Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Closer ❯ Time & Dreams ( Chapter 23 )
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By: Vegeta-Sugar-Sweet 
Bulma's current situation described. She is introduced to Zarbon and Frieza. She even demonstrates a new talent.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.17.2011 | Updated On: 06.17.2011 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 556 | Status: Work In Progress
Bulma's current situation described. She is introduced to Zarbon and Frieza. She even demonstrates a new talent.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.17.2011 | Updated On: 06.17.2011 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 556 | Status: Work In Progress
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Time & Dreams
Time is a funny, fickle mistress. It is said that is helps to heal all wounds. Maybe they didn’t get that memo in Hell. That is where the beautiful, blue-haired scientist, Bulma Briefs currently resides. After being drugged by her former flame, she was surprised to awaken not in her ship or on Earth, but on planet Cold, the Ice-jin home-world. Some gelatinous pink mass was fondling her in the most intimate manner. Her first instinct: force--shoving his had away and adopting a fighting stance, but she could never have foresaw the tremendous beating that would result from her refusal of this grotesque one, now known as Dodoria. For a blob who looked slow, he moved quickly, incapacitating her by simultaneously breaking both of her arms--leaving her screaming in pain. Then using is hammer like hands, he pummeled her face and torso, breaking her jaw, all her ribs, and puncturing a lung.
Dodoria’s mistake was thinking one severe beating would break her wild spirit. Over the first six months of captivity, she was never broken--driven by her love for Vegeta and faith that she would indeed escape. It was like Vegeta’s memory was burning a flaming desire for freedom through her soul. To curb her rebellious behaviors, Bulma was subject to more beatings than can be counted for disobedience and refusal of sexual advances. She was kept in Dodoria’s quarters where her screams during the rapes and beatings would go unheeded. He was always with her, always watching, always waiting.
Meanwhile, the lizard in charge Frieza, had been away enslaving a distant solar system for all this time and had not yet had the opportunity to meet with his recently procured ‘Master Tech’. Bulma was told to fear this being, she guessed, but nothing would make her give in to cowering before anyone. Not even death.
Dodoria leered at the lithe scientist, all the time licking his lips. “You will come to meet your master now, my lovely human pet” he lisped. He reached out with an overly chubby finger and curled a lock of her hair around it. Bulma wanted to shiver. She wanted to throw up at this so-called loving caress, but the Vegeta in her would not allow her a lick of fear. She yanked her hair from the disgusing creature and stared him down. “I am not your pet you fat piece of shit! The sooner you learn that the longer you may live” she said coolly.
*WHACK*
A stunning blow reigned down upon Bulma’s beautiful but well-bruised face. She didn’t cry out like she had done when he had first hit her, she held it in. It wasn’t a weak punch, but not his hardest. His punches are ‘old hat’ by now and did not hurt as much. Bulma felt up her now bruised visage. Her cheekbone felt cracked but other than that, she was fine.
To Dodoria’s dismay, Bulma wobbeled herself up to a standing position. She picked up the corner of her mouth and smirked at the bastard. “Is that all you got, tubby? I thought I was supposed to be afraid?” she taunted. Enraged, Dodoria grabbed her and threw her into a table. Bulma’s back met the edge of the surface with a sickening crunch before she crumpled to the floor. She let out a small groan from her back nearly being broken. Satisfied, Dodoria grabbed the sassy, blue haired woman up in his arms and carried her towards Lord Frieza’s receiving room.
The portly elite was nearly winded when he made it to his master. He nearly threw down Bulma in front of Frieza just to put her down.
“DODORIA!” shouted Frieza. “You are a sickening excuse for an elite. How dare you not pay your respect to ME before slamming down my newest treasure!” Frieza was hovering in his chair with Zarbon standing by smirking while Dodoria cowered.
“A thousand pardons my Lord. I am a fool and........”
“Spare me! If we were to list all your faults we would be here for eternity, right Zarbon?”
“Quite right, my Lord.”
Frieza looked the bulbous pink mass up and down frowning. Then motioned for him to move out of his way so he could examine his new toy.
“Zarbon, bring her here. Bring her to me.”
“At once, my Lord.”
Zarbon swept over like a prince and picked up the curled up lump from the floor. Bulma didn’t know what to think. She hadn’t seen anyone so beautiful since Vegeta and she was glad to be away from the ugly Dodoria.
Zarbon set her upon her feet and turned her towards Frieza. One look told him what he wanted to know. Frieza turned his head and said “Dodoria, no one damages my property without penalty.” Dodoria began to tremble with a fear he had never felt before. He let his lust for her get the better of him, and his anger of her defiance fueled his rage. He knew Frieza wouldn’t hesitate to kill him, and there was no escape. He lost his bowels from the terror, and piss began to stream down his trunk-like leg as he tried to ready himself for his impending doom.
