.To trust again:::…
Disclaimer: DBZ belongs to Akria Toriyama
Symbols: "….." = Talking *…..* = Thinking […..] = Author's note
Last time on 'to trust again'
_.-+†+-._ After what he guessed was half an hour he was dumped on a hard floor and he could hear a heavy door close with a screeching sound, followed by the sound of a key turning in a lock. Last thing he remembered hearing where the soft footsteps fading away before he was swallowed by a complete silence. Bulma bolted awake, her chest heaving with lost breath and a thousand things running through her head, something's wrong with Vegeta _.-+†+-._
Chapter 8 ~~ Dark fate
The air was filled with a distinct odor that only few recognized as the large ship glided through the dark space, no one knowing exactly what went on in it's hidden chambers. The giant machine had been on it's way for several hours by now after picking up their guest which lay still in the same position as it had from it's arrival. Darkness shrouded the small room as Vegeta lay on the cold floor, incapable of doing anything but listen to the heart wrenching screams and pained moans that would fill the air so many times. Some lasted for what seemed like an eternity, others only for a fraction of a second before being cut off without warning. But all of this was nothing new for Vegeta who grew up with these things, he never stopped trying to block all of it out, even though it always found a way through his defences, haunting his mind with an eternal scream of agony.
Over the years of his childhood Vegeta had learned to ignore it all as much as possible, but now it all came back to him with a wave of fear. Fear of history repeating, fear of all those memories he'd buried so long ago. Vegeta wasn't sure how long he had been laying there, just listening as he could feel himself slowly drifting away when suddenly, to his surprise, he could slightly move his index finger. Very slowly, the other four followed as he desperately tried to move the rest of his body. But it was no use, he had to wait for whatever drug they gave him to wear out, which felt like forever to the fallen Sayian. Finally, after he could use his hands and parts of his leg, he felt the muscles of his eyelids starting to respond to his orders as his eyes carefully opened.
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For the first time in days the Briefs' had finally convinced their daughter to get some sleep, although to Bulma it seemed impossible to get any rest with her mind crowded with thoughts and all. She was lying in her bed, silently staring at the ceiling. A slight breeze ruffled the long curtains, accompanied by the soft noises of the leaves outside. Bulma sighed and glanced at the clock to see it was almost midnight, she wondered what Vegeta was doing. With a small groan Bulma turned on her side, catching her thoughts drifting off again to where she didn't want them to go. The last few days she had tried everything to keep her mind off of Vegeta, and it seemed very strange to her that suddenly, her previous experiences didn't seem as important anymore. She figured she'd got over it and didn't think much of it. All she seemed to care about now was Vegeta, and where the hell he was.
She had tried to track the spaceship down by transmitting a message but it didn't work, all she got was static on the screen. Together with her father she had tried some other stuff too but nothing seemed to work, it was extremely frustrating and she was beginning to get worried. But every time she did, she reminded herself that Vegeta had been off in space for the bigger part of his life and he defiantly knew how to defend himself, which reassured her a little but always failed to take away the gnawing feeling in the back of her mind.
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Vegeta squinted his eyes to see through the dark space and as the seconds passed things became slightly clearer allowing Vegeta to distinguish vague shapes surrounding him. The most clear feature was the narrow line of light in front of him, lining the floor hinting a door to be above it. This light helped him a little to make out a shadow on the wall to his right, there seemed to be some sort of bunk, probably not too comfortable from the looks of it and judging from past experiences. He kept on searching for anything else but it was difficult since there only seemed to be four walls and a lack of..well, anything else. Yet he managed to make out a square shape next to the bunk and after closer inspection, he figured it was some kind of bucket but no way was he going to find out what was in it. Whatever it was, it couldn't be pleasant he figured and closed his eyes again, his tiny cell was nothing out of the ordinary, at least nothing different from what he'd been used to.
He couldn't help to wonder why everything seemed so familiar, offcourse he knew why, but it all seemed a little too familiar for comfort. But even in these strange conditions, his mind always seemed to divert itself to one thing, Bulma. And this didn't make him happy to say the least, he had to think of a way to get out of here but he continued to wonder where she was, what she was doing, how she was doing… Every question you can think of kept running through his head but they all had to do with this one onna.
