Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Ripple in Time ❯ Chapter Thirteen ( Chapter 14 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

<><>CHAPTER 13<><>

Everything was dark. Where was I? Where was Vegita? A cold, sick feeling twisted through my gut as I started to remember what had happened. Vegita! Gohan! My family. they were dead. I couldn't feel their life force anymore. I came back to myself slowly, tears flooding my eyes and marring my vision. I wanted nothing more than to be left alone, to sink back into that blessed oblivion that border lined on death. As I was about to achieve my wish, a hot searing pain shot through my right side, and sadistic laughter cadenced around me.

"Ah. poor little monkey! Look at how helpless it is!" Frieza? He was alive? I forced my eyes open, and choked back my scream of pain as the harsh light illuminated my retina. I was strapped to a metal board, probably in a lab, under a bright light that might have been used for interrogation. I closed my eyes as the pain became too much to bear.

"I thought we had taken care of you, but then again, this will be so much more fun. However did you manage to escape the wish of the dragon?"

I growled at his irritating voice, trying to test the strength of my bonds.

"Oh no, little monkey, I don't think that is going to work." He tsked at me as if I were a child.

He was right, and I hated it! The metal bands held firm, and my body went limp after my reserve strength wore out.

"What did you do?"

"Merely suppressed your chi. It hurts, doesn't it?" The pain sliced through me again, as he drew a scalpel down my arm, carefully avoiding my major arteries. I bit through my lip in an attempt to go without making a sound.

"A taste of what I went through, after you destroyed my life."

"You destroyed your own life!" I growled.

"Fool!" He backhanded me, drawing blood from my already damaged lips. "You'll see what it was like, having your body torn apart while you watch!" He punctuated his words by twisting the bone in my leg until it broke. This time I could not contain my screams.

Hours later, my body was a broken wreck, every major and minor bone broken in several places. I'm sure that most of the damage was compound; the pain was too much for the fractures to have been clean. For some reason, he had spared my face, devoting all his attention to my lower body. My throat was too torn to scream again, and I just lay there, praying for death.

Every moment was torture now, even though he had stopped, it hurt to breath, it hurt to live. With weary, red-rimmed eyes I stared straight ahead at the bleak ceiling.

If only Vegita where here.

The sentence hung in my mind. If only he were here with me, I'd suffer through anything to be by his side. And Gohan. He died before he had even begun to live. It was all my fault.

Tears that I did not know I had left dripped slowly down my cheeks. While I had lacked the strength of mind to preserve my honor with ritual death, now I lacked the physical strength to do so. I was unable to join my mate.

As I heard my torturer return to the chamber, I shrank further into myself, tuning out everything as I retreated into my mind.

"Wakie, wakie, little monkey." His taunting voice called to me. Fear lanced through my veins in its wake. "Time to play."

"No." Against my will, the word escaped my lips. It would only serve to further anger my captor, and cause him to inflict more damage on me.

"Oh yes."

//KAMI!!!! Vegita!!!// I cried mentally as he gleefully tore into me again, peeling back skin on my hands to remove muscle.

//Goku! Jun! Be strong!// I blinked through my pain. //Don't worry, my love, I'll find a way to get you through this!//

Vegita? My heart skipped a beat as I recognized the presence in my mind. //Vegita!//

My strength gave out for good, and I felt myself sinking into the darkness that was bordering my vision.

//No! Hold on!//

The world around me collapsed as I felt myself torn from the reality I had come to accept. //Vegita! Don't leave me.//

For a brief period of time, I drifted, the pain blessedly gone. Then my essence was rudely shoved into a container, a vassal, or you could also say a body. I could feel my new body change, bulk up to match my previous one, my synapses still sore from the ordeal I had been put through as they grafted to the neural pathways of this body. Then it was over, and I opened my eyes wearily. What had Vegita done?

I found myself looking at a dark ally, garbage heaped around it in piles. Several drunken people were passed out along the wall, there was even one by my feet. Suddenly everything clicked. I looked down at the clothes I was wearing. My shirt had been torn, revealing pert breasts, and my pants had also been torn from me and were lying next to me on the ground. I was back in my old body.

//Vegita?// I reached out mentally for my mate. //VEGITA?//

There was no response. Oh god. I was too far away, and the bond was too new. was he alive? Was he able to hear me, but unable to contact me back?

I pushed myself to my feet, heedless of my state of undress. My body felt weird to me. I suppose that is natural, since I had grown accustomed to my larger, male body. I shakily placed one foot in front of another. The best thing that I could do was go to my mother's house and change, then try and discover how I could get back. Vegita would need my help if had been captured by Frieza, and the more I though about it, the more plausible it seemed. The beam of light was probably a transporter beam and they were probably being held in cells that suppressed their chi.

God. if did to them what he did to me, I am going to rip his little head from his shoulders before he can even think about hurting another again.

"Where you going, bitch?" The slurred voice cut into my thoughts. I looked around trying to place it. Rounding on the man struggling to his feet behind me, I growled audibly as I recognized the man who had raped me.

"Bitch? Oh you are SO going to pay for ruining this outfit, bub." I sneered at him.

He shoved me up against the wet wall of the ally, his alcohol-laden breath wafting into my face. "What are you going to do, little pretty? Beg like the bitch you are!"

