DISCLAIMER: YeaH! Not mine. Wish it was.
As promised, it shall be delivered. Formerly known as 'Silent Hearts'.
This story is currently going on a heavy editing process. The plot is the same, only minor changes in scenes and chapters. I've edited spellings and grammars, though please ignore the smallest of mistakes. I'm sure there are some that I've missed.
Note: Two things y'all should keep in mind!
1. Kakarot (yes, the Goku we all love) is not the Goku from the canon version. His behaviours, personality, and actions are all based on a pure saiyan's characteristics, making him just like any other saiyan. So do not judge him or the writer. (Remember, he's never had that bump on his head)
2. First person POV is for Bulma and/or Vegeta scenes only (when no one else is present except when they're alone on their own, or alone together). The rest of the story is pretty much in third person.
Now, on with the fic!
| ImaginaryInk |
Her POV
Grenades, revolvers, ki-binders, ki-ammunitions, and a taser were securely attached to my hip belt. In my hand I hold a special ki-structured M249 light machine gun, steadied and ready to fire away. I lean crouched on the wall at the top of the stairway and look downstairs through the corner of my eye for any sort of unusual movements. I am in my home, or whatever that is left of it. The only light source I have... well, there is no light source. Not anymore. There is only darkness – they destroyed the buildings, street lamps... even the moon. I don't know why.
I held my breath as I listen intently for any mistakes the intruders would make, then, once I've determined their whereabouts, I'll make my move. I will shoot upon sight and I will not stop once I start. These motherfuckers just don't know who they are dealing with.
They arrived two days ago. When I mentioned they I meant 'they', the devils and demons in mortal form. They killed my people without mercy, without a tinge of compassion; and they are still searching, still killing. Men, women, children, the elders, all were slaughtered as if they were nothing but a scrap of dust under their feet.
They are looking for something, or someone. No one knew what or who, and they will not stop until it's in their possession. I hear some of them took the females by force and raped them only to discard their lifeless bodies from where they stood. These... demons, they possess a very powerful weapon – themselves. Yes, they possess power. Energy so strong that they were all able to summon the attacks from within their bodies, it was terrifying and it was horrible because when you come face to face with it, you know there will be no hope left for you.
In all my life I have never seen so many dead bodies in one place. Even funerals were not as solemn as this and at least they were properly buried there. But these bodies... they lie immobile and lifeless on the ground and at every corner of the earth. There were so many of them lying dead in my house, on my lawn. And I KNEW them!
I knew them...
Now, the once huge mansion that I lived in is nothing but a mass of ruins. It hurts my heart every time I seek refuge in my own home after another vicious onslaught with them. And each evening always ends with a huge majority of the humans dead.
'If we keep on fighting, we will all die, but if we don't, what will become of our race?'
A single hot tear rolls down my cheek as my father's final words played in my mind like a broken record. That was before he left me to fend for myself, alone in this wretched place the world has become. I remember his bloodied hand squeezing mine for the last time as I watched the life seep away from his eyes. I close my eyes, pushing out the unshed tears and shake the images away. I clench my jaw tight as I tried to suppress another cry. They killed my mother and my father, and they will pay – they will all pay.
I regain my composure and try to focus on the intruders below. I know they are here roaming endlessly trying to find human survivors, and I don't know what or who it is that they seek, but they will never find it. Inch by inch, I stand on my feet though still leaning by the wall. Any minute now and they will be at the bottom of the stairs. And when they're here, I'll start to shoot.
I am alone, all my comrades and accomplices are dead. It is nothing unusual to me now and it will not affect me, at least not anymore. I've seen more dead people than I'd like to last me a lifetime. It doesn't matter anymore.
I close my eyes as I centre in on their movements below. The muffled sounds of careful steps were hard to detect. These aliens are smart, clever, and cunning in their fighting skills. Truth be told, I have never seen such battle savvy soldiers before. They will not give an opening to their enemy no matter how easily swayed our attacks are. And they will stop at nothing.
