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"She likes you," Furto whispered in her ear, releasing her slowly. Vegeta took his hands away as well, shaking his head at her behavior. "Which is most rare as you have males in your company."
"I'm a very likeable person, Furto." She giggled more after saying this, the words seeming to be very funny to her. "I really would like the recipe for those brains."
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By the time everyone in the room had finished their brains, Bulma was in such hysterics that Vegeta needed to take her from the room to calm her down; and he was none too pleased about it.
"Woman, would you stop that incessant racket?" he demanded, pushing her against the wall.
"What's wrong Veggie-pooh?" she breathed, leaning into him, still in her fit of giggles.
"Vegeta," Furto called frantically, hurrying over to him and Bulma in the hall. "Urgadoan wishes to have a word with Bulma and Dealfoun….alone."
"Why can't you or I be there?" Vegeta growled, loosening his grip on Bulma's shoulders.
"Because," he sighed, "our company does not please her."
"Kami, not the men thing? Stupid, inconcei-"
"Vegeta, sir, please watch your tone and anger. You know what excellent hearing Geranomes have."
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"She said she is sad that such a fate has befallen you," Delafoun translated to Bulma as Urgadoan spoke quickly to her. "And she is glad that the Bellbrafarn Brain had such an effect on you."
"Why did it do that anyway?" Bulma whispered as though Urgadoan could understand what she was saying.
"It's gives whoever eats it a chemical reaction that puts them in a temporary state of euphoria. It's a rare delicacy and is sometimes used for medical purposes." Bulma nodded in understanding, though she had a funny feeling that the brains were the Geranoma equivalent to illegal drugs on Earth.
"Why didn't everyone react the way I did?"
"They are used to it by now."
"Even Vegeta?"
"Yes, Bellbrafarns are not native to Geranoma. They have been found on Fewskm, Doon, Planet Vegeta, and Werents. But please, and I don't mean to be rude, you must listen and ask questions later. This meeting is extremely important and must go well or it's likely that we will not receive any Elpin to cure you."
Bulma was silent for the rest of the meeting, listening intently to both Delafoun and Urgadoan, though she could only understand one of them. It seemed to be going rather well, for when Delafoun stood and bowed, Urgadoan had her eerie smile on her lips and Delafoun looked rather pleases as well. It wasn't until they reached their sleeping quarters, an apartment type area at the far back of Urgadoan's home, that Delafoun began to speak.
"She was very pleasant," she told Bulma as she fumbled with the "key" she'd been given, a "K" shaped piece of wood with a rim of gold.
"What happened?" Furto nearly plowed Bulma and Delafoun over as they entered the living area of their quarters. Bulma looked around, half listening to Delafoun, seeing if Vegeta was there. He wasn't, as she expected, so she plopped down on a large crimson pillow and listened to the Furto and the Doonso discuss the meeting that Bulma had only half heard.
"She was in rather high spirits," Bulma caught Delafoun say as she settled herself, leaning back on her hands. "Said she would meet with us again in a couple of days."
Bulma's head snapped so fast that she thought it should have come clean off. Another meeting? In a couple of days? How long did they have to stay there?
"Couple of days?" Bulma gasped, her bottom lip beginning to quiver. What if she died before then? What if they spent all this time here to be turned down? What if-
"Urgadoan is very busy," Furto said calmly, trying to calm Bulma herself. "By now you must have realized that she is the leader of this planet. She needs to tend to her people, too. We're not her number one priority."
"And if I die befo-"
"I won't allow it." His stern voice reminded Bulma of Vegeta for a split second and she smiled. No, Furto wouldn't let anything happen to her.
"What if they don't let us have the Elpin?" Bulma sighed, knowing full well that that was a very real possibility.
"Then we're going to have to fight." It wasn't Furto who answered, but Vegeta, who had just entered the room from behind her. "And I don't mind in the least." A wide smirk spread across his face as he pulled on his white fighting gloves; his boots were on the floor next to the door. "Getting back at those grudging no-"
"With an attitude like that we definitely won't get my cure," she hissed, glaring up at him from her pillow on the floor. "We didn't come here to settle old scores betweens Saiyans and Geranomes."
"Well, if someone didn't impose themselves upon my training time then we wouldn't be there at all."
"I would be home in a heartbeat if I could! It's not my fault!"
"And who went out of the ship when I warned time and time again not to?"
