Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Little Slave Girl ❯ Escape! ( Chapter 13 )

She was inside her head, again, and this time it felt different than when she was trying to direct her to switch which opens the wall panel. Rowyn's presence there felt...stronger, more in control. Ryven had to hold part of herself back or risk being lost in the starfilled void which was Rowyn's mind at times. Rowyn, for her part, held herself in check and only shared that part of her which allowed Ryven see out of her eyes, use her memories.

** The `lift is down the corridor and to the right...** Rowyn's voice inside her head sounded anxious and, thusly linked, she felt the younger elf's nervousness, knew that if something were to happen she would be all alone, at the mercy of these people who had all ready done so much to hurt her.

Nodding mentally, crawling out of the space only when she could sence no one was about, Ryven was determined to put her friend's fear to rest. Using Rowyn's eyes, she mapped out the course to the bridge, eluding officers and crewmembers, having a few close calls, until she reached it.

** There's a computer console,** Rowyn directed, as she crouched in the shadows, hardly breathing for fear of being caught, ** In the corner, blocked by a large control board, if you can get to it, the control board should shield you from view long enough to get what you need...**

Doing so, Ryven looked up at the screen, her heart beating a mile a minute as people walked around and talked and worked behind her. Having the translator chip still clipped to her clothing made it easy for her to understand them, but it did not make her any less scared. She blinked at the screen, green writting on a black background, at a loss as to what to do next.

Thankfully, Rowyn had slipped in and out of restricted areas when she wasn't being kept as a pet for the Princess, out of sheer boredom and knew her way around a computer, oddly enough! Using Ryven's hands as her own, she let fly across the keyboard until she accessed what they needed.

Seeing a disk about the size of her thumb upon the table, Ryven placed it into the slot and hit the copy button, downloading the information they needed onto the disk. Afterwards, she carefully secured it inside her tunic.

** Now, we need to think of way to get this back to Papa...** Ryven thought and sent to Rowyn at the same time.

** There's no need,** Rowyn answered, smiling mentally, ** I saw what was on the screen, I know where we are heading and you can tell him...**

** That's great! ** Ryven sighed, realived, turning around, ** I can't wait to hug...**

Her thought was cut short but a strong pair of hands grabbing her under her arms and yanking her out from where she'd crouched back down after she'd completed her work. Crying out, she looked up to see a tall, slender woman with hair the same hue as the Princess, staring down at her as if she were some kind of oddity. The two security guards holding her, even though she was still struggling, had grips like steel.

"So, your the one who has been crawling all through my ship's innards like a rodent," The woman said, leaning down to cup Ryven's chin hin her icy grip, forcing her to look towards her, Ryven glared, but fought the urge to spit at her, "You`ve killed two of my best guards, little vermin, hmmm, Now, I can`t have you running loose around my vessel, can I? Take her to the brig, I'll deal with her later..."

Spinning around, as Ryven was dragged from the bridge, the woman said; "Find the other elf! Now!" She left to go speak to her daughter, dreading the whining little brat.

Frantically, Ryven sent; ** Rowyn! They've caught me! Run! Run! I'll send to Papa, give him the images from the computer screen! Please don't let them catch you! **

Gasping, Rowyn felt the connection between herself and Ryven snap and she could only guess at what was happening. Aching and scared, she prepared to move, knowing that not only did her own life, but the life of her friend depended on her. She'd never rescued anyone in her life, but it looked as if the that may just come down to it....

~*~*~

"Mother! I want to see the little elf now!" Yarrah whined, stamping her foot for the uptenth time, "Now!"

"Yarrah!" The Queen folded her arms over her breasts, glaring down at the daughter she had come, slowly, to hate, "I am so tired of your tone..."

"I don't care what your tired of!" The Princess said, "I want my slave!"

"There is some...official business that much be taken care of first, Daughter," Her mother said, sighing, her head aching between her eyes, "I'm sure you can understand that we don't always get what we want, not even royalty...but, you should be happy, we are almost home..."

