Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Breathe Today, Tomorrow Unknown ❯ KidNappa ( Chapter 27 )

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

It had been a couple of days since Nappa kidnapped me, threw me on a ship, and began our voyage back to Planet Vegeta. It made me sick to my stomach to know that I would soon have to face the man I was the most scared of in the universe that I had been vomiting each day. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt this sick to my stomach, he truly frightened me and now I was days away from seeing him. I knew I had to pull myself together to be able to handle round 2 of being his prisoner, but the taste of freedom that I had seemed to have dimmed the once brave woman I was.

As I looked out the window into the black abyss, I watched as we passed billions and billions of stars. It was hard not to think about what my father had told me about Goku since being forced onto the ship; I thought about it day in and day out. I still couldn't believe that he was the sole reason as to why my life was the way it was, but the more I thought about it, the more I had come to terms with it. He didn't know who I was, he was just a boy himself. From what I remember of that day, it was the king who ordered him to do it, my family just happened to be in the crossfire of whatever the Saiyans had going on at the time. If anything, he was the one who ended up righting his wrong. I do question if that is the only reason he took interest in me, though. That is a different battle I will have to fight at a different time. Either way, it was what it was, but I had yet to actually forgive him for it.

The life I could have had haunts me more and more. I struggle with if wanting to start over again and having my life stay the same, as odd as it sounds. I had been though so much already, that thinking of my life without knowing of existence beyond Earth scared me. I don't think I'd be able to handle not knowing, even though if my life was different I wouldn't have known it in the first place. I am not happy with a lot of events that have happened in my life, but there are so many good memories that I do have from it. Goku, for one. If my life didn't have him, I don't think it would be worth it. I could live on without him, but I don't want to. He may have destroyed my future as a child, but he is the one who gave me one as well. I love him, I hate his past; but I don't really even know his past. I don't know, but I want to know.

Taking in a deep breath, I let my head rest against the window before finding my strength to get up. Since being on the ship, I hadn't spoken more than two words to Nappa. He had kept to himself and I had kept to mine. It was odd to not hear him and Raditz talking together, if it was any other Saiyan who had come for me I would understand, but they were a team so I couldn't understand why he wasn't here.

Walking to the door, I was easily able to open it since I wasn't locked in. A wispy sound echoed the quiet ship as the door opened. Stepping out, I looked to my right, seeing Nappa sitting at the control center. If I was going to get back to who I was on Planet Vegeta before I left, I had to face Saiyans who were not on my side. Goku was easy, I knew I could talk to him however I wanted to and he would be fine with it. Every other Saiyan on the other hand was a different story.

Growing up with the Saiyans, I had to learn each of their personalities before I was able to talk to them, if I talked to them at all. Once I learned their humor and boundaries, I was able to gauge what I could and shouldn't say to them. "How far until we arrive?" I sat in the empty chair next to him, the one that Raditz would typically be in.

"Ah, well look who finally decided to come out." Nappa spoke as he turned to look at me. He smirked as his eyes met mine, it was the look he typically gave when the cards were in his favor. I could only imagine what was going through his head, knowing he would be in the prince's good graces since he was the one who got me away from Goku and back to him. "We're about 3 days out before we make it back to Planet Vegeta."

I cringed at the fact, slumping back in my chair as I looked at the vas emptiness in front of me, leading me to my final destination of misery. "Joyous." I hadn't been sarcastic in quite some time that it felt almost foreign to my tongue.

Nappa laughed as he faced back towards the nothingness in front of him. "You don't sound too thrilled to go back to your master. Was Earth that great for you?" He had curiosity in his tone.

"Well, it was pretty good until it wasn't." I was vague, knowing he would ask me more about my stay there. I hadn't had to manipulate conversation in a while, but I had to try to be like how I used to. I didn't want to face Vegeta scared.

"What do you mean by that? We had one hell of a time finding you. If I didn't get tipped off, you might have lived the rest of your blonde days there." He reached his left arm towards me, grabbing a chunk of my hair to run his fingers through it.

My heart stopped as he did so. I know he was just poking fun at my new hair color, mocking my attempts to avoid the Saiyans, but I couldn't help but stop breathing. Even though I knew that Nappa would never touch me because he knew I belonged to the prince, the idea still lingered in my head. Breathing again, I let out a small laugh to try and regain my confidence, letting his hand run all the way through my tresses before he retracted his hand back to himself. "You can't blame me for trying." I looked at him with a sarcastic smirk on my face, trying to seem confident in my situation. "Earth was nothing as I remembered it and a blue sky was definitely weird, but it was nice. I ate Earth food which was delightful, and then found out that Goku was the one who killed my entire family and is the reason I am in this situation in the first place so, it was good until it wasn't."

