DISCLAIMER: DBZ I do not own.
A/N – Okay, for those of you who may not know, Turles is Goku’s
twin brother who popped up in the movie ‘tree of might.’ This fic is an A/U
based around what might have happened if Goku had gone with Raditz and left the
Earth open to attack, namely from Turles.
This first chapter,
the prologue, is going to be Bulma’s POV, but only this chapter, the other
chapters will all be in 3rd person POV.
Anyhow I just ask that
people be open minded about this fic, be prepared for lots of lemon, angst and
most likely romance. Enjoy!
* Please remember that I
am from Australia and therefore I write with Australian spelling and use slang
that is typical to my country. Please do not email me or flame me telling me to
change my writing style to an American style because I won’t.
LYRICS -
‘Ultraviolence’ by New Order
THANKS – Rayvyn
Styx for beta reading many chapters of this fic.
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Burn
my skin
In
the heat of the night
All
those years gone by
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I can still remember the
day that our world began its first few spirals into darkness; the day that the world’s
hero left us behind.
Raditz had stood almost
seven feet tall, his hair reached down to his ankles in long wild spikes, and a
ferocious scowl marred what could have been attractive features. Raditz was
everything Goku was not - cruel, evil, malicious, and devious. He appeared to
know everything about his brother Goku, of whom he called Kakarot. What little
Raditz didn’t know he was quickly able to piece together.
Within minutes of
Raditz’s untimely arrival, all of those who were gathered on Kami Island knew
that Goku was a saiyan and that he had been sent to Earth to destroy it. It was
easier for us to accept the situation than it was for Goku. But Master Roshi
confirmed everything that Raditz told us, and soon enough, even Goku was forced
to believe that indeed he was born to be a murdering planet pirate.
Raditz soon discovered
that Goku had been hit on the head as a baby and had forgotten his mission to
destroy Earth and kill all life forms. Goku took it pretty well, all things
considered; but no matter how well he had taken the news, what Raditz said next
was something that none of us had been prepared for.
He told Goku that he had
to leave with him, that he had to leave the Earth and his family behind and
join the last remaining saiyans in space.
Goku declined, but Raditz
knew he would of course and knew exactly how to get Goku to change his mind. He
threatened to kill us, all of us, and after quickly beating Goku in a scuffle
brought on by these threats, it was obvious not only that Raditz would do
exactly as he had threatened, but that he had the power to do it too.
And so Goku had left with
his long lost brother, he said his goodbyes to his son and his friends and had
gone. I had thought then that I would never see Goku again…of course I was wrong,
as often is the case with tales like mine.
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Who felt those cold hands
Touch my skin
Deep within
Burn my soul
Where I was found
All those years ago
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Two years had passed since
Goku had left us and slowly but surely we had all given up hope of ever seeing
him again.
But then he came.
There was no warning of
his coming; I just woke up one day to find Capsule Corp in chaos and most of
the world’s largest cities destroyed by his gang of thugs.
His name was Turles, and
it was he who ultimately destroyed the Earth. He landed on Earth and planted a
seed that sucked out the Earth’s energy, killing everything – people, plants
and animals alike.
The Z gang tried to
defend the Earth to the best of their abilities, and to give them their credit
they were able to take out nearly all of Turles’ men. When they were faced with
Turles himself, the Z warriors fell one by one; Gohan, Yamcha, Krillen, Master
Roshi, Tien, Choutzu, and even Piccolo fell victim to his power.
And the whole time they
were fighting Turles, the seed he had planted was flourishing, tearing through
the worlds' cities until a giant tree stood tall, feeding off the Earth’s life
energy to grow it’s hellish fruit. For the fruit from the tree of might had the
ability to give the person who ate it incredible strength and it was this
fruit, of course, which Turles thirsted for.
After the Z fighters were
gone, the world stood no chance against him. Turles devoured the fruit and set
out on a destructive rampage across the globe, killing anyone who had survived
the initial growth of the tree.
