Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Closer ❯ Tangled Web ( Chapter 28 )
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By: Vegeta-Sugar-Sweet 
Bulma is trapped by a demanding Prince while Grace broods about her lovers whereabouts.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.16.2011 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 594 | Status: Work In Progress
Bulma is trapped by a demanding Prince while Grace broods about her lovers whereabouts.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.16.2011 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 594 | Status: Work In Progress
DO NOT OWN…though I wish I did Thanks to those that read this and I will continue this story. I could make this like “Slave” (which is awesome by the way) and keep going like this is one big novel.
28 Tangled Web
Groggily she turned over on her bed and yawned. She lazily felt for her bed partner but found the his space cold and empty. ‘Damn him!’ she thought with her eyes closed. Grace grimaced as she sat up. Ever since the blue-haired bitch had shown him how weak he’d become, he trained every available hour of every day. It was as if she did not exist --only her---only Bulma. She would catch them in the lab going over schematics or looking across the table and nodding in accord at a secret though they shared. It was sickening and it had to stop. ‘A solid month of no mate, no sex, no lover...I will not take any more!’ she railed angrily to herself.
She threw back the remaining covers and marched to the shower. She was on a mission and she would NOT fail.
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“Computer,” Bulma’’s voice tickled through the air catching Vegeta’s ear. The console answered with a chime, “Status report on Prince Vegeta over the past month.”
The computer scanned the mighty Prince who stood arms folded, feet akimbo, smirking like he was King of the world. Come to think of it, he was, wasn’t he?
“Reporting: Vegeta, Prince of all Sayians. Last session: one night ago. Last ranking: tied for first amongst all Sayians. Last module: Sayian Elite Stage 20. Present day assessment: muscle and speed deterioration have been corrected and improved. Vegeta, Prince of all Sayians can now compete at the Master level.”
“Who the hell is tied with me?” Vegeta growled. He had been working his tail off and all he could get was a tie? He looked forward to the beating he would give the imbicile for even dreaming of being better than his Prince.
Bulma scanned the records quickly. “It seems Turles is still hard at work training just like you. He seems to be stuck on Sayian Elite Stage 19, though. Those Lectoms from planet Cthulhu are some how out thinking him” she smirked. Vegeta caught her gaze and saw the sparkle in her eye. She was proud of him and that in itself nourished his soul. Happiness that he had never known filled his heart and a memory flashed in his mind.
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Grace was furious about being shutout of Vegeta’s life. She snapped at any and all servants or soldiers who crossed her path. It seemed like her plan was falling apart at the seams. Vegeta’s focus was not where it should have been--on her!
Moping though the halls she came face to face with Zarbon. He too was allso feeling quite lonely as Bulma was in the middle of getting the newest training units to Frieza’s Elites. Apparently his Lord was so impressed he ordered one specifically for his use alone. Bulma was becoming more indispensable and closer to the emperor than ever. He had to get her into his bed and under his influence to ensure his own survival.. Spying the grouchy Princess, Zarbon struck up a conversation.
“Morning Highness. Seems you have misplaced your Prince temporarily.”
Grace frowned and looked him over haughtily. “Your charge seems to be eluding your grasp as well” she sniffed
“She is doing what she is tasked to do and Lord Frieza is very pleased.”
Grace was surprised. “Really?” she asked with a smirk. “I was under the impression she was spending her time with the Prince working on his...unit.”
Now it was Zarbon’s turn to stare wide-eyed. He took a step forward and leaned closer to Grace looking to intimidate her. “What would give you cause to entertain such an absurdity, Princess?”
“Well the other night they were both out until dawn...alone...working.” Grace took care to emphasize the word ‘alone’.
Zarbon was stock still and resolute. He refused to believe something fed by this wench’s insecurities. “That could mean they were working, Princess” he said smoothly.
Grace slowly circled like a predetor Zarbon now. “Oh surely that could be the case however working so closely, every night training, whispering, collaborating...” Zarbon wilted as Grace’s point was coming across quite clearly. She stopped in front of him again to view anger and disgust on Zarbon’s face.