"If you just took me around when I asked-"
"Would you two get a room and get it over with?" Both of them were too shocked to say anything. It was Albazar, the youngest of the Doonso, possibly half Bulma's age, who had said it.
"Albazar!" Delafoun snapped, slapping her arm. "Leave them be!"
Bulma's eyes were still wide several long minutes later. She still couldn't believe she had said that, not so much that she butted in on their fight, but the words she chose. Maybe aliens weren't so different from Earthlings as she thought. True, they were in many ways more advanced, had far more interesting qualities, but deep down, weren't they all the same? She shook her head; of course they were generally all the same, hers wasn't a unique race.
"Please, forgive her behavior," Delafoun sighed, smiling weakling at Bulma, but not up at Vegeta behind her. Bulma turned around and found that he was no longer there, his boots gone from the floor.
"Oh, it's fine," Bulma said dumbly, furrowing her brow in thought. Why was everyone so bent on the fact that her and Vegeta should be together? They had already taken a huge step when Vegeta asked her to be his mate, and that backfired horribly. How could they expect her to be with him when he didn't love her the way she loved him and never could? Didn't they know that love was a necessity to her? And that Vegeta would never give her that, even if it were possible for him to lower himself enough to feel such things?
"Don't bother yourself with such thoughts," Delafoun said suddenly, obviously having been scraping her surface thoughts. "Things will fall into place and work out for the best, I promise you."
"How? What's going to happen?" She was suddenly eager to hear her every word. She'd forgotten that she was Crunmor and knew Bulma's future; she could tell her if she was going to end up with Vegeta in the end or not, if she was going to die before getting the Elpin, and anything else that lay ahead of her. And she was so excited that she hardly heard Delafoun's next statement.
"I cannot fool with the future, Bulma. That is not why I was given my gift."
Bulma's heart immediately sank. No, of course not. Of course she couldn't know something that could lift her spirits. She was doomed to dwell on the past and dread the future until she died from Denj-sa or old age.
"Please, Bulma, have patience with time. As I've said, I promise you things will work out for the best."
"How will they work out though? Will I just be satisfied with being alive and not care about love anymore? I-"
"I'm sorry, I can't tell you. Please, I beg you, give it time. That's all I can tell you."
Before Bulma could protest any further, Delafoun was out of the room; Albazar's back retreating as Bulma looked up. Only Furto and Gerressanet remained, but Bulma could have done with no one there. She was now feeling so lost and hopeless about everything, her disease, her relationship with Vegeta, if she would ever get home again, that all she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and sleep through everything.
"Good night," she mumbled to Furto, ignoring Gerressanet's always angry glare, and hurried off to her bed, a collection of soft pillows and blankets in the far corner of the apartment's bed chamber, a room that all she'd come with shared. She quickly pulled on her nightgown and crawled into bed, hoping that tomorrow would offer more than regret and dread.
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The sound of hurried footfalls and gasping screams pulled Bulma from her peaceful slumber the next morning. She looked around frantically to find she was the only one in the bed chamber, all the others' bed pillows being flung haphazardly around the room, blankets crumpled and scattered about.
When she reached the common room it was as empty as the room she left and an eerie quiet suddenly enveloped her as she crept around, looking for clues as to what was going on. Having just woken up and being terrified out of her mind didn't help in the least either.
"Furto!" she called after several long moments of silence passed.
No answer.
"Vegeta?" Her voice was quieter now, more unsure. What had happened?
No answer.
"Delafoun?"
Silence.
She turned around, looking this way and that. The room was scattered with pillows the same as the bedchamber had been. Tables were knocked over, books open and on the floor, but the door was closed. She starred at the door to the outer hall for a moment, then backed quickly into the wall, panting rapidly. Something had happened there, she'd heard screams and people running. Was someone hurt? Had they been attacked? Were they still there, in the apartment, waiting for Bulma herself?
"Albazar?" she whimpered, sliding down the wall, pulling her knees to her chest. "Gerressanet?"
"They're fine." The voice came to suddenly and there were no footsteps to warn her that Bulma toppled over, screaming at the top of her lungs, and covering her face with her arms. "Please, don't do that."
She looked up through her arms to see a tall man with small black eyes and long blue hair; he was a Geranome, or rather a Dren. He smiled softly down at Bulma, offering her his hand. She looked at it, reached for it, but at the last second shrunk back, moving further away from him.
