Spark of Blue

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WARNING: This fic contains foul language, violence and adult situations involving sex o implying it, so if any of the later bothers you, don’t read.

Slight LEMON ON THIS CHAPTER

“Blah”- talking

/Blah/- thoughts

/Blah/ - telepathy

Disclaimer: I think it is a waste of time but oh well… don’t own don’t sue.

SPARK OF BLUE

Chapter 7

“… and then he broke into my room just like that! I can’t believe the nerve of that jackass.” Bulma was again angrily relating to Raditz while she mercilessly turned apart a panel before her. “Not only that… he fucking stared… Huff,” she finished throwing a screwdriver behind her and almost hitting the man on the head.

The poor guy listened, knowing that it was completely useless to try and say something. He had done it once, and lets say the outcome hadn’t been very nice. She had been telling him all about her fight with the prince and the little number he put on her seeing her barely clothed, and Raditz had wanted to pay attention to her, but his mind kept on picturing himself as Vegeta. The dreamy look on his face and the little smile hadn’t passed unnoticed by the woman, who as result started ranting on and on about how pigheaded all men were.

Seeing as how her tantrum was adversely affecting the progress on her work Bulma tried heaving large breaths in and out to calm herself, and when that proved to be inefficient she knew it was time to take a break. So she stood up and threw all her tools to the floor and kicked some out of her way. She unzipped her coveralls and threw them also to the floor, revealing the little short and sport bra she was wearing.

All the while Raditz had been following her every move with his eyes, which in that moment were the size of platters at having seen her undress before him. The man was using all his willpower to keep from drooling, and wasn’t being very successful at that. His gaze traveled shamelessly from her long legs to her flat and toned stomach and finally rested on her ample breasts.

Bulma saw that and she enjoyed it, all thoughts about her previous anger towards men vanishing on the spot. She found him appealing and she was in need of some male attention. Lately the prince had been royally granting on her nerves but she couldn’t deny he was one smoking hot bastard, and her body seemed to respond to him in some odd way that was beyond her comprehension. She had had to prevent herself a couple of times while working on his gravity room from doing it so notoriously. So as she didn’t know if she were to have a more intimate encounter with the prince she would end fucking his brains out or strangling him to death, she thought she might as well settle for calming her urges with the man standing before her. Having made up her mind she strode seductively to his side.

“I need a break, and it’s such a hot day,” she said, pointedly stretching the word hot. “What do you say about taking a dip at the oasis we passed on the way here?”

He nodded mutely, his eyes still firmly set on the shapely curves of her body. At that very moment she could have ask him to cut off his tail and he would’ve said yes and complied without a second thought.

“Great!” she exclaimed granting him a million dollars smile. “Need some help to undress?” she asked with a wink when she noticed he wasn’t doing a thing, and hadn’t even attempted to remove his armor

The warrior blushed profusely and proceeded to clumsily undress until he was wearing nothing more than a royal blue pair of boxers, and when he caught the appreciative look he was receiving from her he turned even redder.

And like that they headed to the oasis, leaving everything else forgotten by the power source’s side.

They got there really quickly, and immediately dived in, the cool of the water eliciting sights of pleasure from them. But when their gazes met the cool didn’t last long. Words were unnecessary, it was plain obvious that there was something up between them.

Raditz was the first one to move, he swam smoothly to her side and without hesitation enveloped her in his strong arms crushing her body to his and kissing her with scorching passion. She was a little surprised by his sudden display of aggressiveness, as she had figured him to be on the shy side, and was happy to be proved wrong. She kissed him back with the same passion and wounded her legs around his waist feeling his growing erection press against her and wanting to be as close to him as possible. One of her hands was entangled in his wild mane and the other was slowly moving down his back until it reached his tail and started petting it in circular motions altering the intensity in between. Her own tail was firmly entwined with his, also altering the pressure of it’s hold on it. He broke their kiss and pressed her harder against him, avidly grinding himself against her, his panty moans graced her ear and made her moan in response, the intensity of which rapidly escalated when his mouth descended to suck on one of her hardened nubs. The bothersome of the clothes between them became evident and with twin groans of frustration they tore their clothes apart and tossed them to the shore, merely loosing scarce seconds of skin-to-skin contact. He resumed what he was doing and with both hands cupped her bottom bringing her forward to meet with his throbbing shaft and entering her in one powerful thrust. He moaned against her breast at her tightness and she muffled her own against the juncture of his neck. Once they both adjusted to each other he started thrusting again, leaving her no more option than to hold to him with both of her hands. At first they were unsynchronized, but then she started meeting him whit her own thrusts, making him go more deep inside her and increasing the pleasurable sensations. She tugged at his hair demanding his mouth for her own and kissed him slowly, sliding her tongue through his lips and then biting him softly. Not wanting to leave her breasts unattended he started massaging one of them with his big hand, caressing the underside of it and then rolling her nipple between his index finger and his thumb. Bulma slid one of her hands down to where their bodies meet and started caressing him and herself at the same time, precipitating the arrival of their orgasms. They came at the same time, both their bodies shaking with the intensity of it. They clung to one another while catching their breath, but it was not the time to rest, he was already hardening inside her, and Bulma was eager for a second round.

