Crossover Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vendetta ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Present, Earth

 

Tuxedo Kamen had just been murdered in front of her eyes, and all Sailor Moon could do was stand there and stare at his cold, lifeless body. Something inside of her was screaming at her to run to him, to use the Ginzuishou, to save him. But subconsciously, she realized that it was too late. Nothing short of rebirth would bring him back to her. He was dead, his killer standing a few yards off, and there was nothing she could do about it.

 

In a morbid sense, there was a bright side to the situation. The creature that had killed him would most likely turn his power on her and the other girls. They could all die and be reborn together. She would have to grow up again and probably fight through not knowing her past, but things would work out. All she had to do was lie down before this creature and let death embrace her. She sank to her knees with no intention of standing back up.

 

The other girls were in just as much shock, staring either at the body or glaring angrily at the creature. Sailor Venus knelt next to her leader, wrapping her arms around her, both of them shaking at the numerous emotions running through them. No one spoke. Sailor Mars, who had been focusing intently on the body, turned and shot a fierce look at the murderer. Unlike Sailor Moon, she was not willing to lie down and die, admitting defeat to this effeminate freak.

 

Without warning, she lunged at him, rage blinding her. She could never beat such a strong creature, but she sure as hell wasn't going down without a fight. Her attempts to punch him in the face met with little success, as he simply dodged each of her attacks. Finally, he seemed to grow tired of her attempts and, faster than any of them could see, landed a hit to her stomach. Even pulling his punch, the hit caused her to double over and fall to the ground, holding her stomach and gasping for air. Slowly, unable to fill her lungs quite fast enough to replenish her lost breath, she slipped into unconsciousness, a welcome relief to the pain.

 

By this time, Sailor Mercury had shaken off her astonishment at this creature's power and had taken out her computer. She tried desperately to scan for a weakness, but he seemed to have none. Being a creature of entirely physical strength, he was more susceptible to magic than most of the other enemies they had faced, but he was far too fast for any of them to land a hit. If they could find a way to immobilize him, they might be able to destroy him. But, with Sailor Mars down and Sailor Moon too distraught to fight, defeat seemed inevitable.

 

“Shabon Spray!” Mercury shouted, hoping desperately that the creature would be confused enough for one of the other senshi to hit him. Sailor Jupiter seemed to take the hint.

 

“Sparkling Wide Pressure!”

 

The attack headed straight for the creature, but before it hit, he fizzled out of view. Needless to say, both senshi were shocked. He couldn't possibly have seen it coming, so how could he dodge it? Before either of them had time to contemplate this creature's strange power, he reappeared directly behind Mercury. His hand caught the back of her neck, and she winced in pain.

 

“You must be the smart one in the group,” he hissed in her ear.

 

He increased the pressure on her neck and she crumpled at his feet, unconscious. He ignored her and turned to Sailor Jupiter, smirking. She fell into a defensive stance, trying not to tremble in fear. He walked toward her slowly, and she grew more nervous with each step. When he was within a few feet of her, she swallowed her fear and leapt at him, fist ready. He caught her punch with one hand, and with the other he landed a blow to her neck. She, too, fell to the ground.

 

Sailor Moon and Sailor Venus remained where they were, huddled on the ground and shivering in fear. The creature smirked at them, and walked toward them. Sailor Venus pushed Sailor Moon behind her and stood, ready to defend her princess at any cost. Still, she couldn't help but fear this creature, who had bested the other senshi with ease. In the back of her mind, she wondered why he hadn't killed the other girls, but she didn't have enough time to really worry about his motives. He descended upon her before she realized it, and she quickly joined the other girls in their unconsciousness.

 

“What do you want from us?” Sailor Moon asked, her voice quavering.

 

“We've come to take over this puny planet. All inhabitants will be killed or, in the case of lovely girls such as yourselves, enslaved. Can I trust you not to make too much of a fuss, or will I be forced to render you unconscious as well?”

 

“I will fight till my last breath to keep you from taking over this planet,” Sailor Moon growled, getting to her feet. The creature rolled its eyes.

 

“You had to go and make things difficult,” he said. Before she could prepare whatever attack it was she meant to throw at him, he had struck her. As her world darkened, she thought only of Mamoru.

