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Title: Should I Stay or Should I Go?, part VI of A Saiya-jin Odessey
Author: trunksgf513 n trunksgrl06
Hestia didn't come back that night, leaving Trunks alone on his bed to stare at the ceiling. For almost three hours he hadn't moved a muscle, his eyes remaining locked the same spot on the ceiling, thinking about the dream. It had seemed so real, and due the fact that the place where his father had been imprisoned was in his own palace, Trunks had found his reaction to be perfectly acceptable. Though, Hestia had been right. It did sort of seem like he had a lapse of sanity. For the first time in almost three hours he moved, rolling over onto his side to stare at the ground.
"Why did I do that?" he groaned softly, closing his eyes.
A few seconds later he opened them to meet Hestia's night clothing - a belly-revealing shirt with long pants. His frown grew deeper, the clothes giving him a mental picture of her body in them. He grit his teeth together, the feelings running rampant within him confusing him to no end. With a quick jerk he sat up, pushing off the bed and walking hastily towards his closet.
As he flung open the door to look for his royal battle attire he allowed the dreams he had been having over the past few nights to run though his mind. They became more intense as time went on, and each time he dreampt his father would plead him more to find him. Trunks growled, sliding armor over his head and adjusting it on his chest. It was like he was being told something, but he couldn't decipher exactly what.
He slammed the door closed and walked through the bedchamber to the door that lead outside. Turning around to take one last look at his quarters he opened the door and stepped out, heading towards the docking bay.
"That jerk, I can't believe him. What a fucking pig!! I should have never gotten involved with him...I should have known he would be like his father." Hestia muttered incessantly, walking forcefully down the hallway. Any Saiya-jin in her way had stepped aside quickly, not wishing to have their hearing damaged or destroyed by her loud yells.
As she continued down through the castle she failed to notice the darkening of the hallway and the increasing heavyness and humidity of the air around her. Finally she stopped, her nose picking up a foul smell that she would never forget. When she looked up she tensed, recognizing the hallway she once walked in when she was a slave. Turning slightly she saw a beaten up door that had obviously been there longer then it should have. It was open slightly, the room inside pitch black.
Hestia walked towards the door slowly, memories of her days as a slave returning to her - the abuse from Vegeta, the lust she held for Trunks, the friendship with Sutea that had been forged from the pain of similar losses. She swallowed the lump in her throat and opened the door, the hinges creaking slightly.
Instantly her nose was greeted with the same musty, disgusting odor that lingered outside, only here it was stronger. She wrinkled her nose and groped the wall for the switch with the chipped and broken switch plate cover. She flipped it, hearing a slight sizzle as the lights went on over her head. It was barely bright enough to see, but it wasn't as though Hestia didn't know where everything was. After all, how could you forget a room where you were held captive for over a year?
Slowly she walked in, pushing the door open with a lot of effort. She remembered what Trunks had told her one time about the slave-room doors: they were made of a material that only the Saiya-jins themselves could open from the inside. If the door slammed on her, she would be stuck there for a while. Once the door touched the wall she turned around to look at the beaten beds that she and Sutea had once called theirs. Without thinking Hestia walked over to the bed and knelt down, running her hands over the sheets. They were a dirty white, signifying they hadn't been cleaned in a while. Carefully she peeled back the top blanket, revealing some spatters of blood on the sheets. It was now blatantly obvious the sheets hadn't been replaced.
As if she was holding a slug she threw the blanket back on the bed and stood up, eyes fixed on the small dots of blood. She could remember it like it were yesterday. Her eyes closed momentarily and she bit her lip almost to the point of drawing blood. Memories of her earlier days here were filled with things she wished she had never experienced. Opening her eyes she once again set them upon the droplets of blood. Some time before Vegeta had left he had beaten her and given her the wounds from which that blood had flowed.
Balling her hands into fists she turned her back on the bed and walked towards the small kitchennette that was part of their bedroom. She looked it over. Four small cabinets above and below the two sinks, a small countertop, and to the side, four tea mugs. She smiled, remembering when she had leaned against the counter and talked with Trunks while Sutea and Goten made out on Sutea's bed. Her smile faded at her memory's mention of Trunks.
A bang distracted her and she looked up, seeing Sutea laying on her old bed, looking under it. She looked at her former roommate, confused. Obviously she hadn't seen Hestia because she would have greeted her. Hestia stood up and walked over to Sutea slowly. She stopped at the foot of Sutea's bed, watching the teenage girl who was fully concentrating on whatever she was doing under the bed.