“Bulma is working for Frieza” he said forcefully. “Her focus is on the project not the Prince”
Grace shot him a pitiful gaze. “Denial is not attractive on your, Zabon. You saw them that night at the dinner table, while dancing--the looks...he wants her and she him!”
Zarbon bore his teeth at the idea of that lowlife touching what was his. “He will not have her!”
Grace shrugged her shoulders. “You are sure? It seems inevitable to me.”
“I guarantee it.”
“Very well, Good day to you Zarbon” said Grace as she swept down the hall
“Good day, Highness”
‘So easy’ thought Grace.
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He was sitting on this floor holding the heartbroken but very beautiful scientist. He was rocking her and stroking her silky hair with care and concern, His blood boiled with anger for whomever hurt this woman.
Vegeta’s chest was heaving, worrying Bulma. She rushed to his side and put your hand on his forehead. “Vegeta, Vegeta are you alright?” Bulma asked in a concerned whisper. Vegeta opened his eyes to stare into the bluest eyes the heavens had seen fit to bestow upon a sentient being. He caught her hand and pulled her flush against his body. A breath of air whooshed right out of Bulma’’s mouth at being taken by surprise.
Looking into her lovely face he stated “I held you in my arms as you cried due to heartbreak. Who caused you such great pain?” Vegeta asked. Bulma groped for a lie, any plausible excuse so she could get away.
Vegeta felt the tension running through her body. He said firm with her determined to get to the bottom of this connection. “Onna, I asked you a question and I expect the truth from you. You owe me that.”
Bulma was caught and so very guilty. Vegeta’s grip was not giving way any time soon so she might as well tell the truth. She took in a breath and in a steady tone she said “His name is Yamcha.”
Vegeta knew she was telling the truth, there were no tell tail signs of falsehoods this time. “That Ambassador from Earth? Well i have always wanted to throttle him and now is my chance” Vegeta said with a cocked eyebrow.
“No need, Vegeta.”
“And why not? That scar-faced bastard deserves...”
“I know what he deserves...” Bulma interrupted. “ and I gave it to him. The evening I returned was spent paying him back heavily for all the pain he had caused me. Bardock spent the better part of an hour cleaning his blood off my hands” she smirked.
Vegeta’s eyes widened before returning to normal. He could not conceive of this woman beating that loser to a pulp but he could not help but believe it. He put his cheek against hers and rub tenderly.
“Does he still live?”
“Yes, he does.”
“Not for much longer” he said, his hands running up and down her back.
“Vegeta...please...” Bulma replied shakily.
He took his hand and cupped her face. “No one hurts you. I cannot--I will not allow it.” Then a look passed before his face. It was mischievous and sexy all in the same moment.
Looking Bulma in the eye he said “Computer authenticate.”
“Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans authenticated”
“Execute Privacy Command Alpha.”
Bulma’s eyes bugged out of her head. “H-h-how did you learn to do that?”
Vegeta chuckled “Did you not think i would be able to learn by watching you? Onna, I am a quick study. You should know that by now.”
As Vegeta was speaking the doors silently locked and windows covered. Lights dimmed and the acoustical version of “Hotel California” played very softly in the background. Vegeta had grown accustomed to the melody as it was both sensual and dark at the same time.
Bulma was amazed and a bit frightened by all the Prince had accomplished. Even in their past meetings he had never been this adept ---at least not as much as he had shown this evening.
“You see, I knew that i would have you in my arms once more. I had to plan in advance so you could not make a quick escape the next time the truth began to surface. So i manufactured this command so that we would have the time and space to deal with it.”
Bulma winced at the idea of any more truths being revealed now. He wasn’t ready and neither was she. How could she tell him all when she only knew some of what occurred while she was hostage to that bloated monstrosity?
“Vegeta you realize that i made this console so any command you call can be overridden.”
“Not if i changed the master authentication to mine when i started this routine”
Bulma wanted to be impressed but she was starting to get pissed. He changed her master authentication?
“Computer” Bulma called.
“Voice authorization denied” was the response from the console. Her face went from peach to red in no time.
“Let me go so i can get out of here, Vegeta.” She pushed against his chiseled chest to no avail.
