Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ REPRISAL UNBOUND ❯ Chapter 15 ( Chapter 15 )

Quickly accessing the computer controls, Bulma decided to perform a quick physical diagnostic of the air car.

"What are you doing?!" Chichi asked when she saw Bulma take one hand of the stirring wheel to punch down on the computer controls.

"Finding out exactly what we've got left to stabilise this damn thing!"

A lined diagram of Bulma's air car came onto the monitor that was in the middle of the dashboard. It rotated so that a backside view of the vehicle could be seen. The area where the engine was located rapidly flashed red and the computer automatically zoomed in on it. A long list of damaged or inoperable engine parts and components began to type out in a separate window on screen and Bulma released a strangled shocked sob like cry.

"What?!" Chichi yelled. "What is it?!"

"We can forget getting response of any kind from the damn engines. It's completely fucked!" She pressed a key to skip the engine analysis and move onto the next propulsion system to be checked.

"And the thrusters?!" Chichi questioned.

"It's coming up on the monitor now."

Both pairs of eyes, one brown, one blue, kept glued to the screen, as the air vehicle diagram rotated once again to show the underside of the air car. Like before, the area where the thrusters were situated flashed red and enlarged, and a window automatically opened up to list the damage that was sustained.

"Thrusters B, the one nearest the back, are gone, and thrusters A, though not destroyed, have been considerably compromised." Bulma quickly explained.

"Well, it's better than nothing! Let's use what we've got!"

"These are thrusters we're talking about Chichi." Bulma shook her head as she further elucidated. "They were never intended for use in place of the engines, and we only have one!"

"Unless you do something Bulma, we are certain to die anyway!"

Chichi was right. Bulma knew she that she could either let them plummet to their deaths or utilise what was left to her in order to try and save them both. Needless to say she opted for the latter.

Accessing thrusters controls for the one remaining but damaged thrusters, Bulma attempted to use it to reverse their decent. But only after she raised the power to the thrusters to three quarts of the maximum did they begin to make any difference. Though the air car continued to lose altitude at a high speed, the front of the vehicle had managed to rise to level off almost into a completely horizontal position.

Looking out the windows, Chichi found that the ground looked very much closer compared to the vast and distance landscape she had viewed less than ten minutes before. Being over clear farm land, it was apparent that they weren't even blessed with having either a multitude of trees to break their fall, or a deep enough body of water to ensure that the damage they would undoubtedly receive upon impact would be minimal.

The sudden ringing of an emergency alert immediately drew her attention back into the air car.

"What's wrong?!" Though she had a feeling that the answer to her question would not be one that she wanted to hear, she asked it regardless.

"Our last thrusters are about to burn out, that's what!"

"NO!" Chichi cried.

"Hel…hello… B…9…" The faint sound of a male voice, though broken up and fuzzy, added to the chaotic sounds within Bulma aero mobile.

"What was that?!" Chichi asked.

"I don't know!" Bulma snapped in frustration.

"…repeat…vehicle BB029…hear…?"

"Wait!" Chichi exclaimed. "Isn't that your licence plate number?"

"Yes, it is!" Bulma replied.

"The person's talking to us!"

"Chichi, quickly, see if you can clear up the reception!" Bulma told her friend as motioned with her head towards the air car radio, and Chichi frantically fiddled with the radio transmitter control until she could hear the male voice speaking clearly.

"I repeat, vehicle BB029, this is Jiro Shizema." The voice was much clearer as it came through the radio transmitter.

"Jiro?" Bulma murmured unbelievingly.

"You are dangerously losing altitude! You must pull up! Do you require assistance?!"

"Fuck yes!" Chichi cried, and she turned to her friend. "Well respond Bulma!"

Breaking out of her shock, Bulma pressed the speak button and replied,

"Jiro, it's Bulma…"

"Bulma?" He sounded just as surprised as she did a moment ago.

"Where are you?" The aqua haired beauty asked.

"I'm above you." Shizema said.

Chichi craned her neck to look out of the window and skywards. Her eyes wandered wildly around for a few seconds before she before she spotted part of the underbelly front section of another but slightly larger air vehicle.

"I see him!" She told Bulma.

"Bulma! You've got to pull up, and now!" Shizema told her.

"I can't!" She near screamed at him. "My engines are gone and I've lost all but one of my thrusters, which is about to fail also!"

"Can you help us?!" Chichi quickly asked, putting an end to an unnecessary detailed explanation.

"I have grappling claws equipped to the bottom of my air vehicle." He suggested. "I'll try to attach to your roof and land us both safely."

"Alright!" Bulma agreed.

"Good." After quickly preparing his grappler, Shizema relayed his instructions. "Bulma, I'm ready. But when I do this, you must release your controls and allow me total and uninterrupted handling of your vehicle, okay?"

