A Match Made in Heaven
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own anybody from DBZ (damn shame, though)
Chapter 20 ~ Reports
Reassuring thoughts sent warmth throughout Chichi's shivering body. She did not know how long she had been in this cold cell. The half-frozen Saiyan did not even know where these happy thoughts were coming from, certainly she should not be thinking about being touched, warmed by the cute lug of a Saiyan that was on his way back from purging. No, she should not be thinking those kind of thoughts, not while she was locked in a cell filled with male Saiyans with crazed looks upon their faces.
Each of the Saiyans had taken their turn coming up to her and sniffing her, like they were dogs and she was their fresh meat. Nothing she had ever felt before compared to the fear that she had of these disgusting creatures. Their hair was falling off in patches and their clothes and skin were covered with dried blood.
A door slid open, revealing the King. "Dearest Chichi," he said, "these fiends in here will not hurt you, unless I tell them to, or you attempt to escape. You had better hope that your friend reappears soon." The door slid shut behind him as he let out a deep cackle.
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He was covered in sweat and pacing his own bedroom. Angered by the feelings that he felt, but being unable to see what was going on, Kakkarot punched the wall, leaving a large crack in it. He could not stand not knowing what was happening to his Chichi, but he knew that if she was hurt... somebody was going to pay. No matter who. He would kill Vegeta if it took away her fear and her pain. He would do anything to protect her from the growing horror inside.
Kakkarot turned his head to the side. He could have sworn that he heard Vegeta's door open and close. That's gotta mean that he let Bulma go... I'll go see if I can talk some sense into Vegeta. Maybe I should even tell him about what's going on with Chichi. He'll know what to do, I hope.
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"Get the message to my son, now!" the King screamed angrily at the cowering Saiyan on the ship. The giant screen flicked off and the Saiyan breathed a sigh of relief. Not that the King would have been able to do anything to him through a screen, but when an angry Saiyan King yells, one jumps to his bidding. He hastily took the piece of paper in a shaking hand and hurried to the Prince's room. Unable to control himself, the knocking on the door sounded rather panicked.
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At the sound of the knocking, Vegeta slowly pulled his hand out from underneath Bulma's shirt. Unconsciously, she let out a breath of air that she had been holding. Refusing to let go of her, Vegeta dragged her along, over to the door. He forced it open to reveal a somewhat nerdy looking Saiyan holding a piece of paper.
"What the fuck do you want?" the Prince growled.
The Saiyan gulped visibly. "Your H-Highness... the K...King ordered me to *gulp* give this to you," he said holding out the piece of paper while staring at the bleeding gash on Vegeta's arm.
Vegeta, with his free hand, ripped the paper out of his hands. When the other Saiyan did not move, he snarled, "Get the hell out of my sight!".
The door swished shut and Vegeta held up the letter to read it, not knowing that Bulma was able to read it.
- I am not sure whether or not you know this, but your personal slave, Bulma, has disappeared. We have apprehended another slave, by the name of Chichi, and she is being held in the dungeons, awaiting a trial, or, more likely, her punishment. You are to report back and tell me about the purging and to tell me if you know where your slave is.
Her eyes blinked as they grew dry from staring. Bulma was astounded. She had never thought of the repercussions of running away, it just happened... and now she had put her best friend in danger.
Vegeta felt her body practically go limp in his arms as she clung to him, trying to steady herself. He could not comfort this soon-to-be hysterical woman, how could he offer her any comfort if he was just about to rip her head off? Gently releasing her, Vegeta watched as she scrambled to the bed, to curl up into the fetal position, exposing her bloody back. The movement as Vegeta made his way to the bathroom to dress his arm did not register as Bulma continued to stare at the sheets in front of her.
Bulma engulfed herself in a welcoming darkness by covering her eyes with her hands. Her body trembled, as if wracked with silent, but uncontrollable sobs. A gentle hand attempted to peel the shirt away from the dripping wound, but Bulma jumped up and away from the bed. Wild eyes jumped back and forth between the piece of paper, that had fallen to the floor, and the steaming towel in Vegeta's hand.
"What are you doing?" she breathed.
He dropped the towel on the bed. "I was trying to clean that gash on your back," he snorted. "I'll just leave you the fuck alone to think about what's happening to your friend... and to report to my father." Vegeta stormed out of the room, his tail furiously swishing behind his back.
***AN -
I'm really sorry for not updating in awhile... it's just that... well... there is no excuse, really, I just haven't been really creative recently. I need to indulge myself in some DBZ and then come back to write some more. Again, I'm really sorry!
~*OceanOfHell*~