He held her face in both hands and stared deep into her eyes. “No, ” he said “not until you tell me all that i wish to know.”
Bulma tried to think but her mind refused to cooperate. Her ability to focus passed the gorgeous man in front of her was utterly destroyed and replaced by the deep depths of his ebony eyes. Bulma opened her mouth to speak but his look spoke volumes. It said ‘Do not insult my intelligence, Onna’. She gulped and broke eye contact trying as hard as she could on the floor rather than to incur the wrath of the persistent Prince.
Vegeta frowned. He had hoped that should would see she was out matched and cooperate. He needed help filling this whole in his mind where true memories should be. And he knew there should be more incredible memories of the two of them together. He was tired of getting half truths and there was only one way to get to the facts he so desperately sought.
Vegeta placed his forehead atop Bulma’s. Without thinking of the consequences he forged on into her mind but her memories were jumbled and dark. Bulma was flinching at the pain of seeing so much so quickly and out of order. It was as if she were hurling the most painful memories at him as a defense. He dodged and darted out of the way but one memory caught him square in the chest.
Bulma was naked and lying on a bed in a darkened room. She used the opulent sheets to cover her shivering form. After searching the room for an exit, she came up empty. Then there appeared a figure. He was large, pink, and knotted from head to toe. Vegeta recognized him right away as Dodoria. The bulbous brute eyed Bulma hungrily and licked his large, chapped, purple lips. He meant to have her and that thought alone mad Vegeta want to vomit on the spot. Dodoria went for Bulma but she evaded him beautifully angering the beast. Finally he fainted to the left but caught her as she tried to escape to the right. He spoke but Vegeta couldn't hear. It was like watching a video communication without sound. But the body language was screaming at him. Dodoria pulled her close and she resisted. Dodoria said of something to her that caused Bulma to spit in his face. What followed was the most horrendous beating Vegeta had ever seen a female endure. At first Bulma had clamped her mouth shut and refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing her screams. But Dodoria keep punching and brutalizing until her mouth hung open, screaming in pain. Her face was black and blue. Her body was spent and wracked with pain. Dodoria chose this moment to inflict the ultimate humiliation on her. He maneuvered her to her knees before him and pulled out his disgusting excuse for a prick. Dodoria smirked and smacked Bulma’s swollen lips with the vile appendage. Bulma tried to resist but was caught in the firm grip of her captor. Dodoria worked her mouth open and entered it with is dick. Bulma nearly gagged as the putrid flesh touched her tongue. Dodoria took control of her had and guided it back and forth at a furious rhythm adding to Bulma’s intense pain. After what seemed like forever Dodoria pulled out of Bulma’s mouth and blew a stickly, slimey load all over Bulma’s abused face. Then he thew her to the floor, kicked her in the stomach for good measure, and pressed a button for medical attention. Bulma fell to the floor in shock and a torrent of tears--then the memory stopped.
Vegeta backed up across the room, chest heaving, not wanting to believe, and angrier than he had ever been. His blood was on fire and he would not be satisfied until that fucker was dead at his feet. Just as he was about to plan the massacre of the fat tub of lard,he viewed Bulma’s face. Bulma had tears running down her face with no sign of stopping. She was pale and shaking, clenching her fists. Seeing her in such a state shattered his spirit. His power raced around him a an angry tornado and flashed to beyond maximum...to the legendary...to Super Saiyan.
Vegeta knew the transformation had occurred but that was not foremost on his mind, Bulma had that position completely. Faster than the eye can register he was in front of her, teal eyes searching hers silently asking for the truth, all of it. She knew that look and she paled further as the pain of these last months engulfed her.
“I’m so s..sorry, Vegeta. I wasn’t strong enough. I-” Bulma swooned from the stress of having to relive the crushing pain spanning the last year. Vegeta caught her and held her close. Being this close to her gave him a sense of wholeness, as if she were the missing piece to the puzzle of his life.
“You are wrong, Onna. You have strength beyond that of the most seasoned warrior. And you have kept that strength for both of us” He said as he nuzzled her hair taking in her scent. “I do not know why we have such a connection but i will be damned if anything will ever come to harm you again.”
