Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ So Blue ❯ Stolen Treasure ( Chapter 37 )

~~~```` Chapter 37 --Stolen Treasure.

Bulma gripped the body suit of Bardock who flew up the powerless elevator shaft. Several Sayians following closely behind disobeying orders to protect their queen. The power had cut off, only the electrical lights seeming to work and Bulma nearly freaked on the meaning. Vegeta was an hour away, just now getting out of the GR and preparing a speech for the millions of loyal warriors. And they had no way to contact him about their little problem on the planet. Now she would have to take matters into her own hands.

Bardock dropped the Queen on her feet on the first level of the castle and quickly followed after her running form. Technicians ran across the maze of hallways a few stopping when recognizing her and quickly started to badger her with questions and pleads of orders. "Get my daughter," was her first response. A few separated to do a quick sweep since they had no way to contact her for their scoters all had been demolished with the power of their king. And with the power of the missing heir to the throne, that no one had realized. The rest followed her to the main computer room.

Her heart was pounding in her chest. She could feel something was wrong and when she entered the room, her heart stopped all together. The big skull flashed upon computer screens. "Shit!" She screamed pounding her fist into the nearest wall, caring nil for her bleeding flesh. "The shield is down!" She explained to the lost ones angrily. "We have a traitor on board." Bulma shoved herself in a chair, Bardock doing the same, typing faster then the human eye could see. "We have to abort the virus. It won't bring back the shield but we'll be able to contact Vegeta's ship." Bulma's eyes suddenly widened coming across an all ready open file. Her mouth dropped open but becoming a quick smile, "The moron forgot to delete." She laughed happily. "Think of a four letter word, Bardock."

"Kill."

Bulma smiled and nodded quickly typing it in and laughed to herself when the skull disappeared and the screens began to reboot. "Oh, what luck! What an idiot. If I didn't know any better I'd say he wanted us to find it. Once the computers come back on, contact Vegeta's ship, tell him what's going--"

"Queen Bulma!" She turned her swivel chair, smiling at the panting Sayian in the doorway. However the dark eyes of hers was enough to wipe the happiness from all existence. "She's gone. Klooer has her." She held up the note and another Sayian quickly snatched it and handed it to the queen.

Bulma stared at the writing for a few minutes, no thoughts making any coherent sense in her head gazing at letters that seemed to make no meaning. However, she all ready knew what it said. Her only baby was gone.

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Vegeta smirked when stepping out onto the deck of his ship that recently just landed upon a rusty planet. Heat poured over the lands but no sun was present, hiding behind pink clouds. A barren planet used only for meetings such as this. He raised his black eyes to the sky finding hundreds upon hundreds creatures hung in the air waiting for their orders. All different shapes and sizes, with creatures of higher intelligence and of the lowest form of genius in their own ships needing to listen from their computer screen to understand the Sayian King. Vegeta brought his sight to the land, overlooking millions of creatures lined all in certain rows and columns, armored, straight, proud, and anxious for a fight that had been brewing for years. Sayians lined the first twenty rows that stretched a mile long. Behind them the creatures get taller till the giants that weight at least two ton and stood approximately fifteen feet tall and had a finger the size of a Sayian child. The Spider clan, Bulma calls them since she can't pronounce their real name, built a forty-foot long and tall web holding only the nobles which there were five to the side of Vegeta's pedestal. He nodded to them. Then he switched his eyes once again to the sky finding the Wings of Wendro hovering above, flapping their ten-foot wings to steady themselves.

This was his kingdom. It made him shiver with anticipation for today was the day Klooer's empire falls and he and his son rule the entire universe. His son…

He took a deep breath, the microphone echoing off into the distance. Once again he stated his glorious speech, getting rises here and there, however different from his home world rally, it got the same point across. All so excited of the Prince that was just recently found though then quickly raging with a desire for blood upon hearing of Klooer's defilement toward the heir. Though none could fully understand that rage except for Sayian blood.

Kali would have loved to see this.

Where had that thought come from? Vegeta stalled in his speech, not wanting to think of the lost child however falling prey to its pain that it brought. Kali had been born two months before Trunks was, the two first half-breeds the universe had ever known were bound to a friendship no one would ever be able to feel. Getting Trunks back had been a huge part of young Kali, however as the years gone by, Kali had lost his feeling toward the disappeared noble. He would have wanted to witness the miracle of Vegeta's son being brought home again. But the boy was dead and it had been Vegeta's entire fault. Why Radditz did not hate him was very well beyond him, but he was sure somewhere deep past Radditz's pride and honor laid the dormant resentment that would stay forever behind locked doors.

The crowd started whispering and it brought Vegeta's musing to a standstill and he quickly took up where he left off. But he was soon to growl when he heard his comrade's voice from behind. Stalling in his speech now angry, Vegeta snapped around, "What is it, Radditz?" He growled quietly. Though the eyes held an expression he had learned in the past to fear.

