Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Honour Bound ❯ Chapter eight - Death and dishonour ( Chapter 8 )

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Last time in honour bound

 

“Now he has your princess and he will do to her what he has done to so many others, they will also extract her Saiyan genetics” Krillen concluded.

 

“No they won't” the kings voice broke, as the queen who had broken down completely, upon hearing just what was in store for her daughter, grasped his arm, while Bardock nodded in understanding “they won't get any Saiyan DNA, not from Bulma”.

 

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean father” Vegeta's voice rang out through the now silent room.

 

The king took a deep breath and began “it mean's my son that Bulma”………..

 

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Chapter eight

 

Death and dishonour

 

Just as the king was about to continue a large explosion ripped through the throne room (A.N. ha ha) sending its occupants in every direction as its force tore through them as if they were paper. Stone collapsed, metal twisted and wood burned in the aftermath that was once the room of Vagetasie's kings.

 

Within minutes the dust began to settle from the fallen debris covering the still figures as if surrounding them in a blanket of contentment, while the fires illuminated their bodies giving light to their injuries.

 

Within minutes the palace guards rushed towards the throne room, digging through the rubble in a desperate attempt to extract its occupants. One by one they were gathered up and taken to the medical chambers where they could be assessed and placed within the healing solutions of the regenerations tanks. Only one member of the throne room was beyond any intervention and that was the king.

 

The king was dead; his body had been wrapped protectively around that of his mate. He had given his life in the prospect of saving his queen; however it was too soon to tell if his efforts would be in vain or not.

 

Together with Bardock and Toma, they had taken the brunt of the explosion and as a result the queen was in a terrible state. It had taken the medics several hours to establish all of her injuries, she had lost both her right arm and eye, and had suffered several shattered vertebrae, her once flawless features would now forever be marred by the scars that even the regeneration tanks would not be able to disperse.

 

The room was in silence with just the humming of the machines when Kakkarot who was the first to exit his tank emerged. After noticing the others within the tanks, he quickly showered and changed before he solemnly took a seat and stared at the floating bodies of his father, and that of his brother. His eyes slowly began to cloud over with the unshed tears that were beginning to gather, before they made their way down his cheeks. Absently he brushed them away with the back of his hand, not even attempting to hide them as the medics rushed about with their business.

 

As the hours passed, slowly one by one the tanks let out the familiar beeping sound letting the room's occupants know that the healing process was complete. Nappa and Turles exited their tanks each of their faces held their confusion over what exactly had happened, showering and dressing they made their way to where the queen and prince were held. Both their breaths caught as they gazed their sights upon their queen. This caused Nappa to emit a loud roar, with the promise that someone would pay dearly.

 

“Where's the king” Nappa growled, grabbing the nearest medic by the throat.

 

Kakkarot's voice broke over the commotion causing Nappa to drop the medic to the floor who quickly scrambled away from the hulking warrior. Nappa together withTurles turned to face him upon hearing his broken voice. “He is dead, his body has already been laid in the chapel” he stated in a deadpan voice, unable to meet their wide eyed gaze.

 

Nappa roared again, and pushed past him, not believing his ears as he made his way to the chapel in order to witness for himself what he had just been told.

 

“I better follow him” Turles began “let us know when the new king is out” he finished, looking once to Vegeta, before taking of after Nappa to ensure that the giant Saiyan did not cause too much destruction.

 

Kakkarot sighed and looked towards his long time reluctant friend and crown prince, now king, how he had lost so much. Vegeta had been taken away from his family at a young age, losing his youth and turning him into a cold blood thirsty killer, only to be returned home to this. His sister Bulma had been taken from him by a perverse monster, the queen was barely alive and now his father was dead and he was left to pick up the pieces as Vegetasie's new ruler.

 

Kakkarot closed his eyes thanking the great kings themselves that he had been born a third class, he would never be able to handle this much of a burden, and he began to wonder if Vegeta could. His gaze suddenly moved to that of the human male Krillen, as he felt his ki begin to fluctuate.