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"....I am glad you enjoyed the training unit my Lord" sympered Zarbon.
"Yes, Zarbon, I am most pleased. Where is my master tech? I would like to congratulate her personally."
"That may prove difficult, my Lord" said Zarbon as he primed his master.
Frieza raised his eyebrows. "Oh", he said slightly annoyed. "and what is more important than an audience with her ruler?"
Zarbon diverted his eyes trying to play coy. "It seems our Bulma has been spending a considerable amount of time with the Prince"
Frieza seemed bored. "Is that all? Zarbon, she can fuck who she pleases as long as my needs are fulfilled.
Zarbon was not to be so easily thwarted. He needed the emperor on his side. "Yes my Lord. I only mention this at all because Princess Grace seems to think the scientist could threaten her position on the thrown".
"She could not possibly think..." Frieza began but caught himself. He could not let her go, especially not to the Saiyans. They would benefit for ages to come from her technology. Not that she could change the balance of power but he did not need these monkeys to be more of a pain in the ass than they already were.
"Come to me, Zarbon. I have a task only you can fulfill". Frieza commanded.
Zarbon celebrated internally. "As you wish" he said and bowed gracefully.
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Bulma did not want to open her eyes. She was so warm and contented. A smile crept across her face as she felt his presence.
"I see you have regained your senses" said a soothing baritone voice.
"Yes. Thank you for seeing to me. I apologize for any...."
"Shh," Vegeta interrupted "you must never think yourself a burden to me. However I did want to venture a question if you are up to it".
"Surely".
"When did we begin to speak telepathically?"
Bulma sat bolt upright. She was so fast she mad herself dizzy. She fell back but was interrupted by Vegeta's chest as his arms encircled her.
"Easy, Onna. It is a simple question. Did I trust you so much as to let you into my mind?" Vegeta pressed
Unbidden, Bulma's mind began to flash memories of them working together on the GU. She closed her eyes as tears welled up.
Vegtwa kissed the top of her head lightly and strikes her hair. Instinctually he knew this would calm her mind and they could continue their silent conversation.
"Onna, do not fear me. It is time we knew each other as we once did." in her mind his voice was firm not threatening. While Bulma didn’t nod, she knew she was beat and offered no resistance for now.
"Did we only work together or were we closer?" he projected. Bulma flinched but was stayed by Vegeta's hand. Stroking her cheek, he saw himself kissing her for the first time. She fit so well against his body and saw himself deepen the kiss. He could still taste her sweet breath. His hold on Bulma tightened as he felt her heartbeat pick up.
Keeping himself in control he went on in her mind. "Were we lovers?" he asked lightly. Bulma wanted to lie but her mind was failing her. She had no defense against his welcome torture.
Warmth spread through his body as he viewed memories of them coupling on blood red sand. He was her first lover. He wanted to be her only lover. Covering her supple body with his own as they rode onto bliss together. Kami, the feeling of being inside her! The scene switched and he saw himself with her in water. They were naked and holding each other close. This time was special. Slowly he was pumping himself inside her. Asking her to be his---bonding?!
A door opened in his own mind as Vegeta remembered his life and his love. Grace had tricked and drugged him into being her slave all the while ruling the planet in his place. He would deal with that bitch later but his first priority was to this woman, his woman.
Vegeta turned Bulma around in his lap to face him. She noticed something changed in his eyes. They seemed wiser--sharper.
"Oh gods, you remember!" she gasped out loud.
"You catch on quickly, my Princess" Vegeta answered.
She threw her arms around her Prince and let her hot tears silently slide down her face. Vegeta held her close and submerged himself in her scent. "Woman," he began as he rubbed her back, "show me. Show me all that has happened to you. I must know if I am to bring those bastards to their knees".
She knew it wasn't a request. The man who knew her better than she knew herself was back and denying him would be a mistake. Bulma slowly placed her forehead onto Vegeta's and started from the time she was kidnapped, through the beatings and rapes by Dodoria, to the weak come-ons by Zarbon...all the while trying to get Vegeta healthy and strong. She did not allow herself to be held down or back. She did as well, he'll even better, than any Saiyan who would have been in a similar situation.