"Please, I mean you no harm. I'm here to help."
"Wh-Wh-Who are you?" she managed to squeak, pushing herself so far away from the strange Dren that she hit another wall.
"My name is Uvagon." She looked him over as he stood where she'd left him. His long blue hair frizzed untidily around his face but matched nicely with his pale purple skin and small black eyes; he looked handsome to her, the way Urgadoan had been beautiful. His clothes, a pair of tattered baggy pants full of holes and an oversized shirt in the same condition, were dirty and hung loosely on his frail, skinny body. He'd been a prisoner to the Geranomes. "As I said before," he said calmly, crouching down to Bulma's eye level, "I am here to help. You can stay there if you like while I explain everything to you."
"Wh-What are you doing here? Where is everyone?" Her brain was still too frantic with thoughts for her to realize that he was being genuinely sincere and not forceful or rude in the least.
"I came to help," he repeated with no hint of annoyance at having to repeat himself. "The Saiyan, the Fewsk, and the Doonso are all safe and waiting for you."
"Waiting for me? Why am I not with them?" She was calmer now; Uvagon's voice seemed to soothe her.
"Please, if you allow me to, I will explain everything." He placed a hand behind him on the floor and went to sit, but stopped and turned back to Bulma. "May I sit down?"
She nodded slowly, watching his every move, not being able to get certain thoughts that had nothing to do with her situation out of her head; here, in front of her, was a real live Dren, one who had been imprisoned by the Geranomes just like Furto had told her. And he was kind and patient and considerate. He didn't belong in a dirty old jail cell, Bulma thought sadly; he seemed to sweet for that.
"Wait. How do you know Fewsk?" That had, after all, been the language they'd been speaking with the whole time.
"I learned it in my studies long ago. But please, I haven't time to discuss such things. May I continue?"
"Yes, please. Sorry."
"Oh its quite alright. I would love to talk with you after this is over, your race fascinates me." He paused a moment and leaned back on his hands before beginning his explanation. "There was an outbreak of prisoners in the Drencoves." Bulma nodded, telling him that she understood that they were the prisons the Drens were kept in; she figured they must be the dark brown complexes with the tiny windows she had seen. "My cellmates were among those who organized the escape, though they were too cocky and were caught before they reached Urgadoan's home. Myself and one other Dren were the only ones who made it this far, but when Yurgo saw your Fewsk friend, he fled in the other direction. I don't know what became of him." He sighed deeply, as if it were painful to talk. "I told the Fewsk immediately of my predicament and he smuggled me into your apartment where I was told of why you were all here. I was quite surprised to learn that an Earthling and a Saiyan was among them; it was a most surprising group to come upon."
"How did you get into Urgadoan's home without anyone seeing you?"
"It wasn't easy, but please, I beg you, allow me to tell you the rest before you ask questions." Bulma nodded in apology, straightening her posture. "When I learned of what had befallen you I immediately informed the Fewsk that Urgadoan would never allow you access to the Elpin, that she has been toying with those who have come for it, only to deny them the cure." He sighed again. "I learned all this from listening to conversations of the guards. They laughed at the sickly, thinking them unworthy of the Elpin." He looked up at Bulma suddenly, eyes quivering. "I was so angry when I came here that I almost harmed the Fewsk in order to get to Urgadoan to exact my revenge. Luckily though I was clear-headed enough to heed his pleas and follow him.
"I didn't need to be told how sick you were, I could feel your energy dissipating as I listened to the Fewsk speak. I promised to help in getting you the Elpin, so we devised a plan, which has been carried out perfectly so far.
"The Doonso have gone to inform Urgadoan of my breaking in and has told her that the Saiyan Prince will help to fight me off and bring me back to Drencoves. The Fewsk should be on the other side of the home by now, his role being to warn all those he comes across about me and to stay away from this side of the building."
"Why was I left behind?" Bulma suddenly asked angrily. How could Vegeta just leave her there?
"Because, if you were taken along then Urgadoan would know your group was with me and against her. You are too weak to fight and are of no help in recapturing me; therefore you had to be left behind. My role was to do as I am doing now, find you and explain everything. Once the home has gathered in the Conversing Room, I will take you from here. The others will meet us shortly after."
"And the Elpin?"
