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Flawed Perfection	By : Not_Bulma06 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 3422 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bulma sat at the side of a small fire. Exhaustion threatening to get the best of her, it had been over seven years of running. She had to find one more Dragon Ball and make her way back to the location where she had them hidden. She could never stay in one place for more than a night.
To many close calls, it was no longer just Goku and his sons searching with Vegeta. Masses of bounty hunters were also on the hunt. She ran her hand through her short black hair, her eyes burned from the use of the contacts- she was on her last pair. Looking down to the radar, she was no further than 100 km from the last ball, which normally wouldn’t be so horrible, but unlike in the old days she had to be extremely cautious during her travels.
She lit a cigarette, a habit she picked back up a few years ago. Taking a slow drag in, filling her lungs with the pungent smoke. A slow exhale into the night air, she wondered how her son was fairing. Since her disappearance Vegeta had gone mad. The entire planet was a third world. No more commerce, no more real civilization, and surely not any more good people. Rumors always flew about his rampages. So far the now insane self-proclaimed king had murdered most of her close friends.
Apparently he slaughtered ChiChi, Master Roshi, Krillin, Yamcha, Oolong, Tien, Chaozu, and even Turtle thinking they had been hiding or withholding information about her location from him. Piccolo from the look of things had been able to avoid the wrath of Vegeta, or perhaps he was still at the look out. Vegeta wouldn’t dare risk killing the Earth’s guardian, Dende, and rendering the Dragon Balls useless. Either way it would be nice to see a familiar and friendly face.
Her chest ached from the tight bindings, compressing her once full breasted figured in the boxy male shape. She was dirty; filth covered her head to toe. She extinguished the last bit of flame of her fire and cancer stick. Sure that her fire was completely out, covering it with mounds of dirt she crawled into her make shift tent. She would sleep with one ear cocked, listening for any sounds.
She could feel the early morning rays of light flickering around her. The birds chirped happily, celebrating the new day. How she wished that she could celebrate with them. She packed up her small campsite, kicking the dirt mound and ash around while spreading leaves around to further cover her tracks. Her stomach ached with hunger, breakfast would have to wait.
Judging by the location of the sun, she figured it was almost noon. Suddenly someone landed in front of her, kicking up whirl winds of dust. A massive aura surround them, roaring and screaming before slowing disappearing. She locked eyes; a pair of steely blue eyes met her green. He looked so familiar, flowing lavender hair, pulled back into a loose pony tail. He wore Saiyan armor like she had designed and built so many years ago.
He spoke first, his voice up beat and friendly.“Hey I’m searching for someone on behalf of King Vegeta.”
She swallowed, deepening her voice to sound as natural as possible. “Alright, who are ya lookin’ for?”
“A blue haired, blue eyed woman, she is named Bulma.” She nodded, appearing to be thinking over what he had said. So Vegeta had never figured out that she had changed her appearance.
“Well sir, I can’t say I’ve seen someone like that. Mostly just rough necks like myself out in these parts.”
The lavender haired man nod, it wasn’t likely he would find his target here. “Well thanks any way, your name…” He held an out stretched hand, she met him with a strong shake.
“Yajin, Yajin Lee sir. Nice to meet you.” The lavender haired broke the hand shake, “Well nice to meet you also, well I better keep searching our King isn’t a patient man.”
The young man launched himself off into the sky, she watched him disappear. Whispering to herself, “Bye Trunks.” Even through living in this hell scape he seemed to have retained at least some portion of his inner light; Vegeta had not managed to kill that.
She continued on her path, choking back tears so no longer had available to cry. Those ran out years ago. A few hours had passed; she decided it was time to make camp again. Ensuring she was not around anyone, she checked the radar. 75 km to go, she may had have made better distance had she not been distracted by her chance meeting with Trunks. She slipped the radar back into her jacket. Time do her now normal nightly routine. This was now her life, her reality. Any echos from the past were of just fleeting memories that would haunt her.
Trunks landed back at home, his father pacing demanding updates from anyone that he saw. He seemed more and more irratic as each day passed. No longer was he a proud Saiyan of royal blood in his son’s eyes, he was nothing more than a rabid animal that needed to be put down. He hated the thought of wanting, no, the need to kill his father but in truth this being was no longer of any relation to him.
“Trunks, update now!” He barked, eye balling his son ready for some good news.
“Nothing dad, I managed to run into one guy, a rough neck trekking around the wilderness. His name was Yajin Lee and had not seen anyone matching her description.
Something caught Vegeta’s attention. His wild eyes lit with excitement. A familiar scent, buried in the smell of the forest and dirt, it was her. His eyes widened, had this man lied to Trunks and been with her previously? Could this man be protecting and maybe even taken her as a mate. Jealousy and rage boiled up with in him.
“What did this man look like?” He growled, tail bristled with agitation.
“Nothing out of the ordinary. Short black hair, light colored skin, and green eyes. Just a guy.”
Vegeta stared, looking passed Trunks. He had to find this man.