Unbeknownst to them back at the provisional camp around the power source an alarm was blinking it’s warning.

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Vegeta was pacing from side to side of the room surprisingly struggling to keep his temper on check, no wanting to let it get anything worse than what it was. His personal gravity chamber was broken and neither Bardok nor any other scientist could fix it. He needed the woman, but he hadn’t seen her since she finished building it and it was already five days from that.

She had built his training room in three days, and he had made sure to be there to supervise, even if he hadn’t the minor clue about what she was doing. At first it had been awkward, she kept on glaring accusingly to him for seeing her almost naked and he was a little out of character still trying to process what his father had told him about her. But then he had said something that pissed her off, and she retaliated with something that pissed him off, and they were back to normal just like that.

Now he was really annoyed, she had said that reprogramming the shield would only take her three days and considering that she had used one of those days already before she set to build his gt she was three days late. In all truth he wasn’t really annoyed with her; it was more focused inwardly, because he found himself thinking about her more and more frequently. He kept on saying he was only concerned for his new room and that being as he needed her servant attention to maintain his ticket to glory it was only logical that he wondered about her and what she was doing going missing for five days with that low life Raditz.

A stab of pain in his right arm brought him back from his little reverie. He blinked a couple of times realizing that he had punched a hole right through a bystander panel and the exposed wires were angrily biting on his skin.

“Shit!” he cursed loudly, bringing his hand to his chest and inspecting the hole he had made. If they couldn’t fix it before, now he was even more screwed. “Fuck this shoddy piece of crap!” he said stomping out of the room.

/Maybe that cursed woman has the blueprints for this machine in her room or at least something that might give away a clue about her whereabouts so I can bring her ass back here willingly or not/ he thought smartly, deciding to use his head instead of letting himself be carried away by a blind rage that would accomplish him nothing.

Vegeta veered his course and headed to the royal quarters. He was there in a blink of an eye and let himself in her domains without a second thought, an angry growl sounding in the back of his throat when he realized he was half hopping to see the woman almost naked again. But this time the only thing that meet him was a bare room that looked clearly unused. Not letting the still and dull atmosphere bring down his plans, he proceeded to inspect it thoughtfully, not really caring if he left everything in disarray. /It serves her right for leaving me/ he thought with a mental sneer.

He turned the room upside down but didn’t find anything more than some clothes and underwear that would make him blush every time he saw her from then on. He was almost to the door ready to leave with empty hands and a sourer mood, when his ears perked up at an almost nonexistent sound. He tracked it like a hound and discovered that the very dim sound he now discerned as a beeping was coming from under one of the floor tiles.

“Sneaky little thing,” he said somewhat impressed.

He crouched and felt for some kind of overhang founding none. With his patience wearing thin he then recurred to punch an opening with his fist. There, before his eyes were various capsules and a foreign looking gadget that was the thing emitting the sound.

“Hmm. Surely she won’t mind if I take a look at all this and borrow it for a while,” he said out loud while pocketing the capsules, leaving for last the screeching thing. He grabbed it and put it at his eye level studying it closely. It was a neat square of a shinny metal and was very flat; it looked to be heavy but was almost weightless. He turned it around fiddling with it, intending to find what it was. Finally after long frustrating minutes he stumbled upon a way to open the contraption when he almost dropped it to the floor and had to juggle to prevent the falling, accidentally pressing something at the side of it. The thing in question seemed to crack in half, a thin line appearing in the middle of it. Vegeta moved the slides to a side wary of what it might be. There was a screen in the center with a tiny crack upon it that looked like a microphone and the slides’ insides were speakers. Said screen was displaying a green line that was bellowing in time to the beeping like the ones that register heartbeats.

