Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bend. I will not break. ❯ Again in his service. ( Chapter 10 )
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By: lexylou 
Bulma confronts Zarbon about Asorna. Dodoria gets spanked and Vegeta laughs.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.26.2011 | Updated On: 06.17.2011 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 376 | Status: Work In Progress
Bulma confronts Zarbon about Asorna. Dodoria gets spanked and Vegeta laughs.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Hentai / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.26.2011 | Updated On: 06.17.2011 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 376 | Status: Work In Progress
BEND. I WILL NOT BREAK. CHAPTER 10 – AGAIN IN HIS SERVICE.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL/Z/GT.ALL CHARACTERS ARE A PRODUCT OF AKIRA TORIYAMA.This story may contain Nudity, Sexual Themes, Violence/Gore, Strong Language, Ideologically Sensitive.
-Onboard Frieza's Flagship-
Bulma walked briskly through the cold corridors and the long hallways of the ship. She was reluctantly complying with Frieza’s request. He had beckoned her like some mongrel dog to her master’s side. Kami, she hated it. The sight of him made her stomach turn with minimally containable rage. This thing… her mutilator… her maker. He was her maker. He had formed her into what she was and bent her to his will.
Vegeta knew she was beyond pissed. The waves of malice rolled off her. Her hate was almost palpable. He was concerned she would lose it in front of Frieza and cause the emperor to punish her. He would defend his mate, and he knew he would fail because he was yet strong enough to defeat him. He would die to save her, but he wanted to able to at least be strong enough take Frieza to hell with him.
-Frieza’s Flagship, Frieza’s Throne Room-
Bulma stood, her fists were clinched to her sides and Vegeta knelt, head bowed in from of the miniature lizard. Bulma’s eye twitched and she was struggling to get her temper under control. She had never once reined it in before and she damned all consequences. Most of them ended with her in the regen-tank.
“Ah, so you’ve returned to me.” Frieza said as he turned from the window her was gazing out of. His was tail lazily flicking behind him as he walked over to the pair. “Bulma, I see you’re as obedient as ever.” He said sarcastically with an undertone of boredom. “…And Vegeta, do get up so I may see your face. My, how I’ve missed you both terribly. It’s been boring around here without you.” Frieza said in a mock of a pout. “Vegeta, I’ll expect all of your reports within the hour. You are dismissed.”
“Yes, Lord Frieza” Vegeta bowed and left the throne room without a backwards glance.
“Now the dirty monkey is gone, Bulma, tell me how my little pet doing.” He asked as he ran his cold fingers through her blue silken hair. “It’s gotten longer and is soft as ever.” The way he leered at her diminutively further aggravated her. They way he fondled her tresses caused bile to burn in the back of her throat.
“I have no complaints, my lord.” Bulma decided to appease him by using his title. “What are checking for fleas, highness?”
“You always were the funny one, dearest. Please, speak plainly. We have no need for titles right now.” He smiled taking her by the hand and leading her to sit with him at his throne. “You are quite the magnificent creature, dear Bulma. Had I a taste for women, I would have you adorning my bed chamber clothed in nothing but silk sheets morning-noon-and-night until my arrival. No, you’re not to type of woman to wait around all day on a man. Perhaps we should find you a man to warm your sheets, hmm?”
“How kind of you, milord, but I don’t required companionship.” She said flatly avoiding eye contact with the last word.
“Were you able to copulate and conceive with other species besides your own; I would have you bred. Oh, such beautiful offspring you could produce. Oh well. You’re still just as precious to me anyway.” Frieza said lost in his reverie.
Frieza knew that she couldn’t conceive with other species. One of the experiments performed using her DNA on Asorna proved it to be true. The results were often negative and if a successful conception did occur the embryo soon died after the first few weeks. Frieza himself gave his own DNA to see if a hybrid could be created thus giving him an heir. It was another failure.
“You may go now. I do love our little chats.”
