Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Hybrid ❯ Not a girl anymore ( Chapter 11 )
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By: Ravenreux 
A reintroduction to the stars of the show.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.27.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.0K | Visits: 597 | Status: Completed
A reintroduction to the stars of the show.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.27.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.0K | Visits: 597 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, but I do own a Maserati. Hehe... he's a horse though, not a really expensive car. I'm pouting.
A/N: Hello people! I'm back w/another installment of your favorite epic! Like I said before, it's set twelve years after the end of Part One and there will be some new characters that you'll encounter right off the bat. This is where the story really lives up to it's rating w/language, lots of violence, and plenty of dark adult themes. Consider that a warning, so if that's not for you, don't read anymore. Otherwise, indulge yourselves!
Again, I am warning you. This chapter has implications of rape, and I don't want to upset anyone. Please don't continue if you're not old enough or have had a similiar experience. Rape is evil and I would hate to remind anyone of it.
Chapter 11
Planet 251 of the Empire
The lone guard of the west entrance was obviously bored, judging from the amount of yawning he did within the five minute period she'd been watching him. He leaned casually against the side of the large complex and his observer smiled in the darkness. It wouldn't take much for her to get by him and she tightened the tiny knife's sheath to her leg. It was a well known fact that Frieza was a ruthless leader, even to his faithful subjects, and he rarely awarded such lowly men with any time off. That can even leave the most studious man frustrated. A sly smirked slid across her full lips.
She glanced at her silent companion and wordlessly handed him her cloak and three-foot long katana. He shook his head and walked off, knowing well what was on her mind. She rolled her eyes as she let down her hair and ruffled it to look like she'd just got up from a long night in the sack with a good lay. Methodically, she smudged the makeup around her eyes and gave them a good rub to make them bloodshot. She slipped the sleeves of her wispy blouse off to reveal her smooth shoulders and took a deep breath before stepping out into the light. Showtime. The air was cool against her skin and she had to fight back the shivers that screamed to run down her spine. Hooding her eyes, she dipped her knees a bit more and increased the sway in her hips. The looseness of her body seemed a bit exaggerated, but that's exactly what caught the lounging guard's eye. She slowly sauntered her way toward him, staggering every so often to make it all the more real.
Her eyes followed his every move as he moved off the building and stood at attention. Yeah, he's really on guard. She cocked her head dizzily and finally made eye contact. A haughty smile crossed her face as she turned toward him. For me. He was a scraggly humanoid, his armor two sizes to big for him. The hair that sprouted up from his head was a dark green and his wide eyes were black. She turned the seductive sway up a notch and sidled up to him. "You look a little lonely." She winked and trailed a slender finger up his chest. She could feel the tension running through his body and snuck a bit closer. "It's cold out," She pressed her lushly taut breasts fully against his chest. "Maybe you can warm me up?" She raised a seductively arched brow and ran the tip of her tongue over her upper lip. Men are dumb.
The arousal was evident in the flaring of his nostrils and his quickened breath. A stupid grin spread across his face as his hands started to move- over her sides, down her hips, around to cup her butt in his boney fingers. His entire manner was crude and unfeeling, coupled with a particularly foul odor that seemed to cling to the air around her. She stifled a groan of disgust and turned it into a mewled moan of pleasure as he slowly backed toward the shadows of the entrance-way. "I wouldn't want to leave you out in the cold alone, now would I?" His mouth descended to her neck.
She struggled to stop her eyes from rolling and allowed him to roughly drag her next to the door. Her eyes zeroed in on the card keypad that blinked in the darkness from over his pointy shoulder. Bingo. The fact that she wasn't responding to his advances didn't even seem to register into the guard's head as he painfully sucked at her tender- skinned neck. His hands were starting to get frustrated with her clothes and were pulling at them in earnest. Alright this creep has got to go. She pushed him back into the wall and used her pliant hips to keep him there. She pouted her lips and waggled a finger in front of his panting face. "Boys don't get to have all the fun."
His eyes narrowed and he smirked. "Isn't that why whores do this for a living?" His arms wrapped around her torso and pulled her close.
Her teeth clenched and she confidently pulled her hands up to slide up around his neck. "I guess you're right." This guy has no concept of women.
He moved his face to nuzzle into her cleavage, his hand reaching up to palm the jewel that hung from a stout chain around her slender neck. "Where did someone like you get something like this? You steal it?"
Her right hand slipped to the crown of his head while the left slide down his cheek to cup his chin. Her smile disappeared into a thin line of anger and her blood ran cold. "You should keep your hands to yourself." Her eyes narrowed into tiny blue slits. His amused expression died when her grip tightened and she twisted his head sharply at an unatural angle. The soft crack of his neck punctuated the air around them and he stared helplessly as he slid to the ground, his life peetering out. "And I'm not a whore."
Bulma glared contemptuously at him and watched the gleam of life flicker out of his dark black eyes. It tugged at the empty feeling inside her and she couldn't bring herself to feel any remorse. What is wrong with me? Why do I freak when anyone comes near this? She gently cradled the blue gem in her delicate palms and ran a thumb over it's edges. After a moment, she snapped out of her trance, slipping the jewel back under her shirt and fixed her clothes, allowing her long length of blue tail free from it's normal waisted position. She brushed off her long-sleeved white tunic top and adjusted her short black shorts into more comfortable spot. She was retying her knee high black boots when her companion emerged from somewhere to the left of her. She straightened up and gathered her long blue hair into her habitual ponytail, her long angled bangs reaching to her chin. "What took you so long?"
