Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Closer ❯ Sight Unseen ( Chapter 30 )

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

I DON'T OWN. There is also a Thunder Cats reference in here. Thought i would do a callback to when i was was little

Chapter 30: Sight Unseen

“I've had ENOUGH”, fumed Grace. Her face flushed with anger, her chest heaving, and mind racing. Those two heathens had been sealed away in that damned Gravity Training room, or whatever it's called, for over a day! Vegeta's changed password spelled it out: enter only on pain of death but that did not still her determination in the least. She ordered her most powerful warriors to bring Bardock to her to open the awful contraption and get her Prince OUT!

“My Lady, I have not the authority to open the chamber” said Bardock after being rejected for the umpteenth time. He knew it would take hours to unlock the password, and he didn't feel like suffering “pain of death”, but he kept that to himself. He didnt want Grace to erupt any more than she was at this moment.

Grace walked around him, trying to use her status to intimidate him. “You realize, of course, that your Prince is trapped in this room and you LIFE depends upon his release!?! yes?” she screamed.

`Trapped my ass' thought Bardock. But he would play along with her little game. “I understand your wishes --and the aforementioned consequences for failure but--”

“Good” Grace cut across, “Less talk, more work Advisor or there will be hell to pay,” she spat. Her use of his title to add emphasis on who he was compared to her gave her a little smirk. She always enjoyed putting people in their place.

Turning back to his microcomputer to continue running the code-craking application, the door suddenly broke it's air seal with a loud HISSSS, and began to open. The startled Advisor tilted back on his heels and stumbled over his Princess, toppling them both with a loud thud.

“Get OFF me you OAF!!!” Grace screached, shoving and kicking the enormous man currently covering her. If her outfit got dirty she will take it out of his salary she thought, as she got to one knee.

“Need a hand there, Princess?” said an obnoxious voice behind her. Behind? BEHIND?! Grace turned her head to see Bulma coming into the area from the other end of the room. So, the blue-haired tart was not in that contraption with her lovely Prince, thank the gods for that!

Grace smiled and lifted herself up. “Oh Beluga, I would never let you touch me as you are quite surely disease ridden.” With a “Harumpf” Grace turned up her nose and walked toward the now open GU.

Vegeta watched with growing displeasure as Grace was beaming at him, sauntered over and started kissing him deeply without reservation. Vegeta tasted her stale lunch as her tongue plunged over and over again into his mouth like she was trying to stab his tonsils. He had to hold down the bile roiling in his stomach for fear of giving up the rouse. Bulma quietly watched, and locked eyes with Vegeta. She could feel the dislike he felt for Grace, even though he hid it well. When Vegeta saw Bulma in the background, he imagined it was her sweet taste and aroma. Vegeta closed his eyes and began to respond in robust fashion as he lived out his mini fantasy. He thrust his hands in Grace's hair and guided her head closer to his.

Grace was thrilled at this attention in front of that blue-haired bimbo. Finally that bitch was being put in her place. Grace moaned lustily through the embrace, making sure the slutty spouse-stealing seductress was thoroughly envious The pair ended the kiss and Grace turned triumphantly to smirk at Bulma. Bulma played her part well. Her head was bowed and face stricken. She actually looked like her heart had been ripped out of her chest.

“Go away you horrible beast!” Grace commanded. “Can you not see we want to enjoy this time--alone?” Behind her Vegeta willed himself not to throttle the evil wanna-be Princess. He nodded silently to Bulma and she left hurriedly.

Bardock was shocked. He hoped Bulma would fight not flee. Something did not add up but he thought he would watch and see. He stole away from the tragic site apparently seeking solace in his office.

When Vegeta and her were alone, Grace turned on the sugar sweet tone “Darling you left me for so long” Grace's lips almost pouting. “I grew quite afraid something may have befallen you.”

`I bet you did' thought Vegeta, as he avoided the stench of Grace's breath, now in his mouth.

