Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Entrapped ❯ Entrapped On Your Worries ( Chapter 3 )

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““……………”” Saiyin dialect

“………………”English language

Entrapped Chapter Three: Slaves What Are Your Worries?

“Vegeta, would you have killed me?” The rays of the sun complemented Bulma's blue eyes. Looking to Vegeta for an escape.

“Woman you are an imbecile.” Vegeta laughed it off and signal her to move towards the ship. Bulma will have to heed to his words now more than ever. The Saiyins Dominion is boiling for her head, on her mistake. Why was Vegeta torturing her? And why was he helping her? The time seemed perpetual since her feet kissed the earthen ground. Soon who ever resides on Earth is as good as dead. She'll have to thank Vegeta for stopping on Earth.

The Saiyins would fortunate catch up and Vegeta will humbly give Bulma to the lions. Vegeta stepped to the ship and stomped on the gripped steps. “Woman!” His voice is colder than earlier. Bulma turned away from the shambled grounds she knew as home to the palace full amenities for a queen. Empty spirited lies, deals with devils, and alliances with angels with keys to the back door is what the ship held. Bulma was somewhere in-between. The ship shaped like a fantasy three-leaf clover of the royal King Vegeta white, yellow, and black.

“White like the purest lamb as a front, yellow he has no real backing of royalty when he is merely a pawn, and black it's rumored that he's only bleed once and it was cold black.” She switched her body to the ship and closed the hatch till both sides locked. The ship will take another journey yet again as it lifted off out of Earth's atmosphere. Bulma ran passed a group of men into Vegeta's room practically snatching the door off the slide. In Vegeta's room is a canopy of his father's royal colors. The sheets are woven with the finest Saiyin fabric. His crest stitched in the middle with spiraling designs. His room had a landscape window Bulma pressed her face into the glass.

“Goodbye Earth.” A tear stretched from Bulma's eyes to her chin then they puddle on the windowpane. “Goodbye Earth…” The door made its sliding noise and the strong steps try to whisper on the cold Saiyin metal. “So are you ready for story time?” She went to clear the tears fast.

“I guess I have to. Did anyone see you?” There was a light silence shared by both onyx and blue. “They're going to have my head for this, I hope you know this.” Bulma put her palm against the window trying to touch the Earth below them; her attention soon caught by the florescent stars that never cease to amaze her.

“You were suppose to move them to their corridors, your fault.” Bulma wanted to rip his face off, but remembered that's how they got here in the first place.

“Your fault you were to use your clever human skills and get in here undetected.” He lies on the sheets that hover about a foot off the ground. “Come on I have to hear your side of the story and stop crying. It doesn't fit you.”

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While Bulma slept the foreign man's dagger skid pass the side of her stomach. Her blood appeared like magic then trickled to the cement. He put his hand under the sliced skin to stop the bleeding. Instantaneously the wound healed up. Looking to his hand soaked in the concentrated crimson in the palm of his hand. Her future was clear; she'd lead the revolution for the fall of the Dominion. He created a ki ball and watched the blood dissipate with intentions to kill Bulma. Another vision hit him the Dominion on fire and the assassination of King and Prince Vegeta. His prophetic soul tore him in two. Waving his hand over her face to wake her. He left the body were she lay and flew away nothing came to him, no remnant of her blood is left on his hand `maybe the future was better not knowing this time around' Bardock thought to himself.

She woke and defended her partially clothed body with the fetal position formation. When she noticed no one was there she picked her body off the rubble and ran. Her white shirt in shreds with a quick motion she ripped the reminiscence of her once favorite top. Bulma knew that she was going to encounter another alien, so she has to keep running. “They won't catch me.” Her stride becoming less with every stiffening stroke till her dramatic stop; out of breath and nowhere to go. She ended up at the same spot where Goku dropped her off. On the grassy patch Bulma scraps for breath. A shuddering wind made Bulma look to destruction. A fiery tornado surrounds a park where the local children played.

