Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love Transcending ❯ A Taste Of Brutality And A Meeting ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3 - A Taste Of Brutality And A Meeting

Bulma stood on the other side of the door listening, she was more afraid than ever. She was alone, so she had to stand up for herself. Normally, she had no trouble with this. But this wasn't her planet and these weren't high school bullies or dinosaurs with Dragonballs in their pouches, she was out of her depth. She picked up the scouters and tossed them on the desk, and sat down in front of them, resting her chin on her hands just stared at them.

She sat there for awhile and suddenly became aware of voices, soft but still there. She looked behind her, gently setting down the half dismantled scouter. She knelt on her knees and pressed her ear to the ground. Nothing. She crawled around in the general direction and soon she found its source. A small grate on the floor. She listened again, then began to lift it up, so she could look down. It lead into the air ducts, and they were pretty tight, but Bulma was sure she could crawl around in them if she breathed in. She lowered herself in, testing its weight and holding her breath. She stretched her legs behind her until she was able to get her head under the edge of the grate. She then grasped her hands forward and felt for a ridge, and using her fingers managed to pull herself, slowly but quietly, along the duct. Every so often she paused to hear the voices, and followed the direction. She soon came across a tunnel where the voices seemed louder and there was a shaft of light coming through the darkness. She hauled herself to the grate, which this time was on her side rather than above her. She peered through, trying to keep a quiet and hidden as possible. She saw the back of Fureiza's chair, and facing him some other warriors. She moved her head up and down to look through the slats, and saw one was Nappa. She could also make out that there were 3 others. One stood on Nappa's left, and had long, wild black hair. He was extremely muscled, sour faced, and he also had a tail, which was curled about his waist. The one on Nappa's other side had shorter hair, but was pulled back into a band at the back. He would have been handsome had it not been for the scar which ran across his eye, leaving it white and still. The scars reminded her of Yamcha, and her heart wrenched. His tail was lashing behind him angrily, and he seemed to be nodding in agreement with the other one. The one talking to Fureiza, with a look of pure hatred on his face was shorter than the others. Not much taller than Bulma, though she couldn't gage it well seeing at Nappa was so very tall and they all seemed the same height as him. His hair seemed to have more dignity than the others wild and course hair, it stood up from his sullen face in a flame style. He stood with his arms folded, and his tail was also around his waist, but loosely. Bulma guess him to be the leader of this group. Then she realised, they were all Saiya-jins. They all had a certain simarlarity creatures of the same species possess. She paused her thinking to listen to what they were saying.

"-can be over taken within the day. Severe damage to planet matter?" the shorter Saiya-jin said. Bulma decided to give them names to make it easier on her working out who was whom. She already knew Nappa, so she called each one by the colour of their scouter. The long haired one had a red scouter, the scarred one had a green scouter and the shorter one had a pink scouter. Furieza looked at Pink Scouter, and stayed quiet for awhile. Bulma couldn't see his expression but she was certain it must be ferocious. Yet Pink Scouter stood staring back, with no look of fear in his dark eyes.

"No. As long as the planet is in one piece, I couldn't care less about its state. Now, Raditzu, I trust this time you won't miss checking the caves, will you?" Furieza almost sounding like he was crooning, Bulma made a face. She detested that creature, despite him being quite nice to her in person, he had been responsible for the deaths of so many.

"No, Lord Fureiza. I am curious, however of-"

"Excuse me, did I ask for more than that? I don't wish to know your curiosities. I dread to think about the matters of a Saiya-jin brain lusts. You are indeed a pathetic race, good thing its over." Fureiza interrupted and turned away from them, facing towards Bulma who ducked behind the grate and held her breath.

She heard the Saiya-jins leaving, and she took the cue and slithered backwards and inched her way back to her room. Hauling herself up and replacing the grate she sat back in the chair and looked at the scouter, feeling scared and hungry.

The Saiya-jins walked along the corridor back towards the launch port where their pods were. Raditzu growled to himself and stomped. Nappa cast him a look.

"What is wrong with you, Raditzu?" he snarled impatiently, stopping and grabbing Raditzu's arm roughly. Tarrock and Vegeta also paused and turned around to watch the scene unfold.

