Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Arranged Love ❯ Meeting the Cold Family ( Chapter 15 )
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By: Moon Star 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.09.2003 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 248 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.09.2003 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 248 | Status: Completed
Moon Star
This is a G/B with P/T in there. Don't like them, don't read it.
Disclaimer : Dragonball Z and it's characters do not belong to me.
Arranged Love
Chapter 15 : Meeting the Cold Family
"It's time to get this show in the road," Schial muttered under her breath as she watched in suspended space, the capsule shuttle speeding away from her terminal point. Both Trunks and Pan were only a day and a half day away from arriving at the Cold planet but she had other things to do.
Closing the pod, she entered her destination, shuddering at the thought of having to spend some more time at the sights of Cooler and his army of freaks as she would call them.
All she had to do was get through the Riman Galaxy and she would arrive on time to leave the new contract at Earth with no mishaps or time to waste. It was too close to deadline. But what she didn't understand was why they hadn't given the contract to Goten as he made his trip back. Unless something was to happen that Bardock had foreseen.
She didn't like the thoughts that cruised through her mind, because only one force was the capable enough to have everything laid out to interfere with their trip back.
That might also be why she had been instructed to fly through the Riman Galaxy with it's unstable stars and planets. They deemed it safer than any other route as she would not meet any other ships on the way.
Pressing the sleep gas button, she fingered slightly the black fort suitcase that was at the side of her seat. It was so important to get this to Earth without mishaps. A whole race depended on it's contents. She just hoped that all would be fine in her route.
Shifting her position, she graced over her tailbone. That's what it was now and forever. No more furry tails to live with. A whole new generation would have to be born with so many differences.
It was a long and treacherous road ahead.
* * *
It had been a week of incredible closure.
Bra murmured softly with the song that remained playing by the speaker system. She skipped steps to the sound of the music as she moved from one side to the other on the lower engines of the ship. Just doing a quick over the system to make sure that there was no overheating or loose screws that needed to be taken care of.
Walking slowly out of the place, she spied a certain handsome spiky haired guy glancing out of one of the windows to the outside space. He seemed intrigued by something in the distance.
Not wanting to interrupt his concentration, Bra moved to his side with plenty of time for him to see her and without saying a word, she directed her line of vision to the vast blackness that reigned outside.
The planets lighted with their reflections. The stars tinkled, with the reigning suns blaring their light for all. And there it was. She could see it. It was a reflection of the darkness on it's own.
There was no mistake about it. It was a ship. And it was making it's way toward them.
"Are you sure that's a ship?" Goten asked her as his own troubled face mirrored her own. He needed her knowledgeable confirmation.
"It is," she moved half a step to the right. The reflective shine of the sun caught her glare. "The sun is reflecting on the shield of the ship."
"I figured as much," Goten muttered as they let silent reign once more. They waited the time to see what would happen now.
"They know we're here," he stated. Bra could see his fists moving off and on reflexively. "They're not going to let us go."
"It all depends," Bra wavered. "It'll still be about 30 minutes before they reach us. There must be something we can do."
Her troubled gaze shifted to his. He saw the desperation that reigned there.
"We have to find out who they are first," briskly, Goten walked toward the main bridge, Bra following behind. The cameras of the outside activated, the whole scenery portrayed by each of the screens.
"Here," Bra handed him an earphone and opened a program on the main computer. Looking at it for a moment, he put it on and waited patiently for Bra to show her whatever she needed to.
Static came, it followed and silence. Then it came, gibberish at first but then it transformed.
"What is this?" Goten asked amazed as the low frequency transformed into an audible language.
"It doesn't have a name," she informed him as she continued to type in the frequencies. "It's an equipment that let us hear the channel that they are using as soon as we find the frequency and start to give out the same time."
"Did you come up with this or was it Bulma?"
"A little both ways," she replied as the last dash was in. The speech came in with no interference or blips. "It's yurenian."
"And that means..."
"That it's a ship from King Cold lackeys." Bra finished for him. "They work as if there is not code of violation. But they are still taking slaves as if nothing is wrong with it."
"Then we know that they're going to take this ship." Goten grounded.
"Yes," Bra affirmed his statement. "But because it's a ship that has no original port known to them, they won't know that we're from Vegetasei and in turn saiyans."
"Will they recognize you?" Goten asked worried. If they were working for Cold, there was no clue to what would happen to the daughter of Vegeta in their hands.
