Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The King and Queen Diaries ❯ Gai ( Chapter 5 )

Author's Note: Hey everyone! I am SO sorry for being so late...but the dreaded writer's block hit me once again . I swear that this story lately is just giving me such a hard time...I don't want to give any of you anything but the best of my ability...that's why it took so long.

 

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Chapter Five: Gai (Damage)

 

 

“Please, I beg you, do not hurt me!”

 

The being said nothing, just continued shoving and dragging her down the long, dark hallways. The ground was still trembling, and she could hardly see. Her wrists hurt horribly, from the grip that the being had exerted on her, and along with her throat, which she knew was ringed with bruises from the creature's fingers. It had squeezed so tightly to keep her from screaming, that it had cut off her oxygen supply entirely.

 

This was so terrifying that Bulma could feel her whole body quivering. If she thought that being shoved down a flight of stairs and losing her child was frightening, dreadful, and heartbreaking, then she was wrong. She was conscious, and aware of what was going on. This man, or creature, was in control of her. He could do anything he wanted to her; there was nothing she could do about it, and she knew it. She had no weapons, and she already knew that her strength was no match compared to this being. She would have to somehow take him off guard....

 

His breath fanned down her neck, giving her the chills. “What are you planning on doing?” she asked timidly, and then cried out in shocked pain when a hand brutally slapped her in the face, sending her careening into the slimy dirt wall.

Her hand covered her cheek, her eyes wide. She did not yet feel the pain, but she knew it would be there soon, and she was dreading it.

 

Anger built inside her, anger that she had felt very few times in her life. She had no idea where it came from, but perhaps it was a good thing. All she could think of was, how dare this bastard! Who did he think he was, touching the Queen of the Saiya-jins in such a manner? If she had the right moment and could see correctly, she would have been able to hit one of his pressure points and paralyze him, or even attack him and beat him soundly.

 

But she could not see.

 

And she had her baby to worry about.

 

Her primary concerns were to protect her child and to survive. Venom wanted to spew from her lips, but she knew that poisonous words would hardly harm or deter her captor.

 

Bulma gathered bloody spit in her mouth and spat in the direction she knew he was standing, for she was only able to make out his shadow.

 

“You will have to better than that,” she sneered, and then instantly regretted it.

 

He said not a word as his fist slammed into the side of her head. White lights flashed before her eyes as her skull collided with the dirt ground.

 

But she did not go unconscious. It was one thing that she knew she had to fight, because she did not know what he would do to her if she were not awake. For all she would know, he could rape her, or molest her in some way, and she would never know. She had to stay awake; she had to try to get away from the bastard.

 

She struggled up onto her hands, half of her vision missing. Black and white spots replaced the darkness that she should have been seeing, and she blinked frantically to clear her vision.

 

He still said not a word. Who was this person, or thing? She could see the outline of a humanoid, or what she thought was one. His hands felt like normal skin, but she could also still be mistaken.

 

His hands dragged over her body, causing her to scream when she thought that he was going to try to remove her clothing. However, he found what he was looking for when his fingers reached her hair, and he began heaving her down the dirt floors by her long, dirty tresses.

 

She screamed again. The pain in her head was unbearable. First he had slapped her, and then blasted her on the side of the head with his fist, and now he was dragging her by her hair. Blackness tugged at her as she scratched and dug her nails into his hand, trying to remove his fingers from her hair. Her nails ripped and bled, but her pain was forgotten in her desperation to be free.

 

He just tugged even harder, causing her to whimper in agony. She screamed several times for help, but all she heard was it echoing ceaselessly.

 

The being laughed, and her whole body froze in terror. Immediately she was thrown by her hair into the wall, and she cried out as her back connected with a sharp rock. She felt blood seep from the wound and soak her clothes. Panic engulfed her, because she had no idea how bad the injury was.

 

She began fighting earnestly, knowing that her survival was of the utmost importance. If, just by chance, she lost her child once again, she would at least be alive. There could always be other children...if she survived.

 

Tears of desperation streaked down her face as she kicked, clawed, bit, scratched, and screamed her head off. She screamed obscenities and curse words, sending her foot into a soft and giving part of the being's body. He cried out, and curled over in pain. She kicked out furiously, hoping to rain blows down upon his head and knock him out and kill him. Adrenaline pumped through her veins, and she felt her strength triple.

