Kala Saga - Chapter 3 - Kidnapped
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, or any of its characters. I do own Kala, Koshiro, and any other characters that I might decide to add later on that don't belong to Akira Toryama. If u want to use any of them, well, uh, email me. If I don't like u, well, tough, u can't use my characters. (I'm a mean bitch, I know *lolz*)
*Where we left off, Kala was thinking about how she had killed Lunch by accident. That was, incidentally, the first time she had gone SSJ. She was 5 at the time. She matured a lot since then, as you could probably see in the first chapter. Now she is flying towards CC, unaware that someone (or something) is following her. This is going to be a relatively short chapter, just because it doesn't take long to tell about what happens to her. *
She zoomed majestically through the clouds, little white dabs of fluff tickling her nose as she glided through them. There was a faint breeze, not too much to make her cold, but comfortable. The sky was tainted with oranges and pinks; the horizon glowed with the faint sunlight that was coming from the east. As she glided across the horizon, she didn't bother to think, didn't bother to speak. She just closed her eyes gently as if she was off in some faraway land, away from the trials and hassles of everyday life.
As she neared Satan City, she began to see the faint beginnings of life; men and women all over the city were beginning to arise. Lights in the distance swirled into one big picture, and soon, it was all just a blur. Kala heard the early morning commotion, saw people out walking their dogs, and fit men out for a jog.
She entered the outskirts of the city, an area known for it's outstanding crime rate. As she glanced down, she saw a sight that made her blood boil. Three men were down on the ground, one of them with a black bandanna holding a woman helplessly in his arms. She was still conscious, provided the fact that she was bleeding from a wound in her upper thigh, a knife wound, in fact. The other two men were snickering coldly at the woman as the man in the black bandanna slipped his hand up her shirt. The woman screamed, but her scream was muffled, and not enough people were up to hear her anyway. Kala's eyes narrowed as she flew down to help the woman. The men noticed her descent as Kala landed on the ground in front of them.
"Hey George, since when did kids know how to fly?" one of the men said to the man holding the woman as he took out a chain and started flicking it back and forth.
"Beats me, Kenjo," George said back as her let the woman go, allowing her to fall to the ground.
"Little girl, get away from here! Now! You have to run! Please, don't let me be responsible for the death of an innocent child!" the woman cried out in pain. Kala allowed a tiny smiled to flicker across her face.
"Hey, look at that Sam, she's smiling at us! Hey kid, you want your mommy?" Kenjo said, laughing. Kala's smile remained perpetually on her face. "Hey kid," Kenjo said, beckoning her to come closer by waving his hands towards her. "You want some of this?" he asked as he curled his hand into a fist and pounded it into his palm.
Abruptly, Kala laughed, turning her gaze towards the woman. "How much do you want them to suffer?" she asked cockily. At this, the three men broke out laughing.
"Hear that, Kenjo?" Sam said, cracking up. "She's going to make us suffer! This I just gotta see!"
Kala cleared her throat loudly as she proceeded to fling herself at Sam, elbowing him in the stomach and sending him at least two blocks back. George and Kenjo looked at her in shock while Kala only grinned, and uppercutted George in the chin, propelling him upward onto a nearby skyscraper. Kenjo scrambled back fearfully. "What the - what the hell are you?" he cried out as he backed into a wall.
"Kala Briefs-Vegeta, at your service," Kala said arrogantly as she blurred behind him and picked him up by the back of the shirt. He started screaming out in fear as Kala brought him to where the woman was lying in shock. "Now, I suggest you apologize to her if you don't want to have a more painful death than you're already going to have." Kala held Kenjo to the woman and listened as he stuttered.
"Miss, I'm v - very s-s-sorry f-for d-d-doing that to you. P-P-Please forgive me!" he exclaimed as he fell at the woman's feet. The woman stared in shock as he crawled up to her, shaking and trembling.
"Forgiven," the woman said shakily.
"Good. Well then, I'll just drop him off somewhere, say, far away from you, alright Miss?" Kala said as he picked Kenjo up again by the collar of his shirt and hovered off the ground.
"That-that sounds good," the woman said as Kala took off into the air, carrying Kenjo behind her. She dropped him off somewhere near the other side of the city, leaving him with the statement, "I suggest you don't do that again. If you ran into my father while you were doing that, well, let's just say you would be enjoying the afterlife by now."
