Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Beauty Within The Beast ❯ Traitor ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Dark Angel Of Love 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Suspense / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.30.2012 | Updated On: 02.20.2012 | Pages: 3 | Words: 8.2K | Visits: 741 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Suspense / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.30.2012 | Updated On: 02.20.2012 | Pages: 3 | Words: 8.2K | Visits: 741 | Status: Work In Progress
Hello everyone. First off I want to say that this is my first DBZ fic, and it's an AU, cause I love the idea of taking Vegeta and making him bend to my will….. Secondly I would like to say that there are going to be parts of this story that are VERY dark and/or mature. In this chapter alone there is rape and yuri and strong language. So please, if you are not mature enough to read this click the back button and go read something else ok kidies?
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z, I just want to borrow Vegeta for some fun time :3
The blood just wouldn't come off, no matter how much soap she used or how hard she scrubbed. The blood was like a permanent fixture on her knuckles and under her fingernails. She could taste the copper in the air and see red pooling on the floor from the corner of her eye. In an effort to keep her stomach from emptying it self she refocused her thoughts on getting her hands clean. She just needed more soap and hotter water that's all, and then it would come off no sweat. She turned the hot facet all the way up and watched as her hands turned red and the pieces of the broken mirror above the sink started to fog from the heat. In the back of her mind she heard a little voice telling her that her hands were burning, but she ignored it.
The blood HAD to come off.
As the heat became too much for her delicate hands to take, she pulled them back from the scolding water and inspected every inch of her skin. She checked under each of her fingernails, between each finger, and in between the folds of her skin on her knuckles.
Satisfied that the blood was gone she turned her attention to her reflection, and almost fainted at the sight of her self.
Her eyes were wide and wild looking, her hair was sticking in every direction imaginable, her clothing was ripped and hanging limply from her body, and her skin was horribly pale. But all that wasn't what scared her, what scared her half to death was the fact that she was covered in blood. From head to toe there wasn't an inch of her body that didn't have droplets, smears or full on hand prints of blood. Even the ends of her unruly hair were dripping with the red substance. Her mind went numb for a second as she thought absently that it reminded her of an art class she took once as a child. The teacher had given the children water-soluble paint and encouraged them to use the tips of their hair as brushes.
I wonder if I could write my name with my hair right now?
She snapped back to reality and frantically started to strip her clothing off of her. She took a step back from her spot in front of the broken mirror and stepped into something slick. She looked down and saw her foot in a puddle of blood that had seeped behind her from the cooling body that lay just three feet from her. In her hast to get her foot out of the offensive puddle she missed stepped and fell flat on her bottom into the blood. She scrambled up from the floor and finished undressing herself. Without a glance behind her she walked carefully over to the shower stall and once again turned the water on as hot as it would go and stood under the scolding spray. She started to scrub her self with a bar of soap and she let her mind wander. She thought back to what had gotten her into this situation in the first place.
/
Bulma was terrified as she walked down the hallway to her father's conference room at Capsule Corp. Her entire being shook with fear, her hands were cold and clammy, and a thin sheen of sweat had broken out on her forehead. She had been dreading this moment since Lord Frieza's messenger, a purple scaled lizard looking thing, had arrived a week ago, and told her father that Lord Frieza would be in communications range within the week and wished to speak to him. He ordered Bulma to be present as well. The messenger was to stay and guard her and her father, like every time before, until the conference to make sure they did not try to escape.
Every being in the galaxy knew that a conference with Lord Frieza usually meant one of two things. One, you did something wrong and you were going to die for your mistake, after Lord Frieza had the pleasure of telling you exactly what you did wrong and how you were going to die. Or two, you did something right and he wanted to 'reward' you.
You would think being rewarded for a job well done would be a good thing, but Lord Frieza's idea of being rewarded was to move you to his ship; his floating palace.
If you were smart, if you were a good fighter or if you had the great misfortune of being beautiful, he wanted you where he could always have you. You were brought to his palace under the pretense that you were being given a great honor. You would be working directly for your Lord. In reality, you had just become his slave. If you were smart, you were sent to one of his labs; the smarter you were the higher you were on the food chain and the closer you were to Lord Frieza. You would be working on new technology and weaponry, anything that would make his Empire stronger. If you were strong or a good fighter, you were drafted into the military. You were trained to fight better, become stronger, become perfect killing machine. The stronger you were, the better fighter you were, the closer you were to Lord Frieza. If you had the great misfortune of being beautiful, you were sent straight to Lord Frieza's bedchambers. Women and men alike, gender did not concern him, if you were beautiful you were his. Then once he grew tired of you, you were sent down to the whore's quarters so the solders could have you.
It became so that fathers started hiding their daughters from their worlds so that no one could take them away. Lord Frieza had placed his people on every planet that was under his domain; nothing was done without his knowledge. You could never trust a stranger, and sometimes, you couldn't trust a friend.
The doors to the conference room slid open, drawing the blue haired beauty out of her thoughts. Her father, the head of Capsule Cooperation sat at the end of a long red wood table, facing the right wall, rubbing his eyes with his left hand and holding a file in his right. He looked up as she walked in, and for the first time in his life her father looked his age. Older even. Doctor Briefs was 57 years old, but today he could have easily passed for 75. His lavender colored hair was in disarray, sticking in every direction imaginable, he had dark bags under his listless eyes that seemed to be glossed over and his skin had taken on a ghastly gray color.
"Ah, good morning Bulma. How is my little earthling princess doing?" The overly sweet, scratchy voice made Bulma turn her attention to the giant flat screen on the wall. There, sitting in all his pink and purple glory, was Lord Frieza. She had not had to look upon his disgusting face in over five years; her father handled all the contact between the Ice-jins and earth. But since he had requested her presents, there was no way she could deny him. She swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to conceal the shiver that ran down her spine. She brushed her sweat coated hands off on her black knee length skirt before fisting her right hand and placing it above her heart and bowing to her Lord.
"I am doing well Lord Frieza."
"Good. Now have a seat, we have much to discuss." She sat down next to her father, who let go of the file and reached under the table to grab her hand, squeezing it to try and give her some comfort. She squeezed back trying to give him some comfort as well, but she was feeling anything but comforted at that moment. "Now Bulma, this gravity room of yours is absolutely ingenious. I have been looking over the blue prints for several days and I can find no flaws in it. But I have to know, is this just a theory or do you have a working prototype?"
Bulma had to chose her words carefully. One word out of place, or said incorrectly could send the tyrant into a hissy fit and doom, at best just her, at worst her entire world.
"Well the blue prints that my associate, Doctor Yamara, sent to you are the final in the development stage. All of the figures and equations have been tested time and time again and everything is working out as planed. Now as far as a prototype, I'm afraid Doctor Yamara got a little... excited and sent you the plans far too early. We have gathered all the materials needed to construct the first prototype, but... I'm afraid that we might not have a working module for awhile now." She prayed. She prayed with all her might that the tyrant would see this invention of hers was worth the wait. And she prayed that Doctor Yamara would get hit by a bus on the way to work today, the prick.
"Well, that is perfectly understandable. You are a genius Bulma, not a miracle worker." She and her father both let out breaths that they didn't know they were holding. "But you do realize what these gravity rooms would do for my army correct? This means the faster you get this little project of yours off the ground the faster my army will grow. Are we understanding each other?"
His twisted smile sent her stomach into convulsions. Under the table her fathers grip on her hand became vice like. She was sure that her finger nail beds were turning blue from lack of oxygen, but she couldn't being her self to pull away from him. His grip was the only thing anchoring her to reality.
"Y-yes Lord Frieza I- that is my father and I, understand perfectly. We will focus all of our resources on the GRs, and we will not even look at another project until they are perfected."
"Yes, I'm sure you would. My little earthling princess knows not to make her Lord unhappy. But honestly, my pet, I would feel much better if you were, closer to home, so to speak. That's why I'm having you relocated to my privet laboratory in my palace."
She was sure her heart stopped. She stared shaking and her head started spinning, she was sure that she would have passed out if it wasn't for the grip that her father had on her hand, which if at all possible, became even tighter. She stared at the tyrants face and felt a new rage starting to boil up inside of her. This man had taken almost everything she had away from her, and now he wanted her as well. She wanted to kick and scream and tell him to go fuck him self. But that would do nothing but kill her faster and destroy her world.
