Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Breathe Today, Tomorrow Unknown ❯ Don't Retreat, Reload ( Chapter 28 )

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

Three chapters in three days?! What is this?! I left you guys hanging for a while and I have been in a writing mood, AND I have been wanting to write this chapter for so long and I was finally able to! I hope you guys like it, it was definitely fun to write!

I never trust a narcissist
But they love me
So I play 'em like a violin
And I make it look oh-so-easy
'Cause for every lie I tell them
They tell me three
This is how the world works
Now all he thinks about is me

It had been a week since Maron's encounter with Raditz pressing her against a wall and putting her in her place as she wore Bulma's dress. This new race was definitely a challenge, but it wasn't long until she finally got under Raditz' skin. When she had made it to the dining area with all of the other Saiyan's, she wasn't bothered in the least that they all looked at her while she was in the gown. She was used to the attention that human men gave her, so their evil stares didn't even begin to bother her.

When she sat at the table, she knew what she had signed up for, but she had no idea that she and the spikey haired Saiyan were reenacting a scene that her doppelganger and Raditz' brother had done not long ago in the same place. She could see that he was intrigued with her actions, so she made sure to keep it up. If she was going to win this game, she was going to have to keep a strong poker face, which she excelled at.

With a gentle flick of the wrist, a casual brush of her hair, or a soft sigh, she could practically see the Saiyan falling for her with each graceful move that she made. She was surrounded by strong men with what seemed to be a lack of women. She already picked up that they liked to dominate things, so she was going to make sure whatever she was doing, he would notice. She knew how to play the weak victim, and she could see that the strong man in charge of her would most likely want to protect her from everyone else except for him. With the encounter they had in the bedroom where they almost had sex, she knew he was like putty in her hand, she just had to figure out which way she wanted to mold him.

Maron was out to make sure he knew that she knew that he was stronger than her and far more superior. She made sure that whenever she bumped into something, tripped and fell, or something as little as a papercut that she reacted as weak as she could. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him watching her each time. He usually reacted with a laugh but over the course of the week his reactions were more sympathetic for the poor, uncoordinated, weak human. If she tripped, she would find him picking her up and putting her back on her feet. He would make a remark about how weak she was, but Maron knew that it was him starting to care for her wellbeing.

She made sure to keep their physical contact limited, since she wanted to be seen as more desirable to him. If she was easy, then his fascination towards her would diminish too quickly. Like the men on Earth, she never put out until she got every last jewel she wanted, and even then, it wasn't a guarantee that they would get into her pants. She had never been in love, so playing a man was too easy. She got what she wanted and she would play just about any role to get it. In this case, she was the lowly slave girl who would be able to see the Saiyan for who he was and not what his race wanted him to be.

Rolling her eyes at the thought of the role would be an understatement, but this was the most important feat of her livelihood since her life was literally on the line. She knew that this outcome would most likely have to end in sex, but that was a price she was more than willing to pay. He was growing fond of her and she knew it. It was almost her time to strike, and she would make damn sure he paid the price just like she was going to. She had a plan and now it was time to execute it.

I can feel the flames on my skin
Crimson red paint on my lips
If a man talks shit, then I owe him nothing
I don't regret it one bit, 'cause he had it coming

"When does the Prince get back?" Maron asked as she gently brushed a bit of hair out of her face. "It seems like he has been gone a long time." She sat at the foot of her identical self's bed as Raditz entered the room. She had been waiting up for him, knowing that he would check in one last time before she slept.

He had been in and out at all times of the day and night checking up on her to make sure everything was well and she hadn't escaped yet. He didn't know if she would jump out of the window to her death or find a way to enter the vents and escape through there. Whenever he saw her still in the room, a sense of relief washed over him. He was in charge of making sure she was alright and still there, but also seeing her was a relief in a sense as well for him. He liked seeing this woman, even though she drove him mad. She complained about everything and was such a pathetic excuse to be alive, but somehow, he was glad that she was.

"So eager to see him. Have you finally developed Stockholm syndrome?" He asked as a tiny bit of himself was jealous at the fact.

"No, not really. I just want to know how long I have to be free, that's all." She softly sighed as she went from looking at him with her blue eyes to looking at the floor.

"You call this being free?" He walked towards her until he was standing directly in front of her.

"It's as free as I am going to be, so I have accepted this as what freedom now feels like: away from him." She looked up at him, feeling his cold eyes looking down at her.

