Part 2
Defiance
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"Do you think he'll mind if we play around with the inhabitants a bit, Vegita?" Kakarotto stared out the window of the round space pod, looking at the blue and green planet below.
"Ask him." Vegita barked. Every one knew that Freeza had bugged the space pods and the two were acting as though they could agree on nothing.
"Fine, Vegita-sama." Kakakrotto said the prince's name in raw sarcasm. Vegita smirked. He needed some time of and what better way to spend time than by playing weaklings for fools? Not too many! He settled back to relax while Kakarotto called Freeza to see when the buyers of Freeza 74 wanted the planet cleared by and if they could spend a little time playing around.
Kakarotto rolled his eyes and keyed into the main ship's communication system. "Milord Freeza?" He asked, lowering his eyes.
"What is it monkey?" The reptilian-looking creature barked out in his genderless voice.
"I was wondering if we might spend a little time playing with these pitiful aliens...I haven't had time off in YEARS." Kakarotto smirked. "And what better way to spend it than by playing with their pitiful minds? Besides, I want to know what so taboo about Tor-Amisa, anyway."
"Have fun, monkey." Freeza rolled his eyes. "But if that planet hasn't been purged in six months, I'll kill you and everyone on it myself."
"Of course, milord." Kakarotto agreed hastily. "Anything you say, milord."
"At least you know your place, monkey." Freeza smirked, then cut the connection. Kakarotto made a face but opened a connection between his space pod and Vegita's.
"We can have some fun with this, my prince." Kakarotto smirked.
"Good. Now stop talking to me you worthless third class."
Kakarotto
smirked, sent his prince an obscene gesture and flipped the
communicator off. Vegita, giving the blank screen a shocked look for a
moment, gave a short snort of amusement.
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"Chichi! You're going to be late!" Bulma shouted, running towards the door. Her best friend came running after her, black hair flying.
"Oh man!" Chichi groaned. "Why me? Why today?"
"Because we're lucky, that's why, now COME ON!" Bulma raced towards the door and the two began to run down the street as fast as they could. The Aryans would not be happy if the two were late. And they would be lucky if they could sneak in.
It took them a few minutes to reach the building where they worked. Chichi gasped and Bulma resettled her wig and sighed. She was lucky to have the wig, she admitted silently to herself. Her blue hair was pinned up beneath it in a tight bun and the wig made it look like it was a dull brown. She was also wearing her trademark head-scarf to hide it as well, so the Aryans didn't think a thing of her.
Chichi sighed. She too wore a head scarf, making the Aryans think it was to cover a bad haircut. Which it was, but that was purposely done. Her thick hair was unevenly cut so that they would think her ugly. Eventually she'd have to re-cut it and make it look nice, but so far, no one ever questioned her about it.
"We aren't
late yet, Bulma!" Chichi panted, racing to the building. They made it
to their work places as the sounded. Both sighed in relief and Chichi
mouthed, "That was close!" Bulma nodded her agreement.
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"Aw come on Vegita! I'm hungry! Let's just land okay?" Kakarotto whined. Vegita rolled his eyes.
"It's times like this I wonder I don't kill you immediately." The prince informed him. Kakarotto laughed but crossed his arms. They had landed their pods in the wood about a day's walk from the nearest town and were flying towards it now.
"I know why you talk to me. If you didn't, there'd be no one to spar with." Kakarotto laughed. Vegita groaned. He actually made sense. He was spending way to much time around the insane Saiya-Jin.
"Let's land there! It's a town, ne?" Kakarotto pointed and Vegita sighed again.
"Fine, whatever. I don't care." He muttered under his breath for a few moments and the duo headed towards the muddy earth.
"Let's take out that building." Vegita smirked and pointed to some random factory building.
"Why?"
"No, I've got a better idea! We'll show up in style! We can take out half the building and then laugh as those pathetic weaklings come screaming from the debris!" Vegita cackled gleefully.
"I like that idea!" Kakarotto agreed. "So, which half are we blowing up? I think the nice half?"
"Hm...Sounds
good to me!" Vegita smirked and held out his hand, Kakarotto doing the
same. The two both let gathered small energy attacks and let them loose.
