Here's the second installment of The Darkness in Love with the Light and please keep reviewing. reviews = chapters, and grins on me face!
Disclaimer: You guys know what I'm gonna put: That I don't own it, sobsobsob or Akira hasn't adopted me yet(it's getting there, trust me)but right now I'm all out of ideas. Anyway I don't hold legal rights nor do I have permission to claim so. Hey, you don't either!
Rating:PG/PG-13:Language, Mild violence,
Later chaps.: Sexual References/ Advances
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She struggled to keep her breath steady and quiet as to not bring any attention to her, which was extremely difficult since there was no trace of light in the rusty, cracked walls that she was trying with everything she had to get through without seriously colliding her head with them.
This place reminded her of a horror movie she had recently seen with gray-skinned zombies in an underground semetary that greatly resembled this one. She saw a fast visualization of one of the zombies and, for a moment of shivering fright, she thought she would actually run into one in this musty hellhole.
'Oh please. How freakin' stupid is that? A zombie would be nothing right now compared to those filthy barbarians back there. At least, I hope they're still back there,' she thought as a shiver went down her spine, remembering the threat that one had boomed at her. She wondered if they were searching for her still, but she hoped against hope that they had given up;she had probably gotten them even angrier, which could mean an ugly and soon fate for her.
'No! I'll get away! I will! I am Bulma Briefs, the most intelligent being on Planet Earth, and there is no way I won't find a way out of here somehow!'
At the second she finished that thought she had inevitably ran into something, but it definitely wasn't the wall, it was soft. Firm, but still soft.
"Well, well, well. Who is it we have here?"
"Dammit! That girl is really asking for a beating!" A loud, growling complaint echoed the walls of the dark compartment.
"Shut up Blyther! Do you want us to get a formal and painful death for your mouth?"
"Oh, and you're enjoying this more than I?"
"No, but it is far more convenient and painless than what we'll get if you don't stop your complaints this instant!"
They were both silent for the next 15 minutes as they unsuccessfully searched for the missing alien. Both were getting highly restless and impatient.
"Hmm, maybe we should just blast the damn place and see if she comes up. What do you say?"
"I don't think so Gerdre, the Prince could easily tell it was us because of our ki. And it seems if we kill the girl, he will not be pleased. He might even purge us along with this planet when he and Frieza are finished with it..."
"How do you know it was a girl? We could hardly tell it was a mere human for that matter."
"Because the Prince said so, you worthless maggot! Listen and maybe you could actually learn something for a change. However be careful, it could be a bit overwhelming..."
"Oh shove it Gerdre'! You're lucky you're still alive and breathing among us second-class! How about I just kinda let it slip that you bribed the officials to rig your tests to hide the horrendous fact that you are a third-class? Maybe that will be a little overwhelming to the Prince's ears-"
"You wouldn't dare! I'd blast you in an instant before you could say the first syllable of my little secret. After all, you vowed to keep silent about that matter when you told me you knew, as death being the punishment for betraying the oath."
"Yes, but I doubt giving death upon me will be an easy task when the burnt shreds of your head are implanted within the ruins of this place. So I suggest you do things my way and shut up your petty remarks before my last nerve is detonated. Agree?"
Gerdre growled,"Fine, I shall do as you request, but it is a very low thing to do in your position."
"Saiyans are lowly, they do not make vows with anyone except their mates, and sometimes even that can be treacherous. You should know, being a Saiyan, but..tsk tsk, what could I expect from a third-class?"
"Could we get going before the Prince decides to crack into our little discussion? That girl could ruin a lot of things for us, including the agreement with Frieza..."
"Well if she causes any trouble we can just destroy her planet in her witness, then kill her off alive and in full consciousness," Blyther suggested casually.
"Hmph,"Gerdre' snorted as they both headed toward the eastside of the tunnels.
Vegeta's head bolted to the right and did a sideways glance behind him, faintly hearing a sound about 10 halls behind him. His lips curled in a triumphant smile knowing full-well that the girl had blown her cover. But he suddenly scowled when he thought of his two guards not being capable of locating such a weak creature.
'Hmph, you couldn't expect them to find a keekord if their life depended on it. Skilled guards they are indeed.'
A/N:A keekord is cross between a mouse and a spider. I like its name cause it sounds freaky. Back 2 story.;)
As he lowered his ki to its lowest extent, he strode silently to a sound trail of whimpers and evil chuckles. As he got closer to the chuckles, they were more audible, then he knew exactly who it was. He sneered at how he was the first to get her.
"Tell me who you are and why you are roaming these halls without proper supervision and maybe, just maybe, I might let you go," the voice said in its smooth and casual tone.
Vegeta could hear rapid, unsteady breathing but it was obviously being muffled by a hand. He guessed it was the girl who had fled earlier during his dispute with Gerdre. She was apparently frightened and succeeded in not blowing her cover then. He could almost hear her silent tears.
"Oh? We don't want to speak up now do we? Maybe a little spark of a ki blast from my hand will do a little persuasion with you, hm?"
"Zarbon."
At the sound of his name coming from the superior voice, he immediately straightened himself from leaning over the girl with his arm on the wall, to folding his arms and scowling at the Prince.
"Leave her be. She is my specimen."
"Well, now are we learning to be protective of others, dear Prince Vegeta?"
"Absolutely not. She was captured for me from Earth and is soon to be experimented with for my knowledge of the planet Earth's culture and intellect rates, which are none of your concern, Zarbon. She is of use to me..."
