Hi everyone!!!! Thanx bunches for the reviews!!! Anywho, here is chapter
two of Help No More. Could anyone guess whom the children where in chapter
one? I think I gave a good hint with the dark eyes and blue hair^.^ Please
review! Maybe even give a few things you would like to see happen to the
couple!
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Chapter Two
The figure slapped a hard bristled brush on the soaking floor and scrubbed back and forth over the hard cobblestone courtyard.
Her back moved into unnatural angles, stretching the flower printed dress to tighten across her. The blue wrap on her head held her hair inside, away from the starchy, cold water periodically flung at her from behind.
One wisp of bright cerulean silk floated down across her forehead, and was brushed impatiently away every other thrust.
The woman worked quick, flying across the floor in practice.
A thunderous pounding began at the other side of the court, and startled the woman out of her focus.
A band of three large brutish men, smashed with drink, made their way over to her gradually, covering the fresh stones with dirt.
They were abnormally heavy, with mass quantities of muscle and fat covering their bodies. Black hair poked out wildly in many places.
The weirdest object on their person was the thick, furry tail waving madly around them. The tails that indicated their true race, saiyajin.
The group stopped as they reached the small slave woman kneeling before them. The one in the middle, generally the largest of the three, took a few shuffling steps ahead of the others, and crouched down low beside her.
The petite woman stayed bent on the ground, wishing with all her existence that the man where elsewhere.
"Yer l..l..litoww swlluttt," He stammered drunkenly into her ears. The smell of ale blew form his breath and choked her.
She remained as she was, head facing the ground, soundless.
Be coming livid, the saiyajin reached out one particularly large hand and grabbed her by her head, dragging her face up towards him.
"Lootle bi..bitch bein' cheeky now, huuuh?" He snickered in drunken amusement then turn to his companions, who in turn responded in loud guffaws.
She steadily controlled her facial expression, trying not to convey any feelings to the massive brutes now controlling her body.
He wrenched the kerchief off her head, and watched as the mass of cerulean hair fell from her head to her waist, and surrounded her face completely.
The beast dropped her suddenly, and listened as her knees slapped the ground with a sickening crunch.
She curled her self into a tight ball fast as she could, ignoring the shocking pain from her legs. Her hair tumbled gracefully down and encased her body beneath a curtain of blue.
He reached down with two hammy fists and pulled her back up to face level by her hair, then shook her wildly.
Her arms and legs were flung around like rubber, and she was certain she heard bones breaking.
The other two laughed manically, and one stepped forward to take his turn.
He pulled back one fist and swung it cruelly across her face, knocking her out of the first's hands, leaving him with a handful of broken hairs.
Large, blue tears welled up in her azure eyes, and began making their way down her cheeks.
She lied still on the ground, sobbing, when she noticed hazily that one moved, then she felt immense pains in her arm, as he had just stepped on her forearm.
She listened as the bones slowly broke and cracked beneath his weight.
The biggest saiyajin hunkered down to her level and blew in her face, causing her breath to still.
Using both hands, he grabbed a hold of her collar and pulled down her top, causing the thin material to rip and tear to shreds.
Slowly the sides uncurled and left for the men a perfect view of her small pale breast.
With one callused finger he rubbed her nipple, causing the tip to harden against her will.
She couldn't repress her shudder, and he slapped her hard a few times to be sure of her compliance.
Her body was still, her chaste eyes glazed over, and a thin line of spittle was beginning to run down her cheek.
In a hunger only known by saiyajins, he jerked the rest of her dress of her body and flung it over his head, then took one small breast in his filthy mouth and sucked greedily.
The others licked their chops, waiting impatiently for their own turn with the fragile morsel.
Just as his fingers reached the moist entrance, a presence became known from behind, and stilled the monkey immediately.
He dropped his snack and turned to face the presence, the look of insatiable hunger still in his black eyes.
The three bowed low to the small man before them.
He was short compared to the rest of his race; the only real height on his person was the flame of hair rising from the angular face.
His eyes were dark, not only black, but hidden, hiding behind the cold, sinister look he placed upon the world he deemed unworthy.
He was their prince, Prince Vegeta of Vegetasei, ruler of the saiyajin world.
The three before him were third class warriors, barely worth his time punishing. But appearances must be made, and no one would beat and murder his own slaves, especially without his permission.
"Explain your self," The small man pronounced, the venom in his soul expressing itself through his words.
"S..s..sire. We..we were just having a little f..fun." He stammered, his voice conveying his fright of the small man before him.
He barely spared a deadly glance at the man before he lifted one finger to him, and sent a lethal beam at his shoulder.
