Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Mistress ❯ Interlude ( Chapter 7 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: HeartlessChild 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.10.2004 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.10.2004 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Completed
WARNING: Rated R for language and sexual content (mild lemon/lime).
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Interlude
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It was a pain unlike any other. The sentiments of loss and joy intermingled into a ball of emotion, frozen in her heart like that of a snow-peaked mountain. There was only one thing she could do now and that was to look forward. Her time to leave had come. She knew he would be angry... But that was not the right word to use; furious, bitter, vengeful. Those were the words she would use to describe what he would feel when he uncovered her betrayal. Her prayers for his retribution to remain unobtainable, carried on through the sleepless night of guilt that lapped at her conscious.
And so she sat listlessly, staring out of the round portal with unfailing remorse as the planet she had called home grew smaller and smaller. The ship slowly sped away from the atmosphere of the bronzed planet, making her sigh unconsciously from hidden emotions of guilt.
For a final time, her sky blue eyes skimmed the contours of the rugged land, drinking up the flecks of emerald green scattered about the planet, representing the small areas of the dense forests that painted the landscape.
She raised a delicate pale hand to the portal and deftly stroked the planet from afar with an unflinching intent. As she blinked, the planet disappeared from her sight into the dark abyss of the universe, blanketed away from her by the dense atmosphere that shrouded her from her prison.
She would miss the planet... But would she miss the Saiyan people of this treasured planet? Would he miss her?
Would she miss him?
She sighed again and as her fingers slowly slid down the portal window, leaving a glistening trail of perspiration from her moist hand. And suddenly, the answer resounded clearly in her mind;
No... She wouldn't.
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"He's dead."
The Queen gazed blankly at the Saiyan warrior standing before her, "Dead?"
"The Serpenian; he was found washed up on the shores of Sai Island, near the villa."
Cerna swore softly to herself. What she could not understand was how a ki-less weakling managed to defeat a trained alien. There was no logic in the death of the Serpenian, it was to remain a mystery for she could not raise the idiot from the dead and ask him. "The fool," she mumbled to herself, leaning back comfortably into her elaborately decorated arm chair.
An unearthly silence fell between the two Saiyans, enhancing every other sound in the room to an unbearable decibel. The sandy stone walls seemed to breathe with life, holding untold memories of the ghostly Kings that had passed from this world. It was suffocating for her, as though an imperceptible hand was slowly pressing down upon her unborn child, secretly trying to squeeze out the life essence from the mass of cells that lay hidden deep within the folds of her body.
Cerna inhaled deeply, forcing away the invisible monsters that were caged inside the walls of her mind.
"I trusted him to finish the job off and he--Did you return to the villa to carry out the unfinished task?" She snapped suddenly, glaring icily at the stern Saiyan.
He looked over her shoulder as he replied, showing the correct form of courtesy a queen would deserve, "I did, your highness. But there was no one in the villa. The servants present did not have any clue as to the whereabouts of this alien you wish dead; I even killed a few to scare the others but they knew nothing. It seems as if your target escaped."
Cerna's eyebrow rose in thought, "You've served me well, but not well enough it seems..." She sighed. How was she supposed to fight a battle with an invisible opponent? It was absolutely impossible! She looked at her personal guard, wanting to kill him at that very moment. Instead, she motioned for him to leave, suddenly feeling drained of energy. As he turned to leave, she caressed her abdomen gently, a small smile lighting her tanned face. If the little witch had escaped, then so be it; at least she wouldn't be with her mate. That wouldn't do at all...
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Bulma closed her eyes.
Their escape had not been an easy one. It had been messy, deadly, but instinct to fight for her and her unborn child's survival dominated all else. Her watery blue eyes travelled down to her hands; if she looked closely, she could see flecks of blood within the very pores of her hands... The blood of another living creature.
She never thought she could or would take the life of another, but she had... All for the sanctity of survival. Her eyes began to sting beneath her closed eyelids as a pool of tears formed beneath her lashes.
