Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Slayer Mine ❯ Snatched! ( Chapter 5 )

"Get away from me!" She screamed, but no one listened, they never did, in situations like this. They merely laughed and threw her into the room. It was dark and stank of urine and…other things. She stumbled and landed on a mattress in the middle of the floor, wincing from the odor as it nearly knocked her out. She ran her fingers through her messy blue hair and screamed; "Let me out of here! God! You assholes!"

She had no idea where she was or why she'd been taken. All she could remember was walking home from the store one day, a huge bag of gorcheries obsuring her vision because she'd promised to make Goku and Goten her famous three cheese cassorole that night. She'd been thinking of later, after dinner, when it was just her and Vegeta. Such thoughts had a tendency to make her cheeks flushed and feel weak in the knees.

She hadn't even heard him until it was too late. The rag they'd shoved over her mouth and nose had been soaked in something powerful and she was out like a light before she hit the ground, food flying from her bag and rolling everywhere. Not that her attackers cared, as far she knew they just left the stuff where it landed and grabbed her. Why? She had no clue.

She ran to the door and started to pound on it with both fists, screaming at the same time. After a while she realized that all she was doing was losing her voice and giving herself bruises. She slide down against the door and folded her arms about her drawn-up knees, pouting. You guys better not be around when my husband finds out about this! She warned them in her mind, smiling evilly.

Then she screamed again, purely out of frustration. It wasn't fair! Why did things like this have to happen to her?! Was it because I'm pretty? She asked herself, fearing the answer. Probably! Pretty girls always get into some kind of trouble, don't they? At least I've never heard of an ugly girl as a damsel in distress! Ugh! It smells so aweful in here and I am kinda hungry. I wonder if they're gonna let me starve…

No sooner had she said that than the door was shoved open and she had to scramble out of the way. It was dark in the hall outside the door so she could not get a good look at who was there, but he set a tray down and slid it into the room, closing and locking the door soon after. Bulma sniffed and walked to the try. She lifted the dome-shaped metal cover off the plate and sighed. Well, she thought, examining the meager fare, at least they don't plan to starve me.

She ate the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and chips without much enthusiasm and drank the glass of milk as well. Afterwards, she shoved the tray in front of the door and banged on it with a fist, yelling at the same time; "Hey! Who ever you are! I'm done! I have to pee! Come on! Someone! I really gotta go bad!"

She didn't really, but they didn't need to know that. She thought she'd better figure out a plan to get the hell out of there and scoping out the place seemed the right first move. She waited for a moment then began yelling again, finally, the door was opened and a very large black man stood there glowering down at her. Pretending to be braver than she felt, she folded her arms and glared back.

"I have to go to the bathroom!" She said angrily, she was angry, but not for that reason, "Can you show me where one is before I burst!?" She hopped around on one foot then on the other to look like she really had to go. He nodded and looked away for a moment, seeming to gesture to someone else outside of her vision. In a second or two a young woman with striking red hair walked in, smiled kindly at Bulma and then began to tie a blindfold over her eyes!

Shit! Bulma cursed inwardly, how was she gonna scope out anything when she couldn't even see!? The woman placed her hand on Bulma's elbow and gently guided her out of the room. She felt something hard and pointed digging into her back and did not have to be a rocket scientist to figure out what it was. She walked without trying anything to the bathroom. The woman shoved her in and she heard the door click shut as she locked it behind her. Reaching up, Bulma took the blindfold off and stood there for a few moments staring down at the blue clothe in her hands that sort of matched the color of her hair.

What was she going to do?

She hoped her husband would hurry and realize she was missing!

They were nearly there, but Vegeta had slowed to speak with Piccolo. Giselle did not speak but held onto the large Namek and listened as best she could and tried not to start thinking she just dreaming again and was really still curled up on some roof somewhere half-frozen and starving.

"Can't you sense her, Vegeta?" Piccolo asked, and opened his own senses, reaching, finally, "I can't sense her! What happened? Where is she?"

"I don't know!" Vegeta cried, "It's impossible! I know! I should be able to feel her no matter where she is! But I can't!"

"Don't worry," Piccolo said, sounding more sure than he felt, "We'll find her, Vegeta, we'll find her."

Back in her cell, Bulma was given a blanket and pillow and she curled up on the floor far from the stinking mattress and tried to rest. If she was gonna be hear long she needed her strength and she wasn't about to give up and let her kidnappers have that sort of satifaction!

No way!

She fell restlessly into a blackness that held no dreams of any kind for her. Besides, she thought just before drifting off, time goes by faster when we're sleeping so it won't seem so long…