Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Breathe Today, Tomorrow Unknown ❯ Ignorance ( Chapter 18 )

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

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Since all of my ideas for this story are on my other computer, I had to improvise what I had in mind for this chapter. I think I did pretty well with staying with what I originally wanted. I am gone away from my hometown for a couple of weeks, so I am unable to see what I had. But, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter.

"You've got the wrong girl!" The blue haired girl shouted as she started banging on a metal door that confined her. It had felt like ages since she had been locked in the eerie room. She wasn't sure exactly how long she was in there, but she was ready to get out of it. "Let me out of here right now!" She continued to scream as her fists began to become sore from beating the door. Even though her fists hurt, she continued to pound on the door to try to get some sort of idea of why she was even in there. The last thing she remembered was spending the weekend with her boyfriend and then out of nowhere getting bombarded by two large men. They picked her up by the hair and then she remembered them choking her. They kept going on and on about something, she couldn't remember what since by that time, she had become unconscious. Bringing her hands to her neck, she flinched when she could still feel the soreness of the man's hand being around it. She could feel her heartbeat begin to quicken as she remembered being choked. Closing her eyes tightly shut, she began to pound on the door once again, this time even more furiously. She had no idea what was in store for her; all she knew is that she wanted out. "I want out!"

Continuing to pound on the door, it wasn't long until she began to hear footsteps quickly approaching her. Whenever she banged on the door, she would always hear a man yelling back at her, but she continued on anyway. She was scared, but she wanted answers and no one had given them to her yet. She was not one to be patient. She threw her tiny fists at the door again and again, more frequently until she heard the footsteps stop. "I want to go home! You've got the wrong girl!"

"Oh for fucks sake, again and again with this. You're not fooling anyone!" Raditz yelled back as he unlocked the door to see the tiny human quickly backing away. He had been listening to her yelling about ever since she became conscious a couple days ago. He had not done anything about it due to Nappa's influence, but he could not take it any longer. "You've been going at this for days, I am not going to spend any more of my trip back to Planet Vegeta with all of your complaining! Just give it up and accept your fate!" His voice was low and powerful as he directed himself at the girl. She was standing in the middle of the room staring blankly at him. This was the first time she had seen him since he took her from Earth. He could tell she was surprised by him, but he wasn't sure why. The girl was Prince Vegeta's slave and had been for many years; the sight of a Saiyan shouldn't be so new to her. She was playing stupid, and he knew it. He would have thought she would have given it up by now, but she was staying in character. He was tired of it.

"You've got the wrong-" The human mustered up the courage to speak but quickly stopped when the man in front of her cut her off.

"Blah, blah, you've got the wrong girl this. Blah, blah, blah you've got the wrong girl that. Seriously, shut the fuck up!" Raditz moved in closer to the woman who continued to back away from him until she soon hit her back against the wall. He didn't know how Prince Vegeta had tolerated her for so long, she was an annoying little thing. His fascination with humans baffled him, but it wasn't in his place to judge. "If I have to hear you say that phrase one more time, I will kill you right here and now." He stopped only a mere few inches from her as he focused his cold eyes down at her bright ones. He had to admit, seeing a female cower beneath him felt wonderful. "Got it?" He let his voice drop into a low rasp.

"But I'm Maron." Tears began to well up in her eyes as she sunk down to the floor, burying her face between her knees as she began to sob. "I'm just Maron." She whispered into her legs as she brought her arms around to hug them in close to her chest. She didn't know what was going on and she didn't know why it was so hard to explain to them that she was not the girl they were looking for. They wouldn't even listen to her. She let her head grow heavy as she continued to cry.

"C'mon Raditz, give her a break. She got caught and now she's trying to suck you into her pity party." Nappa's shadow blocked the light coming from the hallway as he stood in the doorway. "Just let her sulk in her failure to elude us and get on with our lives." He walked in, placing a hand on his comrades' shoulder. He had been listening to the two bicker for the past two days and had kept his cool for the most part. But he was tired of it. He could tolerate the girl throwing a fit, but having to watch his full-grown, full-fledge, full military Saiyan warrior throw a fit along with her made him want to kill them both so he could have some peace and quiet. If it weren't for the fact that the Prince had arranged this mission, he would have thrown himself overboard long ago. Thankfully, the trip was almost over.

