"By destroying him by yourself what do you hope to accomplish? You must know that by now there will be nothing good to come of this. Allow assistance and forget the past! I beg of you, don't do this alone."
It felt right, so he paused to consider. Yes this was the place, now where were they. Vegeta set himself down on the ground and searched his surroundings. He felt her HERE, but she wasn't. All that surrounded him were trees and... trees. This was fucking insane, why couldn't he see her?
Sometimes, something is so obvious that a person misses it completely. Vegeta was folly to this very thing. Finally after looking all around him, he had only one other direction to look. Up.
"Oh, that's why."
It was quite a big spaceship, and it hovered just below the clouds. Which explained why he hadn't seen it in his flight. The clouds had hidden it. He was actually quite lucky he hadn't flown into the damn thing. So, as any normal person does when they find what they're looking for, they wonder what the hell they'll do with it. Vegeta was at an impasse. The ship could have some type of force field that surrounded it. Or maybe it wasn't even the right ship. All right that idea was just stupid, but he had to consider every possibility. He paced to and fro, thinking about what he would do. Finally he decided and floated up. If there was a force field, he would break it, and if it was the wrong ship, then fuck them for being there in the first place.
Now that he was beside it, he noticed two things: One, being that there was NO force field, and Two being that there was no anything that could be considered as a defense mechanism. The ship just sat in the sky, almost as if it was sleeping. It was huge, and ironically shaped much like the Capsule Corporation space ships, except for the fact that it was far more larger. In fact it was enormous, a monstrosity if you will. He sighed and observed. He had one problem, there was no door. How in the hell would he get in this thing.
It's strange how you get lucky sometimes. Vegeta was teleported into the ship faster then he could blink.
***
"Why do I have to wear this? This is slut wear, and it's COLD!" Bulma wasn't a very willing participant as of late.
"I do apologize human, but we could not find anything suitable in your house. There was a promising outfit but it had to be discarded, not appealing enough." The servant uttered.
Suspense is a wonderful thing, but I do believe by now that the audience should be aware of who They are, and their race, considering Bulma is going to be conversing with them for quite sometime.
The creatures that Bulma first witnessed breaking into her living room were no doubt, aliens. She could tell this from their blue skin and powder white hair. Her first thoughts upon seeing them were that three MALES had come to collect her. She was accurate in this assumption as she was informed later on. There was a distinction between the male and female genders in this race as in humans. The men wore their hair short cropped and spiky, while the females, whom so far had only been the servant, wore their's in long flowing braids. They all wore a single silver-colored hoop earring in their left ears. This alone reminded Bulma of the all too familiar androids. These blue-skinned beings were Effians, and the reader shall learn the rest as Bulma does.
"Well can't I at least be given a blanket? It's pretty damn cold you know!"
"Of course," the servant replied. She exited the room quietly and Bulma looked around. This was a change. First she had been locked away in the dungeon, lurking with IT, whatever the hell that was, and now she was in a penthouse. The room was quite spacious, though the walls were domed. She'd never in her life seen so many pillows. There were sofas and rugs, and the floors and walls were all carpeted in contrasting colors. Bright oranges and soft blues, fuschia, violet, and champagne. The room was practically drenched in color. If Bulma hadn't been placed here against her will, she would have adored it. However, the clothing wasn't too tasteful. Black vinyl. She hated vinyl, it was so... squeechy. It creaked when she moved. She liked leather, that made her feel strong. Vinyl made her feel vulnerable, and so she was. Never had she seen such an outfit, if you could even call such a scant piece an outfit. Skinny straps came down her front, expanding just barely over her nipples and joining at the crotch like a V, with just enough material to cover her lower half. What really infuriated her was that the damn thing was a thong, and she despised thongs more then vinyl. Her hair had been let down and curled, cascading down her back. At this time, she was thanking Dende that she had allowed it to grow so long. It was the only thing that truly covered anything on her. Unfortunately she was still tied up, but this time her chains were of gold, and they had a soft material on the inside that didn't damage her wrists. The two men who had been in the dungeon at the time had laid her out on the green sofa and chained her there accordingly. However, she had enough slack so that she could move around on the couch comfortably. At least they had the decency to allow a female to dress her.
The door slid open and the servant entered once more, carrying a bright blue blanket. She handed it to Bulma who immediately wrapped it around herself.
"Does the human desire anything else?"
"Yeah, let me go." At this the servant looked up with a worried expression.
"I'm afraid I'm not allowed to do that." Bulma rolled her eyes.
"I know that! I was joking! You're the evil capturer person, so you're supposed to understand! I'm supposed to say 'let me go, please!' and then you say, 'Mwahaha, you'd like that wouldn't you human?' You aren't supposed to look at me and APOLOGIZE!! What kind of abduction is this anyway?" With this outburst, the servant looked quite taken aback.
"What is the human asking?" She said after some time of consideration.
"The human's name is Bulma!"
"Oh I see, I was not aware. Would the human wish me to refer to her as that?"
"YES the HUMAN would!"
"Very well Bulma, what is it that you would like to know?"
At this, Bulma smiled. Information, willing information, that's what she really craved.
"Who are you?"
"I am Saliya, your aid." Bulma sat up.
"Where am I?"
Saliya took a seat upon a pillow, realizing there was going to be quite an interrogation.
"You are upon the starship Eckesphere, which is at the time hovering directly above the Earth's crust."
"Why am I here?"
"That I do not know."
"What are you people? Where do you come from?"
"We are Effians from the planet Kurash, in the Fathom 5 galaxy."
"Great, I'm on a Star Trek episode, what do I do now?!" The servant looked at her confused.
"Was that a question?" Bulma sighed.
"No it wasn't. Listen, tell me why you're here."