"But surely, Lord Frieza, in the time that is would take me to travel to your palace I could have created half a dozen prototypes."
"Yes this is true, but in anticipation to your genius, I have sent Airzin in a virtual floating laboratory. It will take you six months to arrive at my palace, in witch time I expect you to have created a working prototype. At the point when you arrive at my palace I will have left for the Omega quadrant. Though I regret that I will not be there to welcome you to your new home, it cannot be avoided. I will return another six months after your arrival, and by then I expect to have a fully perfected, fully functional gravity room. You will be the lead of this project of course, and you will be placed in the highest ranking laboratory with any and all resources at your disposal, including my staff, some of the most ingenious minds in the universe and any, how should I put this, guinea pigs, you need for testing purposes." He let out a soft chuckle, as if laughing at an old privet joke.
Any ounce of hope that she had left in her body was crushed by his words. Deep down in her heart she knew that this was going to happen. For so long now she had tried to keep a low profile as an inventor, only creating little trivial things that would make every day life easier for the empire, and leaving the big stuff for her father and trying to keep under Lord Frieza's radar.
She had learned her lesson the hard way.
Her mother, Bunny Briefs, had been an inventor just like her self and her father. She was a beautiful woman who loved being a mother and wife, but she loved her work just as much. When Bulma had been only six, Bunny had invented a pod for space travel that was twice as fast as anything Lord Frieza had in his empire. They only held one person each, but it was a quick and effective way to send his solders where he wanted them. Lord Frieza wanted to 'reward' her for her excellent work, and sent for her. He insisted that there were improvements that could be made on the pods and he wanted to personally watch the developments. The image of her mothers tear stained face as she got on that ship was forever burned into her memory. She could still hear Bunny telling her not to worry, that she'd be home soon and that she loved her and her father very much. That had been nineteen years ago. She never saw her mother again. Her father once asked Lord Frieza how his wife was doing, and he told him that she was doing fine, and not to worry about her. Ice-jin talk for 'never bring it up again'.
Bulma missed her mother dearly, and now she might have the chance to see her again if she was still alive. But she knew that if she were sent to Lord Frieza she would never see her father or her world again.
That prick Yamara was responsible for this
Bulma was the leader of a small rebellion organization started by her mother called the Red Ribbon society, whose soul purpose was to bring down the Ice-jin Empire. There were not many left in her organization, less then a fifty and most of them here on earth, but she did have a few spies on neighboring planets and she had found what Lord Frieza could not. A few like her self that had tried to hid them selves away from the tyrants clutches. A hand full of geniuses that now worked for her in an underground laboratory a few miles west of Capsule Corp working on everything under the sun, from biological warfare to weapons of mas destruction, anything that would bring the Cold's down. She worked on her own projects down there as well to keep them away from prying eyes. You could hardly ever trust a co-worker.
She had been working with Doctor Yamara for almost two years now, and aside from being a little jumpy, he had seemed to be a fine scientist and she had thought that he would make a great addition to the Red Ribbons. But one night about two months ago, Bulma had made a grave mistake. She was so close to completing the final blue prints for the gravity room, her baby, that she had stayed up for almost three days straight to finish them. In her sleep-deprived state, she accidentally grabbed the capsule that contained the blue prints and shoved it into her purse as she packed up to leave the underground lab that night. The next day, after a night of much needed sleep, she dumped her purse out on her desk at her lab in the main Capsule Corp building looking for her chewing gum, she didn't notice the capsule roll away, and she didn't notice Yamara picking up the capsule as he walked by. The little fucker decided to open it and when he saw the blue prints he thought he'd get into Lord Frieza's good graces by sending him copy's of the blue prints electronically, thus putting her in the possession she was in now.
She prayed a little harder that he was run over walking today.
She was going to be living on the same vessel as the Ice prince, and she was sure that every inch of that ship was under constant surveillance, there would be no way for her to run the Red Ribbon from there. Somehow in the next few days before her departure, should would have to find a way to a message to her second in command Juu, third greatest mind on earth. It was going to be her responsibility to lead them now. She would have to find a way to give her all her codes, passwords and any blue prints she had left for weapons.
"Are these terms acceptable Bulma?" Lord Frieza's voice brought her back to the matter at hand. She knew that the question was hiding a statement, either she did as she was told or she, and possibly her world, would be destroyed.
"Of course Lord Frieza, I will start packing right away."
"Good girl. Oh, and Bulma, make sure you pack light. You absolutely must give me the chance to take you on a royal shopping spree as a thank you. I must admit that I am looking forward to dressing up such a beautiful doll." The smirk on his face sent a river of ice water cascading down her spine.
"Y-yes Lord Frieza."
"Fare well Bulma, I shall see you soon." Without a glance her father's way, he ended the conference making the screen go black. The second his face left the screen Bulma burst into tears and her father pulled her into his arms, holding her so close that for just a second she thought she might be able to crawl under his skin and hide from the hideous monster that she was being sent to.
"Daddy" It was the only word she could manage to get out between sobs.
"Bulma baby, I swear on my life and every life on this God forsaken earth that I will find a way to bring you back. I won't lose you like I lost your mother." His voice shook with the strain of trying to keep it from cracking, but she could feel the wetness from his tears on her hair. It just made her cry even harder. Bulma had always prided her self on being a strong independent woman, ever since she was little. She had to be the woman in the house since her mother had been taken away. Her father had tried to replace the mother that she didn't have any more, but he was just too busy trying to run the world and Capsule Corp to form a bond with his daughter. He loved her very much, just like any father would love his daughter, but he just had too many people to look after to spend any quality time with her. So she learned to do things on her own. It wasn't very hard since she had been born to two geniuses, while other children had been learning their ABC's she had been learning quantum physics. How else had she made Vice President of Capsule Corp at only 16? She had more degrees, PHD's, and MD's then she knew what to do with, but she had done all of it on her own. And now here she was crying into her father's arms, cleaning to him for comfort, feeling much like the little girl who lost her mother all those years ago.
"Oh God daddy, what are we going to do? He can't get his hands on the gravity room, he just can't! We'll never be able to stop him if his solders are training with them. I swear to God if I see Yamara before I leave I'm going to fucking kill him my self!" Her threat sounded more like a four year olds temper tantrum between the sobs.
"Calm down sweetheart, and leave him too me. I'll make sure he's taken care of." She wasn't sure what he meant by that, but then again, she really didn't want to know.
There was a knock on the conference room doors and someone was calling out to them. Bulma pulled away from her father and wiped the tears from her face and took a deep calming breath. She looked at her father who gave a slight nod of his head before getting up from his chair. She gave him a small nod back before pressing the release button on the wall, causing the doors to slide open. The purple lizard man, Airzin Lord Frieza had called him, was standing outside the door waiting for them.
"Miss Briefs I have been ordered to take off at oh nine hundred tomorrow. Please make sure you are ready to depart by then."
"You have got to be kidding me." Bulma spat at the man-thing. "I can't be ready by tomorrow morning! I have so much to do before I can leave. I have people I need to see, projects I need to transfer and all my pack-"
"Then I suggest that you get to it Miss Briefs. Lord Frieza has given me this order directly and I will not have my hide on the line because you can't get your shit together." Giving her one last disgusted glance he walked away, leaving behind a very pissed Bulma. She thought she would have at lest two days before having to leave, but now she only had the rest of today and tonight to get her affairs in order. She decided that her father could handle spreading out her official projects at Capsule Corp to the other employees.
Right now she had to find Juu.
/
That evening Capsule Corp closed down early to throw a going away party for the heiress. Her coworkers and her employees had gathered in the newly cleared out employee lounge to say goodbye to their boss, their coworker, and their friend. The one person that was absent that night was Doctor Yamara, though no one really noticed. Everyone was trying to keep the conversation happy and lite, and trying to remain optimistic that she would be back in a few years, with more knowledge and more plans that would propel Capsule Corp even higher in the technology field. In reality, under their smiles and well wishes she could see the look of sadness and doubt in their eyes. Some of her closest friends and fellow members of Red Ribbon couldn't hide their emotions and openly cried when she was near. She would console them to the best of her ability and softly remind them that they were being watched. Airzin was standing in a shadowed corner of the room, watching everyone carefully, especially her. She moved her eyes away from the lizard man, wishing he would drop dead, and spotted Juu across the room. The blond gave a nod of her head, and Bulma knew it was time.