 

Krillen's eyes shot open and he immediately began to panic, grasping at the oxygen mask covering his face, as his senses tried to make out where he was and what was happening. A loud beeping followed by a hissing noise only aggravated his panic, before a pair of dark black eyes peered through the glass causing him to cease his actions.

 

Quickly the liquid began to drain and the door slid open, Kakkarot peered inside and beckoned the soggy panic stricken Krillen to follow him, where he gave him a change of clothing and showed him to a shower.

 

Krillen showerd and dressed in silence, his mind a whir with the events that took place within the palace throne room, had this been Yamcha's doing, had Krillen come too close and caused him to panic, or was it someone else entirely, so many questions each without answers.

 

When he exited he was led to a side room by one of the medics in which he could get something to eat and rest, while awaiting what would occur once the rest of the Saiyan's to finish in their tanks. Once he had eaten he lay upon the cot which he had been shown and allowed his eyes to drift shut, only opening them once when a black haired female Saiyan entered the med bay and passed his room as she headed towards where the tanks were and Kakkarot.

 

Kakkarot greeted his mother Kiara as she entered the bay, her eyes were the only thing that gave away her pain. She looked over his shoulder just as Radditz entered pulling the last clasps of his armour together, followed by Toma.

 

At least her son's were safe, now her attention could fully turn to that of her mate. She slowly made her way over to Bardock, running her fingers along the front of the glass, desperately wanting to touch him, to be warmed in his embrace.

 

He had suffered greatly; his spine had been severed in two places, making it impossible to tell whether there would be any permanent damage once he recovered. She sighed as she felt the hands of her son's on each of her shoulders, their attempt to comfort her and let her know that everything would be alright.

 

Her gaze then went to that of the queen and then new king, her mind beginning to wonder what would happen now.

 

Vegeta floated in his tank, his mind awash with turmoil, visions, painful visions, a large explosion, the heat of flames, and the smell of blood and death clouded his every thought. His eyes snapped open at the realisation that it had been real and that he was in a regeneration tank.

 

What the fuck had happened, they were gathered in the throne room for a purpose but what, then it struck him, Bulma. She had been taken from him, someone had dare take what was his, even if she were his sister, no one took what he considered as his property and no man would ever have her, not while their was breath left in his body.

 

Kakkarot rushed over to Vegeta's tank as he felt the new king's ki rise drastically, hell if he let loose in there, he could destroy the whole wing. He hit the emergency release button, instantly draining the blue liquid and releasing the locks, the door hissing as it opened.

 

An extremely angry Vegeta exited his tank to a deathly silent room, his eyes travelled to that of Kakkarot, causing him to feel on edge, something was wrong, and it had nothing to do with Bulma's disappearance.

 

His gaze followed Kakkarot's whose eyes stopped at a singular tank within the room, he instantly caught sight of the lone figure floating within crystal blue liquid, “mother” he whispered, his anger slightly rising as he moved silently across the room, stopping in front of the tank, as is steadily hummed.

 

His eyes roamed over every inch of her, he immediately noticed that she had lost an arm, but it was when he looked upon her face that his eyes widened in shock, at the true extent of her injuries. Where once there had been the beautiful unblemished features of Vegetasie's greatest queen, there was now a mass of scares, her right eye socket still severely swollen from the trauma.

 

Although it shocked him to gaze upon his mother his emotions were not directed at her condition, they were directed at the person who had done this cowardly act. Saiyan's were not to be beat with underhanded tricks such as these, it was no way for any Saiyan to be beaten or meet their demise. Only in battle could a Saiyan truly accept and acknowledge defeat or death no matter how humiliating.

 

“What the fuck happened” he spoke hoarsely.

 

Kakkarot moved across the room to stand at Vegeta's side, he was going to place a hand on his shoulder in order to reassure him, but thought better of it. Feeling Kakkarot's uneasiness, he levelled his eyes to his, “tell me” he said then turned his gaze back to that of the near lifeless body, all thoughts of Bulma temporarily being pushed to the back of his mind.

 

Kakkarot took a deep breath and began to explain to Vegeta about the explosion in the throne room. He informed him that the science department had already found the remains of the bomb, apparently it was based on sonic wave technology which encoded itself into a specific individual's ki, causing it to trigger when they were within its proximity. He then informed him about the others. Kakkarot turned to face his own father, who still like the queen remained in between life and death.

