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Chapter 30
We spoke too soon…
Kami sat on his throne, his body had almost healed from the pain it had suffered when the surge of the grinding sensation returned, in sharp blows.
"Popo. Help me!" Kami shouted, falling forward in his throne, his grinded his teeth from the severity of the pain, his arms and chest throbbed.
Popo was nowhere in sight, Kami fell further forwards, his torso hanging off the arm of his throne, he panted, struggling to breath in air through what seemed like a paper thin windpipe. His knees hit the floor as his strength faded further, his right hand still gripped the thrones arm to keep his head off the floor.
The pain cut thought him like a knife, slashing at his lungs and heart as his arms and legs weakened from a phantom blood loss. "Popo!" he managed to call out once more, his gripping fingers slipped from the smooth pointer armrest and Kami fall, slumping to the floor slowly, he laid still, his eyes gently closing from exhaustion and the soothing effect from the cold concrete floor.
"AHHHHRRRR" Bongo yelped through clenched teeth, gripping his limply hanging right arm wit his bruised left hand; the black purple markings covered his knuckles and wrist.
"Get up boy, I want to shed more of that purple juice" Slit hissed, his forked tongue pushed through his sealed lips, licking all the way around his blue chin and slipping back inside.
Bongo looked up toward him, his teeth blaring as he nursed his shattered right arm, the elbow section of the bone shattered, the arm bent downward rather than the usual upright bent position.
"Fuck you!" Bongo cursed, his voice cracking from pain, he needed to get away from slit to recuperate this arm.
"No, sorry, I don't do nameks" he sneered, strolling toward Bongo with a pretensions smile across his face, his loosely hanging fingers slowly balling into fists.
Bongo tried backing away, holding his injured arm as he pushed along the ground with his feet, then horror made a new name for itself when his back hit the wall, there was no where for him to go.
*Shit* he said to himself, this was going to be painful…
Slit stopped, his fist striking out toward Bongos head, the namek swerved his body left, slits fist narrowly missed the nameks cranium and smacked firmly into the wall, imbedding itself in the concrete.
Bongo turned to slits fist that remained imbedded in the wall inches from his nose; he panted knowing well it could have been his head beneath it.
"Be still you little slug" Slit cursed, growling angrily he pulled his fist free, taking several shards of concrete with it, he stood up tall before taking another heavy swing at Bongo who sat in eth same position.
A little stunned, Bongo had seconds when he realised slits other fist was on a ramming coarse with Namekian brain.
He swerved again, and again slits fist missed narrowly, bitting the concrete wall his knuckles coated in thick dust particles, much of the dust also falling down on Bongo, coating his dark murk green skin like snow.
Several more fists drawled, Bongo swerving just in time each time as slits fist blacked out all the light around it from vision.
Bongo was getting tired, without the use of his arm it was hard to balance on his legs as he swerved, on the last swerve he slipped from eth wall and landed heavily on his left shoulder.
"Get away from me!" Bongo screamed up to Slit, his eyes wide and alert for another attack from the giant blue creature, because of the large muscle tone of this creature his swings were slower, and that was the only reason why he had avoided being hit until now.
Glancing forward to avoid some falling dust Bongo opened his eye to the horrid sight at the foot of the opposite wall.
Piccolo slumber with his back against the wall and hi head tilted forward, vivid live blood was dripping from his bottom lip onto his chest, running down onto his exposed stomach muscles, yet he was alive, Bongo could see him breathing and his eyes blinking occasionally.
Slit reached down, grasping Bongo by the throat roughly with his thick long clawed fingers, pulling the namek up to him, facing Bongos head toward Piccolo.
"You can't help your friend now, he is helpless and only has the strength to breath, just as the lieutenant ordered…" Slit explained into Bongo ear, his humid breath making his the nameks green flesh sweat.
He tried to react but he did not have enough time, Slit swirled around several times with Bongo throat still in his grasp, on the fifth twirl, he rocketed the namek across the room and into the opposite wall. With a thundering crash of dust and concrete Bongo fell some 20 metres to the ground belly first.
Winded he struggled to breath through his gaping mouth, Bongo felt a constant breath inhibiting pain in his chest, id didn't take him long to realise that all of his ribs were broken, and his lung was punctured, scrambling into a sitting position he struggles to breath in through his nose.
Slit was about to approach again, until he heard the doors outside lock being lifted, he turned toward the door as it was pushed open.
Slit stood up straight, saluting the lieutenant who entered accompanied by two other uniformed guards, he paced to the centre of the room and stopped, saluting Slit in return.
"Done yet?" he inquired, his chin lifted high.
Slit nodded "Yes, they have had their fill, though I wish I could have more of them to drain" he grumbled, his chest heaving gentle as he inhaled and exhaled.
Bongo couldn't make out conversation between the lieutenant and slit, he was to preoccupied with trying to get the oxygen flowing back into his lungs, it was slowly becoming easier as his body regenerated the damage.
"Training is over. For now" The lieutenant sneered.
"AHHH FUCK!" Vegeta cursed, holding his torn and scraped arm with his hand, slashed thru and through by clits thick long claws, his body falling against the iron wall with a thud, foom there he surveyed Clip go head to head with Goku.