He tried force a sloppy kiss onto my mouth. That was the last straw. I drove my fist into his gut, sending him flying into the opposite brick wall. I looked down at my hand in amazement. It seemed that I had retained the power of the Saiya-jin I had fused with. My eyes widened in further respect as I realized what I could accomplish.

"Bitch!" The drunk had recovered and was trying to beat me into submission. Oh well, too bad for him. It didn't seem to be working. I smirked and dodged every one of his ill-aimed blows, waiting until I had regained enough control of my energy to blast him. I drew on Goku's knowledge and formed a chi sphere in my right hand.

"See you in hell." I sneered at him. He had only a second, as he dimly comprehended his fate before the ball struck him and incinerated his body. As good as that had felt, I had used up most of the power in my body, leaving me weak and tired. I dragged myself to the door of the club and leaned against it heavily. Too much, too soon. or so the saying goes. I closed my eyes briefly as the world started to swim.

"Jun? Oh my god, Jun! Are you okay?" I could dimly hear the concerned voice through the pain of my being.

"Aa. Daijobu." I muttered, forgetting to speak English.

I could feel my body being lifted up and cradled to a firm chest, then passed out as my last bit of energy left me.

I blinked muzzily as I came too. I was on a lumpy bed in a small room, with several IV's sticking from my arms and dressed in, horror of horror, a hospital gown. My eye twitched. As I turned my head to try and find a bit more comfort, the door to the room opened, and. er. my mother came in.

"Jun! How dare you go to a club like that! You know that you are underage! You could have been killed!" She screeched. I winced at the volume.

"Mother, I'm fine."

"Fine? You were raped! Now how will you be able to get into a decent college? " Oi vey. Again with the college speech. And I didn't miss this because? I sighed, and looked at the ceiling. I miss Vegita.

".You look at me when I'm talking to you!"

I glared at her, sending her a step back in shock. I looked down at the IV's in my arms and I wanted to rip them out one by one. I could feel my energy reserves were starting to replenish, but at the rate that it was going, it would be several months until I was up to par. I sighed, my anger draining like water.

"Mother. I want to go home." I asked, wearily. She stood there gaping for a moment before she went to get a nurse's opinion.

"If she takes it easy for a few days, I think that it would be fine to release her." My doctor said. "She is healing much faster than would be expected, and she didn't receive that many injuries in the first place. Make sure that she drinks lots of fluids and takes these pills twice a day for two weeks."

He placed a small bottle in my mother's hand and gave her a slip of paper for her to sign.

"Can I have some clothes?" I asked, politely.

I sighed, resting on my old bed, in my old room. I had slept for a while yesterday, but I had woken early and hadn't been able to go back to sleep for an hour. Contrary to her usual behavior, my mother wouldn't let me go to school for the rest of the day, and had brought me my lunch in bed. It only consisted of some broth and crackers, but it's the thought that counts, right? It didn't help that I had received the Saiya-jin appetite along with the healing factor, and my stomach was growling horribly.

I was already well enough to walk around; in fact, the only thing wrong was my low chi energy. I had also discovered that I had a tail now. The genetic change as I entered my body must have stimulated the cells into development. I sighed flopping onto my stomach, my tail swishing lazily at the air behind me. I was so bored.

Pushing myself to my feet, I walked over to the full-length mirror in my closet. My body, although it had been lean before, was now heavily muscled. I had a well-toned abdomen, and as I flexed my biceps, I couldn't help but grin madly. My legs were the same, and though my muscles were larger, they were still streamlined, giving my body the elegance of a dancer.

In short, I was one drool-worthy package. If only Vegita could see me. I shook my morbid thoughts away as I continued to flex, turning it into a kata.

I tired quickly of that sport, and turned my attention to the closet. I tore into it looking for some decent clothes, finally finding some baggy exercise pants and a long black t-shirt. Yes, these would do nicely.

I glanced at the clock. Almost seven AM. I'm going to be late for school! I shrugged quickly into my clothes, tied my sneakers, and slung my backpack over my shoulder. Running down the stairs, I ran into my mother making breakfast in the kitchen.

"Jun, just where do you think you are going?" She crossed her arms at me.

"School. I'm going to be later!" I shoveled all the eggs into my mouth, inhaled the bacon and orange juice, and kissed her on her cheek. Her brows rose slightly.

"Are you sure you'll be able to handle it?"

"I'm fine." I smiled slightly at her. "If I get tired, I'll come home right away. I just want to forget that this ever happened, and the best thing to do is just continue with my life, right?"

I shoved a Tupperware container with leftovers in it into my backpack and took off out the door. "See you later!"

Once outside, I saw the bus at the bus stop and I waved for it to wait, shouting to get the driver's attention. I broke into a run as I saw the doors close and as I skidded up to the stop, it was already moving.

I scowled. I'll bet they thought this was funny. I'll show them. I ran around the corner or the street making sure no one was around with my chi sense and leapt into the air. I was at the high school before I knew it, and I landed at the back before the bell could ring. Stretching a bit to loosen my muscles, I trotted around to the front to blend in with the teeming masses and get bustled off to class.

//Vegita. I'll find a way to you! I promise!//

To Be Continued.