"But she's so annoying with all of her babbling." Raditz backed away from the girl, turning around to see his bald-headed friend. He didn't see how he could tolerate the girl as much as he has. She had been screaming at the top of her lungs, that he was amazed that she still had a voice.

"Now you know how I feel when I have to be stuck on a trip with you." He remained calm, smirking at his own joke as he watched Raditz' eyes slowly look at him in offense.

"Hey, at least I don't scream at the top of my lungs for days on end!" His stance straightened as he walked closer to Nappa. He couldn't believe he was talking to him the way he was in front of Prince Vegeta's slave. He had a reputation, and he didn't need this girl blabbing to the Prince about his apparent complaining.

"I have had to listen to this girl scream and you scream back at her for the past two days. I would say you both are at fault on this one. Now stop giving into her tricks and let's go back to prepare to land." Nappa's voice was stern as he moved out of the way so his fellow Saiyan could leave the room. He hated having to always be the adult in these situations, but Raditz was a different, more immature breed of Saiyan.

"Land?!" Maron yelled as she quickly brought her head up to look at the two men in front of her. "We've been on a plane for the last two days?!" Her blue eyes grew wide. She had no idea she had been on a plane, it seemed like just a normal, creepy room. No turbulence or anything. She could feel her heart start to beat furiously in her chest.

"No, we're on our spacecraft. Don't play dumb now, woman." Raditz was impressed, and annoyed, with how she was trying to continue to play the role of not knowing. It was funny at first, but now he just wanted to shake her. Over a cliff. Dropping her. With trees at the bottom. Impaling her as she made impact with them. Killing her. But alas, he could not do that.

"Sp….Space!" She exclaimed as more tears began to form in her eyes. "You can't be serious!" She couldn't believe what they were saying. Space travel was definitely possible on Earth, but only privileged people could afford to do so. Sure, she came from a rich family, but she never had any sort of interest in going into space. She was even more confused than she previously had been, nothing about this made sense.

Heading over to the annoying human, Raditz stopped when he was right in front of her. Extending his arm towards the wall, he slid a panel to the side to expose the ominous view of space. "Take a look for yourself." He remained standing where he was as he retracted his arm back to his body.

Trying her best to steady herself, Maron began to slowly stand up. The man known as Raditz was standing so close to her, she tried her best not to touch him on the way up. Once she stood, she turned around took a look out of the window. She felt her stomach drop as she became weak in the knees. There it was, right in front of her: Space. She had just spent two days in space, which meant she was two days away from Earth, which meant her boyfriend was two days away from rescuing her, which meant she was absolutely screwed. "This can't be." She whispered as she began to fall due to being way overwhelmed.

As she fell back, Raditz reluctantly caught her. She was an annoying little thing, but Prince Vegeta would kill him if she even had a bruise on her skin. "It's not like you haven't seen it before." His voice was still harsh, but a bit softer.

"See, now you two are best friends. It only took two days." Nappa joked from the doorway as he watched Raditz holding the girl up.

"Shut up, you know if she gets hurt we are liable." The spiky haired Saiyan brought the girl to her bed and placed her on top. She was still conscious, but her face was completely drained of color.

"Why am I here?" She spoke from her bed, tilting her head in the direction of the two. She could feel their cold eyes on her, which made her feel even more uneasy than she previously felt. She just wanted some answers.

"You know why you're here. We're bringing you back to your rightful owner." Nappa chimed in as he remained standing just outside of her room.

"I have no rightful owner!" She managed to spit at the two of them as she started to sit on the bed. "I'm a free human being, no one can own me!" She elevated her voice as she started to stare daggers at the two men, tears forming in her eyes, staining her cheeks as they fell.

Both of the Saiyans smiled at the females' actions. She did have a little bit of spunk in her, which was surprising since this was the tail end of it after a full two-day battle she had been having within her prison. She was fighting better than the group of girls they had enslaved on Earth, which they didn't know if that was a good or bad thing.

"At least some fire will be present for Prince Vegeta." The bald-headed man spoke as he crossed his arms across his chest, not breaking eye contact with the human in front of him.