 

Vegeta turned and looked at him, his eyes narrowing into slits, telling him that he knew that was not everything. Kakkarot took a step back and looked towards the floor, he did not know how Vegeta would react to the news of his father, drawing in another deep breath he spoke “your father is dead”.

 

Vegeta just stood there, taking in what Kakkarot had just told him, the king of Vegetasie, his father had been killed. He should be feeling anything, something, but he was not, there were no emotions to break free from his stoic countenance, Freeza had beat them out of him from day one of being in his services. All he felt was that he had been cheated out of taking the crown from the king's cold dead fingers as his father lay dead by his hands, which was tradition.

 

Vegeta was brought out of his train of thought as Nappa and Turles re-entered the medical bay, Nappa looking like he was about to go catatonic with rage, while Turles stood grieving inwardly. Closing his eyes, he began to think of what he needed to do, Bulma was gone, his father had been about to tell him something vital about her, then there was the explosion and now Bardock and the queen were barely alive while the king was dead, and it would be futile to dwell on the matter, he needed to take action and now.

 

“I want everyone in the kings study now” he bellowed, stopping just before the door to add “and bring the human” then he strode towards the showers, grabbing a change of attire, his mind awash with turmoil about what his next actions would be.

 

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Vegeta entered his father's personal study which was adjacent to his chambers; it was the same room Vegeta had been in only a few weeks ago, his father questioning him on his loyalties. He growled, remembering his father words, `I need to know how loyal you are to Freeza', he was about to loose it big time when Kakkarot, Nappa, Turles and Toma entered, with a rather frightened looking Krillen trailing up the rear.

 

Nappa knelt before Vegeta followed by the others with the exception of Krillen who stood by the door in case he needed to make a quick exit.

 

“What is your command my king” Nappa stated, causing Vegeta to blink, the sudden realisation that he was now Vegetasie's new monarch. A small smirk pulled at the corner of his lips, thinking of all the power he could weald at being Vegetasie's crowned ruler, however now was not the time.

 

Vegeta turned his back to them and made his way to his father's desk, gliding his hand across it before pulling out the seat and taking his place, as his father had done so many times before.

 

“We need to make preparations to find Bulma, I want a fast ship, and Kakkarot will be accompanying me as well as this… this human” he began only to be interrupted by Nappa's voice as he raged his protect of Vegetasie's king being needed planet side, and that he would take a troop and search for her himself while Vegeta took care of the business at hand.

 

Vegeta looked hard at Nappa, the thought of him telling, Vegeta the king, that he could not go, how dare he, he would like to have blasted him right there, but knew it would not achieve anything although it would give him a great deal of pleasure, however time was now of the essence.

 

“No, I will go myself, the matter is not open for discussion” Vegeta began, before turning to Toma, “you Toma, will take care of the matters of state while I am gone, as you have done in the past for my father” he finished, awaiting anyone to dare question his decisions, his eyes narrowing as he looked at each of them one by one.

 

Vegeta's stare alone held all their tongues, although you could tell from Nappa's face that he was in total disagreement. Vegeta then beckoned to Krillen and Kakkarot to approach in order to discuss the arrangements, it had been noted that they would have a hard time catching up to Yamcha, however Krillen expressed that Yamcha would no doubt return to Omega prime.

 

It was settled, they would prepare a ship immediately and be gone before nightfall, all they needed was a fast enough ship, while Krillen's ship was equipped to leave straight away, it was too small and slow, to gain the distance they needed in order to catch up to Yamcha.

 

Vegeta was beginning to feel the rage rise again, everything was going against them, how the hell were they going to be able to close the gap, all of Vegetasie's ships were large and too slow for what they needed, and the pods only held one person, meaning that they would run the risk of getting separated.

 

All was beginning to look hopeless until Kakkarot spoke up for the first time since he had been there. “We could always take the Blue Viper” he stated, watching as each pair of eyes transfixed him within their stares. He rolled his eyes before finishing “it's the new prototype Bulma has just finished, it contains it's own cloak, ki shield and weapons for short rage attack, and its fast, real fast” hoping that would solve all their problems as well as remove their eyes from him, it was starting to make him feel uneasy.

