His fist connected with the bulginess muscled stomach. The cracking
of the armor could be heard, or maybe it was both the cracking of the armor
and the cracking of the ribcage. The noise was indefinitely sickening to
their ears. She covered her face with her hands in an attempt to look away
from the goring scene.
~ plup… plup ~
The dripping of the blood bounced against the ground, slowly expanding into a crimson puddle. The horrendous monster, being doubled over, shakily looked up at the small warrior.
'Pl…please show mercy on me Vegeta' Zarbon croaked. Vegeta glared menacingly at the beast. 'We… we… can do this together… we can join forces against Freeza' he gave no sign of releasement, Vegeta frowned at the creature.
'After you worked me like a slave for all those years! And you beg me for my mercy!' Vegeta screamed at the fallen and torn body. Energy piled up onto Vegeta's fist, which was so neatly tucked within the scaly skin, he let the energy go. The energy shot through the monster's body, shriveling it to shreds. Vegeta thrusted the body away, allowing it to sink into the water's.
Krillen looked on in a mortified stare. He could already see the comings of it. They were next. Bulma uncovered her eyes as she had heard the splash the body made. She looked on frantically to find that the enormous monster thing was gone, and all that stood there was only a shorter one. A dark grimace imprinted the features of Krillen's face.
::I have to think of a way to get us out of this mess:: Krillen thought to himself. He clutched onto the dragonball he held in his palms, not caring to look at it though, all eyes on what was ahead.
'If it only took as much as the two of us to kill Freeza then he wouldn't be Freeza' Vegeta said unto himself aloud.
Bulma pushed at the ground with her boots, pushing herself up against the rock wall. She whimpered slightly.
'I don't know what happened to that other guy, and I don't wanna know!' she said shakily.
The sound of her frail voice caught the young Saiyan's attention fondly. He turned and looked at the two.
Bulma turned slightly, placing her hand on the rock wall shakily, in attempt to back away further. Her expression frantic, and welcoming to any of terror's binds.
The young Saiyan Prince walked steadily toward them, a malicious smirk illuminating his features.
'So… you thought you were going to run out on me did you' he commented. Krillen's facial expression did not change in the least. He shuddered slightly.
'Listen Vegeta, I'll give you the dragonball, as long as you promise to go away and leave us alone.' Krillen kept his steady stare. Vegeta still kept that dangerous smirk upon his face. He was still at a distance from them, but the aura of his power still loomed as if inches away.
He cocked his head oddly at the small man.
'You know I might have agreed with that little deal earlier, but right now I'm not really in the mood to look over such things. I mean, I don't want you bothering me all day now do I?' he said to the small man sarcastically. Krillen's eyebrow twisted to some small gesture of extent. His throat seemed to close up at Vegeta's last sentence. Sweat dripped down the side of his face, nearer to his chin. He swallowed loudly. Vegeta studied him for a moment, then recognized him clearly enough.
'Yes, you were one of the warriors I face on Earth. I remember you fondly as to being a friend of Kakarott's…' he nearly chuckled, but the smirk he had worn faded quietly.
:: WHY OH WHY DIDN'T GOKU LET ME KILL THIS GUY WHEN WE HAD THE CHANCE!!!!!:: Krillen scorned himself. His palms became sweaty around the large orange ball he held. He looked down at it and then back up at Vegeta. That deadly smirk was there again, more malicious then ever. Vegeta chuckled slightly.
'I think I'll just do away with you now just for the heck of it' Vegeta laughed. Krillen barely saw the knee coming at him in that one crushing blow. He dropped the ball just mere fractions of a second before the knee connected with his stomach. Vegeta continued by slamming his elbow into the crispness of his skull. Bulma looked on in horror, as the small man was beaten to a bash.
The ball rolled to Bulma's feet, slightly tapping her boots. She was shocked at first at the sudden motion. She looked down at the orange, spherical ball. Thought after thought rushed through her mind in an elapsing view.
:: Crush It Bulma! You Have To Crush It!! :: she deliberated in her head. She stared at the ball for a second then slowly picked it up. She stared at it, then quickly looked around her until she found a large sized rock. She slid it over with her feet, so it was in front of her. She stood, the ball in hand. She looked ahead, Vegeta was beginning to give his final blows to her poor friend. She looked back down at the rock, studying its position with her eyes carefully. She raised the ball into the air stealthily. Still taking aim at the rock below, she positioned her hands.
