Captivity and Deprivation:

Chapter 2: Changes

"I do have a choice!" Vegeta's voice rang out into the halls and into the other rooms beyond. He glared at the man in the white jacket in front of him, warning him of the future danger the man may be getting into. "I do have a choice! And there is nothing that you can do about that!"

Bulma heard the voice from down the hall, and her curiosity peaked. Not being chained or locked in a room, Bulma looked around and saw that no one was watching her too closely…perhaps she could sneak away. And perhaps she could help the person whose voice she had heard. And besides, if she was some sort of super human, perhaps she could be of help.

She walked to the door, peering out the tinted window to what was on the other side. No one was there. She turned the handle and stepped into the hall. No one could be seen. She listened again, and still heard that voice, screaming, now as if in agony. It was coming from the left.

Stalking down the halls, silent footfalls moving ever closer to the sound she continued on. Then she heard the voice again, another scream. She rounded another corner and came to a door and saw the man in the white coat standing above another man, bloodied and bruised. 'What's happening in this place?' She opened the door and the man in the white coat took a step forward…

"Why hello Bulma…" he said her name as if expecting her, knowing her every move, and then again, perhaps he did… "It is so nice of you to show up here."

"I suppose so…" Bulma growled low in her throat, a feral sound, shocking herself. "But perhaps it is not such a good thing for you Dr. Bradley." Bulma smiled a sadistic grin now plastered on her face. "Was I interrupting something?"

He was momentarily shaken at her knowledge of his name, but that was not a problem, she had probably heard one of his men speaking with him. "Nothing that can not be continued later. So please, feel free to do what you like."

Vegeta lay motionless upon the table, blood poured into his eyes, temporarily blinding him from the oncoming onslaught. He had a sense as to what was going to happen, and that was all the hope he needed.

"Perhaps I shall..." Her voice was like ice, and it sent a chill down the spine of all who heard it. Slowly she walked forward, eyes blazing sapphire, glaring into the eyes of a pitiful man that believed himself to be a god. "How much pain you have caused. Taking me here, changing me!" Slowly she began to change, she could feel white hot heat coursing throughout her, and she felt no fear, "Perhaps your creation will be your biggest downfall. For I swear I will be the one who has the pleasure of killing you." Again a grin began to pull at the corners of her mouth, and then she laughed.

Dr. Bradley could see no other chance, so he moved towards the door, and ran. The door closed and bolted after him. Bulma didn't care. She would have him, someday…Now she just wanted to leave. And yet, there was a power within her that craved release. She turned and eyed the man lying nude upon the steel table, and something turned within her. 'No!' She mentally pulled back. 'So this is what he has done to me…'

"Do the metal bonds hurt you?" No response. "You the strong silent type?" She was trying to lighten the mood, and smirked at him. But still there was no reaction, other then his onyx eyes carefully watching her every move. "What is your name?" She gazed into his eyes when there was no answer. She was amazed at what she had seen there, not fear, nor anger, as she would expect. But there was sorrow there, and pain. As if something had truly hurt him, and he knew not why. Her heart reached out to him unsure if she would get a reaction, but she had felt him. It was for a brief moment, but it was still there. And in that moment there was something more to him, and something that she now understood. She touched his cheek, and he shied away from her hand, unsure of the gesture and its meaning. She touched him again, this time pulling his eyes to hers. No words were necessary, but one gesture she thought was. She bent down, and she kissed him. Gently brushing her lips against his, but that was enough. He looked at her, his onyx depths shown as to what they had once been, he had regained some of his pride. Hope once again touched him, and not all was lost.

I posted chapter 2, after such a long time. So please review for me.