Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ To Be Free ❯ Chapter 1

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The smell of death infiltrated through the air as she fought for survival. Her breath tightened against her chest, making her lungs burn with fatigue, yet she couldn't slow down, they would get her. The thought of her family and friends made her throat tighten, slivers of tears falling from her face. The terrain here was rough and the darkness made it even harder to flee. She stumbled over debris, feeling her knee scrape and the existing cut on her thigh reopen. A garbled cry erupted from her mouth, but she regained her footing and continued on. She had to make it, she just had to. She had to find a way to undo this, this hell. The growls and chuckles steeped closer from above, the chill of imminent death closing around her conscience like a cloak. Panic rose through her spine and adrenaline shot through her veins. There, just a few more meters. Run, she commanded her fatigued legs. Then the wall of armored chest struck her face, a sharp yank of her hair pulled from behind. Menacing black eyes looked into hers. Her mind shut down.

It is interesting how the inner conscience can block all the pain that is evident with the body. It can shut down certain nerves and synapses, giving the illusion of being ok, of being without injury. She could barely remember what happened, in fact she couldn't really remember at all. All she knew now was here she was, alone in darkness. She couldn't even move her limbs or anything for that matter. She willed her eyes to open, yet they would not obey. Her scrambled thoughts tried to force her mind to calm, to come back to reality. This dream state could not be good. Her hearing started to slowly come back, muffled voices talking in a dialect she couldn't understand. They seemed to be around her, above her, poking and prodding on her wrecked body. She sucked in a lung full of air, trying to will this paralysis out of her. Her eyes shot open at the sudden pain at the base of her neck. Her vocal chords erupted in screams, and that was when she saw them, the monsters that killed her people. They had her strapped to a gurney, looking over her as if she was some sort of experiment you would see in those horror movies. Her screams erupted louder, that was all her mind would allow her to do, her survival instinct that was left to her, her voice. They paid her no mind as the needle they used on her skull was pulled away, and another monster grabbed her face, squeezing her cheeks until she knew her eyes would pop from their sockets. He snarled at her, his empty evil eyes boring into her own. His mouth opened to reveal sharp white canines, as his prominent eyebrows creased together in agitation. He spoke in a language she had never heard, his rough voice growling commands to her she couldn't understand. He thrust her head back against the cold metal table, an instantaneous knot swelling on the back of her skull. She felt a poison run into her arteries, panic flooding her making nausea churn in her stomach. What was in the shot she asked her self, feeling the drug's dizzying effects trance her back to sleep.

“Another fucking pet?” shouted Vegeta. Raditz nodded his head as beads of sweat popped over his brow. “My Prince, she is absolutely gorgeous! I assure you won't be disappointed, Sire.”

Vegeta paced back and forth in front of the window. His tail flicked agitated at such insolence. Had he not enough concubines, given to him by his father! And one from such a pathetic planet! He stopped, gazing out at the stars flashing by. He grunted, looking at possibly the two horniest Saiyans to have ever been born. His eyes looked into Raditz's frightened ones. “Alright, go ahead and put her in Med Tank 3, then I want her in one of the holding cells until we reach Ishbul'. There you may sell her and buy some decent fucking armor! And for God's sake take a fucking bath you reek!”

Raditz popped his spine straight and gave a quick salute. Prince Vegeta growled and the soldier dashed out of his quarters, bumping into one of the servants carrying supplies. The crash made Vegeta's nerves jump in aggravation and he sent a ki blast, smoldering the helpless servant in the hallway to ashes. Nappa tightened his tail around his waist and ran after his squad partner, his bald head slick with nervous sweat.

Vegeta sat down in the chair by his bed and let his face fall into his hands. How are they going to make this deadline? Frieza had already sent a transmission two hours ago wanting to know what was taking so long. Planet 74090A was a fluke. After they exterminated most of the inhabitants, there wasn't much plant life left. The waiting customers specifically called for the plant life and natural resources to be left intact. How was he supposed to know those creatures had mass destruction technology? With their little to no ki energies, he had expected this to be a two day deal. Now here it was five days later and he still had to go Fendour to finalize the production of starships his father wanted incorporated. He pinched the bridge of his nose and pressed the call button on his transmitter. “Toras, transmit to Frieza that we ran into some delays, and that I will contact him as soon as we make it to Ishbul for refueling. There, we will go ahead and send three or four pods to the 7th Sector to go ahead and prepare those planets for sell. We will play catch-up.”

