Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Hybrid ❯ Young Love ( Chapter 15 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Ravenreux 
Bulma finds herself a captive of the Saiyan no Ouji and Chichi find something she'd never thought she'd find.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.03.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.7K | Visits: 547 | Status: Completed
Bulma finds herself a captive of the Saiyan no Ouji and Chichi find something she'd never thought she'd find.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.03.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.7K | Visits: 547 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ. I think you get the point.
Chapter 15
The sour smell of decomposing flesh clung to her skin as she scrambled through the dank hallways. Her heart was galloping like a runaway horse against her ribcage- thundering so loud she could swear that whatever was behind her could hear it. She held her hands out in front of her wildy, swinging them back and forth. It was soo dark, she couldn't see anything! Her foot caught on something- a rotting corpse most likely- and she sprawled forward to her knees.
Pain shot through her body to add more quivering to the tremendous shake her fear had induced. 'Not like this! I have to get to him!' Heavy footsteps resounded through the hollow hallway and it rang in her panic-striken ears. Scrambling, she managed to regain her footing on the grimy floor and continued to propel herself toward the end of the hall. 'I'm coming!' The footsteps were louder now, nearly on top of her. 'No! This can't happen! I have to save him!'
A door suddenly appeared at the end of the hall. A shot of hope dashed through her as she flung herself at it and wretched the creaking metal open. The door protested, but moved. 'Please, oh Kami please...' It swung open completely and utter silence fell. No longer were the weighted footsteps thudding behind her, but now the air was still with the lone exception of her breathing. Stepping slowly into the pitch black room, she squinted knowing full well it was a futile attempt. 'Way too dark...' Holding up a shaking hand, she kindled a tiny ball of ki to guide herself.
Walking a few tiny steps, she stopped when a large pair of booted feet emerged from the darkness. The air vacuumed from her lungs and she had to force her eyes to look up at face that went with those boots. The eyes boored into hers and she burst into a fit of shivers. 'I'm too late...' Tears sprouted in her eyes, ran over, and spilled down her cheeks to drip from her chin. She could see nothing but the boots and eyes until a lone arm entered her small circle of light, a small bundle held tightly in his grasp. Her heart stopped as she took in the limp form and was unsuccessful in her attempts to find his ki. She dropped the energy, blanketing them in darkness again as she clutched her head while sobs racked her body. 'No, no, no, no, no, no, no...'
"No!" Bulma lurched up as a silent sob ripped through her. She blinked back her tears and pulled her legs up- blanket and all- to her chest. Dropping her head to her knees, she went through the motions. It was just another dream. The shudders soon stopped and she allowed her body to relax, sagging backwards into the pillows. Kami, I wish they'd just go away. She sniffed and wiped her nose on her sleeve. I can't take them anymore. I don't even know what they're about! Lifting her head up, she set her chin on her knees. She could feel the dampness of her sweat on her clothes and although it disgusted her, she didn't move from her spot on the bed. Her brow furrowed. How'd I get in a bed?
Slipping her cool sapphires open, she scanned the room side to side. The heart that had just slowed down once again resumed it's racing pace. Kuso! Where the fuck am I? Her fingers dug into the blanket and she cautiously slipped from the bed, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders as she did so. The room was bland. Not one ounce of color could be seen anywhere, only the cold color of forged titanium. Her unease abated for a moment; she was alone. Pulling the blanket higher up, she strode over to the bare desk. Nothing was on it- not even a speck of dust- as if it had been never used. There were a few drawers on the left hand side that were locked tight, and not even ki could get her inside them. Damnit. Scrunching her nose with distaste, she moved on to the closet. Inside there were a few suits of armor combined with a few bits of Chikyuu-jin clothing that surprised her. She glanced down at her filthy, tattered clothes. I don't think they'll mind. She pulled out the slimmest pair of blue jeans, a black wife-beater, and pair of worn sneakers.
Time for a shower! She smiled to herself as she strolled over to the last door. Only an baka wouldn't know that every private quarters on a ship is mandated to have it's own bathe. Slipping inside, she sealed the inner lock and laid the clean clothes on the counter next to the metal sink. Dropping the toasty blanket to the floor, she kicked off her boots. After massaging the soreness out of her feet, she peeled herself out of the grimy rags she'd been wearing for quite awhile. I'm probably very ripe. There was a small mirror above the sink and she poked and prodded all the spots on her body that ached. There were some minor scrapes and scratches, but most of the damage was done to her throat. Thick dark rings circled her tender neck nearly from top to bottom. What is it with men and grabbing my neck? Why must they always try to choke me? Shaking her head, she moved to the shower and programed the temperature she wanted. After a moment or two, she stepped under the punishing spray and sighed. I don't care if I have been kidnapped, this is heavenly. The steamy water beat the soreness from her body and she loathed to leave it, but after cleansing herself she dried and dressed quickly in the borrowed garments.
The top fit well, the shoes were a little big, and the jeans slung very low on her hips, but she didn't care. They're clean. Piling her old clothes in the sink- including her undergarments, she scrubbed them as best she could and hung them on the towel bar to dry. She exited the bathroom with the blanket wrapped around her shoulder while running her fingers through her hair to remove the tangles. She yawned and blinked sleepily. I'm so tired. Not looking up, she strode straight to the bed and collapsed on top of it. She let her lids slide shut just as her senses picked up on the other presense in the room. The blue eyes flashed open and she held her breath. From somewhere she couldn't see, his deep timbre answered.
