Chapter 52 – My Little Saviour
"Miss Bulma!" Gohan cried out the moment she crashed to the ground.
Her body was trembling, her eyesight was blurred and her head was pounding, however, despite this, she tried her best not to collapse completely, tried her best to stay on her hands and knees.
Out of the corner of her eye, Bulma could see a small figure barrelling towards her, but he was nothing more than a blob of black and white. Regardless, she still knew it was Gohan. Nobody else on the battlefield was his height, nobody else had his voice. She wanted to tell him to get out of there, to go to the shelter and stay safe, after all, it was Jeice and Burter they were fighting, but no matter how badly she wanted it, Bulma couldn't bring herself to speak, couldn't say the words to tell him to go.
The moment he was in front of her, noticing that she barely had the energy to even lift herself, Gohan helped her sit back and kept a tight hold of her in case she collapsed. And although she could barely even see, the look of worry and fear on his face was still obvious. He was so like his father. Like with Gohan, Bulma wouldn't have had to see his features to know that he was worried.
"Are you okay?"
If it had been anyone else, Bulma would have snapped, demanded to know if she looked all right, but because it was Gohan she remained quiet.
His small hands were on her shoulders, keeping her steady. It was strange that a four year old kid was helping her sit, was stopping her from falling to the ground. How pathetic must she look? Bulma wanted to laugh at herself, but couldn't for she knew that Gohan secretly needed her, knew that despite her being the one being helped, he was desperate for somebody to stop him from drowning. All of this bloodshed and hatred wasn't meant for children, it wasn't meant for anyone, no matter what some people believed!
Trying to give Gohan a smile, Bulma lifted herself slightly. However, just as she was about to say something, her senses went off, warning her of a danger and not only that, but Gohan's eyes widened in horror, noticing something behind Bulma that was approaching, fast.
Grabbing Gohan, Bulma barely made it in time as she pulled him against her tightly and rolled out of the way of the ki blast. Where the hell had that come from? Still holding the boy against her protectively, she looked around, only to stop short at the sight of over fifty of Frieza's soldiers joining the battle. Some were looking up in awe at the battle between Burter and Raditz as well as Turles and Jeice, whilst others were watching Bardock warily, obviously knowing of his reputation as being unforgiving out on the battlefield.
However, a smaller group of them, no more than five or six (it was still hard for her to focus properly) were staring at her and Gohan just like Jeice and Burter had, like they had won some sort of fantastic prize. Not for the first time, Bulma cursed her uselessness, at the fact she was too weak to even protect both herself and Gohan properly. As though sensing her distress, Bardock was by her side immediately, his eyes never leaving his enemies. Some of them were trying their best to stand their ground, but when Bardock's glare hardened, when he bared his teeth in a vicious snarl that sent shivers up Bulma's spine, they hesitantly took a step back.
Bardock was an elite, even back before the planet Vegeta–sei had been destroyed Frieza knew of him. He knew that Bardock was the one who always completed missions early, who earned him a lot of money. However, despite knowing this, Frieza had still sent Dodoria to try and kill him the same time as the pink bastard defeated his squadron. And now, now that Frieza knew Bardock was still alive and one of the leaders of the Rebellion Army, he had a large bounty over his head. Bounty hunters everywhere salivated at just the thought of being able to capture him, at the mere sound of his name, just like they did with Vegeta, like they did with Bulma.
"Stay behind me." Bulma whispered to Gohan, her lips barely even moving as she glared at the warriors opposite her.
She had been in many situations such as this one, but Kakarot had always been by her side. In all honesty, Bulma had never fought alongside Bardock in a battle, only sparred with him or watched and sometimes, she wasn't even allowed to watch him fight! Well, when she was younger she hadn't been allowed to watch him for her not only her parents, but quite a lot of people, thought that he was much too ruthless, that he would set a bad example or scare her.
What if, whilst she and Bardock were fighting, she messed up? They hadn't sparred together in years and not only that but Bulma wasn't too sure about his fighting techniques and abilities, either. Was he more speed than strength? Did he enjoy going straight for the kill, or did he prefer to drag it out? Would he want to lead and she follow, or would he want her to attack first? All of these things… just thinking about it made Bulma's head hurt. With Kakarot, she didn't have to think about these things since they had been teammates for so long, they moved so perfectly in sync. Fighting with him was as easy as breathing!
Whilst trying to calm her racing heart, Bulma slowly stood up, one of her hands held out behind her and ready to grab Gohan if she needed to get him out of there. The kid was strong, but he wasn't strong enough to take them all on at once, to be able to do that, he needed more experience. Hell, today he had had his first real battle!
