Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Breathe Today, Tomorrow Unknown ❯ Diana Week ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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"Bulma?" I awaken to a voice calling to me. Looking up, I see Goku next to my bed. Stretching my arms above me to loosen up my body, I began blinking rapidly to make my blurry vision go away.

"I fell asleep." I sat up, placing both of my index fingers on the inner corner of my eyes to get the gunk out of it. When I saw black gunk on my fingers, my eyes widened. "Ah crap!" I jumped up, quickly walking to the bathroom to see if my eye liner had spread everywhere. Luckily, it was perfectly fine.

"What was that about?" Goku spoke as I turned off my bathroom light to meet him by his place by the window.

"Girl problems, I guess." I didn't really know what to tell him. I was honestly shocked that I had even cared if my eye liner had messed up or not. I was new to this 'being vain' thing.

"Ah," he looked me up and down before returning to my open room door, "Suits you well."

"I know." I quickly spoke after he finished his sentence, leaving him with a cocked head.

"So cocky you've become in the past few hours."

"You did this to me." I laughed as I met him at the door, closing it behind me.

Shrugging in response, he began to walk away from me. Knowing that I had to, I started after him. I was actually excited about going to the event. In all my years of being here, I never thought I would ever be excited about going to such a thing, but here I was, butterflies in my stomach.

As we walked the hallways to make our way to the Grand Room, I found that each time we passed a mirror, I found myself looking at it. I didn't couldn't recognize the reflection. The woman staring back at me looked confident, beautiful, self aware, mysterious; all the things I never really was. I liked to pretend I was all of these things, but never knew that a nice dress and makeup could bring it out of me. It was odd.

Turning down hallway after hallway, I began to wonder if Goku even knew where he was going. I sure as hell didn't, this whole place was new to me. Even though I had been here a long time, I hadn't even been to 30 percent of the palace that I lived in. I was definitely lost.

"Really?" I spoke as we made it to an elevator, "The Grand Room is found by an elevator? Can't your race fly?" I raised a brow at the Saiyan in front of me.

"Yes." He turned his head at me as we waited for the elevator to come down. This whole thing was obnoxious.

I was relieved when the 'ding' sounded off, letting us know the tiny room was here to lift us up. When the door opened, my jaw dropped.

"Are you serious?" I could feel my eyes grow wide as I looked into a glass hallway that lead to another building. Since the sun had gone down hours ago, you could see the stars twinkling through the glass above. The floor was glass as well, with a red carpet lined with a golden trim that went all the way across it. In the distance, you could see the city lights of buildings scattered across the land. It was beautiful. "But, how?" I asked as I began to get confused by the logic of what just happened. Any other elevator I had seen was just a tiny room.

"You underestimate the Grand Room." I could hear the confidence in his voice as he looked down at me.

"No, this is a Grand Entrance. I have yet to see such a room." I spoke as I found myself walking through the hallway. My eyes widened as I found myself being lifted up. Stopping where I was, I pressed my hands against the glass. It was almost as if I was levitating. The higher the magical hallway went, the more lights I could see in the distance. I never knew how populated Planet Vegeta was. The only view of the planet I had ever seen was from my room. It was amazing. My reverie stopped when the hallways did.

Back to reality.

The butterflies that had disappeared during the way up found there way back into my stomach. I was about to enter a room full of cocky, arrogant, egotistical Saiyan soldiers. Yay.

"Are you ready?" Goku placed his hand on my shoulder as he pressed in a code to open the door. I didn't know how he memorized all of these codes.

"As ready as I'll ever be in a room full of people I hate."

My mind was yet again blown as another door opened all the way, leading to an amazing view. I didn't know that Saiyan's could be so creative. The floors had varies patterns of black marble stretching across the entire room. In the very middle of the floor was a water fountain that burst upward in the air, landing in a pool below it to repeat the cycle. In the fountain were lights that changed from various shades of blue to various shades of purple, making the white cracks on the marble floor seem to glow between black.

