Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The King and Queen Diaries ❯ Kisei daga Ounouhanmon ( Chapter 14 )

Author's Note: Sorry it took me so long to update, but getting married does that to you, lol. This chapter is nice, long, and filled with a crap load of death. Enjoy!

 

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Chapter Fourteen: Kisei daga Ounouhanmon (Death and Agony)

 

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She had never killed anyone in her life.

 

Bardock and Brolli stood on either side of her, both so close they were nearly touching her. She could feel their warmth through their armor, through hers, and even through the pouring rain.

 

The whole entire line of men at the wall, which had to be almost two thousand, all had their bows pulled back and ready to launch their burning arrows.

 

They were waiting for the moment when the enemy marched close enough to be within the range of their arrows, and then they would let them fly.

 

They were getting closer.

 

“Steady, your highness.”

 

She did not realize that her arm had been trembling until Bardock's softly spoken words hit her ears. She drew in a deep breath, knowing that even though she was only one person, that one person could kill an innumerable amount of people given their skill and the opportunity to do so.

 

Did any of them have families? Wives? Children?

 

“This is for Vegeta-sei, Queen Bulma. Do not think of anything else. Think of them taking your home and your life, think of them taking King Vegeta, and that is all you need. Do not dwell on the painful facts of taking a life.”

 

She swallowed and nodded stiffly, forcing herself to still her shaky fingers. They were defending tens of thousands of lives just in this city, and the billions of lives on the planet. They were fighting to save it, and they were fighting to get their King back. Her husband...her love....

 

“On three...give the signal. They will be within range in the next few steps. Theses bows shoot arrows farther than wooden bows, and are more powerful. We want to keep them as far away from the walls as we can. They should do the job.”

 

Bulma felt her breathing accelerate as Bardock's mouth moved to say “One.” Her eyes wildly searched for the first being she would ever kill, and realized that she could probably just shoot her arrow into the midst of the army and probably hit someone anyhow.

 

“Two,” he said quietly. “Aim for the spot between the shoulder and neck. Their armor separates there, and exposes their neck.”

 

She nodded. Her blood pounded in her ears, and she realized that in less than one second, people would begin to die.

 

“Three. NOW!!”

 

A thousand burning arrows flew through the gloomy afternoon air, staying ablaze even through the pelting rain.

 

She watched stunned as almost every man in the front line fell. All around her men hurriedly reloaded their bows and lit their arrows on fire, and shot more rounds. More men fell.

 

“Queen Bulma! Shoot now!”

 

She turned to see Bardock gazing at her furiously, his dark eyes ablaze. She stared at him, stunned at his expression, for she did not understand why he looked so angry.

 

“Shoot your arrow, now!”

 

She looked down her massive bow to see her arrow still in its place. She had never released her arrow.

 

A sudden whack of a hand on her shoulder blade brutally influenced her fingers to release their hold. She gasped as she watched her arrow fly through the air.

 

It landed smack dead in an alien's face.

 

She did not know what to think or feel as the being fell to the ground, instantly trampled by the now-running army of their foes.

 

“Reload, your highness! Keep them away from the walls!” He turned away from her to shout at the men. “Keep them coming! Shoot anyone who gets close to the walls! Guard them with your life!”

 

Bulma forced her trembling fingers to reload her bow, and she quickly dipped an arrow into the bucket of oil between her and Bardock. Sticking it into the torch beside her, she placed her arrow on the notch in her bow.

 

She tried not to think of the creature that she had just killed, because she knew that he would have just as soon killed her and her unborn babies.

 

She had to protect their future! She could do this!

 

The men were now coming upon the lines of oil that had been drawn several yards away from the walls at three different intervals. She aimed at the line farthest away, and closest to the enemy.

 

“Bardock,” she said with deadly calm in her voice, “aim for the line in the middle. Their momentum will drive them through the first line, into yours, and then into the next, which Brolli will light.”