 

Vegeta acknowledged Kakkarot's words and commanded that he show him what exactly it was he was talking about.

 

Kakkarot led the highly sceptical troop towards the hanger Bulma used for her most secretive inventions. He punched in the code, something she had given him after she had nearly been crushed by one of her prototypes, and he had blown half the room apart trying to rescue her.

 

With the alarms switched off and the locks released, the doors hissed opened, triggering the lights to illuminate and all eyes to stare towards the centre of the room.

 

In the middle of the hanger stood a large silver ship, it was about one third the size of Vegeta's largest war ships, it was sleek in design, with a narrow front which flared out towards the back, where eight powerful engines sat. Vegeta looked at the ship in awe, it was beautiful, even he had to admit, he began to move towards it, sliding his hand across the cold metal, feeling its sleek texture.

 

“Why is it called the blue viper” Toma asked, while staring in just as much awe as Vegeta if not more, he would have loved to have flown something like this when he had been a warrior, however those days were almost long gone and now he was more of a statesman.

 

Kakkarot moved to the right side of the ship and pointed, “There” he said. All eyes instantly moved towards the underside of the viewing window, where an image of a blue haired woman, holding a blue serpent in a rather provocative manner was painted. Vegeta felt himself chuckle inwardly, while shaking his head, trust her to apply her own image to the thing.

 

Vegeta moved towards the doors, sliding his fingers over the control panel which would open it, now all they had to do was gain access. Kakkarot moved to stand behind him and reached up towards the controls, causing Vegeta to extract his hand.

 

He punched in the code 341832, before turning to look at Vegeta's slightly disgruntled face, making him smile “she said it's her measurements” he simply stated before entering the ship and making his way to the flight deck.

 

While the others stood outside the ship awaiting Vegeta's next command, he entered following Kakkarot, recording everything he saw and passed it to memory. He entered the flight deck, looking around at its size, it was vast in its space, and the controls were towards the front, with two very regal large black animal skin seats.

 

Towards the back on either side of the room was an integrated seat with weapons controls and independent viewing screens, as well as various other station, she really had left nothing out.

 

Kakkarot turned to Vegeta his face suddenly showing slight concern “Um Vegeta” he began. Vegeta turned to his long time and somewhat annoying friend “Who's going to pilot this thing” Kakkarot spoke hoping to the great kings that Vegeta wouldn't kill him instantly for putting a downer on their rescue mission.

 

Vegeta, approached the flight controls, roaming his eyes over the vast switches and levers, scrutinising each and every one and what they were for before answering simply “I am” he then turned and exited the flight deck to inspect the rest of the ship.

 

There were numerous cabins with en-suite bathing facilities, a med lab with six regeneration tanks, two mess halls, a training room and a gravity room. He smiled as he passed the gravity room making his way to a set of rooms which were behind a large black door, he opened it and entered into what he found to be the royal suite.

 

His eyes instantly moving towards the large black covered bed, adorned with heavy black and gold drapery, something he found he could certainly live with, there was also a large bathroom and a small parlour.

 

After Vegeta had finished his inspection which also included the engine room, he sought out Kakkarot and exited the ship where he immediately dismissed the others to make ready the preparations, while he went to the chapel to pay his respects to his father before they left.

 

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The chapel was cold, dark and eerily silent; all that could be heard were the faint breathing of the two guards who stood watching over the body of the late king, and the slight swaying of the incense burners which hung from the ceiling, gently omitting a soothing aroma of sandalwood and soft musk. In the distance the faint sound of bells could be heard ringing in the capital notifying everyone that the king had died

 

Vegeta entered the chapel, instantly drawing attention from the two guards who knelt on one knee with their right hand over their heart in a sign of proper respect for their king, for now Vegeta was king. He silently acknowledged their show of allegiance and dismissed them, watching as they left and resumed their silent guard outside the doors leaving him completely alone.

 

He moved over to his fathers corpse, noting how at peace he looked even with his injuries, he began to wonder if he would look that peaceful when his time came, probably not, he had not known peace in seven years and with Freeza still alive he doubted he ever would, making his mind drift to that of the lizard.

