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AN: Okay I've used this name several times but I have yet to thank Nissa for the use of her name. So Thanks! ^_^. Warning: This chapter contains elements of rape so you have been warned. Enjoy!
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Vegeta looked down at his body in amazement. He knew that he had sustained serious injuries in the crash and yet there wasn't a scar anywhere on his form. The liquid that surrounded him when he had woken in that tank must have great healing powers. He'd have to remember to find at more so that the machines could be reproduced on Vegetasei. The thought of his home planet brought a feeling of homesickness that he had never experienced before on a mission. He was ashamed to admit it really. It was time he finished all this so he could return to his home.
"Um, Prince Vegeta," came a tentative voice from just outside the door.
"What?" he barked.
The messenger cleared his throat nervously. "Kakarot sent me to tell you that they have found a way onto the ship and that they're ready to board when you are."
"Very well," Vegeta called in a dismissive tone. Once he heard the footsteps retreat he grabbed the black spandex and armor that the dark hared servant girl had found to replace his tattered clothing. As he quickly dressed his mind drifted to the man who had sent him the message or more like it drifted to his connection to the blue hared princess. As hard as he tried he couldn't shake the rage that the idea of her being engaged to another brought him.
He growled mentally to push the thoughts away. This was not the time to wonder why the woman had taken such an obviously inadequate mate for herself when she could have easily had anyone. He had to focus his mind on the battle ahead. He didn't know what awaited him on that ship and he had to be prepared for the worst.
He slipped his hands into the pair of white weighted gloves left for him and then exited the room. It didn't take long for him to find them in the communications room that he used no more than thirty minutes before to inform his father of the situation. The hardest part was imparting the news of the death of Nappa. The warrior had been a personal friend of the current monarch and it was obvious to his son that the senior Vegeta had taken the news a lot harder than his status would allow him to show. Vegeta had to give himself another mental shake. He didn't have time for this, either.
As he entered the room, a genuine smile spread across Kakarot's friendly features. "Good. You're ready."
Vegeta didn't acknowledge the man but instead turned to the girl. "How will you get us on the ship?"
"Because I couldn't find the ki of anyone from my planet on the ship, I've been working with Kakarot and we're going to use his connection to Bulma. But I have to warn you all that even though I have an idea what her energy feels like I may not be able to get us preciously to where she is on the ship because my familiarity with her ki is minimum," Nissa explained.
"So what you're saying is that you can get us on the ship but we may have to find Bulma on our own," Radditz clarified.
"Precisely."
"We can deal with that," Kakarot spoke up. "What do you want us to do?"
"The same as you did before. You each just need to be touching me and we can go."
Each man nodded and laid a hand on the small woman. She placed two fingers to her forehead and stretched out her mind in search of the princess' elusive ki. It was several moments but she was finally able to lock onto a faint hint of the other woman. Smiling at her triumph, she used all the energy she could muster and transported her and her companions to that energy. When she opened her eyes they were standing in an empty well-lit corridor.
"Well gentlemen here we are," she spoke quite happy with her accomplishment.
Vegeta frowned at their surroundings. Everything was just too calm for his liking. He then glanced at the two halls that stretched out in opposite directions before turning back to his companions. "We'll have to spilt up. You two take the right and I'll go left."
Both men nodded then Kakarot turned back to the now silent girl. "I think you should go back to Mongo, Nissa. You'll be safer there and we can contact you telepathically when we're ready."
"Very well," she said just as an alarm went off and the loud speaker announced an escape attempt.
"Go now," Kakarot told her. With a final nod she put two fingers to her forehead and was gone.
"We'll meet back here when everything is done, understood?" Vegeta questioned.
When the two nodded for a second time, Vegeta started down his path.
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He pushed her into the room with such force that she fell to the ground with a grunt. She didn't even have time to get her bearings before she was snatched up by her hair. Revulsion flowed through her every vein as she met his lusty golden gaze.
"We're going to have a lot of fun, you and I," he said almost laughing at the fear radiating from her body. His amusement quickly wore off however, when she spat in his handsome face. "You disgusting little tramp!" he hissed as he struck her across the face with the back of his hand knocking her onto the bed nearby.
Bulma whimpered as she pressed her hands to her now bleeding mouth. She didn't have time to nurse the wound for in seconds Zarbon stretched his long body out on top of hers. She wanted to claw his face but he had pinned her hands above her head.
Now that escape was impossible he took time to run a hand down her body, pausing to give one supple breast a firm squeeze. "Yeah know, I was going to be kind and make this quick but since you're feeling so feisty I think I'm going to take my time with you. You'll be begging for it before I'm finished with you."