Suddenly, as the wind picked up, one of the warriors took a deep breath, his beady black eyes narrowing as he did so. When he spoke, his voice was thick with an accent, but nowhere near as obvious as Jeice's. "You have two different scents on you."
Both Bardock and Bulma stiffened ever so slightly, although hers was more obvious than his and because of that, none of them paid any attention to the way his eyes were narrowing, the way his fists were clenched and trembling or how his tail was bristling around his waist. The man was a sniffer. Some people called them trackers, though. Finally, levelling the man's gaze with her own steady gaze, Bulma replied, "I don't see how that concerns someone like you."
"Someone like me, you say?" The man chuckled, a couple of his comrades also chuckling. "I don't see how we're any different, you and I."
"Do not compare me to you." She spat and the only thing keeping Bulma from charging and pummeling the bastards into the ground were the small hands holding onto the backs of her thighs. Taking a deep breath to calm herself so that she didn't do anything reckless, Bulma spoke once again whilst still glaring at the man. "The thing that separates us is that fact you willingly work for that lizard." Many of the warriors bristled at her words, sounding their anger at disrespecting their lord. "You willingly take part in unforgiveable acts just to please that repulsive monster!"
Another man, this one much more intimidating with his tall and muscular build stepped forward, his right arm raising. However, the man didn't open his palm or charge a ki blast – which made Bulma momentarily frown – instead, he clenched his fist and aimed the contraption that was secured onto his arm straight at her. "Watch your mouth, you filthy little whore."
His voice was quite possibly the deepest she had ever heard, but it didn't daunt her and neither did his stature. The look he was giving her had nothing on the ones she had previously seen, although, with the gun that was currently aiming at her, Bulma felt a pang of fear and panic shoot up her spine. If she dodged, Gohan would get hit and even if she managed to grab him in time, a part of his or her body would still be hit. Bulma knew she wouldn't have the time to turn and pick him up before dodging, no matter how fast she was. There was no way of telling how fast the weapon could shoot until it was too late, but Bulma knew that since it was from Frieza's empire, it was probably ridiculously fast and powerful.
"Take your own advice." Bardock retorted, his stance widening as though he was preparing to blast straight into them.
"You're Bardock, right?" A third man called out, his rounded eyes never seeming to blink as he watched them all, completely unnerving Bulma. When he received no answer, the lean man continued. "You have caused quite the problem for Lord Frieza, Bardock." He spat his name like it was some kind of curse. "Sending your pathetic little rebels to try and create an uprising, but surely you must understand that nobody who was sane would want to oppose Lord Frieza?"
Bardock smirked. "Perhaps I'm just insane, then."
Looking up at him warily from the corner of her eye, Bulma tried to look for any signs that he may attack, but despite the deadly smirk, Bardock was stoic, he was unpredictable and dangerous. She thought back to their training sessions together, back to when he had taught her, but it was hard. They hadn't sparred or trained together since she was fourteen!
"Bulma," He suddenly spoke, his voice low so only she and Gohan could hear him, "can you fight yet?"
"I…" Bulma started before frowning. "I can try."
He nodded once. "Just don't do anything reckless and keep both yourself and Gohan safe."
With that, he shot forward.
The way Bardock moved between his enemies as he slaughtered them had her eyes widening, had her taking an unsteady step back right into Gohan, who looked just as shocked by the sudden violence. They had always known of Bardock's ferocious streak and knew it wasn't something to mess around with, but actually seeing it? Bulma felt a shiver run up her spine as she watched Bardock literally rip somebody's head off of their shoulders before throwing the head at another warrior, who looked ready to faint as he was unable to dodge it and because of his inability to move, it hit him in the face, the force throwing him backwards and knocking him out cold.
She wished she could tell Gohan to close him eyes, to run and not look back, but to do so would be dangerous and stupid, especially as the same group of five warriors turned back to look at her, the man who commented on the different scents on her giving her a sadistic smirk.
"Gohan…" Bulma said slowly, taking another step backwards and forcing him to move with her. She could tell the young boy was worn out, as was she, but Bulma knew that despite this, they had to keep fighting. Lowering into a defensive stance, she took a deep breath before ordering in a low, yet desperate voice, "Gohan, run!"
The moment the words had spilled from her lips, Bulma shot forward at the speed of a bullet, her fist drawing back as she forced herself to stay focused. She sensed Gohan stay where he was for a couple of seconds before taking a hesitant step back, wondering if he should stay or go, like Bulma wanted him to.
