Kristen: Hey! Hopefully you're enjoying the fic so far. I'm trying.
Nothing much to announce, so with the usual disclaimer, I present
chapter 3. Also, I own Zerren.
"Vegita, please.."
"Yes?"
"I." Dear Kami, he was going to kiss her. His lips were almost on
hers.
"ENTERING PLANET'S ATMOSPHERE," an electronic voice called out. Vegita
jumped off Bulma, irritated. He stormed to the lower level. Bulma sat
up.
'He was going to kiss me,' she thought, looking down at the sheet then
at the ladder. 'Does that mean he likes me?'
"WOMAN! HURRY UP! WE'RE LANDING!"
"I guess not," she sighed quietly, still somewhat confused as to
Vegita's actions. She made her way to the lower level.
As she descended down the ladder, she saw Vegita staring at the screen
in his usual stance. Arms crossed and glaring. Bulma was about to take
the final step when the ship began shaking. It threw her off balance
and onto the floor. Vegita turned his head, looked down at her,
hmphed, and turned his attention back to the screen. The ship stopped
shaking with a drop. They had landed.
"We're far away from any village so you'll be able to fix the ship in
peace," Vegita said, still looking at the screen. " While you do so,
I'll go and get some supplies." He walked over to the door and opened
it with a loud whooshing sound. Bulma slowly got up and walked up
behind him. She timidly raised her hand to touch his shoulder when he
abruptly turned around to face her. His face serious, showing no
emotion.
"I cannot stress this enough, woman, but I want you to stay in this
ship. Do not leave it for anything."
"But.."
"No buts. Listen to me, despite how peaceful the inhabitants here may
seem, that doesn't mean that aren't other dangers."
"What sort of dangers."
"Just take my word! You don't want to know," he answered. His eyes had
a knowing look in them. It only angered the blue-haired scientist.
"Fine!" she huffed. "Just be that way!"
"Woman! Just fix the ship and stay inside!" And with that, Vegita
turned and left. Bulma stared out the door for a moment before
shutting it. She stomped over to the control panel.
"Who does he think he is?! Acting like he's my boss! The nerve of
him!" She leaned on the console, placing her chin in her hands. "But
then again, he seemed kinda concerned. Does that mean he cares?" Bulma
shook her and stood up.
"What am I thinking? Look at myself. Acting like a schoolgirl with a
crush. I'd better get to work if I ever wanna go home."
She began working.
What seemed like only a few minutes to Bulma, as she was so into her
work, was only several hours when she came out of oblivious state.
Vegita was still gone and she was closer to fixing the ship. She
decided to take a break.
Bulma was on the verge of going to the top level when a clanging sound
emitted from the door. She looked at the door.
'Is that Vegita? Is he back?' She slowly walked over to the door and
was about to open it. She stopped. Was that really Vegita? The sound
came again.
'It is,' she resided but with a back thought. 'At least I hope.'
She pushed the button. The door opened.
"Vegita," Bulma called softly as she stuck her head out. No reply. A
shuffling sound came from some nearby bushes. Bulma saw a silhouette
run by in the bushes. She was about to go chase after it when a
thought occurred to her. She didn't know if that was even Vegita for
sure. The incident with the burglar played in her mind. Gravity
defying hair disappearing into some bushes changed her mind just as
she was about to shut the door.
"Vegita?" She called out after him. He didn't respond. He turned to
his side and waved his arm beckoning her. Did he want her to follow
him?
Brushing away her doubt, Bulma followed him into the bushes.
As she emerged from the bushes, she noted that Vegita was nowhere in
sight. She heard several steps ahead of her. She followed the sound.
Vegita was not getting away from her.
"This had better be important, vegetable head," she muttered under her
breath as she ran.
Eventually Bulma caught up to Vegita. He had stopped in a clearing in
the middle of some woods. He was staring at her as she stepped out
into the clearing.
"There you are. Why'd you drag me out?" Bulma asked as she walked over
to him. She stopped. Again, something was way off.
It struck her like lightning. His eyes! They weren't black. They were
a dark violet color.
"What's wrong?" the supposed Vegita asked. His voice bearing a slight
accent. Something Vegita didn't have. He smirked.
