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A Soldiers Girl
Chapter: 3
Unspoken Passion
The blur of the galaxy before her began to spin, her head becoming unceasingly agile. It was frantic with unknown worry as she rotated towards the ground. His tail latched around the pressure point of her swan like throat. Her fragile flesh burned with agony as he began to apply pressure. His sinister stance made him all the more fearsome before he watched her faze from her conscience state too a bliss of darkness. She grasped for air, begging for it to enter her deprived starving lungs. Tears began to burn a wake down the flesh of her flamed cheeks and those artic hues were locked down tight as her fingers pawed at his tail. Her actions were futile in her efforts to dislodge his hold.
"Where are they Dr. I shall not ask again."
Her eyes shot open in despair. She could not speak; he knew this well then anyone in the thrown room. The man who glanced down at her with a smirk of amusement as his evergreen hues blazed into the back of her mind. His stance was normal to all high ranking men; his arms crossed over his well profiled masculine chest. Her lips trembled as she watched the man's long emerald strands dip into his handsome adorned face. That evil tempting man who'd betrayed her trust far more then any man she'd ever known…all save for one who'd abandoned her all those years back. His grips slightly lessen to allow her, her brief explanation of his Dragon Balls.
"Scattered across the entire world---dead for a thousand years after the wish has been made."
He'd pulled her up to her feet as she was dragged along the ships hallow metallic flooring. Her eyes shot into the crimson blaze of his gaze---those feminism lips curled in distaste as he snarled at her. His razor dentals lashed out towards her as his inner rage began to unfold. His fury was evident; she'd beat him to his number one goal. His wish he'd wanted as long as he could remember. She'd taken away from him in dreams and hopes of achieving immortality.
The small teen shattered to the floor, her long aqua locks disheveled as she grasped at the cool flavoring taste of her blood etched upon her tainted lips. Her eyes began to sparkle with a fresh dew of tears. From pain and sorrow, she'd been cursed wishing her wish---eternal youth---she wasn't thinking she had to wish before that monster did, she had to bluff that the Dragon Balls would take a thousand years to regenerate not the actual year---she'd kept it hidden for so long that not even Prince of Saiyans new about there existence. It was his fault---her eyes blazed up into Zarbons her fury of hate and distrust evident as she watched him turn his long well framed back to her.
"Take her away."
That was his only order---and she found herself in a cell. An empty cold solid cell---many of you may compare it to that of earth. Earth was no more; nor was the Dragon Balls. For in frieze's fury he'd demolished her planet with the thrust of one finger aglow with the power of a death strike. Her cell was foreign a box if you will. No caged bars to sound but the faint humming sound of the ship. She gripped her legs drawing them up to her chest to keep her warm. There was no bed, no rag to draw up, because she was truly alone.
She'd forgotten much about Vegeta---she'd only remembered the pain and hate she'd held towards him. She was a child again---with the youth of a seventeen-year old, cursed with the mind of a thirty-year old. She was young and alive but she felt as if she'd made the wrong wish. What had she been thinking? The genius had failed; now she had no idea where her future would lead her to…or when she'd be able to see light again…the darkness was so very empty.
"If you will milord I'll take the women under my custody."
"Oh you would Zarbon."
His eyes drew up at his lord as he only bowed to his insinuation of his disloyalty. His lips drew up sensually as he placed at hand over his chest as if he were about to speak his Lord overdrew his words much like he'd choked them out of the young women known as Bulma Briefs.
"You may do as you please; remember though who you're over Lord is Zarbon."
He drew only a few strides closer to his Master Lord; His hands where clenching and unclenching at the uneasiness he felt at those words. Frezia's tail drew up and dipped around the well framed thighs of Zarbon. The jagged point of his tail tickling the sensitive flesh of Zarbons lower sacs, allowing a very surprised man gasp in fear. He was tossed like a rag to the floor as Freiza drew over him a sinister grasp daggled on his lips.
"You treasure those much---I'd hate to have to fix the problem once and for all."
"No milord I'd never---"
"She is bate Zarbon. Remember that, you may take her under you care but you are not to touch her. Am I clear?"
"Perfectly."
"Good."
"Milord,"
A man rushed into the secluded sitting room of the Princes chamber. A room that was to be disturbed under no circumstance; the small servant could see the distaste drawn on his face a deep frown of hatred edging to insanity at being disturbed at one of his most personal alone times that was---unless.
"Earth has been destroyed my Prince. Frieza destroyed it about 3 hours ago sense are communication when down with our Elites."
Vegeta's eyes drew up in shock. He'd had a few of his best there---damn that lizard was all he could think as she slammed his fist down on the table crushing the rich wood that encased its sturdy frame.
"What about the War Hawk."
"Everything is gone---the plans the papers, the blue prints. Dr. Briefs and his daughter are gone as well, and the technology with them."
Vegeta snarled in distaste as he drew up---his long crimson cape drew with him…his lean yet very well formed body encased in the white-golden armor of his people. The solid gold shoulder blades armor dazzled under the emeses light of the room as he drew up his lean lower half exposed to a suit meant to tolerate the toughest of fights---a spandex type material that was meant to withstand Ki blast and his own training. Yes at that moment the Prince looked like a sparkling God of Fury. His onyx hair began to flame with immense anger as he glanced at the servant.
"Leave me."
The man bowed and exited just as fast as he had entered. His little legs pebbling with speed of fear. Vegeta was furious at his technology being disposed of. His allies destroyed but most of all his War Hawk. He'd forgotten all about the women he'd loved long ago. For he had told him self many times over that it was simply lust---and her inferior race was incapable of maintaining a Master like himself or his race. She was most likely dad of old age or decrepit beyond belief.
Much like his wife---everyone he'd come to know died. Vendetta; dieing during her pregnancy and now his technology dieing in the hands of the murdering self loathing bastared who'd taken away years of his childhood away, for his father King Vegeta had forced him to school and learn amongst the earthlings and other alien races alike. How he hated the death of his mother being plagued day in and day night as a child remembering Freiza's entrance into his fathers Throne room---how he made an example to all the Saiyans who the superior race was. It was time to turn the tables around…once and for all. Revenge was his.
Authors notes: Sorry for the slow update I've had tons of things to do with the army and blah blah blah they do a lot of that and less doing the closed mouth thing. So here it is…chapter three. Tell me what you think.
