Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Force ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Broken_Iris 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.24.2011 | Updated On: 04.25.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 833 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.24.2011 | Updated On: 04.25.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 833 | Status: Work In Progress
I do not own any DBZ characters
This is my first Fan Fiction, so please review and give me some pointers on how to better myself =]
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A sudden bang came from the other side of the door. As soon as it hit, a squeal came out of her mouth. Curled up in a corner, her fear started to consume her. She didn't know what to do. Her thoughts were a jumble as she tried to contemplate what to do. She couldn't think straight. A shriek escaped from her mouth again as another knock came from the door. It was like the second knock unjumbled her thoughts. She slowly stood up and looked for a place to hide. Across the dark room, she managed to find a place to hide with the little light that was emmited from underneath the door.
"Sir, she wont open the door." a deep voice spoke from behind the door. She watched as the light that came from underneath the door came and went from the shadows of the figures walking across it.
"Well if she wont come willingly, then I guess we'll have to force her out. She will learn her place." another voice spoke as he appeared to walk off.
Climbing up the posts of the bed, she managed to quickly, but silently, make her way up. Her body was just light enough to remain up there without the board above the bed breaking. She had a drive and motive to stay alive and away from them. She could only remember what had happened to make her this way. She didn't want to go with them, she didn't trust them, not after what they did. They were bastards! She could never return, not ever again to Earth. Kidnapped, she was now his prisoner. Her naive and innocent ways were now broken.
The door knob jiggled and then busted open. She squinted her eyes for the light that suddenly burst into the room hurt her. The men scrambled across the room, looking for her. They tore open closets, the bed, dressers, anything that could be a possible hiding spot. "Come on out, it would make your predicament a whole lot easier."
"Predicament?" she thought. "What is a predicament?" Her eyes darted at them through the wooden designs of the bed as they continued to look for her. "Where the fuck is she?" A man yelled as he tried to search for her. "Kane, go get the scouter!" He yelled again at his friend.
"Ha, how can two grown Saiyan men not find a simple human girl who is smaller than half their size?" there it was again, the voice that was once behind the door was now in the room. It was him. "What is she, eight years old or is it nine? Oh yes, she is a nine year old and already she is more sly than you two! Maybe you two are the ones who need to be watched." He snapped as he crossed his arms across his chest, closing his eyes. It had been a few moments before his eyes shot open. As soon as his eyes opened, a smirk came across his face. He levitated himself and found where she was hiding. Coming closer to her, he grabbed her by her shirt and levied himself back to the ground.
"Let me go!" her whiny voice screamed as she struggled to be set free. He shook her roughly, "Now stop that girl, you don't want to make things more difficult now do you?" He let out a slight laugh as he threw her into one of the chairs. He enclosed her, putting one hand on each arm of the chair, trapping her in. He lent his face in closer to hers, staring into her eyes. "Look at me." He paused, but she did not obey. "Look at me girl!" he yelled at her. With tears rolling down her face, she looked at him. "Good, now listen closely girl. I am King Vegeta, and you will obey me. You are now the slave of my son, Prince Vegeta. You are his first slave and you will obey each and every command that he tells you. Do you understand girl?" He looked at her.
She sniffled while still in a 'staring contest' with the King. "Yes, I understand." The tears that were once pouring down her face had now stopped, leaving a red trail from her eyes to her jaw. A satisfying chuckle came out of the Kings mouth, "Good." He let the arms of the chair go, turned around and walked away.
"......." Before he was out of the door, he heard her murmur. "What did you say girl?" He looked over his shoulder at her. "My Mother named me Bulma, not girl." Once again, he smirked. "You have a lot of guts kid, to talk to me that way. Well guess what, your mother is dead. I killed her along with the rest of the human race. Only you and the chosen slaves remain." He returned his head forward and walked out the door. "Kane, Avis, now do I have to tell you twice? Grab her and lets go. The party is about to start."
With the orders followed, Kane and Avis grabbed Bulma and made their way out of the trashed room. A blank stare remained in her eyes. Her mother was dead, along with her best friends and the rest of the human race. For the first time in her life, she felt alone.
