Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Gift ❯ Not sure how to feel about it ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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N/A: Bulma has been left alone of Polar-sei, will Vegeta get the answers he seeks from his father?


Vegeta barely managed to get out of the pod; the crew at the launch pad helped the Prince out and called out for a medic. Vegeta waved them off.

“No! Let me go!” He hissed.

They backed off and let the Saiyan Prince stumble off into the complex. The two guards looked at each other confused. They noticed the absence of Nappa, what had happened on their latest mission?


Vegeta used the wall to help him stay upright. He had to reach the girl, he needed her to help him get to a ship to escape. There was nothing else he could do than to keep putting one foot in front of the other. He would not die like this, helpless and battered. No, he had much to accomplish.

The trip to Vegeta-sei had been a trap. Frieza had already killed the king, his mother and most of the Saiyan race. Few fled with their lives and escaped. Vegeta-sei was in complete disarray. Frieza had planned it from the start.

Vegeta pounded the wall gasping for air. That fiend! He would make him pay for destroying his home land. Yes, a very slow painful death was in order.


It had been a quiet afternoon when Bulma heard a thud at the door; she looked up from her book and quickly went to the door. She peeked out into the corridor and saw the Prince, passed out and lying injured on the floor.

What?

Vegeta never came here after a mission; he always went to the recover bay to hop in the rejuvenation tank. Bulma stuck her head out and looked up and down the corridor. Nobody was there. This was bad, something had gone wrong. Vegeta would only come here if he didn’t feel safe going to the recovery bay. Bulma looked around, how was she going to get him inside?


Bulma ran her hands under the warm water. Vegeta's blood had stained her hands a pink colour. She tried hard to get it off. She knew from living here only a few weeks that it was never safe to show weakness. Even for the Prince. She quickly brought him inside, with a lot of effort. He was damn heavy! What exactly happened on the mission that he could go to the recovery bay?

She stopped his bleeding and bandaged him up, she hadn’t had much experience. At least that was what she had thought. It seems she had known how to treat wounds, more memories coming back? She hoped so.

Now to let the Saiyan Prince rest.

Something had happened, something bad. And whatever it was he obviously couldn't go to the rejuvenation tanks like he normally would. Something had gone terribly wrong. And it wasn't safe here, she knew this and had started to pack to leave as soon as he was able to move.

Vegeta stirred and sat up. He looked over at Bulma who was still scrubbing her hands. She hadn't noticed that he was awake. He grimaced at his ribs, they were broken for sure. He looked around, he was on his bed. But he remembered passing out in the corridor. How did she manage to get him inside and up here?

"Uhh…" He moaned uncontrollably.

"You're awake!" Bulma stumbled over to him.

She looked genuinely concerned for him. He consider her, she had saved him. Her quick thinking had gotten him inside from the corridor. How did she do that?

"Barely, how did you get me in here?" He asked.

"Well I just transferred your weight onto something large and flat… and use it as a levy… and then…" She looked up, his expression was that of a very confused man.

"Never mind…" She trailed off.

"We have to go! It isn't safe" He managed to blurt out and tried to sit up.

Bulma started to get a bit nervous, what was wrong. He was scared too. This frightened her. She had never known him to be scared; even for the short time she had known him.

"What… what happened to you?" She asked.

"The King, my father is dead! My race has been wiped out" Vegeta spat.

Bulma looked down, his race? The Saiyans? They were gone, but how? How could a whole race disappear? She started to shake with fear. What was going to happen to them? She was just a slave, why was she pulled into this mess?

"We have to go now; we need to steal a ship!" He said standing up. This time not a sound came from the prince.

He was dealing with his pain, she knew how badly injured he was. He shouldn't even be moving, but he was putting on a brave face. He could sense her fear. He wanted to appear strong, in control. He was in charge, she didn’t need to worry.

“I already packed our bags, I knew something was wrong” She admitted.

“Get them now, we are leaving” He ordered.


They had managed to get to the docks without detection, no one was around.

Strange?