Vegeta shook his head to clear his thoughts, he had to straighten thing out first. >Fucking Revlis! I knew I shouldn't have trusted him, if I find who ever he's working for…Ah, finally. I can move my other leg. +silence+ I wonder how the Onna's doing…. Damnit! If I could move my arm I'd smack myself. Where would she be? AARGH! Would you shut up already. Oh Kami, I'm talking to myself, I've gone mad!> This continued for another couple of hours until Vegeta eventually managed to move his arms and smack himself across the head (AN: lol, I just had to write that, I know it isn't funny but I couldn't help myself… Sorry if I completely slaughtered the mood here. I'll just continue with the serious part)
Vegeta grunted and lifted himself up, leaning on his elbows as he stared at the door which had a small hatch in it. Why couldn't he get the Onna out of his head, even when he was in so much trouble she'd haunt him. He grunted, tired of lying on the cold floor as he rolled over on all fours. He took a deep breath and stood up, wobbling slightly but standing none the less. He now got a completely different view of the room which wasn't exactly spectacular. There where no windows what so ever, there never where. He sat down on the shaky bunk and buried his face in his hands, his elbows leaning on his knees. He was so tired, the drug must still have some effect he figured before he rubbed his temples and ran over every possible scenario in his head, everyone that could have possibly done this to him but all he was able to conclude was that it had probably been someone out for revenge. Someone whose planet had once been destroyed by the Sayians, something like that. He'd seen it so many times before.
Vegeta sighed as his stomach rumbled, he hadn't had anything to eat since he left Revlis' house and that was nearly a day ago by now. The thought of his old, back stabbing friend filled him with anger but he knew it was of no use while he was trapped in the tiny room so he tried his best to bottle it up, it would only cloud his mind. Unfortunately, Bulma did manage to find a way through his defences and Vegeta had been so lost in his thoughts he never heard a door open in the distance, he never heard the soft, but heavy footsteps approaching or the key turning in the lock until the door opened with a screeching noise, breaking the silence that hung heavily in the air. Vegeta's head snapped up as a bright light entered the cell, and all he could make out what a large silhouette against the blinding light.
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The form grew larger, approaching Vegeta who had already sprung up and gotten into a fighting stance despite the sleep that still lingered in his mind. It stood there for a couple of seconds, it's heavy breathing lingering in the cell as he approached the angry Sayian with lack of caution. As soon as he was within reach, Vegeta swung his fist at the creature, figuring it's mass would slow him down. This theory soon shattered as the alien blocked the punch, snapping something around Vegeta's wrist within the blink of an eye. Vegeta didn't seem to notice however and continued his attack by sending his other fist at his opponent with as much power he was able to muster. His attack did hit the alien, but was useless however as it didn't seem to hit him as hard as Vegeta had wanted it to.
This made Vegeta stop dead in his tracks as the creature threw his head in it's neck and a loud laughter could be heard across the ship. "What the.." Vegeta seemed speechless as he stared at his fists, having trouble to stand up. A gasp escaped his lips as he noticed the device caught around his wrist, a red light shining brightly as it seemed to absorb all of his power.
The alien seemed amused as he grabbed Vegeta's arm and dragged the still stunned Sayian into the light. "W.what is this thing? Why can't I use my powers?" Vegeta demanded as he was pushed forward, just barely being able to keep standing.
"Walk." The guard simply ordered as Vegeta turned his head and caught a glimpse of his face. A long row of spiked points ran along his head, stopping just above his tiny eyes, His entire face seemed to have been squished, creating the disgusting face Vegeta now saw in front of him. But it didn't stay there long when Vegeta had to turn his head as he was nudged forward by the impatient alien. As the two walked down the long, metal corridors Vegeta continued to ask questions but each time he'd get the same answer: "I am not at liberty to say…"
After about six more, long halls the guard reached out and grabbed Vegeta by the neck, stopping in front of two large doors. "I'll ask you one more time, who the fuck ordered this!" Vegeta roared as he shook the rough hand off, getting tired of not getting any useful answers. "Let's find out." The guy said and tore his fist down on the on the heavy door in front of them. There was a short silence as both of them listened intently until they could hear a voice call from the other side, strangely soft but still very audible. They didn't have to do anything as the doors slowly opened, seeming way too heavy for the small hinges it hung on.
Vegeta was pushed in the back as the strange alien urged him into the large room. Vegeta stumbled on his feet but recovered soon enough to hear a soft chuckling from the other side of the room. With a deep frown Vegeta turned around, already opening his mouth and taking a deep breath to bombard whoever dared to capture him. But all this was lost as soon as he caught a glimpse of his captor, his eyes bulged and all thoughts disappeared from his mind as he could only stare in shock at the creature in front of him, which only laughed at it's prisoners' terror.
