She was upstairs in a flash, preparing herself for the worst. Vivid images of Bulma's bloodied bloody flooded her mind, and she shook it violently, trying her best to scatter the horrid images into the dust. The crack that had ensured after the scream had sounded faintly like a gunshot, its reverberations echoing back and forth.
As she got closer to Bulma's room, she was relieved to hear her voice, though panicked as it sounded. The voices of Dr. Briefs and Mrs. Briefs were apparent as well, though the presence of a deeper, harsher, male voice alarmed her senses, and she cursed herself silently for being so naïve as to spend so much time on a teleport to the second floor instead of directly into the room and taking out the intruder with a simple-needed blow.
She reached the wooden double-doors that secluded Bulma's room from the rest of the house. After a quick rattle of the door handles, it was determined that the doors were bolted firmly from the inside. Pushing against them roughly, they neither moved nor budged.
"Damn!" Moving back a few paces, she charged headlong at the doors, aiming a kick straight for the middle…
SLAM!
The double doors flew open, crashing against the walls of the room. She hurried inside, leaping precariously over the broken shards of glass on the carpeted floor, trying her best to avoid cutting her feet, protected only by the thin slippers, open.
"This is what probably made that noise…" she mumbled, noticing that a lamp lay several feet away, shattered to bits. "But where is everyone??"
Suddenly, there was a thump from somewhere to her left. Springing around at the sound to prepare herself for an attack, so was met with nothing but the sliding closets. There was no other sound in the room, except the faint THUMP THUMP from inside of the compartments.
And then she knew. Rushing over, she threw the closet doors wide open, revealing both Dr. and Mrs. Briefs bound and gagged on the closet floor, amid piles of clothes and magazines. "What happened here?" she exclaimed as she carefully lifted the elder Briefs from the miniscule room and out into the main bedroom, gently removing the gags and working on the ties which bound them.
"Dr. Briefs, what happened in here? Where's Bulma?" Sashima removed the gag as Dr. Briefs gasped for breath. Suddenly his eyes lit wide open and Mrs. Briefs let out a scream. Shakily, he raised a finger and pointed at something over Sashima's shoulder.
There was another ki behind her. Whirling around, she had only about enough time to glimpse a flurry of black before something slammed painfully into her gut, knocking her over backwards, her back hitting the floor with a loud thud.
'Fuck, you should've been on your guard and now look what's happened!'
She switched over to her alternate plan, at once teleporting off the floor. In the state of being between her desired place and from where she started, time seemed to freeze for several seconds as she debated where do stop. It was then that she surveyed the real scene in front of her. Dr. and Mrs. Briefs were still bound in the middle of the room while two masked men were emerging from the bathroom, each holding onto Bulma, one with a gun to her head. The third masked man was farther into the room, at the spot where he had struck Sashima down onto the floor.
"Where did she go?" The man who had ambushed her snarled as he faced his companions, stalking over to them angrily.
"Well, WE don't know. She was just there, wasn't she?" The man to Bulma's right tightening his grip on Bulma's arm, making her wince in pain. "What, can't take it?" he mocked, squeezing her arm even tighter.
Her eyes widened, yet she couldn't cry out to the pain. They had gagged her as well, to prevent her from making any noise at all, and bound her ankles together to hinder any attempts of escape.
"I don't know about you two, but something here doesn't seem right…that girl was on the floor a minute ago, then we blinked and she was gone! Doesn't it seem a bit odd that she could get away so quickly without us noticing a thing?" The man on the left spoke up.
"What do you expect her to do? Become invisible or something?" The first man snorted, glancing at the three Briefs. "Why don't we just kill them all and take the documents and be done for?"
"Sounds good to me," the two masked assailants replied, holding Bulma out in front of them and stepping a couple paces to the left. "Just don't shoot us pal," the shorter man on the left chuckled.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure to make this a clean--AHH!!" He wobbled on his feet for a second, then fell facedown onto the carpeted floor.
"What the hell?" The lean man to Bulma's right yelled in disbelief.
All was silent. They looked around cautiously, wary of what might have been lurking in the shadows. Without warning, a leg shot out from nowhere and swiped the shorter man across the neck; he smashed into the wall with the single blow.