'Thump.'
My eyes fly open to the sound of a miscalculated footstep. I turn my head to the side and take in a deep, silent, shaky breath. Though I don't know how many aliens I will take on tonight but this is it. For I am now alone fighting this fight on my own, this night will determine my fate. There will be bloodshed again and there will be no turning back.
I'd either get to die and reconcile with all whom I love, or live to continue surviving this horrid nightmare called reality.
I press my lips into a thin line, and wait for the intruder to halt at the bottom of the staircase. I ready myself for another battle, take in a deep, solid breath, and muster my courage for the night. And now, to get their attention.
"Hey!"
His POV
"Hey!"
I whip my head towards the voice. It came from the ceiling, right above me. I narrow my eyes into slits as running footsteps were immediately heard, starting from the top of the stairs, dashing across a plain and stopping at a nearby corner – all that without a skip in its footsteps or even a stumble. Instantly, I deduce that the conniving native had strategised a direct line of sight, without obstacles between its weapon and me. And I applaud; clever creature, but not clever enough. The native had expected me to climb the stairs and enter the clearing, perhaps hoping for an easy aim.
'Devious humans – they think they are so smart'.
I sneer, a scowl forms on my face and I faze from the spot I stood and out the side window. In a flash, I take into the air and soar towards the room where I knew the human was waiting.
I land silently on the balcony tiles, and then I saw the native... there it is.
From the contours of its body, I could tell it was a human female. She is crouching in the middle of the room with her back to me. Obviously, she is waiting for her enemy to enter from the door – how predictable. I smirk at the stupid human as she grips her weapon tightly, seemingly on alert. Very quietly, I move to stand directly behind her. Then I begin to study the gun in her hand, those little collateral firearms fixed on her hip, and of course, her rare form.
I click on my scouter and let it calculate her power level. I scoff inwardly as it came as no surprise that she is just another weakling. Still, I cock my head to the side as I scrutinise her hair and skin. They pull me in deeper with its bright blue shade, its texture so silky and soft from the looks of it and they made me want to sift my hands through those locks. And her skin, even in the dark I could see that it is fair and creamy, and maybe if I touch it I am... afraid... that I might melt along with it.
Then, anger flows through me.
An earthling has me mesmerised with her physical form? Preposterous!
I clench my fists and sneer inwardly at that thought.
She still hadn't realised that I am standing silently behind her with my arms crossed. I watch her every move as I listen to her every breath. She must be wondering where her 'intruder' had disappeared to when no one appeared at the door because she started to move. Inching up on her combat boots, she drops her weapon the side and let it sling over her torso. I could practically see the gears working in her little human head as she schemes up an alternative plan.
Then, her head shot up in alert, and she held her breath. So did I.
She curls her fingers slowly, carefully, and cleverly around her weapon. Then, she lowers herself into a defensive stance. I take a silent step back, becoming highly amused with her next course of action even thought I could already tell. It was like I knew her – how predictable. So I braced myself and watch her, completely amused. With a simple twist of her ankle, she spins around and shoves her weapon to my face at point-blank.
Even the time stopped ticking.
I glare at her from under my brow, a scowl ever so present on my face and my arms still crossed over my chest. My breathing stopped and my movements ceased.
So was hers.
We stayed like this for a brief moment, killing the other with our intense glares. The only movement prior to this was her eyes widening up to a notch when she first saw me. And I inwardly smirk at her carelessness. I can tell that she is strong, by weak human female standards that is. I cock my head to the side and look at her nonchalantly, seemingly uninterested and unaffected by her threat literally pointing my way. She tips her head slowly to the side and gives me an even glare – which I will have to applaud her once more for her courage. No enemy would look me in the eye the way she is doing right now.
So much fire contained in one small, little frame.
"What are you going to do with that thing, human?" I question casually, never averting my glare, with a steady calmness in my voice that always makes my enemies cower.