 

Brolli nodded beside her, quickly reloading his bow to aim at the last and final row of oil closest to the walls. All around them were the screams and yells of men firing arrows and killing the enemy, of massive spheres of fire being hurled into the city, and of the sounds of the flying machines being launched into the air.

 

“I will shoot first. As soon as it is ablaze, Bardock, you light yours afire. Then the same for you, Brolli.”

 

They all nodded. Not even one second after her words, Bulma released her arrow, praying for it to hit its mark. She had never practiced archery as much as swordplay, but she was decent.

 

Decent enough to hit the line of oil dead on.

 

Instantly a wall of fire exploded before the enemy. Bulma felt a smirk tug at the corner of her mouth as hundreds of screams erupted from the invaders, and watched as they tried to stop before they hit the flames. The propulsion of the thousands of men behind them hurled them forward, instantaneously catching hundreds of men on fire.

 

Bardock released his arrow as the flaming men were pushed forward by their own comrades behind them. The men screamed and cried out in agony as they fell and were trampled to death instantly. This happened in less than five seconds.

 

It continued as the line Bardock lit caught even more of the aliens on fire. They too were pushed forward and crushed as they fell in anguish. They continued pushing forward until the line Bulma had lit was trampled out, and Brolli then freed his arrow.

 

Bulma watched with satisfaction as more men fell. But that satisfaction did not last long. Many of the enemy's men had fallen, but there were thousands left. Their fires were soon out from the rain and the trampling feet of their foes, but they had taken down hundreds of men just from that.

 

Bulma reloaded her bow quickly when she saw with alarm that they were quickly advancing on the walls. She could see them carrying massive ladders so they could scale their walls, and she loosed her arrow without a second thought into the group of men nearing the walls.

 

Bardock nodded firmly as together they began shooting arrows like mad into the army below them, not even bothering to pause to light them on fire any longer. Her men were doing the same, firing round after round of arrows into the seemingly never-ending ocean of invaders.

 

Above her, a cruiser that was similar to theirs flew over her head. She jerked around to watch its flight, and gasped when she saw it starting to drop massive bombs into the city. Already the city was starting to burn from the massive infernos that they were hurling into the midst of it. Flames shot into the dark sky and panicked screams erupted from the people in the city.

 

Bulma turned to shout down to the men in the courtyard helping supply arrows and whatever else was needed.

 

“Send out the cruisers! Get men to put out those flames! Protect the citizenry!”

 

The bellows of the men below helped calm her as they shot into action. She saw the small flying machines lumber into the air and take off after their airborne enemy.

 

She turned just in time to hear Bardock cry, “The gates! Men to the gates!”

 

She watched as the army below them made it to the walls, slamming into it from their force and momentum. Arrows began flying their way, and she watched as her men started to fall from the wall.

 

“No!” she cried, and immediately reloaded her bow. She frantically began loosing arrows into the horde of men fighting to scale the wall, and watched as one after one they fell. She kept her mind on one thing: to keep them away from the walls no matter what. Their very lives depended on it.

 

She heard her men shouting for more arrows. They were running out because the suppliers were busy elsewhere. She watched as ladders began flying into the air and landing against the stone of the walls, and she cried out frenetically, “Push them away! Get them off the walls!”

 

A ladder flew up right beside her. Brolli was instantly pushing it away, but a hideous alien with brown skin and an undistinguishable face was already at the top. Bulma gasped as the creature raised a wickedly curved blade, and without a second thought, released the arrow that was loaded in her bow.

 

Brolli looked shocked as the alien dropped his sword and grasped at his throat, where an arrow had shot straight through the creature's esophagus. He turned to see the Queen still standing with her arm outstretched. She had just saved his life.

 

He had no time to thank her as he and a group of men shoved the ladder away from the wall and back into the mass of the enemy below, crushing the men below it.

 

Ladders continued to fly up and they continued to push them back down. The enemy dropped like flies from arrows, but for every five they killed, one of her men fell.