The spectators down below tried to listen, Sayian hearing even unable to pick up the slight whisper between their King and a Royal guard. However their eyes all widened when the King hurried off the deck of his ship and into it, without even a word. Radditz, a famous known Second in Command took a stand, quieting them all and giving out the orders with quick precision. Only one minute later did he run inside and the ship took off, the crowd, staring into the sky with question and shock.

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Bra shivered but continued on bravely through the vessel that she now resided on. After the electricity had snapped off, Trunks had ran them out the back way where he un-capsule a small ship and within seconds they were gone from the atmosphere not even noticeable by any one upon her home planet. Only two minutes of silence past before they docked a secret, invisible ship that lay behind Vegeta-sei's moon.

Her blue eyes shifted to her new sibling, his hard features resembling so much of her father. Goten still unconscious slung over his shoulder. He must have felt her eyes for he turned to her and gave her a reassuring smile. "I know your words are true and you are my blood. No matter what has not been between us for years, I'm your older brother and I will not allow harm to touch you. Trust in my strength." She nodded and gave him a smile of her own but he quickly turned straight ahead, coming upon large doors, his features turning harsh once more.

The doors slammed open from Trunks' power alone and the two royals stepped confidently into the throne room of their enemy. Bra's hands tightened around her dress, her back only straightening and her eyes more fierce, meeting bravely the blood of Klooer's eyes and the humor upon his purple lips. The young ones stalled before him, Trunks lowered Goten to the floor. "Welcome my beautiful Sayian Nobles." He chuckled softly licking his lips. "Such a delicious sight, twins of pleasurable beauty. Amazing the resemblance." He rose from his dais to slither down toward them, circling the new comer Bra, a figure he had longed to touch and taste for years, since her womanly curves descended upon her. Now so ripe she was, perfect for the plucking. He ran his black fingernail down her cheek, watching in amusement when she ripped away. "The replica of your mother. Though if not more desirable for your innocence." He leaned in taking a deep breath of her scent, groaning against her ear. "And purity." He whispered full of lust before turning to the male, his hand rising to slide across his shoulders as he stepped around the gorgeous figure. "Betrayers are never taken kindly, young Prince. However such a rare breed you are, never would I think of killing such exquisiteness. A cell awaits you and then my fun with you will begin, and never will you think of dishonoring me again."

Trunks pulled away turning to him with balled fists, "I will never submit to you."

"You already have."

"That was before I knew the truth. All your words have been lies. I see that now."

"But yet you still do not remember. If only I could trigger your soul. I would love to see the passion that burns within." He smirked, his tail dancing behind him enticingly, wantonly.

"Our father will kill you." A brave sentence from the female caused both males to glace at her. Klooer chuckled sliding to be in front of her.

"You think?"

"I know. He will retrieve us and kill you."

"He will come will he?"

"Bet your ass he will."

"Oh then my plan has worked more perfect then I had desired." He laughed joyously, though it was obvious mock. "Child, come now. You do not think that I would just take you to take you now would you? No matter your beauty I truly care not. I take you now for Vegeta's rage. I want his power to be exposed. I want to taste the Super Sayian myth upon my lips and watch as he surpasses all great expectation."

"Then…Then it is a trap."

"You would think anything else?" Klooer chuckled. "Of course it is a trap. You will see my plan in all good time, my lady. But your torture awaits. See I figured that having his daughter just being stolen right from under him by his lost son was truly not enough. However." Klooer stepped closer, grasping her arm tightly as not to let her back away and held her tight to his chest, allowing his finger to trace her jaw line dropping down to her chest to the center of her breasts. "Having her purity as well would cause such great distress. Maybe just the right trigger for a new transformation."

Klooer smirked seeing the fright in her eyes but Bra was suddenly pulled aside and Klooer had all ready his hand up to block the punch of his transgressor. He moved his red eyes to the blue skies of rage and smiled. "Now young Prince, the last time you were able to touch me I let you. Do not think that you are actually powerful."

"I will not allow you to harm her."

"Oh, but who said anything about me?"

"What?"

Klooer flexed his eyes to the side, Trunks landed on his feet to turn around, stumbling when finding ten creatures all standing near the farthest wall licking their lips in their excitement and grinning while gazing up and down the body of a shivering Bra. "My men have been deprived of a woman's flesh for far too long. It drives them to the point of madness. I care not for the flesh, it causes no excitement. I admire it but that it is all the pleasure I receive. While you fight me to protect your irresistible little sister, nothing but her own strength will guard her from crazy sex driven males. Perfect plan, no?"

"Bastard!" Trunks hauled another fist to his once master's face but Klooer just batted him away as if a fly and watched with amusement, him roll across the ground.

