Title: What Once Was Lost
Author: Killarri
E-mail: killarri@yahoo.com
Rating: R (For language and lemon later)
Summary: When the last three surviving members of the
Saiyan race come to Earth, what
will happen when they go to high school?
A B/V high school fic with a huge twist.
Warnings: This is an AU!!!! Vegeta is going to be OOC so don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Disclaimer: I don’t own DBZ! So don’t sue because you
will get nothing! I’m a college
student; I’m broke all the time.
What Once Was Lost
Chapter Eight: I Remember You
Vegeta blinked, twice.
What the hell had happened? One
moment Bulma was in his arms and in the next, she was gone. Why was there a hint of fear swimming in her
azure depths? What was she so afraid
of? Rejection maybe? That didn’t make sense though. He had clearly wanted her. So what was it?
He sighed and stood up.
Looking at the brick building of the Rainbow Room, he hesitated. Did he even really want to go back in? The idea of spending the remainder of the
evening surrounded by noisy weaklings wasn’t too appealing. No, he would go to his island and maybe even
get that meditation time in that he’d missed earlier.
He took off into the air in a burst of ki and watched as
the city grew smaller to the point where the buildings looked like tiny
dots. The lights of the city gave way
to rolling green hills and lush green forest, but Vegeta wasn’t paying any
attention. His mind was occupied with
only one thing, Bulma.
The female species was an enigma but the blue haired
vixen was the strangest of them all. He
replayed the moment over and over again in his mind but still could not see
what went wrong. Maybe she didn’t like
him. But then why was there fear in her
eyes?
When he finally arrived on the island, he touched down
silently on the beach. Remembering that
tonight was the full moon, Vegeta purposely turned his back on the glowing orb.
Although he had full control over his
transformed state, there wasn’t much point of transforming if he couldn’t give
into the primal urge to destroy. He sat
on the white sand and closed his eyes, enjoying the cool breeze that was coming
in off the water.
Vegeta couldn’t deny it to himself any longer. He was in love with her. He had to tell her the truth about his
heritage. She had to know what he
was. But how do I tell her? He wondered as he lay down on the
beach. The rhythmic crashing of the
waves and the gentle breeze rustling the leaves almost lulled him to
sleep. But the nagging question in his
mind kept him awake. How was he going
to tell her?
He shot into a sitting position as, for the second time
that night, Bulma’s ki grew into unbelievable proportions. Even higher than her training session
earlier. “What the hell is going
on?” He wondered aloud lifting off into
the air. Something had to be
wrong. With that thought, Vegeta
soundlessly powered up to Super Saiyan pouring on the speed to reach her.
At the sight of a blue Oozaru, he nearly fell out of the
sky in shock. Bulma was a Saiyan! She was Sorayu! The happiness that the last thought invoked was replaced,
however, by dread as he remembered the rampaging oozaru on his hands. There were two ways to deal with this,
destroy the light source, in this case the moon, or cut of her tail. Of the two options, he quickly chose the
first and rose higher into the air. With
his right arm directly outstretched in front of him, the Saiyan Prince gathered
his ki into a huge blast. “Final
flash!” He screamed releasing the ball
of energy careful to keep his gaze slightly averted from the target. The blast sailed up until it stuck the moon
and it exploded with a flash so bright the night appeared to be day for a
moment.
The blue monkey’s form quickly returned to Bulma’s as her
body fell from the sky. He dove and
caught her, cradling her now nude form in his arms. She was unconscious from the change and as he took off to her
home he suspected she would be out for a while. Oozaru transformations always took a while to recover from,
especially if the saiyan didn’t change often.
The less you transformed the harder it was on the body.
As he flew, Vegeta tenderly looked at the unconscious
woman in his arms. It was almost too
good to be true. This woman he’d fallen
in love with was Sorayu. She truly was
his soul mate. She was perfect for him
in everyway. Smiling slightly, he
landed softly on her balcony and was relieved upon discovering the balcony door
unlocked.
He laid her on the bed gently and dressed her in a pair
of sweat pants and a white t-shirt.
Once she was dressed, Vegeta pulled the covers over her and settled down
in a chair across the room to wait.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“You’re
nothing but a freak!” The elder boy
taunted with his fist upraised as if to strike. “Why would we want to play with you loser?”
“I am
not a freak.” Sorayu hissed through
tightly clenched teeth. All she wanted to do was play their game and they
wouldn’t let her. The other kids acted
like they would catch her coloring or something.
“Look
at you!” The ten year old boy
yelled. “Your hair! Your eyes!
Your tail!”
He glared at the four year old girl. “You’re a freak.”
“I am
not a freak!” Sorayu yelled. She could beat him up. She was way stronger than him. But she’d promised her mama that she
wouldn’t fight in school anymore. She
finally gave up on the boy and ran from the school yard as fast as her little
legs could take her.
She
ran for a while and never took notice of her surroundings until she found
herself in the most exquisite garden.
