Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Drawn into Madness ❯ Memory ( Chapter 3 )

A/n: This chappie is a flashback mostly to learn how dear Tarma got into the situation she is in. I mean one doesn't just pick up a saiyan at the local space station and say, "How would you like to be imprisoned" and expect to keep their head on their shoulders. So what would weaken a saiyan to the point they could be picked up? Also. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. If you read this fic, take the time to review it. I would like to thank the first two reviewers.

Evil Saint: Yeah I like Tarma too. She started as a RP charrie and she just keep bugging me until I decided to write about her. I hope you like her even more as the story carries on.

DBZ MANIAC: thanks for the ideas but believe me when I say those things would not work in this story. It is an A/U and these saiyans don't even have a reason to think about earth or the people on it.

Disclaimer:

No I don't own it. But I do own my little twisted dreams and ideas.

Ch 3

"Full system failure in one minute and counting. Brace for emergency impact."

The tinny voice of the computer fill the space pod as lean fingers flew over the keyboard. The eerily green glow of the screen threw the occupants face into flickering shadows. Tarma fought the urge to thrust her fist thru the console, that wouldn't help the situation one bit. A malfunction with her propulsion system had caused her pod to suck twice as much fuel as it normally would. The computer had awoken the saiyan with this information 18 hours ago and ever since then she had been working to find a place to set the ailing ship down. The closes thing she could find was a primitive world called Tranis. She had cursed her luck, the pod and the alien tech that had worked on it before she left home so many times she had run out of words to express her anger. Now she faced a full system shut down from all the power diversions she had to make to get this far and she was still 5 minutes from Tranis. What made things even worse was that the magnetic field in this sector had disabled her scouter and she couldn't send out a mayday. She would have to try and fix this hunk of junk herself or wait until someone passed by the planet close enough for her short wave communicator. What was supposed to be a simple one-person purge had turned into a cluster fuck. Now she wouldn't make it to her destination and because of that her pay would be docked. She roared in impotent rage, the sound rang in the small compartment. She would wring that little blue tech's neck as soon as she returned to Vegetasei. Never for a moment did she think she wouldn't get home. She was Tarma, 2nd class solider of the saiyan army and nothing stopped her.

"System shut down in thirty seconds."

Tarma gritted her teeth so hard she could feel a few crack. She entered a few final commands and sat back. The last bit of her fuel would be used to finalize her course setting but without the entry rockets to slow her decent the impact would be equal to the explosion of an atom bomb. She just hoped the pod would hold together. The pod shuttered slightly as the boosters fired for the last time, setting the small craft on a collision course for the dense green planet that loomed ahead.

"System shut down in 5… 4… 3…2…1" The air in the pod suddenly started to grow cold and Tarma's breath puffed in front of her face. It wouldn't be long before her oxygen ran out as well. A quick check on her heading let her know what she had figured anyway, still four minutes to the planet surface. The cold of deep space would be the thing that would hurt her the most. Intense heat hardly bothered her but deep biting cold always seemed to creep into her bones and stay there. She fought the urge to shiver, as the pod got colder quickly. She wasn't really even sitting in her seat anymore since the gravity was lost with the life support systems. The screen on the computer flashed a few times then went dark as well. All she could see was the void of space and the planet before her. The air got thin fast and Tarma started to feel light headed. Like a rock hitting water at high speeds the pod crashed into the atmostshpere and there was a screech of metal. The once freezing space in the pod becomes heated from the friction. Tarma's air was almost gone and she was starting to feel light headed. Smacking herself on the cheeks hard to keep from passing out, she watches the planet speed towards her. Finally the oxygen in the pod ran out and Tarma's vision swam. By the time the pod hit the ground, tossing up a mushroom like cloud the saiyan female was out cold. The little pod held together but only barely. The hatch door pop open with the crash landing fail-safes. The limp body of the unconscious saiyan rolled out. The dust settled from the impact and soon a group of figures appeared on the rim of the massive crater.

Tarma faded in and out of awareness. Someone was speaking over her head.

"That Colnean did just what he said he would." "Yes, that he did. We will have to wait a good half a year before we dare to do it again." "Come on now get her up and to the ship." "Should we zap her Chief?" "Of course you bakas she is saiyan! Do you want to be ripped limb from limb when she wakes up?!"

Tarma's eyes flew open in pain as a strange shock was sent thru her body. Then she passed out again.

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The memory had washed over Tarma like a wave breaking on the shore. She paused in her push-ups as shifted thru the information.

"That little tech was part of this all along!" She bounced to her feet and clenched her fists. She relized now her system failure had been on purpose. Kito's men had been waiting for her. She didn't have long to think about it. Kito himself, along with a large group of armed guards appeared at her cell.

"Your up, my dear monkey." Kito flashed white teeth and the door to her cell was opened. Tarma wasted no time and threw herself at the man who had imprisoned her but the Ki guns took her down. Kito clucked a disapproving tongue at her. "Not a good way to start a fight, weakened like this." He jerked his head towards the door. "Get her on the fields."