"I'll beg you to kill me before I ever ask you to touch me," she growled against the throbbing pain of her cheek.
Zarbon looked back at her then shrugged. "Begging is begging. Either way is fine by me."
He turned his attention back to her breast then and, keeping in mind what Cell had said about her appearance, he used his free hand to undo the laces at the front of her gown. He quickly pushed the material aside and latched onto one pert breast. He flicked his tongue over the nipple repeatedly before biting down on it. Bulma fought a scream of anguish, refusing him the pleasure of hearing it. He moved to the other breast. This time when he bit down he actually drew blood and the pain was too much for her to combat against.
When the small whimper slipped from her lips he released her breast and ran his tongue up her throat to her trembling chin. "You are going to beg me, you little whore," he told her before he pushed his mouth to hers smearing the blood there all over his lips.
He was more than a little surprised when her mouth relaxed beneath his and she opened her mouth a little in invitation. Normally his sharp mind would have seen this as the trap it was but at that moment he was being run completely by his raging desire to take this woman pinned under him. She moaned wantonly and he released her hands to let her run her fingers in his long locks. He realized his mistake when she dug her nails into his scalp and tugged on the hair in her grip as she sunk her teeth into his bottom lip. He screamed in agonizing surprise and pushed away from her falling back on the floor.
Bulma spit the meaty green flesh that had been part of his once glorious mouth at him then scurried off the bed and towards the door. It didn't take long for Zarbon's fury to take hold and he shot ki blast at her. In probably the luckiest moment in her life, Bulma tripped over her skirts in her haste to get away and fell to the ground just as the blast went whizzing by her and hit the door. The hole it made in the stainless steel door was just big enough for her to slip through and Bulma began crawling towards it as fast as she could. She screamed when Zarbon grabbed hold of her ankle, keeping her in place. With strength that could only come from fear in the depths of one's soul, Bulma kicked out at him.
Zarbon immediately released her with a roar of pain as the heel of her shoe lodged itself in his eye socket. Bulma turned away as the blood and gore began to run down his face. She slipped through the hole and stumbled to her feet. Without another thought, she ran as fast as her legs would carry her down the corridor, not sure what to do next.
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After about ten minutes the on going siren became accompanied by a flashing red light that flooded the whole hall. Kakarot and Radditz watched their backs closely as they walked down the corridors. Every now and then someone in ship uniform would go running by obviously searching for the escapee.
"Just act natural brother," Radditz spoke in a low tone.
Kakarot nodded then made a loud grunt. Radditz turned back to him and frowned when he saw his brother trying to steady an obviously distraught young woman.
"Kakarot what are you doing?!" Radditz demanded.
"She ran into me," Kakarot told him.
The blond looked up at them, her blue eyes filled with fear. It was a moment before she truly looked at the two and she pushed the stunned man who was holding her away. When she sunk into a fighting stance, the brothers exchanged bewildered looks.
"Look we're not going to hurt you," Kakarot tried.
"Don't toying with me," she said through gritted teeth. "I'm getting off this ship and neither of you are going to stop me."
"But we're not trying to stop you. We're just looking for our friend Bulma. That's all," Kakarot said sincerely.
Radditz was sorely tempted to hit his brother. They had no idea who this woman was and here he was spilling their plans. However, his opinion changed when the young woman relaxed a bit and recognition entered her eyes. "Bulma?" she whispered.
"Yes. Do you know her?" Radditz asked hoping that for once something in this mission would be easy.
Her eyes narrowed slightly. "What do you want with her?"
"Well we-"
"Well, well, well, look what we've found boys."
Eighteen's back had been to the men and when she turned to them she couldn't help the impending doom that she felt settle in the bottom of her stomach. The five men, all of different heights and coloring, all carried cruel smirks.
"Looks like we've found our little runaway pigeon and a few intruders as well," the tall purple one sneered.
"What should we do with them Captain Ginyu?" a small orange man with a bushel of white hair running down his back asked.
"Dispose of the men and take the girl," the obvious leader said without pause.
The other members of the villainous team took great excitement in this announcement as they stepped up to take on what they saw as a couple of practice dummies. Kakarot pushed the girl behind him and sat back in a stance next to his brother.
"Ready?" he questioned feeling an odd sense of excitement at the thought of a good fight.
Radditz smirked but kept his eyes on his enemies. "I was born ready, brother."
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Vegeta pressed his back against the wall and waited for officers to go running by before he chanced a glance around the corner. His sharp eyes watched closely as a stainless steel door slid open and another officer came running out. He faded back into the shadows until the man was gone then made his way towards the door.
