Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Entrapped ❯ Entrapped On What Is ( Chapter 5 )
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Chapter Five: Entrapped On What Is
“Vegeta?” Bulma rested her head against her palm. She glanced at the gages in Vegeta's native language. “She's right we're very low on fuel.” Bulma sighed. “And here we are I thought we'd make it an escape the Queen's clutches. Vegeta days like this are beautiful.” Vegeta looked at her and averted his attention to the crew he sensed running into control center. Bulma looked to him and shook her head no. How powerful for an earthly woman to tell the Saiyan Prince no, the price took note of this and he made his decision with what to do with Bulma.
““Sire.”” An overweight Saiyan waited in the door with the rest of the crew. They turned their attention to Bulma.
““No disrespect Sire but why is she here?”” A taller Saiyan with droopy eyes and a fleshy pink tinted skin asked; the crew knew Bulma could understand them yet they spoke in their own dialect as if she hadn't learned the language.
““So she won't be killed.”” Vegeta answered the obvious as like they were simpletons.
““That's why we were swept in this pointless mission? Was it to save this human woman!?”” The same Saiyan spoke out as the crowd gathered to shut his mouth. ““She was sent to her death because she tried to… kill you and …she killed your father, our king. This human!”” Bulma pinned her mouth closed she was guilt for both crimes. Bulma secured the sheets around her armpits.
““Be glad she has a way to persuade me because you all would have been killed.”” He turned away from the MALX and turned back to Bulma. ““I'll look for the Hidden Fields.””
““My prince you'd put her higher than your kind.””
Bulma kept her mouth closed and let the man overpower her again and again. For the most part he kept his clothes off and hardly kept them on, this was once and a blue moon; he kept his clothes on.
She was always in a daze the last few days felt like months with no end. This daze made her fall deaf and made her throat dry. Bulma's tongue felt heavy. She looked up to the Saiyan as he meditated on his floating bed. After the little stunt he pulled Bulma hardly said a word to him, but he always kept saying things to provoke her. “Slave.”
Bulma made the corner her home for now. She diverted stare at the floating bed; wondering what made it float. "Slave." She turned her head back to Vegeta. Her eyes filled with solitude those big eyes weren't as blue; they had a yellow spread headed towards her pupils. She held back on a cough and a series of coughing fits plagued her body. Vegeta came her way in a rush she blacked out. "Slave." He picked her up off the floor and flew to the clinic a ways down the hall.
In the clinic was a young Saiyan woman yet she was a bit older than Vegeta. She is very short and petite. She had on a yellow one-armed sleeved shirt and to match it a yellow skirt that billowed out a little past her knees. She is a lot younger than she looks. She has premature gray hair that hid her youth. The hair shimmered sliver and clusters of it adorn her face. Pieces of hair fell in front of the beauty mark under the side of her left eye.
The clinic had many hidden compartments. The color was this faded off-white. There were seven slabs of some type of Saiyan metal in the middle of the room and a regeneration tank on the wall.
The Saiyan woman turned her head to Vegeta as h e put Bulma on a metal slab. ““Vegeta is she a human? Get rid of her.”” She came across very cold towards the Prince.
““I'm not going to put up with your foolishness! Fix it or it's your life!””
““Why has the Saiyan Prince fallen for her?””
““No I have no interest with this woman. I need her alive.””
““May I ask why?””
““No.”” She rolled her eyes and looked at the motionless girl. She peeled Bulma's eyes up and knew the problem right away.
““It's Kitex; have her drink a bottle Dual. I have some here.”” She reached down into a hidden compartment behind the slab. ““She… never mind...””
““What happened?””
““I have to go down to the chambers. If this is happening to her then it's surely happening to all the Earthlings.”” She placed the bottle of Dual by Bulma's leg. Vegeta had that `you better explain to me what's going on' look in his eyes. The woman physician sighed. ““They are not immune to the Saiyan environment. We thought that they were immune to us because we are immune to them. Vegeta we can't land this ship today; for our peoples safety we can't.””
““Hurry then, I don't have time to be floating in our atmosphere because the humans are sick. If that's the case we should vaporize all of them.”
““Even her?””
““All the humans in the chambers.””
““Prince Vegeta just because you are addressed a prince doesn't mean a thing.”” His dark eyes jetted straight to her onyx eyes. ““Remember your place.””
