Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Breathe Today, Tomorrow Unknown ❯ Saiyan Vitamins! ( Chapter 31 )

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It had been a couple of sleepless days and nights since Goku helped Dr. Briefs build a ship and set sail to go save his woman. In that time, he and the doctor didn't really exchange words. If it didn't have something to do with the ship and what should go where, they kept their thoughts to themselves. Goku wasn't sure how to approach him, whether to explain himself or how the hell he would defend against what had happened. He was surprised he didn't get bombarded with questions; if not about the incident then about his people. He was solid proof that there were other species out there who were far greater than that of their human race. He was fully prepared to tell him whatever he wanted to know. But alas, the doctor never asked.

When the ship had completed, Goku wasn't sure if it would actually fly since it was a completely different shape than that of their ships. It was a giant round ball. Sure, his species had Attack Balls, but they weren't meant for what this round one was meant for. Plus, it didn't look like it would even hold up in space. He wasn't about to question him and got on board. Before typing in the coordinates to leave, Dr. Briefs had mentioned a switch in the room that would change the gravity setting that he was in to train. He didn't know what kind of trouble Goku was getting in to, so he made sure he would have something to help him train. After saying their goodbyes and good lucks, Goku drifted off into space.

He didn't know what kind of trouble Bulma would be in, but he knew it wasn't going to be good in the least. Defy the Prince and get your head chopped off. You were either Royal or royally fucked. Being a few days behind didn't help his situation since he knew it wasn't up to him how fast he could go, so nerve-wracking was the best way to put it all. He hoped she was still alive and if not, Vegeta would be dead. There was nothing left to say about it, he would defy his entire race and kill the prince for taking the only thing that had ever made him remotely happy; there was no going back from this. She is either alive or he is dead. Possibly both.

In his time in the ship, he had used the gravity chamber quite a bit. He liked it on Earth so training here made the time go by faster. He knew he was stronger than Vegeta, but not by much since he was unable to train on his planet since he went on guard duty to Bulma. Whatever chance he could get to be above the prince, he was going to take. This week of travel he was going to make sure that he got as strong as he possibly could. Now, he was only about a day from his planet and he couldn't wait to get there.

Beads of sweat trailed from his hairline down to his jaw as he did pushups in the intense gravity he was training in. Feeling the pressure on his elbows as he slowly lowered to the ground, trying not to let the gravity force him down like it wanted to. Once he made it down, he slowly began to push his way back up. His arms hurt, but the feeling of success when he had made his arms straight again only thickened his skin. He could do this, he could get strong, and he could win.

Hours upon hours went by until he made his way on his feet and to the gravity button. Clicking it down a few pegs, he began to walk around the ship with ease. Taking the towel that was next to the button, he began to wipe his face of the sweat that stained his eyes. Taking in a deep breath, he let himself slowly exhale. Only a day away. He thought to himself as he went a window on the ship. He was about to be in Saiyan territory so he knew he needed to cloak soon.

When working with the Doctor, he informed him of all of the ways that Saiyans were able to detect cloaked ships, so quickly and quite impressively he ended up solving all of the problems that Goku was throwing at him; ways to interfere with their signals and remain cloaked and not be on their radar. It was almost about time to put it to the test since he would be entering very soon. And he hoped it worked. If not, it looked like he was about to kill way more than just the one Saiyan.

Not wanting to risk the potential of one of the Saiyan ships being out of their territory and scouting in the outskirts of their domain, Goku walked over to the control panel and activated the cloaking device. He wanted to be as careful as he possibly could be, just in case. He was a day away, he wanted to make sure he got there with no more delays.

It had been a couple of days since that awful night with Vegeta. I kept playing it over and over again in my mind with no hopes of getting it out. Thankfully, he had left me alone for a couple of days. Luckily he was a prince and needed to perform such duties for their race, or else I know he would have loved to mess with me more.

I found myself looking at the dried blood on the floor a lot, right were Raditz had had his tail cut off by Maron. Instead of picturing such a beautiful sight of a human dismembering a Saiyan, all that I saw was Maron's body on the ground with her own blood pooling out of her.

I clenched my eyes.

