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Kakarott pulled Chichi as close to him as possible, her arms wrapped around his neck and her head twisted around so she could see their attacker. Her turquoise hair was long and straight, blowing gently and gracefully like feathers in the wind. Her tanned skin was bruised and cut, small visibilities of metal just below the flesh, her eyes were still the deep blue of oceans but that shine they had once possessed was gone, that comfort of a friend no matter how gossip filled and temperamental had vanished. Only to be replaced by a glow of destruction and pain.
Small, silver lined tears fell down her porcelain cheeks as she watcher her friend pick herself up with perfect flexibility, Kakarott's arms tightening around her. He was shaking, his skin sweaty and cold as the young woman approached them, her fingers curved into fists and her eyes set on the black haired maiden in his arms. With lightning speed she was behind him, her small arms around his neck and pulling him back, her knee driving sharply into his lower back causing him to let go of Chichi. As the turquoise blur moved towards his lover he grabbed their attacker with immense force and pulled her against him. Crushing her small waist with his arms.
"CHICHI RUN!" Her deep black eyes were filled with tears, shaking her head at her lover afraid that if she left he would leave again; maybe for good this time. She was afraid; she wanted to help her lover and her friend. But Kakarott's face soon screwed up in anger, his eyes narrowed at her. "CHIHI GO NOW! GO GET FATHER, GO, GO NOW!"
Picking herself up she jumped to her feet, running with eager speed to the door and forcing it open, the blanket the only shield to her nakedness. The corridors were cold and dark, her tired and tear filed eyes unable to see where she was going properly but her ears still picking up the slight noise of battle in her room. With a loud bang she forced her small fists onto the door of Radditz's room before running on to his sisters, her fists red and painful from the banging as she ran to his parents room. It was silent but her tears still fell fast as she pounded franticly on the locked door, behind her the sound of slamming doors and rushing feet echoed down the empty corridors.
With a loud scream she found herself thrown to the floor, cold hard fingers grabbing and bruising the sensitive flesh of her upper arms as she was dragged from the door and into the air. Below her she could see her mate running, his eyes wide and his body bruised and bloody, Radditz and their sisters not far behind as she was pulled away. Smoke filled the rooms, her lover's cries for her never dying down as she screamed for him. She could see his shadow running through the smoke towards her, blast after blast lunged at him by her captor.
His body surged with power, his legs never moving faster and his cries never any louder as he chased after her, large explosions slowly destroyed his home, cracks of plaster falling from the ceiling and glass flying like bullets into his skin but he didn't stop. He couldn't see through the smoke and dust but her screams led him forward. Leaping and jumping to get her back in his arms as his body glowed with immense power surges. He wasn't going to loose her, not again, not now. But as he reached the window, their escape route: her screams became silent and all signs lost to his vision. The only sound now his screams of anger and sorrow, his fists driving into the wall as he sank to his knees.
As if she was lightning she watched the scenery fly by, her hands hitting and smacking the flying captor the whole time as she screamed all her lung would allow. Her throat was clammy and throbbing with pain, her fingers and fists red from the constant impact they were receiving and her face was covered in the tears of fear and loss. She had only just got her Kakarott back and she was already being taken away from him…by her best friend! The woman she had written to and met with through most of her life, the woman who had been her diary book, the only one who knew her secrets. She was ruining her life now, taking away a family she had grown to accept and love.
The wind blew through her hair, the blanket still wrapped tightly around her naked body like silk. The night was still and cold, the stars above her twinkling like the mirrors of her own tears, falling down her cheeks and to the distant earth below her. They sparkled as rainbows in the mysteries of thick blackness down upon her. Like the eyes of angles as their glows and sparkles comforted her with hope and faith, they reflected her fear and her pain, it was like they knew. Each star shining down upon her with a light of its own protection and comfort as her screams stopped. He could see the stars too, the same ones, just like her. Smiling she let the fear take over, her eyes lulling back as she fainted into blackness.
It felt like seconds had passed as she opened her eyes, her face pressed to the fabric of a puffy and soft pillow. A thick warm blanket over her body, pulled tightly up to her neck, the satin like material fell like water around her waist as she sat up. Its softness rippled around her abdomen. The room was majestic and grand, finest purple walls held pictures of mountains and waterfalls, nature at its beauty caught in one moment by the stroke of a paintbrush. One large window let the sunlight from outside pour into the room, the curtains of the large four poster bed she was laid in drawn back and tied tightly like the large curtains by the window.
Oak wardrobes, vanities and bookcases lay dotted around the room, varnished so they picked up every ray of sunshine and shone with splendour. Standing up she watched as a long dress fell to her ankles. Suitable enough for a princess the fabric caressed her skin with peach like softness, long sleeves encased her arms and the blood red colour was entwined with the many patterns. Her hair was down and tatty, falling with tangles to her hips. Heading towards the door she franticly turned the locked handle, panicking when it did not open. She was a prisoner, no matter how wonderful the room was it was still her prison, her container from her lover.