 

One of the cruisers from the other side was shot down. Bulma heard the horrendous sound above the screams and yells of the men, and turned just in time to see it dive by her. It screeched by her in a magnificent show of flaming metal as the engine exploded and caused the craft to burst apart before it even plowed into the ground.

 

She cried out in joy as she watched the flames in the middle of the battlefield. She could not estimate how many of the enemy's men had been killed, but anything helped at this point.

 

She heard Bardock curse beside her. She followed his line of sight and saw that the aliens around the gate were parting to allow a ram through. It was extremely primitive, which shocked her, and she could only conclude that they had only had enough time to prepare for so many things.

 

They had obviously chopped down one of the ancient trees from the forest surrounding them, and had cut off all the branches. The enemy was toting it by small stumps that had been left all around the tree, and they were carrying it by the force of their own strength.

 

She wondered how long the first iron gate would last against such a thing, but no matter how primitive it was, she was taking no chances.

 

“Aim for the men at the ram!”

 

A slew of burning arrows barraged the men so swiftly that it almost shocked her. The ram fell and was left to lay on the ground, for the enemy knew that they would sign their death warrant if they even touched it.

 

A cruiser, one of their own, was shot down. Bulma heard the crash as it slammed into the city, and she prayed that no one had been killed, even though it was highly improbable. Several buildings were taken out and a huge inferno leapt into the air like it was trying to eat it. Many of her men were already tending to fires and helping supply arrows, and she hoped that the fire would be contained quickly and with as little damage as possible done to the city.

 

This went on for over an hour with little change. The fight was in the air and on the ground. The city was burning and the rain was helping very little. The screams were so deafening and so unbearable that Bulma felt herself withdrawing into herself. She pulled away from what she was doing, wrenched herself away from the killing and atrocities she was committing. For every person she killed, she became more blank, more introverted. She entered a world of black and white, of sounds so blurred and hazy that it seemed like a constant scream in slow motion. Her motions were mechanical and deliberate. She found her opponent, aimed, and killed him. Soon she began loading two or three arrows in her bow at a time, and commenced with killing two or thee aliens at once. The speed at which she loaded her bow was astounding, and soon she had both Bardock and Brolli shouting to her to pick off this alien or that alien that was climbing over the walls. She went through a barrel of arrows, which totaled about one hundred, in less than five minutes.

 

But it was not good enough.

 

Bulma began hearing the clashing of swords. Not a single alien made it within ten feet of her, for her Royal Guard was protecting her obsessively. She herself was devastating the area in front of her, and the bodies began piling up on the ground below her. The ladders were pushed away, the enemy was shot down, or they were sliced in half or decapitated by the ferocious men around her, and she thanked them silently for guarding her as she continued to fight for her planet. With their protection, she did not have to worry about protecting herself and could just concentrate on killing everything that came into her sight.

 

She ordered her fourth barrel with a violent scream so the men below could hear her.

 

A pained cry beside her drew her out of the haze of death that she had been engulfed in. She blinked as she turned to see that a ladder had been raised in front of Bardock, with several of the enemy's men hanging off the top of it. They had all jumped on Bardock, brandishing swords, and she felt the blood drain from her face as he was taken down to the ground right beside her.

 

Brolli had been withdrawn into his own world as well, for just like the Queen, he had never killed anyone until this day. But when he heard the hysterical, enraged scream from a woman, he turned to see her fling down her bow and withdraw her sword so fiercely that he was visibly stunned. Bardock was being attacked on the ground by two aliens; he had already killed one, but Brolli could see that he had been wounded mortally.

 

The head that went flying into the air made him jump as the Queen's sword drove home victoriously. She looked mildly insane as the headless body fell beside her, and in what seemed like an almost uncaring manner to herself and her unborn children, grabbed the last alien by his breastplate with her free hand, and thrust her sword straight through his armor, into his gut, and out the other side with unbelievable strength.

 

She threw the being away into the courtyard. Brolli forcedly pulled his eyes away to continue fighting, but kept an eye on her as she knelt beside Bardock.