I wanted it to go away, but I couldn't. Hell, when I went to the bathroom I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror. It was shattered in pieces anyway, but any sort of reflection I avoided. I couldn't bare to look at myself and what I had become. It was hard enough trailing my hand across my body and feeling the bones I hadn't felt before. I was withering away, but somehow, I still managed to be here.

Looking over across the room, I noticed the small green alien, Dende, just sitting quietly to himself. It seemed that Vegeta was comfortable with him staying in here for this long. What were we going to do, though? Nothing. We were both too weak to try an escape, but that didn't stop us from talking about it.

After I had gotten more sleep from that dreadful night, I woke up to Dende the next day and talked to him more about the Dragon Balls. It was fascinating knowing that they could grant almost any wish. If anything, I knew they would probably be my only chance at survival. I spoke with the alien, asking that if he were to somehow be wished back to his planet if he could gather them all up and make a wish for me as well. I knew it was a long shot, but I had to try. He agreed but let me know that he didn't think his village and the Dragon Ball Guardians would allow such a thing. It would already be amazing if they wished him back, let alone a human they didn't know or have any attachments to.

I fully understood.

My head twisted as noise began to come through from the door. Facing whoever was coming in, I couldn't help but sigh when I saw Nappa standing in the doorway. I exhaled, not knowing that I was even holding my breath. My reverie didn't last long when I saw Raditz appear right behind him.

His brows narrowed at me.

"It's time to eat." Nappa spoke while not entering the room anymore than he already had.

"Both of us or just me?" I asked while darting a look over at Dende who remained looking at the ground. He didn't look afraid, just sad to be here and far from his home.

"Just you." Raditz' voice filled my ears as he spat out his words. The last time I had heard him speak was when he was going on a rampage after Maron cut off his tail. It was a tone I don't think I had ever heard from anyone in my life. The pure rage and desperation to destroy something; so raw. I was fearful of him since the girl who had done it looked just like me. Luckily, I still had my blonde hair, but I knew that wouldn't last long either.

Getting up from my bed, I began to walk towards them. At least this time when I went into the hallways I would be dressed, unlike when I entered this room. The clothes in the closet were still there which I was thankful for daily.

As I passed by, I couldn't help but look at where Raditz' had gotten cut.

"My eyes are up here." His low growl caught my attention back up to his cold dark eyes. Saiyan tails were a sensitive subject, and a prideful one at that, so knowing that he was the only Saiyan on this planet that didn't have a tail anymore must have made him feel inadequate.

"Sorry." I apologized as I bowed my head down. The wounds were too fresh to be sarcastic; not his but mine. I was in no way ready to get my ass beat after the ones I had taken nights before.

Walking to the cafeteria where the other Saiyans were eating was weird. Unlike the time I walked these halls with Vegeta, I met all of their eyes staring at me like I was the plague. I wish I were the plague, then they could all be dead all due to me. Oh, Bulma the Destroyer of all Saiyans. I think that has a nice ring to it, too bad it'll never happen. Bulma, the Saiyan's bitch. Yep, that one was more believable

Trying to ignore all of the Saiyans, I sat at the appropriate table that Nappa had gestured to. Taking my seat, I calmly stayed still with my hands folded in my lap. I felt uneasy, a feeling I hadn't felt in this cafeteria since I had met Goku. While Raditz and Nappa got their food along with mine, I began to eat quietly. It was chump food, unlike the food Goku would bring me.

I paused, noticing everything I was doing was in comparison to what Goku had done for me in the past. I never thought I would envy those days. If I was looking at myself from months ago where this was the normal, she would slap me and tell me to calm down. Get out of here, it's all I want! She would say to me. But I'm afraid… Is all I would be able to tell her back.

I huffed in frustration. If past me knew what future me would endure, would she still want this? Would she still think she was strong enough to handle it all? Would risking it all really be what she wanted even if it resulted in our death?

Yes.

