Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Crimes of Passion ❯ Listen to Me ( Chapter 2 )

Thanks to you who read the first chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Here is the next chapter. Enjoy.

manawolf: thanks for your kind review. I have a really big soft spot for Radditz, too, so look for that in future chapters o.~

Chapter 2: Listen to Me

Kakarot carried Bulma into the Prince's room and set her down on the bed. She was shivering, so he pulled the blankets over her. Suddenly, she snapped to reality and realized she was in bed with Kakarot above her. Instantly overcome with fear, she cowered back and on the bed and pulled the cover to her chin.

"W-what are you going to do to me?" she panicked.

Kakarot softly laughed. He reached down to touch her face, but she protectively pulled the covers over her head. "Don't worry, miss. You can come out. I promise I wont hurt you." He shyly pulled the covers down off her face. "There, that's better." He smiled genuinely at her.

"Where am I?"

"You are in the royal bedroom. I brought you here so you can get cleaned up." She slightly cringed at the word bedroom, having remembered her supposed purpose in the first place. "Here," he helped her up from the bed and led her into the bathroom. "Let's get you into the shower. I'll have some clothes laid out for you when you get out." He turned to leave the room, giving her privacy to clean herself.

Bulma turned the water on in the shower and slowly crept in. The water was very warm and calming. She contemplated her situation.

'Why am I here? They can't really mean to use me for a concubine, can they? I know saiyans are ruthless animals, but would they resort to rape? Kakarot seems so nice. But then again, there is that baka prince.' She frowned at the memory of the arrogant man.

She turned off the water and found a towel to dry herself off. She wrapped the towel around herself and strolled out to the room.

Seeing that Kakarot had not left the room, she jumped back a little. The saiyan quickly got up from the chair he was sitting on.

"Umm, do you have to be in here?"

"I don't think that it's a good idea for you to be left alone. Many people have found out about your presence and they might come and seek out such a pretty…" he stopped himself and slightly blushed at his confession.

Bulma's cheeks turned red at his comment. They stood with an awkward silence for a moment, before it was interrupted with a slamming of the door. Vegeta stood at the door, arms crossed; a harsh frown decorated his face.

He caught the sight of his flushed guard and the blushing woman, donning only a towel and was infuriated.

"Uh…my prince," Kakarot nervously bowed. "I was just…"

"Leaving," the short man interrupted. The guard hastily made for the door, leaving his prince and the beautiful woman alone.

Bulma felt the Prince's eyes penetrating her own. She looked in the deep black coals for any signs of emotion, but was met with a psychological brick wall.

Vegeta growled at her and backed her towards a chair. "Sit," he demanded. Obediently, she shot down, her towel nearly coming off, and waited to hear what he had to say.

"Now then," he started, "I came to see how you were adapting, but instead, I witness you and that third class buffoon, quite engrossed in the fact that you were clad in nothing but a bath towel." She started to reply, but he extended his hand, motioning for her to stop. "However, I am not a cruel man. I will let it slide this once." He narrowed his eyes at her. "I will not tolerate a repeat."

She fearfully let her gaze fall on his heaving chest. 'Why does it bother him so? Why should he care? Well, he is a saiyan. I suppose it's just possessiveness, after all, I was given to him-' She cut her thoughts off at the memory of why she was here. Trepidation shown through her aqua eyes as she spoke to him. "Please don't hurt me, sir." Her body shook at the thought of him defiling her body as he was originally intended to do. He frowned at her sudden apprehension as well as the assumption against his honor.

"I have no desire to rape you, if that's what you were insinuating." She relaxed faintly. "However, this does not mean I will treat you as you were not my slave, for that is indeed what you are. And if you should ever forget that reality, I will be more than happy to refresh your memory." Her back went rigid at his threat, but she managed to keep a calm look about her face.

'What am I going to do?' she thought to herself. 'If I were on Chikyuu, I could use my scientific knowledge and…' Suddenly, she sat up with new determination. The Prince was slightly shocked, if not amused, by her newfound courage.

"My Prince," she said sweetly, "If I may, I think I might be best to serve you Lord, with my scientific familiarity. I am quite proficient in medicine, engineering, weaponry…" Vegeta raised his hand to stop her before she could finish her obvious plea.

"Now, now, now. How am I to believe that you are not lying just to save your own head?"

"I would not lie. My father, Dr. Breifs…"

"Briefs?" Vegeta had indeed heard of Briefs and his many inventions, including the renovating encapsulation. "If you are really who you claim to be, I may consider allowing you to work in the science lab." To his amusement, she crossed her arms and slightly 'hmphed.' He laughed lowly and turned to walk out of the room. "Until then," he called from the doorway, "I suggest you get comfortable, because you will be here awhile." With that, he walked out, leaving a disheartened Bulma alone to her thoughts.

Nappa stood over the small woman who was obediently kneeling with her head down. An evil smirk crept across his face. He reached down to pet her hair, and was pleased when she cowered down.

"Stand up, woman." She complied, slowly raising to her feet, keeping her gaze towards the floor. He stepped back, taking in the sight before him.

She was a small framed woman, so fragile looking. Her long ebony locks bore that of a saiyan resemblance. He had her dressed in a short, revealing, silk dress which perfectly accented her slender legs and ample chest. Her toned body was slightly tanned, a perfect shade of bronze.

'How easily she surrendered herself to me,' he thought amusingly. A slight chuckle left his lips. 'As well all females should when in the presence of such a masculine figure.'

"That is such a fine piece of garment you wear, woman." He traced a line up her chest to the neck of the dress. With a growl, he ripped the costume from her trembling body. He groaned at the sight of her near naked body, shaking in fear and anticipation. "I hope you're ready for me, little one," he huskily whispered against her neck, as he took her for himself.

Sorry to those who might want a more "detailed" description of Nappa and Kikiri. There will be lemony goodness in other chapters, I just couldn't bring myself to write about *shudders* Nappa (hehe). Although, if anyone really wants it, I'll be happy to email you a revised version. Just let me know. Hope you all enjoyed it anyways. Please review ^_^

Next chapter: Bulma makes some friends.