If she had the chance, she knew that she would have done it again, without a moment of hesitation.
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They had snuck under the docking bay where Vejiita-sei's international fleet of ships were kept. It had not been easy, the highly security-tight base was a minefield of guards and surveillance cameras. It would not be too long before one of them would slip up and they would be caught.
The pressure she felt was unlike any other. If this escape failed, then she knew she would be die at the hands of her lover. She grimaced at the word, her fingers trembling as they hid in a tunnel beneath the docking bay. It seemed that she was not the only slave to have thoughts of escape. How they built the underground tunnel was beyond her, all she could do was give her thanks to their wit.
"Are we ready ladies?" Zarai, Nena's mother, whispered urgently, breaking her train of thought.
In the pitch black tunnel, the musty smell of earth and wood became all too prominent at that moment. Bulma shivered, "I'm ready," her hand reached into the pocket of her blue cloak, fingering the sharp object with anticipation and dread.
Zarai gave a ghostly smile and looked longingly at the soiled wall before her, ending the tunnel they had travelled through. "The panel behind that soil," she murmured, "will take us to the back entrance of one of Vejiita-sei's ships. We won't have much time before someone might spot us, but we will run separately to the entrance; there is a ten foot width between the panel and the back entrance to the ship."
Bulma looked at the older woman with hidden admiration, "Have you done this before?" She asked in awe.
"I have helped others," she admitted, "But I always thought that I would be able to buy my freedom and leave next spring," Zarai looked poignantly towards her, "But certain circumstances has led me towards this path and to help you, I must make sacrifices of my own"
She swallowed and nodded, noting the regal manner in which the older woman spoke. At that moment in time, she was not a slave or servant to Bulma... She was a pillar of strength and wisdom; one which she would lean on to the end of her days.
A gentle hand on her shoulder comforted the wave of anxiety that suddenly fled through her as she looked at the small silver soil-covered panel. She turned and looked at Nena, bowing her head. "If we don't make it, I want to let you know how grateful I am."
Nena shook her head, "We will make it," she murmured in assurance.
"Nena, I want you to go first," Zarai announced. The young woman fell to her knees and before the small square panel. It was barely large enough for them to get through. She braced her hand against the protruding handle and waited for her mother's command.
Bulma looked at them through the dim light offered by the lamp she carried. Zarai closed her eyes and whispered a countdown, specifically tuned to the guard rotation that would walk by the ship every few minutes.
"NOW!" The woman hissed.
The next thing Bulma could see was the quick sliding of the panel, the crumbling of dried earth and swift departure of Zarai's daughter. The panel slid back with lightning speed behind her. Bulma blinked and looked at Zarai in astonishment.
"Your turn Mistress."
Bulma shifted awkwardly. The word felt... Wrong, coming from the older woman, "Call me Bulma," she replied, suddenly feeling like she was five years old.
The corners of Zarai's eyes wrinkled warmly and the next thing Bulma knew, she was in her knees in the same position as Nena, holding the handle to the sliding panel.
Time moved at a snail's pace, crawling by and making each second as agonizing as the last.
"NOW!" The monosyllabic word penetrated the barrier of her mind and without hesitation, she flew into action, leaving the past behind her in the earth and soil of the ancient planet.
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The next half hour after she had run from the panel was a blur. As prophesized, they had been caught, but only by one guard that had seen Zarai's entrance into the back of the ship. The ship was only large enough for 10 people to go into sleep stasis; but it was enough for them.
When the guard had taken Nena by the scruff of her neck, Bulma had done the only thing that came to mind at that precise moment. She advanced on him from behind and lashed at him with the Serpenian assassin's dagger.
And with that moment, she slowly felt her soul seep from her fingers as the guard's dead body fell at her feet, his blood pooling beneath her sandals.
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AN: My son, Nathan Alexander, was born November 14th 2004. I dedicate this chapter to him, my friends and the people that read my stories who make my writing so enjoyable. I could not have done this without you and your support. Thank you.