"Looks like it didn't take you long to learn your place here." He backed up against the wall, leaning against it so he could see her better.

"What choice do I have? I can't defeat any of you and there is no way for me to even remotely get off of this planet, so it looks like fire skies and slavery for me." Maron let out a soft laugh as she thought of her situation. Even though she had a plan, she did know that this was her life. She was going to try her best to get out on top if anything.

"It does indeed look that way." Raditz' head tilted as he studied the girl in front of him. She was quite different from how he thought she would be. So far, she was a stubborn woman, but one who knew what her situation was and accepted it. She was so fragile, yet had a fire in her eyes. A small frame with an attitude bigger than she was. She was sassy, and he was definitely a sucker for sassy.

"You know what I hate the most?" She looked at the Saiyan from head to toe, sizing him up. She knew she had to get him comfortable if she was going to be able to execute her plan.

"Now what is that?" He took the bait as he was curious as to what the blue haired girl would say.

"I am going to be with one man for the rest of my short life." She let her voice get raspy at the end as she stood up and walked over to the Saiyan, standing just feet from him.

"And miss out on the many men you've had on Earth? Isn't that known as a whore?" He couldn't believe the balls on this woman. She knew he could wreck her in a moment, but over the past couple of weeks of being with her from the moment they took her until now, she had somehow worked her way into his head. He had desired her from the moment he almost took her.

"Knowing what you want is not known as being a whore. Just because I tend to get what I want, doesn't mean I am promiscuous. I like what I like, and to know that choice is gone makes me quite sad." Maron lifted her hand and placed it on the Saiyan in front of her, touching from his pectoral muscle down to where his bellybutton would be. "It's just a shame is all." She let her eyes break from his to size him up in more of a seductive way. "So, when will the Prince be back?" her eyes met back up to his, freezing on his brown eyes as she seductively peered into them.

Raditz didn't know what to do. Sure, he had been with many women before, but he had never seen one like her before. If Prince Vegeta's old whore was like this, he could see why his brother was fascinated with her. He knew he was a strong Saiyan, but something about her made him feel like he was the strongest. The way she looked at him with pure lust was so appetizing that he was tempted to take a bite.

Taking her hands back to herself, she began to slowly slip out of the nightgown that she was in. Reaching each hand back to her shoulders, she let the spaghetti straps drape off of her shoulders until the entire gown fell to the floor, exposing everything to the Saiyan in front of her. Gently stepping out of the gown on the floor, she moved closer to the Saiyan. "So, are you going to take these off or are you wanting me to undress you as well?" She kept her voice soft and low as she pressed herself against him.

Taking each one of his hands, he placed them on her sides, easily picking her up before setting her down on the bed. Stepping back, he looked at her as the moon created a soft silhouette of her body. Gazing at the beautiful woman in front of him, he couldn't believe he was about to do the same thing his brother probably did. Taking off his armor to expose his chiseled body to her, it wasn't long until he was on top of her.

He was far more massive than she was that she felt he could swallow her whole. Looking up at him, she could see the hunger in his eyes; this was exactly where she wanted him. She had played her cards right this whole time that she was finally going to get what she wanted, she only had mere moments before he would be hers.

Looking into his dark eyes, Maron tried to look as vulnerable as she could. Closing her eyes, she began to softly moan as he began to kiss her neck, bringing one of his hands to meet her breast. She brought her arms up towards the head of the bed, giving him more room to work with.

Hearing his heavy breathing as he explored her body, it wasn't long until she opened her eyes. "I need you now." She spoke with a heavy breath, sounding eager when all she was wanting was for him to quicken what he had to do. Seeing his eyes become even more black, she was nervous at the smirk he had just given her. She knew it was going to hurt, but she remained calm.

As he spread her legs and positioned himself above her, he let the head of his member tease her opening before obeying the tiny woman's orders, "As you wish." He slowly slid himself in as he watched her arch her back in what seemed like pain, but he didn't stop. She wanted this, she had just asked for it so he felt no sympathy for the tiny human underneath him. He could feel her adjusting herself to him before looking back at him with a 'continue' look.

As he began to slowly pump in and out of her, Maron kept her eyes open at him. She waited until his eyes were closed and in the moment before she used her right hand to sneak under her pillow, grasping a long shard of a broken mirror in her hand.

