Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Two Worlds, One Woman ❯ Trouble in Paradise ( Chapter 8 )

Author: Murasaki Rose
Email: jianu_dbz@hotmail.com or murasaki_rose@dbzmail.com
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Warnings: Mary Sue, minor swearing
Series: DBZ
Timeframe: One year after Majin Buu
Couples: G/CC, B/V, K/18, Gh/Vi, Ji/M, D/T, J/?
Genre: Humor, Action/Adventure, Romance, Angst
Author's note: ~ ~ indicate telepathy and ' ' indicate thought

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Two Worlds, One Woman
Chapter 8 - Trouble in Paradise

((From the diary of Jeanne: July 17, dragon year 775))

{I should have known better. The Z senshi attract trouble like honey does flies. >_< I had the shit scared out of me and I'm not ashamed to admit it.*sighs* This time the bad guys in question were after one thing: revenge.}

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Pain. Skull-pounding, mind-numbing pain. Jeanne's whole head throbbed in agony as she struggled to regain consciousness. "Ohhhh, anybody get the license number of that truck?" she groaned, rolling onto her back. She lay there for a few moments, covering her face with one hand, hoping that the pain would fade. The last thing she remembered was being attacked by a group of what she believed to be alien soldiers. Her training had served her well and she'd defeated most of them, while giving the rest of them something to remember her by. Unfortunately, one of them had nailed her from behind and that was the end. 'Kuso!' Eyes flying open, Jeanne bolted upright, ignoring the sharp pains emanating from the back of her head. "Chikusho," she sighed miserably, staring at the walls and energy field that made up her prison. "Now what do I do?" Groaning, she rubbed the base of her head, hoping to alleviate the pain and that's when she saw them. Strapped around her wrist looking for all the world, like it belonged there, was a simple metal band about four inches wide. And on her left leg, just above the ankle, a matching band about five inches wide. 'Aww, hell. Those better not be what I think they are.' *Aiming her hand, palm outward, towards the wall across from her, Jeanne reached deep inside herself to summon her ki . . . and got nothing. Well, almost nothing anyway. The best she could do is burn someone if she managed to get a hold of them. 'Ki bands.' "Kuso!"

"Jeanne-chan?"

"Bulma-san?" Lurching to her feet, the amethyst demi stumbled to the front of her cell, nearly colliding with the energy field blocking her exit. She DID collapse when she saw the blue-haired occupant of the adjacent cell. "They got you too?"

"Hai. They also got Chichi, Videl, Debra, and the kids."

"And Marion."

"Marion? But I didn't see her . . ."

"That's `cause she's right across from me."

"Oh," Bulma responded quietly, of course she couldn't see Marion, she could barely make out Jeanne from where she was. "Any ideas as to why we're here?"

"Nope. Any ideas as to how we're getting out of here? I've been ki cuffed."

"Now that you've told me that, no."

Jeanne groaned and flopped backwards, catching her head before it hit the ground. "Well, I'm gonna close my eyes and try to get rid of this monster headache our abductors gave me."

"HOW CAN YOU BE SO CALM ABOUT THIS?! WE'VE BEEN CAPTURED FOR WHO KNOWS WHAT AND YOU'RE GONNA LAY DOWN?!!" Bulma screeched, it didn't help Jeanne's head any.

Jeanne growled softly, but remained where she was, "Look, right now there's nothing we can do. All I know is that I've got one of the worst headaches on record and I won't be able to think straight until I get rid of the damn thing!"

Bulma blinked in shock, surprised at Jeanne's snarled response, yet completely understanding it too. "Gomen ne, Jeanne-chan."

"Saa, it's no problem Bulma-san."

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"Try holding against the barrier."

"I wouldn't do tha-"

ZAP!!

"ITAI!!"

"I tried to tell you."

Jeanne sighed, watching a slightly crispy Marion pouting in the cell across from her. Over the last fifteen minutes, her fellow captives had awakened one by one, each responding to their captivity in their own way. Debra, Chichi, Marion, and Videl had "not" taken it well. Fortunately, Jeanne's headache had faded to a tolerable level by then. The chibis were scared, but with the assurances of the adults, had calmed down and were quietly watching them attempt to escape. But no one knew WHY they were there. Their captors had yet to put in an appearance, leaving them completely in the dark. They didn't even know where they were being held!

