Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Unexplainables Explained ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3

Naku sucked in a breath at sight of the 'blue beauty' and Joso smiled, hoping the woman wouldn't open her mouth. However, as she had done the first two times, so she did now.

Folding her arms across her chest, Bulma struck a pose that screamed 'rebel' as her eyes raked the next man that had come to 'buy' her. "What do I look like? Some kind of display? The least you could do is close your mouth. You look like a goldfish!" She turned her head haughtily to the side. "I thought I was your favorite, Joso! This is the tenth ugly one I've seen. Find them with more looks I say but-"

Joso stood, rage darkening his features. "You will be silent! You are a product that I will sell! You will be a slave! I could always cut off that pretty tongue; you'd still get a good price."

Bulma swallowed and went still as Joso heaved a sigh and sat back down, aware of the red-hot eyes on him. "Forgive me. She has done that the last two times I showed her and I couldn't take any more. She's," he grinned, "spicy. As flame-filled as your eyes, my friend."

Naku grunted; the before-mentioned eyes straying back to the female. It took several tries before the man could work around the knot in his throat. "She's been-untouched?"

Joso was quick to reply. "Oh yes! The guardians we set on them are asexual, just to be on the safe side. I myself…." He trailed off and merely indicated his dual personality.

Naku nodded, eyes never leaving the female. "Her name?"

Joso's eyes glimmered. The ship was close to the docks! "Bulma Briefs. She's new from conquered Earth, heiress of a great company there. She claims to be an expert in mechanics."

Again the man only nodded as Bulma herself glared at him in an effort to dissuade. Unlike the other two, it was not working. "How much?"

Joso felt as if he was watching the ship float into port. "Seven hundred zenni."

Suddenly shrewd eyes flashed back and probed his own and Joso felt his ship drifting off the track. He had just caught a dealer. He could tell by the glint that was suddenly in his eyes.

Naku smirked, knowing that Joso knew. "Seven hundred? For that mouth? I could buy a pretty, compliant one for two hundred…at the most."

Joso raised one finger, wondering if he could pull this off. "Pretty being the key word here, my friend." He once again indicated the woman who was trying to ignore the whole transaction. "Look again and tell me that's 'pretty'. I really think her looks make up for her spirit. Besides, for what you need her for, you need someone who won't take no for an answer. Think of all the people she could bewitch into answering your questions. Her looks and tongue combined, not to mention those brains will make sure you find what you're looking for quick and easy."

Naku took his advice, eyes taking in the woman without a change in expression before resting on her own eyes. Ruby met blue in a clash that Naku quickly turned away from. Bulma found herself dizzy from the brief contact.

"I will take her for six hundred zenni; no more."

Joso thought about it for only a second before letting out a hearty laugh. "That sounds like a deal, my friend. Now, let me bring out the contract. It basically states that we will not be held liable if anything happens to the-to Bulma here. Or, in this case, if she does anything to you. I have to warn you that she has quite a set of teeth to go with that mouth."

Naku chuckled and Joso echoed him, finding the man's first sign of amusement pleasant to his ears.

Within seconds, the contract was signed and the money passed, and Bulma soon found herself gazing into a pair of red eyes that were standing before her. The ebon expressionless face was driving her nuts, so she scowled at him. "I hope you don't think you own me now. Because you most certainly do not."

The man titled his head to one side, eyes not leaving hers, staring at her until she squirmed, only then looking away and heading toward the door.

Bulma looked over at Joso to see him waving her away. "Hurry and catch up with him. If you get lost in Junai, anyone can pick you up. You must stay with him to stay safe."

Bulma frowned at the thought of having to depend on anyone for her own safety. Having no choice at the moment, certainly not wanting to end up someone else's that Joso had not picked out; yeah, she trusted Joso, Bulma picked up the skirt of her dress and hurriedly followed after the man, trying not to trip in what little she was wearing.

She caught up with the man just outside the door, pleased to note he had waited for her, although his scowl and crossed arms spoke of impatience. "Follow me. We'll get you out of those clothes. I don't want people staring at you and running into me."

Bulma scowled, pleasure gone in the face of the man's selfishness. She tilted her nose in the air. The man snorted and she brought her head back down to glare at his smirk. "You have no idea how much that shows, do you?"

Bulma colored, her voice lowering until it was almost nonexistent. "Don't look." She could just feel all the lecherous eyes on her as they stood to the side of the hot and humid street; she wanted at least one pair that weren't undressing her.

