By: Kichi
WARNING: R for allusions to rape and some
lemon.
Ok, Last ch I got this review:
Ghost140 ()
Bah...id never take that for anyone but my family. No women is worth that either...oops im rambing again. The story is still going strong.
And i had to explain:
yeah, i wouldn't take it for
anyone either, not even family. but the fact is, it would have happened
anyway, and he knows it. it really has nothing to do with Bulma.
He's just not fighting it like he usually would for her sake, he's not
taking it for her. he has no choice regarding that.
hope that helps.
OK, on with the fic!...........
Chapter 13 - Nightmare
Cold hands were caressing
him. The icy touch was sending fits of shivers down his spine.
He tried to squirm away but each time he did he received a stinging slap
across his already bruised face. He tried to control his fear and
loathing but it was almost impossible. He never thought he'd be forced
into this situation again. Not after his escape from Frieza's clutches.
It was true that he was not entirely sure of the tyrants demise, but it
didn't matter either way. He was in Cooler's hands now. And
even if Frieza was still alive and wanted him back, Cooler had already
explained to him that he would not be returning to Frieza's service.
It was simple enough. Cooler was equal if not greater in power than
his young sibling, Frieza. Vegeta's power was nothing to him, even
though he had been feeling stronger since recovering from the venom.
His power was still increasing, but it was never enough!
Blunt teeth scraped
across his skin and the chill fingertips caressed his tail. He felt
a whimpering sob trying to escape and hastily swallowed it before his weakness
was revealed. He would not give Cooler the satisfaction of knowing
his fear, or his pain. As he had done for years before he was desperately
bottling the anguish up inside. But this time it was more difficult
than it had ever been. He had been so close to freedom! He
had been so close! Why did fate continually abuse him? Didn't
anyone care that he had been forced to murder millions of people?
How could anyone blame him for enjoying it? It was the only thing
that had kept him sane for so long.
The deft fingers twirled
his tail again and he shuddered, trying to repress any pleasant sensation
that might result from such an intimate act. Fortunately it
wasn't hard, he couldn't feel anything but shame and disgust.
He was led back to his
cell an hour later, not physically hurt very much, but inside his soul
was shriveling in horror as his mind relived the past hour. As they
drew near the tiny room, he felt a vast relief flood him when he sensed
Bulma's ki within. She was asleep as well, and he was extremely thankful
for that. If he had to face her when he was at his most vulnerable,
he wasn't sure he'd be able to handle it. The door slid open and
the guard released his elbow.
Vegeta's eyes were
adjusting to the dark when the guard shoved the butt of his crude energy
weapon into Vegeta's back. The muscles in his back tensed all at
once and he had a sudden flash of a white fist plowing into the area repeatedly.
His muscles spasmed for an instant and he froze as the door swished shut
behind him. His nerves were tingling and he shuddered, his whole
body quivering. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He
could smell her. He could hear her soft breathing. The tension
eased from his body. He slowly drew near the bed. What would
he do if she was not here right now? The irony of his thought did
not anger Vegeta, it merely confused him. What was it about her mere
presence that calmed him and seemed to take the edge off his pain?
Whatever it was he knew he needed it desperately. The thought did
not shame him, it only made her that much more desirable. But he
wouldn't force her. He couldn't do it. He couldn't imagine
placing that horror on her shoulders. So he lay down next to her
and on impulse hugged her close, shivering lightly. He buried his
nose in her hair. It had been days since either of them had showered
but she still smelled good. Better than him at least, he thought
with a wry smile. The smile faded instantly as he closed his eyes
and quickly fell asleep.
Bulma was torn from
a sound sleep by the most horrible feeling of panic. For a moment
she couldn't even will herself to move, so great was the fear inside her.
But she didn't understand it and the scientist in her would let nothing
go unexplained. What had happened? It made no sense to be afraid
when nothing had happened.. And just like that the suffocating panic
subsided. She took several deep breaths before she noticed the bed
quivering. She was suddenly jabbed by an elbow and heard a soft moan.