This chapter was left short for a reason. The next chapter will be the one you're waiting for; Vegeta's reaction and... The future.
Thank you for your patience.
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Interlude
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It was a pain unlike any other. The sentiments of loss and joy intermingled into a ball of emotion, frozen in her heart like that of a snow-peaked mountain. There was only one thing she could do now and that was to look forward. Her time to leave had come. She knew he would be angry... But that was not the right word to use; furious, bitter, vengeful. Those were the words she would use to describe what he would feel when he uncovered her betrayal. Her prayers for his retribution to remain unobtainable, carried on through the sleepless night of guilt that lapped at her conscious.
And so she sat listlessly, staring out of the round portal with unfailing remorse as the planet she had called home grew smaller and smaller. The ship slowly sped away from the atmosphere of the bronzed planet, making her sigh unconsciously from hidden emotions of guilt.
For a final time, her sky blue eyes skimmed the contours of the rugged land, drinking up the flecks of emerald green scattered about the planet, representing the small areas of the dense forests that painted the landscape.
She raised a delicate pale hand to the portal and deftly stroked the planet from afar with an unflinching intent. As she blinked, the planet disappeared from her sight into the dark abyss of the universe, blanketed away from her by the dense atmosphere that shrouded her from her prison.
She would miss the planet... But would she miss the Saiyan people of this treasured planet? Would he miss her?
Would she miss him?
She sighed again and as her fingers slowly slid down the portal window, leaving a glistening trail of perspiration from her moist hand. And suddenly, the answer resounded clearly in her mind;
No... She wouldn't.
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"He's dead."
The Queen gazed blankly at the Saiyan warrior standing before her, "Dead?"
"The Serpenian; he was found washed up on the shores of Sai Island, near the villa."
Cerna swore softly to herself. What she could not understand was how a ki-less weakling managed to defeat a trained alien. There was no logic in the death of the Serpenian, it was to remain a mystery for she could not raise the idiot from the dead and ask him. "The fool," she mumbled to herself, leaning back comfortably into her elaborately decorated arm chair.
An unearthly silence fell between the two Saiyans, enhancing every other sound in the room to an unbearable decibel. The sandy stone walls seemed to breathe with life, holding untold memories of the ghostly Kings that had passed from this world. It was suffocating for her, as though an imperceptible hand was slowly pressing down upon her unborn child, secretly trying to squeeze out the life essence from the mass of cells that lay hidden deep within the folds of her body.
Cerna inhaled deeply, forcing away the invisible monsters that were caged inside the walls of her mind.
"I trusted him to finish the job off and he--Did you return to the villa to carry out the unfinished task?" She snapped suddenly, glaring icily at the stern Saiyan.
He looked over her shoulder as he replied, showing the correct form of courtesy a queen would deserve, "I did, your highness. But there was no one in the villa. The servants present did not have any clue as to the whereabouts of this alien you wish dead; I even killed a few to scare the others but they knew nothing. It seems as if your target escaped."
Cerna's eyebrow rose in thought, "You've served me well, but not well enough it seems..." She sighed. How was she supposed to fight a battle with an invisible opponent? It was absolutely impossible! She looked at her personal guard, wanting to kill him at that very moment. Instead, she motioned for him to leave, suddenly feeling drained of energy. As he turned to leave, she caressed her abdomen gently, a small smile lighting her tanned face. If the little witch had escaped, then so be it; at least she wouldn't be with her mate. That wouldn't do at all...
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Bulma closed her eyes.
Their escape had not been an easy one. It had been messy, deadly, but instinct to fight for her and her unborn child's survival dominated all else. Her watery blue eyes travelled down to her hands; if she looked closely, she could see flecks of blood within the very pores of her hands... The blood of another living creature.
She never thought she could or would take the life of another, but she had... All for the sanctity of survival. Her eyes began to sting beneath her closed eyelids as a pool of tears formed beneath her lashes.
If she had the chance, she knew that she would have done it again, without a moment of hesitation.
.
.
.