““Woman you are under oath and your life is sworn to protect and respect this ship. I am this ship, find some courtesy and respect me. We might have come from the same blood line, but you remember you are only a cousin.”” The older Saiyan stayed quiet keeping her tongue sealed behind her lips. ““I can take her to my quarters now?”” She rolled her eyes and nodded her head keeping her mouth shut. ““I should crush your skull for being disrespectful.”” The silver Saiyan huffed and blew out hot air.
As Vegeta picked up Bulma he noticed the numerous Dual bottles his kin threw on the metallic Saiyan flooring.
In Vegeta's room
“Slave.” Vegeta laid her into his bed and place the bottle of dual next to her. “You need to be awake to take this stuff.” Vegeta shook her and she still did not wake. “Slave.” Now frustrated Vegeta opens the clear bottle and opens Bulma's mouth. He pressed down on her tongue and then poured the odorless solution in her mouth. Using his other hand he guided it down to her stomach using his ki. Not a drop spilled into her lungs.
Vegeta closed the bottle and looked down to his sex slave. Bulma still didn't move. ““She lied!”” Vegeta said enraged. Then the medical woman stepped into his room. ““You lied; you told me Dual fights off Kitex.”” Vegeta yelled impatiently.
““Vegeta, Dual works she'll be in good health; give her some time. Twenty minutes, give it approximately twenty minutes.”” She walked out the door. She stood in front of his door. ““Don't attach yourself to her.”” The white haired Saiyan slowly walked down to the chambers to give the other earthlings Dual to cure their fresh ailment.
Vegeta left the side of his bed and walked around his room. He stopped to look outside to see his planet. They were so close to home. Vegeta then dragged his feet passed his bed, the door to his room, he found himself in the heart of the ship. The director of the ship had short spiky Saiyan hair. Vegeta walked passed him too and typed in another site. The controller didn't make inquiries to Vegeta's sudden change he wasn't authorized to.
““Call the other ships tell them the humans are dying from Kitex.””
““Sire!”” The director of the ship type in a code into the panel of computers and suddenly he had the other four ships online. ““The humans are dying from Kitex.”” The director warned. ““Let your onboard physician know right away.”” Vegeta left the control room to his room. He didn't expect for Bulma to still be in his bed. He walked around his bed and took Bulma's corner. There he didn't find comfort but the Saiyan floor was unbearably cold. He got up and pace the floor once again. Soon he sat down in Bulma's corner once again. Vegeta put his hands between his thighs to.
Vegeta waited there until she moved. It almost felt like he was drifting in and out of sleep. It was as if his body was going to shut down. He hadn't trained in awhile and has never felt the urge to. Impulsively stopping like he did was eating at his body. Suddenly Vegeta felt a rustling over to the side. Bulma threw herself from Vegeta's bed. “What are you doing in my corner?” Her eyes were back to their normal blue.
“It's my room I'll sit where I please.”
“Why am I hot?” She asked herself aloud.
“Don't worry about it. It's only the ambiance control.” Vegeta lied. “We'll be landing soon. I'll have to warn you that my planet is nothing like Earth.” Both Vegeta and Bulma went to their respective spots letting their shoulders crash as they passed each other.
“Are you really going to sell me to a merchant or something? I figure barbarians would sell their property. You should sell me.”
“Yeah! A bright idea.” He said in a laughed. “The shipped is on a short detour. I'll be home soon.” Vegeta looked to the landscaping window of the heavens.
“I wish I can say the same.” Vegeta left his room yet again. Bulma wanted to see what his planet looked like. The ship felt like it moved slowly, but Bulma knew better. A large ginger glow was all she saw next the constellations surrounding. Everywhere stars, stars, and stars. Underneath the ginger glow blanketed some sort of purple essence. It looked like water. The planet was large and Bulma couldn't understand why she wasn't enjoying this site. Vegeta came in abruptly like he was angry. Bulma didn't flinch she stayed constant.
““I will not miss my own parade.””
“What?” Bulma turned away from the window to the entity that broke her concentration.
“I wasn't talking to you.” Vegeta snapped. “If I was to direct anything to you it wouldn't be in my tongue.” Vegeta smiled as he walked towards the woman who was staring back at his planet.
“What's eating you?” Bulma asked.
Vegeta lifted his eyebrow. “Well it sounds inviting but I'm not in the mood.” Bulma eyes grew large and she felt offended. “I understand it's your job but if you're egger I'm willing.” Vegeta kept his smile it was the first time Bulma has ever seen him smile. Seeing this Bulma calmed and pretended like she said nothing.