Pride and awe flowed form the Prince to Bulma. He could not have picked a better mate. He could feel Bulma's relief as she unburdened herself. Carrying this load on her own for so long took its toll on her soul, pulling her down. "Worry not, little one. I am here. I am awake, and together we are unbeatable.
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28 Tangled Web
Groggily she turned over on her bed and yawned. She lazily felt for her bed partner but found the his space cold and empty. ‘Damn him!’ she thought with her eyes closed. Grace grimaced as she sat up. Ever since the blue-haired bitch had shown him how weak he’d become, he trained every available hour of every day. It was as if she did not exist --only her---only Bulma. She would catch them in the lab going over schematics or looking across the table and nodding in accord at a secret though they shared. It was sickening and it had to stop. ‘A solid month of no mate, no sex, no lover...I will not take any more!’ she railed angrily to herself.
She threw back the remaining covers and marched to the shower. She was on a mission and she would NOT fail.
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“Computer,” Bulma’’s voice tickled through the air catching Vegeta’s ear. The console answered with a chime, “Status report on Prince Vegeta over the past month.”
The computer scanned the mighty Prince who stood arms folded, feet akimbo, smirking like he was King of the world. Come to think of it, he was, wasn’t he?
“Reporting: Vegeta, Prince of all Sayians. Last session: one night ago. Last ranking: tied for first amongst all Sayians. Last module: Sayian Elite Stage 20. Present day assessment: muscle and speed deterioration have been corrected and improved. Vegeta, Prince of all Sayians can now compete at the Master level.”
“Who the hell is tied with me?” Vegeta growled. He had been working his tail off and all he could get was a tie? He looked forward to the beating he would give the imbicile for even dreaming of being better than his Prince.
Bulma scanned the records quickly. “It seems Turles is still hard at work training just like you. He seems to be stuck on Sayian Elite Stage 19, though. Those Lectoms from planet Cthulhu are some how out thinking him” she smirked. Vegeta caught her gaze and saw the sparkle in her eye. She was proud of him and that in itself nourished his soul. Happiness that he had never known filled his heart and a memory flashed in his mind.
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Grace was furious about being shutout of Vegeta’s life. She snapped at any and all servants or soldiers who crossed her path. It seemed like her plan was falling apart at the seams. Vegeta’s focus was not where it should have been--on her!
Moping though the halls she came face to face with Zarbon. He too was allso feeling quite lonely as Bulma was in the middle of getting the newest training units to Frieza’s Elites. Apparently his Lord was so impressed he ordered one specifically for his use alone. Bulma was becoming more indispensable and closer to the emperor than ever. He had to get her into his bed and under his influence to ensure his own survival.. Spying the grouchy Princess, Zarbon struck up a conversation.
“Morning Highness. Seems you have misplaced your Prince temporarily.”
Grace frowned and looked him over haughtily. “Your charge seems to be eluding your grasp as well” she sniffed
“She is doing what she is tasked to do and Lord Frieza is very pleased.”
Grace was surprised. “Really?” she asked with a smirk. “I was under the impression she was spending her time with the Prince working on his...unit.”
Now it was Zarbon’s turn to stare wide-eyed. He took a step forward and leaned closer to Grace looking to intimidate her. “What would give you cause to entertain such an absurdity, Princess?”
“Well the other night they were both out until dawn...alone...working.” Grace took care to emphasize the word ‘alone’.
Zarbon was stock still and resolute. He refused to believe something fed by this wench’s insecurities. “That could mean they were working, Princess” he said smoothly.
Grace slowly circled like a predetor Zarbon now. “Oh surely that could be the case however working so closely, every night training, whispering, collaborating...” Zarbon wilted as Grace’s point was coming across quite clearly. She stopped in front of him again to view anger and disgust on Zarbon’s face.
“Bulma is working for Frieza” he said forcefully. “Her focus is on the project not the Prince”
Grace shot him a pitiful gaze. “Denial is not attractive on your, Zabon. You saw them that night at the dinner table, while dancing--the looks...he wants her and she him!”
Zarbon bore his teeth at the idea of that lowlife touching what was his. “He will not have her!”