Vegeta noticed her motion out of the corner of his eye. He looked in her direction, to find her standing, arms up, dragonball in hand, and what appeared to be a very large rock in forward of her feet. ( That last bit I wrote was sarcastic, if you didn't notice…) :: Damn it! NO No no!! :: he thought. He dropped the limp body, and apparated before her. Just in time as he had had caught the ball still touching her hands. She had squeezed her eyes shut as she had prepared to dislaunch the ball. She opened her eyes to stare at a navy blue outline, fitted in white armor. She felt a wave of fear wash over her as she looked into the face of the blockade catcher. He on the other hand felt a wave of relief, but anger as well, cloud his thoughts. He looked down at the young woman. She was staring at him. He glared at her, and she seemed to shrink to herself, as she saw his steely black eyes gaze upon her. Her lips had been parted and quivered slightly. Her arms still raised, still clutching the dragonball slightly. He studied her for a moment, waiting to see what she would do, but then he decided against it.
'I wouldn't do that if I were you, woman!' he appointed the statement to her first actions. He had said the words very soothingly, as so it scared her. Her lip still trembled. H reached up at her unknowingly, and rubbed his thumb softly across her quivering lip. Her body seemed to boost with anticipation, but her mind jolted in alarm, and she found herself angered and fearful.
'Don't touch me!' she yelled at him. The quick aggression she showed toward him, shocked him in all the least. She felt his palm merely release a bit; she pushed her hands forward and bapped the ball almost too easily from his grasp. Now, if her aggression didn't anger him quickly then this did, on top of all the other things now of course. Vegeta sneered at her. He seethed through clenched teeth. Bulma backed away from him. Her hand slightly skimmed the rock wall, before he leeched out at her and clenched his fist around her delicate arm. His fingernails digging into her soft flesh. He pulled at her arm, yanking her toward him. She yelped out loud in a confusion of pain and fear. She leaned back against his pull, not to budge though. She looked up at him. She could see him raise his hand into the air, ready to strike her.
'VEGETA STOP IT!!'
He had barely moved his hand to pummel her, when the shout reached his ears. He turned around and stared. Krillen stood there. That is, he barely stood there. He held in his hands the dragonball. Vegeta turned and glared at the small man, his hand still clenched around Bulma's arm tightly. Krillen lungs heaved for breath.
'YOU WANT THIS, DON'T YOU VEGETA?!!' Krillen shouted at him. Vegeta gave the man a deathly glare, then a smirk crossed his features. He yanked Bulma by her arm and directed her in front of him. He grasped his arm around her stomach, and the other arm embraced around her torso, keeping her arms at bay. He had compressed her body against his in an uncomfortable fashion. She could feel the drumming of his breath against the soft skin of her neck. She shivered slightly.
'You want this, don't you?!!' Vegeta answered back, snickering slightly. This only made her shiver more. She swore to herself that she would have fallen over if his tight grasp on her hadn't supported her legs' strength to uphold her.
'LET HER GO VEGETA!!' Krillen demanded. Vegeta frowned at him now.
'You'd better hand over that dragonball, or I'll rip out all of her fucking organs, in more ways than one!!' he smirked devilishly, as he let his hand slide down upon her hips, indicating his the prime intentions of his words. Bulma nearly froze at that statement-statue still, pure horror imprinted her face.
Krillen grimaced, his expression dark and futile. He wished for another way possible that this could have worked out. He saw no other choice in which he could help her. He slowly placed the dragonball on the ground with agony within him. Keeping his eyes on Vegeta, that arrogant smile upon him.
Vegeta moved his lips to her ear. She felt his warm breath on her ear, making it tickle slightly. She cringed her shoulders. Vegeta smirked at her odd reactions to his nearness.
'Don't scream, little one' he said softly, his breath tingling her ear again, with its briskness. His words registered to her thoughts though, and she became afraid. 'huh?' she gasped, he threw her to the ground in a plunging assault. She hit the ground hard, making her tense violently. Vegeta had gathered enough energy in his hand unnoticed by the stupid human to sense it, he seized the energy back and threw it at Krillen. Krillen couldn't even dodge the incinerating blast, he was too weak. His body disappeared in the blinding white light. Bulma saw him as he disappeared. She was in complete shock, gagging almost. Barely able to breath, her throat tightening with each whimper. The dust settled slowly. Her fingers clutched at the dirt. She heard footsteps fall away from her. White boots came into focus at where Krillen had stood.