"That is where we are meeting the others, in the Dry Fields where the Elpin grows. The Saiyan and myself should be able to fight off the guards long enough to obtain a sufficient amount of Elpin."
"An getting back to the ships?"
"All but yourself are skilled in the ability to fly. The Prince will carry you to your ship."
"And you? What happens with you?"
"I stay here."
"But-"
"I have no other place."
"What about Excaro?"
"Excaro?" He arched an eyebrow at her, looking confused for the first time since she'd seen him.
"The planet where the Geradrens live in peace."
"Geradrens? Please, forgive me, but what are you talking about?"
"When do we have to leave for the Dry Fields?"
"A Doonso will come back and give us a signal."
"Alright," she sighed happily; she was finally going to help out someone else for a change. She went on to explain all the Furto had told her; the wars on Drenador, the Geranomes leaving to create Geranoma, everything. By the time she was finished Uvagon's eyes were as wide as hers had been when she'd first heard the story. She figured that it had all happened long before his time and that he'd been born on Geranoma, never receiving the information about his past. "Your cellmates, are they all of your generation?"
Uvagon nodded, eyes still wide. That confirmed Bulma's suspicions; all the newborn Drens were placed far from the ones who knew of the past, leaving them to think their lives as prisoners was their only fate.
"Would you want us to take you there, to Excaro?"
"I-I could be with other Drens and Geranomes and live in peace?"
"Yes, well, they're all Geradrens there. But I'm sure you'd be welcomed with open arms."
"I-I-I don't know what to say. I-"
There was a loud knock at the door, followed by a scratching sound.
"That's the signal." Uvagon was suddenly back in command, hopping to his feet and offering Bulma his hand. She took it this time, smiling up at him; she was going to give him a better life, a life worth living, just as he was helping her to live by supplying them with the Elpin.
"Thank you," she whispered as Uvagon gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her out into the empty hall.
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---Chapter 18! Yay! Wow, I totally was not going in that direction when I started typing this chapter. But then I got an idea of Bulma being startled awake by screaming, and then Uvagon just popped into my head. Like him? I do, heehee! :P I thought we could use some more characters. Oh, and the screaming and running that Bulma heard when she woke up was just the others acting so that if there were Geranomes nearby they would believe their story better.
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"She likes you," Furto whispered in her ear, releasing her slowly. Vegeta took his hands away as well, shaking his head at her behavior. "Which is most rare as you have males in your company."
"I'm a very likeable person, Furto." She giggled more after saying this, the words seeming to be very funny to her. "I really would like the recipe for those brains."
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By the time everyone in the room had finished their brains, Bulma was in such hysterics that Vegeta needed to take her from the room to calm her down; and he was none too pleased about it.
"Woman, would you stop that incessant racket?" he demanded, pushing her against the wall.
"What's wrong Veggie-pooh?" she breathed, leaning into him, still in her fit of giggles.
"Vegeta," Furto called frantically, hurrying over to him and Bulma in the hall. "Urgadoan wishes to have a word with Bulma and Dealfoun….alone."
"Why can't you or I be there?" Vegeta growled, loosening his grip on Bulma's shoulders.
"Because," he sighed, "our company does not please her."
"Kami, not the men thing? Stupid, inconcei-"
"Vegeta, sir, please watch your tone and anger. You know what excellent hearing Geranomes have."
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"She said she is sad that such a fate has befallen you," Delafoun translated to Bulma as Urgadoan spoke quickly to her. "And she is glad that the Bellbrafarn Brain had such an effect on you."
"Why did it do that anyway?" Bulma whispered as though Urgadoan could understand what she was saying.
"It's gives whoever eats it a chemical reaction that puts them in a temporary state of euphoria. It's a rare delicacy and is sometimes used for medical purposes." Bulma nodded in understanding, though she had a funny feeling that the brains were the Geranoma equivalent to illegal drugs on Earth.
"Why didn't everyone react the way I did?"
"They are used to it by now."
"Even Vegeta?"
"Yes, Bellbrafarns are not native to Geranoma. They have been found on Fewskm, Doon, Planet Vegeta, and Werents. But please, and I don't mean to be rude, you must listen and ask questions later. This meeting is extremely important and must go well or it's likely that we will not receive any Elpin to cure you."