"We are here for you."
"Why?"
"Because you are perfect." Bulma didn't understand, and Saliya upon seeing her face could tell. "Humans do know of perfection do they not?" Bulma nodded. "Then that is all, you are perfect!"
"How am I perfect? What type of perfection?"
With this question the aid took a moment. Then she finally answered.
"Perfection, truefully, can be many things. It's a purity that many strive for. You have physical perfection, you no doubt are aware of. Flawless skin, no birth marks, moles, freckles. You have no history of acne, or blemishes. You were born with perfect teeth, long eyelashes, hair that never accumulates split-ends or grease. Your pores are impossible to see and your eyes are a perfect blue. Your body is shaped like an hourglass and your proportion is anatomically correct to the very fraction of a millimeter. Tell me Bulma, have you ever been troubled by a cavity, callused hands, bad breath, or even a period that lasted longer then one day?"
She was dumbstruck after hearing all that the woman had to say. In fact her shock was so complete that all she could do was shake her head. She'd never considered, never examined, but it was all too true. She'd just come to except these factors as normal.
"O..k.. so what if my hair doesn't have split ends or I don't fucking sweat a lot! What does that have to do with perfection? A lot of women are just like me!"
"No Bulma, only one woman is just like you, or should I say, young girl. Your daughter. That is the only other being of true perfection on this planet, in the female category that is. There were quite a few potentials of course, such as the human woman ChiChi who was a close second, but none other come even close. Besides, you also have a perfect mind. You're quite brilliant you know, and yes I believe you are aware of that."
"Well yeah," Bulma agreed. "But I never thought of it as... well I mean..."
Saliya gave her a comforting smile, arching her silver lips.
"Do not be ashamed, feel honored. Perfection is a rarity these days. You are one of the elite few." Bulma didn't know what to say, and so she said nothing. After awhile however, her curiosity was once more hungry for information.
"So if I'm the perfect female, who's the perfect male?" The aid considered.
"There are a good many males on this planet who have achieved perfection, some beyond. All of them you know. Vegeta, Goku, Trunks, Gohan, do you need the rest?"
"No," Bulma replied. "I think I understand."
"Anything else?" Saliya offered.
"What's Chimera?" Bulma finally asked. The aid frowned at this question.
"I cannot tell you this now, but you will know what and who Chimera is quite soon enough." Bulma nodded.
"How about your leader, at least tell me who that is."
"Our leader is Galvan Marquish, Lord and Experior."
"Lord and Experior huh? So have I met this Galvan?" Saliya smiled.
"Yes, he was the rather large gentleman who came for you in the lower holds. He's quite taken with you I dare presume." Bulma sighed.
"If Mr. Marquish is so taken with me, then why in hell is he getting me prepared for Chimera?"
"Because Bulma," Saliya said. "Your interests with Chimera are far more greater then his lust. They offer much more then sexual gratification. I'm afraid he must sacrifice his liking for you to the greater cause. It is the Effians he serves, not himself." Bulma lifted an eyebrow.
"Should I be relieved?" The aid blushed, in her own alien way. Light clouds of white lined her cheeks.
"Many, many Effianesses would do anything for a chance to be with his Lordship. He's quite desirable you know." Bulma thought about it. True, he did have a handsome face. Straight white teeth, straight nose, sparkling blue eyes. However, there was the problem with him having blue skin, silver lips and white hair, but she could see how he'd be quite good looking if she was an Effian.
"Do you desire him Saliya?" At this the servant gasped.
"Bulma, please do not ask such things of me," she giggled lightly. Then after some time added. "Who wouldn't." Bulma smiled. Saliya wasn't unattractive. In fact she was quite beautiful. She wore silver boots that cut off just at the knee line and a short silver skirt that hugged her body to the very curve. Effians kept in wonderful shape, so it seemed. Bulma had not yet witnesses an overweight one. She had also noticed a tattoo on Saliya's left arm, near the shoulder. It looked like a crescent moon with a K in the center, and was the size of a silver dollar. It was also silver, much like the rest of Saliya's attire.
"What does that stand for?" She finally asked, indicating the tattoo.
"Oh, this is my social standing. You see, the Effians have a caste system much like the Indians of your Earth. This crescent shape is the symbol for our race, and this figure here is our caste." She said, pointing to the K. "There are five castes, ranked H O D K C. I'm in the K caste, which stands for the Calists, or the upper servants. However, if I someday am bonded to a C caste Effian, then I shall be able to change my symbol."
"Well," Bulma said. "That sounds...great." Saliya smiled.
"I guess it does sound a bit complicated, but..." The door slid open before she could finish and Bulma knew who it was before she turned around.
Galvan Marquish, Lord and Emperior stood regally in the entrance.
"Saliya, have you been good to our guest?" He asked, walking in. Saliya abruptly stood up and bowed her head.
"Yes my Lord, I have been helpful in assisting her to the best of my abilities." Galvan smiled.
"My thanks Calist, be off now." Saliya bowed and exited. Bulma wished she had stayed. The Lord strode up to her couch and bent over, grabbing her chains. With a swift movement, they were broken. "Mrs. Briefs," he said, allowing her to sit up more comfortably. "It is time, Chimera awaits."
Author's notes:
Hello!! Just wanted to answer a few questions. First of all I apologize for the long and boring conversation between Saliya and Bulma, but it will help in the long run.
I was asked about the quotes on top and I do believe that after 4 chapters you should be aware of where I'm getting them from. They're actually quotes from chapters yet to come. Soon enough, you'll find out who's saying what and why. Until then, a bit of foreshadowing never hurt anyone, now did it? Heheh, enjoy the story, eat your broccoli, review, review, and luv to everyone! That is all ~JZero