Bulma again woke to the sound of birds. She was starting to get really irritated with the little fuckers. She was out of cigarettes and could use a drink something fierce. Again with her usual routine of covering her tracks; she felt like an escaped convict except her only crime against “King Vegeta” was running away. She head back to the road, her feet were heavy and blistered. Screaming at her to stop her journey but she refused to give in to her weakness.
The morning dragged on into the afternoon hours before she stumbled onto an abandoned motor cycle. Her lucky break, these last kilometers would be her bitch. A little tinkering and it was up and running. The wind felt like heaven against her skin, years without air conditioning had not been pleasant.
By the odometer on the bike she had gone approximately 60 km by the time night began to fall. Checking the radar, 5k away, so close to bad her journey back to the rest of the balls would take at least a week. She started the bike back up, spinning out before taking off.
Vegeta soar through night sky, his son trailing behind him. He had to locate this man who Trunks had met. He had to find Bulma, he needed answers to why she had left. He so clouded in his own rage and conquest could not understand her motives to leave him. In his mind, he had done nothing wrong by the woman. All he had done was assert his dominance over a lower being. This need for answers had consumed him, driving him into madness. He had ignored the state of the world, allowing the human race to consume itself into chaos.
Trunks looked to his father, wondering what was going through his shattered mind. He had never spoke of the night his mother disappeared, never telling anyone that he had given her the radar and destroyed the rest. Sorrow filled him remembering when his father killed his grandparents when his grandfather refused to make new ones.
“Trunks, let’s stop here for the night.” Vegeta screamed through the wind. They came to land near a small clearing. The smell of old smoke caught Vegeta’s attention. He ventured into a thicket of trees, kneeling down to see ash mixed with the soil. There had been a fire here. Nearby he saw a discarded cigarette butt on the ground. He picked it up, smelling it. He could smell the tar and her.
“She was here!” He yelled over to Trunks. He crushed the butt in his hand, allowing the dust fly into the wind.
A shocked look on Trunk’s face, in utter disbelief that his mother still could be in this area. What would his father do to her if he did find her? He couldn’t allow him to find her, he would have to beat him to her. He would protect her at all costs.
Bulma picked up the last Dragon Ball, the emotions that ran through her took down to her knees. Soon all of this horrible life would be gone, her mistakes fixed, and hopefully her family restored. Regaining her head about her, she had to get moving. It would be a long walk; the motor cycle ran out of fuel a kilometer back. She moved off to small cave that she had spotted previously; it would work to shelter her this night.
Thunder shook the air around her, lightening fired around the hilly out crop that she huddled in. She didn’t start any fires, something told her not to. Looking out the mouth of the cave she suddenly saw a muscular form entering. She held her breath, reaching down into her boot pulling out her buck knife. It had been handy more than just a few times, so much so she created a special sleeve in her boot to hold it for easy access. Again her life would be saved thanks to Yajin.
She lunged forward, ready to drive the knife down into whoever dared to come near her. A strong hand stopped her short pushing against her chest. Her eyes on fire with the need to survive, so long alone in the wilds of this world she had almost become a feral creature. A pair of steely blue eyes met hers.
“Is that any way to greet a friend Yajin?” He laughed, relaxing. “You seemed to have covered quite a bit of ground since we last met.”
She again altered her voice, “Ah sorry. I found a motorcycle a good ways back. Thought you were the owner to reclaim it. Are you alone?”
“Yeah, I traveled with the king to do another sweep of the area for the person we are looking for. He decided to camp about 100 km North of here.”
Relief swept over her. She had fought too hard to have her mission fail.
“Well come in and sit down,” Bulma sat down, looking up to her nearly grown son. “So tell me about this person you are looking for and why she is so important.”
Trunks sat across for “Yajin” and took a deep breath in, closing his eyes. “She is my mother, wife of the king. Well was the wife before he assumed himself as king. I don’t honestly know why he wants to find her. I just want to be able to talk with her again, even for a moment.”
She sighed, she had to take a leap of faith. This would be a golden opportunity to get to the dragon balls sooner.
Still with her altered voice, “Hey one sec, gotta use it.” She ventured outside, feeling the rain to soak her to the bone. She looked to the sky, rubbing her eyes to wipe away the contacts. She then ran her hands through her hair; she could see the black dye running down her hands when the lightening would flash. Finally she undid the bandages around her breast. Finally she could breathe deeply without feeling like her chest would explode. She reentered the cave. This time no special alteration to her voice.
“Go Super Saiyan.”
He couldn’t believe his ears. Her soft melodious voice rang in his ears like a sweet lullaby. He concentrated, bringing his power up to super Saiyan level. With the blow of his aura he could see her once bright blue eyes now dull, her female figure, and her short hair black with blue streaks showing through.
“Ok not too much.” He lowered his level to zero, not wanting to attract his father. He ran over, hugging his mother tightly. She wrapped her arms around him, letting herself softly cry into his shoulder. So many emotions and thoughts ran through her troubled mind. She had missed out on most of his growing up. What hell had he endured in her absence?
“Mom….how have you survived?” He loosened up, sitting down looking up to her in disbelief. She sat across from him, “It hasn’t been easy. I just did what I had to.” She grimaced thinking about all of her close calls, thievery, and even lives she had to end.