 

How would he react once he found out about the kings demise, would he release Vegeta from his services knowing full well that Vegetasie was his responsibility, or would he simply demand his life as was his by right of power, this idea making Vegeta's anger flare.

 

Who was Freeza to demand anything of him, had not he already taken a part of his life as well as his pride, but he knew he was not strong enough to beat him, not yet. He growled low in his throat in frustration, damning himself for his weakness and inability to ascend into the legendary.

 

He turned his thoughts back to his father, cursing him for his untimely demise, fuck how could he be so foolish as to allow himself to die by a simple explosion, leaving him the responsibility of sorting out all the mess. His thought suddenly went to that of Bulma, and what Krillen had said Yamcha would do.

 

Vegeta felt his power radiating as his anger rose, if Yamcha had touched her in any way he would kill him oh so slowly, working his way from his feet up, leaving no bone unbroken, no torture method unused, hell he would do it anyway, but just the thought of him touching her made his blood boil. He shook all thoughts of Bulma, his father and Freeza out of his head as he left the chapel in search of Toma, in order to go over any immediate issues.

 

He found Toma in the remains of the throne room, going over the reconstruction with the palace architects. Toma had instructed them to redo the throne room to how it had originally been designed, however the final decision on the throne and décor would be left for Vegeta to decide as was his right as king.

 

Vegeta and Toma made their way to the royal dining chamber which Toma had set up as a temporary throne room in which he and the council could discuss matters of state while the new one was being rebuilt. Toma went over several urgent matters with Vegeta, before he called for the rest of the council in order to hear the new king's commands.

 

Vegeta left Toma with the council several hours later angrier and more frustrated than ever, how dare they question his rule, hell, he was now ruler of Vegetasie, and his rule was absolute. He had quickly lost his temper and blasted several members, although not fatally it was enough for Toma to step in and take over, giving Vegeta the opportunity to make his exit.

 

Making his way down to the viper's hanger, he was meat by one of Bulma's research assistants, carrying an array of what looked like little pellets, the scientist quickly stopped in his tracks and practically threw himself to the floor, almost dropping his burden in his efforts to show his respect to his new king. Vegeta almost laughed at the man's pathetic attempts to regain his balance, before addressing him.

 

“My king” Portan began “I have your supplies ready for you” lifting up the bundle of pellet like objects and practically thrusting them under his nose, Vegeta frowned while he scrutinised what was being offered to him.

 

“What the fuck is this shit” he hissed, to the now terrified man cowering before him, the pellets rolling around the tray, as if trying to make their own escape.

 

“it's…….it's the new capsules princess Bulma constructed from the earth technology she acquired” the frightened man stuttered.

 

Upon hearing Bulma's name Vegeta calmed himself and took one of the little objects in his hand studying it before asking the scientist Portan to explain how they worked. Within a few minutes Vegeta had grasped the workings of the capsules and what each design was utilised for. He quickly took them from Portan, who was only too glad to give them to him and took his leave.

 

When Vegeta arrived at the hanger, Krillen and Kakkarot were already boarding with their belongings. Vegeta made his way over to the ship and pushed them out of his way while as he boarded, and going directly to the flight deck.

 

He deposited the capsule in one of the storage compartments then took his seat and began the take off procedures. The ships computer came to life as did the various control panels, it's dull lifeless voice, beginning it's countdown procedure.

 

As the ship began to shake from the powering of its engines the hanger roof opened up and the thrusters engaged. Kakkarot and Krillen just made it to their seats before the ship blasted upwards, the pressure causing them temporary paralysis.

 

It took only several minutes for the ship to clear Vegetasie's atmosphere and then it was gone, leaving only an ion trail in its wake.

 

Vegeta sat back in his chair, looking out at the stars as they passed, the last time he had been sitting like this was when he was returning to Vegetasie having been dismissed by Freeza. He growled at the mere thought of that bastard,

 

Kakkarot who was sitting next to Vegeta brought him out of his train of thought when his stomach decided to put in its appearance by growling incessantly. He turned towards the third class warrior, who put his hand behind his head and began to laugh with embarrassment, causing Vegeta's stomach to answer the call to food with its own chorus of growling, making him frown.