"I'm glad you've made yourself at home.." He waited a beat. "..in my room."
Station 12
"How, exactly, could you be any help to me?" Bardock leveled them both with a hard stare.
Chichi swallowed and straightened her spine. No fear, you have no fear. "We were sent to find you."
The scarred Saiyan's dark eyes shifted from the young girl to her male companion. "By who?"
Juunana sighed. "The Doctor sent us a final transmission stating that we were to find the scientist Bardock and a daughter, Bulma." He shifted his weight to his left leg and lifted an eyebrow. "All this suspicion is ridiculous. Who in their right mind would actually seek out a Saiyan, two of them no less."
Bardock caught the girl nodding in agreement and could feel himself smile. "Point well made." Turning toward the ship, he gestured for them to follow him. "Come, we'll talk more inside."
Chichi pulled her cloak tighter and quelled all signs of nervousness. Saiyans have extraordinary senses. They'll know if you're afraid..or at least that's what Juuhachi said. She made up the caboose of their little troop as they strode through the slick halls of the cruiser. She'd seen the others during the confrontation, but by all appearances it looked as if the craft was abandoned. I don't know if that makes me feel any better. Bardock led them deeper into the ship, near the command room if her knowledge of spacecraft was up-to-date. Juunana went along uncaringly, as if taking in the scenery. Yeah, but when was the last time he cared about anything but himself? The hall opened seamlessly into an enormous cabin and Bardock led them to large table where the others all sat silently. The bigger two of the three watched guardedly as they took the seats Bardock offered to them, the third one just continued to stare at nothing. Chichi frowned. He looks so sad..
"Before we get into the thick of things, tell me your names." Bardock moved around to sit beside the others.
Juunana just shrugged. "Alright. My name is Juunana and this-" He held a hand toward her. "-is my partner, Chichi." She nodded.
"There's no point in beating around the bush." Turles held up a hand and pointed harshly at them. "I want to know who this so-called 'Doctor' is." It wasn't hard for anyone to tell that his patience was at an end.
Control yourself Juu, this is no time for jokes. "From my previous statement, I don't think it would be hard for you to grasp who he is. I practically spelled it out for you."
Chichi glared at him. "His name is Dr. Briefs." She turned to Bardock. "I believe you knew him."
Bardock's eyes dropped from her sparkling black eyes to stare at the metallic table-top. "Yes, I knew him." Very well, in fact. "He was one of the most talented scientist I've ever had the pleasure of working with." A good man too. The memory of his disappearance rang through his head. I always thought he'd perished after Vejitasei's destruction, but I must be mistaken. Bulma was right again. "So he's been alive all this time?"
"And well, working for the Empire's esteemed leader in fact."
That caught all four's attention, bringing their heavy eyes to the android's face. Bardock was the first to nod. "I remember now. He and Raditz had both been taken. It would only make sense for Frieza to keep him. The man is a technological genius."
Turles glared at his nichan and shot to his feet. "You mean the one person we've been trying to find and free is all cozy with that fucking lizard?! This whole fucking operation has been a fucking waste of time!"
Chichi could practically grab the rage oozing out of the Saiyan's body. She clenched a fist and stood up. "No."
Turles whirled and snarled. "Oh? You have a different opinion?"
She swallowed visibly and stood her ground. "Yes."
"Well, by all means, share it with the rest of us." He held his arm out around the table.
Her heart was thundering in her ears as she breathed deeply. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the youngest Saiyan watching her with interest. For some strange reason, she smiled wickedly as her fear vanished. "Maybe if you'd sit down and shut the fuck up, I will." She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.
Turles blinked in confusion and Bardock fisted his shirt and yanked him back into his chair. "Baka."
Chichi beamed triumphantly and relaxed back into her seat. "From what I understand, this all was orchestrated to happen."
"How so?"
She glanced over at Juunana, signaling him to explain. "The Doctor has been organizing forces on Chikyuu for at least six years now. My partner and I infiltrated the Imperial Base to observe and to retrieve transmissions. That was how The Doctor conveyed his instructions. Since then, we've recruited hundreds of Chikyuu-jins, each living a double life to keep the coming revolution a secret. Just last week, we recieved our final instructions." He laced his fingers together over his stomach. "To find you and the girl."
Turles growled softly. "That still doesn't explain how-"
Chichi spoke quietly. "What part of shut-the-fuck-up don't you understand?" She did an internal victory dance as he glared at her, slowly sinking back. She smirked and looked down the table, her eyes catching those of the mysterious youth seated on the end. He watched her intently, almost unnervingly steadfast, sending her heart to the races. Despite the intensity, she could see his confusion and it pulled at her. She had to tear her gaze away.
Juunana glanced over at her. "Thank you." He turned back to the Saiyans. "As I was saying, we were to find Bardock and Bulma. We were sent here to rendezvous with you and bring you back to Chikyuu."
Bardock nodded, his brain processing the information. "The only way you could know that is.."