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Disclaimer: DBZ belongs to Akria Toriyama
Symbols: "….." = Talking *…..* = Thinking […..] = Author's note
Last time on 'to trust again'
_.-+†+-._ After what he guessed was half an hour he was dumped on a hard floor and he could hear a heavy door close with a screeching sound, followed by the sound of a key turning in a lock. Last thing he remembered hearing where the soft footsteps fading away before he was swallowed by a complete silence. Bulma bolted awake, her chest heaving with lost breath and a thousand things running through her head, something's wrong with Vegeta _.-+†+-._
Chapter 8 ~~ Dark fate
The air was filled with a distinct odor that only few recognized as the large ship glided through the dark space, no one knowing exactly what went on in it's hidden chambers. The giant machine had been on it's way for several hours by now after picking up their guest which lay still in the same position as it had from it's arrival. Darkness shrouded the small room as Vegeta lay on the cold floor, incapable of doing anything but listen to the heart wrenching screams and pained moans that would fill the air so many times. Some lasted for what seemed like an eternity, others only for a fraction of a second before being cut off without warning. But all of this was nothing new for Vegeta who grew up with these things, he never stopped trying to block all of it out, even though it always found a way through his defences, haunting his mind with an eternal scream of agony.
Over the years of his childhood Vegeta had learned to ignore it all as much as possible, but now it all came back to him with a wave of fear. Fear of history repeating, fear of all those memories he'd buried so long ago. Vegeta wasn't sure how long he had been laying there, just listening as he could feel himself slowly drifting away when suddenly, to his surprise, he could slightly move his index finger. Very slowly, the other four followed as he desperately tried to move the rest of his body. But it was no use, he had to wait for whatever drug they gave him to wear out, which felt like forever to the fallen Sayian. Finally, after he could use his hands and parts of his leg, he felt the muscles of his eyelids starting to respond to his orders as his eyes carefully opened.
-(~~*~~)-
For the first time in days the Briefs' had finally convinced their daughter to get some sleep, although to Bulma it seemed impossible to get any rest with her mind crowded with thoughts and all. She was lying in her bed, silently staring at the ceiling. A slight breeze ruffled the long curtains, accompanied by the soft noises of the leaves outside. Bulma sighed and glanced at the clock to see it was almost midnight, she wondered what Vegeta was doing. With a small groan Bulma turned on her side, catching her thoughts drifting off again to where she didn't want them to go. The last few days she had tried everything to keep her mind off of Vegeta, and it seemed very strange to her that suddenly, her previous experiences didn't seem as important anymore. She figured she'd got over it and didn't think much of it. All she seemed to care about now was Vegeta, and where the hell he was.
She had tried to track the spaceship down by transmitting a message but it didn't work, all she got was static on the screen. Together with her father she had tried some other stuff too but nothing seemed to work, it was extremely frustrating and she was beginning to get worried. But every time she did, she reminded herself that Vegeta had been off in space for the bigger part of his life and he defiantly knew how to defend himself, which reassured her a little but always failed to take away the gnawing feeling in the back of her mind.
-(~~*~~)-
Vegeta squinted his eyes to see through the dark space and as the seconds passed things became slightly clearer allowing Vegeta to distinguish vague shapes surrounding him. The most clear feature was the narrow line of light in front of him, lining the floor hinting a door to be above it. This light helped him a little to make out a shadow on the wall to his right, there seemed to be some sort of bunk, probably not too comfortable from the looks of it and judging from past experiences. He kept on searching for anything else but it was difficult since there only seemed to be four walls and a lack of..well, anything else. Yet he managed to make out a square shape next to the bunk and after closer inspection, he figured it was some kind of bucket but no way was he going to find out what was in it. Whatever it was, it couldn't be pleasant he figured and closed his eyes again, his tiny cell was nothing out of the ordinary, at least nothing different from what he'd been used to.
He couldn't help to wonder why everything seemed so familiar, offcourse he knew why, but it all seemed a little too familiar for comfort. But even in these strange conditions, his mind always seemed to divert itself to one thing, Bulma. And this didn't make him happy to say the least, he had to think of a way to get out of here but he continued to wonder where she was, what she was doing, how she was doing… Every question you can think of kept running through his head but they all had to do with this one onna.