Frieze raised his hand, a pinkish-red energy began to form around it, in few moments and he will be ready to extinguish all life from this massive idiot when a soft “no.... wait... Lord Frieza” was heard from the battered woman.
“You dare interrupt, girl” he lisped.
“Yes,” Bulma said picking up her tone, “I do.” Frieza was mystified and astounded. She was serious, and he thought it hysterical! The energy around his hand faded, he lowered his hand and let out a most girlish laugh.
“Why would you want to spare this sad sack of refuse?” he asked.
“Who said I wanted to save him? He’s violated me and I would love the opportunity to pay him back without reprisal. After that, I’ll do whatever you ask as long no one, and I mean no one, is ever allowed to touch me again.” Bulma folded her arms an pulled her aching body upright. She wanted to scream in pain, but she forced it all down inside her, fueling her rage. Her right cheek was swollen and bruised but her eyes held the fire of a fighter.
“What do you think, Zarbon? Shall we take this slip of a girl at her word?” Frieza giggled.
Zarbon cocked his head to the side and thought a moment. He let his eyes roam over this athletic, yet lucious figure before him and nearly licked his lips. “I think, my Lord, if she can do anything to hurt one of your elites, her terms should be met.”
Frieza rested his hand on his chin, pursing his lips. “Oh very well, my girl. Do what you will and Dodoria you may not fight back whatsoever or I will make your death one that will be remembered throughout time and space, are we clear?”
With the faint smell of urine and feces in the air, a pee-stained but confident Dodoria nodded to his master. After all, if she could have hurt him at all, it would have happened before when he was having his way with her supple treasures, so many times before. He had resolved that after this little demonstration he would have her again, this time chained to his bed, and he would finally beak her, once and for all.
Bulma closed her eyes and searched for that piece of her that was all Vegeta--the warrior--the skilled tactician--the Super Saiyan. She felt for his power, his blood lust, his warrior’s rage. It made her feel good and warm, like she was at home on the battlefield.
Simultaneously, in the West Galaxy, a dreaming Prince (soon to be King) Vegeta switched from visions of glory in his last battle, to a showdown with Dodoria. He smelled a strong odor of piss in this place, it nearly made him gag but held in his composure. Vegeta felt angry and his head ached. This fucker actually hurt him in his own dream? He would not let this pink puddle of ooze beat on him again, although he did not remember the first time.....
“Come now, little one,” smirked Dodoria, “surely you do not think you are a match for me.” Feeling confidant, he threw his head back to laugh, and that is when Bulma/Vegeta made their move..
What Zarbon and Frieza observed as absolutely astounding. Bulma’s eyes flashed a beautiful and frightening teal blue as she cut across the room. With the speed and grace of a true, battle tested warrior she soared through the air and buried her elbow into Dodoria’s throat. The shattering of the trachea was exquisitely disturbing and extremely entertaining. With wide eyes both Frieza and Zarbon watched as deep red blood spurted forth from the large, gulping maw of the doomed former elite. Dodoria’s eyes flew open wide as he tried to speak, but only sprayed blood into the air. Quickly gurgling and choking on his own blood, he tried to make a feeble attack, but slipped on the puddle of piss at his feet, and landed flat on his back, more of his life essence erupting from his mouth like an angry volcano. Bulma saw her chance, and with a swift forward kick, sank her foot as deeply as she could, into his crotch, which gave her another satisfying feeling as she pulverized whatever was in that area.
Bulma smirked, pleased with the quick, clean kill. Suddenly she felt extremely weak and heavy. All the power that had filled her had gone. Her body felt burned out and she collapsed into a heap onto the floor.
“Zarbon, see that she gets treatment and send someone to clean up that fat disgrace” ordered Frieza as he turned to leave.
Meanwhile in the Western Galaxy, Vegeta jumped out of his comfortable bed. ‘That dream was so damn real, like I was there!’ he thought.
“Vegeta, what troubles you at this hour darling.” yawned Grace who had been sleeping naked beside her Prince.
“Nothing to be concerned with, woman Return to sleep.” Vegeta said softly. He covered her and rubbed his cheek against hers. Soon, Grace was again asleep leaving Vegeta to think about the very odd dream he had just experienced....
Two hours later, Bulma found herself in the presence of her new employer, Frieza. She was bandaged and refreshed from the medical unit, she was not curious as to why the effeminate male needed to steal her away. She tried not to get impatient but it must have shown in her eyes because Frieza cracked a smile.