An alien again drifting in the air he was bald though with the same tail. He had a subject of women tucked underneath his large arm he was on his way to collect her. Bulma did not detest. He put her under his arm and flew off. He flew like Goku and Bulma's eyes were still open a nauseous sensation overcame her, she wanted to throw her organs up. Survival felt like it was a toll on her life. She felt the other women breathing heavily and their feet flopping in the wind.

““Headquarters this is MALX Nappa four.”” Seemed he was speaking to himself, but it was a wireless patch under the lining of his body armor. ““I have four girls I'll like to ring out.”” Speaking in the only tongue he knew. ““I'm taking them to the Prince's ship.”” Nappa's normal volume level was slightly lower than a holler.

““Nappa bring it home your done. As to all of MALX squads in 110 through 945 get back to the Prince's ship we have what we wanted.””

““Is that so?”” Another voice popped in the play.

““Yes, now get to the ship.””

““Roger.”” Nappa changed course and cruised out to his home.

In the ship is a stone lair full of 50 whores and virgins in waiting. Bulma was amongst these ladies cornered by the four walls. All these girls were captured today by the men they call Monkey Likes. They said to capture 50,000 humans today and they were going to hunt for human flesh tomorrow and bring them back to the ship, but the girls didn't know if they were the only humans on the ship. The Saiyin dialect is hard to follow. The door is dungeon shaped with thick bones as the bars. Inscribed in the door is some of their written language. Being in this wet place made the girls' skin crawl most were crying and the few that weren't were soothing the other girls' pain away. Bulma refused to talk and she kept to herself.

“Well I have no problem being a bed-warmer for anyone.” One arrogant girl spat.

“It's the principle that they are enslaving us to be their “bed-warmers” and if we don't we're dead.” A girl with short auburn hair cries to the insensitive girl. The light of hope in the burrow of soon-to-be-harlots is dimming fast. Girls letting other girls destroy their expectations only to boost theirs. The door opened to three alien warriors; one sported the baldhead and is inhumanly large with muscles, another a bit gaunt with hair streaming every which way, and the last, short, with his hair slicked to his side. Bulma noticed the bald one was the one who captured her and took to the nearest corner.

““Nappa which ones are yours.”” The scrawny one looked for his as well but want to wait. The girls saw this and sighed with relief.

““I had about five or four I think. One had yellow hair and one had sunsets' hair. Did you see they only have one sun?”” Both men shook their heads, as one of the top Saiyins was one of the dumbest. ““I had one with blue hair and a black haired, she looks like a Saiyin. This is going to be fun.”” Looking around for his ladies he has even forgot how some looked.

““Nappa here's a yellow!”” The short one grabbed hold of a blonde chick by the wrist she struggled to slip his grasp. She gave out a yelping sound when her wrist began to crack.

““Not her.”” The short alien threw her down on top of some other girls. Nappa grabbed a “yellow haired” girl and flung her outside the door. Bulma saw this and to avoid getting the same treatment she walked out the dungeon. Nappa's blacked haired girl and the girl with orange hair do the same. “Well I have mine.” He messed with the lock and fastened it until next time. As the men took the girls to the undisclosed location the black haired ran for it and soon she was down by a ki ball. Bulma stood in shock; she was going to make a run also. They left the girl smoking in the hall the stench of a dead body had the sense of taste thrown out of whack.

The door to the run slid open and what they entered is so glamorous; it couldn't be human. The extremely large bed floated and it had a variation of colors like white, yellow, and black. Alien plants growing on the walls. Levels holding important alien material, floating, and slowly moving about.

““Girls for now on you belong to me. Okay lets get started.”” The girls couldn't understand the bald man in his native tongue. They knew what it was all about.

“What?” Bulma asked the two warriors. She waited to see how they would respond. “What?” Bulma asked once more. Nappa took a quick glance to both of his accomplices. “They don't know English.” Bulma had a trembling smile painted on her face, but she didn't know the result of her actions. Which could put all the girls in danger.

“Yeah but we can't understand them.” The blonde responded back. The girl with the orange color hair was standing behind Bulma and the blonde.