AX training had begun.
The Sayajin and creature went head to head, Goku most of the time flipping out of Clips path to avoid the deadly sharp claws and ki blasts, Goku throwing some of his own to defend himself against Clips, dodging most but not all.
"C'mon Kackarot, give it to him!" Vegeta cheered on, gripping the fist of his injured arm tightly, hatred flowing through his veins, he wanted to fight so much, but he wasn't strong enough at this point, his super sayajin power limited.
"Go to the next level you Fuck! Your waisting time!" Vegeta cursed, angered that Goku had not yet turned super sayajin.
"Shut up Vegeta!" Goku yelled back, quickly dodging away from Clips adamant slashing, his deadly claws slicing open the ankle of Gokus gi bottoms.
"Dont you tell ME to shut up Kackarot!" Vegeta answered back in rage.
"You are too slow fool" Clips said giddily, stepping his large frame from side to side in the tight room, his shoulders a foot from each wall, giving Goku very limited dodging space.
*C'mon. C'mon tire out* Goku hoped to himself, his face in a frown he continued to try to tire Clip out. However, it just was not working, he had to go in the harder way.
Goku attacked, sending several small yellow ki blasts toward Clips head, watching as clouds of dust drowned out the blue creatures facade, he ceased the blast when he was sure some damage had been done, horror filled his eyes along with a gasp as the dust ceased, Clip was unharmed.
"Ah ah ah.. No no… not very nice" he hissed, twiddling his index claw in a 'no no' Fashion.
"Dammit" Goku cursed, hovering near the ceiling, he was about to attack again when the door opened up suddenly, and the lieutenant stepped inside. the
Vegeta looked up toward him, he did not recognise this man but the uniform was all too familiar, it was the guardian on the ice-jins world personal army, a pathetic excuse of an army to manufacture uniforms.
"Your training is done for the day, Tempo will have an audience with you shortly Goku, however you" The lieutenant began, turning his eyes toward Vegeta.
"You will stay in your cell, until the next AX training session." he finished off, turning and preparing to leave the cell.
Vegeta stepped away from the wall, still holding his slashed shoulder in place, that's when Clip followed behind the lieutenant through the smaller sized door, closing it behind them they left the two sayajin alone in the room
Vegeta growled, falling back against the wall in defeat, the palm of his white glove stained in blood, Goku dropped down to the floor gentle and paced over to Vegeta, his face emotionless.
"Let me see that" Goku said. Reaching out to grasp Vegetas arm, the prince swiftly pulled away and stood back up straight.
"I don't need your help or pity idiot, you could have finished him off, instead you played freaking hops scotch with the fucker" Vegeta cursed, more than ready to slap one to Goku, but refrained due to his injury.
"Even if I did try Vegeta, how the hell do you think we would; have escaped from here, they would have captured and killed us easily, I cant and wont let that happened!" Goku shouted, stepping toward the prince.
"If you wont do something about it then I will, I am not sitting here without a fight Kackarot, get that through your empty skull" with that Vegeta stood up and stomped toward the door, baring his teeth due to each movement of his left side caused pain to ignite in the injured left shoulder.
Goku watched silently, as Vegeta stopped at the door it opened, and two guards entered to carry him back to his cell, Vegeta being who he is preferred to walk on his own without assistance.
Soon after Goku was also taken back to his cell, as he was accompanied back by two uniformed guards holding weapons to his back Goku concentrated, it was his chance to locate the others now, his eyes shut he searched out all the small ki's around him.
His eyes snapped open when he sensed Krillin and Gohan. They seemed 100 percent and their ki's were strong, they must be close by he though, but all the cells that they passed were occupied with strangers, he didn't sense any of the others on the way.
He tilted his head back and sighed with relief, thankful that his only son and his oldest friend were still alive.
Cyndel had tried to get words from the girl in the next cell, but the girl did not even remember her name, she managed to however describe herself in appearance to the half namekian, Cyndel would them pass on this information to her mother.
"She has black/brown hair, pail tan skin and I think she said her hairs was down to her waist, hehe she made me laugh when she said she needed a brush" Cyndel communicated through the crack in the wall to Poetry.
Poetry had waited on the other side against the wall, trying to hear the conversation her daughter was having with their neighbour.
"Did you tell her what happened to us?" Poetry asked her daughter, holding onto Cyndel's green hand tightly through the crack, licking her lips as she responded.
The cells became so cold at night, and they still wore the clothing from their capture, aside from a torn blanket, they had had nothing to sleep in.
They didn't know hoe long they had been here, they had been receiving food for about a week now, Poetry would always pass more of her share over to Cyndel, her daughter was still young and needed strength.
"Yes I did, she said she is really sorry. And hope that the others are all right. She said shat she never saw her family again after they were taken aboard, mom its so sad." Cyndel said, shaking her head pitifully for the strange woman's situation.
Poetry felt the same pain, and preyed the same wouldn't happened them, for the good of the many they had found themselves in damnation, but here hopes hadn't been drowned yet, Goku and his friends were strong, they had faced so much more before this.
*You will find a way Goku, and you Vegeta, I know you will* she said in her mind, looking up toward the ceiling with hope, her hand grasping on tighter to Cyndel's through the crack.
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