Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Drawn into Madness ❯ Time to remeber ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: My other Fic New Dawn has just kinda died in my mind. The horrid lack of reviews made me rethink the whole story line and it is now on the table for total revamping. I Hope this one has more draw.

I don't own DBZ, if I did belive me things would have turned out VERY diffent but then, hell I am twisted *smirk*

Drawn into Madness

She had lost sense of time and place. Where and when had lost its meaning there was only do or die. Day after day fighting for her life on the fields. Each evening when she dropped from exhaustion they would drag her off once more to her dirty little cell and toss her in. Her mind had shut down and she barley remembered who she was, let alone how she had come to this hellish place. Her dark eyes dull, her mass over raven hair a tangled mess. Even the fur on her tail was lack luster as the appendage hung limply behind her. Once more she lay on the cold floor of her little cell, staring at nothing. The sounds of the battles up on the fields mixing with the whimpers of those awaiting their turn. She knew only one thing. She would kill most of those in the cells around her. She had yet to lose on the fields. The only time she could grasp any of herself was when she held the life of another in her hands. Their blood staining her hands brought on flashes of who she had once been, a strong warrior. A member of a proud race. Chuffing weakly in her chest she rolled to her side and watched out the glowing bars of her cell. Those bars, she knew the pain they could cause if touched. But the pain wasn't why she no longer tried to touch them. It was the over welling weakness that came with the pain, like her life was being sucked from her body. Some long ago muzzled voice in her heart told her that tried to scream that weakness would not be expectable. It was the whispers of this dieing voice that keep her going when giving in and death would be easier. That was what `They' wanted and for no other reason than that she would continue to live. The filth that had put her here, uncountable months ago. As if her thought had summoned them, heavy footsteps sounded in the hall, the ringing on metal shod boots on the cold stone floors. She lifted her head and started to growl in a deep resonating sound. It vibrated the stone under her body and her tail began a slow ticking beside her like the swinging of a metronome. The object of her rage finally came into sight. From her position on the floor the first thing she saw was the black and steel boots. One to many times she had felt the crushing bite of those boots in her side. The pants covering the legs growing out of the boots might as well been poured onto the muscular calves and thighs. She knew the skin under them a light blue, the memory filled her with the need to rid herself of what passed for her breakfast. Rolling her eyes up to see just what the peacock was wearing today. A lose teal shirt, open at the chest to revel a triangle of the pale blue flesh.

"Like what you see, monkey?" The voice was smooth and full of humor. Her dark eyes fished their journey to the face and she bared her teeth in a snarl. Her main jailer was handsome in his own way, full lips and snapping teal eyes. Below that lovely form was the soul of a sadist monster. She knew this very well, he lived to the pain and defilement of others. She had had the so-called honor of his attentions in the past. The time was etched in her mind, in every horrifying detail. He stepped closer to the bars, but not touching them, amusement in his gaze.

"My poor little Monkey. Are you lonely?"

Rage overcame her sense and with a roar she surged to her feet and charged the bar with all her power. The moment her skin contacted the bar, sparks flew and her legs gave under her. Her life energy sucked from her body. Her jailer never moved or blinked. He just tsked at her in his chest.

"I thought you had learned not to touch the bars." He sounded like a mother scolding a child that had eaten too much candy and therefore had an upset stomach. "Your kind have never shown much intelligence, so I guess I shouldn't be too surprised."

She looked up from her position on the floor, flames burning in her dark gaze. Her all consuming anger focused on the male right outside the cursed bars. If she could only get her hands on him without the damning Ki suppressers then she would joy in the pleasure of ripping him limb to limp. She would howl her victory as he bleeds his life away in her hands. These images danced in front of her eyes and they gave her a degree of calm. Staggering to her feet, she moved within inches of the bars. When she spoke her voice was harsh with disuse and lack of moisture.

"Look at me close." She leaned even closer, her nose barely a breath from the thrumming bars. "For I will be the one to take your worthless life."

The blue skinned man barked a laugh at her words and looked about to speak but a ruckus down the hall drew his attentions. She moved to get a look at the source of the noise. Five guards straggled with a new prisoner. With a roar the new captive surged out from under the grip of the guards. A mass of wild raven hair was the first thing she saw and glittering onyx eyes. The air thrummed with the man's anger. A deep scar the man's left cheek but it was the dark brown tail that caught her gaze. In the many months she had been in this hell pit she hadn't seen even one other that had a tail like hers. Yet this raging male did and it thrashed madly behind him.

"Let me go!" He jerked free of the guards grip and turned to face them. His battle armor was broken and hanging form his body in tatters. The sight of him brought memories flooding back to her mind. Suddenly she remembered who she was and so much more. She whispered her name to herself.

"Tarma." Yes that was her name and she was saiyan. A member of a proud warrior race. This place may have stolen her memory but she had them back now. She was a fighter, a purger of planets. The sight of her had sent many people screaming in terror. Tarma threw back her head and roared. The man in the hall stopped and turned to look at her. He tilted his chin up slightly and smirked at her. Then he was tackled from behind, he fought like a maddened beast and Tarma wanted to help. Yet she dared not touch the bars of her cell. One of the guards brought out a device and slapped in on the mans back. Tarma flinched in sympathy as the man screamed, the Ki blocker draining him of his energy. She yelled at the guards.

"You cowards! Can't face a saiyan at full power can you!" She spit thru the bars at them. The light blue skinned man whirled on her.

"Shut up you little wench!"

Tarma merely smirk at him, now that see remember herself nothing would break her again. The look in her eyes made the blue skinned man step back. She remembered his name now as well.

"I will hold my vow, Kito. I will kill you."

Kito took a step back again and quickly fled down the hall. The male on the floor looked up, his energy level was low, she could tell. Yet he lifted his head and met her eyes.

"These Baka's have no clue do they woman." He laughed before the Ki drain knocked him out. Tarma nodded sharply. There where two of them here now and sooner or later they would meet on the killing fields above. Then they would learn the mistake they had made. The thought warmed Tarma's heart and for the first time in months she slept, deep peaceful sleep unbroken by nightmares.