Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Breathe Today, Tomorrow Unknown ❯ At First ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: kirara_sango 
At First
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Romance / Hentai / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.30.2014 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 532 | Status: Work In Progress
At First
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Romance / Hentai / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.30.2014 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 532 | Status: Work In Progress
Just because the scar on your hand has disappeared, doesn't mean
the story behind it is gone as well. A lot of painful memories you
wish had never happened are still there. Sucking it up and thinking
they are gone wont help. If you still cry about it at night, then
there is still something inside of you that wont let it pass. Fear
gets to some people. It holds them down and makes sure they don't
get back up. The only way to get rid of the fear...is to face it.
In this case, I had to face mine.
For a long time, now, I have been keeping it inside of me. I have made sure that it hasn't come out and that no one would find out about it. My fear is Prince Vegeta. I have unfortunately had the displeasure of knowing him for a long time. Ever since I can remember, I have been serving under him. My journey here began when I was taken from Earth.
I was only about 4 or 5 at the time when I was taken from my home planet. I was immediately put on a ship and flown to the Slave Space Station. When I was ushered into the spacecraft, I remember being frightened. A large man walked me down this hallway. I passed cell after cell, seeing crying faces and people holding one another. They all looked at me differently, though. I was the youngest, and I had no one. When we made it a certain distance, he opened up one of the cells and placed me in it.
In the cell, I remember seeing this lady. She was older, graying hair, pale skin, and it looked like she had been beaten badly. Yet, she looked at me and smiled. It was a crooked smile, a damaged smile, but she tried her best to look friendly. She was hinting me to come her way, but I didn't; I stayed still. I didn't want to go to her, I wanted to stay where I was.
To this day I can still hear my mom and how she always told me that if I got lost to stay where I was until someone found me. So I stayed. I wanted my mom to come and find me, to save me from this place, this horrible disgusting place. Unfortunately, I knew she wouldn't come. I watched as she was slaughtered with the rest of my family, leaving me to be dragged on the ship. I would never be found.
Being in there for a couple of days, I was finally taken out and placed into this strange room. The room consisted of a bed, and that was about it. The walls were an ice blue, giving off the accurate feeling of being cold, numb to everything. On the opposite side my bed was on, there was a window that covered the wall. It was like looking into a display at the mall. I was the display. I spent most of my time right next to that window, looking at the people who either looked in or walked by. It was strange seeing all the different kinds of beings that passed by. But one day a little boy with spiky hair walked next to my window and stopped.
I looked at him funny, like a dog looking at human after they had just made a strange noise, this boy was strange to me. He looked at me while talking to an older man next to him. They had no resemblance, so I just figured it to be his guard or something of the sort. The next thing I knew, my room door opened and an odd blue man with fire red hair came in and pulled me out. The boy looked at me once again and smirked. His smirk was wicked, yet sweet in a horrible sort of way. Even back then I could see something evil in his eyes, which frightened me. It wasn't long until his guard picked me up and followed the young boy.
As much as I wanted to struggle, I didn't. I guess being young and scared turned me into stone, or something. He carried me down many hallways, giving me a chance to see other creatures in rooms that I was just taken out of. We all were really on display.
In only moments, the boy stopped at a door. After the man holding me punched in some numbers on a pin pad next to it, we entered into another ship and took off once again. Once the guard set me down, I just dropped down and sat there. The boy turned and smiled at me once more. I didn't know what else to do, so I smiled as well. I didn't smile for long, though, looking around the ship at my new surroundings.
"So you're my slave now. You know that, right girl?" breaking the silence, he looked at me with that same smirk he gave me in the space station. It was the smile of a killer.
"No..." I looked at him weird while giving him that child look of disagreement. My eyes narrowed as I gently shook my head back and forth. I remember my brothers telling me that I was their slave and that I had to do all of their chores. I knew what a slave was, but not to the degree that he meant.
"You must not know who I am." he spoke confusingly, only laughing when he saw me shake my head. "I am Prince Vegeta of planet Vegeta and you will be my slave for I have just bought you."