“Now, now I won’t keep you. You have a bit of work to do for me.” Frieza stated
Bulma quirked an eyebrow but decided to remain quiet for now. It was as if Vegeta’s spirit was encouraging her to gather information on her potential enemy before acting rashly.
Frieza continued on. “I have this training module from Vegeta-sei, you see. I am told you are the brains behind it. I highly doubt it but just in case I thought i would bring you along” he giggled. “I mean, beauty AND brains in one package?”
Bulma got a little miffed at the careless statement and pounced “That’s beauty, brains, and a big brass pair of balls to match.”
“Well, well, aren’t we a spitfire? Such passion is so rare and could be a very good use to me in many ways” he said huskily as hungry eyes roamed her body.
Bulma did shutter visibly. The last thing in the world she would want is to be forceabley fucked by this he--she--it---thing!
“About the module then?” Bulma said trying to direct the conversation away from anything sexual.
“Mmmm yes, you will produce more of these for my elites. They have grown rather lazy and useless in battle. The need more challenging training.”
“No.” said Bulma as she stared about the room trying to think.
“No? Who said you had a choice, my dear?”
“No..no disrespect but I require my partner to help me.” she stalled.
“Partner? And where is this partner?”
“On Vegeta-sei...of course” she smiled lying through her perfect teeth. “Bardock is the lead scientist there and together we built the matrix for the....”
“Oh please do not bore me to death with tech talk” Frieza frowned. He detested any talk of details, he just wanted the job done. “You are in luck as i have been on Vegeta-sei negotiating with its council and monarchy. It should be no problem getting this...Bardock to cooperate.”
‘Oh gods, he talked to Vegeta! Thank the gods’ her mind screamed. But her elation ebbed away as serious doubt crept in. ‘Why has he not come for me? Is he even looking for me? Does he even still love me?’ All these questions whirling around in her mind kept her quiet for a long while making the lizard in front of her impatient.
“Well, girl?” Frieza said in a near yell.
Bulma turned her face down and dug her toe into the ground. “I..uh..I ..yes Bardock and I can craft these modules for you. I w-w-would like to ask permission to return to Vegeta-sei and continue my work there since i already have a set up ready for mass production.”
“You may go but be warned--I am not one to be crossed. Anything out of the ordinary and you will be eliminated without question. Zarbon will accompany you and be my eyes and ears while you work. I expect progress in two weeks time. Clear?
“Yes, we are very clear, Lord Frieza.”
Inside she bubbled with happiness and a bit of unease. ‘I am coming home Vegeta, it won’t be long now.”
“
Time & Dreams
Time is a funny, fickle mistress. It is said that is helps to heal all wounds. Maybe they didn’t get that memo in Hell. That is where the beautiful, blue-haired scientist, Bulma Briefs currently resides. After being drugged by her former flame, she was surprised to awaken not in her ship or on Earth, but on planet Cold, the Ice-jin home-world. Some gelatinous pink mass was fondling her in the most intimate manner. Her first instinct: force--shoving his had away and adopting a fighting stance, but she could never have foresaw the tremendous beating that would result from her refusal of this grotesque one, now known as Dodoria. For a blob who looked slow, he moved quickly, incapacitating her by simultaneously breaking both of her arms--leaving her screaming in pain. Then using is hammer like hands, he pummeled her face and torso, breaking her jaw, all her ribs, and puncturing a lung.
Dodoria’s mistake was thinking one severe beating would break her wild spirit. Over the first six months of captivity, she was never broken--driven by her love for Vegeta and faith that she would indeed escape. It was like Vegeta’s memory was burning a flaming desire for freedom through her soul. To curb her rebellious behaviors, Bulma was subject to more beatings than can be counted for disobedience and refusal of sexual advances. She was kept in Dodoria’s quarters where her screams during the rapes and beatings would go unheeded. He was always with her, always watching, always waiting.
Meanwhile, the lizard in charge Frieza, had been away enslaving a distant solar system for all this time and had not yet had the opportunity to meet with his recently procured ‘Master Tech’. Bulma was told to fear this being, she guessed, but nothing would make her give in to cowering before anyone. Not even death.
Dodoria leered at the lithe scientist, all the time licking his lips. “You will come to meet your master now, my lovely human pet” he lisped. He reached out with an overly chubby finger and curled a lock of her hair around it. Bulma wanted to shiver. She wanted to throw up at this so-called loving caress, but the Vegeta in her would not allow her a lick of fear. She yanked her hair from the disgusing creature and stared him down. “I am not your pet you fat piece of shit! The sooner you learn that the longer you may live” she said coolly.
