Disclaimer: I don’t own DBZ or any rights to it. Maybe in an
A/U I do, but not here.
Bulma
and Chichi flitted through the forest, moving as silently as their shadows as
they hunted down the hiding place of their prey. Bulma was revelling in the
powers that her new form had given her – she could see, sell and hear everything
in the forest including the fact that they fey weren’t the only creatures in
the forest. There were other creatures that lived in the forests that watched
them past; creatures that Bulma knew weren’t loyal to Vegeta but whom she could
also feel inside of her. They were all
creatures that should have been in the underground kingdom but for reasons of
their own had moved above ground until only the dark elves lived there.
“The
last reports from the war Lord Kendal had waged against Vegeta was that Lord
Kendal had fled to his northern borders, do you know the country to the north
very well?” Chichi spoke in a hushed whisper as she padded along her eyes
flicking to the left and right, ever watchful.
“I
know the northern border line fairly well, not as well as I know the Eastern
border but well enough to know where they would have gone.” Bulma was slinking
along next to Chichi, her tail wrapped around her waist for protection, every
now and again one of Bulma’s tufted ears would flick back as she listened to
the faeries as they flitted unseen around them. She could feel their excitement
at the presence of a new queen, and while she did not understand it, she knew
they were pleased.
“Good,
I’m more of a southern gal if you know what I mean, I know the country down
south…” Chichi chuckled slightly at her joke,
Bulma
rolled her eyes. “That wasn’t even remotely funny, Chichi.”
“Yes
it was! But, my mistress of eternal night, if you say it was not funny then I
have no choice but to believe you.” Chichi gave an exaggerated smile and
laughed when Bulma growled and playfully lashed out at her with a clawed hand,
“Oooooh! My Queen of all things dark, pleeeeaaaase don’t hurt me!” Chichi
laughed again and began to bound along like an over excited puppy. “I can’t
believe we have a queen! A real queen I mean! I feel so much lighter…”
“Sssh!
What was that?” Bulma paused as she heard the sound of horses moving through
the forest. Chichi paused beside her and cocked head to the side as she
listened.
“They’re
horses…and they aren’t fey horses…or wild horses. These are tame horses; only
they could make so much noise. At a guess my blue haired sorceress I’d say we
have managed to most admirably sneak up on one of your good Lords patrols.”
Chichi have an evil smile that looked amazingly like Vegeta’s, “May I eradicate
them for you?”
“What?
Kill them!” Bulma whispered franticly, “Are you INSANE! We are not going to
kill them, I don’t care what you say, it’s right out of the question. We’ll
simply take them by surprise and…tie them up…or knock them out…or some such
thing.”
“If
my Lady wishes it…it would have been nice to have a good fight, ah well there’s
always next time. So…how exactly do you want to do this?”
“Well…we
could…Ummm…Oh Chichi! I don’t know! I’m so new to this! The leopard side to me
is telling me to climb a tree and drop onto them but that’s silly because there
are five men that I can hear!”
“There
are five men indeed. If I may suggest something My Dark Queen?” Bulma nodded
and Chichi smiled and continued, “I could distract them while you pick off the
two men at the back of the party, once they’re gone I could take the three men
at the front.”
“What
if you get hurt?”
“Then
you can avenge my death.” Chichi gave her a grin, “Don’t despair my pretty
little Lady of the stars, it takes a lot to kill a Fey.”
“I
thought Fey were allergic to iron?” Bulma narrowed her eyes, knowing full well
that the guards in the trees ahead would have weapons made from iron.
“Well…we…err…are.
But don’t you stress, the guards in the trees ahead will never hit me, and if
they do then it will take more then one slice from a blade to stop me, it will
hurt a lot, I know from experience, but it wont kill me.” Chichi looked
expectantly at Bulma, “Well my friend? Are you up for it?”
“I…suppose.”
Bulma scuffed the dirt with the toe of her boot, “I have a bad feeling about
this though.”
“Like
I said, don’t worry. Now lets go before we lose the guards.” Chichi turned and
trotted off, motioning for Bulma to sneak up behind the patrol as they crashed
through the under bush.
Vegeta
could only barely see Chichi and Bulma, his viewing pool was unable to scry
well above ground when the sun was highest, and as soon as Chichi and Bulma
began to travel again he would lose them he knew.
“Vegeta,
you’ve been staring into the water like some kind of night hag for hours…why
don’t you take a rest?” Goku didn’t other to look up as he spoke, knowing that
Vegeta’s stubbornness would keep him seated, staring into the viewing pool
until he could no longer see his lover.
Goku
glanced up and shrugged when it became apparent that Vegeta had either not
heard him or was ignoring him, either way it didn’t matter much to him. Goku
concentrated on throwing grapes into an empty cup on the table; it was always
so boring when Vegeta would scry. If only Chichi hadn’t gone, she could have
amused him…a sly smile came over Goku’s face as he thought of all the ways
Chichi could amuse him; surely she would be back soon?
Chichi
sauntered out of the forest and into the path of the oncoming patrol that
pulled their horses up with muttered curses and oaths,
“You
there! Who are you?” The man squinted in the dim moonlight and tried to make to
Chichi’s features, Chichi let out a seductive giggle and slowly made her way
closer to the men, she walked with a hip-swaying walk and had unbound her hair
so it seemed to float around her.
“I’m
naught but a farmers daughter, good sir, I got lost in the woods.” Chichi let
out another of her giggles and the men in the patrol shifted on their horses in
eagerness to see her.
Bulma
crept up behind them as silent as a stalking cat and pulled one man from his
horse so quickly and quietly that no one heard or saw her take him. She rammed
a fist up under his chin and with a quiet groan he slid to the ground and was
still. Bulma crept back and grabbed another man who was so enraptured with
Chichi that he had no chance to fight against her as she knocked him out as
soundly as she had his friend.
Bulma
heard Chichi let out a war cry and heard the men scream in half fear as Chichi
threw herself at them like some kind of she devil, her sword drawn.
“Don’t
kill them!” Bulma hollered as she sprung up onto the back of the last of the
men she had targeted and brought him crashing to the ground, they rolled over
and over, each of them grunting and muttering as they fought to better the
other.
Finally
the man managed to hit Bulma and send her spinning to the ground, where she
curled up and pretended to cry;
“How
could you hit a simple woman? I was trying to save you…” Bulma looked up at
him, her face a picture of innocence in the moonlight that hid all her fey
features.
“I’m
sorry I…” The man reached out a hand and Bulma screamed and lashed out with her
clawed hands, raking her nails down his face and managed to gouge out one of
his eyes. She kicked him in the stomach and then punched him in the temple,
then finally with a gasp of disbelief he sank to his knees and Bulma kicked him
in the face, leaving him lying unconscious on the ground.
“You
alright Chichi?” Bulma dusted off her clothes and gently rubbed at the spot
where the man had punched her, with a groan she sank to the ground. The ground
hummed a welcome and Bulma felt some of the earthy magic seep into her bones.
Chichi came trotting over, wiping a streak of blood on one cheek as she knelt
by Bulma and lifted her face up so she could see the bruise already forming on
Bulma’s face. As Chichi’s gentle fingers danced lightly over he bruise Bulma
found the fey part of her calling to Chichi, summoning her, asking her to help
her heal.
“That’s
a nasty punch, but you took it like a woman.” Chichi pulled Bulma closer and
for a minute she thought Chichi would kiss her, but instead she turned Bulma’s
face slight away and began to lick the bruise, much like a wolf will lick her
sisters wounds.