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Once the king had left their sight, Avis left Bulma for Kane to take care of. "What the fuck is this?!" Kane yelled at Avis, looking at the human in disgust. "What the hell do you expect me to do with this?"
Avis crossed his arms and smirked at Kane, "You're a lower class Saiyan, this is grunt work. Now do your fucking job and quit your bitching!" Avis replied as he left the room.
As soon as Avis left the room, Bulma looked up at Kane with curious eyes,"What are we doing here?"
"You're getting ready for the party." Kane replied as he used his pager to order someone to the room. He wasnt fond of being called a lower class Saiyan. Avis had only been in the elite for 1 month more than him. He hated how he walked around, owning the place.
"What party?" Her eyes were filled with worry. She didn't know what to think; she was a slave but she was going to a party. The only parties she had ever been to were birthday parties and holiday parties. She didn't know what to expect from a Saiyan party.
Kane signed, "Prince Vegeta's birthday party. This is his 10th birthday and the day that Saiyan boys become men. He is innitiated a slave so he can learn how to rule and gain respect. He will rule over you in any way that he wants to. You will do his bidding." As soon as he ended his sentence, a knock came from the door. Kane rushed over and opened it, he didn't want to be around this human much longer.
"Hello Kane, I hear you're in quite the pradicament. Ah, this must be her, hello Bulma, I am Serena." She let out a bright smile and walked closer to her. "I got this from here, Kane, I know what to do." she dismissed him and he left with ease.
"I'll be waiting right out here, inform me when she is ready. Remember Serena, we don't have...." he was cut off.
"All day, I know. Now leave so I can prepare her." Serena still had a smile on her face as Kane shut the door. She walked closer to Bulma, "I know what you must be thinking, but everything will be alright. As long as you follow whatever they say, then you'll be fine. Trust me, I would know."
"How would you know?" Bulma peered at her in disgust, how could she be telling her what her predicament was.
"Oh hunny, I have been in this for far too long, even my master thinks so. I came here when I was about thirteen and I am now thirty six. I know what goes on here." Serena replied as she went to the closet and pulled out material. "Ah, this will do!" she exclaimed as she pulled out a winter blue gown. "Hun, you're going to need to take your clothes off."
"What! No!" Bulma shouted.
"Bulma, you need to put this on. Now arms up!" Serena remained calm in mood and in tone. For some reason, Bulma trusted her and put her arms up. Serena removed her shirt and put the blue gown over tiny body. "Okay, now you can take off your pants and no one will have to see." She again smiled.
Bulma listened to her and removed her pants. The dress was very baggy on her tiny figure. Serena took a knee and started pinning the dress to fit her. Cutting and quickly seweing the dress whilst still on Bulma, she finally got the dress to fit. "Alright, the dress is done. Now....Hmm...What to do with your hair..." Serena thought as she got a brush from the same closet that she got the gown out of. She placed herself behind Bulma and started to brush her hair. The silky, straight, blue hair moved easily with the brushes commands. She pulled her hair back into a high ponytail, bangs hanging out. She, again, went back to the closet and got makeup out. Bulma didn't know what to think. She was having so much work done in so little time that confusion was all that she was sure of. "Close your eyes hun, I'll tell you when do open." Bulma did as she was told and closed her eyes. Serena placed a light grey eyeshadow on Bulma's eyelids and complimented it with a light layer of black eye liner. "You have very long eyelashes." Serena complimented as she didnt even bother to get mascara. "Okay, open."
Bulma looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like a Princess. A young, pretty, enslaved princess.
"Are you done yet? We have literally 5 minutes to get down there!" Kane yelled from the other side of the door. Serena opened the door and stared at him, "No need to scare her even more. And yes, we are ready. C'mon Bulma, it's time to meet the Prince." Bulma very slowly went towards her. When she was close enough, Kane grabbed her arm and quickly led her to the ballroom, Serena followed.
