Be Real
Chapter 14: All Downhill
BAM
Shift, shuffle.
That was all the sound needed to awaken the prince. His eyes snapped open, and he sat up. He first thought 'mouse', but he didn't smell one. He sniffed, and his coal black eyes darted from corner to corner.
Click.
His head turned to the right in the blink of an eye.'The hallway.' Soundlessly, he climbed slowly out of bed, and began to approach his door. With the greatest delicacy, he slowly opened the door.
Creeeeeeeekkk.....
He stopped, and then tried to do it slower. His feet couldn't be heard on the soft, white carpeted hallway-not even by his own ears. The first thing he noticed was her door-it was slightly ajar, letting moonlight spill into the dark hallway from her tall windows. He stepped with caution, and slowly peeked through the door.
He had a good view of her bed from there, and his eyes bugged at what he beheld. Three soldiers, each adoring the black uniform and numerous weapons. One knelt by B's bed, carefully injecting a serum through a long, thin needle. Another stood gaurd over the window, and the third, which was probably supposed to be watching the door, was currently staring at the ceiling.
"Idiots." Vegeta hissed, and then smirked. Time to try out the ol' silent killing, hm? In the blink of an eye, he raced forward and punched the soldier staring at the ceiling sqaure in the nose, lodging his nasial bones into his brain and instantly killing him. He then raced back to his place behind the door. Before, the door was only a crack, so he did have to push it open and partly closed, but he was so fast, none of the soldiers noticed he had come and gone. Vegeta was about to pounce again, but decided to wait. Thirty seconds had passed when the soldier he had assulted fell to the ground. The soldier by the window, now alarmed, jumped around and gasped at his fallen comerade. The soldier administering yet another serum looked up and then went quickly back to his work; the quicker he was out of here, the better. Fear had setteled in, so Vegeta quickly took out the man administering the serum, and then the man gaurding the window. Happy with his mission, he walked in cautiously, and picked B up out of her bed.
"Where do you think you're going, lover boy?"
He darted around, and saw the scum from before.
Murico.
She had an arrogant smirk on her face, and was totally clear of all wounds. The alien now had longer green spiky hair, that she now pulled up in pony tail, leaving the front portions of hair around her face. She now dressed in the clothes of her race, the Amphifibi, and had long, vampire-like nails. Her scars still remained, but she seemed much better (like that's a good thing). Then Vegeta's eyes looked down and saw the thick metal rings around her ankles.
His eyes trailed back up to her and he mocked, "Still a slave to your greatest enemy? Tisk tisk."
She snarled. "How would you know anything about that?"
He shrugged. "Being the prince of a powerful race has its advantages."
"Right." she hissed. She began to circle him. "So, lover boy, how does it feel to be sucking faces with the one you've sworn to kill?"
"What the hell does that mean?"
She stopped, and then laughed evilly. "You idiot! You say you're race is powerful, but it is nothing but a tick on a dog's back compared to Black Cobra! To think, you're so arrogant and prideful, and yet you stand before me, unknowing of the MONTHS I spent tracking you and my idiot partner, the months I spent planning your deaths! The MONTHS I spent contemplating just how delicious your response would be when you found out about your little girlfriend!"
She broke out in hystericle laugher.
"Explain yourself!" Vegeta shouted. He detested being laughed at!
She stopped, bit her lip, and then looked at him for a moment. Shaking her head with a horrible smile on her face, she walked toward Vegeta. Her head tilted, and she held his chin in her fingers a moment, studying his rocky features. Then she leaned forward, and whispered in his ear.
"She is the murderer of your Mother-Jax, of the Silent Killing Alien Assassin Corps."
His eyes grew wide, and he almost dropped her out of shock. His mind spun, and he reeled at the thought of it. Shuddering and shaking, he looked down at B's comotose state.
"Kill her." Murico snapped, licking her lips, her eyes wild in anticipation. "Kill her! You said you would. Make her suffer! Make her suffer for both of us!"
Vegeta looked up at her, and then slowly down at B. "Kil her?" he asked. Normally, he wouldn't hesitate to kill anything....but....her.....B....but, his mother....