Not having time to yell at him, Bulma instead wished for the best, wished that he would do as she ordered and thought only of himself. She wanted him out of there; she wanted him safe and unharmed. It was with this thought that Bulma suddenly phased in front of two warriors, smashing their heads together with brutal strength, their skulls cracking and earning her loud cries of pain. However, their cries fell on deaf ears as Bulma blasted them and continued on her way, doing everything she possibly could to keep them away from Gohan.
As her eyes locked with a set of furious, jade green eyes, Bulma pushed away yet another one of her now dead enemies and moved towards the owner of the green eyes. It was another woman and though she wasn't as beautiful as Kurochi had been, there was something exotic about her, especially with her shockingly purple hair. Perhaps woman was the wrong word, Bulma thought with a frown as she moved closer. This girl looked no older than fifteen. Hell, she hadn't even started to fill out yet!
"I don't want to fight you." She suddenly spat, seeming almost cat–like as she crouched over and brought her hands in front of her chest, her fists clenching.
Bulma narrowed her eyes. "And why is that?"
"You're of no importance to me." She told Bulma whilst slowly backing up. "You're not the one I need to kill." As she said this, her green eyes slid over to Bardock, who currently had his foot planted in the middle of a warrior's back. There was a dark glint in his eyes as he gripped a hold of the warrior's arms and pulled, earning him a sickening crack. To this, Bulma couldn't help the slight shudder that ran through her body. "That… that bastard killed my brother, Tsuyoshi! I heard him… I heard him die. I heard my big brother die!"
For a moment, Bulma's eyes softened as the girl looked close to tears before they hardened once again, just like her opponent's. "I'm warning you now that you won't stand a chance against Bardock."
"I don't care what you have to say!" The girl screamed hysterically before darting away, heading straight towards Bardock and in response to the new threat, his head snapped up, his eyes wild.
It took only one blow to kill her.
A part of Bulma was saddened, but she quickly pushed her emotions away, knowing that this was no place for sentimentality. The moment she turned, however, she felt something lock around her neck the same time something locked around her wrists and for a second, Bulma could do nothing more than look down at the new additions before her eyes widened in shock.
Shit!
Shit! Shit! Shit!
Just as Bulma realised what they were, she felt her energy drain away, felt herself growing weaker as her knees started to shake, as she struggled to keep standing. No matter how much she tried to remove the restraints, nothing would work. The only thing Bulma managed to do was break her nails as she clawed at them, her own blood covering the metal.
Three warriors were suddenly surrounding her in a triangular formation, causing her to look between each of them warily, her wariness only growing when she recognised the one who had commented on her scent. Lowering her arms to her sides, she took a deep breath, trying to keep herself from screaming, from doing something completely stupid like attacking like a cornered, terrified animal because if she did attack, there was no doubt she would lose.
"No!"
Bulma screamed desperately as two of Frieza's soldiers grabbed her arms whilst the other grabbed her legs. Together, they all managed to pin her to the ground and even though they seemed to delight in seeing her struggles as well as hearing her voice her horror and fear, Bulma couldn't shut herself up, she couldn't resist the urge to fight back, especially when two more warriors appeared and each grabbed a leg, spreading them whilst the first one to grab her legs moved upwards, pressing his face into her neck and inhaling her scent.
Pulling back with a grimace on his face, the sniffer (as Bulma dubbed him) looked over his shoulder at the Saiyans.
"What is it, Ao?" One of the warriors holding her arms demanded.
Ao looked back down at Bulma, his nose wrinkling. "She smells like Bardock, but just like I thought, there's another scent on her. It's stronger than Bardock's, but his scent is covering it, so I can't tell who it belongs to."
Bulma's heart was in her throat as her eyes went from one warrior to another. They were all holding her tightly, tight enough to leave painful bruises that were already forming. Thankfully, because of their promise, it didn't seem as though Vegeta was looking through their bond. Bulma wasn't sure if she would be able to cope if he saw how pitiful she was, how weak she was. It was disgusting that she needed saving from such low classed warriors such as these.
"Is it the kid's scent?"
Ao pulled another disgusted face. "Don't be an idiot, Dei! Why the hell would she have her own son's scent on her like that?"
Another warrior chuckled darkly (the one who was holding one of her legs). His hands were unnecessarily high and continued moving higher, but considering these were all Frieza's soldiers, it didn't really surprise her. She had seen Vegeta's memories and knew that they were all disgusting. "You're a sick fucker, you are, Dei."