 

* * *

 

Present, Space

 

Kaioh Michiru lay curled up in a ball on the cot in the room she had been put in. Tears from the previous few hours had dried on her face, and her eyes were red from crying. She had never lost her composure like this, but then, she had never endured the things that had happened to her in the past few hours. The outer senshi had been doing their duty, protecting the edge of the solar system from outside attacks. The ship had appeared, and they had gone to fight the beings inside. Haruka was gone, killed because she wasn't “beautiful” enough. Setsuna, Hotaru and herself had been separated shortly after being captured, and Michiru had the distinct impression that she was never going to see them again.

 

Moments before, a “client” had been in her room. He had ordered her to strip naked, and had proceeded to inspect every inch of her flesh. Never had she felt more humiliated, being poked and prodded by some alien. She was terrified as to what they wanted with her based on her looks and her body. The alien seemed happy with her, and after what seemed like days, she was allowed to put her clothes back on. The alien had left the room with the slave dealer, probably to negotiate a price, and she had been left to worry.

 

Eventually, the alien returned without the slave dealer. He was human looking, tall and muscular. His dark hair was cropped close to his head, and his dark eyes were menacing. He was not particularly handsome, but he was not hard on the eyes, either. Reaching out a large hand, he pulled her roughly off the cot and out of the small room. He led her to a large spaceship, and, once inside, showed her to another room.

 

“The flight will be two days. Meals will be brought to you. You are not to leave this room unless I come and fetch you.”

 

Michiru simply nodded, not trusting herself to open her mouth to speak. Had she any more tears, she would have burst out crying, but she had cried since she was taken prisoner. He left her there, and she fell into the bed, exhausted to a point far beyond any she'd reached before. She tried rather unsuccessfully to sleep, but she kept thinking of Haruka. It took hours before she was finally able to fall asleep.

 

Present, Space

 

Vegeta woke early the next morning, wanting to get in a few hours training before breakfast and before Goku came over. His latest toy, a girl from some planet he'd never heard of and whose name he never bothered to ask, lay curled in the bed next to him. Her eyes were still red from crying, and her hair was still mussed, but she still managed to look pretty. Unfortunately, her looks belied her skills. He had been rather disappointed.

 

He had been disappointed a lot lately with his choice of toys. They were all either far too experienced and not nearly scared enough, or far too timid. While he didn't mind bedding a virgin, he hated bedding a girl who acted like a virgin. He was drawn toward confidence and pride. He liked his toys to put up a fight, so that when he finally took them, the dominance would be that much sweeter. But lately, it was becoming more and more difficult to find a slave with confidence.

 

He had only picked this latest toy because of her looks. He had hoped that she would argue with him, would put up some sort of struggle, but she had not. She had given up hope, and had let him do as he pleased. It had disturbed him, how she had quietly allowed him to have his way with her, how she had not made a single protest. Had it not been for the far off look in her eye, he would have thought her a willing participant.

 

Shaking off the distracting thoughts, he headed to the dojo for a few hours of training. However, his sensitive Saiya-jin hearing picked up the sounds of another person moving around in the kitchen. Apparently, the old woman was already up and around. Smirking to himself, he went to investigate. She knew he was there without turning from the stove.

 

“You Saiya-jins eat a lot, right?” she asked, smiling warmly at him. He grunted his assent and came up behind her. “It will still be some time before breakfast. You should go back to bed with that pretty young thing.”

 

“Yeah right. She'll be gone by tomorrow,” he replied, scowling. He reached a hand out to sample some of the old woman's cooking, but she smacked his hand away with a wooden spoon.

 

“It's not done yet. If you won't go back to bed, go sit down at the table and wait patiently.” She shooed him away from her cooking. He growled at her.

 

“This is my home, and you are my slave. I will do whatever I want, you old hag.”

 

“You could be Frieza himself, and I would still tell you the food wasn't ready yet. Go sit down.” Her glare was slightly frightening, and Vegeta thought better than to argue. Instead, he chuckled to himself and sat down. Already, his cook was proving far more interesting than his bed toy. It was a shame she was so old.

 

“When will the food be done?” he asked. She turned to glare at him. “Fine. I'll be training in the dojo. Keep it warm until I get done.” He stood from the table and left the kitchen. His stomach growled and he cursed silently, but did not turn back.

 

Two years ago, Space

 

Dovvin had turned out to be nothing more than a harmless, albeit grumpy, old genius. After pulling her roughly from her room, he'd taken her to his ship and, before they took off, explained to her what would be happening to her once they reached his planet. He oversaw scientific research for the being Frieza who had come and taken over her planet. Slaves in their department were used primarily for physical labor and aiding the free scientists. However, she would be given some free time for experimentation on her own, and would be given supplies so long as she could provide reasonable theories and show regular progress.