The Golden doors flew open and Bulma could see dancing people. She looked all around the room; red drapes with golden tips were hanging from the ceiling and touched the ground, they complimented the white dome shaped ceiling. White tables with red chairs surrounded the room, but left just enough room for a dance floor. At the head of the room were three thrones; Red cussions with a gold structure. The details on the golden structured chairs were flawless! Music filled the room as people made their way to their seats, but not sitting down. King Vegeta and Prince Vegeta now entered the room, synchronizing with the music. The melody stopped when they reached their thrones.
"Thank you all for coming to such an event. As we all know, Vegeta here is now a man. We also know that he is the furture king of this planet and our race of people. He will rise to the occasion just as I did when I first became king twenty-four years ago. With no disappoinment in his future of ruling, we now present him with his first slave." The crowd clapped and cheered as Kane forced Bulma to the center of the floor. Avis made his way as well, placing himself on the left side of Bulma while Kane remained on the right. Bulma's face was was dumbfounded. She didn't know how to react to this. Everyone was looking at her, as were the king and prince. Prince Vegeta stepped down the stairs that led to the thrown, and walked across the wooden maroon floors. He stepped in front of Bulma and glanced at her.
"Father, you disappoint me." The crowd gasped at what the prince had just said. "You were suppose to supply me a slave, not some infant."
"Hey, don't call me that! I'm nine years old, not some baby! What, am I not good enough to be your slave?" Bulma couldn't hold her tongue. Looking down at him, she spat on his shoes and stuck her tongue out at him.
Prince Vegeta smirked. "I resign my comment father, this one will do just fine." He put his hand in the air and smacked her. Bulma put a hand to her wounded cheek, she was shocked. "Go fetch me a drink, girl."
Bulma looked at him and then at Kane, remebering what he had said. Straightening herself up, she looked around the room until she found the table that held the beverages. Pouring a glass of blood red punch, she brought it back to Vegeta in the middle of the dance floor. "Bulma." she said as she handed Vegeta the glass.
"What?" His eyebrow raised.
"My name is Bulma." she repeated. Her name was the last thing that she felt she owned. The king smirked at her comment, he knew she would be perfect for his son.
"Haha, Close your mouth Bulma." He may have been ten, but he knew how to get to a person. He said her name in an owning way. He knew he owned her, and she would know it too. "Follow me." He turned around and walked back up to his father. Sitting on his thrown, he signaled to Bulma where to sit. Looking at him, Bulma looked at where his hand was pointing to, which was on the floor to the left of his thrown. She sat down.
"You sure know how to make a scene Vegeta." King Vegeta whispered to him as he sat in his chair. "And now, for the final event of this evening. It is now time to complete this ceremony." Raising his right hand in the air, he called too his slave. Serena walked across the floor and knelt before her master. Bulma's eyes widened. She didn't know that Serena was one of the Kings slaves. "You've served me well, Serena. Better than any of my other slaves."
"Thank you my King, but what do you mean by served?" She asked as she lifted her head to look at him. She didn't know why he was refering to her in a past tense form.
"You didn't let me finish." He glared.
"I'm sorry my King." she put her head back down, looking at the floor.
"Nevermind it. You have served me well these past twenty-three years. That is the longest I have ever kept a slave. You have fascinated me with all of your surprising actions. You've been here a while, but there is one thing you don't know about Saiyan traditions." he paused, looking at her reaction. She began to shake. "You see, Serena, once a Saiyan prince becomes of age, blood must be shed, a life must be taken. I have been contemplating for a while how I'd rid of you. Since you have been my most favorite and loyal of slaves, I have decided to give you the best death a slave can have. Serena, you get to be the life that is taken on this marvelous day! You are the blood that will fill this room. A life must be taken for a new beginning to exceed in life. This is good-bye Serena. You should feel honored to go out this way."
Serena's eyes widened. She looked up at King Vegeta and glared at him. "You...You Bastard!" She exclaimed. Her once warming smile quickly faded. Her face was angry, as anyones would be. She always knew that one day the king would rid of her, but for it to be called an honor was disgusting. "This is what you call a nobel death? You're a coward!" She screamed anything she could think of.
