Chapter 10 - Enemy Territory
Bulma slowly stood with
her hands behind her head. Gods, if only she had Saiyan hearing,
she would have heard them coming! Not like it would have helped.
What was going to happen now? She wanted to cry. And the scariest
part was, she was really worried about Vegeta.
He had not moved since he'd fallen.
She didn't even know if he was still alive! She stared hard at him as she
heard footsteps approach and was slightly relieved to see his chest rise
and fall with each breath. But he was still lying face first in the
dirt-
A hand roughly wrapped
around her upper arm and spun her around to face a dog-like creature.
It reminded her of Anubis, the ancient Egyptian god. Its fur was
short and black and its long muzzle sniffed her experimentally.
It walked upright like a man and was clothed as such- although the clothing
was to all appearances, of ancient design. And somehow it spoke her
language.
"Human." it stated,
its voice like a low growl. "Do you accompany this Saiyan
by force?" His meaning was clear. He wanted to know whether
she was a prisoner or not. For a moment Bulma was struck speechless,
what would she say? The way he'd said "Saiyan" had left no doubt
as to his feelings towards Vegeta's nearly-extinct race.
"We escaped planet
Namek together. We are merely traveling together, nothing more."
She said as calm as she could.
"Lies!" it barked.
She flinched away as a savage growl tore from its throat and as it leaned
close she could only see its jagged teeth. "You are with him of free
will and therefore an accomplice to his acts!"
"Wha-? Wait a minute!"
she cried as it dragged her forward. "I'm no accomplice! I
just want to go home!" she felt tears threaten to break as it snapped something
in a harsh, guttural language and the others surged forward and surrounded
Vegeta's prone form. She tried to break free or at least twist around
to see what they were doing to the Saiyan, but she was caught in a vice-like
grip that looked oddly like dog paws shaped into human hands.
A shout came from the
soldiers and the creature dragging her away stopped and began to head back
to the group surrounding Vegeta. He shoved his men out of the way
and knelt next to Vegeta who looked about as white as he could get without
actually being dead. Bulma felt fear well up in her gut and tried
to dismiss it, but as the leader nudged Vegeta with his clawed toe and
the Saiyan did not stir, she could no longer suppress it.
"Is he dead?" she asked
softly, her voice trembling with dread. What the hell would she do
if he died? He'd so far been her only protection, but then again,
he'd dragged her to these places! At first she'd agreed, wanting
to be rid of him. But he'd saved her life several times now, and
she had felt more than obligated to help him when he got hurt. It
wasn't just that she owed him. She wanted to help him. She
didn't want to see him hurt. Which was strange because he'd been
an asshole for the most part. But now faced with the prospect of
losing him, Bulma realized that she didn't want it to happen. A few
weeks ago she thought she'd be glad to be rid of him. But now she
was trying to think of anything to save him.
The dog-demon-creature
bent down and sniffed several times.
"He lives. He
will survive long enough to reach the capital. But it may not matter
anyway. You see-" he began, fixing his glittering eyes on Bulma's.
"This Saiyan is well known to us. He is a murderer."
"Because Frieza made
him! Frieza took him away from his planet when he was a boy and told
him to do what he said or he would destroy his planet! And then he
blew it up anyway and Vegeta had no choice but to serve him or die.
I know how you feel, he came to destroy my planet too, but... I can't explain
it, he saved my life more than once- and I trust him."
"I believe you, even
though I sense you have not said all. But how am I to know that your
senses aren't misguided?"
"Listen. I'll
cooperate with you, but we need to do something for him. He's been
poisoned by a creature that attacked us. If he doesn't get help soon
he's going to die!"
"It matters not to
me. His crimes are enough for multiple death-sentences. It
would be better for him if he did not survive."
"No!" Bulma cried,
panic washing over her. "I'm telling you, Frieza made him do it all!"
a rough growl answered her and she felt the creature's claws digging into
her flesh. She stifled a whimper, but suddenly cried out in pain
as he dragged her forward, in the process tearing the soft skin of her
upper arm.
"Silence! Your
kind is not much better than his! Humans are no more honorable than
Saiyans and cowardly to boot. Our races once worked together many,
many generations ago and our ancestors were deceived by humans leaders
and slaughtered. It is no surprise to me to find you two together.
It only confirms our worst fears. You will be tried as well as the
Saiyan, and you will regret having met him by the end."
"But I just wanted
to go home! That's all we wanted to do!" Bulma cried.
