Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Queen's Gambit ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

The Queen's Gambit

 

by: Vegeta's Mate

 

A/N: A hugemungus "THANK YOU!" goes out to Gatt, Gohan's Lover, and Shiggity Shags for reviewing! I appreciate everyone who has read this fic and I love my reviewers, they get me going so that I can update faster and with better chapters. Domo Arigato Gozaimasu!

ONWARD!!!!!

 

09/19/05 UPDATED A/N: Making chapters longer by splicing two chapters together...hope no one get's confused!

 

Chapter 2: Again?

 

Bulma sat in the far corner of her cell on the molded matress of straw that had been put there for her 'comfort'. Her crystal blue eyes were constantly leaking tears of pity for her fallen people. Her captor tried valliantly to feed her, bringing her tender morsels of meat which she stared blankly at showing more attention to her child's eating than her own. The only emotion she had shown to the Nekrojinn since the destruction of her planet was rage, and that had been when the it had tried to force feed her.

 

What a mistake that had been.

 

The Nekrojinn had entered the cell and sat before the fallen queen, "You must eat." it had said holding the plate out to her. Bulma had not noticed instead tending to the child laying on the matress happily gumming her bottle, until the creature had pried her teeth apart and shoved some bread between her lips. She had spat the bread back at it and lunged at the beast responsible for the death of her race. Her sharp fingernails had raked it's face as her teeth bit down into it's hand, pulling a shreek of pain and confusion from the surprised Nekrojinn. It had flung her away and watched with shock as the tiny queen landed with cat-like grace before lunging again. This time it was prepared, when the woman was within striking distance it lashed out and sent the beautious queen into blessed darkness.

 

Today was day 6 for the captured queen, she had despretly kept her mind blank of the horror she had witnessed...until today. When she awoak she had lazily rubbed the opposite side of the bed and came away confused as to why her husband wasn't there. She opened her eyes and took a look around, expecting to see her bedchambers, she was shocked to find herself in an unfamilliar room. Confusion marred her features until reality crashed unforgivably down on her.

 

Mind blowing pain rushed her, the death of her husband re-played in vivid detail through her mind's eye. A scream of anguish tore itself from her throat as she stood quickly and flung herself against the bars of her prison again and again until the beast came to her to calm her down. She fought with all of her strength to no avail. The Nekrojinn held her arms prisoner against her sides and growled menacingly in her face.

 

"You will calm down or I will be forced to kill your child." it growled, giving her a shake to make his point clear.

 

Horror filled her and Bulma nodded, becoming docile and turned her face away from the disgusting sight that was the Nekrojinn's face. Her thoughts on ways to destroy the murderer of her husband and planet.

 

The ship rocked unexpectedly and the beast's grip on her loosened enough for her to escape it's grasp. When the ship rocked again, Bulma was thorwn into the wall. "What the hell is going on?!" she screamed at the Nekrojinn.

 

"We're being attacked." it said in an unconcerned tone.

 

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"Nappa, what is that?" a grave voice growled from the Captain's chair of the ship.

"It appears to be a Nekrojinn vessal, Sire. It must be on it's way back from some miserable planet with a woman for the Nekrojinn king. " the afore mentioned Nappa answered.

 

"I wonder why they even do that anymore, they never allow the women to live. The king always finds fault with the woman no matter how pretty she may be and he always lets his concubines eat them." another voice asked, Nappa turned and noticed that Radditz, who had joined them on the deck, had posed that question.

 

"Nappa, set an intercept course. I am curious to see what the Nekrojinn has caught this time." the first voice said.

 

"Yes, Prince Vegeta. Radditz, you heard the Prince! Set an intercept course!" Nappa barked.

 

"Course plotted, estimated time to intercept is 1 minute 29 seconds."

 

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Bulma heard a loud thump followed by a hiss of air just as her captor rushed out of her cell.

"What's going on?" she called after it, but to no avail.

 

Voices both distant and vague could be heard by the emprisoned queen and she strained her ears for any bit of the conversation.

 

Bulma slowed her breathing to almost nothing and closed her eyes concentrating on the voices

that sounded like they were getting closer.

 

"...is she? I just...to...-er." a deep voice said.

 

"No one.... Am ..lone." the Nekrojinn replied

 

"Try -gain. Where is she?!" another male voice yelled.

 

Bulma knew she only had two choices; she could remain quiet and take her chances with the Nekrojinn. or she could scream and beg the new commers to rescue her and her child. Neither was a pleasant idea, for she could be getting into worse trouble with the newcomers than she was already in or she could be killed by her present captor....

 

"HELP US!!! WE'RE BACK HERE!!!" Bulma screamed from her stand point at the bars of her cell. Desperatly she shook the bars in hopes of making further noise to alert the others of her wearabouts.

 

"LYEING WILL ONLY GET YOU KILLED GIGA NO NEKRO-SAI!" the second male voice howled, a deafning boom followed his shout.