A figure of hands picked the large, orange ball up from the ground. Two palms seizing the dragonball completely. She stared at the face of the murderer and foe. A malice snarl smeared over his face. Gods! If she was strong enough she would have ripped him into to shreds, just to see that smirk of his disappear forever. He caught her gaze after a few moments, then frowned at her. She couldn't move, and didn't even want to attempt to stand. She felt a slight cold chill scratch her spine like an icy brick. He studied her for a few moments then mentally made up his mind. She felt itchy for some reason, finally noting to herself that she was still on the dirt ground. Her own mental notation wanted to smack her senseless. She scurried up onto her feet, finding a miraculous balance. Before she could move any more, she found his stature right in front of her. She gasped at the sudden appearance.
She squeezed her eyes shut, dreading to look at him in any way. She felt a rough, yet smooth, rubber touch her facial features gently, but oddly as well. He smirked at the odd presentation of emotions play across her face. She slowly opened her lids and stared at the man before her. ::wow…:: she thought for a second, then mentally bashed herself on the head with a mallet, ::What the hell am I thinking!! Trying to conceive myself into liking him…I HAVE A BOYFREIND TO SAVE!! THE ONE THAT HE KILLED!!:: His finger rolled up and down her cheek in a soothing manner. She certainly didn't feel soothed, that was for sure. She cringed slightly every time his hand twitched in the opposing way to her skin. His lips found their way to her ear casually. His lips slightly touching her lobe, she could feel that trade mark of his upon his face.
'Good girl, you see…you didn't have to scream now did you?' he mocked her. She gasped, a shiver funning up her wet back. He leaned his mouth closer to her lobe, flicking at it with his tongue lightly, until he slightly nibbled at it. She shivered uncontrollably, deep spacious breaths filling her up, as her heart beat quickened. She made a quick attempt to push away from the Saiyan Prince roughly, but he caught her arms, tightly squeezing her all ready-bruised left appendage. She gasped from sharpening pain. This made him quicken his advancement, pulling her to him-pressing her firmly against his body. He leaned toward her, making sure to keep his face from touching hers.
'You will not escape me little one…ever' he sneered, 'I won't let you'
~ plup… plup ~
The dripping of the blood bounced against the ground, slowly expanding into a crimson puddle. The horrendous monster, being doubled over, shakily looked up at the small warrior.
'Pl…please show mercy on me Vegeta' Zarbon croaked. Vegeta glared menacingly at the beast. 'We… we… can do this together… we can join forces against Freeza' he gave no sign of releasement, Vegeta frowned at the creature.
'After you worked me like a slave for all those years! And you beg me for my mercy!' Vegeta screamed at the fallen and torn body. Energy piled up onto Vegeta's fist, which was so neatly tucked within the scaly skin, he let the energy go. The energy shot through the monster's body, shriveling it to shreds. Vegeta thrusted the body away, allowing it to sink into the water's.
Krillen looked on in a mortified stare. He could already see the comings of it. They were next. Bulma uncovered her eyes as she had heard the splash the body made. She looked on frantically to find that the enormous monster thing was gone, and all that stood there was only a shorter one. A dark grimace imprinted the features of Krillen's face.
::I have to think of a way to get us out of this mess:: Krillen thought to himself. He clutched onto the dragonball he held in his palms, not caring to look at it though, all eyes on what was ahead.
'If it only took as much as the two of us to kill Freeza then he wouldn't be Freeza' Vegeta said unto himself aloud.
Bulma pushed at the ground with her boots, pushing herself up against the rock wall. She whimpered slightly.
'I don't know what happened to that other guy, and I don't wanna know!' she said shakily.
The sound of her frail voice caught the young Saiyan's attention fondly. He turned and looked at the two.
Bulma turned slightly, placing her hand on the rock wall shakily, in attempt to back away further. Her expression frantic, and welcoming to any of terror's binds.
The young Saiyan Prince walked steadily toward them, a malicious smirk illuminating his features.
'So… you thought you were going to run out on me did you' he commented. Krillen's facial expression did not change in the least. He shuddered slightly.
