"Do not concern yourself with this. You are me, but I am not you. You complete me but I do not complete you. He does, and for that, I will always despise him."
Drip, drip drip. Footsteps, barely audible, heavy. They echoed in the tunnel. Why was it so damn dark? She could barely see, and her head ached. They had done a good job when they knocked her out. Soon the footsteps drew closer. She sighed and with quite a lot of effort, lifted her weary head. They were back. Drip, drip, drip. They'd put her in a fucking dungeon, and it was leaking! The shackles that held her to the wall laced her wrists with icy confinement. The door swung open and for one glorious second there was light. Then it closed, with a clamorous trembling as it shut tightly. The figure approached, walking ever so slowly. No wait, there were two of them.
"It's here, right next to the new one. I wonder why they've got her way down here, after all, isn't she to be prepared for..."
The door opened again. A bulkier figure, far more muscular, and quite imposing. It took long strides with firm resolve, and did not close the door.
"They are ready to move the prisoner," it proclaimed with a deep guttural voice. "Which one?" The other asked.
Bulma shook her head. Had she heard that correctly? The light from the door had been blinding, but now she could make out things. She already knew what They looked like, but, turning her head to the right, she saw it. That was something new. She screamed.
Drip, drip, drip. The "other" prisoner hung from the wall, only a foot away. What had been a being, of what race she could not tell was now a bloody mass of tissue and bones. The dripping sound had been its life fluid, hitting the floor. The other figure noticed it.
"Oh, I see. It seems there is only one now. IT must have gotten to it."
Bulma did not want to know just who IT was.
The big one turned to her.
"Hmm... she's not in good shape. Unchain her and take her up. She is to be readied." Finally, with strengthened resolve, she uttered:
"Readied for what?"
The big one turned around and contemplated for a moment. His eyes moved over the contours of her body, as if he dissected her, mentally, piece by piece. Suddenly he came out of his trance-like state and turned to the other beings.
"Yes she will do indeed." Then he turned back to her and casually answered, "You, my dear, are to be prepared for Chimera." Then he was gone and the others were unlocking her shackles.
Chimera, she didn't like it. All she wanted right then was to be arguing with Vegeta, that's who she needed. To be with him, anywhere. Where in the hell was he? Why was it that this new name, which she had only just become aware of, horrified her so. What could this thing be? Why was she to be made ready for it? What was this, Chimera?