"I am going to shoot your brains out with it," she hisses after a long, careful pause as she looks at me as if I was joking.
I lower my arms to the side and clench my fists. I straighten my back and stare her down like the evil prince that I am. This female is something fierce and if she is not willing to back down and cower before my feet, I shall make her. I quietly study her some more, and it dawned on me that she held a certain aura that screams hope. I guess I knew what that hope is for. It was always the same – hope for her life, her people, and her world. Well, it's just too bad. I take a menacing step forward, forcing her to take one fearful step backward.
"Not another step closer!"
I stop and blinked. This creature before me is so unlike the others. She has wit, and guts, and spunk. Then, I smirk. This one is begging to be played with.
"Do you not fear me?"
"I am not afraid of you!"
"Au contraire, as you humans put it, because I can smell your fear rolling off your skin from here," and I approach her.
"S-stop or I will shoot!" her voice starts to waver, and I leered.
"Go on, shoot me. I am not going anywhere..." I goad and lowered my chin as I glare her down from under my brow, my voice projecting a wicked tone. It always works.
She glares at me with passionate hatred written in her eyes. Well, I guess I couldn't blame her for that. If my life, my people, and my world were in ruins and I come to face the people responsible for it, I'd hate them with everything I have, and I will kill them all. I figured it wouldn't be any different with this little human before me. No, no difference at all.
Before she could even see it coming, I swipe my hand over her weapon and grip on it in a flash. Her eyes widen and panic envelopes her. With a smirk and a glint of amusement in my eyes, I bend the pitiful metal with a simple twist of my wrist. The metal screeches loudly and its bullets came popping out from the insides, one by one as they drop to the floor in a useless pile. She gapes at me with eyes wide as saucers as she stares between her ruined weapon and me in complete shock.
"Wha... what are you people?"
I yank the pathetic object from her loosen grip and throws it to the side. I descend upon her and grab her arm, twisting it far behind her back. She let out a yelp and I pull her flush to my body. I find myself enjoying the feel of her womanly curves against my hard, rock body. It didn't matter that she was quivering with fear. She pants in terror and her warm breath washes over my cool, dead skin and I welcome it. I stare into her eyes and for the first time, it astounded me, for I have never seen a creature with eyes like hers.
It was so blue, like the sky, and so deep, like the ocean.
I stare into her eyes a little longer, completely marvelled by them before settling my gaze on her collarbone. Her breathing is hard and uneven; heaving the bountiful mounds of flesh and making them so utterly inviting. At this, my throat became dry coupled with a familiar stir in my groin. I trace my gaze to the side of her neck and stop there, admiring the pumping of her artery and smoothness of her skin – unmarred and unscarred.
A sudden lusty clash of blood and desire wave through me and the urge to throw this female down on the floor and pinned beneath me grows. I want to devour her entire existence.
"W-what are you doing?" she squeaks meekly.
Her sudden lack of fire brings me out of my muse and I look back at her. An evil smirk graces my lips and I walk forward, pushing her back until her head hits the wall, and then her back. Now, I have her trapped in my arms. I can hear her choking a sob and swallowing hard as her misty eyes betray her bravado. Oh yes, the little human is frightened.
"Because you've been somewhat compliant, let's try this again before I leave to your demise,"
I tease her because it's what I do to brave victims much like her, "Are you not frightened of me?" I ask, this time with a playful, malicious glint in my eyes.
She stares at me for a few seconds, before that dying flickering flame fuelled itself back to life at my words and her resolve found its way back into her fiery soul, "I will never be afraid of you, you bastard," she hisses and sneers, her stubbornness is obvious.
"Tsk. Wrong answer," I feign a pout, "I'd hate to mar that delicate skin of yours. You are rather... exotic," and run a gloved finger over her main artery as I stare at it fixatedly.
