Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forced Beginnings - Black Flowers ❯ Breeding Stock ( Chapter 2 )

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Black Flowers; chapter 2, 'Breeding Stock'

Pan sat back on the grass next to Bra. Her friend was texting someone on her dusty pink cell phone. Goku was stood behind them, watching the intense battle going on in front of them.

Trunks managed to gain the upper hand, and landed a powerful blow to his father's chest. Vegeta winced, but came back at him, knocking him to the ground viciously and efficiently. Trunks lay on the dry grass, his ribs aching. He put his arms out, and slowly pushed himself up, feeling like he would snap in half. He stood to his feet, and stumbled forwards.

"Weakling!" Vegeta taunted. "And you call yourself one with Saiyan blood! Royal no less."

"Trunks, hang in there!" Goku yelled more encouragingly than Trunks' own father. But that worked. Vegeta made Trunks so incredibly angry, he could feel it boiling inside of him, ready to explode. He was certain this was his father's aim, he seemed pleased when Trunks let his Saiyan instincts take over.

Trunks charged with a roar, and Vegeta didn't dodge in time. He looked down at Trunks' fist on his stomach, and looked up into his son's face with a chilling smile. A trickle of blood escaped the corner of his lip.

"Not bad…" He smirked, and attacked. The spar continued, the injuries inflicted and received growing in severity.

"You two should be watching this for tips." Goku said to the two girls. Bra never looked up from her phone.

"Urgh! Black eyes, sweat, dirt and broken limbs… Thanks, but no thanks." She replied.

Pan and her Grandpa smiled at each other. Pan loved fighting, she was getting close to Super Saiyan too. She watched Trunks and Vegeta eagerly, trying to follow their every move.

Bra looked up, and tried to see where Pan was looking. "How can you see them? They're moving to fast!" Bra complained, frowning.

Pan smiled. "Practice, you have to home in on their ki's, and focus." He explained.

"Like Goten's?" Bra asked, her face down again. Pan looked puzzled at her. She almost jumped when Goten landed next to her. She narrowly avoided shrieking.

Bra waved at him, then winked at Pan. "Daddy's been teaching me." She said.

"Whatcha up to?" Goten asked. "Oh, sparring, great! Gohan, wanna spar too?"

Pan nearly jumped again, and the others laughed. She was so wrapped up in the battle, she hadn't noticed her father's ki either.

"We came to see who was winning, we've been keeping tabs on it, and it got more interesting." Gohan commented.

Vegeta caught Trunks on the back with a particularly nasty ki blast.

Bra threw her head back and gasped. Pan smiled. "You felt that too?" She asked. "Poor Trunks."

Bra didn't move, and her eyes widened. "Bra, what is it?" Goten asked with concern.

"I can feel…" Bra said shakily. Then suddenly, it hit the rest of them.

"Oh Dende…" Gohan murmured. The power felt was almost compressing. They felt short of breath.

"This is bad." Goten said. "You feel that?"

Trunks and Vegeta stopped in their battle too. "What the hell is that?" Vegeta demanded. They all felt a force pulling them upwards. They slowly lifted off the ground. Bra shrieked, as she couldn't fly. They increased speed, being tossed upwards. Pan struggled against it, trying to fly away, but she couldn't. As they reached a certain height, they disappeared. Bra looked down at the ground as she disappeared, having the strangest fear that would be the last time she saw it.

They materialized in a large square room. It was stark white, with simple beds along the walls. There was seemed to be a hallway, and they rushed towards it. There was something solid blocking their way. Pan and Goten pounded against it furiously. Bra, Goku and Trunks looked around in shock.

Vegeta swore loudly. "Where are we?" He demanded.

"I don't know!" Bra said in a panic. "How did we get here? Who brought us?"

Trunks felt along the wall that seemed to be not there. "The technology here is amazing." He said. "Whoever brought us is very advanced."

"I don't want to know about their gadgets, boy!" Vegeta snapped at his son.

"Really?" Said an unfamiliar voice. They turned to see a person stood there. But as they looked, he didn't seem so human after all. Bra stepped back nervously. The thing chuckled softly. He was skin was strangely pale, and his eyes were a dull red. His hair was chalky and fell past his shoulders in waves.

Gohan's face frowned. "Who are you? Why have you brought us here?" He asked.

"Ah, so many questions!" He laughed.

"You could start by answering a few." Trunks said solemnly.

"Very well." The creature said, his lips curving into a smirk. "You can address me as I.R.Evil."

"You are what?" Bra said with confusion. Trunks motioned for her not to speak.

"For your second question, why are you here?" I.R.Evil continued. "You're needed for a little project I'm working on…"

"What little project?" Pan growled.

I.R.Evil grinned. "With your mixed bloods, I can create an army of unimaginable power." He said.

The others looked around at each other. "…mixed?" Bra asked shakily.

"I took the trouble of analyzing your blood for compatibility." I.R.Evil continued.

Pan's face paled. "…Oh no… That's just wrong…" She stuttered.

Goten was confused. "Pan? What do they mean?"

Pan stared at I.R.Evil. "So, we're basically breeding stock, is that your big plan?"

He smiled. "You're clever too." He slurred.