Vegeta hit his bed once again. Bulma swore that the man slept, had sex, walked around the ship, and he did most of it without clothes. She never saw him eat or even speak to he other aliens except went he argued with the other alien. “What is your planet like?”
“You'll see it's nothing like the defenseless planet you lived on.”
“You have no idea what you've done to me. I'll make sure you sufferer like you made me suffer.”
“I don't think it's that bad.”
Bulma looked down to her stomach and her eyes fell on Vegeta. “I haven't eaten anything since I got here.”
“We don't carry food on this ship. I think your planet would call it a fast. You have nothing to worry about once I sell you off to the merchant you can eat all you want.”
“What if I don't want to be sold by a merchant?”
“Too bad you suggested it.”
“What's your name?”
“Master.”
“Yeah right I'll never stoop so low as to call you Master. I don't recall you telling me your name.”
“You won't because I don't want you to know my name. I could care less if I knew yours. You'll find my name is nothing special, though I do share the name with two other people. My name in your language would be magnificent.”
“You're conceited anyone to say their name means magnificent has a miniature penis.”
“Slave you know better." A beeping sound and a yellow light whispered on Vegeta's door. ""Well I can land my ship."" Vegeta smiled and closed his eyes. "Listen here when you I send you to the merchant I need you to you to be on your best behavior. I don't feel like killing anyone.”
“You won't kill me.”
“You're right I'm not going to kill you; I'll kill the whole bazaar so I can sell you. I did say what an amazing idea that was. Maybe if all of the Earthings thought like you most of them would still be alive. No not really.”
“You're evil.”
“Thank you I'm glad you noticed.” Vegeta left his bed once again. “I have to cut this conversation short.” He left his room and Bulma stayed looking in to space. A sense of nostalgia whiffed in front of her as a shooting star proclaimed its space. It gave off a glimmering stream of hope Bulma didn't believe in. The shooting star reminded her of Goku. “If what Goku said was true then that means that smile…” She remembered how he used to look into Chi Chi's eyes. Bulma remember how envious her heart turned. “…If Goku knew about this does that mean that he is tied to this jerk off.” Bulma sighed and the star was gone. Whether Bulma knew it or not she was supposed to wish instead of vent.
Vegeta walked through the halls of his ship aimlessly. He felt he had no significant reason to keep his ship above Vegeta any longer. Dead in his tracks Vegeta performs a 180 and heads to the control deck yet again. Passed the ominous doors stood Vegeta's cousin. ““Woman you are not authorized.”” Suddenly Vegeta's hands burst into flames.
““Listen here Vegeta…”” Vegeta planned on putting the fear of God in her which only made her blood stir with more anger. ““Prince Vegeta we CAN NOT land the ship now.””
““Do you understand what's happening? They are calling my name down there…my people are chanting my name.””
““You can wait?”” She approached the instrument as if it was set on fire.
““No. I dare you touch this control panel. We are going in now!”” Vegeta's hand was still on fire from his ki ball.
““You imbecile…I can't …”” The silver Saiyan left in an uproar. Vegeta changed the coordinates back to his original plan. ““Vegeta why are you doing this?””
Vegeta put on his clothes an awaited for his ship to land. He shook impatiently and wanted to be on Saiyan soil. It was time that he subsisted from the dilapidated destruction he skillful created. His cousin was in a rampage and he could hear her foul tongue. He only laughed; it was he who would have his way at the end of the day. The ship landed in Liberty Harbor; it was close to some local trading booths. The bazaar the prince came to the liking to this square called Kabbagi. Most outside merchants would sell their second-rate products here. Saiyans would likely sell in the city; and travelers and buyers would come here. Vegeta took in all the sand that arid feel as he forced the poor blue soul-less woman to her fate as a full time bed warmer. He made her clothe in a woolly burlap sack like hoodie.
“Now listen here I need you to stay quiet as I make this deal. Can you, no you WILL shut your mouth!”
“Great you're selling me off what am I worth to you, you mangy mutt?”
“You'll sell fast and I'll get top-dollar for you.” Vegeta ranted with a smirk. “Keep your mouth shut! He doesn't like the female species. He's actually pronounced a male chauvinist and he is proud to have skinned a few women.” Vegeta entered the hut with Bulma in chains. Bulma remained silent as she caught a glimpse of her buyer. It was as short fat Saiyan with a beard. He was missing a bottom tooth and he had only three teeth at the top.
““Prince of the Dominion what do you for me today.””
““I'm selling her off and I want 50 scelts for her.””