"But I'm not for sale." I replied as I folded my arms across my chest.
"Girl, soon that free mind of yours will be broken." He looked at me once more before turning away. Chills ran up my spine. I was only 4, I shouldn't know what fear was except for the monster in my closet. Yet, I was scared of him.
Years have passed since I was sold to Prince Vegeta, yet that day still burns in my mind. From being 4 years old to almost being 19, that fear still remains, and I have tried to keep it a secret.
In my years of being his slave, I have cooked for him, cleaned up after him, made his appointments, picked up various items for him, and other such things. It's not a bad life, but it is also not one that I feel I am meant to live. My young childhood is gone, but I remember wanting to grow up to be an astronaut or a veterinarian, I never wanted to be a slave. But then again, no one does. My freedom was short lived, but I do plan on getting it back. I don't know what that will be, but I am hoping it to be soon. I have promised myself on each one of my birthdays that I will escape, but so far I haven't kept true to myself. It's not that I haven't wanted to, I just haven't found a way to get me off of this damn planet. I have, however, been slowly educating myself for the escape.
For my previous birthdays, I have asked to spend a day at the library, which Prince Vegeta had shockingly allowed. Studying how their spaceships worked, I have been slowly learning how to control one of them. I'd spend my entire day just reading up on ships, asking if I can bring a book or two to my room with me. He never found the harm in it, so I was always able to. Whenever I wasn't working, I'd put my head in one of the books. If anything, reading has been my sanity. Without it, I would be lost.
I mean, there are other humans on this planet, but I have learned my lesson from them. Each time I would make a friend, they would either die, get sent away, or they would enlighten their master, who would in turn tell Prince Vegeta, about any escape plan I had going at the time.
When I was in my pre-teens to early teens, I would try to escape left and right. I'd gather some humans and make an elaborate plan with them about escaping. It would seem like everyone was on board, but apparently they weren't. I never understood why. At least one of them would end up saying something to their master, leading me to be punished by severe beatings. I don't like humans. I have never met one that would actually keep my secret. So, now Vegeta thinks I am over the whole escaping thing since I haven't attempted anything in years. The beatings, broken bones and everything is scary, but the thought of staying a slave on this planet is even scarier for me.
So, I didn't really have friends. I stay to myself. If anything, I bond with my guard Goku more than anything. He's tough, but he is someone to rant and rave to. He has never said anything to Prince Vegeta, so I trust him for the most part. I never reveal anything too bad, though, such as my escape plans. It's nice to have someone to talk to, shockingly it isn't someone of my own race.
I never find myself talking with Prince Vegeta, though. He was always with his concubines, training, or doing political stuff. He would rule the planet one day, so he was always busy. Being his main slave, I find myself having a lot more time to do things on my own. The only thing I find uncomfortable is cleaning his room. It's not that he is messy, it's the fact that he keeps his concubines in there.
Whenever I enter the room, I always see a woman there. Usually, they are scared and naked. I calmly make the bed and clean around them, trying not to make eye contact. They'll ask me where they are, what will become of them, how to escape, why I wont help them, why I wont talk to them, why I wont look at them, and sometimes they even try to put their hands on me. I have been in a brawl once or twice, but Goku was always right outside the door and came in if he heard any screaming or ruckus of sorts.
I never blamed them, though. If anything, I felt bad for them. I knew they weren't going to last that long, maybe two weeks max before they would be killed off. Prince Vegeta didn't share. If he had already slept with it, then he didn't want anyone else to.
Instead of being mad at them, I would just brush off my shoulders, and leave the room. If I invested my time in them, then I would be down a whole new sinkhole, wanting to help and possibly getting burned by a human again and punished by Prince Vegeta. If I am going to be punished by him, it'll be because I failed at escaping, not because someone blabbed on me.
