Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bend. I will not break. Part II ❯ The joke's on you. ( Chapter 6 )
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By: lexylou 
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Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Romance / Sci-fi | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.14.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 172 | Status: Completed
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Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Romance / Sci-fi | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.14.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 172 | Status: Completed
BEND. I WILL NOT BREAK. PART II,
CHAPTER 6 – The joke's on you.
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, and Ideologically Sensitive.
A/N: -thought- "speech" (mental speech)
-The Oni Yûrei-
A servant from the ships control room walked in and bowed before delivering his message. "There's a ship on approach, my lords. It appears to be saiyan."
"It seems the aging bastard has arrived earlier than expected. Did the stupid primate think watching his son die was part of the deal?" Cooler snidely grumbled as his waved off the servant. The servant scurried away quickly lest he become target practice for the eldest and remaining son's rage. Cooler cleared his throat as the servant tried to slip past him unnoticed. "You were not dismissed, slave." His tone was sharp and the last word was biting. The servant froze and returned to a position out of the way in the massive room.
"Let him watch the prince die and then he can watch the rest of his race follow him." The king said coolly and then smiled at the thought of freshly spilled blood. –It has been too long.-
"What say you Vegeta?" The king looked down at the quiet saiyan prince. A malicious grin spread wide. "Oh, I forgot. Sorry about the bit. If you would only remember that my soldiers are not chew toys we wouldn't have to muzzle you like an animal."
Vegeta had been muzzled because he had made good on his previous threats to the soldier that had spoke ill of his Bulma. He didn't quite disembowel the man, but he did rip that man's throat out. The soldier figured he could tease Vegeta like one would pester a caged beast… and get away with it. His mouth began to dry from not being able to close and his jaw ached with being forced open. He had a few choice words and threats. If he had the capability to tap into the depth of his they would have since been blow to oblivion.
-The Royal Saiyan Flagship-
"Docking has commenced, my queen." The crew sergeant forwarded the progress to his new sovereign.
"Excellent, Adash." Bulma commended. "Ready the troops for the first assault on my command. We're going into this as if there is nothing wrong. Bardock!"
Take your place and keep the cloak covering your face. You're supposed to be the king and I your slave. For this to work you must play the part and not be seen."
"Come on, your majesty, I'm not that ugly." Bardock jested and prodded at his fiery and nervous queen. Not only was he bound to protect her for she was his queen. He would also do so because she was the prince's mate and his son's friend.
"Now is not the time. Now take the leash, Bardock." She admonished his for his carefree joking and extended the end of a gold chain which was fastened to her wrists. She had to visit the disbanded harems earlier to find something to wear to play her part as the broken bed slave.
Bardock looked her up and down as he took the leash in hand. "You might want to make this quick. I might just like telling you what to do." He smiled at her and she returned it with a hateful glare.
"If you fuck this up, and we live by some small measure of dumb luck, I can promise you I'll make you wear this exact outfit for a month." She threatened as she motioned with her bound hands from her shoulders down.
Bardock coughed. "That won't be necessary, my queen. We won't fail." He puffed out his chest confidently.
"Let's see to it that we don't."
-The Oni Yûrei-
Bulma and company walked escorted the long stretch to the Icejin throne room. This ship was by far more grand than Frieza's had been. However the color scheme had not improved. Bulma gagged inwardly at the sight.
The doors were opened for them and they stepped across the threshold into the expansive room. Upon the dais sat King Cold with his son, Cooler, at his side. Vegeta was kneeled as he was chained to the floor. "Ah, King Vegeta, come to see the end I see… the end of your line that is." The Icejin chuckled in ill taste.
Vegeta looked up to see a very subdued blue haired woman being pulled along by a jeweled gold chain like puppet on a string. The sight caused not only rage, but a twist of fear that he had lost her had entered his gut. He looked up into the hooded face of her tormentor, his father. His furious stare must have caused something to creep into the shrouded figures soul for his unrelenting gaze caused the man to shift and fidget in a way that was unbecoming to royalty. Then he noticed the boots that the figure wore. They were of a second class soldier. A king wouldn't be caught wearing such unfitting clothing. He looked at Bulma for any sign of who it might be instead of the king. Their eyes locked only briefly and what he saw were not the eyes of a broken and defeated woman. It was a ruse, but to what purpose?