Vegeta waited for Bulma in a darkened alcove in the hallway. He sense as she drew near then snatched her back into the darkness. “Don’t do that!” She spat in annoyance. He returned her comment with a smirk before kissing her.
“What did he want?” He said running the back of his fingers down her cheek.
“He wants to find me a man for his little pet to have puppies with so he bask in their beauty!” She said disgustedly. She looked as if she had a bad taste in her mouth.
“You know… I can help you with that, if you like?” He jested her while pulling her hips to his and grinding her softly.
“Practice all you want, but it won’t happen. My DNA isn’t compatible with another species. Even if I wanted a child I could never have one.” She said joking at first then her words quieted. Her relief was mixed with regret.
“Bulma…” He said quietly in almost sympathy, but didn’t let it go that far. She didn’t need his pity.
“He didn’t say or ask anything else. I don’t know what or if he knows the extent of my abilities. You said yourself that you didn’t know how long he was watching the feed from our scouters.” His onna never dwelled on the depressing very long. “Well, I’m going to go meet up with my emwi. I’ll see you tonight.” She kissed him goodbye the strolled down the halls away from him.
“Care to move your fat ass out of my way, Dodoria?” She said challengingly. She attempted to step around him, but was stopped by his firm hand on her shoulder. She looked down to his hand then back up to his face.
“You know, it was my idea that Lord Frieza put a leash on you? As it well as was that he send you to Asorna.” He plastered his most sinister smile to rile her all the more.
“Oh, Dodoria.” She said innocently. “Did you think I didn’t know? Your admission is rather touching. I suppose I have you to thank for that.” Bulma gave him a cold half smile as she exposed a glint of her petite canines.
Dodoria made an attempt to squeeze her should in his powerful hand, but soon felt pain creep into his body and slowly making it way to his brain. He felt something dribbled down his top lip from his nose. He used his free hand he wiped his face. His eyes widened with panic as he looked at his bloody hand and released his hold on her. As soon as his hand left contact with her the pain evaporated. The only evidence left was the bloody residue on his face and hand.
“Dodoria. Touch me again and I’ll stop your heart.” She said in a sinisterly low cold voice and with so much as a back ward glance she was gone.
“You really shouldn’t rile her like that.” Zarbon stated indifferently before following after her.
“You should keep that monster in a cage!! You hear me, Zarbon!!” Dodoria shouted behind Zarbon.
-Bulma and Zarbon’s Quarters-
When Zarbon arrived at their quarters he found Bulma sitting cross-legged on her bed practicing with seven palm sized orbs. She had them whirling through the air around herself. The orbs were made out of the heaviest material in the known universe. They were the perfect tools to help her strengthen her mental tendrils.
“Suri?” He asked quietly. Zarbon noticed her eyes were closed in concentration and he waited to be acknowledged.
Her eyes suddenly snapped open and the orbs dropped heavily and sunk deeply into the mattress. “Did you know!?” She asked sharply
“…Not until you were already gone.” He said quietly as he leaned against her doorframe with his arms across his midsection, a palm on each elbow. Zarbon knew she what meant. She wanted to know he knew about the ‘override’.
“I believe you.” She whispered softly.
“And why is that?” He asked with his face blank of expression. His eyes were fixed on her face in effort to gauge her thoughts.
“You haven’t any fear of me…” She was swiftly interrupted as Zarbon spoke.
“I have no need to fear you! I have adopted you as my own blood. You are my suri… my sister.”
“…And you are my emwi.” She said with a hint of a smile.
“Well… Are you going to sit there or are you going to embrace me?” He said with a lightened mood as he opened his arms to receive her.
-The Halls of Frieza’s Flagship-
“That bitch will pay!...” Dodoria exclaimed shaking in fear and fury.
Hoarse maniacal laughter was soon heard from the corner shadows. “ I don’t think so Dodoria.” Vegeta made himself seen as he stepped into the light. “She had you well in hand without raising a finger. It’s sad really, someone with your girth unable to stand against one little girl.”