"You're not Vegita! That's not even his smirk!" she screamed as she
stepped back. He was slowly advancing towards her.
"So you figured that out. Took ya long enough." His accent coming
through and his voice coming out smoother and menacing.
"What do you want?" Bulma cried, taking another step back. She was
about to bolt when he pushed her down. He towered over her.
"You don't know? You've never heard?" Bulma shook her head. He kneeled
in front of her, reaching his arm over to her. She flinched as he
grabbed a lock of her hair. It was almost as if he was studying it.
"Such odd coloring. Never seen anything like it before. Almost
exotic." Bulma gasped as his hand moved from her hair and wrapped
itself around the back of her neck. "I bet you'd fetch a pretty price
in the market."
"Nani?" Bulma breathed as her hand began searching the ground for any
form of weapon.
"You mean you've never of slave traders?" She shook her head.
"Amazing. Well, luv, you're about to find out first hand." He pulled
her closer, his face several inches from hers. He breathed in her
scent.
"You smell lovely," he breathed in her ear. "I'm just wondering if
you'd taste good as well. Shall we find out?"
Bulma's eyes widened. She began struggling, trying to escape his
grasp. It was no use. His hold on her was solid, unmoving. He pulled
his head back and smiled at her, which was none too reassuring.
"Go ahead. Struggle all you want. In fact, go ahead and scream. It
doesn't make any difference. No one can hear you and even if they did,
they wouldn't help. They're all too afraid of me. So why don't give us
a kiss?" He brought his lips down to hers.
Her hand was still searching around. Then she felt something. A rock!
It was big enough. She grabbed it. Then swung it around, catching the
imposter on the side of his head. He released his hold on her. Bulma
quickly jumped away from him. She was about to make a beeline out of
there when she noticed the guy. A small, metal object fell off of his
face. His features began changing.
His skin slowly changed from a dark tan to a light green. The gravity
defying hair fell into shoulder-length, dark green, spiky locks. The
trademark spandex suit phased to off-white, sleeveless, open tunic
tucked into a dark brown belt. Underneath he wore loose, black pants
that were tucked into knee-high, black boots. On his hands he wore
finger-less, black gloves. He slowly stood up from where he kneeled.
His right hand covering the right side of his face. He gave her an
evil smirk.
"So now you get to see my true self. You know, it's an extreme rarity
for those to see my real face. Consider yourself lucky. Or maybe not."
He stood up and shrugged, removing his hand from his face. His face
snarling in anger as he inspected the blood on his hand. "Either way,
YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR THAT! YOU LITTLE BITCH!"
He quickly lunged at her. Without any hesitation, Bulma bolted to the
woods. The hunter stood up and stared into the path. A smiled played
on his lips.
"So she decided to run. This should make it all the more interesting,"
he mused softly as he took off in a different direction.
Bulma's lungs burned. She was running as fast as she possibly could.
She stopped to quickly catch her breath. Strange. She didn't hear her
pursuer Maybe he'd given up. Bulma waited another moment. Still
nothing. The only sound she heard were from what she'd guess to be
birds.
'I guess I did lose him,' she thought triumphantly. She looked around.
She put her finger to her lip, thinking. "Now how do I get back to my
ship?"
"Don't know. But I do know the way back to my ship. Care to join me?"
Bulma spun around only to see him casually leaning on a tree.
"But how." she stammered, stepping back. Now she was definitely
afraid.
". Did I beat you here? Is that what you were going to ask?" Bulma
slightly nodded. He pushed himself off the tree, stalking towards her.
"Easy luv. Rule one: know your surroundings. I have this whole forest
practically committed to memory."
He stood in front of her. Bulma couldn't move. Her body was ignoring
her commands to get away. It was as if she was paralyzed with fear.
Her mind screamed at her as she trembled slightly. He looked down at
her and smiled.
"Come on now, its time for us to leave." He stopped, shrugged, and let
out a small laugh. "How inconsiderate of me, I'm afraid I haven't
introduced myself. They call me Zerren." He reached a hand out and
softly touched her cheek.
"And whom might you be, lovely lady?"