““20 scelts a woman, Prince a woman.”” The overweight Saiyan slurred which made Vegeta upset that he even entered this part of the planet.
““60.””
““What? You can't force me to pay that for her! I'm overfilled with girls. I can trade you for one of my best girls for her.””
““If I give her to you for 20 then you'll sell her for 600 scelts, no. Pay for her or I'll go to Turles.””
““Now Turles will not pay 60 scelts for a girl…””
““But she has a different look. Here her hair is blue.”” Vegeta snatched Bulma's hood down to reveal her light blue hair. ””He'll pay to have something different, Nutria. You'll beat out the competition with her.””
““Did you get her on that small planet you just invaded…?”” He asked. Bulma couldn't help but look at the state of his shop. It was crummy with no inside light as she was so accustomed to on Earth.
““Take her or leave her.””
““Prince this is a delight that you can to me first but I have no need for female, an outside female. Can she even speak our tongue?””
““I'll take that as a no.”” Vegeta sighed then he looked to Bulma. “Let's go!” He said unfazed.
“Where are we going?” Bulma cried out. The shop owner took one more look at her. “He doesn't want you. I'm going to take you were you'll be appreciated.” He turned back to the old merchant. ““Old man, are you sure? I'll keep her for myself.””
““Go ahead then.”” Vegeta covered Bulma's head with the dusty wool like clothe. He led Bulma down a straight path then turned to Turles shop. He knew Turles and Nutria were in competition. He stopped in front of the shop.
“Now I need you to work your…charm on him. So smile life isn't that bad."
“Why?”
“Woman it's not like aliens destroyed your planet!” Vegeta eyes were budging out of his head. She hated that she was weaker than him, if it weren't for his strength she would've snatched his face off.
"Why do I need to do this for you?"
"This is for you. You are anyone's game if I take you to my palace. There are loop holes and I'm bound to find one. Will you corporate?"
"Maybe?"
"I need a definite answer or I'll leave you to these Saiyan pigs."
"Saiyan pigs?"
"Yes or NO."
"Yeah I guess."
“What's a Saiyan? Palace? Look at the dirt hole I'm in? Are there pigs on this planet? Why don't you just kill me off?” Bulma murmured into space.
““Right now I would love to.””
“I don't like that you are speaking some extraterrestrial language. First of all I don't know what you are saying. Secondly it raises the hairs on the back of my neck.”
“Shut up!” Vegeta screamed he wanted to choke her. “I guess that saying is universal.” Vegeta opened the tarp. The shop was much more decent. Lights illuminated the top of the ceiling. There were shelves of tablets and books. The shop owner also had a large book he might have kept records of what he sold or bought in a trade. The man stepped in quietly as Bulma looked up her heart dropped.
“Goku?” She said out loud.
““I went to Nutria and I asked 500 scelts.”” Vegeta explained while lying.
““Well then I'll take her for 600 scelts. Her hair is a strange color. Where did you get her from?””
““A tiny place called Earth.””
““Beautiful, though it's different. Did all the girls have blue hair?””
`“No. Turles how's business?”
““Running this type of business under the Council is difficult. The King… he would endorse this, eh? See they want my girls for free. If I don't provide them they'll threaten to close me down.”” Vegeta's eyes traveled out to the books on the table in between him and Turles. ““I think the Prince should not have his mind where it is at this second.””
““Oh really?””
““I suspect one day you'll coup this place.””
““I'm only a pawn I'm not really a prince. Ever since the Council laid down the Arch Law; King Vegeta has no such thing as support. They stripped his power as a reigning regent. And when this place is in my palms I'll crush the council.””
““I hope for the Dominion and the MALX will not fail in their task.””
““Don't let them hear you say anything so arresting, then I won't be able to help you like you helped me. So where will she go?””
““I'll rank her with the elite.””
““No pigs I don't want any council members to touch her.””
““See my prince no local would touch her anyways. People don't know quality when they see it. To them if it's not Saiyan it shouldn't move. The Council has an exotic taste."
""Then persuade them away from her.""
""Perhaps, one more ride before you two part ways.””
““No, but I need you to teach the child to speak Saiyan.””
““Me liege it'll be an honor…””
Vegeta walked towards her. “Listen here you need to stay here until I come get you.”
“Who are you?”
“This isn't a faerie tale so don't feel like I'm some Prince coming to rescue you. I'm no Prince.”
“I only asked for a name.”
“Like I said before my name means magnificent.”
“You're the only thing I know, please give me a name, please. C'mon please don't do this to me."