Frustrated, Murico screamed, "Look! Either you do it, or I do!" She rushed at Vegeta, and suddenly, he punched her and jumped away.
"I...I...." Scrambling for words and actions, he did the only thing he could: jump out the window.
Glass flew everywhere as he ran through the window, and then leapt from the balcony. He ran away as fast as he could.
"Hello Murico."
Suddenly Murico's face fell, and she turned to see a Black Cobra soldier.
"We had a deal, Murico."
"No...no...." Murico began to scramble away, until finally the soldier caught her, and held her high by her neck and disappeared.
Vegeta landed swiftly and just kept running, his shock and embarassment and depression pulling him everywhere. He felt like he was in an unending delimma. If he killed her, his mother would be avenged.
But if he didn't kill her, her mother would go unavenged-but she would still be alive.
He stopped cold, a decision suddenly upon him.
"No!" he shouted, as he stopped in the middle of a wide, vast forest. "How can you make me choose? My pride, over..." He looked down at B in his arms in her comatose state, and whispered, "Her." He feel to his knees, and set her down beside a tall oak tree.
"How can you make me decide?" he repeated quietly, but there was no reply from B. Then his eyes grew wide, as images from the time in her bedroom came rushing back to him. "The drugs!"
Quickly, he picked her up and flew off back to Capsule Corp.
"How is she?"
"She'll survive."
"That doesn't answer my question."
"She had three foregin drugs put in her, one numbing, one to put her in a temporary coma, and one to weaken her strength."
"Will her strength come back and the numbing subside?"
"We've already gotten rid of the numbing, but her strength will take a few days, at the least."
"All right."
The doctor walked off, his white coat billowing behind him. The room, a vibrant white, was the size of a normal bedroom, and in a glass case with wires and tubes entering it, laid a girl with long blue hair, porclien-like skin, and curved features. She was like sleeping beauty, and as the three boys watched her, they could just imagine sucking faces with her (that's the stupid way of saying kissing her).
Nappa paced, Radditz lounged on a near by worn-out sofa, and Vegeta sat in a chair right next to her glass case. Each boy was angry, worried, and, well, you know-all at the same time. Nappa picked up a ball with his rough hands, and threw it against the wall, careful not to let his anger affect the ball's impact on the wall (he didn't want to blow a hole through it).
"You think she found some sick pleasure in it all?" Radditz asked, breaking the silence. He, unlike Vegeta and Nappa, was totally casual about this. He had lived through alot worse, so this partly bored him-but what bothered him, if anything did, was that she knew.
"Which part?" Nappa asked, and threw the ball at the wall again. Vegeta's eyes darted over to Radditz.
"I mean, she knew the whole time." Radditz explained, "she knew who Prince Vegeta was, she knew she had killed his mother, and yet she had no shame in acting like she never did and leading Vegeta on. It's kind of sick, isn't it?"
Vegetasi was a planet of cruelty by human standards, but no matter the number of warriors and other men they slaughtered, there was nothing more sickening than playing with their mates, their emotions, or whoever they may be interested in. It was looked upon as whorish, and most sayians were put to a painful death for it. Sayians were not attached to their feelings because they can make battle too complicated, and even determine the victor. However, when mates were concerned, the universe thought they used them simply for breeding. Truth was, mates were long-time partners. It was not unheard of two mates fighting together, if not popular. When a sayian chose a mate, it was with the greatest precision and planning, another reason why arranged matings were not allowed. To decieve one's mate or one's interest was one of the lowest crimes commited, along side treason.
There was a pause, and Nappa simply rolled the ball around in his hands, not looking up. Suddenly, Vegeta roared and blew up the table beside B's glass case. Radditz hardly jumped, and Nappa only looked up for a moment.
After another long pause, Nappa said, "All the more reason to torture and kill her before the kingdom."
Then he left the room, the door swinging behind him.
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So, will they kill and torture B on Vegetasi, let her live, or is there something more to it? What's going to happen to Murico? And what is the Black Cobra going to do next?
Review please!