"What do you care? You're just gonna sell me anyway!" Bulma cried,
trying to back away. Zerren's hand quickly moved from her cheek and
grabbed her hair. He pulled her towards him, her body slamming into
his. Bulma looked up at his face. He was wearing an evil smile.
"Now, now, darling. I would just like to know the name of the one who
brought a hefty sum of money." He gripped her hair harder. "NOW TELL
ME!"
"It's Bulma," she squeaked.
"Bulma," he repeated. "That's different. Well 'Bulma', mayhaps we
should be on our way. But first, how 'bout a kiss?"
He pulled her head back. His lips descended onto hers. Bulma couldn't
stand it. This monster was going to rape and sale her. She couldn't
let that happen. She'd rather be dead. He forced her mouth open with
his tongue and plunged inside. An idea formed in Bulma's mind. She
brought her teeth down on his tongue, hard. Copper tasting liquid
filled her mouth. He abruptly released her. Causing her to jump back a
step.
"You bitch!" he coughed. Without any warning, he struck her across the
face. Sending her flying into the ground, landing on her side. Moaning
in pain, she brought her hand to her face where she'd been hit. She
looked up at Zerren. He was glaring at her. Slowly, his glare changed
to a deadly grin. He closed his eyes and shook his head.
"Such a fiery spirit, that you have." He opened his eyes. "But a word
of warning. There are many that won't tolerate such 'defiance'. They
would punish you far worse than I'm going to. In fact, my punishment
for you will seem like a lovers touch compared to theirs."
Bulma unsteadily stood up. It was now or never. "And what would your
punishment be? Sleeping with you?" She was sent flying again. Only a
second after landing, Zerren roughly grabbed her by her shirt,
bringing her up. He then punched her in the stomach and let go. Bulma
fell to her knees, coughing. The punch was incredibly hard. It knocked
the breath out of her. Zerren kneeled down next to her, his right hand
grabbing the side of her face.
"Might as well give it up. I know what you're trying to do. I'm not
going to kill you. So you might as well face the reality of the
situation. You've lost. I will have you and then I will sale you. You
have no choice in the matter," he whispered into her left ear. Then he
stood up, smiling. Bulma stared up at him, now horrified.
"How 'bout this? You please me and maybe I can sell you to a nicer
owner."
"You're a monster!" Bulma screamed as she tried crawling away from
him. He frowned for a moment then grabbed her arm, standing her up.
"You know you aren't helping yourself any by calling me names. Now we
must really be going. We've got quite a distance to travel." He
started dragging her off. Bulma, now truly afraid, did the only thing
that came to her mind.
"HELPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
A troop of guards walked around a figure with a black cloak. The hood
was over the head and black material covering the nose and mouth.
Shadows from the hood covered his eyes.
"Your Majesty, we're almost to the ship. We'll be leaving this planet
then," one of the guards told the cloaked figure. A nod was all that
the guard received. Suddenly the cloaked figure stopped. The guards
stumbled into each other, having not expecting their leader to stop so
suddenly.
"Your Majesty?" a guard started to question, but was silence when the
cloaked figure raised one hand.
"I thought I heard something," the person answered, his voice soft,
smooth, and that of a male. He turned his heads towards the forest,
concentrating. He turned. There! He heard it again. It sounded as if
someone was calling out for help. His feet floated off the ground.
Then he rushed towards the forest, leaving a trail of dust in his
wake. The guards stood there, baffled
"What just happened?"
Zerren couldn't stand it anymore. The woman's screaming was greatly
getting on his nerves. He stopped walking and grabbed her by the
shoulders.
"Would you shut up. I told you. No one is going to help you. So give
it up!" He screamed in her face. Bulma's only response was..
"HELPPPPP!!!!!!"
"That's it!" He pressed a nerve in her neck, effectively silencing
her. She slumped in his arms. He picked her up and flung her over his
shoulder. He turned and was about to make his way to his ship when he
saw a figure through the corner of his eye. He stopped and turned,
again.
"May I help you?" Zerren asked, his voice menacing.
"I don't believe she belongs to you." Zerren looked over at the
sleeping beauty slung over his shoulder. Then returned his look at the
newcomer.