"Silence!" he roared
and threw her to the ground with all the brutal force he possessed.
Bulma landed on her elbow and screamed in pain as the joint was dislocated.
Through the haze of
pain she could see a commotion going among the other soldiers. Suddenly
Vegeta lurched to his feet as if pulled by strings. He plowed through
the attaché as if the dog-like men weren't even there. The
leader released her and a rabid growl ripped from his throat. Vegeta
didn't even blink. In fact, he looked almost like he was sleep-walking.
His eyes were half-lidded and his movements were sluggish, almost dream-like
as if he was underwater.
But then she felt a rush of air and heard
a pained yelp and then Vegeta was kneeling before her.
"Are you ok?" Bulma whimpered as she cradled
her arm. Vegeta stared at her for a moment as if he didn't recognize
her and then grabbed her uninjured arm and hauled her to her feet.
He began to pull her towards their ship. The dog-men began to groan
and shake their head as they attempted to rise.
Vegeta stumbled and
almost fell, but Bulma grabbed him with her uninjured arm and tried to
pull him back up.
"Stop!" The leader
roared as he scrambled to his feet. They made it a few more steps
before clawed hands tore them apart. Bulma cried out in pain as her
elbow was wrenched again and Vegeta was thrashing weakly in their grasp.
A hand grabbed Bulma
by the back of her neck and pushed her face-first into the dirt.
Another hand grabbed her mangled limb and pulled up. She couldn't
stop the piercing scream that tore from her throat.
Agolus maintained his
grip on the female as ordered, but he was feeling his first glimmers of
apprehension. Her cry of pain seemed to enrage the Saiyan and his
struggles became more powerful and desperate. Was he trying to protect
the female? He didn't know much about Saiyans. Or Humans for
that matter. This was the first time he'd ever seen them. He'd
always assumed they were mythological creatures, like tigers and lions.
There were ugly, to
be sure. But something about this whole operation didn't feel right.
He'd accosted aliens before, and he'd taken many to trial. It should
be routine, but everything screamed of complications.
First of all, both
aliens were damaged already. The Saiyan seemed very ill, from what
he knew of Saiyans their strength was their main asset. And it was
truly terrifying if the legends were true. Because even as weak as
he had seemed at first, he was fighting off Agolus's comrades with ridiculous
ease. But he could see the effect it was having on him. The
Saiyan was gasping for breath and his face was a strange red shade.
Agolus figured he had to wait only a few moments before the Saiyan's strength
was spent.
The female beneath
him was weeping and he adjusted his grip on her arm to cause as little
pain as possible, but she immediately began to struggle. He grabbed
her small, oyster-shaped ear and yanked.
"Ow!" she bellowed.
Agolus's gaze snapped to the Saiyan and saw that indeed, the female's cries
seemed to spur him on. He lashed out with his foot and sent three
soldiers flying. Daiamerus, his Captain, roared in rage and pounced
on the Saiyan and was thrown off just as easily.
"Vegeta! Stop!" The
female cried. The Saiyan shook his head and tried to stand, but several
pairs of hands gripped him at once, dragging him to his knees. That
was when Agolus saw the Saiyan's tail. How they had missed it before,
he didn't know.
It hadn't mattered
at the time, his face was recognizable enough. Two weeks had passed
since he'd first seen his image. Apparently he'd destroyed a few
of their Master's bases. The price on his head made it seem very
much worth the effort. Agolus knew better. If this was the
strength of a weak and ill Saiyan, he never wanted to see one in perfect
health.
"Sir!" Agolus cried.
"He has his tail still!" Daiamerus leapt back into the fray and seconds
later they heard a muffled shout. Then each soldier stood one at
a time until Daiamerus remained on bended knee above the Saiyan grinning
triumphantly. The furry tail was writhing in his grasp.
The Saiyan was groaning in agony between
heaving gasps. The female beneath him shuddered and tried to move.
"Stop, human." Agolus
advised. She tried to lift her head anyway and he allowed her that.
"Leave him alone!"
She cried once she saw the Saiyan's tail in Daiamerus's grip.
Vegeta felt hot needles
of pain racing up and down his spine, spreading numbness throughout his
body. Not only that, but he felt really sick. He was sure he
was going to vomit at any moment. His vision was swirling and blurring
and flashes of hot and cold made him sweat and shiver alternately.