"Yes." Juunana nodded. "We know about the anonymous person sending you information." He leaned forward on his elbows. "Information needed to break into secure military bases and intelligence offices. Information you've used to jumpstart your own operation to save the Saiyan race."
Toma finally spoke, causing everyone to whip around to look at him. "You know the identity of this person, don't you?"
Chichi tipped her head. "Yes. The Doctor was behind that as well."
Bardock chuckled. "He certainly has kept busy over the years, no doubt endangering himself greatly if he were discovered."
"That's why he's finally put his plan into motion." Juunana stared ominously. "The revolution has begun."
Traveling through space
Bulma waited a moment before sitting up and meeting his amused gaze. "What the hell did you expect me to do? Continue to ripen?" She shook her head. "I may be a lot of things, but I'm not a grungebucket."
He shut his eyes and chuckled. Females. "I see my garments are to your liking."
Bulma blinked. "Yours?" She glanced down at the clothes she'd put on not ten seconds ago.
He got up from the wall he was leaning against and went to stand beside the bed. "Who's room did you think this was?"
Her lips pressed into a hard line. So he grew up to be a champion smart-ass, lucky me. "So you decided to take me prisioner?"
He leaned down into her face. "Who ever said you were a prisioner?"
"But the door...it was...locked." She couldn't concentrate with his rugged face inches from her own, the sweat still fresh on his dark tan skin. The smell of smoke told her he'd just finished a training session, but all it did was manage to make his scent even more potent. Why does he do this to me?
His eyes dropped to stare at her lips. "It doesn't look locked to me." Her obvious distress only made her more alluring. The dampness from her shower made her skin glisten and he craved to touch it. He'd never wanted something this bad before, and he knew that if he gave in, he'd never let go. No, not now. Instead, he fisted his hands at his sides. But his tail had other ideas. Curling around, it gently caressed her cheek.
Her eyes slipped shut as the rich dark fur rubbed softly against her cheek. Her own tail twitched excitedly as something pulled deep in her belly. The sleek blue tail slowly came around to brush against his. The shock sent them both leaping backward, nearly sending her off the other side of the bed. Her breath came in pants. Holy kuso! What was I about to do?! Her hand reached up the crystal around her neck and she slipped to her feet, glancing for an exit. Time to go. Her eyes caught the open door. "You're right."
Vegeta just watched silently as she contemplated running again. He'd known touching her had been a mistake, but he hadn't expected her to respond so quickly. It usually took longer for a Saiyan female to come around. But she's not pureblooded, you fool. Who knows what going on with her? The shock of her tail against his was exquisite, but had shaken him from his heated stupor. It also hadn't escaped his attention how she'd grasped the Amulet in her panic. "Planning on running again?"
She turned cold eyes toward him. "Who said anything about running?"
"Well, the way you're staring at the door says it all." He reached down and peeled the top half of his armor off, tossing it onto the bed.
Bulma felt her cheeks burn and quickly ducked her head to stare at the floor. Kami, this has got to stop! Willing her hormones into control, she pulled her eyes up to see his sardonic smile. Her lip curled up. "You yaro! You did that on purpose!" She tried to stop her gaze from wandering, but it didn't listen. It moved slowly over every tan inch of his broad shoulders, down to his sculpted chest, and dropping finally to stare at the flat planes of his belly. His heavy biceps flexed as he slipped them over his chest and she realized that she was staring. Swallowing her dignity, she met his dark gaze. "Fuck you, Vegeta." Turning on her heel, she swept out of the room.
He watched her go and smirked to himself. "All in due time.."
On course to Chikyuu
The Saiyans had been more hospitable than she'd thought possible. Well, at least Bardock and Toma. She and Juunana had each been given a small cabin to stay in as they traveled back to Chikyuu. After bringing them onboard, Bardock had consulted with his crew in private and they had collectively decided to believe them. It had relieved the dark pit of unease that had settled in her belly the longer they talked. She opened her small knapsack, the only bag she'd brought, and pulled out her ivory hairbrush. It was the only thing she had left of her Kaasan, her entire family in fact, and it always comforted her to brush out her waist-length charcoal black hair when she felt uncertain. "Or maybe it was just a boy that made me nervous."
Every time she'd looked up, his eyes had been on her. At first it felt flattering, but the longer he watched the more it bothered her. Not in an a creepy way, though. It made her stomach flutter and her heart race. The air around her felt extremely suffocating as she willed herself to stare back. She'd never felt anything like it before. Not that I have much experience in that department. Her seventeenth birthday had come and gone, but it was a small matter compared to the job she'd been entrusted with by Krillin. Until I'm alone in my room, then it hurts. She'd become an adult before she turned twelve, after she'd been orphaned by the invasion. She should have been having fun with friends instead of being a covert operative, risking her life every second she did. When the day was done, the only friend she had was Juuhachi and even she wasn't all there. She's an android for Kami's sake! Dropping her hands, she shook her head and sat back against the pillows. "I'm pathetic."
