Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Cold As Ice ❯ Terror Begins ( Chapter 11 )

Vegeta gasped and closed his eyes, at almost the same moment Goku and Gohan cried out, sharply. Dende, Piccolo and Krillin all looked at them, their eyes wide, their mouths still open, as they stopped in mid-sentence. The flare of Ki had belonged to their children and had been like an audible scream to the three men. Gohan shook his head, confused and looked at the other two. Goku's eyes were wide and Vegeta looked like he was in pain. "What? What just happened?" asked Piccolo. They ignored him. "Kakarot," Vegeta growled. Goku just nodded, once, confirming Vegeta's knowledge. "What was it? She was in pain, but she wasn't afraid," Gohan said, quietly. Vegeta and Goku looked at him. "I felt it the first time you were with Videl," said Goku, softly. "And when Trunks took his first, after the Tournament when he was 13, but it was nothing like this time. This time it was much more- and it was both of them." His voice became slightly raspy as he said it. Gohan's eyes widened and his face paled. "Pan," he whispered. "They weren't afraid, though. How?" Goku looked at Vegeta, who nodded, grimly. "You know how." They all three looked at Piccolo. His eyes were steady, locking on each of them for a moment. "And you know why." Vegeta's fists clenched at his sides and he looked sideways at Goku. "Kakarot, I'm not sure whether I'm going to kill your son, or thank him," he growled. "The same could be said about your son," said Gohan, softly. Vegeta glanced at him, then nodded, stiffly, in acknowledgement. Then, he looked at Dende. The little Namek had his fingers on his temples and was speaking, to someone who was not in the room. "Hurry, Baba, they are in grave danger," he said. A moment later, he dropped his hands to his side and looked at them. "Baba will be able to tell us more about the creature." The three Saiyans nodded, then retreated into silence to further examine the events that had just taken place in the airship.

Goten cradled Bra's head against his chest, stroking her hair, absently. Dressed again, they were leaning against the wall, next to Trunks and Pan. Both girls were asleep and Trunks and Goten were lost in thought. "It's almost morning," said Trunks. Goten nodded. "I wonder if they'll come at first light or wait," he said, quietly, glancing down at the girl in his arms. "It doesn't matter. Either way, they'll still come and we can't stop them. They'll do to these two just like they did to mom and Videl and Chi-Chi," Trunks said. "Can you still feel them?" he asked. Goten nodded. "I can still find them, but they're weak." "Me too," said Trunks. They were silent for a moment, then Trunks spoke again, very quietly. "Goten." He looked over to see Trunks staring at Bra. "Thank you for what you did. No matter what happens, if she lives, she'll have that, she'll have you to remember." Goten flicked his eyes to Bra, then back to his friend. Trunks had heard Bra's soft sounds of pleasure as easily as he had heard Pan's and it bothered him just as much, yet made him grateful as well. "I could say the same to you. If they survive this, they might never let another man touch them, but at least they'll be able to remember that just once it wasn't horrible." He didn't say that now Ice's men would have one less thing they could steal from them. He didn't have to.

Many hours later, both boys' head snapped up when the door of the room slid open and Ice stepped inside, followed by small army of her soldiers. They stood, dragging the still sleeping girls to their feet. Bra and Pan woke, immediately. Pressed against the wall, as far as they could get from Ice, the four young Saiyans stood side-by-side, their heads high, unflinching, as their captor bore down on them. "Take the females to the far wall and hang them from the ceiling. These two, I want to be able to access from all angles," she said, her unnatural black orbs shining as she looked at the two young men.

"Something's happening to them," said Bulma, as her children's Ki flared hard enough for even her to feel them. The kids' Kis were so powerful that their mothers had managed to learn to recognize their energy, to a point. The three women had faintly felt something the night before, but it wasn't bad. This was horrible, terror and panic and all three of them flinched as if the screams that echoed in their heads were actually audible. A choked sob came from Videl and her hands clenched as she tried to rise and her pain numbed body refused to obey. Still nude from their ordeal the day before, they had not been tied in any way. They'd spent the night in a tired, hurting pile, close together for warmth and comfort. Videl's sliced up stomach had finally stopped bleeding and, while in a great deal of pain, none of them were in any immediate danger of dying from their wounds. They'd huddled in the darkness and worried for their children, their only consolation being that Bulma had heard one of the men telling Trunks that the boys were going to be left with Bra and Pan. Now their fears were becoming reality, as the loudspeakers were switched on and the air filled with screams.