 

“Bardock,” she choked, dropping her bloody sword beside her with a loud clang. Immediately her guards surrounded her in a tight circle so she would not be harmed. She was weaponless and in harm's way in her position, but they knew she cared too much for their Captain to care for herself.

 

His throat was sliced. He was gasping desperately for air, and Bulma felt tears blur her vision as he grasped at his neck with his hand. His body was trembling so fiercely that Bulma could nearly feel his pain.

 

“No,” she said, her voice shaking as she covered his bloody fingers with her own to help add pressure. His eyes closed and she panicked, but then sobbed openly in relief when they opened again and he smiled pathetically at her. How could he even think coherently?

 

“G-go,” he managed to say, his black Saiya-jin eyes soft and gentle. It was as if he knew his death was at hand, and was accepting it.

 

“No,” she said again, her voice firm this time. She jerked her head up, just as she released his fingers and ripped a chunk of her red cloak with her bare hands. The fabric, which was nearly indestructible, tore easily under her fingers.

 

“I will not lose you,” she said, her voice betraying her feelings. The love she felt for Vegeta was between and husband and a wife, but the love she felt for Bardock was between a father and a daughter, and she refused to lose another person she loved.

 

He looked like he wanted to laugh, but he was unable to in his condition. He ended up coughing up blood, and it oozed from his mouth and throat to all over his face. She could only hope as she tied the cloth around his throat that his esophagus had not been severed, for he might have a chance to live. If they got him to the palace quick enough....

 

Oh gods, his eyes were clouding over.

 

“Kutibiru! Senaka! Nitokin!” Her panicked shouts drew the attention of three of her guards, two of which she was very close to. They hurried over to her and the side of their Captain, and without instruction, gently picked up the man and began carrying him away.

 

Bulma only looked long enough for Bardock to be carted off down the crowded stairs. She picked up her sword, Vegeta's sword, which was coated in two different colors of blood. Green and orange.

 

She sheathed it quickly and returned to Brolli's side. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, and could not help but chuckle.

 

“Remind me not to get on your bad side.”

 

Her smirk restored, she picked up her fallen bow and loaded it with four arrows. She had to make up for the killing she had missed.

 

 

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Hours began flying by. The storm calmed to nothing but wind and rain, but the night was soon upon them. There had been several attempts for the aliens to return to the battering ram, but they had all been shot down within seconds.

 

Soon enough they were no longer able to hold back the hundreds of ladders that began flying up the walls. Bulma began panicking as she heard the sounds of more and more swords clashing, and then more and more screams from the citizens as the enemy began dropping off soldiers into the city. She cried for the men in the courtyard to fight off the intruders, and quickly they ran off to save the city from being taken from within.

 

That was when she started hearing their other weapons, the ones that shot fire.

 

The loud noise they gave off was unmistakable. She had heard the clamor off in the distance when her army had been marching from town to town, searching for men and gathering supplies until they managed to find a city to save them.

 

They were starting to get pushed back. They walls were being overrun, and soon Bulma pulled her bow to behind her back and withdrew her sword to begin fighting with her weapon of choice.

 

Everywhere around her she could see her men being slaughtered and being overtaken. She looked to Brolli frantically, wondering what she should do, wondering if they should retreat or pull back to the second, weaker wall.

 

He nodded to her as he removed the head of an enemy, and was instantly beside her.

 

“Draw back! Move to the second wall!” she cried above the war cries and screams and the sounds of war. Soon the shouts of the commanding officers voiced the same order. The launching of the fireballs suddenly ceased, and she realized it was because the enemy knew that they were overtaking the walls and were moving forward to now take the city.

 

Bulma and her men fought back the men as best as they could, and as they ran from the walls they formed a line of archers, so they men could get behind the second wall. They raised the weaker, smaller gate only several feet, and she climbed below it awkwardly as her guards nearly carried her through. Bulma began motioning the archers to start getting behind the second gate, and realized with horror that if they stopped shooting, they would be instantly overtaken.