My life here is everything but perfect. I fear for my life daily. It's something I have, and never will, get used to. I live on the ledge. I walk a fine line between life and death with this man. He may be busy, but in the time I do spend with him, I am frightened. I know he can take everything and more from me. In my life so far, I have only ever been able to keep on thing; my name. My mother and father gave me this name. My brothers called me by this name. My identity is in this name.I am Bulma Briefs, and I will hold onto that whether I make it out of this place or die in it.
For a long time, now, I have been keeping it inside of me. I have made sure that it hasn't come out and that no one would find out about it. My fear is Prince Vegeta. I have unfortunately had the displeasure of knowing him for a long time. Ever since I can remember, I have been serving under him. My journey here began when I was taken from Earth.
I was only about 4 or 5 at the time when I was taken from my home planet. I was immediately put on a ship and flown to the Slave Space Station. When I was ushered into the spacecraft, I remember being frightened. A large man walked me down this hallway. I passed cell after cell, seeing crying faces and people holding one another. They all looked at me differently, though. I was the youngest, and I had no one. When we made it a certain distance, he opened up one of the cells and placed me in it.
In the cell, I remember seeing this lady. She was older, graying hair, pale skin, and it looked like she had been beaten badly. Yet, she looked at me and smiled. It was a crooked smile, a damaged smile, but she tried her best to look friendly. She was hinting me to come her way, but I didn't; I stayed still. I didn't want to go to her, I wanted to stay where I was.
To this day I can still hear my mom and how she always told me that if I got lost to stay where I was until someone found me. So I stayed. I wanted my mom to come and find me, to save me from this place, this horrible disgusting place. Unfortunately, I knew she wouldn't come. I watched as she was slaughtered with the rest of my family, leaving me to be dragged on the ship. I would never be found.
Being in there for a couple of days, I was finally taken out and placed into this strange room. The room consisted of a bed, and that was about it. The walls were an ice blue, giving off the accurate feeling of being cold, numb to everything. On the opposite side my bed was on, there was a window that covered the wall. It was like looking into a display at the mall. I was the display. I spent most of my time right next to that window, looking at the people who either looked in or walked by. It was strange seeing all the different kinds of beings that passed by. But one day a little boy with spiky hair walked next to my window and stopped.
I looked at him funny, like a dog looking at human after they had just made a strange noise, this boy was strange to me. He looked at me while talking to an older man next to him. They had no resemblance, so I just figured it to be his guard or something of the sort. The next thing I knew, my room door opened and an odd blue man with fire red hair came in and pulled me out. The boy looked at me once again and smirked. His smirk was wicked, yet sweet in a horrible sort of way. Even back then I could see something evil in his eyes, which frightened me. It wasn't long until his guard picked me up and followed the young boy.
As much as I wanted to struggle, I didn't. I guess being young and scared turned me into stone, or something. He carried me down many hallways, giving me a chance to see other creatures in rooms that I was just taken out of. We all were really on display.
In only moments, the boy stopped at a door. After the man holding me punched in some numbers on a pin pad next to it, we entered into another ship and took off once again. Once the guard set me down, I just dropped down and sat there. The boy turned and smiled at me once more. I didn't know what else to do, so I smiled as well. I didn't smile for long, though, looking around the ship at my new surroundings.
"So you're my slave now. You know that, right girl?" breaking the silence, he looked at me with that same smirk he gave me in the space station. It was the smile of a killer.
"No..." I looked at him weird while giving him that child look of disagreement. My eyes narrowed as I gently shook my head back and forth. I remember my brothers telling me that I was their slave and that I had to do all of their chores. I knew what a slave was, but not to the degree that he meant.
"You must not know who I am." he spoke confusingly, only laughing when he saw me shake my head. "I am Prince Vegeta of planet Vegeta and you will be my slave for I have just bought you."
"But I'm not for sale." I replied as I folded my arms across my chest.
"Girl, soon that free mind of yours will be broken." He looked at me once more before turning away. Chills ran up my spine. I was only 4, I shouldn't know what fear was except for the monster in my closet. Yet, I was scared of him.