"Why'd you have to kill him?" Kakarrot glanced at the motionless body of the guard then back to stare at the growing hickey on her creamy throat.
Bulma snatched her cloak from from him and slung it around her shoulders. "He called me a whore." She pulled out her white sash and tied it around her forehead. "Nobody calls me a whore and gets away with it." She didn't feel the need to mention the sapphire around her neck.
You were acting like one. Kakarrot stared at her like a disapproving Tousan. "And that gives you the right to kill him?"
She suppressed the guilt and shame that always surfaced when Kakarrot was around and took her katana. "You can preach to me about morals later, but right now we have to fix Celipa's stupid mistakes." She slipped the sword into her wide brown leather belt and turned toward the keypad.
Kakarrot growled. "Celipa's not stupid."
Bulma's brow furrowed as she picked the electronic lock. "We don't have time to debate that either." The keypad zapped and sizzled, then the tiny blinking light turned green. "We're in." Kakarrot motioned for her to go first and she could tell that he wasn't going to speak to her anymore, at least until they were back on the ship. She sighed and slipped through the door with him right on her heels. Great. This isn't really the best time for the silent treatment.
The long hall before them was dimly lit, large steel doors sprouting up on either side every so many feet. The lack of personnel gave off the impression of a deserted base, but she knew that there would be plenty of soldiers for them to dodge very soon. They moved silently through the complex, staying close to the walls and suppressing their kis down to almost nothing. Frieza always kept his men well-supplied with functional scouters and even the slightest deviation from zero could pinpoint their location. Bulma led Kakarrot down a curving hall and stopped at an intersection, holding up her hand to slow him behind her. He came close behind her, his breath touching her neck, and she smiled. Those stealth drills are really paying off. He's getting really good at this. She slid back her sleeve to glance at the tiny map drawn out on the back of her hand. Glancing back up, she motioned to the left. "The holding cells are to the north, so Celipa's ki should be that way."
Kakarrot rested a hand on her shoulder in response and slipped around her to start the overlapping pattern they used when infiltrating secured areas. Bulma waited a few seconds before following, her senses reaching out to alert her to approaching men. Kakarrot ducked into a side hall while she dashed past to move ahead. He pressed against the wall to minimize his form and closed his eyes. He focused his mind and stilled when a group of moderately powerful energies came from the direction they were heading. "Bulma, duck for cover!"
She'd just slipped around the corner when Kakarrot's shout echoed through her head, followed by an equally urgent shout from in front of her. Whipping around, she came face to face with five armed and ready soldiers. Her hand slipped under her cloak to grab the hilt of her katana. "Fuck."
Somewhere in the Base
The filthy yaros drugged me. The thought repeated itself in her mind as she lay shackled to a slimy dungeon wall. Her vision was hazy and her entire body had a numbed sensation that she couldn't decide whether had been drug induced or the result of the beatings she'd taken. I should remind myself not to be get captured in the future. She blinked and her head lolled to the side to rest on her shoulder. But I doubt I'd remember. She dragged her feet underneath herself sluggishly and managed to stagger to her feet. She hadn't been shackled long and by the looks of the rusted metal, she could probably break free if she could coordinate her body into performing the feat. Gritting her teeth, she flexed what she hoped were her biceps. Sweat beaded on her forehead and she sagged back down to the ground unsuccessful. Fuck! Whatever they put me on really did a number on me! I can't fucking move!
Celipa tried repeatedly to free herself, but while she was still in the clutches of the mystery drug it proved impossible. The sting of defeat was painful and she refused to give into the press of hot tears that burned in her eyes. No! These bakayaros will not break me! I'm a Saiyan! Sniffing, she leaned against the wall to help herself to her feet. I refuse to die in this Kami-forsaken hell hole! Flashes of faces ran through her mind, all the members of the misfit crew she worked with. Kakarrot with all his innocent doting, Bardock and his evil sibling Turles, her Tousan- Toma, all made their appearances. Even that brainy little bitch Bulma. Celipa snorted and shook her head. As well as she could anyway.
Caught up in her memories, she failed to notice the figure that had entered her cell. He stood for a moment watching the bemused smile on her face before moving into the light. "You're all mine now wench."
Her head flipped up and blinked, her vision taking extra long to focus. When the lines unblurred, she ducked back against the wall. It's him! Kuso! He's come back to make good on that promise! She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound was omitted. Kami, no one can hear me!
"Oh, you must have just found out about the little side effect." The blue-skinned guard rubbed his hands together and moved closer. "Do you remember what I told you earlier? Hmm?"
She could remember distinctly what he'd said he'd do to her. The memory of her spitting into his face was very clear in her mind, as well as his whispered threat afterward. She tried to backpedal, but the filth on the dungeon floor made traction impossible. She could feel the panic overtaking her body and shuddered at the feeling. I can't defend myself! I'm totally helpless! The hungry look in his eyes fueled the fear growing within. No, no, no, no! I can't let this happen! He was right in front of her now and she could feel the heat coming off his stocky body. She could still smell his arousal despite her drugged state and it fueled her to pull herself together. Willing her muscles to respond, she pulled her arms close to her sides and braced her legs beneath herself. If he thinks he can rape an adult Saiyan female, he's got another thing coming.
He noted the hardening in her dark black eyes. "Ah, ah, ah." He wagged a finger in a tsk-tsk manner and then lashed out to back hand her into the wall. "That just won't do."