“Not that it is any of your business, monkey, but that is no ordinary girl… She could turn you inside out just by dreaming about it.” Said Dodoria as well as double checking his nose to make sure it was no longer bleeding.
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL/Z/GT.ALL CHARACTERS ARE A PRODUCT OF AKIRA TORIYAMA.This story may contain Nudity, Sexual Themes, Violence/Gore, Strong Language, Ideologically Sensitive.
-Onboard Frieza's Flagship-
Bulma walked briskly through the cold corridors and the long hallways of the ship. She was reluctantly complying with Frieza’s request. He had beckoned her like some mongrel dog to her master’s side. Kami, she hated it. The sight of him made her stomach turn with minimally containable rage. This thing… her mutilator… her maker. He was her maker. He had formed her into what she was and bent her to his will.
Vegeta knew she was beyond pissed. The waves of malice rolled off her. Her hate was almost palpable. He was concerned she would lose it in front of Frieza and cause the emperor to punish her. He would defend his mate, and he knew he would fail because he was yet strong enough to defeat him. He would die to save her, but he wanted to able to at least be strong enough take Frieza to hell with him.
-Frieza’s Flagship, Frieza’s Throne Room-
Bulma stood, her fists were clinched to her sides and Vegeta knelt, head bowed in from of the miniature lizard. Bulma’s eye twitched and she was struggling to get her temper under control. She had never once reined it in before and she damned all consequences. Most of them ended with her in the regen-tank.
“Ah, so you’ve returned to me.” Frieza said as he turned from the window her was gazing out of. His was tail lazily flicking behind him as he walked over to the pair. “Bulma, I see you’re as obedient as ever.” He said sarcastically with an undertone of boredom. “…And Vegeta, do get up so I may see your face. My, how I’ve missed you both terribly. It’s been boring around here without you.” Frieza said in a mock of a pout. “Vegeta, I’ll expect all of your reports within the hour. You are dismissed.”
“Yes, Lord Frieza” Vegeta bowed and left the throne room without a backwards glance.
“Now the dirty monkey is gone, Bulma, tell me how my little pet doing.” He asked as he ran his cold fingers through her blue silken hair. “It’s gotten longer and is soft as ever.” The way he leered at her diminutively further aggravated her. They way he fondled her tresses caused bile to burn in the back of her throat.
“I have no complaints, my lord.” Bulma decided to appease him by using his title. “What are checking for fleas, highness?”
“You always were the funny one, dearest. Please, speak plainly. We have no need for titles right now.” He smiled taking her by the hand and leading her to sit with him at his throne. “You are quite the magnificent creature, dear Bulma. Had I a taste for women, I would have you adorning my bed chamber clothed in nothing but silk sheets morning-noon-and-night until my arrival. No, you’re not to type of woman to wait around all day on a man. Perhaps we should find you a man to warm your sheets, hmm?”
“How kind of you, milord, but I don’t required companionship.” She said flatly avoiding eye contact with the last word.
“Were you able to copulate and conceive with other species besides your own; I would have you bred. Oh, such beautiful offspring you could produce. Oh well. You’re still just as precious to me anyway.” Frieza said lost in his reverie.
Frieza knew that she couldn’t conceive with other species. One of the experiments performed using her DNA on Asorna proved it to be true. The results were often negative and if a successful conception did occur the embryo soon died after the first few weeks. Frieza himself gave his own DNA to see if a hybrid could be created thus giving him an heir. It was another failure.
“You may go now. I do love our little chats.”
* * *
-The Halls of Frieza’s Flagship-Vegeta waited for Bulma in a darkened alcove in the hallway. He sense as she drew near then snatched her back into the darkness. “Don’t do that!” She spat in annoyance. He returned her comment with a smirk before kissing her.
“What did he want?” He said running the back of his fingers down her cheek.
“He wants to find me a man for his little pet to have puppies with so he bask in their beauty!” She said disgustedly. She looked as if she had a bad taste in her mouth.