"Prince?" Maron became confused as she vaguely remembered them mentioning this name before she blacked out from the bald man's grasp. "I'm going to a Prince?" She leaned back against the headboard of her bed, allowing herself to process everything. She was going to a prince, which meant he was wealthy, which meant she would become a princess, which ultimately meant she would become a queen. Being a queen meant power and meant that she would never have to work ever again! Her eyes softened as she brought them down to look at her lap. The men next to her only ever hurt her on Earth, they hadn't done anything since then. They had made sure she was fed, and throughout her relentless screaming, they had not placed a hand on her. Threatened, yes, but they never went through with it. "What kind of Prince?" She focused her eyes back on the two.

"Prince Vegeta of the Saiyan race. Don't play so stupid, as if you'd forget him." Raditz spoke as he, too, crossed his arms across his chest, watching as the girl was becoming different in character.

"Saiyans?" She honestly had no idea what the men were even remotely speaking about.

"Yes, Saiyans. He is the ruler of our race." Nappa watched as something seemed to click in the girls' eyes.

"You guys aren't human, you're Saiyans?" She darted her eyes between the two, seeing which one would answer her question this time.

"Of course we're not humans!" Raditz spat out right after she had asked her question. She truly was dense.

"But you look so similar to humans, except just a little bit taller." She always imagined aliens to look way different from humans, but these guys seemed almost identical. It made marrying their prince a bit easier, though.

"And smarter, stronger, faster, more efficient, and better in every single way." The spikey haired Saiyan couldn't believe that the only difference she could see was in height. She was being very insulting, seeing as she grew up with the Saiyans. He couldn't believe the kind of balls she had grown since being out of the Prince's grasp for not even a week. It was as if she was feral again just from setting foot on her planet; all manners thrown out the window.

Maron stared blankly at the two men in front of her. She began to think again about how she was going to be with a prince. Why would the girl they are actually looking for run away from a prince? That's every girls' dream! She thought to herself as she imagined herself as being royalty. Her life on Earth was based around being with the best there could possibly be; the man that could give her the most in life. She couldn't help that she only lived one sort of lifestyle and that those who couldn't give her what she wanted got the boot. Well, these two guys are pretty aggressive, but besides our first encounter they haven't hurt me at all. They aren't human, so maybe they have different customs or something. She tried to rationalize their actions. She was a special kind of girl.

As Nappa and Raditz both stared back at the girl, they couldn't help but see her demeanor change. The once harsh, scared traits had disappeared into a blank canvas. Was she thinking? They had no idea.

"What's wrong with her?" Raditz whispered over to Nappa as they didn't break their staring battle.

"I don't know, but we really need to go back to the controls so we can land this thing. We'll be arriving any minute now and I'd rather not have to turn this thing around. Spending any more of my time in close parameters with you two is exhausting and I will not spend any more of it doing so." Nappa replied as he turned around, heading for the front of the ship so he could set the controls to the appropriate settings.

"Can I watch?" The blue-haired girl asked as she took her back from against the bed frame, swinging her feet over the edge of the bed in the process. A smile formed on her face as she began to swing her feet slowly back and forth. Sure, she was just kidnapped, but now that she didn't fear for her life anymore and knew she'd meet the prince real soon, so was intrigued with the idea of seeing herself land on a foreign planet. It reminded her of a book she had once read, one she had admired for a long time. It was every girl's dream to be whisked away to a far-away planet and meet a prince to live happily ever after.

Turning to look at Nappa before he was completely out of sight, Raditz found himself having to make the call himself. As he watched the bi-polar girl swing her feet on the bed, he couldn't help but feel uneasy around her. Sure, she was a pathetic little human girl, but the fact that she could switch her emotions in no time creeped him out. He really didn't know how Prince Vegeta enjoyed such a thing. "Fine." He managed to get a word out, not expecting her to practically fly out of the room. For just having beat the living shit out of a door for two solid days, she seemed to be very lively. She really was a creep.

Watching as she quickly walked down the hallway, he had to call out to her that she was going the wrong way. As she turned around to head the right way, she winked at him before fully passing by. Raditz' brow raised above his eye as he could not read the girl to save his life. How was she so good at being stupid? If he didn't know any better that she was actually a very intelligent woman, he would be completely convinced that she was in fact a moron.