Gardens were rare and cherished so she could only be one place, the
palace.
Sorayu’s
unusual cerulean eyes darted from side to side, looking for palace guards. Not spotting any, she shrugged and continued
exploring. Sorayu explored every flower
and tree with a childlike curiosity coupled with a scientific drive to learn
about everything.
She
gasped in surprise when she saw a huge pond surrounded by tall grass. The pond itself was swarming with hundreds
of vibrantly colored fish. She ran to
the pond and examined every kind of fish could, the big red ones with antennae,
the small silver ones some as small as her pinkie finger. Sorayu sighed. Why couldn’t her life be like those fish? They were rare and beautiful because of
their different coloring, but she was ostracized from society because of hers.
It
wasn’t fair. It wasn’t her fault that
she was different. She was just born
that way. She wanted to be accepted, by
her classmates, by society in general.
The young girl buried her head in her hands and sobbed. All she wanted was a friend. Just one. Why couldn’t she find that?
She
felt something next to her and she turned startled to see a boy, the same age
as her with upswept ebony spikes and a very prominent widow’s peak. Her watery azure orbs met obsidian ones and
for the first time in Sorayu’s young life, she felt a connection to someone.
“Why
are you crying, girl?” He questioned
his face a mask that kept all emotion locked away.
Sorayu
sniffled and hastily wiped the tear streaks from her chubby cheeks. “Because no one likes me.”
“Why?”
She
looked up at him confused. Couldn’t he
tell why they didn’t like her? “Because
I’m a freak.” She answered simply. It was the truth after all.
“No
you’re not.”
Sorayu’s
jaw dropped. The only other person to
tell her that was her mother, and this boy she didn’t even know was saying
it. “But I am,” she stated sadly. “Look at me. My coloring’s all wrong.”
“Yes.”
A pause. “But you’re not a freak.”
Sorayu’s
eyes widened in shock. He didn’t think
she was a freak, the first person besides her mother to think that way. Once
she recovered, Sorayu smiled sweetly and stuck out her hand. “My name’s Sorayu. What’s yours?”
He
smirked eyeing her hand. “Prince Vegeta.”
“You’re
the prince?” Sorayu asked wide
eyed. She heard that Prince Vegeta was
mean, so why was he being so nice to her?
He
rolled his eyes. “I wouldn’t have said
it if I wasn’t, girl.”
“My
name is Sorayu.”
Vegeta
laughed. “I’ll call you what I want to,
girl.”
The
blue haired sayian stood up and her blue tail whipped around behind her. “My name,” she hissed, “is not girl. It is Sorayu.”
“Whatever
you say, girl.”
“UGH!” Sorayu threw her hands up in
frustration. Stalking off angrily, she
didn’t notice the prince follow her until he was walking along side her.
“So,
how old are you?”
Sorayu
eyed the young prince suspiciously.
“Why are you being so nice?”
Vegeta
shrugged. “How old are you?” He repeated.
Sorayu
rolled her eyes. She shouldn’t have
expected him to actually answer her question.
“Four.” Returning to her
previous question, she asked, “So why?”
He
shrugged again. “I don’t know. Something’s telling me to be nice to you.”
She
stopped and stomped her foot angrily.
“Then why won’t you call me by my name?”
Vegeta
locked eyes with her for a moment before smirking. “To make you mad.”
“Why?!”
She cried.
“Because
you’re pretty when you’re mad.”
Sorayu
blushed as all the anger left her in the wake of his quiet admission. Unsure of what to say, she just smiled and
started walking again pleased when he continued to walk with her. “Hey Vegeta?” she began nervously. “Do you want to be my friend?”
He
nodded. “I haven’t had a friend
before.”
Sorayu
smiled at him extending her hand again.
“Neither have I. Friends?”
Vegeta
took her hand and shook it once before quickly letting go. “Friends.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Cerulean
eyes softly fluttered open the mind behind them rapidly trying to solve the
riddles left by this last dream. She’d
dreamt of Vegeta, as a child. Was that
a memory? Bulma gasped softly as
another image from her dream asserted itself.
She had a name. She knew her
name!
She shot up in the bed and noticed the man in her chair
sleeping. As if sensing her intense
stare, he awoke slowly glancing wildly around his surroundings before his eyes
finally came to rest on her. Her
cerulean eyes welled with tears and she whispered, “I remember you.”
It was said so softly he wouldn’t have heard it if it
weren’t for his enhanced senses. Hope
dawned in his eyes as he asked, just as quietly, “What?”
“I remember you.”
Bulma smiled through her tears.
“You told me I wasn’t a freak. I
remember my name.” She paused and then
whispered reverently, “I remember my name.”
Vegeta stood from his chair and walked across the room
stopping at the foot of the bed. “What
is it?”
“Sorayu.”
AN: Mysteries finally revealed.
Bulma is the missing blue-haired sayian. So what happens now? Next
time: Bulma and Vegeta have a long talk and the rest of the gang hears the
news.
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