And soon enough Turles
stumbled upon me.
When I first saw him I thought
it was Goku, for Turles was the mirror image of his brother. It wasn’t until he
spoke that I realised that this beast
wasn’t the man I had grown up with. I alone was spared the fate that the rest
of the Earth suffered, and in return for his apparent favour Turles demanded
that I become his lover.
And so, his strength now
God-like from the fruit, Turles and his few remaining men left the Earth with
me in tow; their esteemed leader’s personal whore. Turles was never cruel to
me. I was never treated badly by him or any of his men; in fact, they were for
the most part civil to me. But each night Turles would take me to his bed and
use me again and again.
It had been three years
since Goku left, one year since the Earth was destroyed, and not a day goes by
that I don’t pray to whatever God will listen to me to see Goku’s smiling face
one more time - to know that he’s still alive and that I’m not all alone.
Instead, I have to
content myself with a face almost identical which stares at me with such passion
in its gaze that sometimes I fear for my safety.
@--8------
Everybody makes mistakes
Even me
Just be free
Where in the end
It happens in
Our world within
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I lie in bed, Turles’ arm
wrapped possessively around me; my blue hair frames my face as I stare up at
the ceiling. I know Turles is still awake, but he doesn’t move or make a sound
as he lies next to me, his tail twitching.
“Turles?” I hesitantly
speak, unsure of how to talk to my lover despite the intimacy we share. I often
wonder if this distance between us is of Turles’ making or of my own.
“Mmm?” He yawns and his
arm detangles from around me, giving me leave to turn over and stare at him.
“What is it?” He sounds refreshed and his eyes sparkle as they watch me.
“Why didn’t you kill me?”
I have never before asked Turles why he spared my life. I always assumed it was
simple lust, but at times I have caught him staring at me from the corner of
his eye, as if he is as puzzled by my feelings towards him as I am of his. He
does not love me, I know that, but sometimes I feel that there is more to him
keeping me alive them he tells me.
Now Turles stares at me
as if I’ve gone mad, his usually scowling face now has a curious look on it.
“What does it matter?” He is speaking slowly and choosing his words carefully
as though unsure of what to say next.
“I don’t know. It…it just
does.” I try to make him understand with my eyes that I need to know the answer
to this question. I ignore his tail as it sweeps up my body and curls around my
thigh; this is just his way of distracting me.
“I wanted a woman and you
suited my purpose.” He shrugs and moves closer to me, his tail now rhythmically
squeezing my thigh.
“But why? Of all the woman you came across why me?” I allow Turles to
take me into his arms but do not allow him to so easily dissuade me from my
line of questioning.
Once again he shrugs and
tries to shield his eyes from me. “You didn’t scream when you saw me.” He
kisses my neck affectionately, still avoiding my searching gaze. “You feared
for your life - I could smell your
fear - but you didn’t run or scream or faint. Maybe I thought you deserved to
live.” Turles runs a hand through my hair and burries his face in my shoulder,
gently nipping at my skin.
I know that Turles won’t
tell me anymore when he finally looks up and meets my gaze. His eyes have a
burning look to them as he pulls me closer yet; in his own way signalling that
our conversation is over. His hand strokes down my body as if I was a pet of
some kind and he nibbles on my ear.
Despite my best efforts I
giggle and have to bite my lip to stop myself from outright embarrassing myself
by bursting into laughter.
I do not love Turles, I
do not even like him very much, but I would be lying if I said I do not enjoy
sex with him – and sadly this is something he knows and uses to his advantage.
Turles is a very
passionate lover and everything he does to me is designed to arouse. From the
very first time he took me he was gentle and caring with me, always careful not
to hurt me too much - even in the very throws of passion.
Strange as it may be, I
am glad that I didn’t die on Earth with the rest of my species. I am now the
only human being alive in the universe. At first the thought of taking my own
life crossed my mind many a time, I have since accepted my fate.
I am Bulma Briefs, the
lover of a murderer who destroyed my planet, my friends, and my family.
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