I could practically hear a voice yelling out to me from the corners of my mind. I was focusing on where I was hearing it from but couldn't quite pinpoint it. Yes, I am free. I heard it call out again. It echoed in my mind until I could finally tell where it was coming from. My escape ship. It was from when I was talking with Goku while on our voyage to Earth. We talked about me being free and him having to reassure me that I was free. It took me a second to realize it, but I admitted that I was. Remembering myself say that sentence and how I felt after I had said it sent a warm tingly feeling throughout my body. I had been free once, what was stopping me this time? The monster keeping me here was the same, he hadn't changed only I had. Old me had taken beating from him before and had been fine the next day, but was it because of the caliber that he had done it affect how I was now? Or was it just that I had become weak?

I battled with myself for a moment. I could feel who I was now challenging who I was before. My new thoughts and old thoughts going head to head in a battle within my mind. Did I change or did the situation change? I was always in this state of danger, always in a horrible place being enslaved. But this time around, I could feel my emotions leading me more than my instincts were. I had shut my emotions off to survive, but now since being on Earth I had remembered and unleashed them. I needed to closet them back in, but that was easier said than done. It was a lot easier to hold something in that you had never unleashed, but the fact that it had been withdrawn meant it was a lot harder to push back in. It was like shutting a door without a latch. Oh anxiety you humor me so.

"You need to eat." A voice snapped me back into the moment.

"Yeah, sorry." I began to put the weird food into my mouth before finally finishing my plate.

"That took you far too long." Raditz spoke while leaning back in his chair.

"You try being beaten to death three times and brought back and see how hungry you are." Old me stepped out of its shell. I smiled internally at the comment but also cowered. Too much too fast, but damn did it feel good to say exactly what was on my mind. I needed to swallow my emotions of fear and concentrate on the need to survive. Sure, sarcasm wasn't the key to survival, but it was who I was and that person lasted 15 years here.

A chuckle came from Nappa's mouth as he looked at a stunned Raditz.

"Listen here-" The spikey haired Saiyan tried to speak but was interrupted.

"Now is not the time to argue, we're going to be late." Raditz and I both looked over at Nappa, who was standing up and slowly walking towards the exit of the cafeteria. Both mine and Raditz' eyes met before we shrugged and got up to go. When Nappa was on a schedule, he was on a schedule and there was no point trying to argue it.

"Where are we going?" My curiosity came out.

"It's time to fix your hair. Prince's orders." We kept moving as Nappa glanced over his shoulder at me.

"Are you finally going to get rid of that shit-stache?" Raditz spoke as he laughed at his own joke.

"As much as we're going there to groom your tail." Nappa snapped back, laughing at his own joke and at Raditz' salty reaction. I couldn't help but giggle either, that was a good one that Nappa had dished out. Stay out of the kitchen if you can't take the heat!

A darted glance came my way for giggling at Raditz, but I knew he wasn't going to do anything about it; Nappa wouldn't let him.

When we entered the room where I would soon get my hair done, I couldn't help but flashback to when I was on Earth, since that was the only experience I had ever experienced with a salon. After making myself comfortable in the seat, I looked straight in front of me.

I frowned.

I was looking into a mirror, something I had avoided for a long while. Looking in it, I saw the bags under my eyes from lack of sleep and crying. My collarbone was protruding more than it used to, cheeks sucked in a smidge like I hadn't eaten in days; which was semi true. I had bruises all over my body, discoloration on my face from being slapped. The roots of my hair shown blue amongst the blonde strands that had grown out. I was just a mess. How Vegeta even wanted to touch me at this point was a miracle. I looked desperate and he must have been desperate; I was nowhere near peak condition. Not that I fancied myself, but how I looked on Earth to now was a completely different person.

When an alien came in to do my hair, I was surprised at what little it took to get the stains out of my hair. On Earth, they had to bleach it and use different dyes to make the color they wanted. Here, she was just putting an ointment in my hair and watching it match what my roots had been, magically turning everything back the way it used to me. It was me. I watched as it matched the color of my roots, slowly making its way down to the tips of my hair until it was all blue once more. It was pretty cool to watch.

I gave the lady a nod before getting out of the seat. I looked a little bit better, but it didn't excuse the bones I had become. Man I wanted an Earth burger.

"Where to now?" I asked as we left the salon room. I watched as Nappa and Raditz gave each other a look before one decided to speak, obviously Nappa took the reins.