Then I spin her around and lock her in place against the wall, causing her to heave out a lungful of air. She struggles against me as I pin both her hands above her head with one hand while the other slide down her sides and stop at her inner thighs. She continues to squirm wildly and I yearn to just tear off her offending attire and fuck her senseless right here.
"No," she whispers harshly as she thrashes around, although she knows it'd be futile.
I spin her around again, this time facing me. Somehow, it didn't surprise me at all to see her eyes water, even though she refuses to cry. Given any female a similar position, bound and helpless, they would cry, but not her. Stubborn bitch. Just as I thought, she has spunk and guts. But her bravery would only amount to so much before I have her completely broken and submitted to me.
I press against her fragile frame, my hand still painfully pinning down her wrists and this time, I uncoil my tail to curl around her thigh. Again, I trap her body completely against mine, leaving her no space to squirm. She whimpers lightly, though her boldness is still pretty much present from the murderous glare she sends me. I pull an evil grin as I trace my free hand under her tank top, happily feeling her flat stomach before moving upwards to the underside of her right breast. She gasps as I flick my thumb over her nipple.
"Unhand me or you will regret it," she hisses.
Such fire, such inner strength. The animalistic side of me suddenly came to life; the need to subdue, to dominate, and to conquer grow their ugly heads and I'm afraid I won't be able to stop them.
"In case you didn't know, human, I am the most feared being in the entire universe and yooouuu, you're nothing but a weak earthling with a power level of five, maybe even lower," I grin at her, pausing midsentence for emphasis, "And this situation only proves it to be indubitably true. So what made you think that I will regret the things I am about to do to you knowing that you can never hurt me at all?"
I whisper harshly in her face and I can sense her back stiffens at the depth of my words. I crush her further with my weight, holding her in place as my hand lowers to her belt buckle. Her eyes widen with recognition. She knows what I am about to do. But strangely, she remains calm.
"Go on, just try it. I am not going anywhere..." she snarls and my ministrations abruptly cease. Did the bitch just spew my very own words back at me? Who the fuck does she think she is?!
Nonetheless, it was a challenge. And I never back down from one.
No one dares challenge me and expect to win or even get out of it alive. Not before, not now, and not ever. This human clearly has a death wish but I will not fulfil her wishes, not yet. I stare at her for the longest time with a deep scowl on my face, contemplating the things that I'm about to do to her.
She needs to be taught a lesson. And I smirk.
Without warning, I yank the front of her belt buckle with little effort, easily breaking it. Then I tear away the button of her pants and grab a fistful of the waistband, jerking it down till her zip came undone and the seams completely torn. I pry her legs apart with my knee, using my tail to keep her nice and wide, and very roughly, shove a hand inside her pants and cup her folds. She gasps loudly as I press onto her nub and then slide my fingers lower to penetrate her depths.
She trembles beneath me, but she doesn't dare make a sound. However, she squirms and writhes violently as I torture her inner walls without mercy. She thought she could throw me off by thrashing. But my hold on her tightens the moment I slip another finger into her moist slit. She was wet, and is now getting wetter. I grin wickedly because it was all just too easy.
She may be brave but even the bravest will eventually fall and cower before me. They all do, despite their strong resolves and pathetic will. And where this little woman is concerned, I will break the fortress which she holds so strongly, and when I do, she will submit to me. Just like the rest.
Further proving my own point, though she may be unwilling, her body is showing otherwise.
Her juices flow down my palms. She is wetter than I thought and I grin at what an enticing fact this is. I can see the stubbornness etched on her face as she bit her lip in trying to suppress the moan which is no doubt lodged in her throat. She likes it. She doesn't want it, but she likes it. And I can tell that from the contractions of her walls as they compress tightly against my fingers.
"Let it go," I whisper to her, our noses centimetres apart.
"No!" she hisses brokenly, her breathing was quick and irregular.
