Chapter 9.
Authors Note:
When I went back to look at the story to figure out what to write next, I realized how big of a cliffy that was . . .and I will say that I am sorry,
I will try to write as much as possible for this story for a little bit!
Cyanryou stopped short when Bulma fell.
He looked down on her, then looked in the direction of Bulma's terrified eyes.
Before he could see the owner of the face, he was struck to the ground by strong arms.
"You let a slave tell you what to do boy . . .you know better!"
Cyanryou knew who it was in a second.
Bulma crawled backwards, trying to get to Cyanryou.
The father starred at her,
"Get back here you bitch!"
he yelled reaching down and grabbing her foot.
Bulma was yanked towards the father.
The man brought Bulma to a standing position.
Bulma winced as Cyanryou's father starred at her,
"You , you will pay . . .nobody tells anybody from my family what to do!!"
Cyanryou jumped up, but was stopped when his two brothers grabbed either of his arms and held him back.
"It's okay Cyanryou , she'll be dead in a few seconds."
His oldest brother chuckled.
Cyanryou watched helplessly as his father struck out at Bulma's stomach, surely re-breaking her ribs.
"Father stop!"
he yelled through the rain.
Bulma fell to the ground, she slid on the mud backwards.
Cyanryou watched as she skidded to a stop by his own feet,
"Bulma, are you aright!"
he yelled.
Bulma was to busy struggling to bring in air to answer Cyanryou.
Growling, Cyanryou built up some secret strength and ripped out of his brothers' arms, then knocked them across the street before kneeling to Bulma's.
Bulma felt herself being lifted into Cyanryou's arms.
Cyanryou's father growled when he saw his two more obedient son's thrust easily across the street, then his youngest son hold the slave.
"Son, I order you to kill her instantly!"
he yelled.
Cyanryou held Bulma closer to his chest,
"leave her be father, she has done nothing to bother you!"
Cyanryou's father lunged foreword and lifted Cyanryou to the air, then let a furry of punches and kicks to his body.
Cyanryou held his breath as he was beaten by his father.
Bulma struggled to get up.
When she managed to get up she grabbed Cyanryou's father's arm and tried to stop him,
"Stop it, he's your son for Kami's sake, stop hurting him!" she yelled.
* * *
Vegeta walked quickly though the many food streets lining the center of this large city.
"How am I to find her throughout all these Saiyan's!?
he questioned.
There were rising and lowering power levels all over the place, he couldn't concentrate on any one in specific,
'this is driving me crazy . . .where is she!?'
he yelled to his conscience.
* * *
Bulma froze as Cyanryou's father stopped short and turned his head slowly to her,
"How dare you, you witch!"
Cyanryou's mostly limp body dropped to the ground.
Bulma looked freakishly at the large mad looking man in front of her,
"I'm . . ."
Bulma was hit harshly to the ground.
Saiyan's walked by as if nothing was happening.
'why isn't anyone paying any attention?'
she asked herself as Saiyan's, and other slaves rushed by to get out of the rain.
The father grabbed her from the ground and threw her to the air.
As she fell down he beat on her, laughing satanically the whole time.
Cyanryou managed to get up just as his two brothers charged him.
Cyanryou growled and punched both their lights out easily.
Bulma landed with a thud to the ground.
Her cheek was sitting on the ground, and she was able to see all the feet on the many Saiyan's walking in all directions.
Bulma glanced at Cyanryou's father, she would have expected being beaten to a pulp again by now.
Bulma felt tears rim her eyes when she saw that Cyanryou was trying to stop his father in his own broken state.
Bulma could feel herself passing out, very slowly.
* * *
Vegeta walked slower now, there was a fight going on, on the block right beside him.
But he couldn't see more then a kid being beaten by a larger man,
'stupid man, at least beat on someone your own strength.'
He thought miserably.
Then he started too walk slowly forward, not in the block where the fight was, but past it.
* * *
Bulma blinked, she saw something she recognized really well.
It was there, she knew it.
There was one pair of feet that she recognized.
It wasn't the feet, nor the shoes, but the stride.
There was something about the stride . . .
'Vegeta!'
she yelled in her mind.
Bulma go a sudden burst of energy,
"VEGETA"
she yelled desperately, trying to be as loud as possible.
* * *
Vegeta stopped short.
He was about a block away from the fight now, but he could have sworn her heard his name being called from that direction.
What interested him more was that the voice never called him 'prince' or 'king', or anything else, just plain old Vegeta.
Vegeta turned around and started to slowly walk back, he scanned the crowds, trying to see if he recognized anybody.
* * *
Bulma forced herself onto all fours, then struggled to stand.
But she was too weak and fell to the ground again.
Just as she fell, she saw the stride again, and with the same shoes, meaning if she was right they had turned around to find the voice.
She got another sprite of energy,
"VEGETA"
she yelled as the feet were almost past the building at the end of the block.
The feet stopped.
* * *
Vegeta froze,
"There it was, he heard it again,
'there was something about the voice.'
He knew there was fear in the voice, but there was something else, something he was missing.'
He searched the crowd with his eyes, but he didn't recognize anyone.
Soon, he was able to sense only those Ki's that were similar to Bulma's, they were all around, most were walking away from him, and so he started walking in that direction.
* * *
Bulma felt a ping of sadness when the stride started to walk away from her.
Growling, she jumped up and started to run towards the stride,
'that ass will not ignore me!'
she yelled to herself.
Cyanryou's father turned to start beating on Bulma again just as she started to run.
Authors Note:
Hardy har, har, I left a cliffy, and since I don't write in this story often . . .