"What're you doing?" Hestia asked suddenly. Sutea jumped, her hands sliding out from under the bed and her head lifting to look at Hestia. She breathed a sigh of relief, noticing it was only Hestia.
"Looking for that book." Sutea answered eagerly, smiling. Almost immediately she looked down, resuming her search for the item she desired.
"What book?" Hestia queried.
"That one with the description of the Hope Stone in it." Sutea mumbled, practically shoving her head under the bed. Hestia had to restrain herself from laughing. Sutea would go to any length to gain knowledge. Finally she sat up straight, holding a rather thick, leather-bound book in her hands. "Got it!" she yelled triumphantly.
Hestia rolled her eyes, turning towards the door. There was one last place she wanted to visit before even thinking of returning to the bedchamber she and Trunks shared. Before she stepped outside of the room she heard Sutea's soft voice sound behind her, asking her what was wrong. She paused, closing her eyes for a few seconds before turning around, plastering a fake smile on her face.
"Nothing, I just came back here to reminisce." she said. Sutea looked at Hestia skeptically.
"You would come back here to think about a life of pain?" she queried, unconvinced. "Come on Hestia, I'm not stupid. What's wrong?" Hestia paused, looking at the doorframe, then Sutea.
"Trunks and I just had a little fight. It wasn't anything, really." Hestia replied, looking away.
"A little fight?" Sutea questioned.
"Yes, a little fight!" Hestia yelled before stomping out, leaving her friend in shock at her sudden outburst.
Hestia's slow steps evolved into a quick run as she bolted for the dungeon room. As quick as she could she passed the prisoners that had earlier spat cat calls at her and into the hall that Trunks had led her to in his few minutes of temporary insanity. She passed the cell he had stopped at and hurried to a steel door. Mustering all her strength she pulled it open, seeing a line of cells chock full with the Saiya-jins' recent captives. Ignoring them she ran to the cell she was once in to find it was empty. Tears filled her eyes as memories came back to her full force...
Hestia sat in the corner of her empty cell, contemplating the day's events. She looked at the other cells lining the walls. There were eight in total: four on one side and four on the other. There were about fifteen or more late teenagers and young women in each cell. No one but her was in her cell. She sat in the chamber farthest from the door, leaning between the cold metal bars and the cold metal wall. It didn't matter where she was; she was always cold. Crossing her arms, she listened to all the other women crying, forcing back tears herself.
Hestia pulled her knees up to her chest and looped her arms in front of them, her right hand holding her left wrist in place so her legs wouldn't slide back down. She leaned her head against the wall behind her and closed her eyes, trying to block out the noises of pain and sadness.
The sounds of crying ceased as the females in the other cells slowly fell asleep. Hestia remained awake and heard guards moving around outside the barred door. Opening her eyes, she let go of her wrist, allowing her legs to spread out in front of her. She crossed her arms. The creak of the heavy metal door reached her ear, as well as the deep voices of two men. They strolled down the cell hallway until they saw Hestia staring at them hatefully from the darkness of her cell.
"What's her deal?" asked the one Saiya-jin guard on the left. "Why does she have a cell all to herself?"
"King Vegeta's orders. Supposedly this one's 'different' from the others." the second one answered.
"Really?" the first one whispered.
"Yup." the second one replied. "She's to be at the auction."
"I'm sure she'll sell easily." the first one joked. "That is if she gets past Vegeta's inspection."
The second one smiled and stuck his tongue out at Hestia. Instantly her middle finger flew up. Luckily the Saiya-jins had no idea what it meant and walked away shaking their heads. She watched them leave and looked at the wall opposite her.
"Auction?" she whispered to herself. "They're gonna auction me? What bastards!" She rose and began pacing around her cell, thinking.
The soft cries of women brought her out of her musings, turning her attention towards them. Her eyes locked with one who stared at her evenly, despite the tears that slid down her cheeks. Hestia swallowed. The woman reminded her so much of herself when she was first on the ship: scared, but determined not to show it. Slowly she walked over to them and extended her hand through the bars. The woman looked down at her hand then up at her. The woman, like Hestia, spoke English, and was one of the few that did on the ship. The prisoners had been those of a small band of peoples of all races who had escaped the Saiya-jins' grasp. Slowly she put her hand in the queen's. Hestia squeezed it lightly, the tears still in her eyes.