They had snuck under the docking bay where Vejiita-sei's international fleet of ships were kept. It had not been easy, the highly security-tight base was a minefield of guards and surveillance cameras. It would not be too long before one of them would slip up and they would be caught.
The pressure she felt was unlike any other. If this escape failed, then she knew she would be die at the hands of her lover. She grimaced at the word, her fingers trembling as they hid in a tunnel beneath the docking bay. It seemed that she was not the only slave to have thoughts of escape. How they built the underground tunnel was beyond her, all she could do was give her thanks to their wit.
"Are we ready ladies?" Zarai, Nena's mother, whispered urgently, breaking her train of thought.
In the pitch black tunnel, the musty smell of earth and wood became all too prominent at that moment. Bulma shivered, "I'm ready," her hand reached into the pocket of her blue cloak, fingering the sharp object with anticipation and dread.
Zarai gave a ghostly smile and looked longingly at the soiled wall before her, ending the tunnel they had travelled through. "The panel behind that soil," she murmured, "will take us to the back entrance of one of Vejiita-sei's ships. We won't have much time before someone might spot us, but we will run separately to the entrance; there is a ten foot width between the panel and the back entrance to the ship."
Bulma looked at the older woman with hidden admiration, "Have you done this before?" She asked in awe.
"I have helped others," she admitted, "But I always thought that I would be able to buy my freedom and leave next spring," Zarai looked poignantly towards her, "But certain circumstances has led me towards this path and to help you, I must make sacrifices of my own"
She swallowed and nodded, noting the regal manner in which the older woman spoke. At that moment in time, she was not a slave or servant to Bulma... She was a pillar of strength and wisdom; one which she would lean on to the end of her days.
A gentle hand on her shoulder comforted the wave of anxiety that suddenly fled through her as she looked at the small silver soil-covered panel. She turned and looked at Nena, bowing her head. "If we don't make it, I want to let you know how grateful I am."
Nena shook her head, "We will make it," she murmured in assurance.
"Nena, I want you to go first," Zarai announced. The young woman fell to her knees and before the small square panel. It was barely large enough for them to get through. She braced her hand against the protruding handle and waited for her mother's command.
Bulma looked at them through the dim light offered by the lamp she carried. Zarai closed her eyes and whispered a countdown, specifically tuned to the guard rotation that would walk by the ship every few minutes.
"NOW!" The woman hissed.
The next thing Bulma could see was the quick sliding of the panel, the crumbling of dried earth and swift departure of Zarai's daughter. The panel slid back with lightning speed behind her. Bulma blinked and looked at Zarai in astonishment.
"Your turn Mistress."
Bulma shifted awkwardly. The word felt... Wrong, coming from the older woman, "Call me Bulma," she replied, suddenly feeling like she was five years old.
The corners of Zarai's eyes wrinkled warmly and the next thing Bulma knew, she was in her knees in the same position as Nena, holding the handle to the sliding panel.
Time moved at a snail's pace, crawling by and making each second as agonizing as the last.
"NOW!" The monosyllabic word penetrated the barrier of her mind and without hesitation, she flew into action, leaving the past behind her in the earth and soil of the ancient planet.
.
.
.
The next half hour after she had run from the panel was a blur. As prophesized, they had been caught, but only by one guard that had seen Zarai's entrance into the back of the ship. The ship was only large enough for 10 people to go into sleep stasis; but it was enough for them.
When the guard had taken Nena by the scruff of her neck, Bulma had done the only thing that came to mind at that precise moment. She advanced on him from behind and lashed at him with the Serpenian assassin's dagger.
And with that moment, she slowly felt her soul seep from her fingers as the guard's dead body fell at her feet, his blood pooling beneath her sandals.
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AN: My son, Nathan Alexander, was born November 14th 2004. I dedicate this chapter to him, my friends and the people that read my stories who make my writing so enjoyable. I could not have done this without you and your support. Thank you.
This chapter was left short for a reason. The next chapter will be the one you're waiting for; Vegeta's reaction and... The future.
Thank you for your patience.