When she finally had reached the front of the ship, she gazed in awe at the planet they were approaching. "It's so beautiful!" She exclaimed as she thought about how she was going to rule such a pretty colored planet. She began to wonder how different it would be from her planet.

As she looked in amazement at the planet in front of her, Raditz couldn't help but take the chance to lean towards Nappa. "She's fucking weird." He whispered as he watched the crazed girl with bruised hands giggle silently to herself.

"What do you mean?" Nappa asked, mimicking Raditz' whispering while pressing buttons on the ships directory to prepare to land.

"How do you not see it, just look." The long-haired Saiyan kept his eyes on the human girl, making sure she wouldn't freak-out out of nowhere, since she had a recent tendency to change on a dime.

"Raditz, I need to-" The bald headed Saiyan tried to get out before he got interrupted by the concerned child next to him.

"Just look damnit!" His whisper rose a small level in volume, but not enough to break the girl from her reverie.

"Fine!" Nappa yelled out as he became utterly annoyed with his comrade. When he broke his eyes off of trying to land on their home planet, he brought them to meet the girl. Instantly, he drew his head back as he watched how weird she looked. Minutes ago she was screaming and crying while banging on a door, now she was holding her wounded hands in front of her smiling face as she remained looking at Planet Vegeta, not even flinching at him yelling out loud. "What the Hell…" His brows narrowed as he tilted his head a bit, opening his mouth slightly at the confusion this girl was bringing him. That's when it hit him fully; they had gotten the wrong girl.

His eyes grew wide at the realization of having the wrong girl on his ship. She displayed sign after sign of not being the Prince's precious property, but he just assumed she was trying to throw them off. She looked just like Prince Vegeta's wench, though. How was that even possible? Bringing his eyes back to the approaching planet, Nappa didn't know what to do. The Prince would have his and Raditz' heads for this. They were fucked. Maybe the Prince won't notice; she looks just like his other woman. Nappa was hopeful that the Prince wouldn't notice the error in their mission, but knew more than likely that wouldn't be the case.

"I know, she's weird, right?" Raditz spoke again as he turned his head to look at Nappa, who had seemed quite surprised.

"Yeah, she's… She's someone else." He mindlessly whispered as he tried to remember how to land their ship. So much was on his mind, he wasn't sure what he was going to do. Maybe he'd just play along with it.

"She's what?" Raditz brought his shifty eyes back to the girl who was not even remotely phased by the conversation the two were having. She just stood there like a statue. The black haired Saiyan had never found a human to make him feel uneasy, that is until now.

"She's something else, sorry I just need to land this thing." Nappa corrected himself. He knew that if Raditz knew that she was the wrong girl, he'd flip shit. He had been yelling at her for two days straight, if he found out it was literally for no reason, which it really was for no reason since he was acting like a child, he would freak out. He also knew that Raditz would not be able to keep his composure in front of the Prince with this information, so it was just better if he didn't know. They were both going to be in for it.

Once they were Planet Vegeta's atmosphere, Nappa began to slow the ship down as he brought it in towards their landing dock. He wasn't sure how he was going to keep this together, but he was sure going to try.

"I'm nervous to meet the Prince." Maron's voice made the two men jump a bit as they looked at the girl next to them. She had been standing in her previous, creepy position for a while. They hadn't noticed she had moved.

"You should be." A smirk formed on Raditz' face as he knew could only imagine what Prince Vegeta was going to do to her. With all of the trouble she had put them through, he hoped it would be a lot. Especially since he now found her to be a creepy little thing. He hoped the Prince would end her so he never had to look into her soulless eyes again.

I'm nervous, too. Nappa thought to himself as he began to turn the ship off, making sure everything was in place for whoever would use the ship next. Not like it mattered, he wouldn't get in trouble for not doing so since he was probably going to die when the Prince finds out. "Let's go." He stood up straight as he grabbed the shoulder of the girl, turning her around and making her head towards the exit of the ship.
Once they stepped foot onto their planet, Raditz took a deep breath in. "Nothing compares to the smell of home." He stretched his arms out wide as they all began to walk down the metal ramp, leading them to the main walkway.