She walked towards Juu and took her out stretched hand. Hand in hand they made their way out of Capsule Corps main building and entered the adjoining building that housed the Briefs privet living areas. Once the door had been closed behind them Bulma was gently pushed up against it before a pair of soft lips descended upon hers. She wrapped her arms around the taller woman's neck before returning the kiss eagerly. Slowly they made their way up to the second floor of the building were Bulma's bedroom was. Halfway down the hall Juu pushed her back up against the wall lifting her up by her bottom so that she could wrap her legs around her wast. Juu's hand slowly started travailing from Bulma's bottom to her hip, from her hip to her side and finally from her side to the soft mounds of her breast, needed the supple mound gently and rubbing her thumb over the hard nipple through the thin fabric of her white blouse.
"Not out here, in my room." Bulma whispered in her ear as she gently sucked on the lobe. Juu let her down from the wall and pulled her to the last door on the left of the hall. Out of the corner of her eye, Bulma saw a flash of purple before the door closed. As soon as they were in the safety of her room Bulma sprinted to the little recording device she had lying on her dresser and switched it on. Out of the speaker came the sounds of moaning, lips smacking and a few well placed 'yeses'. Bulma felt a hand on her shoulder and turned around to see Juu holding a finger to her lips. She pointed at the door, where under the crack they could see a shadow, indicating that the purple lizard man was standing outside listening to what was going on inside. Bulma motioned for Juu to follow her into her walk in closet, which was big enough to house an entire family, to the back wall that was lined with shelves holding her vast collection of shoes. Lifting a pair of red stilettos in the far left hand corner she placed her hand down on the shelf, where a square the size of a tablet appeared and ran a silent hand print scan on her before, just as silently, half of the back wall sunk back about half a foot and slid to the right. Beyond the wall was a twelve by twelve room that contained only a desk with a computer and a single chair. Once they were in the room and the wall slid back into place, Bulma gave a little chuckle and playfully slapped Juu on the arm.
"Nice work in the hallway, though I think Krillin would have been pissed if he saw that." The blond smiled at the mention of her fiancé. The young, and very short, martial artist was currently in hiding at Red Ribbon's headquarters from Lord Frieza's draft. He was very strong by human standards, stronger them Bulma's ex, and someone had reported his abilities to Dedorea, head of Lord Frieza's army. When one of Bulma's spy's got wind of it he contacted her right away, and Juu was not going to chance on her man getting ripped away from her. She sent him underground. He hasn't seen the sun in almost two years.
"Yes well, I didn't think those cute little kisses down stares did the trick for the lizard. You said he has to think that we were passionate lovers saying goodbye right? I think that did the trick, and your porn recording is handling the rest." She leaned against the wall and allowed her self to slide down to the floor as Bulma took the chair and turned on the computer. She slipped a clear circular disk into the slot on the side and started the process of downloading the contents of the computer on to it. She turned her head to look down at her oldest and dearest friend sitting on the floor, legs and arms crossed with her head tilted back, staring right back at her. Bulma wanted to say something, anything, to get that look of sorrow out of her eyes, but she knew there was nothing she could do. They had grown up together, along with Juu's twin brother, and had gone to the same schools since they were five. Juu didn't have as many degrees as Bulma did, and her IQ was ten points below hers, but she was a genius nonetheless. There was no one more qualified to run Red Ribbon, besides her father who's plate was already over flowing, then Juu. Red Ribbon was her baby now.
"I don't know if I can do this without you, Bulma." The blond confessed softly. "I know I have the brain power for it, I just don't know if I have the emotional capability to walk into work everyday and not see you. The thought of it makes me want to cry, vomit and punch someone all at the same time."
"Gee I'm glad I'm loved"
"Oh shut it."
"Yes ma'am"
"Sarcastic bitch."
"That's why you love me."
"Bulma I mean it. What the hell am I supposed to do if I can't call you to bitch about something stupid Krillin has said or done? Or If I'm having a problem with a project or-or..." Words failed her as the first of the sobs started to rock her body.
"Oh sweetie." She slid down to the floor to hold her friend as her own tears poured forth. They held each other until the disk popped out of the computer signaling that it was done. "Come on Juu, The recording isn't going to last forever." They pulled them selves up and Bulma handed Juu the newly ejected disk. She looked as it like she wanted to throw the damn thing across the room then stomp on it with the heel of her shoe.
"I don't want this."
"Tough shit. Suck it up and run this bitch like the hard core nerd you are. I expect to see Red Ribbon have double the members, and double the weapons when I return. Every access code, password and blue print I have are on that disk. Red Ribbon is now fully in your control. Once I'm on Lord Frieza's ship I will find a way of safely contacting you. Maybe I can be the spy that we've been looking for."
They had wanted for so long to find a way to get one of their own aboard the ship, but anyone that was sent to Frieza never made contact with them again and never returned.
"God I hope so B, I really do."
"Come on, we have to make the appropriate noises and conversations for the lizard man jerking off outside my door. Oh, and I've added your hand print file to the lock on this door, in case you ever need to get away and have a small space of your own."
"I always figured that you were waiting on a hurricane with this room or something, you do bug sweeps on your room and your fathers every hour so I never saw the need for this room."
"I figured the paranoia would save me some day. Plus for some reason I find it comforting to work in a small space with no windows."
"Freak."
"But you love me."
Once they were back in Bulma's room they had to wait a few minutes for the recording to end, so not to disrupt the rhythm that the recording had set. They could sill see the shadow outside of the door, but this time a small part of it was moving back and forth quickly. Juu made a face while Bulma stuck her finger in her mouth. The final cries of orgasmic bliss ran out on the recorder and Bulma switched it off. They made sure to ruffle their clothes around and they ran their finders through their hair to make it look like the results of a lovers hold.
"Come on baby, we have to get back before daddy notices I'm not there."
"Alright, sweet cheeks." Juu smirked at the blush that appeared on Bulma's face. As they made their way to the door the shadow underneath it suddenly disappeared. They walked out the door hand in hand into the dimly lit hall and descended the stares. They both knew that this could possibly be the last time they ever saw each other, and they both had the same idea.
Go back to the party and get shit faced.
/
At nine the next morning, recovering from a hangover, Bulma hugged her father and her friends goodbye. Juu's twin brother, Jin, even took the time to come out of his lab at Red Ribbon headquarters to stop by to say goodbye. The boy was a workaholic. They wouldn't as close to each other as the girls were, but he had still grown up thinking of her as a little sister, and it hurt to know she was leaving. Unlike the girls, he did not believe in romanticizing, he knew they were too far away from defeating the Cold Empire. He knew he'd never see Bulma again.
Bulma gave one last hug to her father. "I'll see you soon baby." He whispered in her ear. He absolutely refused to say goodbye to her, as if that had some cosmic effect on her successful return to earth. It was utter bullshit, he knew. But he also knew that he told his wife goodbye and he had never seen her again.
"See you soon daddy." She wouldn't let the offensive word pass her lips either.
"Miss Briefs." She heard the warning in Airzin's voice. She looked back over her shoulder at the Lizard man. He was waiting for her on a circular platform that would raise them both into the ship. With one last loving glance at her family and friends she walked over to stand next to Airzin as the platform started to rise.
"I love you, B!" Juu's voice rang out from the crowd. Bulma looked out to see her standing in front of everyone with tears streaming down her face waving frantically, her brother Jin's arm slung around her shoulder. It might have been that she was too far away to see, but she could have sworn that his cheeks were damp as well.