*evil Mr. Burns cackle*
Authors Note:
When I went back to look at the story to figure out what to write next, I realized how big of a cliffy that was . . .and I will say that I am sorry,
I will try to write as much as possible for this story for a little bit!
Cyanryou stopped short when Bulma fell.
He looked down on her, then looked in the direction of Bulma's terrified eyes.
Before he could see the owner of the face, he was struck to the ground by strong arms.
"You let a slave tell you what to do boy . . .you know better!"
Cyanryou knew who it was in a second.
Bulma crawled backwards, trying to get to Cyanryou.
The father starred at her,
"Get back here you bitch!"
he yelled reaching down and grabbing her foot.
Bulma was yanked towards the father.
The man brought Bulma to a standing position.
Bulma winced as Cyanryou's father starred at her,
"You , you will pay . . .nobody tells anybody from my family what to do!!"
Cyanryou jumped up, but was stopped when his two brothers grabbed either of his arms and held him back.
"It's okay Cyanryou , she'll be dead in a few seconds."
His oldest brother chuckled.
Cyanryou watched helplessly as his father struck out at Bulma's stomach, surely re-breaking her ribs.
"Father stop!"
he yelled through the rain.
Bulma fell to the ground, she slid on the mud backwards.
Cyanryou watched as she skidded to a stop by his own feet,
"Bulma, are you aright!"
he yelled.
Bulma was to busy struggling to bring in air to answer Cyanryou.
Growling, Cyanryou built up some secret strength and ripped out of his brothers' arms, then knocked them across the street before kneeling to Bulma's.
Bulma felt herself being lifted into Cyanryou's arms.
Cyanryou's father growled when he saw his two more obedient son's thrust easily across the street, then his youngest son hold the slave.
"Son, I order you to kill her instantly!"
he yelled.
Cyanryou held Bulma closer to his chest,
"leave her be father, she has done nothing to bother you!"
Cyanryou's father lunged foreword and lifted Cyanryou to the air, then let a furry of punches and kicks to his body.
Cyanryou held his breath as he was beaten by his father.
Bulma struggled to get up.
When she managed to get up she grabbed Cyanryou's father's arm and tried to stop him,
"Stop it, he's your son for Kami's sake, stop hurting him!" she yelled.
* * *
Vegeta walked quickly though the many food streets lining the center of this large city.
"How am I to find her throughout all these Saiyan's!?
he questioned.
There were rising and lowering power levels all over the place, he couldn't concentrate on any one in specific,
'this is driving me crazy . . .where is she!?'
he yelled to his conscience.
* * *
Bulma froze as Cyanryou's father stopped short and turned his head slowly to her,
"How dare you, you witch!"
Cyanryou's mostly limp body dropped to the ground.
Bulma looked freakishly at the large mad looking man in front of her,
"I'm . . ."
Bulma was hit harshly to the ground.
Saiyan's walked by as if nothing was happening.
'why isn't anyone paying any attention?'
she asked herself as Saiyan's, and other slaves rushed by to get out of the rain.
The father grabbed her from the ground and threw her to the air.
As she fell down he beat on her, laughing satanically the whole time.
Cyanryou managed to get up just as his two brothers charged him.
Cyanryou growled and punched both their lights out easily.
Bulma landed with a thud to the ground.
Her cheek was sitting on the ground, and she was able to see all the feet on the many Saiyan's walking in all directions.
Bulma glanced at Cyanryou's father, she would have expected being beaten to a pulp again by now.
Bulma felt tears rim her eyes when she saw that Cyanryou was trying to stop his father in his own broken state.
Bulma could feel herself passing out, very slowly.
* * *
Vegeta walked slower now, there was a fight going on, on the block right beside him.
But he couldn't see more then a kid being beaten by a larger man,
'stupid man, at least beat on someone your own strength.'
He thought miserably.
Then he started too walk slowly forward, not in the block where the fight was, but past it.
* * *
Bulma blinked, she saw something she recognized really well.
It was there, she knew it.
There was one pair of feet that she recognized.
It wasn't the feet, nor the shoes, but the stride.
There was something about the stride . . .
'Vegeta!'
she yelled in her mind.
Bulma go a sudden burst of energy,
"VEGETA"
she yelled desperately, trying to be as loud as possible.
* * *
Vegeta stopped short.
He was about a block away from the fight now, but he could have sworn her heard his name being called from that direction.
What interested him more was that the voice never called him 'prince' or 'king', or anything else, just plain old Vegeta.
Vegeta turned around and started to slowly walk back, he scanned the crowds, trying to see if he recognized anybody.
* * *
Bulma forced herself onto all fours, then struggled to stand.
But she was too weak and fell to the ground again.
Just as she fell, she saw the stride again, and with the same shoes, meaning if she was right they had turned around to find the voice.
She got another sprite of energy,
"VEGETA"
she yelled as the feet were almost past the building at the end of the block.
The feet stopped.
* * *
Vegeta froze,
"There it was, he heard it again,
'there was something about the voice.'
He knew there was fear in the voice, but there was something else, something he was missing.'
He searched the crowd with his eyes, but he didn't recognize anyone.
Soon, he was able to sense only those Ki's that were similar to Bulma's, they were all around, most were walking away from him, and so he started walking in that direction.
* * *
Bulma felt a ping of sadness when the stride started to walk away from her.
Growling, she jumped up and started to run towards the stride,
'that ass will not ignore me!'
she yelled to herself.
Cyanryou's father turned to start beating on Bulma again just as she started to run.
Authors Note:
Hardy har, har, I left a cliffy, and since I don't write in this story often . . .
*evil Mr. Burns cackle*