-IHearVoices
Chapter 14: All Downhill
BAM
Shift, shuffle.
That was all the sound needed to awaken the prince. His eyes snapped open, and he sat up. He first thought 'mouse', but he didn't smell one. He sniffed, and his coal black eyes darted from corner to corner.
Click.
His head turned to the right in the blink of an eye.'The hallway.' Soundlessly, he climbed slowly out of bed, and began to approach his door. With the greatest delicacy, he slowly opened the door.
Creeeeeeeekkk.....
He stopped, and then tried to do it slower. His feet couldn't be heard on the soft, white carpeted hallway-not even by his own ears. The first thing he noticed was her door-it was slightly ajar, letting moonlight spill into the dark hallway from her tall windows. He stepped with caution, and slowly peeked through the door.
He had a good view of her bed from there, and his eyes bugged at what he beheld. Three soldiers, each adoring the black uniform and numerous weapons. One knelt by B's bed, carefully injecting a serum through a long, thin needle. Another stood gaurd over the window, and the third, which was probably supposed to be watching the door, was currently staring at the ceiling.
"Idiots." Vegeta hissed, and then smirked. Time to try out the ol' silent killing, hm? In the blink of an eye, he raced forward and punched the soldier staring at the ceiling sqaure in the nose, lodging his nasial bones into his brain and instantly killing him. He then raced back to his place behind the door. Before, the door was only a crack, so he did have to push it open and partly closed, but he was so fast, none of the soldiers noticed he had come and gone. Vegeta was about to pounce again, but decided to wait. Thirty seconds had passed when the soldier he had assulted fell to the ground. The soldier by the window, now alarmed, jumped around and gasped at his fallen comerade. The soldier administering yet another serum looked up and then went quickly back to his work; the quicker he was out of here, the better. Fear had setteled in, so Vegeta quickly took out the man administering the serum, and then the man gaurding the window. Happy with his mission, he walked in cautiously, and picked B up out of her bed.
"Where do you think you're going, lover boy?"
He darted around, and saw the scum from before.
Murico.
She had an arrogant smirk on her face, and was totally clear of all wounds. The alien now had longer green spiky hair, that she now pulled up in pony tail, leaving the front portions of hair around her face. She now dressed in the clothes of her race, the Amphifibi, and had long, vampire-like nails. Her scars still remained, but she seemed much better (like that's a good thing). Then Vegeta's eyes looked down and saw the thick metal rings around her ankles.
His eyes trailed back up to her and he mocked, "Still a slave to your greatest enemy? Tisk tisk."
She snarled. "How would you know anything about that?"
He shrugged. "Being the prince of a powerful race has its advantages."
"Right." she hissed. She began to circle him. "So, lover boy, how does it feel to be sucking faces with the one you've sworn to kill?"
"What the hell does that mean?"
She stopped, and then laughed evilly. "You idiot! You say you're race is powerful, but it is nothing but a tick on a dog's back compared to Black Cobra! To think, you're so arrogant and prideful, and yet you stand before me, unknowing of the MONTHS I spent tracking you and my idiot partner, the months I spent planning your deaths! The MONTHS I spent contemplating just how delicious your response would be when you found out about your little girlfriend!"
She broke out in hystericle laugher.
"Explain yourself!" Vegeta shouted. He detested being laughed at!
She stopped, bit her lip, and then looked at him for a moment. Shaking her head with a horrible smile on her face, she walked toward Vegeta. Her head tilted, and she held his chin in her fingers a moment, studying his rocky features. Then she leaned forward, and whispered in his ear.
"She is the murderer of your Mother-Jax, of the Silent Killing Alien Assassin Corps."
His eyes grew wide, and he almost dropped her out of shock. His mind spun, and he reeled at the thought of it. Shuddering and shaking, he looked down at B's comotose state.
"Kill her." Murico snapped, licking her lips, her eyes wild in anticipation. "Kill her! You said you would. Make her suffer! Make her suffer for both of us!"
Vegeta looked up at her, and then slowly down at B. "Kil her?" he asked. Normally, he wouldn't hesitate to kill anything....but....her.....B....but, his mother....