Vegeta shook his head to clear his thoughts, he had to straighten thing out first. >Fucking Revlis! I knew I shouldn't have trusted him, if I find who ever he's working for…Ah, finally. I can move my other leg. +silence+ I wonder how the Onna's doing…. Damnit! If I could move my arm I'd smack myself. Where would she be? AARGH! Would you shut up already. Oh Kami, I'm talking to myself, I've gone mad!> This continued for another couple of hours until Vegeta eventually managed to move his arms and smack himself across the head (AN: lol, I just had to write that, I know it isn't funny but I couldn't help myself… Sorry if I completely slaughtered the mood here. I'll just continue with the serious part)
Vegeta grunted and lifted himself up, leaning on his elbows as he stared at the door which had a small hatch in it. Why couldn't he get the Onna out of his head, even when he was in so much trouble she'd haunt him. He grunted, tired of lying on the cold floor as he rolled over on all fours. He took a deep breath and stood up, wobbling slightly but standing none the less. He now got a completely different view of the room which wasn't exactly spectacular. There where no windows what so ever, there never where. He sat down on the shaky bunk and buried his face in his hands, his elbows leaning on his knees. He was so tired, the drug must still have some effect he figured before he rubbed his temples and ran over every possible scenario in his head, everyone that could have possibly done this to him but all he was able to conclude was that it had probably been someone out for revenge. Someone whose planet had once been destroyed by the Sayians, something like that. He'd seen it so many times before.
Vegeta sighed as his stomach rumbled, he hadn't had anything to eat since he left Revlis' house and that was nearly a day ago by now. The thought of his old, back stabbing friend filled him with anger but he knew it was of no use while he was trapped in the tiny room so he tried his best to bottle it up, it would only cloud his mind. Unfortunately, Bulma did manage to find a way through his defences and Vegeta had been so lost in his thoughts he never heard a door open in the distance, he never heard the soft, but heavy footsteps approaching or the key turning in the lock until the door opened with a screeching noise, breaking the silence that hung heavily in the air. Vegeta's head snapped up as a bright light entered the cell, and all he could make out what a large silhouette against the blinding light.
-(~~*~~)-
The form grew larger, approaching Vegeta who had already sprung up and gotten into a fighting stance despite the sleep that still lingered in his mind. It stood there for a couple of seconds, it's heavy breathing lingering in the cell as he approached the angry Sayian with lack of caution. As soon as he was within reach, Vegeta swung his fist at the creature, figuring it's mass would slow him down. This theory soon shattered as the alien blocked the punch, snapping something around Vegeta's wrist within the blink of an eye. Vegeta didn't seem to notice however and continued his attack by sending his other fist at his opponent with as much power he was able to muster. His attack did hit the alien, but was useless however as it didn't seem to hit him as hard as Vegeta had wanted it to.
This made Vegeta stop dead in his tracks as the creature threw his head in it's neck and a loud laughter could be heard across the ship. "What the.." Vegeta seemed speechless as he stared at his fists, having trouble to stand up. A gasp escaped his lips as he noticed the device caught around his wrist, a red light shining brightly as it seemed to absorb all of his power.
The alien seemed amused as he grabbed Vegeta's arm and dragged the still stunned Sayian into the light. "W.what is this thing? Why can't I use my powers?" Vegeta demanded as he was pushed forward, just barely being able to keep standing.
"Walk." The guard simply ordered as Vegeta turned his head and caught a glimpse of his face. A long row of spiked points ran along his head, stopping just above his tiny eyes, His entire face seemed to have been squished, creating the disgusting face Vegeta now saw in front of him. But it didn't stay there long when Vegeta had to turn his head as he was nudged forward by the impatient alien. As the two walked down the long, metal corridors Vegeta continued to ask questions but each time he'd get the same answer: "I am not at liberty to say…"
After about six more, long halls the guard reached out and grabbed Vegeta by the neck, stopping in front of two large doors. "I'll ask you one more time, who the fuck ordered this!" Vegeta roared as he shook the rough hand off, getting tired of not getting any useful answers. "Let's find out." The guy said and tore his fist down on the on the heavy door in front of them. There was a short silence as both of them listened intently until they could hear a voice call from the other side, strangely soft but still very audible. They didn't have to do anything as the doors slowly opened, seeming way too heavy for the small hinges it hung on.
Vegeta was pushed in the back as the strange alien urged him into the large room. Vegeta stumbled on his feet but recovered soon enough to hear a soft chuckling from the other side of the room. With a deep frown Vegeta turned around, already opening his mouth and taking a deep breath to bombard whoever dared to capture him. But all this was lost as soon as he caught a glimpse of his captor, his eyes bulged and all thoughts disappeared from his mind as he could only stare in shock at the creature in front of him, which only laughed at it's prisoners' terror.
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