"Enough, Gumo," Ao snapped before pinning down Bulma's hips more forcefully, but it only seemed to increase her struggles, making it more than obvious that she did not want to be touched there.
"Stop it!" She yelled, not being able to keep the sob out of her voice.
How the hell had they managed to get the damn ki restraints on her without her noticing? Better yet, why the hell were they carrying them around? Suddenly Bulma felt like slapping herself. They were here to try and take Vegeta back to Frieza and everyone knows that he would not be one to go willingly, so they would have to subdue him some way or another. It made her angry knowing that they would treat him like some sort of crazed animal and it was making her even angrier that they were treating her that way, too.
His face was almost pressed to her crotch now, filling Bulma was shame and self–disgust as she found herself unable to fight back, unable to get the bastards off of her. What sort of warrior did that make her? An awful one, that's what kind.
Suddenly, his head snapped up and his eyes widened with horror and fear.
"She's Prince Vegeta's mat–" But before Ao could continue, he was interrupted.
"Get off Miss Bulma!"
And suddenly, just like that, Ao was gone and when she looked up, Gohan was fighting him with a livid, primal look in his eyes.
It was a look she had seen many times and every time it showed itself, his power level would shoot up and he would have a sudden jump in energy that allowed him to protect those he held close. However, Gohan couldn't control that power. She had seen that many times. The first time had been when Kakarot had been unconscious and Chi–Chi called her, asking for help and the second had been on the ship to Kōkan when they had all been stressed, angry and fighting.
A hand moving up her legs brought Bulma out of her thoughts.
"So how many Saiyans have you fucked altogether, hm?" Dei purred, his hands running over and on the inside of her thighs. "Considering most of them are long gone, there's, what, five, maybe six? You're such a filthy, wild thing, aren't you? I bet you've been with all of them."
She wanted nothing more than to rip his hands off and shove them down his throat, to tear his head from his shoulders, but all Bulma could do was lay there and glare at him, for not only was her ki restrained, but she was still pinned down. Without her ki, she was even more useless than before, even weaker and even more pathetic. However, even though she didn't have her strength, even though she was being groped by her repulsive enemies, Bulma still had her arrogance, her pride and since bonding with Vegeta, it had only grown.
So with that thought, Bulma spat in Dei's eye before speaking in a low and deadly voice, "Fuck you."
There was an angry snarl before Bulma felt her chest plate being roughly removed and as she realised this, she started panicking, started thrashing even more violently than before, but they paid no attention to her. Instead, Dei wiped his eye of her spit before reaching into his thigh holster, pulling out a weapon that had Bulma's eyes widening and her body shaking with fear. Why hadn't she noticed his thigh holster before? Why hadn't she noticed the knife that was now cutting into her under–armour, tearing it away from her hip?
"I think we should give her something that brands her as the Saiyans' whore, so that anybody who goes near her will know that she's been with filthy monkeys, that she's used and disgusting and most likely diseased." Dei muttered, his tone taking on a much darker tone now.
At the sound of his hidden order, the warriors pinning her down pressed down even harder, to the point of almost crushing her bones whilst Dei positioned himself between her legs and hovered over her and despite her efforts, Bulma couldn't break their holds, couldn't even bring herself to cry out for help.
However the moment the knife sunk into her hip and started to move, her blood curdling scream had them all shuddering and wincing, had them staring down at her in shock, but even as they did, Dei continued like she hadn't even made a sound. There was a malicious grin on his face, a hint of insanity in his eyes as he carved into her skin and by now tears were falling down the sides of her face, into her hair and the blood that was oozing from her new wound felt as though it was burning her skin.
She cried, she screamed, she begged for them to stop, but they wouldn't listen to her. Instead they chuckled menacingly.
Even though she had received other, more serious wounds, this one, Bulma knew was definitely going to scar her and not only physically.
There was something different about his weapon, about his knife. Not only did it cause pain, but it felt like it was burning whatever he was engraving into her skin so that it stayed there, forever scarring her, forever reminding her that she was the Saiyans' whore, that she was used, that she was disgusting.
The hold on her only tightened as Bulma continued to shake, trying to get Dei off of her, but in response, Bulma's head was lifted before it was slammed back into the ground, dazing her and causing her vision to once again blur as the back of her head grew warm. She turned her head to the side weakly; not wanting to see what was being carved into her. Whatever it was, it seemed to be taking forever and Bulma just hoped that it would be over soon.