She pulled her covers down and peeked out.
Vegeta lay next to
her, thrashing weakly. His eyes were clenched shut and low pained
moans were coming from his trembling lips in a steady stream. Her
heart clenched in pain. Had she ever known anyone as strong and proud
as him, and so full of pain and anger?
"Vegeta." she said,
her voice echoing in the nearly empty room. She gently squeezed his
shoulder and called his name again. His eyes shot open and with a
choked gasp he sat upright. She reached out to him but he flinched
away so violently he toppled backwards out of the bed.
She was pulled down
on top of him, his tail secure around her waist. He sat up, his back
against the wall, his eyes wild, unfocused, and darting around the room.
His breathing was coming quick and labored and his face was bleached like
a bone.
"Vegeta, it's me, Bulma!"
she cried, starting to get scared.
"Bulma?" He murmured
softly after a long stretch of silence. He gazed at her for a moment
before hurriedly looking away and as soon as her clammy fingers touched
his overheated flesh he sprang away, knocking her over in his attempt to
flee. When she sat up he was at the opposite end of the room,
gasping like a landed fish. She felt tears stinging her eyes.
"Vegeta. I can't
let you do this anymore." She said, her voice breaking into a sob.
"I can't let him do this to you for my sake. It isn't right."
"But… they'll kill
you. You won't survive more than a week." He panted.
"But look what this
is doing to you! It's wrong! I can't let this go on."
"You can't stop it!"
he snapped harshly. "Until we find the ship and somehow escape there
is nothing we can do. And if you die…" he abruptly broke their gaze
and lowered his head, shivering. She suddenly felt it then.
He was afraid to lose her! She gasped at the revelation, she knew
then that she'd shown him more care and concern that anyone in his life.
It was a sad realization, but it only hardened Bulma's resolve.
She slowly stood and
walked over to where he sat, pressed against the wall. The sight
of such a proud creature nearly mad with terror made her heart feel as
if it was being rent in two. She knelt before him and gazed deep
into his eyes. She concentrated hard and sent him all the love and
desire she felt for him. She didn't know what had changed in herself
but knew that Vegeta was definitely not the same person she'd first met
on Namek, demanding her and Krillin's Dragon ball. He cared about
her, she knew he did!
Vegeta gasped when
he felt her emotions hit him. Each was overpowering and confusing,
but not unpleasant. He closed his eyes and suddenly felt her lips
on his and he clutched her greedily deepening the kiss. Desire raced
through his veins when he heard her soft moan. Her body was flush
against his, soft, warm, and yielding. Not hard and cold. He
shivered with delight. It was such a strangely overwhelming relief
and something else he couldn't identify that flooded him when her groping
hands began to tug at the remains of his shirt and caress him in a way
that wasn't painful. He tore the shredded scrap of clothing away
while she removed her shirt and they were again crushed in an embrace,
their lips and tongues dancing fiercely.
Then suddenly Vegeta
froze, his entire frame locking up. He pulled away from Bulma and
stared, wide-eyed at the closed door.
"What is it?" Bulma
whispered, dread stealing over her when she saw Vegeta's face pale considerably.
"Don't interfere."
was all he said and the door slid open. A small silhouette filled
the door but Bulma at once knew who it was and could feel Vegeta shiver
next to her. But he slowly climbed to his feet ignoring Bulma's frantic
pleas.
"What do you want now?" Vegeta snapped,
his voice calm, and cold. He had a good idea but was hoping he was
wrong.
Bulma couldn't begin
to describe the emotions going through her then. Anger, fear, disappointment
and anxiety were but a few. She heard Vegeta suddenly gasp in agony
and saw Cooler standing just before him, his fist buried in Vegeta's gut.
Vegeta's knees gave out and Cooler let him collapse with a smile.
