Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Not for your ears ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

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Both men watched the pinprick orb of scarlet energy; one with casual disinterest, the other unmitigated horror. The latter, a scientist of some repute, was bound naked to a cold steel operating table. His body was a cornucopia of bruises, shallow cuts and burns; memoirs of the cataclysmic devastation that now substituted everyday life on Earth. He was covered in a fine sheen of perspiration as he waited, terrified, for the next, inevitable onslaught.

The generated lights of the vast underground facility flickered momentarily. The scientist, whose name was Jack Wills, had sincerely thought himself safe. In fact, up until an hour ago, every step since his chaotic escape from the world above had seemed almost heavenly ordained. Hiding deep underground, amongst the cluttered and chaotic hulks of abandoned experiments and obsolete electronics, he had imagined himself completely secure as he waited out the inevitable conclusion of Earth’s cataclysmic alien apocalypse. It was only a matter of time, Wills thought smugly to himself, before Earth’s tormentors’ eventual loss of interest, or the simple and inevitable degradation of their rapidly shrinking supply of victims. Sooner or later they would be gone. And then nothing and no-one could harm him. It was all just a matter of patience.

Or so he had thought.

An hour ago he had appeared from nowhere. Pummeling Wills when he tried to run, singeing the clothes from the scientist body with a mere flick of the wrist, tying the terrified, naked man with thick, coarse rope to the cold steel table in the ultimate show of degradation and shame. The alien had laughed at Wills obvious fear then asked, in a quiet voice that did nothing to belay his sinister aura; about the vast underground warehouses Wills has once thought his ultimate safe haven. It had taken less than a minute for this abusive transition from freedom to imprisonment, less than a minute for Wills’ delusions to crumble like so much broken glass. He was not safe. He never had been.

“You say her name is Briefs?” asked the tyrant in a bored voice, breaking Wills from his mental wanderings. The warrior’s physique mimicked that of a wrestler; his tall, bulky mass a solid wall of chiseled muscle. His thick main of jet black hair cascaded down his shoulders almost to the balls of his feet. Behind his back a brown furry tail swayed casually back and forth, flaunting the alien’s apathy towards the scene before him and the task at hand.

He had not revealed his name to Wills nor his purpose in visiting the vast underground labyrinth. Despite his ingenuity Wills had still yet to discover why, if for any reason at all, he was of such interest to this hulking devil. He also remained unsure as to what interest a building, mainly used for storage, could possibly provide.

Nonetheless, desperate to answer the alien’s initial, and so far only, question, Wills had talked animatedly, offering up every detail he could think to add in the hopes of securing a pardon from the death sentenced promised in the alien’s cold, callous gaze. While Jack Wills talked the other man stood: stoic, nodding occasionally, his face a mask of impassive disinterest. Nothing Wills had said in the last hour, barring mention of the Briefs girl, had sparked even the smallest sign of acknowledgement from his tailed foe.

“Yes, that’s right, Bulma Briefs,” Wills blurted, grasping desperately to anything that might grant him a reprieve. His eyes remained fixed on the small globe of energy twinkling idly at the tip of the tailed man’s finger. Minute details about Bulma Briefs had been revealed during Wills purge, along with the purpose of the facility, the men who ran it, even a few top secret facts about his former employer’s that would have got him fired, or worse, had the world in which he had lived not burnt to the ground around him. What did secrets mean now? So Wills had chosen to omit not a single detail. He had done so because he was an intelligent man. From the moment the aliens touched down Wills had kept informed: listening to the radio, watching news reports by the dozens. He had seen the footage, multiple reels from multiple locations, of the damage little orbs of light, like the one currently sparkling at the end of his tormentor’s fingertip, could do. Whole cities destroyed, people vaporized to dust. Wills stared at the pinprick ball of luminance, barely blinking, because he was afraid of what it could do. He talked because he was terrified of what it would. Jack Wills had never been a brave man.

“Like I said she’s the daughter of my boss, Dr. Briefs,” he responded shakily. “Briefs is the CEO of this company, Capsule Corporation. This is the main headquarters and his resident, as it so happens. Or at least it was… It was his father who initially created the Corporation from the bottom up. Capsules, robots and the like were, at that stage, our primary goods. Then Dr. Briefs took on the role as the head, and for the most part sole, inventor. Created a multitude of things that changed the world. These days however it’s quite a different story. Some say it’s been quite a while since we produced any of his ideas. Now the vast majority of our inventions come directly from her. Bulma Briefs, that is. She’s a genius; had half a dozen doctorates before her 10th birthday, won dozen of prizes for her innovative designs, she’s even composed a sympathy or two, come to think of it. There is nothing that girl can’t or won’t do.”