Looking all over, Maron was intrigued at all of the ships they were passing. She had no idea how any of them worked, but she did know there were a lot of them. I wonder what they need these all for. She thought to herself as they passed metal structure after metal structure. They seemed to have gone by hundreds before coming across a door. She could feel the bald man take his hand off of her shoulder, bringing it up to a key pad, punching in a code until the door had opened. Once it did, her mouth opened a tad as a brand new room was revealed.

It was so much different than the dark, dim lit metal room they had previously been in. This one had white marble floors with cracks of black flowing through them like veins. The walls were a beautiful shade of red, letting the lights above give it even more of a fantastic glow. This is all gorgeous! The dense girl thought as she couldn't wait to see the rest of it. If this planet was anything like this room, she had hit the jackpot in looking just like a girl that the prince wanted.

Stepping inside, she felt the man place his hand back on her shoulder, leading her into the direction that he wanted her to go in. He wasn't squeezing hard, just enough pressure to let her know he wanted her to move. He led her hallway after hallway until they had made it to the cafeteria of sorts. That was when all eyes shifted to them.

"Why are they all looking at me like that?" The girl was confused as she felt her entirety being watched. The tension in the air was apparent as they began to walk through the area. It wasn't that big, but since everyone was staring at her, it felt like miles.

"Just keep moving." Raditz spoke aloud as he ignored all of the eyes on them. He knew that everyone in the room was thinking about how much trouble she had caused their planet. Sure, she didn't do anything to them personally, but because of her and Goku's escape, it made the Prince go batshit crazy. That by itself made them all narrow their eyes towards her. Because of those actions, they were all suffering from a crazed being that they all had to take since it was indeed their Prince.

"Where is Prince Vegeta?" Nappa asked as he stopped next to a staircase, turning back at the dining Saiyans awaiting an answer.

"He's training in Sector-8. He's preparing himself for the invasion of Namek" A voice called out from the other side of the room.

"Ah, we made it in time for some real action!" Raditz replied as he became excited that the two of them hadn't missed the takeover. The Saiyan blood that coursed through his veins lived for this kind of action. He was happy that the mission with the girl hadn't taken that adrenaline rush away from him.

Nodding his head at the man's reply, Nappa continued his way up the stairs, his hand still on the blue-haired girl's shoulder. Step by step, they made their way up the stairs until they had finally reached the top. He didn't really know what to do with the girl until Prince Vegeta was done training. Not knowing of any other logical choice, he decided to place her in the Prince's room. He knew that he would make his way there after his training in order to clean himself off.

"His room, huh?" Raditz noticed Nappa taking the girl down the Royal hallway, knowing full well she was going to the Prince's room. "That should be entertaining." He brought both of his hands up to place behind his head as they walked. The girl had what was coming to her, that was for sure.

"I'm going to his room?" Maron sounded nervous. She never heard of anything like this happening in the stories her friends told her.

Raditz could see the change in her demeanor at the thought of her being in Prince Vegeta's room. A full on smile came across his face. "Yep, you're going to Prince Vegeta's room." He taunted her.

"Stop it." Nappa looked back at Raditz with a deathly glare. They were no longer in the ship, which meant others could hear them. If the Prince were to hear him taunting his pseudo property like that, he'd get them both in trouble. They were back on their planet, so there was no more screwing around.

"Geez, sorry." He spoke sarcastically as Nappa had bummed him out a tad.

They stopped in front of a white door with gold trim. Maron once again felt her shoulder become cold as the man took his hand from it. As he typed in another code, she couldn't help but feel tired just thinking about all of the codes she would have to memorize in order to open all of the doors in this place. When the door opened. She noticed pictures of spikey haired men hanging on the walls of a short hallways. Looking at them, she pieced together that they were all related since they looked alike; plus, they were wearing roughly the same thing in each portrait. If this was the royal family, she knew she would be attracted to the prince they had been talking about, since each guy on the wall had a rugged attractiveness to them.

When they had crossed the short hallway, Nappa punched in one more code before that door, too, opened. "You have so many codes. Are you guys a private race or something?" Maron asked as she was ushered into the Prince's room. She turned around for an answer, but alas she never got one.

"Just stay in here, and don't cause a scene." Nappa spoke as he pushed her a tad before closing the door behind her. He just wanted this whole thing to be done and over with. He was tired of the whole situation.