"No," she responded truthfully. "And without our tails," she pointed toward her back which was tailless. "They won't be able to see that we're saiyans."
"Then we're cleared." Goten drew out. He closed in on her, taking off the earphone off. "All we have to do is draw out a plan."
"The inevitable is that we'll be captured." Bra said as she started to close in on any readings that might be picked up by the other ship. "But that just means that we'll be taken to the Cold planet."
* * *
"We're here," Pan announced solemnly the news. Stating the obvious but, she had to say something. "Let's get this started."
Trunks simply nodded as he followed behind her. He straightened his back, his position perfectly straight. His eyes looked forward, blank and hard. The perfect picture of a dangerous and protective bodyguard. Just what he had to be.
The door to the ramp opened, the path toward the inside base stretched out. No one was on it, so both walked at an even pace toward the other side.
They approached the door toward the base, it swooshed open.
Pan stood proud, emotionless toward the swarm of creatures that were assembled at the room. Each eyes were turned toward them. Their fleeting interest not really reassuring Pan of a safe place. A grunt from behind her reassured her some.
She was glad now that she wasn't alone with all of these creatures.
"Ambassador of Vegetasei?" A voice from their right asked. Pan and Trunks turned their heads toward the commanding tone.
There stood a green creature of fair features. Pan recognized him from the briefing that Schial had given her on the days at the ship. Zarbon -- one of the right hand man of King Cold that had served under Freeza before his death. Pan knew that he was of prolonged age, but he didn't show it.
"Yes," she clearly answered.
"Him?" Zarbon asked of the other person.
"Insurance," Pan simply responded. Both of them locked eyes. Just staring each other down seemed to be the rage of the room. Everyone's attention was on both. "Problem?"
"No," Zarbon replied as he turned and moved away. By a hand movement, he said clearly to follow him.
Trunks stood to the back. Pan turned her head sideways toward him and assented. Taking the signal, Trunks walked back toward one of the doors that lead to the outside world. Being the whole place made of crystals, you could clearly look to the outside. Pan simply walked behind Zarbon, taking her time.
Trunks opened the door and closed it. Then, looking up toward the landing arch, he took off toward the ramp. Wasting no time, Trunks moved to one of the ship's sides and pressed. The explosion sounded and the capsule emerged.
A minute later, he was back inside. The capsule carefully in his hand, he followed her scent.
They had to be careful here.
Pan guessed that it wasn't normal procedure to send the top man to retrieve guests in the planet. She knew that they were going to be treated with special care being from one of the first enemy camp, but she knew that if they were too careful, it was something that they were hiding.
Zarbon walked over a threshold that was heavy decorated and pronounced with gold. She guessed it to be a very important room. But who cared for it, the creatures that were beyond it she knew were very strong and from many different races.
And in the middle of the room stood King Cold, surrounded by astounding creatures of immense height and power.
"King Cold," Zarbon's voice halted all procedures at the room. One of the creatures turned back. From all of the details that Pan had received, she could tell the resemblance. Truly, Freeza and Cold were truly related.
"Ah," he smiled pleased of the creatures before him. "The representative is here." He eyed Pan carefully, his gaze not leaving any detail unrevealed. He walked forward, his eyes focused on Pan. Not sparing a glance at the warrior behind her.
"Welcome to Cold planet," King Cold inclined his head in a mirth manner. Pan could guess his game. "I hope the trip was satisfactory."
"It was," Pan answered as he still approached.
"Great," his smile still unsettled her. She didn't like any of these people. Not caring for seeming rude, she turned her eyes toward everyone in the room. Categorizing each one of the creatures before her. She wasn't going to be taken off guard.
"Somehow we had thought that they would send a male to our planet," the silken voice interrupted her search. It was pitched at a tone of danger she knew too well.
Both Trunks and Pan turned their heads at the same time.
There stood Cooler.
"They did send one," Zarbon joined in.
"Yes," all three gazes lingered at Trunk's built. "They did."
Before they had landed, Pan and Trunks had decided that the less he said the better. So he stood in complete silence, but ready for anything that might come their way.
Many scouters had been used silently at their arrival to try to get an inkling of the senders. The numbers they received were so low that startled them. But they all knew that saiyans could control their power. The energy level reader was of no use as no accurate number could be used to prepare.
