-1Eyes Of Water

Chapter 2

The Journey

By

Bulma

"Stop struggling!" growled the angry man as he rearranged the way he was holding her so he could get a better grip on the upset child. "I want my Momma! Take me back to my Momma!" Bulma cried, kicked, attacked, and even attempted to the bite the man to get away. "That's it's! I have had just about enough of you!" he cried angrily. They had just arrived at a platform for a cargo vehicle to carry slaves to Vegeta-sei's Royal City to begin work. Bulma was putting up a fight like no other. The man was getting really annoyed with her. He clamped his enormous hand over her mouth. "If you dare to scream or bite me even once, I will drop you, you lil' bitch!" he hissed angrily.

Bulma could only whimper in pain and she tried her best not to cry. "Ah, now that is better. Now stay good and quiet and I will make this very easy for you." Bulma, in fear, could only wait for what her fate would bring her to now. She closed her eyes and prayed that wherever she was to be lead to, it would be over with soon. Bulma knew what Saiyans were capable of and she hated the fact that she was taken from her home. The Saiyan entered the ship as another Saiyan came around the corner and looked pleased to see the other Saiyan. "Nappa, how many have we captured?" asked the Saiyan. He was tall, but not as tall or heavy set muscle big as the one Saiyan called "Nappa" and had calf length hair. They had a similar trait of dark eyes, almost obsidian black, very muscular and well toned, and they had tails.

"About 5000 so far. This one counts as the lasts for the new slaves for Vegeta-sei's city." Nappa reported. The other man looked upon the girl and smiled almost kindly. "What interesting eyes she has. She'll make a fine concubine if she stays like that and fun to break as well. I can see how angry and scared she is. Perfect." Bulma shivered, she had no inkling of an idea of what a concubine was or the obsessed interests these Saiyans had with her eyes.

"I want my Momma! Where is she!" Bulma cried out as Nappa was too careless and loosened his hand that covered her mouth. "Oh for Kami's sake! Not again you lil' shit! She has been doing this the whole trip!" Nappa groaned. "I got her, you go ahead and proceed with the plan." the other Saiyan told Nappa. "Owe you one Rattiz." Nappa told him gratefully. Rattiz roughly grabbed Bulma from Nappy by the arm and began to pull her along with him deeper inside the carrier vehicle.

Bulma continued to cry as she now felt so weak to keep struggling. "Stop your sniveling you lil' worm! Get used to your new life!" Rattiz roughly yelled at her. They came upon hallways of doors, muffled cried could be heard within them. Each door had labeling chart of how many were in the cells and what age and speices they were. However, Bulma could not understand or read the labels as she could not read Saiyan, so it all looked like a bunch of symbols she did not understand. This slowed her pace as she tried to look and read, this infuriated Rattiz and he pulled her more so roughly as he quickly read each chart.

Finally, he found one that appealed to him and threw open the door. It was a small cubical like room, almost about the size of a small walk in closet, with 2 cots and bare metal walls to match the metal door. There were no windows, no ventilation, and it was cold. A small girl about Bulma's age sat up from one of the cots and looked at them. "Here! Keep her quiet! I don't' want to hear anymore from her whining!" Rattiz threw Bulma and she fell. She had gotten back up as if she was fine and didn't hurt from the fall and threw herself back upon Rattiz. "Where is my Momma! Tell Daddy I'm sorry! Please take me back to them! Please! I promise I'll be a good girl!" Bulma begged. This only earned her a slap across the face. "Shut the hell up! If anything, your "Daddy" sold you to us and your "Mommy" is all ready dead! So shut the hell up you ingrate!" Rattiz sneered amused at her and slammed the door shut. An ugly bruise appeared on the girl's cheek and banged on the door. "I WANT MY MOMMA! I WANT MY MOMMA!" "Shut up! He'll hear you and come in here and hurt us both!" cried the girl.

The girl rushed up and pulled Bulma from the door and put her on the ground. Bulma banged upon the ground with her angry clenched fists as she screamed and sobbed through her tears. The girl tried to calm her and put her hands over Bulma's pounding ones to make the noise stop. Bulma only whimpered now and sobbed. "It's best you forget everything up until now; it only makes it harder on yourself if you don't." The girl tried to sooth Bulma. "I want my Momma…" Bulma only managed to whimper out. "You Mother sold you to the Saiyans and pretty soon we are to leave for a world much worse than where we came from and become scum to the Saiyans. Please forget about your family. To them, you are nothing but garbage; even worse, dead."

"No! Momma wouldn't sell me! Momma loves me! She always told me she did! Did I do something wrong? Why! Why have I been taken from my home!" "Because you were sold. I'm sorry to say; but please don't scream anymore. That man will come back and hurt us both if he hears you." the girl tried to persuade Bulma. Bulma sat up with tear strained cheeks running down her face. But her eyes shown the most sadness of all.

The girl stared at Bulma mesmerized by her eyes. "wow, you have such pretty eyes…like water…" "I-I'm B-Bulma Briefs…" Bulma sobbed softly as she tried to regain herself. "Andrea Smith. I was stolen from my home; but others are usually sold. Now come on and rest. We need to sleep. I hear that when we arrive in the Royal City we are to work hard lives as slaves until our last breath. So just rest the girl named Andrea told her.

Bulma shook her head no. "I-I can't…" "You must." the girl told her. Andrea helped Bulma up from off the ground and put her in the separate cot than her own. She helped to tuck in the girl. "Why are you doing this?" "Because no one did this for me…now sleep." Andrea told her and softly began to sing a song her Mother once sang to her.