When Raditz had left her the last time, she went into the bathroom and broke the mirror in order to get the piece she had tightly in her hand. Laying a towel on the bathroom counter and floors so the glass breaking wouldn't emit a sound as it fell, she wrapped a decorative ball from the room in a towel before she began to smash away. Luckily, it muffled the sound enough that no one came in to see what the noise was and luckily she had enough towels to do it.

As Raditz continued his reverie, Maron gripped the piece even tighter as her eyes stayed on his; they were still closed. Bringing both of her hands to grab at his back, she tried her best to keep whatever she was doing sexual and not suspicious. She could feel her heart beating so hard in her chest that she thought it was about to pop out. No matter what, she knew he was not able to touch her due to the Prince's orders, even with what she was about to do. She hoped that he would remember that. Positioning her hand in the right place, she quickly grabbed his tail and with that, pulled herself up so she could cut it clean off with the shard. A loud howl filled the room as she felt the shard in one hand and the tail in the other.

They say I did something bad
Then why's it feel so good?
They say I did something bad
But why's it feel so good?
Most fun I ever had
And I'd do it over and over and over again if I could
It just felt so good

I never trust a playboy
But they love me
So I fly 'em all around the world
And I let them think they saved me
They never see it comin'
What I do next
This is how the world works
You gotta leave before you get left

Opening my eyes, I could feel the dread wash over my entire being as I knew today was the day that I would be back on Planet Vegeta. I never thought that this would affect me so much, but it was taking a toll on my body. No matter what I ate or drank, nothing could calm the nerves in my stomach. This was the day, it was all or nothing.

Getting up, I knew there was no point in just laying in my bed since I would be forced out of it anyway. Instead of being a victim, I was going to be a survivor. Would I survive this? I had no idea, but I would rather walk to my fate than be dragged to it. It was going to happen no matter what, might as well keep my head up high.

Getting dressed, I made my way to the bathroom so I could see what was going on with myself. Looking in the mirror I could see how tired I looked. I pondered if I had caught an Earth illness since my system wasn't used to anything that that planet provided. Seeing the dark circles under my eyes, I knew I had to wake up and look less like crap if I was going to be facing my biggest enemy. I wanted to look unscathed by what was happening. If I was blaming Goku for all of this, I needed to look like I was okay with being back on Planet Vegeta.

I let out a sigh as I looked at my blonde hair. It was short, it was blonde, it was a mess. Taking my fingers, I began to untangle as much as I could, wincing at the hard knots as I remedied them. When my hair was as good as it was going to get, I took another look at myself. "You can do this." I tried to give myself a pep talk as I watched my foreign reflection. I didn't recognize myself, and it was due to a lot more than just my hair color changing.

Looking at me, it was like the whole saga of Goku never happened. I felt back where I was, back before he was even assigned to me. I had no one to talk to, no one to joke with, and no one to comfort me. It was the shell of the person I once was; a person I never thought I would be again. I felt like this was one of my old attempts to escape and got caught, I was just going to go get punished as I did as a child before I stopped my continuous escape plans. With all the hopes I had that Goku would come to me, I honestly didn't know if he would.

I can feel the flames on my skin
He says, "Don't throw away a good thing"
But if he drops my name, then I owe him nothin'
And if he spends my change, then he had it comin'

Stepping out of the bathroom and out of my room, I approached Nappa, who was still at the control center. I had talked to him quite a bit since I first spoke to him a couple of days ago. I had to get used to talking to a Saiyan who was against me, and it helped a lot. Nappa was an intimidating being and I knew I had no chance in persuading him to turn around, so I had to play the part I always had to play; I was a slave and he was a much higher rank than I was.

"Do you ever sleep?" I asked as I stood behind him, not going near the chair next to him.

"I don't need that much sleep unlike your kind." His tone wasn't harsh, just matter-of-factly.

"I don't know how you do it. Seems exhausting to be a Saiyan." I did love my sleep, and the sleepless nights I remembered were never fun.

"Are you ready to be back?" I could hear his tone change. I knew he was waiting for my reply, expecting it to be all sorrow and depressing, but the whole time I had been with him I tried to keep my story of Goku taking me straight.

"Well, if Goku never took me in the first place, then I wouldn't have to have a welcoming party, now would I?" I folded my arms across my chest. I could see him looking at my reflection on the glass in front of him, a smirk had bestowed across his face.

