Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ REPRISAL UNBOUND ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

Chapter 8



How long had he been here?

He wasn't quite sure.

What date was it?

He had no conceivable idea. He could even make an educated guest. He had been kept in this cell ever since he had been brought here. But as for knowing where was `here' was and when was he brought here, he was far, far from being certain. The last date he could recall was January 11th, but surely it wasn't too far from that date.

He panned the limited scenery that he was glanced upon for unmeasured amount of time. The corner that held the waste disposal unit and the energized bars, which he found out the hard way, emitted an excruciating shock when he made the slightest contact. He was never able to stay conscious long enough to test out the true durability of the bars before passing out from the unbearable pain; and always in the last few coherent moments the sickening stench of his own flesh frying always filled his nostrils. The rest of the three sides of the cell were walls composed of some alien metal alloy that he couldn't even scratch.

He suddenly powered up, thrust out both of his hands with the underside of his wrists held together and let loose a ki ball that just seemed to dissipate into the energized bars. After a few heavy breaths he growled in frustration and slammed both fists against the floor, and the sound of the impact echoed off metallic walls as they continued to travel down the hall until the sound disappeared. The violent movement made his now shoulder long black hair fall around his face in a mass of tangles.

"SHIT!!!" He cursed. ~If I had been strong enough I would be in this fucking mess!~ He slammed his fist against the metallic wall in frustrated rage, not even denting it. The undamaged sight only angered him further.

Pressing his back against the wall, he slid down its surface and drew in his legs to his chest. He folded his arms and placed them on his knees and then rested his chin on top of them. Closing his dark brown eyes, he remembered his abduction.

Flashback**********

"Goodnight Kris…" he breathed as he moved his face closer to hers.

"Night baby." She placed her mouth on his for a very passion and greedy farewell kiss.

He stepped back when they both needed air; him slowly down the front steps, and she into her front doorway. Kristine flawlessly and smoothly rippled her fingers alone in a wave and smiled seductively as she slowly closed the front door. He waited until she completely disappeared from view before turning to begin the long walk home, opting for walking instead of flying, whether in his aircar or by means of his own power.

He was in a thinking; reminiscent mood.

Yamchua had known Kristine for just under six months. He was immediately attracted to her, as she was to him. In fact it she who had asked him out only on the second time that they met, though there had been mild flirting between the two of them during their first meeting. When he had made the first move she had been more than willing. Both being too impatient to reach whoever's home was nearest; they had stopped at the first available hotel for a marathon romp between the sheets.

He forceful released a breath through pursed lips at the memory. She had been wonderful! One of the best he'd ever had!

~Better than…no…no…~ He had never had her. There was nothing for him to compare to. ~Shit! Now I'm thinking about HER again.~

The `HER' to whom he was referring to was a woman with soft sweet smelling aqua hair and hypnotic but incredible clear sky blue eyes. There was no point in denying it to himself any longer, not that he really did. He always did revel in the feeling that took him over whenever he thought about her or was in close vicinity to her. He was still in love with her. He would probably always love…no he would always love her and there was no hope in getting her back. Now that she was eternally belonged to another.

A sudden ki blasts came out of nowhere and crashed just several feet in front of him knocking him over nearly fifthteen meters back. He groaned in pain as he very slowly dragged himself onto his knees and palms and then even more slowly to his feet. Once the dust and debris had cleared, he saw them.

"That's him, isn't it Shizema?" Asked one.

"Yes, this is the one we want, Jarik." The second verified. "Yamchua…"

"Who the hell are you?!" Yamchua demanded. "And how the fuck do you know who I am?!" They appeared human to him.

"I apologise, but attempting to enlighten a primordially simplistic creature such as yourself will only waste time that I'm afraid we simply do not have." Said the second one.

Yamchua snarled. Even through his insults, the second seem to be well spoken. One could almost say he was polite. He allowed a moment to sense out the strength of his new enemies, knowing without an uncertainty that's what they were. The combined energy he felt from them wasn't even equal three quarts his own. But Yamchua was no fool!

(AN: ~awaiting response of Yamchua player haters~ …NO! Yamchua is no fool I say! ~Yamchua player haters respond some more…yada yada yada~ …Shut up! I say ~ Yamchua player haters shut up~ …Wimp still can't touch Vegeta though, init girls! That Saiyan no Ouji is one hot bad mother fucker, I say)

But Yamchua was no fool! It was obvious where that ki blast had come from. Hell! He was still slightly shaken up from the explosion. He knew they were hiding the true extent of their powers, meaning they were skilled fighters like himself…or they were not human. The latter explanation led to hundreds of other questions but the lone z-fighter decided to ask only one.

"What…do you…want?" The lone Z fighter grounded out.

"You, unfortunately…But understand this!" The first spat with disgust. "You are only a small step to the grand `prize'!"

"Grand `prize?!…What the fu…"

Yamchua was not given a further second to even try to understand what they were talking about. Both men flew at him to begin a barrage of punches. He realized that they were very fast when he suffered a left, right, in the gut combination and then was immediately swept off his feet and kicked away while still floating in the air. Yamchua landed heavily on his upper chest and his breath left his body upon impact. After a moment of hesitation he pulled himself to his feet and stood his ground for the next assault.

The one called Jarik came first, but being a fair one on one skirmish and also being out classed as a warrior by Yamchua; Jarik was sent away after having all of his attacks blocked before being struck twice in the face, once in the lower leg and then immediately blasted away by a ki blast in the stomach. But Shizema jumped in and Yamchua found him more of a challenge. Both men blocked the blows of the other and only managed to land one, two hit combinations but never quite managing to fell the other.