As they continued, Bulma couldn't help her vicious thoughts, couldn't help wondering where the hell her friends were, where her family were. What about Kakarot? He was supposed to have done a ritual that forced him to protect her! He should be feeling everything she was currently feeling, so where was he? Where… where was Vegeta? Yes, they had agreed to focus on only their own battles… but she still would have gone to him if she sensed he was in danger. Even though she wouldn't have done any good, she would have done everything within her power.
Dei pulled back to examine his work, a sickening smirk on his lips as he stroked the thick lines he had cut into her, smearing her blood over her skin with his thumb before licking his thumb clean. He looked fascinated with whatever he had marked her with, seemed absolutely proud of himself. "You're so beautiful." He murmured before his expression darkened. "It's a shame you decided to fuck the monkeys. But tell me," Dei's voice dropped to a whisper as he was suddenly leaning forward, trying and failing to make her look him in the eye, "where are your Saiyans now?"
"They're right here." A cold voice spat before Dei was all but ripped from Bulma.
As soon as Dei was on the ground, a foot was placed to his windpipe a moment before it was completely crushed, leaving the warrior to clutch pathetically at his throat and try to breathe. However, it seemed Bardock was in an extremely unforgiving mood as he simply left Dei there to suffocate and the second his eyes locked onto the other warriors', they all blanched and shot up, immediately releasing Bulma.
She didn't move though. Instead, she stayed lying there with silent tears slipping down her face, dripping off of her nose and onto the grass she was lying on. The look in her eyes was hazy, glassy, unfocused, like she wasn't there mentally. Bulma didn't even hear Bardock as he quickly dispatched of the warriors that had been pinning her down, she didn't even see him approaching her.
Bardock's eyes widened with shock at the sight of Bulma's hip. There was too much blood to see what her wound was, but it was quite clearly a stab wound and it was oozing blood. Not only that, but on her upper arms and thighs were already forming bruises, making it obvious that the men who had been holding her down had been too rough. There were even marks leading up her thighs and moving inwards!
"Dishonourable bastards," Bardock seethed before shooting up into the sky, his hands locking around Ao's ankles before slamming him into the ground.
Gohan seemed shocked at the sudden interference, but he was grateful for it, for he had been growing extremely tired and felt as though he was about to collapse from exhaustion. Just as he reached the ground though, the smell of blood reached his nose. It shouldn't have shocked him, considering they were in the middle of battle, but it was the fact that it was Bulma's blood and that it smelled as though there was a lot of it.
His eyes scanned the area, almost instantly locking on a head of blue hair. Just as he found her, the sight of the woman caused him to pause, caused his eyes to fill with tears and caused him to stop breathing. Was Bulma… dead? Gohan shook his head. No! She couldn't be dead. It just wasn't possible. Forcing himself to look closer, Gohan swallowed hard at the sight of her blood… there was so much of it… as his eyes moved up, as he saw the shallow rise and fall of her chest, he snapped out of his trance and shot over to her, just barely missing a stray blast that earned him a loud yell from Raditz to watch himself.
When he reached Bulma, Gohan couldn't help but let his tears fall. She wasn't dead… but her eyes looked it and the look frightened him. Instead of showing his fear, however, he went to help her sit up, only to have his wrist caught before he was pulled back roughly.
"Don't touch her." Bardock warned him.
Gohan frowned. "Why? We need to help her!"
Bardock shook his head, lowering to the ground on his knees beside Bulma and looking into her eyes. "She's detached her mind, Gohan. If you touch her now there's a chance she'll think you're her enemy and the moment Bulma realises that she has hurt you, she'll hate herself. You don't want to cause her more pain, do you?"
The boy's eyes filled with even more tears before he sniffed rather loudly. "W–what does it mean?"
"What does what mean?"
At the sight of Bardock looking up at him, of his eyebrows furrowing, Gohan tried his best to stop his crying. After all, it wasn't something his father would do, was it? No. It wasn't. His father would stay strong. He would stay strong for Bulma. She was his father's best friend, so he had to be strong for her! "You said that Miss Bulma detached her mind… but I don't know what that means."
There was a sigh as Bardock stood up, looking around and trying to sense if there were any more enemies lurking around, just waiting for the chance to ambush them. Now that they were a warrior down and Gohan was completely exhausted, they needed to keep an even sharper eye on their surroundings. "It means she's separated her mind from her body. It's the mind's way of protecting itself."
"I heard my mom talking," Gohan frowned and he immediately had Bardock's attention, "she said… said that Miss Bulma was messed up in the head. Is that the same thing?"