Their attention was suddenly brought to the end of the cell block by the sound of a soft hiss followed by heavy footsteps heading their way. Jeanne stifled a gasp as a man who could only be their captor fixed her with a venomous stare. She'd never met him, yet it was obvious he absolutely loathed her. Gathering her courage, Jeanne asked the first question that came to mind, "Who are you?"

"And why are we here?!" Chichi demanded, her anger and concern for Goten taking precedence over her fear.

"Who I am is not important. As for why you are here . . . three of you are saiya-jin hybrid, the rest are bond mates and pack mates to the remaining saiya-jin. You are here to draw them out so we can finally obliterate the last of their vile kind."

Jeanne groaned and held her head between her hands, while the others attempted to reason with him. 'Great. Just great. Yet another psycho that thinks they can avenge the eradication of their own people, by killing the innocent survivors of the race responsible.'

"Feeling remorse now saiya-jin? It will do you no good. Your fate was sealed the day you were born."

Jeanne's head snapped up to glare darkly at her would-be executioner, "How in the hell can I regret something I didn't do?! WE didn't kill your people!! And the saiya-jin responsible were under orders by Frieza!! You think they CHOSE to live that way?!!" She stood, eyes flashing dangerously, her tail lashing wildly, "And you think that killing off a bunch of innocent people will make things better?! It doesn't matter that some of us have saiya-jin blood or are connected to those that do! WE DIDN'T HURT ANYONE!!! You may be able to use that bullshit type of reasoning now, but it ain't gonna fly with Enmadaiou-sama when you go to otherworld!"

Enraged, their captor shut down the shield to Jeanne's cell and stormed inside, knocking the weakened demi to the floor. "How DARE you challenge MY morality, saiya-jin!" he spat, shaking with barely contained rage. "Just for that, you will watch as I kill each and every last saiya-jin and their familiars!" With that he stormed out, impervious to the daggers Jeanne was glaring into his back.

"Fucking bastard," she growled, rubbing her jaw. "That hurt, dammit."

"You all right?" Debra asked.

"Yeah, I was kinda expecting him to do something like that. Didn't think it'd hurt so much though."

"What happened Jeanne? I've never heard you act like that before!"

Jeanne sighed and looked over towards Videl, who was watching her with concern filled eyes. "It's just . . . there are some things that piss me off beyond all reason and he just happened to hit a major nerve. I couldn't let him do this without calling him on it." Another sigh, "All this will do is make things worse. The saiya-jin race is nearly extinct. He should have left things alone. Now more people will have to die because of his need for revenge. And who knows how many saiya-jin hybrids have been destroyed because of him. It's not right."

"You're right Jeanne-chan. So why don't we get out of here, get the others, and kick this guy's ass?" Bulma asked, stepping right in front of the demi's cell.

"H-how?"

Bulma grinned and winked, "Silly, I'm a genius! It was simple to override the control panel."

"All right!"

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"Here comes more of them!" Jeanne and Marion skidded to a halt while the others continued running. Bulma had managed to get the wrist cuffs off the two senshi so they could charge small ki blasts again. Marion still couldn't transform, but so far the soldiers they'd been dealing with had been weak enough it didn't matter. Any that got too close were introduced to the two ladies' fists or feet. Once they'd dealt with the latest batch, they ran after the others, quickly catching up to the hampered women ahead. Except for Bulma, each of them were still completely ki-cuffed and were carrying one of the children.

"This is it!" Bulma crowed triumphantly as they came to a large door towards the back of the ship. They'd discovered they were on a ship in orbit above Chikyuu when Bulma had hacked into the ship's computer to find an escape route. With a speed borne of desperation, the aqua-haired genius popped the control panel and had the door open in seconds. Inside,were two shuttle craft and oddly enough, no guards. "Everyone, inside the first shuttle!" she ordered, locking down the door from the inside panel. "Marion-chan, Jeanne-chan, take care of that second one while I get the first running!"

"Hai!"

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"Well, don't just stand there, start blasting!" Marion ordered, raising a palm towards the rear of the ship.

"Matte! We can do a lot more damage this way," Jeanne argued jumping inside and diving under the shuttle controls.

"What are you doing?!"

"Frying the circuit boards, they probably won't have spares since there are two shuttles."

Marion nodded in approval, "Good idea, I'll take care of the supply closets just in case."

Suddenly, a blast rocked the shuttles as the soldiers made a hole through the door. The communications screen lit up and Bulma screamed at the girls inside. "Get over here now! We have to go!"

Marion poked her head out the door only to duck back inside as a laser blast whizzed by her head. "No can do, Bulma-san. Get out of here while you still can."

