Silent Cries

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Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z. However, I do own Kitai Son.

Warnings (Throughout Whole Story): Pretty Much Complete OOCness, Violence, Profanity, Adult Situations, Rape, Alcohol and Drug use.

Rated R

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Kitai walked into Bulma's lab. It was midnight, which meant 6 days until Christmas. Only 6 days. How time flew when you were training vigorously.

But she didn't wanna train anymore. She wanted to be her regular self again, she didn't wanna be the monster she had created herself.

She looked at Bulma, a hopeful glint in her eyes. "Bulma?"

"Yes?"

Bulma looked up from what she was working on.

"You know how I gained all that muscle from training and stuff?"

"Yes?"

"Can you like...Possibly...Get me back to my old form? I mean, these muscles are cool and everything, but they're so damn heavy. But I still wanna have the power, you know?"

Bulma nodded and pointed to a machine.

"...You had onea these pre-made?"

"Vegeta does the same thing."

Kitai blinked cluelessly. "O....Kay...." She walked over to the machine and pulled it open. Inside was a sculpt for a human - or Saiya-jin - body. She cautiously stepped inside and winced as Bulma shut the door. "BULMA! You almost got my hand there!"

"Sorry!"

Bulma walked next to the machine, over to a keyboard connected to a big screen. Bulma began typing away as something similar to a body blueprint appeared on the screen. Bulma typed something else and there were suddenly too, one of Kitai without the extra bulk and one with. She typed one more thing and nodded, pressing the enter button.

Kitai's eyes scanned the small space, spotting nothing but darkness. Although she did hear someone's footsteps cautiously stepping by. Good ol' Saiya-jin hearing. "Bulma?"

Bulma turned towards the machine, eeping loudly. "Yamcha! What the hell are you doing here?!"

"Yamcha?!" Kitai screamed from inside and pushed her weight on the door, growling. "Yamcha, let me out of here!"

Alex whistled and twiddled the hoop of keys around her finger, glancing at the lock she had used to lock the machine with. Alex walked over to the computer screen, looking at everything. "Someone today, just withered away tomorrow."

Alex grinned sinisterly and began typing at the computer furiously.

Kitai winced from inside the machine. It was such a tight space, and it was getting hard to breathe. "Bulma! Bulma, are you alright?!"

"Yamcha, get your filthy hands off me! Ah! KITAI! HELP!"

Kitai gritted her teeth and began pushing her weight against the door, yelling for dear life.

Alex smirked and looked at the body blueprint, smiling satisfiedly. "Only the strong survive." She jabbed the enter key and walked out of the lab in an instant.

Kitai winced as the pressure began to tighten and the space began to seemingly shrink. "ACH! BULMA! HELP!"

Bulma's screams could be heard from outside. But who can hear someone who's in a lab with a closed 5-feet-thick steel door?

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Trunks tore through his bag, gritting his teeth. "Come on..." He smiled and sighed relievedly as he pulled out a mini tape-recorder. "Ha. There we go."

He put it in his pocket, pressing on. "Now to find Ale-"

"You called?"

Trunks turned around and turned blue at the sight of the beast whom he had once like. "Alex! Uh, h-hey, wadda you doing here?"

"Kitai said she won't be able to see you for a while. She's in a tight situation." Alex began laughing at her evil, horrible pun.

"Where is she?"

"Oh, I don't know. Outside, in the kitchen...About to take a visit to Hell..."

"What was that last one?"

"Living room?"

"..." Trunks narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously. He wanted to know where Kitai was, but if he wanted Kitai to ever speak to him again, he'd have to get Alex to talk. And fast. "Alex, you were the one who put that...erm...'good' stuff in my bag, weren't you?"

Alex stepped over to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulder and laying her head on his chest. "Yes. I hope you enjoyed it."

Trunks sweatdropped and turned red from frustration. He had all the evidence he needed, now he just had to get rid of Alex...

"Come on." She pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket, along with a lighter and pulled Trunks onto the balcony. "Have a smoke."

"Wadda you think, I'm crazy?" Trunks jumped off the balcony and landed down on the outside porch, running inside. He looked around frantically and looked at Goten, who was grabbing a light beer from the fridge.

"Hey Trunks."

"Goten, I need your help!"

"Why?"

"Kitai's in major trouble. I just know it and-" Trunks yelped as someone pulled him back by the collar, practically choking him. It was Yamcha.

"TRUNKS!" Goten threw the light beer to the floor, allowing it to spurt all over the kitchen and completely soak him. He began gathering ki energy for a Kamehameha, pausing as Yamcha held a gun to Trunks's head. "And he'd make 2."

"Where the hell is Kitai?!"

"She's the second one. Damn whore's probably just ashes by now. She wouldn't have enough oxygen in that tiny little machine Bulma put her in. And Bulma can't take her out if she's unconscious in the back of my corvette."

"YOU SICK FUCK!" Goten growled and sent the Kamehameha out, watching Yamcha put Trunks up infront of him and using him as a shield.

