Bulma awoke with a groggy haze in her now dull eyes, a throbbing pain spreading throughout her tattered body. She proceeded to stretch her limbs but quickly receded when they seared with pain.
'What the fuck?'
She sat up as quickly as her body would allow, cursing whoever laid her on her back when she felt the sting of the dirt that was on the ratted sheet she had been sleeping on. She swung her legs over the side of the dingy metal cot, her feet slapping against cold, grimy concrete. She blinked the sleep from her eyes and rubbed her temples, trying to sooth her headache.
"So the girl awakes."
Bulma's head snapped up when a gravely, high pitched voice sounded from the door of her room. There, standing in the doorway, was her worst nightmare. The devil of her mind, the reason her young teenage years were hell.
Frieza. How in seven hells was this THING alive? Goku had told her of how he destroyed Zarbon and Frieza after she was sent off to the hospital, so shouldn't he be dead? No. He was very much alive.
He stood there, the light from the hall behind him casting a halo around his body, metal plates and shiny skin making him look even more demonic than usual. The fact that he was smirking cruelly did not help the situation either.
"I was ecstatic when Zarbon reported he had subdued you at your little dance."
'Zarbon's alive too?' Her eyes widened at his proclamation. Fear was evident in her azure orbs for only a second before she expertly masked it with indifference.
Frieza stepped into the 7'7 room with a limp in his step. So he wasn't completely healed. The monster saw the quirk at the corner of his captive's lips and growled, his eyes narrowing.
"Yes, blame KAKAROTT for that, but it won't be so funny when it's you hobbling around the rest of your life. But wait, by the time I'm finished with you, there won't be anything left to fix, you sniveling brat." he sneered, relishing in the disdain he saw in her face. He paced in front of her, his arms crossed loosely across his chest as he thought.
"I imagine your brother will be after you shortly, no doubt. Too bad he didn't have the sense to finish me off the first time, he always was too nice." His hoarse laugh filled the room, echoing off of the walls. He made his way to the door after one last glance at Bulma. He smiled one last time, speaking to someone standing outside of the door. Bulma watched him walk down the bleak hallway before a large obstruction blocked her view. She looked the body up and down with a raised brow. She was sure she had never seen this man. He was huge. Not fat, but muscular. His shirt was a size to small, causing said muscles to bulge and ripple with every breath. He stood about 6'8 with cropped red hair. When he smiled, Bulma could see he had a straight row of yellow, chipped teeth. His eyes were bright green and filled with lust.
'Oh god.' Bulma thought as he made his way to her. Not one to back down, she proudly held her ground, wincing when her back protested.
"'Ello pretty. Lord Frieza tol' me I could do wut I wanted wit yu. We gonna 'ave lots o' fun, me an yu." His accent was terrible. It sounded like he was from some far off British country, but then decided to live in some southern state when he got older.
He crept towards her with that same gruesome smile playing on his face. His steel toed boots clanked on the concrete with every step he took. When he was in arms length, he roughly grabbed her and yanked her to her feet. She yelped in surprise and struggled to break free of his vice-like grip. She balled her fist and swung, hitting him right in the jaw. He threw her against the wall, cradling his bruising jaw.
"Aye now! Dat hut!" he whined before he lunged for her, pinning her to the wall. He grabbed her hands and held them against the concrete, cutting the circulation off with his too tight grip. He grinned wolfishly at her, his hands roaming her body as she thrashed under him.
"Get the fuck off of me you stupid fucker!" she screeched as he carefully slid her dress down her hips as if she were a piece of fine china, which she was in his eyes. She slammed her knee up, groaning when he blocked it with his own.
"If yu be'ave it wuld fee' lot betta." he whispered as he trailed his hands up her hourglass figure, cupping her breast when his hands found them. She continued on with her struggling as he administered what he deemed as 'pleasure'. As his mouth found her nipple, she broke down and allowed her pent up tears to flow. Never in her life had she been subject to rape. During her previous years with Frieza, she had been the top dog. No one ever messed with her because she had 'his Lord's' blessing. What bullshit. Now, her pride had been grabbed, shredded into tiny pieces, and set afire.
The river of her tears continued to flow and she continued to try to break free. Both acts starting to annoy her rapist, he grabbed her roughly by the hair, and slapped her, hard, across the face. The waterworks instantly stopped and she turned her head to glare at him.
"Shut yur mouf bitch. I canot fee' gud if yu movin' like dat. Now stay still!" Bulma growled and doubled her attempts to break free. At one point in time, the large oaf was bent down too low, and her knee was free to move about. She brought it up as hard as she could, busting his nose as it made contact. He yelped in pain and let her go, grabbing onto his flowing nose.
"AAAAHHH! Wut da fuck!" he seethed through clenched teeth and narrowed eyes. He grabbed her arm and slung her to the floor, pouncing on her as soon as she landed. The fierce contact with the grimy, uneven ground caused her wounds to reopen, blood gushing everywhere. The burly man began to mercilessly pound away at her already bruised body. She let out a strangled cry as her back was pushed deeper into the jagged concrete, doubling the pain she was receiving. When she was no longer moving or making any sound, the guard stopped his beating, satisfied with his work. He started lustfully at her now naked body, her underwear lost somewhere during the fight. He stood and unhooked his buckle, pulling his pants down as he straddled her body once more.
"Now we can 'ave sum fun!"