One thing that was noted though, was that the 'bodyguard' had a sword at his belt. Which meant he was skilled at weapons as he was in maneuvering his power.
"I'm sure you're both exhausted from your trip," Cold remained his passive tone. Nothing was going to hitch a suspicion in his plan. "I'll have someone direct you to your rooms."
Zarbon got the message and nodded. But Cooler stopped him. "I'll direct them to their rooms father." Cold approved and motioned for both saiyans to follow him.
"There'll be a welcome dinner party for you," Cooler supplied along the way. "You'll be sent help to get ready."
"Thanks," Pan replied as Trunks walked beside her. His shoulder brushed her own, a touch that was both calming and reassuring.
Cooler stopped at a suite door. "The room contains one bedroom, bathroom, small kitchen and receiving room." He explained. "We did not know that there were two coming, so we didn't anticipate another room needed."
Both Pan and Trunks looked at one another. They also had thought about it. It had been a possibility that had been approached. "No matter."
Pan interrupted. "It's his decision if he cares to stay in the same suite as me." The sentence clearly showing that she and him were of no relation. So they were not together.
"I'll stay," his monotone reply did nothing but show that he had no objection or thrill to be in the same room.
"Very well," Cooler knew when to stop. Using the control at the side of the door, he entered the number code and the door opened.
"Hope you'll be comfortable," and with that, he slipped to the opposite way. Both Trunks and Pan were left alone.
"Change the code please," Pan said as she entered the suite. There was something unsettling of the whole thing, but she knew how to deal with the situation. Taking a deep breath, she let the tension move out of her shoulders. Reaching behind her hair, she touched the translator and turned it off. She knew that the frequencies were catch if left turned on.
Now they could talk in peace.
The door behind her closed. Trunks too had turned his translator off.
"Speak in my language," she oriented. It was one that was not recorded in Cold's records as it was a planet that had never been visited to.
"We should check for surveillance."
"Already done," Trunks replied as he ran his fingers through his short hair. Now that made him miss his long locks. It was going to take so much time to grow it back. "There's no cameras."
His wishful tone gave his yearning away. "You miss your long hair don't you."
"My natural color too," Trunks walked to one of the mirrors and grimaced. Not was he only unrecognizable which was a good thing, but he was hideous. The chopped hairstyle did nothing to help him either.
"I never pictured you as a vane person," Pan let a laugh escape as she saw him frown.
"Me neither," he replied at her description. Then, his face turned teary. "I guess I'm just afraid that you won't love me anymore."
"Like that could happen," she rolled her eyes at his act.
"Oh," her comment put him in high spirits again. "Show me you love me."
"What?" Pan almost fell to the floor with the crawling sensation that she had been set up.
"Come here," he turned toward her with a devilish smile on his face.
Laughing Pan started to step back. "You look horrible."
"Show me you love me." He pouted as he continued to advance and she to step back.
"Not now," she still broke up to a laugh. "This is not the time for games." She knocked herself against one of the furniture in the room. She settled herself, but he still closed the distance between them.
"I'm not playing," he whined. It got the result he wanted. She saw him so pitiful that she couldn't hold out any longer. She fell right there on the floor, her hands on her stomach and her laughter pouring all over the room.
She saw his triumphant smile and knew this was what he had wanted. There, he pounced on her and threw her over his shoulder.
"Stop this," she tried to make it an order, but it came out with a giggle.
"It's time for a bath commander," his hand patted her butt. He opened the door to the room and closed it with his foot. "Let's see how clean I can get you."
* * *
All of the sites were docked within. And they could already hear the patter of feet from the outside. And it was gigantic.
Both Bra and Goten stood at a cell in which many other creatures like them were held. Each group segregated with each owns species and mediations. Each was with their own gender as she could figure out. All of the female species were facing the male by the communication at the sides.
Bra was reclining, sitting on the corner of the cell, with Goten sitting right beside her on the other side. It hadn't been so bad as they had been taken.
At least they had no direct contact with the ship. Bra had made sure that the doors would stay safely locked no matter the codes and tries that would be made to open it. It being made of one of the toughest materials in the galaxy would help with any artificial entry that would be made.
"It's in control," Goten whispered to her.
They had been given the chance to be captured with no hassles. Bra and Goten had agreed on it being the best choice as to not attract attention. As they had disembarked, they had both admitted to being from a neighboring planet of Vegetasei and with Bra's knowledge of the people and the planet itself, it had been accepted.