"That is true. We're only minutes out and lucky for you the Prince isn't home. He is about a day's journey away." My mind felt at ease as he told me that Vegeta would not be there right on my arrival.

"I see." I tried not to show my enthusiasm too much. "What time are we arriving?" Space travel was definitely a difficult task since there were no clocks on the ship and I had no idea what day it was, let alone how far along in the day it was.

"We should be arriving at nightfall." I was again happy with his reply. With it being nightfall, that meant the whole planet was just about sleeping, and if not then they were drinking happily. They wouldn't see me coming in and I wouldn't have to worry about any sort of commotion until the prince would arrive. "You might want to take a seat."

Looking out in front of me, I could see us approaching Planet Vegeta quite rapidly. Following Nappa's direction, I took a seat next to him. My heart wasn't as rapid knowing that I still had a full day until Vegeta would be there. I didn't know if I would live long after that, though, but I just had to keep faith in myself that I would be able to keep myself alive long enough for Goku to rescue me or for Vegeta to accept what had happened and keep me alive. Sure I didn't want to live the rest of my days on Planet Vegeta, but with him keeping me alive, it gave me another chance to escape. Now that I knew my father, I knew I had to see him again.

As we crept closer to the planet, I watched as Nappa began to pull leavers to ready the ship for landing. With a few jolts from the ship, we had landed safely. It would have been a majestic thing if the whole ship would have just exploded, but I guess landing safely was just as good.

"You ready?" The bald headed Saiyan next to me actually sounded pretty genuine. He knew what kind of trouble I was in, I knew what kind of trouble I was in, so it was nice for him to ask. I knew he didn't want an answer so I just nodded my head as he ushered me off of the ship.

I hadn't remembered how heavy the air was to breathe here, but I knew within a couple hours I would be fine once more. Looking at the massive palace in front of me, I tried to hide behind Nappa as he led the way in.

A couple of stray Saiyans were roaming the halls, I tried my best not to look them in the eyes, but I met with a couple of them. They were familiar faces to me, though I had never bothered to learn their names. Once their eyes met with mine, I watched as they made their way to Nappa's. It took me a minute to realize that they didn't recognize me since I was incognito with my hair being far shorter and obviously a different color.

I began to wonder if they thought I was just some common whore from the Slave Market across the city that Nappa wanted for company tonight. Little did they know, I wasn't just a common whore, I was a high-class whore. I didn't like to think of myself that way, but I knew that if Vegeta kept me alive, I would no longer be slave but rather Whore Slave. I was not looking forward to what I had coming.

Just being back in the palace, I could feel my exterior shell begin to build up again. I had spent so many years here that it was like my old self only knew how to be my old self within these walls, I didn't know how to act any other way. It was a relief to say the least, but still quite the struggle.

"So, back to Vegeta's chambers I take it?" It was rare for me to be accompanied to any sort of room by any other Saiyan other than Goku.

"You'll be in your own chambers tonight." He looked over his shoulder at me before turning back to face straight ahead to lead us in an elevator.

"Really, you guys kept it my room this whole time?" I was baffled at the fact that I still had a room. It was a foreign concept to say the least. I had been gone for so long that I figured they'd turn it into one of many Saiyan Pride rooms, filled with their accomplishments.

"Prince Vegeta knew you'd be back." His confidence in that was spot on. It wasn't like the prince to give up and he usually got what he wanted. Man how I wish I wasn't one of those things.

"Obsessive." I calmly spoke as we both slowly elevated up until we reached the floor I had spent so much of my life on. When the door opened, it was nostalgic to be back. "Is the code still the same?" I asked as we made it to my room. I figured they would have at least changed it.

"Yes, it is different." Nappa lifted a brow at me as he began to punch in the numbers. I wasn't particularly happy about being back in there, but it was a million times better than being in the prince's chambers for the night. I had a feeling I was going to get plenty of that in my very, very near future. My thoughts voided out of my mind as a loud howl shot through the air from the other side of the door.

I quickly looked up at Nappa to see if he knew what was going on, but he in turn had looked down at me. We both exchanged a look of concern as he pressed the final button to lead inside of the room. I was even remotely prepared for what I was seeing.