"I can't just leave you two!"

"Hai, you can and you must!"

"But-"

"Bulma-san, you have to think of the chibis! We'll be all right. Leave before they catch you again!" Jeanne interrupted, her voice as firm as Marion's.

"Chikusho!" Bulma cursed, tears filling her sapphire eyes. "Don't you two dare die on us! You hear me?!"

"Hai, Bulma-san. We promise."

The comm screen went dark and the two girls looked at one another. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Cover fire?"

"Yup."

"Let's do it."

Grinning ferally, both women popped out on either side of the shuttle firing repeatedly into the crowd of soldiers, diverting their attention from the first shuttle. It wasn't until the little craft lifted off that they dove back inside the second shuttle, shutting the doors on either side just in time. Warning klaxons sounded off as the shuttle bay's outer door opened, sucking anything not secured down out into space.

"So how long 'til we're re-captured?"

Marion shrugged, "Depends on who they send after us. But I don't plan on going quietly do you?"

"Hell no!"

Grinning, the blue-haired senshi stood, watching the shuttle bay door close through the shuttle's front window. "Let's kick us some ass then!"

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"Will Marion-san and Jeanne `neechan be okay?" Goten asked Chichi, his chocolate eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Chichi smiled bravely at her baby boy, she honestly didn't know if the two girls left behind would make it out all right, but she couldn't tell Goten that. Fortunately she was spared having to respond by the two other chibis.

"Marion `neechan is way stronger and tougher than all those guys put together. I bet she'll have them all cryin' for their mommies in no time!" Trunks proclaimed proudly.

"And Jeanne-san's been trainin' with the Guardians so she's real strong too! That and she's just as stubborn as my Oneesan," Laura piped in, grinning encouragingly at the youngest demi-saiya-jin.

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"Not so tough now are you bitch?" the soldier snarled, backhanding Jeanne across the face once more before tossing her to the ground. Blinking the stars out of her vision, the purple haired demi glared defiantly at the man before her, wishing she had the strength to disembowel the bastard. Sputtering with rage at her continued defiance, the soldier kicked Jeanne repeatedly in the side and stomach until she began coughing up blood. Grinning evilly, he wrenched the girl to her feet and sneered, "When our captain gets through with you, you'll be begging for this kind of treatment."

"Not bloody likely," she growled.

He threw her to the ground, "Stubborn bitch, aren't you?"

"You don't know the half of it," she gritted out, trying to sit up.

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Vegeta sat at the shuttle controls, scowling fiercely ahead. Once more his people were being threatened, even worse they had attacked his own pack. And now his adopted cub and his newest subject were both in serious danger.

"You okay, `Geta?"

The dark ouji growled softly at the other saiya-jin, did the baka really have to ask? "Can't you sense them yet?" he snarled, avoiding the question entirely.

Goku shook his head, "Yes and no. It's like I know they're there, but I can't pinpoint them at all. They must be in a shielded section of the ship."

"Baka."

"Don't blame Goku-sensei, `nichan," Jianu admonished the warrior prince. "Takeshi and I can't even connect with Marion psychically. Something's blocking all of us."

Juunanago nodded in agreement, "There's definitely a barrier surrounding the ship, but I can't make heads or tails of it," he smirked, "However, it's power keeps fluctuating. So either it's naturally hard to stabilize or requires too much power to maintain. Either way, we won't have any trouble getting through it once we get there."

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Marion groaned and leaned her head back against her cell wall. While Jeanne had been taking her beating, the human senshi had been taking one of her own. Her entire body felt like one big bruise and she was sure she had a couple broken ribs and a fractured arm. "Kami, I bet I look like shit," she groaned, closing her eyes.

"At least you're alive," Jeanne countered, chuckling wryly.

"Barely."

"Heh. What do ya think they'll do to us now?"

Marion shrugged, "Probably kill us. Either that or they'll torture us. Whatever they happen to be in the mood for."

"Greeeaaat."

The two girls didn't get much time to ponder it as four guards appeared to haul them out of their cells, half-dragging them down the twisting corridors of the ship to what appeared to be a medical room. Once there, the guards tossed them unceremoniously onto the awaiting tables and strapped them down, their arms and legs locked apart. Both girls snarled and thrashed violently, promising a serious ass kicking to the men once they were free.