"Never give up hope, and never say die." she whispered softly to the woman.
The woman nodded slightly as Hestia sat down upon the stone, disregarding the coldness of it. Some girls turned towards the two, but Hestia's attention remained focused on the girl in front of her. She was no older then Hestia had been when she first came, with black hair and stunning green eyes. Hestia tried to swallow the lump in her throat, but it only grew.
"I was once like you. It gets better, though it may not seem like it in the first place." Hestia whispered softly.
"Like me?" the girl whispered, her voice raw and scratchy. Hestia guessed it was from screaming.
"Yes, a slave. I was abused while I had a master, but then it got better. Look where I am now." she whispered. Reaching through the bars she sandwiched the girl's hands between her own. "There is nothing I can do about the slave situation because I have virtually no say in this society unless it goes through the king's mouth, but I promise you things will get better. It doesn't stay this way for long."
"W-will they kill us?" a woman to the left of the girl Hestia was conversing with asked. Hestia released the girl's hand and stood, looking at the woman.
"No." Hestia answered. "However, you will become slaves." Soft murmurs were heard throughout the dungeon, some of men and some of women. Hestia shook her hand for silence. "Your masters will be kind. Rarely are they cruel." She swallowed hard. "I wish you all the best of luck." Before she got overly emotional she walked quickly to the door and flung it open, running up to the floor her bedchamber was on.
Trunks growled and started his pod, pressing some buttons. He was setting the location to Uur-sei, where he went to relax at times. As the door closed he concentrated on his breathing, making sure it was even. That had to be it. He was too stressed. The pod rattled slightly before taking off. Settling into the cushion of his chair he stared out the window at the planet that was getting smaller as the seconds ticked slowly by. Looking down he noticed his finger was on the button that would put him into cryogenic sleep. Swallowing he pressed some buttons, setting it for deactivation of the cryogenic sleep when he landed in exactly one day, three hours, four minutes, and nineteen seconds. He fell asleep to the vision of his planet fading into the blackness of space.
A/N: I know it's rather short for my usual chappies, but eh *shrugs*. Daz aight at times, right? ^^ Stay tuned for the next installment when Hestia, and Vegeta-sei, discovers Trunks has left...
Please review!! ^_^
Title: Should I Stay or Should I Go?, part VI of A Saiya-jin Odessey
Author: trunksgf513 n trunksgrl06
Hestia didn't come back that night, leaving Trunks alone on his bed to stare at the ceiling. For almost three hours he hadn't moved a muscle, his eyes remaining locked the same spot on the ceiling, thinking about the dream. It had seemed so real, and due the fact that the place where his father had been imprisoned was in his own palace, Trunks had found his reaction to be perfectly acceptable. Though, Hestia had been right. It did sort of seem like he had a lapse of sanity. For the first time in almost three hours he moved, rolling over onto his side to stare at the ground.
"Why did I do that?" he groaned softly, closing his eyes.
A few seconds later he opened them to meet Hestia's night clothing - a belly-revealing shirt with long pants. His frown grew deeper, the clothes giving him a mental picture of her body in them. He grit his teeth together, the feelings running rampant within him confusing him to no end. With a quick jerk he sat up, pushing off the bed and walking hastily towards his closet.
As he flung open the door to look for his royal battle attire he allowed the dreams he had been having over the past few nights to run though his mind. They became more intense as time went on, and each time he dreampt his father would plead him more to find him. Trunks growled, sliding armor over his head and adjusting it on his chest. It was like he was being told something, but he couldn't decipher exactly what.
He slammed the door closed and walked through the bedchamber to the door that lead outside. Turning around to take one last look at his quarters he opened the door and stepped out, heading towards the docking bay.
"That jerk, I can't believe him. What a fucking pig!! I should have never gotten involved with him...I should have known he would be like his father." Hestia muttered incessantly, walking forcefully down the hallway. Any Saiya-jin in her way had stepped aside quickly, not wishing to have their hearing damaged or destroyed by her loud yells.
As she continued down through the castle she failed to notice the darkening of the hallway and the increasing heavyness and humidity of the air around her. Finally she stopped, her nose picking up a foul smell that she would never forget. When she looked up she tensed, recognizing the hallway she once walked in when she was a slave. Turning slightly she saw a beaten up door that had obviously been there longer then it should have. It was open slightly, the room inside pitch black.