 

She felt his presence leave her and she heard him fall to the ground with a pained grunt, but rage tore through her and she felt something odd, something deadly and horrible, something that she had only ever heard from warriors or from books. She accurately called it blood lust, and she knew her eyes were wild with the need to kill the man who had dared to try to hurt her and her child.

 

He disappeared after she kicked him, and she guessed that he had tried to get away. She searched for him, standing up, breathing harshly, thick, guttural words coming from her sore throat. She kicked out and searched with her hands, her fingers curved into claws, wanting to rip something apart.

 

She found him.

 

At that moment, Bulma had never laid into someone like she did this being. She had never actually punched someone, or attacked someone with the intent to kill. She bashed him repeatedly with her fists, hitting whatever she could and not caring about the sting. She heard grunts of pain and agony, and it only fueled her need to injure this being. She wanted it to die, she wanted it to suffer. He had hurt her; he might have hurt her baby. Just the mere knowledge of that made her want to kill him.

 

His grunts and cries of pain faded slowly, as well as his feeble attempts to fight her off. She kicked him when he was down, so many times that she lost count. She hit him and hit him with her hands until they were bloody and raw, and she even felt something in her fingers crack several times. But she did not feel it. She felt nothing but the need to keep her baby safe, herself safe, and return to Vegeta.

 

Then it was over. She had no idea if the being was still alive, who it was and what they wanted from her, but she knew it was her chance to flee.

 

And that was exactly what she did.

 

 

 

 

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“Where is she?”

 

Senaka and Kutibiru had just burst through an ivy-covered opening that led them outside from the tunnel. Looking back, they noticed that they were about a mile outside the city.

 

The Captain of the Queen's Guard stared down at them from the height of his horse. He did not look pleased at all.

 

Senaka was the first to speak up. “We...we lost her, sir. The tunnels were so dark; she just disappeared. We searched for her, called for her, but there wasn't a single sound.”

 

The look on the older Saiya-jin's face was not happy. At the sight of his hands gripping the reins and the way his horse was dancing nervously, they knew something bad was going to happen. “You idiots! What are we going to tell the King when he rendezvous' with us? He is going to kill all of us!”

 

The two guards looked at the rest of the group, noticing the shocked and angry glares of their twenty or so comrades. Part of the King's Guard was also there, on his highness's order. The King valued his wife's life more than his own.

 

They were doomed. They were going to die. Senaka wanted to cry, but he held his chin high instead.

 

“I will go back to search for her. This is the only way out unless someone goes back the other way.”

 

“You stupid fool! You have no idea how twisting and winding these tunnels are, do you? These tunnels are so old; we have no idea what are even in them! For all we know, there could be people living down there, or old skeletons, or even buried treasure! Get you pathetic asses back down there, and bring light with you!”

The spiky head of the Captain turned, and he addressed the rest of the guard. “All of you, go! Two of you stay with me, and we will wait for the King to meet with us.”

 

He turned back towards the groups of gathering men, all of them trying to find means of light. “You had better hope that you find her before his highness arrives.”

 

The men nodded, their makeshift torches and small camping lanterns that some men carried on their saddles ready to light the way.

 

Many of the men just thought that she was missing, but if they only knew the truth.

 

 

 

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They found her an hour later.

 

Three men from the King's Guard found her slumped in a bloody pile, curled up against the slimy dirt walls.

 

She did not look to be alive.

 

They hurriedly uncurled her arms from her midsection, as if she were trying to protect something, and checked her over as best as they could with their crude lighting.

 

She was still alive, but she was not in a very good condition.

 

They all took turns carrying her as delicately as they could, shouting along the way to the other groups that had spread out through the tunnels trying to find her. Half of the men managed to meet up with them, Senaka and Kutibiru part of those men. Senaka's sensitive side saw a good friend and his Queen bleeding and bruised and felt his eyes water. He blinked them back when his comrade bashed him upside the head, not believing him.

 

“You idiot, this is all your fault! We're all going to die!”

 

The men hushed him, as if their words would somehow disturb the unconscious Queen.