"Love you, Juu!" She sunk down to the floor and watched them until the platform secured its place in the ships floor. With a dejected sigh she stood up to look at her home for the next six months. Frieza hadn't been lying when he said he had sent her a virtual floating lab. She knew from the outside of the ship that it was going to be big, but this was almost twice what she thought it would be. Half of the first level was set up as a working lab, from computers to bunsen burners, anything that she might need and more of what she wouldn't. Another quarter of the ship was nothing but empty space from the floor to the roof of the ship, the second level curving around the space. She knew that this was where she was expected to build the gravity room. The last quarter of the ship was the control center. Two chairs faced a wall that was made entirely out of glass, enabling her to see all her friends still waving at her through it. A few feet in front of the glass stood a control panel, covered in strange symbols and texts. It was obviously was not the work of Capsule Corp. She had no idea what any of the symbols meant, but she had six months to find out.
Airzin walked over to the panel and expertly started punching the buttons, no doubt setting their coordinates for Frieza's ship. More strange symbols appeared on a small screen on the panel. "I suggest that you take a seat Miss Briefs, it will be smooth sailing once we are out of the atmosphere, but not so much in it." She narrowed her eyes at the lizard man. She was sick of him bossing her around. She was Bulma fucking Briefs, smartest person in the universe, proclaimed princess of earth, and the most beautiful woman anyone had set eyes on. No one should have the right to talk to her that way! ... But the fact of the matter was that this man worked for Frieza and she was sure that any insubordinates on her part would makes it's way to his ear, making her new, ugh, home more hostile. But that didn't mean she couldn't rebel slightly. She was a princess after all, and she was used to getting what she wanted.
"No thanks. This is my first time off planet and I want to see every second of it."
"That isn't wise Miss Briefs."
"Yes well, I'm the genius here aren't I?"
"Suit your self." He left her alone to stare out the glass with a mixture of fear and excitement. She knew there was a possible and probable chance that this was the last time she would ever see her home world again, but she was so excited to be going out into space. She had always dreamed about traversing the stars. She was an adventurous soul and she hated staying in one place for too long. She was lucky that her father practially ruled the earth and provided the money and power she needed to travel anywhere she wanted to go. Anywhere, except for space. Her father had simply refused to allow his daughter to go gallivanting around the universe where any of Frieza's men could take her without anyone being the wiser. It was hard enough to keep her away from Frieza's radar on earth, never mind in space. But it had always been her dream to travel the universe, and in the wake of this travesty, it was the silver lining in the dark sky.
The ship started to rumble under her feet and her heart started to race beneath her breastbone in anticipation. She could Juu still waving at her. She lifted her hand to wave back, and then she was flat on her back on the floor looking up at the strange designs on the ceiling. For just a second she thought she could make out Juu's face in the silver intricate pattern laughing at her. She wondered if she was laying on Juu's face as well, since the design on the floor was the same as on the ceiling. Then reality smacked her in the face and she realized that she couldn't breath. The pressure of the speed of their accent was crushing her, and she was almost glad. This would be a better fate then to be Frieza's lab monkey and whore. She was just disappointed that she would never see the stars up close. Then, just as fast as the pressure appeared, it disappeared. Suddenly she could breath and she greedily sucked in the air filling her lungs to capacity before exhaling and repeating the process as she restored the oxygen to her body.
Airzin walked over to her supine body and stood over her head, smirking down at her. "I did warn you." And he walked away, leaving her to her own humiliation. After a few minutes she decided that she couldn't spend the remainder of their trip on the floor, and got to her feet. She brushed off her dark jeans and orange long sleeved blouse. She was mumbling about stupid lizards and alien ships when she caught a glimpse of the view outside the glass wall. She lost her breath once again as she saw the stars flying by them and the colorful constellations. She was almost too mesmerized by them to see that they had just passed Neptune.
"Oh wow."
"Not bad huh?" Airzin's voice startled her enough that she jumped a little. He had walked up to her left side and she hadn't even noticed because she was so enthralled with the view in front of her. "The ship shot us out of the atmosphere and into space, but the engine is delicate and can only travel that fast in short bursts, hence why we've slow down. We won't be able to move like that again for a few weeks. A propeller system will keep us moving until we save up enough power to, what we call 'jump', again." Staring at him with wonder on her face, she wondered why he had bothered to explain all that to her. Why had be bothered to talk to her at all?
"Why is that? Why not have an engine that could continuously produce enough energy to move the ship at a consistent pace instead of short bursts of speed that could kill someone?"
"Do I look like an engineer? I do what I'm told and I don't ask questions. You should take a hint and learn that, princess. Questions will get you killed."
/
It had been two weeks since Airzin had explained the engine system to her, and he hadn't had much to say since then. Just the occasional yes or no if she asked a question. It was fine with her really; she spent most of her day working on the gravity room anyway. She had spent thirteen to fourteen hours a day working on it, only stopping only to eat or sleep. She had to admit that sleeping was her second favorite thing to do. Frieza must have thought highly of her, because her privet quarters on the second floor was nothing short of 'fit for a queen'. Her bed was enormous, twice the size of a king sized bed on earth, covered in violet colored silk sheets. Her bathroom could house another bedroom altogether, her tub was big enough to fit five people easily. But the best part of her quarters was the views. She had windows everywhere. Above her bed, by her vanity, one in her closet, and bathtub sat just next to the window in her bathroom, so she could relax and watch the stars pass her by. The hot water would ease her aching muscles and the stars would calm her troubled mind.
But as much as she loved her room, she loved working on her baby more. With the help of three worker bots that she had brought with her, she had already constructed the frame of the gravity room, and tomorrow she would start working on the electrical system. Tonight she was just too tired. She took the papers that she had worked out her calculations on and capsulized them for the night. She had black marks on her hands from soldering the last pieces of the frame together, so she walked over to the small sink that was behind the lab. It was next to a small emergency shower, incase there was a chemical spill or something of the sort and you needed to wash fast. She just wanted to grab some dinner then go take a shower, but she couldn't eat with the soot on her, so she scrubbed her hands and thought about what she had to do to get the electrical system up and working, when a hand clamped over her mouth and an arm squeezed her around the waist. What the hell?
"This will be a lot easer on you if you stop struggling now princess." Airzin's voice whispered into her ear. Panic clouded her mind as she struggled even harder against her attacker, but there was no use, he was so strong and she was nothing compared to his strength. "I said stop struggling. Frieza told me to bring you back alive, but he never said that I couldn't take you a few times before he got his hands on you. And I've been thinking about you and your little girlfriend for weeks now. I followed you that night, and I listed outside your door as you fucked each other. I've been trying to control my self, but the image I had conjured up of the two of you has been ripping me away on the inside. I have to do something about that. And since it's your fault for putting that image in my head, you should be a little more cooperative."
Oh God no, please no. I'm not ready for this, please! She knew that she was going to be subjected to sleeping with Frieza, there was no if ands or buts about it. She was too beautiful for him to pass up. But she didn't think she would be subjected to this kind of rape. Not yet, and not by this lizard man. She struggled harder against his hold and managed to get her mouth free of his grasp and bite his hand has hard as she could. She felt his blood rush into her mouth as he screamed in pain, then she saw stars as he slammed her head into the mirror above the sink, sending shard of glass all around her feet. The blow to her head caused her to black out for just a moment, but it was enough. When she came too she was lying on the floor, her shirt and bra torn open to revile her breasts, the red skirt she had chosen to wear that day was pushed up and her panties were hanging off one of her ankles. She felt him before she saw him. She felt his disgusting scaly skin sliding against her thighs and his member probing her intimate parts. She cried out but she didn't move. She couldn't push him off her and she knew it.
"I told you... this would be... easer if... you didn't struggle." He panted out on her face as he thrusted into her. She turned her head to the side to try and escape his rancid breath, and a flash caught her eyes. She slowly moved her hand from her side to next to her head. She looked up at Airzin to see that his eyes were closed; he was getting close to his release. She waited until he stretched his neck out with a groan as he came, and she plunged the piece of glass into his neck, cutting his carotid artery and sending a river of warm blood cascading down on her. Shock shook his body as he fell to the side and off of her. She briefly wondered why his blood was red. He looked reptilian enough to her, but his blood was as red as any human as she had met. "Fucking... bitch." His last breath in this world and he had used it to curse her, and that was fine. She had no problem with that. She brought her hand up to push some of her hair out of her face, and that was when she noticed the blood on them. Then the scrubbing had started. Now, kneeling on the floor of the shower, crying and scrubbing her skin with all her might she wondered.