Bulma was silent for the rest of the meeting, listening intently to both Delafoun and Urgadoan, though she could only understand one of them. It seemed to be going rather well, for when Delafoun stood and bowed, Urgadoan had her eerie smile on her lips and Delafoun looked rather pleases as well. It wasn't until they reached their sleeping quarters, an apartment type area at the far back of Urgadoan's home, that Delafoun began to speak.
"She was very pleasant," she told Bulma as she fumbled with the "key" she'd been given, a "K" shaped piece of wood with a rim of gold.
"What happened?" Furto nearly plowed Bulma and Delafoun over as they entered the living area of their quarters. Bulma looked around, half listening to Delafoun, seeing if Vegeta was there. He wasn't, as she expected, so she plopped down on a large crimson pillow and listened to the Furto and the Doonso discuss the meeting that Bulma had only half heard.
"She was in rather high spirits," Bulma caught Delafoun say as she settled herself, leaning back on her hands. "Said she would meet with us again in a couple of days."
Bulma's head snapped so fast that she thought it should have come clean off. Another meeting? In a couple of days? How long did they have to stay there?
"Couple of days?" Bulma gasped, her bottom lip beginning to quiver. What if she died before then? What if they spent all this time here to be turned down? What if-
"Urgadoan is very busy," Furto said calmly, trying to calm Bulma herself. "By now you must have realized that she is the leader of this planet. She needs to tend to her people, too. We're not her number one priority."
"And if I die befo-"
"I won't allow it." His stern voice reminded Bulma of Vegeta for a split second and she smiled. No, Furto wouldn't let anything happen to her.
"What if they don't let us have the Elpin?" Bulma sighed, knowing full well that that was a very real possibility.
"Then we're going to have to fight." It wasn't Furto who answered, but Vegeta, who had just entered the room from behind her. "And I don't mind in the least." A wide smirk spread across his face as he pulled on his white fighting gloves; his boots were on the floor next to the door. "Getting back at those grudging no-"
"With an attitude like that we definitely won't get my cure," she hissed, glaring up at him from her pillow on the floor. "We didn't come here to settle old scores betweens Saiyans and Geranomes."
"Well, if someone didn't impose themselves upon my training time then we wouldn't be there at all."
"I would be home in a heartbeat if I could! It's not my fault!"
"And who went out of the ship when I warned time and time again not to?"
"If you just took me around when I asked-"
"Would you two get a room and get it over with?" Both of them were too shocked to say anything. It was Albazar, the youngest of the Doonso, possibly half Bulma's age, who had said it.
"Albazar!" Delafoun snapped, slapping her arm. "Leave them be!"
Bulma's eyes were still wide several long minutes later. She still couldn't believe she had said that, not so much that she butted in on their fight, but the words she chose. Maybe aliens weren't so different from Earthlings as she thought. True, they were in many ways more advanced, had far more interesting qualities, but deep down, weren't they all the same? She shook her head; of course they were generally all the same, hers wasn't a unique race.
"Please, forgive her behavior," Delafoun sighed, smiling weakling at Bulma, but not up at Vegeta behind her. Bulma turned around and found that he was no longer there, his boots gone from the floor.
"Oh, it's fine," Bulma said dumbly, furrowing her brow in thought. Why was everyone so bent on the fact that her and Vegeta should be together? They had already taken a huge step when Vegeta asked her to be his mate, and that backfired horribly. How could they expect her to be with him when he didn't love her the way she loved him and never could? Didn't they know that love was a necessity to her? And that Vegeta would never give her that, even if it were possible for him to lower himself enough to feel such things?
"Don't bother yourself with such thoughts," Delafoun said suddenly, obviously having been scraping her surface thoughts. "Things will fall into place and work out for the best, I promise you."
"How? What's going to happen?" She was suddenly eager to hear her every word. She'd forgotten that she was Crunmor and knew Bulma's future; she could tell her if she was going to end up with Vegeta in the end or not, if she was going to die before getting the Elpin, and anything else that lay ahead of her. And she was so excited that she hardly heard Delafoun's next statement.
"I cannot fool with the future, Bulma. That is not why I was given my gift."
Bulma's heart immediately sank. No, of course not. Of course she couldn't know something that could lift her spirits. She was doomed to dwell on the past and dread the future until she died from Denj-sa or old age.
"Please, Bulma, have patience with time. As I've said, I promise you things will work out for the best."
"How will they work out though? Will I just be satisfied with being alive and not care about love anymore? I-"
"I'm sorry, I can't tell you. Please, I beg you, give it time. That's all I can tell you."
