Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Breathe Today, Tomorrow Unknown ❯ Elevator Music Sucks ( Chapter 14 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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A loud creek filled the air as the door slowly opened. I knew my eyes were wide, but there was no way I could suppress them. Sure, Planet Vegeta was scary, but this was a whole new territory that I was entering; a second Hell, if you would. Quickly taking my hand, I made my way to find Goku's, gripping tighter as the door fully opened.

The person standing before us wasn't anything like I expected. I was thinking it would be some grungy looking human, but instead he was very clean cut, dressed in a white tux and gold jewelry draping around his neck and arms. He had piercings in both of his ears, just at the lobes. If anything, he seemed like your average, wealthy man.

"Can I help you?" The jeweled man calmly spoke, not at all seeming interested in us. I was surprised by how relaxed he seemed. I was expecting at least some raspy voice, something similar to Vegeta's; along with his sinister attitude, but instead I found my ears listening to a smooth, uninterested inquisitor. If we were meeting in any other circumstance, I could never peg this man to be as horrible of a person that I already knew he was. I could see how Human Trafficking succeeded, as terrible as that sounded. They looked so normal. I knew now that I had to suspect everyone. I would never be safe here by myself.

"Unless you want your family taken to Planet Vegeta, then yes, you can." Goku spoke firmly as his demeanor changed into straight dominance towards the man. As soon as he realized who he was, the fancily clad man's attitude changed almost immediately. Bowing his head and stepping aside to make room for us to walk through, Goku looked down at me as I looked up at him. His face was stern, but his eyes were kind. I knew to stay close.

"My apologies, I was unaware of a visit from your might race this week. Usually we are given more time to-" The man quickly stopped talking as Goku began his own sentence.

"You should always be prepared for our visits." We stopped, waiting for the man to catch up. Remembering Goku say that he had never had to come into the buildings, I realized that he didn't know where to go. Looks like the man would be hanging around us a lot more to guide us through.

"Yes, I'm so sorry." It was obvious that he was trying to keep his cool. He walked up to us, standing diagonally in front, avoiding being directly centered, facing Goku. His eyes then darted to me. Looking me up and down. "Is that one of ours? Did she escape?!" The man seemed to be in shock as he obviously knew that I was in slave clothes.

I felt my hand become cold as a wind passed me, forcing me to shut my eyes. Within a second I opened them once more to the world, seeing that Goku was no longer holding my hand. Instead, his hand found the man's throat. "Don't you ever talk about her that way!" He yelled at the man, holding him with ease, not even close to breaking any sort of sweat.

"I'm sorry," The man was able to speak as the Saiyan applied pressure to his windpipe. "It's just, she's in slave clothing. I just assumed."

"And look where assuming got you." He let go of the man, watching him fall to the floor. It was at that moment that I heard doors open from beside me.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?!" A group of men yelled as they burst into the hallway that we resided in. I felt someone behind me grab my arms, forcing me to the floor.

"Goku!" I managed to scream before I made contact with the ground. I began to panic, I was scared. The last time my hands were restrained behind me was when Vegeta had raped me. My eyes began to water as I grew unstable.

"No, stop!" The man that had let us into the building tried to warn his men. It wasn't long until Goku removed the man from on top of me by throwing him against a wall, picking me up in his arms in the process. "He's a Saiyan! Stop!"

All of the men seemed to freeze as they realized that the man holding me was, in fact, a Saiyan. They looked at each other before bringing their sights back on Goku.

"His face is not familiar." One of the men boldly spoke on behalf of everyone in the room. It was apparent that he wasn't saying that out of defiance, but as reasoning for why they acted as they did. They had only ever seen select Saiyans, so seeing a new one apparently threw them off. I couldn't imagine how, they were all built like Gods compared to human structure.

Bringing my hand up, I cleared my eyes of the tears that had welled up, making my vision a bit clearer. It bothered me how much Vegeta still controlled my emotions. Looking up at Goku, I saw him looking back down at me. His eyes were angry, but I knew that the anger wasn't directed at me. I wasn't sure what he was about to do, but I could see him devising a plan in his mind to kill every single person in this hallway.

Gripping the arms that held me, I smiled a small smile up at Goku, signalling to place me back on the floor. As my feet met with the wood underneith me, I tried my best to defuse the situation that had just taken place. I knew Goku was about to explode, and even though all of these people deserved to die, we still needed something from them. If being on Planet Vegeta taught me anything, it was how to be calm under circumstances such as this. Putting my emotions aside, I looked at the man who had initially let us in.

"It is rude to not introduce yourself." I forced a smile his way, "This is Goku and I am Bulma. Who are you?" I tried to sound as formal and confident as I could. Thankfully I had years of practice pushing my emotions aside to put on a front. As soon as stood up straight, my tears that had previously formed had vanished. It was sad that this was second nature, being numb, but right now it was beneficial.