Her head was spinning and the bitter metallic taste of her own blood filled her mouth. The force of the hit knocked any of her remaining strength out the proverbial window and left her sagging in her shackles. Damn, his hands are hard. Rough hands pulled her to her feet and the guard pressed his wide, stout body into her much slighter and slender one. He quickly started tearing at her already torn clothes, baring her breasts to his violent intent. Every instinctual fiber of her body recoiled from his touch and she started thrashing, slamming her hands into his head and trying desperately to get him off of her. "Nnnnnnn!" She raked her nails down the side of his face when he started to pull at her shorts, his arousal pressed hard against her thigh. "N..no!"
His teeth bit harshly into her bruised tender flesh and he used his free hand to cover up her mouth. "Shut up!"
Celipa felt a surge of rage overcome her senses and she sank her teeth into his hand. The pain his other hand and mouth were doing to her breasts was removed as her knee flew upward to smash into his groin. "Get off!" Her growl was loud as she felt her ki finally return to her as the drug started to wear off. She used her renewed strength to forcefully shove him off her body. "Fucking yaro!" A loud buzzing filled her head as her rage reached unimaginable heights, the hair of her tail bristling. Using her newfound strength, she snapped the chains the tied her to the walls.
The guard staggered backward and ended up sprawled out on the floor, his opaque white eyes narrowed hatefully. "Saiyan bitch!" He lunged up off the floor and moved faster than her still recovering body could block. His beefy hands circled her throat and commenced squeezing the air from her lungs.
Celipa gagged as she kicked out with her heels to dislodge him. While she struggled, she realised that the loud buzzing wasn't just her emotions, but an actual alarm of some kind. Something else has happened and my would-be rapist hasn't noticed. She pulled at her quickly weakening ki and wrapped her hands around his wrist, charging the energy in her palms. She managed to smirk as the smell of burning flesh crept into her nose. His face was livid with rage, but soon started to flinch as she practically melted his skin off. That hurts doesn't it? Her body was burning for air and she prayed to Kami that he'd let go soon.
Suddenly, he let out a shout and she dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes. "Ahhh! No wonder Frieza wants you erradicated from the galaxy!"
Celipa crashed into the floor and gasped. Air! The sudden rush of air through her windpipe set off a violent coughing fit that left her momentarily unguarded. Rolling onto her back, she looked up and could only catch a glimpse of the fist that was flying for her face. It hit her hard, sending her rolling through the thick dirt and grime that coated every visible inch of the cell. The dark blanket of unconsciousness loomed over her and she felt a surge of familiar ki before she let the blanket cover her. Kakarrot?
In a nearby hall
Bulma bucked her hips and sprang to her feet, eyes focused on her next target. Or victim. A heavily armored amphibious mutant rushed at her with his fists and she stood her ground. She waited until he slowed to throw a punch and reached out to grab his shoulder, lifting her katana and letting it pierce his abdomen as she jerked him to her. His yellow frog eyes blinked in surprise. She quickly shoved him of her blade and watched him thud to the floor, his pale green blood mingling with that of the others that had fallen. A sweeping glance told her it was the last of this group and she stepped over the cut bodies. Using all of her superior senses, she sought out Kakarrot. "Where are you?"
It was a moment before a response came and it was hurried. "I'm currently engaged with the prison guards, but I can feel Celipa's ki. It's erratic."
Bulma dropped her sword to her side and took off at a dead run. "I'm coming! Hold on!" She followed the winding corridor and flipped herself down a set of stairs. Landing in a crouch, the smell of burnt flesh and smoke of ki was the first to hit her. Definitely the right direction! Moving swiflty, she followed the scorch marks and dead bodies to the main cell block. Kakarrot stood in a grapple with one guard while another attacked from behind. Twirling her katana to a different hold, she planted her feet and sent the blade sailing. It cut the air silently and hit it's mark. Bull's eye!
Kakarrot crushed the guard's windpipe and whipped around to watch Bulma's katana imbed itself into his would-be jumper's back. Glancing up, he saw Bulma running toward him. "Glad you could make it."
She planted a foot on the dead guard's back and wrenched the sword free. "What are you waiting for!? Go get her!" She didn't spare him another word as she met another soldier head on.
Kakarrot knew she could handle herself and took off. Following the thread of Celipa's fading ki to the dankest smelling cell, he blasted the rusted steel door down. Not waiting a nano-second, he rushed through. And was slammed into the wall beside him by a powerful wave of energy. Holy crap! Pulling himself out of a Kakarrot-shaped hole, he felt his body go still at the sight before him. Celipa was sprawled on the floor, her body bruised, bloody, and almost completely naked, totally incapacitated. He turned his deadpan stare to the blue ogre panted near her and raised his hands. No one touches Celipa. The creature's opaque eye's blinked as the blast incinerated him into ashes. He took a deep breath to calm himself before he knelt down beside her fallen body. He methodically checked her vitals. Her pulse is slow, but nowhere near dangerous. He shrugged off his jacket and carefully wrapped her in it, as if she were a piece of fine china. He slipped his arms underneath her and cradled her to his chest. "Bulma, I've got her."
"Well come on, let's blow this popsicle stand!" She slit her attacker throat almost surgically, and dashed off to meet him. Together they blasted a hole through the ceiling and disappeared into the night.
Floating through space
The sounds of his two-man crew filtered up through the air vents as he lounged in the pilot's chair, feet propped up on the console in front of him. His shoulders were a bit hunched and his interlaced fingers lay on his flat stomach. His body was so utterly relaxed that his long chocolate brown tail lay curled on the floor beside him. He wished ferverently that he would relax into a deep slumber, but all he seemed capable of achieving was to stare at the back of his eyelids. This is ridiculous! Two weeks without sleep is maddening! There was only so much a Saiyan body could withstand and his was running on fumes. It baffled him as to why his completely exhausted body would resist something it was clearly craving. It was begining to effect his training and his command. And there's nothing down in the infirmiry strong enough to knock me out. Go figure. His hard-planed face resumed scowling with earnest as he concentrated once again on that elusive limbo called sleep.
