Hate and Hope
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, but I do own a growing collection of cool DBZ calendars.
The next few moments were a blur when I look back. I remember the silence most of all. Like we were a freak show for their entertainment, only we had done the impossible. If you got close up to them, they all had a hint of fear in their eyes, I learned later. We never got that close though. While Pott and I stood there, our clothes frayed at the ends, the slave drivers came back. They started binding everyone in iron cuffs around our wrists. They made such a commotion, Pott and I, and the rest of the crowd snapped out of the trance.
We took to the air, trying to seek a way out. Obviously some of the guards could fly as well, for I suddenly ended up hurtling towards the ground headfirst. Twisting my body as quick as I could, I landed on the ground cat- like, with my feet bent beneath me. Springing up, I noticed Pott hadn't learned my trick and had landed with one of her shoulders in the ground. Meanwhile I felt the cold sensation of iron on my wrists, and I couldn't move my arms.
That's really all I remember, me being dragged away by at least five guards that I could see, trying to get to Pott who was still face down in cement. But that's until the Sale started.
The Sale is something I think every single one of us wants to forget, but too bad as the gods say, it's drilled into our minds forever. We were hauled away; some of us cleaned up, some of us not. The ones who were cleaned up were the ones who lost first. They were the weaklings of our group, and were to be sold as the "other" group of slaves. We don't even want to know what becomes of them.
Pott and I were led over to the Auction Ring. All of us slaves were placed with a guard around the edge of the Ring. The stupid guard behind me didn't know what hit him. He started to take off one of my shackles in case any "buyer" wanted to have a "mock" spar with me. Well let's just say my new pair of guards were big, huge, full of themselves, and just slightly smarter than the other oaf. So now I'm stuck here with iron on my right wrist, and around my neck.
Pott was situated about three or four slaves down from me, but I guess she had the sense not to kill her first guard. Then came the men.
They were horrible, revolting, and sick. Some would come over and check you out, and some came a little too close. One of them learned first hand not to touch me. The second he did, he got a hole through his chest, and let's just say he won't be waking up tomorrow.
The others learned. Some of them were too thickheaded to get anything out of that, but the rest just looked me over from a safe distance. Except for two of them. I had seen them both before, but they had come in separately. The first one I saw leaning over Pott, and it sent a chill through me. He looked so familiar. I hadn't noticed him before, with his lavender hair. But now as he leaned over Pott, her blonde hair blocked his lavender, and he looked familiar. With blonde hair.
But how could that be? Does he have a twin brother? He looked like the guy on the battlefield.
And then he was in front of me. It couldn't have been him. The guy on the battlefield had green eyes. The guy in front of me had startling blue eyes, the color of the sky, on a cloudless day. He looked different from the others; he held himself differently. He wasn't afraid to come near me, not because he was thickheaded or over confident. It worried me, I wasn't afraid. The last time I had been afraid was the night mom died, the night Pott and I changed forever. The night I got the awesome power of the Sayins.
All of the sudden he was next to me, overpowering, but yet not touching me, like the others had tried. All he did was whisper something in my ear, "Keep it". What the heck did that mean? But I could never ask him, because the next moment he was gone. Like he had never been here. In his place, another guy I had never seen before, but had the same difference as the one with lavender hair. Only this time I knew why he stood that way. He was the most arrogant person I'd ever seen. When he spoke to my two officers, it only proved my assumption. It'd never been so hard to hold my tongue before, but that was just the beginning.
Author's Note: I just have a habit of finishing these chapters at night. Weird huh? Oh well, I've been really good, two chapters in two days. If only I could keep it that way. I promise I'll try. hopefully it'll work this time. Reviews might help though.
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, but I do own a growing collection of cool DBZ calendars.
The next few moments were a blur when I look back. I remember the silence most of all. Like we were a freak show for their entertainment, only we had done the impossible. If you got close up to them, they all had a hint of fear in their eyes, I learned later. We never got that close though. While Pott and I stood there, our clothes frayed at the ends, the slave drivers came back. They started binding everyone in iron cuffs around our wrists. They made such a commotion, Pott and I, and the rest of the crowd snapped out of the trance.
We took to the air, trying to seek a way out. Obviously some of the guards could fly as well, for I suddenly ended up hurtling towards the ground headfirst. Twisting my body as quick as I could, I landed on the ground cat- like, with my feet bent beneath me. Springing up, I noticed Pott hadn't learned my trick and had landed with one of her shoulders in the ground. Meanwhile I felt the cold sensation of iron on my wrists, and I couldn't move my arms.
That's really all I remember, me being dragged away by at least five guards that I could see, trying to get to Pott who was still face down in cement. But that's until the Sale started.
The Sale is something I think every single one of us wants to forget, but too bad as the gods say, it's drilled into our minds forever. We were hauled away; some of us cleaned up, some of us not. The ones who were cleaned up were the ones who lost first. They were the weaklings of our group, and were to be sold as the "other" group of slaves. We don't even want to know what becomes of them.
Pott and I were led over to the Auction Ring. All of us slaves were placed with a guard around the edge of the Ring. The stupid guard behind me didn't know what hit him. He started to take off one of my shackles in case any "buyer" wanted to have a "mock" spar with me. Well let's just say my new pair of guards were big, huge, full of themselves, and just slightly smarter than the other oaf. So now I'm stuck here with iron on my right wrist, and around my neck.
Pott was situated about three or four slaves down from me, but I guess she had the sense not to kill her first guard. Then came the men.
They were horrible, revolting, and sick. Some would come over and check you out, and some came a little too close. One of them learned first hand not to touch me. The second he did, he got a hole through his chest, and let's just say he won't be waking up tomorrow.
The others learned. Some of them were too thickheaded to get anything out of that, but the rest just looked me over from a safe distance. Except for two of them. I had seen them both before, but they had come in separately. The first one I saw leaning over Pott, and it sent a chill through me. He looked so familiar. I hadn't noticed him before, with his lavender hair. But now as he leaned over Pott, her blonde hair blocked his lavender, and he looked familiar. With blonde hair.
But how could that be? Does he have a twin brother? He looked like the guy on the battlefield.
And then he was in front of me. It couldn't have been him. The guy on the battlefield had green eyes. The guy in front of me had startling blue eyes, the color of the sky, on a cloudless day. He looked different from the others; he held himself differently. He wasn't afraid to come near me, not because he was thickheaded or over confident. It worried me, I wasn't afraid. The last time I had been afraid was the night mom died, the night Pott and I changed forever. The night I got the awesome power of the Sayins.
All of the sudden he was next to me, overpowering, but yet not touching me, like the others had tried. All he did was whisper something in my ear, "Keep it". What the heck did that mean? But I could never ask him, because the next moment he was gone. Like he had never been here. In his place, another guy I had never seen before, but had the same difference as the one with lavender hair. Only this time I knew why he stood that way. He was the most arrogant person I'd ever seen. When he spoke to my two officers, it only proved my assumption. It'd never been so hard to hold my tongue before, but that was just the beginning.
Author's Note: I just have a habit of finishing these chapters at night. Weird huh? Oh well, I've been really good, two chapters in two days. If only I could keep it that way. I promise I'll try. hopefully it'll work this time. Reviews might help though.