Before Bulma could protest any further, Delafoun was out of the room; Albazar's back retreating as Bulma looked up. Only Furto and Gerressanet remained, but Bulma could have done with no one there. She was now feeling so lost and hopeless about everything, her disease, her relationship with Vegeta, if she would ever get home again, that all she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and sleep through everything.
"Good night," she mumbled to Furto, ignoring Gerressanet's always angry glare, and hurried off to her bed, a collection of soft pillows and blankets in the far corner of the apartment's bed chamber, a room that all she'd come with shared. She quickly pulled on her nightgown and crawled into bed, hoping that tomorrow would offer more than regret and dread.
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The sound of hurried footfalls and gasping screams pulled Bulma from her peaceful slumber the next morning. She looked around frantically to find she was the only one in the bed chamber, all the others' bed pillows being flung haphazardly around the room, blankets crumpled and scattered about.
When she reached the common room it was as empty as the room she left and an eerie quiet suddenly enveloped her as she crept around, looking for clues as to what was going on. Having just woken up and being terrified out of her mind didn't help in the least either.
"Furto!" she called after several long moments of silence passed.
No answer.
"Vegeta?" Her voice was quieter now, more unsure. What had happened?
No answer.
"Delafoun?"
Silence.
She turned around, looking this way and that. The room was scattered with pillows the same as the bedchamber had been. Tables were knocked over, books open and on the floor, but the door was closed. She starred at the door to the outer hall for a moment, then backed quickly into the wall, panting rapidly. Something had happened there, she'd heard screams and people running. Was someone hurt? Had they been attacked? Were they still there, in the apartment, waiting for Bulma herself?
"Albazar?" she whimpered, sliding down the wall, pulling her knees to her chest. "Gerressanet?"
"They're fine." The voice came to suddenly and there were no footsteps to warn her that Bulma toppled over, screaming at the top of her lungs, and covering her face with her arms. "Please, don't do that."
She looked up through her arms to see a tall man with small black eyes and long blue hair; he was a Geranome, or rather a Dren. He smiled softly down at Bulma, offering her his hand. She looked at it, reached for it, but at the last second shrunk back, moving further away from him.
"Please, I mean you no harm. I'm here to help."
"Wh-Wh-Who are you?" she managed to squeak, pushing herself so far away from the strange Dren that she hit another wall.
"My name is Uvagon." She looked him over as he stood where she'd left him. His long blue hair frizzed untidily around his face but matched nicely with his pale purple skin and small black eyes; he looked handsome to her, the way Urgadoan had been beautiful. His clothes, a pair of tattered baggy pants full of holes and an oversized shirt in the same condition, were dirty and hung loosely on his frail, skinny body. He'd been a prisoner to the Geranomes. "As I said before," he said calmly, crouching down to Bulma's eye level, "I am here to help. You can stay there if you like while I explain everything to you."
"Wh-What are you doing here? Where is everyone?" Her brain was still too frantic with thoughts for her to realize that he was being genuinely sincere and not forceful or rude in the least.
"I came to help," he repeated with no hint of annoyance at having to repeat himself. "The Saiyan, the Fewsk, and the Doonso are all safe and waiting for you."
"Waiting for me? Why am I not with them?" She was calmer now; Uvagon's voice seemed to soothe her.
"Please, if you allow me to, I will explain everything." He placed a hand behind him on the floor and went to sit, but stopped and turned back to Bulma. "May I sit down?"
She nodded slowly, watching his every move, not being able to get certain thoughts that had nothing to do with her situation out of her head; here, in front of her, was a real live Dren, one who had been imprisoned by the Geranomes just like Furto had told her. And he was kind and patient and considerate. He didn't belong in a dirty old jail cell, Bulma thought sadly; he seemed to sweet for that.
"Wait. How do you know Fewsk?" That had, after all, been the language they'd been speaking with the whole time.
"I learned it in my studies long ago. But please, I haven't time to discuss such things. May I continue?"
"Yes, please. Sorry."
