Something had changed, she had been mad, frightened, then rage. But when the power had followed he nearly grinned. She had achieved what he had seen her do only once before. But and through their bond he could feel her nearing, but then something had happened. She had blocked herself off from him. 'So she found thin link.' He thought solemnly. 'Either that or she is trying to block something else and instead included the link that bound him to her and she to he. But that was the only bit of comfort he had. She could take care of herself fully as far as he was concerned. But with one problem done another followed. Kanzia had disappeared and he had yet to find a trace of her.
"My prince." One guard who he had sent out to investigate his sister's disappearance came before him. "We have information but not of the kind you may like."
'Now don't shoot the messenger.' He thought recalling the saying from one of his mate's thoughts. Odd how it fit his position, his sibling's travel ship had been found. With the dead bodies of her guard decorating the ship in many places, and pieces, artfully disgusting. So bad, it could even make a Sayain's stomach churn. However, hers had not been found and that was a mixture of thoughts for him. She was alive, but in what condition?
Ok, never thought I would think this but I may have 'cabin fever.' (NO! No dancing Muppets for you here.) {HAD to put that in}
"Fuck, shit, crap…" The list went on as profanity that made her father stare for a moment poured from her mouth in a nonstop stream, some other ship had attacked their ship. Too bad she had designed her own travel choice to be a runner not a fighter. It was fast and agile, but damaged all the same. Dodging blasts of power and smaller attack ships she tried not to worry about her ship being ripped to pieces, but she knew she was only prolonging the inevitable, they were rounding her ship up like cattle. That didn't mean though that she would make it and easy task. 'I never go down easy, why start now.' But even as her ship was swallowed by one that was easily a hundred times larger than Capsule Corp, she was hardly finished. Switching on all outer cameras she spotted some space pods. Not waiting for the welcoming committee she grabbed both brother and Father by their clothes and drug them to the round ships. Logging in the keeping guard she let Baradock put in a destination. Not giving him warning she shoved both into the pods and launched them to freedom. 'And now for myself.' She thought looking to the other ships, pods, vehicles of space. Surprisingly enough a few were familiar. Moving to her ship she hoped that there were no surveillance systems. If they didn't know she had busted her family out they were likely to underestimate her more than if they did.
Once in her ship she began closing all programs and erasing all files. Soon all the information that had been on the computer system was on a single disk, hidden in a capsule, concealed in the heel of her boot. Gathering a few locks and picks she was more than ready when a squad of shape changing things came. Some looked humanoid one moment then things she rather not have seen another. They were obviously hostile considering the weapons they all carried. Allowing herself to be shoved around she felt as if she needed to do something before leaving. Then it hit her, the nightmares! This was the place from her dreams! 'Crap. Nothing is ever easy in my life is it?' She grumbled, backhanding one of the creatures after his hand (?) decided it wanted to travel up her thigh. She was rewarded by being allowed to dent the wall. 'I'm not putting up with this.' She thought glaring at the group. "I'm out of here." Powering up she caught site of her hair flickering and grinned. This time she would be in control.
Kanzia glared at the wall as if it were the cause of all her problems. Slowly her eyes tracked the movement of a bug crawling across the wall. She had been frying each insect that dare try to devour her flesh. Ash lying all around the cell signified their remains. But at the moment she was too tired to move let alone defend herself from pesky bugs. 'I will make it out of this.' She thought with a stubbornness that suited the royal family. But even as she made the vow for the thousandth time this waking bout her mind was going dark. She knew she was in need of a regeneration tank. She knew enough about injuries to know that she was bleeding to death from the inside out. 'And yet I still live, just to be a pain in the ass. Vegeta would be so proud. She was about to slip off into sleep, fully expecting to be awaken by a swift kick in the head in a few hours, but a loud explosion, one that jarred the entire ship, brought her to full mental alert. She didn't have her scouter but even she could feel the power nearing her cell. Through the door she could smell the scent of battle and destruction. And since it was all happening to her tormentor's ship, it was the best thing she had ever smelled in her life. Lowering her mental shields she tried to find out if it was a Sayain that was desolating the area. But she was only met with a mental wall of the likes she had never seen. Normally mental shields were built much like normal buildings, with corners, therefore places to whittle in and through. But this one was as smooth as anything, and bent. If you shot a blow to it, it would bend to let it pass. Resulting in little to no damage to the mental shield. It was ingenious. 'Love to examine you.' She thought to the mental shield. 'But I don't have the time.' It was with that thought she was thrown back to her mind. Concentrating on sitting up she had to ignore the noise of misplaced bones moving to where they shouldn't. But her eyes flew open when the cell door opened.
