Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Slumber Party! ❯ Communication ( Chapter 32 )

Without meaning to, Bulma grabbed onto Tori's arm, squeezing it as she noticed something on the controls of the ship. A red blinking light. Her heart was pounding faster in her chest the closer they got to the inside of the alien vessel.

Tori had all ready taken the little bit of time they had left to jettison the backpack of dragonballs and prayed they'd reach Earth in time to do Terra any good. If not, then her sacrifice would be in vain and that was the last thing she wanted.

She turned her eyes towards the blinking red light just as Bulma reached over and touched it down with the tip of one of her perfectly manicured fingernails, trying not the tremble too much in her fear. "They're hailing us." She said, although it was unnecessary, even Tori, who'd never been on a spacecraft in all her short life, knew what was happening.

The viewscreen shimmered and formed a picture of beings who looked, surprisingly enough, much like human beings, filled the screen. A male officer with a female standing behind him appeared and looked at them with eyes like large dark onyx, more curious than malevolent.

Cyclone, in his cage, moaned in his drugged state, as though he could feel the tension in the air between the two races facing each over of the veiwscreen, unsure what to do, what would be the right move, now, to make. Tori looked up at the stately gentleman and didn't know how she knew him to be a gentleman, she just had a feeling as he stared back at her.

They looked human enough, with only a few oddities that set them apart, such as their very large, oblong-shaped dark eyes that had no whites whatsoever and seemed filled with a million tiny stars twinkling in their depths, small mouths with very thin lips, (the girls noticed that the female on the screen seemed to paint her face in much the same manner as human females), and sharp chins that came to a point at the end. The two aliens filling the veiwscreen also each had a brilliant shock of multi-colored hair and very long, thin limbs and torsos, seeming able to bend at angles that would be considered odd to humans.

Reaching out, Tori stepped forward and placed the palm of her hand against the viewscreen, unsure of what, exactly she was trying to accomplish, and felt a tingling at the base of her mind, like a tiny star reaching out, calling to her, hoping to be recognized amid the muddle of her thoughts.

"Tori, what are you...?" Bulma began, blue eyes wide, still afraid of the beings even though they looked less like what her overactive imagination had painted them only mere moments ago. She backed a step away from the screen and the female alien snarled slightly, as if she took Bulma's action to be offensive.

"Shh!" Tori hissed, gazing into the male's eyes, something about him reminded her of her grandfather who'd passed away when she was eight, he seemed to have a compassionate wisdom to him, "I am trying to speak to them..."

"But, but we don't even know their language!" Bulma cried, and raised her hand to her mouth, "Tori, I don't want to die! I miss my husband and my little boy!"

"Quiet, please, Bulma!" Tori said, "I need to concentrate!"

A million stars were bursting behind her eyes in her mind as she forced herself to acknowledge the growing star inside her head, the one the alien was using to try and communicate with them, with Tori, and she reached out, mentally, grasping it and opening herself up as much as she could without removing her mental barriers she had learned to place up inside her mind for her own protection.

In a matter of seconds the aliens took from her all the information they needed to make speaking with her seem effortless and they learned about her earthly culture in moments. Gasping in shock at such a forceful will having been shoved onto her own, Tori sagged to the floor, taking a few minutes to gather herself back together.

"Are you all right?" Bulma asked, as Cyclone moaned in the holding cage nearby, "Tori?"

"I..." Tori began, unable, yet to speak.

"he being in the enclosure." The words, unrecognized by either Tori or Bulma, came over the speakers, soft and melodious.

She swiftly realized that, although the aliens could understand them, the beings could not form human speech aloud, it was too difficult for them, but they could speak to Tori mentally and Tori could relay what they meant to Bulma, who was just staring in mute astonishment, which was odd for Bulma.

"They said; `The being in the enclosure.'", Tori said to Bulma, to the gentleman alien who seemed to be the one in charge of their vessel she asked, aloud for Bulma's sake; "What? Cyclone? What do you want with him?"

"We have been seeking him and his sister, Terra, for quite some time," The voice over the speakers came once more, static coursing around the words, "We were heading towards your planet, Earth, when we recognized the ship you are on, the codes for that vessel match the ones your prisoner and his sibling own."

"They are after Cyclone and Terra," Tori said to Bulma, "Though for what reason, I can't say..."

"Well, ask them!" Bulma cried, chewing on her formally perfectly manicured fingernails.

"They are wanted in relation to crimes against our homeworld," The tone of the voice had changed slightly, "We have reason to believe that his sister did not know of his actions, but since we cannot be entirely sure, we are seeking her out as well. They will tried, of course, and when they are proven guilty..."

"Excuse me, when they are proven guilty...?" Tori interrupted, "Don't you mean if..."

"Child, we are not from your simple backwards planet,"

The alien replied, speaking inside Tori's mind as well, "We prove a criminal is guilty before we even go after him..."

"Then...What's the point of having trials...?"

"Why, entertainment, of course!"

At this the female and other, unseen crewmembers, (unseen due to the two blocking their view) laughed and smiled as Tori and Bulma continued to stare at them in disbelief after Tori had translated for her.

"W-we can't just hand them over, can we?" Bulma asked, "Tori, I don't think this is fair to Terra!"

"I agree with you, Bulma," Tori said; looking over at Cyclone, "I don't care about Cyclone, I have a gut feeling that he is guilty, but not his sister! I can't believe Terra could have anything to do with anything nefarious!"

"You have no choice, human females!" The alien male cried, clearly losing his patients, Tori changed her opinion of him, he really didn't remind her of her grandfather after all, strange how first reactions can sometimes be dead wrong,

"You will hand over the being in the enclosure and then give us the coordinates to locate his sibling, we shall take them both into custody!"

Tori looked at Bulma and both girls looked over at Cyclone, unsure of what they should do, of what they could do.

Terra would have the dragonballs wish to become well once more, but to what end? To be captured and kept for the rest of her life in a prison camp on some unknown alien world? How would that be better than death? Tori was afraid she had made a horrible mistake in letting that backpack go!