"We're going to Medical." He faced forward.

"Why?" I was certain they were going to get Raditz' nub checked out.

"You're not healthy." It was like they were reading my mind! No, I was not healthy, but I didn't know what they thought they were going to do about that.

"Of course I'm not, I was beaten to death three times in a row only minutes from each other." I threw that out again.

"Prince Vegeta wanted you healthy for your next encounter." They still didn't look at me as I trailed behind them.

"Which is when?" I didn't know how they expected me to be 'healthy' enough to see him and how they would pull that off.

"Tonight." I cringed at their words.

"Tonight?" I repeated and was met with both Saiyans nodding their heads. "How the hell do you expect to make me healthy in this short amount of time. Have you seen me? I am practically a skeleton walking amongst you." It appeared my sarcasm faded but never truly left me.

"Advanced technology." Raditz replied before Nappa could.

"How is technology going to put fat on me?" I counteracted,

"You'll see." Nappa put it simply as we turned a few more corners and walked long hallways before making it back to where I had first met Maron. Only this time when we walked into the room, instead of seeing white walls and blue hair I was greeted with white walls and a blue tank.

I recognized these tanks as a healing mechanism that wounded Saiyans would bathe in when they were injured. Made me curious as to why Raditz didn't go in one. Could it not regenerate? If it could, was he forbidden to regenerate and live in the shame of getting his tail cut off by a human woman that belonged to the prince? The world may never know.

Looking over at the two men, I was apprehensive in going in. I had been confined in small spaces before, but never small spaces with water and no air.

I waited by the tank until a man with a white coat came in, camouflaging himself against the walls to where is yellow skin really stood out. He began to chat with the Saiyans while I studied the tank a little bit more. I knew I wouldn't understand anything the doctor had to say, so I just stayed out of it. I was nervous.

"Alright, take off your clothes." He demanded in an irritated tone. Not a very good bedside manner, but I guess when dealing with Saiyans who don't want to be coddled, you really didn't need one.

Following his orders, I began to strip with all three men in the room. It was honestly nothing they hadn't seen before and at this point I had no shame left in my body to give. While I stripped, the doctor went to the aquatic chamber and began hitting buttons on it, I was guessing it was settings from Saiyan to Human. I was small and frail with a far more simplistic genetic data, I knew this wouldn't take long. Once done, he called me over.

"Get in." He barked another order as I climbed the stairs and sat with my feet in the water. It was a top loader. Without asking me to stop where I was, the doctor aggressively grabbed me by my boney shoulder to stop my process of entering the tank any further. Placing a mask on my face, he let me drop the rest of the way before closing the tank on me.

I could feel panic arise as I was in the chamber, unable to get out. My only option was to wait for them to open up the tank for me. Opening my eyes, I watched as the three men in the room exchanged words before leaving. I was alone in a tank full of water and no way to get out. My heart began to race.

Even though I could breathe, this was scary. I tried what I could to get my heartrate down, but nothing seemed to work until I placed my thoughts on my father. The look on his face when he told me I was his daughter, that whole week we spent together, learning from each other. The way he hugged me, just everything. Then the image of both my father and Goku resonated in my mind as I pictured them both together as if I had never left Earth. A big happy family.

My heart began to slow as I calmed down. Letting my eyes close, I knew it would just go faster if I could fall asleep.

I was jolted awake by the top of the container opening up and the dick doctor pulling me up by my shoulder. When he took the mask off, I paid him a much needed 'what the fuck was that all about' look. I wasn't going to say it since I didn't know this doctor and he was, after all, a doctor. Who knows what poisonous shit he could do to me. When my heart calmed down from the intense wake up call, I noticed something. When he had picked me up by my shoulder, it didn't hurt like it previously had. Touching it myself, it felt different.

I felt different.

Looking over at Raditz and Nappa, I could see that they thought I looked different, too.

"How do I look?" I asked while I looked at my pelvis, seeing a lot less of it.

"Why don't you look for yourself?" Nappa motioned to a mirror across the room, one I hadn't noticed before.

