Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ captured ❯ Vegita-sei ( Chapter 3 )

Bulma stood on the dock her only belongings held tightly in her hand that consisted of a small backpack though it held many capsules filled with different items. She was nervous and not in the good way, her heart pounded as if she was about to go on a roller coaster with a 6-story drop. She felt like she was about to cry, but like a women of “fine breeding” as her mother said all ways held her head high and now Bulma's took her mothers words to heart. The slaves were marched down the ship in two single file lines men in one woman in the other. They disembarked onto a concrete ramp that headed out into a huge castle like building there were people standing around in massive mobs but most certainly did not await the slaves. Bulma was instantly covered with sweat because of the humidity she looked up into the sky, the sky was red deepen and darkened by the two red burning suns around them the sea, which she could see in the distance, had large swells of purple. Bulma was shocked though the world had all the qualities of her own it was as if their god had simply decided to paint it a different color. Bulma was pushed from behind unaware that she had stopped walking at all.

 

“Keep walking girl they don't not stand for idleness” narrana hissed in her ear nearly frightening Bulma. Bulma looked up to the building they would be entering her eyes widened the place looked that a great futuristic castle yet had no means to show any form of advanced technology made of a rock that looked much like marble it stood high and proud. Bulma later found out that it was the head quarters of all of planet Vegetas intergalactic affairs.

 

Bulma stepped through the doors and was immediately told to go to the right the lot of them being separated into the groups after wards when they were all semi organized a man began to speak.

 

“All of you who are owned and know who their owners are come forth to me” Bulma stepped forward along with another hundred are so majority of them young, beautiful, women.

 

 

After he had called all of the people forward we went into a room off to the side there Bulma saw narrana whom she had been separated from during the commotion. Narrana turned to address the crowed her eyes searching until they fell on Bulma. She set a wide smile cross her face and instantly the high-strung feeling in the air lessened, narrana had that effect on people.

 

“Today you have become a slave, but do not fret I stand here as a free women after 15 years of service to a Sayan man, you all have one thing in common you were bought for a purpose, a good one if your master specifically bought you in advance. This gives you power not much but enough to learn to manipulate you must learn this art well for it will aid you. Now, you will tell Krypton your name and your masters name” narrana said pointing to the young sayan next to her. the girls around now felt much more at ease the women before them was no enemy but a friend later that day nearly all of them came to consult her.

 

Bulma got into line waiting with the others to see what happened when they got to the young man. It became Bulma's turn and she walked to the center field Bulma was surprised to see that the sayan looked as nervous as she did and he quickly stumbled out with words.

 

“Your name, and your masters?” his voice was gruff with seriousness and Bulma wanted to giggle he must have been new to this job.

 

“Bulma brief's, Turlies” Bulma said staying quite and tried to act submissive without him noticing that she was doing it intentionally. After she was finished she was sent over to Narrana whom ordered her to stay by her side for the rest of the day Bulma did this. Much of her day went by without much thought she constantly was learning from Narrana as she told the women of their duties and the cultural norms of the world. Suddenly she got quite everybody waited to hear what they new would be important information.

 

“From what I have seen you ladies and few gentlemen are intelligent and you are young and you are beautiful. Sayans have no use for smart slave so I'm sure that you have figured out the main reason you were bought. Rape is not common amongst people here but remember to most civilians you are not people, sense you are a …thing they will do as they wish with you and no one will help. I give you this peace of advice, don't fight many of others cultures believe that their body is their temple that they hold it for only the one they love. That is fancy talk, its not your body you need to be worried but your mind. Do not fight them they will only break you, I have seen things I wash to never see again and I hope that I see none of you in that position but if you do don't fight. Our minds are powerful and our bodies are not, that is why they choose us to keep. I know you must think me wicked for what I say but it is truly for the best.” What she said weight heavily over the air. Were we all to be used as common prostitutes? Was it really best that I simply succumbed to them?

 

 

Bulma and narrana arrived at an out side of town estate about a half an hour away from the government building. Bulma had learned something that day. Planet Vegeta did not have any cars or any mobilization ability other then flying, walking, or riding on some animal. They had chosen the walking method after about a 45-minuet walk, due to the fact that they were carrying new servant “equipment”. They arrived home. Narrana set Bulma up in a room in the attic of the house it was a rather nice room holding a full size bed a dresser, and a vanity. Entering the room Bulma set her backpack on her bed looking around the room to familiarize her surroundings. The bedding was a thick white comforter that seemed to be filled with down and a white fur shag carpet laid on the floor. The dresser, bed, and vanity were all a cream natural colored wood. Narrana took her leave a while ago leaving Bulma to unpack. Bulma began de-capsizing her belongings well, at least the few she had left. Bulma looked through the labels that were written on the side of the capsule. Bulma was disappointed, the only capsules that she had access to when she was taken hostages were the ones in her room most of which consisted of make up and hair products a few holding medications. Then Bulma grabbed a capsule out of the bottom of the bag that she had grabbed without realizing, on side of the capsule read `pictures'. Sitting on the bed with her legs crossed a small metal box emerged from the capsule when she pushed the button. Opening the box she pulled the top pictures out it was one of her Goku and her family with just that, tears welled into her eyes. That had been years ago during her and Goku's adventures for the dragon balls. Pulling pictures after picture out of the metal box her tears became more frequent until she was quietly sobbing while holding onto a pillow. Eventually Bulma laid down clutching the latest picture they had taken together, the entire DBZ team plus her parents.