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Bulma reached for the next piece of the box to put it into place when a sudden flare of heat washed over her. The people in the factory screamed and dove for cover. Including the Aryans, who were immediately up and yelling for them to resume their work and that those seconds had already made them behind.
"The building is on FIRE!" Chichi yelled, waving her arms to emphasize her point.
"I don't care!" The Aryan shouted, hitting her across the face with his fist. Chichi fell with a cry.
"CHICHI!" Bulma shouted, running towards her.
"Get back to work!" A man shouted, tripping up Bulma. She fell to the floor with a shout. Defeated, the blue eyed woman shot her friend an apologetic look and went towards her station as a second blast filled the room. She and the rest of the people were thrown back by the force of the explosion and there was a sickening crack as Chichi's head hit the floor.
"Get out of here! Evacuate!" The Aryans barked, moving everyone along.
"Chichi! Help, please!" Bulma tugged on an Aryan's uniform sleeve. "Please, sir, she's hurt..."
"I do not care!" The Aryan back handed her, sending her to the floor. The woman's eyes narrowed and she scowled.
Crawling over to where her friend lay, she began to drag her toward the exit, coughing on the smoke.
"Help me, please!" She cried a second time, collapsing to the floor.
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Vegita and Kakarotto laughed as the workers rushed from the building, crying out in fear. "I don't know why this place is taboo, they are only a bunch of weaklings." Kakarotto laughed.
A large man, by the standards of the planet, with white blonde hair and blue eyes moved towards them threateningly. "Why aren't you working? And what are you wearing?" He demanded waving his gun.
"I? Work for you? Methinks not!" Vegita laughed. "I am the Prince of all Saiya-Jins and you are a weakling, a fool. You should grovel before me!"
"Anyone who is not Aryan is weak! They are scum! Primates." The Aryan replied with a snort.
"No one talks to the prince in such a manner!" Kakarotto snarled, lifting the man one handed and holding him off the ground but for his tip-toes.
The man let out a garbled noise and coughed, waving his arms. Several other Aryans came running, shouting and several fired at the men from point blank range. They laughed, expecting the strange men to fall, only to find out they were still standing and smirking.
"I almost felt that." Kakarotto laughed. Vegita groaned.
"You sound like that fool brother of yours."
"Feh." Kakarotto spat, dropping the now dead Aryan. "They sicken me."
"Help me, please!" A soft voice cried from with in the building.
Kakarotto and Vegita exchanged looks and shrugged. "Why not? It's so fun to dash trust and false hope of stupid people." Vegita smirked.
"I like how you think, my prince." Kakarotto agreed.
The two walked quickly towards the building. Just inside were two inert forms, obviously not conscience. They had probably passed out from the smoke. Vegita lifted up the first, causing her head scarf and wig to fall to the floor. Both Saiya-Jins gasped when they saw her aquamarine hair.
"Do you think that is normal for these beings, my prince?" Kakarotto blinked.
"I don't know." Vegita shrugged. "Get the other one and let's go."
"Hai, Vegita-sama." Kakarotto lifted the other woman into his arms, her head scarf also falling to the floor, allowing her raven locks to flutter about her face.
"Perhaps we will keep these two, Kakarotto. The woman here are rather...delicate." Vegita gave and evil smile.
"Of course, my prince...we wouldn't want any harm to come to them." Kakarotto agreed.
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"Nnn..." Bulma groaned and rubbed her head. "What happened? Where am I?" She rubbed her face. "Where's Chichi?"
"So, you wake." The voice was to deep to be female and the way the person spoke immediately told Bulma that they weren't from her town. In fact, they even sounded rather...educated. Which meant they were Aryan. Automatically, her hand went to her head to make sure her head scarf was in place. It was missing. And so was her wig. She gave a soft gasp and opened her eyes, ready to meet her fate.
Two men with coal black hair sat near a fire, the taller of the two looking at her calmly. Their hair was a mass of spikes, the shorter's sticking up like a candle flame and the tallest's was splayed in several directions.
"I-ah-Where's Chichi?" Bulma gulped. They weren't Aryans, but they still scared her. They was they looked at her, the way they acted. She surpressed a shudder.
