They remained quiet till they walked well outside the village. It had been a good hour or so she figured. She was tiered. Had been for weeks. But she wouldn't say as much. She was hungry too. But she wouldn't say that either.
Then he stopped when she reached a creek within the woods. He sat and she sat a good distance back against a tree struggling at the restraints placed on her.
"If they won't come off why bother?" He asked, his back still to her.
She grunted. "Fuck if I know."
He turned to face her, head cocked to the side and eyes narrowed. "My name is Trunks for a more formal introduction...I assume you have a name?"
She continued to work at the silvery bands without looking at him and not letting on the shock at his now soft voice compared to the strong demanding one he displayed earlier. "You want to know you're fucking slaves name?"
Trunks laughed. "If you still think I bought you as a slave then you haven't been paying all that much attention."
This forced her to look up at him for a moment but she looked back at her wrists after a very short while. "Andora." She said.
He smiled. "Well...now I know what to call you at least. Listen, I don't know how to get those horrible things off of you but my mother might back at home..."
Andora cut him off with a laugh. "Trunks Brief." She chuckled then looked at him amused. "You're mother must be the infamous Bulma Brief."
Trunks was a bit taken aback. "Well...yes..."
"Don't look so shocked. I was fucking free as a bird before those jackasses came along and doped me up. Shoulda seen it coming..." She shook her head. "That's besides the point. I got around and read a bunch of shit about her. She's supposed to be some kinda genius...so you're the son huh? The one everyone says is supposed to be just a great as her and most eligible bachelor or something? Heir to a fortune and a genius at that."
Trunks blushed brightly. "Well umm...my mother is smart...and...uh..." He scratched the back of his neck nervously. "The magazines embellish a bit." He laughed nervously.
Andora raised an eyebrow then went back to work on her cuffs. "You know for a guy who was about to beat the shit outta that cracked out announcer and who I heard fucked up the last few announcers pretty bad you are way too shy...and fucking modest at that." She was quiet for a little while. "Think your mother could really get these damned things off me?"
"I would bet on it!" Trunks said proudly with a smile. "But we'll head out tomorrow. It'll be dark soon and something tells me it's been a while since you've slept...or ate." He stood up and dusted himself off then looked around a bit. Walking over to a slightly more open spot he took another capsule out and then tossed it a good distance from him.
Andora didn't jump or flinch when the capsule burst with a loud pop. When the smoke settled there was a small house in its wake. "Travel light?" She asked. "Money, a house and Lord knows what else."
Trunks laughed lightly. "Come on. Foods inside. You can have the bed. I'll take the couch." He walked into the house and left the door open for her.
Hesitating slightly Andora considered again her options. There was no way Trunks did not think she might run away. It was a heavy risk or was it more of a risk for her. She had heard of him. He had an interesting reputation to say the very least. Perhaps Bulma could get the cuffs off. She stood and walked over to the house pausing before stepping inside.
"Living it up in the capsule house." Andora said as she looked around. The small house was nicer than anything she had ever lived it that was for sure.
"It's small but nice." Trunks said simply as he moved about the kitchen.
Andora snickered. "Small but nice." She sat lazily in one of the chairs at the table. "And look who's the happy home maker." She smirked.
Trunks was thankful his back was to her because she once again made him blush but he knew that wasn't all that difficult. He remained silent and set food on the table allowing her to help herself. He too sat, across from Andora, and began to eat but he noticed the rate at which she ate. It was obvious Trunks had been correct. She hadn't eaten in a good while or at least not much.
And she looked angered as she ate. When she finished she looked at Trunks who was in no hurry to finish and concentrated on his plate. "I suppose I owe you a thank you...didn't get these cuffs off but got me away from king pimp back there." Trunks nearly choked on his food when she said that and she laughed. "What?" She asked when he glanced up at her.
"Nothing..." He mumbled.