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CHAPTER 6 – The joke's on you.
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, and Ideologically Sensitive.
A/N: -thought- "speech" (mental speech)
-The Oni Yûrei-
A servant from the ships control room walked in and bowed before delivering his message. "There's a ship on approach, my lords. It appears to be saiyan."
"It seems the aging bastard has arrived earlier than expected. Did the stupid primate think watching his son die was part of the deal?" Cooler snidely grumbled as his waved off the servant. The servant scurried away quickly lest he become target practice for the eldest and remaining son's rage. Cooler cleared his throat as the servant tried to slip past him unnoticed. "You were not dismissed, slave." His tone was sharp and the last word was biting. The servant froze and returned to a position out of the way in the massive room.
"Let him watch the prince die and then he can watch the rest of his race follow him." The king said coolly and then smiled at the thought of freshly spilled blood. –It has been too long.-
"What say you Vegeta?" The king looked down at the quiet saiyan prince. A malicious grin spread wide. "Oh, I forgot. Sorry about the bit. If you would only remember that my soldiers are not chew toys we wouldn't have to muzzle you like an animal."
Vegeta had been muzzled because he had made good on his previous threats to the soldier that had spoke ill of his Bulma. He didn't quite disembowel the man, but he did rip that man's throat out. The soldier figured he could tease Vegeta like one would pester a caged beast… and get away with it. His mouth began to dry from not being able to close and his jaw ached with being forced open. He had a few choice words and threats. If he had the capability to tap into the depth of his they would have since been blow to oblivion.
-The Royal Saiyan Flagship-
"Docking has commenced, my queen." The crew sergeant forwarded the progress to his new sovereign.
"Excellent, Adash." Bulma commended. "Ready the troops for the first assault on my command. We're going into this as if there is nothing wrong. Bardock!"
Take your place and keep the cloak covering your face. You're supposed to be the king and I your slave. For this to work you must play the part and not be seen."
"Come on, your majesty, I'm not that ugly." Bardock jested and prodded at his fiery and nervous queen. Not only was he bound to protect her for she was his queen. He would also do so because she was the prince's mate and his son's friend.
"Now is not the time. Now take the leash, Bardock." She admonished his for his carefree joking and extended the end of a gold chain which was fastened to her wrists. She had to visit the disbanded harems earlier to find something to wear to play her part as the broken bed slave.
Bardock looked her up and down as he took the leash in hand. "You might want to make this quick. I might just like telling you what to do." He smiled at her and she returned it with a hateful glare.
"If you fuck this up, and we live by some small measure of dumb luck, I can promise you I'll make you wear this exact outfit for a month." She threatened as she motioned with her bound hands from her shoulders down.
Bardock coughed. "That won't be necessary, my queen. We won't fail." He puffed out his chest confidently.
"Let's see to it that we don't."
-The Oni Yûrei-
Bulma and company walked escorted the long stretch to the Icejin throne room. This ship was by far more grand than Frieza's had been. However the color scheme had not improved. Bulma gagged inwardly at the sight.
The doors were opened for them and they stepped across the threshold into the expansive room. Upon the dais sat King Cold with his son, Cooler, at his side. Vegeta was kneeled as he was chained to the floor. "Ah, King Vegeta, come to see the end I see… the end of your line that is." The Icejin chuckled in ill taste.
Vegeta looked up to see a very subdued blue haired woman being pulled along by a jeweled gold chain like puppet on a string. The sight caused not only rage, but a twist of fear that he had lost her had entered his gut. He looked up into the hooded face of her tormentor, his father. His furious stare must have caused something to creep into the shrouded figures soul for his unrelenting gaze caused the man to shift and fidget in a way that was unbecoming to royalty. Then he noticed the boots that the figure wore. They were of a second class soldier. A king wouldn't be caught wearing such unfitting clothing. He looked at Bulma for any sign of who it might be instead of the king. Their eyes locked only briefly and what he saw were not the eyes of a broken and defeated woman. It was a ruse, but to what purpose?
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