"I don't how that concerns you. It's not if you had any say in her
fate."
"You're a slave trader, I take it."
"What's it to you? You want to buy her?" Zerren smirked. The cloaked
figured lowered his head and stood silent for a moment. He then raised
his head back up.
"I'm afraid you're not going to make a profit from her," he said, his
voice serious.
"And why is that, pray tell?" Zerren asked, setting Bulma on the
ground.
"Because I won't let you," he calmly answered. Zerren took a fighting
stance.
"Oh yeah? I wouldn't count on that!" he cried as he charged towards
the figure, his right fist pulled back with the intention of hitting
the stranger. He swung and struck air. "Nani?"
"If you value your life, I ask that you quit now and leave the girl
be," the newcomer spoke, from behind him. Zerren quickly turned
around.
"I see that this is your answer. Pity." A kick to the jaw sent Zerren
flying back. He quickly jumped back up as he landed. Enraged, he
lunged again, only to have his fist meet air, again. Something hit him
in the back, sending him falling forward. He pushed himself into a
sitting position.
"What a cheap shot," Zerren grumbled. He growled as he saw the figure
lift Bulma into his arms. Zerren jumped up and was, again, going to
charge when the newcomer raised his hand. The air around Zerren
wavered as he felt himself being thrown back with such an incredible
force. Everything went dark for him as he crashed into a tree.
The mysterious man looked down at the young woman in his arms. She was
breathtaking. She had beautiful shoulder-length blue hair and pale
skin. He could only imagine what her eyes looked like. He looked up,
turned, and started walking off, only to disappear with a gust of
wind.
The guards still stood confused. They were discussing what they should
do when a gust of wind drew their attention. They turned around only
to see their leader cradling a woman.
"Your Majesty, what happened?"
"Are you alright?" another guard piped up.
"I am fine. I heard her screaming. We must get her some medical
treatment," he said while looking down at the woman. Bruises were
beginning to appear on her skin.
A guard stepped up from the group. "But Sire, it is imperative that we
leave. You have a busy schedule ahead of you."
"Then she'll come with us."
"But she could live here!" Their leader shook his head.
"No. She doesn't look like one of the inhabitants," he said
thoughtfully.
"But.."
"Do I have to make this a command?" he snapped.
"No Sire." The guard bowed his head.
"Good. Then let us return to the ship." He looked up at the sky,
noting some storm clouds. A small breeze caught the hood of his cloak,
pulling it back slightly. Revealing a pair of beautiful, deep green
eyes.
Vegita landed in front of the ship. Among landing, the first thing he
noticed was that the door was open. He stepped into the archway.
"Woman?" He called out hesitantly. No answer. He ran into the ship.
"Woman?" Still no answer. His eyes scoured the ship. He couldn't sense
any ki levels.
"Woman, where are you?" He asked softly, his voice slightly shaky. He
took a step backwards. He turned and stood outside of the door.
"WOMAN?!!!!!"
He sat in the command chair, waiting.
"Sire, we're now leaving the planet. Shall we carry on the original
course?" A man at one of the control panels turned around to look at
his superior. The man at the chair nodded his head and the subordinate
turned his attention back to the controls.
"Yes. We shall continue our schedule. Then we'll return back home."
To be continued.
Kristen: Hi minna. Hopefully the story's getting better with the
addition of new characters.
Speedy: Ahem. *holds up her DVD of Sorcerer Hunters*
Kristen: (who is very nervous at this point) As I was saying. My muse,
Speedy, has requested that I give a brief summary of the next chapter.
So here it is. *grabs a sheet of paper and begins reading* In the next
chapter, we find out who this mysterious stranger is and Vegita begins
his search for Bulma. Thus begins the quest for hidden feelings,
secrets, untold truths, and a fight for love.
Aden: It's unquestionably a quest for all time.
Speedy looks mad. Kristen Jumps.
Kristen: Don't look at me. *points at Aden* He's the one that said it.
Aden: Oh man. *runs off*
Speedy takes off after Aden, wielding his stick. He throws the DVD.
Kristen catches it.