Suddenly, Yamchua felt an immense explosion of pain engulf his back, and not only did he drop stumble forward but he dropped his guard as well. Regrettably that less than two-second distraction was all Shizema needed to launch forward and land a devastating jumping knee that made point contact on the front of Yamchua's throat, crushing both his oesophagus and trachea pipes. He collapsed to the ground after receiving a hammer punch in his back. Yamchua shuddered on the ground gasping breathlessly in pain. His entire body was paralysed due to its desperate lack of air.

"Jarik! Quickly! Hold him down."

Shizema's companion obeyed and he helped his ally hold down their victim. Shizema quickly withdrew a syringe and dug the point into Yamchua's neck pushing the plunger all the way down, thus forcing the alien drug into Yamchua's blood stream. Both assailants stepped back and watched to see the effects they expected take place.

Within seconds of feeling the sensation of the liquidated medicine enter into his body Yamchua felt a relaxing sensation engulf every single muscle, tendon, and piece of tissue of his being. It wasn't long before his eyelids seem to be as heavy as fifty-ton tanker, each. The last words running through his mind as his coherence thinned and his consciousness dissipated were;

~…Small step…grand…'prize'…?~

His eyes closed then.

Flashback Ends**********

Yamchua raised his head and opened his dark brown eyes.

He knew. He now knew whom this…`grand prize' these people, or rather aliens were after, of which he was just a `small step' towards. It all boiled down to a man…No! A Saiyajin! A certain Saiyajin prince with a two-letter, four-vowel name.

VEGETA…

~Goddamn you Vegeta!! ~ Yamchua raged in his mind. ~No matter how much you've changed, your sins will always catch up on you, catch up with those you love…humph…catch up on all of us…like an unavoidable plague.~

This…All this, and what was to come was all part of revenge against the once genocidal prince, who had use to travel from planet to planet, under the order of the ice tyrant Frieza, torturing, murdering and raping the life of the once thriving spheres. It seemed that a handful of survivors of just one of the victim planets had come up with a horrifying design for revenge. Not only had they planned to return the favour Vegeta had given them so many years ago, but they were going to torture him in the worst possible way during its proceedings. But the most evil part of it all was that Vegeta himself would play a part in dealing himself his own deserving hand of judgment. So Yamchua had been told. But he had never been told exactly how, in detailed step-by-step description of what they were going to do.

~Sardonic irony or poetic justice?~ Yamchua was left to wondering.

Well, whatever it was, Yamchua knew that neither his, friends nor loved ones, (AN: No! Before you ask, Vegeta is not classed as a friend of Yamchua. Neither man has that sort of relationship with each other.) nor planet earth and its populous deserved to be a part of exacting punishment Vegeta was to receive.

Yamchua couldn't help but shiver as he remembered the soul that was a copy, a perfect, breathing, talking living duplicate of himself. His hair, his height, his weight, his eyes, his own voice! Even the exact scars he had accumulated over his years as a warrior that he saw in the mirror every day, standing there, with Shizema, one of his kidnappers and the one who proudly identified himself as being responsible for creating his ostensible doppelganger. Both were stationed along with their leader, Sarumi being her name, if Yamchua recalled correctly. He had made sure that once he recovered from his shock he had yelled a few choice curse words and the worst insults he contained in his repertoire to that twisted, tainted, instigating bitch.

Seeing himself positioned beside the two aliens with the same dark vengeful look in his copy's dark brown eyes as was in their orange ones, it was disconcerting to say the least. He awoke in a start from unnerving dreams nearly every time he fell asleep. Recalling the way that his duplicate had told him,

`Hello Yamchua,' in his own voice. He shivered again at the memory.

He had baffled himself trying to weight up what specific reasons why they would want to create copy of himself, other than to deceive. He had prayed to Dende that whatever his `twin' was doing. It wasn't intent on hurting his friends, and more specifically Bulma. The others could take care of themselves, but Bulma…

Yamchua tried again to pinpoint how long ago everything thus far, had occurred. It had been quite some time ago, more than days, a good few weeks at least or a good number of months at worse. He exhaled through pursed lips and sighed. Without having any glimpse of the sun, moon or stars, he had no way of being sure.

Yamchua was torn from his thoughts when he heard the sound of at least three pairs of feet approach his cell. He immediately rose to his feet and approached the bars, as close as he could without being burnt by the radiating energy to peer and see who were coming.

Sarumi and Shizema were instantly recognised and Yamchua's mood and face riled. When they finally stood opposite him on the other side of the bars, it was then that his breath caught in his throat, and he edged backwards in shock.

"What's this now?" Sarumi asked mocked surprise. "Thunderstruck?! Speechless?!"

Instinct forced Yamchua to resume his breathing, but his mouth stayed wide open in horror and his eyes continued to glisten in disbelief.

"And breathless too?!" Sarumi slightly tilted her head to Shizema's direction. "Look's like we've accomplished more than we originally hoped, eh, Shizema?"

"Yes, it does in fact appear so." He replied and they laughed together at their own little joke.

The sight of neither of these two aliens is what caused Yamchua reaction; rather, it was the third individual. The third person was no alien. It was a woman. A human woman and she had enticingly pale smooth flesh. She was a woman with soft sweet smelling aqua hair and hypnotic but incredible clear sky blue eyes.

The striking truth of her identity was before his eyes and he was powerless to stop her name from falling from his lips.

"B-Bul-ma…!"


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to be continued.

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