The King laughed, "Now Serena, where did I say that it was Nobel? I said it was the best death a slave could have. You have pleased me, and now you will die. You were brought to me a slave, and now you will die a slave." The king jerked his head up, signaling his henchmen over to restrain her. Serena was on her knees on the floor in front of him, with an arm in each of the guards' hands. She looked up and saw the King making his way over with a twisted steal blade. "Fuck you...." Serena said as she looked at Bulma. "Bulma, never trust these fucking..." King Vegeta cut her off as he quickly lowered the blade into the back of Serena's neck until it pierced all the way through. Taking the knife out, Serena's head dropped down, dangling. The guards dropped her arms, and she laid there, dead. Bulma's eyes were as wide as ones could ever be. King Vegeta returned to his thrown and looked at his son. "This blade is yours." he said as he handed the blood-stained blade to Prince Vegeta. "You will use it to shed blood for when your son becomes a man."
"Father, if that bitch was right about anything, it was about you being a coward. I am a proud Saiyan, I don't need a pathetic blade to kill, even the weakest of beings. I can do it with my hands." Prince Vegeta spat out as he denied his fathers blade and walked away, signalling for Bulma to follow.
King Vegeta smirked as he returned his eyes to his dead slave on the floor. "It always works." He whispered. "Clean this shit up." he commanded as he, too, left.
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Four years have passed as Bulma grew into being a slave. She wasn't like most slaves, though. She was a cheery and spirited girl. Every order that Vegeta had commanded her to do, she would do it without question and with a "smile" on her face.
"Bulma!" Vegeta called out to his slave. He was now fourteen and ready to go to conferences with his father. It was time for him to learn the way of the Saiyans. Frieza, a powerful icejin, was of their main concern. He had been going around exterminating planets at his own amusement. Who knew when he would try to take over the Saiyan empire. However, Vegeta was ready to take him on. He had become so strong in the past four years that he felt that he could only grow stronger. Vegeta and his father trained for hours on end each day. Bulma didn't know how such beings could go for so long without muscle failure. She truly believed that the Saiyans were a far superior race than that of hers.
"Yes, Vegeta?" Bulma walked up to him with her arms crossed. Even though she obeyed every command, it didn't mean she didn't get tired of it.
"When am I suppose to go to the ship to take off with my father?” He asked curiously. He couldn’t wait to leave his planet and learn how to become king. Vegeta and his father were going to one of their allies planets to discuss plans for Frieza’s arrival. There, they would train even harder then they did on their home planet. It would take a couple of years to be at the strength they thought they needed to be in order to defeat him.
“Uhm, I think that would be 9:00 am sharp. You have a good two hours before having to go.” she replied. Bulma was now thirteen, but because of living with the Saiyans, she was far more intelligent than she would have been if she were never taken from Earth. She was forced to mature.
“Prepare my things.” Vegeta wove his hand in dismissal. He enjoyed how easy the four years have been with Bulma; he didn't have to life a finger.
“Yes, Vegeta.” Because of being his slave for four years, Bulma didn’t think it was neccessary to call him ‘Prince’ all the time, Vegeta didn’t seem to mind, unless his father or any other equals were in the room. "What all do you want packed?"
He looked around his room thinking of what he would need. Instead of thinking what he wanted to bring, he had to think of what he didn't want to bring. His room wasnt filled with pointless things like a normal fourteen year old would have. Instead, it contained books on Saiyan history, armour, under armour, and everything else that he needed for training. This voyage would be for 5 years. As he peered around the room, he thought of what he could possibly leave behind. He had so many things that he thought he needed to bring. "Nevermind it," Vegeta continued to look around, "I'll get Kane or Avis to do it. I doubt such a small girl like yourself could possibly lift any of my things. That will be all." Another wave of dismissal was exchanged from his hand as Bulma left the room, bowing before she left, taking one last glance of Vegeta before he left. She memorized his height, features, and attitude. Surely, she knew he would change big time by the time he returned.
