Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Uncertain Future ❯ The Chaos Begins ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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Uncertain Future, Chapter 1: The Chaos Begins

Just two hours ago, Chikyuu had been a peaceful place. Now it was being overrun by aliens. One by one, odd little pods had fallen from the sky, like shooting stars, but much less beautiful. Out of the pods stepped tall humanoid creatures. Purplish in color, and apparently devoid of emotion, the creatures had started killing people left and right. Many others were thrown over shoulders or dragged off to ships, kicking and screaming. Bulma was one of these people. The Z-senshi had been unprepared and outnumbered. All of them had perished. Even poor Chi-chi, who despised fighting, had joined the rag-tag band of renegades, fighting for Chikyuu's freedom. A tear slipped down Bulma's cheek as she thought of her friends, Chikyuu's noblest warriors, and swore to somehow avenge them…

Bulma awoke to a rotten stench invading her nostrils. She looked around groggily and winced as a sharp pain throbbed in her head. She felt around her scalp and found a large lump. She had been so disobedient that her purple humanoid captor had whacked her on the back of the head, knocking her out. She was puzzled. Why didn't it just kill her? Why, when she had been so unruly, was she still alive? She grabbed her head and moaned as a new wave of pain hit her. Thinking too hard made her head hurt, so she resigned herself to exploring her smelly prison.

She let her gaze roam around in the dim lighting. The place was absolutely the most revolting thing Bulma had ever seen. There was mold and mildew growing on the walls, and there were dead bodies rotting freely in the dank corners. The smell of human excrement was strong in the stuffy air. Bulma felt sick and could feel bile rising in her throat. She puked in a nearby corner, feeling disgusted. Her blue eyes roamed around a bit more, until they settled upon what looked to be some sort of a water trough. She moved unsteadily towards it, and hesitantly sipped the stagnant liquid inside. It was water, however old.

Bulma heard movement behind her, and she spun around so quickly it made her dizzy. She was relieved to see another young woman step out of the shadows. "There are ten of us," she sobbed. "Out of a planet of billions of people, why only the ten of us?" Bulma paled. There were only ten survivors, all women as she was later to learn. Bulma spun and puked in her corner again, wiping her mouth off with the tattered, dirty sleeve of her T-shirt. The other woman came to kneel beside her, holding the long, blue locks of hair out of Bulma's face. "The others are still unconscious. There were more at first, I've been awake for about 5 hours, but about 2 hours ago, some of those awful creatures came in and massacred the others, about 100 of them. I don't know why they left us, or what they plan to do with us…" she trailed off. Both women had a good idea of what the purple aliens might do to them.

"Lets not talk about it." Bulma suggested. The other woman nodded. "I'm Bulma, who are you?"

"Name's Corky." She smiled sadly. "I've always hated it. The kids at school used to call me Porky Corky." A tear slid down her cheek, and she hastily wiped it away. For the next two hours, the two told each other everything interesting they could think of, and assisted the 8 other women in finding the puking corner once they had woken up.

The 10 women were sitting in a small circle when the guards came in. 3 Purple aliens came in and yanked them all to their feet, pushing them out the door amid murmured prayers and tiny whimpers from the frightened females. They were brought to a room and lined up, facing a small alien, dressed in a shocking orange robe, greatly contrasting the pale purple of his skin. "I want your names and ages," he said. "You will call out each in order as I point to you." Bulma wondered offhand about how he knew Japanese, but dismissed the thought quickly. Stranger things had happened to her lately…

"Krissy Bellona, 22." A short, plump woman called.

"Katelyn Annik, 19." A tall, skinny woman wearing thick wireframe glasses called.

"Emily Ortado, 25." This girl was pretty, blonde with soft brown eyes, and the Bulma could see one of the guards eyeing her.

"Tina Orfsten, 22." A brunette with bright green eyes called.

"Corky Elman, 18" Bulma's friend whispered shakily.

"Bulma Briefs, 16" The other girls looked shocked. This young woman, with the body of a playboy bunny was only 16? The orange cloaked alien smirked, and eyed her lecherously.

"I take it my dear," he said in his strange accent, "that you are still a virgin?" Bulma blushed and nodded slightly. The alien nodded, still smirking and continued with his current task, the rest of which went on without a hitch.

The girls were led back to their prison, and Bulma felt more uncomfortable now-with all the guards eyeballing her young, untouched body- than she had ever felt in her life. She felt almost relieved when she was shut away again in the dank, smelly prison, with at least one mildew covered wall between her and those disgusting aliens.

Well, that's the end for now, I'll try and get the next chapter out soon, and I'll try and do at least one or two a week. I don't know exactly how long this story will get, but please keep reading. I know that 'Bulma gets captured' AU stories are an old topic, but I happen to love them so I'll keep writing it whether you people read it or not. But, I would like it if you would read it, and review too. It would make me a very happy catgirl. Listen, just the thought of all you people enjoying my story has me purring already! (There's another bad joke) Well, bye-eee for now!