“An inventor, you say?” and finally, after hours of frenzied, meaningless talk, a spark of interest was alight in the cruel alien’s eye. Minute, at best, but it was there nonetheless, shining like a precious jewel in a sea of darkness. Wills grasped it like a drowning man would a life preserver. Perhaps there was a chance, however slim, that he would survive this encounter and live to tell the tale.

“Yes, yes indeed! Great imagination that girl has. She’s an absolute wizard when it comes to electronics. She created the air bike when she was just five, I believe. And since then it’s been a mass of things. You name this last decade’s inventions and one way or the other that girl’s had a hand in its creation. She’s always working on something new. Never a day goes by without news of some innovative idea set to save the world. We’ve made millions from her and her patented designs. Not that that matters much now-”

“What about instant transportation technology?” the alien cut in.

Wills hesitated.

“I’m not sure what you mean…”

The orb of light began to pulse; an ominous beacon flashing a clear warning: danger, rough waters ahead. The problem was, Wills was telling the truth. Instant transportation?! Even the Briefs girl, genius that she was, was years, perhaps decades away from something like that. They had yet to even reach space, for Kami’s sake!

“I m-mean, I honestly  d-d-don’t know!” the scientist stuttered, his voice shaking with fear, his ever-widening eyes fixed, like a deer in headlights, to the steadily blinking red light. Maybe he wouldn’t be so lucky after all. “I’ve n-not heard of any s-s-such technology. Not even in the development s-stage.”

“Really?” the tailed man asked, he nonchalantly raised his finger, pointing it in the direction of the shackled man. “How come I don’t believe you?”

He didn’t wait for a response. In an instant, a heartbeat, the light, now a stream of penetrating energy, flashed across the room, piercing the man’s left shoulder, the cold steel bench and several meters of the ground beneath. Jack Wills ear-splitting scream echoed dully off the concrete walls and down the dank, deserted corridors of the vast underground complex. The tailed man grinned sadistically, suddenly interested, extremely so; savoring the cries of his hapless prey.

“I SWEAR!” screamed Wills shrilly. “I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING!”

“So you can’t tell me then how a man could suddenly disappear from half way across the universe only to reappear a second later on this vapid, vermin-infested mudball?”

“I don’t know, I don’t know,” Wills whimpered, tears of pain, humiliating and fear falling unchecked down his ruddy cheeks. What answer could he possible give that would suffice when he quite literally had none? “I s-swear, I DON’T KNOW!!!”

“Really?” Another beam of intense bright light flashed again across the room, piercing the scientist’s un-maimed shoulder. The screams mixed with curses, pain turned to anger. Jack Wills pulled against his bonds, spasming in agony and rage.

“I’VE ALREADY TOLD YOU I DON’T FUCKING KNOW!” he screamed. “DON’T YOU THINK I’D FUCKING TELL YOU IF I DID, YOU UGLY FREAK!?”

“Now, now, it’s not nice to call people names,” the tailed man muttered, his tone demeaning and full of dark, sinister humour.

Another beam; this one aimed to cripple, maim, debase. The scream that followed lasted several minutes, breaking into hoarse sobs only as the scientists voice grew weak from exertion. A puddle of dark blood pooled around Wills groin, his face awash with tears of agony and shame.

“Please!” he cried, his supplicating, agony-drenched voice suddenly several octaves higher. “Please! I’m telling you the truth. Please. I don’t know anything. I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING! PLEASE!!!”

“You know what,” the taller man muttered, his grin animalistic and savage, thoroughly enjoying every minute of his dark deed “I think I’m starting to believe you.”

The cries, pleas and screams continued throughout the night. Later, so very much later, the tailed man rested, sitting back and relaxing in an office chair several meters from the Jack Wills lifeless corpse. He sipped a tall glass of Iceling pohk’ta and fiddled with the communications device atop his head. A link was made with his intended recipient and he sat suddenly to attention, instantly alert.

“My prince, I’ve news,” he said to the empty room.

“What is it, Raddiz?” a cold voice responded from his ear piece.

“I’ve new information on the girl.”

“You’ve discovered how she brought me to this God forsaken planet?”

“No, no as of yet sir. However, there are a few things about her that might help explain how she’s managed to avoid us for so long…”




The tall mustachioed man smirked at the cowering group. Several had wet themselves and one seemed to haven fallen into a fear induced coma. Cowards all, these ruffians who thought themselves Kings of the Apocalypse. Looting from private residences, raping any female they came across, killing for the fun of it; the mustachioed man had watched in a sort of begrudged admiration as these pirates went about pillaging their world. Their rampage of sadistic destruction and chaos was truly Saiyan in its debased nature. These ruthless actions, however, were where the similarities ended. Upon revealing himself, easily deflected their flimsy bullets, carelessly avoided their pathetic attacks, laughing at their abysmal power levels, the men had shown themselves for the weak and pathetic cowards they truly were. Useless as warriors, but perfect for what he had in mind.

