Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ At Odds ❯ Viper's Kiss ( Chapter 10 )

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, this is just a sick manifestation of my own fantasies.

Chapter Ten

Viper's Kiss

"This is our target, Capri Gervais." Bulma keyed up the image on the onboard computer as she briefed Delia on her plan. He was a plain looking man with rust colored hair and odd gray eyes. There was a sly set to his face that told the fact that he was morally corrupt and probably evolved in nefarious doings. In all, Bulma thought he looked like a weasel.

"He is the only person known to actually have met Saffron face to face. If anyone knows how to contact the slave trader it would be him." Bulma had tried numerous times unsuccessfully to first buy Trunks from the slaver king and then to set up a meeting. She had been blocked at every turn until she had no more choice. If she couldn't set up a meet, then she would go through someone who could.

"I don't know about this Bulma…" Delia looked at the computer screen uncertainly. She wanted to get Trunks back just as badly as Bulma, but their plan was risky at best.

"What choice to do we have?" Bulma snapped at her companion. Delia drew away and Bulma instantly softened her voice.

"Look, you agree that we have to get in to see Saffron, right?" At Delia's hesitant nod, she continued. "The only way we are going to be able to do that is through Gervais."

"But, I don't know if this is the best way to do that." Delia shuddered slightly and looked down at the floor.

"We both know that he isn't going to volunteer to take us to Saffron's hideout without some sort of persuasion. A man who has the trust of the biggest, baddest slaver in the universe isn't going to be swayed by waving a bunch of cash under his nose. We are going to have to give him something that he really wants." Bulma explained patiently, but she couldn't stop her muscles from tensing in frustration. Delia was a loyal friend, but she was so rabbity. Bulma felt like she had two different missions, find Trunks and teach Delia to tap her natural female confidence that was trapped inside of her waiting to burst out.

"I don't think I can do it." Delia admitted quietly, her shame at disappointing her mistress nearly overwhelming her.

"Can you administer the poison?" Bulma didn't wait for her reply before continuing. "Can you threaten a man's life? Let's face it Delia, I'm much more intimidating than you. That means you are going to have to lure him in."

Delia pressed her knees together as she shifted in her seat. She wanted desperately to please Bulma and do what she asked, but it had been such a long time since she had been anything other than a shy little mouse. Once long ago, back on her home planet she had been the belle of the ball, but that seemed like another life time. Did she even remember how to flirt? How to tempt a man?

"The sooner we do this, the sooner we can get back home to our men." Bulma prodded her, hoping that thoughts of Jarrell and Raditz would prompt her.

"The sooner we can die, you mean?" Delia raised her head, her violet eyes glittering with clarity. She was no fool. She knew that death only waited for her back on Capital World and she was no longer so sure that it didn't stalk Bulma as well.

It was Bulma's turn to shift in her seat as she looked away from her friend. She had yet to tell her companion of the bloody vision she had shared with Vegeta and she doubted she ever would. What she saw ripped at her heart like a serrated dagger. She was afraid to tap into the communications that were whizzing around the galaxies for fear of what she might hear. She didn't want to know what Vegeta was doing while she was away.

"Are you saying that you won't do it Delia? Did we do all this for nothing?" Bulma locked away her pain and pinned Delia to her seat with an icy glare. She had come this far. She had betrayed her heart and her lover, she would not leave empty handed.

Delia's usually soft mouth hardened into a determined line. Before Frieza she had been a beautiful, confident woman that could have any man she wanted and she would be one once again, if only to help her friend.

"I will do it." She vowed, her gaze never once breaking away from Bulma's.

The ping of the sonar advised the women that they had reached their goal, a planet by the name of Atha 12, deep within the Badlands. With identical sighs they turned away from each other and focused on the separate tasks they would each need to perform, all in the name of love.

A few hours later Delia found herself outside the most notorious nightclub in the badlands, Tortuga, otherwise known as Hell's Playground. The red glare of the neon light pulsed seductively and all around her Delia could hear insidious movement in the shadows. She dared not peer too closely for fear of what she might find.

She approached the ominous building and was surprised when the huge guard let her pass without comment his only fee was to let his eyes slide over her body. A gangly man behind her was not so lucky. A few steps inside of the doorway Delia paused, her hands absently tugging down the indecently short shirt that hugged her hips. A large alien shoved his way past her with an annoyed grunt and she quickly stepped to the side, placing her back to the wall while she scanned the smoky room.

The thudding of music pounded down on her from all sides, making her head ache with the pressure. The noise made it nearly impossible to carry on a conversation, but as Delia looked around she could see that talking wasn't why the patrons were there. Scantily clad waitress that doubled as club whores weaved in and out of the crowd, sometimes disappearing for minutes at a time as some alien pulled them into their lap for a quick fuck.

