Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bend. I will not break. Part II ❯ The joke's on you 2. ( Chapter 7 )

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BEND.  I WILL NOT BREAK.  PART II,
CHAPTER 7 –  The joke's on you 2.

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-

Bulma now knelt before the prince. Not once did she raise her eyes or her head to acknowledge she was even in his presence.  Vegeta tried to link to her mentally, but she had him blocked.  Vegeta had known of her arrival even before she stepped onto the Icejin vessel.  There bond had grown stronger while they were apart.  He sensed her ki as she drew near.

"So this puny and meek creature was once the beloved pet of Frieza?  What was her appeal?  He didn't want her sexually… though I could see having her around for such a purpose."  The Icejin grinned impishly as lust shone in his eyes.

King Cold picked up on King Vegeta's apparent disinterest in having to give up his newly acquired toy.  He decided not to let it show.  Something was amiss and he would find out.  "Cooler, please.  You can have her once we are done here."  The king tried to rein Cooler in to the task at hand.  

Vegeta could not hold in the savage growl the rumbled through his chest in murderous rage.  He would kill them once he was free he swore.  On his ancestors he swore.

"Father.  Wouldn't it be more torturous to ravage the woman in front of the monkey prince?"  Cooler tried his best to sway his father in his decision.

"Oh, alright.  If only it will move this along… I do have other pressing engagements to attend to."  King Cold feigned boredom as he agreed to his son's bratish demands.

Cooler stood over Bulma in a few quick strides and he yanked her up by the arm.  Bulma's deep blue eyes narrowed at Cooler's imperious sneer.  Bulma's soft mouth curved into a satisfied smile.  In the instant that Bulma's smile spread over her face the shackles on Vegeta's tethered arms snapped open and the bit dropped to the metallic with a clank.  Curiosity crept into the younger Icejin's expression, but it was too late.

Vegeta felt his ki rush back into his limbs as if someone had filled him with water under extreme pressure.  He body tensed momentarily and then he was on his feet in a flash with Cooler suspended above him as he was held aloft by his throat.  Vegeta roared in seething anger and with his free he plunged into Cooler's gaping maw.  He caught the slimy appendage he sought after between his pointer and middle finger.  He gripped it firmly and then ripped the organ from its seat in the lizard's mouth.  

Cooler moaned in a tongue less squall as blood pour from his open orifice.  
"Your tongue for your disrespect of my mate!"  The Saiyan prince snarled as he dove his fist into Cooler's abdominal cavity.  The frigid organs were slick against his gloved digit as he felt his way to the desired depth.  He then turned the palm of his hand, inside of the monster's body, to face up.  

Cooler's face contorted in a wide range of expression that reflected pure agony.  His unseeing eyes shot in every direction as if searching blindly for the source of his bedevilment.  King Cold could only watch on as he was frozen in shock of what was happening.

"This is for the evil you and your kind have infected upon the universe!"  Vegeta spat as he launched a ki blast from within the lizard's body.  The head of his opponent was disintegrated and slowly his body followed as it was enveloped into a golden light as Vegeta's super saiyan powers returned.

Bulma saw that King Cold's sight was fixed upon the vanishing form of his now deceased first born son. She snatched the golden leash from its place on her neck and her eyes became hollow as she stretched her mental tendrils out to tear at the walls.  She fixed his stance and froze him in place with her mental ability.  Shards of metal and thin strips of the heavy alloyed walls swirled around her.  She had an excellent plan for her revenge on the vile lizard king.  No smile was present as she sent the first of the shards through his limbs fastening him to the wall.  "It's a funny bit of irony to crucify the devil; a devil which spawns monsters."  She hissed the last of her words.  She reached out for a long four foot sliver of splintered metal and clasped it tightly in both hands.  She ran barefoot at full speed toward the bound king and the with the sliver held as a sword above her head she brought it down slicing the cold blooded beast from the center of his throat down to the apex of his legs.  His gory innards splattered onto the pristine white floor staining the surface with blood and other bodily fluids. She stepped up to the shuddering form of King Cold and tipped his face up to look her in the eye with her makeshift sword under his chin.  "Did you really think you would prevail?!"  He cold words echoed though the deathly silent hall.

Sputtering and labored gasps was all she received as a reply.  The blade left his chin and his head dangled loosely once more.  She spun around and brought the blade around to cleanly cleave the king's head from his shoulders.  She had given King Cold the grandest of insults.  She denied him a fight by binding him.  She gave him what he deserved, a cowards death.

The soldier's had finished their task of gaining control of the Icejin ship.  Her signal had been when she snapped the golden chain from her throat.  Upon that command they had spread through the ship taking its inhabitants and troops by complete surprise.

Bardock waltzed back into the throne room proudly with his battle lust sated.   He saw that his queen and prince were locked in a silent stare.  The looked as if they were unsure how to approach the other.  So Bardock did the only thing he could to smooth the obvious tension.

"Is that any way for saiyan royalty to be dressed, your highness?" He insulted his queen with a minor bard.

Vegeta smirked at Bardock's comment. "You are dismissed."  The prince commanded, but the soldiers did not move.  "I'm your prince did you not hear me?"  Vegeta snapped.

"Beg your pardon, my prince, but she is the queen… and she has yet to acknowledge that order."

Vegeta's eyes widened and he looked at Bulma like she had said that they would never have sex again.  "WHAT?!"  It wasn't an angry shout, but a shout of pure disbelief.   "How are you QUEEN!  This absurd!  It is my throne by birthright!"  He shouted at the poor soldier inches from his face.

Bulma waved the soldiers off without being seen.  They left at an expedited pace.  "I think this would be better explained… behind closed doors.  Don't you think?  …Preferably our own quarters, hmm?"

Vegeta caught the invitation and then rushed over to his mate and scooped her up as he flew the way to their room.
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