The man nodded. "We'll get you out of those clothes, but for now…." He reached behind him, to a pack that had been hidden nicely by the yellow cloak and pulled out a regular, gray cape. "Wear this. Don't get it dirty."

Bulma frowned at the last sentence, the almost kind gesture ruined by it. She threw it around her shoulders, feeling better with that covering her almost bare body.

Naku started off through the crowd and Bulma again had to catch up, glaring in front of her instead of at the man. He had given her the covering after all. However, he was still her 'owner'. She was going to make sure that changed as soon as possible.

Really she found it quite easy to keep up with him since all the people around them were giving them a wide berth. She frowned back at those frowning at her and even stuck her tongue out at one old woman who was sweeping the dust from her shop right at them, creating a cloud of dust that Bulma tried not to cough at.

Naku ended up coughing because of it and had to stop to catch his lost breath, shaking his head and shooting a glare that made the old woman stop her sweeping and go inside her shop, shutting the door firmly.

Bulma stopped beside him, uneasy and uncertain as to what to do. She suddenly smiled and Naku watched with a raised brow as she practically skipped over to a nearby drink booth.

Bulma leaned slightly over the counter, pushing back the cloak and giving the man serving the drinks a very nice view. He obliged her and his hormones by ogling what was in front of him, not looking away as she spoke in the smoothest tones she could. "Oh, it is so hot today! You don't happen to have a drink for me, do you? I'm just so hot!" She used a hand to fan herself in front of her chest, which moved with her movements.

The server nodded mutely, hardly able to stop the thin line of drool that left his mouth and fell unnoticed. Luckily, he didn't have to watch as he poured her a drink. He handed her the drink and, as she reached as if to get money, he waved her away. "It's on the house."

Bulma beamed at him, knowing he wasn't looking at her face, and straightened. The eyes followed her up. "Thank you!"

The man licked his lips. "No. Thank you!"

With a giggle that completed the image of ditzy beauty, Bulma half-skipped back to where Naku was and handed him the chill drink. She closed the cape back up and resumed a bored and disgusted look. "Typical men. There's a lesson for you. Most men don't think with their brains."

Naku nodded, one eyebrow still raised, his mouth crooked in an amused slant as he took a sip of the drink. "Sometimes, women are the same."

Bulma's mouth dropped. She had just put on that little show to get him a cold drink and he reacted this way? She let out a huffy pout and folded her arms across her chest, sticking her nose in the air. "Lead the way, oh master. I'd like to change to something more comfortable."

Naku chuckled and did as she asked, once again ignoring the stares aimed at him, but acutely aware of the stares at her. They raised his hackles. He calmed himself as they neared a clothing store, stopping before the entrance.

Bulma stopped beside him, looking at him with confusion. "What? This is it, isn't it? Let's go."

Naku shook his head. "They won't allow me in. I'll trust you to come back out when you're done."

Bulma raised a brow. "Trust me? You'll trust someone you just 'bought' to come back after you set her free?"

Naku appraised her appearance, "I suppose you could leave…. However, they don't have a back exit. If you take one of the windows, I'll hear you." His face darkened slightly. "The results will not be pleasant if you choose to try and escape. I trust you to come back out when you're done."

She stared as he handed her enough money to buy the store. "Hurry back. I'm not used to being out this long." The sentence was truthfully spoken, not as a way to get any kind of sympathy. Why couldn't these people she was owned by let her hate them?

With a confused mind and a tired body, Bulma entered the store, not taking the time she usually would have to pick out clothes. She was surprised and yet not to find herself coming back out of the store with an armload of bags of clothes and enough money to spare to buy a ship. Okay, so why hadn't she at least tried to escape? Was she afraid of the man?

Still wondering at the answer to those questions, Bulma followed Naku blindly, not noticing when he took some of the bags to lighten her load, staying silent to allow her to think. Much had happened to her. She needed some time to regroup.

Naku frowned as they neared his ship and touched a small button on his wristband discreetly, hiding even a hint of motion from the woman. As they entered the hangar, Naku headed straight toward his ship, Bulma finally taking in the scenery enough to notice.

The ship was unmarked; a plain gray color that actually seemed to be hiding in between the fancier ships beside it. For a man with so much money, he sure liked his stuff cheap. Though, considering his condition, he probably didn't want to attract attention. Plus she had a feeling he was using his money on something else, possibly a cure.

