Bulma thrashed like a wild animal. Yanking on the leather restraints that held her body down on the cold hard table. She cursed the men that shot her with some sort of green liquid. Which seemed to make it harder and harder to concentrate. Slowly she was losing consciousness. Screaming in frustration she continued to try and free herself before those crazy bastards that captured her came back, and before she lost herself to complete blackness.
She saw something move out of the corner of her eye, and whipped her head around to get a better look. It was one of those damn doctors. He was holding something. Like a computer chip? Her vision was too blurry. She could barely see the outline of his body anymore. No, she wouldn't let him win. With all of her mental power, she concentrated as hard as she could. Her eyes straining at the effort.
One of the techs noticed in shock that captive #D1990 was still fighting the drugs and clearly very deadly still. He gasped, "B-Boss, she's still conscious!"
Without a word, the Head Doctor scrambled over to the tray that contained the precious green liquid that keeps her mind out of theirs and out of trouble. The techs and nurses screamed for him to hurry, and some even ran out of the room in fear. Bulma was already beginning to enter their minds. Fumbling with the syringe, he dropped the needle, "Damnit!"
Screams of agony filled the lab as Bulma began to torture her victims. Making them reach up and claw at their own faces and heads, trying desperately to get rid of the pain. Some fell to the floor in screaming fits, others banged their heads on the walls or tabletops, anything within their reach. Their eyes rolling to the back of their head in pure agony. The Head Doctor, who was starting to feel Bulma's power as well, grabbed the needle off the floor, his hands shaking from the pain, his eyes began to water also as he began to draw the liquid out of the bottle. He dropped to his knees, gasping for air as he desperately tried to push past the pain, and finish the task that would save all their lives.
Glancing up, he nearly choked on his spit as he watched the scene going on in front of him, barely believing his own eyes. Various nurses and techs were either laying on the floor twitching uncontrollably or still standing while clutching their heads, screaming in what must be pure torture. Objects from around the lab were either spiraling in fast circles above their heads, or clattering against their places on the tables and counters. Drawers and cabinets were opening and closing at a frightening speed. Finally finished with the needle, he flung himself over to the captive's place on the restraint table. Wrapping his arm around the bar on the edge, he got ready to give her the shot.
Bulma could barely see anything, black spots clouded her vision making it almost impossible to see the crazy son of a bitch doctor barely half a foot away from her face. Unfortunately for him, she could see him just enough for what she was about to do.
Using all of the power she could muster in her weakened state, she concentrated on hitting the Head Doctor with all she had left. Leaving the other people and objects in the room, she glared with bloodshot eyes at the man that was about to quite possibly end her life.
Nearly collapsing from the sudden enormous jolt of pain, the Head Doc dropped the filled syringe, and fell to the floor, letting out bloodcurdling screams. Blood pouring out of his eyes, ears, and dribbling out of his mouth every time he gasped for another breath. Then without warning, his head exploded with a sickening pop.
Blood and gore was sprayed on nearly every exposed surface. Bulma, the closest object, was drenched in his blood with bits of gore covering her. Finally alone, she took a minute to take a deep breath. Then grunting with the effort she pulled against the leather, watching thankfully as it began to crack and split, slowly allowing her freedom.
Before she could begin to celebrate, one of the techs jumped up from the floor yelling, and in his hand was the lost syringe that the Head Doc once had. As quickly as possible, he plunged the needle into Bulma's thigh and released it's contents into her body.
Screaming in pain and anger, Bulma thrashed violently, flinging her body back and fourth against the table in protest. Try as she might, but the drug was already beginning to take it's tole, and slowly the light left her eyes as she gradually lost consciousness. Her body slumped against the metal table in defeat. She lost.
Trying to catch his breath, the tech cautiously pulled the needle out of the captive. Praying to every God he knew with all his might, that this monstrosity wouldn't wake up again and destroy them all.
She could feel her throbbing headache before she woke up. She almost thought it was part of the dream she had. A dream where she was back on Earth. Something she'd rather not think about right now if she could help it. Moaning, Bulma grasped her forehead as she sat up, fully awake now. The first thing she noticed was that she was still covered head to toe in blood and gore from that punk bitch-ass doctor. She tried but failed to wipe most of it off her face. There was much more important things to worry about now. Finally noticing where she was, she became slightly confused. Gazing around the small white cell she seemed to be stuck in. Fuck, it was smaller then one of her closets. Barely enough room for the pitiful twin bed and table. There was also a closet with no door, but it was so tiny it looked more like a big dent in the wall. She turned her head to the front of the room, facing the door. No window, no peep-hole, nothing. There also wasn't a window to look outside. Not that she should expect one right?
Immediately, she began to think of ways to escape, but before she could act on those urges and ideas, she felt a powerful jolt that seemed to flicker through her brain. She shrieked, and grasped her head in pain, nearly collapsing back on to the bed with the force. Then all at once she knew, that those bastard alien doctors did this, somehow it was their fault. She clenched her fists in fury, but forced herself calm down. This was not the time to lose her cool.