The giant saiyajin let out a scream of pain impossible for any other to reach, and the others watched as his body began to disintegrate from the point at which his beam hit the man.
He glared at the others, who both winced in fright.
Slowly, he sauntered over to the bloodied woman's body, and turned her to her back.
He sat motionless and studied her. Her left breast was red, and had the start of a bite the man had obviously begun around her areola. The right arm was broken halfway down her femur to her thin little wrists; few fingers had been damaged. Her legs were smashed from her plummet to the ground. Her plumb bottom lip was split and bleeding, as was a cut on her cheek, covering a large, and evidently severe bruise.
Her whole body was covered in fingerprints, marks of rough handling.
Against his knowledge one hand reached out and touched softly the cerulean hair delicately sprawled around her slim form. It was softer than silk, almost as soft as his touch. But some hair surrounded them, broken from the saiyajin's grip on her.
Suddenly the prince was brought from his reverie due to the slight cough from the man behind him.
He stood and swung around, causing the men to shudder impulsively.
"If you do not wish to die a death more painful than the life she lives, be gone this instant." He shot a warning beam at the men, but it lacked precision, and the two were already on their way out of sight.
Almost reluctantly he turned back to the broken body before him.
Stooping low, he lifted her small weight, and cradled her close to his chest.
He gently pushed off two feet above the ground so as not to jar the fragile package in his arms, and floated slowly to the healing chamber in hopes that is where her life might be spared.
~~~~~
She awoke groggily, noticing the foul taste of liquid on her tongue and in her nose.
Any amount of motion extracted a moan from the battered woman.
Sudden realization shocked the woman and her eyes popped open as fast as they could in the thick solution holding her in place.
The worldview seemed green to her then, until she noticed she was trapped in dense liquid, all held in a thin tube. Covering her mouth and nose, and slowly sending airous fluid in her lungs, was a mouthpiece whose sole purpose was to keep her breathing.
She had seen these crazy machines many times when she was walking through the healing hall to collect dirty towels and other menial tasks set about her by her owners, but this was the first time she was actually so close to one, and definitely the first time she has been in one.
She looked over her body and noticed broken skin covering her arms and legs. They almost felt like they had been broken.
She kicked her feet about in the solution thinking once again her childish fantasy of being able to breathe under water.
Her hair billowed around her and covered her feminine parts, when she suddenly noticed that she was completely naked.
She flushed dark and looked around the room for any people. A flush of relief crossed her face as she saw no one was there at the moment.
Unexpectedly, the fluid running through her air passages became much thicker, and slowly she began to fall asleep, a deep, intense sleep, that took all sense from the thin woman, and sent it flying out the window.
~~~~~
The dark prince stood solid as a brick wall, motionless, and silent.
He was leaning against the wall by the slave's vessel, and watched as she awoke and looked around.
He knew the look on her face at her surroundings, and at the marks on her body. It was all wonder at why she was here, why the strange cuts and bruises were covering her body.
'She is so pretty,' but as soon as he realized what was in his mind, he shook his head violently to dispel the thought process from his mind.
But he couldn't remove the slim figure. Her delicately wrought face, smooth, soft skin, and her hair. That hair, 'It's perfect, soft as silk. Such wavy, long, rich silk.'
He ran one work-broken hand to his face, and ran it through his own hair, wishing it were hers he was touching.
Suddenly he noticed that her slender frame had stopped her silly antics of joy, and had fallen still.
Looking closer at her face with his saiyajin vision, her noticed that her features had paled with the after affect of too much sleeping potion. Damn those physicians who thought they knew what was best for her.
But his last thought before returning to training wasn't, how to relieve him of those damn physicians, but how beautiful she happened to be, in life and dulled by sleep.
~~~~~
He was a shadow; only the darkness could see him. He wasn't even real, barely there. One knew his existence, but only tried to hide the dark boy.
The boy stood, concealed behind the light, watching. He was small, ignored by all. For they couldn't see him, even if they wanted.
He was quiet, immobile. His thin face was smooth, frozen, staring ahead at the woman before him. He watched as her beautiful blue hair swirled around her graceful body, covering every inch in her sleep.
The thick solution around her turned her skin lightly green. But he could remember her as she was before the cuts and bruises traversed her body in slight crossing motions.
Suddenly he felt faint, his head light. The illumination of the room began to flow through him, showing him to the one who knew him. He had to hide.
~~~~~
Vegeta felt a pain in his head, slowly covering his entire body, almost as if he was regaining a part of himself.
But then, he was. He knew about the little part of himself that would indulge in simple feelings, things he had no use for.