Hestia walked towards the door slowly, memories of her days as a slave returning to her - the abuse from Vegeta, the lust she held for Trunks, the friendship with Sutea that had been forged from the pain of similar losses. She swallowed the lump in her throat and opened the door, the hinges creaking slightly.
Instantly her nose was greeted with the same musty, disgusting odor that lingered outside, only here it was stronger. She wrinkled her nose and groped the wall for the switch with the chipped and broken switch plate cover. She flipped it, hearing a slight sizzle as the lights went on over her head. It was barely bright enough to see, but it wasn't as though Hestia didn't know where everything was. After all, how could you forget a room where you were held captive for over a year?
Slowly she walked in, pushing the door open with a lot of effort. She remembered what Trunks had told her one time about the slave-room doors: they were made of a material that only the Saiya-jins themselves could open from the inside. If the door slammed on her, she would be stuck there for a while. Once the door touched the wall she turned around to look at the beaten beds that she and Sutea had once called theirs. Without thinking Hestia walked over to the bed and knelt down, running her hands over the sheets. They were a dirty white, signifying they hadn't been cleaned in a while. Carefully she peeled back the top blanket, revealing some spatters of blood on the sheets. It was now blatantly obvious the sheets hadn't been replaced.
As if she was holding a slug she threw the blanket back on the bed and stood up, eyes fixed on the small dots of blood. She could remember it like it were yesterday. Her eyes closed momentarily and she bit her lip almost to the point of drawing blood. Memories of her earlier days here were filled with things she wished she had never experienced. Opening her eyes she once again set them upon the droplets of blood. Some time before Vegeta had left he had beaten her and given her the wounds from which that blood had flowed.
Balling her hands into fists she turned her back on the bed and walked towards the small kitchennette that was part of their bedroom. She looked it over. Four small cabinets above and below the two sinks, a small countertop, and to the side, four tea mugs. She smiled, remembering when she had leaned against the counter and talked with Trunks while Sutea and Goten made out on Sutea's bed. Her smile faded at her memory's mention of Trunks.
A bang distracted her and she looked up, seeing Sutea laying on her old bed, looking under it. She looked at her former roommate, confused. Obviously she hadn't seen Hestia because she would have greeted her. Hestia stood up and walked over to Sutea slowly. She stopped at the foot of Sutea's bed, watching the teenage girl who was fully concentrating on whatever she was doing under the bed.
"What're you doing?" Hestia asked suddenly. Sutea jumped, her hands sliding out from under the bed and her head lifting to look at Hestia. She breathed a sigh of relief, noticing it was only Hestia.
"Looking for that book." Sutea answered eagerly, smiling. Almost immediately she looked down, resuming her search for the item she desired.
"What book?" Hestia queried.
"That one with the description of the Hope Stone in it." Sutea mumbled, practically shoving her head under the bed. Hestia had to restrain herself from laughing. Sutea would go to any length to gain knowledge. Finally she sat up straight, holding a rather thick, leather-bound book in her hands. "Got it!" she yelled triumphantly.
Hestia rolled her eyes, turning towards the door. There was one last place she wanted to visit before even thinking of returning to the bedchamber she and Trunks shared. Before she stepped outside of the room she heard Sutea's soft voice sound behind her, asking her what was wrong. She paused, closing her eyes for a few seconds before turning around, plastering a fake smile on her face.
"Nothing, I just came back here to reminisce." she said. Sutea looked at Hestia skeptically.
"You would come back here to think about a life of pain?" she queried, unconvinced. "Come on Hestia, I'm not stupid. What's wrong?" Hestia paused, looking at the doorframe, then Sutea.
"Trunks and I just had a little fight. It wasn't anything, really." Hestia replied, looking away.
"A little fight?" Sutea questioned.
"Yes, a little fight!" Hestia yelled before stomping out, leaving her friend in shock at her sudden outburst.
Hestia's slow steps evolved into a quick run as she bolted for the dungeon room. As quick as she could she passed the prisoners that had earlier spat cat calls at her and into the hall that Trunks had led her to in his few minutes of temporary insanity. She passed the cell he had stopped at and hurried to a steel door. Mustering all her strength she pulled it open, seeing a line of cells chock full with the Saiya-jins' recent captives. Ignoring them she ran to the cell she was once in to find it was empty. Tears filled her eyes as memories came back to her full force...