"Did you see the pink, three horned creature that watched behind the mirror?" Bra asked quietly in one of the Earth's languages.
"Yes," Goten's eyes zoomed in with the rest of his inmates. They had to be careful here. "He seemed really interested in us."
"Let's just hope that we don't get swept up in any problems." Seeing the approaching guards, both continued on in staring to nowhere in particular.
The guard turned toward the male cell. "We have a problem with an alph-rec. You three, come out." He pointed to Goten and two other creatures around him. "Let's go."
"Go," Bra muttered in a low tone. No one else caught it.
Now that she was alone, Bra turned her senses toward everyone in the cell. In a body count of both of them together and the three left, there was a total of 53. Not a bad number. Focusing in the females, she grouped them accounting to similarity and species.
All the women just huddled in silence, the sound of work being the only background noise heard at the place. She had never seen so many scare people. All seemed dirty, their clothes ragged and their features made of complete misery.
But one in particular just seemed to blend in with the darkness. She guessed it to be a small girl. Shivering and completely alone. That was what was out of place about her. She was alone and shivering.
As if sensing being observed, she looked up. Fear rubbed in her eyes and her breath hitched. Bra smiled at her, trying to ease her fear. The resemblance to the saiyan and human face was tremendous.
Sensing that she would do no harm, the girl tried to smile at her. Still, her gaze turned down toward the dirty floor and didn't raise again.
Well, here we had a new friend.
The time passed and Goten returned with the other two creatures. The cell opened with no one really looking at anything and closed once again. No one cared for anything that would happen it seems.
Goten took his spot once again, settling in to quiet and nothing at all.
"Anything happen?" Goten asked softly as a guard passed by.
Bra turned her eyes toward the girl, but stopped herself. "Nothing." There was still some things that she needed to figure out. "All's calm."
Hours and three coughing fit later...
"What will make you stop?" A guard came forth shouting from outside.
The girl simply squirmed as she put her hands toward her mouth. This was the fourth time that one of the guards had come to check on her racket. Bra saw the girls chest tighten and loosen at a very high rate. The lungs wanted to cough, but the girl was stopping any way of release. She was going to kill herself if she didn't breath again.
Scurrying by the floor toward the girl, she took her hands and made her release her blatant cough. Turning on her universal translator, she ordered her to stop her wheezing.
"You're only delaying the coughs," Bra explained. She turned her gaze toward the leaving guard. "You could bring some water and she'll stop."
He merely growled and turned out. Everyone beside them continued to be in their quiet world. Surprising, the guard returned with something that it seemed to Bra to be a big container with water. He grudgingly opened the cell and brought it in.
Bra reached for it and offered it to the girl. As if sedated, she reached slowly, her hands quivering.
"It'll be alright," Bra muttered as she gave the container back to the guard. He snatched it and hurried out.
"You can tell who's in charge that if there were better conditions, these things wouldn't happen," Bra made sure it was loud and clear.
"You shouldn't say that," the girl whispered. "They'll take you away."
"Don't worry," pleasantly, she tugged at the girl to come closer to her corner. "You just need to keep warm." Taking off her jacket, she draped it over the small girl. "Get some sleep. Nothing's going to happen to you."
Giving in to her, she closed her eyes. Bra could feel the hard lines of her face receding. Calming. She leaned in toward the rails, Goten's warm back connecting with hers.
"Are you sure that was wise?" Goten asked as Bra turned off her translator.
"I don't know."
"She's sick," Goten turned the palm of his hand and slipped it in backwards through the rails. He sought her hand and gripped it. "I love you."
"I love you too," Bra murmured as a sniff broke out from her side. "She's pale and cold."
"You'll be too without a jacket." Goten separated himself from the rail and shrugged off his own. Everyone around them watched as he pushed it through the hole and placed it on one of her shoulders.
Bra's eyes opened, her hand touching the material. "You'll be cold."
"No," he shook his head, settling down in his place once again. "It won't affect me."
"What are we going to do?" Bra asked as she slipped the garment on. She didn't know how she could tell, but she was sure that the cloth smelled of him.
"Wait," Goten replied, his lips only parted for a fraction, no movement of his words given. "And see what these yurenians are doing."