The panels didn't slide apart automatically and he examined the area for some kind of lock. His eyes fell on a small keypad next to the door. He considered trying to break the code but then just formed a small energy ball in his hand and destroyed the panel. As expected, the doors slid apart without pause and he entered what he soon realized was the ship's deck. The room was dim and had a definite foreboding feel to it. He would have to watch his step.
"Looking for something?"
As he turned to the voice he cursed himself for not having sensed someone in the room before now. His fierce gaze settled on a man that distinctively reminded him of a grasshopper.
The man took his regard in stride as he stepped out of the shadows. "I'm glad you're finally here, Prince Vegeta. I was getting impatient."
Vegeta didn't have time to ask how the man knew his name, for both men's attention turned back to the entrance at the sound of heavy footfalls coming towards the room. Vegeta almost lost his self-control when the blue hared woman stumbled into the room. Her eyes met his almost immediately and tears swelled in her horrified blue eyes. Vegeta took in her half-dressed bloodstained appearance and silently swore that whoever had done this to her would die.
"Oh Vegeta," she whispered and started to move towards him but got no more than two steps before she was yanked back by her hair. She suddenly found herself face to face with the man she had just fought off. The shoe was gone leaving the true horror of the injuries inflicted on him and Bulma couldn't fight a scream of terror.
"We're going to finish what we started you little bitch and believe me it's going to be very painful," Zarbon spat the words out, spraying her face with the blood that was still flowing from his missing lip. His anger was such that he was completely blind to anyone else in the room. This was a fatal oversight.
The rage that flowed through Vegeta's body was unlike any that he had every experienced in his lifetime. Her whimpers as she tried to wiggle out of the mutilated man's grasp only added to the raging fire that was burning inside of him. With a primal roar, that fire exploded and golden aura engulfed his body. The sudden flash of light finally drew the irate Zarbon out of his madness to stare in astonishment at the glowing man.
Bulma too turned her attention to Vegeta and with a gasp whispered a soft, "Oh dear, God no," as she stared at his now teal colored eyes. All that that monster had told her earlier had now come to light.
The Legendary Super Saiyan had arisen and across the room a slow smile spread over one very satisfied alien's face.
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Well, that was quite a chapter, now wasn't it? Hope you liked. Thanks for reading.
AN: Okay I've used this name several times but I have yet to thank Nissa for the use of her name. So Thanks! ^_^. Warning: This chapter contains elements of rape so you have been warned. Enjoy!
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Vegeta looked down at his body in amazement. He knew that he had sustained serious injuries in the crash and yet there wasn't a scar anywhere on his form. The liquid that surrounded him when he had woken in that tank must have great healing powers. He'd have to remember to find at more so that the machines could be reproduced on Vegetasei. The thought of his home planet brought a feeling of homesickness that he had never experienced before on a mission. He was ashamed to admit it really. It was time he finished all this so he could return to his home.
"Um, Prince Vegeta," came a tentative voice from just outside the door.
"What?" he barked.
The messenger cleared his throat nervously. "Kakarot sent me to tell you that they have found a way onto the ship and that they're ready to board when you are."
"Very well," Vegeta called in a dismissive tone. Once he heard the footsteps retreat he grabbed the black spandex and armor that the dark hared servant girl had found to replace his tattered clothing. As he quickly dressed his mind drifted to the man who had sent him the message or more like it drifted to his connection to the blue hared princess. As hard as he tried he couldn't shake the rage that the idea of her being engaged to another brought him.
He growled mentally to push the thoughts away. This was not the time to wonder why the woman had taken such an obviously inadequate mate for herself when she could have easily had anyone. He had to focus his mind on the battle ahead. He didn't know what awaited him on that ship and he had to be prepared for the worst.
He slipped his hands into the pair of white weighted gloves left for him and then exited the room. It didn't take long for him to find them in the communications room that he used no more than thirty minutes before to inform his father of the situation. The hardest part was imparting the news of the death of Nappa. The warrior had been a personal friend of the current monarch and it was obvious to his son that the senior Vegeta had taken the news a lot harder than his status would allow him to show. Vegeta had to give himself another mental shake. He didn't have time for this, either.
As he entered the room, a genuine smile spread across Kakarot's friendly features. "Good. You're ready."
Vegeta didn't acknowledge the man but instead turned to the girl. "How will you get us on the ship?"
"Because I couldn't find the ki of anyone from my planet on the ship, I've been working with Kakarot and we're going to use his connection to Bulma. But I have to warn you all that even though I have an idea what her energy feels like I may not be able to get us preciously to where she is on the ship because my familiarity with her ki is minimum," Nissa explained.