Hestia sat in the corner of her empty cell, contemplating the day's events. She looked at the other cells lining the walls. There were eight in total: four on one side and four on the other. There were about fifteen or more late teenagers and young women in each cell. No one but her was in her cell. She sat in the chamber farthest from the door, leaning between the cold metal bars and the cold metal wall. It didn't matter where she was; she was always cold. Crossing her arms, she listened to all the other women crying, forcing back tears herself.
Hestia pulled her knees up to her chest and looped her arms in front of them, her right hand holding her left wrist in place so her legs wouldn't slide back down. She leaned her head against the wall behind her and closed her eyes, trying to block out the noises of pain and sadness.
The sounds of crying ceased as the females in the other cells slowly fell asleep. Hestia remained awake and heard guards moving around outside the barred door. Opening her eyes, she let go of her wrist, allowing her legs to spread out in front of her. She crossed her arms. The creak of the heavy metal door reached her ear, as well as the deep voices of two men. They strolled down the cell hallway until they saw Hestia staring at them hatefully from the darkness of her cell.
"What's her deal?" asked the one Saiya-jin guard on the left. "Why does she have a cell all to herself?"
"King Vegeta's orders. Supposedly this one's 'different' from the others." the second one answered.
"Really?" the first one whispered.
"Yup." the second one replied. "She's to be at the auction."
"I'm sure she'll sell easily." the first one joked. "That is if she gets past Vegeta's inspection."
The second one smiled and stuck his tongue out at Hestia. Instantly her middle finger flew up. Luckily the Saiya-jins had no idea what it meant and walked away shaking their heads. She watched them leave and looked at the wall opposite her.
"Auction?" she whispered to herself. "They're gonna auction me? What bastards!" She rose and began pacing around her cell, thinking.
The soft cries of women brought her out of her musings, turning her attention towards them. Her eyes locked with one who stared at her evenly, despite the tears that slid down her cheeks. Hestia swallowed. The woman reminded her so much of herself when she was first on the ship: scared, but determined not to show it. Slowly she walked over to them and extended her hand through the bars. The woman looked down at her hand then up at her. The woman, like Hestia, spoke English, and was one of the few that did on the ship. The prisoners had been those of a small band of peoples of all races who had escaped the Saiya-jins' grasp. Slowly she put her hand in the queen's. Hestia squeezed it lightly, the tears still in her eyes.
"Never give up hope, and never say die." she whispered softly to the woman.
The woman nodded slightly as Hestia sat down upon the stone, disregarding the coldness of it. Some girls turned towards the two, but Hestia's attention remained focused on the girl in front of her. She was no older then Hestia had been when she first came, with black hair and stunning green eyes. Hestia tried to swallow the lump in her throat, but it only grew.
"I was once like you. It gets better, though it may not seem like it in the first place." Hestia whispered softly.
"Like me?" the girl whispered, her voice raw and scratchy. Hestia guessed it was from screaming.
"Yes, a slave. I was abused while I had a master, but then it got better. Look where I am now." she whispered. Reaching through the bars she sandwiched the girl's hands between her own. "There is nothing I can do about the slave situation because I have virtually no say in this society unless it goes through the king's mouth, but I promise you things will get better. It doesn't stay this way for long."
"W-will they kill us?" a woman to the left of the girl Hestia was conversing with asked. Hestia released the girl's hand and stood, looking at the woman.
"No." Hestia answered. "However, you will become slaves." Soft murmurs were heard throughout the dungeon, some of men and some of women. Hestia shook her hand for silence. "Your masters will be kind. Rarely are they cruel." She swallowed hard. "I wish you all the best of luck." Before she got overly emotional she walked quickly to the door and flung it open, running up to the floor her bedchamber was on.
Trunks growled and started his pod, pressing some buttons. He was setting the location to Uur-sei, where he went to relax at times. As the door closed he concentrated on his breathing, making sure it was even. That had to be it. He was too stressed. The pod rattled slightly before taking off. Settling into the cushion of his chair he stared out the window at the planet that was getting smaller as the seconds ticked slowly by. Looking down he noticed his finger was on the button that would put him into cryogenic sleep. Swallowing he pressed some buttons, setting it for deactivation of the cryogenic sleep when he landed in exactly one day, three hours, four minutes, and nineteen seconds. He fell asleep to the vision of his planet fading into the blackness of space.
A/N: I know it's rather short for my usual chappies, but eh *shrugs*. Daz aight at times, right? ^^ Stay tuned for the next installment when Hestia, and Vegeta-sei, discovers Trunks has left...
Please review!! ^_^