The lights above were crystal chandeliers, spread out very evenly between the dark wooded ceilings. The lights that were on the brilliant crystal structures were tinted a red color, giving the room a faint pink glow. It was amazing how it didn't clash with the lights from the fountain.

The walls were black, blending in well with the floors. If not for the windows and curtains on them, I would have imagined them to be a black hole that lead somewhere evil. The two walls to my left and right had red curtains draping from the ceiling to the floor. The wall directly in front of me had a thrown with gold curtains draping down. Looking to my left and right, the wall I was entering in from had other entrances, allowing people to walk in.

"This really is a grand room. I can see why its name is the way it is." I swallowed my pride as I continued to look at the beauty that was in front of me. The beauty was short lived when I finally noticed all of the Saiyans in the room. "The people in it, not so much."

We had only made it a few steps into the room when Goku stopped.

"How about we loosen you up." watching Goku grab a champagne glass off of a waiters tray, he handed it to me. Grabbing it out of his grasp, I began to squint my eyes at him.

"Really, I can have fancy champagne but not tea from the kitchen?" I rolled my eyes, taking in the alcohol. I had never had any before this moment, but I couldn't help that the sight of hundred of Saiyans lead me to drink. Feeling the sensation of warmth that the cold liquid made going down my throat, I could feel the substance in my stomach. I didn't know how this beverage could make me feel everything it touched. Stopping the waiter, I placed my empty glass on his tray, grabbing to more in return. Downing one more, I coughed before placing that empty glass on his tray as well. "Okay, now that I have had a couple, I'll use this one to look fancy and such."

Goku's eyes looked curiously at me as I held the third glass of champagne. Taking two from the waiter as well, he down the two with ease, without the coughing that I had done. A smirk formed on his face as he remained calm. "I guess we're going to see if you're a light-weight tonight. I wonder how much alcohol you can handle."

"So, each drink I have, you're going to take one?" I began to lightly move the champagne glass in tiny circle in my hand.

"I can't stand the sight of most of these men as well, so why not." Taking his hands, he placed them on my shoulders and turned me around. "Look at that. We're going to have fun."

As I looked in the direction he faced me in, I smiled when I saw a bar. "Oh my, yes."

Walking passed the creatures I hated, I stopped at the bar counter. "There is so much to choose from, how do you know what is good?" I took a sip of my beverage, enjoying the tingle it made down my throat.

"You try them." Goku spoke as he got the waiter's attention. "What would you like, Bulma?" There he goes again, using my name.

Removing my eyes from Goku, I placed them on the waiter. "Make me your strongest drink, please."

"Daring." Goku spoke as he patted me on the back. "Make that two."

It was fascinating watching the waiter mix in different colored drinks in one bottle, shaking it, stirring it, tossing it up in the air, and much more. I didn't know why all of that was necessary, but it was amazing to see. The corners of my lips pursed up when I saw the deep black of the liquid in front of me in a fanciful shot-glass. Downing the rest of my champagne, I picked up the new drink in front of me a smelled it. "What's all in here?"

"Less talking, more drinking." Goku grabbed my hand, forcing it, in a light way, to my mouth. Rolling my eyes and shaking my head slightly, I began to drink the mysterious liquid. As soon as it hit my taste buds, my eyes grew wide. I could feel my face start to twitch from the taste in my mouth. It felt like my whole face was going to melt away. Forcing myself to swallow the disgusting beverage, I coughed as soon as I was able to.

"What the hell is that?!" I spoke as I started to drag my tongue across my top teeth, trying to scrape away the remaining taste of the substance I had just swallowed.

Laughing, Goku brought the drink up to his mouth and took it like a champ. "It's what you asked for."

"I don't quite believe I said to make me a shot of flaming, acidic, disgusting crap." I wiped my mouth with my arm.

"I see you don't like our planets famous Drink: The Black Plague." a voice spoke from behind us. Turning around, I immediately straightened up when I saw who was standing before me. Vegeta.

Great, I was on my way of getting drunk and my so called 'master' shows up. I knew I was screwed.