Vegeta began to cough until a small gout of blood hit the metal floor with
a soft 'whap'. She gasped and began to realize the extent of Cooler's
power. Vegeta was helpless against him! Cooler glanced at her
to see if she had any objections. Vegeta's gaze pleaded with her
not to say a word. She felt hot tears spilling down her face as Cooler
turned away with a sneer and grabbed Vegeta by his wrist dragging him to
his feet.
"Why do you suffer
for this weakling?" Cooler said with a grin. His fist pounded
into Vegeta's ribs and the air was forced from his lungs. He heard
Bulma cry out and knew she was going to do or say something to get herself
killed.
Cooler's laughter was
abruptly cut off. "Damn you, you little bitch I'll kill you!" He
heard Cooler growl. Vegeta gasped when he saw that somehow Bulma
had managed to stab Cooler right between two rib bones! It was a
small thick three inch blade. How the hell had she pierced his flesh?
The wound wasn't anywhere near life threatening at the moment- Cooler elbowed
Bulma in the face, sending her across the room. Vegeta grabbed the
knife handle and shoved it deep and twisted it hard. Cooler roared
in rage and Vegeta felt two hands lock onto his throat and he raised the
blade and began to stab. The hands tightened their hold until black
spots were dancing in Vegeta's vision. He couldn't breath but he
kept slashing with the knife. He was suddenly slammed into the wall
behind him.
He gripped the blade
tighter and drove it deep, twisting the knife again. He was pulled
forward and slammed into the wall again and again until the steel began
to bend behind him and he was sure his skull was going to crack.
But he continued to push the blade deeper. Cooler grabbed Vegeta's
hand and began to squeeze. Vegeta, grimaced in pain as bones ground
together. But if he dropped the tiny weapon, Cooler would use it
against him! He began to power up but Cooler pressed up against him,
pinning him to the wall and with his other hand, grabbed Vegeta's tail.
Vegeta felt the sizzling
pain shoot up his spine, but he grit his teeth, swallowing a pained groan,
and slammed his knee into Cooler's midsection. Cooler staggered back
with a hiss, his torso already punctured and bleeding in several places.
"You insolent bastard. A ki blast
is too good for you. I'm going to tear you limb from limb." Cooler
said, grimacing lightly. Vegeta leaned against the wall gasping for
breath and was relieved that Cooler's ki had dropped substantially.
He was unable to transform. Vegeta lunged forward and quickly thrust
the knife upward-
-and Cooler snatched it out of his hand.
Vegeta powered up and shot him point blank with a ki blast. Cooler
fell back several feet and the knife flew from his grasp, landing out of
Vegeta's line of vision. Cooler fired back before Vegeta could dodge
and he caught the blast in the chest, sending him hurtling into the wall.
He shook his head trying to clear his vision as Cooler limped forward.
He heard a faint moan
to his right, and saw to his relief that Bulma was still alive. Cooler
loomed over him snarling in fury.
"Damn monkey."
Cooler hissed. Vegeta cursed bitterly and fired another ki blast
stronger than the first and had the satisfaction of hearing Cooler smack
the opposite wall. The feeling was definitely short lived as sudden
pain filled his belly not once but three times. Cooler knelt before
him with the blade in his hands. Vegeta gasped, but his breath hitched
in his throat. The pain was making it hard to breath. He looked
down and saw blood pouring down his stomach from three knife-wounds.
The strength drained from his limbs for a second until Cooler laid his
hands on him. He wrenched from the Ice-jinn's grasp but was unable
to rise.
Cooler tossed the knife
to the ground and drawing back his fist, slammed it into Vegeta's side.
The pain was too intense and he couldn't hold back the cry that was ripped
from his throat. He ceased his struggles and collapsed to the ground
moaning in torture.
Cooler wheezed in agony. How had that female snuck up on him? She'd managed to inflict a tiny wound that the damn Saiyan had taken full advantage of. He was humiliated! His flesh was torn in several places and damn it hurt! He had lost so much blood in the few minutes that had passed that he didn't have the strength to transform, giving him the power jump he needed. Like it or not, he had to get to a regeneration tank. But the Saiyan, he was going to bleed to death in this room and that female- he glanced in her direction, but she lay still. He smiled, assuming she was dead and staggered from the room.