"Don't move…I-I-I'm armed! I'll shoot her if you tried anything!" The last remaining man cowered, pressing the gun to Bulma's temples. "HAHAHAHA! You won't dare attack her while I have this!"
"Won't dare attack huh?" From a corner, Sashima appeared back in view, thrusting out her hand, which glowed a cerulean blue. "And you say I don't dare attack…"
"What's happening to me?? I can't move!" Frozen in his current position, the sweat dripped from his forehead in long currents, a waterfall at its most tremendous rage. Like the men earlier that day, Sashima noticed the obvious signs of fear, and she couldn't help feeling a bit smug about it.
"Of course you can't move, you dumbass. Watch this." Clenching her fist ever so slightly, the man was overcome with a twist of pain.
"Ahhhh!! Stop it!!"
"Tell me what you're doing here first!" Sashima demanded, loosing the grip slightly.
"No, I will never tell!"
"Really? Let's just see how much you can take then…" With that she squeezed her fist once more, squeals of pain emitting from the trapped man.
"Okay…okay…I'll tell…please stop…" he gasped, choked of breath from having his ribs almost crushed to pieces.
"That's more like it. Now tell me, what's your business here?"
"We were ordered to kill all members of the Briefs family," he responded shakily.
"That was apparently evident. You mentioned papers. What about them?"
"We were also told to steal Capsule Corporation's plans for all their major projects, as well as the ownership document of Capsule Corp."
"WHAT??!" By now Bulma had undid her bonds and yanked the gag from her own mouth. She rushed over to the man and snatched him by the collar, shaking him hard. "Why he hell do you want the papers for Capsule Corporation for??!"
"We-we--don't know…we were just ordered to…" he stammered.
"By who?" Bulma nearly shouted.
He hesitated, as if deciding whether or not there was a chance of escape.
Sashima sensed the hesitation, and stepped in to intervene, putting her point bluntly out in front of her. "Do you want a few broken ribs or not?"
"No! Please! I'll tell!" His eyes nearly popped out of his sockets at the mere sound of her voice.
"Good. Who is this person?"
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AN: Yay, I'm on Break right now! I hope to have two more chapters up before I head back to school…and er…don't get mad if I only manage one, okay?
As she got closer to Bulma's room, she was relieved to hear her voice, though panicked as it sounded. The voices of Dr. Briefs and Mrs. Briefs were apparent as well, though the presence of a deeper, harsher, male voice alarmed her senses, and she cursed herself silently for being so naïve as to spend so much time on a teleport to the second floor instead of directly into the room and taking out the intruder with a simple-needed blow.
She reached the wooden double-doors that secluded Bulma's room from the rest of the house. After a quick rattle of the door handles, it was determined that the doors were bolted firmly from the inside. Pushing against them roughly, they neither moved nor budged.
"Damn!" Moving back a few paces, she charged headlong at the doors, aiming a kick straight for the middle…
SLAM!
The double doors flew open, crashing against the walls of the room. She hurried inside, leaping precariously over the broken shards of glass on the carpeted floor, trying her best to avoid cutting her feet, protected only by the thin slippers, open.
"This is what probably made that noise…" she mumbled, noticing that a lamp lay several feet away, shattered to bits. "But where is everyone??"
Suddenly, there was a thump from somewhere to her left. Springing around at the sound to prepare herself for an attack, so was met with nothing but the sliding closets. There was no other sound in the room, except the faint THUMP THUMP from inside of the compartments.
And then she knew. Rushing over, she threw the closet doors wide open, revealing both Dr. and Mrs. Briefs bound and gagged on the closet floor, amid piles of clothes and magazines. "What happened here?" she exclaimed as she carefully lifted the elder Briefs from the miniscule room and out into the main bedroom, gently removing the gags and working on the ties which bound them.
"Dr. Briefs, what happened in here? Where's Bulma?" Sashima removed the gag as Dr. Briefs gasped for breath. Suddenly his eyes lit wide open and Mrs. Briefs let out a scream. Shakily, he raised a finger and pointed at something over Sashima's shoulder.
There was another ki behind her. Whirling around, she had only about enough time to glimpse a flurry of black before something slammed painfully into her gut, knocking her over backwards, her back hitting the floor with a loud thud.