This couldn’t be true, something was up. He looked around for a suitable ship. Most were pods. He couldn’t sit with the female in a pod, his injuries were to serious. A ship with a rejuvenation tank would be good. He couldn’t see one though, he grunted in frustration. He was no use to anyone in this state. He needed to heal.

It was then he spotted an old cargo ship. He grabbed Bulma’s hand and led her over to it. He typed in an access code and it opened perfectly without a problem. Bulma helped him up inside, and then they took off.

This was all too easy


Vegeta had warned they would be tracked down and killed by Frieza and his men. They weren’t safe on most planets; they would need to head to a galaxy not under the cold empire.

Bulma looked over the controls; they seemed to talk to her in the same was she read the books. Even though they should be foreign to her, they weren’t. They were so familiar to her that she started to play around with them and managed to destroy the signal the ship was emitting to base from the main control panel. Though she was baffled how she knew what it all was. She must have been some sort of technician, she knew these electronics just like she knew how to breath.

"Now where to… every planet is crawling with bases! Where can we hide?" Bulma murmured to herself looking through the ships maps and navigation system.

"Tell me! Have you ever seen anyone like me or Frieza before?" Vegeta demanded from a chair.

He was rewrapping his bandages that had come loose from the effort to get a ship. He was not wincing from the pain anymore Bulma noted. He was hiding his pain well, were all warriors like this?

"Uh, well I still don’t have all of my memory back yet, so I’m not sure" Bulma replied.

Vegeta grunted. There goes that plan. If he could only find out where she had come from they could try her home planet. She seemed to be intelligent, although very weak. Perhaps it wasn’t a good idea anyway.

Bulma went back to the navigation system and started to look around at different galaxies. One kept calling out to her, a rather barred spiral galaxy. Bulma stopped and raised her eyebrow. What was that she just called that galaxy now? A barred spiral galaxy. How did she know that? Could it be she had studied this galaxy before, she must have. She knew its description. She punched in a few commands and the ship start to take off. There were no bases in that galaxy. She didn’t know what was there, but they had to try somewhere. Why not try the barred spiral galaxy first?

Vegeta looked over in her direction with high suspicion as she hunched over the controls. How did the slave girl know how to operate a ship? Much less one in another language? He continued to redress him as he contemplated what to do with her. Was she a traitor?
He remembered her face, how scared she was. That was no ruse, she was afraid. Because she was afraid for Vegeta and herself? Or for another reason.

But she had saved him had she not? Why would she do that to only kill him later? No, she wasn’t Frieza’s lackey. She was something else, if he kept on his toes around her he would eventually figure her secret out.       


That night was restless for Bulma, she was remembering more and more by the hour. Her memories were like a flood gate now, pouring into her mind like a fast flowing river.

Vegeta had taken the captains quarters of the ship which was a small room. She had taken up in the workers room. It looked like it usually housed four people all on bunk beds.

Maybe it was the atmosphere, maybe it was the cold creaking ship, maybe it was the endless dark space. Bulma started to recall how she had become a slave. The memories were so vivid it was like she was reliving them. She tossed and turned in pain and horror as men grabbed her from her crashed ship. They began ripping off her clothes until they were only tatters on the ground. She screamed, scratched, hit, kicked, bit and wept in terror as they hit her, touched her and abused her. At one point she passed out from the pain they were making her endure. She thought for sure she was going to die there on that cold strange planet.

She had been in space after her and her father had found a little space pod in the remote mountains near West city. They used the technology from it to create their own. Bulma was out taking samples and data from neighbouring planets and systems when she had been shot at and her ship crashed.

When she awoke she was tied up in some sort of a dungeon, a weird purple lizard looking creature was there. It was blurry, she couldn’t make out too much. But he was talking to her, laughing. Others were there too, she heard their voices. But she never saw them.

The pain and fear she felt were too much and they awoke her. She screamed out and started crying profusely. She could hardly breathe as she whimpered. She was all alone, captured and made a slave. She just wanted to go home, to earth! She pounded the bed with her fists and cried out. Tears flooded her eyes as she tried to fill her lungs with air when she felt hands slid under her body. Strong arms picked her up, she didn’t resist, she let him carry her. She grabbed his shirt with closed fists and continued to weep with sorrow.