A sudden throbbing ripped his heart, and he clutched his chest. His body collapsed, and he landed on his hands and knees.
His soul felt in two, but with her, he would feel as one.
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Chapter Two
The figure slapped a hard bristled brush on the soaking floor and scrubbed back and forth over the hard cobblestone courtyard.
Her back moved into unnatural angles, stretching the flower printed dress to tighten across her. The blue wrap on her head held her hair inside, away from the starchy, cold water periodically flung at her from behind.
One wisp of bright cerulean silk floated down across her forehead, and was brushed impatiently away every other thrust.
The woman worked quick, flying across the floor in practice.
A thunderous pounding began at the other side of the court, and startled the woman out of her focus.
A band of three large brutish men, smashed with drink, made their way over to her gradually, covering the fresh stones with dirt.
They were abnormally heavy, with mass quantities of muscle and fat covering their bodies. Black hair poked out wildly in many places.
The weirdest object on their person was the thick, furry tail waving madly around them. The tails that indicated their true race, saiyajin.
The group stopped as they reached the small slave woman kneeling before them. The one in the middle, generally the largest of the three, took a few shuffling steps ahead of the others, and crouched down low beside her.
The petite woman stayed bent on the ground, wishing with all her existence that the man where elsewhere.
"Yer l..l..litoww swlluttt," He stammered drunkenly into her ears. The smell of ale blew form his breath and choked her.
She remained as she was, head facing the ground, soundless.
Be coming livid, the saiyajin reached out one particularly large hand and grabbed her by her head, dragging her face up towards him.
"Lootle bi..bitch bein' cheeky now, huuuh?" He snickered in drunken amusement then turn to his companions, who in turn responded in loud guffaws.
She steadily controlled her facial expression, trying not to convey any feelings to the massive brutes now controlling her body.
He wrenched the kerchief off her head, and watched as the mass of cerulean hair fell from her head to her waist, and surrounded her face completely.
The beast dropped her suddenly, and listened as her knees slapped the ground with a sickening crunch.
She curled her self into a tight ball fast as she could, ignoring the shocking pain from her legs. Her hair tumbled gracefully down and encased her body beneath a curtain of blue.
He reached down with two hammy fists and pulled her back up to face level by her hair, then shook her wildly.
Her arms and legs were flung around like rubber, and she was certain she heard bones breaking.
The other two laughed manically, and one stepped forward to take his turn.
He pulled back one fist and swung it cruelly across her face, knocking her out of the first's hands, leaving him with a handful of broken hairs.
Large, blue tears welled up in her azure eyes, and began making their way down her cheeks.
She lied still on the ground, sobbing, when she noticed hazily that one moved, then she felt immense pains in her arm, as he had just stepped on her forearm.
She listened as the bones slowly broke and cracked beneath his weight.
The biggest saiyajin hunkered down to her level and blew in her face, causing her breath to still.
Using both hands, he grabbed a hold of her collar and pulled down her top, causing the thin material to rip and tear to shreds.
Slowly the sides uncurled and left for the men a perfect view of her small pale breast.
With one callused finger he rubbed her nipple, causing the tip to harden against her will.
She couldn't repress her shudder, and he slapped her hard a few times to be sure of her compliance.
Her body was still, her chaste eyes glazed over, and a thin line of spittle was beginning to run down her cheek.
In a hunger only known by saiyajins, he jerked the rest of her dress of her body and flung it over his head, then took one small breast in his filthy mouth and sucked greedily.
The others licked their chops, waiting impatiently for their own turn with the fragile morsel.
Just as his fingers reached the moist entrance, a presence became known from behind, and stilled the monkey immediately.
He dropped his snack and turned to face the presence, the look of insatiable hunger still in his black eyes.
The three bowed low to the small man before them.
He was short compared to the rest of his race; the only real height on his person was the flame of hair rising from the angular face.
His eyes were dark, not only black, but hidden, hiding behind the cold, sinister look he placed upon the world he deemed unworthy.
He was their prince, Prince Vegeta of Vegetasei, ruler of the saiyajin world.
The three before him were third class warriors, barely worth his time punishing. But appearances must be made, and no one would beat and murder his own slaves, especially without his permission.
"Explain your self," The small man pronounced, the venom in his soul expressing itself through his words.
"S..s..sire. We..we were just having a little f..fun." He stammered, his voice conveying his fright of the small man before him.
He barely spared a deadly glance at the man before he lifted one finger to him, and sent a lethal beam at his shoulder.
The giant saiyajin let out a scream of pain impossible for any other to reach, and the others watched as his body began to disintegrate from the point at which his beam hit the man.
