Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Full Spectrum ❯ A Price to Pay ( Chapter 7 )

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Full Spectrum

By Ginia

Part 7
A Price To Pay

When the cabin door was finally unlocked, Vegeta wasted no time pulling the door open and moving into the hall. He was determined to get out of that room and to put as much space as possible between himself and Bulma. If the only way to do that was by going through Brietoth's lab again, then, that was what he would do.

Stepping into the corridor, he found Brietoth leaning casually against the bulkhead nearby waiting for him. "My, my… you seem to be in a hurry… going somewhere in particular?" asked a relaxed and confident Brietoth.

Vegeta snorted his own question in reply, "Where are your guards?"

"Somehow I doubt they'll be needed. Were you planning on being difficult, Vegeta?"

Vegeta scowled and closed the cabin door behind him; "You don't need to keep her here anymore. You don't need either of them. Let them go."

Brietoth smiled, sauntering towards Vegeta, "Why Vegeta! I wouldn't dream of breaking up your family. Don't you want to stay with your little mate? You certainly wanted her company just a little while ago."

As Brietoth approached, Vegeta growled, backing down the hall a few steps in revulsion before he stopped himself. Brietoth smiled openly at his reaction, this time she had no interest in touching Vegeta and simply stepped into the space he had left to lock the cabin door once again.

"I believe your family will remain my guests for just a little while longer. If you behave and continue to remember your manners then perhaps that will change in the near future." Signaling for Vegeta to follow, Brietoth continued speaking as she moved down the hall. "Now what shall I do with you? You have obviously rejected the quarters assigned to you and there truly are no other private quarters that are appropriate… I'm afraid that the only room left in which to place you is in the observation area of my lab."

Vegeta growled low in his throat as he stalked along behind the commander, who was seemingly unconcerned by venom radiating off her companion. "The cabin there is totally lacking privacy of course - if you recall your first visit to my lab on Frieza's flagship, you may remember staying in a room without visible walls. I have a similar arrangement here for the study of my subjects. So, if you are certain you won't stay with the human woman…?"

"No." Vegeta clearly remembered the quarters he had temporarily occupied as a child and he began to picture all the ways that Brietoth would eventually be made to suffer for what he had been put through - both now and in the past.

"Very well then, Prince Vegeta," Brietoth stopped before a wide double door, "My lab is through here."

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Vegeta preceded Brietoth through the doors into the lab, his black glare lowered as he continued to visualize the details of his revenge. A soft, sharp sound drew his attention to the being already in the room. Startled eyes met angry ones as Vegeta advanced a few more steps into the room. The mousy little man before him slapped his hand down on the console where he had been working and began to back away from the intruder in his lab.

Strident sirens met Brietoth as she stepped into the room scarce seconds behind Vegeta. She smiled at the sight of her subordinate's discomfort at being unexpectedly faced with the Prince of Saiyans. Brietoth stepped around Vegeta, who had stopped and now stood with arms crossed and his feet braced wide, to smirk at the disturbed man.

"Really Amberge, someone might think you'd never seen a Saiyan before," chuckled Brietoth.

"Commander! This was most unexpected," declared Amberge. "Shall I assume then, that the Saiyan is here for co-operative study?" he asked excitedly, approaching Vegeta to better inspect him.

Amberge circled Vegeta, examining him from all sides. Vegeta's scowl returned at this sudden change in the man's attitude. He had enjoyed seeing the man's fear, but now the foolish man was looking at him with about as much fear as one might show to a lab rat.

"Amberge?" queried the commander with a laugh. "Perhaps you could do something about these alarms?" Several armed crewmen had already arrived in the doorway, held at bay by Brietoth's upraised hand.