"Please reassure me that I taught you better then this." Klooer asked smugly, crossing his arms over his chest watching the young one rise to his hands and knees. His blood eyes moved to the wall and nodded once watching them all strutted over to the backing female till her back hit the wall and she was surrounded. He turned over to Trunks who panic at the sight and made a dash for them but he rematerialized in front of the Sayian prince, bashing his knee in the man's stomach.

Bra heightened her ki to the full extent, lowering herself into fighting position, eyes connecting with each and every one of her stalkers. She took a deep breath, concentrating on her barely used senses to pick up their kis. Just the way Kali had taught her. Oh, if only he were her. He would have protected her. He would not have gone so soft on Trunks like Goten had done, so blinded by his past relations with the young man that he could not fight to the full extent of his power. And now he lies upon the floor unconscious, beaten.

She shifted her eyes to his laid form, his bruising were fading and once deep gashes were now replaced with new skin however still covered in dry blood. When was he going to wake? He had been out for the past hour and half. She needed him now.

One of them moved. Bra shifted back and watched them come forward for her with blinded lust.

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Bra huffed, wiping the blood from her busted lip with the back of her hand. It was quite hard to fight off ten sex-driven males in a dress that had been for sure. But they had certainly done away with it by ripping piece by piece off until now she was exposed to them in her spandex uniform. She had put it on underneath just in case she was needed to fight. The blue eyes darted around defensively, two were down for the count, broken-necks, never to wake again however the other eight that stared at her with blind lust filled eyes were much stronger then she anticipated. They licked their lips and chuckled seductively circling her in unison.

She glanced over to her brother who was being taunted by Klooer. Why didn't he transform yet? He knew how. So what was holding him back? Bra lowered her gaze to her mate, sprawled still upon the floor. She could feel his ki rising with each passing second. Didn't he hear the fighting going on around him? Didn't he feel her fear within him? He really lacked instinct this one. Too human for his own damn good. Bra screeched when suddenly a hand gripped her throat and slammed her into the wall. She gasped for air, glaring up at her aggressor. He grinned wildly, his snake like tongue slipping out of his lips to wiggle against her skin. "Goten!" She grasped out weakly, but the air was quickly leaving her body, she needed to do something. Her father needed her to stay alive and unharmed and then he would come. Her feet lifted from the ground and she smashed both into his stomach sending him crashing across the room.

Another lunge at her but she spun around and dropped kicked the creature in the head, quickly slamming her fist into another awaiting male. Four attacked together, she dodged by dropping to the floor, sticking out her leg and spinning around, making each one fall to the floor. She jumped out of the circled and landed next to her mate. Bra slapped his cheek, "Goten! Wake up now! Enough of this weakness!" She growled, panicking when she found the eight men in a perfect line just waiting for the right attack. Bra without thinking anything else rolled him over to his side and pinched the nub of his tail. She smiled when he screamed out loud when the pain vibrated him.

Tears filled his eyes as he glared back at the woman, "What'd you do that for?" He whimpered batting her hand away to rub his agony-filled back.

"Goten, you see those men?" She flexed her head to the line. And he nodded. "They all want to fuck me really really badly." A growl quickly loosed from her lover and she grinned, standing along with him although he now completely ignored her existence. His fists clenched tightly at his sides and his muscles bulged with the dragon of power that waited to be un-leased.

When the line of horny males jumped to attack, Goten without the need to transform knock each one of them errantly down with a small kick of his ultimate power. Taking no changes he went to each one of the creatures, punching them squarely in the face, breaking each of their noses. He stood, wiping the blood from his fist and looking back over to his woman whose jaw was dropped in awe. He smiled confidently, "I told ya I was strong." He went to her, wrapping her up in his arms taking in her pure scent however becoming stiff, "Bra. Where are we?"

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The ride though only twenty minutes was enough to drive any Sayian insane, especially this certain king. He paced the floors of his ship, the warriors around him all quiet not willing to risk their lives to interrupt his contemplation. They all knew what had happened and all felt the same failure as the next. But it was not time to think of it. They needed to contrive a plan. That was the only way to make the sadness of this news vanish. They will get both of their royal children back on to Sayian land before this battle ends. Today.

"Landing in Five, four, three, two, one." The ship hit the ground causing only minimal disturbance.

Vegeta flew for the doors; Radditz on his heals watching from the deck of the ship as his king ran down the long path of Heros. He pounded up the glass stairs only to stop at the last one. His mate stood before him now, tears flowing from her eyes, a letter scrunched in her clenched fist. The king stood strong, his gaze unrelenting, and the only sign of his stoic demeanor was the nails that dug into his palm and blood that dripped entirely too slowly before it broke apart when it hit the glass.

Radditz flew to his own mate who stood at the bottom of the glass stairs and dropped beside her, never taking his gaze off his royal couple. Vegeta moved not one inch when his mate fell to her knees at his feet, her body falling over to cry brutally into her thighs. The wind blew ice upon them but no one felt it. All ignorant to any matters of importance except for the agony that penetrated every spectator from their King and their Queen.