Her stomach protested and she grudgingly put down the brush and slid from the bed. She'd taken off her boots and padded through the ship in search of the galley. After setting the hyperdrive, everyone had retired to their quarters leaving the ship utterly silent. Moving slowly, she explored every hall and room with the exception of the private quarters. The upper level was empty of food, so she found the hatch that led to the lower level. Sliding down the ladder, she turned and crashed face first into a wall of flesh. "Ah!" Jumping back, she grabbed onto the ladder and tried to calm her breathing as she gazing into the young Saiyan's face. "You scared me."
His expression didn't change. "What are you doing out of your room?"
Chichi debated whether or not to deny it, but thought it best to be honest. "I was looking for the galley. I'm hungry."
His hard eyes softened a bit and he nodded. "Come with me."
She licked her lips nervously, but did as she was told. As she followed him, she noted that he was taller and broader than he looked earlier. Her eyes traveled his back, watching as his shoulder blades moved fluidly under a thick layer of muscle. Wow, he's a whole lot bigger than I thought. He brought her into a small room filled with appliances and allowed her to walk in ahead of him. She took a quick glance at his face as she stepped past and laughed stupidly. "Yep, this is what I was looking for."
He watched her shakily tuck her gloriously long hair behind her ears and hug herself. The action took another piece of his cold exterior and threw it away. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. It had taken the act of standing up to his uncle to knock him from his numbed trance and from then on she'd bewitched him. She'd totally knocked out any thoughts of Celipa in his brain, and he couldn't even picture her face when he tried. All I see is her. She was the polar opposite of Celipa, all soft and skittish where the Saiyan had been hard and aggressive. But he knew she wasn't helpless and when backed into a corner, could fight fiercely. He gestured toward a seat. "Sit down. I'll get you something."
Chichi blinked and smiled shyly. "Thanks." She folded herself into the nearest chair, pulling her legs up to her chest. Look at me, I'm a total fool. He moved about the galley efficiently and was soon bringing two plates of hot food to the small table. It took her a moment to grasp that he intended to join her. Oh great. He set the plate down in front of her and then sat across from her. His clear onyx eyes no longer held a chilly regard, but were smiling warmly. Chichi didn't think she'd ever seen a someone more handsome, with the boyish cap of messy spikes sprouting from his head. Her stomach started to flutter and she could feel the heat as it crept up her neck. Oh Kami, I'm acting like a schoolgirl!
Kakarrot pointed his fork at her plate. "You gonna eat that or stare at it all night?" He smiled at her deep blush and subsequently embarrassed eating that followed. She's so innocent. How'd she get all mixed up in this? "Why Chikyuu?"
Chichi dared a glance at him from under lowered lids as his deep voice tingled her senses. "Ever since Frieza invaded it's become a hub for everything evil and sinister in the universe. The only reason we weren't purged was because of Dr. Briefs intervention. Now it's part of the Trade System."
His brows furrowed as she spoke. Planets in the Trade System were basically held hostage while their resources are ravaged. Most of them end up overwhelmed and purged anyway. "What's your planet's export?"
She pushed some vegetables around on her plate. "Technology-" She took a lone bite, chewed, and swallowed. "-and slaves."
He cursed under his breath and gazed into her dejected face. "What about your family?"
She shrugged. "My parents fought back, were killed. I have no other relatives. The force is my family now." She waved a hand. "Let's stop talking about me."
He didn't like the sadness in her angelic face. Reaching out, he took her slender hand into his larger one and gave is a reassuring squeeze. "Somehow I don't think anyone's given you the attention you deserve."
His touch jolted through her hand and all she could do was stare into his bottomless dark eyes. Every ounce of his guard was down and she could see the sincerity in his gaze. And that was all it took to free her of her fear. She smiled and whispered. "Thank you."
He felt the tension leave her body and smiled too. Her smile only made her beauty more breathtaking and he stood up, still holding her hand. "Come on, I want to show you something."
She was surprised to say the least. "But what about the plates?"
He shook his head. "Leave 'em. Someone will clean them up." He pulled her up and started for the door.
She kept up with his larger stride easily and felt herself beaming stupidly. He's so much more handsome when he's himself. I knew he wasn't the brooding type. "Where are we going?"
"You'll see." He guided her through the ship until he stopped abruptly in front of her. "Have you ever seen a view like that?"
Chichi pulled herself off his back and peered out from behind him. "Oh wow." The screens for the cockpit were drawn back, allowing the flash of millions of stars to whip past. It was like watching diamonds rolling down a black blanket. "It's so beautiful."
Kakarrot smiled as she stepped foward, her hand still laced with his own. Who knew staring into space could be so satisfying? He spied the co-pilot's seat and sat down, inadvertantly pulling her down into his lap. "Sorry."
She stilled as she grasped her current situation. Ok..just relax. She took a deep breath and allowed herself to relax into his warm embrace, feeling more secure than she'd ever felt before. His strong arms wrapped around her waist and she rested her head on his shoulder. "Don't be sorry. I'm not."
He inhaled her sweet smell and welcomed the feeling of happiness to wash over him. Turning his head, he pressed his lips to her hair and snaked his tail around her wrist, smiling as she jumped. "Neither am I."
A/N: Happy New Year everyone!! Sorry! It took me longer than I thought to write up this chapter. I know the thing between Kakarrot and Chichi may seem rushed, but I always thought that they had an instant connection. That and they're younger, so it's a bit more innocent that Bulma and Vegeta's connection. I just felt like explaining it a bit. Thankie sssooo much to my reviewers! Hopefully ff.net will let you review...it's not for me...stupid website <_<. I'll try to update as soon as possible!
