Title: What Once Was Lost
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
Prologue: The Freak
There was nothing. Only a bleak darkness that surrounded her. She spun
around, searching for something, anything, but she was completely alone. Her
cerulean eyes filled with tears as emptiness filled her heart.
“Where am I?” She whispered into the void. A wind picked up suddenly
whipping her aquamarine hair wildly. She glanced around her senses picking up
on another presence but she saw nothing. Her heart thundered in her chest and
in a shaky voice she whispered, “Who’s there?”
A low chuckle was the only response and her sapphire eyes darted
around desperately searching the nothingness for the owner of the voice, but
once again, she found nothing. Sitting, she drew her legs to her chest curling
into a tight ball as hot tears leaked from her eyes. She sobbed violently
praying that the nightmare would end.
She jumped feeling a light touch on her arm and was met with a
bottomless obsidian gaze. The figure’s facial features were fuzzy to the point
where she couldn’t make out any of them. A quick scan of the rest of the figure
revealed a short muscular man. He wore a blue bodysuit with what looked like
white armor complete with shoulder pads, a red cape, and an odd looking brown
belt around his waist.
Her blue eyes met his black ones and they stared at each other for
what seemed like hours but in reality probably only a few minutes until she
spoke softly breaking the tense silence. “Who are you?”
No answer. She frowned preparing to repeat the question when he gently
took a hold of her arms pulling her to her feet. She watched fascinated as his
thin lips slowly descended on hers in a soft kiss. She closed her eyes giving
into the pleasurable sensations the stranger’s warm lips incited. Her arms
wrapped around his neck and she sighed in pleasure.
Her mystery man took full advantage of her sigh gently parting her
lips to invade the recesses of her mouth with his tongue. She panicked as his
thick arms wrapped around her waist. Oh no, he’ll find out, she thought wildly
and her entire body stiffened. He broke the kiss peering into her shining eyes
and pulled out of her embrace.
He floated away from her, his body disappearing into the black void
and she fell to her knees crying out to him. “Please, don’t go.” She sobbed
reaching out with her arms to no avail. The mysterious man faded and she was
left completely alone again.
Bulma shot up in her bed the images from her dream still fresh in her
mind. She raised a trembling hand to her lips remembering the tingling
sensation she felt when he kissed her. The dream was so real. She could feel
his hot breath on her skin, hear his labored breathing. She sat stunned for a
few minutes regaining her senses. Glancing at the alarm clock on the bedside
table, she groaned realizing it was almost 3:30 in the morning.
She sighed giving up on sleep and clamored out of the bed. Sleepily,
she walked downstairs to the kitchen not even bothering with switching on a
light since she had the houses' layout memorized years ago. She poured herself
a huge glass of milk and sat at the table absently drumming her fingers on the
She sighed again as the mysterious man from her dream came back to her
mind. Who is he, she wondered. And why did if feel so right to be in his arms?
Get a hold of yourself, Bulma; it was just a dream, she told herself. It’s not
like he actually exists. It was just something your subconscious cooked up due
to your absolute lack of a social life.
Bulma gulped down the milk as her mind wondered to the upcoming school
year. School started again in a few short days and although she should be
excited since it was her senior year, she was dreading it. Bulma hated school.
It was boring for her since she knew everything they taught already. Another
reason she hated school was all the stupid, stuck-up, rich bitches. Sure, she
was rich too but she wasn’t stuck up at all and refused to act like it just to
fit in with the popular crowd.
She glanced out the window and sighed in relief noticing that the moon
wasn’t full yet. That wouldn’t have been good, she thought wryly turning to glare
at the aqua colored appendage behind her. It twitched wildly betraying her
agitation. Since childhood, Bulma had always made sure to keep her tail hidden
underneath baggy clothes. No one knew of its existence except for her parents.
If anyone at school ever found out about it, they would think she’s a freak.
Well, even more of a freak than she already was considering she was a
seventeen—almost eighteen—year old genius.
Bulma smiled at the thought of her upcoming birthday. It wasn’t her
real birthday but a day her parents had picked to celebrate it on. She didn’t
know when her real birthday was. In fact, she couldn’t remember anything before
waking up in the Briefs’ home when she was just a child. They took her in and
treated her as their own daughter naming her Bulma. She loved them and
considered the eccentric doctor and his ditzy wife as her real parents.
She chugged down the rest of the milk and placed the dirty glass in
the sink before climbing the stairs heading back to her room and back to bed.
Tuning out all thoughts of school or her weird dream, she fell into an uneasy
sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
AN: Sorry it’s so short but it’s only the
prologue. I’ll try to make all future chapters longer. It looks like Bulma has
a few secrets. How and when will these secrets be revealed? Does she have any
more secrets? We’ll find out, won’t we? Next time, we’ll check up with the
Saiyan Prince and everyone’s favorite walking, talking garbage disposal.
Read any good B/V’s lately? Send me the link. I’m currently compiling a list
of the best B/V’s but I need help. E-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org
or catch me on ICQ (137056692). Until next time