Walking over, I let my eyes lift from the ground when I was standing right in front of it. I wanted to cry, I looked like me. Everything about the girl in the mirror was me before everything went downhill. Before the Saiyan Party in the Grand Room, this girl was me. I looked untouched by Saiyan men. Straightening myself a bit, I noticed that everything I had seen in the mirror prior to this had vanished. I was alive, no longer a husk of a shell of the person I was before. I smiled before meeting the eyes of the three men standing behind me.

"Get dressed." One of them motioned to the clothes I had taken off. While putting them on, I felt them hug against my body instead of practically falling off. Whatever was in that water that I bathed in was fucking amazing! Saiyan Vitamins! They needed to make this in a pill version and sell it, because it is worth it!

My reverie was short lived when I followed the Saiyans out, knowing exactly where I was going: to prince Vegeta's chambers. A heavy sigh followed by a still of my heart. I was fucked. Hell, with Dende and this Saiyan Vitamin bath, he could fuck me up in whatever way he wanted. I frowned.

When the men had taken me to his room, walked me through his mini hallway, and ditched me there by myself, I huffed when the door had closed.

Looking down at his bedroom, I noticed there wasn't a spot on the floor. I half expected Vegeta to bask in the filth that he had committed for a while, looked like he got a maid and got the place cleaned up instead. I was relieved, but still panicked by being in here so soon after the events that had taken place.

Walking over to his window, I allowed the curtains to open, looking at the setting sun. His room had a balcony, making me check the doors to see if I could stand on it. I was surprised when they opened with ease. I guess he forgot he was going to have slave company and forgot to lock it.

Standing outside was refreshing, the cool breeze touching my skin, making it react with a few goosebumps here and there. It had felt like forever since I had felt fresh air upon my skin. Smiling, I let myself exhale; the calm before the storm.

I spoke too soon.

I felt a hand upon my waist and a breeze on my neck. Stiffening, I tried not to freak out. I didn't know what sadistic Vegeta I was getting today and I wasn't about to make it an even sicker one.

"Prince Vegeat." I spoke as I felt his other hand come up to my neck, gently grabbing my tresses before slowly pulling it to the side to expose my neck to him some more. I had no idea he was even in this room and I definitely didn't hear him come in. He was waiting for me, but for how long?

"You look…"

"Healthier?" I spoke, since that was the word of the day it seemed.

I felt him smile against my skin as I cut him off. It was honestly an accident. My old self coming through a little too strong for my safety. Kissing my shoulder and up my neck until her reached my ear, I could feel my body shake at his touch. I knew what he was capable of, and I didn't want to anger him. I definitely didn't want to partake in the evens either. It seemed I had one of two options, though with Vegeta there were only black and white.

One, I could struggle and piss him off again. I could cower and panic and make him realize I am not worth his time and kill me right on the scene. It would end any chance of me seeing my father or Goku again.

Or

I could play along with it like I had planned to the whole time. If I played along, he would know that it wasn't my idea and I could possibly regain what little trust he used to have in me. I could follow his orders, pretend he never tried to kill me, three times, and get through this.

I would take the latter.

Turning around, I faced him. I faced my tormentor and my killer. He had already ditched his clothes, standing naked before me. The look on his face seemed surprised since I had turned around to match his touch. His disgusting, piece of shit touch.

"You're blue again." He spoke while looking into my eyes with his black ones, hungrily of course.

"It is what you requested." I kept my voice low, showing a little bit of my uneasiness but not too much. I knew he liked to be feared, and of course he was, but he also didn't like pathetic, which I was definitely trying to hide. Every fiber of my being wanted to scream, cry, and run.

"You seem," He paused as he connected his mouth to mine. Parting my mouth a tad, I let him in. He tasted like blood, as if he had just eaten an animal straight from the fields instead of cooking it. He was Satan to me after all, so I wasn't too surprised at the sadistic taste he was pouring into my mouth. "Different." He finished, breaking the kiss to look at me more seductively.

"Well, I have had time to think." I replied, not mentioning that what I was thinking about was his murder, "And I know my place."

"And where is that place?" He asked, slowly taking off the clothes I had only moments ago put back on. As the clothes dropped to the floor, it exposed my now healthy body to him. The smile on his face said it all.