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It's been some time. Thanks to everyone for still being in with me on this. What did you think of the family and the change in plans?
'Till the next update...
Moon Star
This is a G/B with P/T in there. Don't like them, don't read it.
Disclaimer : Dragonball Z and it's characters do not belong to me.
Arranged Love
Chapter 15 : Meeting the Cold Family
"It's time to get this show in the road," Schial muttered under her breath as she watched in suspended space, the capsule shuttle speeding away from her terminal point. Both Trunks and Pan were only a day and a half day away from arriving at the Cold planet but she had other things to do.
Closing the pod, she entered her destination, shuddering at the thought of having to spend some more time at the sights of Cooler and his army of freaks as she would call them.
All she had to do was get through the Riman Galaxy and she would arrive on time to leave the new contract at Earth with no mishaps or time to waste. It was too close to deadline. But what she didn't understand was why they hadn't given the contract to Goten as he made his trip back. Unless something was to happen that Bardock had foreseen.
She didn't like the thoughts that cruised through her mind, because only one force was the capable enough to have everything laid out to interfere with their trip back.
That might also be why she had been instructed to fly through the Riman Galaxy with it's unstable stars and planets. They deemed it safer than any other route as she would not meet any other ships on the way.
Pressing the sleep gas button, she fingered slightly the black fort suitcase that was at the side of her seat. It was so important to get this to Earth without mishaps. A whole race depended on it's contents. She just hoped that all would be fine in her route.
Shifting her position, she graced over her tailbone. That's what it was now and forever. No more furry tails to live with. A whole new generation would have to be born with so many differences.
It was a long and treacherous road ahead.
* * *
It had been a week of incredible closure.
Bra murmured softly with the song that remained playing by the speaker system. She skipped steps to the sound of the music as she moved from one side to the other on the lower engines of the ship. Just doing a quick over the system to make sure that there was no overheating or loose screws that needed to be taken care of.
Walking slowly out of the place, she spied a certain handsome spiky haired guy glancing out of one of the windows to the outside space. He seemed intrigued by something in the distance.
Not wanting to interrupt his concentration, Bra moved to his side with plenty of time for him to see her and without saying a word, she directed her line of vision to the vast blackness that reigned outside.
The planets lighted with their reflections. The stars tinkled, with the reigning suns blaring their light for all. And there it was. She could see it. It was a reflection of the darkness on it's own.
There was no mistake about it. It was a ship. And it was making it's way toward them.
"Are you sure that's a ship?" Goten asked her as his own troubled face mirrored her own. He needed her knowledgeable confirmation.
"It is," she moved half a step to the right. The reflective shine of the sun caught her glare. "The sun is reflecting on the shield of the ship."
"I figured as much," Goten muttered as they let silent reign once more. They waited the time to see what would happen now.
"They know we're here," he stated. Bra could see his fists moving off and on reflexively. "They're not going to let us go."
"It all depends," Bra wavered. "It'll still be about 30 minutes before they reach us. There must be something we can do."
Her troubled gaze shifted to his. He saw the desperation that reigned there.
"We have to find out who they are first," briskly, Goten walked toward the main bridge, Bra following behind. The cameras of the outside activated, the whole scenery portrayed by each of the screens.
"Here," Bra handed him an earphone and opened a program on the main computer. Looking at it for a moment, he put it on and waited patiently for Bra to show her whatever she needed to.
Static came, it followed and silence. Then it came, gibberish at first but then it transformed.
"What is this?" Goten asked amazed as the low frequency transformed into an audible language.
"It doesn't have a name," she informed him as she continued to type in the frequencies. "It's an equipment that let us hear the channel that they are using as soon as we find the frequency and start to give out the same time."
"Did you come up with this or was it Bulma?"
"A little both ways," she replied as the last dash was in. The speech came in with no interference or blips. "It's yurenian."
"And that means..."
"That it's a ship from King Cold lackeys." Bra finished for him. "They work as if there is not code of violation. But they are still taking slaves as if nothing is wrong with it."
"Then we know that they're going to take this ship." Goten grounded.
"Yes," Bra affirmed his statement. "But because it's a ship that has no original port known to them, they won't know that we're from Vegetasei and in turn saiyans."
"Will they recognize you?" Goten asked worried. If they were working for Cold, there was no clue to what would happen to the daughter of Vegeta in their hands.