 

Vegeta set the automatic pilot then unbuckled his seatbelt, and made his way to the exit of the deck, grabbing the food capsules from the storage unit before heading towards one of the mess halls, followed closely behind by Kakkarot and Krillen.

 

Once in the mess hall, Vegeta pressed the little button on one of the capsules, tossing it onto the table and stood back and waited. Within mere second the capsule boomed and emitted a cloud of smoke causing Kakkarot to cough while waving his hands about in an attempt to disperse it.

 

Once the cloud of smoke cleared, the once empty table was covered with twenty platters of various meats, fruits and beverages. Kakkarot's mouth began to instantly water at the sight of all the food, hurriedly he and Vegeta delved in and began to consume the food at an incredible speed, all the while Vegeta eyeing the other Saiyan as he protected he food with his arm. Krillen just stood there watching the two living, breathing eating machines.

 

Kakkarot looked up from his meal to see Krillen looking at them in complete awe. He beckoned him to sit down and get something while there was still any food left, before Vegeta and he cleared the lot. Hesitantly Krillen took a seat and placed a small amount of food onto one of the empty platters and began to silently eat; only looking up now and again at the rooms two other occupants.

 

Vegeta was first to break the silence, as he demanded that Krillen told him as much as he knew about Omega Prime. Krillen explained that it was an over populated planet whose indigenous population had been almost wiped out and was now filled with vast colonies of various species, many who despised each other more than Freeza.

 

Many of the colonies were made up of refugees whose planets had been destroyed, some by Vegeta himself, although he kept that bit of information from the other two. They would have enough to worry about without the backlash from those holding grudges against Freeza's killing machine. The rest of the planet was made up of criminals, vagrants and your basic low life's trying to keep a low profile.

 

Although Yamcha and Gero, went about the planet freely buying components needed for Yamcha's perverse machines as well as Gero's, and were known to many of its occupants especially in the sleazier areas, no one knew exactly where their basis of operation was. All anyone knew was it was underground in the southern most part of the desert region.

 

As the conversation began to dry up as well as the food, Vegeta got up and made his way to the gravity room, to test it out. After about six hours, Vegeta was beginning to get distracted; various images of Bulma kept popping into his head at the most inopportune moments.

 

Although the thoughts of Yamcha touching her angered and sickened him, the thoughts of what the machines could do began to bring out his sadistic side. Just thinking about her strapped to a table screaming in pleasure, as long as it was him at the controls made him hard.

 

Shaking the thoughts from his mind, Vegeta reset the gravity room controls, before exiting to the royal suite for a shower and much needed sleep. He arrived at the suite and stripped off his attire, noticing he was still painfully hard. He cursed under his breath, he hadn't even thought about bringing a whore to relieve him if the need arose, although considering last time he doubted she would be able to help him, only Bulma could now do that.

 

He set the shower on and stepped in under its hot spray, letting the water glide over his muscular torso, soothing each and every inch of his body. Vegeta looked down at his still prominent erection; it had no intention of going away not without at least a little satisfaction. He growled low before grasping his shaft in his left hand while using his right to brace himself against the shower wall.

 

He let his mind move to that of Bulma, her long blue hair, deep blue eyes, perfect full red lips, lips that should be wrapped around his aching member, pleasuring him now. He skilfully began to move his hand up and down in a firm and determined manner, hissing at the feelings coursing through him as his brought himself near to his release.

 

He focused his mind fully on Bulma, and what her mouth would do to him, and within mere minutes Vegeta threw his head back, roaring at his climax as he spilled his seed over his hand and abdomen, he looked down and growled at the sight before the steady stream of water washed all evidence from him.

 

Hastily Vegeta grabbed the cleansing bar and scrubbed at his body, before cleaning his hair and tail. He then turned off the water and stepped out of the cubicle, flaring his ki to dry himself before making his way over to the bed and throwing himself face down upon it and drifting into the usual nightmare filled sleep.