*WHACK*
A stunning blow reigned down upon Bulma’s beautiful but well-bruised face. She didn’t cry out like she had done when he had first hit her, she held it in. It wasn’t a weak punch, but not his hardest. His punches are ‘old hat’ by now and did not hurt as much. Bulma felt up her now bruised visage. Her cheekbone felt cracked but other than that, she was fine.
To Dodoria’s dismay, Bulma wobbeled herself up to a standing position. She picked up the corner of her mouth and smirked at the bastard. “Is that all you got, tubby? I thought I was supposed to be afraid?” she taunted. Enraged, Dodoria grabbed her and threw her into a table. Bulma’s back met the edge of the surface with a sickening crunch before she crumpled to the floor. She let out a small groan from her back nearly being broken. Satisfied, Dodoria grabbed the sassy, blue haired woman up in his arms and carried her towards Lord Frieza’s receiving room.
The portly elite was nearly winded when he made it to his master. He nearly threw down Bulma in front of Frieza just to put her down.
“DODORIA!” shouted Frieza. “You are a sickening excuse for an elite. How dare you not pay your respect to ME before slamming down my newest treasure!” Frieza was hovering in his chair with Zarbon standing by smirking while Dodoria cowered.
“A thousand pardons my Lord. I am a fool and........”
“Spare me! If we were to list all your faults we would be here for eternity, right Zarbon?”
“Quite right, my Lord.”
Frieza looked the bulbous pink mass up and down frowning. Then motioned for him to move out of his way so he could examine his new toy.
“Zarbon, bring her here. Bring her to me.”
“At once, my Lord.”
Zarbon swept over like a prince and picked up the curled up lump from the floor. Bulma didn’t know what to think. She hadn’t seen anyone so beautiful since Vegeta and she was glad to be away from the ugly Dodoria.
Zarbon set her upon her feet and turned her towards Frieza. One look told him what he wanted to know. Frieza turned his head and said “Dodoria, no one damages my property without penalty.” Dodoria began to tremble with a fear he had never felt before. He let his lust for her get the better of him, and his anger of her defiance fueled his rage. He knew Frieza wouldn’t hesitate to kill him, and there was no escape. He lost his bowels from the terror, and piss began to stream down his trunk-like leg as he tried to ready himself for his impending doom.
Frieze raised his hand, a pinkish-red energy began to form around it, in few moments and he will be ready to extinguish all life from this massive idiot when a soft “no.... wait... Lord Frieza” was heard from the battered woman.
“You dare interrupt, girl” he lisped.
“Yes,” Bulma said picking up her tone, “I do.” Frieza was mystified and astounded. She was serious, and he thought it hysterical! The energy around his hand faded, he lowered his hand and let out a most girlish laugh.
“Why would you want to spare this sad sack of refuse?” he asked.
“Who said I wanted to save him? He’s violated me and I would love the opportunity to pay him back without reprisal. After that, I’ll do whatever you ask as long no one, and I mean no one, is ever allowed to touch me again.” Bulma folded her arms an pulled her aching body upright. She wanted to scream in pain, but she forced it all down inside her, fueling her rage. Her right cheek was swollen and bruised but her eyes held the fire of a fighter.
“What do you think, Zarbon? Shall we take this slip of a girl at her word?” Frieza giggled.
Zarbon cocked his head to the side and thought a moment. He let his eyes roam over this athletic, yet lucious figure before him and nearly licked his lips. “I think, my Lord, if she can do anything to hurt one of your elites, her terms should be met.”
Frieza rested his hand on his chin, pursing his lips. “Oh very well, my girl. Do what you will and Dodoria you may not fight back whatsoever or I will make your death one that will be remembered throughout time and space, are we clear?”
With the faint smell of urine and feces in the air, a pee-stained but confident Dodoria nodded to his master. After all, if she could have hurt him at all, it would have happened before when he was having his way with her supple treasures, so many times before. He had resolved that after this little demonstration he would have her again, this time chained to his bed, and he would finally beak her, once and for all.
Bulma closed her eyes and searched for that piece of her that was all Vegeta--the warrior--the skilled tactician--the Super Saiyan. She felt for his power, his blood lust, his warrior’s rage. It made her feel good and warm, like she was at home on the battlefield.
Simultaneously, in the West Galaxy, a dreaming Prince (soon to be King) Vegeta switched from visions of glory in his last battle, to a showdown with Dodoria. He smelled a strong odor of piss in this place, it nearly made him gag but held in his composure. Vegeta felt angry and his head ached. This fucker actually hurt him in his own dream? He would not let this pink puddle of ooze beat on him again, although he did not remember the first time.....