 

The space ride was short and relatively comfortable. Dovvin continued to explain things to her, such as the limitations on her freedom and the way to treat her superiors. Bulma had no intention of kissing anyone's ass, but she figured she could be civil enough until she earned her keep. The limitations placed on her all seemed reasonable, considering she was technically a slave. All in all, the prospect was not altogether unbearable, though she would rather not be making scientific progress for the alien responsible for ruining her life.

 

When they landed on their planet of destination, he led her off the ship and, after a short walk, they arrived at a large complex. A couple of scientists greeted them as they exited the ship, and Dovvin chatted amiably with them for some time. He seemed to forget she was there, until one of the others asked about her. Then he turned and stared at her for a moment, looking unimpressed as usual. He explained that she was from a backward planet, and how she had been found disassembling a scouter. The others stated their names and bowed slightly to her. Figuring it would be best of her to be civil, she bowed deeper and stated her name, forcing herself to omit her role as vice-president and beautiful genius of Capsule Corporation.

 

“Crella, show the slave to her quarters and get her acquainted with the compound,” Dovvin ordered gruffly.

 

A young woman motioned to Bulma, and she followed her inside. Crella was tall and thin, rather unattractive by normal standards with auburn hair pulled into a hasty, messy ponytail. Still, she had a sweet smile and was extremely informative. As she showed Bulma around the complex, she also explained the various types of research going on, and was more than willing to explain to Bulma things she didn't understand. By the time they had reached the room Bulma would be staying in, the blue-haired genius felt that she would be able to handle herself quite well in the near future.

 

“Well, this is where you'll stay when you aren't working or eating. There's a full bathroom through there, and if you need anything, just ask. There are domestic slaves who will clean your room and your things. And as for Dovvin…he grows on you. Rather like fungus, actually. He seems like an ass at first, but he's brilliant. He'll teach you a lot, even if he treats you like you're below him. Anyway, you get yourself settled. Supper will be in about two hours, and someone will be by to show you where to get your meals. You'll start training in the morning.”

 

Crella then left Bulma to her own devices with a gentle smile. Bulma took a quick look around the room, nodding her approval at the modest bed and the desk. She popped into the bathroom to freshen up a little, thanking Kami she always carried a toiletry set with her capsules. Then, she returned to the room and flopped down on the bed. She found it most comfortable and, exhausted more than she realized, fell asleep.

 

Present, Space

 

Goku looked around the kitchen, rather proud of himself. He had tackled the dirty dishes first, scrubbing each and then putting them in the dishwashing machine. It had taken him nearly two months to figure out how to use it, since he and Chichi had been too poor to afford one of their own. Then, he had scrubbed all of the counters and the stove, and had finished up by mopping the floor. The room looked almost sparkling clean.

 

Under normal circumstances, he would have congratulated himself on a job well done, and mentally told Vegeta to shove it. He would have claimed that he didn't need any maid, that he could handle it all by himself. He'd survived two years on his own, and there was no real reason for him to change now. But, the “on his own” part bothered him a bit. He had Vegeta as a sort of friend, and he had dozens and dozens of female admirers who were more than willing to share his bed. But Vegeta generally only wanted to train with him, and the girls were all more attracted to his money and his boyish good looks. None of them cared about his dead wife, his lost child, the friends he had left behind to seek revenge. He was tired of being alone.

 

Then and there, he decided that he would buy one slave, and that he would not force her to do anything she didn't want to do. He would politely request that she cook and clean for him, but for the most part, he simply wanted another body in his home. He wanted someone who would listen to him, maybe even someone who knew something of what he was going through. Yes, he decided. After the tournament, when the next shipment comes in, I'll buy a slave.

 

After making up his mind on this course of action, he switched his mind over to training-mode. He was training with Vegeta in less than an hour, and the clothing he was currently wearing was covered in nameless gunk that had, at one time, been food. He changed into something more appropriate to train in, and began to stretch. Vegeta would have been training for hours already, and Goku would need to be ready to fight him. While his friends on Earth would have allowed him time to warm up, Vegeta would want to get fighting right away.

 

2 Years Ago, Earth

Goku's Dream

 

It seemed like any other normal day, the sun shining brightly and birds chirping in the trees near his house. He and Krillin were in the back yard, sparring. Chichi was inside, cooking lunch, and Bulma sat with baby Gohan, watching. He had just landed a punch, knocking Krillin to the ground a few feet from Bulma, and under normal circumstances, this would signal the end of the match. However, something stirred inside him, urging him to fight.