"Wherever you put me." I made sure to sound sure but also sad, because I was. It was my freedom being pushed aside once more for his enslavement. It was true, if I couldn't find a way out, this would be my life; his life to either keep or end.

Another sadistic smirk appeared across his face as he stepped closer to me. Once hand hovering over my breast while the other sank lower, rubbing my inner thigh.

Letting out a small moan of protest so he felt in control, which he was but he didn't know I was just giving it to him, not like it mattered because he could overpower me anyway, I spread my legs a bit more so he could have better access.

Rape was an evil thing, but I was determined to be in control without him knowing it. I could feel this being the first time I had been level headed while battling with Vegeta. My thoughts staying in my head and thinking ahead, planning what would happen next instead of scattering about the place. I knew I was still a victim, but I was a victim in control and with a plan.

"Good girl." He spoke as he noticed my gesture, exposing myself to him. Bringing his face back to mine, he began to aggressively kiss me. Taking his hand from my lower regions, he connected both of his hands behind the small of my back, pressing himself against me. I could feel his arousal against my body as he began to try to walk me backwards to his bed.

"Why not here?" I spoke as we were still on the balcony. I didn't want to go back into that room, and I knew Vegeta didn't mind an audience so why not for all his people to see? It would build his ego as a male that could mate.

"I like this you." He spoke as he turned me around and bent me over the rail. With both hands on each side of my hips, he pulled my ass up higher before rubbing his cock against my warmth. I held onto the rails, facing the beautiful setting sun. I could only dream of being where the sun was touching the ground, far away from here.

He pushed in.

I knew it was coming, but he still managed to catch me off guard. Letting out a moan, I wasn't going to let my body betray me this time. I had to remind myself that I was calling the shots.

As he thrust himself in and out of me, he seemed to enjoy this balcony sex. I let out a moan each time he made full contact with me, building his ego. I could feel my moans arouse him even more until he made one last final thrust before cumming inside of me. It was a gross feeling, one I wasn't at all fond of, but I urged myself to make it seem like that is what I wanted. Yes prince Vegeta, I live for your cock… Asshole.

Grabbing my shoulders and lifting me to stand with my back against his chest, he grabbed my neck while standing behind me and lifted it up and back so I could look at him.

"That was some idea you pulled." He motioned at the scenery beyond us as the sun had finally submitted below the mountains in the distance.

I nodded as he escorted me to his bed. I was surprised when he put me in it instead of throwing me out to sleep back in my own chambers. I knew I wasn't getting any sleep tonight, whether it was due to him sexing me up some more or due to the fact that I was sleeping next to this vicious man. Either way, no sleep.

As I lay there in his bed with him right behind me, I couldn't help but think about how gentle he was compared to the last couple of times. I couldn't read this man and it worried me. One day he was brutally beating me to the brink of death, and the next he was sensually having sex with me like none of that ever took place. I was sleeping next to a psychopath, sociopath, some sort of 'path' and I didn't know which one was better. He was crazy, literally crazy.

My eyes drifted to his hand when it came across my stomach, placing itself there like it belonged. I frowned. He was not letting me go tonight and he was claiming as his property even as he slept. How was he sure I wasn't going to kill him in his sleep? I could just get up and slit his throat with something, but there he was sleeping behind me. Was he confident that I couldn't harm him in the slightest? Probably, either way it irked me, but I was happy that he was asleep and not mentally present any longer.

I could hear the heaviness of his breathing, knowing he had quickly fallen asleep already. Surprised at no 'I am so powerful and you are nothing' banter and just straight to sleep. My heart began to calm down, knowing that even though he was right behind me, that I was left by myself and my own thoughts. I had anticipated this day going a helluva lot worse than it did. Pleasantly surprised, I wondered if it was because I was accepting. With the prince, it honestly could have been anything. I would have to take it day by day and read him. There was no way I would be able to keep doing the same thing and have him not flip out on me.

Taking in one more deep breath, I exhaled slowly as I allowed my eyes to shut. I was stuck here for the night, and since it wasn't that bad I could try to get some sleep. I didn't know what was ahead of me tomorrow, but knowing the prince, I would need my rest.

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