'Listen Vegeta, I'll give you the dragonball, as long as you promise to go away and leave us alone.' Krillen kept his steady stare. Vegeta still kept that dangerous smirk upon his face. He was still at a distance from them, but the aura of his power still loomed as if inches away.
He cocked his head oddly at the small man.
'You know I might have agreed with that little deal earlier, but right now I'm not really in the mood to look over such things. I mean, I don't want you bothering me all day now do I?' he said to the small man sarcastically. Krillen's eyebrow twisted to some small gesture of extent. His throat seemed to close up at Vegeta's last sentence. Sweat dripped down the side of his face, nearer to his chin. He swallowed loudly. Vegeta studied him for a moment, then recognized him clearly enough.
'Yes, you were one of the warriors I face on Earth. I remember you fondly as to being a friend of Kakarott's…' he nearly chuckled, but the smirk he had worn faded quietly.
:: WHY OH WHY DIDN'T GOKU LET ME KILL THIS GUY WHEN WE HAD THE CHANCE!!!!!:: Krillen scorned himself. His palms became sweaty around the large orange ball he held. He looked down at it and then back up at Vegeta. That deadly smirk was there again, more malicious then ever. Vegeta chuckled slightly.
'I think I'll just do away with you now just for the heck of it' Vegeta laughed. Krillen barely saw the knee coming at him in that one crushing blow. He dropped the ball just mere fractions of a second before the knee connected with his stomach. Vegeta continued by slamming his elbow into the crispness of his skull. Bulma looked on in horror, as the small man was beaten to a bash.
The ball rolled to Bulma's feet, slightly tapping her boots. She was shocked at first at the sudden motion. She looked down at the orange, spherical ball. Thought after thought rushed through her mind in an elapsing view.
:: Crush It Bulma! You Have To Crush It!! :: she deliberated in her head. She stared at the ball for a second then slowly picked it up. She stared at it, then quickly looked around her until she found a large sized rock. She slid it over with her feet, so it was in front of her. She stood, the ball in hand. She looked ahead, Vegeta was beginning to give his final blows to her poor friend. She looked back down at the rock, studying its position with her eyes carefully. She raised the ball into the air stealthily. Still taking aim at the rock below, she positioned her hands.
Vegeta noticed her motion out of the corner of his eye. He looked in her direction, to find her standing, arms up, dragonball in hand, and what appeared to be a very large rock in forward of her feet. ( That last bit I wrote was sarcastic, if you didn't notice…) :: Damn it! NO No no!! :: he thought. He dropped the limp body, and apparated before her. Just in time as he had had caught the ball still touching her hands. She had squeezed her eyes shut as she had prepared to dislaunch the ball. She opened her eyes to stare at a navy blue outline, fitted in white armor. She felt a wave of fear wash over her as she looked into the face of the blockade catcher. He on the other hand felt a wave of relief, but anger as well, cloud his thoughts. He looked down at the young woman. She was staring at him. He glared at her, and she seemed to shrink to herself, as she saw his steely black eyes gaze upon her. Her lips had been parted and quivered slightly. Her arms still raised, still clutching the dragonball slightly. He studied her for a moment, waiting to see what she would do, but then he decided against it.
'I wouldn't do that if I were you, woman!' he appointed the statement to her first actions. He had said the words very soothingly, as so it scared her. Her lip still trembled. H reached up at her unknowingly, and rubbed his thumb softly across her quivering lip. Her body seemed to boost with anticipation, but her mind jolted in alarm, and she found herself angered and fearful.
'Don't touch me!' she yelled at him. The quick aggression she showed toward him, shocked him in all the least. She felt his palm merely release a bit; she pushed her hands forward and bapped the ball almost too easily from his grasp. Now, if her aggression didn't anger him quickly then this did, on top of all the other things now of course. Vegeta sneered at her. He seethed through clenched teeth. Bulma backed away from him. Her hand slightly skimmed the rock wall, before he leeched out at her and clenched his fist around her delicate arm. His fingernails digging into her soft flesh. He pulled at her arm, yanking her toward him. She yelped out loud in a confusion of pain and fear. She leaned back against his pull, not to budge though. She looked up at him. She could see him raise his hand into the air, ready to strike her.
'VEGETA STOP IT!!'
He had barely moved his hand to pummel her, when the shout reached his ears. He turned around and stared. Krillen stood there. That is, he barely stood there. He held in his hands the dragonball. Vegeta turned and glared at the small man, his hand still clenched around Bulma's arm tightly. Krillen lungs heaved for breath.