“Memorize this face,” he said, holding up a large newspaper clipping of the Briefs girl. Radditz had given it to him earlier that day, salvaged from the wreckage of what they now knew to be her house and workplace. He could barely believe it possible that such a young, attractive female could be responsible for the last two weeks drama. “Find her and I might just let you live. It ain’t gonna be easy though. She’s avoided us, avoided me, for the past two weeks. She’s clever, she’s agile and she knows how to avoid being found. Use any means necessary.”

“Bulma Briefs, right?” one of the braver ones asked, a slight quiver to his voice. “The scientists?”

“If you know that you know that half the devices you use on this miserable planet, including the flimsy, piece of shit weapons you hold in your hands right now, are her design. For that reason, even if you do find her catching her may be another thing entirely. She knows how to hide, she knows the weaknesses of your equipment and she can outthink you in a heartbeat. Do not underestimate her or it may be the last thing you ever do.”

The mustachiod man passed the newspaper clipping around. One of the men, overweight and bald, licked his lips suggestively.

“We ‘loud to ‘ave a little fun, you know, before we bring ‘er to youse?”

“Only if you want to die,” the hulking alien responded, not missing a beat. He laughed as the perverted man paled instantly, falling back to what he deemed a safer locale. Earthlings, truly the most pathetic and miserable species he had ever come across. They were good for a laugh though. “She must be brought to us entirely unharmed. Don’t think we won’t know if you try to pass off damaged goods.”

“What’s your interest in her?” asked a quiet man near the rear, his heavy glasses obscuring much of his shadowed face.

“That, is none of your concern.”




‘Clever’?! He had no idea. Had she been the woman she was two weeks ago, before the wish, before her idiocy, before the end of the world, she would have laughed in his face. She would have walked up to him, every inch the arrogant scientist and woman she was, pulled off the manicured prosthetics, the perfect stage make-up, the grizzled wig, and laughed and laughed and laughed at his stupidity and her brilliance. Even now, despite the risk, she longed to do just that. But she didn’t. Bulma Briefs was many things, but she was no idiot. And so she sat with the gang of cut-throats and rapists, the worst of the worst, listening the bald man’s request and screaming with laugher on the inside. He wouldn’t tell her what he wanted with her but so what? She had a pretty good idea.

Not that it matters much anymore, she thought bitterly. Almost as soon as she had left the battle scene she had begun her search for the dragonballs, intent on setting everything she had made so very wrong right once more. It was no easy task, as they were now stone and gave off only the faintest signal on her dragon rader. Nonetheless, four days into her journey she had managed to recover two, despite the fact that the world was falling down around her. Ultimately though it had been to no avail. Abruptly, at noon on that chilly forth day in a faraway desert, all faint signals had completely evaporated from the tiny, round screen. She had fiddled with the radar for almost half an hour before she concluded that something far greater that broken electronics was amiss. Finally, knowing what she would find but denying it nonetheless, she had opened her backpack to check on the two balls already in her collection. The only thing left was ash. So much for wish reversal. Whatever magic held the balls together had finally been put to rest, no doubt by the alien invaders and their murderous appetites. But there was a silver lining. Because now even if they did catch her, even if she answered the flame haired boys questions and explained exactly how he had come to be on Earth, the Dragonballs were useless. Absolutely and entirely useless. And in some ways that was a good thing. The aliens had done irrevocable damage, not just to the planet but to themselves. However, Bulma could take little satisfaction from the fact, because that they could never use the Balls meant that neither could she. The Earth, it seemed, was now doomed.

So ask away, she thought bitterly to herself.  Afterall, what could be done to her that hadn’t already been done?! In the past two weeks she had literally lost everything. She wondered, briefly, why she was still trying so hard when she had nothing at all to live for.

But that train of thought lead nowhere useful. What was done was done and what they might, or might not, want her for didn’t matter. The point was they wanted her. Or, more to the point, that they wanted her unharmed. Before, when she had silently, anonymously infiltrated the group of ruffians and thieves in a desperately brave measure to protect herself she had been scared. Now, knowing what she did, she was significantly less so. She had seen what Nappa had, the terror in these terrible men’s eyes. She had little doubt that, even from the worst of the worst, she was safe. Keeping her alive meant potentially keeping themselves alive and surely that was their priority just as it was her own. Afterall, what else was left to live for now but the simple sake of living?! And, as for the aliens themselves, well, they weren’t really an issue were they? Hadn’t she already proven that, despite their obvious power advantage, she could avoid them indefinitely? Even now, right under their nose, she was invisible.

And so on the inside she laughed. Because nothing could harm her. At least, no more than what it already had.

She was Bulma Briefs and she was invincible.

… Or so she thought.

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