This is my first Fan Fiction, so please review and give me some pointers on how to better myself =]
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A sudden bang came from the other side of the door. As soon as it hit, a squeal came out of her mouth. Curled up in a corner, her fear started to consume her. She didn't know what to do. Her thoughts were a jumble as she tried to contemplate what to do. She couldn't think straight. A shriek escaped from her mouth again as another knock came from the door. It was like the second knock unjumbled her thoughts. She slowly stood up and looked for a place to hide. Across the dark room, she managed to find a place to hide with the little light that was emmited from underneath the door.
"Sir, she wont open the door." a deep voice spoke from behind the door. She watched as the light that came from underneath the door came and went from the shadows of the figures walking across it.
"Well if she wont come willingly, then I guess we'll have to force her out. She will learn her place." another voice spoke as he appeared to walk off.
Climbing up the posts of the bed, she managed to quickly, but silently, make her way up. Her body was just light enough to remain up there without the board above the bed breaking. She had a drive and motive to stay alive and away from them. She could only remember what had happened to make her this way. She didn't want to go with them, she didn't trust them, not after what they did. They were bastards! She could never return, not ever again to Earth. Kidnapped, she was now his prisoner. Her naive and innocent ways were now broken.
The door knob jiggled and then busted open. She squinted her eyes for the light that suddenly burst into the room hurt her. The men scrambled across the room, looking for her. They tore open closets, the bed, dressers, anything that could be a possible hiding spot. "Come on out, it would make your predicament a whole lot easier."
"Predicament?" she thought. "What is a predicament?" Her eyes darted at them through the wooden designs of the bed as they continued to look for her. "Where the fuck is she?" A man yelled as he tried to search for her. "Kane, go get the scouter!" He yelled again at his friend.
"Ha, how can two grown Saiyan men not find a simple human girl who is smaller than half their size?" there it was again, the voice that was once behind the door was now in the room. It was him. "What is she, eight years old or is it nine? Oh yes, she is a nine year old and already she is more sly than you two! Maybe you two are the ones who need to be watched." He snapped as he crossed his arms across his chest, closing his eyes. It had been a few moments before his eyes shot open. As soon as his eyes opened, a smirk came across his face. He levitated himself and found where she was hiding. Coming closer to her, he grabbed her by her shirt and levied himself back to the ground.
"Let me go!" her whiny voice screamed as she struggled to be set free. He shook her roughly, "Now stop that girl, you don't want to make things more difficult now do you?" He let out a slight laugh as he threw her into one of the chairs. He enclosed her, putting one hand on each arm of the chair, trapping her in. He lent his face in closer to hers, staring into her eyes. "Look at me." He paused, but she did not obey. "Look at me girl!" he yelled at her. With tears rolling down her face, she looked at him. "Good, now listen closely girl. I am King Vegeta, and you will obey me. You are now the slave of my son, Prince Vegeta. You are his first slave and you will obey each and every command that he tells you. Do you understand girl?" He looked at her.
She sniffled while still in a 'staring contest' with the King. "Yes, I understand." The tears that were once pouring down her face had now stopped, leaving a red trail from her eyes to her jaw. A satisfying chuckle came out of the Kings mouth, "Good." He let the arms of the chair go, turned around and walked away.
"......." Before he was out of the door, he heard her murmur. "What did you say girl?" He looked over his shoulder at her. "My Mother named me Bulma, not girl." Once again, he smirked. "You have a lot of guts kid, to talk to me that way. Well guess what, your mother is dead. I killed her along with the rest of the human race. Only you and the chosen slaves remain." He returned his head forward and walked out the door. "Kane, Avis, now do I have to tell you twice? Grab her and lets go. The party is about to start."
With the orders followed, Kane and Avis grabbed Bulma and made their way out of the trashed room. A blank stare remained in her eyes. Her mother was dead, along with her best friends and the rest of the human race. For the first time in her life, she felt alone.