"Prince Vegeta," I bowed my body slightly to him.

"Woman, you look quite different tonight." I could feel his dark eyes trailing my entire body, making my insides shake.

"Yes, I thought that since you have successfully conquered another planet that I'd dress up for the occasion." I spoke my words as fluently as I could, feeling the effects of the alcohol starting to kick in. I was definitely screwed.

"I fail to remember you dressing up for the other parties we have had for conquering a planet." He folded his arms across his chest as he glared daringly at me. I knew he was very amused by this.

"And I fail to remember you inviting me planet conquering parties." I covered my mouth as soon as the last word left it. I was so used to talking to Goku, feeding off of one anothers response, that I had failed to acknowledge who I was speaking to.

"I see you've grown feistier since we've last seen each other." Vegeta walked closer to me, placing his hand on my cheek. "You might want to remember your place, woman." I could feel a burn on my cheek as my head was forced sideways. Pausing for a moment, my eyes finally refocused. Turning my head back to face Vegeta, I looked into his evil eyes.

"It wont happen again, Prince Vegeta." My eyes surprisingly didn't water, it was only the strong sting of my cheek that let me know that I had been slapped.

"It better not." he turned his head to look at Goku, "Kakarot, I heard about the tea party you had earlier. Decided to up your game?" His voice had a raspy, evil tone to it. His posture was straight and his head held up high with pride. Everything about this man exuded confidence, entitlement, and dominance. He could do as he pleased and no one would every bat an eye. He was ruler of this planet, killing anyone who got in his way or doubted him.

Placing my hand on my cheek to rub it, it was then that I saw who was next to him, his concubine.

"Of course, My Lord." I could hear a more formal tone to Goku's voice. He didn't look affected by the event that had just taken place. It was moments like this that really reminded me that I was, in fact, a slave.

My eyes shifted back and forth from Vegeta to his sex slave. I could tell she recognized me by the daggers she was throwing at me with her eyes.

"Ah, I see you have met the Woman." Vegeta placed a hand on the girls' shoulder. Flinching away from his touch, I wondered how the hell he got her calm, collected, and up here for the event. I also wondered why he'd bring her to such a place when he hadn't even had her for 24 hours.

"Yes Sir, I have." I put my hand back down towards my side.

"Why don't you two chat while Kakarot and I discuss some things. I'm sure you'll have a lot in common." cocking his head behind him, Goku didn't even look my way as he followed. I didn't know how someone could constantly have a devilish look in their eyes, but Vegeta sure did.

It was just me and the concubine now.

"You deserved that." The woman spoke to me, huffing after her sentence ended.

Slowly turning my head towards her, I gave her the bitchiest look I could possibly muster up. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you with your clothes on and without tear stains on your cheeks. I'm Bulma, you must be Diana Week."

"Excuse me?" she placed a hand on her hip while the other dangled down her side.

"Diana Week, you know, because you'll be dead in a week." The alcohol was giving me the ability to say anything I wanted without caring. I never had so much freedom of speech before. I knew it wasn't a good thing, but I couldn't help myself. Plus, being slapped by Vegeta and Goku not even flinching at it, only reminding me that we could never be friends, really put me in an angry mood and I needed a way to vent. Looks like this was it.

"You don't know that, you have no power over me." Her brows narrowed as she stepped closer to me. Was all Earth girls this way, all defensive and such? I swear they all had an entitlement issue.

"Listen, I've been here for almost 15 years-"

"You want a medal?" She quickly spoke, interrupting me.

"That'd be nice, because every other human he has enslaved hasn't ever made it passed a week. You know what he does to them? He himself kills them. You're sleeping with your killer." I had never felt this sassy before in my life.

"Well I'd rather be dead in a week than spend 15 years of my life here."

I punched her. I literally lifted up my right hand, made my hand into a fist, slung it back, and launched it forward. The room felt quiet around me. My hearing shut off, my eyes only focused on one thing, and my mind went blank. As I stood there, looking at the girl holding her nose, I couldn't help but feel satisfied by doing that. In my entire life here, I had never even come close to hitting someone. It was like my entire, pent up anger had been released in that punch. I could feel my body calm down while the satisfactory kicked in. I felt alive.