Looking strangely at me, the man began to speak, "I am Derek." I could see the lump in his throat as he swallowed hard. "How can I be of service to you today?" I was happy that he was on board with putting this whole thing aside and focusing on just getting us the hell out of here.

"Well Derek, we're taking all of your currency." Goku was quick and straight to the point. Looking up over my shoulder at him, I could see that his angry level had subsided a bit. It was still there, but not as prominent as it previously was. "And if one of you place one more hand on my woman, I will be sure the last thing you feel is me stomping on your face, crushing your skull beneath my shoe." I smiled as he claimed me in front of everyone. I had never been proudly shown off before, this was a nice feeling; horrible situation to be in, but a wonder feeling still.

Derek's eyes grew wide at what Goku had just requested. "But Sir," He tried to come up with something to say, but it was obvious that he knew he couldn't refuse us. Nodding his head slowly, he looked at the ground, "Very well. Come this way. The rest of you are dismissed." He spoke to the others in the hallway as he ushered us to an elevator.

"Good. Oh, and also," Goku interrupted the human men who were about to leave, making them stop in their tracks and look at him. "This meeting we are having is to be kept private under the King's orders. If you mention this to anyone, I will have you killed and your family slaves to the Saiyan Race. Now, you may all leave." At the last word of his sentence, he walked into the elevator where Derek awaited us. Following him in, you could cut the tension between the two with a knife. I took a deep breath as the elevator door closed.

I watched Derek press a button in the periphery of my vision, feeling too awkward to look at what exactly he was doing. As the elevator descended, I was relieved when we had come to a stop. I hated the feeling of elevators moving. The only one I had found acceptable was the one that lead to the Grand Room.

When the door opened, my nose cringed as I smelled the nastiest scent I had ever encountered. "What is that?" I managed to get out as I plugged my nose.

"Blood." Goku answered, as if he knew Derek wouldn't tell me what that scent was.

"Blood from what?" I was scared to know the answer, but I had to ask.

"Humans. Lots of humans." His answer made me more alert of my surroundings. Sure, I had smelled blood before from Vegeta's room, but it was never this strong.

"Follow me." Derek left the elevator first, leading us down a long, bright white hallway with bright lights shining above us. Rows of doors with small windows started at a fourth way down the hallway. I couldn't imagine how the smell of blood was this strong when the surroundings seemed so clean. It only proved that I couldn't trust anything. If I wasn't smelling this giant odor of blood, I wouldn't have guessed that this was a hallway of evils; just like when I met Derek moments ago. Optical illusions were everywhere, I had to stay on guard.

"Make this quick." Goku spoke firmly as we started to follow Derek down the hallway. As we approached the rows of doors on both sides of the hallway, I was curious as to what was in them. I regret that my curiosity got the best of me.

Looking in the window, I froze. The hallway was clean as can be, but beyond the doors of the hallway were stone walls, dark but light enough to show the walls covered with blood. It was a horror scene behind those doors. I walked closer, having to see if my eyes were really seeing what they were. Looking in the window, I could see hand prints of blood on the wall, dragging down to the floor. Dried puddles of blood caked the cement floor. I couldn't understand how I was seeing all of this. As I was lost in thought, my eyes saw something move from the dark corners of the room. Continuing to look, my eyes grew wide as I saw a human girl run up to the window, banging on it. I couldn't hear her, but by reading her lips, I knew she was asking, no, begging for my help. Again, I was frozen. As I stared at this girl, I couldn't help but feel tears roll down my cheeks. Her entire body was covered in bruises and open wounds. Did all of that blood belong to her?

I began to study her face. She had blue eyes like me, but beyond just the color, I could see she no longer had a soul. She was broken. I couldn't blame her, I would be if I were in those conditions, too. I always thought being a slave on Planet Vegeta was bad, but at least I had my own room with my own bed, bathroom, closet, running water, and food. She had a prison cell. I was able to leave my room daily; this girl was stuck to live in her own filth, not knowing her fate.

By the roots of her hair, I could tell that she was a blonde, but the dried blood and dirt dyed it brown. It was tangled and in a mess. I never knew that owning a brush and having the luxury to shower was so hard to come by. Me as a slave, I got my own shower whenever I wanted. Her as a slave, she didn't. I couldn't believe I was comparing slavery, but this girls' slavery was a million times worse than mine. Here we both stood in front of each other, just blocked off by a door, staring in each others lives. She didn't know my life, but because I was on this side of the door, I knew she envied my life. All of my hardships didn't matter, because at the end of the day, I was in fact on this side. Both of us living creature, breathing in and out. Today we were both alive and I knew I'd be alive tomorrow, but by the conditions this girl was in, she most likely wouldn't be. If she would breath tomorrow, it seemed like it would be a curse. I wouldn't wish this on anyone. I found myself wishing death upon this girl. Not because I hated her, but because I wanted her pain to be over.