What the fuck do I do now?
So what do you guys think? I know there are some things in here that are confusing or aren't explained very well, but things will come together as the story goes on. I can't reveal it all in the first chapter now can I? So please review and let me know what you think! And also I'm not totally sure how often I'll be able to update. I'm aiming for every two weeks, but I'm starting college Monday and my schedule is going to be pretty crazy for a while. But anyway R&R would be appreciated!
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The blood just wouldn't come off, no matter how much soap she used or how hard she scrubbed. The blood was like a permanent fixture on her knuckles and under her fingernails. She could taste the copper in the air and see red pooling on the floor from the corner of her eye. In an effort to keep her stomach from emptying it self she refocused her thoughts on getting her hands clean. She just needed more soap and hotter water that's all, and then it would come off no sweat. She turned the hot facet all the way up and watched as her hands turned red and the pieces of the broken mirror above the sink started to fog from the heat. In the back of her mind she heard a little voice telling her that her hands were burning, but she ignored it.
The blood HAD to come off.
As the heat became too much for her delicate hands to take, she pulled them back from the scolding water and inspected every inch of her skin. She checked under each of her fingernails, between each finger, and in between the folds of her skin on her knuckles.
Satisfied that the blood was gone she turned her attention to her reflection, and almost fainted at the sight of her self.
Her eyes were wide and wild looking, her hair was sticking in every direction imaginable, her clothing was ripped and hanging limply from her body, and her skin was horribly pale. But all that wasn't what scared her, what scared her half to death was the fact that she was covered in blood. From head to toe there wasn't an inch of her body that didn't have droplets, smears or full on hand prints of blood. Even the ends of her unruly hair were dripping with the red substance. Her mind went numb for a second as she thought absently that it reminded her of an art class she took once as a child. The teacher had given the children water-soluble paint and encouraged them to use the tips of their hair as brushes.
I wonder if I could write my name with my hair right now?
She snapped back to reality and frantically started to strip her clothing off of her. She took a step back from her spot in front of the broken mirror and stepped into something slick. She looked down and saw her foot in a puddle of blood that had seeped behind her from the cooling body that lay just three feet from her. In her hast to get her foot out of the offensive puddle she missed stepped and fell flat on her bottom into the blood. She scrambled up from the floor and finished undressing herself. Without a glance behind her she walked carefully over to the shower stall and once again turned the water on as hot as it would go and stood under the scolding spray. She started to scrub her self with a bar of soap and she let her mind wander. She thought back to what had gotten her into this situation in the first place.
/
Bulma was terrified as she walked down the hallway to her father's conference room at Capsule Corp. Her entire being shook with fear, her hands were cold and clammy, and a thin sheen of sweat had broken out on her forehead. She had been dreading this moment since Lord Frieza's messenger, a purple scaled lizard looking thing, had arrived a week ago, and told her father that Lord Frieza would be in communications range within the week and wished to speak to him. He ordered Bulma to be present as well. The messenger was to stay and guard her and her father, like every time before, until the conference to make sure they did not try to escape.
Every being in the galaxy knew that a conference with Lord Frieza usually meant one of two things. One, you did something wrong and you were going to die for your mistake, after Lord Frieza had the pleasure of telling you exactly what you did wrong and how you were going to die. Or two, you did something right and he wanted to 'reward' you.
You would think being rewarded for a job well done would be a good thing, but Lord Frieza's idea of being rewarded was to move you to his ship; his floating palace.
If you were smart, if you were a good fighter or if you had the great misfortune of being beautiful, he wanted you where he could always have you. You were brought to his palace under the pretense that you were being given a great honor. You would be working directly for your Lord. In reality, you had just become his slave. If you were smart, you were sent to one of his labs; the smarter you were the higher you were on the food chain and the closer you were to Lord Frieza. You would be working on new technology and weaponry, anything that would make his Empire stronger. If you were strong or a good fighter, you were drafted into the military. You were trained to fight better, become stronger, become perfect killing machine. The stronger you were, the better fighter you were, the closer you were to Lord Frieza. If you had the great misfortune of being beautiful, you were sent straight to Lord Frieza's bedchambers. Women and men alike, gender did not concern him, if you were beautiful you were his. Then once he grew tired of you, you were sent down to the whore's quarters so the solders could have you.
It became so that fathers started hiding their daughters from their worlds so that no one could take them away. Lord Frieza had placed his people on every planet that was under his domain; nothing was done without his knowledge. You could never trust a stranger, and sometimes, you couldn't trust a friend.
The doors to the conference room slid open, drawing the blue haired beauty out of her thoughts. Her father, the head of Capsule Cooperation sat at the end of a long red wood table, facing the right wall, rubbing his eyes with his left hand and holding a file in his right. He looked up as she walked in, and for the first time in his life her father looked his age. Older even. Doctor Briefs was 57 years old, but today he could have easily passed for 75. His lavender colored hair was in disarray, sticking in every direction imaginable, he had dark bags under his listless eyes that seemed to be glossed over and his skin had taken on a ghastly gray color.
"Ah, good morning Bulma. How is my little earthling princess doing?" The overly sweet, scratchy voice made Bulma turn her attention to the giant flat screen on the wall. There, sitting in all his pink and purple glory, was Lord Frieza. She had not had to look upon his disgusting face in over five years; her father handled all the contact between the Ice-jins and earth. But since he had requested her presents, there was no way she could deny him. She swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to conceal the shiver that ran down her spine. She brushed her sweat coated hands off on her black knee length skirt before fisting her right hand and placing it above her heart and bowing to her Lord.
"I am doing well Lord Frieza."
"Good. Now have a seat, we have much to discuss." She sat down next to her father, who let go of the file and reached under the table to grab her hand, squeezing it to try and give her some comfort. She squeezed back trying to give him some comfort as well, but she was feeling anything but comforted at that moment. "Now Bulma, this gravity room of yours is absolutely ingenious. I have been looking over the blue prints for several days and I can find no flaws in it. But I have to know, is this just a theory or do you have a working prototype?"
Bulma had to chose her words carefully. One word out of place, or said incorrectly could send the tyrant into a hissy fit and doom, at best just her, at worst her entire world.
"Well the blue prints that my associate, Doctor Yamara, sent to you are the final in the development stage. All of the figures and equations have been tested time and time again and everything is working out as planed. Now as far as a prototype, I'm afraid Doctor Yamara got a little... excited and sent you the plans far too early. We have gathered all the materials needed to construct the first prototype, but... I'm afraid that we might not have a working module for awhile now." She prayed. She prayed with all her might that the tyrant would see this invention of hers was worth the wait. And she prayed that Doctor Yamara would get hit by a bus on the way to work today, the prick.
"Well, that is perfectly understandable. You are a genius Bulma, not a miracle worker." She and her father both let out breaths that they didn't know they were holding. "But you do realize what these gravity rooms would do for my army correct? This means the faster you get this little project of yours off the ground the faster my army will grow. Are we understanding each other?"
His twisted smile sent her stomach into convulsions. Under the table her fathers grip on her hand became vice like. She was sure that her finger nail beds were turning blue from lack of oxygen, but she couldn't being her self to pull away from him. His grip was the only thing anchoring her to reality.
"Y-yes Lord Frieza I- that is my father and I, understand perfectly. We will focus all of our resources on the GRs, and we will not even look at another project until they are perfected."
"Yes, I'm sure you would. My little earthling princess knows not to make her Lord unhappy. But honestly, my pet, I would feel much better if you were, closer to home, so to speak. That's why I'm having you relocated to my privet laboratory in my palace."
She was sure her heart stopped. She stared shaking and her head started spinning, she was sure that she would have passed out if it wasn't for the grip that her father had on her hand, which if at all possible, became even tighter. She stared at the tyrants face and felt a new rage starting to boil up inside of her. This man had taken almost everything she had away from her, and now he wanted her as well. She wanted to kick and scream and tell him to go fuck him self. But that would do nothing but kill her faster and destroy her world.
"But surely, Lord Frieza, in the time that is would take me to travel to your palace I could have created half a dozen prototypes."
