Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bend. I will not break. ❯ Darkest. ( Chapter 28 )

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BEND. I WILL NOT BREAK. CHAPTER 28 – DARKEST

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"


-The Kuroi Naiya-

Vegeta stood upon the bridge of the Kuroi Naiya, her ship. He thought that it would be fitting that woman's battleship be used in battle. He contacted Princess ChiChi on her mobilization statuses and asked that she contact all other planet alliances and put them on alert for the upcoming war. This all out battle was months in the making and he wondered to himself if it would be enough. Vegeta trained day and night in the gravity simulator that the onna, his onna had made. He would get stronger. He would defeat Frieza.

He knew the great white lizard wouldn't kill her, but his fear was what he didn't know that he would do to her. He knew that the lizard was partial to the male gender, but he also knew that on occasion had been know to take a woman in anger as a form of punishment. He derived pleasure not from the sexual act itself, but from the pain and suffering that it caused.

He shook his head at the thought. His rage drove him into frenzy to train harder than before. She was strong. She would fight. She would survive.


-Troop Carrier Vessel 214C-

It had been almost a week since her capture and she had yet to see hide or hair of Jeice or the new face of Ginyu. Something was up or at least that is what Bulma's gut feeling told her. The only kind of interaction she got during her stay was twice a day; someone would drop food off at her cell in the morning and in the evening they would retrieve her tray. The first two days she watched everyone's comings and goings. Everything seemed to be on a set schedule. The third day she was getting bored so she chose to pick a little fun. The lowly gruel server must have gotten complacent and forgotten who she was. He reached his hand to far in to give her he days rations. She pinned his arm against the bars and bit off two of his fingers before he was able to wriggle away. The ear piercing screams echoed through the ship and all Ginyu did was order that the idiot be taken to the medical wing and that Bulma be deprived of her rations until further notice. She spat the fingers into the face of one of the guards as they carried the wailing man away.

"She's a MONSTER! A MONSTER I TELL YOU!" The de-fingered man exclaimed in panic.

She smiled in grim satisfaction. –That's right, a monster. The monster that your master made.-


DAYS LATER…

Ginyu and two guards came in to fetch her. She was to be taken to the med bay and then be placed into a regen tank. –Oh, we wouldn't want Frieza to find out what had happened to his precious pet. Don't make me vomit.-
She was weak so the two guards drug her to the mad bay. They pulled her through the door and she saw that one of the regen tanks were already occupied with Ginyu's old body.

"Captain Ginyu, your body will be ready soon… perhaps even before we arrive on planet Tundra tomorrow." The med technician relayed his latest information before being prompted.

As she listened to their conversation other med techs undressed her and rinsed her of all the crusted blood and dried gored. A regen tank was prepped for her use. -So, we'll be on Tundra tomorrow. What horrors await me?- She cleared her mind as she entered the regen tank. She didn't want that disgusting lizard to be her last thought before she slipped into dreamless oblivion. –Vegeta… Our revenge is upon us. Don't you dare let me down.-


-The Gy?za-

"Your highness, planet Osiria, estimated time of arrival, 13.85 minutes. Melowsh, Lady Bulma's steward, has informed me that the prince has already arrived a couple days ahead." Eighteen informed her princess.

"Upon landing on Osiria, give the order to disembark. Have the ship restocked and refueled. Tell the Armor and weapon smiths that they are to report to Melowsh and have the ships weaponry and shields upgraded. Also, put out that sloth will not be permitted and punishments will be severe. We are going to war and it's time to put noses to the grindstone. Inform the crew that issuing the death penalty is not beneath me and that deserters and cowards will be killed." ChiChi stood at her throne room window looking out at the simulated black hole that they were fast approaching. She looked into its deep dark pit and was reminded of how she felt since losing Goku. She noticed that Eighteen still stood behind her as if debating on whether or not to say something. "That is all, Eighteen. I would like to be alone now." She whispered into the starlight blackened void.

"As you wish, princess." Eighteen said as she quietly slipped out the doors. She had been amazed at how her princess had maintained her legions and held herself together even though she was going through this difficult time. Eighteen was told by ChiChi that it was senseless to go to pieces in a time like this and that it wouldn't help her husband, her mate, to cry her eyes out. She said to Eighteen that she would be strong, if not for herself then, for him. She admired her lady and she had no doubt that she would see him again.


-Planet Osiria-

Vegeta had spent every moment that he could spare that wasn't used otherwise for training, with Melowsh. He wanted to make sure that all the preparations for the upcoming galactic battle were completed. His battle strategy and plans of attack were already saved to the encrypted mainframe of the Kuroi Naiya to be unloaded to all of the fleet's ships.

"Prince Vegeta. Her majesty Princess ChiChi is on approach and will be landing shortly. Should I tell her anything for you? Your orders, sir?" Melowsh said with authority as he informed the prince.

"I have none other than for you to bring her up to speed. I'll be training. Disturb me only if there is an emergency." Vegeta's eyes narrow dangerously to make his point clear.

"Yes, sir." Melowsh replied as he went to the docking port to receive ChiChi and her entourage.


-Planet Tundra-

Bulma could here muffled voices through her groggy semi-consciousness. Her blurry eyes clamped shut after briefly opening themselves to the blinding white light. Her dulled sense of smell could just vaguely make out the sterile smells of the med bay. –Wait. Med bay? How did…-

The last thing that Bulma could remember was exiting the regen tank and then rinsing her body of the chemicals she had been immersed in. After she was clothed she was sedated unexpectedly and from there she remembered being lead down the ramp before slumping to the floor, from there it was darkness.

-Why am I here? I don't feel any pain.- She lye the on her back unable to move a muscle and barely conscious. "Is the procedure complete?" She heard a familiar feminine voice speak as she felt a gentle caress along her cheek.

She looked up to see a fuzzy white and purple blob that looked to be smiling at her. –What is this? Where am I?- Her mind began to race with panic.

"It is almost done, sire. Once the procedure is complete she will need to remain in suspended stasis in one of the regen tanks for about a week to make sure that the procedure is a successful take." The doctor tech informed his lord.

"Doctor, she's waking." The tech announced with fear.

"Give her a double dose of sedative." The doctor told the tech. Bulma's mind began to swim on the edge of blackness. "All finished, Lord Frieza." The doctor confirmed.

-Frieza!- Was Bulma's last panicked thought before she was drug into the black abyss of sleep.


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