"So what you're saying is that you can get us on the ship but we may have to find Bulma on our own," Radditz clarified.
"Precisely."
"We can deal with that," Kakarot spoke up. "What do you want us to do?"
"The same as you did before. You each just need to be touching me and we can go."
Each man nodded and laid a hand on the small woman. She placed two fingers to her forehead and stretched out her mind in search of the princess' elusive ki. It was several moments but she was finally able to lock onto a faint hint of the other woman. Smiling at her triumph, she used all the energy she could muster and transported her and her companions to that energy. When she opened her eyes they were standing in an empty well-lit corridor.
"Well gentlemen here we are," she spoke quite happy with her accomplishment.
Vegeta frowned at their surroundings. Everything was just too calm for his liking. He then glanced at the two halls that stretched out in opposite directions before turning back to his companions. "We'll have to spilt up. You two take the right and I'll go left."
Both men nodded then Kakarot turned back to the now silent girl. "I think you should go back to Mongo, Nissa. You'll be safer there and we can contact you telepathically when we're ready."
"Very well," she said just as an alarm went off and the loud speaker announced an escape attempt.
"Go now," Kakarot told her. With a final nod she put two fingers to her forehead and was gone.
"We'll meet back here when everything is done, understood?" Vegeta questioned.
When the two nodded for a second time, Vegeta started down his path.
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He pushed her into the room with such force that she fell to the ground with a grunt. She didn't even have time to get her bearings before she was snatched up by her hair. Revulsion flowed through her every vein as she met his lusty golden gaze.
"We're going to have a lot of fun, you and I," he said almost laughing at the fear radiating from her body. His amusement quickly wore off however, when she spat in his handsome face. "You disgusting little tramp!" he hissed as he struck her across the face with the back of his hand knocking her onto the bed nearby.
Bulma whimpered as she pressed her hands to her now bleeding mouth. She didn't have time to nurse the wound for in seconds Zarbon stretched his long body out on top of hers. She wanted to claw his face but he had pinned her hands above her head.
Now that escape was impossible he took time to run a hand down her body, pausing to give one supple breast a firm squeeze. "Yeah know, I was going to be kind and make this quick but since you're feeling so feisty I think I'm going to take my time with you. You'll be begging for it before I'm finished with you."
"I'll beg you to kill me before I ever ask you to touch me," she growled against the throbbing pain of her cheek.
Zarbon looked back at her then shrugged. "Begging is begging. Either way is fine by me."
He turned his attention back to her breast then and, keeping in mind what Cell had said about her appearance, he used his free hand to undo the laces at the front of her gown. He quickly pushed the material aside and latched onto one pert breast. He flicked his tongue over the nipple repeatedly before biting down on it. Bulma fought a scream of anguish, refusing him the pleasure of hearing it. He moved to the other breast. This time when he bit down he actually drew blood and the pain was too much for her to combat against.
When the small whimper slipped from her lips he released her breast and ran his tongue up her throat to her trembling chin. "You are going to beg me, you little whore," he told her before he pushed his mouth to hers smearing the blood there all over his lips.
He was more than a little surprised when her mouth relaxed beneath his and she opened her mouth a little in invitation. Normally his sharp mind would have seen this as the trap it was but at that moment he was being run completely by his raging desire to take this woman pinned under him. She moaned wantonly and he released her hands to let her run her fingers in his long locks. He realized his mistake when she dug her nails into his scalp and tugged on the hair in her grip as she sunk her teeth into his bottom lip. He screamed in agonizing surprise and pushed away from her falling back on the floor.
Bulma spit the meaty green flesh that had been part of his once glorious mouth at him then scurried off the bed and towards the door. It didn't take long for Zarbon's fury to take hold and he shot ki blast at her. In probably the luckiest moment in her life, Bulma tripped over her skirts in her haste to get away and fell to the ground just as the blast went whizzing by her and hit the door. The hole it made in the stainless steel door was just big enough for her to slip through and Bulma began crawling towards it as fast as she could. She screamed when Zarbon grabbed hold of her ankle, keeping her in place. With strength that could only come from fear in the depths of one's soul, Bulma kicked out at him.
Zarbon immediately released her with a roar of pain as the heel of her shoe lodged itself in his eye socket. Bulma turned away as the blood and gore began to run down his face. She slipped through the hole and stumbled to her feet. Without another thought, she ran as fast as her legs would carry her down the corridor, not sure what to do next.