"I detest Fureiza. With our combined efforts I'm sure that-"

"Shut up. No. Don't think that" Vegeta commanded, he didn't need Fureiza to have more reasons to kill his race. Talk of overthrowing him might just give him that reason.

"But Prince Vegeta! You hate it as much as we do. Why?" Raditzu asked, turning to implore his leader. He didn't understand why Vegeta followed his orders so quietly.

Vegeta scowled and took a step closer to Raditzu. "Listen, you 3rd class baka. Fureiza may not be stronger than us combined, but his armies are. He has an army big enough to slaughter us. I say, we wait. Our chance will come, so I can avenge my father. Each of you can. However, that time is not yet. Not until we know more of his plan" he scowled up at Raditzu, who averted his eyes and looked ashamed.

They then continued in silence towards the launch pad where they split up, not knowing when they would next see each other, and were launched to their new destinations for carnage.

Bulma clutched her stomach which now was officially rumbling, she couldn't pretend it was Dodoria growling anymore. She didn't even know if Fureiza ate, and whether there would be food. She looked back at the scouter, she had managed to transfer it into a language she understood, with the primitive tools she had. She left one scouter untouched. She made a note with a piece of eye liner pencil on the desk, of all the languages on the scouter memory. So far she had about 7 different languages, so that meant at least 7 different species of creatures working for Fureiza. She grunted to herself, and tossed down the make-up pencil. She put on the scouter carefully and tapped the side, and sure enough, figures in a language she could decifer appeared. She decided to test it, so she opened the door and the now familiar feeling of gravity hitting her caused her to wobble a bit. "I'll never get used to that" she mumbled. She set off, constantly tapping the scouter, and soon she rounded a corner and saw Zarbon, talking to Tarrock.

She was about to go and ask them to be scouter-ees, but decided to eavesdrop instead.

"I don't understand what you want" Zarbon frowned, crossing his arms. His back to Bulma. She looked at Tarrocks face, scarred and grinning madly.

"I give you the others, isolated on a planet, worn from a fight. I give you Vegeta literally on plate. Your troubles? Gone" Tarrock propositioned, leaning against the wall in a casual way.

"You think my troubles are purely Saiya-jins? You flatter yourselves. I could kill you in an instant. I don't need you all 'worn'. Though, what do you want in return from this?" Zarbon scowled, and felt his anger boiling. This cocky Saiya-jin had always annoyed him. At least the others had more or less fallen into line and been respectful to authority in their presence. He knew they hated it and groused about it, but the point was how they acted around him, and the loyalty that he had in them, despite them disliking him.

"Security. Maybe a whore or two. I heard from Nappa of a intriuging new bitch running around here. But mainly, security" Tarrock licked his lips, and felt sure of himself. He was a bit worried about what Vegeta and the others would do to him if they found out about this meeting, but he was confident they wouldn't.

"I see. Let me talk to Fureiza about that. I'm sure he will be enthusiastic about this turn of events" Zarbon said sarcastically. Yet Tarrock seemed to think him to be sincere. He thanked Zarbon and ran off, back in the other direction towards the ports.

Bulma managed to sense this would be a bad time to ask Zarbon about testing his scouting, so she backed up to leave. She walked backwards, just to make sure Zarbon didn't follow her. She suddenly walked onto ground that raised and was soft, and her back was pressed against something that wasn't a wall, and she felt breath on the back of her neck. She was about to scream from shock and terror when a hand clamped over her mouth with a firm and cold touch. She looked down, as much as her eyes could and she saw a white glove. This meant whatever was behind her could have green skin or be oozing. Bulma grimaced as the creature shoved her into a room off the corridor, and closed the door behind it. Bulma was sure she was about to be killed, and it would be painful. She let out a shuddering sigh, then the hand let go and pushed her back so she fell onto her knees and let out a gasp.

"How much did you hear?" asked the creature. Its voice hard and empty, yet oddly familiar.

Bulma stood unsteadily to her feet and turned around, and was at least pleased the creature wasn't oozing or an unnatural colour. She was not pleased to see it was a Saiya-jin, the one she had named Pink Scouter, the leader of the group.

"Well, are you deaf as well as stupid?" he asked, with an irritated look on his features.