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Once the king had left their sight, Avis left Bulma for Kane to take care of. "What the fuck is this?!" Kane yelled at Avis, looking at the human in disgust. "What the hell do you expect me to do with this?"
Avis crossed his arms and smirked at Kane, "You're a lower class Saiyan, this is grunt work. Now do your fucking job and quit your bitching!" Avis replied as he left the room.
As soon as Avis left the room, Bulma looked up at Kane with curious eyes,"What are we doing here?"
"You're getting ready for the party." Kane replied as he used his pager to order someone to the room. He wasnt fond of being called a lower class Saiyan. Avis had only been in the elite for 1 month more than him. He hated how he walked around, owning the place.
"What party?" Her eyes were filled with worry. She didn't know what to think; she was a slave but she was going to a party. The only parties she had ever been to were birthday parties and holiday parties. She didn't know what to expect from a Saiyan party.
Kane signed, "Prince Vegeta's birthday party. This is his 10th birthday and the day that Saiyan boys become men. He is innitiated a slave so he can learn how to rule and gain respect. He will rule over you in any way that he wants to. You will do his bidding." As soon as he ended his sentence, a knock came from the door. Kane rushed over and opened it, he didn't want to be around this human much longer.
"Hello Kane, I hear you're in quite the pradicament. Ah, this must be her, hello Bulma, I am Serena." She let out a bright smile and walked closer to her. "I got this from here, Kane, I know what to do." she dismissed him and he left with ease.
"I'll be waiting right out here, inform me when she is ready. Remember Serena, we don't have...." he was cut off.
"All day, I know. Now leave so I can prepare her." Serena still had a smile on her face as Kane shut the door. She walked closer to Bulma, "I know what you must be thinking, but everything will be alright. As long as you follow whatever they say, then you'll be fine. Trust me, I would know."
"How would you know?" Bulma peered at her in disgust, how could she be telling her what her predicament was.
"Oh hunny, I have been in this for far too long, even my master thinks so. I came here when I was about thirteen and I am now thirty six. I know what goes on here." Serena replied as she went to the closet and pulled out material. "Ah, this will do!" she exclaimed as she pulled out a winter blue gown. "Hun, you're going to need to take your clothes off."
"What! No!" Bulma shouted.
"Bulma, you need to put this on. Now arms up!" Serena remained calm in mood and in tone. For some reason, Bulma trusted her and put her arms up. Serena removed her shirt and put the blue gown over tiny body. "Okay, now you can take off your pants and no one will have to see." She again smiled.
Bulma listened to her and removed her pants. The dress was very baggy on her tiny figure. Serena took a knee and started pinning the dress to fit her. Cutting and quickly seweing the dress whilst still on Bulma, she finally got the dress to fit. "Alright, the dress is done. Now....Hmm...What to do with your hair..." Serena thought as she got a brush from the same closet that she got the gown out of. She placed herself behind Bulma and started to brush her hair. The silky, straight, blue hair moved easily with the brushes commands. She pulled her hair back into a high ponytail, bangs hanging out. She, again, went back to the closet and got makeup out. Bulma didn't know what to think. She was having so much work done in so little time that confusion was all that she was sure of. "Close your eyes hun, I'll tell you when do open." Bulma did as she was told and closed her eyes. Serena placed a light grey eyeshadow on Bulma's eyelids and complimented it with a light layer of black eye liner. "You have very long eyelashes." Serena complimented as she didnt even bother to get mascara. "Okay, open."
Bulma looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like a Princess. A young, pretty, enslaved princess.
"Are you done yet? We have literally 5 minutes to get down there!" Kane yelled from the other side of the door. Serena opened the door and stared at him, "No need to scare her even more. And yes, we are ready. C'mon Bulma, it's time to meet the Prince." Bulma very slowly went towards her. When she was close enough, Kane grabbed her arm and quickly led her to the ballroom, Serena followed.