 

When they finally managed to gain sunlight again, the Captain of the Queen's Guard paled at the sight of his charge.

 

The men in his small deadly army did not think they had ever seen the aging, deadly warrior move so fast as they laid the Queen as gently as they could on the green grass, men reaching for blankets on their saddles, or anything that would comfort her in any way.

 

The Captain of the Queen's Guard shoved the men out of the way and gathered his Queen close to his chest, where he went over her vitals. She was alive, but he had no idea how bad her injuries were. She was bruised severely on her face and neck, and there was dried blood around her mouth. There was a severe gash on her temple, which was bleeding profusely. Her hands and fingers looked broken almost beyond repair. Her clothes were filthy and matted, and by the sight of the red stains covering the men that had carried her, he could only assume that she had other injuries that he could not see. His thoughts went to the baby, but he knew there was no way he could tell if it was alive still.

 

Everyone gasped and did not move when she suddenly made a noise.

 

Her eyes fluttered open, and then she whimpered, a barely audible sound. Her eyes opened again, and she stared up at the Captain of her guard.

 

“Bar...dock,” she sobbed, her voice raw. Tears fell from her eyes as she lifted her trembling broken hand, she had no idea why, but he took hold of it and held the broken limb carefully in his own rough and calloused one.

 

“Yes, my Queen,” he said gently, not knowing what else to say. What if she was dying? Were these her last words?

 

Bulma stared up at the blurry vision of Kakarott's father. He was such a good man, and he truly cared for her.

 

“I...I think that I will be fine, but...b-but,” she tried to finished, but she closed her eyes and drew in a sharp breath, as if something was causing her intense pain.

 

“My baby,” was the last thing she said.

 

 

 

**********

 

 

 

“His highness approaches!”

 

Bardock went down on one knee with one fist over his shoulder as the King, his generals, and what was left of his guards rode up to meet them. The rest of the King and Queen's guard went down on one knee, and hid their faces by looking at the ground.

 

They were all as pale as ghosts.

 

Turles, the Captain of the King's guard, noticed this with a harsh, dark frown as their group halted with a lifted hand from King Vegeta. Turles gave him a sideways glance and said in a low voice, “Something isn't right here.”

 

Vegeta, who had just evacuated the whole city of Jighu and launched an counterattack as fast as he could and with what little manpower the city had possessed, was drawn and tired, and he wasn't in a good mood.

 

He had been walking back to his room, where he had been hoping his wife had been waiting for him, but when Bardock had told him that she had gone for a walk with two of her guards, he had gone to look for her. He had almost been out to the garden when the first explosion went off in the city. Immediately he had been torn between searching for his wife and evacuating the city. He needed to make counterattacks and receive messages to see if anywhere else on the planet was being attacked, but it had torn at his heart knowing that his wife might have been in danger.

 

He had been furious with the decision, but he had forced himself to run back into the palace, where he ran into a large group of men looking for him. Explosions had been ringing out around the city, and the sounds of people screaming and buildings blowing up had been widespread.

 

Immediately his generals and himself had gone to work on ordering every available man that could fly a fighter cruiser to launch a counterstrike, even if it was to keep the unknown enemy from continuing the attack on the city.

 

He had also ordered Bardock to take the Queen's guard and half of his own to search for the Queen. Bardock had told him that Bulma had two of his smartest men with her, and they would immediately bring her to the escape route. He told the King that the guard would meet her at the end of the escape route, and whenever his highness got the chance, they would be waiting to rendezvous with him.

 

Vegeta had stayed at the palace until the palace had been hit, and the generals and him had all decided unanimously that it was unsafe to stay there any longer.

 

He had ordered an evacuation of the city immediately after they began leaving. Half of the palace servants had left without permission, and Vegeta had ordered one of his men to sound the alarm. The high-pitched alarm had pierced everyone's ears, but that had not been Vegeta's main concern.

 

His wife was.

 

Now he looked at Turles, who was glaring suspiciously at the men kneeling before them.

 

“What do you mean, `something isn't right here'?” Vegeta said irritably, not wanting the dark man speaking in riddles. His brain was fried and he was pissed. He wanted his wife.

 

“Look at them all, your highness. They are scared of you. Look at how pale they are. Something must have happened.”