Something dark flashed in Bardock's eyes, but since Gohan was staring at Bulma, he didn't see it. "Don't listen to your mother." He couldn't help the harshness of his voice, even when it startled the boy. "Bulma isn't messed up in the head, she has a mental illness. Do you know what that means?"
He nodded slowly, unsurely. "I–I think so."
"Just because she is bipolar, it doesn't make her messed up in the head, just remember that." He told Gohan, his voice more serious than the boy had ever heard before. Bardock wouldn't say it, but he knew that if Bulma heard Gohan saying such a thing, it would crush her. "Your mother should know better than to say such things."
"I–It was a long time ago." Gohan admitted, his eyes once again going to Bulma. "Back when Miss Bulma hated me and my mom."
Again, Bardock sighed as he felt his anger slowly fading away. "It still doesn't change what I said, Gohan." There was a small pause before he spoke again. "And whilst she may have disliked your mother, Bulma never hated you."
"Why did she dislike my mom?"
Bardock simply shook his head. "You're just a child, you won't understand."
This time, it was Gohan's eyes that something dark and angry flashed through, causing the older warrior to raise a challenging eyebrow at him. "You're all always saying that I'm just a kid!" He snapped, not seeming able to control his sudden anger. "But if I were just a kid, I wouldn't be out here!"
"That's not the same." Bardock replied with a shrug of his shoulders before looking up in time to see Burter crash to the ground.
"Keep your eyes on the birdie!" Raditz yelled before darting forward.
As Bardock shook his head again, this time, it was with disbelief. "I don't know where the hell he came up with a name like that for an attack, but it's pitiful."
Gohan's anger faded as he instead frowned and followed Bardock's eyes. "I don't think it's that bad a name." He argued. "Uncle Raditz is the birdie and…" For a moment, Gohan could only watch with wide eyes. "Wow! How did he get so fast?"
The sound of groaning took both Bardock and Gohan's attention away from the battles in the sky and back down to Bulma, who was now gritting her teeth and squeezing her eyes closed before her features once again smoothed out. Only this time, her eyes stayed closed.
"Miss Bulma!"
"Stop, Gohan!" Bardock growled as he once again dragged Gohan backwards and away from grabbing Bulma. "She's only unconscious. You can still feel her energy, can't you? It's only when you can't feel her energy that you should start to worry. The pain she's feeling must be extreme, which is most likely why she just passed out."
He was sniffling again, Bardock noticed as he slowly released the boy, but he didn't pay him any notice and instead looked back to the battle, just in time to witness Raditz once again charging another powerful blast and aiming straight for Burter, who was trying to stand out of the crater his body had formed. Just like Burter, Raditz was also looking worse for wear and it seemed to be taking a great amount of effort for him to keep himself standing.
Even though he was emotionless on the outside, Bardock couldn't help but feel proud as he watched Raditz shoot forward, his eyes locked on Burter's wide ones. The energy that he had gathered surrounded his hand in an electric white light and the sound coming from it was almost painful to hear. Bardock didn't know how Raditz could stand to have such a loud noise so close to his ears, especially since he was so far away and yet he could feel it clawing at his ears! It was so loud that it had Gohan covering his ears, had both Turles and Jeice pause in their battle and because of how loud it was, nobody could hear what Raditz had been saying, but they could see his lips moving.
"I told you to keep your eyes on the birdie."
And just like that, he shoved the blast directly into Burter's face.
A/N - Okay, I haven't had the chance to edit this chapter, yet. I mean, I've quickly skimmed through it and stuff, but still.
Preview To The Next Chapter: 'Surprise, Surprise!'
The moment he entered the clearing, Vegeta spotted Captain Ginyu. It was kind of hard not to see him, really. Who else had purple skin and big horns? Well, besides Frieza and King Cold, who had big horns? Shaking the unimportant thoughts from his head, Vegeta lowered himself to the ground, immediately pulling Captain Ginyu's attention away from torturing one of the rebels.
Vegeta didn't know the name of the rebel and he didn't care enough to learn it. However, he somewhat pitied the man who was trying his best to pull himself to his feet whilst glancing at Vegeta gratefully. The thought of somebody being grateful made him want to scoff. If Ginyu hadn't been the rebel's opponent, Vegeta would have never stepped in and instead just passed by without a second glance. This was the life of a warrior and if you couldn't handle it, then you had no right to call yourself one.
"Well, well, well! If it isn't the little monkey Prince."
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