Bulma slowly came to
with a pain-filled grimace. Kami her head hurt like hell! She
slowly sat up, keeping her eyes closed until the dizziness subsided.
But a low, strangled moan forced her eyes open. Vegeta was curled
up in a ball of agony, clutching his stomach. She crept
forward, unsure of what had happened, and unable to tell in the dim light.
"Vegeta? Are you ok?"
she whispered. His back was against the bed, his knees were drawn
to his chest, his eyes were screwed shut, and beads of sweat dotted his
forehead. He gasped in shock when she placed her hands on his burning
skin. She grimaced, seeing blood on his lips. His mouth worked
soundlessly and she got up and ran to the bathroom, grabbing the first
aid kit. She set it down on the bed and tried to pry his arms
away from his waist. "Vegeta, let me see it!" She demanded.
One eye cracked open.
"Where's Cooler? Is
he dead?" he rasped.
"I don't know.
He's not in here."
"Are the doors open?"
Bulma frowned, but got up and pushed the release. Nothing happened.
"We're locked in." he snapped. "The walls are reinforced to absorb
ki." Bulma smirked and returned to his side.
"Don't worry about
that." She assured him. "Now can you get up? Or just lie down.
I have to try and fix this." Vegeta painfully got to his feet and
eased himself on the bed and with a grunt, lay back. His hand uncovered
the wounds and she saw blood was still flowing from them. She grimaced
and began to clean the area as best as she could. "The only thing
I can do is stitch the skin. I don't know what to do other than that."
"It will be enough."
He said quietly, his eyelids drooping.
"Are you sure?
Aren't you bleeding internally?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
He replied.
"What happened after
he knocked me out?" Bulma asked as she threaded a curved needle.
"I stabbed him with
that knife of yours a few times, then he got me with it and I don't know,
I think I got hit on the head too many times, I can't remember what happened
at the end. Maybe he went to the regeneration tanks. When they
are actually wounded, Frieza and Cooler's kind heal much slower than Saiyans.
Not like it matters. If he's going to the tank then he'll be back
in an hour at the most." Vegeta murmured. Bulma began to stitch
the wounds and they didn't speak while she worked. Bulma was too
busy trying to do it right, and Vegeta was concentrating on ignoring the
pain.
She finished the last stitch and covered
each area with antibiotic ointment before coving and taping on gauze padding.
"How does it feel?"
Bulma asked, sitting back and surveying her handy work. Vegeta blinked
coming out of his daze and stared down at the small white patches that
covered the knife wounds.
"Better." He said,
with a faint smile.
"Good." Bulma
said with a smile and quickly got up, running over to the door. Vegeta
watched her curiously as she lifted the panel off the door switch.
"I told you it's locked."
Bulma laughed.
"Vegeta, didn't I tell
you? I'm a mechanical genius. I'll have this thing open in two seconds.
And I know where I ship is. Or at least, where it was last night."
She crowed.
"Really?" Vegeta sat
up quickly. Pain flared through his side, but it wasn't as bad as
before. Was there anything she couldn't do? He padded
across the floor and stood behind her as she tweaked wires and switches.
Suddenly the door flew open and Vegeta went over to stand between the doors.
"Damn." Vegeta marveled, had it even been two minutes? Bulma quickly
gathered her meager possessions, consisting of her capsules and the medical
kit, which she encapsulated and slipped into the hoi poi capsule.
But before she was done, she drew out one more capsule and released it.
"Hurry onna, I think
someone's coming." Vegeta warned. Bulma pulled out her smallest
rapid-fire gun. It had 150 bullets in its clip. She grinned
and stuffed it in her belt.
Vegeta hid a smile
as the feral expression crossed Bulma's face.