It was how Raditz found not twenty minutes later. It drain in his Prince's body was clearly evident from the way his body sagged heavily in the reclined chair. He found himself once again cursing the beast that had sent them to this no-man's-land section of the galaxy. He remained in the doorway just staring into the control room. I hate this.
Vegeta had noticed him the second he'd appeared in the doorway. What does the baka want now? "Is there something you wanted to say Raditz?" He didn't bother to turn around and stayed exactly as he was.
The soldier noticed the underlying weariness in his commander's voice. "It wants to speak to you."
His eyes blinked open and his teeth gritted loudly. First he takes over my life and now he forbids me to sleep! "What the fuck could that lizard freak possibly want from me now!?" The at-ease position he'd been in switched into angry crouch.
Raditz watched Vegeta's feet swing to the floor and his back straighten up as he sat up. He knew exactly where Vegeta was coming from, and not wanting to anger him further he told him. "He's throwing a tif as we speak. Apparently another one of his bases was demolished."
"Who the fuck cares? Those little peons deserve to die." The Prince cracked his knuckles.
"He's demanding to speak with you." Raditz leaned against the doorframe wearily.
Vegeta mulled it over in his head. I won't do anything that he asks, but seeing him distressed is always amusing. "Alright." He stood up and reached across the panel to press the video feed. "Let's see what put his panties in a twist."
Raditz grinned and stood out of range of the camera. The previously dark blanket of space was obscured by the morbidly twisted visage of their so-called 'Lord'. Frieza's face was livid. "It's about time Monkey Prince! You're lucky you're so far away!"
Vegeta ignored the insult and the threat. "What was that you wanted to speak with me about?"
His amused tone was lost by the borderline hysterical tyrant. "The base on Planet Lycondra was infiltrated and half of the forces killed. I want to know by who!"
"What does that have to do with me?" Vegeta played dumb, knowing full well what was coming.
"Stupid monkey, I want you to find out and kill them!" It was apparent that the changeling was seething.
"Is that all?" The Prince stifled a yawn.
The calm seemed to be instant. "Yes. I'm uploading the security feed to you now."
Vegeta scoffed. Like he'd even lift a finger. "Fine."
Frieza sent him one more glare. "Don't fail me."
Vegeta clicked off the screen while the lizard was still talking, knowing full well it probably wasn't very smart. "Fuck off." He tapped some more keys and a smaller screen popped up. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to watch. Aren't you curious Raditz?" There hadn't been any tapes for the other two demolished bases.
The taller Saiyan moved from his spot in the doorway. "Why not?" He was still a bit amused at how his Prince had handled the situation, and how oblivious Frieza was.
Vegeta clicked some more and the video started to run. From the angle they were seeing, it looked to be the cell block of their unfortunate base. Uniformed guards made their neutral patrols through the metallic halls, periodically stopping to glance into the cells. It wasn't for a few moments that the action started. Vegeta crossed his arms and watched silently as the alam sounded and the guards scattered like a bunch of scared girls. Total unorganization. No wonder they're dead. The cell block was quickly emptied of guards, so the intruder was somewhere else. "This is a waste of my time." He reached to shut it off.
Raditz felt his chest tightened and grabbed the Prince's wrist. "No! Look!" He pointed at the screen.
Vegeta jerked his arm free and glared at the screen, but blinked at who he saw cutting through the guards like butter. The cell block was riddled with dead bodies before he found his voice. "Is that who I think it is?"
Raditz nodded in response to Vegeta's shocked whisper. "My nichan, Kakarrot." Only he was older, taller, stronger, and clearly angry. What in Kami's name is he doing there? He watched his nichan grappled with a stubborn guard. I never thought he'd be a killer. His gaze narrowed as a guard attempted to get the drop on Kakarrot, only to have a long, sleek blade impaled through him. The wielder ran onscreen and ruthlessly yanked it from the still living guard. Now his jaw actually dropped. "That's..." He couldn't even finish.
"Bulma." Vegeta released the breath that was burning his chest and kept his gaze riveted on the slender girl- no, woman- that proceeded to kill with such skill and precision it astonished him. That is definitely not who I remember. Kakarrot wasn't the only one that had finally grown up. Her long blue hair twirled around her leanly muscled curves as she easily handled the same amount of men that Kakarrot had. Perhaps better, judging from the amount of blood on her skin. There were a couple of flashes off-screen which he took for ki blasts before Kakarrot reappeared carrying another female-this one unconscious. "Who is that?"
Raditz shrugged. "Beats me." He couldn't look away as Bulma almost decapitated a guard and turned toward his nichan. She looked relieved as she joined them and blasted through the ceiling. "Looks like a rescue mission."
Vegeta didn't have his usually smart ass comeback because his mind's eye was still reeling from what he'd seen sparkling from around her slim neck. The Amulet! She still has it! He felt something odd inside him as he'd watched her battle, knowing the ultimate symbol of his people was hanging from a chain around her throat. Suddenly, the need to find her made his fingers twitch. "Set a course for Lycondra."
Raditz almost did so without being told, his own want of seeing his only sibling riding over everything else. "Yes, sire."
