He had sent the little monkeys away. The odd one had been strangely subdued but he could not find out why. Taking yet another sip of his blood wine he watched his solders work in frenzy around him, all doing their best not to draw his attention to them. Looking to his two, newly acquired pets he grinned maliciously. Shooting his tail out the nearest worker fell into the pit that held his two kittens. His screams of agony though loud, were short. The two Hellcats were vicious and beautiful at the same time. All of the men in the room froze. "I'm bored." He announced, all in the room gulped. All save for Zarbon who had just entered. The green man kneeled and requested permission to speak. Curious he allowed his second to explain his idea.
"Why not hold a death match. Say with the new slaves we acquired on the station we…obtained a week ago. Most of the cargo was aggressive and volatile. They may prove interesting." Frieze thought it over and let a cruel grin grace his face.
"Do it."
It didn't take long for Bulma to lose her short temper. No one had been able to tell her about the pair of men that had taken Roshi. But at the moment she had to make the annoyance only her second priority. It seemed all who bore the brand of Gero on their body in some location had been gathered and put in separate cages. From what she could see they were planning on setting them against each other. It didn't hurt that they had neglected to feed them for the past few days. Once again she was not eating. She had developed the ability to go without food or drink for weeks, not feeling the strain. 18 need not eat at all. Not to say she couldn't, just had no need for the nutrients. Others though…need food constantly to maintain their sanity. She couldn't find her blond friend. But considering you couldn't tell what color their skin was let alone their hair from beneath all the dirt, grease, and other unknown substances that layered their skin it didn't much matter, they could always find each other no matter what the ruckus. She didn't move when the cage opened, she did step out of the tiny compartment. She knew she would have to defend herself but only from those who had lost their wits. All feared Bulma in death matches; she had no doubt that this was just that. 'Enter the star gladiator.' She thought only having to look at her approaching enemy to make him back down. She controlled her transformation well. She was not going to go so far as to complete it, only brought her fangs in and her hands grew claws. Her throat changed so that a low menacing growl could be given off. She had to slash at the throat of one berserker, many followed after that. She felt the hem of her already short dress going to shreds but her life was more important than the potatoes sack she wore. It did not take her long to find her back against that of her friend, who, instead of hands, held two blades to fend off her attackers. They did not stay beside each other for long, preferring to move as they 'danced' with their partners. When at last there was only on more enemy he needed only to take one look at them to decide that slitting his own throat was the safer choice. Looking up she caught site of her friend across the arena. She could see that her hands had replaced the blades and that she had stolen a mans pair of pants, Bulma, incidentally, had done the same along with pulling a shirt that had been slit down the middle over the top of her dress. They could hear the calls cheering them to attack the other. Both merely walked to the other and sat down in the bloodied floor they had battled on.
"That was pointless." 18 remarked looking towards the guards that were coming to retrieve them.
"I think we're in trouble." Bulma added amusement in her voice. This was not a first for the duo. They had fought but once, their meeting, they had soon figured out that they were only going by defense and had halted in the attack of the other. Gero had not been pleased with them, nor had 17. Neither objected overly much when they were pushed and shoved to the control room.
18 could just see the cogs turning the in younger girls mind. She was after all the daughter of a scientist and had surpassed the man long ago in her innocent youth. Looking forward she met eyes with a lizard looking…thing.
"You did not fight each other." He growled, she could almost hear it as a whine.
"What quarrel is their between us?" She answered. "She and I are partners, not bounty hunters." The thing looked to Bulma and she took her cue to give her explanation.
"You saw many turn away from us, even kill themselves before attempting to battle us. We have a reputation that was known in our ranks."
'An answer with no answer. Very good Bulma.' She cheered mentally. She knew that Bulma was not bad at metal games. 'She should have been a spy.'
"Punish them." He ordered, a man with green skin grabbed her arm and neared it to a pot of what her sensors were saying was a very hot substance. Grinning inwardly she allowed him to push her hand in, not making a sound. What they didn't know was that she was nearly all synthetic; she had in all reality retracted her hand into her forearm. Glancing to her friend she saw the blue haired girl grin wickedly and nod. With no warning she shoved her arm into the liquid up to her elbow. The green man's hand went in to his wrist. He screamed. She was released and they all could see she had no arm to the point of her elbow.
When the green guy screamed her captor had released her, only to be shoved by another into a pit. Looking about she saw the two cat-like creatures before her. The only reason they hadn't already attacked was that she had caught them unaware. Hissing she let them know she was not going to go down easy. Meeting the eyes of the one she knew in charge she let him see her wild side. The one that displayed her competence, her low growl didn't hurt either. Both lowered their hackles in an instant and she relaxed. They would not harm her; she had proven herself to be a hunter and one that would not become their prey. Moving forward she scratched them behind the ears, earning delighted purrs. From what she could tell they were feline for the most part, most likely not big jumpers by the looks of their legs but powerful runners. Looking up she saw the stunned looks of the guards and the amazed gaze of the one in charge. 18 somehow made her way to the edge of the pit and held out her stump. Unsurprisingly the rest of her arm shot from it and Bulma could reach it. Effortlessly her friend pulled her out. 'Time to face the firing squad.' She thought Looking back to the pack of wolves that surrounded them.
He looked to them, both filthy beyond the ability to tell if they were anything other than male or female. Zarbon's hand had been his own fault for not having paid attention. "Send them to the chamber fighters. Split them up, I don't want them ever to see the other again unless it in the ring. There, see how they handle not having the other. Both would be sold to one of the many traveling gladiator ships. Maybe they would survive, most likely they would die. They did not appear to be of a powerful upbringing, both delicate in appearance. But he over most knew that appearances could be deceiving.
Bye bye 18!! See you in a little while! Bulma get ready to meet you love that you never thought you'd want to see. Goku shouldn't hurt either. But what of Napa? Radditz? Sexist pigs of course! Well time to escape Frieze my horny Sayains. Until next time my minions.
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