I felt a hand on each one of my shoulders.

"Bulma." I looked up at the Saiyan talking to me, not knowing that I was no longer looking at the girl. It felt like I was looking at her forever. Her face was now burned into my mind. I would never unsee her. "Bulma, let's go." His voice was calm as he helped me move forward.

I didn't want to look at any of the other doors. I knew what was beyond them, and I couldn't handle seeing another living creature like that. I hated Derek. I hated this place. I hated how humans could treat each other this way. Even on Planet Vegeta, the Saiyans didn't do this to one another. They all lived free, they were all united, they all had the same goal. But not here. Humans were sick.

My eyes burned into the back of Derek's head as we made it all the way down the hallway. I was glad that the doors were soundproof; I didn't want to hear all of the screams from the people within.

Taking keys out of his pocket, he began to unlock the door. Looking at the knob, I watched him twist it open. Another white room. "Please, stay here." He spoke as he propped the door open, making his way to the end of the red walled room to find a desk. As he bent down beneath it, I could hear a door unlatch and open, followed by it slamming shut. I noticed a giant bag in Derek's hand as he walked back to us. "This has all you'll ever need and more." He spoke as he handed Goku the bag.

I watched Goku take the black bag, opening it up to take a peek inside. As he studied the currency, he nodded at the Human Trafficker. "Now take us back."

"Very well." The once calm and collected man cowered underneath Goku's shadow as he led us back to the elevator. When we approached the door that the girl was in, I tried my best not to look at her. But just because I tried, doesn't mean I was successful. Turning my head to face the window, she was still there with more despair in her eyes than anything. I softened my eyes at her and mouthed 'I'm sorry' as we passed. I wanted to help her, I really did, but there as nothing I could do. Even with Goku next to me, there was no way we could go back onto the towns' streets with how beat up she was without being noticed.

Standing back in the elevator, I tried to take my mind off of her, but I knew she'd always be in the back of it.

As the door opened once more, my nose was filled with smooth scents of Vanilla. I was relieved to not smell the odor of blood anymore, but knowing that that stench only remained a few floors below my feet angered me to the core.

"Remember, unless you want you head smashed in and your family taken as slaves, you will not speak of this to anyone." Goku didn't wait for a reply as he quickly got me out of that place. When he opened the door for me that led out of the the building, I felt my legs move faster. I couldn't stand being in that place any longer.

"Goku, please take me somewhere private." My head was hanging low as he approached me from behind, closing the building door behind him, a locking sound quickly followed after. "I just need a minute."

"Okay." His voice was soft as he held my hand with his free hand while the other one held the black bag. He knew I was upset, and I know he didn't blame me.

Walking the human streets this time was different. I kept my eyes on the pavement and let Goku take us to where we needed to be. The hustle of traffic and random voices coming from every direction all seemed like a blur to me. This was my home planet, and somehow I was happy I didn't grow up here.

"It's not all like that." Goku spoke as if reading my mind.

"Just get me somewhere private, please." I tried not to sound rude. It was hard to think that there was anything good on this planet after witnessing what I just did. Everyone above the surface was free, unaware of the slavery taking place right under their feet.

I stopped when I felt Goku stop. Looking up, he was holding a door open for me. Walking in, I was hit by a cold breeze, making goosebumps form on my arms. Grabbing each one of my forearms with my hands, I shivered as I looked at my surroundings.

The floors were tile and the walls well kept. A red carpeted staircase formed on my right, while a desk of cherry wood stood on my left. Directly center from me were two elevators. I was confused at where we were. Looking up at the man who had brought me here, I followed when he walked towards the desk.

"Hello, welcome to the Oasis Hotel. I'm Shayna, how can I be of service to you today?" A raven haired lady greeted us as she wore a false smile on her face. It was very convincing, but I didn't see how anyone could be that happy greeting random strangers, especially ones dressed like we were.

"Penthouse please." Goku's voice was of the pleasant sort. Somehow it bothered me at how chipper he was sounding. I knew it was all a front, but not even with all of my experience on having to force a smile could I do that after what I had just encountered. This was really taking a toll on me.

"Oh wonderful, I can definitely do that for you today. If I could have a form of your ID, that would be great." I wanted to punch her.

My eyes darted to Goku as he pulled out an Earth ID, handing it to the oh-so-friendly Shayna. Was it real? Why did he have it if he never had to deal with humans because the lower Saiyans would do that instead? I would have to ask him later about how he obtained that.