A/N: I know I left a lot of questions unanswered, but don't worry. The answers will come soon enough. Please review because I'd love to hear you're comments and criticism. I'm really excited about writing more, and I hope I'm not turning anyone off with this more violent/angsty storyline, cuz I like it. So, please review. Chapter 13 will be posted soon.
Ciao!
A/N: Hello people! I'm back w/another installment of your favorite epic! Like I said before, it's set twelve years after the end of Part One and there will be some new characters that you'll encounter right off the bat. This is where the story really lives up to it's rating w/language, lots of violence, and plenty of dark adult themes. Consider that a warning, so if that's not for you, don't read anymore. Otherwise, indulge yourselves!
Again, I am warning you. This chapter has implications of rape, and I don't want to upset anyone. Please don't continue if you're not old enough or have had a similiar experience. Rape is evil and I would hate to remind anyone of it.
Chapter 11
Planet 251 of the Empire
The lone guard of the west entrance was obviously bored, judging from the amount of yawning he did within the five minute period she'd been watching him. He leaned casually against the side of the large complex and his observer smiled in the darkness. It wouldn't take much for her to get by him and she tightened the tiny knife's sheath to her leg. It was a well known fact that Frieza was a ruthless leader, even to his faithful subjects, and he rarely awarded such lowly men with any time off. That can even leave the most studious man frustrated. A sly smirked slid across her full lips.
She glanced at her silent companion and wordlessly handed him her cloak and three-foot long katana. He shook his head and walked off, knowing well what was on her mind. She rolled her eyes as she let down her hair and ruffled it to look like she'd just got up from a long night in the sack with a good lay. Methodically, she smudged the makeup around her eyes and gave them a good rub to make them bloodshot. She slipped the sleeves of her wispy blouse off to reveal her smooth shoulders and took a deep breath before stepping out into the light. Showtime. The air was cool against her skin and she had to fight back the shivers that screamed to run down her spine. Hooding her eyes, she dipped her knees a bit more and increased the sway in her hips. The looseness of her body seemed a bit exaggerated, but that's exactly what caught the lounging guard's eye. She slowly sauntered her way toward him, staggering every so often to make it all the more real.
Her eyes followed his every move as he moved off the building and stood at attention. Yeah, he's really on guard. She cocked her head dizzily and finally made eye contact. A haughty smile crossed her face as she turned toward him. For me. He was a scraggly humanoid, his armor two sizes to big for him. The hair that sprouted up from his head was a dark green and his wide eyes were black. She turned the seductive sway up a notch and sidled up to him. "You look a little lonely." She winked and trailed a slender finger up his chest. She could feel the tension running through his body and snuck a bit closer. "It's cold out," She pressed her lushly taut breasts fully against his chest. "Maybe you can warm me up?" She raised a seductively arched brow and ran the tip of her tongue over her upper lip. Men are dumb.
The arousal was evident in the flaring of his nostrils and his quickened breath. A stupid grin spread across his face as his hands started to move- over her sides, down her hips, around to cup her butt in his boney fingers. His entire manner was crude and unfeeling, coupled with a particularly foul odor that seemed to cling to the air around her. She stifled a groan of disgust and turned it into a mewled moan of pleasure as he slowly backed toward the shadows of the entrance-way. "I wouldn't want to leave you out in the cold alone, now would I?" His mouth descended to her neck.
She struggled to stop her eyes from rolling and allowed him to roughly drag her next to the door. Her eyes zeroed in on the card keypad that blinked in the darkness from over his pointy shoulder. Bingo. The fact that she wasn't responding to his advances didn't even seem to register into the guard's head as he painfully sucked at her tender- skinned neck. His hands were starting to get frustrated with her clothes and were pulling at them in earnest. Alright this creep has got to go. She pushed him back into the wall and used her pliant hips to keep him there. She pouted her lips and waggled a finger in front of his panting face. "Boys don't get to have all the fun."
His eyes narrowed and he smirked. "Isn't that why whores do this for a living?" His arms wrapped around her torso and pulled her close.
Her teeth clenched and she confidently pulled her hands up to slide up around his neck. "I guess you're right." This guy has no concept of women.
He moved his face to nuzzle into her cleavage, his hand reaching up to palm the jewel that hung from a stout chain around her slender neck. "Where did someone like you get something like this? You steal it?"
Her right hand slipped to the crown of his head while the left slide down his cheek to cup his chin. Her smile disappeared into a thin line of anger and her blood ran cold. "You should keep your hands to yourself." Her eyes narrowed into tiny blue slits. His amused expression died when her grip tightened and she twisted his head sharply at an unatural angle. The soft crack of his neck punctuated the air around them and he stared helplessly as he slid to the ground, his life peetering out. "And I'm not a whore."
Bulma glared contemptuously at him and watched the gleam of life flicker out of his dark black eyes. It tugged at the empty feeling inside her and she couldn't bring herself to feel any remorse. What is wrong with me? Why do I freak when anyone comes near this? She gently cradled the blue gem in her delicate palms and ran a thumb over it's edges. After a moment, she snapped out of her trance, slipping the jewel back under her shirt and fixed her clothes, allowing her long length of blue tail free from it's normal waisted position. She brushed off her long-sleeved white tunic top and adjusted her short black shorts into more comfortable spot. She was retying her knee high black boots when her companion emerged from somewhere to the left of her. She straightened up and gathered her long blue hair into her habitual ponytail, her long angled bangs reaching to her chin. "What took you so long?"
"Why'd you have to kill him?" Kakarrot glanced at the motionless body of the guard then back to stare at the growing hickey on her creamy throat.