"We scare you?" The shorter asked.
"Yes, sir." Bulma whispered.
"At least someone around here is sensible." The taller said.
"Sir?"
"What?"
"What is sen-si-bel?" Bulma asked, cringing. She awaited the slap.
"We are surrounded by morons, Kakarotto." The shorted told the taller. He nodded in agreement.
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Vegita was amazed. How could someone not know their basic language? It was unthinkable. "Sensibility is common sense." He barked. The second woman then stirred, giving a soft sigh.
"What's going on, Bulma?" She asked, sitting up and looking around.
"That is a good question, Chichi. But no one's told me." Bulma scowled. "They jus' keep talking like those stupid Aryans and using words I don't know."
"As I said, you all are morons. I'm Prince Vegita and that's Kakarotto and we saved your asses from burning to death." Vegita crossed his arms. Chichi stared at them both, confused.
"Um, I hate to break in, but what is this Air-e-in you keep talking about?" Kakarotto interrupted.
"It's human." Bulma shrugged.
"You're one of these then?" Vegita looked surprised.
"No, I'm sub-human. Aryans are true human. Blond hair, blue eyed, where are you from? Space?" Chichi snorted.
"Yes, actually. We are Saiya-Jins." Kakarotto smirked.
"Great. I'm stuck with people that think they're from another planet." Bulma muttered under her breath.
"We are from another planet."
"Then why are you here?" Bulma demanded.
"To destroy this pitiful excuse for a mud ball." Vegita snarled. This woman was testing his patience.
"What? You can't-!" Bulma sputtered. "There are people on this planet! The Aryans hired you, didn't they?"
"But...why did you save us?" Chichi asked softly.
"Because we have other things in mind. We'll destroy your spirits and then you!" Vegita cackled.
"Oh, you big...bully!" Bluma slapped his as hard as she could across the face. The men blinked and Vegita grabbed her by the throat.
"Don't touch me again, woman." He growled, showing his teeth.
"I won't, sir." She whispered, looking down in fear. "Just...don't hurt me."
"I could kill you." He hissed, glaring.
"Please, sir...I meant nothing...I beg your forgiveness, sir..." She pleaded.
"Please, Prince Vegita, let go of her...she didn't mean to..." Chichi grasped his arm. "She meant no disrespect, sir...her temper gets the better of her at times..."
"Don't touch me." Vegita snarled.
Kakarotto grabbed Chichi, holding her against him, arms pinned to her sides. "I could do so many things to you." Kakarotto whispered viciously.
"No...please!" Chichi struggled to get free. "I thought-I thought you two would be different than them! Than the Aryans! I thought you wouldn't do such a thing."
"What made you think that?" Kakarotto whispered. His breath was hot on her ear.
"Y-you don't l-look like they do." She whimpered, afraid of what he may do.
"We didn't want attention like that...we were trying only to avoid it..." She had ceased her struggling by this point and was sobbing softly, tears running down her face. "Please...if you do it, at least spare Bulma..."
"Ah, the virgins." Kakarotto nodded.
"You just noticed this?" Vegita rolled his eyes. "And they think we have no honor. Humph." He dropped the blue haired woman to the ground and Kakarotto let go of Chichi. The other woman ran to her friend.
"Are you okay?" She touched Bulma's hand.
"I'll live." Bulma gave a weak smile. "I thought for sure they would...you know."
"Yeah. I guess we're lucky." Chichi gave a watery smile. "But we'll have bruises tomorrow."
"And we'll get whipped too." Bulma said softly. "We missed work."
"Well, that'll be fun." Chichi replied sarcasticlly.
"You are ours. You will not be harmed unless we say." Vegita snorted. "You think we went to all that trouble to simply let you go? I don't think so."
The two shrank back. "Of course, milord. But if we could return home? My father is ill and-." Vegita cut Bulma off.
"Tell us where this is. We will stay there. Our ships were not built for prolonged use like that."
"We
live in the slums of the city. The middle building..." Bulma trailed
off. The two Saiya-Jins lifted them up and took off towards the city as
night fell.
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(A/N) Well, second chapter! Hope you like! Review, plase! Flames are for s'mores!
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