As her lips move to spew that one syllable, I gaze hotly and excitedly at it. Her lips are so full with a rich shade of coral pink, and so soft to the touch. I lean down to capture her lips in a rough kiss and she screams into my mouth. I literally devour her pouty cushions like the animal I have turned into. I lick, bite, and suck on her lips till they bled. She screams in pain on top of the ecstasy my fingers produced, and I enjoy every second of her agonising cry mixed with the crimson fluid melting deliciously on my tongue.
Based on the sporadic contractions of her inner walls, I know that her release is nearing and I pull my head back just in time to see her face. First there was flaming hot anger, now that same anger is slowing shifting into heated lust. Any second now and she will escalate higher, finally meeting the peak of ecstasy, and then she will flow like a rapid river into my hands.
But I retract from her folds.
I bring my hand close to me, tipping my head to the side while I study the slick juices glossed over my gloved fingers. I pry them apart, mesmerised by the threads of her sweet extract webbing in the spaces between my digits. Amidst my fascination, I barely heard her whimper. But she did, be it out of frustration or relief in the lost of contact, I don't really care. I turn to her to give her my full attention.
Her body trembles tiredly from the aftermath of a sexual onslaught, and though her sapphire orbs were still misty with unshed tears, I did not miss the undying hate hidden beneath those oceanic eyes. In ungodly silence, she watches me with untold intense as I slowly draw my tongue out to lick her blood off my lips. I swirl her crimson juices with my saliva, mixing them together and forming some sort of twisted elixir to excite myself.
It was sweet, delicious, and sinfully desirable.
I have tasted the blood of my victims many, many times, and they never tasted quite like hers. I feel myself foolishly drawn to her in a way never before. It is intoxicating. Her heaving chest, her teary eyes, and her flushed cheeks. They are intoxicating. And they make my blood simmer with excitement and my body quiver with blind lust. She is intoxicating.
A fleeting thought enters my mind as suspicions arouse. She is human, a normal but weak human female with a pitiful power level. She could never control me like this; unless... her weakness is compensated with some sort of human telekinetic or mind powers where she can manipulate my thoughts and feelings.
Upon this startling, yet unconfirmed revelation, I become angry again. She is a conniving one. This bitch thinks she can manipulate the mighty saiyan prince with her wily charms!
I grab her cheeks and yank her face close to mine, "You think you're so clever, little human. Well I can see through you like the fragile glass you are, and I intend to break and shatter you into little pieces," I hiss and scowl at her.
Then I release her face and without warning, grab the waistband of her pants. With one swift pull downwards, I undress her bottom half, leaving her pants bunched at her knees. I also release her wrists, freeing both my hands to have my way with her as I please. I lift the hem of her top and bunch them over her breasts, pausing for a second to admire her well-rounded orbs. My hands trace over them in an agonisingly slow scrutiny as my fingers sampled the softness of her breasts. I push them together, flicking my thumbs over her pink nipples which look as sweet as they'd probably taste. So I lean down and devour each luscious nipple like a hungry savage beast.
She slaps her free hands on my arms, shoulders, head, and face in a pitiful attempt to push me away. Her shrieks of protest echo in the room but not one of them was heard. My fingers encircle her wrists again, this time pinning both her hands behind her back. Not too bad a thing as her back arches forward, pushing her soft mounds further into my face. I let her go again, only this time I push her down face first on the floor. I held her waist and pull her hip closer to mine. Though still clothed, I grind my hardened arousal at her exposed heat.
I bunch her top over her neck and sink my canines into the skin just above her shoulder blade. I break her skin with the sharp ends of my fangs and relish in the taste of her blood once more. Then I brutally drag my teeth down along her centre spine creating a stream of blood and successfully eliciting a suppressed near-animalistic groan from her.
Something in me snaps and momentarily freezes me in place. The sight of her bright, red blood flowing down her pale, porcelain skin mesmerises me so; it feels like I have seeped into a deep trance. Then she chuckles.