"Finally, she's not our problem anymore!" Raditz was relieved as the two of them began to make their way to Sector-8 to inform the Prince that the job had been completed. He also wanted to see the Prince so he could assign them on Namek's invasion. Since they were back in time, they were a shoo-in to be on the team to take over the planet.

After trailing hallway after hallway, the two Saiyan men finally arrived to the training sectors. Counting their way to Sector-8, they watched the prince through a Plexiglas window. His speed was incredible as he began to transport from spot to spot as he sparred with a fellow Saiyan. He was winning, no doubt. As he stayed strong and vigilant, the other Saiyan was growing weaker and weaker with each blow Prince Vegeta had made on him. When the Saiyan couldn't take any more of the abuse, his body came flying down, smashing into the floor below. As soon as his body made impact, the Prince had lowered himself to the ground, standing next to his fallen brother. It was then his black eyes made contact with them. Even though the Prince wore a frown, he eyes lit up a bit at the sight of the two. Leaving his sparring partner on the ground, he made his way to the door, opening it up to talk with his employees.

"Well?" His rough voice spoke. Even though he had just got done training, he spoke without any sort of exhaustion. It was apparent that the Saiyan he had just battled with wasn't even close to the level that he was at; he didn't even break a sweat.

"She's in your room, Prince Vegeta." Nappa spoke, trying to sound as confident as he could. He hoped that the Prince would be so enraged with the girl, that he'd just fuck her and kill her right after so that he'd never know it was the wrong girl.

A wicked smile swept across his face in front of the two. "Very well, you two can leave now." He focused his eyes on the hallway in front of him as he began to walk to his room. He spoke out before making his way around the corner, "Make sure you train before leaving tomorrow. Even though it'll be an easy victory, we need to make sure we're prepared if anything goes wrong." He could see the two nod in the periphery of his vision before they were completely out of sight.

He wanted to fly across the hallways until he made it to his room, but he knew he had to be patient; she wasn't going anywhere. He had waited long enough for her to be back, and now she finally was. In the time of her absence, he thought about what he was going to do to her when she was brought back. He thought about killing her, but that would mean that he was letting her off easy, not having to repay him for the damages she had caused. No, he wouldn't kill her. If anything, he'd make sure she stayed alive in misery as long as her life would allow her. She was young, meaning she still had an entire lifetime of being his slave. He would remind her every single day until the day she died that she was, and always would be his.

His evil thoughts continued until he finally reached his room. Quickly punching in the code, he entered the first door and quietly made his way to the second. Being as still as he could, he tried to see if he could hear her at all whether she was crying or trying to break out of the room. When he heard silence, he punched in the last code that separated him from his possession.

"Well that was rude." Maron said softly to herself as she looked back at the door that had just been previously shut. Her narrowed brows soon returned to their normal state as she began to look around the room. It had a dark color scheme to it, but it was a very beautiful room. Everything in there was neat and clean. He seems very organized. She thought to herself as she made her way towards the bed. Taking a seat on it, she began to swing her feet like when she was on the ship. She was nervous, but everything she had seen so far hadn't set off any major red flags. If anything, she was just excited that she was about to meet her prince.

Standing up from the bed, she began to walk around the room and started to snoop. Opening up a door, she noticed random cleaning object inside. He's very clean, he even has a little closet designated for that sole reason. Maybe he'll do the cleaning and I won't have to lift a finger! Smiling, she closed the door, making her way over to another. Grasping the knob, she opened it slowly. When the door was all the way open, she stepped in. Caught off guard by the automatic light that sensed her movement, her eyes began to glow at how big the clothes closet was. "I could fit so much in here!" She said out loud as she noticed all of the prince's clothes inside. It mainly consisted of a spandex material, but random suits and such were present as well.

Closing the door, she walked towards another door, but this one was different from the previous ones. It was metal in material that seemed to be tightly shut. How am I supposed to open this one? Maron walked closer to the door, flinching when it opened. This is motion censored, too! She was thrilled that this race didn't fall behind on technology, if anything they were more advanced! As the lights flicked on again, the smile grew bigger on her face when she noticed how much room the bathroom had. The shower could fit ten people, the bathtub looked like a Jacuzzi, and the vanity was the biggest she had ever seen in someone's personal bathroom. She felt like she was in heaven.