The poison was racing through his system, but he had to fight. Bulma's
pained cries were torture to hear, something inside of him had snapped
when he'd seen the demon throw her to the dirt. And then her screams
had sliced through the din and a blood-red haze had dimmed his vision.
He had attacked then, with as much strength as he could gather. And
for a moment he thought he might escape. He actually did for a second
and he and Bulma had staggered towards the ship, but they were too injured
and too slow. Bulma was abruptly snatched from his grasp again and
once again he was forced to the ground.
He heard her cry out
in pain again and he desperately tried to escape. But sudden agony
had raced up his spine leaving his limbs dead and useless.
His damn tail.
He could feel claws digging into the lithe appendage and he bit back a
cry of pain. His stomach was churning violently and he gagged as
he inhaled a lungful of dirt. He began to choke and inadvertently
sucked in more dust. And suddenly the contents of his stomach emptied
onto one of the soldiers.
"Ahgk!" It cried, leaping
to its feet and dashing off. The other's cackled and roughly hauled
Vegeta to his feet. Blood pounded in his temples as they quickly
stood and the overwhelming dizziness caused his legs to buckle. They
released his tail, but it didn't matter by then. His eyes drifted
shut as unconsciousness seized him.
Bulma groaned in dismay
as Vegeta threw up on one of the soldiers. He looked horrible.
His face was chalk-white. The flesh under his eyes was dark and bruised,
and he could no longer stand on his own. They released his tail,
but mere moments later his eyes rolled up in his head and he collapsed.
A hideous, rumbling
roar distracted her for a moment. Behind them were several huge beasts
that looked like a relative of a long-extinct creature from Earth's ice-age.
It stood almost twenty feet tall and was covered in coarse brown fur.
Long savage claws tipped each massive paw but its face reminded her of
a beaver without the buck-teeth.
Several soldiers were
already climbing onto its back and Bulma was roughly hauled to her feet
and prodded from behind. She took several tottering steps forward
but stopped when her captors motioned for her to climb the small rope that
lead to the beasts saddle.
"Are you crazy, my
arm!" she said. She could barely feel anything but a dull throbbing
in her elbow and they expected her to climb onto this mammoth animal?
Suddenly the guard grabbed her injured arm and with a wrench and twist
popped the joint back into place. Bulma almost fainted from the pain,
but it was over quickly leaving it sore but she could move it a little.
"Thank you." She murmured quietly. The creature climbed up the beasts
flank and offered a hand to Bulma. She grabbed his strange paw with
her good arm and with a jerk she was pulled up in the saddle. She
looked around and saw Vegeta slung across the back of one of the large
beasts, still unconscious.
The leader clambered
up behind him and with a shrill blast of a horn the caravan was off.
The creatures were slow and lumbering, but so great was their height and
stride that they traveled quickly. They made they way across the
ledge of the cliff and at once she spotted a path that would lead down
to the river below. The ledge seemed far to narrow for the huge animals.
"Grip with your legs
and sit up perfectly straight, human." Her guard ordered. Then
the creature stood on its hind legs and for a moment Bulma thought she
would be thrown off the cliff. She did as she was told and found
it easier than she'd imagined. She glanced back and saw Vegeta's
hands were tied to the pommel of the saddle and the captain of the guards
was holding onto him tightly.
With incredible ease
the creatures walked down the ledge, and Bulma momentarily forgot her fears
as she watched the amazing scene before her. The ledge had to be
only two feet wide and the beasts were walking down them with ease.
But that only caught her attention momentarily. The forest and the
river which was growing in her vision was breathtaking. She could
hear the roar of the rapids even from their height and the sounds of the
animals in the forest were truly calming.
But all the beauty
couldn't keep her from forgetting their predicament. They were prisoners
after all. And this might be the last beautiful thing she ever saw.
She wanted to enjoy it, but she was too worried. What were they going
to do? Would she ever see Earth again? Or any of her friends?
As they descended lower and lower she couldn't help but imagine the worst
possible scenario.
She and Vegeta would
be separated again, and they would wither away in separated cells.
He would most likely die first, she couldn't see him living much longer
without medical attention. As for her, she would probably starve
to death or be hanged or burned at the stake or whatever these things did
for punishment.
But what else could
she have done? She didn't want Vegeta to die. And she wouldn't
say that she was his hostage, because she wasn't. He'd saved her
life more than once. He'd also saved her from being raped.
All that aside, he hadn't tried to hurt her. Well he almost had,
but that had been her fault. She'd said something cruel to him and
he'd almost strangled her.