Naku stepped onto the ramp and halted Bulma with one hand, taking out one of the pairs of socks, a white pair, and throwing it before him. With a small flare and sizzle the socks went up in flames. "To keep nosey people out."

Bulma nodded and watched carefully as Naku moved toward the ship. Suddenly the air around the ship flashed a dark blue color and Naku stepped forward to punch in the code that would open the door.

Bulma frowned. He hadn't even moved that she had seen. So what had triggered the thing to turn off? She had to find out if she wanted any chance to escape. She tried to not remind herself that she had already thrown away her last chance.

Naku led her through the hallway, passing a number of doors until he reached what she assumed were to be her rooms, since he opened the door and told her as much. The ship looked as if it should have had many manning it, but it so empty she expected to hear crickets chirping.

"Once you have settled in and dressed properly follow this hallway all the way to the double doors. I will show you the navigation systems." A pained look crossed his eyes and he glanced away, as if he knew she could see it. "I will you join you there after I have taken care of some business."

Bulma nodded, watching as the man walked from her before closing the door. She knew she felt a little sympathy for the man who was too proud to even act like he was sick. She wondered how long he'd had that disease.

She sighed, taking all the bags of clothes and dumping them on the bed. Picking out a simple yet classy pair of jeans and shirt, Bulma took the cloak off and set it carefully on the bed, then took her dress off. She held it up for a second and decided that she would keep it. Perhaps she could sell it when she escaped.

She thought of showering, but besides the hot walk to the ship, she had been in comfort the whole day. Shrugging, she put on her clothes, checked the state of her hair and basic appearance and left, leaving the pile of clothes on her bed to be sorted after she had seen the rest of the ship. She wouldn't be using most of it since she planned on escaping.

' ' '

Naku winced as he moved into the hallway, closing the door of his room. It should have taken affect almost immediately. However, it seemed lately that not only was it lacking as big an effect, but he also had to take it more often now. He erased any look of pain that might be on his features as the double doors before him opened to reveal the blue-haired woman leaning over one of the control panels with a fascinated look.

She turned at the sound at the door opened and studied his form, noting that he looked much more comfortable in the dark qualities of the room. He had taken off his yellow cloak and now wore a gray one much like the one he had given her. With that and his dark skin, the only two things that jumped out from his surroundings were his hair and eyes.

One of the elegant, white eyebrows rose at her. "Have you ever seen technology like that?"

Bulma shook her head and noted that Naku continued to walk toward her. She had a sudden urge to edge away from his close proximity, but checked it, standing her ground. She didn't know his temper and knew not how any disgust at his appearance would be taken. "I've dealt with some alien technology before, but nothing this advanced. I don't think I'm at this level yet, but I'm certainly eager for the crash course."

He grimaced slightly as he looked at the control panel her fingers were trailing. "Truth be told, I don't know much in the technological area. You'll be on your own for most of your 'crash course'."

Bulma nodded. She glanced at the man out of the corner of her eye. "So, what race are you? I mean; can I know some about you?"

Naku shrugged. "I am a Hoskeki from the Planet Gurvia. There are four races that live there fighting over the same land. There's really not much to tell beyond that. I'm a warrior, I was exiled when I contracted this virus." He bit his lip, glancing at the human.

"Oh. So, what about this virus? What are its symptoms?"

Naku shrugged, turning slightly away from her to look at the chair he was debating sitting in. "You can plainly see them."

Bulma frowned. "No. I didn't mean the outward signs. Is there a fever? Chills? Dizziness? That coughing fit you had out there lasted longer then it should have being over only a little bit of dust."

He turned his head as he made his way to the chair, red eyes boring into her, mouth faintly in a displeased frown. "You don't need to worry about all that. All I require of you is that you take care of the ship, go get supplies when they're needed. You do not need to worry about my illness."

She folded her arms across her chest, giving him as good as glare as he was currently giving her. "Well excuse me for trying to be helpful! Maybe I could help you find a cure."

He shook his head, glancing around him, not looking at her. "You won't be staying that long."

Bulma's face went livid. "What? You're going to just-sell me? Right after buying me? Oh, I see, you want to make a profit! You'll sell me for seven hundred zenni! You cheat!"

Naku rose, rage clearly etched in his furrowed brows and crackling eyes. "How dare you! Do you forget who you speak to?" He suddenly stopped, eyes widening slightly before he began to chuckle, sitting back down as his chuckles turned to laughter.

