Yo, this was delayed because of my writer's craft class. As much as I love it, it's a lot of work and a hell of a lot of ideas are flowing through my mind now. And here's the next chapter woo...

Chapter 7: Not Meant For Me

Vegeta struggled viciously against his capturer, deciding that if he did know how to fly, now would be a great time to learn of this ability. Chester, a few feet behind him, stared at the ground and partially clung to the brown-skinned alien, afraid of the 30 foot drop that he would endure if he struggled. Vegeta tried to land a punch on his kidnapper, but got a smack across the face. Chester winced as he watched Vegeta receive the blow.

"No hitting back," the blue one laughed in Vegeta's face.

"Stop beating the boy, Burter, we were told to bring them in one piece," the orange one yelled over the force of the wind on them, and shifted Chester in his arms to scare the boy. Chester let out a small gasp for the second he was free-falling.

The prisoners and their capturers traveled for half an hour more. Vegeta had given up on struggling in the air; it was pointless to fight against someone stronger and faster than himself. He stared at the changing scenery beneath him, from land to water to land again, and hoped the men holding them would get tired soon and land. He couldn't hear Chester whimpering behind him anymore. The blonde had probably resorted to silence not to anger the brown man.

Soon enough, Vegeta's wish came true. A clearing came into view and the capturers lowered to the ground. Vegeta began to twist to escape the blue man's grip, but another hit across his face, drawing blood from his burst lip and cheek, stopped that attempt. Chester was brought to his side and the four people stood on the edge of the clearing.

"What's going on?" Chester whispered to Vegeta. Vegeta shrugged and spit out the blood that began to accumulate in his mouth.

The duo looked up as the air in front of them started to waver. A dome-shaped figure appeared in the once-clear air, the white metal reflecting the sun into Vegeta and Chester's eyes. Little yellow bubbles jutted out from the sides which Vegeta could only assume were windows. The middle and bottom of it were pure black, if Vegeta looked hard enough he could probably see his reflection in it. As Vegeta and Chester gazed at the unnatural object, further examination showed them it had engines on the bottom. They were standing a few yards away from a real spaceship.

The aliens holding Vegeta and Chester pushed them forward without loosening their grip, forcing the boys to walk. They led the duo to a ramp leading into the ship and brought them inside. Chester's capturer, who they learned was called Jeice, barked orders at a few passerbys who were also aliens. Though they were being showed around quite recklessly, Vegeta noticed every person (if you could call them people) that passed them had the same uniform armour, including Jeice and Burter (as one alien had called him).

After following the circular flow of the ship's hallways, the duo were finally forced into a room to their right. It resembled a closet, or as Vegeta saw it, a prison cell. Burter tied their wrists together with a small ring of energy, like the ones Vegeta had been practicing since he burned Fredrick's face off.

Jeice grabbed the arm of another passing person and said, "Go get Frieza. Tell him we found and captured his previous pet, and maybe another one to play with once he's strengthened up." As he said this he sneered at Chester.

Chester backed against the wall from his seated position at Jeice's gaze. He quietly asked Vegeta, "What did he just say?"

Vegeta watched Jeice close the door and left him and Chester in darkness. He replied, "They're telling their boss of us." He didn't know what Jeice meant to make of Chester, so he said nothing not to alarm the blonde.

The room was dark aside from the small light given off by their wristbands. It was only big enough for the two of them, and Vegeta could tell it was their new prison cell unless they could get past the aliens and get out. He felt around the wristband and tried to pull on it. All that did was singe a few hairs off his forearm, which he realized with a hiss. "Don't attempt to pull these things off," Vegeta mumbled, mainly to himself.

"I've sort of already figured that out," Chester muttered back to Vegeta. He was struggling like Vegeta, but stopped suddenly a few seconds before the dark-haired boy. Vegeta cranked his head back to see what the band looked like, but decided to look at Chester's instead since it was less awkward for him. Aside from little burn marks on Chester's wrists, all Vegeta learned from looking at it was it was made from pure energy. He cursed under his breath and leaned his head against the wall.

The ship began to tremor and the duo heard the engines start up. Vegeta jolted forward with the ship's movements and crashed into his friend, causing both of them to cry out from the sudden collision. The ship began to lift, or that's what Vegeta felt from their cell. He attempted to roll off Chester but as the ship tilted he hit the wall opposite, with Chester sliding into his side. Both groaned and decided to sit still until the ship stabilized or at least stopped moving. With his face slightly pressed on the floor, muffling his voice, Chester asked, "What happens if this is an actual spaceship and it leaves the planet?"

Vegeta, lying on his back, opened his mouth to respond but no words made their way out of the gap. After a few seconds of silence and glancing at his friend, Vegeta quietly stated, "I don't know... then we're stuck in space."

Chester turned his head as far as it could go to face his counterpart, causing him to almost be facedown on the floor. Vegeta saw the look of fear on his face, sighed and stared at the ceiling. "We need to leave now. Blow the door down, or a hole in the wall, something!" Chester exclaimed.

The roar of the engines stopped and the duo felt the air around them become lighter. Vegeta studied the room, even though it hadn't changed since the shaking began. They felt the room become level and heard the small sounds of machinery around them working. Vegeta said, "It may be too late for that, I think we've launched."

Chester rolled over and sat up so he was now against the wall but facing Vegeta. "We still have to try," he said. "Who knows what these guys want with you... and what they'd do to me."

Vegeta nodded and sat up as well. "Well," he started, "what do you propose we do?"