Years have passed since I was sold to Prince Vegeta, yet that day still burns in my mind. From being 4 years old to almost being 19, that fear still remains, and I have tried to keep it a secret.
In my years of being his slave, I have cooked for him, cleaned up after him, made his appointments, picked up various items for him, and other such things. It's not a bad life, but it is also not one that I feel I am meant to live. My young childhood is gone, but I remember wanting to grow up to be an astronaut or a veterinarian, I never wanted to be a slave. But then again, no one does. My freedom was short lived, but I do plan on getting it back. I don't know what that will be, but I am hoping it to be soon. I have promised myself on each one of my birthdays that I will escape, but so far I haven't kept true to myself. It's not that I haven't wanted to, I just haven't found a way to get me off of this damn planet. I have, however, been slowly educating myself for the escape.
For my previous birthdays, I have asked to spend a day at the library, which Prince Vegeta had shockingly allowed. Studying how their spaceships worked, I have been slowly learning how to control one of them. I'd spend my entire day just reading up on ships, asking if I can bring a book or two to my room with me. He never found the harm in it, so I was always able to. Whenever I wasn't working, I'd put my head in one of the books. If anything, reading has been my sanity. Without it, I would be lost.
I mean, there are other humans on this planet, but I have learned my lesson from them. Each time I would make a friend, they would either die, get sent away, or they would enlighten their master, who would in turn tell Prince Vegeta, about any escape plan I had going at the time.
When I was in my pre-teens to early teens, I would try to escape left and right. I'd gather some humans and make an elaborate plan with them about escaping. It would seem like everyone was on board, but apparently they weren't. I never understood why. At least one of them would end up saying something to their master, leading me to be punished by severe beatings. I don't like humans. I have never met one that would actually keep my secret. So, now Vegeta thinks I am over the whole escaping thing since I haven't attempted anything in years. The beatings, broken bones and everything is scary, but the thought of staying a slave on this planet is even scarier for me.
So, I didn't really have friends. I stay to myself. If anything, I bond with my guard Goku more than anything. He's tough, but he is someone to rant and rave to. He has never said anything to Prince Vegeta, so I trust him for the most part. I never reveal anything too bad, though, such as my escape plans. It's nice to have someone to talk to, shockingly it isn't someone of my own race.
I never find myself talking with Prince Vegeta, though. He was always with his concubines, training, or doing political stuff. He would rule the planet one day, so he was always busy. Being his main slave, I find myself having a lot more time to do things on my own. The only thing I find uncomfortable is cleaning his room. It's not that he is messy, it's the fact that he keeps his concubines in there.
Whenever I enter the room, I always see a woman there. Usually, they are scared and naked. I calmly make the bed and clean around them, trying not to make eye contact. They'll ask me where they are, what will become of them, how to escape, why I wont help them, why I wont talk to them, why I wont look at them, and sometimes they even try to put their hands on me. I have been in a brawl once or twice, but Goku was always right outside the door and came in if he heard any screaming or ruckus of sorts.
I never blamed them, though. If anything, I felt bad for them. I knew they weren't going to last that long, maybe two weeks max before they would be killed off. Prince Vegeta didn't share. If he had already slept with it, then he didn't want anyone else to.
Instead of being mad at them, I would just brush off my shoulders, and leave the room. If I invested my time in them, then I would be down a whole new sinkhole, wanting to help and possibly getting burned by a human again and punished by Prince Vegeta. If I am going to be punished by him, it'll be because I failed at escaping, not because someone blabbed on me.
My life here is everything but perfect. I fear for my life daily. It's something I have, and never will, get used to. I live on the ledge. I walk a fine line between life and death with this man. He may be busy, but in the time I do spend with him, I am frightened. I know he can take everything and more from me. In my life so far, I have only ever been able to keep on thing; my name. My mother and father gave me this name. My brothers called me by this name. My identity is in this name.I am Bulma Briefs, and I will hold onto that whether I make it out of this place or die in it.