"Oh its quite alright. I would love to talk with you after this is over, your race fascinates me." He paused a moment and leaned back on his hands before beginning his explanation. "There was an outbreak of prisoners in the Drencoves." Bulma nodded, telling him that she understood that they were the prisons the Drens were kept in; she figured they must be the dark brown complexes with the tiny windows she had seen. "My cellmates were among those who organized the escape, though they were too cocky and were caught before they reached Urgadoan's home. Myself and one other Dren were the only ones who made it this far, but when Yurgo saw your Fewsk friend, he fled in the other direction. I don't know what became of him." He sighed deeply, as if it were painful to talk. "I told the Fewsk immediately of my predicament and he smuggled me into your apartment where I was told of why you were all here. I was quite surprised to learn that an Earthling and a Saiyan was among them; it was a most surprising group to come upon."
"How did you get into Urgadoan's home without anyone seeing you?"
"It wasn't easy, but please, I beg you, allow me to tell you the rest before you ask questions." Bulma nodded in apology, straightening her posture. "When I learned of what had befallen you I immediately informed the Fewsk that Urgadoan would never allow you access to the Elpin, that she has been toying with those who have come for it, only to deny them the cure." He sighed again. "I learned all this from listening to conversations of the guards. They laughed at the sickly, thinking them unworthy of the Elpin." He looked up at Bulma suddenly, eyes quivering. "I was so angry when I came here that I almost harmed the Fewsk in order to get to Urgadoan to exact my revenge. Luckily though I was clear-headed enough to heed his pleas and follow him.
"I didn't need to be told how sick you were, I could feel your energy dissipating as I listened to the Fewsk speak. I promised to help in getting you the Elpin, so we devised a plan, which has been carried out perfectly so far.
"The Doonso have gone to inform Urgadoan of my breaking in and has told her that the Saiyan Prince will help to fight me off and bring me back to Drencoves. The Fewsk should be on the other side of the home by now, his role being to warn all those he comes across about me and to stay away from this side of the building."
"Why was I left behind?" Bulma suddenly asked angrily. How could Vegeta just leave her there?
"Because, if you were taken along then Urgadoan would know your group was with me and against her. You are too weak to fight and are of no help in recapturing me; therefore you had to be left behind. My role was to do as I am doing now, find you and explain everything. Once the home has gathered in the Conversing Room, I will take you from here. The others will meet us shortly after."
"And the Elpin?"
"That is where we are meeting the others, in the Dry Fields where the Elpin grows. The Saiyan and myself should be able to fight off the guards long enough to obtain a sufficient amount of Elpin."
"An getting back to the ships?"
"All but yourself are skilled in the ability to fly. The Prince will carry you to your ship."
"And you? What happens with you?"
"I stay here."
"But-"
"I have no other place."
"What about Excaro?"
"Excaro?" He arched an eyebrow at her, looking confused for the first time since she'd seen him.
"The planet where the Geradrens live in peace."
"Geradrens? Please, forgive me, but what are you talking about?"
"When do we have to leave for the Dry Fields?"
"A Doonso will come back and give us a signal."
"Alright," she sighed happily; she was finally going to help out someone else for a change. She went on to explain all the Furto had told her; the wars on Drenador, the Geranomes leaving to create Geranoma, everything. By the time she was finished Uvagon's eyes were as wide as hers had been when she'd first heard the story. She figured that it had all happened long before his time and that he'd been born on Geranoma, never receiving the information about his past. "Your cellmates, are they all of your generation?"
Uvagon nodded, eyes still wide. That confirmed Bulma's suspicions; all the newborn Drens were placed far from the ones who knew of the past, leaving them to think their lives as prisoners was their only fate.
"Would you want us to take you there, to Excaro?"
"I-I could be with other Drens and Geranomes and live in peace?"
"Yes, well, they're all Geradrens there. But I'm sure you'd be welcomed with open arms."
"I-I-I don't know what to say. I-"
There was a loud knock at the door, followed by a scratching sound.
"That's the signal." Uvagon was suddenly back in command, hopping to his feet and offering Bulma his hand. She took it this time, smiling up at him; she was going to give him a better life, a life worth living, just as he was helping her to live by supplying them with the Elpin.
"Thank you," she whispered as Uvagon gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her out into the empty hall.
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---Chapter 18! Yay! Wow, I totally was not going in that direction when I started typing this chapter. But then I got an idea of Bulma being startled awake by screaming, and then Uvagon just popped into my head. Like him? I do, heehee! :P I thought we could use some more characters. Oh, and the screaming and running that Bulma heard when she woke up was just the others acting so that if there were Geranomes nearby they would believe their story better.
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