Kala flew towards Capsule Corp. once again, but stopped short when she felt a strong blast of wind coming from behind her. Kala turned around sharply, but instead of seeing nothing, like last time, she saw a huge green prism. What this prism was she didn't know; and it confounded her and puzzled her to no end. "What the hell is that?" she muttered to herself quietly as she floated towards it. She wrinkled her eyebrows in confusion; she didn't like being ignorant, not one bit. As she neared it, she actually felt a faint ki coming from inside of it. However, her curiosity got the better of her and she continued to come closer to it until she was within touching range. Kala bent in to feel it, but at the instant she touched it, she was violently thrown in to it!
"Well. I never would have thought it would have been this easy," a voice said through the glass. Kala turned around inside the glass to see a figure; it was a man in his early twenties maybe with cold black eyes and a grin matching in coldness. His blue hair was spiked up drastically. His body was well toned and fit. He floated through the air towards her. "I never thought it would be this easy to obtain the Saiyan princess. I surely thought her father would have taught her to be more cautious," the strange man said to her.
"What the - who the hell are you?" Kala exclaimed as she punched the prism in vain. It only shook, and a wave of pain fell upon her.
"I don't suggest you do that. Whatever damage you do to that prism just reflects back upon you. Even ki blasts," he added after a pause. Kala looked infuriated.
"I'm going to kill you!" she yelled thorough the prism, but her cries were muffled.
"I'm sure. It was nice what you did for that woman. Of course, we'll have to work on that being nice thing, but what the hell."
"You - you sicko! What are you, some Saiyan child molester or something? Dende!" Kala cried out in defiance.
"Don't worry. I'll grow on you. I'll have to, considering you're going to live with me, and the two others I've pre-chosen.
"What! Pre-chosen? What's that supposed to mean? Who are you, anyway? And how to you know whom my father is? And how-"
"Shut up, baka girl," the man said dangerously soft. "To answer one of your questions, I am Koshiro. I am, of course, a Saiyan. What Saiyan doesn't know that you are the daughter of the mighty Prince Vegeta?"
"Wait, you mean there were more Saiyans who survived the destruction of Vegeta-sei?"
"Hai. Many more, my dear Kala. Myself being one of them. My mother fled the planet days before that baka Freiza imploded it. She had her suspicions; it was good she left so early. I was soon to be sent away. My mother, however, died a few days later, leaving me to fend for myself. I was half starved by the time I learned to obtain food. Usually, that was just by killing someone, but sometimes, you ran into something special."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Kala asked after it was evident that Koshiro was finished.
"You'll learn in time, my dear. Tell me, what do you feel when you kill?" Kala flinched at this and her ki started to flare.
"Why do you ask, Koshiro?" she said coldly.
"Just wondering. I know you killed that nanny of yours because of that silly dream I implanted into your head."
Kala was taken aback by this. "What?" she shrieked. "How is that even po-"
"Possible? OH, it's very easy to get into the dreams of the weak minded," he said cruelly. Kala glared at him coldly as memories of that fateful night came flooding back to her for the second time that morning. "Now, excuse me for the interruption, but I really have to be going. And so do you, I'm afraid. You don't know how I'm looking forward to this. Three young Saiyans, fresh and lively to train all I want! To mold to the fullest extent! You wouldn't believe what its like to mold someone into the very image of yourself," Koshiro said, glee filling his now almost childish voice. "How I look forward to it…" he said as his voice trailed off into barely a whisper. "Oh well. Have to be going now," he said as he floated over to the prism and placed his palm on the surface. He removed his palm, and a panel appeared with an assortment of different colored buttons arranged in rows. He pressed a few buttons, Kala having a look of pure fear on her face. (Oh come on. WE all know and love it. It's the look of fear all the DBZ characters get when they're shocked, afraid, yadda, yadda, yadda…) "Say goodbye, Kala," Koshiro said and then it was all fear, and all darkness, and then nothing.
Ok, it turned out to be longer than I expected, but that's a good thing, I guess. Next chapter is when the romance happens. (I hope) I keep going on and on… it gets very annoying. *lol* Hope to have chapter 4 up soon.
Until then,
Princess Kala