The Golden doors flew open and Bulma could see dancing people. She looked all around the room; red drapes with golden tips were hanging from the ceiling and touched the ground, they complimented the white dome shaped ceiling. White tables with red chairs surrounded the room, but left just enough room for a dance floor. At the head of the room were three thrones; Red cussions with a gold structure. The details on the golden structured chairs were flawless! Music filled the room as people made their way to their seats, but not sitting down. King Vegeta and Prince Vegeta now entered the room, synchronizing with the music. The melody stopped when they reached their thrones.
"Thank you all for coming to such an event. As we all know, Vegeta here is now a man. We also know that he is the furture king of this planet and our race of people. He will rise to the occasion just as I did when I first became king twenty-four years ago. With no disappoinment in his future of ruling, we now present him with his first slave." The crowd clapped and cheered as Kane forced Bulma to the center of the floor. Avis made his way as well, placing himself on the left side of Bulma while Kane remained on the right. Bulma's face was was dumbfounded. She didn't know how to react to this. Everyone was looking at her, as were the king and prince. Prince Vegeta stepped down the stairs that led to the thrown, and walked across the wooden maroon floors. He stepped in front of Bulma and glanced at her.
"Father, you disappoint me." The crowd gasped at what the prince had just said. "You were suppose to supply me a slave, not some infant."
"Hey, don't call me that! I'm nine years old, not some baby! What, am I not good enough to be your slave?" Bulma couldn't hold her tongue. Looking down at him, she spat on his shoes and stuck her tongue out at him.
Prince Vegeta smirked. "I resign my comment father, this one will do just fine." He put his hand in the air and smacked her. Bulma put a hand to her wounded cheek, she was shocked. "Go fetch me a drink, girl."
Bulma looked at him and then at Kane, remebering what he had said. Straightening herself up, she looked around the room until she found the table that held the beverages. Pouring a glass of blood red punch, she brought it back to Vegeta in the middle of the dance floor. "Bulma." she said as she handed Vegeta the glass.
"What?" His eyebrow raised.
"My name is Bulma." she repeated. Her name was the last thing that she felt she owned. The king smirked at her comment, he knew she would be perfect for his son.
"Haha, Close your mouth Bulma." He may have been ten, but he knew how to get to a person. He said her name in an owning way. He knew he owned her, and she would know it too. "Follow me." He turned around and walked back up to his father. Sitting on his thrown, he signaled to Bulma where to sit. Looking at him, Bulma looked at where his hand was pointing to, which was on the floor to the left of his thrown. She sat down.
"You sure know how to make a scene Vegeta." King Vegeta whispered to him as he sat in his chair. "And now, for the final event of this evening. It is now time to complete this ceremony." Raising his right hand in the air, he called too his slave. Serena walked across the floor and knelt before her master. Bulma's eyes widened. She didn't know that Serena was one of the Kings slaves. "You've served me well, Serena. Better than any of my other slaves."
"Thank you my King, but what do you mean by served?" She asked as she lifted her head to look at him. She didn't know why he was refering to her in a past tense form.
"You didn't let me finish." He glared.
"I'm sorry my King." she put her head back down, looking at the floor.
"Nevermind it. You have served me well these past twenty-three years. That is the longest I have ever kept a slave. You have fascinated me with all of your surprising actions. You've been here a while, but there is one thing you don't know about Saiyan traditions." he paused, looking at her reaction. She began to shake. "You see, Serena, once a Saiyan prince becomes of age, blood must be shed, a life must be taken. I have been contemplating for a while how I'd rid of you. Since you have been my most favorite and loyal of slaves, I have decided to give you the best death a slave can have. Serena, you get to be the life that is taken on this marvelous day! You are the blood that will fill this room. A life must be taken for a new beginning to exceed in life. This is good-bye Serena. You should feel honored to go out this way."
Serena's eyes widened. She looked up at King Vegeta and glared at him. "You...You Bastard!" She exclaimed. Her once warming smile quickly faded. Her face was angry, as anyones would be. She always knew that one day the king would rid of her, but for it to be called an honor was disgusting. "This is what you call a nobel death? You're a coward!" She screamed anything she could think of.