 

Vegeta turned to survey the group, and immediately dismounted when the sinking feeling hit him. He strode up to the Captain of his wife's guard, and hauled him to his feet violently.

 

“There had better not be one single hair on her head out of place, do you hear me?” Vegeta growled, yanking and jerking the much larger man around like a sack of potatoes and snarling right into his face.

 

Vegeta threw him to the ground like he was dirt. “Where is she?” he demanded, looking at the men standing around pathetically. “Where is she!”

 

Bardock cleared his throat and stood, dusting himself off. He gave the King a calm, knowing look that further angered Vegeta. The man could stay composed in the most harrowing of situations, and it pissed him off!

 

“She became lost in the tunnel, your highness. But we found her. We have no clue what happened to her, but it seems like she was roughed up a bit. Nothing a little stay in a regeneration tank can't heal.”

 

Vegeta stared at him, rage, desperation, and distress coursing through him. He wanted to be calm, he really did. He wanted to be nice, he wanted to show that he was a kind ruler, he really did, but right then he just wanted to kill someone.

 

“Bastards!” he yelled, turning around on all the men in the large group. “You idiots! Your only job is to protect her, and you can't even do that?! I should kill every single one of you! Show her to me now before one of you die!”

 

Bardock stepped in front of him. “She is resting right now, your highness. We have her over here.”

 

Vegeta stomped after him, the men taking several steps away just in case. They didn't trust a King that looked mildly insane.

 

When Vegeta had seen his wife sprawled at the bottom of the stairs those few months ago, he had thought that his heart had been ripped out of his chest then. Seeing her looking like she was dead, lying prone on the floor like that, had almost been an awakening point for him, for he had realized that his wife was a living, breathing being, and she could die just like anyone else.

 

But now, seeing her bruised, bloody and broken, her clothes and beautiful hair filthy and matted, and her face, even though she was sleeping, in a pained grimace, made him want to howl.

 

The first thought that came to his mind was that he wanted to kill whoever had been responsible for her, but he knew that she wouldn't want that, and he knew that he couldn't do that to her.

 

He fell to his knees beside her, where she was lying on several military blankets that the men carried around. One of the blankets was rolled up and used as a pillow. She was covered to her waist with another, and her hand was lying on top of it.

 

He stared. It was broken, the fingers looked mangled and twisted, and he felt sick to his stomach. He looked away and closed his eyes as his stomach rolled. Never in his life had he been disgusted at the sight of blood or carnage, whole populaces dying or being burned alive, or even of people being skewered and sliced in half. He had been covered from head to toe in blood from species he couldn't even identify, but seeing his wife's tiny, thin fingers distorted so horribly made him simply want to throw up.

 

“Your highness?”

 

It was Turles. The man understood Vegeta, and Vegeta understood him. The King drew in a deep breath and looked up at him.

 

“Does anyone in this group have any medical experience?” Vegeta asked, his voice sounding oddly unsteady.

 

Turles shook his head. “No. I already asked. Bardock said that he tried his best to make her comfortable until you arrived. He suggests that we—“

 

“I could care less what the hell that man thinks right now,” Vegeta muttered, looking back at the group of men that had rode with him to meet with his wife. “Talk to the generals. We need to figure out where we can go that isn't being attacked and where we can get a doctor.” Vegeta looked back down at his wife, and his fingers touched her bruised cheek, and then fluttered over her swollen lips, which were covered in dried blood. He noted the makeshift bandage around her head that was congealed in dark blood. “Do you think....” He stopped, closed his eyes, and then looked down at her. “The child....” He couldn't finish.

 

Turles looked uncertain about his King and the feelings he felt towards his wife. He was used to a harsh man, a man that never hesitated and was stern and strong. This was a different side to him that Turles had never seen.

 

“Your highness, I think what is important right now is that she is alive. I will go talk to the generals. I will be back.”

 

Vegeta nodded. It was all he could do.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note: Poor Bulma, she's really messed up. And Vegeta, he's a total wreck! What's going to happen when she wakes up? Is the baby all right? Will Vegeta kill Senaka and Kutibiru for losing her? And what about Vegeta-sei being attacked?

 

Find out next time...and review! (hint hint)