"How much longer Goku?" ChiChi whined as she tried to move her cramped body. The six of them had decided to drive to Frieza's hideout rather than walk the long distance. Too bad for them, no one owned a SUV, and Goku's four-seater was the only vehicle within range. By the time he thought about taking two vehicles, they were already a quarter of the way there and decided not to waste anymore time.
"Not much longer Chi. Maybe a couple of miles, if that." He let out a sigh as he answered the same question for the tenth time. Next time Bulma decided to get kidnapped, they were definitely renting a minivan.
"Are you positive she's at this warehouse Kakarott?" Turles questioned from the backseat where him, 18, and Krillin were squeezed together.
"Yeah," Krillin started, "it sure is gonna suck driving these three hours if she isn't there."
"Shut your mouth Chrome Dome. She's going to be there." Vegeta snapped as he glared at the trembling man. Krillin managed a nod out of his small frame. 18 rolled her eyes at his action.
"Don't worry about him, something's got his panties in a wad." she whispered to her boyfriend, kissing him on the cheek.
After another ten minutes or so, they arrived at the worn path that would lead them to their prize. As soon as Goku's car was stopped, they each dived to the ground, thanking Kami they didn't have to sit there any longer.
"Uh, guys? What're we gonna do when we find Bulma?" Krillin asked nervously. They all sweat dropped.
"OH!" Goku hopped from foot to foot.
"What now Kakarott?" Vegeta growled as he glared at him.
"I got an extra capsule car in my console!" he yelled excitedly. Everyone merely stared at him.
"Well come on! Bulma isn't getting herself out of there!" he yelped as a rock hit the back of his head.
"Just lead the way idiot." Turles sighed as his cousin grinned goofily and started the trek down the leaf-covered path.
After five minutes of walking, they came upon a clearing that led to a set of doors.
"So, this is it?" 18 asked as she looked around. On the side of the building, the blood stains from Goku's last visit were still present.
"Yeah, but there are supposed to be guards outside." Turles stated as he looked around.
"Yeah, but after last time I visited, I'm sure no one would bother with guards." Goku stated as he made his way to the doors. He checked the first one and found it locked the same with the second. He grinned. He looked back at his cousin and motioned with his head for him to help. Once positioned, Turles hefted his cousin up by the foot and supported him as he climbed onto the roof.
"What are you doing Goku? Get down from there this instant!" ChiChi screeched as she watched Goku lifted himself into a sitting position. He grinned down at her once he was settled.
"Chill Chi. How do you expect me to unlock the door without a key?"
"Why not kick it in?" Vegeta mumbled as he crossed his arms and glared at the goofy teen. Too bad for him, Turles heard him.
"Simple really. If you ran a secret illegal organization would you get measly doors that a toddler could throw open or pay extra for steel re-enforced titanium alloy doors?" he asked with a raised brow. When no one argued, he nodded and looked up at his cousin.
"Found it?" he yelled. A head of wild black hair appeared over the edge.
"No," he scratched his head, "was it elephant or dragon?" he asked with a confused look on his face.
Turles thought for a minute. He looked to the ground, his lips moving in silent thought.
"Dragon. Look in the gutter." A joyful cheer was heard from above a minute later, and they all turned to look.
"Found it!" Goku stated and flipped off of the roof, laughing merrily when he heard his girlfriend scream. As soon as he landed, he found ChiChi at his side, punching his repeatedly in the arm.
"Don't you ever, ever, ever scare me like that again! Do you understand?" She yelled as tears formed in the corner of her eyes. Goku's featured softened.
"Oh, I'm sorry Chi, but really, I wouldn't have hurt myself. You remember how me and Bulma would play around at her house and flip off of the roof!" His faced paled when another screech filled the air.
"YOU WHAT?" He swore he saw steam filter through her ears. He quickly changed the topic in order to subdue her anger.
"Hey, Turles! I found our old keychain too!" Turles' face noticeably brightened.
"Serious! Is everything still on it!" He grinned when a nod was thrown his way. Vegeta silently looked over Goku's shoulder and studied the object.
There was a lone black key attached to a key ring. It was scratched and a coat of grime covered it's surface. Also on the key ring was a lizard medallion and a small plastic picture frame. Goku was looking at the frame with a nostalgic look on his face. Four figures stood, arms around each other and bright smiles on their faces. They could tell who Bulma was, but the resemblance between Goku and Turles at that age was uncanny. They looked exactly alike. The fourth figure was unfamiliar. He definitely looked the oldest of the group, around 17 or 18. He had broad shoulders, and long, spiky black hair that went past his knees, and sharp, mischievous features. The others looked to be about 13 or 14. By now, everyone had crowded around Goku, each staring at the picture.
"Who was that other guy?" 18 asked cautiously.
"Radditz." Goku and Turles answered at the same time.
No one said a word for a couple minutes.
"We had to throw our keys up there because we always lost them and got locked out. Frieza would get so pissed when we woke him so he could let us in. He sure lost a lot of guards every time they forgot to carry their own keys." Goku laughed as he stared at the picture.
"Remember that one time Bulma's foot got hung in the drain pipe and Frieza had to go up there and cut her out. He raised hell for a month over that one." Turles grinned as he recalled the memory.
Goku laughed and headed to the doors, sticking the key into the lock. When it clicked he smiled and slowly opened the door.
"Well guys, let's go get Bulma!"