Luv Ravenreux!!
Chapter 15
The sour smell of decomposing flesh clung to her skin as she scrambled through the dank hallways. Her heart was galloping like a runaway horse against her ribcage- thundering so loud she could swear that whatever was behind her could hear it. She held her hands out in front of her wildy, swinging them back and forth. It was soo dark, she couldn't see anything! Her foot caught on something- a rotting corpse most likely- and she sprawled forward to her knees.
Pain shot through her body to add more quivering to the tremendous shake her fear had induced. 'Not like this! I have to get to him!' Heavy footsteps resounded through the hollow hallway and it rang in her panic-striken ears. Scrambling, she managed to regain her footing on the grimy floor and continued to propel herself toward the end of the hall. 'I'm coming!' The footsteps were louder now, nearly on top of her. 'No! This can't happen! I have to save him!'
A door suddenly appeared at the end of the hall. A shot of hope dashed through her as she flung herself at it and wretched the creaking metal open. The door protested, but moved. 'Please, oh Kami please...' It swung open completely and utter silence fell. No longer were the weighted footsteps thudding behind her, but now the air was still with the lone exception of her breathing. Stepping slowly into the pitch black room, she squinted knowing full well it was a futile attempt. 'Way too dark...' Holding up a shaking hand, she kindled a tiny ball of ki to guide herself.
Walking a few tiny steps, she stopped when a large pair of booted feet emerged from the darkness. The air vacuumed from her lungs and she had to force her eyes to look up at face that went with those boots. The eyes boored into hers and she burst into a fit of shivers. 'I'm too late...' Tears sprouted in her eyes, ran over, and spilled down her cheeks to drip from her chin. She could see nothing but the boots and eyes until a lone arm entered her small circle of light, a small bundle held tightly in his grasp. Her heart stopped as she took in the limp form and was unsuccessful in her attempts to find his ki. She dropped the energy, blanketing them in darkness again as she clutched her head while sobs racked her body. 'No, no, no, no, no, no, no...'
"No!" Bulma lurched up as a silent sob ripped through her. She blinked back her tears and pulled her legs up- blanket and all- to her chest. Dropping her head to her knees, she went through the motions. It was just another dream. The shudders soon stopped and she allowed her body to relax, sagging backwards into the pillows. Kami, I wish they'd just go away. She sniffed and wiped her nose on her sleeve. I can't take them anymore. I don't even know what they're about! Lifting her head up, she set her chin on her knees. She could feel the dampness of her sweat on her clothes and although it disgusted her, she didn't move from her spot on the bed. Her brow furrowed. How'd I get in a bed?
Slipping her cool sapphires open, she scanned the room side to side. The heart that had just slowed down once again resumed it's racing pace. Kuso! Where the fuck am I? Her fingers dug into the blanket and she cautiously slipped from the bed, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders as she did so. The room was bland. Not one ounce of color could be seen anywhere, only the cold color of forged titanium. Her unease abated for a moment; she was alone. Pulling the blanket higher up, she strode over to the bare desk. Nothing was on it- not even a speck of dust- as if it had been never used. There were a few drawers on the left hand side that were locked tight, and not even ki could get her inside them. Damnit. Scrunching her nose with distaste, she moved on to the closet. Inside there were a few suits of armor combined with a few bits of Chikyuu-jin clothing that surprised her. She glanced down at her filthy, tattered clothes. I don't think they'll mind. She pulled out the slimmest pair of blue jeans, a black wife-beater, and pair of worn sneakers.
Time for a shower! She smiled to herself as she strolled over to the last door. Only an baka wouldn't know that every private quarters on a ship is mandated to have it's own bathe. Slipping inside, she sealed the inner lock and laid the clean clothes on the counter next to the metal sink. Dropping the toasty blanket to the floor, she kicked off her boots. After massaging the soreness out of her feet, she peeled herself out of the grimy rags she'd been wearing for quite awhile. I'm probably very ripe. There was a small mirror above the sink and she poked and prodded all the spots on her body that ached. There were some minor scrapes and scratches, but most of the damage was done to her throat. Thick dark rings circled her tender neck nearly from top to bottom. What is it with men and grabbing my neck? Why must they always try to choke me? Shaking her head, she moved to the shower and programed the temperature she wanted. After a moment or two, she stepped under the punishing spray and sighed. I don't care if I have been kidnapped, this is heavenly. The steamy water beat the soreness from her body and she loathed to leave it, but after cleansing herself she dried and dressed quickly in the borrowed garments.
The top fit well, the shoes were a little big, and the jeans slung very low on her hips, but she didn't care. They're clean. Piling her old clothes in the sink- including her undergarments, she scrubbed them as best she could and hung them on the towel bar to dry. She exited the bathroom with the blanket wrapped around her shoulder while running her fingers through her hair to remove the tangles. She yawned and blinked sleepily. I'm so tired. Not looking up, she strode straight to the bed and collapsed on top of it. She let her lids slide shut just as her senses picked up on the other presense in the room. The blue eyes flashed open and she held her breath. From somewhere she couldn't see, his deep timbre answered.
