Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Slayer Mine ❯ Bulma's Dilemma ( Chapter 7 )

She rolled over and squeezed her eyes shut tighter. Her back ached from sleeping on the hard cement floor and her face felt gritty from the tears that had fallen in her sleep. She heard the door open and then click locked once more. She thought perhaps that they had brought more food. She wasn't hungry.

"Excuse me?"

She heard the voice, a soft feminine voice with a slight southern twang, from the direction of the door and moaned in frustration. She did not wish to woken. She did not wish to thrust back into this waking nightmare. But the voice had a body who also had hands that knew how to reach out and shake her rudely awake. Bulma sat up, shoving her away and glared out of her large brilliant blue eyes. She took in the sight of the other woman. A rather thin thing with long, curly red hair and bright green eyes. She was staring down at Bulma with an expression of fear and wonder playing across her doll-like features.

"I...I'm sorry…" She stumbled, clasping her hands in front her as if she didn't know quite what to do with them, she glanced towards the door nervously, "I just came to tell you, you need to be ready when they come for you…your turn is coming up soon…"

"My turn?" Bulma asked, confused, not for the first time since she'd been taken, "What do you mean, my turn?"

"You don't know?" The girl asked, and now that she could get a better look at her, Bulma realized she was no more than a teenager, or perhaps a bit younger, she looked scared and…something else she couldn't place. Bulma shook her head.

"Know what?" She asked, "I don't know anything! Why I was kidnapped, why I was brought here! Anything!"

"Shh!" She cautioned, placing a finger against her lips, "They don't know I'm in here. I…I get special privliges because I…I'm a favorite…I can move about the complex on my own if I wish…"

"So, why don't just escape!?" Bulma cried, wanting to slap the stupid child, "What's wrong with you?!"

"Shh! Please! I don't want to get caught! You don't know what they'll do to me if…" She paused, "I can't just escape, as you put it, I don't have a key to any of the doors that lead outside and no one can get one unless they pass security check…I'm a breeder so I don't pass…"

"Wait a minute!" Bulma cried, stopping the girl, "What did you say?"

"I don't pass sec…"

"No…the other thing…a breeder?" Bulma felt suddenly sick, "What does that mean?"

"You really haven't heard have you?" She asked, eyes wide, "There's this scientist, see…I don't know his name…I don't any one of us does…and he is working on making a supior race of people. At least, that is what they told me, when they took me. Every one of the breeders, women like me…and you…are each choisen for some special trait they have…"

Bulma's stomach turned and she had to swallow to keep from dry heaving. Oh, God! If what this girl was saying…she was to be…raped…

"No!" She cried, pounding her fists on the cement floor, "I won't submit to this…this…insanity! Surely the other women here will fight! Surely…"

The girl was all ready shaking her crimson locks, looking sad; "No, they won't. They've been here too long…they…they've just…given up…a long time ago…"

"Just how long has this been going on?"

"I have three children now…" She said, "I was taken when I was thirteen…"

"Oh my god!" Bulma gasped, having trouble imaging a thirteen year old girl in such a situation, "You poor girl! You were just a baby yourself! The animals!"

"It's no good to resist…" She shook off the older woman's sympathy, "They have ways…of making you…do what they want…even if you fight…"

"Why hasn't the police been informed of this place?!" Bulma asked, "Surely, if it's been around as long as you say, someone sometime had to have leaked info…"

"Money can close many mouths." She said, sighing, "The scientist is rich beyond belief and has the cash flow to keep this place going and his or her many lackies silent…"

"Well, I'm not about to submit!" Bulma cried, narrowing her eyes, "And I'll tell you something, Kiddo, when my husband finds out about this…" She let the threat hang unfinished in the air between them, but she saw the hope flicker in the younger woman's eyes for a moment before they became dark and hollow once more. She reached out to touch her hand, "Don't worry. We'll get out here. I promise."

"I don't know…"

"I do!" Bulma squeezed her hand beneath her own, "What's your name?"

"Cerise." She said, touching her hair, "I was named for my hair…"

"Yes, Cerise means `Red'." Bulma said, "Listen, Cerise, We are getting out of here. Trust me."

Cerise nodded, but her eyes held no belief.