 

Kakorot something inside his head whispered. Who the hell is Kakorot, he asked himself. Shaking his head, he landed on the ground next to Krillin and offered a hand to help him up. Krillin accepted, grinning at his friend.

 

Kill, Kakorot. Destroy the earthlings. Kill!

 

Before he realized what was going on, he had heaved Krillin into a nearby tree. The voice in his head grew notably louder, urging him on. He tried to fight it, knowing that killing was wrong, but it continued to pressure him. Krillin was struggling to his feet, bleeding from a wound where he had hit the tree. When Goku looked back at him, all he could see was weakness, and for some reason, he despised his long time friend.

 

Kill him, Kakorot!

 

He seemed to lose control of his body, felt him self submit to the voice in his head. He threw himself at Krillin, attacking him relentlessly. Krillin had never been as strong as Goku, and could not hold out against the onslaught. In a matter of seconds, his body crumpled at Goku's feet, lifeless.

 

Goku turned to look at Bulma, who seemed not to have noticed. She was playing with Gohan, oblivious to the rest of the world. Chichi had just come around back to announce that dinner was ready. For some reason, both seemed fragile, and Goku fought desperately not to attack them. But the voice kept urging him, telling him to kill, and he found that he could not fight it.

 

Kill them all! Kill!

 

Present, Frieza's Spaceship, Medical Wing

 

Hotaru woke feeling terribly groggy and uncomfortable. Blinking her eyes a few times, she looked around in shock. She was in some sort of tank, full of a liquid thicker than water and with a mask over her face, and she was naked. Had she the energy to, she would have curled up into a ball in an attempt to hide herself, but she found herself far too weak to move. For a moment, she looked around the room. Thankfully, no one was present, but shortly the door opened and someone walked in.

 

Had she not seen so many strange things as a Sailor Senshi in her short life, she would have panicked. The being was definitely not human, resembling a frog more than any humanoid creature. The creature began pushing buttons on what she assumed was the control panel, and the liquid began to drain away. Once the liquid was gone, the frogman opened a hatch and carefully lifted her out of the tank. She tried to protest, tried to cover her nakedness, but could not even muster the voice to speak.

 

“You are probably tired. Here.” He set her down on a table, and she nearly passed out at the exertion of trying to sit up. He held her with one hand and helped her into a loose-fitting gown with the other. “Now I will take you to rest.”

 

She was too weak to stand, even with his help, and so he lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the room. They traveled through a maze of hallways, though she was barely aware of her surroundings, until they finally reached the desired location. The frogman opened a door and took her inside.

 

It was a spacious bedroom, with a window looking out into space. A large vanity was set against one wall, next to a door. A large four-poster bed complete with canopy and gossamer curtains of a deep purple color stood against the opposite wall. The frogman laid her down on the bed, tucking the covers up around her shoulders. She was asleep before her head touched the pillows, and after closing the curtains around the bed, the creature left her to her rest.

 

Present, Elsewhere in Frieza's Ship

 

Usagi awoke, no longer in the form of Sailor Moon, with a splitting headache. Groaning, she sat up and looked around. She sat on the floor of a huge room with high ceilings, completely void of furniture. Scattered about the room were clusters of people, most of them huddling together and looking frightened. Near her sat her friends, discussing what to do and looking around suspiciously. Ami had out her computer and was typing away furiously. Rei and Makoto looked homicidal, and Minako just seemed resigned, hugging her knees and rocking slightly.

 

Usagi scooted over to them, her head clearing a bit, though still throbbing dully. “Where are we?” she asked.

 

“It's some sort of spaceship. It's huge,” Ami replied, not looking up from her computer. “The propulsion system is incredible…”

 

“Right, Ami. Anyway, what's going to happen to us?” Minako asked.

 

“After you guys got knocked out, he said something about killing and enslaving people. If they were going to kill us, they would have done it right then like Mamoru…” Usagi's voice trailed off and tears sprung to her eyes.

 

Rei instinctively wrapped her arms around the small girl. Usagi sniffled for a few moments, clutching at Rei's kimono like her life depended on it. Eventually she let go and wiped her eyes. Things were far too confusing and terrifying for her to cry everything out right then and there. Instead, she looked around again, searching for familiar faces. Even if she knew anybody there, she could not find them as the room was too large, and there were too many bodies in the way.

 

“We'll find a way out of this,” Makoto growled, punching a fist into her open hand and glaring at nothing in general. “I promise.”