Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Cold As Ice ❯ The Torture Begins ( Chapter 7 )

Okay, all, listen up! This is where stuff gets a little twisted and messed up!! If you didn't pay attention to the warning in the story summary, listen now! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENT RAPE! If you are bothered by this, TURN BACK NOW!! If it bothers you but you still want to find out what happens, I promise that later I will post a PG-13 version of the following events on my site! Give me time, it might take me a bit to word things more "gently", but I promise I'll do it soon. All right, those of you that are still with us, go ahead. Please send me feedback about this story! Its something of a work in progress and I need to know if there's anything I should be doing differently before I get any deeper into the plot and it's too hard to change! Remember, videl3402@hotmail.com

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Trunks groaned as he regained consciousness, his limbs still numb with cold. He forced his eyes open and looked around. He was in a small cell, about three feet by three feet and not nearly tall enough for him to stand in. Shaking his head, he tried to piece together what had happened. He remembered the icy Ki blast and being unable to move. Vaguely, he saw soldiers fly down from the airship and grab Bra and Pan and then himself and Goten. As his motionless form was being carried upward, he glimpsed three more soldiers bearing small struggling figures. As they drew nearer, he recognized them. Videl, Chi-Chi and his mother. His mother! His head shot up and smacked against the low ceiling of his prison. Slouching down, he winced at the sudden pounding in his head, even as fear gripped him. His mother, Videl and Chi-Chi were human, all human, and there was no way in Hell they would have survived the blast he had sustained. Dimly, he recalled they had been struggling. If they were moving, they hadn't been blasted. How long would their fragile bodies last in the hands of these creatures? No one knew the full extent of what Vegeta had suffered at Frieza's hands as a boy and a young man, but Trunks had heard him talking in his sleep one time and the things he said, the actions they brought to mind, made Trunks' blood run cold. And Vegeta had been Frieza's favorite warrior. What would he have done to someone he wanted to punish? What would this creature, Frieza's offspring, do to him and his family and friends?

Bulma cursed as she tried to figure out how to release the shackles around her wrists with one hand and failed. There was a small pin holding the cuff closed, but there was no possible way to pull it without a free hand. She was suspended from the wall of a large metal room. She saw Chi-Chi, across from her, hung in a similar fashion, and Videl too, on the wall to her left. The creature called Ice had obviously recognized that Pan and Bra were far more dangerous than the three older women. The two girls were chained to the floor, in a way that they could move, a little, but not rise fully to their hands and knees. There were collars around their necks. Pan was struggling against her bonds, but the steel seemed to have been specially made to withstand Saiyan strength. Bra was trying to power up and kept yelping in pain as the collar sent a white-hot electric current through her. "Bra, stop! Save your strength. I get the feeling you're going to need it," said Bulma. Bra glanced at her mother and stopped trying to power up, tugging at her bonds, frustrated. She didn't like the sound of her mom's voice. She sounded scared. Bulma was never scared, unless she was sure something bad was going to happen to her children, something she or Vegeta could not prevent. That situation rarely came about, but when it did, Bulma's voice and face filled with terror. That horrible tone was what Bra heard now when her mother spoke. "Baby, remember, no matter what happens, that I love you." "Mom, shut up! Nothing's gonna happen! We're gonna get outta here!" Bulma sighed and closed her eyes. "I wish I could believe that Bra." "We will! Daddy will find us! Right Pan?" Bra struggled to look at her friend. The other girl nodded, clenching her jaw. "Right. My dad and yours and grandpa too. They won't stop looking until they find us." Bulma glanced over at Chi-Chi and Videl. Both of them wore grim looks, the truth of their situation having firmly taken hold. "Yes, baby, you're right. Your Daddy will find us," Bulma said, her eyes on Chi-Chi's. He will save you, Bra, but I doubt I'll still be alive to see it. Chi-Chi's expression said she knew and agreed. The girls would survive. Their Saiyan heritage would see to it. The human women, though, would probably not last long at all…

Goten kicked viciously at the walls that surrounded him. The little box he was trapped in was impenetrable and he slumped against the walls. His mother and his niece were on this ship, along with Bulma, Bra and Trunks. His stomach clenched. Bra. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the cold metal. Her face rose in his mind, eyes heavy lidded with heat, mouth slightly open, waiting for him to kiss her. He swore out loud, cursing his damned self-control. He should have done it. He should have kissed her senseless and then made love to her in the hot tub, Vegeta's wrath be damned. Now she was trapped on this ship with the spawn of the creature than had created the ruthless, heartless, unstoppable killer that Vegeta had once been. There was no telling what would be done to her, what might be happening to her right then.

All struggles had ceased by the time the door to the chamber slid open. The five women looked up at the intruder and Bulma and Chi-Chi paled, while the other three bared their teeth in feral snarls. Videl might have been human, but she was also a warrior, skilled in martial arts and even able to levitate a few feet off the ground. The creature, Ice, walked into the room flanked by a handful of large beings. They looked human, but they weren't. They were all at least part Saiyan. Unable to fathom how that was possible, Bulma waited, knowing it would be explained. A true villain, especially one bent on revenge, always laid out the groundwork and history before beginning. Sure enough, Ice began to speak.

"Before my father blew up Planet Vegeta, he claimed one of the noblewomen as his own, bringing her aboard his ship, along with other females, all of them cast out by their society for some reason. They were grateful to be taken. She was his bed slave, on of many, but the only one to bear him a child. That child was me. After she delivered a girl, he had no further use for her. He handed her over to his soldiers, to do with as they pleased. Given how much pleasure she gave them, they treated her quite well and she bore them sons, many sons. When Frieza found out that she had borne males for his soldiers and a female for him, he had her executed. The soldiers raised the boys as soldiers, and me along with them. Not long after I was born, though, Frieza took a Saiyan child as his heir, the young Prince, Vegeta. My own father shoved me aside and took the boy as his own, his pet. He tortured the child, twisting him into a vicious killer, the best in his armies. Together, they terrorized the galaxy, but the young Saiyan never learned of my existence. I watched them for years, as I grew more and more angry and more and more powerful. As I reached maturity, I found that the combination of my Saiyan blood and Frieza's DNA had given me a special gift. The Ice Blast. I had come to the decision that I would use it to kill Vegeta when he returned from destroying Earth. Unfortunately, he never returned. Not long after, my father was killed, by those you call the Z Fighters and I stepped into his place as the leader of his armies. The soldiers know me, they follow me without question."

Stepping around the room, passing close by each of them, studying them, Ice made her way back to the pack of Saiyan half-breeds. The large men stood silently, their eyes on her. She flicked them a glance, then turned back to the chained women. "These are my half brothers, the sons of Frieza's army. I've decided that today, they'll have you three-" she pointed at Videl, Chi-Chi and Bulma, "-and tomorrow, they will begin their work on these two." She flicked her hand toward the two young She-Saiyans, who were both spitting daggers at her with their eyes. Ice stepped close to the girls, just out of reach and leaned down. "Just watch today, girls, and learn. Watch and see what's coming, because your turn will soon be up."

With a sickening smirk, Ice walked out of the room, as the six soldiers moved forward toward their prey, two to a woman. As the door slid shut behind the lizard-Saiyan, the screams began.