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Chapter Seventeen; A Second Look
Shannon watched Vegeta yell at 18, demanding she tell him everything. 'I don't understand how Bulma stands him…' she thought to herself, 'He's so pushy.' She sighed, nothing was going to be resolved here at this moment so she might as well find something interesting to do. She began wandering the palace halls, this was only her third or forth time here in the past three years, and she had yet to be allowed to wander. 'And being as curious as I am…'
Coming to a rather dark hallway she thought briefly about going back, 'What am I afraid of? I'm a Sayian for Kami' sake.' With a determination she didn't quite possess she kept on, not really caring where this tunnel lead, as long as she got to the end.
Her footsteps echoed off the cold stone walls as the torchlight danced around her creating an atmosphere worthy of a horror novel. She gulped but pressed on.
"Who's there?" came a strangled voice from a dark corner.
Shannon yelped and peered into the darkness, she had come to the holding area! "Who are you?" she asked.
There was a mirthless snort, "I'm in the deepest, darkest cage this place has to offer, who do you think I am?"
Shannon glared in the direction of the sarcastic voice, "I have no idea."
"Moron."
"Watch it buddy…" Shannon warned.
A flash of light lit up the room and Shannon gasped. There before her was a ragged man crouched in a cold dank cell. A lose forest green gi hung off his figure, indicating that he hadn't been eating well. 'He looks like he's given up…' she thought, trying to figure out what would have reduced a warrior to this, an existence without any form of training. She knew she herself would never have been able to survive it. Her heart went out to the man with what should have been beautiful black hair and matching eyes. A tail hung lifelessly on the ground beside him.
"Who are you?" Shannon repeated.
The man looked at her, and an emotion resembling concern flashed across his face, "You don't know who I am?" he asked standing up. He didn't understand why this girl wasn't running away in sheer fear. His actions towards Bulma, though he knew he wasn't responsible, were completely unacceptable. No woman should have to go through what Bulma had. 'I don't understand why they just don't kill me. Possessed or not, I deserve it…. Bulma will never forgive me now…'
She shook her head, "I don't."
The man reached through the bars and made as though to stroke her face, but pulled his hand away at the last second throwing his head back with a feral scream. Shannon jumped back suddenly afraid of this handsome stranger.
He looked at her with wild eyes, "Go… Get out of here before I do it again!! GET OUT!!" He screamed.
Shannon, scared out of her mind turned and ran as fast as she could.
~*~
"My name is Babidi, as I know that blond freak," he gestured to 18 who was talking to her twin brother 17, "told you I am a magician." He looked Bulma and Goku over closely, "You," he raised a wrinkled hand to Goku, "Mean nothing to me, your coming here is pure coincidence. One that I fully intend to use mind you." Babidi said with a smirk.
"What do you mean?" asked Goku more confused then afraid.
"You male are too much work. That one on the other hand," he pointed to Vegeta's crumpled figure, "Ah yes… he could be wonderful."
Bulma glared at the magician, "Why?" she didn't like the idea of this little fish/gerble thing talking that way about the man she was bonded to.
Babidi raised an eyebrow, "Female, do you really expect me to give away all my secrets at this point in the game? I'm not that stupid, telling you will only result in trouble latter on."
He walked back to King Vegeta's throne and picked up a long staff he had placed there. Turning back to Bulma and Goku he pointed the staff at them with a smirk, "Now I will show you all just what kind of game I intend to play!" There was a flash of red light and Bulma felt very strange.
~*~
Night fell and Shannon found herself once more in the dungeons. She made her way silently to the cell of the man she had met earlier. 'He's so handsome…' she thought, disgusted at herself for being so weak around a male. But it was okay, it he was asleep, wasn't it? She knelt down by the bars and stretched out her arm reaching for his face. She gasped as she touched his forehead, something shot through her. Something she didn't understand. 'Why…. Why do I feel so evil…? What's wrong with me…?' she gasped and fell to the ground unconscious beside Yamcha's still sleeping figure.
~*~
She blinked and opened her eyes; she was standing in front of a full-length mirror looking half awake. Something was very wrong; she searched through her memory, but couldn't find it! Everything was gone! She turned around in every direction searching for someone, anyone that could help her. Her wide blue eyes finally came to rest on a small funny looking man, "Who am I..?" she asked, her voice shaking.
The man smiled kindly and patted her shoulder, "You are my daughter, Bulma."
A smiled graced her lovely face, that name sounded right, she cocked her head to one side. The man didn't look right, but what choice did she have? She had no one else to believe. She remembered nothing.
"My darling daughter, I have something for you to do… Someone had vexed me horribly, and I need you my dear, to get him."
Bulma nodded, not really noticing Goku's waking figure, "Who is it…father?" she asked having a hard time with the last word.
Babidi pointed one small finger at a man who seemed shrouded in fog, "Him." Bulma nodded, the man with the pointy hair. She tried to look at his face, but she couldn't make out the details. She shrugged, his face wasn't important; anyone that hurt her father in anyway needed to be dealt with. She smirked this would be so easy…
~*~Vegeta woke with a start as he felt slim hands run up the sides of his body. He shivered and scanned the room for any sign of life. Finding none he passed it off as his imagination combined with his grief over losing Bulma. He settled back against the pillows trying to make himself comfortable, and soon began to drift off to sleep.
As dreams began to fill his weary mind, hand trailed themselves down his body resting on his lower stomach. He groaned as the hands moved lower and lower until….
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I think I'm gonna get yelled at for that ending…. AH! Come on guys don't fail me now! Send in some suggestions! ignis000@sympatico.ca ! Help me out! PLEASE!!! Thanks so much!
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