"Yes this is true, but in anticipation to your genius, I have sent Airzin in a virtual floating laboratory. It will take you six months to arrive at my palace, in witch time I expect you to have created a working prototype. At the point when you arrive at my palace I will have left for the Omega quadrant. Though I regret that I will not be there to welcome you to your new home, it cannot be avoided. I will return another six months after your arrival, and by then I expect to have a fully perfected, fully functional gravity room. You will be the lead of this project of course, and you will be placed in the highest ranking laboratory with any and all resources at your disposal, including my staff, some of the most ingenious minds in the universe and any, how should I put this, guinea pigs, you need for testing purposes." He let out a soft chuckle, as if laughing at an old privet joke.
Any ounce of hope that she had left in her body was crushed by his words. Deep down in her heart she knew that this was going to happen. For so long now she had tried to keep a low profile as an inventor, only creating little trivial things that would make every day life easier for the empire, and leaving the big stuff for her father and trying to keep under Lord Frieza's radar.
She had learned her lesson the hard way.
Her mother, Bunny Briefs, had been an inventor just like her self and her father. She was a beautiful woman who loved being a mother and wife, but she loved her work just as much. When Bulma had been only six, Bunny had invented a pod for space travel that was twice as fast as anything Lord Frieza had in his empire. They only held one person each, but it was a quick and effective way to send his solders where he wanted them. Lord Frieza wanted to 'reward' her for her excellent work, and sent for her. He insisted that there were improvements that could be made on the pods and he wanted to personally watch the developments. The image of her mothers tear stained face as she got on that ship was forever burned into her memory. She could still hear Bunny telling her not to worry, that she'd be home soon and that she loved her and her father very much. That had been nineteen years ago. She never saw her mother again. Her father once asked Lord Frieza how his wife was doing, and he told him that she was doing fine, and not to worry about her. Ice-jin talk for 'never bring it up again'.
Bulma missed her mother dearly, and now she might have the chance to see her again if she was still alive. But she knew that if she were sent to Lord Frieza she would never see her father or her world again.
That prick Yamara was responsible for this
Bulma was the leader of a small rebellion organization started by her mother called the Red Ribbon society, whose soul purpose was to bring down the Ice-jin Empire. There were not many left in her organization, less then a fifty and most of them here on earth, but she did have a few spies on neighboring planets and she had found what Lord Frieza could not. A few like her self that had tried to hid them selves away from the tyrants clutches. A hand full of geniuses that now worked for her in an underground laboratory a few miles west of Capsule Corp working on everything under the sun, from biological warfare to weapons of mas destruction, anything that would bring the Cold's down. She worked on her own projects down there as well to keep them away from prying eyes. You could hardly ever trust a co-worker.
She had been working with Doctor Yamara for almost two years now, and aside from being a little jumpy, he had seemed to be a fine scientist and she had thought that he would make a great addition to the Red Ribbons. But one night about two months ago, Bulma had made a grave mistake. She was so close to completing the final blue prints for the gravity room, her baby, that she had stayed up for almost three days straight to finish them. In her sleep-deprived state, she accidentally grabbed the capsule that contained the blue prints and shoved it into her purse as she packed up to leave the underground lab that night. The next day, after a night of much needed sleep, she dumped her purse out on her desk at her lab in the main Capsule Corp building looking for her chewing gum, she didn't notice the capsule roll away, and she didn't notice Yamara picking up the capsule as he walked by. The little fucker decided to open it and when he saw the blue prints he thought he'd get into Lord Frieza's good graces by sending him copy's of the blue prints electronically, thus putting her in the possession she was in now.
She prayed a little harder that he was run over walking today.
She was going to be living on the same vessel as the Ice prince, and she was sure that every inch of that ship was under constant surveillance, there would be no way for her to run the Red Ribbon from there. Somehow in the next few days before her departure, should would have to find a way to a message to her second in command Juu, third greatest mind on earth. It was going to be her responsibility to lead them now. She would have to find a way to give her all her codes, passwords and any blue prints she had left for weapons.
"Are these terms acceptable Bulma?" Lord Frieza's voice brought her back to the matter at hand. She knew that the question was hiding a statement, either she did as she was told or she, and possibly her world, would be destroyed.
"Of course Lord Frieza, I will start packing right away."
"Good girl. Oh, and Bulma, make sure you pack light. You absolutely must give me the chance to take you on a royal shopping spree as a thank you. I must admit that I am looking forward to dressing up such a beautiful doll." The smirk on his face sent a river of ice water cascading down her spine.
"Y-yes Lord Frieza."
"Fare well Bulma, I shall see you soon." Without a glance her father's way, he ended the conference making the screen go black. The second his face left the screen Bulma burst into tears and her father pulled her into his arms, holding her so close that for just a second she thought she might be able to crawl under his skin and hide from the hideous monster that she was being sent to.
"Daddy" It was the only word she could manage to get out between sobs.
"Bulma baby, I swear on my life and every life on this God forsaken earth that I will find a way to bring you back. I won't lose you like I lost your mother." His voice shook with the strain of trying to keep it from cracking, but she could feel the wetness from his tears on her hair. It just made her cry even harder. Bulma had always prided her self on being a strong independent woman, ever since she was little. She had to be the woman in the house since her mother had been taken away. Her father had tried to replace the mother that she didn't have any more, but he was just too busy trying to run the world and Capsule Corp to form a bond with his daughter. He loved her very much, just like any father would love his daughter, but he just had too many people to look after to spend any quality time with her. So she learned to do things on her own. It wasn't very hard since she had been born to two geniuses, while other children had been learning their ABC's she had been learning quantum physics. How else had she made Vice President of Capsule Corp at only 16? She had more degrees, PHD's, and MD's then she knew what to do with, but she had done all of it on her own. And now here she was crying into her father's arms, cleaning to him for comfort, feeling much like the little girl who lost her mother all those years ago.
"Oh God daddy, what are we going to do? He can't get his hands on the gravity room, he just can't! We'll never be able to stop him if his solders are training with them. I swear to God if I see Yamara before I leave I'm going to fucking kill him my self!" Her threat sounded more like a four year olds temper tantrum between the sobs.
"Calm down sweetheart, and leave him too me. I'll make sure he's taken care of." She wasn't sure what he meant by that, but then again, she really didn't want to know.
There was a knock on the conference room doors and someone was calling out to them. Bulma pulled away from her father and wiped the tears from her face and took a deep calming breath. She looked at her father who gave a slight nod of his head before getting up from his chair. She gave him a small nod back before pressing the release button on the wall, causing the doors to slide open. The purple lizard man, Airzin Lord Frieza had called him, was standing outside the door waiting for them.
"Miss Briefs I have been ordered to take off at oh nine hundred tomorrow. Please make sure you are ready to depart by then."
"You have got to be kidding me." Bulma spat at the man-thing. "I can't be ready by tomorrow morning! I have so much to do before I can leave. I have people I need to see, projects I need to transfer and all my pack-"
"Then I suggest that you get to it Miss Briefs. Lord Frieza has given me this order directly and I will not have my hide on the line because you can't get your shit together." Giving her one last disgusted glance he walked away, leaving behind a very pissed Bulma. She thought she would have at lest two days before having to leave, but now she only had the rest of today and tonight to get her affairs in order. She decided that her father could handle spreading out her official projects at Capsule Corp to the other employees.
Right now she had to find Juu.
/
That evening Capsule Corp closed down early to throw a going away party for the heiress. Her coworkers and her employees had gathered in the newly cleared out employee lounge to say goodbye to their boss, their coworker, and their friend. The one person that was absent that night was Doctor Yamara, though no one really noticed. Everyone was trying to keep the conversation happy and lite, and trying to remain optimistic that she would be back in a few years, with more knowledge and more plans that would propel Capsule Corp even higher in the technology field. In reality, under their smiles and well wishes she could see the look of sadness and doubt in their eyes. Some of her closest friends and fellow members of Red Ribbon couldn't hide their emotions and openly cried when she was near. She would console them to the best of her ability and softly remind them that they were being watched. Airzin was standing in a shadowed corner of the room, watching everyone carefully, especially her. She moved her eyes away from the lizard man, wishing he would drop dead, and spotted Juu across the room. The blond gave a nod of her head, and Bulma knew it was time.