"Alright Mr. Shenron, here is the key to your penthouse on the top floor. How long will you be staying with us?" I couldn't help but crack a smile at her calling him Mr. Shenron. Where the hell did he think of that name?

"Two weeks." Goku took the key from the lady, holding it firmly in his grasp as his other hand handed her a pile of cash. Her eyes were wide with surprise.

"Great, I hope you have a wonderful stay here at the Oasis hotel! We have a nice swimming pool and Jacuzzi here on the first floor to the left of the elevators. To the right is where our kitchen is where they serve meals at all hours. Don't forget to call if you need anything brought to your room. Have a wonderful day!" She was quick to dismiss us to help another customer behind us. I was glad we didn't have to deal with her anymore.

Placing the key in hand that was holding the black bag, I felt Goku grab my hand with the other, leading me to yet another elevator. Pressing the button to open it, I was a lot more comfortable being in this one than the last. The entire decor of it was more soothing. I didn't watch Goku press the button to our room, I was too occupied with other things on my mind. It wasn't long until my brows furrowed as I looked up at the ceiling of the elevator as it moved. "What the hell is this?" I spoke with disgust as random music began to play. "Why is this necessary?" I was more appalled than I should have been.

"It's just music, it'll end when we reach our room." Goku remained calm as I brought my gaze back on the door in front of me, waiting for it to open.

The elevator stopped.

When the doors opened, I walked towards the only door down the short hallway. It reminded me of Vegeta's small hallway before his bedroom. My mood decreased even more.

Stepping in front of me, Goku placed the rectangular key into a slot, quickly removing it. As the light went from red to green, a click formed in the air. Again, it reminded me of Planet Vegeta and all of its random locks.

When the door opened, the room was beautiful. Tiled floors, no walls that left the room open, plenty of couches and chairs everywhere, windows all along one entire side of the wall that exposed the beautiful city below and sky above, a stainless steel kitchen with many contraptions that I had never even seen, pictures of flowers and random objects all on the wall, and so much more. "Where is the bedroom?" My mind was only on where the room was instead of the pointless beauty of the room.

Looking around, Goku noticed a door, leading me to it and opening it for me. "I'm sorry Goku, I really just need a moment." My mind was immediately back on seeing the girl in captivity.

"I'm not leaving you alone." Goku dropped the bag, pulling me in close to his chest.

That's when the tears started pouring out of my eyes. "Please, I just need to be alone."

"You don't have to handle things alone again, Bulma. I'm not leaving you alone in this state." He pulled me in tighter as he began to play with the tips of my hair.

"I-I just can't believe this." I began to cry hard into his chest as all of my emotions came to fruition. "How... just how?" I could feel my eyes begin to swell.

"It's a small part of how this world works."

"I just don't," I had to take a break to inhale since I had somehow forgotten, "I just don't get how we could do this to each other. I saw her and I wanted to help her, not hinder her further." I knew what I said, but I knew that my words came out distorted to him.

"I know." He moved to rubbing my back while embracing me. "I know." His voice low.

"Is this place all bad?" I moved myself back from him, but still in an embrace, to wipe my face with the white sleeves of my slave clothes. "I have to get out of these!" I backed up all the way when I realized I was still wearing them. If I was not in such a state, I would imagine it would be funny to see myself strip as fast as I did.

"No, it's not all bad. There are bad people in any world, but there are also good. Don't let the bad ones destroy you and break the way for the good. Just like Prince Vegeta and myself." When I was done stripping, he picked me up, moving me towards the bed.

I couldn't help but agree with him. If I would have let Vegeta destroy me, I wouldn't have let Goku in. I knew I had to do the same with this world, but it was so hard.

Before placing me on the bed, I watched Goku remove a bit of the covers before laying me down in it, covering me once more. "Will you lay with me?" I asked as I felt weak. I didn't feel weak by asking him, I just felt weak emotion wise. I had no emotional filter right now.

"Of course." Walking to the other side, Goku laid on top of the covers, scooting towards me so he could hold me close.

We laid there in silence. I had too much to think about and he probably knew I didn't want to talk. So many emotions from today: The joy of arriving, curiosity from the humans and their contraptions, scared from being tackled, sad from seeing the girl, angry at the world. I was emotionally exhausted.

Letting my eyes close, I took in a deep breath as I tried to just feel what my current surroundings were. I felt Goku holding me, letting me know I was safe. His heartbeat through the barrier of blankets easing my mind. His breathing lulling me into a deeper state of relaxation. Throughout it all, I had him. He began to take over my mind, easing my thoughts. Because of him, it wasn't long until I was finally able to enter a true sense of peace.

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