Goten winced as Trunks took the Kamehameha whole, screaming in agony. "Trunks!"

Yamcha put his finger out tauntingly, waving it back and fourth. "Tisk, tisk, tisk. If you want your friend to end up in one piece, I suggest you hold you Kamehameha's."

Goten clutched his fist and growled, watching Yamcha casually slide away. He walked over to the wall and began banging his head on it. "Fuckin shit, fuckin shit, fuckin shit..."

Vegeta stared at Kakarot's youngest son, blinking. "And they say they wonder why you're stupid?"

Goten turned around, a black rage in his eyes. "DON'T MESS WITH ME VEGETA! YAMCHA JUST TOOK OFF WITH TRUNKS AND BULMA, AND THE HELL IF I KNOW WHERE KITAI IS!"

Vegeta opened his mouth to say something, but found that nothing came out. For one of the few (Peh. Yeah right) times in his life, was he afraid? Absolutely terrified?

Bra ran downstairs, hearing the commotion. Videl, Pan and Gohan followed quickly after.

Goten turned his gaze to Bra and ran into the bathroom, throwing up. This whole situation had him sick. So sick. So sick and so mad, that he was losing that wonderful(Again, yeah ri-Bulma: KITAI!) food Bulma had made him. So mad and sick, that he was becoming...sick. Goten sat up, grabbing his toothbrush as he looked in the mirror. He put the toothpaste on it and flushed the toilet, beginning to brush his teeth.

How could he do this? He wasn't only letting his family down. He was letting his girlfriend down. It wasn't her fault. Or Vegeta's. Or his own. It was Yamcha's.

He threw his toothbrush in the sink after spitting and walked out of the bathroom, looking a sickly pale. He sat down on the sofa, everyone following him with their eyes the whole time. He stuffed his face in his hands, and began talking in muffled gapes for breathe while he fought back tears.

Although unclear at first, everyone understood. They heard what he was saying.

But what could they do?

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Alex plopped herself onto the sofa, holding a beer in her hand. She took another swig of beer and looked at Bulma, who was still unconscious in the corner of the house. "Interesting you should take a liking to that blue-haired freak."

"She's not a freak, she's an ex-girlfriend." Yamcha pulled a small package of matches out of his pocket and lit it against the wall, putting it to his cigarette and flicking it at Bulma. He put the cigarette in his mouth and tok a long drag, blowing the smoke into the air.

"Are those lights?"

"Yes, so?"

"Right."

Bulma's eyes widened as she smelled smoke. No, not cigarette smoke. She looked down and noted that there was a match on the ropes tied around her, slowly singeing through them. She smiled and blew lightly on it, watching it create a spark and slowly widen the small, unnoticeable fire.

Alex took another swig of her beer, finishing it and throwing it at the wall.

Yamcha sighed and rolled his eyes. "This place sure had gone to hell since Kitai left. I'm gonna miss 'er."

"That whore? Hn. You act like you even care. All she was was a maid and a slut slave."

"And your point is?"

Yamcha snickered and narrowed his eyes as he saw a somewhat-small flame burning through Bulma's ropes. Most of it was burned off, and Bulma had probably taken her sweet time thinking that Yamcha wouldn't notice. He flicked his cigarette to the ground and got up, proceeding cautiously towards Bulma.

Bulma eeped loudly and tore the rest of the ropes off, being as thin as they were, and ran out to the balcony, looking down. "Ohhh...."

Yamcha looked at Bulma and grinned, stepping toward her.

"AIYA!" Bulma jumped off the balcony, closing her eyes. Yamcha reached out for her, screaming. "NO! BULMA!"

Bulma peeked one eye open and noticed she hadn't fallen to her death. She looked down and realized she was in the air, looking down at the ground. "What the...?"

Goku grinned sheepishly and flew to the ground, putting Bulma down. "Hey Bulma!" He laughed nervously and looked around, narrowing his eyes. "Vegeta won't kill me for saving your life, will he?"

Bulma sighed and laughed a little. "No Goku." She blinked and scratched her head. "...Atleast I don't think so..."

Goten ran over to them, looking around. "DAD! Where's Trunks?"

They both looked at Goten quizzically. "Isn't he with you?"

Goten groaned. "Trunks...Where the hell are you?!"

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Trunks winced and opened his eyes, looking around. It was dark, with the only light coming from a small crevasse. Was that? Hell yeah, it looked like the back of a closet door! He slowly pushed it open, looking around. The room was dimly lit, only by candles on tables, that had melted almost completely. The bed had been set up for...

Something any immature readers wouldn't want to know. He blinked and cautiously got up, rubbing his head. "The hell? Kitai?" He cautiously got out of the closet, walking to the blinds. He pulled them up, looking outside the window. The sun was just peeking over the horizon, beginning to rise. Sunrise? That meant there were only 5 days until Christmas.

'Oh great.' He rolled his eyes. 'I know how many days until Chirstmas, but where's Kitai? And where the hell am I?' He looked around and rubbed his head some more, lying back on the bed. "Hell. I feel like someone hit me over the head with a lead pipe."