He glared at the others, who both winced in fright.
Slowly, he sauntered over to the bloodied woman's body, and turned her to her back.
He sat motionless and studied her. Her left breast was red, and had the start of a bite the man had obviously begun around her areola. The right arm was broken halfway down her femur to her thin little wrists; few fingers had been damaged. Her legs were smashed from her plummet to the ground. Her plumb bottom lip was split and bleeding, as was a cut on her cheek, covering a large, and evidently severe bruise.
Her whole body was covered in fingerprints, marks of rough handling.
Against his knowledge one hand reached out and touched softly the cerulean hair delicately sprawled around her slim form. It was softer than silk, almost as soft as his touch. But some hair surrounded them, broken from the saiyajin's grip on her.
Suddenly the prince was brought from his reverie due to the slight cough from the man behind him.
He stood and swung around, causing the men to shudder impulsively.
"If you do not wish to die a death more painful than the life she lives, be gone this instant." He shot a warning beam at the men, but it lacked precision, and the two were already on their way out of sight.
Almost reluctantly he turned back to the broken body before him.
Stooping low, he lifted her small weight, and cradled her close to his chest.
He gently pushed off two feet above the ground so as not to jar the fragile package in his arms, and floated slowly to the healing chamber in hopes that is where her life might be spared.
~~~~~
She awoke groggily, noticing the foul taste of liquid on her tongue and in her nose.
Any amount of motion extracted a moan from the battered woman.
Sudden realization shocked the woman and her eyes popped open as fast as they could in the thick solution holding her in place.
The worldview seemed green to her then, until she noticed she was trapped in dense liquid, all held in a thin tube. Covering her mouth and nose, and slowly sending airous fluid in her lungs, was a mouthpiece whose sole purpose was to keep her breathing.
She had seen these crazy machines many times when she was walking through the healing hall to collect dirty towels and other menial tasks set about her by her owners, but this was the first time she was actually so close to one, and definitely the first time she has been in one.
She looked over her body and noticed broken skin covering her arms and legs. They almost felt like they had been broken.
She kicked her feet about in the solution thinking once again her childish fantasy of being able to breathe under water.
Her hair billowed around her and covered her feminine parts, when she suddenly noticed that she was completely naked.
She flushed dark and looked around the room for any people. A flush of relief crossed her face as she saw no one was there at the moment.
Unexpectedly, the fluid running through her air passages became much thicker, and slowly she began to fall asleep, a deep, intense sleep, that took all sense from the thin woman, and sent it flying out the window.
~~~~~
The dark prince stood solid as a brick wall, motionless, and silent.
He was leaning against the wall by the slave's vessel, and watched as she awoke and looked around.
He knew the look on her face at her surroundings, and at the marks on her body. It was all wonder at why she was here, why the strange cuts and bruises were covering her body.
'She is so pretty,' but as soon as he realized what was in his mind, he shook his head violently to dispel the thought process from his mind.
But he couldn't remove the slim figure. Her delicately wrought face, smooth, soft skin, and her hair. That hair, 'It's perfect, soft as silk. Such wavy, long, rich silk.'
He ran one work-broken hand to his face, and ran it through his own hair, wishing it were hers he was touching.
Suddenly he noticed that her slender frame had stopped her silly antics of joy, and had fallen still.
Looking closer at her face with his saiyajin vision, her noticed that her features had paled with the after affect of too much sleeping potion. Damn those physicians who thought they knew what was best for her.
But his last thought before returning to training wasn't, how to relieve him of those damn physicians, but how beautiful she happened to be, in life and dulled by sleep.
~~~~~
He was a shadow; only the darkness could see him. He wasn't even real, barely there. One knew his existence, but only tried to hide the dark boy.
The boy stood, concealed behind the light, watching. He was small, ignored by all. For they couldn't see him, even if they wanted.
He was quiet, immobile. His thin face was smooth, frozen, staring ahead at the woman before him. He watched as her beautiful blue hair swirled around her graceful body, covering every inch in her sleep.
The thick solution around her turned her skin lightly green. But he could remember her as she was before the cuts and bruises traversed her body in slight crossing motions.
Suddenly he felt faint, his head light. The illumination of the room began to flow through him, showing him to the one who knew him. He had to hide.
~~~~~
Vegeta felt a pain in his head, slowly covering his entire body, almost as if he was regaining a part of himself.
But then, he was. He knew about the little part of himself that would indulge in simple feelings, things he had no use for.
A sudden throbbing ripped his heart, and he clutched his chest. His body collapsed, and he landed on his hands and knees.
His soul felt in two, but with her, he would feel as one.