Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ REPRISAL UNBOUND ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )

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, wearing very short jean shorts along with a short top that left her neck, shoulders, upper chest and a bit of cleavage showing. 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 her name fell from his lips.

"B-Bul-ma…!"

"Hello Yamchua…" Spoke the cerulean-eyed beauty in the voice of Bulma Briefs.

"B-Bulma…?" Yamchua was truly at a loss for words. "Wha'…what are you doing here…with these people?"

"Oh Yamchua…" She crooned in a sickly compassionate tone that openly showed that true, sincere sympathy for the caged, confused warrior was obviously not what she intended to give.

"I-I…don't understand. Bulma? You are Bulma Briefs?"

"No human," Sarumi spoke. "You are wrong in your assumption. At least, if you believe that this is the human female whore of the Saiyan no Ouji. This is a `Bulma Briefs' of our creating. A carbon copy. A flawless clone of the original human, Bulma Briefs that you know."

"The perfections of its scrupulousness, is striking, is it not?" Shizema said, wholly pleased as he noticed that the human male was completely taken up in his product. "Much like the one we did of you."

"No!!" Yamchua yelled finally able to get through his shock. "It's bad enough that you sick twisted fucking monsters have stolen my identity. She doesn't deserve to any part of your so-called revenge. She is an innocent! Leave her alone!!!"

"Well, what sparked that sudden out burst human?" Sarumi enquired half mockingly, and with a part of curiosity that was impossible to conceal. Yamchua stubbornly bit his tongue and just glared death at the two aliens.

Even though his insults were by far much less virulent that what he had spoken to her when they revealed his own clone, she still noticed a considerable difference, not just in his speech and face, but in his voice as well. He seemed to be, enraged, yes, but he looked to be horrified also. His eyes glistened almost pleadingly and his voice slightly trembled with a number of pent up emotions. Distress being one of them, Sarumi was able to tell, and was fear the other? She wasn't quite sure. But she could tell it wasn't reserved for himself, whatever it was.

"You still haven't answered my question, human." Sarumi spoke again.

With great self-directed rage, Yamchua realised how he was betraying himself and with all that remained of his self-control he filtered his emotions to only allow an expressions one of pure hatred to be revealed.

"Not in a mood for answering, eh?" Sarumi commented allowing it to drop for now.

"What do you plan on doing with her?!" Yamchua decided to state a question of his own.

"Demanding, aren't we?" She jibed.

"Dammit, you sadistic bitch! Just fucking TELL ME!!!"

Sarumi's face fell to a snarl and she thrust out both her hands, throwing a fairly large continuous energy beam with pinpoint accuracy through the bars and towards the prisoner, knocking him straight against the opposite wall.

Yamchua screamed as he felt the crushing pain of the beam upon his upper body and was forced to endure the agonizing scorch of his flesh along with the remainder of grey jersey. Even his khaki trousers received punishment. Sarumi relentlessly kept him pinned as she verbally assaulted him as well.

"Understand this human pawn!" She shouted in rage. "Don't you ever even presume to tell me what to do!!" She released him then allowing Yamchua to drop to the cell floor and thus live longer. After all, she may have further need of him yet. "You'll only be informed of what I alone permit of you!"

Yamchua painfully struggled as he pulled himself up, slowly making his way back towards the bars. He fell back on the floor after only three steps and crawled until he was at his previous position.

"What are you...going to…do...with her?" He asked again between ragged breathing, being completely unable to show an ounce of his contempt through his voice.

Sarumi looked at him a while, taking in his weakly spoken query...almost asked submissively. Smiling smugly, she decided to oblige him, at least, partly. Besides, he was pathetic compared to herself! There was no chance for him to escape and act upon what he was just about to hear.

"The only reason why I'm going to tell you this is so you will be aware of what will befall Vegeta and all the rest of his so-called friends. And you will suffer greatly in the knowledge that you will never be able to help them."

Yamchua suppressed a tremble, fearing the very real possibility that she may be right

"Throughout his place of residence we have planted...certain devices." Sarumi ran the tips of her fingers across her lips, as if testing the feel as she searched for the right words. Then she continued.

"Devices of our own design, which contain a little biochemical magic and with the same cloaking technology as that is built into our ship." Sarumi used both her hands in a dramatic showy motion. "So there is no chance of them being discovered and disturbed."