 

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Krillen made his way to his cabin, his eyes immediately roving over the interior of the room. It was a silver metallic in colour, with a very large cot in the middle, obviously thought out with the average Saiyan in mind. As well as the cot, there was a desk and chair made out of a type of wood and a small closet. The bathroom was fitted with a simple shower, wash unit and pan, adequate enough for the best warrior's use.

 

He picked up his bag and sat down on his cot, resting his back against the headrest. Slowly he began to pull the items out one by one, suddenly stopping as his hand grasped a small crumpled piece of paper like material. He pulled it out and stared at the face pictured on it, slowly he ran his fingers across the surface, whispering “18”. He quickly stuffed it under the pillow and stripped of his clothing, before making his way over to the shower before settling down to rest.

 

Kakkarot threw his belongings into his cabin before heading back to the flight deck in order to keep watch; he took his seat in the pilots chair and leaned back whilst gazing out over the many stars and planets they passed.

 

His eyes then moved over to travel across the various controls, how they confused him, granted Kakkarot was an exceptionally skilled fighter and warrior with a natural ability, anything mechanical he found dumbfounding added to his complacency and people tended to think him stupid. It was only through perseverance that he was able to utilise basic controls and mechanisms, yet for him it was enough.

 

If truth be told, he found everything scientific and technological boring, maybe that was why he preferred his home in the mountains, it was nearly all natural surroundings, very different from the palace or where he was now.

 

He was brought out of his musings, by the communications device as it started blinking and making a blipping noise. He clicked the switch and Toma's face appeared on the screen, instantly making a small knot appear in his stomach as he started to worry that the news would not be good.

 

“Toma is everything alright” Kakkarot asked the worry evident in his voice.

 

Kakkarot could clearly see Toma wave his hands in an obvious attempt to alleviate any concerns, “everything is fine Kakkarot, I'm just calling to let you know that both the queen and your father are healing well, although they both still have a long way to go” Toma hurriedly spoke.

 

“I see” Kakkarot replied both happy that the news was not bad, but also sad that their conditions had not improved much.

 

Toma and Kakkarot then spent the next hour taking about what was going on planet side, the people had not taken the death of the king well, and many of the council members were lacking faith in the prospect of Vegeta being able to handle the affairs of state at such a young and volatile age, especially having been a violent soldier in Freeza's army.

 

Vegeta made his way to the flight deck several hours later to find Kakkarot still sitting in the pilots seat, his legs swinging freely over the side, while his tail twitched lazily over the backrest, only the soft purring made it known that he was asleep.

 

Upon hearing Vegeta enter the room, Kakkarot slowly opened his eyes, coming face to face with a very Smirking Vegeta, who simply gestured with his hand that Kakkarot better vacate or be blasted.

 

Kakkarot, taking the rather crude hint, was instantly on his feet and making his way to the exit, hoping to grab a quick shower before getting something to eat.

 

Vegeta sat in the pilots seat checking on the progress, it would take them another five days to get to Omega prime, where he would start his hunt for the bastard Yamcha and find Bulma, he just hoped that she would be alright and give Yamcha hell until he was able to get there.

 

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Bulma awoke in a small dimly lit cell, the smell having assaulted her senses before the vision of it did. It was rank with the stench off bodies, and other more heinous remains. She slowly sat up on the cold stone floor, instantly grabbing hold of her head from the immense pain. Where was she, and how long had she been here she had no idea. The last thing she remembered was Vegeta leaving her in her room when the alarms went off and then Yamcha.

 

`Yamcha', her heartbeat increased with panic as her eyes quickly scanned her surroundings in an attempt to see if he was there. She breathed a sign of relief when she found no sign of him, she shakily get to her feet and moved over to the bars, pressing her face against them in an attempt to gain a better view of where she was. As she gazed around she notices many cells all of which were empty, except one.

 

As her vision grew better, she was able to make out the small figure of a woman curled up in the cell opposite her. The woman looked about her height, only more built and with long black hair, wearing a blue and red dress with long pants and blue boots. She looked around her double checking no others were there and called to her, hoping to gain the other woman's attention.

 

“Hey, Hey you there” Bulma whispered, when the other woman didn't answer, Bulma raised her voice a little higher, “Hey you. Are you alive in there”.