Kristen: *sigh* Damn internal voices. Oh well. Ja ne, minna.
Nothing much to announce, so with the usual disclaimer, I present
chapter 3. Also, I own Zerren.
"Vegita, please.."
"Yes?"
"I." Dear Kami, he was going to kiss her. His lips were almost on
hers.
"ENTERING PLANET'S ATMOSPHERE," an electronic voice called out. Vegita
jumped off Bulma, irritated. He stormed to the lower level. Bulma sat
up.
'He was going to kiss me,' she thought, looking down at the sheet then
at the ladder. 'Does that mean he likes me?'
"WOMAN! HURRY UP! WE'RE LANDING!"
"I guess not," she sighed quietly, still somewhat confused as to
Vegita's actions. She made her way to the lower level.
As she descended down the ladder, she saw Vegita staring at the screen
in his usual stance. Arms crossed and glaring. Bulma was about to take
the final step when the ship began shaking. It threw her off balance
and onto the floor. Vegita turned his head, looked down at her,
hmphed, and turned his attention back to the screen. The ship stopped
shaking with a drop. They had landed.
"We're far away from any village so you'll be able to fix the ship in
peace," Vegita said, still looking at the screen. " While you do so,
I'll go and get some supplies." He walked over to the door and opened
it with a loud whooshing sound. Bulma slowly got up and walked up
behind him. She timidly raised her hand to touch his shoulder when he
abruptly turned around to face her. His face serious, showing no
emotion.
"I cannot stress this enough, woman, but I want you to stay in this
ship. Do not leave it for anything."
"But.."
"No buts. Listen to me, despite how peaceful the inhabitants here may
seem, that doesn't mean that aren't other dangers."
"What sort of dangers."
"Just take my word! You don't want to know," he answered. His eyes had
a knowing look in them. It only angered the blue-haired scientist.
"Fine!" she huffed. "Just be that way!"
"Woman! Just fix the ship and stay inside!" And with that, Vegita
turned and left. Bulma stared out the door for a moment before
shutting it. She stomped over to the control panel.
"Who does he think he is?! Acting like he's my boss! The nerve of
him!" She leaned on the console, placing her chin in her hands. "But
then again, he seemed kinda concerned. Does that mean he cares?" Bulma
shook her and stood up.
"What am I thinking? Look at myself. Acting like a schoolgirl with a
crush. I'd better get to work if I ever wanna go home."
She began working.
What seemed like only a few minutes to Bulma, as she was so into her
work, was only several hours when she came out of oblivious state.
Vegita was still gone and she was closer to fixing the ship. She
decided to take a break.
Bulma was on the verge of going to the top level when a clanging sound
emitted from the door. She looked at the door.
'Is that Vegita? Is he back?' She slowly walked over to the door and
was about to open it. She stopped. Was that really Vegita? The sound
came again.
'It is,' she resided but with a back thought. 'At least I hope.'
She pushed the button. The door opened.
"Vegita," Bulma called softly as she stuck her head out. No reply. A
shuffling sound came from some nearby bushes. Bulma saw a silhouette
run by in the bushes. She was about to go chase after it when a
thought occurred to her. She didn't know if that was even Vegita for
sure. The incident with the burglar played in her mind. Gravity
defying hair disappearing into some bushes changed her mind just as
she was about to shut the door.
"Vegita?" She called out after him. He didn't respond. He turned to
his side and waved his arm beckoning her. Did he want her to follow
him?
Brushing away her doubt, Bulma followed him into the bushes.
As she emerged from the bushes, she noted that Vegita was nowhere in
sight. She heard several steps ahead of her. She followed the sound.
Vegita was not getting away from her.
"This had better be important, vegetable head," she muttered under her
breath as she ran.
Eventually Bulma caught up to Vegita. He had stopped in a clearing in
the middle of some woods. He was staring at her as she stepped out
into the clearing.
"There you are. Why'd you drag me out?" Bulma asked as she walked over
to him. She stopped. Again, something was way off.
It struck her like lightning. His eyes! They weren't black. They were
a dark violet color.
"What's wrong?" the supposed Vegita asked. His voice bearing a slight
accent. Something Vegita didn't have. He smirked.