"You bitch!" the woman brought her hands in front of her, noticing the blood from her nose. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" She shouted, making everyone who heard it turn our way to look at us. It was then that she lunged forward at me. Readying my stance, I was caught off guard when someone grabbed me, making the girl tackle nothing, making contact with the floor.

"Ha!" I yelled at her as I spat at her body laying on the ground. I couldn't control my laughter at this point. Everyone looked at me and my loud chuckles.

"Take her back to her room." I could hear Vegeta say to the being holding me up. I was drunk, it was apparent. It was probably the reason Vegeta didn't punish me right then and there and just advised whoever to take me back to my room. My eyes stayed on the girl as I continued to laugh.

"Did you have a nice trip?" I yelled at her from across the room. I thought I was hilarious.

"Bulma, that's enough." I heard a familiar voice speak from above me. Not even registering that I was being carried, I looked up to see Goku's spiky hair.

"Hey, why does everyone call you Goku but Vegeta called you Kakarot? Is that a pet name?" I, again, laughed at my own humor. When the doors closed to the grand hallways, Goku snapped and pressed me against a wall; a puff of air escaped my mouth at the force.

"Bulma," He took me away from the wall before pushing me back into it. "That's enough." And on a dime, I began to feel tears roll down my cheeks.

"I've been here 15 years Goku, I'm tired of being treated like shit! And now I am being treated like shit by his fucking whore!" my legs lost feeling, making me collapse to the floor. "I'm nothing. I'm useless. I'm worthless!" The alcohol gave me freedom of speech, but it also gave my mind an opening to express all of the pent up feeling I had been feeling for years. I can see why people drank. I can see why they also stay away from such a substance.

Picking me up from my fallen position, Goku held me like a cradled child in his arms as he carried me back to my room. Easily holding me with one hand, he used the other to punch in the known code to open my room. When it unlatched, he brought me inside, closing the door behind him so my cries didn't echo through the hallways. "You're not worthless, Bulma." He placed my tiny frame on the bed.

"Really?" I sniffed, flinching as I wiped the tears away from the cheek that was recently slapped. I couldn't tell if my cheek was swollen. I couldn't feel it, but then again, I couldn't feel my entire body.

"Yes."

Sniffling, I wiped away some more of my tears. "Did my eye liner smear?" I asked pathetically.

"No."

"You're just saying that. The lights are off, how would you know." My mood, again, changed on a dime as my sadness went away, joking a bit with the Saiyan that, only moments ago, pretended I didn't exist.

"Then why does it matter?" Goku picked up on my mood, adding a little bit of playful into his tone as well.

"You ignored me. He slapped me and you didn't even care." I placed a hand on my wounded face.

"It took everything I had not to." I felt as he placed his own hand on top of mine.

Whether it my drunken state unleashing my repressed feelings or not, I took my hand out from under his, placing it on top of his hand. Slowly trailing up his forearm to his strong biceps, up to his shoulder, up his neck, and to his own cheek, I lifted my head up and placed a kiss on his cheek.

He returned the kiss.

As my lips pressed against his, I couldn't help but feel completely right. All these years with him by my side, him being the only person I ever talked to, being the only person I had ever really bonded with, it was finally happening. All the times I had thought he was my friend was put in truth, while the times I thought he neglected me were falsified. Was he always just holding back? Either way, this was finally happening. I could feel his passion through the kiss. It was apparent that we both had longed for this for quite some time.

My body began to gain feeling from its previous numb state as he began to part my lips with his tongue. I let him in. Our tongues began to dance with each other as he pressed me back onto the bed, his hands holding each of mine above my head.

It seemed the deeper the kiss got, the hungrier we both became. In my years being here, I had never had sex, never kissed anyone, or even touched my own body. God, it was amazing to feel someone touch my body, and he was only holding my hands.