"Oh! Of course... " Returning to the console Amberge keyed in the 'all clear' and the alarms quieted at once. "My apologies Commander," murmured the researcher, "but I wasn't expecting to see the Saiyan walk into the lab this evening. The only conscious Saiyan I've had the opportunity to examine was the infant this aft---"

"What did you do to the brat?" growled Vegeta, from his new position in front of Amberge, the man's throat held tightly in his grasp. Vegeta's strength and speed were nowhere near normal but at least he had managed this maneuver without hesitation.

"Vegeta!" said Brietoth sharply, approaching to stand beside the angry Saiyan. "Do you need another demonstration regarding the consequences of this type of behavior so soon?" All traces of amusement were gone from her voice and her smoky gray eyes snapped in annoyance. Vegeta glanced toward Brietoth; his deep growl never ceased as he shoved Amberge across the room then turned his back on both of them.

"Actually," began Brietoth as if nothing violent had just occurred. "It could hardly be called 'co-operative' study when the subject has no idea as to the purpose of the research…" She paused as if expecting Vegeta to ask the obvious question but getting no response from him she continued.

"Vegeta, I want to make you stronger."

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The tension that had moments before been held firmly below the surface was suddenly obvious in the play of muscles across Vegeta's back as he fought to hold his position and keep the questions of 'Why' and 'How' from escaping his lips. Brietoth watched his discomfort grow as she let the silence lengthen a few seconds longer before speaking once more.

"Naturally, that's not the *exclusive* goal of my research - but it is the one I thought *you* would be the most interested in. What? No curiosity?" Brietoth stood with her hands on her hips a calculating smile on her cruel lips as she waited for a response.

"I'm listening," stated Vegeta coldly as he could, turning stiffly to face Brietoth once more.

"Very well then, listen to this," Brietoth paced as she spoke. Amberge's posture and expression reflected his obvious enthusiasm for the project as the commander continued her lecture. "Observation has shown that a Saiyan displays increases in strength following the recovery from injury. The more severe the injury - the greater the jump in power. My theory is that this increase of strength is a response to *specific stresses* within the Saiyan tissue *caused by the injury* and _not_ an actual result of the physical trauma associated with the injury.

"I believe I can simulate such stress without actually inflicting the matching trauma. These intense stresses generated within the various tissues will no doubt be quite painful but since the actual destruction of tissue will be limited, recovery between sessions should be quite rapid. You will be able to increase your strength as never before - and in a fraction of the time previously required!

"Well, Vegeta?" demanded Brietoth, her tone changing from enthusiastic scientist to patronizing captor as she paused before Vegeta. "Surely you see now how my research will help you? Wouldn't the results be worth whatever small discomforts might be necessary in order to achieve that goal?"

"…"  Vegeta huffed an angry breath, his initial interest over shadowed by outrage at her condescending tone. "Bitch! I don't need you, or anyone else, to *'help'* me become stronger!"

Changing her tactic, Brietoth approached Vegeta.  "Can you honestly say that my offer doesn't appeal to you?" whispered Brietoth enticingly. "You, who from your first day on Frieza's flagship, expressed the single-minded goal of becoming stronger? To *be* the strongest? I can give you that…and more." The strange scent of the woman was suddenly overpowering as she drew near Vegeta, a predatory gleam to her eyes.

"You disgust me," growled Vegeta stepping back, unconsciously slipping into a battle stance as he almost gagged on the stench surrounding her.

"Really? Hmm… It seems that you don't care for my scent. How disappointing," smirked Brietoth. "Most males find the aroma of this species' females quite intriguing. Perhaps you need a bit more encouragement…" 

Vegeta suddenly stood straight, then stumbled back from the commander, a look of shock and horror on his normally impassive face.

"Had you forgotten so quickly, Sweet Prince?" chuckled Brietoth, as she slowly approached Vegeta. "You are mine and your every physical response belongs to me." Vegeta retreated before her advance, his breath escaping as a groan, as a burning need sprang hotly to life within his loins.

"Get out of my head, bitch!" growled shakily as he bumped into the wall, further retreat blocked.