"You're not Vegita! That's not even his smirk!" she screamed as she
stepped back. He was slowly advancing towards her.
"So you figured that out. Took ya long enough." His accent coming
through and his voice coming out smoother and menacing.
"What do you want?" Bulma cried, taking another step back. She was
about to bolt when he pushed her down. He towered over her.
"You don't know? You've never heard?" Bulma shook her head. He kneeled
in front of her, reaching his arm over to her. She flinched as he
grabbed a lock of her hair. It was almost as if he was studying it.
"Such odd coloring. Never seen anything like it before. Almost
exotic." Bulma gasped as his hand moved from her hair and wrapped
itself around the back of her neck. "I bet you'd fetch a pretty price
in the market."
"Nani?" Bulma breathed as her hand began searching the ground for any
form of weapon.
"You mean you've never of slave traders?" She shook her head.
"Amazing. Well, luv, you're about to find out first hand." He pulled
her closer, his face several inches from hers. He breathed in her
scent.
"You smell lovely," he breathed in her ear. "I'm just wondering if
you'd taste good as well. Shall we find out?"
Bulma's eyes widened. She began struggling, trying to escape his
grasp. It was no use. His hold on her was solid, unmoving. He pulled
his head back and smiled at her, which was none too reassuring.
"Go ahead. Struggle all you want. In fact, go ahead and scream. It
doesn't make any difference. No one can hear you and even if they did,
they wouldn't help. They're all too afraid of me. So why don't give us
a kiss?" He brought his lips down to hers.
Her hand was still searching around. Then she felt something. A rock!
It was big enough. She grabbed it. Then swung it around, catching the
imposter on the side of his head. He released his hold on her. Bulma
quickly jumped away from him. She was about to make a beeline out of
there when she noticed the guy. A small, metal object fell off of his
face. His features began changing.
His skin slowly changed from a dark tan to a light green. The gravity
defying hair fell into shoulder-length, dark green, spiky locks. The
trademark spandex suit phased to off-white, sleeveless, open tunic
tucked into a dark brown belt. Underneath he wore loose, black pants
that were tucked into knee-high, black boots. On his hands he wore
finger-less, black gloves. He slowly stood up from where he kneeled.
His right hand covering the right side of his face. He gave her an
evil smirk.
"So now you get to see my true self. You know, it's an extreme rarity
for those to see my real face. Consider yourself lucky. Or maybe not."
He stood up and shrugged, removing his hand from his face. His face
snarling in anger as he inspected the blood on his hand. "Either way,
YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR THAT! YOU LITTLE BITCH!"
He quickly lunged at her. Without any hesitation, Bulma bolted to the
woods. The hunter stood up and stared into the path. A smiled played
on his lips.
"So she decided to run. This should make it all the more interesting,"
he mused softly as he took off in a different direction.
Bulma's lungs burned. She was running as fast as she possibly could.
She stopped to quickly catch her breath. Strange. She didn't hear her
pursuer Maybe he'd given up. Bulma waited another moment. Still
nothing. The only sound she heard were from what she'd guess to be
birds.
'I guess I did lose him,' she thought triumphantly. She looked around.
She put her finger to her lip, thinking. "Now how do I get back to my
ship?"
"Don't know. But I do know the way back to my ship. Care to join me?"
Bulma spun around only to see him casually leaning on a tree.
"But how." she stammered, stepping back. Now she was definitely
afraid.
". Did I beat you here? Is that what you were going to ask?" Bulma
slightly nodded. He pushed himself off the tree, stalking towards her.
"Easy luv. Rule one: know your surroundings. I have this whole forest
practically committed to memory."
He stood in front of her. Bulma couldn't move. Her body was ignoring
her commands to get away. It was as if she was paralyzed with fear.
Her mind screamed at her as she trembled slightly. He looked down at
her and smiled.
"Come on now, its time for us to leave." He stopped, shrugged, and let
out a small laugh. "How inconsiderate of me, I'm afraid I haven't
introduced myself. They call me Zerren." He reached a hand out and
softly touched her cheek.
"And whom might you be, lovely lady?"