But she'd called him
Frieza's little servant. She knew better. She knew how cruel
it was to say that to him. But sometimes Bulma spoke without thinking
and that had been one of those times. She didn't like his quietness
sometimes, but she understood.
But it wasn't just
that. Now that she realized they might part for good, she realized
what she had been attempting to deny the whole time.
She liked Vegeta.
It was as simple as that. She liked being near him, she liked hearing
his voice, hell, she even liked fighting with him. They reached the
bank of the river and the creatures dropped to all four legs again.
She dared a glance at Vegeta again. His skin was alarmingly pale.
"Stop!" Bulma cried.
The captain glanced at her, annoyed.
"What is it?" he snarled.
"Vegeta needs some
help! Look at him!" The captain grabbed Vegeta by his hair
and yanked his head back and peered down into his face.
"So what?" he growled.
"He's dying!" Bulma
cried. "Don't we get the right to a fair trial?"
"Yes." He grumbled.
"Well he can't go to
trial like that!" she snapped.
"Agreed." He mumbled.
Bulma sighed in relief as they began to cross the river.
She was amazed at the brute strength of
the beasts they rode as the plowed through the rapids that would have easily
swept a horse away. They were all across in minutes.
They stopped briefly on the other side to rest and drink some water.
And while the guards lapped up water, Bulma was contemplating on attempting
to wrap her elbow.
But she abandoned the
idea when Vegeta groaned roughly from the saddle of the furred behemoth.
She tore a piece of her shirt off, blushing when the tear went a
little too high and she could feel the breeze blowing up her back.
But she tried to ignore it as she dipped the rag into the river and clambered
up the side of the creature Vegeta rode.
It was almost impossible
with her injured elbow, but another soft moan from Vegeta spurred her on.
She scrambled up behind the Saiyan no Ouji and wrapped her arm around his
chest, pulling him back against her and squeezed the water from the rag
into his mouth. Her elbow ached as she squeezed the moisture from
the scrap of cloth.
"More." She heard Vegeta
gasp.
"Ok. Hang on."
Bulma said, and slid off the creature's back. She looked all around
her trying to find something to hold more water. If Vegeta was conscious,
that was a good sign, wasn't it? And if so, she thought it would
be a good idea to keep him awake. She didn't know much about medicine,
but she had to try and help. She looked towards the forest and found
the solution immediately. From a short, squat tree hung many wide,
long leaves. She ran over and picked a few and ran back to the river
and filled one with water. Then she headed back to Vegeta and held
the leaf up to him.
"Vegeta. I can't
climb up there with this. Take it!" His head turned slowly and he
peered down at her. For a brief moment, he smiled down at her and
then snatched the leaf away and drained its contents without spilling a
drop, leaving Bulma to wonder if she'd seen the expression at all.
He murmured something and leaned forward, his eyes falling shut as he leaned
against the creature's neck. The beast turned its head to regard
the Saiyan, sniffed his foot experimentally and then went back to digging
with its massive claws.
Bulma regarded Vegeta
for a moment wondering whether to wake him or not. Then she remembered
that only victims of head trauma weren't supposed to sleep. She slapped
her forehead and went and refilled a leaf for herself.
She had to admit, the
water tasted better than the most expensive bottled "spring" water that
her mother always liked to waste money on. But then again, she didn't
see any cars or smoke stacks or any type of technology that would cause
pollution. It was what she'd always wished the Earth could be like.
Humans had almost destroyed
the planet themselves long before Bulma's father was born. Several
radical changes in economy had to be made to support the rehabilitation
of the planet. Now sixty percent of the planet was covered in trees.
Hemp and rice were the only material used to make paper, and rice was a
distinct second. Oil burning cars and busses were none-existent anymore.
Only airplanes were allowed combustible fuel. But gas was so hard
to find nowadays that most planes used alternate methods.
Earth was getting better
though. The ozone layer had actually shown signs of repair after
so many years. And many species on the brink of extinction in the
past were now making a rebound. But it wasn't half as lush as this
planet, only in remote areas.
It was dream-like,
the beauty that surrounded her, and for a few moments she could try and
forget her fears. That was, until she heard Vegeta moan softly every once
and awhile.
Their captors were
climbing back into their saddles and Bulma wanted to ride the same creature
as Vegeta but a rough paw gripped her wrist and hauled her into a saddle
behind him. The creatures climbed to their feet with a frightening lurch
and crossed the river quickly. Once on the other side, they headed
south down the riverbank and entered a large path in the forest not visible
from the cliff.
