ROMANCE: The Alien Tyrant's Prey - The Frozen Planet: Science Fiction Romance - A Sci-fi Alien Invasion Romance Dinosaurs Thriller HEA Story Book (Bonita and Zaak's Sci Fi Romance Adventure 2) (5 page)

“Oh, please, leave me alone!” Bonita screams, kicking.

“Stay still, Bonita.   Ouch, my tummy.”  Savior steps back, holding his soft underbelly.

Bonita is so happy to find that she can kick now.  Raising her foot high, she readies herself for the next attack.

Unfortunately, Savior is much faster than she’d imagined.  Within seconds, she lost everything but her bra and g-string.

“Leave me alone, you bastard!” Bonita kicks and scratches her way to the wok.   The moment her body is dropping to the boiling water, she closes her eyes and lets out a tiny cry, “Mom…”

With a huge splash, she sinks to the bottom of the wok.  Then her body comes up again.  
Odd, this is not hot at all.

Savior puts a small pillow under her neck and steps back.  “You feel… okay?”

She looks at the steamy bubbles surrounding her body.  Oh, wow, this feels like… a warm bath.  And honestly, not as hot as what she would have liked it.

“Um… I guess so.  Sorry, I hurt you.” She looks at the long scratches on Savor’s face, blushing.  “Um, I thought you were… going to… cook me.”

“Cook you?” the same words comes out from both the lizards’  mouths. 
Nice.

“Yeah, see, boiling water.  Why is it not burning me?”

“Beats me.”  Savior rolls his eyes and then looks at the deep wrinkles on his papa’s face, hoping that the experienced brain has the answer. Thornken scratches the few scales still available in between his worn-out horns and wiggles his funny looking ears a few times.  “Um… Heck! I wish I knew.”

In fact, Zaak could have told Bonita the secret had the flying dinosaur not visited them at the hot spring.   The Le Jura atmosphere is very thin, allowing the water to boil near eighty degrees Fahrenheit.   It’s warm enough for a regular bath.  But to remove the ice from Bonita’s legs and restore the blood circulation of her body, a higher temperature is needed.

Bonita is so thankful for everything they did.  But she’s kind of embarrassed by the fact that Savior took off her clothes without her permission.   Is this their tribe’s way of treating women?   Bonita peeks at Savior.  He is now busy preparing some food.   His body is all exposed except for a seaweed ‘miniskirt’ covering his crotch and two third of his butt.

Oh, boy! 

Now Bonita remembers something.   The Hibvuurorian girls at the hotel were all wearing the same ‘miniskirts’ but nothing else.  Their boobs are fully exposed.  But she didn’t notice that because their bodies are all covered by fine scales like… a lizard.

After a few more ‘cooking’ sessions in the wok, Bonita felt as good as new.   Savior is kind enough to spend his time hunting, catching a few seals for her though he himself eats seaweed exclusively.  The streamlined bodies tell Bonita that they can swim gracefully.  However, their bodies are covered by semi-transparent scales like fish.  

She hates the idea that they had to kill for her.  But she does need the protein to recover.

Zaak, where are you now?  Are you still alive? Please be alive!  Let’s go home together.

She looks at the purplish sky, wondering…

Zaak wakes up in the darkness.  

A tiny sliver of moon is hanging at the far corner of the sky, casting a mysterious layer of silver light on the ground.

He can smell the sea.  The breeze is wet and salty.  Occasionally, a few splashes rise high, sending a set of waves to the shore, one after another.  The whale-sized sea monsters are having fun.  

Maybe it’s a family? 

Maybe.  But it doesn’t matter for Zaak.  

He hears water running, and feels the warmth from the river.  He has been dumped at a river mouth, where the hot spring water is returning back to the vast ocean.

He knows that Lar DeVito has chosen this place carefully.   Zaak doesn’t see any houses around.  So it must be far away from people.  He has not been dumped into the cold seawater or eaten alive.   With the warm water from the inland, he is going to be alive for as long as his body can stand the Komodo Cipta’s deadly poison.

“A quick death is too much of a fucking luxury for you, General.”  Lar DeVito’s vicious voice comes back to his head.

Fuck, we will see.

A tiny smile appears on his face.  Soon it grows big.   He is a soldier, and a
tough
one.  He knows how to survive anywhere, under any conditions. He is still alive. He will survive.

“Lar DeVito, you’re dead!” His yelling is followed by a loud laugh.   An executable plan has been formed: He will survive, bring his new bride home, and then bring his troops back to this fucking planet once more!

Zaak keeps digging.  He has had enough crabs, shrimps, and wiggling worms for his brunch.  And his nails are bleeding.  But he refuses to stop.     

More and more flying dinosaurs are circling the sky.  Every once in a while, they hold their broad wings and dive straight into the water.  A lot of smaller birds follow.  The surface of the sea turns bright silver.  That’s the sign that some dangerous sea monsters are attacking from under, chasing a large school of fish to the surface.

The twin suns rise high on the sky but the weak light does nothing to warm up the air.   Zaak rolls into the hole that he dug and then pushes the sand and mud back to cover his body.   He then rubs some mud on his face with the same care as Bonita applying her foundation.

Finally, he looks at the sky and whistles.   The sunshine looks weak, but the rays can burn his skin in just a couple hours.  

It’s already the third day.  Zaak feels that he is recovering.  With good food (well, wiggling worms are fresh, aren’t they?) and constant hot baths in the river, he is recovering pretty well.

