Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Slumber Party! ❯ Captive! ( Chapter 27 )

Moaning softly in her half-asleep trance, Tori felt the others around her and Terra's warm fingertips upon her brow, the contact somehow soothing. She heard all the voices and tried to keep them straight inside her mind which belonged to who.

She felt so tired. So very tired. Terra continued to stroke her hair away from her forehead as the others spoke in hushed tones.

Suddenly, Tori's eyes snapped open. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She clutched at Terra's lap, gripping material in her fingers as her heart raced beneath her chest.

She felt as if she'd just been shoved into an icy river and was struggling desperately to stay afloat. Still unable to speak, Tori continued to writhe frantically on the floor where Terra, startled, had dropped her.

Finally, her mouth seemed able to form words.

"S-stop...stop it! Stop it! Please!"

Piccolo was at her side in an instant, pulling her towards him, "Tori? What is it? Is he hurting you?!"

Tori, knowing that the namek mean Cyclone, of course, grew quiet, her blue eyes hazed over and still. She looked lost and afraid, though no longer in a trance. She buried her face between Piccolo's shoulder and arm, tears falling, wetting his gi, "Please..."

She shivered as if she were cold and he drew his cape about her, cradling her as if she were an infant, rocking her gently. Those who looked on could only stare, or in some cases, sneer, but Piccolo did not care. Tori clung to him like a lifeline and sobbed. She dared not voice her latest vision....yet....yet she knew she had to.

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"Ah, yes, the girl," He muttered, sitting up, rubbing his temple, "Her powers are great. Even she does not know the full extent of their use...fool!"

Cyclone's injury was nearly healed. Or, at least, healed enough for him to put his plan into action. He turned his right arm over to look at his wrist. He tapped it gently and the skin folded over to reveal a metal compartment filled with buttons and blinking red and green lights. Without waiting, he quickly touched out a succession of codes and slid his flesh closed, it snapped shut and the seams disappeared into his arm.

Not many knew of his little...enhancements. He hadn't even thought to mention them to his sister, privy as she was to nearly all of his thoughts and emotions. He heard voices coming from the direction of the kitchen, but that was not what was drawing him. He could feel...something...powerful...calling to him. Like a moth to a flame. He drew nearer and nearer.

"...Still can't believe how easy it was!" Chi Chi scooped up the last of the coffee and poured the sparkling dark grounds into the maker and flipped the switch. She sat down across from Bulma and eyed the hot pink backpack Bulma had set in the center of the table, "Now, all we have to do is call the dragon..."

"Not so fast, Ladies." Cyclone vanished and appeared directly behind a startled Bulma, he had one arm about her neck the other held Chi Chi at bay, "Hand me the bag, woman! Do it or she dies..."

As if to make his threat seem more real, he clasped a hand over Bulma's mouth and nose, Chi Chi gasped to see her friend's stomach rising, growing larger and larger as if she were about to give birth, Bulma struggled under Cyclone's vice-like grip. "I am filling her with water. Like a balloon," Cyclone laughed at his own vileness, "More and more...soon, there will be no more room...then....she'll just....POP!"

He said this last with a loud emphasis on the word `pop', making Chi Chi jump and scream. She began to reach for the backpack when Bulma screamed from behind Cyclone's hand and shook head violently. Chi Chi could easily read her. She did not want her to give the dragonballs away. Especially not to one like him! Yet, what could she do?

"That it," Cyclone said, "Hand them over and your friend won't explode like a waterballoon left under the tap too long..."

"Mmmph!" Bulma cried, her blue hair falling into her eyes, she kicked at Cyclone but where her foot tried to connect, he became water, only the parts of himself holding her remaining solid, "Mmph...!"

"I'm sorry!" Chi Chi cried, tears streaming down her cheeks, "I have to!"

Upon the lookout, Vegeta gasped and cried out, his fists clenched, "Bulma!"

"Wise decision," Cyclone said, grasping the heavy bag in one hand, Bulma in the other. He could feel the woman's mate near, very near. He shoved the bag by it's handles up onto his shoulder and brought his wrist to his mouth. Pulling with his teeth, he got the top open once more and used his tongue to press a few buttons.

"Bulma!" Chi Chi cried as her friend and captor shimmered then disappeared from sight. "No!"

Cyclone let go of the woman, who'd startled to bite his hand. It was difficult to keep going in and out of liquid form as he'd been doing, and shoved her roughly away. He turned from her and several bars of steel came crashing down to the floor, enclosing her within them. He sighed and looked out the veiwscreen of his ship, the small blue and white ball spinning slowly before him before he turned his attention towards the backpack and what it contained.

"You are so dead!" Bulma cried from the corner of the room, her hands wrapped about two of the bars closing her in, "Just you wait until my husband gets to you!"

He barely glanced at her. "What? Your husband? Oh, Vegeta, Mighty Saiyan Prince," He chuckled at her glowering face, "What need I fear anyone after I've made my wish?"

His laughter echoed though out the small spacecraft.