"But…"

"Bulma you must trust me," Shizema beseeched. "I will save both you and your friend, I promise. Please trust me. I won't let anything happen to you."

Chichi looked at the play of feeling that came across her friend's face, fear, confusion and few other she could really identify. When it looked like she wasn't going to respond Chichi opened her mouth to speak but Bulma beat her to it.

"It will be best if we acted on your timing." She said after a couple of seconds.

"Alright, I'm moving into position now!" Shizema directed his vehicle so that it cam above Bulma's. The skill he used to match her descending speed was rare if ever seen among humans, but Bulma and Chichi were too concerned with their critical situation at the moment to notice.

"I'm now extending my grapplers." Shizema voice said through the radio.

~ Please work. ~ Chichi silently prayed.

"Alright, I'll be making contact in five, four, three,"

Bulma and Chichi held their breaths.

"Two, one!" The second Shizema's countdown ended; there was an immediate abrupt jolt to Bulma's air car.

Rather than feeling the secure connection of being held in the grappling claws grasp, the two female passengers felt their vehicle being knocked further downwards, with increased speed. If it wasn't for the seat belts, both Chichi and Bulma would have been thrown from their seats due to the force. The sounds of women's frantic cries and screams flowed unhindered through his radio reverberated around Shizema's ears like a lullaby. He didn't bother to suppress the half sneer, half grin that came upon his face.

"Jiro!" Bulma yelled at the radio. "What the hell happened?!"

"Grappling claws must have slipped!" His honest sounding voice belied nothing. "We'll have to try again!"

"Fine!" Bulma said without argument. "But it's got to work this time."

Looking out the glass window screen Bulma could tell they only had a good minute or so before impact. A quick glance at Chichi told her that she was well aware of that very fact as well.

"Understood," Shizema . "I'm moving back into position now."

Once again Shizema brought his vehicle in realignment with Bulma's air car.

~ Alright, fun time is over.~ He quickly decided.

Shizema counted down before he manoeuvred to close the last couple feet. This time, however, he made a genuine error and accidentally flew in to near. The over appliance of pressure caused the claws to of the grappling rods to slip across the curved surface of the roof of Bulma's air car. Seeing his last chance to save them vanishing before his eyes, Shizema pulled down the lever that operated the retracting and extending function of the claws, making them close immediately.

Bulma and Chichi looked towards where they heard the sound of crushing metal was coming from, and they saw that one of the claws was piecing clear through one of the rudder wing like an artificial extension of their air vehicle. Another sound of crushing metal along with breaking glass drew their attention back inside the air car just above their heads. They saw the tips of another claw making its way through the ceiling and through the main light, causing large cracks to travel all the way through the glass covering, from end to end. The splinters of glass turned to fairly big shards, which rained down with some falling onto the two women. Both quickly raised hands and arms above their heads and brought their torsos towards their knees to protect themselves. A new fear of having the roof of the vehicle being ripped right out from above their heads suddenly developed.

"Jiro!" Bulma yelled through the radio. "It's all yours! You have control!"

The moment that Bulma had relinquished direction to Shizema, a shrilly, rapid bleeping sound began. On the monitor showing the diagnostic results, the area where the reverse thrusters were on the line diagram flashed red. Apparently Bulma had handed over control at just the right time, as the thrusters had just failed, leaving the smaller air car with no manoeuvrability to fight against their decent to speak of.

It was very obvious when the weight of the other vehicle was his to manage; Shizema had felt the sudden increase of gravity's pull. It was more mass then he had expected for such a small craft, and he almost immediately nearly loss control of both. Without further stalling Shizema increased the power to his engines, and pulled back on his stirring controls. Too little, he knew, would not cut their falling momentum enough so that they'd survive. Too much would only result in the violent tearing apart of the linked vehicles while they were still airborne. He was certain he would live through either outcomes, he could fly of own abilities, but the human females would not. Though the other female was in inconsequential, he needed Bulma Briefs to survive this, and there was no guarantee that he'd be able to rescue her in time. Sarumi had made it clear that she wasn't to die during any of this; at least not yet. Besides Shizema knew that if be saved them both, it would only mean more credibility to him, and that would work to his advantage.

The speed at which they continued to fall was higher than what Shizema was comfortable with.

~Dammit! We're still falling too fast ~ Shizema continued to pulled up on his stirring controls and the speed of decent began to lesson accordingly. He took a quick look out his window. He figured they couldn't be any more than a couple of thousand feet above the surface, and that distance was diminishing with every passing second, and their speed still needing to be decreased. Looking at his speed dial, his vehicle was clocking at over 395 miles per hour. Knowing that procrastinating was not an option; Shizema pulled back even further on his controls further, cutting down quite significantly on their speed. But it still wasn't enough.