Brietoth laughed at Vegeta's refusal but her mirth was cut short as arms wrapped around her waist from behind. "Commander…" groaned Amberge, as he pulled the woman back to firmly press against his own aching need. His hands roamed desperately over her body, his face buried in her hair to capture more of her delectable scent.

"Amberge! You idiot! Release me!!" snapped Brietoth. Caught off guard, she briefly pushed at his invasive hands. Following that brief moment of surprise, she simply ignored Amberge's activities, as she calmly began to search her lab coat pockets. As her hand closed around a small spray canister kept within one deep pocket, her glance passed over Vegeta, then returned to study the sight before her.

Vegeta stood with his forearms pressed to the wall and his fingers clawing against the smooth surface. His wide-eyed was gaze locked onto her body, tracking the motion of Amberge's hands as they groped the woman in his arms. His ragged pants for breath showed just how disturbed his control was.

Brietoth smiled and began to move her hands and body provocatively, further teasing Vegeta's senses. Just as he licked his dry lips, she spoke in a soft sensual voice, "See something you like, Vegeta?" His gaze snapped to her face briefly before he turned his face away, his eyes tightly shut.

"Well, if you're not going to watch, then I suppose there is no benefit in allowing this fool to continue his fumbling." Lifting the canister near Amberge's face, she gave a short spray of its contents. The hiss of the dispenser drew Vegeta's eyes again to the pair before him, just as Brietoth lightly stepped away from Amberge's frozen form.

"C-Commander… I-I wasn't prepared…I would n -never…" stuttered Amberge as he sank to his knees, his head in his hands. "Forgive me, p-please.... I have been lax in following the proper precautions - "

"That was quite obvious, imbecile! Now be silent!" Brietoth interrupted him. Turning her back on the humiliated man, she again approached Vegeta. "My top men must, of course, have protection from the full effect of my scent. Events such as that," gesturing towards Amberge, "should never have occurred. But… perhaps it wasn't a complete waste after all."

When Brietoth stopped, she stood so close to Vegeta that they shared the same air with each breath. The Saiyan held his ebony gaze locked to the smoky gray eyes before him as his hands clenched into fists at his side. His concentration was focused on his hatred of those eyes and not the soft body so close to his own demanding one. His aching need pressed prominently against his only garment. His bare chest was sweaty and heaving as he fought to control his desire.

"Was it pleasing to you, Vegeta? Did you find it exciting, seeing his hands on me, caressing me?" she whispered. Closing the small distance between them, she brushed her clothed body teasingly against the muscular form before her.

Vegeta shuddered, closing his eyes and slowly raising his hands to grip the woman's hips, holding her in place so that their bodies continued to barely touch one another.

"Take what you want…" murmured Brietoth, her lips brushing Vegeta's as she spoke.

"*What _I_ want*?" rasped Vegeta. "You make me burn with need and you think that makes me *want you*?" His grip on her body never altered but he slowly moved her away from him. "I am no animal, Bitch. I decide what I want and when I will have it, not you."

As Vegeta held her at arm's length Brietoth's face darkened with fury. "Is that so, little Prince? Perhaps later we shall put that statement to the test." She spun away from Vegeta's grasp, and snapped to Amberge, "But for now, take this *creature* and see that he's properly situated in the observation chamber. Provide him with suitable clothing and whatever else he needs."

Turning her gaze back to Vegeta, she announced, "I'm finished with you, for the moment, but make sure you're ready to work in the morning. The first thing you'll be doing is raising your power to it's maximum so that your base energy level can be recorded and your progress charted. Then, Vegeta, you will experience pain, as you never have before. Sleep well - if you can."

As she exited the room Brietoth finally released the control she had been exerting on Vegeta. As Amberge watched with amazement, the Saiyan took a deep, if shaky, breath and stood away from the wall.

"Where am I to bathe? I want to wash her stink off of me."

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End Part 7