Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Slayer Mine ❯ Nightmare's End ( Chapter 12 )

Giselle was out, like usual, hunting the monsters who preyed on the living, her skill and speed had increased much since Piccolo had become her watcher. She wasn't cold or hungry anymore and sleeping with four walls and a roof over her head in a warm bed with clean blankets and sheets felt so good she had no words to discribe the feeling.

A vamp swung at her, it's brute strength and swiftness nearly a match for her. She knew that the older vampires could be tireless fighters, skill and speed born of time and experience. She held the stake in one hand, twisting her body as the vampire, saliva dripping from it's fanged mouth, eyes cat-like and yellow, came after her.

She slipped on the muddy ground, losing her balance. No! She cried within her head as the monster smiled, licking his lips, already savoring his prize. Nothing tasted sweeter, every bloodsucker knew, than the blood of a slayer. He leapt for her, mouth wide in antispation.

Screaming, Giselle flipped over, gained her feet and plunged the sharpened wood deep into the creature's chest, twisting it for good measure. "I'm no body's thanksgiving turkey!"

With a look of shock in his widened eyes and a gasp, the vampire expired in a puff of dust and ash, falling at once to settle on the ground around her. Giselle shook her head, she really hated this part, the disgusting mess they made when they died.

"Giselle!" She heard her name and spun around, Goten floated in the air above her, his eyes wild with concern, "Piccolo's returned! He's brought Bulma back!"

She felt her heart tighten. She was glad for the woman, even though she'd never met her before. But anyone in that place who escaped she felt happy for. She consentrated, for she was still unpractised and it took her longer than a mere thought that she wished to do so for her to lift herself from the ground, Giselle found her center and rose, slowly from the ground.

Joining her friend, she followed in his wake back towards the house.

"You don't understand!" Bulma was screaming, crying, refusing the mug of warm tea Chi Chi was struggling to push into her hands; "Vegeta's going to destroy that place and there are kids there! Women and kids!"

Giselle heard the last part of what the blue haired frantic woman was saying and grit her teeth. She'd seen what the proud warrior could do, when he was mad enough. All those kids….No! She did not think that Vegeta would wait to get everyone to safty before unleashing his wrath. No, she knew, he was far too volatile and sponsanious. She grabbed Goten's arm; "We have to get there, Goten! We have to save them!"

She meant the kids and their mothers, Goten was certain, not the monsters who'd kept them for so long. He nodded, and lifting her this time so they could make better time, took off into the air, following Giselle's directions back to that place of horror and pain she'd left only a few years before.

Vegeta was already in the sky above the ground under which rested the facility. He was throwing poweful ki blasts at the ground, exploding the dirt and making large craters that exposed the roofs of the large building. He did not stop once those roofs came into veiw but continued his onslaught with all the force of the rage Giselle saw flashing in his ebony eyes.

Goten flew up to Vegeta, still holding Giselle in his arms; he screamed; "Vegeta! Stop it! Stop! There are innocent women and children in there! You'll kill them!"

"Please!" Giselle cried, the tears in her eyes falling down to wet the front of Goten's gi, "Let us go in and get them out, then you can do as you like, Vegeta."

Vegeta had paused in his attacks, but the anger he wanted to unleash, continue to unleash was held barely in check. Giselle saw his fingers twitch as they become fists at his side. Finally, though it took much effort, he growled out; "Go!"

"T-thank…" Giselle began but Vegeta snarled at her, he was beyond good manners.

"Just go! Get them out of here!" He said though clenched teeth, "Then you both better get out of here!"

Goten and Giselle need not have worried much about how they were going to get past the gaurds, Both of them could have easily took them out had they needed to. But, the women, sensing not all was as it should be, after hearing the blasts made by Vegeta that shook their inclosed world to it's foundations, and upon seeing the roof caving, had taken those moments to stage a revolt.

Armed with the only weapons they could find; plastic kitchen knives, chairs, broken glass from the pictures which hung along walls in the hallwasy, the women beat or killed their tormentors. Years of supressed rage and hurt along with the very real need to survive at any cost, made the women's attack far more brutal than they needed to be.

Giselle winced at the carnage around her. She could almost feel sorry for them, almost. She heard wimpering and kicked aside a fallen body with a large piece of glass jutting from his torn throat and followed the sound. She burst into one of the playrooms, scent and sight all pummeled her at once and the memories came back ten-fold. Amber's face flashed before her.

She shook her head. That was the past. This is now. Think about now, Giselle! She scolded herself, rushing forward to gather up a small child in her arms, the one who had been whimpering while the others gathered around in fear and silence.

"Shhh." She soothed, smoothing the child's golden curls, "It's going to be all right. Everything's going to be all right…"

"They're destroying this place." A boy, about ten from the looks of him, spoke aloud to no one; "We're going to die."

"No you are not." Goten stood there, he had a few more with him, Giselle wasn't certain how he could have been fast enough to fly home and gather more people, but they were there now and that was all that mattered. She recognized Chi Chi's husband; Goku, Vegeta's lavender haired boy; Trunks, the shorter warrior whose name, she recalled was Krillin, the namek, her watcher, Piccolo and another, she did not know, hairless and three eyed…that last made her pause for a moment, then shrug. She was getting used to surprises. "Come with us, kids. Let's get the hell outta here."

Each warrior took up two of the little ones, bearing them into the air, carrying to to safty. One little girl screamed out, held by Piccolo, the other girl he held looked so much like her than she had to be her sister, if not her twin; "Mommy! Mommy's down there!"

"Come back for the mothers!" Goten yelled, and Giselle and he set about locating them and gathering them all up into one area. As it was there were only about thirteen women there. It had always seemed to Giselle that there were more. They gathered in the playroom the children had just been in. A red-haired young woman appoached Giselle, touching her face with one cold hand; "I always knew one day you would come back to save us, Giselle."

"Cerise." Giselle said, recalling the other's name, "Don't worry, your getting out of her. Everyone's getting out of here."

Without speaking, Cerise hugged her, when she broke away, the gratefulness in her eyes was nearly tangible.