"What do you care? You're just gonna sell me anyway!" Bulma cried,
trying to back away. Zerren's hand quickly moved from her cheek and
grabbed her hair. He pulled her towards him, her body slamming into
his. Bulma looked up at his face. He was wearing an evil smile.
"Now, now, darling. I would just like to know the name of the one who
brought a hefty sum of money." He gripped her hair harder. "NOW TELL
ME!"
"It's Bulma," she squeaked.
"Bulma," he repeated. "That's different. Well 'Bulma', mayhaps we
should be on our way. But first, how 'bout a kiss?"
He pulled her head back. His lips descended onto hers. Bulma couldn't
stand it. This monster was going to rape and sale her. She couldn't
let that happen. She'd rather be dead. He forced her mouth open with
his tongue and plunged inside. An idea formed in Bulma's mind. She
brought her teeth down on his tongue, hard. Copper tasting liquid
filled her mouth. He abruptly released her. Causing her to jump back a
step.
"You bitch!" he coughed. Without any warning, he struck her across the
face. Sending her flying into the ground, landing on her side. Moaning
in pain, she brought her hand to her face where she'd been hit. She
looked up at Zerren. He was glaring at her. Slowly, his glare changed
to a deadly grin. He closed his eyes and shook his head.
"Such a fiery spirit, that you have." He opened his eyes. "But a word
of warning. There are many that won't tolerate such 'defiance'. They
would punish you far worse than I'm going to. In fact, my punishment
for you will seem like a lovers touch compared to theirs."
Bulma unsteadily stood up. It was now or never. "And what would your
punishment be? Sleeping with you?" She was sent flying again. Only a
second after landing, Zerren roughly grabbed her by her shirt,
bringing her up. He then punched her in the stomach and let go. Bulma
fell to her knees, coughing. The punch was incredibly hard. It knocked
the breath out of her. Zerren kneeled down next to her, his right hand
grabbing the side of her face.
"Might as well give it up. I know what you're trying to do. I'm not
going to kill you. So you might as well face the reality of the
situation. You've lost. I will have you and then I will sale you. You
have no choice in the matter," he whispered into her left ear. Then he
stood up, smiling. Bulma stared up at him, now horrified.
"How 'bout this? You please me and maybe I can sell you to a nicer
owner."
"You're a monster!" Bulma screamed as she tried crawling away from
him. He frowned for a moment then grabbed her arm, standing her up.
"You know you aren't helping yourself any by calling me names. Now we
must really be going. We've got quite a distance to travel." He
started dragging her off. Bulma, now truly afraid, did the only thing
that came to her mind.
"HELPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
A troop of guards walked around a figure with a black cloak. The hood
was over the head and black material covering the nose and mouth.
Shadows from the hood covered his eyes.
"Your Majesty, we're almost to the ship. We'll be leaving this planet
then," one of the guards told the cloaked figure. A nod was all that
the guard received. Suddenly the cloaked figure stopped. The guards
stumbled into each other, having not expecting their leader to stop so
suddenly.
"Your Majesty?" a guard started to question, but was silence when the
cloaked figure raised one hand.
"I thought I heard something," the person answered, his voice soft,
smooth, and that of a male. He turned his heads towards the forest,
concentrating. He turned. There! He heard it again. It sounded as if
someone was calling out for help. His feet floated off the ground.
Then he rushed towards the forest, leaving a trail of dust in his
wake. The guards stood there, baffled
"What just happened?"
Zerren couldn't stand it anymore. The woman's screaming was greatly
getting on his nerves. He stopped walking and grabbed her by the
shoulders.
"Would you shut up. I told you. No one is going to help you. So give
it up!" He screamed in her face. Bulma's only response was..
"HELPPPPP!!!!!!"
"That's it!" He pressed a nerve in her neck, effectively silencing
her. She slumped in his arms. He picked her up and flung her over his
shoulder. He turned and was about to make his way to his ship when he
saw a figure through the corner of his eye. He stopped and turned,
again.
"May I help you?" Zerren asked, his voice menacing.
"I don't believe she belongs to you." Zerren looked over at the
sleeping beauty slung over his shoulder. Then returned his look at the
newcomer.