"I'm afraid you won't get the chance." Lifting their heads the two female senshi glared darkly as they found themselves in the company of their captor once more. Moving to stand between them, he ran his fingers through their hair in turn, "The two of you have caused me far more trouble than you're worth," he went on, smirking as the two grimaced at his touch. "But I've thought of a way you can make yourselves useful," he purred, stroking the sides of their faces, his smirk growing wider as they attempted to jerk away. "You're going to entertain my men," he told them, enjoying their outraged expressions. "As captain, I get to chose who gets to play with you and which one of you will be played with," he trailed a hand across their breasts drawing furious snarls and curses from both women. He turned cold eyes on the prone demi-saiya-jin, "You'll be first, saiya-jin." Jeanne's eyes widened in shock and fear as he fisted a hand in the fabric of her t-shirt. Even with Marion's adamant cries echoing through the room, her brain went into lock-up. Fear spiked in the pit of her belly as her shirt was torn away and a terror-filled scream arched across a fledgling mental link, strengthening it, and opening the door between them.

~TAKESHIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!~

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~TAKESHIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!~

Grabbing the sides of his head as the cry ripped through his mind, the green-haired Guardian doubled over in pain. "JEANNE!!!! Goku-san! I can sense her!" he yelled, grabbing hold of the elder senshi's arm, "Can you get a fix on her?"

"Hai! Hang on minna, here we go!"

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The scene awaiting them enraged the arriving senshi beyond words. There before them were Jeanne and Marion, each woman strapped down securely to tables. Marion was screeching obscenities at the alien straddling Jeanne, the latter of which had recovered enough of her senses to scream a few choice phrases of her own while their captor prepared to relieve her of her jeans. Without further preamble, Vegeta blasted the captain off of Jeanne and into the next room, following close behind to be sure he met a painful end. Nodding to Takeshi and Juunanago, Goku went after Vegeta, Jianu and Gohan close behind him.

Leaving the raving Marion to her cyborg boyfriend, Takeshi focused his attention on the amethyst-haired demi trembling on the table before him. Wasting no further time, he snapped the bands holding her to the table only to have her leap into his arms, her tail and arms gripping him crushingly tight. "Takeshi!" she wailed, burying her face against his neck. "He-he was . . . He tried to . . ." she attempted to speak around her tears, only to be interrupted by her own sobs.

Takeshi held her close, stroking her soft hair in a soothing fashion, "Saa, it's all right now Jeanne-chan. You're safe now. I'm here and I won't let anyone hurt you," he murmured gently, smiling slightly in relief as her tail and arms loosened enough that he could breathe normally again. They remained like this until Jeanne calmed, only vaguely aware of the sounds of battle around them. Not sure of what she should do, Jeanne remained curled around the tall senshi, breathing in his comforting scent. It wasn't until he shifted her in his arms that she pulled away to look into his face with large, sad eyes still glimmering with unshed tears. Takeshi smiled reassuringly at her, "It's kinda cold in here," he said, setting her to her feet then pulling off his gi top and undershirt. He tossed the weighted undershirt to her before replacing his gi top, "This outta keep you warm until we get home."

Jeanne nodded slightly, "Arigato Takeshi-kun."

"Think nothing of it."

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Surrounded by comforting presenses, Jeanne slipped off into a remarkably dreamless sleep. Moments after she'd put on Takeshi's shirt, Goku had appeared before them having just teleported the others back to Chikyuu. Apparently, after wasting the captain and crew, Vegeta had set the ship's self-destruct, but not before copying something from the ships main computer onto a small hand-held unit. Whatever it was would have to wait though, as they were mobbed by a frantic Bulma and Chichi. Half a senzu later and both girls were feeling fine, though Jeanne remained a bit shaken up. When bedtime rolled around, she absolutely refused to sleep alone, which brings us to our current situation: Spooning her from behind was Takeshi, Jeanne had kept a tail hold on him since her rescue and had simply hauled him to bed with her. The ONLY time she'd released him was when she went to clean and get ready for bed. So the two pajama-clad senshi were curled up quite comfortably when they were joined by the trio of terror. It was singularly one of the cutest sights ever. Goten had snuggled up against Jeanne's stomach, his little arms securely wrapped around her middle. And curled around him were Trunks and Laura, each with one hand on Goten and the other on Jeanne. Bulma slipped in to check on the young demi and smiled at the scene before her, silently thanking Dende Jeanne hadn't been hurt too badly and praying that nothing else happened to her.

August 06, 2003

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*~Notice I'm swearing a bit more in this chapter? Well, there's a good explanation for that. When I'm in pain, worried, stressed, or just plain cranky, I swear a lot more than I normally do. Most people do. =P

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