"His name is Turles he's a good man stay with him. Try not to bring attention to yourself. It's bad enough that your blue hair is a burden." Vegeta waved off with on hand.
"Where are you going?" There like that he flew away deep into the lilac sky.
""We'll Vegeta is gone so let me show you where you'll be staying. Come."” Turles offered as if she was royalty.
"What?" Bulma was frightened by the hair-raising tongue. She thought this Goku look-a-like was going to rape.
Turles waved for her to go in the back where the rooms were. ""Come this way."" As he waved his head bounced the way Goku used to laugh if Chi Chi tripped. Bulma couldn't think of anything. She could not remember Earth and it was like faces peeled away.
"Fucking great we can't speak to each other because we don't know what we're saying. Amazing what great luck I have!?" Bulma threw her body around she screamed and cried. "Let this be a dream! This is only a dream!" Finally she stumbled and banged her head against one of Turles' bookcase. Bulma went out cold.
""You little screamer, my ear drums don't appreciate that kind of noise."" He picked Bulma up and carried her into her new room. ""I'm going to make food let's hope she doesn't understand food or my other girls won't have anything to eat. Looks like Vegeta starve this poor wretch. I'm sorry they took you away from home but we're Saiyans, conquerors. We don't know how else to live."" He placed her on the warm sandy ground and covered her with fur.
The Ship
The Saiyans left Bulma and Vegeta alone. Both knew Bulma was not welcomed by the crew.
“We have no fuel and we're floating in the fields.” Vegeta said into the screen. He huffed and tightened his fist.
“Why are we only floating in the fields? I thought you said…” Bulma questioned. “Why didn't we land?”
“Well because this is our only way of getting fuel. Now leave me. I can't keep you on the ship.”
"Why?"
"Excuse you?" The acting King former Prince commanded.
"What the hell Vegeta." Bulma stormed out with tears in her eyes. "I HATE YOU. AND I REFUSE TO LEAVE ON HIS SHIP!" He could feel her heart pumping fast. He hoped that she wouldn't react like this but then he thought about what he had done and he might as well carry it out. Anyways it was his mate he knew Bulma's reaction he just hoped she'd be a little more corporative.
“You have no choice Bulma.” Vegeta roared in the control room. Now could he be anymore separated from his true goal? He dreamed dreams where he was the only soul. All of the CPU's blared and calculated. One kept ringing to fill the tanks with fuel. He wanted the blaring sound to cease and refused to destroy the panels. “I will be Immortal soon.” His fist clutched on to the microphone. “Noble Frieza.”
The Saiyan Palace
Vegeta approached the Saiyan Palace two large gates greeted him they're intertwined gold latches and in the middle of the gaudy display was King Vegeta's Family crest. Vegeta put his hand on the laser paneled lock. He knew security had they're eyes on him and he knew once he go there his mother will ask of him like she always has. Today he'll deny her request and go to his people. The place was deck out in luscious gold's and platinum from other planets. They shined and glimmered against the radiance of the blue water that reflected back unto the gold.
He walked through his room passing his bed of concubines and chained felines that roared out to roam. He hissed over the annoying sounds they made as they whined. He made note that it was time to purge his bedroom. Through the exit of his room was a garden filled with lush fruit and fertile greenery veining out then wrapping against the columns. Vegeta took a little round bit not fully ripened yet. He inspected it for any bruising. His garden ended and he jumped into the air and gracefully arrived in front of his people with his apple like fruit in tow.
Vegeta could still here the chants of the Saiyan people and he'd bet that they would revolt today if he beckoned for it to come forth.
““My People My Saiyans I order you all to be patient. We are the strongest people in any quadrant show us a planet that MALX can not simply take down.”” The crowd roared with the anticipation of his next sentence. His mother stepped in cordially as her son addressed the people of the new planet they had acquired. She was a small black haired Saiyan with high cheek bones. Her eyes were shaped like giant almonds. In those eyes was a hint of anger Vegeta had not visited her and she hoped he would take a wife soon. ""As we were on Earth we came and destroyed the dirt hole bring us close to the Saiyan Dominion being the ruling fist of all quadrants.""
End Chapter Five: Entrapped On What Is
BIG THANKS to Vladgurl (my hero) for the motivation. If DBZ is going to die we might as well fight to keep it alive...Well DBZ might not be going anywhere too soon.
P.S Did ya'll hear about the new DB movie 8-15-08 (no lie) ;O omg I was going to cry. Vegeta isn't in it though... I know that's the only bad part.