Her POV
I chuckle deeply at the face of danger. Yes, even I could hardly believe that it was coming from me. Perhaps I have come to accept that I am already at the end of my line. Maybe this was all a dream. Maybe if I feel pain, even just a little bit more, I will finally see the end of the tunnel where my parents are waiting for me.
So, this is it.
I will push his hands to put me out of my misery.
I am ready.
"You're a coward!" I taunt him. As I have expected, as soon as the words left my mouth, he froze. In utter surprise, shock, or anger, I don't care.
Those several seconds were a momentary relief as the hurting stopped. But before my body and nerves could settle down, he grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks me up very roughly. He slides his fingers to my neck to hold me firmly flushed to his chest. I choke as I fought to breathe.
"You have a pretty big mouth for someone who's clearly at a disadvantage!" he hisses into my ear and tightens his hold around my throat.
That's right, a little more. Tighter. You've got it, asshole. Just... wring... a little tigh-
"Well, I have a better use for your wretched mouth..."
He shoves me off of him as if I burned him and sends me tumbling hard on the floor. I gasp for air, choking as my lungs burn with every breath that I take.
Though I'm looking down and away from him, I could hear him getting up and dusting himself off. My breathing hitches and I wheeze, causing an onslaught of continuous hacking. My eyes are now teary and stinging, and in spite of the pain, I drag myself across the hardwood flooring with every attempt to get away.
He plants his heavy foot on my right calve, rooting me to the spot. I turn on my side and glare at him with teary eyes. My hair was dishevelled, my breathing rapid, and my heart pounding, but I dare not whimper.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asks casually as he puts pressure onto my leg, drawing an agonising groan from my lips. He lets go a little, reeling in my pain as something swishes laxly in the darkness behind him.
Although my body quiver, my eyes settle on the coiling-and-uncoiling silhouette before they widen in realisation that it was his tail. He brings it to the front, gliding its tip almost sensually along the leg he's had pinned under his foot till it reaches my upper thigh.
I glare at it alarmingly as I swat that vicious appendage away, but it didn't even budge. It traces higher, past my navel, my diaphragm, the valley of my breasts, and alas, it coils around my neck.
It tightens and I could feel its many bristles prick my skin as he hoists me up roughly to my feet. I scratch at his tail, crush it as hard as I could in my palms, pull at its fur... yet he felt nothing.
He flashes me a toothy grin as I struggle for air and another sickening realisation dawns on me; I am amusing him and he is thoroughly enjoying himself. Sick bastard!
Slowly, he brings me close to an inch from his face and replaces his tail with his fingers. He didn't squeeze my neck this time, but it was a firm hold, allowing just enough precious air for me to inhale. I feel his breath on my face while his scent wafts against my body. He reeks of sweat, blood... and death.
If only looks could kill, I swear I would have already murdered him ten times by now and still counting.
"I bet you're a screamer," he breathes, licking my blood off the corner of his lip. Then he grins lecherously at me, and even in the darkness, his eyes shine brightly with malice and lust.
"The only screams you'll hear coming from me will be how I'll be cursing your entire lineage for creating a hideous monstrosity such as you!"
"Why, thank you for being so observant. I take pride in my atrocities. However, I'd have to say I'm not as hideous as you portray me to be."
"Wha-"
"In fact, you humans are such filthy, revolting creatures," he sneers in disgust, his eyes clouding at a possibly recent memory playing in his mind, "... they were trembling like bitches and barfing as I so kindly illustrated how I would slaughter them. Some even wetted and shat themselves before I could even finish my speech," he shakes his head and chuckles deeply, heavily amused even, as I stare at him dumbfounded and in horror for the millionth time.
"I wonder..." he pauses, then lets his eyes linger on mine with a small smirk on his face before speaking in the quietest, gentlest, most curious voice I've ever heard, "... what would you do in the face of death?"
My stomach tightens and twists into a knot, and I conclude – he is an unadulterated psychopath.