The air was cooler
under the massive leafy limbs that made a thick canopy over their heads.
The forest was amazingly full of life. Beautiful birds flew to and
fro and tiny animals leaped from branch to branch. For a moment Bulma
was stunned, never had she thought that Vegeta had any use for beauty,
yet he had wanted to come here, and it had to be the most breathtaking
planet she'd been to. Not that she'd been to many, but she'd seen
more than most humans, so her opinion counted for something.
They traveled on the
path for what seemed like hours and not once did Vegeta wake during the
whole time. But he unconsciously vocalized his discomfort enough
to stay on Bulma's mind the whole trip. Once the spires of the city
walls came into view it seemed as if a vast weight lifted from her shoulders.
The were close to civilization, soon they could get help. Her elbow
was still throbbing dully and she hoped to at least wrap it tight.
Some ice would be nice too, but seeing as they were prisoners, she didn't
know what to expect. She only prayed that they wouldn't be separated.
Even if her only company was unconscious, she preferred him to a talking
dog.
The walls soon came into view and on them
were carved strange and magnificent scenes. Probably all historical
or religious. Guards stood at intervals of ten to twenty feet apart
on the top and a great iron door stood open before them.
The beasts entered
single file and at once she saw a throng of curious towns people.
They were apparently used to aliens for there was no extraordinary commotion.
They merely looked and whispered to each other as they passed. She
noticed that each building was the size of four to five rooms stacked on
top of each other. Some were tall cylinders with windows and a conical
roof, some were flat on all sides. Some had four walls and some had
as many as eight. Each was made with a pale plaster or mud, the color
reminded her of a sea shell. And beautifully polished rose quartz
dotted the walls. The windows were open to the elements although
in some of the finer houses she saw fine linen curtains and some bamboo
blinds. Everything reminded her of a primitive island culture but
she saw no ocean. But as they drew nearer to the center of the metropolis
she began to notice birds that reminded her very much of sea gulls.
Even their cries were similar. She could also smelled salt.
She closed her eyes
and inhaled deeply. Kami if I've ever done anything especially
deserving of a good turn, please let me stay here as a free person.
Let these people realize that we aren't here to do anything wrong.
Let them Let Vegeta go and do what he will... and maybe... maybe he'll
want to stay... She prayed. Although I doubt it now
after how we've been treated, he'll probably be pissed when he wakes up.
And anyway, she knew it was foolish to pray for Vegeta to do anything,
but she could always dream.
She switched her gaze
to the Saiyan on her mind and saw with a wince of dismay that his face
was twisted in discomfort. She hoped that their destination was close.
After about a half hour
of travel the smell of the sea was very strong and the breeze was whipping
her hair about. They were approaching the tallest tower in the city.
And it was not just one tower. It was several constructed together
each tower of different shape and size. It looked like a castle,
and a very beautiful one at that. She could tell that the curtains
billowing in the breeze were made of fine silk and the polished stones
were of a different hue than those adorning other houses. The stones
were a rich amber that caught the fading sunlight and enhanced it dramatically.
They were led into
a beautiful courtyard filled with exotic plants and a large pond surrounded
by graceful statues and fragrant flowers of indescribable colors.
Bulma stared in amazement for long moments.
A long wailing note
filled the courtyard and the main doors of the house swung open.
Several small creatures emerged, most likely the females of the species
for their fur was a soft brown and their eyes were golden and each was
wrapped in colored silks. They each bore a basket containing flower
petals which they littered on the path behind them, stopping in front of
the guards. Bulma heard another wailing note and a lone figure emerged
from the magnificent house. He was very tall, was powerfully built,
and indeed, looked like Anubis incarnate. He wore a kilt of pleated
linen and he was covered in gold and jewels. A circlet on his head
bore the image of a serpent and one of his necklaces had an udjat. (A/N:
An udjat is the protective eye of Horus) She also saw an ankh on
one of his many rings.
Bulma stared at the
dog-King for a long time and he did likewise with her and Vegeta.
The leader of the group that had captured them dismounted and headed to
the side of the King.
"My scouts say that
you have captured a Saiyan and a human. And indeed, these two fit the descriptions
from the ancient texts. I always thought it was just a bedtimes story."
"Yes sir. They
are both in need of medical attention." Daiamerus replied. The King
smiled as through that information was known to him as well.