She pulled the Dragon Ball from her jacket, “I did it Trunks. I found them all. This is the last one; I have the rest hidden about 200 km away.” She sighed, “It will take me about week to get there on foot.”
Trunks looked troubled knowing that his father would close in on her soon. The weight of living on this new world was wearing her down to nothing, “I’ll take you there. Look it will be dawn in a few hours. Let’s go now, if we fly low and moderate speed it shouldn’t get his attention.”
Bulma smiled to her son, how strong he had become, “I’m sorry.” Trunks cut her off, getting to his feet. “You have nothing to apologize for. You have survived on your own, without help from Saiyan or human. Whatever wrongs you feel that you have committed, you have paid for.” His voice was firm, confident not unlike Vegeta’s before this nightmare began.
He took her hand, leading her outside. He picked her up, holding tightly. He had the same vice type hold that Vegeta had when flying with her. Her stomach twist into knots, it had been so long since she had been air born. They were off, cutting through the air. She had to keep her eyes closed, the wind cut at her too much.
After a few hours, Bulma looked at the radar. 10km, it was so close. Trunks snapped his head, looking behind him. Something was coming. Trunks gasped, rushing to the ground with a sense of urgency. “Run. Run as fast as you can.”
Bulma began running, like she did that first night so long ago. Not looking back to see what caused her son so much stress.
Trunks stood, looking the opposite direction away from his mother. A few minutes later Vegeta landed next to Trunks. His black eyes shifting, surveying the surroundings.
“What brought you this way Trunks?” Vegeta obviously irritated that his brat didn’t communicate his change in search area.
“I thought I felt a higher than average power level that wasn’t us or your guard.” He sneered thinking of Goku and his sons. His once friends now nothing more than his dad’s thugs.
“Hn.” Vegeta didn’t quite buy the story, but he had no real reason to doubt him. Perhaps it was time the boy thought more independently, within certain limits.
Bulma had been running for what seemed to be about an hour, radar said she should be on her hiding spot at any moment. Finally she dropped to her knees and began to dig into the soft soil. Eventually pulling out Dragon Ball after Dragon Ball until she had all seven together. They began to glow. Wonderful this meant Vegeta had not killed off their Namekian guardian.
“Arise Eternal Dragon! I call forth Shenron!” Like so many times before, the sky darkened with lightening swirling around. The ground began to quake under her, forcing her to her knees to watch the sky change.
Vegeta saw the tale tale signs that someone had gathered the Dragon Balls. He roared into the sky, rocketing to see who dare summon the dragon. He saw Shenron, curling and twisting in the air. He saw a small figure down below. T
“Shenron, I wish to have my actions undone and all resulting events of that action!” She hurled her words into sky. She waited for a reply. She felt the ground crash behind her, turning she saw Vegeta. It was the first time she had seen him in over seven years. He no longer resembled the man she once loved. He was demonic, twisted, and sick in appearance.
“Vegeta,” she squeaked out. Unable to find any other worlds. He seemed weary, like he had not had any rest since her leaving. Searching for her consumed him, he did not run a kingdom like he intended. He ignored the world as it began to rot around him, using all his time and focus to find her.
“What are you doing woman? You wish me dead? “ He looked her over. She seemed quite thin, her hair short with patches of black stain.
“No Vegeta, I just want us back to normal.” They were interrupted by Shenron.
“I can do this.”
Bulma called back to him,” Shenron, I want to have never regrown Vegeta’s tail!” He went silent again, Vegeta charged her taking her by the throat. His grip clamped tightly around her thin neck, he could feel her dry burnt skin begin to give way and crack.
“What do you think you are doing woman?”
“Vegeta, I am trying to fix everything. I ruined our lives by tampering with things I didn’t fully understand. “ Tears ran down her cheeks, how many more tears would she have to shed before this hellish nightmare end?
“What if I don’t want this to change?” He chuckled darkly, turning his gaze to his crumbling “kingdom”.
“Think about it Vegeta, we were happy together and had everything we needed. We had each other and Trunks.” She gently ran her hand down his cheek, praying to see one bit of softness from him once more. He slung her down to the ground, holding an out stretched hand. He may not be able to kill her, but she could surely feel the pain he would inflict upon her.
Shenron’s voice boomed out, “I can do this! You shall remember all of this like a dream, you only. Time will rewind to just prior the seminal event causing this future to form.”
Vegeta released his Ki blast towards her. Light surround them; the feeling of falling over took Bulma.
She snapped her eyes open, she was in her bed. This was the day they moved into the new portion of the house. They had just finished making love, she heard the shower shut off. She saw the light bruises left on her wrists from earlier. Vegeta entered the room. No tail, no dark rage filled glare in his eyes, and no sickening smile like the one from before. He was drying off from taking a shower.
“You passed out woman, I must have been too much for you.” He chuckled, noticing her troubled expression. “Is something wrong?” His voice softened, filled with concern.
She smiled, holding back happy tears of relief. “No hon, just a bad dream. We’re ok now.”
I hope you enjoyed this story! I am working on a follow up, Recovery, that will be posted some time next week. Please feel free to review and C&C.
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