"No, and watch who you're calling stupid, you moron" she said heatedly, she realised it was a lame come back, but under the circumstances she thought she was doing all right. She kept darting looks at his tail.

He smirked at her, and she felt a little uneasy. She would have liked it better if he had had some retort, but the silence was more unnerving. He was certainly a master of unease.

She suddenly tapped her scouter and he watched her, amused, as she looked through his stats. Her eyes widened at his power level, although she had nothing to compare it with, she assumed it was pretty high.

"Your name....Vegeta?" she asked, staring cross eyed into the scouter, while still trying to make sure she knew where he was. It was tough on her eyes.

"Well done. Now, what did you hear Tarrock say? All I managed to hear was Zarbons final reply, and needless to say, if you don't tell me I shall rip you to pieces" he said impatiently, he didn't have time to dally here, although the girl was easy on the eyes, she wasn't very effiecient at spilling information.

"Whats this information worth to you?" Bulma said coyly. She thought it might be quite handy to have a Saiya-jin who owed her a favour, and maybe even a mini bodyguard job. Vegeta almost grinned outwardly, instead he just gave the girl her dues. She was brave enough to try and strike a deal with him, despite her knowing how capable he was of destroying her. He saw her power level at a low 53, pathetic. Yet to proposition him, he found her bravery almost amirable. He suddenly realised this must be the girl whom Nappa had moaned about, yes, it must be her. 'He had skipped her beauty' he thought, and regarded her some more.

"Not a lot. How much is your life worth to you?" he turned to leave, and she quickly said, "No, wait. Don't go, I do know. Just, don't go Vegeta". She needed company at the very least, and especially needed to bargain with this fellow.

He paused. Somehow, the way she said his name had an effect on him. It made him feel almost at home, and he liked that.

"Then tell me. Right now." he folded his arms and glared at her. His patience was really beginning to grate, and soon somebody would work out he was missing and that would be a higher price to pay than Tarrocks' betrayal.

"Fine. I will. I swear, all you Saiya-jins are the same. Just out for what you get get or beat out of others. It was an exchange. He said to Zarbon that he would get you all - battle worn - on a planet for Zarbon to kill. He seemed to think you were Zarbons' personal annoyance. Although, I have to say Zarbon seemed more annoyed with the deviousness of Tarrock. I think he thought this person was nobody to trust if he was able to turn against his own kind" Bulma told him helpfully. Vegeta scowled and looked thoroughly pissed off. He felt like he needed to take his aggression out on something, so without thinking he set a fist forward that hit Bulma on the shoulder. She flopped to her knees and clutched her shoulder. It wasn't a strong punch, so he was suprised to see how easily she crumpled.

"What was that for?! I told you what you wanted to know!" she cried and crouched and stood, then set a kick to his shin. He didn't even blink. Bulma cried out with frustration and kicked him again, before crashing to the floor again.

"What was his reward. It must have been an exchange. Tell me now." he snarled. He had expected her to be a little stronger. Even with a rating of 53, he was shocked she fell so easily and weakly.

"What do you think, baka? You're just like the rest of them!" she said loudly, not quite daring to shout. She had thought he was a little different. He was a least gentle with her while his hand was over her mouth. She looked up to his eyes, which were black and dead looking, his face a look of anger and resign.

"What made you think I was different? I'm the worst of them, strongest and I've killed of civilisations without a second thought. Why did you think I was different from the other monsters here?" he glared at her, wondering why she was so naive.

"I don't know. There was something...never mind. Go back, or they will come looking and kill us both. I hope we never meet again. Go!" she looked away from his eyes, which started to scare her. He shrugged and stalked from the room, letting the door bang behind him. Bulma let out a breath, unaware she was holding it. She sank back and lay on the floor, she thought about that something she had meantionned. It was something. It was the way he had held her, almost as if he was capable of caring and there were times he had looked at her when she felt he wasn't thinking of killing her, which was more than she had got vibes from the others.

She shook her head, she had to forget about him and his eyes. He proved he wasn't something capable of caring from the way he had hit and spoken to her. Besides, he told her about his killing deeds, how could anyone like that ever learn to be nice to somebody else? She stood up and left the room, letting the door close quietly behind her.