Bulma looked from one to the other, not sure of who she should render as safe, but then decided to stay cautious of both of the mysterious beings. When she turned her gaze on the Prince, he caught it, making her turn away in blushing embarressment.
Zarbon pouted his lower lip a little and said in a mocking voice,"Well, its not my fault that there's just nothing to do around this fithy dirtball. Nonetheless, there aren't any such beautiful creatures to play with such as this one around here either..."
Now Bulma had heard of guys like this one before; they were powerful, domineering, and you should be flattered that they should even look at you with interest, but she just hated that they thought they could just flaunt around thinking any and every woman was theirs, for she had much more respect for herself to give any part of her to some alien in a distant planet.
So before she could stop herself, she gave in to the word vomit, caring less about the fact that they could blast ki balls in her face.
"Unhand me you selfish, fithy criminal! I am just a girl and for all you know, I could be the most poisonous creature in the galaxy! No body touches me no matter how beautiful I may be, got that mister ?!"
There was a startled silence for an tense moment as both Vegeta and Zarbon let her stern words sink in.
'Who is this girl? Who exactly does she think she is?', Vegeta pondered in shock.
"Surely you are mistaken about who we are, girl," Zarbon motioned between him and Vegeta with an stern expression,"We are both highly supreme and powerful beings in this galaxy who could kill you for such blaspheme. But we will sincerely give you a chance to speak to us with respect, you being an Earthling girl and all."
Bulma looked at them smugly, a small smirk forming on her pink lips,"What, you think I'm weak?"
Vegeta snickered,"That is quite an understatement, Earthling."
Bulma shrugged and added casually,"OK, so I'm like a mouse compared to you guys, but just because I can't shoot fire balls out of my hands doesn't mean I can't outwit you guys.."
"Oh...," Zarbon inquired, very intruiged by her behavior,"And how exactly can you 'outwit us', as you claim. Warriors love challenges."
Bulma smiled with sheer triumph, "Well why don't we play a little Earth game we call 'Hide-and-Seek'? It's very challenging so you'll have lots of fun."
Vegeta's smirk faded into a displeased frown," We are not here to play infantile games with you girl. You are to be experimented on and then we'll decide what to do with you from there-"
"No, no, no Vegeta,"Zarbon gestured reassuringly, "We'll play her little game and if we win..."
She looked slightly nervous under Zarbon's intent stare."If we win, we get full possession of your planet Earth. If you win..."
Her expression calmed a little at the word win, at least, before her 'prize': "If you win, you will be my soul counterpart."
At his last words both her and Vegeta's expressions turned from proud to almost completely mortified. Vegeta looked at her then him for a confirmation of some sort.
"W-wait, 'soul counterpart'? I-is that like a bride or something? I mean, heh heh, I'm not gonna stay here long, I've gotta get back to Earth. And besides I don't even know you-"
"That does not matter at all," Zarbon reassured soothingly, snaking an olive green-skinned arm around her neck,"That does not invalidate my interest in you, my dear girl. But let's not jump to conclusions-"
"Um, maybe this isn't such a great idea after all, I'll just go back to my room...,"she offered feebly, inching from under Zarbon's arm, but squealed as the Prince bolted in front of her with a smug smirk, shaking a pointed finger.
"Ah ah ahh. When you challenge a Saiyan, there's no coming out of it. You heard the rewards and the consequences and you will stay by it, understood?"
She took a shaky step back, her forehead sweating with anxiety and pressure along with utmost fear and regret,"Well, b-but it's a little unfair to me don't you think?"
"Hm? How so?" Zarbon asked with a confused look.
"Well, um, the prizes aren't very...er...well-balanced.."
"What, you dislike our choice of rewards?" Zarbon asked, mimicking a pout on his emerald lips.
"Well, no, but um...it's kinda like whether I win or not, one of you get a prize. So what's the point then, g-guys?"
"Do you not consider being my soul counterpart as a prize, my sweet flower? You must be sorely mistaken. You should be flattered that I would even consider you as an equivalent, as my soul counterpart. Oh well, you shall see. You shall see..."
"Hmph, finally someone disputes against your ridiculous customs and attempts of proving your 'beauty'. You make me retch with your flamboyant filth,"Vegeta curtly snapped at him.
"Well, I don't see her bowing at your feet, your highness."
"Oh, and she is bowing at yours ?"
"Shut up!" That had got their wide-eyed attention.
"Okay, if we're going to do this stupid game then let's do it now, please? I would like to get it over with this century,"she huffed impatiently.
Vegeta narrowed his glare at her,"So you're referring to your petty game as stupid-"
"Shh! Quiet now!" Her cerculean eyes were boiling with impatience, her demand actually being followed as Vegeta glared at her speechlessly.
'Who the hell is she? Hmph, I can see why Zarbon is smitten with her, she definitely has quite the temper and stubborn resistence to him... which easily gives him a challenge. And of course there's nothing he fancies more than a challenging female, especially an intruiging alien such as she.'
"Okay you both turn around and no peeking! I mean it! I go hide, then you two seek. Got it? Good. OK, I'm going now! Bye!"
Vegeta exchanged glances with Zarbon, both knowing she wasn't aware of their ki readings, and they had gotten quite acquainted with her ki.
As they set off to their own seperate ways, they felt motivated and confident, something they hadn't felt in a long time.
Bulma had never felt so scared in her thirteen years of life.
The game had begun.
Next chap: The Game has begun! What trump card did Bulma have up her sleeve? Will it work against the ki-detectable Saiyan Prince and Frieza's henchman? Find out next time in the next chapter! Right after you review. $$
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