"Someone did hit you over the head with a lead pipe." Trunks turned his gaze and saw Alex, getting up. "Shit, how the HELL did I get over here?!"

"A friend helped me." Alex giggled and stepped toward Trunks, who stepped back.

Trunks got up on the other side of the bed and stepped back, opening the window. "Get the hell away from me."

"Now, now Trunksie. Don't try to escape this time." Alex held a pistol up, aiming it at Trunks. "Wouldn't wantcha to get hurt."

"You wouldn't dare!"

Alex moved her pistol only slightly sideways, watching it bounce off a couple of the walls before disappearing somewhere.

"Hah! You missed!"

"I wasn't aiming for you."

"Wadda you mean?!" Trunks took a few steps forward, glaring at her defensively.

Alex stepped back and grinned as she looked up. "Don't look up Trunks. It'll only hurt more."

"Wha??" Trunks looked up and eeped loudly, shielding himself as the Chandelier fell on him, trapping him in an uncomfortable and awkward position, including his arm being nailed to the ground by the sharp tip of the Chandelier. "SHIT!" He cried out in agony, blood driping from his arm.

Alex smiled slightly and grabbed the lamp from her nightstand, dropping it on Trunks's head and watching him fall unconscious. She crouched down near him and swiped some of the blood on his arm off onto one finger, and licked it. "You taste good Trunks. Too bad you didn't listen to me. We could've been together forever."

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Kitai: OH MY GAWD! She-Stalker KILLED MY TRUNKS!

Trunks: *Blank stare* But...I'm not dead.

Kitai: OH WOAH WAS ME! She-Stalker AND Yamcha's MISSION: STALK (Stalk Trunks And the Lovely Kitai) has been completed! But damn! We still have 5 Days left, so that means more chapters!

Trunks: And that also means that I'M NOT DEAD!

Kitai: Yes, well, um. Hi. Trunks...OKAY THEN! TIME FOR MY REVIEW Q & A!

Crecy - *Nods slowly* Riiiight.

*Looks at Maia and grabs popcorn as cheesy mush music plays in the background* KISS 'IM! KISS 'IM! ...I mean...I better get back to the...Actual review.

Yep. I know. My chapters rock. Okay, maybe not this one. It kinda sucks. I had so many chances to put you in a cliffhanger, and I put you under a really good one. Where Trunks is dead. Or possibly dead. Or kinda dead. Or playing dead. Or-

Trunks: WE GET THE PICTURE!

Kitai: Well DUH!

And yeah. That had to be my favorite line too. Now, let me finish the beginning of the sentence you loved so much. NOW! WE MUST DESTROY YAMCHA!

All Save the YFS: YAY!

YFS: *Dead*

Kitai: *Whistles innocently* I know y'all appreciated that. We all know it. XD

Yesh. I know I'm on your favorites list. So that means...I'M A FAVORITE! WOOHOO! YAY! n_n

And then there was Reda...

Reda - Well, it'd help if Kitai wasn't being suffocated while she tried to get back to the loving Kitai we've all grown to love.

Goten: Pssht. Yeah right. You're helping the one who killed the Leader of Japan and took it over herself.

Rika: What are you blabbering about Half Saiya-jins? Get back to work before I raise the taxes again.

Goten: OH MY GOD! WE BETTER DO WHAT SHE SAYS, KITAI!

Kitai: That means I gotta skiddadle. But I still have to do Reda's review and a final note thingy. XD

Goten: HURRY!

Kitau: YEESH! Make me. I'm in no hurry. Slave. *Snickers*

Yup! Beating up Goku like that. *Innocent smile* I didn't do it! Yamcha will be killed, Yamcha will be killed, Yamcha will be killed! n_n

Vegeta: Yes, that line still amuses me. Don't you love it? I think she should change the name after my line. 'The Third-Rate Warriors Third-Rate Daughter.' Sounds good, eh?

Kitai: NO! *Hog ties Vegeta* NOW GET TO WORK!

Vegeta: ...I'm hog tied.

Kitai: Oh get over it. Well Reda, Crecy. Here's your update!

Oh, and before I go, please read the following. I'll pay you! Please read it! Please?

~~~*LIKE, OH MY GOD! IT'S NEWS!*~~~

For your sake, I'm allowing any one of my two reviewers *Reda, Crecy, that'd be you....Incase you didn't know...* to borrow Kitai and put her in your stories! To...Make them more interesting! Yeah! That's right... Actually, just put her in your stories. I'm begging you! XD

AND! You'll get something in return. The more stories you use her in, the more stories of yours I'll promote. 'Cause I've read all of both of your stories, and they're worthy of Kitai! ...And being recommended! XD

You know I'm just playing. Both of you stories are EXCELLENT! So please just make Kitai a part of you excellence. Act now and get a lifetime supply of DBZ Bishounen Plushies! So...Um...ACT NOW! GO! SHOO! And please act now! ^_~