She was taken into the bathroom where she heard the water in the shower turn on. The room filled with steam as she kept her eyes shut tight. She tried to control her breathing now, to make sense of the sudden realisation of the horrible things that had happened to her. The reason her body hurt so much, inside and out.

She felt the Prince begin to undress her, he had her sitting up against the shower glass door. She put her arms up with hesitation. At the point in time, he could do whatever he liked. She was neither there in her body or there in the room. She was in her own little deep, dark horrible place. Full of fear and anger. Vegeta stopped at her under garments and bent down to her ear.

“Get in there, let it just wash away” He whispered.

Vegeta stood up and walked out closing the door behind him.

Bulma erupted in a new wave of sorrow. She grabbed her knees and held them tight. There were still scars on her body from the attack. She didn’t even fully know what had happened to her body, to her soul. He was right, she needed to wash it all away. She reluctantly stood up and took her bra and underwear off. She stepped into the shower and sat down again. Hugging her knees she let the hot water rush over every part of her body.

There she sat, weeping until morning.


Vegeta stood with his back to the door. He heard the shower run and he heard the girl get in. He closed his eyes. He knew that cry anywhere. He had heard it only days before. His own mother was crying just like that. Cradling the head of his father.
What had Frieza done to her? The fear in her eyes, how tightly she grabbed him. There was no faking that, she was really tormented. He guessed now she was probably attacked when they took her as a slave. He could only imagine the horror she had faced. She had lost everything and now she was left with this life? He could almost feel sorry for her. He was in that place a long time ago. He had wept, just like her after the horrors that had happened to him. After the initial shock of it all he had made a promise to himself that he would never be weak, he would avenge himself.
Now, he would avenge her too.


Bulma sat at the controls, staring out into the deep empty black nothing. They were at least two weeks from the milky way galaxy. She of course remembered most of her past now. The galaxy that had looked familiar to her was the galaxy she was from. The milky way.

She couldn’t concentrate on anything, her mind was so numb. Vegeta had found some sedatives in the medical bay of the ship. She had taken them gladly, if only to make the graphic images stop. Vegeta had been very understanding in all of this. He had heard her crying, heard her screams and knew what to do. Had this happened to him too? Was he taken from his home and thrown into slavery. Had he been tortured and battered and bruised mind, body and soul? Was that why he was so distant, cold and angry?

She turned around and saw him on the floor. With one hand he was doing push ups, he had been training, fighting off invisible enemies all day. Was it day? She didn’t know anymore. She had a blanket wrapped around her as she continued to look out the front window. Was Vegeta running from Frieza? He must be, Frieza had killed his race, what a monster! Would Frieza trace them back to the milky way? Was she bringing back the enemy, leading him back to her home.
How did she even know Vegeta wasn’t one of them?

No She thought.

He was a pawn in this saga just like she was. They had escaped far too easily. Something else bad was coming, she couldn’t understand it now but she sensed something wasn’t right.



Vegeta had been avoiding her as much as possible. She was going about her business cleaning up and cooking. He considered her one night at dinner and decided he would trust her. If Frieza meant her to be a trap he would deal with it when it arouse. He just simply couldn’t see how she could be a threat. She was a broken woman, what could she do?

They had only brought training gear and armour with them. When she washed the clothes she had worn when they escaped she was in skin tight training clothes, boots and gloves. He could see her body for the first time, slender but supple in the important parts. Her breasts were very perky and full, they bounced brilliantly as she moved about. It was quite exciting at times. The ship was very cold, her nipples were almost constantly hard and of course she wasn’t walking around turned on but it was still a nice sight to see. He would have loved to have reached out and felt them. Grabbed her waist and buried his face in them.

Vegeta shook his head. What was he thinking? She was a slave.

Just like me

Vegeta scoffed at himself. Space, it did crazy things to the mind.



A/N: :)