He releases me and I scramble to my feet, staggering backwards and away from him. I adjust my top and pull up my pants, ignoring the broken waistband. He folds his arm as he lowers his chin to glare at me. He watches me in numbing silence as I look from the closed bedroom door and back to his intense gaze. Then he leers at me and I swallow hard.
"Run, human. Run as fast and far as your little feet can bring you."
My face scrunch in confusion and then eyes widen in realisation when he began his count from ten. Without another moment to lose, I pivot on my heels and bolt from the spot. I dash out of the room and slam into the wall across it.
"Nine."
I push myself off and trample down the winding staircase of my home and made my way through piles of metal and concrete ruins.
"Eight."
I finally reach the main hall, dodging and jumping over the bodies strewn on the floors that were once full of life.
"Seven."
I didn't know where I was headed, but I had to get out of here... and fast! I stop and gasp for air, ignoring the loud pounding of my heart in my ears. I look around and see a door ahead, quickly pushing off on my feet as I make a beeline for it without a thought.
"Six."
I let out a frustrating whimper when the door wouldn't budge. So I pull back and give it a kick with strength I never knew I possess. Once the door was opened, I quickly dash out of my home, sighing in relief as cold, crisp air hit my body. Then I continue to run.
I could hear him calling out five loudly as if he was breathing down my neck. I let out a cry as I push my legs further and faster past the vast backyard lawn. My eyes begin to tear. This cannot be happening to me!
Scurrying across the garden, my hands found their way to the grenades attached to my hip belt and I silently thanked God for keeping them intact. With about six grenades in my clutches, I bring one after another to my lip and grit on the safety levers between my teeth. With each lever pulled and removed, I turn to throw the grenades through the door which led me out.
Then I turn and high tail out of there.
Within seconds, explosion upon explosion echo violently behind me. Fierce shock waves knock me off my feet and I fall on my hands and knees. I turn around, scrambling on the heel of my palms and instantly regretted it. The building I was born in, grew up in, and learned to love in is now in complete ruins, being devoured by a vicious inferno. I release a heart wrenching sob as I recall my parents' bodies are still in there, now engulfed in fire. I grimace at that fact but it comforts me to know that now they'll turn into ashes... and the wind will carry them away from this God forsaken place.
I clench my eyes and allow the tears to finally fall. There will be time for me to mourn but it isn't now, so I quickly recover. I get up on my feet and continue to run towards the dreary woods adjacent to my backyard. But I didn't know... they were waiting for me.
I ram hard into a boulder, letting out a yelp and cursing in pain as I felt my nose shatter from impact before I fell on my bottom. Holding onto my possibly broken nose, I climb back up on my feet to run again. I could feel his evil presence closing in on me; nearing with each passing second. But before I could even get past three steps, big, rough hands wound themselves around my waist and whoever it was yanked me away from the direction I was headed.
I scream at the top of my lungs as my back crushes into another hard surface. The hands held onto me firmly while I kick with all that I have. My fingers bite into the fleshes around me as I hoped to cause my perpetrator pain. I finally looked around and almost expelled all the contents in my stomach. My heart dropped at the sight of another five burly aliens of the same damned race standing and towering over me as if I was nothing but a puny insect.
I look up to the alien holding me and blanch as he flashes me a wicked smirk that screams rape; his eyes dancing with lust. My composure returns and I start to kick again, struggling violently; thrashing and screaming obscenities in all languages known to me. I thought I'd kicked him in his groin, but I guess he didn't even feel that. Damn bastards!
Then... he appears from the dark sky and lands in front of us all.
I froze and truly studied his form. He is small in size compared to his counterparts, but I also notice one thing about him. The rest of the men seem to cower before him, waiting for his instructions as if he was their superior. Perhaps what he said was true; that he was most feared being in the entire universe.