The King laughed, "Now Serena, where did I say that it was Nobel? I said it was the best death a slave could have. You have pleased me, and now you will die. You were brought to me a slave, and now you will die a slave." The king jerked his head up, signaling his henchmen over to restrain her. Serena was on her knees on the floor in front of him, with an arm in each of the guards' hands. She looked up and saw the King making his way over with a twisted steal blade. "Fuck you...." Serena said as she looked at Bulma. "Bulma, never trust these fucking..." King Vegeta cut her off as he quickly lowered the blade into the back of Serena's neck until it pierced all the way through. Taking the knife out, Serena's head dropped down, dangling. The guards dropped her arms, and she laid there, dead. Bulma's eyes were as wide as ones could ever be. King Vegeta returned to his thrown and looked at his son. "This blade is yours." he said as he handed the blood-stained blade to Prince Vegeta. "You will use it to shed blood for when your son becomes a man."
"Father, if that bitch was right about anything, it was about you being a coward. I am a proud Saiyan, I don't need a pathetic blade to kill, even the weakest of beings. I can do it with my hands." Prince Vegeta spat out as he denied his fathers blade and walked away, signalling for Bulma to follow.
King Vegeta smirked as he returned his eyes to his dead slave on the floor. "It always works." He whispered. "Clean this shit up." he commanded as he, too, left.
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Four years have passed as Bulma grew into being a slave. She wasn't like most slaves, though. She was a cheery and spirited girl. Every order that Vegeta had commanded her to do, she would do it without question and with a "smile" on her face.
"Bulma!" Vegeta called out to his slave. He was now fourteen and ready to go to conferences with his father. It was time for him to learn the way of the Saiyans. Frieza, a powerful icejin, was of their main concern. He had been going around exterminating planets at his own amusement. Who knew when he would try to take over the Saiyan empire. However, Vegeta was ready to take him on. He had become so strong in the past four years that he felt that he could only grow stronger. Vegeta and his father trained for hours on end each day. Bulma didn't know how such beings could go for so long without muscle failure. She truly believed that the Saiyans were a far superior race than that of hers.
"Yes, Vegeta?" Bulma walked up to him with her arms crossed. Even though she obeyed every command, it didn't mean she didn't get tired of it.
"When am I suppose to go to the ship to take off with my father?” He asked curiously. He couldn’t wait to leave his planet and learn how to become king. Vegeta and his father were going to one of their allies planets to discuss plans for Frieza’s arrival. There, they would train even harder then they did on their home planet. It would take a couple of years to be at the strength they thought they needed to be in order to defeat him.
“Uhm, I think that would be 9:00 am sharp. You have a good two hours before having to go.” she replied. Bulma was now thirteen, but because of living with the Saiyans, she was far more intelligent than she would have been if she were never taken from Earth. She was forced to mature.
“Prepare my things.” Vegeta wove his hand in dismissal. He enjoyed how easy the four years have been with Bulma; he didn't have to life a finger.
“Yes, Vegeta.” Because of being his slave for four years, Bulma didn’t think it was neccessary to call him ‘Prince’ all the time, Vegeta didn’t seem to mind, unless his father or any other equals were in the room. "What all do you want packed?"
He looked around his room thinking of what he would need. Instead of thinking what he wanted to bring, he had to think of what he didn't want to bring. His room wasnt filled with pointless things like a normal fourteen year old would have. Instead, it contained books on Saiyan history, armour, under armour, and everything else that he needed for training. This voyage would be for 5 years. As he peered around the room, he thought of what he could possibly leave behind. He had so many things that he thought he needed to bring. "Nevermind it," Vegeta continued to look around, "I'll get Kane or Avis to do it. I doubt such a small girl like yourself could possibly lift any of my things. That will be all." Another wave of dismissal was exchanged from his hand as Bulma left the room, bowing before she left, taking one last glance of Vegeta before he left. She memorized his height, features, and attitude. Surely, she knew he would change big time by the time he returned.