"I'm glad you've made yourself at home.." He waited a beat. "..in my room."
Station 12
"How, exactly, could you be any help to me?" Bardock leveled them both with a hard stare.
Chichi swallowed and straightened her spine. No fear, you have no fear. "We were sent to find you."
The scarred Saiyan's dark eyes shifted from the young girl to her male companion. "By who?"
Juunana sighed. "The Doctor sent us a final transmission stating that we were to find the scientist Bardock and a daughter, Bulma." He shifted his weight to his left leg and lifted an eyebrow. "All this suspicion is ridiculous. Who in their right mind would actually seek out a Saiyan, two of them no less."
Bardock caught the girl nodding in agreement and could feel himself smile. "Point well made." Turning toward the ship, he gestured for them to follow him. "Come, we'll talk more inside."
Chichi pulled her cloak tighter and quelled all signs of nervousness. Saiyans have extraordinary senses. They'll know if you're afraid..or at least that's what Juuhachi said. She made up the caboose of their little troop as they strode through the slick halls of the cruiser. She'd seen the others during the confrontation, but by all appearances it looked as if the craft was abandoned. I don't know if that makes me feel any better. Bardock led them deeper into the ship, near the command room if her knowledge of spacecraft was up-to-date. Juunana went along uncaringly, as if taking in the scenery. Yeah, but when was the last time he cared about anything but himself? The hall opened seamlessly into an enormous cabin and Bardock led them to large table where the others all sat silently. The bigger two of the three watched guardedly as they took the seats Bardock offered to them, the third one just continued to stare at nothing. Chichi frowned. He looks so sad..
"Before we get into the thick of things, tell me your names." Bardock moved around to sit beside the others.
Juunana just shrugged. "Alright. My name is Juunana and this-" He held a hand toward her. "-is my partner, Chichi." She nodded.
"There's no point in beating around the bush." Turles held up a hand and pointed harshly at them. "I want to know who this so-called 'Doctor' is." It wasn't hard for anyone to tell that his patience was at an end.
Control yourself Juu, this is no time for jokes. "From my previous statement, I don't think it would be hard for you to grasp who he is. I practically spelled it out for you."
Chichi glared at him. "His name is Dr. Briefs." She turned to Bardock. "I believe you knew him."
Bardock's eyes dropped from her sparkling black eyes to stare at the metallic table-top. "Yes, I knew him." Very well, in fact. "He was one of the most talented scientist I've ever had the pleasure of working with." A good man too. The memory of his disappearance rang through his head. I always thought he'd perished after Vejitasei's destruction, but I must be mistaken. Bulma was right again. "So he's been alive all this time?"
"And well, working for the Empire's esteemed leader in fact."
That caught all four's attention, bringing their heavy eyes to the android's face. Bardock was the first to nod. "I remember now. He and Raditz had both been taken. It would only make sense for Frieza to keep him. The man is a technological genius."
Turles glared at his nichan and shot to his feet. "You mean the one person we've been trying to find and free is all cozy with that fucking lizard?! This whole fucking operation has been a fucking waste of time!"
Chichi could practically grab the rage oozing out of the Saiyan's body. She clenched a fist and stood up. "No."
Turles whirled and snarled. "Oh? You have a different opinion?"
She swallowed visibly and stood her ground. "Yes."
"Well, by all means, share it with the rest of us." He held his arm out around the table.
Her heart was thundering in her ears as she breathed deeply. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the youngest Saiyan watching her with interest. For some strange reason, she smiled wickedly as her fear vanished. "Maybe if you'd sit down and shut the fuck up, I will." She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.
Turles blinked in confusion and Bardock fisted his shirt and yanked him back into his chair. "Baka."
Chichi beamed triumphantly and relaxed back into her seat. "From what I understand, this all was orchestrated to happen."
"How so?"
She glanced over at Juunana, signaling him to explain. "The Doctor has been organizing forces on Chikyuu for at least six years now. My partner and I infiltrated the Imperial Base to observe and to retrieve transmissions. That was how The Doctor conveyed his instructions. Since then, we've recruited hundreds of Chikyuu-jins, each living a double life to keep the coming revolution a secret. Just last week, we recieved our final instructions." He laced his fingers together over his stomach. "To find you and the girl."
Turles growled softly. "That still doesn't explain how-"
Chichi spoke quietly. "What part of shut-the-fuck-up don't you understand?" She did an internal victory dance as he glared at her, slowly sinking back. She smirked and looked down the table, her eyes catching those of the mysterious youth seated on the end. He watched her intently, almost unnervingly steadfast, sending her heart to the races. Despite the intensity, she could see his confusion and it pulled at her. She had to tear her gaze away.
Juunana glanced over at her. "Thank you." He turned back to the Saiyans. "As I was saying, we were to find Bardock and Bulma. We were sent here to rendezvous with you and bring you back to Chikyuu."
Bardock nodded, his brain processing the information. "The only way you could know that is.."
"Yes." Juunana nodded. "We know about the anonymous person sending you information." He leaned forward on his elbows. "Information needed to break into secure military bases and intelligence offices. Information you've used to jumpstart your own operation to save the Saiyan race."