'YOU WANT THIS, DON'T YOU VEGETA?!!' Krillen shouted at him. Vegeta gave the man a deathly glare, then a smirk crossed his features. He yanked Bulma by her arm and directed her in front of him. He grasped his arm around her stomach, and the other arm embraced around her torso, keeping her arms at bay. He had compressed her body against his in an uncomfortable fashion. She could feel the drumming of his breath against the soft skin of her neck. She shivered slightly.
'You want this, don't you?!!' Vegeta answered back, snickering slightly. This only made her shiver more. She swore to herself that she would have fallen over if his tight grasp on her hadn't supported her legs' strength to uphold her.
'LET HER GO VEGETA!!' Krillen demanded. Vegeta frowned at him now.
'You'd better hand over that dragonball, or I'll rip out all of her fucking organs, in more ways than one!!' he smirked devilishly, as he let his hand slide down upon her hips, indicating his the prime intentions of his words. Bulma nearly froze at that statement-statue still, pure horror imprinted her face.
Krillen grimaced, his expression dark and futile. He wished for another way possible that this could have worked out. He saw no other choice in which he could help her. He slowly placed the dragonball on the ground with agony within him. Keeping his eyes on Vegeta, that arrogant smile upon him.
Vegeta moved his lips to her ear. She felt his warm breath on her ear, making it tickle slightly. She cringed her shoulders. Vegeta smirked at her odd reactions to his nearness.
'Don't scream, little one' he said softly, his breath tingling her ear again, with its briskness. His words registered to her thoughts though, and she became afraid. 'huh?' she gasped, he threw her to the ground in a plunging assault. She hit the ground hard, making her tense violently. Vegeta had gathered enough energy in his hand unnoticed by the stupid human to sense it, he seized the energy back and threw it at Krillen. Krillen couldn't even dodge the incinerating blast, he was too weak. His body disappeared in the blinding white light. Bulma saw him as he disappeared. She was in complete shock, gagging almost. Barely able to breath, her throat tightening with each whimper. The dust settled slowly. Her fingers clutched at the dirt. She heard footsteps fall away from her. White boots came into focus at where Krillen had stood.
A figure of hands picked the large, orange ball up from the ground. Two palms seizing the dragonball completely. She stared at the face of the murderer and foe. A malice snarl smeared over his face. Gods! If she was strong enough she would have ripped him into to shreds, just to see that smirk of his disappear forever. He caught her gaze after a few moments, then frowned at her. She couldn't move, and didn't even want to attempt to stand. She felt a slight cold chill scratch her spine like an icy brick. He studied her for a few moments then mentally made up his mind. She felt itchy for some reason, finally noting to herself that she was still on the dirt ground. Her own mental notation wanted to smack her senseless. She scurried up onto her feet, finding a miraculous balance. Before she could move any more, she found his stature right in front of her. She gasped at the sudden appearance.
She squeezed her eyes shut, dreading to look at him in any way. She felt a rough, yet smooth, rubber touch her facial features gently, but oddly as well. He smirked at the odd presentation of emotions play across her face. She slowly opened her lids and stared at the man before her. ::wow…:: she thought for a second, then mentally bashed herself on the head with a mallet, ::What the hell am I thinking!! Trying to conceive myself into liking him…I HAVE A BOYFREIND TO SAVE!! THE ONE THAT HE KILLED!!:: His finger rolled up and down her cheek in a soothing manner. She certainly didn't feel soothed, that was for sure. She cringed slightly every time his hand twitched in the opposing way to her skin. His lips found their way to her ear casually. His lips slightly touching her lobe, she could feel that trade mark of his upon his face.
'Good girl, you see…you didn't have to scream now did you?' he mocked her. She gasped, a shiver funning up her wet back. He leaned his mouth closer to her lobe, flicking at it with his tongue lightly, until he slightly nibbled at it. She shivered uncontrollably, deep spacious breaths filling her up, as her heart beat quickened. She made a quick attempt to push away from the Saiyan Prince roughly, but he caught her arms, tightly squeezing her all ready-bruised left appendage. She gasped from sharpening pain. This made him quicken his advancement, pulling her to him-pressing her firmly against his body. He leaned toward her, making sure to keep his face from touching hers.
'You will not escape me little one…ever' he sneered, 'I won't let you'