She gently felt around her head and neck looking for any sign of intrusion. Then on the back of her neck, right beneath her skull, she felt it. It seemed to be some sort of chip. Apparently, something to keep her out of trouble. To keep her from messing with people's heads. Furious, she almost dug her finger nails into her skin and ripped the damn thing out, but she thought better of it. She had no idea what that thing was connected to exactly, and it might quite possibly explode if she tampered with it.
Still angry beyond belief, she yanked up the small table near her bed, and threw it at the cell door. The table broke instantly into three jagged pieces before falling to the floor. Still not satisfied, she began to rip the bedding off the pathetic excuse for a mattress she was once sleeping on. Trying in vain to rip it to shreds, but gave up half-way. Flipping the mattress over, she yanked the cast iron bed frame up, and tried to dismantle it, also in vain. Frustrated and unsatisfied, she pushed the still intact bed frame aside and screamed at the of her lungs, "What do you want from me?!"
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In a room not far from Bulma, a lizard-like alien was quite pleased with himself. The little vixen that he had most recently captured still hasn't noticed the camera in the far corner of her room. Granted, it was well hidden, but he was still a bit surprised she hadn't thought of it. It didn't matter, for he was enjoying her little temper tantrum very much. So he wasn't going to interrupt just yet.
He had many plans for her. She is a wonderful piece to his collection. You see, this is what he does. Before purging, he has his special forces do a quick sweep across the entire planet, searching for anyone or anything with great power or potential. Sometimes it's strength, other times it's simply beauty, and then there's the times with he stumbles upon a race that comes with special powers all their own. It could be anything from the power to heal one's self, to being able to embrace the elements, control objects, or to be more specific, people.
Yes, this blue-haired female is beautiful and she's very much a genius, but that's not why he's holding her his prisoner. Oh, no. D1990, is a very special piece to his collection, and he had to go to great lengths to capture and contain her. All of his head doctors and scientists spend days constructing a chip. This little chip was the only thing keeping D1990 from destroying anything that gets in her path. Keeps her from controlling anything or anyone she can think of. She's indestructible. The perfect weapon, and Freeza's goal is to earn his new weapon's trust. With her by his side, he would most definitely rule the entire universe.
He continued to gaze on with amusement as Bulma began cursing most vilely, stomping her feet, and pulling at her hair. He chuckled quietly before pushing down on the button that would allow him to speak to her. "Try not to ruin your furniture because you won't be getting replacements."
Snapping her head up, Bulma frantically looked all around the cell before noticing a small flash in the upper right-hand corner. Glaring at the pathetic piece of technology she hissed, "What do you want from me?"
Freeza smirked a little while calmly speaking, "Nothing right now, I'm afraid. I've just come to announce that you're about to join the rest of my collection in the yard."
Her eyebrows furrowed,and she scoffed, "What do you mean 'the yard'? I'm not going anywhere, except back to Earth! And I am NOT part of anyone's fucking collection!" Grabbing a piece of wood from the demolished table, Bulma hurled it at the tiny camera, hopefully causing lots of damage.
Except for a few black snowy spots, the camera screen was still fully functional. Freeza wasn't an idiot. Trying to break these cameras were some of his prisoners favorite past times. He knew how tough these things had to be. "Save your energy for when you enter the yard. I will not have one of my newly crowned favorites die because of a petty temper tantrum. Don't worry, your chip will be adjusted to allow you to defend yourself, but nothing more."
He grinned while letting out a low sinister chuckle, sending a shiver down Bulma's spine. "We wouldn't want you to get carried away now, would we?"
He smiled, "Well, at least not yet." He whispered, more to himself.
Seething, Bulma's rage was practically pouring off of her in waves. She wasn't someone's pet, their toy! She flicked her finger over to the camera, and spat out, "I will kill you! I will kill you, and I'll enjoy every fucking minute of it!"
In the middle of her vow, two burly men in uniform came barging into her cell. Startled, she jumped behind what was left of her bed and attempted to throw the cast iron frame at them. Much to her dismay, they caught it, and tossed it aside like a flimsy tissue. One grabbed at her, easily holding on to her without having to use any force.
Unfortunately for Bulma, she had never had to relay purely on her physical strength. She has always had her mind, her mental strength, for that. Now that was missing, and she felt lost and scared. Suddenly, she began to violently attack the man who was currently dragging her out of the cell door and down the dim hallway. Clawing at his face, and kicking at his lower regions. She figured she struck gold, when he doubled over, let go of her, and used both hands to hold his balls.
Before she could even take two steps away, the other man threw an enormous arm around her waist. Reeling her in, he said in a deadpan voice, "We're just trying to do our job, miss, and you're not making it any easier."
Bulma almost fell over, but instead settled on just rolling her eyes, "Hmm, I don't know. Maybe because that's the fucking point!"
While letting out a huge sigh, he throw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She squeaked in protest, "See these legs, ass face? They're meant for walking!"
Completely ignoring her, he grabbed the other man's shirt, who was still doubled over groaning, and lifted him up, "What do I always tell ya? Don't forget your fuckin' cup!" He slapped the man on the back of the head, and motioned for him to go ahead of him.
Still listening to the conversation through the camera, Freeza grinned at his new pets spirit. "She's exactly what I've been looking for."