Grace shrugged her shoulders. “You are sure? It seems inevitable to me.”
“I guarantee it.”
“Very well, Good day to you Zarbon” said Grace as she swept down the hall
“Good day, Highness”
‘So easy’ thought Grace.
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He was sitting on this floor holding the heartbroken but very beautiful scientist. He was rocking her and stroking her silky hair with care and concern, His blood boiled with anger for whomever hurt this woman.
Vegeta’s chest was heaving, worrying Bulma. She rushed to his side and put your hand on his forehead. “Vegeta, Vegeta are you alright?” Bulma asked in a concerned whisper. Vegeta opened his eyes to stare into the bluest eyes the heavens had seen fit to bestow upon a sentient being. He caught her hand and pulled her flush against his body. A breath of air whooshed right out of Bulma’’s mouth at being taken by surprise.
Looking into her lovely face he stated “I held you in my arms as you cried due to heartbreak. Who caused you such great pain?” Vegeta asked. Bulma groped for a lie, any plausible excuse so she could get away.
Vegeta felt the tension running through her body. He said firm with her determined to get to the bottom of this connection. “Onna, I asked you a question and I expect the truth from you. You owe me that.”
Bulma was caught and so very guilty. Vegeta’s grip was not giving way any time soon so she might as well tell the truth. She took in a breath and in a steady tone she said “His name is Yamcha.”
Vegeta knew she was telling the truth, there were no tell tail signs of falsehoods this time. “That Ambassador from Earth? Well i have always wanted to throttle him and now is my chance” Vegeta said with a cocked eyebrow.
“No need, Vegeta.”
“And why not? That scar-faced bastard deserves...”
“I know what he deserves...” Bulma interrupted. “ and I gave it to him. The evening I returned was spent paying him back heavily for all the pain he had caused me. Bardock spent the better part of an hour cleaning his blood off my hands” she smirked.
Vegeta’s eyes widened before returning to normal. He could not conceive of this woman beating that loser to a pulp but he could not help but believe it. He put his cheek against hers and rub tenderly.
“Does he still live?”
“Yes, he does.”
“Not for much longer” he said, his hands running up and down her back.
“Vegeta...please...” Bulma replied shakily.
He took his hand and cupped her face. “No one hurts you. I cannot--I will not allow it.” Then a look passed before his face. It was mischievous and sexy all in the same moment.
Looking Bulma in the eye he said “Computer authenticate.”
“Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans authenticated”
“Execute Privacy Command Alpha.”
Bulma’s eyes bugged out of her head. “H-h-how did you learn to do that?”
Vegeta chuckled “Did you not think i would be able to learn by watching you? Onna, I am a quick study. You should know that by now.”
As Vegeta was speaking the doors silently locked and windows covered. Lights dimmed and the acoustical version of “Hotel California” played very softly in the background. Vegeta had grown accustomed to the melody as it was both sensual and dark at the same time.
Bulma was amazed and a bit frightened by all the Prince had accomplished. Even in their past meetings he had never been this adept ---at least not as much as he had shown this evening.
“You see, I knew that i would have you in my arms once more. I had to plan in advance so you could not make a quick escape the next time the truth began to surface. So i manufactured this command so that we would have the time and space to deal with it.”
Bulma winced at the idea of any more truths being revealed now. He wasn’t ready and neither was she. How could she tell him all when she only knew some of what occurred while she was hostage to that bloated monstrosity?
“Vegeta you realize that i made this console so any command you call can be overridden.”
“Not if i changed the master authentication to mine when i started this routine”
Bulma wanted to be impressed but she was starting to get pissed. He changed her master authentication?
“Computer” Bulma called.
“Voice authorization denied” was the response from the console. Her face went from peach to red in no time.
“Let me go so i can get out of here, Vegeta.” She pushed against his chiseled chest to no avail.
He held her face in both hands and stared deep into her eyes. “No, ” he said “not until you tell me all that i wish to know.”
Bulma tried to think but her mind refused to cooperate. Her ability to focus passed the gorgeous man in front of her was utterly destroyed and replaced by the deep depths of his ebony eyes. Bulma opened her mouth to speak but his look spoke volumes. It said ‘Do not insult my intelligence, Onna’. She gulped and broke eye contact trying as hard as she could on the floor rather than to incur the wrath of the persistent Prince.