"Like you honestly thought that I would simply be a slave. HA!" She said loudly. "The males...maybe...the females...well, I could have been made into a decent workhorse but you and I both know that I was a fucking whore up for sale to the highest bidder." She laughed lightly. "Tell ya the truth though I would have offed myself before I let them even touch me." She said through clenched teeth.
He was watching her as she spoke now and saw the anger and disgust in her face. She was right. Trunks knew full well what their intentions towards her were and that knowledge made him sick. How anyone could be so cruel he didn't know and she was right also in feeling that death would be better than that because she would have been dead either way.
"I'm sorry." Trunks said in a low whisper.
Andora only laughed. "What the hell do you have to be sorry for? You went up there and basically slapped that bastard in the face." She looked thoughtful. "After these fucking things are off I think I need to run a little crusade of my own and stop those assholes once and for all. Shit...that's how I landed myself up there in the first place but that ain't happening again."
"You were trying to stop them?" Trunks seemed intrigued now.
"Fuck yeah! I caught wind of what was going down, saw a little show and got pissed off beyond belief. So I set some people free, fucked up some plans, stole some cash and handed it out to the detainees and next thing I hear is there is a fucking price on my head! How about that? Wouldn't be the first time but fuck I didn't think anything of it. Got too cocky I guess because I never had to worry. Always held my own no problem but those little pricks fucking got hold of these cuffs. Never heard of such a thing. Knock me out somehow...I don't know how or who but next thing I know I'm on the other side of these fucking bars."
Nice language Trunks thought but the point was made. "Then you must be the other one. Someone told me a while back that they would come after me and make me pay for setting those people free just like they got the other like me."
She nodded. "Yeah well, you got an advanced warning bucko so I would take that to heart. They aren't just fucking around. They make a killing off of their little business and something bigger is at the head of this. Bigger than me and bigger than you."
"What do you mean?" Trunks asked in curiosity.
Andora leaned forward. Those impossibly green eyes equally impossible to read. "Do you feel it?" She whispered. "The evil is still here only it's different now and it has power that you can feel this time, not like before."
Trunks eyes widened. "You know about powers and energy?"
She leaned back again and nodded. "Example. Your power jumped a little in that crowd a few times. Once when they brought me out, once when you saw my face, once when they started their torture and then again when they continued the torture but it continued to grow as they pressed on."
This was all true. "And you've been following this power...this evil?"
Andora nodded. "You bet...so have you but you just didn't know it. It's behind the auctions and so much more."
Now Trunks nodded. "I see..."
"Not to be rude but I'm f..." She paused noticing Trunks' face as she was about to curse. "I'm really tired." She corrected herself.
Her simple act cause Trunks to smile brightly. "Sure...umm..." He pulled a few more capsules out of his pockets.
"What are you? Loaded?"
He laughed. "My mother sent me off with plenty of supplies. She gave me the house, money, tools and such but also went out and bought tons of new clothes for me to give out. I started with like fifty of these things and I'm down to five now." He looked at each one then seemed to find what he wanted. "Here we go. I have no clue what's in them so I leave them to you."
"Hmm..." She took them from him. "Welp, lets see what we have here." She threw a few of them to the floor and they burst like the house with a much smaller pop.
Trunks watched as she knelt to the ground and dug through the cases. He noticed she easily dismissed the more frilly things for less showy clothes and even took some guys clothing that was smaller. Not one you would take for an evening out he had to figure but still he knew she would look amazing in anything she wore.
After sorting through all five boxes she pulled out a number of items holding them in a bunch in her arms she stood and turned to Trunks. "Bathroom?"
Snapping out of his daze Trunks looked up. "Huh? Oh...down the hall. It's right next to the bedroom. I'll just get my things out of there." He stood up and Andora watched him warily.
"You do that. I'll be in the shower then I'm going to sleep." She said still watching him as they walked. Andora knew he was staring but she shrugged it off. A lot of people stared at her.