 

This time the other woman turned and gazed at Bulma, slowly she got to her feet and moved to the cell bars much as Bulma had. “Yeah I'm alive, but somehow, I know I'm gonna wish I wasn't”, the other woman said.

 

The words were not lost on Bulma, she had a feeling her time with Yamcha would not be a pleasant one, however she could not let fear get the better of her. She needed to know what was going on and plan her escape and maybe this woman was her ticket out of here.

 

“I'm Bulma, from Vegetasie, who are you and do you know why Yamcha has taken me” Bulma began.

 

The other woman blinked a few times before answering “My name is Chi Chi, I'm from earth”, she then hesitated before continuing “and the reason that fucker Yamcha has taken you is because he is a sick fuck who will rape and torture you then hand you over to Gero” she finished, watching as Bulma's face dropped in shock and horror at her words.

 

Bulma started to panic and pace the room, she needed to get out of there and now, there was no way in hell she was going to let anyone rape her, let alone torture her. The other woman noticing Bulma's state spoke up.

 

“You don't have to worry about that now, he has just taken a Hellion girl, so that gives you, well us about a week until he has finished with her” Chi Chi proclaimed in a deadpan voice, only the hint of her worry showing through.

 

Bulma swallowed hard, great king's how could anyone endure a week of being raped and tortured by Yamcha. She began to feel the bile rise in her throat, quickly running to the small metal pan in the corner before emptying her stomach into it. She wiped her mouth with her sleeve, before returning to the cell bars, noticing Chi Chi still there.

 

“We need to escape and now” Bulma stated matter of factly.

 

“Yeah, be my guest” Chi Chi spat.

 

Bulma stared hard at Chi Chi, she couldn't be much older than she was, but it seemed that she had lost all hope in getting away, making her wonder how many time she had tried. “Have you tried to escape here” she called.

 

Chi Chi looked at Bulma as if she had grown another head “No, I've sat on my arse since being captured….. of course I've tried to escape but all the locks are electronic and I forgot my tool kit” she spoke, with obvious sarcasm in her voice.

 

Bulma smiled and moved her hand into the top of her training suit and pulled out a small capsule thanking the great kings she had grabbed it with the suit “Well I didn't forget mine” she gloated, before clicking the button and tossing it behind her. A small pop and a cloud of smoke later and a small tool kit lay on the floor.

 

Chi Chi's eyes widened, she moved closer to the bars grabbing hold of them the obvious hope illuminated in her eyes. If only this Bulma person could get them out of here, she prayed to the great Kami that she could.

 

Bulma picked up the tool kit and moved to the control panel on the outside of the bars, being small she had no problem getting her arm through; it would just be tricky working blindsided. She picked up a small tool and started prodding at the panel, hearing small clicks and sparking sounds before the thing gave off a small electrical jolt, enough to throw Bulma back but not enough to knock her out.

 

She gave a large grin when the lock clicked and the door released, she grabbed her tools and gingerly opened the door, before moving to stand in front of Chi Chi's cell. She proceeded to do the same to the other cell, almost jumping for joy as the door opened and out stepped the black haired woman.

 

Chi Chi quickly moved in front of Bulma, and bade her to stand behind so that she could move up ahead and scope the rest of the place out. They walked through the dimly lit corridor which housed more cells on either side until they reached a door.

 

Chi Chi placed her hand to it, trying to detect if there was anyone else on the other side. She slowly tried the door and found it to be unlocked. Carefully she opened it and peered at what lay on the other side, her eyes widening in abject horror.

 

“Going somewhere” the dulcet feminine voice questioned.

 

Cold blue eyes stared into dark black one's, Chi Chi slowly moved back into the cell corridor, swallowing hard at the woman in front of her, “No it can't be, not you”.

 

 

 

 

 

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AN: well that's it for now, sorry about the delay really had a hard time with this chapter, still don't like it, but can't seem to get it right.

 

Lack of reviews is really putting a downer on things but I'm trying to not let that get to me, it just makes me wonder if my story is really shite.

 

Anyway, enough negativity from me I'll try to update soon.