Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Never Melt Ice ❯ Purpose ( Chapter 1 )

Never Melt Ice.

chapter one, purpose.

"Lars, we're geniuses!"

"No, I'm the genius. You're the lackey."

"..A lackey?"

"Nevermind. We're almost there." The large, muscular warrior shifted uncomfortably, finally shoving the unconscious girl off his knees and onto the cold, hard metal beside him. He reached up, taking the enormous headpiece known as a "scouter" off his head and hanging it on a small rack beside him.

Through all the other advancements made in recent years, the communicators were still the most uncomfortable headgear ever created. Smoothing down a spike of black hair, the gray-skinned warrior shifted his strap-belt, keeping him securely in his seat. Gravity control was still a major issue among the new transport pods.

A large, blue planet appeared in the peripheral vision of the circular portal on the ship door, the very atmosphere shimmering from the reflection of its nearby sun. A low moan gave Lars the impression that the girl was now awakening, if her shifting and wriggling beneath her binding strap was any indication. The large creature reached over with one big, callous fist, and slammed the woman's head into the cold, hard pod shell. She fell unconscious with a thud, the warrior dusting his hands off and bracing for landing.

*

"Do you think we'll be pardoned?!" the slightly shorter, mauve-skinned warrior asked timidly, shifting their new prisoner over one shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The two overgrown, bizarre-colored men tromped loudly down the hall, the sound vibrating off the surrounding metal walls. They were all whitewashed, giving everything an almost discomforting sterile look. They wove their way down vast corridors, the maze all making up the main palace of their King.

Lars glared at him. "I sure as hell hope we are, Cats, because if we don't, we'll be killed on sight for coming back after being exiled." Cats nodded his head furiously, but was stopped by a punch into his jaw. "Stop that. You're going to wake her up," Lars growled. When the smaller warrior began to nod again, his superior threatened him with one large, gray fist. Cats straightened his neck, acknowledging the taller man with a glance out of the corner of his eye.

*

A pair of guards, both helmeted and olive colored, led the less-than-confident exiles towards the main chambers. With a hiss, the double doors opened, and the guards snapped to attention by pounding their staffs on the metal floor.

Stepping into what could be their doom, Lars and Cats looked around them in awe at the King's headquarters. Not only was it vast, with ceilings rising farther than the eye could see and grounds extending in every direction, but the walls were completely bare. They were constructed of plate steel, nails and screws jutting painfully from each panel. The two exiles shuttered in unison, gaping up at the sight before them.

Upon a high, steel throne, sitting on a large pile of pillows (for added height), was a small, whitish-creature. He wore a wide, spiked helmet, balancing it on the top of his humanoid skull like a crown. He had a long, plaited tail hanging over the side of his throne, and black claws scraping the steel seat with each of his three toed feet. One well-muscled, purple-shoulder-plated arm hung across the chair wing, while his other clawed hand scratched his toned chest. He was playing jadedly with the arm of his throne, occasionally pausing to lift a forefinger to his chin in thought. His nails picked off pieces of steel, leaving small indentations all over the obscure chair.

One of the guards cleared his throat, the king glancing up from his distraction. Suddenly, the guard exploded, covering the walls with odd-colored intestinal tracts and bits of fractured bone. His armor, untouched, dropped to the ground with an audible clink, a few drops of blood seeping from the leg bands.

Cats squeaked, grabbing his comrade's arm in fear. Lars shoved him off, the movements catching the king's attention.

"What do YOU want?" the creature snarled, leaning forward, his plan of intimidation obviously working when the smaller warrior jumped behind his companion. The more massive, gray-skinned, horned exile stepped forward, bowing low to the ground, still keeping the unconscious woman slung over one shoulder.

"M'lord, we have brought you a gift of pardon," Lars informed the smaller, more irate creature humbly, never once looking the powerful monster in the eyes. From the corner of his vision, he saw the king's face brighten considerably.

"Mmm.. A concubine, eh?" Getting up from his throne, the nimble white monster made his way across the room, nails clicking lightly on the steel panel floor. Lars nodded, setting the smoky-haired prisoner on the ground. Upon seeing her pale, creamy face, the king furrowed his brow and kneeled in an impossible position, his knees never touching the ground. He, much to the watching subordinate's amazement, gingerly reached to her face and cleared a lock of smoky hair from her closed eyes.

Almost instantly, they snapped open, followed by a high pitched scream.

Leaping back, the peasant-robed woman stared at them with wide, golden eyes. She attempted to grip the walls, but her fingers found nothing except bare, slick steel. The two exiles glanced at each other uneasily. Their king didn't like his concubines pure and jumpy; he liked good, rough sluts. That's all there was to it.

"Ah, she's afraid. Of what, I wonder?" he snickered, stepping closer to the frantic Chikyuu-jin. "What's your name, dazzling?" Nebumi pressed herself harder against the wall, squeezing her eyes shut and avoiding keeping her head level with the approaching king's. Her blood ran cold, her stomach turning over and over painfully, her heart beating like a hammer in her chest. The woman's clenched eyes began to quiver, her ears becoming popped from the fear pulsating through her body.

"SHE'S A-FUCKING-FRAID!" he roared suddenly, the girl before him covering her ears and screaming back. Lars and Cats jumped, standing wide-eyed at the doorway. The once-harmless-looking, now seething king turned to them, raising his arms in the air.

Nebumi opened her eyes just in time to see the two exiles explode.

A/N: I know it's short compared to my usual routine, but I guess this just seems an adventure fit for whatever size chapters I want. It will get more updates, for sure, but I hope this sates everyone for now! If you want to be notified about any updates, just tell me in a review or email me at maxchick@mad.scientist.com.

Plugs! Alright. Read the newest chapter to "The Cousin"; Chapter Six, My Uncle the Hero. Also, check out my PFF with Vegeta's Gyal, "Triumph of Devotion."

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