I send him the hardest glare one could muster. He takes a step forward and the other five align themselves almost in a straight line. He strides before us all, carrying a regal aura around him as his red cape billows by his knees with every step that he takes. And I realise another thing about him; the air surrounding him was deafening, blinding even, and for a second I thought my heart and breathing have stopped.
"What do we do with this lil' wench?" the bastard gripping me asks and I turn to glare at him with the corner of my eyes, before hatefully eyeing the rest of them.
Sons of bitches!
A brief silence hangs in the air as the short one contemplates. Soon after, he replies, "Find her skills, and put her to work," and he turns to walk away without another word.
The man before me snickers under his breath as his hold on me tightens, "Know what I'm gonna do, harlot?" he whispers in my ear, "I'm gonna taste you first," and he grinds his disgusting arousal up my ass. I scrunch my face in sheer disgust and struggle, biting my nails into his arms again hoping that he'll put me down in the least. Well, he didn't feel that, too.
Suddenly, light illuminated the dark woods, and in that split second, a bright blue ki-ball hurtles from the direction where the short one was last seen headed. The damn thing headed straight for me and I clench my eyes, citing my last prayer in my mind and waited for the blow. Just as I felt the intense heat searing my face, I knew I was a goner. But the hit didn't come. Instead, it went straight for the man behind me – straight to his head.
I let out a bloodcurdling scream when I heard bones cracked and bits of fleshes splattered all over the back of my head and neck. Hot liquid flows down my entire back and the hands release me, and I fall hard on my knees.
"You're all going to burn in hell! IN HELL!" I scream at the top of my lungs, clutching my head as if I was holding onto the last of my sanity. My eyes were still clenched tightly as I allow myself to finally cry. So I bawled. The last thing I heard was feet shuffling towards me and the last thing I felt was hot pain shooting down my neck. I guess they knocked me out cold.
Prince Vegeta stood before his soldiers as he stared at the limp body of the woman whom his advisor has knocked out.
"Hmph. What a loud mouth," his royal highness muttered to himself before turning to the burly man who stood next to him. Vegeta's glare hardened as he realised his subordinate was staring at the female human with an all too familiar glint in his eyes. He growled, garnering the attention of his advisor and gave him a warning glower before turning to the rest of the cohort, giving them the same glare.
"No one is to touch this woman," he ordered in a cold yet collected voice, pausing for emphasis as he narrowed his eyes at his minions, "... unless you wish to join the last person I killed, be my guest."
He pivoted on his heel, uncaring for an answer from his men as he jumped into the air to get away from the crowd.
"Kakarot!" he called to his advisor as he swirled in midair. From the ground, Kakarot looked at his superior expectantly, awaiting further orders.
"While on the ship, you will be relieved of your duties to me."
At this, Kakarot's eyes widened as he stared at his prince questioningly.
Prince Vegeta smirked and continued, "You will be babysitting the woman until planet fall. Tend to her and keep her out of trouble," he ordered and as an afterthought, "She can be a handful." With that he turned to leave, making headway for the flagship without a backward glance.
Kakarot stared wide-eyed at the retreating back of his prince, baffled by the task that's just been assigned to him. His comrades snickered and he glared at them, silencing them with a deep scowl of annoyance. They cleared their throats and took to the air after their prince, leaving the higher ranked saiyan to take on his farce of a responsibility.
The tall saiyan turned to the woman and crouched by her side. He studied her frail form before gently turning her over. He stared at her for a few seconds before brushing away the messy blue tendrils covering her face for a better look. His eyes roamed all over her features and figure, 'She is a rather lovely specimen', he thought, bringing himself back to his task as he briefly wondered if this was the reason why his prince would want her to be put under strict supervision. He swooped her languid body into his arms with a frown on his face. She was feather light, and he shook his head at the imminent unfortunate events his prince no doubt has in store for her. It'll be a miracle and an act of mercy should she survive them all. Still, he took off into the air with her clutched tightly in his arms.
He grimaced as he neared the ship, inwardly chastising himself for almost feeling bad for this woman.
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