“What's your name?” Bulma asked out of curiosity. The blonde had a longer nose framed by a pair of green eyes and thin lips. Her face had all but one imperfection a small scar on the crevasse on her cheek were the nose met.

“Janna.” The blonde answered. They turned and looked at the other girl. “What's your name?''

“Why does it matter?”

“Okay attitude! Well my name's Bulma.” The three Saiyin men observed the girls deciding which one should he have first. Nappa knew which one.

The quite one in the back the “sunsets” haired girl is what he called her. Nappa had a crippling stare as he stepped to her; she wanted to resist, but remembered what happened to the girl with black hair. He came to her as the two girls part. Nappa pulls her by her arm to the floating bed. Nappa in a split second he changed his mind. He threw the “sunsets” girl away from the bed he got up once more and walks to the pair of human women. He reached for Bulma but she snatched her arm back.

“Don't you fucking touch me, Bastard!” Bulma demanded screaming at the bald man. Nappa took her and threw her on the bed. Suddenly the door slid open revealing a man that'll change the story of tricks to a story of willfully deceiving your enemy.

““What are doing in my room?”” The short spiky haired man, huffed out. “You have your own room to have your times.”

““Vegeta I can't take all three girls in my room there's not enough space.”” Nappa sighed eager to get Vegeta's approval.

““Are you kidding me Nappa get rid of those two idiots.”” Vegeta pointed to the other Saiyin warriors. “If I were you I'd fit all three girls on my bed at the same time.”

““Vegeta look at your bed.”” Vegeta looked over onto his bed where the scruff Bulma laid on her back. ““Your bed is huge.”” A lustful heat hit Vegeta's stomach. ““Now if you had what I had you wouldn't manage.”” Vegeta glanced over at the other girls in disgust one in front of him and the one sprawled on the ground next to bed.

““Give me her.”” Vegeta pointed to Bulma on the bed. Nappa angered by this and fumes come busting out of his ears.

““Vegeta I wanted her come on now.”” Bulma got on all fours and tries to make a run for it but Vegeta threw her a ki ball an intentionally misses her. Not even looking he knew he missed her. She stopped and cannot did not take another step.

““I want her.”” Vegeta made clear he wanted Bulma.

““Look there is thousands of girls down there. I got them, Vegeta sorry but you can't have her.”” Nappa moaned like a child as if she were a toy at playtime.

““I can't?”” Vegeta lifted his eyebrow as his authority was being tested. ““She was on my bed, she mine now, I want her. I can get all three of you arrested for treachery.””

““How Vegeta?””

““You're in my room, leave her and get these others out of my sight.”” The warriors looked to Nappa and grabbed the other women out of Vegeta's room. ““Why are you still here?””

““Vegeta I can't leave her to you, she's mine.””

““Nappa look here, can you say treachery.”” Bulma didn't understand them a thought it'll be better if she went with Nappa. She kind of caught on to what they were fighting about.

“Listen here you can't fucking have me.” Bulma points to Vegeta. Vegeta tilts his head wondering why she spoke out of turn. “And you sure as hell can't have me.” She said pointing to Nappa. “So let me the hell out of here so I can be on my fucking way. Bitches!” Seeming that she forgot about the ki ball from earlier.

“Why can't I have you?” Vegeta spoke in English clearer then day. The shorter alien knew English unlike his bozo allies. Bulma's mouth dropped to the floor she thought it was cool to talk to these men any way she pleased. “The way you use you native tongue is very colorful. I can deal with you.”

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“I didn't say anything like that.” Vegeta smiled on his bed. “By looking at you I knew your tongue needed to be snipped off.”

Bulma was still holding on to the window. “Vegeta thank you.” Even though she wanted to keep the tears to herself. They streamed down her cheek and now her red nose was getting the best of her.

“For what?”

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday…” Remembering the way family and friends gathered around her to wish her a happy birthday. It hit her heart that she got to see home on this special day. “…Dear Bulma, happy birthday to you.” She looked back to Vegeta showing off her tears. “Thank you.” She'll miss Earth forever.

End Chapter Three: Slaves What Are Your Worries?

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