The expression of pain on Yamchua's face had partly given way to non-comprehension.

"I can tell you're at a loss as to what end, eh?" She smirked very self-satisfyingly. "The use of the device; to constantly secrete a synthesized chemical, or drug as you will, into the air, for inhalation by the Saiya-jin no Ouji...and most probably his offspring, though it probably will not effect the preadolescent. The desired and inevitable end, I'm sure you're wondering; to allow the real persona and spirit of Vegeta to surface. To let the true evil volatileness within Vegeta to take hold of him once again, as it will with no doubt happen, even if we didn't give a helping hand."

Sarumi looked at her prisoner for a reaction and was pleased when she saw fear. "You know I'm right, don't you, human? I can see it in your face!" She then posed to him, "Tell me Yamchua, can you imagine what outcomes could occur? What the Saiyajin noOuji will do? Especially to those around him, those who live in his own home…who are weaker than he is? Can you imagine the harm Vegeta himself will do to his own family?!"

Yamchua was now staring off into space, a frozen picture of dread on his face; playing worse case scenarios in his brain. Dr and Mrs Briefs dead: Little Trunks, not even having reached a decade of life; dead. Bulma…

He looked at the Bulma standing before him. That beautiful angelic soul that he loved so much: dead. At the hands of a nightmarish creature she had no hope to ever defend herself against. A monster she had done no crime to, except love and given everything to, including herself.

"I'm finished here, Shizema," Sarumi said to her subordinate. "Remember not to gloat too long; we still have much to do."

With that she turned to walk away and disappeared from cell view. Eventually her foot steps ceased all together, not that Yamchua was paying any attention. He was still recovering from the horrific revelation just given him. He was man who felt like he was about to lose everything. A man who was not only at a completely lost but also near broken hearted. Even the self delusions or denial, were comforts unavailable to him.

"Human," Shizema said, but Yamchua seemed yet to acknowledge him.

Suddenly enraged Shizema fired a small ki blast, at least small by his standards at the bars. Causing a larger than needed explosion to gain Yamchau attention, who fell backwards and landed on his buttock with a hard smack. The lone Z Senchi (AN: I know! I know! I'm spelling it wrong, or using the wrong grammar. But please feel free to correct me.) glared angrily at the alien.

"Now that I have your attention human," Shizema snapped. "In all honesty, tell me. Is she not an absolutely perfect model?" He not so gently pulled his creation to his side, who glared a well hidden glare at him as he did so.

"The same soft aqua hair," Shizema gently stroked the crown of the Bulma clone, and then ran his finger all the way through her strands to the very tips. Stopping halfway to bury his face in her hair and breathe in that clean fresh naturally sweat scent that was only her.

Yamchua stared on in confusion.

"The same bright blue eyes that contain a burning fire for life, along with the exact same beautiful face!" Shizema took hold of her face and held it straight for Yamchua's inspection. "Just look at it!"

As Yamchua did look, there was no way he could deny the truth. This clone of Bulma did look like the spitting image of the woman who still dominated his thoughts after all these years. But then Shizema decided to turn to an aspect of truth that would drastically change his awed mood.

"She even has the same creamy supple skin." Shizema ran his hand down the column of her neck to her shoulder and then ran it across to the other one. "And the same, no doubt, succulent body as the real Bulma."

Shizema's hand now moved lower down her to chest, but he didn't stop his movements. He instead ran his hand down her breast outside of her clothes.

"Take you fucking hands off her!" Yamchua suddenly yelled.

At first Shizema looked at him in surprise, but as he took in the dangerously jealous glint in the other man's eyes he quickly understood.

"I do believe you care for this woman human," Shizema laughed cruelly. "That you probably would like to have her for yourself?"

"Don't touch her!"

"But that would be impossible." Shizema collectively said ignoring Yamchua's statement. "Vegeta would never share." Shizema looked at Yamchua amusingly. "It must really burn you to know that Vegeta takes this every night."

"FUCK YOU!" Yamchua cursed

"Don't deny it now," he said chidingly. "I must say it annoys me too. Just to know that a creature like that tailless ape can fuck something like this whenever he wants, positively pisses me off. But unlike you, unfortunately, I won't have to be denied this." Shizema turned back to woman beside him and placed one hand on her lower back pulling her even closer, and the other going immediately to her breast.