Vegeta touched the screen gingerly and stifled a sound of surprise when a man’s face appeared suddenly, accompanied by a thunderous voice, that even thou it was evident he was whispering lost none of it’s decibels. There were numbers on the upper side to the right that dated what was clearly a recording two days prior.

“Blue… Blue answer me. Damn it girl, where are you?” the man said with a deranged face. “I need to talk to you right away; I got bad news… very, very bad news. Please answer me!” he made a pause waiting for the woman to take the vid-call and when it became apparent that she wasn’t going to answer he went on. “The rebels are allied with Freeza and they must have people at the control towers. Chizyu contacted me; he said there is a huge float coming towards us and that the Ice-jin lord himself is coming! There are even scout pods lingering right above us.” His tone turned more frantic. “They’ll try to disable the shield at all costs and if they can’t they’re going after you. Blue be careful, you don’t know who may be trustworthy or not. Communicate with me, tell me what to do! And for the great Oozaru’s sake be careful!!” he finished with a beseechingly look.

The screen went black again, this time with a green circle on the middle.

Vegeta put the communicator device inside his chest plate and leaped furiously to his feet and out of the room. He needed to warn his father and set the army ready, but fate wouldn’t have it that way. Unexpectedly the whole palace shook, not only that, the whole planet did and Vegeta could feel the spiking energies of his people. Oddly enough there was not a single detectable ki from part of the enemy, even when he was sure there was a huge battle taking place.

/Damn it! Fucking lizard, we’re not ready yet! / He thought grimly and blasted a hole in the ceiling, avoiding that way having to fly through the extents hallways and jeopardize his timing to engage in battle.

What he saw when he arrived, was no battle. It was a massacre.

There was smoke coming out of everywhere, and already half of the proud Capital city was in shambles. He could see some sayajin warriors treacherously fighting against their own people. Groups of five and six enemy warriors were taking down elites and first classes as if they were nothing, welding some kind of weapon unknown to him. But what was even more disconcerting was that those aliens were the lowest scum in Freeza’ s army, and still there wasn’t any indicates of the presence of the warlord himself, nor even his death squad, the Gyniu force.

Having contemplated enough, Vegeta went head first to the heart of battle. Instinct telling him to avoid the weapon’s blast even if his mind regarded them as nothing to be worried about. He made short game of the firsts groups, his speed and agility surpassing that of his enemies, and for a moment he forgot about everything else lost in the bloodlust. He didn’t saw the remaining sayajin warriors leaving the battleground, nor the emergency pods evacuating the planet. He didn’t even notice the darkening of the red sky and the furious trembling of the soil beneath him. He was gone in a sea of blood and gore, until he spotted Pulus’ broken body. He hastily expanded his ki pulverizing the remaining warriors fighting him and flew to where the old man was lying.

The royal counselor had been like a second father to him, before and after Freeza. He had been the only tutor to teach him useful and mind-opening things. One of the unconditional, that stood always by the crown, even on the darkest hours; when there was doubt about him being the legendary and the last year when rumors about him being mentally incapacitated and such slandering were pullulating on Vegetasei’ s streets. The old man had been a pillar to him and a great warrior fighting for his people since the beginning.

Vegeta crouched by his side and tried to determinate his state. Pulus was alive, but barely, the man was the image of pain. He was used to seeing people die, but there was a tightness in his chest at the prospect of this old warrior passing away. More so because it was happening in the wake of Vegetasei’ s fall. Everything that, despite it childish notion, Vegeta once thought invincible, everlasting, was now crumbling before his eyes.

Feeling his presence, Pulus opened his eyes with great effort and saw his prince looking dejectedly to him.

“My boy, what are you doing here?” He managed to ask in a strangled voice.

Vegeta was shocked for a second; he hadn’t been counting with him being able to speak. “I’m fighting Pulus,” he answered simply. “Where is my father?” he then asked with urgency, recalling he hadn’t been able to feel his ki before.

The counselor closed his eyes, from pain or from trying to remember, Vegeta didn’t know, and for a moment there he thought he wouldn’t open them again.

“I don’t know… he was fighting too, they were trying to… to take him. I can’t say whether he is still alive or… or not… It doesn’t matters either way. You must leave my prince… Vegetasei is no more,” were his ghastly slurred words. “You’re the only hope for our people boy… it’s not your day to die…You must leave! This fight you cannot win today.”