"Kakarot did what now?!" Nappa darted his head to look over at me as he was very intrigued.

"Goku. And he killed my family." I corrected him as he called him by his birth name. I was surprised he used it in the first place, but it made sense since he betrayed his whole race for a human girl. His title and any respect they had for him was gone, so they were no longer obligated to call him 'Goku'.

"Now how the hell did you figure that out? Did he just up and tell you?" He kept his eyes on me as he swung his chair to face me completely. I was still slumped away looking ahead of me.

"Well, he killed them by the king's orders, I don't know the details as to why, but he is the reason I even know of your guys' existence." Nappa didn't know that my father was alive and I was not about to tell him. I didn't need to give him any unnecessary ammo.

"That sneaky bastard." Nappa laughed as it seemed he could barely contain himself, not caring about my expense, but that was expected. "So why are you telling me this? A woman scorned now?" He spoke in between loud howls of laughter.

"You could say that. I am pretty pissed at him actually. I could have still been on Planet Vegeta minding my own damn business and I could have avoided all of this mess. Now, I face death by the Prince all thanks to him." I baited him. If he thought it was all Goku's fault, it might buy me some time with the Prince. I could say I was 'lured' out or he 'lied to me and tricked my feelings' in order for me to devise a better plan. I knew Goku would be coming after me, I just wasn't sure how far behind us he was. If he was days behind, I had to make sure I would make it that long. I kept my poker face going as I looked at the now only slightly laughing Saiyan next to me.

"So it's his fault you ran away with him?" He wiped a tear from his eye as he calmed down from his laughing episode. Saiyans really did find pleasure in someone else's pain.

"I didn't run away with him." I crossed my arms as I looked him dead in the eyes as I spoke. No one knew about mine and Goku's romantic relationship on Planet Vegeta, so they had no legs to stand on.

"Then how come I am here with you right now if you didn't run away with him." He raised a brow at me, awaiting what I had to say next. I did have him enthralled with this conversation.

"I couldn't even walk when I was taken from Planet Vegeta. I was on my death bed, Goku broke into the Prince's room, picked me up, and brought me to the ship. I did not go willingly." I was hoping he would buy it. If anything, I knew it would make him question what had happened. It was true, everyone knew I was in bad shape after being in the Prince's chambers and seeing other slave girls exit his room in body bags only proved my story. "Goku wanted me, so he took me."

"He was always jealous of the Prince." Nappa brought his hand to his chin as he began to think about it.

"I wouldn't know that, but he was nice to me the whole time so it was definitely different, but it wasn't my choice to leave." I tried to implant that idea in his head. If I could blame it all on Goku, I knew Nappa would end up telling Vegeta about it. I had to be believable. "Why would I leave and put a target on my back that the whole Saiyan race would be aiming for? Plus, I know you guys can blow up planets, why would I leave knowing you had that power? I think he was just trying to right a wrong; guilty conscious or something."

"Then why did you yell for him when I was taking you? Why dye your hair?" He was sharper than I remembered. I had no time to stutter.

"Because I basically had freedom for a couple of weeks. I didn't want it to end. It was a very weird time for me, it was nice seeing where I came from. Plus, you scared the shit out of me, how was I suppose to react? And for the hair, it was his idea. I don't know why, but I wasn't about to disobey one of you guys." I tried to sound fluent and not rehearsed in any way, it would be better if he felt the action organic than anything.

"You guys? What do you mean by that." Another brow raised. I was glad he fixated on that part of the conversation than anything else I had purged out of my mouth.

"Have you seen you, you're a fricken tree." I forced a laugh to try to seem genuine. "There is no way I am going to tell one of you Saiyans that 'no thanks I will instead do the opposite of what you just told me' when you guys are built the way you are."

"Really? You seemed to do that quite often back on Planet Vegeta. If I recall you and Kakarot in the cafeteria having fun with a drink." I was hoping he wouldn't bring that up, I actually had forgotten about it altogether. I didn't think he knew about my sarcastic ways.

"Goku liked the sarcasm. It pleased him and as my guard, I didn't necessarily want to piss him off. It made all of the other Saiyans mad, sure, but they weren't my focus at the time. Plus, I can't deny it was fun." I said some honesty, trying not to falsify my story too much.

