Here's chapter 137! Thanks to Rawrzx3, DarkReina, Leon Venxus and The Rocha for all the reviews on chapter 136! Thanks also to Hamza9236 for the review on chapter 89.
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of its characters, Akira Toriyama does!
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"Appreciate you coming after me, Commander, " Daiz declared.
He chuckled at the sour look that came over the Kardanagan's face.
"Hey, I appreciate you and Gohan as well."
Gartoas merely snorted but the demi-Saiyan shot him a grin.
"I had nothing else to do at the moment, " Turles quipped.
Now the sour look was worn by the Kabochan while the former bandit snickered.
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The pink hare-ling was completely dumbfounded at the power and strength of the fragile-looking being they had thought to be an easy target. Her fickle fellow prison occupants were now loudly cheering on the furious daughter of the Ox-king. Chi-Chi had seized the unfortunate rodent-being by her long ears and was repeatedly slamming her head into the hard stone floor.
Bulma watched in horror as she could only imagine what the penalty for fighting would be in this accursed place. At that precise moment something struck the young genius in the back of her head. After gingerly touching her hair Bulma stared at her right hand that was now streaked with smelly yellow grease. No doubt the guilty party was the orange feline lifeform that was laughing out loud as it pointed a claw in her direction.
The bluenette calmly walked over to the table where the cat-creature was seated before their meal. She reached down and dumped the tray of food into the feline's lap. When the now outraged alien leapt onto the table she overturned the trays and spilled beverages of several prisoners who had also been seated at the same table. Complete bedlam quickly ensued, food and drinks were flying about throughout the dining area as the occupants were slinging around everything they could get their hands, paws, claws and every possible appendage capable of a grip on.
An alarm sounded and several armed guards quickly put a stop to the actions of the most boisterous of the food and beverage flinging crowd. It didn't take long for the remainder of those participating in the melee to desist as well. The once tidy dining area was now littered with empty trays, plates, utensils and puddles of various liquids with mounds and mounds of food interspersed between the mess.
A portly, short green beetle-like alien stomped into the room. His already enormous eyes appeared to bulge even further as he took in the sight before him. He wiped at his obviously starched white uniform as if it had been soiled at the mere proximity of the litter strewn floor and tables.
"I SEE I MISTAKENLY BELIEVED "LADIES" WERE HELD HERE! WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS OUTRAGE!" the insectoid roared.
Bulma blinked in surprise at such a booming voice coming from such a diminutive being. She then managed little more than a terrified squeak as the entire motley group of alien prisoners pointed at..HER AND CHI-CHI!
"Aw that's nothin, Prisonkeeper! This one ere' tried ta slaughter me she did! Ah just offered er' a bit o' my Ladiss cake er' being new an' all an' tha' crazy wench attacked me she did!" the pink hare lifeform insisted as she shook an accusing finger at Chi-Chi.
"Gadela's right! And then her friend there dumped poor Anasay's food in her lap for no reason at all!" a purple simian being cut in. The orange feline forlornly nodded her head while she received comforting pats on her left shoulder from the ape-ling.
"AND THEN SHE STARTED THROWING FOOD!" a trio of yellow wasp-like entities trilled. Each of them pointed directly at Bulma.
Before she could utter a word in her defense Bulma found the Prisonkeeper standing before her, " I was warned you two were troublemakers! You're going to learn how we handle your kind here!"
The beetle-being was beside himself that he was forced to look up at the Earth female. It was difficult to be intimidating staring just above a malefactor's knees!
"Since you obviously enjoy WASTING FOOD by throwing it around. You can enjoy CLEANING UP the horrific mess you made and I don't care HOW LONG IT TAKES!" the prisonkeeper shouted.
Bulma blanched at the sheer abundance of scattered plates, trays and utensils as well as the piles upon piles of food that littered the floor around her. How could she EVER clean up all this alone?
"And as for YOU!" the furious insectoid continued as he pointed a finger at a nervous Chi-Chi. "You can go to the kitchen and help prepare the REPLACEMENT FOOD for everything the two of you RUINED!"
A furry gray lupine guard seized Chi-Chi's upper right arm and began propelling her towards the prison's vast kitchen.
Bulma let out a weak whimper as two items that obviously were cleaning implements were shoved into her hands. She wanted to scream in utter righteous indignation but instinct warned against such a response.
"Get moving Girlie! And don't worry I'll supervise!" a vermillion cricket- like lifeform jibed.
The creature gave an annoyed clicking noise as Bulma gave it a stare of utter venom...
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"So, have your numerous sp-uh...contacts informed you where our escapees have managed to run off to?" Daiz questioned.
"Of course. Chi-Chi and Bulma are enjoying the unparalleled sumptuous accommodations of Brentarr Prison, " Turles chortled.
The Kabochan felt a flutter of concern for the blue-haired female but it quickly faded. Hadn't she walked away without giving him a second glance as he was dragged off to face a death sentence?
Turles didn't miss the conflicting emotion that was clearly visible in his crewman's expression.
"Glad ah' don' ave ah worthless wench causin' me grief!" Gartoas huffe
"Any woman that could tolerate your presence would deserve to be commended for her ability to do so, Gartoas " Turles remarked.
Both Daiz and Gohan quickly stifled the laughter that threatened to erupt from them at a raised eyebrow from their commander.
Gartoas glowered but kept quiet.
"Master Turles, we're not leaving Bulma and my mother in a prison are we?" Gohan asked warily.
"No, Gohan. But I will let them remain there for a while to regret their decisions, " the dark-skinned Saiyan replied.
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The head of the prison kitchen watched in amazement as Chi-Chi darted about the room filling pans and bowls effortlessly as if she had made a habit of preparing enormous amounts of food. Instead of being in the way as the plump green arachnid being perceived the Earth female would be she kept the food line running smoothly as if such a task was commonplace for her.
"Sit down an' take a break , darlin'. You've done the work of four of my usual staff. I'll get you a decent snack to enjoy too for all your work."
Chi-Chi was stunned to hear a word of praise but she gratefully took a seat. She'd been cooking for hours! A wave of relief went through her as the plate set before her by the kindly cook was filled with strange but delicious fruit and warm crusty bread. In addition a tasty bowl of soup with some sort of blue vegetables was placed beside it.
Bulma was not faring as well as her cohort. She rubbed at the small of her back that was begging to ache after the relentless sweeping and scrubbing of the dining hall floor. Not only was she exhausted but her empty stomach was loudly protesting its lack of nourishment.
The cricket guard sighed, "I guess that'll do, the cleanin' 'bots'll finish the rest. Let's see if the kitchen has anything left for you to eat."
"And try not to throw anything around or you'll be right back out here cleanin'" the alien spitefully remarked.
It took every ounce of Bulma's self control to resist giving the annoying insect a well-deserved slap.
The green arachnid's demeanor with Bulma was completely the opposite of that she had displayed with Chi-Chi. Learning of the "waste" the young scientist had reportedly caused made the head cook seethe. Sheer hunger made Bulma devour the thick yellow stew and crumbly bread placed in front of her but the last spoonful held...an glistening eye with a green iris and large black pupil that seemed to stare up at her. After letting out a horrified screech Bulma clapped her hands over her mouth and raced for the nearest trash receptacle.
"OOPS!" the arachnid being cackled...
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Until the next chapter!
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