Toma finally spoke, causing everyone to whip around to look at him. "You know the identity of this person, don't you?"
Chichi tipped her head. "Yes. The Doctor was behind that as well."
Bardock chuckled. "He certainly has kept busy over the years, no doubt endangering himself greatly if he were discovered."
"That's why he's finally put his plan into motion." Juunana stared ominously. "The revolution has begun."
Traveling through space
Bulma waited a moment before sitting up and meeting his amused gaze. "What the hell did you expect me to do? Continue to ripen?" She shook her head. "I may be a lot of things, but I'm not a grungebucket."
He shut his eyes and chuckled. Females. "I see my garments are to your liking."
Bulma blinked. "Yours?" She glanced down at the clothes she'd put on not ten seconds ago.
He got up from the wall he was leaning against and went to stand beside the bed. "Who's room did you think this was?"
Her lips pressed into a hard line. So he grew up to be a champion smart-ass, lucky me. "So you decided to take me prisioner?"
He leaned down into her face. "Who ever said you were a prisioner?"
"But the door...it was...locked." She couldn't concentrate with his rugged face inches from her own, the sweat still fresh on his dark tan skin. The smell of smoke told her he'd just finished a training session, but all it did was manage to make his scent even more potent. Why does he do this to me?
His eyes dropped to stare at her lips. "It doesn't look locked to me." Her obvious distress only made her more alluring. The dampness from her shower made her skin glisten and he craved to touch it. He'd never wanted something this bad before, and he knew that if he gave in, he'd never let go. No, not now. Instead, he fisted his hands at his sides. But his tail had other ideas. Curling around, it gently caressed her cheek.
Her eyes slipped shut as the rich dark fur rubbed softly against her cheek. Her own tail twitched excitedly as something pulled deep in her belly. The sleek blue tail slowly came around to brush against his. The shock sent them both leaping backward, nearly sending her off the other side of the bed. Her breath came in pants. Holy kuso! What was I about to do?! Her hand reached up the crystal around her neck and she slipped to her feet, glancing for an exit. Time to go. Her eyes caught the open door. "You're right."
Vegeta just watched silently as she contemplated running again. He'd known touching her had been a mistake, but he hadn't expected her to respond so quickly. It usually took longer for a Saiyan female to come around. But she's not pureblooded, you fool. Who knows what going on with her? The shock of her tail against his was exquisite, but had shaken him from his heated stupor. It also hadn't escaped his attention how she'd grasped the Amulet in her panic. "Planning on running again?"
She turned cold eyes toward him. "Who said anything about running?"
"Well, the way you're staring at the door says it all." He reached down and peeled the top half of his armor off, tossing it onto the bed.
Bulma felt her cheeks burn and quickly ducked her head to stare at the floor. Kami, this has got to stop! Willing her hormones into control, she pulled her eyes up to see his sardonic smile. Her lip curled up. "You yaro! You did that on purpose!" She tried to stop her gaze from wandering, but it didn't listen. It moved slowly over every tan inch of his broad shoulders, down to his sculpted chest, and dropping finally to stare at the flat planes of his belly. His heavy biceps flexed as he slipped them over his chest and she realized that she was staring. Swallowing her dignity, she met his dark gaze. "Fuck you, Vegeta." Turning on her heel, she swept out of the room.
He watched her go and smirked to himself. "All in due time.."
On course to Chikyuu
The Saiyans had been more hospitable than she'd thought possible. Well, at least Bardock and Toma. She and Juunana had each been given a small cabin to stay in as they traveled back to Chikyuu. After bringing them onboard, Bardock had consulted with his crew in private and they had collectively decided to believe them. It had relieved the dark pit of unease that had settled in her belly the longer they talked. She opened her small knapsack, the only bag she'd brought, and pulled out her ivory hairbrush. It was the only thing she had left of her Kaasan, her entire family in fact, and it always comforted her to brush out her waist-length charcoal black hair when she felt uncertain. "Or maybe it was just a boy that made me nervous."
Every time she'd looked up, his eyes had been on her. At first it felt flattering, but the longer he watched the more it bothered her. Not in an a creepy way, though. It made her stomach flutter and her heart race. The air around her felt extremely suffocating as she willed herself to stare back. She'd never felt anything like it before. Not that I have much experience in that department. Her seventeenth birthday had come and gone, but it was a small matter compared to the job she'd been entrusted with by Krillin. Until I'm alone in my room, then it hurts. She'd become an adult before she turned twelve, after she'd been orphaned by the invasion. She should have been having fun with friends instead of being a covert operative, risking her life every second she did. When the day was done, the only friend she had was Juuhachi and even she wasn't all there. She's an android for Kami's sake! Dropping her hands, she shook her head and sat back against the pillows. "I'm pathetic."
Her stomach protested and she grudgingly put down the brush and slid from the bed. She'd taken off her boots and padded through the ship in search of the galley. After setting the hyperdrive, everyone had retired to their quarters leaving the ship utterly silent. Moving slowly, she explored every hall and room with the exception of the private quarters. The upper level was empty of food, so she found the hatch that led to the lower level. Sliding down the ladder, she turned and crashed face first into a wall of flesh. "Ah!" Jumping back, she grabbed onto the ladder and tried to calm her breathing as she gazing into the young Saiyan's face. "You scared me."
