Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Juggernaut ❯ The Butchers Part 2 ( Chapter 3 )

Juggernaut

By The Eternity Dragon

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The day was warm; insects flew lazily from flower to flower, the air rose up from the

baking ground.

Creating a shimmering heat haze around the child's feet.

Sapphire hair cascading down her back as the blue eyed wonder bent to pluck another

daisy from the earth; the soil was pleasantly warm without being too dry, and the

young female set about constructing her daisy chain.

A man stood a few meters behind her reading a news paper and looking up at the sky

every few minutes as though checking for rain in a cloudless sky.

The child stood up; daisy chain completed, she grinned in triumph setting the frail

necklace about her small head.

She smiled at the man behind her, he however did not smile back, neither did he seem

to notice the fruit of the child's labour, his head was turned upwards and his eyes

were now scanning the sky.

The youngster squealed in protest.

How dare he not appreciate her efforts?

Her cry of indignation was cut short, the ground began to tremble

beneath her feet as though made of jelly, and her ear drums were bombarded with

a sudden infestation of sound.

Looking up into the deep indigo sky the child could see hundreds of little black dots

like a swarm of locust zooming towards her, as she watched the 'insects' steadily

growing larger and larger.

The child frowned; insects don't glint.

The man yelled and lunged for the girl, picking her up effortlessly, he turned and ran,

but it was already too late, streaks of red like enormous hot coals spat by the sun

plummeted into the earth like popcorn.

Gigantic clouds of dirt and rubble flew hundreds of feet into the air, trees fell,

buildings collapsed, people began to scream as the panic and realisation of what was

happening, hit them.

Among the yells of frustration and turmoil, one voice could be heard amongst the rest;

a panicked cry from an old man with a stick, sunglasses and a white beard.

"They're early! They're early!"

The scene would forever remain imprinted in the child's memory as one of the

'insects' came into view.

Slamming into the baking earth in front of them creating; a crater almost a mile deep

and a mile wide, were hundreds of them……….. scattered across the earth's surface

almost carelessly.

The child glanced fearfully down at the one that had landed closest to them.

A huge ball that sparkled iridescently in the afternoon sun, it had one red window

which reminded the child of the eye of a dragon she had once seen in a fairy tale

book.

She whimpered quietly; into the man's shoulder as a loud hissing noise issued forth

from the circular sphere.

A bulky creature stepped out of the compartment, humanoid in appearance and yet not

so. The large female would forever plague the child in her most chilling nightmares,

buried in the innermost suppressed corner of her mind, only to be awakened in

the middle of the night, when its darkness is the most terrifying to be haunted by the

creatures face and guttural voice.

The thing opened its mouth and laughed; it was a horrible sound, like someone's nails

being scraped across a blackboard. The girl felt the man shudder. He set her down on

the ground, his lavender hair falling into his eyes, 'Run.'

The child ran, stumbling over the cracked and broken ground, the rasping sound from

the creature's mouth continued and against the child's greater judgement…… she

glanced back.

The being; had raised its arm up towards the man; a long shiny thing with a hole in

one end, raised in the man's direction.

The monster stopped laughing and said gruffly, 'Metraka Lei Gratior.'

The words of death:

'Let the demon receive you.'

And shot him.

The second seemed to last forever, frozen in the child's eye and recorded into her

mind, the red beam suspended in mid air, all other noises and movement growing still.

The sound of her own small heart fluttering in panic.

A searing pain had shot through her left eye as though someone had rammed a

scorching needle through her pupil, then everything began to speed up again. She

watched horrified; as in slow motion, the man crumpled into a heap at the tyrant's

feet, a massive red, bleeding hole emblazoned through his chest.

The girl screamed, the daisy chain fell from her head, tears flooded her eyes as the

dead mans' eyes met hers.

'Run.'

He mouthed, before all life escaped him…………

She fled, small stubby legs carrying her at a speed surprising for her height.

She disappeared into the crowd, changed forever.

The daisy chain was left; broken and forgotten on the dusty earth.

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Bulma woke to the usual morning herald of moans and screams that echoed around

her cell, she groaned inwardly opening her sticky eyes and gazing blearily at the

ceiling of her prison.

Everything about the room was disgusting, the ceiling was caked in dirt and blood, the

only source of light was a small burning oil lamp just outside her cell.

The problem with that was the fact that the smoke that the oil produced blotted out

most of the light the small flame could muster.

She coughed, immediately regretting doing so 1 because her throat felt as though it

was full of tiny needles and 2 because she didn't have enough energy to waste in on

coughing.

She closed her eyes again, dirty blue hair falling past her lips as she did so irritating

her nose, Bulma squeezed her eyes tightly shut trying to remember the dream.

It was still on the edge of her mind, fading quickly into the blackness; she had to catch

before it escaped her all together.

Falling, she had remembered falling, falling where?

She frowned subconsciously, deep groove lines permeating her dirty skin; there had

been something very strange about it.

She sighed, she just couldn't recollect what it was.

Bulma tugged useless at the manacles chaining her to the bed, Saiya-jins didn't make

things that could be broken out of easily.

She felt a knot of hate bubble up in her stomach as she thought about them, all of her

hate whirl around her consuming her from within.

A life time of memories; a life time of hate and loathing,……. and now this.

