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 

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 tabletop. 

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 killarri@yahoo.com or catch me on ICQ (137056692). Until next time


Chapter 1