"I thought Saiyans
had the ability to heal quickly. Was I mistaken?"
"No sir." The captain
replied quickly. "The human claims that they were attacked and the
Saiyan was poisoned."
"Really?" the King
said, his curiosity piqued. "Human. How did this possibly happen.
Saiyans are one of the fastest, strongest creatures in the known universe.
How did this come to pass?" his voice raised and reached her on top
of the furred behemoth quite easily.
"We were attacked by
this huge spider on our ship and it sprayed venom at him and the ship is
really small, he accidentally got hit." Bulma said, her voice carrying
through the courtyard. The King seemed to regard her with amusement,
Bulma frowned in anger. She hated that patronizing look the King
aimed in her direction. But for once she knew that it would be in
their best interests if she kept her mouth shut.
"But how?" he persisted.
Bulma felt her face turn pink. Why did they need to know exactly
what happened?
"It was trying to attack
us! What do you mean?" there was that look again. Bulma growled.
"Saiyans are swift
and powerful creatures. I don't understand how he allowed himself
to be hit." The King said, his voice carrying through the courtyard.
"Is he one of the weaker members?"
"No!" He's one of the
strongest! He could destroy this whole planets easily!" she bellowed
before thinking.
"Silence." The King
snarled his nostrils flaring. Bulma saw soldiers leveling weapons
at her and her mouth snapped shut. "Wake him!" he growled, pointing
at Vegeta.
The guard closest to
the Saiyan no Ouji grabbed him by his elbow and tugged until Vegeta slid
off the saddle and crashed to the ground. Bulma winced but it didn't
seem to have an effect. He lay in the dirt on his side, completely
unaware. The guard bent down and shook him roughly, and then she
heard a startled yelp. She saw a bright flash and then heard a rabid
growl, unlike the growls coming from each of the soldiers.
The soldier was lying
on his back and she could smell burnt fur. Vegeta stood wobbling
as he remembered the damage to his leg. Through the holes in his
ballet suit she could see the bandages. They were still clean.
That was a good sign.
He looked dazed as
though he'd forgotten where he was and before he could get his bearings
the other soldiers reached out and grabbed his arms. Vegeta's aura
flared and Bulma felt it pushing her back. Maybe the period of unconsciousness
had returned some of his strength? The King was backing away while the
guards surrounding her aimed their weapons at Vegeta.
Suddenly the light intensified brilliantly
and then it faded as his aura shrank to a small blue glow. Vegeta
wrenched his arms free from his captors grasp and grabbed two guards by
the scruff of their necks and brought their skulls together with such speed
and force that they shattered on impact. Bulma screamed in horror
and blood, brains, and bits of skull splattered the ground near her.
Vegeta dropped the corpses with a little smile, the look could almost be
called serene. She heard several weapons discharge and brilliant
blue spheres flew towards Vegeta, and then it appeared that they went right
through him. Then she saw bodies flying in all directions and Vegeta
was a blur. One guard remained and he still gripped Bulma's arms
tightly. Suddenly the King was at their side and Bulma felt a cold
blade pressed to her throat.
"Tell him to stop."
He growled. The guard's grip tightened as well. Bulma fought
the rage and fear that was building inside her.
"H-he won't listen.."
she gasped weakly.
"Lies!" the guard snapped.
Bulma tried to swallow but the knife pressed tighter. Bulma tried
to step back but the guard began to push her forward.
No! I'll die! -
Bulma thought, fear beginning to overwhelm her.
Vegeta suddenly froze
as fear suddenly overwhelmed him. But it wasn't fear of his opponents.
Most of them were dead. And it wasn't fear of the poison. The
effects were becoming tolerable, at least, the pain was. The sudden
surge of energy was about to leave him. One of the natives lunged
at him and he threw himself on his back and as his opponent sailed overhead
Vegeta had a small ki sphere waiting. It punched through the creature's
chest easily and he was relieved that it took little energy to destroy
the things.
The last guard standing
in front of him was tall a wiry and his eyes were filled with murderous
rage. He charged Vegeta with a rabid growl. Vegeta's knee slammed
into its midsection and he brought both elbows down on his exposed back.
He heard the vertebrae grind and the creature went limp. He let him
drop with a smile.
But the smile faltered
a second later when the sudden rush of fear made him jump in alarm and
twist around to confront-
-Bulma held in the
grip of two more natives.
TBC
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