"No," she responded truthfully. "And without our tails," she pointed toward her back which was tailless. "They won't be able to see that we're saiyans."
"Then we're cleared." Goten drew out. He closed in on her, taking off the earphone off. "All we have to do is draw out a plan."
"The inevitable is that we'll be captured." Bra said as she started to close in on any readings that might be picked up by the other ship. "But that just means that we'll be taken to the Cold planet."
* * *
"We're here," Pan announced solemnly the news. Stating the obvious but, she had to say something. "Let's get this started."
Trunks simply nodded as he followed behind her. He straightened his back, his position perfectly straight. His eyes looked forward, blank and hard. The perfect picture of a dangerous and protective bodyguard. Just what he had to be.
The door to the ramp opened, the path toward the inside base stretched out. No one was on it, so both walked at an even pace toward the other side.
They approached the door toward the base, it swooshed open.
Pan stood proud, emotionless toward the swarm of creatures that were assembled at the room. Each eyes were turned toward them. Their fleeting interest not really reassuring Pan of a safe place. A grunt from behind her reassured her some.
She was glad now that she wasn't alone with all of these creatures.
"Ambassador of Vegetasei?" A voice from their right asked. Pan and Trunks turned their heads toward the commanding tone.
There stood a green creature of fair features. Pan recognized him from the briefing that Schial had given her on the days at the ship. Zarbon -- one of the right hand man of King Cold that had served under Freeza before his death. Pan knew that he was of prolonged age, but he didn't show it.
"Yes," she clearly answered.
"Him?" Zarbon asked of the other person.
"Insurance," Pan simply responded. Both of them locked eyes. Just staring each other down seemed to be the rage of the room. Everyone's attention was on both. "Problem?"
"No," Zarbon replied as he turned and moved away. By a hand movement, he said clearly to follow him.
Trunks stood to the back. Pan turned her head sideways toward him and assented. Taking the signal, Trunks walked back toward one of the doors that lead to the outside world. Being the whole place made of crystals, you could clearly look to the outside. Pan simply walked behind Zarbon, taking her time.
Trunks opened the door and closed it. Then, looking up toward the landing arch, he took off toward the ramp. Wasting no time, Trunks moved to one of the ship's sides and pressed. The explosion sounded and the capsule emerged.
A minute later, he was back inside. The capsule carefully in his hand, he followed her scent.
They had to be careful here.
Pan guessed that it wasn't normal procedure to send the top man to retrieve guests in the planet. She knew that they were going to be treated with special care being from one of the first enemy camp, but she knew that if they were too careful, it was something that they were hiding.
Zarbon walked over a threshold that was heavy decorated and pronounced with gold. She guessed it to be a very important room. But who cared for it, the creatures that were beyond it she knew were very strong and from many different races.
And in the middle of the room stood King Cold, surrounded by astounding creatures of immense height and power.
"King Cold," Zarbon's voice halted all procedures at the room. One of the creatures turned back. From all of the details that Pan had received, she could tell the resemblance. Truly, Freeza and Cold were truly related.
"Ah," he smiled pleased of the creatures before him. "The representative is here." He eyed Pan carefully, his gaze not leaving any detail unrevealed. He walked forward, his eyes focused on Pan. Not sparing a glance at the warrior behind her.
"Welcome to Cold planet," King Cold inclined his head in a mirth manner. Pan could guess his game. "I hope the trip was satisfactory."
"It was," Pan answered as he still approached.
"Great," his smile still unsettled her. She didn't like any of these people. Not caring for seeming rude, she turned her eyes toward everyone in the room. Categorizing each one of the creatures before her. She wasn't going to be taken off guard.
"Somehow we had thought that they would send a male to our planet," the silken voice interrupted her search. It was pitched at a tone of danger she knew too well.
Both Trunks and Pan turned their heads at the same time.
There stood Cooler.
"They did send one," Zarbon joined in.
"Yes," all three gazes lingered at Trunk's built. "They did."
Before they had landed, Pan and Trunks had decided that the less he said the better. So he stood in complete silence, but ready for anything that might come their way.
Many scouters had been used silently at their arrival to try to get an inkling of the senders. The numbers they received were so low that startled them. But they all knew that saiyans could control their power. The energy level reader was of no use as no accurate number could be used to prepare.
One thing that was noted though, was that the 'bodyguard' had a sword at his belt. Which meant he was skilled at weapons as he was in maneuvering his power.