"I am not happy!" She sniffed, sitting on the end of her bed, pouting, "Not at all!"

"I know, Yarrah," She answered, walking toward the door, "But sometimes we all have to make sacrifices..."

No, Mother, Yarrah thought, her mouth curving up in a sadistic grin, It's time for you to make the sacrifice...I'm old enough to wear the crown, you've been Queen for too long...it's time someone else to take over the throne...

~*~*~

The wind was picking up, blowing his cape about his shoulders, his gi rippling along his muscular body as he stood there, outside the cave he'd used as a place of solitude for so long, gazing out across the landscape. It was early evening and soon the lifegiving sun would be bedding down for the night, the moon rising up in her place.

Sighing, he thought that he felt something missing and realized, long before now, that it was his child's presence at his side.

** She'll be okay, Piccolo-san. ** Kami's voice was quiet in his mind, reasurring.

** Sure, she's a strong girl, she knows how to handle herself,** Came Nail's response, ** You've taught her well...**

** Her inner strength, rather than her physical strength will get her and Rowyn through..** Kami added before falling silent.

Abruptly, a scream of pain and fear exploded inside Piccolo's head. Crying out, more in shock than pain, he held his head and gasped, nearly losing his balance and falling from the edge of the cliff on which he stood. Not that he couldn't have just caught himself in mid-fall, but still.

"Ryven!" He cried, still hearing her mindscream inside his head, sounding so close, yet so far away. He caught flashes of images, as if he were seeing through her eyes, seeing what she was seeing and realized that, amongst the horror and pain, she was trying to send him what he needed to find her.

** The corridants! ** Kami cried, hurting Piccolo's already pouding head, **Now we can go after them! **

Without waiting a moment longer, he lifted himself up into the air and took off towards Capsule Corp, Ryven's message fresh in his mind.

~*~*~

She struggled and glared at both of the guards who held her, crying out a in pain as she felt the familar metal cuffs clasp about her wrists in front of her, holding her more securely. She didn't speak as they dragged her down the corridor towards the brig. She could understand what they said as they spoke over her head, but acted like she didn't, she had a feeling it come in handy pretending not to understand them.

"This is the one who's caused all the trouble?" One asked, laughing, "Such a little thing!"

"I know, Haar!" His partner replied, "What a joke! I always thought those fools were too soft for royal gurads!"

"Your telling me, X'ke" Haar said, laughing, when suddenly, he paused, looking at Ryven's back where her sword was hanging in it's sheath, "What's this? Didn't you think to search her for weapons, idiot?!"

"I didn't see it!" Haar cried, offended, "Her hair was in the way!"

Yes, yes, yes, take it from me!

Ryven thought, knowing what would happen if they ventured to examine the blade outside the scabbard. She felt them fumbling with the clasping wich held the sheath to the band about her chest, removing it from her. She cried out, pretending to be angry they'd take her sword from her.

"Pretty scabbard, X'ke..." Haar said, "Not really my taste thought, let's see what..."

He pulled the sword from the scabbard, as soon as he pulled the sword from it's sheath, he screamed in surprise and agony. His arm, ripped from it's socket in a bloody mess, lay at his feet. He dropped the sword, crying out and holding his bleedig stump, right on the foot of the other guard! Wearing boots, the other guard's bare skin did not touch the blade. He kicked it aside and went to his friend, bending down over him.

"X'ke! X'ke!" He cried, "Are you...?"

Without waiting, Ryven kicked him in the back of the head, knocking him into Haar, a series of kicks and an final bashing over the head with her cuffed wrists, and two more guards were out of the way. She fumbled in Haar's clothing for the key to the handcuffs and, using her teeth clumsily, got herself free once more.

She paused only long enough to grab her sword and wipe the blade upon X'ke's tunic before returning it to her scabbard and lashing it back onto herself. She ran as fast as she could down the corridor, found another wall panel and got it open.

Slipping though, she re-attached the panel and began to crawl, her heart beating wildly in her chest, hardly having time to consider her close call!