Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bend. I will not break. ❯ Pan fried? ( Chapter 14 )
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By: lexylou 
A ship arrived on the planet were Bulma is marooned. Kakarott gets held captive by a princess.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.09.2011 | Updated On: 06.17.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 324 | Status: Work In Progress
A ship arrived on the planet were Bulma is marooned. Kakarott gets held captive by a princess.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.09.2011 | Updated On: 06.17.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 324 | Status: Work In Progress
BEND. I WILL NOT BREAK. CHAPTER 14 – PAN FRIED?
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL/Z/GT.ALL CHARACTERS ARE A PRODUCT OF AKIRA TORIYAMA.This story may contain Nudity, Sexual Themes, Violence/Gore, Strong Language, Ideologically Sensitive.
-The Gyôza on approach to Planet Mori-
A woman stood on the bridge of her ship, The Gyôza. Her chocolate brown eyes were staring at the planet on view screen. “How long is it until we land?” She asked to her subordinate expecting him to answer immediately. She was a princess after all.
“Twenty-Five minutes your majesty.” The underling replied.
“Excellent.” She said swinging her long raven hair over her shoulder.
Planet Mori was their hide out. It had some sort of mineral in its soil that made it near impossible for it to show up on a long range astrological scan. It also orbited a large long dead planet that also gave it cover as well as eighteen hours of night and fourteen hours of day, a total of 32 hour days. The planet’s surface was covered in trees with a rare patch of open terrain here and there, one such patch where they would land the ship.
*LANDING IN FIVE MINUTES, MISTRESS.* The ship’s computer announced.
-Bulma, UNKNOWN Planet-
Bulma and Kakarott looked to the sky as their hunt was interrupted by a deafening roar from above. Bulma’s eye got wide as saucers. “A ship!” She said in shock.
“That’s right, Bulma. It is a ship.” Kakarott chided her like a little brother. Bulma took her eye off of the ship briefly to narrow her eyes at the saiyan and purse her lips.
“Baka! Don’t you think we have more important things to worry about right now instead of making fun of me?” Bulma scolded the younger man and then took off in the direction of the landing ship.
“Hey! Bulma! I’m sorry, okay!” Kakarott said as he followed after her through the dense forest.
-Frieza’s Throne Room-
A pale creature was seated in darkness pondering. His chin rested in his palm and the attached elbow sat on the armrest of his hove chair. What had become of one his most prized possessions, a woman, his pet, Bulma? He was as distraught as a child loosing its most favored toy. He missed her, his deadly little angel of destruction. Never did he think for a moment that she would be beyond his grasp. Now, here he sat without his pet as well as her handler. “Zarbon.” He spoke in hushed tones. His betrayal was unforeseen. “How could you betray me, master of the known universe and think to get away with it!” His voice screeched several octaves, cursing Zarbon’s name as he stepped down from his chair and then launching it through the opposite wall thus causing the ship to vibrate with the blow. He stood there with his chest heaving in and out in angry breaths.
The emperor had calmer by the time the face of his spiky headed little monkey minion graced the view screen. “You wished to speak with me, Lord Frieza.” Vegeta stated as if to remind the pasty being he had been sent a message to contact his master as soon as the purge of planet Masone was completed.
“Yes, Vegeta.” He said as if he were still wrapped in his previous thoughts for a moment before focusing his full attention to the man on the view screen. “I have another mission for you. I want you and a few others of my choosing to purge planet Qua. I know it has been purged before, but the new owners have yet paid up so I’m sending the erada… I mean eviction crew. I have already had the mission specs uploaded to your pod’s onboard computer.” The lord released a bored sigh. “That is all.” The screen went dark as Vegeta turned off his end of the video conference. “She will be mine again!” The evil lord screamed.
-Vegeta, Planet Masone-
Vegeta sat in front of his blacked view screen for what seemed like hours, yet in reality was only minutes, before plugging in his new missions coordinates and initiating launch sequence. Since she left him he had taken mission after mission back to back without any furlow. He was desperate to occupy his time to take his mind off of her… He was certain that he was slowly beginning to lose his mind. All of the pleasant memories were now evil shadows that tormented him. In a way you could say that he had begun to resent her for the pain her absence caused him. Pain of body from battle or in worse cases torture he could handle. Pain of the mind he had the mental strength to endure, but the pain of the heart was a new and horrible torment that boiled and festered in his blood. He had convinced himself that everything they had was an illusion, a deceitful lie. He could picture her off somewhere deep in space in the arms of her lover laughing it up about how weak and pathetic the Prince of Saiyans was. He debated on telling Frieza everything he knew about Bulma and her plans to bring him down. Of course the monster would track his bitch down and kill her for her treachery. Vegeta decided against it because he hated the lizard too much to do anything he didn’t have to help the bastard. If anyone were to kill Bulma it would be him, but he didn’t know if he would kill her. Could he kill her? No. He couldn’t, but he wouldn’t let anyone else kill her either. He did the only thing he could do… He gave up on his own search for her. When Frieza had him of his personal searches for the blue haired woman he did the minimum to make it look like he was doing the job. He would never find her. With that he put all thoughts of here out of his mind. He closed his eyes and sighed as he lent his head against the seat of his pod and let the gas take him into darkness.