Couples writhed around her in the shadows, twisting their bodies into obscene patterns of lust. Others stood around waist high tables guzzling down various hued alcohols and indulging in hallucinatory opiates. She saw more than one person pass out in the middle of the floor in the few minutes that she stood there, only to watch as they were kicked or dragged up against a wall and out of the way.

Delia swallowed and tugged on her bodice to cover up more of her golden skin. She was dressed in a matching red skirt and top that was so tight that it looked like it was vacuum wrapped onto her body. She had pulled her long hair up into a pony tail on the top of her head, so that it hung down to her waist in a smooth glimmering waterfall. Her eyes were lined with knoll giving them a cattish tilt and her lips were painted bright crimson.

She clenched her fists at her sides as beads of cold sweat ran down her back. She tried to swallow, but her suddenly dry mouth couldn't form enough spit to get the job done. She desperately tried to remember what Bulma had told her before she left their hotel room.

"Head up, shoulders back. Walk like you have purpose and don't look anyone in the eyes. And for Kami's sake, don't scuttle around with you eyes glued to the floor. It makes you look like a victim." Bulma had directed like a drill sergeant.

Delia raised her chin and shoved her shoulders back, suddenly very aware how her breasts thrust out appealingly. She tightened her lips and stepped out into the writhing crowd that was gyrating to the music. She scanned the room with determination, slipping by people while looking for her intended target.

Out of nowhere she felt a large hand encircle her wrist and she was pulled off her three inch heels right into someone's lap.

"Hello pretty!" An excited voice chirped in her ear and Delia twisted her head to see the monstrous beast of a man who had her trapped.

"Please…" Delia began, but the man cut her off.

"Please? Why I sure will. I will please you all night long lovely." The man shifted her closer and began to fondle her breasts lewdly while his other hand tried to find its way under her skirt.

Delia wasn't quit sure what happened after that. All she saw was a haze of red. One minute she was in his lap and the next moment she was standing over him while his body contorted into a painful, twisted heap on the floor.

She held her ki wand out in front of her purposefully, the setting all the way to kill. She coolly scanned the other's who shared the table with the man who had assaulted her and they returned her look with innocent upraised hands, indicating that they wanted no trouble.

A burly guard, covered in thick brown fur, made his way over to them, his lips stretched back away from his fangs in a dangerous snarl.

"What the hell happen here?" He ground out while glaring down at the small woman.

Delia's jaw worked a few times, the urge to hunch her shoulders and mumble some excuse screaming down her spine. Instead she listened to the faint, almost forgotten voice deep inside her. Delia turned the bouncer, conveying as much false confidence as she could without upchucking what little dinner she had in her stomach and allowed a small smile to grace her beautiful lips. "I merely told the man that I did not wish to share his company. When he did not agree, I changed his mind for him."

The guard smirked and kicked the trash that was at his feet. "Right-O then missy. We'll just move him out of your way."

Delia blinked. That was it? No yelling, no hitting, no punishment? She had killed that man because he had tried to force himself on her. That was unacceptable wasn't it? For so long at had been anyone's right to use her body as they pleased, but suddenly she had a say in the matter. She could say no.

Delia nodded and turned away, the breath she hadn't been aware that she was holding, escaping silently past her lips. Her lavender eyes drifted down to her weapon. When the man had grabbed her, she could only think of one thing. Never again. She would never again be a victim when she had the power and strength to fight for her freedom. She was only as weak as she allowed herself to be. It was time for her to reach out and reclaim her dignity and honor.

She squared her shoulders with renewed determination. She had a mission to complete and she could not fail her friend now.

She moved towards the bar, relieved that no one else tried to snatch her off her feet. Her new found self assurance was fragile at best and she didn't need anymore challenges then necessary tonight. She waved down the bartender, ordering an Emelian Sunset, certain that it would calm her nerves. The woman raised her brow at Delia for ordering such a stiff drink, but she made it without comment. Delia threw the money down on the bar, snatching up the glass while turning to examine the ebb and flow of the people around her.

She took her first sip of the concoction and to her credit she didn't choke as it swathed a fiery path down her throat and into her stomach. She took a couple more swallows and soon she was feeling right as rain as her tense muscles began to relax. The thought of luring her prey back to her liar didn't sound as impossible as it had before.