He’s sure that within two or three days, he will be well enough to walk.  He will be ready to go find Bonita in one or two weeks.

He begins to think about the strategy to find her.   He doesn’t know where she is and how well she is surviving.  But he believes that she is alive. 

Well, people may call this belief blind.  But this is the only way he can keep hope.  So, he imagines Bonita having fun with some friendly alien habitants.

Heck, maybe I should have brought her somewhere else?

He stares at the sky, thinking…

Then he falls asleep.

“Fuck!” Zaak screams.   He rolls out of the mud hole and check.  Weird, there are no bites on his leg.  But he feels that thousands of tiny bugs are biting deep into his flesh.  He doesn’t feel the pain, but the itch is driving him crazy.

He rolls into the hot water to wash out the mud.  The heat makes it worse.  “Goddamnit!”  He scratches hard.  Soon, blood runs down his leg.  Fuck, it’s all dark purple. 

Now he is scratching with both hands, screaming.   A few moments later, he drops to the ground, rolling.   “Oh, please, kill me!  Fuck!  Kill me now!  Lar DeVito, you mother fucker bastard!”

Now he realizes why his Komodo Cipta poisoned soldiers have committed suicide.  He struggles for a few more minutes and dives into the ice cold sea.   “Bonita, I’m sorry I have to leave now.  I’m so sorry, Bonita!”  He now looks forward to death.

Birds on the beach startle, spreading their wings and zooming into the sky…

“Hey, Savior, you’re back.” Bonita gives Savior a big smile.  He has been on the looking for Zaak. It’s been two weeks since Bonita has last seen him.

“Yes, I am.  How are you, Bonita?” His voice is cheerful but he is trying to avoid her eyes.

“I’m fine.  So…” Bonita is eager to know any information about Zaak.  Any information is welcome though every day she feared for the worst.

“Give me a sec, okay?  Let me change first.”  Without waiting for her response, Savior rushes to his own room.

Heck, a rough man like you needs to change?  You don’t wear much, right? 
Bonita stares at his only dress, a seaweed loincloth barely covering his fat ass. 

Something must have gone wrong. She feels a pressure behind her eyes.   She kicks off her shoes and tiptoes to Savior’s room.

“P-a, p-a…” Savior calls with a tiny voice. Bonita sees a hoofed finger and a triangular nostril sticking out from Savior’s room.   Then the old chief shuffles in.

Gosh, what’s going on?
  Bonita tries hard to hold back her tears.  She listens carefully but couldn’t figure anything out, not because the conversation is too quiet, but because they have switched to a local dialect that Bonita couldn’t understand.

Is Zaak… dead?

The world starts to spin under her feet, and she almost drops to the ground.

After a long while, the two men come out to see the red-eyed, weeping Bonita curled up near door.  “Sorry…” She wipes her tears.

“We understand, Bonita.”  Thornken sounds like a kind father.  “Sit down, please.  We definitely have some news for you.”

“Is it… bad news?” She blinks her eyes a few times to hold back her tears.  But they run down her cheeks anyway, speckling the floor.

They sit at the kitchen table.

“Savior.” Thornken looks at his son, nodding.

“Um… okay.” Savior looks at his papa and then Bonita.   “We searched the town and talked to people.  Then we searched the surrounding areas.”

“Did you see him?” Bonita looks at Savior’s lips.  She knows a
yes
mean her husband is dead.  And a
no
means… he is missing.  Missing on the ice land?  She doesn’t want to think further.

“No.” Savior’s voice is low and flat.

“Oh, Lord.”  Bonita can hardly sit straight now.

“But we did get some news.”

“You did?  Savior, you did?” She holds his hand tight.  After a few moments, she lets go of his hand.  “Sorry.”

“People saw him being dragged away by Lar DeVito’s guys.  So he should be okay, I guess.” Savior’s voice is hardly audible by the end of the sentence.  He knows Lar DeVito too well.  For him, any creature is just a piece of meat, including his own people to be punished for wrongdoings.

“God…” Bonita drops her body completely on the chair.  Her last hope is gone.  

“Bonita!  Bonita!”  They put her on the floor and bring her some water.  After a long while, Bonita struggles to sit up.   “I want to kill them.   I know how to fight.”  She looks around, trying to find a weapon she can use.  

But there are no weapons.  

Hibvuurorians are peaceful people.  They are good at collecting seaweeds and making all kinds of food and drink out of the plants.  

Thornken sits on the floor, looking right into her eyes.  “Bonita, we understand how you feel.  But you should never give up.  General V’Sevolid is a great soldier.  He defeated those monsters once.  Sure he will defeat them again.”

“What am I going to do now?” Bonita sobs.

“You will have to go with us.”

“Go… where?”

“Look, the Canivuurorians seem to know where you’re now.  They’re coming.  Let’s go to the valley and hide.”

“No, I don’t want to hide.  You guys go.  I’ll stay.”  She thinks for a moment and then stands up.   “They come for me, right?  I’ll leave.  Then they will not give you trouble.”

“Bonita, you’re our guest.  As the tribe tradition, we will protect our guests with our lives.”

The conversation goes on for another twenty five minutes with no conclusion.   Finally Thornken decides that they will stay for now.  But Savior and his guys will keep an eye on those Canivuurorians.

Day by day, more guys bring back the bad news: The Canivuurorians are coming. 

And they are moving
fast
!