"All right." Bulma
said, and they ran out the door.
"Did Lord Cooler tell
you if we were supposed to do anything with the Saiyan?" A guard asked
the med tech as they watched Cooler float in the thick blue liquid.
"No. Nothing."
The med tech replied in a bored tone.
"Really? I wonder
why?"
"Are you kidding?
You must be new here. He wouldn't let us touch him, that would take
away his fun." The med tech sneered. The soldier blinked in confusion
and then he shrugged.
"That's fine with me.
I've heard stories about that Saiyan anyway, he'd kill me!" he cried.
The tech grinned and the soldier left to return to his post outside Vegeta's
door.
"Down this way." Bulma
murmured as three guards turned the corner, they ran down the hall as quietly
as they could towards the landing bay. They stopped just outside
the door.
The room was filled
with guards and technicians. And Bulma didn't dare fire her gun,
she realized with a grimace. She could easily damage something vital
to their escape. She scanned the bay and at the far end of the bay
was their ship, mercifully intact.
She nudged Vegeta and
she didn't miss the relief in his eyes upon seeing the vessel.
"What about fuel?"
he asked.
"I won't know until
I get inside."
"Don't worry about
that."
He dashed into the landing
bay and began to fire small spheres of ki in rapid succession. Bulma
ran out after several guards were blown to bits and ran as fast as she
could to their ship. With trembling fingers she punched in the code
on the door. It flew open with a hiss. She dashed inside uttering
a prayer of thanks and headed to the controls where her fingers began to
fly over the keys. She did a long range scan of their surroundings
and fought down a wave of panic when she realized that Earth was a month
away at top speed. They had just enough fuel to make it if they didn't
deviate from their course. And who was to say that Cooler would not
come after them? She couldn't lead him straight to Earth!
It didn't matter.
They had to get away. She started the engine.
"Where do you think
your going?" A soldier bellowed at the door. She turned with a frightened
scream as he slunk in. She glanced over his shoulder and saw Vegeta
flinging ki madly as other soldiers poured in. "Well female?
You think Vegeta would care if I skin you alive? He's a little too
busy to notice right now." The alien purred. He reminded her of the
dead geisha-looking alien that had tried to rape her before. She
shuddered at the memory and leveled her gun at him, spraying him with a
hail of bullets. He was thrown against the wall with a thud
and for a few moments he convulsed in agony as his blood poured onto the
metallic surface. He tried to lift himself but his arms flopped uselessly
and with a harsh rattle in his lungs, he died.
Bulma stood staring at the corpse as she
gasped for air. Behind him the signs of battle were dying.
"Onna get ready to
take off!" Vegeta cried. She began to type in commands and the engines
began to rumble angrily. She sat down and strapped herself in.
Vegeta dashed in the door moments later and, glancing at the corpse in
momentary surprise, he kicked it onto the platform.
"Do we have fuel?"
"Just enough to
head straight to Earth. But we can't deviate from our course. And
I don't know if my ship is faster than this one."
"It is, by far.
Don't worry about that." He said with a faint smile. The door closed
and the view screen came to life. The landing bay's doors were opening
and no one was alive to stop them she assumed. Please Kami, let this
work! She prayed.
The ship began lift off procedure and
moments later she was shoved back into her chair as they shot out into
space. The stars were blurred white lines as they sped past.
She felt a sudden anxiety lift from her shoulders and finally sighed in
relief.
"Lord Cooler!
I must speak with Lord Cooler!" a guard cried, running onto the bridge
of the large flying citadel.
"He has another hour
in the regeneration tank!"
"What?!"
"You heard me.
Until then what is so important?"
"The Saiyan has escaped
in a small ship. The scanners were unable to find where it headed."
"Kasha, do a long range
scan!" The Navigator cried. The blue-skinned alien immediately complied.
"Sir, there are no
ships in the vicinity." The Navigator and the guard both paled considerably.
"Shit."
TBC!
Chapter 14
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