Suddenly the man she was looking for appeared out of the crowd and stepped up to the bar next to her. Delia couldn't believe her dumb luck. She continued to stare out into the gyrating mass while she listened to him place his order. She hooked her heel back on the foot rail, extending her bent knee out and allowing her skirt to ride even higher up her pale thigh. She leaned her elbows back on the bar so her breasts nearly popped out of her bodice and she saw more than one male miss their step as they walked by.

For her final move she tossed her head, smirking with approval as her long hair slid off her shoulder and landed on his arm that was resting on the bar. She pretended not to notice her unruly tresses as she took a sip from her drink while watching the band up on stage.

She felt him wrap a hand around her silky hair and she almost laughed at the ease that he took the bait. No male could resist beautiful hair. He leaned over and she felt his hot breath on her bare shoulder as he whispered into her ear.

"You have gorgeous hair."

Delia took another drink before answering, her eyes never leaving the stage. It was show time. Her performance would make or break all their plans. They may never get a second chance and Bulma might lose her son forever. She took a deep breath before responding, allowing herself to think back to a time before she had been broken.

"Do you think so?"

The man seeing this as an invitation moved closer, his body heat seeping through his clothes. Delia had to resist the urge to shift away and only the monumental control of her body that she had developed over the years held her still.

"Yes, definitely."

Delia turned, allowing her breasts to brush against his chest while she placed her empty glass on the table. She was very glad that she had chosen a drink loaded with alcohol. It made her so much more uninhibited. She met his gray eyes with a challenging light and her lips curved into a welcoming smile.

"If you think my hair is gorgeous, you should see the rest of me."

Gervais' sly face turned lustful, but she could see a hint of unease in his eyes. He didn't completely trust her yet and she knew why. He was an average guy and she was well out of his league when it came down to looks. Why would such a beautiful woman welcome his advances? If he had any doubt to her intentions then he wouldn't leave the bar with her. Delia's palms began to sweat as she considered her new problem.

He cocked his head to the side, indicating a dark corner at the end of the bar. "Why don't we go over there and find out." He offered with a salacious grin.

Taking a huge risk, Delia scoffed and rolled her eyes at him in clear dismissal. She turned her back and smiled at the gentleman to her other side who returned her grin eagerly. She felt Gervais step out from the bar and she tensed with fear that he would stalk away, but instead he turned her to face him as she had hoped.

"What the fuck was that?" He sneered, his pride injured by her snub.

Delia tossed her hair and looked down at him. "I'm much too expensive for some mindless grope in the dark. If you can't afford me for all night then I would appreciate it if you let me find someone who can."

The suspicious glint in his eyes faded away as comprehension dawned on him. Of course she would flirt with him. She would flirt with anyone with enough creds.

"How much?" He asked slowly, uncertain if she was worth it.

Delia hesitated for a moment. She hadn't intended to pass herself off as a whore, so she had no price in mind. She had to pick an amount that wasn't out of Gervais' league, but at the same time made her sound alluringly expensive.

"Twenty thousand credits." She challenged as she ran her fingers through her long hair.

"What! For one night?" His shocked outraged almost made her change her mind, but then she saw the spark of interest in the back of his eyes. She could feel the lust ebbing off of him in waves and she almost choked on her laughter. This was too easy. She had almost forgotten what it was like to manipulate the male species to her advantage.

She leaned her body into his, allowing her breasts to press fully against his chest. She slid her hand up his thigh as she edged her lips close to his. She cupped his arousal through his pants while she purred against his lips.

"Trust me, doll. I'm worth every cent." She traced the outline of his lips with her tongue, before pushing her way inside his mouth. She closed her eyes while her tongue slid against his. She tried to imagine that she was kissing Raditz, but she couldn't escape the man's foul taste that nearly made her gag. She quickly pulled away and smiled wickedly up at him.

"Your place or mine?" He whispered huskily and Delia grinned in victory.

"Mine." She replied while she took him by the hand to lead him out of the smoke filled club.

Thank the gods that their hotel was only a short walk from the club, because Delia could barely stand Gervais' constant fondling. What was worse was that she had to pretend to enjoy it. After this she didn't think she would look at prostitute the same way. She couldn't imagine having to do this for a living. It was one thing to be Frieza's slave, it was quite another to willingly allow her body to be taken by any man with enough creds.

Finally they were outside her door and she tried desperately to open the lock while ignoring his roving hands that were finding their way under her bodice and up her skirt. She opened the door and they tumbled inside, Gervais laughing at their antics.

Delia kicked the door shut and pushed Gervais towards the bed that dominated the center of the room. He fell back onto it, grinning in delight. She snickered down at him as she straddled his waist, keeping him prone on the bed. He reached up to grab her breasts but she waylaid his hands, pinning them above his head while thrusting her chest into his lecherous face.