She felt sick, every cell in her body screamed the indignation to her, she pulled at the

manacles again determined to break free, determined to pry her self loose.

No such luck, the diamond encrusted chains held fast, determined not to vomit, Bulma

turned her face towards the ceiling without really taking in the dirt in crusted wall.

She tried to remember the dream again, what had been so bizarre about it?

An odd feeling had been with held inside of the ever changing landscapes of her mind

eye, something she'd only ever felt long ago…….

Bulma eyes jerked open in alarm, someone was coming down her corridor, a large

someone by the sound of it.

A Saiya-jin.

She tried to control the loathing that she felt hurling against her mind and body; it was

already taking all of her restrain to keep from screaming at the top of her voice, she

bit her lip hard, making sure no unwanted sound could issue forth from it.

The Saiya-jin in question was tall; with hair that defied all the rules that gravity had

laid out for it, deep onyx black eyes and profound scars in the shape of a cross on his

right cheek.

He would have been attractive to her, had he not have had a tail, to Bulma it

symbolised the most repulsive fact that nature had shown her, the fact that he was and

always would be a Saiya-jin warrior; and as far as she was concerned they were all

monsters.

The Male leaned forwards inspecting the sign above, his eyes slowly travelled across

the floor and to were she lay chained to the bed, his pupils contracted suddenly as if

surprised by her appearance.

What did he expect?!

This wasn't exactly a 5 star luxury hotel!

It wasn't called a detention centre for no good reason.

He did seem however to recover himself quickly, he straightened up and pulled a

metallic card key from his breast plate pocket, 'Are you Bulma Brianaria Briefs?'

His voice sounded like sand paper, low and rasping, reminding Bulma forcefully of a

frogs croak.

"Isn't that what it says on the sign?" she hissed back, "But I wouldn't be surprised if

you couldn't."

She knew she was pushing her luck, Saiya-jins weren't at all into being civil to

'lesser' species like human, she would probably be punished for this insubordination

later, not that she cared.

His eyes narrowed, 'I asked you a question, human, I expect to be given an adequate

answer.' The man smiled nastily showing his white pointed canines, 'Unless of course

the question was too difficult for you. I'm told human tolerance for accurate

information is low.'

His eyes glinted with triumph as Bulma's cheeks flushed a light crimson, her eyes

flashed dangerously, as she tugged at the cuffs around her wrist bruising the bone and

tainting the flesh.

'Now answer me human!' the male spat at her, 'Is that or is that not your name?

Answer me now before I initiate a more persuasive method of information extraction

on your pretty face.'

A prickling sensation ran up and down Bulma's skin raising the hairs on her arms and

legs; she began to shiver uncontrollably; she felt physically sick with rage and

irrepressible anger.

She felt the blood pumping in her ears and her croaky reply of, "Yes."

The man smiled sardonically back at her, "Good; I knew we'd get there some how."

His teeth bared at her in animalistic triumph he slashed the metallic object through the

identity chip reader; the machine beeped its approval deactivating the fore-field

around Bulma squalid prison.

He walked slowly and carefully across the room, never taking his eyes for the 19 year

old in front of him, Bulma watched him carefully; noting that he moved slowly but

gracefully, no movements were without a reason yet he did not have the air of a

soldier.

He was most likely a Tech, stretching out his hand Bulma immediately recoiled

expecting a harsh blow to fall across her face for her earlier cheek; nothing happened.

Opening on eye and glancing cautiously up she saw the man's face was etched with

some strange emotion that she could not identify or recall ever seeing before save her

earliest memories.

She supposed later that it must have been a mixture of pity and concern, the man

smiled; the gesture deepening the scar lines on his face and Bulma's eyes travelled up

the mans face to a red cloth that wrapped around his forehead, it material was a dark

red, she wondered briefly wither or not it was stained with blood or if it was just a

natural occurrence.

"My name is Bardock." He said simply fitting a small key into the manacles that

bound her to the bed, "Why are you tied up like this anyway?"

His voice was deeper now more relaxed; the tones were soothing in a way, an

assurance that this man was not about to take advantage of her as other men might

have done.

Bulma wondered why this 'Bardock' person didn't make the same advances on her

that the prison guards so often did.

"I-" she searched for the words she was unused to this level of kindness being shown

to her, the Saiya-jin guards never took much notice of human females, only if they

were bored and wished for some 'entertainment'.

"Refused to render a guard the entertainment that he so required."

Her voice was quiet and devoid of emotion, but inside her mind was reeling;

memories from the night before played in front of her eyes; the reeling comments

from the alcohol tainted guard, the way he had tried to seduce her in front of the other

prisoners, her friends.

The embarrassment of the moment still rang clearly in her ears, the alcohol ridden lips

of the Saiya-jin; the burning sensation of intense shame and fury as she spat into the

drunkards eyes and twisted his tail about her fingers in a manner meant to cause

intense pain, the hot ridicule of pain as she was quickly disciplined for her lack of

respect for the Saiya-jin soldiers.

She shuddered; she didn't want to remember anymore, she just wanted to forget

everything that had happened.

And most of all she just wanted to die.

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K?

Not to exciting more history than plain old action but oh well…….

And by the way I'm not updating Separate Beds until I get a whole lot of reviews for this story!

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