-The Gyôza, Planet Mori-
A woman wearing black body suit with a blue vest walked up to her princess with digital tablet in hand. “Milady all preparations have been made for your departure of the ship. All orders have been given to unload our cargo and restock the ships supplies. The engineers are conducting their post landing inspections. They will conduct the pre take off inspections will be conducted the night before departure and refueling will commence the morning before takeoff.” The woman finished before flicking her blonde hair behind her ear.
“Thank you, 18. As always you are on top of everything.” ChiChi said to her assistant and body guard. 18 wasn’t much of a conversationalist, but she excelled and was more than proficient in everything else. She took her work seriously and her first priority was the princess and thus everything that affected the princess had become a well oiled machine timed by her watch. “Shall we?” The princess said motioning to her assistant to accompany her departure.
Bulma and Kakarott observed the ship from the wood line. They had landed their ship in a small clearing. Outside the ship there were few dozen guards stationed and roving around the ship to secure the perimeter. There was movement on the ramp and Kakarott was the first to notice. He took in a deep breath and flared his nostrils.
Bulma heard the commotion to her side and looked over to see the saiyan next to her behaving oddly. She watched as he panted and swallowed deeply. His tail went ridged and then he took off toward the ship. “Kakarott! Get back here!” She yelled knowing he could hear her, but the soldiers could not.
Kakarott ran up to Princess ChiChi avoiding the guards and 18. He face-planted himself at her feet and sniffed up her body taking in her scent until he was standing before her. ChiChi gasped as he took her in his arms and wrapped his tail around her possessively. She was speechless and paralyzed with fear in his embrace. He opened his mouth slightly baring his canines to her neck, but before he could move in to claim her 18 chopped him in the back of his neck rendering him unconscious.
“18, can you get him off me, please!” ChiChi rasped under the dead weight of the downed saiyan.
–Oh no! He’s in rut!- Bulma thought. She wouldn’t have known because she was the only female on this planet until the ships arrival and she was already claimed. She figured Kakarott went for the dark haired girl out of a primal instinct. The girl’s dark hair and eye making her resemble a saiyan female didn’t help either. –Damn it! How the hell am I going to get him out of this mess and us off this rock! Damn it, Kakarott! You really screwed the pooch this time!- She watched as they drug an unconscious Kakarott into the ship. –Well, almost, anyway. Damn, Damn, Damn!-
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL/Z/GT.ALL CHARACTERS ARE A PRODUCT OF AKIRA TORIYAMA.This story may contain Nudity, Sexual Themes, Violence/Gore, Strong Language, Ideologically Sensitive.
-The Gyôza on approach to Planet Mori-
A woman stood on the bridge of her ship, The Gyôza. Her chocolate brown eyes were staring at the planet on view screen. “How long is it until we land?” She asked to her subordinate expecting him to answer immediately. She was a princess after all.
“Twenty-Five minutes your majesty.” The underling replied.
“Excellent.” She said swinging her long raven hair over her shoulder.
Planet Mori was their hide out. It had some sort of mineral in its soil that made it near impossible for it to show up on a long range astrological scan. It also orbited a large long dead planet that also gave it cover as well as eighteen hours of night and fourteen hours of day, a total of 32 hour days. The planet’s surface was covered in trees with a rare patch of open terrain here and there, one such patch where they would land the ship.
*LANDING IN FIVE MINUTES, MISTRESS.* The ship’s computer announced.
-Bulma, UNKNOWN Planet-
Bulma and Kakarott looked to the sky as their hunt was interrupted by a deafening roar from above. Bulma’s eye got wide as saucers. “A ship!” She said in shock.
“That’s right, Bulma. It is a ship.” Kakarott chided her like a little brother. Bulma took her eye off of the ship briefly to narrow her eyes at the saiyan and purse her lips.
“Baka! Don’t you think we have more important things to worry about right now instead of making fun of me?” Bulma scolded the younger man and then took off in the direction of the landing ship.
“Hey! Bulma! I’m sorry, okay!” Kakarott said as he followed after her through the dense forest.
-Frieza’s Throne Room-
A pale creature was seated in darkness pondering. His chin rested in his palm and the attached elbow sat on the armrest of his hove chair. What had become of one his most prized possessions, a woman, his pet, Bulma? He was as distraught as a child loosing its most favored toy. He missed her, his deadly little angel of destruction. Never did he think for a moment that she would be beyond his grasp. Now, here he sat without his pet as well as her handler. “Zarbon.” He spoke in hushed tones. His betrayal was unforeseen. “How could you betray me, master of the known universe and think to get away with it!” His voice screeched several octaves, cursing Zarbon’s name as he stepped down from his chair and then launching it through the opposite wall thus causing the ship to vibrate with the blow. He stood there with his chest heaving in and out in angry breaths.