"NO!" Obviously forgetting the consequences of such an action, Yamchua banged both his fists against the bars and screamed on impact after having to suffer a very painful burning sensation in both his hands. However, this time, Shizema ignored him, determined to seek only his own pleasure.

All through this, Bulma had felt a sickening felling build within her when he had brought her to his side. She breathed a sigh of relief when her so-called father had momentarily removed his hands from her. But it didn't remain so for long. She now again felt his hand just above her backside, while he busied the other with the fondling her breasts. The sickening feeling returned with a vengeance.

Shizema lowered his head to capture her mouth with his own but Bulma swiftly turned her head allowing him to meet her neck only. She forced herself to repress a shiver when he made contact with the sensitive skin there. Squeezing her eyes shut, she swallowed a whimper of disgust at herself for allowing this. Bulma's breath caught in her throat when Shizema suddenly pulled the front of her top down exposing one full breast which he covered with his mouth, sucking very hard. This time she could hold back the shiver or the whimper of pain. She pulled back, consciously or subconsciously, she didn't know, not that Shizema noticed. He just continued to ravish her breast with his mouth, leaving indented teeth marks in the soft flesh.

"Dammit stop!" Yamchua felt the back of his eyes burn with unshed tears. Though she just stood there, she didn't want what was happening to her to go on. He could tell. Shizema was hurting her and she wanted him to stop. At that point Yamchua never knew how a person's silence could sound so deafening that what they really felt was so clearly obvious!

Shizema now began to move his hands lower. Down her ribs, down her stomach, and when he reached the waistband of her shorts, he didn't for a moment hesitate to undo the button and place his hand inside. When Bulma felt his roughly pushing the folds of her womanhood apart to harshly enter her with two of his fingers she knew that at any cost she had to stop him. Sarumi would kill the both of them if she was to walk in now. But more gravely, she somehow felt that if she'd let this continue, she'd never be able to lose the smutty dirty feeling she now felt. Nor would she be able to live with herself.

With all her strength she pushed against him, and due to his great surprise he released her.

"Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He shouted at her angrily.

"This stops now." Bulma decisively said, and so calmly that one would not have expected that she had just almost been taken against her will. "Yamchua is right."

"You dare to order me?!" He asked incredulously

"Listen to me for a moment," Bulma chose to reason with him through his lust. "When I go to Vegeta I mustn't have…your smell on me."

"My…what…?" He took a step towards her. "What the hell do you think I am?!"

"Or any man for that matter." Bulma quickly added as she fixed her clothes. "If I don't remain untouched, Vegeta would know in an instant and that would fuck up everything! So unless you think you can take on a pissed Sarumi and live go ahead."

Shizema stopped in his approach and reluctantly took in her logic. "Fine! But when all this is over you are mine alone, you hear?!"

"Yes," Bulma replied and respectively bowed.

"Good," he said. "Now let's go!"

"I promise I will follow behind you momentarily." Bulma assured him.

He looked at her for a moment, and then growled before stomping off, still visually vexed. It wasn't until he had left the cells room did she look upon the warrior she did not know, but somehow remembered.

"Yamchua…"

He started at her silently. He had no idea of what to say to her. He wasn't even sure if he did have something to say he'd be able to get the words pass his lips. Bulma saw a look of sympathy, love and one other that for a split second dominated the others…hurt borne of caused from betrayal. This realisation caused Bulma to feel a great pang of regret.

"Yamchua," she gently said to him. "You haven't eaten much since you've been here, have you?"

Only his silence answered her, but she knew the answer anyway.

"I'll have something sent down for you later." She turned and began to walk away but then suddenly stopped. Bulma turned slightly and said over her shoulder. "Yamchua, just let it happen, don't try to stop us. There's no way you can't win Yamchua…not this time."

Bulma quickened her steps to leave the cells deck, but she wasn't fast enough to not hear the point when Yamchua had finally found his voice as desperately cried out to her. But she turned a deaf ear and even as the cell deck doors closed, she could still hear the very faint ringing of his voice calling her name bouncing off the walls.

to be continued…

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