~ Fuck! ~ Shizema acknowledged. ~ They'll never survive the impact! ~

Even though he now began to ease back on the controls in steady smooth increments, the surface only seemed to continue to speed towards them. He wasn't ignorant that how he was connected to the vehicle he was supposed to be rescuing was causing it to be slowly ripped apart from where he had damaged the hull.

Back from their vantage point Chichi and Bulma heard the straining of metal, and more pieces of the ceiling fell down onto the two. A fairly large piece that fell on Chichi struck her shoulder, tearing some flesh, making her screamed out in pain.

"Chichi!" Bulma cried.

"I'm…o…kay!" She grinded out while clasping her pained limb with her other hand.

"Jiro!" Bulma shouted frantically. "We're being torn to shreds!"

Shizema blocked out the voice and just concentrated on trying to land them safely without doing what Bulma feared he was doing to her air car with her friend and self inside.

~ Fucking bitch! What the fuck does she think I'm doing?! ~

Not allowed any more time to curse the woman the shrill proximity warning began to howl from his consoles letting Shizema know that they had just entered into the last hundred metres, forcing him into only one course of action. Despite the risk incurred he wrenched back full throttle on his controls cutting the maximum amount speed he could.

When the inevitable contact with made that wasn't the end of movement of the joint vehicles, Bulma's air car bounced a good clear fifty feet or so high causing both vehicles to somersault. On the second rebound the grappling rods snapped apart like brittle twigs along with one wing and a whole right rear side section. Now separated both air vehicles tumbled along the farm terrain, occasionally colliding adding to the mangling. Parts and pieces of parts flew off every which way, with every graze, roll and knock endured. Wings, antennae, outer plating were either destroyed or damaged severely, and entire sections were torn apart from the main body of the vehicles

It took a good several minutes for the remains of both vehicles to come to a complete halt. While smoke billowed from the duel wreckage, demolished circuitry continued to sizzle and fire on their own and machine oil and fuel leaked onto the ground from their now broken storage compartments like blood. The original colour of the fields was stained to a crude black from the liquid substances and from being burnt.

From the larger heap there was a rumble and it began to shake. A few seconds later a beam erupted from the wreckage and a ruffled but alive Shizema flew through his self made exit. Still hovering in the air, he rolled his head on his shoulders in circular movements, placing the flexibility back into his neck before panning the area. When his eye settled on the rubble of what was once Bulma's air car some yards from his own, he reactively blasted towards it.

~ Sarumi isn't going to like this. ~

Because of approaching from the rear he instantly saw the enormous hole in the right side that his grappling claws and made and entered through it. As he headed towards the front where he knew Bulma and her friend would located he could see how the air vehicle internal condition fared, and he uninterestingly noted that it wasn't good. Anything made of glass and non shatter plastics, from dash boards to window screens had shattered leaving many pieces laid on what remained of the floor. Fabric lining had ripped to sheds. In fact the only thing keeping the body of the vehicle intact and the passenger seats clamped down was the near indestructible titanium metal that they were composed.

Now several metres from his goal he saw the torso of a body with long dark hair draped very uncomfortably over the arm of the seat it was slouched in.

~The second female.~ He deduced and shifted his gaze to the seat beside her to see a similar sight., only this female had long cerulean hair.

Completely ignoring the woman with the dark tresses, Shizema walked up to Bulma. He took a brief note of how of how the durable seat restraints had kept the two female passengers safely in their seats. Shizema then placed his hand on a bear shoulder, and rearranged her body so that she was seated properly. The crash had transformed her once demin skirt and short sleeve turquoise blouse into mere rags. Shizema was shown more skin than what was needed to peak his interest and he instantly tore her seat belt away. He stared at her for quite a long time with ignited lust. Not even paying attention to the blood that seeped from scratches, cuts and from one particular gash that was above her left brow. All he saw was a beautiful, sumptuous, venerable, woman's body, all ready for him to enjoy.

~I shouldn't have to wait any longer than I have to.~ He self reasoned. ~Besides Sarumi wouldn't care in the slightest and this…this is the real genuine article. ~

Shizema dropped to his knees and stretched out both hand to plant them on Bulma's breasts squeezing through what remained of her blouse. He lowered his face and ran his mouth from her cheek down the column of her neck to her chest. His tongue left a wet trail that was followed by his top teeth which raked over the surface of Buma's skin, causing the woman to shudder and whimper in pain even in her unconsciousness. But Shizema wanted more. He wanted to feel the bare soft flesh of her body. He wanted to experience what Vegeta had for years, to be completely buried within her and in a frenzied lust maddening act he grabbed Bulma skirt and ripped it apart before doing the same with her blouse.

to be continued…



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