Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Cold As Ice ❯ Spawn of Hell ( Chapter 6 )

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

"I have never seen you before. I have taken nothing from you," said Vegeta, reaching out for Bra's arm. Ice raised one hand and they all felt an unnatural power begin to build. "Don't move." Vegeta stopped. "You took Frieza from me, Vegeta. You took my father, my family and now I'm going to take yours," Ice hissed. Before he could react, a Ki blast shot from Ice's hand and hit him square in the chest. In fast succession, she hit all the other Z Fighters as well, including Pan and Bra. As soon as each of them had been hit, a legion of soldiers descended from the ship. Moving quickly, they snatched a paralyzed Bra, Trunks, Pan and Goten out of the air, a few of them sweeping low to the ground and grabbing a struggling Bulma, Chi-Chi and Videl of the ground, despite Krillin and 18's efforts to stop them.

Vegeta felt the Ki blast hit him and it was like a sword made of ice had been plunged into his chest. He couldn't breathe, his lungs were frozen. His heart was struggling to beat as his blood thickened, tried to freeze. Fully conscious, but completely unable to react, because his nerves and spine were ice, he watched as the soldiers took his family and his friends back to the airship. It was all he could do, all any of them could do, to keep themselves from plummeting back to the ground. The face of the creature called Ice appeared in front of him. She smiled that slow, sickening smile that he had seen so often on the face of Frieza, right before the lizard warlord had begun some new form of torture on the captive Prince. "If you were human, you'd already be dead. As it is, you'll thaw in a little bit, but we'll already be long gone. I'm taking your family and your friends with me. They will know the same torture you did. If you are very patient, I may tire of them in a few years and give them back, if they survive." With that, Ice leaned forward and flicked a forked tongue against his lips, then was gone, along with everything in his life that he cared about.

A short one, I know, but I just felt the overwhelming urge to torture you all with a cliffhanger for as long as it takes your computers to open the next chapter!! *Giggles, maniacally* Read on!