She walked towards Juu and took her out stretched hand. Hand in hand they made their way out of Capsule Corps main building and entered the adjoining building that housed the Briefs privet living areas. Once the door had been closed behind them Bulma was gently pushed up against it before a pair of soft lips descended upon hers. She wrapped her arms around the taller woman's neck before returning the kiss eagerly. Slowly they made their way up to the second floor of the building were Bulma's bedroom was. Halfway down the hall Juu pushed her back up against the wall lifting her up by her bottom so that she could wrap her legs around her wast. Juu's hand slowly started travailing from Bulma's bottom to her hip, from her hip to her side and finally from her side to the soft mounds of her breast, needed the supple mound gently and rubbing her thumb over the hard nipple through the thin fabric of her white blouse.
"Not out here, in my room." Bulma whispered in her ear as she gently sucked on the lobe. Juu let her down from the wall and pulled her to the last door on the left of the hall. Out of the corner of her eye, Bulma saw a flash of purple before the door closed. As soon as they were in the safety of her room Bulma sprinted to the little recording device she had lying on her dresser and switched it on. Out of the speaker came the sounds of moaning, lips smacking and a few well placed 'yeses'. Bulma felt a hand on her shoulder and turned around to see Juu holding a finger to her lips. She pointed at the door, where under the crack they could see a shadow, indicating that the purple lizard man was standing outside listening to what was going on inside. Bulma motioned for Juu to follow her into her walk in closet, which was big enough to house an entire family, to the back wall that was lined with shelves holding her vast collection of shoes. Lifting a pair of red stilettos in the far left hand corner she placed her hand down on the shelf, where a square the size of a tablet appeared and ran a silent hand print scan on her before, just as silently, half of the back wall sunk back about half a foot and slid to the right. Beyond the wall was a twelve by twelve room that contained only a desk with a computer and a single chair. Once they were in the room and the wall slid back into place, Bulma gave a little chuckle and playfully slapped Juu on the arm.
"Nice work in the hallway, though I think Krillin would have been pissed if he saw that." The blond smiled at the mention of her fiancé. The young, and very short, martial artist was currently in hiding at Red Ribbon's headquarters from Lord Frieza's draft. He was very strong by human standards, stronger them Bulma's ex, and someone had reported his abilities to Dedorea, head of Lord Frieza's army. When one of Bulma's spy's got wind of it he contacted her right away, and Juu was not going to chance on her man getting ripped away from her. She sent him underground. He hasn't seen the sun in almost two years.
"Yes well, I didn't think those cute little kisses down stares did the trick for the lizard. You said he has to think that we were passionate lovers saying goodbye right? I think that did the trick, and your porn recording is handling the rest." She leaned against the wall and allowed her self to slide down to the floor as Bulma took the chair and turned on the computer. She slipped a clear circular disk into the slot on the side and started the process of downloading the contents of the computer on to it. She turned her head to look down at her oldest and dearest friend sitting on the floor, legs and arms crossed with her head tilted back, staring right back at her. Bulma wanted to say something, anything, to get that look of sorrow out of her eyes, but she knew there was nothing she could do. They had grown up together, along with Juu's twin brother, and had gone to the same schools since they were five. Juu didn't have as many degrees as Bulma did, and her IQ was ten points below hers, but she was a genius nonetheless. There was no one more qualified to run Red Ribbon, besides her father who's plate was already over flowing, then Juu. Red Ribbon was her baby now.
"I don't know if I can do this without you, Bulma." The blond confessed softly. "I know I have the brain power for it, I just don't know if I have the emotional capability to walk into work everyday and not see you. The thought of it makes me want to cry, vomit and punch someone all at the same time."
"Gee I'm glad I'm loved"
"Oh shut it."
"Yes ma'am"
"Sarcastic bitch."
"That's why you love me."
"Bulma I mean it. What the hell am I supposed to do if I can't call you to bitch about something stupid Krillin has said or done? Or If I'm having a problem with a project or-or..." Words failed her as the first of the sobs started to rock her body.
"Oh sweetie." She slid down to the floor to hold her friend as her own tears poured forth. They held each other until the disk popped out of the computer signaling that it was done. "Come on Juu, The recording isn't going to last forever." They pulled them selves up and Bulma handed Juu the newly ejected disk. She looked as it like she wanted to throw the damn thing across the room then stomp on it with the heel of her shoe.
"I don't want this."
"Tough shit. Suck it up and run this bitch like the hard core nerd you are. I expect to see Red Ribbon have double the members, and double the weapons when I return. Every access code, password and blue print I have are on that disk. Red Ribbon is now fully in your control. Once I'm on Lord Frieza's ship I will find a way of safely contacting you. Maybe I can be the spy that we've been looking for."
They had wanted for so long to find a way to get one of their own aboard the ship, but anyone that was sent to Frieza never made contact with them again and never returned.
"God I hope so B, I really do."
"Come on, we have to make the appropriate noises and conversations for the lizard man jerking off outside my door. Oh, and I've added your hand print file to the lock on this door, in case you ever need to get away and have a small space of your own."
"I always figured that you were waiting on a hurricane with this room or something, you do bug sweeps on your room and your fathers every hour so I never saw the need for this room."
"I figured the paranoia would save me some day. Plus for some reason I find it comforting to work in a small space with no windows."
"Freak."
"But you love me."
Once they were back in Bulma's room they had to wait a few minutes for the recording to end, so not to disrupt the rhythm that the recording had set. They could sill see the shadow outside of the door, but this time a small part of it was moving back and forth quickly. Juu made a face while Bulma stuck her finger in her mouth. The final cries of orgasmic bliss ran out on the recorder and Bulma switched it off. They made sure to ruffle their clothes around and they ran their finders through their hair to make it look like the results of a lovers hold.
"Come on baby, we have to get back before daddy notices I'm not there."
"Alright, sweet cheeks." Juu smirked at the blush that appeared on Bulma's face. As they made their way to the door the shadow underneath it suddenly disappeared. They walked out the door hand in hand into the dimly lit hall and descended the stares. They both knew that this could possibly be the last time they ever saw each other, and they both had the same idea.
Go back to the party and get shit faced.
/
At nine the next morning, recovering from a hangover, Bulma hugged her father and her friends goodbye. Juu's twin brother, Jin, even took the time to come out of his lab at Red Ribbon headquarters to stop by to say goodbye. The boy was a workaholic. They wouldn't as close to each other as the girls were, but he had still grown up thinking of her as a little sister, and it hurt to know she was leaving. Unlike the girls, he did not believe in romanticizing, he knew they were too far away from defeating the Cold Empire. He knew he'd never see Bulma again.
Bulma gave one last hug to her father. "I'll see you soon baby." He whispered in her ear. He absolutely refused to say goodbye to her, as if that had some cosmic effect on her successful return to earth. It was utter bullshit, he knew. But he also knew that he told his wife goodbye and he had never seen her again.
"See you soon daddy." She wouldn't let the offensive word pass her lips either.
"Miss Briefs." She heard the warning in Airzin's voice. She looked back over her shoulder at the Lizard man. He was waiting for her on a circular platform that would raise them both into the ship. With one last loving glance at her family and friends she walked over to stand next to Airzin as the platform started to rise.
"I love you, B!" Juu's voice rang out from the crowd. Bulma looked out to see her standing in front of everyone with tears streaming down her face waving frantically, her brother Jin's arm slung around her shoulder. It might have been that she was too far away to see, but she could have sworn that his cheeks were damp as well.
"Love you, Juu!" She sunk down to the floor and watched them until the platform secured its place in the ships floor. With a dejected sigh she stood up to look at her home for the next six months. Frieza hadn't been lying when he said he had sent her a virtual floating lab. She knew from the outside of the ship that it was going to be big, but this was almost twice what she thought it would be. Half of the first level was set up as a working lab, from computers to bunsen burners, anything that she might need and more of what she wouldn't. Another quarter of the ship was nothing but empty space from the floor to the roof of the ship, the second level curving around the space. She knew that this was where she was expected to build the gravity room. The last quarter of the ship was the control center. Two chairs faced a wall that was made entirely out of glass, enabling her to see all her friends still waving at her through it. A few feet in front of the glass stood a control panel, covered in strange symbols and texts. It was obviously was not the work of Capsule Corp. She had no idea what any of the symbols meant, but she had six months to find out.