Bulma's eyes were wide at the outburst and now the sudden laughter. "A-are you okay?" She really didn't want to deal with a madman.

He waved a hand at her, laughter fading finally. After a few minutes he sobered and his red eyes again pierced through her. "You were from the Planet Earth? Was it destroyed?"

Bulma became quiet, seeming almost withdrawn. "I don't know. They had me drugged the whole trip. My friends though…."

Something flickered across the eyes, and Naku glanced away. "They were killed?"

"No." Naku looked back to find the woman looking curiously at him. "They were sent to the planet Merick to become gladiators."

"All of them?" She frowned, and he quickly explained. "Not all of your friends were fighters I assume."

She nodded. "Two were not; Master Roshi and Oolong. Puar was killed…." She trailed off and turned suddenly, wanting to hide the unshed tears from the man who owned her.

There was a shuffle behind her and she felt fingers on her shoulder, surprisingly cool. "I am sure he died valiantly and without fear. I cannot find out about the other two, but we could take a trip to Merick. I have not been there and you-can check on your friends."

Bulma did not turn, feeling hope again well into her heart. She hated using this man's act of simple kindness against him, but she had to escape. He owned her, and no one owned Bulma Briefs. It would be simple to get away from a diseased man and get to her friends so that they could all escape. Yeah, simple to get away from a man who trusted her with his life…. Oh boy, the guilt trip was doing wonders for her already bad mood.

Naku sighed. "I know it's not much, but I know what it feels like to lose something."

Bulma turned her head to him. "You mean being exiled from your people? Were you a great warrior for them?"

His grin, almost mocking in nature, took her by surprise. "Yes. I was a great warrior for my people."

She nodded, turning fully and watching as the black-skinned hand that had been on her shoulder brushed a strand of her blue hair back in place. "It must've really hurt when they exiled you."

He made an assenting noise. "Not so much they exiling me as me exiling them. I have learned that in my search." His hand fell, as if he suddenly remembered his condition.

Bulma felt that feeling, that unexplainable one, well up into her heart till she thought she would burst. She reached out a hand to trace his jaw line, perhaps in comfort, only to have him draw away, turning back to his chair to sit in it, facing away from her slightly. "It is time to eat."

Bulma frowned, then nodded, frown easing. The man obviously didn't want any type of sympathy. He was used to the hate and anger he got from people and that was what he wanted. Why did his actions and attitude feel so familiar? She shook her head; trying to rid that headache she knew was the same she'd had on Earth.

"Where's the kitchen?"

He looked as if he was seriously considering that. "I don't think the ship has a kitchen, per say. I usually just hunt for something and eat it raw."

Bulma made a face. "Raw? Eww! You Hoskeki may like them like that, but we humans prefer cooked things. Now how in the world can I eat?"

Naku shrugged. "I'll have to leave that up to you. I can give you enough money to go get something, but it is getting dark and isn't safe for you to go alone. I'm-not hunting tonight, so I'll go with you."

She nodded, biting her lip. "You're sure? I can eat in the morning."

Naku rose, moving to stand before her and waiting till she met his eyes before speaking. She was humbled by the look in the darkly red orbs. "You think I care what they think? They will spit at me and curse my name but I will not let them dictate what I shall do. I will adhere to their rules to the point where they are reasonable. They fear what they do not understand…and they do not understand my disease."

She nodded. "I didn't mean it that way…."

As he grunted and turned back around to get his yellow cloak from his room, he heard her whisper something. He turned around. "What?"

The word came out churlish and Bulma quickly folded her arms across her chest. "Nothing."

Naku looked at her for a second before something flashed across his eyes. Turning he continued to his room. "Be waiting by the hatch."

Bulma looked at her surroundings, feeling guilty for being cruel to a dying man and angered by her guilt at the same time. She was his slave. He might even ask her to do more than he already had. She shuddered at that thought. Finally, she made up her mind and walked to the front of the ship, seeing Naku with his yellow cloak on in front of her.

Naku did not say a word to her, face expressionless as he pressed the button that would open the door. Again Bulma did not see what he did to unlock the fire-like shield around the ship and frowned. She did have to find out after all.

Shoving aside her need to escape, she kept up with Naku as he walked briskly off the ramp and headed toward the marketplace. "Naku?"

He did not answer her except to grunt, but she continued anyway. "I said I wouldn't have that kind of courage."