Sitting down in front of the vanity she looked at her reflection, her eyes were tired and held deep black bags beneath them; her hair was a mess, small stray strand of tangled hair sticking out in all directions. Placing her face in her hands she cried, her gasps and sobs filling the room as the door opened. A smiling and happy Bulma stepped in and walked up behind her. Chichi's cries increased, unaware of the visitor she had until a small hand with the softest touch was placed upon her shoulder.
"Come on Chi this place isn't that bad!" A small laugh erupted from Bulma, Chichi's eyes narrowed and angry as she stood up. Bulma unexpectedly getting a hard punch to the face.
"BULMA, TAKE ME BACK! TAKE ME BACK TO KAKAROTT…"Chichi found herself pushed back into a sitting position on the vanity chair and a hairbrush now being pulled gently through her hair. Bulma's hands raking through the silken black hair. Chichi watched silently with tears still falling as her hair was pulled and twisted into a complicated and beautiful design, black ribbons falling from the style and down her back.
"This is your home now Chichi. Remember how we always said we would live together one day, well here we are. I hope you like it, I always knew purple was your favourite colour and I'm so glad I could rescue you from that stupid Sayain. As soon as I found out we set to work on a plan and every part of it worked. Even he fell for it, I'm so sorry I let him get you Chichi but I promise I will never let him harm you again" Chichi looked at her friends reflection in the mirror confused, the long tanned arms of Bulma wrapped around her neck in a hug and she noticed the metal that had been visible and the cuts from the fight were all gone.
"Harm me? Bulma what are you talking about, he has never hurt me and he never will. Now take me home Bulma, this is all so nice but I want to go home…to Kakarott, I need him. Bulma please what's happened to you, what plan are you talking about? I want t…" A finger was pressed to her lips as Bulma shushed her.
"Come on Chichi just admit it, that Sayain hurt you in more ways than one. He can't get you to hurt you so admit it. I've had the whole situation explained to me by Dr. Takeshi and he agreed to help me rescue you. We set a plan to capture Kakarott and then I would pretend to help him escape but he would in turn lead us to you and with the doctors help the Dr managed to help me possess powers enough to beat him and his family so I could rescue you." Bulma had Chichi's shoulders and shook them gently, a comforting look in her eyes and on her face. Reflected in her smile. The infamous Dr. Takeshi stood behind her he looked at Bulma and asked her to leave.
"Bulma listen to me Kakarott has never hurt me. I swear to you. He loves me and I love him. We're together Bulma, you've been tricked!" Chichi shouted over to Bulma as she left the room but she was left unheard as the Dr looked down on her with a smirk as he took her cheeks between his finger and thumb. Squashing her lips inwards.
"My, my you're a pretty little thing aren't you?" Growling she struggles beneath his hold, his lips brushing harshly against hers before she pushed him away. She was met with a slap to the face and a forceful push against the vanity. "You're a traitor to our race! A piece of dirt with no place left in human society. You betrayed your own race by going with that Sayain" Another slap met her cheeks as small tears began to fall. "But you'll make the perfect bait. It'll take your lover a couple of days to find you here at least I guess, maybe even more. And when he gets here I am going to have a little trade with him. The DNA machine and some of his DNA for your life, a hard decision do you not think? For his love he gains the destruction of his empire, for his empire he gets the destruction of his love. I find that rather fair, considering I'm going to kill you either way. One heartbroken Sayain responsible for the fall of his whole empire and no reason for it to have happened. I can't wait to watch him suffer." Chichi gasped as she found herself thrown to the floor, her cheeks still throbbing. As she screamed a large hand was pushed against her mouth, his hand in her hair as he pulled it tightly.
"But I'll not deny…You are a pretty little thing" She soon found him on top of her, his hands viciously ripping the clothes from her body. She kicked and screamed, muffled by his hand as her punches and kicks failed to move him. Instead she was met with another harsh slap to the face, her tears falling fast, as the first layer of her dress came off. Her upper body hidden only by the confines of a lace bra, his hands touching her through the fabric as she struggled harder. She pushed her hands against him to move him away but to no avail as her bra came off; his hand forcefully squeezing the flesh painfully.
She soon felt dust on her cheeks, winds and sunshine spilling in from outside like the whole room had been removed. Her eyes remained shut, afraid to open them in case dust should fall in or her tortures continue. The Dr above hers weight not shifting even as the room filled with a deep and evil growl.
TBC
Hope you like that chapter hehehe took a strange twist I think. Buy anyway I'm not sure if you'll be glad to know or not that this story is almost finished! YAY! Kami I have been writing this story for son long and I going to fell weird not having to write it anymore. Please review and let me know what you think.
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