-1 Weeks Later!-

Bulma had come to find the other girl was from a village not far from hers, if they would have stayed where they were they would have gone to the same school together and possibly friends; but that would never happen now. Bulma also found out that Andrea was 9, one year less than her senior. Out of this time of pain they had developed a fond friendship; but a dark shadow loomed over them like storms clouds rushing on a beautiful clear day. They knew that they would have to leave each other and be separated once they reached the Royal City; as Bulma came to find their destination.

Bulma may have had the pretty eyes and somewhat petite body of a 10 year old, but Andrea was very pretty with long honey blond back length hair, flowing down her back like find thick silk. She also had a somewhat toned body as you could tell she took some type of training in the martial arts. Bulma admired her for her beauty; each characteristic much more prettier than her own. Which is to say that Bulma was not pretty in her own cleaver, mysterious way. Between the two it was hard to pick which one was more fairer than the other. They both had such an air about them; much like ying and yang. During the week the two reached out for one another in grief, loss, and betrayal from the lives that had taken a turn for the worse. That is when they both made a promise, if separated, they would find each other again and escape when the time came.

-Day 8-

Bulma could not forget that morning. Bulma and Andrea were brought to a group over 2,000 children in various rankings. All were waiting their turns to be placed into what jobs or slavery they would undergo for the rest of their lives. Each group was separated Male or Female. Within in the respected groups, they would separate once again by age. Those who were younger than 2 were taken to a room to be slaughtered. The Saiyans saw now need or use for them and so they would destroy the infants in such a way that not even a shred of evidence of their existence was left behind.

The ages of 3-6 were mostly put as "Helper aids" and later in life would be the help around the lower class Saiyans in their homes. As helper aids they would be assigned to one of the help around the lower class. They were to help them clean and learn their part. The ages of 7-14 were to have several choices since them being so young the could develop into anything. They would be the help for the upper class Saiyans and possibly the Royal Family's help, they could be the entertainers and entertain at parties and even the Royal Family, or they could be concubines in training; for one day they would take on the being a concubine for the Saiyans.

Bulma and Andrea were put in the same group of ages and they were thrown into a group of 150 girls. They stood in lines awaiting to enter a room of which there were 5 of them. What laid beyond those doors and in those rooms would be their fate. Bulma was simply in words terrified. Andrea, though scared as she was, did not let that show upon her features. Bulma could tell that she was however from a wrinkle on her brow. They made the children come in groups of the next 4 enter the rooms. Pretty soon it was their turn. Bulma entered with Andrea and 2 other girls. One was a bit on the heavy set and the other, was not plain, but certainly not the prettiest and boasted on how much she had to offer anyone.

They entered the room and there stood what to be an irritable woman. She made them stand in a straight line and examined each and every one of them. She would pull each one forward and circle them. She would examine their faces, the body, their hands, their hair, their feet, their legs. She would make them speak their names, sing a lil, ask them 3 questions of various topics, and then she would start all over with the next one in line. There was one light in the room and so when the girls stepped forward they would set into the light and make some sort of impression, weathered it be ugly or angelic. Upon reaching Bulma, she looked her over and when Bulma peered into the light, her eyes grew a mystical color that none the likes this woman has ever seen. "Too much water! Not good, you have too much water in your personality" the woman commented. She didn't say much about the matter after that and followed procedure on the girl.

After that she moved along. She, then, went over Andrea and was very impressed from what she saw. "You will do fine. Yes…" she stepped back and looked them all over once more. "You 2 follows me." she said to the heavy set girl and the one who was boastful." The two girls stepped forward. To the heavy set she told her she would be the hired help and to the boastful she would be the concubine in training. Then without so much as a word she lead them out. Both sobbing and terribly afraid of what their lives would be. Bulma huddled close to Andrea afraid. "It's all right. Remember the promise." Andrea told her to soothe her friend. Bulma nodded and at that moment the woman appeared to them once more. "You both are going to be entertainers, follow me." With that said she lead them out another door and they followed closely behind.

Bulma looked uneasy at Andrea the whole time as they followed the woman. They came outside the building and into the light. Bulma had to shield her eyes from the intensity. There was a fence and within it was 25 girls. A man stood on a platform and was taking what seemed to be bidders for girls. The woman told him that he had 2 more and he looked at them. He could not resist. He plucked them up onto the platform from the woman as she stood back and walked in. Bulma gazed at Andrea afraid, but Andrea had a set on expression, blank and desolate. Bulma noticed Saiyans prodding and plucking at the girls to see which ones were the best. Bulma was receiving everyone's eye and she knew that this very well be the last moment Andrea and her would share together.

The arena was silent as everyone gazed upon the girls. After a moment everyone began to bid all at once, each number becoming higher and higher than the last. Bulma could only stand there and gaze sadly. What was she to do? She had no where to run, no where to go? She was alone and lost in this cruel world of fate. Finally a majestic and beautiful voice was heard over the crowd. "100,000 zeni!" The crowd gasped at this notion. All wildly looking around for the bidder. Two women stepped forward. One seemed so plain compared to the woman who spoke. She had a beautiful face that would put almost Bulma's to shame. She had long black hair and her make up brought out flawless features. She had her hair up in a unusual style, but so mesmerizing to see. "100,000 zeni to Hatsumomo and Korin!" the announcer called. Before Bulma and Andrea could do anything they were yanked off the platform and into the other girls awaiting hands. Both could only think of one thing as they took glances at one another; their promise.

-Bulma

P.S. Moment Of Zen!

We do not become Geisha because we want to. We become Geisha because we have no choice.

Mameha

"Memoirs Of A Geisha"