She had to admit what they lacked in talent they made up in number. 'Behold! The power of stupid people in large numbers!' Bulma called smirking as she cleared a hall of soldiers. Keeping her mouth shut she glared murder at the empty tank behind her. Whatever had been in it had spilled all over her. Making her skin burn and she didn't want to know, yet, what it was doing to her eyes and hair. Other than making me rely on my ki more than site. But it was because she was using her ki senses to fight she had found the weak ki of what she could only guess was the woman from her dreams. Passing a door she backtracked. Fingers diving through the metal lock, she didn't have the time or patience to bypass the lock, she ripped the door from its hinges. Or whatever it was holding the door to the wall. Looking down she froze. The woman was there, looking at her in shock, but no fear. "So we finally meet, be glad to know you are the cause of me having not one good night of sleep for near a week." Grinning she showed her teeth, she wasn't mad. Just needed to relieve some of the tension in the room. Lifting the, what she could now tell, Sayain she began to leave. Soon any being that decided to get in her way was paying a personal visit to Yema. With a quick glance to her outer hull she deduced the ship was capable of flight. Putting her disk back into the computer she informed it to get the hell out-a-there. Laying the girl down she began to examine her now unconscious guest. "Damn, someone ran you through the mill, and hell, a few times." Grimacing she began to set bones back together. She had every intention of feeding the woman a senzu but she didn't want the bones to heal in the wrong place. After an hour of setting ribs, fingers, and any other bone that was out of place she roused the woman enough to get her to eat the senzu. "Rest." She whispered softly reverting to the rough language she had learned not so long ago. "I'll be here when you wake."
Surprisingly she was not tired; the battle had done little to challenge her. But still she ignored her desire to shower. Pulling on a space suit she had the ship stop. Leaving the safety of the hull she set to work on patching up the outer area. Replacing ripped away plates and patching up torn parts of it. She had been at it for near twelve hours when the beeping alerted her to her depleted air supply. Deeming herself done she returned to the ship. Stretching slightly she smiled, no boys. She loved the pair but the testosterone had been getting to high for her liking. Snoring, bad table manners, grunts burps. 'Like living with oolong I'd bet. Just no perverseness.' Looking to her room she sighed. Her ship had been more damaged than she originally thought. The spare room had been torn off. She only hadn't noticed because of the angle she had been at when glancing to her ship. That and her ship had cut off the opening before any damage to the rest of the ship could be done. So in turn the Sayain was laying on her bed. Shaking her head she decided to think about living conditions later. Moving to the bathroom she closed the door, only to have the shock of her life when she caught her image in the mirror. "The goo." She murmured inspecting her face even more closely. She had been completely doused in the substance and she now knew what it had done. "My hair." She half whined looking to the short, black, locks. Her eyes the color to match her hair and her skin? Well she now had that tan she had never longed for. "Why do I feel like this won't wash out?" She groaned stepping into the shower. She was proven correct when the only thing that removed itself from her body was blood, sweat, and anything that had exploded onto her. Digging through the back of her closet for the Sayain armor she had nipped. She didn't know why she had taken a few sets of Sayain outfitting but she was never so grateful for it. She grabbed an extra one, thinking that her guest would enjoy on as well. Resetting a new destination she nearly trembled. 'Father must have gone there, where else would he have gone. And anyway I have to bring her there to. Maybe these new looks aren't so bad after all. My ship is unrecognizable.' She kept trying to reassure herself but it did little good. She was the lamb walking into the lion's den. She was returning to Vegeta. But she didn't want to know what her heart was telling her.
Did she want him to recognize her? Or not?
FORGIVE MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I KNOW I have not updated this in FOREVER. Writers block but I have given up WAITING IT OUT. So I have picked up the sledgehammer neway HERE is 2 pages of work and I INTEND to try and pick up my old habit with this story. For those of you who didn't know me then that would be ONE page worth of work a week updated. That's on WORD at font 9. So wish me luck and update.