With that, a tremor ran through him and the royal counselor ceased to be. Vegeta didn’t have time to mourn or to thoughts of vengeance to enter his mind, when he was thrown to a side by a blue blur. The place were he had been standing seconds before was replaced with a huge smoldering crater. The thing that had collided with him, or better said, the person who did, was lying on the floor breathing heavily and with an arm bent in an unnatural angle. It took him a moment to recognize her.

The woman had saved him yet again.

He thought she was unconscious and hadn’t expected her to sit up and yell at him. “Vegeta watch out!!” she screamed throwing a blast past him and then collapsing again. He sprang around and was greeted with Dodoria’ s grinning face.

“My, my, monkey prince. We meet again, what a happy coincidence,” the pink blob said mockingly.

“It will be when I have your heart in my fist”

“Wishful thinking, how lovely!” laughed Dodoria.

That time Vegeta didn’t bother with words for a comeback; a kick to the head that sent him crashing to a nearby mountain was a better reply in his book.

Dodoria extracted himself from the dent he made in the mountain and wasted no time launching a flurry of blast towards Vegeta. The blasts devastated the landscape completely, and he thought his mission was complete. But a slightly scorched sayajin prince surged from the chaos and confronted him again, proving wrong his theory.

“You’ll have to do better than that to defeat me rubber ball”

“Stop deluding yourself Vegeta, for all your haughty words we both know our fights ended with you coughing blood on the floor and wishing for unconsciousness.”

Vegeta just laughed. “You seem to forget that this time away from Freeza helped me to improve my strength and I’ve learn new techniques.”

“You probably learnt to run away.” He interrupted obnoxiously.

“I’ll show you. For all the time you were cowering under Freeza’ s skirts I’ve training and getting stronger and stronger.” Vegeta said increasing his ki and enjoying the way Dodoria’ s face was changing while his scouter picked up his power level, and even more when it exploded due to an overcharge.

Not in the mood for playing around Vegeta pounded on him brutally, showering him with roundhouses, headbutts and kicks. Dodoria tried to fight back, but his attacks did little to no harm on Vegeta. And finally he forced him into submission, phasing behind him and pulling on his bent arms.

Realizing he couldn’t break Vegeta’ s hold on him and that his life was at sake, Dodoria tried to talk his way out of the situation. “Let me go and I might tell you a secret about planet Vegetasei.” He said.

“A secret about my home-planet? You better be telling the truth dodo brain,” warned Vegeta.

“All you have to do is let me go and I’ll tell you.” He kept on insisting.

With a grunt and knowing the fat fuck wasn’t smart enough to pull a trick on him and get away, Vegeta let him go.

“Aww, fells like my arms are going to came off,” Dodoria complained taking a few steps away from the other warrior. “I’ll tell you, but first of all you have to promise to let me go.” At Vegeta acknowledging growl he keep on going. “This planet is doomed, while you are wasting your time fooling around Lord Freeza is out there waiting for the right moment to blow this rock up, just like he did with your sister world Vegesia… That’s right, it was no meteor shower. It was Freeza all along, and I was there by his side when he did it. You monkeys were getting greedy, colonizing and getting stronger. You dirty beasts turning against him was a chance Lord Freeza was not willing to take.”

Vegeta’ s visage had been getting dangerously darker and darker as Dodoria’ s speech carried on; and his energy was cracking around him. With his hands fisted to a side he started approaching Freeza’ s lackey. Dodoria was in mid flight, intending to fly away when Vegeta leveled with him.

“You promised you’d let me go!” he shouted.

Vegeta smirked. “I lied when I said I would let you go… partially, ‘cause I will let you go… TO ANOTHER DIMENSION!!” he said, and not giving him time to try and step away from him he slammed his arm clean through his chest and right through his back. He then retrieved his arm and while holding his heart before him to see, he pulverized it. He decided to finish him off with a blast to the stomach that sent him to a rocky grave in the nearby mountain where he had crashed the first time.

He was appreciating his handiwork when a limping Bulma approached him. She had heard them talk from the place where the prince had left her after the initial attack, and knew Dodoria wasn’t baffling when he told Vegeta Freeza was going to blow up the planet. She had known it from the beginning; that’s why she had set Raditz to launch the evacuation pods and had almost died securing the bay. Late she realized the prince was missing and had flown searching for him. She hadn’t thought Vegeta would fall for the amateur ambush; and now with all the pods launched and the bay overflowed with enemies if they didn’t reach the hangars in time and found some forgotten ship, they were going to die with the planet.