He stopped and turned fully to her, eyebrows raised. "What?"

She forced herself to continue looking at him. "When you heard me mumbling something and I said it was nothing-I said I wouldn't have that kind of courage. If people treated me like that…I would probably cave in a second."

Naku tilted his head to one side, as if he were studying her. "You might surprise yourself then."

With no further explanation, Naku turned and continued his brisk pace, forcing Bulma to silence, as she had to concentrate on breathing through the tough walk.

They weren't halfway to the marketplace when Naku suddenly stopped her with an upraised hand, stilling completely himself as he leaned forward, testing the air.

Bulma couldn't take this kind of suspense. "What is it?" She was smart enough to whisper it.

Naku shook his head. "Ambush. Six men. Just ahead, around that corner there, where the shadows are deepest. I want you to continue forward."

She frowned, looking where he had indicated with his description. "What? I'm not only a slave, I'm bait now?"

The glare she received made her almost swallow the words she had said, but she glared right back. "I am not fodder!"

Naku rolled his ruby eyes. "Of course you're not! But you are bait right now. Unless you'd rather me fight them surrounded on all sides."

Bulma huffed. "Fine, but I'll-do something to you if one of them even touches me!"

Naku shrugged. "Fine by me. Just hurry up or they'll get even more suspicious."

Bulma again huffed and walked past Naku, glancing back to see that he had vanished from his spot. She bit her lip and glanced at the shadowy ambush-place, feeling eyes on her that were not friendly.

She could've convinced herself they were not real if six men; all alien, hadn't jumped from the shadows, surrounding her before she could blink.

The leader, a puke green, lizard-like man, approaching her, sneered. "Well, well. What's a pretty thing like yourself doing out alone? Did daddy forget to give you a curfew?"

Bulma's lips thinned at the insult, but she was much too worried about the sharp objects that were gleaming in the dim light to retort.

"Daddy's here, boy!" was the last thing the shocked alien heard before his neck was easily and gracelessly broken from behind. The others didn't even have time to react as a yellow and black shadow moved through them, white hair flying back with the yellow cape, leaving a trail of death behind him.

Naku stopped in front of her and Bulma blinked. The man had moved so fast she'd seen none of his moves. He did not look at the bodies behind him, merely motioned her forward.

She complied, frowning as she noticed him swaying slightly. If he wasn't able to hunt, she doubted he was any more able to fight. She wanted to offer a shoulder to lean on or something, but he wouldn't take it and she knew it.

They reached the market, bought the needed foodstuffs, and returned to the ship with no more incidents. Bulma was still reeling from the lights, sound, and smells of Junai at night. The festivities would continue twenty-four/seven for the rest of the month. Consequently, so would the gladiator competitions at Merick.

Naku leaned heavily against the doorframe as soon as he had disarmed the firewall. He punched in the code and waited until the door had opened before he allowed himself to fall in, catching himself with his knees and hands. He dimly felt another presence kneeling down by his shoulder but couldn't hear what was being asked for trying to control the pain raging through his veins.

"Medicine."

Bulma barely heard the croaked word but quickly got the meaning, eyeing the man who seemed to be barely keeping himself together, folding in on himself as he sat on the floor. She got up and pushed the button behind them to close the ship. "Where?"

Naku gritted his teeth. "Room. Next to bed. Two doors before the main deck…on your right."

Bulma nodded and ran as fast as she could, turning corners so sharply her shoulder hit against them. She found his room and entered, making a beeline for the bed. On a table was a syringe filled with a clear liquid. Without looking around, she grabbed the needle and ran back.

Naku's whole body heaved in time to the pain that surrounded him like an aura, sending a dull ache throughout his whole body and a sharp jolt up his spine. Once again, he dimly felt a presence, this time by his right shoulder, a slender pale arm reaching for his black-skinned arm with the shot in the other hand.

"No. The neck. Inject it…into the neck."

The figure paused and he let out an involuntary moan at the hesitation. He saw her move then and felt the needle slide into his neck, feeling next the pressure that signaled the medicine's entry into his body and its eventual relief from the pain.

It took awhile, but Naku did feel the pain ease. He came out of the haze the pain had surrounded him in to see a concerned, blue-haired female gazing at him. With a grunt, he rose, half-shakily, and waved her back. "I'm fine. Go fix the food. I'm going to go take a bath. Call me when the food's done."

