The Separation.

Soul had finally gotten to sleep, resting her weary bones and relaxing as best as she could into the cold metal of the ship. Her dreams were all the same of her walking along on a dark path, while cold eyes watched her. She woke with a start, Hart crouched over her.

"Soul the slavers want us to board the trading vessel." Hart whispered, a deep frown etched into her beautiful face. Soul stood up, rolling her shoulders. Now was the moment that the group of women had been dreading. They all fell in line, Soul right behind Hart and in front of Alicia. The walked along in silence, some to angry too speak, most too scared. Soul stared at the back of her sisters head, focusing on that and that alone. Next to them, slavers jeered and laughed at the girls as they passed, commenting on this and that of their physique. Hart smiled at one of them as she passed when he said she had a nice rack. She gave him a flirtatious wink and continued by.

They came up to a slave trader who separated them into groups. Soul grabbed her sister's hand tightly, trying to insure that they would be placed together. Unfortunately the slave trader did separate them. Grabbing soul by the arm, he yanked her away from her sister and pointed in the same direction they had sent Bulma. Soul looked back at her sister, following orders. 'This may be the last time I ever see her again.' Soul thought sadly. With a single burst of courage Soul turned around, closed her eyes, and shouted.

"Hart I love you!" She held her eyes shut, fearing to open them. Laughter rippled around her from the slavers. Soul's face turned a dark red as she turned away once more, racing toward the group. She thought she heard Hart whisper 'I love you too,' but was too far away to actually hear it.

The group of women gathered around a small alien with a long whip. If he had not been carrying such a dangerous looking weapon, his appearance might have been funny to her. As of right now, none of them felt quite like laughing. Soul was not the only one who had been taken away from someone. She looked around at the group. It was much smaller than the one Hart and Chi Chi had been separated into, there looked to be about fifteen people or so. She glanced to her side and saw Bulma standing there, her head down. Soul reached out and gently grabbed her hand. She turned her head toward Soul. The corners of her mouth twitched.

"Now, you follow me where you strip, wash, and assigned. There you receive slave clothes, collar, and what kind of slave." The tiny green alien ordered in a high nasally voice. Soul compressed a smile between her teeth, trying hard to remain serious in this situations. Though it did seem like she was not the only one who thought this slavers voice was funny. Others around her snickered or rolled their eyes at him.

He led them into a small chamber where they all stripped. Soul peeled off her sweat and tear soaked clothes and tossed them down the garbage chute. The only thing that she kept was the gold locket that her father had given her for her first birthday. She had kept it nice these sixteen years and wasn't about to give it up now. The next room the entered looked very similar to her old school shower. Shower heads lined the walls, but there were no taps and they had no soap. Soul looked up at Bulma, whom she had been following like a lost puppy. Bulma shrugged, having realized the same thing. Soul started to shake, worried that they were gonna kill them after all. That fear was dashed when soapy water began to spray down at them from the shower heads on the wall. Soul stood under one and scrubbed her long blonde hair. Despite the situation it did feel great to get clean again.

Once clean they were lead into what looked to be a Fourier of a much larger room. 'How big is this place?' Soul frowned as she stepped up to another small green slaver, her wet hair covering her body. They took her measurements and handed her a set of clothes. She moved off to the side and pulled them on. 'Oh hell no.' She stared disdainfully at the slave outfit, or lack thereof. She moved her hair in front of her again, trying to hide most of herself from the staring eyes of the slavers. 'I wonder what they call themselves. I'll call them perverts.' She crossed her arms and shivered, colder now then she was when nude. She glanced at Bulma who was sneering at the same get up.

"I hate this. This uniform or whatever. It's disgusting." Bulma glared around at the group of slavers, all leering at the girls. Soul shrugged and stared down at the floor.

"I don't know, Hart would love this." She murmured, tugging at the breast band. "She has something to fill this and then some." Bulma laughed and patted Soul's head. Coming around a slaver in a white frock carrying a long needle prick each girl in the upper arm then cleaned the tip. 'One person with hepatitis and we're all doomed.' He pricked her vein and she bit her lip. "What is this?"

"Help change gravity for weak slaves." He squawked. Soul pressed her lips together trying hard not to laugh. He moved off and she let out a small chuckle.

"I can't help it, their voices are so funny." She whispered with glee as she the group moved on into to what she assumed was the main hub of the slave ship. Bulma rolled her eyes at this.

Soul looked up at the wall windows to individual slave rooms. Girls of all different races sat or stood around the tiny white rooms. Soul was caught up in studying the different races that she didn't realize there was a collar around her neck till it was too late. She was shoved into one of the tiny rooms and the door slammed behind her. Soul screamed and threw herself against the door, banging at the door. The walls started to close in around her as she pounded against the metal. The air vanished and she sat down trying to breathe.

"No." She whispered to herself. Soul looked up at the wall. "No." She said louder standing up. Her body shaking with fearful rage. She threw herself against the opposite wall, falling down. "NO!" She screamed her body changing shape. Her bones growing larger and larger, her pale skin becoming dark gray scales. A long tail curled under her body and her back legs pressed against the ceiling. 'Shit...' she muttered. Soul was quite stuck. Her dragons face pressed into the floor. Her large neck and shoulder supporting the rest of her body.