“You know… I can help you with that, if you like?” He jested her while pulling her hips to his and grinding her softly.
“Practice all you want, but it won’t happen. My DNA isn’t compatible with another species. Even if I wanted a child I could never have one.” She said joking at first then her words quieted. Her relief was mixed with regret.
“Bulma…” He said quietly in almost sympathy, but didn’t let it go that far. She didn’t need his pity.
“He didn’t say or ask anything else. I don’t know what or if he knows the extent of my abilities. You said yourself that you didn’t know how long he was watching the feed from our scouters.” His onna never dwelled on the depressing very long. “Well, I’m going to go meet up with my emwi. I’ll see you tonight.” She kissed him goodbye the strolled down the halls away from him.
* * *
“Hey, girly. What’s a pretty thing like you doing walking the hallways all alone?” Bulma stopped to see a fat mass of pink blocking her path.“Care to move your fat ass out of my way, Dodoria?” She said challengingly. She attempted to step around him, but was stopped by his firm hand on her shoulder. She looked down to his hand then back up to his face.
“You know, it was my idea that Lord Frieza put a leash on you? As it well as was that he send you to Asorna.” He plastered his most sinister smile to rile her all the more.
“Oh, Dodoria.” She said innocently. “Did you think I didn’t know? Your admission is rather touching. I suppose I have you to thank for that.” Bulma gave him a cold half smile as she exposed a glint of her petite canines.
Dodoria made an attempt to squeeze her should in his powerful hand, but soon felt pain creep into his body and slowly making it way to his brain. He felt something dribbled down his top lip from his nose. He used his free hand he wiped his face. His eyes widened with panic as he looked at his bloody hand and released his hold on her. As soon as his hand left contact with her the pain evaporated. The only evidence left was the bloody residue on his face and hand.
“Dodoria. Touch me again and I’ll stop your heart.” She said in a sinisterly low cold voice and with so much as a back ward glance she was gone.
“You really shouldn’t rile her like that.” Zarbon stated indifferently before following after her.
“You should keep that monster in a cage!! You hear me, Zarbon!!” Dodoria shouted behind Zarbon.
-Bulma and Zarbon’s Quarters-
When Zarbon arrived at their quarters he found Bulma sitting cross-legged on her bed practicing with seven palm sized orbs. She had them whirling through the air around herself. The orbs were made out of the heaviest material in the known universe. They were the perfect tools to help her strengthen her mental tendrils.
“Suri?” He asked quietly. Zarbon noticed her eyes were closed in concentration and he waited to be acknowledged.
Her eyes suddenly snapped open and the orbs dropped heavily and sunk deeply into the mattress. “Did you know!?” She asked sharply
“…Not until you were already gone.” He said quietly as he leaned against her doorframe with his arms across his midsection, a palm on each elbow. Zarbon knew she what meant. She wanted to know he knew about the ‘override’.
“I believe you.” She whispered softly.
“And why is that?” He asked with his face blank of expression. His eyes were fixed on her face in effort to gauge her thoughts.
“You haven’t any fear of me…” She was swiftly interrupted as Zarbon spoke.
“I have no need to fear you! I have adopted you as my own blood. You are my suri… my sister.”
“…And you are my emwi.” She said with a hint of a smile.
“Well… Are you going to sit there or are you going to embrace me?” He said with a lightened mood as he opened his arms to receive her.
-The Halls of Frieza’s Flagship-
“That bitch will pay!...” Dodoria exclaimed shaking in fear and fury.
Hoarse maniacal laughter was soon heard from the corner shadows. “ I don’t think so Dodoria.” Vegeta made himself seen as he stepped into the light. “She had you well in hand without raising a finger. It’s sad really, someone with your girth unable to stand against one little girl.”
“Not that it is any of your business, monkey, but that is no ordinary girl… She could turn you inside out just by dreaming about it.” Said Dodoria as well as double checking his nose to make sure it was no longer bleeding.
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