My heart began to race even faster as he slowly brought both of my arms above my head to make them touch, easily holding both of them in his grip. Even if I struggled, it was obvious that his grip would not hinder. Feeling his other hand trail down my body, I shivered when he stopped at my breast, taking it into his grasp and squeezing it.

I broke the kiss.

A gasp escaped my mouth as I bit my lip at the touch. I was so sensitive. I could feel his eyes on me, and I wanted them on me. I hadn't even noticed that he had taken his hand off of my own until I felt both of my breasts being squeezed. My temperature began to rise, I wanted this to happen.

"Take it off." I managed to whisper out, happy when he followed suit. Sliding off my whole dress, I was almost laying naked in front of this man. Everything except for my black panties remained on my body. Just the thought of being exposed to him turned me on even more. Here I was almost naked, and he was still fully clothed. It wasn't long until he began to play with my underwear, sliding those off as well. Now, I was fully exposed. For almost 19 years I had been sheltered by the clothes that I wore, and now I was no longer. My curiosity began to spike. "Now yours."

When the banging from his armor hitting the floor and the sleek sound of him removing his under armor stopped, I knew that we were both exposed to each other. My eyes grew hungry. Even though I could not see him, I could feel the aura between us. It was time. Leaning up, I placed my hand on his chest, moving it upward to find his shoulder to pull him back down on top of me.

Our kiss reconnected.

My hands found their way to his back while we kissed, digging deep into him as I pulled them from his shoulders down to the small of his back. An animalistic growl filled the room as I did so. Lifting himself up off of me, he moved further down the bed, spreading my legs wide before leaning his head down.

My back arched when I felt his tongue start to trail along my hips while his hand made its way to my inner thigh, piercing me for the first time. Moaning in pleasure, I tried my best to stay still as he added another digit inside. I had never felt anything like it. My body jolted when his tongue found my most sensitive area.

My breathing became rapid as he continued to flick his tongue against me. I couldn't help but wiggle in reaction. My body started to become uncontrollable, I couldn't stop myself. I became worried when it stopped.

"What's wrong?" I asked while gasping for air.

A small chuckle filled the air as I felt him climb back up to me. "Not a damn thing." his words reassured me as he began to kiss me once more. I didn't care that he had just gone down on me, I was so in the moment that that was the last thing I was even thinking about. It was then I felt something hard against my inner thigh.

Stopping the kiss, I looked up at him through the dark, being able to see the outline of his figure above me. "Relax" he spoke as I began to feel pressure in my nether regions. Within moments, a loud gasp filled the room, I was no longer pure.

I could feel his eyes on me as I writhed underneath him. Letting me take a few moments to adjust, he began to slowly pull out and push back in. It hurt, but man did it also feel amazing. With every push inside, I could feel a sting, but I didn't want him to stop. His motions kept increasing in speed until he was at a good pace. Each time he pushed in, a gasp left my throat. Wrapping my legs around him, I began to claw at his back once more. Bringing my face into his neck, I gently began to nip at him. I was completely in the moment. For the first time being on this planet, I wasn't thinking. It was amazing to just feel and not think.

As his pumps became even more rapid, I could feel a pressure start to build up inside of me. Each time I felt him enter me, the pressure grew stronger and stronger. "Don't stop." I managed to get out as he continued. I didn't think he planned on stopping, but just in case, I was going to make sure. He started to drive himself in even further, causing whatever pressure I was feeling to finally release. My body quivered underneath his as he made one finally thrust. I felt his body start to shake above me.

Releasing himself from me, I felt him lay down right beside me. Both of our breathing was heavy, but it soon started to die down. We didn't say a single word to each other. Instead, I found myself being wrapped up in his arms as we laid there. My body was so tired. Letting my eyes close, I let myself drift into nothingness.

A/N: Again, I didn't proof read before posting this. This might be the last chapter for a couple of days, so I wanted to get it up before I didn't have the chance to. I am not used to sexual scenes, but I do hope to get better at them. Please review, good and bad criticism is always welcome!