“We need to get to the hangars,” she told him demurely, even when she was straining not to fall face first to the floor. “He wasn’t lying, we need to get off planet right now or we’ll die here.”

Sensing it wasn’t the time to fool around or to question her, he nodded and took to the air in the direction of the hangars, pausing just a second to see if she was behind him or not. She was, Bulma was following him closely by sheer will force alone. They came by many battles along the way, and avoided them all. When they reached the hangars they found they were in the same situation as the bay. At least fifty warriors were posted on the entrance, and all of them were carrying the odd weapons.

“Damn,” she cursed. “They are too many, and they are all armed.” She got the look he was giving her and proceeded. “Don’t even think about it, even with your speed they will fire at sight and there’s no way you or anybody else could resist that.”

“What the fuck are those weapons?” he finally asked the question that had been bothering him from the start.

“Those are simple blast weapons but they are modified with ki disabling technology. The blasts go through our ki shields like nothing, and you can’t deflect them either.” She explained growling.

“And what the heck do you suggest we do. It’s not like we have much time, is it?”

He had her there. It was either trying and dying there or waiting and dying when the fucking lizard decided he was ready to see some fireworks. Not two options she was looking forward to. But in the end it was better to die fighting. She was going to communicate him her decision when a beeping coming from him made her stop.

“What’s that?” she asked looking oddly at him.

He said something intangible under his breath and started trying to fetch something from the inside of his chest plate. When he got what was making the sound, her eyes widened in realization and then she frowned. Reaching with her good arm she snatched the special vid-phone from him.

“What the hell are you doing with this?” she demanded more than asked. Bud didn’t give him the time to answer. A thought had crossed her mind. /If he took this, what else did he take?/. “Did you take the capsules too?” she inquired almost screaming from anxiety. She was sure she had a space ship in one of them.

“Yes,” he answered earthily.

“Give them to me NOW.”

Again he got that weird vive that told him it was not the time to antagonize her. So he gave her all the capsules and watched with curiosity while she rummaged through them. After a few excruciating moments, she made a tiny sound of victory and looked him in the eye with a capsule held firmly in her hand.

“This is the first time your contemptible attitude did us some good,” she told him and stood up. “Follow me, we need to get to a more secluded area or they will shoot us down before we could even start the engine.”

Faced with such and opportunity he decided to leave any wisecrack for another time and followed her. They hadn’t much time and the options were limited, they wouldn’t find somewhere completely abandoned, so they descended in a rice crop field were a bunch of fifteen men were left as a stakeout group. It was a high number for Vegeta to take on them alone, so they charged together. The onslaught was rough and messy. They counted with the element of surprise, but it didn’t last long. Both of them received blasts, Bulma taking the greater part due to her weariness.

While Vegeta was still fighting two amazingly resistant warriors, Bulma decapsuled the ship and went inside to set up the launching program and the defense one. She was in the middle of doing so when Vegeta got into the ship.

“Woman quickly! Close the hatch,” he ordered coming close to where she was.

She finished typing and said hatch closed with a hiss. The ship’s engines roared to life and it skyrocketed speedily with such potency it made them crash with one another and be thrown against one of the cockpit’s walls. After a few minutes that seemed like an eternity, the ship went through the atmosphere and into the deeps of space.

Vegeta was confused as to why there weren’t any ships, pods or Freeza’ s war vessels, and made her know that.

“Raditz send me his coordinates and told me to avoid them, so I typed the opposite ones.” She explained, showing him the vid-phone. “I must start the hyper fl…” she had began to say when her eyes rolled over in the back of her head and she passed out cold.

Like a fine orchestrated joke of destiny, in that moment Vegetasei exploded in a mass of incandescent rocks and debris. Shining bright for a second and them being swallowed by the cold void of nothingness. Vegeta watched the last remains of his planet from a tiny window in the small ship. The lights of destruction were cast briefly over his prone form holding the unconscious woman and then they too were left in the dark.

Author’s note:

I couldn’t help but put some of the lines said during the Namek saga. Setting aside that it took and awfully long number of chapters to defeat Freeza and to the planet to explode, that saga together with the sayan’ s saga is my favorite. I love Vegeta’ s character and I think that during the rest of Dragon Ball Z he’s pretty much ignored so seeing him kicking ass during those episodes made me happy. Thanks for reading, for the wait and the reviews. I’ll really like to get some reviews for this chapter; it was my first attempt to a lemon, so please press the button.

Tammy.