“Fear not woman I am in one piece” he whispered in her ear with masked seduction. Chills were going up and down Grace's spine as she pressed her chest against him, flattening herself against Vegeta's hard chiseled body, making sure to gyrate her pelvis slightly over his groin.

Disgust welled up in Vegeta like a large swell from an ocean of bile. Her putrid stink of arousal nearly made him wretch; but he held himself in check.

“Later” he said and kissed her on the nose “I must go meet with my council shortly--then we shall play.” He threw her a smoldering glance that flushed Grace to the bone. Vegeta felt filthy, emotionally and physically, and headed to the showers.

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“If he catches us he will have us impaled for sure!” said the shaky voice of a weak-kneed Saiyan. He kept looking around and over his shoulders to ensure his safety. Sweat was sprouting from every available pore as he imagined the ways Prince Vegeta would skin them alive.

“Calm down you idiot. You sound worse than a new born cub.” said a more controlled, authoritative voice. “The Prince will not find out about our dealings. Have I not protected you so far?”

A sigh was pushed through the room, apparently a sign that tension in the room had cleared. “The only one who knows that you made the Ki garrote is me and that is how it shall stay. Our Prince is already under the spell of the Princess and with the added pressure from Frieza, his plate is full.”

Bulma peeked around the corner to get a better look. She could not believe her luck. Running away from Grace kissing the daylights out of Vegeta she happened upon this conversation in a covert corridor.

Very quietly, Bulma moved into a more advantageous position. Leaning just a bit she was about to see the two participants. One of them she didn't recognize at all - but the other one--that one she knew all too well. Standing within her sight was the rugged old warrior known as Jasper. Better known as Grace's father and the King's best friend. Bulma swallowed the bitter taste creeping up her throat. How could someone so trusted commit such a heinous act? Bulma was wondering whether or not to continue watching when an action stopped her from blinking--from moving--even from breathing.

The smooth politician leaned over and put his arm around the unsuspecting Saiyan. The embrace was brotherly and seemed to help ease the situation. His breathing began to steady, heart rate normalizing.

He smiled or at least smiled as much as a Saiyan could and patted the hand on his shoulder. “Your council is all I have to depend on, Jasper” he whispered as he closed his eyes. With a smirk, Jasper reassured him, “It is all you will ever need”. Suddenly and swiftly, Jasper's hands flew to the chin and the back of the Saiyan's head, and snapped his neck with a sickening crack. The poor soul never even saw it coming. His oddly twisted head displayed a face that was almost serene.

Bulma's hand flew to her mouth and she held in a cry of shock. She threw herself to the wall. She was sure that she was about to be sick, replaying that sight and sound in her head a few more times, witnessing the psychopathic murderer again and again. Her heart was beating, should she run? hide? fight? She might be next if her heard her movement. She began to hear a humming sound, and her curiosity got the better of her. Once she thought it was safe, she carefully peered around the corner again, to see why there was a humming noise.

The body that should by all rights be on the floor was suspended in air. Jasper was directing the corpse with a wave of his hand. Then he touched something on his chest and began to recite the following rite:

"Ancient spirits of evil, transform this decayed form into power for Mumm-Ra, the Ever-Living!"

These “spirits” obeyed the call of Jasper. Translucent wisps began to swirl around the body hanging in the air when suddenly the corpse's hips thrust forward, shoulders and legs thrust back folding at the waist--CRUNCH! He was folded, back breaking, head lolling about. The spirits continued their work SNAP!, folding him again this time nearly in half, shattering the pelvis and ribs. The spirits continued their grisly work, each time impossibly folding and compacting the dead flesh until the body didn't resemble a body at all. It was more like a flat piece of glowing remains that the spirits placed gingerly into Jasper's waiting hand.

Greedily, he ate up his dead companion. His eyes slipped closed as he enjoyed every morsel. Bulma felt a slight rise Jasper's power level --not much but his level was more powerful than before.

The scene she just witnessed was too much to process. As Jasper let out a laugh that could only be described as maniacal and evil, Bulma ran away in horror.