Without a backward glance, he continued to his room to do as he had said, leaving a half-confused, half-angry female behind him.

' ' '

Vegeta checked again and cursed. Ayamari was closer to him.

He had planted a tracking bug on her before she had gone, knowing that she, at least, would continue her search for him. Now it seemed she was close to his location without even realizing it. He still had a few more days of searching before he could leave the planet he was on.

His search so far had gotten him very little. What it had revealed was that he was feeling some major regret. The woman's words kept echoing inside his head and he was starting to fear, yes, fear, that he was getting what she'd had for him. Unfortunately, he had made his decision. There was no going back and that fact alone made the pain in his chest that much worse.

He paced back and forth and then sat back down to look at the blip on the screen that was getting closer to the middle. She would be here tomorrow. He put his head in his hands and sighed. Again he cursed, but it was much softer this time. He had blown it. He had made a mistake.

He raised his head with wide eyes. Had he just admitted that? Was it good to admit defeat in that way? Or would it lead to him subconsciously putting himself in the way of the lime green ray when it was again aimed at him? Was he just going to repeat himself over and over with the same results?

He grimaced and slammed a hand on the control panel, causing it to flicker momentarily before going back to the regular screen, looking to his right into the gold-framed standing mirror and scowling at himself. Why couldn't he get one good answer?

There were such things as second chances. Were there third chances? Would he be able to correct what he had wronged, or should he just try to let things be as he had wished them?

With no more answers to be found beyond his own confessions, Vegeta turned to thoughts of the next day and perhaps finding what he was searching for.

A/N: Well, there you are, Vegeta! Missed ya! Heehee! Reason I haven't been updating. Well, as the Trick Pony song says, writing is '…just what I do when I can't get no loving….' Well, lately, I've been getting some! Be shocked and amazed! I have a-(drumroll) boyfriend! ^_^ Um, no next chapter thing, cause I'm behind…. (gasp)

Susan: Heehee…. I love making people--ah, nevermind. You shall see--or read. Well, at least they'll be well lubricated. (smacks hand across mouth to stop hilarity) Ohmigosh, the things I say! O.O

Kangakilla: Thank you! Actually, I took Joso from a Japanese word that means transvestite. I think…. I'm not that--subtle. O.o Slow down! I might have to put you in LPP otherwise! ^_^

Ssjprincess: Oh, gosh (shakes head) Just like a married couple. What about Bulma, Veg-chan? Heehee You're right there. (points at the tiny paragraph that's all of Vegeta in three chapters) I so love the suspense. Whatever will happen? (looks at Vegeta) She thinks you're…? Lol… Sorry, but that's kind of funny…considering….

SkittleKicks: O.o Where in the world did you get that from? Oiy, that's as bad as 'I was feeling so good I had to….' Yeah, there might be kids reading…. I LOVE cliffhangers. You just take the middle of a part and slice it nicely.

{blank]: Well, I don't know who you are, but thank you…. I'm a really evil person…. Come on, you'd think since I'm obsessed with Vegeta people could assume I'm an arrogant, sadist, masochist. (shrugs) Go figure….

JadedBest: Whoo, long review…. Was that before or after he gave you the pop quiz? (evil grin) O.o; Um, I'm not that sappy! I'm an oak, not a pine! Only two? And no milk? Shame on you! (sighs) Okay, KAKAROTT! Lol In your story, My Friend, when Bulma and Vegeta are in the car driving from the hospital to that little truck stop, the song Complicated comes on the radio. It fit their situation perfectly…. I THOUGHT you did that on purpose…. Heehee, guess I'm the only Vegeta here, eh? Ah, Forgotten Realms (kinda like Dungeons & Dragons) race. They are a spin-off of elves. They chose to serve an evil goddess by the name of Lloth, Spider Queen. They went underground, changed appearance to adapt, and go to the surface to kill Light Elves…. Another term for them would be Dark Elves. Go read the Dark Elf Trilogy by RA Salvatore. Then go read about Artemis Entreri by the same author, the main character in DET's rival…. Artemis is the addiction that got me obsessed with Vegeta. Their rivalry is exactly like Goku's and Vegeta's, but the main character in DET is SMART…. Go figure…. I always think of them! Oh, that was a hint for S:WW wasn't it…? Okay! ^_^ Um, but by telling my what you replaced the cuss word with, didn't you say it? Ah, nevermind. He's right there. ^_^ (that was an evil one….)