Making her way back to the main room, she sat at the edge of the bed. As she began to think about what her future would be like, she started to hear little beeps. When they reminded her of the sound of the security locks, she knew she was about to face her prince. Finally, she would be able to see what he looked like.

When the door had opened, Maron's pupils dilated in arousal; she found him to be very attractive. A shy smirk grew on her face as she turned her head away a little bit, her hair dangling in her face, hiding it from him. Normally she wasn't shy, but the fact that's he was face to face with an attractive prince changed everything.

His eyes grew animalistic as he looked at the blue-haired girl in front of him. She was really here. Just looking at her made him want to tear her clothes off. He watched as she shied her face away from him, knowing that she was nervous about what was going to happen to her. "You've put me through quite the ordeal." He kept a calm composure as the door shut behind him, locking the two together. "Oh, nothing to say?" He walked closer to her until he stood right in front. Taking his hand, he quickly grabbed her chin, making her face him.

Caught off guard by the motions, Maron let out a slight gasp as she faced the dark-eyed prince. Her eyes darted back and forth as she stared at the him. "I," she cleared her throat, "I don't know what to say." She was confused. Since she wasn't the girl he was looking for, she was unsure of the situation at hand. Guessing by everything that had happened, the girl he wanted had gotten away.

"You could beg me to spare your life." His hand moved down to her throat as he began to lightly squeeze it. He applied just enough pressure to let her still be able to breathe.

A now panicked Maron didn't know what to do. This was nothing like she thought it would be. "Please, please don't kill me." She brought her bruised hands to his wrist, grasping around it to hold on tightly. Her eyes began to tear up as she feared for her life.

Picking her up by her throat, he placed her in a standing position in front of him. "That's not good enough for me to forgive you, Bulma." His face was wicked as a twisted smile formed on his face. He didn't know what it was about his woman, but in any state she was in, it aroused him. "Get on your knees." He whispered as his grasp loosened a bit on her throat.

Without hesitation, Maron slowly dropped to her knees, her hands still holding the wrist of the prince. She didn't want to do anything to upset him, she just wanted this to be over with.

"Now," Vegeta took his hand off of her throat. When all of his limbs were free, he began to strip in front of her until he was fully exposed to her. "Beg me to forgive you." Using one of his hands, he placed it in the girl's hair, playing with the strands as he waited for her to reply.

Maron didn't know what to do. As she looked up at the man in front of her, her eyes couldn't help but wonder. He was ripped from head to toe, no once of fat could possibly be on him. His muscles radiated, glistening in the light from the room. Her eyes also made their way to his member, there was no way she could have missed it. Her mouth began to quiver as she connected her eyes with his once more. "Please, please my prince. Forgive me." She tried to sound as sincere as possible.

"Good girl." His raspy voice filled the quiet room as he brought his hand to the back of her head, pressing it forward towards him. "Show me how sorry you are." He had never seen her this compliant before which excited him. She must have been petrified if she wasn't even putting up a fight. It disappointed him a tad, but also delighted him. He had finally broken her.

Knowing full well what he was hinting at, Maron broke her eyes from him and placed them on the item in front of her. With tears slowly sliding down her cheeks, she brought one of her bruised hands up to grasp his member, feeling it pulse in her grasp. Bringing it down to be horizontal to her, she took in a deep breath before moving her face towards it, opening her mouth and allowing him inside. Bringing it in as much as she could, she withdrew her head until she reached his tip and repeated that process; using her hand to rhythmically go back and forth on his shaft in unison with her mouth.

A soft grunt left Vegeta's mouth as he felt her submit to him. With each movement she made, he could feel his body produce more and more testosterone, making him grow hungrier for her. Watching her surrender to him, he couldn't help but feel something was missing from this woman. "Look up at me." He demanded.

Complying, Maron shifted her blue eyes up at his dark ones. Tears were still in her eyes due to being scared, but also due to the actions she was doing. Because his shaft kept hitting the back of her throat, it was her body's natural reaction to produce tears from it. She had done this many times in the past, but she was never forced to do it.

Looking down at her, he couldn't pinpoint what was wrong with her. It seemed she had changed somehow. Gripping her hair, he reluctantly stopped her in her actions. Pulling her head back, it arched her spine a tad to where he could view her eyes better in the light. "What happened to you?" He pulled her back onto her feet, bringing his face just inches from hers.