“Yes, you're Majesty.”

“Also, send one of those med servants to my quarters with something for a headache.”

 

“Father, how come the stars are so bright?” her young eyes looking into the peaceful blue of her sire's. “Ah, my child, the stars are billions upon billions of other suns, holding even more planets like the one we are on.” He picked the little girl up and sat her on his lap, wrinkling his nose at the soft blue curls that tickled his face. She tugged more at the doll she held in her chubby little hands, sighing with more questions. “Are they other people out there, Papa?' Bulma asked. “We don't know, my child, we just don't know.”

She gasped and fought against the liquid that wrapped around her. Her eyes shot open and the green haze flooded her vision. She tugged and fought at the mask on her face, fighting the strange atmosphere she awakened to. A mechanical voice shrilled around her and she heard gurgles of liquid rush from her. Whatever she was in, the liquid was escaping away from her. After the liquid drained to where it no longer held her weight, she dropped to the floor. A hatch opened and someone entered picking up her naked body. She wanted to fight, but she was so weak. They took the mask that covered her face off, and she sucked in fresh air, shaking from the chill that enveloped her. A warm blanket was wrapped around her and she snuggled into the warmth. Her eyes, fluttered open to reveal a strange creature before her. Its skin was pale, almost glowing, with strands of silver hair flowing around a thin face. Its eyes were a golden color, looking at her in an almost sad way. She figures this thing to be female with its slick appearance.

“My name is Separe, I am a medic here.” The creature said her voice as silken and smooth as a peaceful brook. “Here is some clothing for you. Your injuries are fully healed now. “

“You, you speak English?” Bulma asked pulling the blanket tighter around her.

“Hmm, oh no, we implanted a universal transmitter while you were tranquilized. You can't be a good servant if you can't understand what is being said to you.” Separe blinked at the strange humanoid in front of her. She couldn't understand why those Saiyans always had to keep a souvenir from their purges. She picked up a scanner, gazing it over Bulma's body, making sure all the broken bones had mended.

“Where am I?” Bulma pleaded, feeling nausea wash over her as events surfaced her thoughts.

“You are on a Purge Ship, and this is the med bay. You will be taken into the holding cell on the 3rd level to await sale on Ishbul. At least that is what Captain Raditz informed me. You will probably sell for at least a hundred or so credits, so if I were you I wouldn't worry too much. You may even be bought by one of those collectors, if so; wow you may not have to deal with those icky chow halls for soldiers. My sister is working in one of those. Do you realize how much food you have to prepare there? Those damn soldiers can eat a lot!” Separe helped Bulma into her robe, fastening the ties around her waist. Bulma shuddered at the newfound news. Her thoughts raced at becoming sold, like some kind of possession. She looked at Separe, trying to see if there was a way of escape. Separe tightened her hold on her, sensing the woman's intentions. “Don't even try. It would only cause more heartache. You are no longer free now, you belong to them.”

“Why,” Bulma sobbed, “Why didn't they kill me and let me join them, why did they keep me?” Bulma covered her face in her hands sliding down to the cold floor. The tears just rushed from her eyes, it was just too much to calculate, too much has happened.

“You need to calm down or I will have to tranquilize you again. Just do as you're told and all that happened to your world will disappear. Believe me, I was taken when I was just a youngling. It will fade with memory soon.” Separe gripped her, pulling her back to her feet.

Bulma evened her breath and forced the panic down, if she was to escape, she would have to be sane in order to do so. She couldn't give up, not now. Separe guided her through the doorway and pressed a button on the facing wall, opening what looked to an elevator of sorts. She commanded 3rd level and Bulma felt the floor moving as it shifted from one deck to the next.

 

 

Alright guys, hope you like. Please review and let me know whatcha think. It's like one of my insomnia nights and I feel a little creative. God only knows where this is gonna go, lol.

Peace Out.