Bulma snatched her cloak from from him and slung it around her shoulders. "He called me a whore." She pulled out her white sash and tied it around her forehead. "Nobody calls me a whore and gets away with it." She didn't feel the need to mention the sapphire around her neck.
You were acting like one. Kakarrot stared at her like a disapproving Tousan. "And that gives you the right to kill him?"
She suppressed the guilt and shame that always surfaced when Kakarrot was around and took her katana. "You can preach to me about morals later, but right now we have to fix Celipa's stupid mistakes." She slipped the sword into her wide brown leather belt and turned toward the keypad.
Kakarrot growled. "Celipa's not stupid."
Bulma's brow furrowed as she picked the electronic lock. "We don't have time to debate that either." The keypad zapped and sizzled, then the tiny blinking light turned green. "We're in." Kakarrot motioned for her to go first and she could tell that he wasn't going to speak to her anymore, at least until they were back on the ship. She sighed and slipped through the door with him right on her heels. Great. This isn't really the best time for the silent treatment.
The long hall before them was dimly lit, large steel doors sprouting up on either side every so many feet. The lack of personnel gave off the impression of a deserted base, but she knew that there would be plenty of soldiers for them to dodge very soon. They moved silently through the complex, staying close to the walls and suppressing their kis down to almost nothing. Frieza always kept his men well-supplied with functional scouters and even the slightest deviation from zero could pinpoint their location. Bulma led Kakarrot down a curving hall and stopped at an intersection, holding up her hand to slow him behind her. He came close behind her, his breath touching her neck, and she smiled. Those stealth drills are really paying off. He's getting really good at this. She slid back her sleeve to glance at the tiny map drawn out on the back of her hand. Glancing back up, she motioned to the left. "The holding cells are to the north, so Celipa's ki should be that way."
Kakarrot rested a hand on her shoulder in response and slipped around her to start the overlapping pattern they used when infiltrating secured areas. Bulma waited a few seconds before following, her senses reaching out to alert her to approaching men. Kakarrot ducked into a side hall while she dashed past to move ahead. He pressed against the wall to minimize his form and closed his eyes. He focused his mind and stilled when a group of moderately powerful energies came from the direction they were heading. "Bulma, duck for cover!"
She'd just slipped around the corner when Kakarrot's shout echoed through her head, followed by an equally urgent shout from in front of her. Whipping around, she came face to face with five armed and ready soldiers. Her hand slipped under her cloak to grab the hilt of her katana. "Fuck."
Somewhere in the Base
The filthy yaros drugged me. The thought repeated itself in her mind as she lay shackled to a slimy dungeon wall. Her vision was hazy and her entire body had a numbed sensation that she couldn't decide whether had been drug induced or the result of the beatings she'd taken. I should remind myself not to be get captured in the future. She blinked and her head lolled to the side to rest on her shoulder. But I doubt I'd remember. She dragged her feet underneath herself sluggishly and managed to stagger to her feet. She hadn't been shackled long and by the looks of the rusted metal, she could probably break free if she could coordinate her body into performing the feat. Gritting her teeth, she flexed what she hoped were her biceps. Sweat beaded on her forehead and she sagged back down to the ground unsuccessful. Fuck! Whatever they put me on really did a number on me! I can't fucking move!
Celipa tried repeatedly to free herself, but while she was still in the clutches of the mystery drug it proved impossible. The sting of defeat was painful and she refused to give into the press of hot tears that burned in her eyes. No! These bakayaros will not break me! I'm a Saiyan! Sniffing, she leaned against the wall to help herself to her feet. I refuse to die in this Kami-forsaken hell hole! Flashes of faces ran through her mind, all the members of the misfit crew she worked with. Kakarrot with all his innocent doting, Bardock and his evil sibling Turles, her Tousan- Toma, all made their appearances. Even that brainy little bitch Bulma. Celipa snorted and shook her head. As well as she could anyway.
Caught up in her memories, she failed to notice the figure that had entered her cell. He stood for a moment watching the bemused smile on her face before moving into the light. "You're all mine now wench."
Her head flipped up and blinked, her vision taking extra long to focus. When the lines unblurred, she ducked back against the wall. It's him! Kuso! He's come back to make good on that promise! She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound was omitted. Kami, no one can hear me!
"Oh, you must have just found out about the little side effect." The blue-skinned guard rubbed his hands together and moved closer. "Do you remember what I told you earlier? Hmm?"
She could remember distinctly what he'd said he'd do to her. The memory of her spitting into his face was very clear in her mind, as well as his whispered threat afterward. She tried to backpedal, but the filth on the dungeon floor made traction impossible. She could feel the panic overtaking her body and shuddered at the feeling. I can't defend myself! I'm totally helpless! The hungry look in his eyes fueled the fear growing within. No, no, no, no! I can't let this happen! He was right in front of her now and she could feel the heat coming off his stocky body. She could still smell his arousal despite her drugged state and it fueled her to pull herself together. Willing her muscles to respond, she pulled her arms close to her sides and braced her legs beneath herself. If he thinks he can rape an adult Saiyan female, he's got another thing coming.
He noted the hardening in her dark black eyes. "Ah, ah, ah." He wagged a finger in a tsk-tsk manner and then lashed out to back hand her into the wall. "That just won't do."
Her head was spinning and the bitter metallic taste of her own blood filled her mouth. The force of the hit knocked any of her remaining strength out the proverbial window and left her sagging in her shackles. Damn, his hands are hard. Rough hands pulled her to her feet and the guard pressed his wide, stout body into her much slighter and slender one. He quickly started tearing at her already torn clothes, baring her breasts to his violent intent. Every instinctual fiber of her body recoiled from his touch and she started thrashing, slamming her hands into his head and trying desperately to get him off of her. "Nnnnnnn!" She raked her nails down the side of his face when he started to pull at her shorts, his arousal pressed hard against her thigh. "N..no!"
