My Immortal
By: Cabalistic
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Chapter 7Chi Chi and 18 looked through the ruins of the camp. Chi Chi lifted a burnt piece of plank wood, looking under it, said aloud, "You don't think they were taken do you?" There was nothing left, but no sign of Bulma or Vegeta. Goku scratched his head in thought, "Being Vegeta, I think he wouldn't have gone without a fight." He fingered a nearby log, fresh of the enemy's scent. "I don't see any battle marks or any signs of struggle." He turned his intense brown gaze on Chi Chi, "What do you think?" He said kindly, while Chi Chi blushed. "I don't know, Goku." She murmured.
18 stared at each of them then said, "You've met before?" Chi Chi, without taking her gaze off of Goku's face slowly said, "We met each other when the Princess and Prince were engaged." Goku added, "Years ago." Chi Chi nodded and quietly ended the subject.
Kurrin kicked some material that used to be a tent aside. "Do you think they tried to shake us off?" 18 stared at him, blankly. "'Shake us off'?" Kurrin smiled grimly, "You know, tried to get rid of us." "Oh." 18 blinked then smiled, "I don't think that Bulma would have taken that for an answer." Chi Chi laughed, "You got that right. Bulma never let's anyone push her around."
---(Back to the couple)---
"Put me down!" Bulma screamed. Vegeta ignored her cries as he tightened his grip around her waist as he had her slung over his shoulder. He tried to ignore her small fists as they hit his back. "Put me down or-or..." Bulma rapped her mind for some solution. "I'll scream!" "Joy." Vegeta grimaced as he trudged through the thickly grown underbrush. Bulma opened her mouth to piece the highest note her lips would reach but Vegeta's gloved white hand slapped over her mouth, "Do that and I'll make sure you'll never get out of the forest." Vegeta whispered darkly.
Bulma's mouth instantly closed. Vegeta grumbled some curse words under his breath. Then he glared at her, "What? Do you think it's easy to carry someone while trying to walk through this?" He kicked a nearby stump. Bulma muttered, "It would be easier if you just let me walk." Vegeta chuckled, "If I do that then you'll only slow me down, with your complaining and slowness." Bulma pouted but stopped flailing.
It was quiet, with the only sound being the whoosh of the wind and the rustle of the greenery around them. A few birds twittered in the trees but basically all was quiet.
"So..." Bulma began loudly when Vegeta cut in, "Shut up, woman, if you value your life!" He hissed under his breath. She looked shocked, her blue eyes staring in bewilderment at him. He lowered his voice, "We're in enemy's territory. Make another scream and we're done for." He added, "We're in the icejin's territory. Things are going to get cold." Just as he finished, a cold, winter wind blew in and Bulma's teeth chattered. Vegeta seemed unaffected by the change of weather.
They exited the forest and it was snowing in the valley. Up ahead was a mountain, but the clouds around it couldn't let Bulma see the top. A thin layer of ice covered the ground. "You're getting off if you want us to keep balance," Vegeta said in a low, urgent voice as he lowered Bulma to the ground. She put her thin hands on her waist, "I thought we were going to get your immortal life first." He smirked and said, "I thought you didn't trust me."
Bulma opened her mouth to protest but her slip on the ice left her astonished on the ground. Vegeta snickered, "You're very good at balancing aren't you?" As suddenly as the words left his mouth his foot slipped under him and he was left blinking on the ground.
Bulma smirked and said in a smug tone, "I could say the same about you, Veggie." Vegeta didn't answer only grabbed a clump of snow and forming it into a ball within his fists.
"Oh no you don't, Vegeta." Bulma cried as she stood up and backed away. Vegeta stood as well, grinning an evil smirk as he weighed a freshly made snowball. "The brat can live, but a little revenge…" Bulma backed then turned and ran. A snowball, no doubt from Vegeta, pelted her in his target… her face.
"You," She said, bending down to pick up a clump of ice, forming it into a ball, "are so dead." Vegeta laughed, already weighing two snowballs in his hands. "Dividia Lipya," She murmured as the ball divided into two. Vegeta smirked and said, "From what I collect, your aim is horrible."
"Juliqwa." She said, smirking as well, as a red beam of light appeared on Vegeta's forehead. Then she threw it and Vegeta flew off and the ball followed. Vegeta protectively held his hands in front of him but the ball splattered on his face successfully.
"Woman!" He growled, landing on the ground. His hands clenched into fists at either side of him and his face looked like a blur of anger and rage. For a second, Bulma dreaded the fear of hell again.
But suddenly there was nothing. No pain, no revenge, no tearing blood or shrieks coming from her lips, there was nothing. Then she felt something. It felt strange, comforting and… familiar. She gasped.
Vegeta was embracing her. His face into her neck and his arms around her waist; As much as she missed him, she felt uncomfortable of the feeling of his skin against hers again. She felt his presence behind her and could feel him against her. "V-Vegeta…" She stammered.
He made a muffled sound from his lips.
---(Back to Trunks)---
Trunks shivered, pressing himself against the stones behind him. He said in his dry, raspy voice, "What's happening, Goten?" Goten, who was pressed against the bars of the cage said, "I don't know, Trunks."
It had been several hours ago, but the place they were in slammed down. Through the darkness and ice cold, whispers were heard that they were on icejin territory. They would soon been transferred to the dungeons of the icejins instead of the cramped one there.
And yet even though they were nearing their home, the icejins still seemed to be killing everyone, day by day. Every time, it was the same, they would be dragging them off, screaming and shrieking for help and the icejins would be crackling their low laughter from their lips. Trunks detected a trend, they only were killing the older ones, the younger ones would probably be used as slaves. Since they were younger, they would 'last' longer. Now there were down to one last older prisoner.
Suddenly the doors of light and cold air shot through were opened and the icejins were there. They were smirking their snide smirks as they snatched up the last of the older prisoners as he struggled in their grasp, shrieking cries of help as he was carried away.
Goten smiled grimly, "Now we will get some real food for you Trunks." Trunks smiled weakly but couldn't help hearing the prisoner through the wall, the cries for help and mercy suddenly increased then, with a slash of a sword, stopped. Nothing could be heard anymore.
Trunks felt tears in his blue eyes and felt a tear of sapphire sprinkle down his cheek, even though he didn't know who that person was, he felt a deep dread growing within his body that he… was next…
A/N: Cliffhanger for V/B!! HA FOR ALL YA!!
Sorry, yes I know I'm cruel...
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