 

Bulma cringed back into the corner of her cell hunching protectivly over her tiny babe she preyed that she'd done the right thing. Her eyes were glued to the bars of her cell, her mantra of "help us" the only sound in the room.

 

"Woman! Call out again!" the first voice demanded.

 

"help us, help us, Help Us, HELP US!" she called out her voice gaining volume by the second.

By the time her 'rescuers' reached her she was curled into the fetal position around her child screaming at the top of her lungs.

 

A hand roughly shook Bulma's shoulder, "Stop screaming Dammit!" a rough voice shouted.

 

Bulma slowly opened her eyes and was met by a boyishly handsome face, with dark chocolate eyes and a wealth of spikes of jet hair surrounding him. Bulma opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by another male voice to her left.

 

"What's wrong with her? She just stares at him as if she's never seen a Saiyajinn before." the growling voice stated, his tone hinting at light mirth.

 

"A what?" Bulma asked her eyes settling on the tall bald man who'd spoken.

The bald one looked over towards a corner that Bulma couldn't see, "She must be from one of the last underdeveloped planets, she probably doesn't even know what the Nekrojinn had in mind for her." he said to someone in that unseen corner.

 

"Pity." came a third voice from the corner, it's tone one of authority.

 

"I know only that which the Nekrojinn saw fit to tell me." Bulma said, upset that they would dare to speak of her as though she weren't there. Her hold tightened on her small bundle unconciously.

 

"What?" the long haired one asked, "Speak Standard."

 

"I am speaking in the manner in which I was taught by my governess, what other standard manner is there?" she asked curious as to why he seemed unable to understand her.

 

The bald one looked at her in growing astonishment, "Which...are you- er, what I meant was, What is the name of your planet, lady?" he asked his eyes growing rounder by the moment.

 

"Aquarnia, why would you ask? It is no longer there you know, a green colored orb destroyed it days ago." Bulma said in a slightly shaking voice, trying in vain to hold in the tremors of anguish.

 

"That explains why she speaks a medieval form of Galactic Standard. As for her planet being destroyed, I think she means that Gigo no Nekrojinn destroyed it with a large ki blast." he explained to the as yet unseen man.

 

"Nappa, do you take me for an imbecile? You believe that you are more knowledgeable than your Prince in the matter of foreign dignitaries? Is that what you think of me?!" the last was yelled, the other occupant stepping into the dim light.

 

Bulma gasped aloud, his form was familiar to her! She had seen that face twisted in a battle cry, his clothes shredded and covered in blood as he hacked his way through invaders with an odd golden light-like sword gripped in his right hand and thick black tail lashing out behind him.

"YOU!" she screamed as she fumbled to set down her child and get closer to the man who's features had been burned into her memory.

 

Nappa and Radditz watched as the silvery-blue haired woman scrambled to kneel at their prince's feet. "Consort to my Goddess Rhiannon! Please oh God, cast not your eyes on an unworthy follower" she cried as she leaned down and placed her forehead to the floor at his booted feet.

 

"Stand up woman, what the hell are you babbling about?" Vegeta demanded as he stared down on her in disbelief.

 

"I dare not stand in the presence of my God," Bulma said from her prostrate position on the floor at his feet.

 

Nappa and Radditz looked from the woman on the floor to their chagrined prince and back before bursting into rough laughter.

 

"This is not funny you bastards! Get her to stand up!" Vegeta roared.

 

Bulma raised her head in confusion, "Are you not Vegeta, Consort to the Goddess Rhiannon?" she asked.

 

This time Vegeta answered her, "I am Vegeta, Saiyajinn no Ouji. I don't know who this Goddess you speak of is."

 

Bulma sat back and slowly stood to her feet, "May I look at you, my lord?" she asked as she looked up into his face.

 

Vegeta snorted his response, Bulma looked over to the other two men as if seeking permission, at their nod she stepped closer to the man who resembled her planet's God.

 

Her crystal blue eyes traced over each of his familiar features, the black flame of hair that crowned his aristocratic features, the deep widow's peak, the narrowed coal eyes over a thin patrician nose, his mouth was what made her stop. His lips were generous without being womanly, full and well made enough to be considered sensual without being obvious. With a slight shake of her head, she continued her visual perusal of his very masculine form. He had a strong jaw, not squared as in the tapestry; more angular with a pointed chin, a thick neck that was easily larger around than her hands could reach, broad shoulders, arms thick with sinew, deep chest, and chiseled abdominal muscles around which was a thickly furred tail, and whipcord legs that looked as though they could crush stone.

 

"You look identical to the Consort, save for his jaw was more square. That is the only difference I can see." Bulma answered.

 

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Whatcha think? Lemme know. Until next time! JA!

 

09/19/05 UPDATED A/N: Not too many changes here, just little things here and there. Hope you liked it!