Airzin walked over to the panel and expertly started punching the buttons, no doubt setting their coordinates for Frieza's ship. More strange symbols appeared on a small screen on the panel. "I suggest that you take a seat Miss Briefs, it will be smooth sailing once we are out of the atmosphere, but not so much in it." She narrowed her eyes at the lizard man. She was sick of him bossing her around. She was Bulma fucking Briefs, smartest person in the universe, proclaimed princess of earth, and the most beautiful woman anyone had set eyes on. No one should have the right to talk to her that way! ... But the fact of the matter was that this man worked for Frieza and she was sure that any insubordinates on her part would makes it's way to his ear, making her new, ugh, home more hostile. But that didn't mean she couldn't rebel slightly. She was a princess after all, and she was used to getting what she wanted.
"No thanks. This is my first time off planet and I want to see every second of it."
"That isn't wise Miss Briefs."
"Yes well, I'm the genius here aren't I?"
"Suit your self." He left her alone to stare out the glass with a mixture of fear and excitement. She knew there was a possible and probable chance that this was the last time she would ever see her home world again, but she was so excited to be going out into space. She had always dreamed about traversing the stars. She was an adventurous soul and she hated staying in one place for too long. She was lucky that her father practially ruled the earth and provided the money and power she needed to travel anywhere she wanted to go. Anywhere, except for space. Her father had simply refused to allow his daughter to go gallivanting around the universe where any of Frieza's men could take her without anyone being the wiser. It was hard enough to keep her away from Frieza's radar on earth, never mind in space. But it had always been her dream to travel the universe, and in the wake of this travesty, it was the silver lining in the dark sky.
The ship started to rumble under her feet and her heart started to race beneath her breastbone in anticipation. She could Juu still waving at her. She lifted her hand to wave back, and then she was flat on her back on the floor looking up at the strange designs on the ceiling. For just a second she thought she could make out Juu's face in the silver intricate pattern laughing at her. She wondered if she was laying on Juu's face as well, since the design on the floor was the same as on the ceiling. Then reality smacked her in the face and she realized that she couldn't breath. The pressure of the speed of their accent was crushing her, and she was almost glad. This would be a better fate then to be Frieza's lab monkey and whore. She was just disappointed that she would never see the stars up close. Then, just as fast as the pressure appeared, it disappeared. Suddenly she could breath and she greedily sucked in the air filling her lungs to capacity before exhaling and repeating the process as she restored the oxygen to her body.
Airzin walked over to her supine body and stood over her head, smirking down at her. "I did warn you." And he walked away, leaving her to her own humiliation. After a few minutes she decided that she couldn't spend the remainder of their trip on the floor, and got to her feet. She brushed off her dark jeans and orange long sleeved blouse. She was mumbling about stupid lizards and alien ships when she caught a glimpse of the view outside the glass wall. She lost her breath once again as she saw the stars flying by them and the colorful constellations. She was almost too mesmerized by them to see that they had just passed Neptune.
"Oh wow."
"Not bad huh?" Airzin's voice startled her enough that she jumped a little. He had walked up to her left side and she hadn't even noticed because she was so enthralled with the view in front of her. "The ship shot us out of the atmosphere and into space, but the engine is delicate and can only travel that fast in short bursts, hence why we've slow down. We won't be able to move like that again for a few weeks. A propeller system will keep us moving until we save up enough power to, what we call 'jump', again." Staring at him with wonder on her face, she wondered why he had bothered to explain all that to her. Why had be bothered to talk to her at all?
"Why is that? Why not have an engine that could continuously produce enough energy to move the ship at a consistent pace instead of short bursts of speed that could kill someone?"
"Do I look like an engineer? I do what I'm told and I don't ask questions. You should take a hint and learn that, princess. Questions will get you killed."
/
It had been two weeks since Airzin had explained the engine system to her, and he hadn't had much to say since then. Just the occasional yes or no if she asked a question. It was fine with her really; she spent most of her day working on the gravity room anyway. She had spent thirteen to fourteen hours a day working on it, only stopping only to eat or sleep. She had to admit that sleeping was her second favorite thing to do. Frieza must have thought highly of her, because her privet quarters on the second floor was nothing short of 'fit for a queen'. Her bed was enormous, twice the size of a king sized bed on earth, covered in violet colored silk sheets. Her bathroom could house another bedroom altogether, her tub was big enough to fit five people easily. But the best part of her quarters was the views. She had windows everywhere. Above her bed, by her vanity, one in her closet, and bathtub sat just next to the window in her bathroom, so she could relax and watch the stars pass her by. The hot water would ease her aching muscles and the stars would calm her troubled mind.
But as much as she loved her room, she loved working on her baby more. With the help of three worker bots that she had brought with her, she had already constructed the frame of the gravity room, and tomorrow she would start working on the electrical system. Tonight she was just too tired. She took the papers that she had worked out her calculations on and capsulized them for the night. She had black marks on her hands from soldering the last pieces of the frame together, so she walked over to the small sink that was behind the lab. It was next to a small emergency shower, incase there was a chemical spill or something of the sort and you needed to wash fast. She just wanted to grab some dinner then go take a shower, but she couldn't eat with the soot on her, so she scrubbed her hands and thought about what she had to do to get the electrical system up and working, when a hand clamped over her mouth and an arm squeezed her around the waist. What the hell?
"This will be a lot easer on you if you stop struggling now princess." Airzin's voice whispered into her ear. Panic clouded her mind as she struggled even harder against her attacker, but there was no use, he was so strong and she was nothing compared to his strength. "I said stop struggling. Frieza told me to bring you back alive, but he never said that I couldn't take you a few times before he got his hands on you. And I've been thinking about you and your little girlfriend for weeks now. I followed you that night, and I listed outside your door as you fucked each other. I've been trying to control my self, but the image I had conjured up of the two of you has been ripping me away on the inside. I have to do something about that. And since it's your fault for putting that image in my head, you should be a little more cooperative."
Oh God no, please no. I'm not ready for this, please! She knew that she was going to be subjected to sleeping with Frieza, there was no if ands or buts about it. She was too beautiful for him to pass up. But she didn't think she would be subjected to this kind of rape. Not yet, and not by this lizard man. She struggled harder against his hold and managed to get her mouth free of his grasp and bite his hand has hard as she could. She felt his blood rush into her mouth as he screamed in pain, then she saw stars as he slammed her head into the mirror above the sink, sending shard of glass all around her feet. The blow to her head caused her to black out for just a moment, but it was enough. When she came too she was lying on the floor, her shirt and bra torn open to revile her breasts, the red skirt she had chosen to wear that day was pushed up and her panties were hanging off one of her ankles. She felt him before she saw him. She felt his disgusting scaly skin sliding against her thighs and his member probing her intimate parts. She cried out but she didn't move. She couldn't push him off her and she knew it.
"I told you... this would be... easer if... you didn't struggle." He panted out on her face as he thrusted into her. She turned her head to the side to try and escape his rancid breath, and a flash caught her eyes. She slowly moved her hand from her side to next to her head. She looked up at Airzin to see that his eyes were closed; he was getting close to his release. She waited until he stretched his neck out with a groan as he came, and she plunged the piece of glass into his neck, cutting his carotid artery and sending a river of warm blood cascading down on her. Shock shook his body as he fell to the side and off of her. She briefly wondered why his blood was red. He looked reptilian enough to her, but his blood was as red as any human as she had met. "Fucking... bitch." His last breath in this world and he had used it to curse her, and that was fine. She had no problem with that. She brought her hand up to push some of her hair out of her face, and that was when she noticed the blood on them. Then the scrubbing had started. Now, kneeling on the floor of the shower, crying and scrubbing her skin with all her might she wondered.
What the fuck do I do now?
So what do you guys think? I know there are some things in here that are confusing or aren't explained very well, but things will come together as the story goes on. I can't reveal it all in the first chapter now can I? So please review and let me know what you think! And also I'm not totally sure how often I'll be able to update. I'm aiming for every two weeks, but I'm starting college Monday and my schedule is going to be pretty crazy for a while. But anyway R&R would be appreciated!
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