The emperor had calmer by the time the face of his spiky headed little monkey minion graced the view screen. “You wished to speak with me, Lord Frieza.” Vegeta stated as if to remind the pasty being he had been sent a message to contact his master as soon as the purge of planet Masone was completed.
“Yes, Vegeta.” He said as if he were still wrapped in his previous thoughts for a moment before focusing his full attention to the man on the view screen. “I have another mission for you. I want you and a few others of my choosing to purge planet Qua. I know it has been purged before, but the new owners have yet paid up so I’m sending the erada… I mean eviction crew. I have already had the mission specs uploaded to your pod’s onboard computer.” The lord released a bored sigh. “That is all.” The screen went dark as Vegeta turned off his end of the video conference. “She will be mine again!” The evil lord screamed.
-Vegeta, Planet Masone-
Vegeta sat in front of his blacked view screen for what seemed like hours, yet in reality was only minutes, before plugging in his new missions coordinates and initiating launch sequence. Since she left him he had taken mission after mission back to back without any furlow. He was desperate to occupy his time to take his mind off of her… He was certain that he was slowly beginning to lose his mind. All of the pleasant memories were now evil shadows that tormented him. In a way you could say that he had begun to resent her for the pain her absence caused him. Pain of body from battle or in worse cases torture he could handle. Pain of the mind he had the mental strength to endure, but the pain of the heart was a new and horrible torment that boiled and festered in his blood. He had convinced himself that everything they had was an illusion, a deceitful lie. He could picture her off somewhere deep in space in the arms of her lover laughing it up about how weak and pathetic the Prince of Saiyans was. He debated on telling Frieza everything he knew about Bulma and her plans to bring him down. Of course the monster would track his bitch down and kill her for her treachery. Vegeta decided against it because he hated the lizard too much to do anything he didn’t have to help the bastard. If anyone were to kill Bulma it would be him, but he didn’t know if he would kill her. Could he kill her? No. He couldn’t, but he wouldn’t let anyone else kill her either. He did the only thing he could do… He gave up on his own search for her. When Frieza had him of his personal searches for the blue haired woman he did the minimum to make it look like he was doing the job. He would never find her. With that he put all thoughts of here out of his mind. He closed his eyes and sighed as he lent his head against the seat of his pod and let the gas take him into darkness.
-The Gyôza, Planet Mori-
A woman wearing black body suit with a blue vest walked up to her princess with digital tablet in hand. “Milady all preparations have been made for your departure of the ship. All orders have been given to unload our cargo and restock the ships supplies. The engineers are conducting their post landing inspections. They will conduct the pre take off inspections will be conducted the night before departure and refueling will commence the morning before takeoff.” The woman finished before flicking her blonde hair behind her ear.
“Thank you, 18. As always you are on top of everything.” ChiChi said to her assistant and body guard. 18 wasn’t much of a conversationalist, but she excelled and was more than proficient in everything else. She took her work seriously and her first priority was the princess and thus everything that affected the princess had become a well oiled machine timed by her watch. “Shall we?” The princess said motioning to her assistant to accompany her departure.
Bulma and Kakarott observed the ship from the wood line. They had landed their ship in a small clearing. Outside the ship there were few dozen guards stationed and roving around the ship to secure the perimeter. There was movement on the ramp and Kakarott was the first to notice. He took in a deep breath and flared his nostrils.
Bulma heard the commotion to her side and looked over to see the saiyan next to her behaving oddly. She watched as he panted and swallowed deeply. His tail went ridged and then he took off toward the ship. “Kakarott! Get back here!” She yelled knowing he could hear her, but the soldiers could not.
Kakarott ran up to Princess ChiChi avoiding the guards and 18. He face-planted himself at her feet and sniffed up her body taking in her scent until he was standing before her. ChiChi gasped as he took her in his arms and wrapped his tail around her possessively. She was speechless and paralyzed with fear in his embrace. He opened his mouth slightly baring his canines to her neck, but before he could move in to claim her 18 chopped him in the back of his neck rendering him unconscious.
“18, can you get him off me, please!” ChiChi rasped under the dead weight of the downed saiyan.
–Oh no! He’s in rut!- Bulma thought. She wouldn’t have known because she was the only female on this planet until the ships arrival and she was already claimed. She figured Kakarott went for the dark haired girl out of a primal instinct. The girl’s dark hair and eye making her resemble a saiyan female didn’t help either. –Damn it! How the hell am I going to get him out of this mess and us off this rock! Damn it, Kakarott! You really screwed the pooch this time!- She watched as they drug an unconscious Kakarott into the ship. –Well, almost, anyway. Damn, Damn, Damn!-
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