 

She shouted for her men to start aiding them. She prayed that if they tried hard enough, some of the brave Saiya-jins down in the courtyard below would be able to crawl beneath the gate, which had now lowered to two feet above the ground.

 

Out of the hundred or so archers in the courtyard, about twenty of them managed to get through the gate before Brolli ordered it closed. Almost immediately the archers were dead, but it was the only way that they could have kept out the enemy.

 

Shots rang out in the city, and Bulma turned to see city folk in the streets with pitchforks, shovels, knives, swords, and other makeshift weapons fighting the aliens trying to overtake their city. Her heart filled with pride as she saw old men and women of all ages fighting back.

 

They were no match against the weapons these white beings carried, but their numbers were so overwhelming that the enemy could not fire fast enough to keep them back.

 

Bulma released a breath she did not realize she was holding as the shots ceased.

 

The city was still theirs, but for how much longer?

 

The courtyard was now overflowing with the enemy's men. Their numbers had been drastically reduced, and Bulma calculated that her men, the two thousand strong that they had started out with, had been sliced in half.

 

She ordered the oil that had been readied for this event poured down the walls. Men's screams encouraged her, and she ordered her soldiers to fling out the flammable substance into the horde of men trying to scale the walls yet again.

 

Bucket after bucket was thrown out into the writhing mass below them, and she screamed for arrows to be lit and shot immediately.

 

Small fires began erupting all over the courtyard, the fires actually flaming invaders. Those unfortunate enough to have caught any oil on their armor soon found themselves being roasted alive.

 

Shouts from the city caught her attention, and she turned to see the mass of citizens parting to allow a small group of soldiers through.

 

They hurried up the walls and the leader, a man Bulma had never seen, quickly bowed and shouted above the war cries, “We have taken out the enemy in the city, Queen Bulma! Their cruisers seem to have been shot down as well!”

 

She nodded, eternally grateful as she quickly released an arrow into the throng of aliens that had been drastically reduced. They had to have killed about five thousand, but that still left another five thousand or so.

 

She turned her attention back to the fighting, but was interrupted again when the man who had told her the news yelled, “If we can figure out how to use their bizarre firing weapons, would you be partial to using them?”

 

Bulma turned to him, stunned. “You have confiscated their weapons? They are in working condition?”

 

The man nodded excitedly, and presented one to her. It was short, about two feet long; wide, about six inches; and made almost entirely out of some metal-like material. There was a small opening in the front that shot out whatever projectile it used to kill with, and there was a button that you had to push underneath it. Overall, it was slightly oval, and looked completely foreign to her.

 

She studied it with a calculating eye. She dropped her bow, and took the heavy weapon from the man's arms. Having no clue how to use it, she held it to her side to protect her pregnant belly, aimed somewhere into the horde, and pushed the button made out of some kind of resin.

 

A shot rang out and it recoiled so hard and unexpectedly that she was almost flung backwards. Thankfully the men milling about behind her refilling the supplies caught her, and she looked down to see that her death would have been instantaneous. There was nothing but a rocky road below, which was about twenty five feet.

 

She turned back to see what damage had been done, and nearly shouted with joy when she saw that about five aliens had been propelled backwards from whatever projectile the weapon shot out. Whatever it was, it penetrated armor and killed violently.

 

Bulma felt a wicked smile twist her features. She turned to the man and said darkly, “Retrieve the other weapons. Distribute them immediately and show the men how to work them. How many are there?”

 

The man shrugged as he shouted over his shoulder to collect the weapons. “There were very few. There are probably about ten in total. It seems to me like they are expensive to make, so maybe the filthy buggers could only supply a few of them to their elite, which we just slaughtered.”

 

Bulma would have normally felt sickened by his talk, but now, after she had just killed hundreds, she felt nothing but acceptance.

 

“Do it.”

 

 

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“What?!”

 

The generals had returned, only to be butchered instantly.

 

After the outraged, panic-stricken scream, they were all laying in pieces on the floor.

 

The frozen lord just killed the last of his generals.