"So, it's all Goku's fault you left the prince?" He was digging in deeper to my story.

"Yes. I had no choice in the matter. Remember, I was incapacitated. Can I deny that I had somewhat of a good time? No. It was an experience, but everything has a cost and I know Prince Vegeta will punish me accordingly." I looked at my lap as I let my hands begin to play with each other. "I am just hoping it is not death."

"If it isn't death, you're probably going to wish it was by the time he is done with you." Nappa spoke the truth, if the prince didn't kill me then I know I would be begging for it by the end of whatever he had planned.

"It just sucks that none of this was my idea, I couldn't stop any of it, yet I will be blamed and punished for it." I shrugged my shoulders as I looked at him and his unsympathetic face.

"You're a slave, everything is going to suck for you." I could tell that was his way of saying 'shit happens'. It somehow comforted me, in the weirdest way.

"So, how mad is he?" I was curious and it was my turn to pry.

"Mad enough to send me again to go get you after a first failed attempt." He brought his eyes back to the abyss as he turned his chair to face back that way as well.

"So pretty pissed off I take it." I watched him and studied his face. He was an intimidating man, but in all of the moments I had spent with him in my life, the few that they were, he was never as harsh as the other Saiyans. If Vegeta did anything, I did appreciate that he sent Nappa instead of Raditz. If he sent him, this would definitely be a different space ride.

"You're definitely in for a surprise. Plus, as I have been on this task to get you back, they tried to take over another planet to no avail, so I am sure he'll take that out on you as well." I felt my stomach drop at hearing the prince's fail in conquering a planet. I knew that failing hit his pride pretty hard and the one thing you didn't want the prince to take a hit in was one hundred percent his pride.

"What you're saying is I am dead?" I began to slowly spin in a circle with my chair. I could feel my heart beat hard in my chest as my anxiety began to bundle in my chest, creep up my throat, and explode in my head. Bringing my thumb and index finger, I began to squeeze the bridge of my nose as I tried to calm myself.

"Saying that I expect you to live to the end of the week would be an understatement." He stopped me from spinning in my chair, "Stop that, that's weird."

When my chair stopped from moving, I could feel my stomach begin to bubble. Squeezing my eyes shut tight, I tried to keep my emotions down but to no avail. Without even thinking about it, I leaned over my seat and just let whatever was in my stomach out. It felt like it kept coming and coming without any chance of stopping.

"That's why you don't spin in a chair in space." Nappa sighed as he stood up, grabbing some material to clean it up with. When I was done evacuating my stomach, I reached back to him to get the material from him so I could clean it. "That smells disgusting." He had to comment.

"Of course it does, it's fermented stomach crap." I wiped my mouth first before cleaning up what I had made on the floor. Taking trips to the trash and back to clean more stuff up, I could feel that my stomach definitely wasn't settling. Sitting back in the chair, I slumped to bring my knees to my chest.

"Aren't you going to clean the rest of it up?" The bald Saiyan spoke as he started to press some buttons on the control panel.

Looking at him and back at the mess on the floor, I threw the cleaning material on top of the mess to cover it. "There, all gone." I let my forehead hit my knees as I tried to relax to get my stomach back in order. That completely came out of nowhere, I knew I was stressed.

I could feel Nappa's eyes burning into my skin as I sat there. When I felt his hand grab my shoulder, I looked up to see him nudge me to clean the rest. "Clean it." His tone became forceful but not loud. Sighing, I mustered up what I could to continue cleaning what I had created until it was all gone.

Taking the last bit of bile to the trash, I knew I had to go lay down, there was no way I could have any more conversations for the day. "Hey, I'm going back to my bed." I spoke before making my way to my 'room'.

"If you vomit in there, I expect you to clean it up and not let it rot there." He didn't turn around to look at me or anything, just kept his eyes on the darkness.

"Yes sir." I tried not to sound sarcastic as I let myself enter the room to slowly and painfully lay down.

As I lay there, I was able to look out the window and see the yellow beacons. This trip to Planet Vegeta was definitely different from the first trip there. It was less slave like, less bars and less people, and more like a rebellious teen going back home after running away. I was emotionally exhausted, this was all too much.

Recalling the conversation I just had with Nappa, it was nice to see that I still had a bit of my old self in me. I needed to keep this up if I was going to soon see Prince Vegeta. I don't know how I let my guard down that much on Earth, but I couldn't do that ever again if I got the chance. I can't be weak like I had been. I can't be relaxed, I must be aware. I will make it through this, I have to if I am ever to see Goku or my father again.