Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Cold As Ice ❯ Hope? ( Chapter 13 )

Vegeta screamed and dropped to his knees, holding his head. "Bra!" The others Stared at him as tears coursed down the mighty warrior's face. They were silent. No one had ever seen Vegeta cry, and if they had, he had killed them immediately afterward. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at Baba. The little old witch was gripping her crystal ball with both hands. "Get on with it." She nodded, closed her eyes, and began to chant. The ball began to float in front of her and from within its clear depths, something started to appear. The silence in the room was once again shattered when Gohan cried out and fell to the ground. A choking sob came from him and, to everyone's surprise it was Vegeta who held out a hand to help him to his feet. Their black eyes locked together, sharing a father's pain, for just a moment, then they looked away, releasing the other's hand. "Pan," he whispered, his gut still tied in knots. "Something's happening," said Dende's voice. They all looked at the ball as the image of Frieza became clear. As they watched, the monster took the arms of several Saiyan women, throwing each into the arms of his men, and then grabbed one for himself and stalked to his ship. The ship lifted off and they saw Planet Vegeta as it was blown apart. What followed, the creation and birth of Ice and her army, captivated the small group. Vegeta stared at the ball as the scenes of his youth, seen through the eyes of another, were replayed before his eyes. He didn't care anymore that the others would now know most of the things that had been done to him, that he had done to survive. All that mattered was Bra and Bulma and Trunks and getting them back alive.

Trunks screamed as the burly soldier pressed his sister's face into the metal floor and sheathed himself in her virgin ass. Her blood-chilling scream of pain ripped through him as her skin tore and more blood began to flow down her legs, pooling beneath her with the already daunting amount that had already been spilled and was still sluggishly dripping from between her legs and from her face. She tried to power up, ignoring the pain of the electric current the collar sent out. The soldier's hand fisted in her long hair, lifted her head and slammed it against the floor. All tension left her body and her eyes remained shut. A small pool of blood was spreading from under her head. Both Goten and Trunks were screaming her name, struggling against the chains, but she didn't awaken.

"Trunks!" Pan's cry drew their attention and they looked to where she had been taken, thrown against the wall with enough force that she bounced off and landed on the floor. Eyes wide in horror, both boys watched as the man who held her down flicked out a silver blade. Grinning, maliciously, he forced and held her legs apart with his knees. She reached up and clawed at his face. Scowling, he punched her and they heard her jaw crack. The man nodded to the others, who were still standing with Ice in the center of the room and two of them came forward, taking Pan's wrists and holding her hands to the ground. They licked their lips in anticipation, seeming to know exactly what was about to happen. "No," Trunks whispered, as he too realized what was coming. Then he screamed it and Goten joined him, seeing the man lower the knife between her legs and slide it inside her. The sound that came from Pan's mouth should not have come from a human throat. Blood pooled under her, immediately and the man lowered his head to lap up the warm, thick liquid. Pan was shaking with shock, pain and blood loss. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her back arced with no apparent reason and Trunks and Goten's eyes narrowed. At the same moment, they both felt it as well, the small, sharp pain at the small of their backs. Unconscious on the floor, Bra's body twitched and they saw her tail flow smoothly from the base of her spine, to reach it's full length, hanging to mid-calf and then twining around her leg in it's resting position. The furry appendages brushed against their legs, lashing, angrily behind the two Saiyans.

Ice crossed her arms. "Interesting. My mother had a tail, though none of her offspring did. I had no idea it only appeared at certain times. No matter. Just another part of you to torture." Goten looked sharply at Trunks, a new light in his eyes. She didn't know! Glancing quickly around the room, he spotted the small, crescent shaped window high on the wall of the chamber, saw the stars and part of the nearly full moon. Each month, right before the full moon, all four young Saiyans re-grew their tails, as did their fathers, and that same night they were cut off again. This had been the way of things since before this new generation had been born, to keep the men, already stronger than any human alive from transforming into their Oozaru forms. Goten and Trunks had once seen the results of such a transformation, when Vegeta had neglected to remove his tail, wanting to use the strength of the Oozaru in a battle. It took great power to control the Oozaru and most Saiyans could not accomplish it, but Vegeta could. Goku and Gohan had never tried, not wanting to release a King-Kong sized ape with nothing but destruction on its mind. Since their birth, Goten, Trunks, Bra and Pan had all had their tails removed immediately upon its growth each month. They had no idea of their control in the Oozaru state, but it didn't matter. The monsters they would become would tear apart the very ship they were held in, whether they knew why they were there or not. If allowed to transform, they had a chance at survival and escape.