“Come now, little one,” smirked Dodoria, “surely you do not think you are a match for me.” Feeling confidant, he threw his head back to laugh, and that is when Bulma/Vegeta made their move..
What Zarbon and Frieza observed as absolutely astounding. Bulma’s eyes flashed a beautiful and frightening teal blue as she cut across the room. With the speed and grace of a true, battle tested warrior she soared through the air and buried her elbow into Dodoria’s throat. The shattering of the trachea was exquisitely disturbing and extremely entertaining. With wide eyes both Frieza and Zarbon watched as deep red blood spurted forth from the large, gulping maw of the doomed former elite. Dodoria’s eyes flew open wide as he tried to speak, but only sprayed blood into the air. Quickly gurgling and choking on his own blood, he tried to make a feeble attack, but slipped on the puddle of piss at his feet, and landed flat on his back, more of his life essence erupting from his mouth like an angry volcano. Bulma saw her chance, and with a swift forward kick, sank her foot as deeply as she could, into his crotch, which gave her another satisfying feeling as she pulverized whatever was in that area.
Bulma smirked, pleased with the quick, clean kill. Suddenly she felt extremely weak and heavy. All the power that had filled her had gone. Her body felt burned out and she collapsed into a heap onto the floor.
“Zarbon, see that she gets treatment and send someone to clean up that fat disgrace” ordered Frieza as he turned to leave.
Meanwhile in the Western Galaxy, Vegeta jumped out of his comfortable bed. ‘That dream was so damn real, like I was there!’ he thought.
“Vegeta, what troubles you at this hour darling.” yawned Grace who had been sleeping naked beside her Prince.
“Nothing to be concerned with, woman Return to sleep.” Vegeta said softly. He covered her and rubbed his cheek against hers. Soon, Grace was again asleep leaving Vegeta to think about the very odd dream he had just experienced....
Two hours later, Bulma found herself in the presence of her new employer, Frieza. She was bandaged and refreshed from the medical unit, she was not curious as to why the effeminate male needed to steal her away. She tried not to get impatient but it must have shown in her eyes because Frieza cracked a smile.
“Now, now I won’t keep you. You have a bit of work to do for me.” Frieza stated
Bulma quirked an eyebrow but decided to remain quiet for now. It was as if Vegeta’s spirit was encouraging her to gather information on her potential enemy before acting rashly.
Frieza continued on. “I have this training module from Vegeta-sei, you see. I am told you are the brains behind it. I highly doubt it but just in case I thought i would bring you along” he giggled. “I mean, beauty AND brains in one package?”
Bulma got a little miffed at the careless statement and pounced “That’s beauty, brains, and a big brass pair of balls to match.”
“Well, well, aren’t we a spitfire? Such passion is so rare and could be a very good use to me in many ways” he said huskily as hungry eyes roamed her body.
Bulma did shutter visibly. The last thing in the world she would want is to be forceabley fucked by this he--she--it---thing!
“About the module then?” Bulma said trying to direct the conversation away from anything sexual.
“Mmmm yes, you will produce more of these for my elites. They have grown rather lazy and useless in battle. The need more challenging training.”
“No.” said Bulma as she stared about the room trying to think.
“No? Who said you had a choice, my dear?”
“No..no disrespect but I require my partner to help me.” she stalled.
“Partner? And where is this partner?”
“On Vegeta-sei...of course” she smiled lying through her perfect teeth. “Bardock is the lead scientist there and together we built the matrix for the....”
“Oh please do not bore me to death with tech talk” Frieza frowned. He detested any talk of details, he just wanted the job done. “You are in luck as i have been on Vegeta-sei negotiating with its council and monarchy. It should be no problem getting this...Bardock to cooperate.”
‘Oh gods, he talked to Vegeta! Thank the gods’ her mind screamed. But her elation ebbed away as serious doubt crept in. ‘Why has he not come for me? Is he even looking for me? Does he even still love me?’ All these questions whirling around in her mind kept her quiet for a long while making the lizard in front of her impatient.
“Well, girl?” Frieza said in a near yell.
Bulma turned her face down and dug her toe into the ground. “I..uh..I ..yes Bardock and I can craft these modules for you. I w-w-would like to ask permission to return to Vegeta-sei and continue my work there since i already have a set up ready for mass production.”
“You may go but be warned--I am not one to be crossed. Anything out of the ordinary and you will be eliminated without question. Zarbon will accompany you and be my eyes and ears while you work. I expect progress in two weeks time. Clear?
“Yes, we are very clear, Lord Frieza.”
Inside she bubbled with happiness and a bit of unease. ‘I am coming home Vegeta, it won’t be long now.”
“