Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bend. I will not break. ❯ The hunt for blue onna 2. ( Chapter 27 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
BEND.WILL NOT BREAK.27 – THE HUNT FOR BLUE ONNA 2.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.A/N: -thought-"speech"-Planet Asorna-"Lord Frieza…"  a spiky haired man to his unsuspecting master."Who are you?that ugly monkey mask off!own body is much more flattering.trust you have good news for me."  The lord looked at the man before him that was sporting a new saiyan shell."We have the girl… but it was at a great cost…"  Ginyu confirmed to his lord."Ginyu, I care not for you losses!her to me!is all."  Frieza exclaimed disinterested in anything other than obtaining his prize and with his final order given he cut the feed.
Ginyu scowled as he looked down at the unconscious woman.he could think about was the trouble she had caused and the members of his crew she had killed.all but one the Elites of the saiyan army that accompanied her abandoned her at first sign of trouble.  
"Burter…"had slain as her grabbed her from behind to put the inhibitors and ki restraints on her.unseen force reached into his body and pulled his innards out through his mouth.body twitched stiffly for minutes afterward.was dead; his body just didn't know it yet.
"Guldo…"slammed his into a rock face with a ki blast and as she had him stunned she used her mental powers to twist each one of his bone inside his flesh.worst part about Guldo's death was that every time he screamed his lungs empty of air time stopped and his agony lasted that much longer.punishment he was dealt was far worse than anyone for his, to him, stretched on for eternity.
"Recoome…"at least caused her some grief.blinded he matched her blow for blow.almost had her and then that crooked smile of hers told of the horrors to come.told him 'It feels like coming home.' and then he burst like a puss filled pimple.only way Ginyu managed to take her out was by using the body of one of her men.caught her off guard.it weren't for that, they would all most likely be dead."Jeice, take the girl and my body to the ship and prepare to leave!" The captain ordered to his only remaining subordinate over the scouter."Aye, Cap'n." Jeice called to his leader and hefted Bulma up on his shoulder and he drug the saiyan in Ginyu’s body behind him.The captain didn't know if he liked this new body of not so he decided to keep his old one with it new occupant around for a while just in case.“Nah, the tail thing doesn't work for me!  The sooner I get out of this body the better.  Unfortunately, He’ll have to wake up first.”  Ginyu said as he appraised his new form and input the coordinates to Planet Tundra.

-King Vegeta’s Flagship-
King Vegeta and his son stood watching the feed play over the view screen in the throne room of the Asorna mission.  It was confirmed that it was a failure.  It appeared that all were dead save for Bulma and Goku.
*FLASHBACK*
Half a day had passed as Vegeta had become anxious due to lack of word from Bulma or her team.  “They should have finished the mission hours ago.”  He felt it in the pit of his stomach.  Something was wrong.
*END FLASHBACK*

“I’m going after her!”  Vegeta shot out and briskly walked to the throne room doubled doors.
“You will remain here!  Even if I would allow you to leave you wouldn’t know where to find her!”  The king bellowed as he forbade his son yet again.
“Sire? There a transmission from the Gyoza.”  A semi-frightened soldier informed his king.
“Patch it through.” King Vegeta said in a aggravated tone with residual anger lacing his voice.
ChiChi appeared before the two Vegeta’s.  She had received the king’s direct line of transmission from her Goku for emergencies only. “My mate is missing and I need help to retrieve him.”
“Woman, we have no way of determining his location or even if he is in fact still alive…”  The king said dismissingly before Chi bravely cut him off.
“I KNOW WHERE HE IS… I just need help getting him back!”  She was getting impatient and shouted her displeasure at his dismissal.
“HOW?!”  Vegeta cut in before his father could let loose on the princess and drowned out his chance on finding out his answers.
“HELLO!  I’m his bonded mate! That and I implanted him with a tracking device.”  She finished smugly.
“Woman, give met you coordinates and I’ll be there with more than you’ll need!”  He had the means to reclaim her and now he knew where to look.
-Troop Carrier Vessel 214C-
Bulma was awake and alert when Jeice came to her holding cell. “Ya know?  It really is too bad that Lord Frieza says you’re off limits.  A fine sparky thing like you would be fun to have a go with.”  The albino haired man said lustfully as he soaked her in him his hungry eyes.
“Sorry to disappoint, but you’re not my type.”  Bulma said as she gave him the ‘brush off’.
He placed both of his palms against the wall on either side of her.  His face was inches from hers.  Still she didn’t flinch.  “And why is that?”  He asked as he was debating on testing waters further.
“I’m not into girls.”  She said mirthlessly.  She raised her ki enough to effectively slice through his hair, bobbing it in the back.  She fell to the floor.  She was completely drained of her energy.  She knew she could muster enough ki to kill him or even injured him critically.  There was one place he could be hit that would wound him deeply enough that he would wish he were dead, his vanity.  That was the next best thing and would have to do.
Jeice let out a high pitched squeal as his hair fanned around his feat like drifts of snow. “Bitch! You’re gonna pay for that!”  
He kicked her already prone form in the stomach ruthlessly. Between her coughs, grunts and wheezes her laughter was fervent.  This enraged Jeice all the more.
“Jeice!”  Ginyu screamed from Goku’s body. “Leave! Now!”
“But, Cap’n she cut my…”  Jeice whined.
“It’s an improvement! Now get the fuck out!”  The body snatcher shouted to the hair amputee as he pointed to the exit.
Bulma was curled into a fetal ball on the cell floor.  She still laughed in between coughs and bloody spits. The bastard had it coming.  He was quite lucky his hair was all he lost.
“I see you’ve noticed you can’t use your ki… we’ll you can but it doesn’t do you any good.  Just like that freaky invisible shit you do.”  He shook off a chill at the thought.  “You new adornments help us bit curbing you or otherwise impairing your escape.”  He smiled down at the brutalized woman.  The adornments he referred to were none other than the ki restraints around her wrists and ankles; and the inhibitor pads placed over each temple to keep her mental powers in check.
Bulma finally calmed her breaths enough to look up and was shocked at what she saw.  This she knew was not her friend.  This was not Kakarott.


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