His teeth bit harshly into her bruised tender flesh and he used his free hand to cover up her mouth. "Shut up!"
Celipa felt a surge of rage overcome her senses and she sank her teeth into his hand. The pain his other hand and mouth were doing to her breasts was removed as her knee flew upward to smash into his groin. "Get off!" Her growl was loud as she felt her ki finally return to her as the drug started to wear off. She used her renewed strength to forcefully shove him off her body. "Fucking yaro!" A loud buzzing filled her head as her rage reached unimaginable heights, the hair of her tail bristling. Using her newfound strength, she snapped the chains the tied her to the walls.
The guard staggered backward and ended up sprawled out on the floor, his opaque white eyes narrowed hatefully. "Saiyan bitch!" He lunged up off the floor and moved faster than her still recovering body could block. His beefy hands circled her throat and commenced squeezing the air from her lungs.
Celipa gagged as she kicked out with her heels to dislodge him. While she struggled, she realised that the loud buzzing wasn't just her emotions, but an actual alarm of some kind. Something else has happened and my would-be rapist hasn't noticed. She pulled at her quickly weakening ki and wrapped her hands around his wrist, charging the energy in her palms. She managed to smirk as the smell of burning flesh crept into her nose. His face was livid with rage, but soon started to flinch as she practically melted his skin off. That hurts doesn't it? Her body was burning for air and she prayed to Kami that he'd let go soon.
Suddenly, he let out a shout and she dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes. "Ahhh! No wonder Frieza wants you erradicated from the galaxy!"
Celipa crashed into the floor and gasped. Air! The sudden rush of air through her windpipe set off a violent coughing fit that left her momentarily unguarded. Rolling onto her back, she looked up and could only catch a glimpse of the fist that was flying for her face. It hit her hard, sending her rolling through the thick dirt and grime that coated every visible inch of the cell. The dark blanket of unconsciousness loomed over her and she felt a surge of familiar ki before she let the blanket cover her. Kakarrot?
In a nearby hall
Bulma bucked her hips and sprang to her feet, eyes focused on her next target. Or victim. A heavily armored amphibious mutant rushed at her with his fists and she stood her ground. She waited until he slowed to throw a punch and reached out to grab his shoulder, lifting her katana and letting it pierce his abdomen as she jerked him to her. His yellow frog eyes blinked in surprise. She quickly shoved him of her blade and watched him thud to the floor, his pale green blood mingling with that of the others that had fallen. A sweeping glance told her it was the last of this group and she stepped over the cut bodies. Using all of her superior senses, she sought out Kakarrot. "Where are you?"
It was a moment before a response came and it was hurried. "I'm currently engaged with the prison guards, but I can feel Celipa's ki. It's erratic."
Bulma dropped her sword to her side and took off at a dead run. "I'm coming! Hold on!" She followed the winding corridor and flipped herself down a set of stairs. Landing in a crouch, the smell of burnt flesh and smoke of ki was the first to hit her. Definitely the right direction! Moving swiflty, she followed the scorch marks and dead bodies to the main cell block. Kakarrot stood in a grapple with one guard while another attacked from behind. Twirling her katana to a different hold, she planted her feet and sent the blade sailing. It cut the air silently and hit it's mark. Bull's eye!
Kakarrot crushed the guard's windpipe and whipped around to watch Bulma's katana imbed itself into his would-be jumper's back. Glancing up, he saw Bulma running toward him. "Glad you could make it."
She planted a foot on the dead guard's back and wrenched the sword free. "What are you waiting for!? Go get her!" She didn't spare him another word as she met another soldier head on.
Kakarrot knew she could handle herself and took off. Following the thread of Celipa's fading ki to the dankest smelling cell, he blasted the rusted steel door down. Not waiting a nano-second, he rushed through. And was slammed into the wall beside him by a powerful wave of energy. Holy crap! Pulling himself out of a Kakarrot-shaped hole, he felt his body go still at the sight before him. Celipa was sprawled on the floor, her body bruised, bloody, and almost completely naked, totally incapacitated. He turned his deadpan stare to the blue ogre panted near her and raised his hands. No one touches Celipa. The creature's opaque eye's blinked as the blast incinerated him into ashes. He took a deep breath to calm himself before he knelt down beside her fallen body. He methodically checked her vitals. Her pulse is slow, but nowhere near dangerous. He shrugged off his jacket and carefully wrapped her in it, as if she were a piece of fine china. He slipped his arms underneath her and cradled her to his chest. "Bulma, I've got her."
"Well come on, let's blow this popsicle stand!" She slit her attacker throat almost surgically, and dashed off to meet him. Together they blasted a hole through the ceiling and disappeared into the night.
Floating through space
The sounds of his two-man crew filtered up through the air vents as he lounged in the pilot's chair, feet propped up on the console in front of him. His shoulders were a bit hunched and his interlaced fingers lay on his flat stomach. His body was so utterly relaxed that his long chocolate brown tail lay curled on the floor beside him. He wished ferverently that he would relax into a deep slumber, but all he seemed capable of achieving was to stare at the back of his eyelids. This is ridiculous! Two weeks without sleep is maddening! There was only so much a Saiyan body could withstand and his was running on fumes. It baffled him as to why his completely exhausted body would resist something it was clearly craving. It was begining to effect his training and his command. And there's nothing down in the infirmiry strong enough to knock me out. Go figure. His hard-planed face resumed scowling with earnest as he concentrated once again on that elusive limbo called sleep.