"I'm not Bulma." She whispered as she grew afraid of admitting that to him. If it meant he would send her back home, she had to tell him. "I'm Maron." The dried tears on her face began to crack, making her face feel swollen.

Picking her up by her hair, he threw her on the bed. It all made sense now. He could tell something was different about her when he didn't see the fire in her eyes, the hatred that fueled her. The very hatred that she had for him that attracted every fiber in his being to her. She had 15 years of pent up aggression towards him, and that wouldn't have gone away in just under a week. That kind of pain stayed with a person, especially with all that he put her through. His eyes furrowed as he brought his naked body to the girl. "Why did you lie to me?!" He grabbed the panicked girl's legs and pulled her towards the edge of the bed to where she was covered by his shadow.

"I tried to tell them!" her breathing became heavy as she started to have a panic attack at what was happening.

He didn't know what to do with this girl. Sure, it wasn't her fault that his moronic comrades had gotten the wrong girl, but the situation at hand was that she was here right now. "You stupid little bitch." He leaned down to where his mouth was right by her ear. "I should kill you for not telling me this sooner." Vegeta brought his hands up to the girl's shoulders, playing with the fabric that covered her. "We might as well start what you finished then." He grabbed the material, clumping it up in his hands before pulling it in the opposite direction of his other hand, ripping it off of the girl.

"I didn't start anything." Her heartbeat grew even more furious as her vision began to not make sense. The comprehension she once had began to fade as her survival mode tried to kick in. She could feel the adrenaline coarse through her body.

"You could have told me earlier that you weren't her and you wouldn't be in this position now would we?" He used his mind gamed on her, making her feel like if she really would have just told him, that she would have been sent free. "But now you owe me for lying to me." He positioned himself on top of her before thrusting inside.

Screaming in pain, Maron's vision became blurred. The only thing she could focus on was the pain in her body. As he pressed himself deeper and deeper within her, she closed her eyes to try to make it all go away.

"I said look at me!" Vegeta groaned as he placed his hand back on her face, steadying it right in front of his. He smiled when the foreign girl obeyed him. Looking into her blue eyes, she looked and sounded so much like Bulma that she would do for now. Usually, this was the routine for any other human slave he brought to his quarters, the only difference was that she looked just like his original blue-haired girl. He would keep her until he got the original back. If anything, at least this girl would take care of his frustration for now.

Getting tired of looking at the lifeless eyes of the clone, he pulled out and flipped her over. "Steady yourself." He spoke as he waited for her to comply, steadying herself on her hands and knees. Forcing himself back inside of her, he ignored her little cries. At least from the back, he could pretend it was Bulma.

Thrusting inside of her deeper and deeper, he found this method of fucking her from the back to be working. An exact replica of her, but nowhere near the original. "Say my name." He spoke as he could feel himself coming close to climax.

Searching her brain from when the two Saiyans who had brought her here had said his name, it only took a few seconds for her to reply. "Prince Vegeta!" She managed to get out between thrusts. All she wanted to do was make it through this to repay him for lying to him. Then she wanted to go home.

"Who do you belong to?" His motions became faster and faster.

"You!" Maron obeyed again, knowing it would be over soon and within only a few more thrusts, it was.

Taking himself off of her, he climbed off the side of the bed and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. "Can I go home now?" Vegeta looked over his shoulder to see the girl curled up in a ball on his bed, looking at him with sad eyes.

"You just told me you belonged to me, don't you remember?" A wicked smirk formed on his face as they did in fact just have that conversation.

"No, I" Maron tried to protest as a different type of tears started forming down her face. She had only said that so everything would be over, she didn't mean it. She couldn't believe what was happening.

"You sold yourself to me and I will not release you." Vegeta's voice was deep as he narrowed his eyes, letting her know not to back-talk him. "You're mine until I decide otherwise." He turned his head towards the open door before walking inside of it. She wasn't Bulma, but she was his and she would be his until he got the real one back, and he would get the real one back. You will be mine, Bulma. If it's the last thing I do, I will have you again. He thought to himself as he made his way in his luxury shower. But first things first, he needed to have a little chat with Nappa and Raditz.

A/N: My first actual long chapter :D
Comments good or bad are always welcome :3