Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Cold As Ice ❯ Deadly Defiance ( Chapter 12 )

Okay, people, this is starting to get a little intense. If you aren't into graphic violent rape scenes, if you're gonna get sick or upset, I suggest you stop reading now, okay. I repeat, this is not gonna be pretty, so brace yourself. Read on, if you think you can handle it.

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Bra screamed as the rough hands of the soldier slammed her against the wall and shackled her wrists above her head, letting her drop suddenly. Her shoulders nearly popped out of their sockets and she swung from the chains that descended from the ceiling. She heard the clang of Pan's body hitting the wall as well as she was chained beside her. Her chest heaving, her eyes wide, she searched wildly for Goten and Trunks and found them being dragged to opposite corners of the room, where chains dangled from the ceiling and lay coiled on the floor. Struggling against the many hands that held them, the two boys were stripped and hung, first by their wrists, their arms stretched to their fullest, and then the chains on the floor were attached to their ankles, anchoring them to the floor. They hung, suspended, and spread-eagled, their muscles taut and their jaws clenched in defiant silence. Their eyes were hard as they stared at the white creature that had ordered them chained. Trunks remembered his father's cries that night, in his sleep and steeled himself for what was to come. He looked at Pan and saw she was crying, her fear evident on her face. She was struggling, seemingly trying to reach him. His eyes shifted to Bra, and saw that while she was crying as well, she was also screaming obscenities at her captors. Her rage was beautiful to behold, Vegeta evident in her more at this moment than ever before, but her defiance would mean her death. He sent out his Ki, feeling his collar begin to tingle in warning. She went silent as his energy brushed hers, gently. Her eyes locked on her brother's and he spoke quietly, knowing she would understand him. "Don't piss them off, Bra. Go quietly and maybe they won't hurt you as badly, please." He saw her clench her jaw and shake her head, sharply. "I don't care if they hurt me. They can kill me if they wish. The only thing left they can take from me is my pride and I'll be damned if they'll have it." With that she continued her tirade, until a huge hand connected with her face, sending blood spraying onto Pan. The force of the blow snapped her head to one side and she paused, then slowly looked back at the man who'd hit her, defiance gleaming like fire in her eyes. She hissed something unintelligible at him and the man prepared to strike again. He spoke to her, but Trunks couldn't hear what he was saying. She made a short, forceful remark and the hand came across her face again. Trunks flinched as the man struck his sister, his soul screaming for her, but couldn't help feeling pride that she was acting as a Saiyan would. She wasn't giving up. She would never give up. They would kill her first. That was the law of the Saiyan warrior. The only problem was that they would indeed kill her.

Pan was drawing strength from Bra and raised her chin a notch, the tears stopping. As Bra's assailant stepped back, she hissed a scathing remark at him. He stepped forward, snarling, his hand raised, but a sharp word from another soldier stopped him. "This one's mine," the man said. Still scowling, the first soldier stepped away from Pan and returned to Bra. Her face was bleeding freely now, the crimson liquid dripping down her chin, running in red streams down her chest, under the gi. Her eyes were bright, her breathing ragged, but her chin remained high, her expression haughty. "I'll break you girl," the soldier said, stepping close to her. He gripped her face, painfully, then, smearing the blood, ran his hand down her chest, to the where her gi crossed and covered her breasts. With a snarl, he grabbed the material and yanked, ripping her clothes away. The gi tore down the sides and fell to the floor, leaving her exposed. Bile rose in her throat as he greedily grabbed her breasts, twisting them in his hands. Still, she refused to cry out. His eyes narrowed and he released her breasts, shoving his fingers into the curls at the apex of her thighs. She was dry and he smiled, cruelly, spreading her open and lowering his head to the exposed inner flesh. A tiny sob escaped her when he sank his teeth into that sensitive skin and the heat of her own blood flowed down her legs. He pulled back, her blood all over his face and, grinning, unchained her, dragging her to the floor and slapping her, three times in quick succession, then putting a hand on her throat, squeezing until there was barely any air coming through. Black waves around the edge of her vision, Bra gasped for air, then felt her legs being shoved apart. "Scream for me," she heard. It was like someone was ripping her apart when he shoved into her dry passage, pushing so deep he tore through her cervix. She screamed.

Everyone still with me? Okay, if I didn't lose you back there, go ahead and go to the next chapter, but keep in mind there's more of this stuff to come.