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After about ten minutes the on going siren became accompanied by a flashing red light that flooded the whole hall. Kakarot and Radditz watched their backs closely as they walked down the corridors. Every now and then someone in ship uniform would go running by obviously searching for the escapee.
"Just act natural brother," Radditz spoke in a low tone.
Kakarot nodded then made a loud grunt. Radditz turned back to him and frowned when he saw his brother trying to steady an obviously distraught young woman.
"Kakarot what are you doing?!" Radditz demanded.
"She ran into me," Kakarot told him.
The blond looked up at them, her blue eyes filled with fear. It was a moment before she truly looked at the two and she pushed the stunned man who was holding her away. When she sunk into a fighting stance, the brothers exchanged bewildered looks.
"Look we're not going to hurt you," Kakarot tried.
"Don't toying with me," she said through gritted teeth. "I'm getting off this ship and neither of you are going to stop me."
"But we're not trying to stop you. We're just looking for our friend Bulma. That's all," Kakarot said sincerely.
Radditz was sorely tempted to hit his brother. They had no idea who this woman was and here he was spilling their plans. However, his opinion changed when the young woman relaxed a bit and recognition entered her eyes. "Bulma?" she whispered.
"Yes. Do you know her?" Radditz asked hoping that for once something in this mission would be easy.
Her eyes narrowed slightly. "What do you want with her?"
"Well we-"
"Well, well, well, look what we've found boys."
Eighteen's back had been to the men and when she turned to them she couldn't help the impending doom that she felt settle in the bottom of her stomach. The five men, all of different heights and coloring, all carried cruel smirks.
"Looks like we've found our little runaway pigeon and a few intruders as well," the tall purple one sneered.
"What should we do with them Captain Ginyu?" a small orange man with a bushel of white hair running down his back asked.
"Dispose of the men and take the girl," the obvious leader said without pause.
The other members of the villainous team took great excitement in this announcement as they stepped up to take on what they saw as a couple of practice dummies. Kakarot pushed the girl behind him and sat back in a stance next to his brother.
"Ready?" he questioned feeling an odd sense of excitement at the thought of a good fight.
Radditz smirked but kept his eyes on his enemies. "I was born ready, brother."
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Vegeta pressed his back against the wall and waited for officers to go running by before he chanced a glance around the corner. His sharp eyes watched closely as a stainless steel door slid open and another officer came running out. He faded back into the shadows until the man was gone then made his way towards the door.
The panels didn't slide apart automatically and he examined the area for some kind of lock. His eyes fell on a small keypad next to the door. He considered trying to break the code but then just formed a small energy ball in his hand and destroyed the panel. As expected, the doors slid apart without pause and he entered what he soon realized was the ship's deck. The room was dim and had a definite foreboding feel to it. He would have to watch his step.
"Looking for something?"
As he turned to the voice he cursed himself for not having sensed someone in the room before now. His fierce gaze settled on a man that distinctively reminded him of a grasshopper.
The man took his regard in stride as he stepped out of the shadows. "I'm glad you're finally here, Prince Vegeta. I was getting impatient."
Vegeta didn't have time to ask how the man knew his name, for both men's attention turned back to the entrance at the sound of heavy footfalls coming towards the room. Vegeta almost lost his self-control when the blue hared woman stumbled into the room. Her eyes met his almost immediately and tears swelled in her horrified blue eyes. Vegeta took in her half-dressed bloodstained appearance and silently swore that whoever had done this to her would die.
"Oh Vegeta," she whispered and started to move towards him but got no more than two steps before she was yanked back by her hair. She suddenly found herself face to face with the man she had just fought off. The shoe was gone leaving the true horror of the injuries inflicted on him and Bulma couldn't fight a scream of terror.
"We're going to finish what we started you little bitch and believe me it's going to be very painful," Zarbon spat the words out, spraying her face with the blood that was still flowing from his missing lip. His anger was such that he was completely blind to anyone else in the room. This was a fatal oversight.
The rage that flowed through Vegeta's body was unlike any that he had every experienced in his lifetime. Her whimpers as she tried to wiggle out of the mutilated man's grasp only added to the raging fire that was burning inside of him. With a primal roar, that fire exploded and golden aura engulfed his body. The sudden flash of light finally drew the irate Zarbon out of his madness to stare in astonishment at the glowing man.
Bulma too turned her attention to Vegeta and with a gasp whispered a soft, "Oh dear, God no," as she stared at his now teal colored eyes. All that that monster had told her earlier had now come to light.
The Legendary Super Saiyan had arisen and across the room a slow smile spread over one very satisfied alien's face.
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Well, that was quite a chapter, now wasn't it? Hope you liked. Thanks for reading.