Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Anything Could Happen ❯ Chapter 6

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He was dead. Frieza was dead. After all of his plotting and planning he was finally dead. And he was certain that he wasn't the one responsible. He looked to the young woman coiled on the floor and felt a great respect come over him. Bulma had killed Frieza. Because of her the nightmare that his life had become was finally over. They were both free now. He couldn't accept this ramifications of this. Everything had just changed while he was in the throes of a heart-stopping orgasm. He glanced at Bulma again. Her thighs stained with a milky-white substance. So he hadpulled out. But how much of it got in before he did? Either way, she was no longer a virgin, or clean. She'd just had two of the filthiest beings in the universe in her body. Surely she wasn't going to be calm when she woke up. Hell, he wouldn't be. He wasn't when he grasped what had happened the first time he woke up sore and bleeding where he shouldn't have been. He looked again to her thighs. It served to be a most erotic sight. She'd relaxed a little more, laying on her back now. Despite the trauma of the overall experience, she seemed to have enjoyed herself. The come on her thighs was like a marking. He had claimed her as his and she now wore the most intimate reminder of that. Of course it would be washed away when she was cleansed, but she would smell of him for days after. Would he be able to deal with that? Having her walk around smelling of him? Serving as a notice to others that he had had his way with her. She would be horrified when she woke, but he couldn't be totally disturbed. He'd have to keep his distance now. From his beautiful blue goddess he would have to remain at a distance. She'd need her space now more than ever. Very slowly she began to rouse from her shock-induced slumber. She leaned up on the table a sick look over her face. She frowned as her eyes came to Frieza's decapitated form. She glanced to Vejita in askance. He merely frowned and nodded towards her. Her eyes widened.

"I did this?" she asked incredulously.

"I didn't. I would have been far messier. Are you alright?"

As he asked she promptly began to throw up. As the quaking stopped she turned to him.

"That was incredible, until trash was shoved into my mouth. I think I'd like to try it again without the Frieza part. If you're up to it?" she asked.

Vejita froze. Was she serious? She'd just been raped and molested and wanted her rapist to take her again? Vejita hesitated before Bulma shifted and made a face.

"My thighs are sticky."

She looked between her legs and tentatively touched the sticky substance. She rubbed it between her fingers and was surprised at the way it webbed when she pulled them apart. Without a thought she brought her tainted finger to her mouth and licked the come from it. Vejita watched as she smiled and groaned appreciatively at the taste. He watched her every move quietly. Surely she wasn't thinking of…

Her hands traveled to her thighs once more and scooped up the fluid and began to greedily lick all of his come away.

"You taste really good Vejita. It's sweet and salty. Can I have a little more of it?" she asked innocently.

He sat there unable to respond to her question. His shock was evident as he regarded her silently. She cocked her head to the side when he didn't answer.

"Didn't it come from here?" she asked as she grabbed his throbbing erection.

He gasped and choked for a minute before grabbing her hand.

"Yes, I need you to show me how to get it out. Wait, maybe I can figure it out."

Her hand began to move beneath his in a slow purposeful up and down motion. Just as he was about to get some sorely needed relief, she vanished.

Lurching up in his bed Vejita became aware of voices outside of his door.

"…no Lord Frieza, I'm still a virgin."

"Are you certain? You and Vejita seemed very close before you time with the Trionians began," came Frieza's voice.

"I can assure you that Vejita and I have never had any sexual meeting. There was never time. Or desire. I was only a child."

"That's true. But you are a child no longer. You are a young woman Bulma and it's high time that you learned what all that entailed. Follow me," Frieza ordered.

"But sire, I thought that you wanted me to prepare to go to Earth?" she asked.

"There will be time for that later. Right now you will service me."

Vejita had long since come to the door to listen and dress, but he hadn't expected to need to leave the room. He failed to stifle a growl as he broke through the door to see Bulma backed against the wall and Frieza closing in on her. He fired a blast at the maniacal tyrant just a moment too late. Frieza caught it and flung it towards the wall.

"Now, now dear Vejita. I'll play with you as much as you want as soon as I am done with our young friend here," Frieza said darkly.

Bulma suddenly stood her ground refusing to cower before the creature. If Vejita was willing to fight then why couldn't she be as well. After all it was her body and not his that was being threatened. Surely she would defend herself. She was a leader. If she didn't stand for this shit on Trion, why should she stand for it now?

"Get away from me."

Frieza turned mirthless eyes to her and let out a bark of laughter.

"You are mine soldier. You do not give the orders, you follow them."

"I've got a proposition for you Frieza," Vejita called.

Frieza sighed and folded his arms.

"A proposition from the monkey? What is it? A bunch of bananas to let you go first?" he hissed.

"A battle. The winner gets Bulma."

"What?"

"A worthy prize, is she not?"

"Just you and me, monkey prince?"

"You, me…and her."

"Are you totally out of your mind, saiyan?"

"I am a warrior also. I would fight for myself. If I win, you'll never touch me again," she said.

"If I win, she belongs to no one but me," Vejita declared.

"When I win you will both come to me without question or delay from now on."

Vejita and Bulma thought on this for a moment. The stakes were high and failure did not seem an option. They would have to win, or die by their own hands at the alternative. Bulma nodded wordlessly. Vejita merely powered up. Frieza cackled as he ventured to his private training room. The invitation, clear if unspoken. They followed silently, tensely awaiting the battle.