"I'm sure you're both exhausted from your trip," Cold remained his passive tone. Nothing was going to hitch a suspicion in his plan. "I'll have someone direct you to your rooms."
Zarbon got the message and nodded. But Cooler stopped him. "I'll direct them to their rooms father." Cold approved and motioned for both saiyans to follow him.
"There'll be a welcome dinner party for you," Cooler supplied along the way. "You'll be sent help to get ready."
"Thanks," Pan replied as Trunks walked beside her. His shoulder brushed her own, a touch that was both calming and reassuring.
Cooler stopped at a suite door. "The room contains one bedroom, bathroom, small kitchen and receiving room." He explained. "We did not know that there were two coming, so we didn't anticipate another room needed."
Both Pan and Trunks looked at one another. They also had thought about it. It had been a possibility that had been approached. "No matter."
Pan interrupted. "It's his decision if he cares to stay in the same suite as me." The sentence clearly showing that she and him were of no relation. So they were not together.
"I'll stay," his monotone reply did nothing but show that he had no objection or thrill to be in the same room.
"Very well," Cooler knew when to stop. Using the control at the side of the door, he entered the number code and the door opened.
"Hope you'll be comfortable," and with that, he slipped to the opposite way. Both Trunks and Pan were left alone.
"Change the code please," Pan said as she entered the suite. There was something unsettling of the whole thing, but she knew how to deal with the situation. Taking a deep breath, she let the tension move out of her shoulders. Reaching behind her hair, she touched the translator and turned it off. She knew that the frequencies were catch if left turned on.
Now they could talk in peace.
The door behind her closed. Trunks too had turned his translator off.
"Speak in my language," she oriented. It was one that was not recorded in Cold's records as it was a planet that had never been visited to.
"We should check for surveillance."
"Already done," Trunks replied as he ran his fingers through his short hair. Now that made him miss his long locks. It was going to take so much time to grow it back. "There's no cameras."
His wishful tone gave his yearning away. "You miss your long hair don't you."
"My natural color too," Trunks walked to one of the mirrors and grimaced. Not was he only unrecognizable which was a good thing, but he was hideous. The chopped hairstyle did nothing to help him either.
"I never pictured you as a vane person," Pan let a laugh escape as she saw him frown.
"Me neither," he replied at her description. Then, his face turned teary. "I guess I'm just afraid that you won't love me anymore."
"Like that could happen," she rolled her eyes at his act.
"Oh," her comment put him in high spirits again. "Show me you love me."
"What?" Pan almost fell to the floor with the crawling sensation that she had been set up.
"Come here," he turned toward her with a devilish smile on his face.
Laughing Pan started to step back. "You look horrible."
"Show me you love me." He pouted as he continued to advance and she to step back.
"Not now," she still broke up to a laugh. "This is not the time for games." She knocked herself against one of the furniture in the room. She settled herself, but he still closed the distance between them.
"I'm not playing," he whined. It got the result he wanted. She saw him so pitiful that she couldn't hold out any longer. She fell right there on the floor, her hands on her stomach and her laughter pouring all over the room.
She saw his triumphant smile and knew this was what he had wanted. There, he pounced on her and threw her over his shoulder.
"Stop this," she tried to make it an order, but it came out with a giggle.
"It's time for a bath commander," his hand patted her butt. He opened the door to the room and closed it with his foot. "Let's see how clean I can get you."
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All of the sites were docked within. And they could already hear the patter of feet from the outside. And it was gigantic.
Both Bra and Goten stood at a cell in which many other creatures like them were held. Each group segregated with each owns species and mediations. Each was with their own gender as she could figure out. All of the female species were facing the male by the communication at the sides.
Bra was reclining, sitting on the corner of the cell, with Goten sitting right beside her on the other side. It hadn't been so bad as they had been taken.
At least they had no direct contact with the ship. Bra had made sure that the doors would stay safely locked no matter the codes and tries that would be made to open it. It being made of one of the toughest materials in the galaxy would help with any artificial entry that would be made.
"It's in control," Goten whispered to her.
They had been given the chance to be captured with no hassles. Bra and Goten had agreed on it being the best choice as to not attract attention. As they had disembarked, they had both admitted to being from a neighboring planet of Vegetasei and with Bra's knowledge of the people and the planet itself, it had been accepted.