Vegeta frowned. He had hoped that should would see she was out matched and cooperate. He needed help filling this whole in his mind where true memories should be. And he knew there should be more incredible memories of the two of them together. He was tired of getting half truths and there was only one way to get to the facts he so desperately sought.
Vegeta placed his forehead atop Bulma’s. Without thinking of the consequences he forged on into her mind but her memories were jumbled and dark. Bulma was flinching at the pain of seeing so much so quickly and out of order. It was as if she were hurling the most painful memories at him as a defense. He dodged and darted out of the way but one memory caught him square in the chest.
Bulma was naked and lying on a bed in a darkened room. She used the opulent sheets to cover her shivering form. After searching the room for an exit, she came up empty. Then there appeared a figure. He was large, pink, and knotted from head to toe. Vegeta recognized him right away as Dodoria. The bulbous brute eyed Bulma hungrily and licked his large, chapped, purple lips. He meant to have her and that thought alone mad Vegeta want to vomit on the spot. Dodoria went for Bulma but she evaded him beautifully angering the beast. Finally he fainted to the left but caught her as she tried to escape to the right. He spoke but Vegeta couldn't hear. It was like watching a video communication without sound. But the body language was screaming at him. Dodoria pulled her close and she resisted. Dodoria said of something to her that caused Bulma to spit in his face. What followed was the most horrendous beating Vegeta had ever seen a female endure. At first Bulma had clamped her mouth shut and refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing her screams. But Dodoria keep punching and brutalizing until her mouth hung open, screaming in pain. Her face was black and blue. Her body was spent and wracked with pain. Dodoria chose this moment to inflict the ultimate humiliation on her. He maneuvered her to her knees before him and pulled out his disgusting excuse for a prick. Dodoria smirked and smacked Bulma’s swollen lips with the vile appendage. Bulma tried to resist but was caught in the firm grip of her captor. Dodoria worked her mouth open and entered it with is dick. Bulma nearly gagged as the putrid flesh touched her tongue. Dodoria took control of her had and guided it back and forth at a furious rhythm adding to Bulma’s intense pain. After what seemed like forever Dodoria pulled out of Bulma’s mouth and blew a stickly, slimey load all over Bulma’s abused face. Then he thew her to the floor, kicked her in the stomach for good measure, and pressed a button for medical attention. Bulma fell to the floor in shock and a torrent of tears--then the memory stopped.
Vegeta backed up across the room, chest heaving, not wanting to believe, and angrier than he had ever been. His blood was on fire and he would not be satisfied until that fucker was dead at his feet. Just as he was about to plan the massacre of the fat tub of lard,he viewed Bulma’s face. Bulma had tears running down her face with no sign of stopping. She was pale and shaking, clenching her fists. Seeing her in such a state shattered his spirit. His power raced around him a an angry tornado and flashed to beyond maximum...to the legendary...to Super Saiyan.
Vegeta knew the transformation had occurred but that was not foremost on his mind, Bulma had that position completely. Faster than the eye can register he was in front of her, teal eyes searching hers silently asking for the truth, all of it. She knew that look and she paled further as the pain of these last months engulfed her.
“I’m so s..sorry, Vegeta. I wasn’t strong enough. I-” Bulma swooned from the stress of having to relive the crushing pain spanning the last year. Vegeta caught her and held her close. Being this close to her gave him a sense of wholeness, as if she were the missing piece to the puzzle of his life.
“You are wrong, Onna. You have strength beyond that of the most seasoned warrior. And you have kept that strength for both of us” He said as he nuzzled her hair taking in her scent. “I do not know why we have such a connection but i will be damned if anything will ever come to harm you again.”
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"....I am glad you enjoyed the training unit my Lord" sympered Zarbon.
"Yes, Zarbon, I am most pleased. Where is my master tech? I would like to congratulate her personally."
"That may prove difficult, my Lord" said Zarbon as he primed his master.