Frustrated, Murico screamed, "Look! Either you do it, or I do!" She rushed at Vegeta, and suddenly, he punched her and jumped away.
"I...I...." Scrambling for words and actions, he did the only thing he could: jump out the window.
Glass flew everywhere as he ran through the window, and then leapt from the balcony. He ran away as fast as he could.
"Hello Murico."
Suddenly Murico's face fell, and she turned to see a Black Cobra soldier.
"We had a deal, Murico."
"No...no...." Murico began to scramble away, until finally the soldier caught her, and held her high by her neck and disappeared.
Vegeta landed swiftly and just kept running, his shock and embarassment and depression pulling him everywhere. He felt like he was in an unending delimma. If he killed her, his mother would be avenged.
But if he didn't kill her, her mother would go unavenged-but she would still be alive.
He stopped cold, a decision suddenly upon him.
"No!" he shouted, as he stopped in the middle of a wide, vast forest. "How can you make me choose? My pride, over..." He looked down at B in his arms in her comatose state, and whispered, "Her." He feel to his knees, and set her down beside a tall oak tree.
"How can you make me decide?" he repeated quietly, but there was no reply from B. Then his eyes grew wide, as images from the time in her bedroom came rushing back to him. "The drugs!"
Quickly, he picked her up and flew off back to Capsule Corp.
"How is she?"
"She'll survive."
"That doesn't answer my question."
"She had three foregin drugs put in her, one numbing, one to put her in a temporary coma, and one to weaken her strength."
"Will her strength come back and the numbing subside?"
"We've already gotten rid of the numbing, but her strength will take a few days, at the least."
"All right."
The doctor walked off, his white coat billowing behind him. The room, a vibrant white, was the size of a normal bedroom, and in a glass case with wires and tubes entering it, laid a girl with long blue hair, porclien-like skin, and curved features. She was like sleeping beauty, and as the three boys watched her, they could just imagine sucking faces with her (that's the stupid way of saying kissing her).
Nappa paced, Radditz lounged on a near by worn-out sofa, and Vegeta sat in a chair right next to her glass case. Each boy was angry, worried, and, well, you know-all at the same time. Nappa picked up a ball with his rough hands, and threw it against the wall, careful not to let his anger affect the ball's impact on the wall (he didn't want to blow a hole through it).
"You think she found some sick pleasure in it all?" Radditz asked, breaking the silence. He, unlike Vegeta and Nappa, was totally casual about this. He had lived through alot worse, so this partly bored him-but what bothered him, if anything did, was that she knew.
"Which part?" Nappa asked, and threw the ball at the wall again. Vegeta's eyes darted over to Radditz.
"I mean, she knew the whole time." Radditz explained, "she knew who Prince Vegeta was, she knew she had killed his mother, and yet she had no shame in acting like she never did and leading Vegeta on. It's kind of sick, isn't it?"
Vegetasi was a planet of cruelty by human standards, but no matter the number of warriors and other men they slaughtered, there was nothing more sickening than playing with their mates, their emotions, or whoever they may be interested in. It was looked upon as whorish, and most sayians were put to a painful death for it. Sayians were not attached to their feelings because they can make battle too complicated, and even determine the victor. However, when mates were concerned, the universe thought they used them simply for breeding. Truth was, mates were long-time partners. It was not unheard of two mates fighting together, if not popular. When a sayian chose a mate, it was with the greatest precision and planning, another reason why arranged matings were not allowed. To decieve one's mate or one's interest was one of the lowest crimes commited, along side treason.
There was a pause, and Nappa simply rolled the ball around in his hands, not looking up. Suddenly, Vegeta roared and blew up the table beside B's glass case. Radditz hardly jumped, and Nappa only looked up for a moment.
After another long pause, Nappa said, "All the more reason to torture and kill her before the kingdom."
Then he left the room, the door swinging behind him.
-
So, will they kill and torture B on Vegetasi, let her live, or is there something more to it? What's going to happen to Murico? And what is the Black Cobra going to do next?
Review please!
-IHearVoices