His expression didn't change. "What are you doing out of your room?"
Chichi debated whether or not to deny it, but thought it best to be honest. "I was looking for the galley. I'm hungry."
His hard eyes softened a bit and he nodded. "Come with me."
She licked her lips nervously, but did as she was told. As she followed him, she noted that he was taller and broader than he looked earlier. Her eyes traveled his back, watching as his shoulder blades moved fluidly under a thick layer of muscle. Wow, he's a whole lot bigger than I thought. He brought her into a small room filled with appliances and allowed her to walk in ahead of him. She took a quick glance at his face as she stepped past and laughed stupidly. "Yep, this is what I was looking for."
He watched her shakily tuck her gloriously long hair behind her ears and hug herself. The action took another piece of his cold exterior and threw it away. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. It had taken the act of standing up to his uncle to knock him from his numbed trance and from then on she'd bewitched him. She'd totally knocked out any thoughts of Celipa in his brain, and he couldn't even picture her face when he tried. All I see is her. She was the polar opposite of Celipa, all soft and skittish where the Saiyan had been hard and aggressive. But he knew she wasn't helpless and when backed into a corner, could fight fiercely. He gestured toward a seat. "Sit down. I'll get you something."
Chichi blinked and smiled shyly. "Thanks." She folded herself into the nearest chair, pulling her legs up to her chest. Look at me, I'm a total fool. He moved about the galley efficiently and was soon bringing two plates of hot food to the small table. It took her a moment to grasp that he intended to join her. Oh great. He set the plate down in front of her and then sat across from her. His clear onyx eyes no longer held a chilly regard, but were smiling warmly. Chichi didn't think she'd ever seen a someone more handsome, with the boyish cap of messy spikes sprouting from his head. Her stomach started to flutter and she could feel the heat as it crept up her neck. Oh Kami, I'm acting like a schoolgirl!
Kakarrot pointed his fork at her plate. "You gonna eat that or stare at it all night?" He smiled at her deep blush and subsequently embarrassed eating that followed. She's so innocent. How'd she get all mixed up in this? "Why Chikyuu?"
Chichi dared a glance at him from under lowered lids as his deep voice tingled her senses. "Ever since Frieza invaded it's become a hub for everything evil and sinister in the universe. The only reason we weren't purged was because of Dr. Briefs intervention. Now it's part of the Trade System."
His brows furrowed as she spoke. Planets in the Trade System were basically held hostage while their resources are ravaged. Most of them end up overwhelmed and purged anyway. "What's your planet's export?"
She pushed some vegetables around on her plate. "Technology-" She took a lone bite, chewed, and swallowed. "-and slaves."
He cursed under his breath and gazed into her dejected face. "What about your family?"
She shrugged. "My parents fought back, were killed. I have no other relatives. The force is my family now." She waved a hand. "Let's stop talking about me."
He didn't like the sadness in her angelic face. Reaching out, he took her slender hand into his larger one and gave is a reassuring squeeze. "Somehow I don't think anyone's given you the attention you deserve."
His touch jolted through her hand and all she could do was stare into his bottomless dark eyes. Every ounce of his guard was down and she could see the sincerity in his gaze. And that was all it took to free her of her fear. She smiled and whispered. "Thank you."
He felt the tension leave her body and smiled too. Her smile only made her beauty more breathtaking and he stood up, still holding her hand. "Come on, I want to show you something."
She was surprised to say the least. "But what about the plates?"
He shook his head. "Leave 'em. Someone will clean them up." He pulled her up and started for the door.
She kept up with his larger stride easily and felt herself beaming stupidly. He's so much more handsome when he's himself. I knew he wasn't the brooding type. "Where are we going?"
"You'll see." He guided her through the ship until he stopped abruptly in front of her. "Have you ever seen a view like that?"
Chichi pulled herself off his back and peered out from behind him. "Oh wow." The screens for the cockpit were drawn back, allowing the flash of millions of stars to whip past. It was like watching diamonds rolling down a black blanket. "It's so beautiful."
Kakarrot smiled as she stepped foward, her hand still laced with his own. Who knew staring into space could be so satisfying? He spied the co-pilot's seat and sat down, inadvertantly pulling her down into his lap. "Sorry."
She stilled as she grasped her current situation. Ok..just relax. She took a deep breath and allowed herself to relax into his warm embrace, feeling more secure than she'd ever felt before. His strong arms wrapped around her waist and she rested her head on his shoulder. "Don't be sorry. I'm not."
He inhaled her sweet smell and welcomed the feeling of happiness to wash over him. Turning his head, he pressed his lips to her hair and snaked his tail around her wrist, smiling as she jumped. "Neither am I."
A/N: Happy New Year everyone!! Sorry! It took me longer than I thought to write up this chapter. I know the thing between Kakarrot and Chichi may seem rushed, but I always thought that they had an instant connection. That and they're younger, so it's a bit more innocent that Bulma and Vegeta's connection. I just felt like explaining it a bit. Thankie sssooo much to my reviewers! Hopefully ff.net will let you review...it's not for me...stupid website <_<. I'll try to update as soon as possible!
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