 

Vegeta fought the urge to laugh, for he knew the pain it would bring, but it came forth anyhow. Seconds after the miserable sound, he began coughing and wheezing in unbelievable agony, and he tasted blood in his mouth.

 

He was injured internally.

 

Being a warrior meant that you had to learn how to diagnose your injuries. He was starved, he was sleep-deprived, and he had been beaten within the barest brink of consciousness only an hour ago. The whipping had flayed any of the remaining skin off his back, and he heard the two new guards beside him whispering that bone had been exposed.

 

They had whipped him so terribly that they had gotten down to the bone, but that did not compare to what they had done after that.

 

He had screamed in agony as they had brutally broken his tail. The thing had been wrapped so tightly around his waist that they had been forced to pry it away from him, the white lizard lord laughing the whole time.

 

“Beg for your tail and I might spare it,” he had hissed, and Vegeta had known that was what he had wanted. He had wanted to hear him beg and plead to leave his tail alone. It was connected to his spine, and because of that, was extremely sensitive to any sensation. If not touched gently, it would more than likely invoke pain.

 

The cruel alien had nodded to the white creature giving the punishment, and had laughed hysterically when Vegeta gritted his teeth visibly, preparing for the pain.

 

Nothing would have ever prepared him for the anguish of having his own tail broken, piece by piece, until they had finally, mercifully, reached the end.

 

It now laid lifeless behind him, twisted, bent, and smashed, and Vegeta was constantly wincing from the sharp-shooting pains that exploded up his spine and into his brain, leaving him in constant misery. If he thought being whipped to unconsciousness was bad, then he had been wrong. So very wrong.

 

Now he watched, breathing laboriously, as the enemy leader hyperventilated deliriously across the room. The two newly assigned guards, whose jobs were to make sure he kept his mouth shut, were standing as close to him as they could get. They somehow knew that their leader would not go so insane as to kill the Saiya-jin King, so they were hiding behind him.

 

Pathetic.

 

“Stupid!” the white creature shrieked, nearly unable to breathe he was so hysterical. He began flinging anything he could about the throne room, screaming at the top of his lungs.

 

“How could they be losing?! How could they kill thousands of men so fast?! What do they have that we do not?! What—“

 

He stilled, in a way so chilling that Vegeta stiffened in his chains as the alien lord turned his red, icy eyes on him.

 

Within seconds he was upon him, his sharp nails digging into the flesh of his face and drawing blood.

 

“What is your secret?” he hissed into his face, spittle flying from his mouth. Vegeta tried to flinch away, but the alien had a bone-crushing grip on his jaw.

 

“You piece of disgusting monkey shit! I had over half of my army sent to that pathetic little town, and yet your wife somehow manages, with less than two thousand men, to kill three-fourths of my men! We should have completely slaughtered you monkeys! Your wretched little planet should be overtaken by now!”

 

Vegeta let out a half cough, half laugh, and gave the lord a bloody smile. The lord drew back, slightly startled at the sight of blood, which just made Vegeta feel more amused.

 

“When there is a will, there is a way,” Vegeta sneered, furious at his ridiculing words. “My wife is smarter than you think, you piece of vile trash. She will do anything to save my people, our people, even if it means sacrificing her own life. You have completely underestimated her and the Saiya-jin race.”

 

The fury that gathered on the alien's face almost made Vegeta regret his words. Almost.

 

He was thrown back, but he was connected to his chains and just ending up having the metal dig further into his skin as he was flung backwards. The guards behind him caught him and steadied his movement. He was thankful, but he knew what was going to happen.

 

“I am Lord Frieza! I cannot lose! I have already lost my whole planet and my people! I refuse to lose to you domineering monkeys! I have had enough of your kind! I will concoct a plan that is so genius, so evil that no one—not even your brilliant wife—will be able to see through it!”

 

His psychotic laughter numbed Vegeta to the core, which he was thankful for, because in less than five minutes, he would be in more pain than he had ever been in his life.

 

 

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Author's Note: Freakin right. You know that you like it! Lol, review and tell me what you think!!!