They're burning all the witches, even if you aren't one
They got their pitchforks and proof
Their receipts and reasons
They're burning all the witches, even if you aren't one
So light me up, go ahead and light me up

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. In my room was a girl who looked just like me with a Saiyan on top of her, but that didn't last long before he had jumped off of her. She was naked and holding a sharp object in one hand and a long limb in the other, but I couldn't tell what it was. Blood was pouring over her, the sheets and the floor. When I saw that the Saiyan who was screaming was Raditz, I was even more confused. His lower back was bleeding and that is when I noticed his tail was completely gone, cut off at the base. Looking back at the girl who was now sitting up on the bed was holding a sharp object in one hand and a fricken tail in the other. She cut it off! She cut off Raditz' tail! I couldn't believe any of this!

Taking a step back, I didn't know how to react. Do I applaud her? Do I run off because this is my chance since she is a diversion? Do I get some glue and help put it back on? I had no idea what was happening. I didn't feel sorry for Raditz in the slightest, he was an ass, but hell I never expected this to happen. A Saiyan's tail held so much pride for them and some sort of secret power that I couldn't even fathom what he was going to do to the girl who looked just like me.

"What the fuck happened?!" Nappa yelled as he pinned Raditz against the wall as he tried to lunge at the girl holding his tail.

"She fucking cut it off! She cut it the fuck off and I am going to kill her!" I had never heard Raditz' voice sound the way it was. He was normally so calm and arrogant, that the desperation in his voice was so new to hear.

"He raped me!" The girl began to scream back at him as she threw his tail to the floor. I felt like I was watching some sort of movie that Goku and I had watched on Earth. Was this even real? If anything, I needed it to keep going; this was definitely going to take major heat off of my situation with the prince.

"You little bitch, you seduced me!" Nappa wasn't having too much of a struggle holding the Saiyan back since he had far more years of training that Raditz did.

"You are ten times taller than me, how the hell would I have done that?!" She continued to scream as she covered herself up with a sheet. My sheet.

"How the hell could you do this, Raditz?!" Nappa yelled once more as he believed the girl. The Saiyan race was a disciplined, strong race; he didn't believe that a simple girl would convince Raditz to break his oath to his people.

"No, that little bitch did this! Let me fucking kill her!" There was no consoling Raditz at all, and Nappa not believing him seemed to only anger him more.

I noticed my head moving side to side as I watched the girl on one side of my room and Nappa and Raditz on the other. It wasn't long until more Saiyans bombarded into the room to help out and take Raditz and his cut off tail out of the room. I was surprised Nappa stayed behind.

"Clean up this fucking mess." His voice toned down. I knew he wasn't mad at me and just at the entire situation that just happened. This was the reason why Raditz and Nappa were always together, but I guess Vegeta thought Raditz could handle a simple task but it was obviously too much for him. "You," he pointed to the naked girl sitting on my bed, "Come with me."

As the girl walked towards him, I was stunned at how much she looked like me. It looked like I was watching myself cut Raditz' tail off. I was so perplexed by the entire situation. When she walked passed me to get to Nappa, her eyes seemed just as confused as mine. We were identical. It now made sense when Nappa had told me that they got the wrong girl.

Turning around, I watched as Nappa shut the door behind him once the girl was completely out, locking me inside by myself and Raditz' blood, and no sheet. I stood there for a while just trying to process the whole situation, I knew I was never going to be able to understand anything that took place. I was expecting to wake up but that wasn't happening so with a sigh, I walked to the mattress and flipped it. There was no way I was going to be able to clean it and I was not about to sleep on Saiyan blood.

Walking to my closet, I found my spare sheets right where I left them before I got the hell off this planet and put them on my mattress. Grabbing the comforter, I ended up making my bed before sitting down on the bed. I was back at square one, but this time I had so much more going for me than when I got on this planet moments ago. So much blood, literally, was on someone else's hands which only helped me tremendously.

Laying down, I stayed on top of the covers and stared at the ceiling that I had stared at for years. This wasn't my time to retreat, this was my time to reload.

You say I did something bad
Then why's it feel so good?
So bad, why's it feel so good?
Why's it feel, why's it feel so good?
It just felt so good, good

A/N: My guilty pleasure you ask? Taylor Swift. I fricken love her and ever since I heard this song, I knew I had to use it for when I introduced this chapter. I feel it fits so well. Even if you are not a Swift fan and feel she is ridiculous, at least go listen to this song! "I Did Something Bad" by Taylor Swift. Too Good!