'Fuck, you should've been on your guard and now look what's happened!'
She switched over to her alternate plan, at once teleporting off the floor. In the state of being between her desired place and from where she started, time seemed to freeze for several seconds as she debated where do stop. It was then that she surveyed the real scene in front of her. Dr. and Mrs. Briefs were still bound in the middle of the room while two masked men were emerging from the bathroom, each holding onto Bulma, one with a gun to her head. The third masked man was farther into the room, at the spot where he had struck Sashima down onto the floor.
"Where did she go?" The man who had ambushed her snarled as he faced his companions, stalking over to them angrily.
"Well, WE don't know. She was just there, wasn't she?" The man to Bulma's right tightening his grip on Bulma's arm, making her wince in pain. "What, can't take it?" he mocked, squeezing her arm even tighter.
Her eyes widened, yet she couldn't cry out to the pain. They had gagged her as well, to prevent her from making any noise at all, and bound her ankles together to hinder any attempts of escape.
"I don't know about you two, but something here doesn't seem right…that girl was on the floor a minute ago, then we blinked and she was gone! Doesn't it seem a bit odd that she could get away so quickly without us noticing a thing?" The man on the left spoke up.
"What do you expect her to do? Become invisible or something?" The first man snorted, glancing at the three Briefs. "Why don't we just kill them all and take the documents and be done for?"
"Sounds good to me," the two masked assailants replied, holding Bulma out in front of them and stepping a couple paces to the left. "Just don't shoot us pal," the shorter man on the left chuckled.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure to make this a clean--AHH!!" He wobbled on his feet for a second, then fell facedown onto the carpeted floor.
"What the hell?" The lean man to Bulma's right yelled in disbelief.
All was silent. They looked around cautiously, wary of what might have been lurking in the shadows. Without warning, a leg shot out from nowhere and swiped the shorter man across the neck; he smashed into the wall with the single blow.
"Don't move…I-I-I'm armed! I'll shoot her if you tried anything!" The last remaining man cowered, pressing the gun to Bulma's temples. "HAHAHAHA! You won't dare attack her while I have this!"
"Won't dare attack huh?" From a corner, Sashima appeared back in view, thrusting out her hand, which glowed a cerulean blue. "And you say I don't dare attack…"
"What's happening to me?? I can't move!" Frozen in his current position, the sweat dripped from his forehead in long currents, a waterfall at its most tremendous rage. Like the men earlier that day, Sashima noticed the obvious signs of fear, and she couldn't help feeling a bit smug about it.
"Of course you can't move, you dumbass. Watch this." Clenching her fist ever so slightly, the man was overcome with a twist of pain.
"Ahhhh!! Stop it!!"
"Tell me what you're doing here first!" Sashima demanded, loosing the grip slightly.
"No, I will never tell!"
"Really? Let's just see how much you can take then…" With that she squeezed her fist once more, squeals of pain emitting from the trapped man.
"Okay…okay…I'll tell…please stop…" he gasped, choked of breath from having his ribs almost crushed to pieces.
"That's more like it. Now tell me, what's your business here?"
"We were ordered to kill all members of the Briefs family," he responded shakily.
"That was apparently evident. You mentioned papers. What about them?"
"We were also told to steal Capsule Corporation's plans for all their major projects, as well as the ownership document of Capsule Corp."
"WHAT??!" By now Bulma had undid her bonds and yanked the gag from her own mouth. She rushed over to the man and snatched him by the collar, shaking him hard. "Why he hell do you want the papers for Capsule Corporation for??!"
"We-we--don't know…we were just ordered to…" he stammered.
"By who?" Bulma nearly shouted.
He hesitated, as if deciding whether or not there was a chance of escape.
Sashima sensed the hesitation, and stepped in to intervene, putting her point bluntly out in front of her. "Do you want a few broken ribs or not?"
"No! Please! I'll tell!" His eyes nearly popped out of his sockets at the mere sound of her voice.
"Good. Who is this person?"
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AN: Yay, I'm on Break right now! I hope to have two more chapters up before I head back to school…and er…don't get mad if I only manage one, okay?