He took the proffered distraction easily and he began to root around between her breasts, grunting like a pig, never noticing as she cuffed his hands to the headboard. Once she was finished she sat up with a sigh and slid off of him disinterestedly. She sauntered casually over to an overstuffed chair that was in the corner, flopping down and kicking off her shoes to tuck her feet under her. She picked up her portable computer and began to type as though Gervais wasn't even in the room.

"Hey!" He called out angrily and tried to sit up only to realize belatedly that he was tied to the bed. "What the fuck?" He yanked on the offensive cuffs, testing his strength against cold steel.

His attention was torn away from Delia as the door to the adjoining room opened up to reveal Bulma. She was dressed in one of her blue business suites and had her trademark white lab coat draped over it. He instantly recognized her as a scientist and he began to sweat with unease. Doctors made him nervous. Behind her he could see a small lab kit set up on the dresser in the other room, the Bunsen burner still flaming under a boiling test tube. In her hands she carried a silver medical tray and when she set it on the nightstand he noticed that there were two syringes. One filled with clear liquid and the other one with a pale blue fluid.

"Who the fuck are you?" Gervais' panicked eyes darted around the room, dread multiplying in him ten fold.

Bulma ignored him as she rolled up his sleeve and swabbed an area at the crook of his elbow.

"Hey!" He bellowed and he began to buck around on the bed when he saw her grab the clear syringe. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" She planted her knee roughly in his armpit, pinching a nerve and nailing his arm to the bed. His questions went unanswered as Bulma plunged the needle into his arm, uncaring if she hurt him while she injected the fluid into his vein.

He felt the burn of the serum entering his body and a small prick of blood appeared as she withdrew the needle.

"Goddammit! What the fuck? Let me go right now you bitches! I'm going to fucking kill you!" He screamed at the top of his lungs as he glared murderously at the two viperous women who had him trapped in their lair. Bulma calmly put the needle back on the tray and looked him over.

"Capri Gervais." She stated coolly and her icy tones washed over him, dosing his anger while fanning his panic. He looked at her with wide eyes, his fear apparent in the whites of his eyes.

"What did you just do to me? When I get out of here you are seriously going to regret this!" He threatened, but fear urged his voice to an unmanly pitch.

"It is very important that you listen to me now. Are you listening?" She questioned quietly, the cadence of her voice threatening just by its sheer calmness. He nodded slowly and he watched as she destroyed his world with a few simple words. "I just injected you with the Plantankian Plague."

Gervais turned as white as the sheet he was laying on and his breathing stuttered to a stop before it jumpstarted into panicked pants. The Plantankian Plague was as deadly as it was painful. It ate its victims from the inside out, leaving them nothing but mindless writhing, living corpses of agony that begged to die.

"You're lying." He stuttered in denial.

Bulma gifted him with a condescending smile that chilled his blood. "I could be. Are you willing to take the risk?"

He struggled to reply, but his bravado was lost to his overwhelming panic. He keened a high pitched wail that emanated from the back of this throat and vibrated through his body. Delia looked up from her computer and frowned before going back to what she was doing. Bulma sighed and picked up the blue syringe.

"Are you listening to me Capri Gervais?"

Her softly spoken words pierced his panic and he looked over at her again. His eyes glittering with unshed tears followed the syringe as she waved it back and forth in front of him.

"I have the cure. But if you don't receive it in within twenty-four hours you will die." Bulma paused a moment catching his eyes with hers. "Do you understand what I am saying to you Gervais?"

He nodded slowly, never taking his eyes from hers. He swallowed convulsively and continued to listen to the woman that held his life in her hands.

"Good. This is how it's going to work. You are going to make a call for us and set up a meeting. Failure to do so will mean your death. I only have one dose of the antidote. If you disappoint us in anyway, we will destroy it. If you attack us, we will destroy it. Do you understand?"

He nodded again, tears running down his temples and into his short hair. Bulma sighed deeply.

"Do you understand? A verbal response is required."

Gervais swallowed before answering. "Yes, I understand." His voice was weak and broken and both the women resisted the urge to roll their eyes at the pathetic man before them. "Who do you want me to call?"

Delia stood up from her chair and walked over to the bed. She sat the lap top on his chest, facing her so she could type in the code he gave her.

"Saffron. Audio only."

Gervais choked on his tongue and his eyes darted from Delia's hard lavender gaze to Bulma's icy countenance. Bulma waved the syringe and Gervais cringed.

"Okay." The frightened man agreed certain that a death by Saffron's hand would be less painful than dying from the plague.