Frieza raised his eyebrows. "Oh", he said slightly annoyed. "and what is more important than an audience with her ruler?"
Zarbon diverted his eyes trying to play coy. "It seems our Bulma has been spending a considerable amount of time with the Prince"
Frieza seemed bored. "Is that all? Zarbon, she can fuck who she pleases as long as my needs are fulfilled.
Zarbon was not to be so easily thwarted. He needed the emperor on his side. "Yes my Lord. I only mention this at all because Princess Grace seems to think the scientist could threaten her position on the thrown".
"She could not possibly think..." Frieza began but caught himself. He could not let her go, especially not to the Saiyans. They would benefit for ages to come from her technology. Not that she could change the balance of power but he did not need these monkeys to be more of a pain in the ass than they already were.
"Come to me, Zarbon. I have a task only you can fulfill". Frieza commanded.
Zarbon celebrated internally. "As you wish" he said and bowed gracefully.
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Bulma did not want to open her eyes. She was so warm and contented. A smile crept across her face as she felt his presence.
"I see you have regained your senses" said a soothing baritone voice.
"Yes. Thank you for seeing to me. I apologize for any...."
"Shh," Vegeta interrupted "you must never think yourself a burden to me. However I did want to venture a question if you are up to it".
"Surely".
"When did we begin to speak telepathically?"
Bulma sat bolt upright. She was so fast she mad herself dizzy. She fell back but was interrupted by Vegeta's chest as his arms encircled her.
"Easy, Onna. It is a simple question. Did I trust you so much as to let you into my mind?" Vegeta pressed
Unbidden, Bulma's mind began to flash memories of them working together on the GU. She closed her eyes as tears welled up.
Vegtwa kissed the top of her head lightly and strikes her hair. Instinctually he knew this would calm her mind and they could continue their silent conversation.
"Onna, do not fear me. It is time we knew each other as we once did." in her mind his voice was firm not threatening. While Bulma didn’t nod, she knew she was beat and offered no resistance for now.
"Did we only work together or were we closer?" he projected. Bulma flinched but was stayed by Vegeta's hand. Stroking her cheek, he saw himself kissing her for the first time. She fit so well against his body and saw himself deepen the kiss. He could still taste her sweet breath. His hold on Bulma tightened as he felt her heartbeat pick up.
Keeping himself in control he went on in her mind. "Were we lovers?" he asked lightly. Bulma wanted to lie but her mind was failing her. She had no defense against his welcome torture.
Warmth spread through his body as he viewed memories of them coupling on blood red sand. He was her first lover. He wanted to be her only lover. Covering her supple body with his own as they rode onto bliss together. Kami, the feeling of being inside her! The scene switched and he saw himself with her in water. They were naked and holding each other close. This time was special. Slowly he was pumping himself inside her. Asking her to be his---bonding?!
A door opened in his own mind as Vegeta remembered his life and his love. Grace had tricked and drugged him into being her slave all the while ruling the planet in his place. He would deal with that bitch later but his first priority was to this woman, his woman.
Vegeta turned Bulma around in his lap to face him. She noticed something changed in his eyes. They seemed wiser--sharper.
"Oh gods, you remember!" she gasped out loud.
"You catch on quickly, my Princess" Vegeta answered.
She threw her arms around her Prince and let her hot tears silently slide down her face. Vegeta held her close and submerged himself in her scent. "Woman," he began as he rubbed her back, "show me. Show me all that has happened to you. I must know if I am to bring those bastards to their knees".
She knew it wasn't a request. The man who knew her better than she knew herself was back and denying him would be a mistake. Bulma slowly placed her forehead onto Vegeta's and started from the time she was kidnapped, through the beatings and rapes by Dodoria, to the weak come-ons by Zarbon...all the while trying to get Vegeta healthy and strong. She did not allow herself to be held down or back. She did as well, he'll even better, than any Saiyan who would have been in a similar situation.
Pride and awe flowed form the Prince to Bulma. He could not have picked a better mate. He could feel Bulma's relief as she unburdened herself. Carrying this load on her own for so long took its toll on her soul, pulling her down. "Worry not, little one. I am here. I am awake, and together we are unbeatable.
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