"I don't how that concerns you. It's not if you had any say in her
fate."
"You're a slave trader, I take it."
"What's it to you? You want to buy her?" Zerren smirked. The cloaked
figured lowered his head and stood silent for a moment. He then raised
his head back up.
"I'm afraid you're not going to make a profit from her," he said, his
voice serious.
"And why is that, pray tell?" Zerren asked, setting Bulma on the
ground.
"Because I won't let you," he calmly answered. Zerren took a fighting
stance.
"Oh yeah? I wouldn't count on that!" he cried as he charged towards
the figure, his right fist pulled back with the intention of hitting
the stranger. He swung and struck air. "Nani?"
"If you value your life, I ask that you quit now and leave the girl
be," the newcomer spoke, from behind him. Zerren quickly turned
around.
"I see that this is your answer. Pity." A kick to the jaw sent Zerren
flying back. He quickly jumped back up as he landed. Enraged, he
lunged again, only to have his fist meet air, again. Something hit him
in the back, sending him falling forward. He pushed himself into a
sitting position.
"What a cheap shot," Zerren grumbled. He growled as he saw the figure
lift Bulma into his arms. Zerren jumped up and was, again, going to
charge when the newcomer raised his hand. The air around Zerren
wavered as he felt himself being thrown back with such an incredible
force. Everything went dark for him as he crashed into a tree.
The mysterious man looked down at the young woman in his arms. She was
breathtaking. She had beautiful shoulder-length blue hair and pale
skin. He could only imagine what her eyes looked like. He looked up,
turned, and started walking off, only to disappear with a gust of
wind.
The guards still stood confused. They were discussing what they should
do when a gust of wind drew their attention. They turned around only
to see their leader cradling a woman.
"Your Majesty, what happened?"
"Are you alright?" another guard piped up.
"I am fine. I heard her screaming. We must get her some medical
treatment," he said while looking down at the woman. Bruises were
beginning to appear on her skin.
A guard stepped up from the group. "But Sire, it is imperative that we
leave. You have a busy schedule ahead of you."
"Then she'll come with us."
"But she could live here!" Their leader shook his head.
"No. She doesn't look like one of the inhabitants," he said
thoughtfully.
"But.."
"Do I have to make this a command?" he snapped.
"No Sire." The guard bowed his head.
"Good. Then let us return to the ship." He looked up at the sky,
noting some storm clouds. A small breeze caught the hood of his cloak,
pulling it back slightly. Revealing a pair of beautiful, deep green
eyes.
Vegita landed in front of the ship. Among landing, the first thing he
noticed was that the door was open. He stepped into the archway.
"Woman?" He called out hesitantly. No answer. He ran into the ship.
"Woman?" Still no answer. His eyes scoured the ship. He couldn't sense
any ki levels.
"Woman, where are you?" He asked softly, his voice slightly shaky. He
took a step backwards. He turned and stood outside of the door.
"WOMAN?!!!!!"
He sat in the command chair, waiting.
"Sire, we're now leaving the planet. Shall we carry on the original
course?" A man at one of the control panels turned around to look at
his superior. The man at the chair nodded his head and the subordinate
turned his attention back to the controls.
"Yes. We shall continue our schedule. Then we'll return back home."
To be continued.
Kristen: Hi minna. Hopefully the story's getting better with the
addition of new characters.
Speedy: Ahem. *holds up her DVD of Sorcerer Hunters*
Kristen: (who is very nervous at this point) As I was saying. My muse,
Speedy, has requested that I give a brief summary of the next chapter.
So here it is. *grabs a sheet of paper and begins reading* In the next
chapter, we find out who this mysterious stranger is and Vegita begins
his search for Bulma. Thus begins the quest for hidden feelings,
secrets, untold truths, and a fight for love.
Aden: It's unquestionably a quest for all time.
Speedy looks mad. Kristen Jumps.
Kristen: Don't look at me. *points at Aden* He's the one that said it.
Aden: Oh man. *runs off*
Speedy takes off after Aden, wielding his stick. He throws the DVD.
Kristen catches it.
Kristen: *sigh* Damn internal voices. Oh well. Ja ne, minna.