It was how Raditz found not twenty minutes later. It drain in his Prince's body was clearly evident from the way his body sagged heavily in the reclined chair. He found himself once again cursing the beast that had sent them to this no-man's-land section of the galaxy. He remained in the doorway just staring into the control room. I hate this.
Vegeta had noticed him the second he'd appeared in the doorway. What does the baka want now? "Is there something you wanted to say Raditz?" He didn't bother to turn around and stayed exactly as he was.
The soldier noticed the underlying weariness in his commander's voice. "It wants to speak to you."
His eyes blinked open and his teeth gritted loudly. First he takes over my life and now he forbids me to sleep! "What the fuck could that lizard freak possibly want from me now!?" The at-ease position he'd been in switched into angry crouch.
Raditz watched Vegeta's feet swing to the floor and his back straighten up as he sat up. He knew exactly where Vegeta was coming from, and not wanting to anger him further he told him. "He's throwing a tif as we speak. Apparently another one of his bases was demolished."
"Who the fuck cares? Those little peons deserve to die." The Prince cracked his knuckles.
"He's demanding to speak with you." Raditz leaned against the doorframe wearily.
Vegeta mulled it over in his head. I won't do anything that he asks, but seeing him distressed is always amusing. "Alright." He stood up and reached across the panel to press the video feed. "Let's see what put his panties in a twist."
Raditz grinned and stood out of range of the camera. The previously dark blanket of space was obscured by the morbidly twisted visage of their so-called 'Lord'. Frieza's face was livid. "It's about time Monkey Prince! You're lucky you're so far away!"
Vegeta ignored the insult and the threat. "What was that you wanted to speak with me about?"
His amused tone was lost by the borderline hysterical tyrant. "The base on Planet Lycondra was infiltrated and half of the forces killed. I want to know by who!"
"What does that have to do with me?" Vegeta played dumb, knowing full well what was coming.
"Stupid monkey, I want you to find out and kill them!" It was apparent that the changeling was seething.
"Is that all?" The Prince stifled a yawn.
The calm seemed to be instant. "Yes. I'm uploading the security feed to you now."
Vegeta scoffed. Like he'd even lift a finger. "Fine."
Frieza sent him one more glare. "Don't fail me."
Vegeta clicked off the screen while the lizard was still talking, knowing full well it probably wasn't very smart. "Fuck off." He tapped some more keys and a smaller screen popped up. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to watch. Aren't you curious Raditz?" There hadn't been any tapes for the other two demolished bases.
The taller Saiyan moved from his spot in the doorway. "Why not?" He was still a bit amused at how his Prince had handled the situation, and how oblivious Frieza was.
Vegeta clicked some more and the video started to run. From the angle they were seeing, it looked to be the cell block of their unfortunate base. Uniformed guards made their neutral patrols through the metallic halls, periodically stopping to glance into the cells. It wasn't for a few moments that the action started. Vegeta crossed his arms and watched silently as the alam sounded and the guards scattered like a bunch of scared girls. Total unorganization. No wonder they're dead. The cell block was quickly emptied of guards, so the intruder was somewhere else. "This is a waste of my time." He reached to shut it off.
Raditz felt his chest tightened and grabbed the Prince's wrist. "No! Look!" He pointed at the screen.
Vegeta jerked his arm free and glared at the screen, but blinked at who he saw cutting through the guards like butter. The cell block was riddled with dead bodies before he found his voice. "Is that who I think it is?"
Raditz nodded in response to Vegeta's shocked whisper. "My nichan, Kakarrot." Only he was older, taller, stronger, and clearly angry. What in Kami's name is he doing there? He watched his nichan grappled with a stubborn guard. I never thought he'd be a killer. His gaze narrowed as a guard attempted to get the drop on Kakarrot, only to have a long, sleek blade impaled through him. The wielder ran onscreen and ruthlessly yanked it from the still living guard. Now his jaw actually dropped. "That's..." He couldn't even finish.
"Bulma." Vegeta released the breath that was burning his chest and kept his gaze riveted on the slender girl- no, woman- that proceeded to kill with such skill and precision it astonished him. That is definitely not who I remember. Kakarrot wasn't the only one that had finally grown up. Her long blue hair twirled around her leanly muscled curves as she easily handled the same amount of men that Kakarrot had. Perhaps better, judging from the amount of blood on her skin. There were a couple of flashes off-screen which he took for ki blasts before Kakarrot reappeared carrying another female-this one unconscious. "Who is that?"
Raditz shrugged. "Beats me." He couldn't look away as Bulma almost decapitated a guard and turned toward his nichan. She looked relieved as she joined them and blasted through the ceiling. "Looks like a rescue mission."
Vegeta didn't have his usually smart ass comeback because his mind's eye was still reeling from what he'd seen sparkling from around her slim neck. The Amulet! She still has it! He felt something odd inside him as he'd watched her battle, knowing the ultimate symbol of his people was hanging from a chain around her throat. Suddenly, the need to find her made his fingers twitch. "Set a course for Lycondra."
Raditz almost did so without being told, his own want of seeing his only sibling riding over everything else. "Yes, sire."
A/N: I know I left a lot of questions unanswered, but don't worry. The answers will come soon enough. Please review because I'd love to hear you're comments and criticism. I'm really excited about writing more, and I hope I'm not turning anyone off with this more violent/angsty storyline, cuz I like it. So, please review. Chapter 13 will be posted soon.
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