"Did you see the pink, three horned creature that watched behind the mirror?" Bra asked quietly in one of the Earth's languages.
"Yes," Goten's eyes zoomed in with the rest of his inmates. They had to be careful here. "He seemed really interested in us."
"Let's just hope that we don't get swept up in any problems." Seeing the approaching guards, both continued on in staring to nowhere in particular.
The guard turned toward the male cell. "We have a problem with an alph-rec. You three, come out." He pointed to Goten and two other creatures around him. "Let's go."
"Go," Bra muttered in a low tone. No one else caught it.
Now that she was alone, Bra turned her senses toward everyone in the cell. In a body count of both of them together and the three left, there was a total of 53. Not a bad number. Focusing in the females, she grouped them accounting to similarity and species.
All the women just huddled in silence, the sound of work being the only background noise heard at the place. She had never seen so many scare people. All seemed dirty, their clothes ragged and their features made of complete misery.
But one in particular just seemed to blend in with the darkness. She guessed it to be a small girl. Shivering and completely alone. That was what was out of place about her. She was alone and shivering.
As if sensing being observed, she looked up. Fear rubbed in her eyes and her breath hitched. Bra smiled at her, trying to ease her fear. The resemblance to the saiyan and human face was tremendous.
Sensing that she would do no harm, the girl tried to smile at her. Still, her gaze turned down toward the dirty floor and didn't raise again.
Well, here we had a new friend.
The time passed and Goten returned with the other two creatures. The cell opened with no one really looking at anything and closed once again. No one cared for anything that would happen it seems.
Goten took his spot once again, settling in to quiet and nothing at all.
"Anything happen?" Goten asked softly as a guard passed by.
Bra turned her eyes toward the girl, but stopped herself. "Nothing." There was still some things that she needed to figure out. "All's calm."
Hours and three coughing fit later...
"What will make you stop?" A guard came forth shouting from outside.
The girl simply squirmed as she put her hands toward her mouth. This was the fourth time that one of the guards had come to check on her racket. Bra saw the girls chest tighten and loosen at a very high rate. The lungs wanted to cough, but the girl was stopping any way of release. She was going to kill herself if she didn't breath again.
Scurrying by the floor toward the girl, she took her hands and made her release her blatant cough. Turning on her universal translator, she ordered her to stop her wheezing.
"You're only delaying the coughs," Bra explained. She turned her gaze toward the leaving guard. "You could bring some water and she'll stop."
He merely growled and turned out. Everyone beside them continued to be in their quiet world. Surprising, the guard returned with something that it seemed to Bra to be a big container with water. He grudgingly opened the cell and brought it in.
Bra reached for it and offered it to the girl. As if sedated, she reached slowly, her hands quivering.
"It'll be alright," Bra muttered as she gave the container back to the guard. He snatched it and hurried out.
"You can tell who's in charge that if there were better conditions, these things wouldn't happen," Bra made sure it was loud and clear.
"You shouldn't say that," the girl whispered. "They'll take you away."
"Don't worry," pleasantly, she tugged at the girl to come closer to her corner. "You just need to keep warm." Taking off her jacket, she draped it over the small girl. "Get some sleep. Nothing's going to happen to you."
Giving in to her, she closed her eyes. Bra could feel the hard lines of her face receding. Calming. She leaned in toward the rails, Goten's warm back connecting with hers.
"Are you sure that was wise?" Goten asked as Bra turned off her translator.
"I don't know."
"She's sick," Goten turned the palm of his hand and slipped it in backwards through the rails. He sought her hand and gripped it. "I love you."
"I love you too," Bra murmured as a sniff broke out from her side. "She's pale and cold."
"You'll be too without a jacket." Goten separated himself from the rail and shrugged off his own. Everyone around them watched as he pushed it through the hole and placed it on one of her shoulders.
Bra's eyes opened, her hand touching the material. "You'll be cold."
"No," he shook his head, settling down in his place once again. "It won't affect me."
"What are we going to do?" Bra asked as she slipped the garment on. She didn't know how she could tell, but she was sure that the cloth smelled of him.
"Wait," Goten replied, his lips only parted for a fraction, no movement of his words given. "And see what these yurenians are doing."
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It's been some time. Thanks to everyone for still being in with me on this. What did you think of the family and the change in plans?
'Till the next update...
Moon Star