Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Honour Bound ❯ Chapter five - homecoming ( Chapter 5 )

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

By: chiku

Disclaimer: yeah yeah I know

Please note that this chapter contains scenes of rape and violent sex

Chapter five

Homecoming

Vegeta sat on the flight deck of a transport ship, staring out of the window at the passing stars and planets as he made his way back to Vegetasie. It had been seven years, seven years of pure hell which had been forced upon him.

Being a soldier in Freeza's army was not easy for anyone, but for him he had suffered greatly.

For the first few months he had received numerous beatings reminding him of his place from Dodoria, Zarbon and even Freeza himself, and had spent much time in the regeneration tanks.

The beatings only made Vegeta more disobedient and disrespectful looking for trouble in every corner, without regards for the consequences.

He shivered suddenly as he remembered one time when it was not a beating he received for his troubles it was something much worse, which would occur a total of three times and leave lasting memories, which would haunt even his waking hours like they were now.

`Flashback'

Vegeta had been once again called before his lord and master after one of his purges had not gone as planned resulting in him destroying the technology which Freeza had wanted him to acquire.

Vegeta entered Freeza's throne room, which was large and almost empty, with the exception of the large throne which sat at the far end, made entirely out of the bones of those who had dared attempt to stand up to him. The walls were a dirty white in colour and in many places there was evidence of blood from the previous demonstrations Freeza had given to his various soldiers, himself included.

The lizard stood talking with Zarbon, and so he reluctantly bowed and waited for Freeza to address him. When Freeza saw him, he quickly dismissed Zarbon, who left giving Vegeta a wink and smirk before closing the doors behind him.

Vegeta had thought he was in for yet another beating and even though it would leave him broken and in pain, needing a few days in one of the regeneration tanks, Vegeta knew that he would emerge stronger.

Freeza slid his way over to stand before Vegeta and took him by the neck, an evil smile splayed across his hideous features.

“So my little monkey prince, are you ready for me” Freeza drawled looking at the impassive face of Vegeta.

“Just get on with it” Vegeta managed to get out as Freeza's grasp on his neck tightened.

Freeza released his hold on the prince. Watching as he fell to the floor, gasping for breath.

Before Vegeta could regain his composure, he felt a sharp pain shoot up his spine as Freeza kicked him hard in the back, smiling as the prince spiralled through the air and landing awkwardly on the floor in the middle of the room.

Freeza laughed loud, and began to transform himself into something that resembled a doll like creature.

Vegeta's eyes widened, in shock and eventual horror at the image in front of him as he desperately tried to pick himself up of the floor, as a large, thick pink appendage appeared from in between Freeza's legs.

At only seventeen, Vegeta was still extremely knave in relation to sex, other than it occurred between two mated individuals.

Freeza gazed down at the fallen prince, slowly walking towards him while stroking his new member, making it hard and aching.

“So, my little princeling lets begin shall we” Freeza breathed huskily coming to a stand still before Vegeta still stroking himself.

Vegeta gulped and swallowed hard, he had never been a situation like this, and he never wanted to be in a situation like this.

Freeza shifted himself onto his haunches behind the prince and began to unwind Vegeta's tail.

Vegeta was practically frozen, no matter how much he tried to pull away from the lizard; he was just too strong and easily held him in place.

“Don't worry, it won't hurt for long, and if your good, I'll allow you to live” Freeza groaned against Vegeta's ear, inhaling his smell of fear.

Freeza, finished unwrapping Vegeta's tail, and began to stroke it from base to tip, listening to the involuntary moans that were coming from Vegeta's mouth.

What was happening to him, why was his body acting this way, Vegeta could feel himself hardening under the bastards ministrations, and no matter how much he willed his body to do as he commanded it did not.

“My, my you do seem to be enjoying yourself, don't you” Freeza started, “not that you can do anything about it, you see, none of you monkeys can overpower the feeling which your tail can ignite within you” Freeza hissed, running his tongue along Vegeta's neck.

Vegeta groaned again, as Freeza continued to stroke his tail, while his other hand began to tear at his clothing, causing him to shudder in even greater fear.

Once Freeza had removed all of Vegeta's clothing he pushed the prince back onto the floor and turned him on his back. He then spread his legs and leaned over him, and began licking and sucking at Vegeta's chest.

Vegeta could feel the bile, begin to rise up in his throat, but was helpless as his body reacted to the lizards touches.

Freeza worked his way down to Vegeta's manhood, where he licked and sucked at the tip as it throbbed in front of him. Then he took him completely into his mouth sucking hard, enjoying the growls and moans of pleasure which tore from the prince's throat, while a steady stream of tears rolled down his face.

Freeza worked Vegeta's cock at a frenzied pace, loving the thrill of it pulsing within his mouth, and drinking him all when Vegeta was unable to hold back and exploded deep in his throat, heightening the lizards euphoria.

Freeza released Vegeta's now flaccid member, and gazed up into the Saiyan's tear soaked face.

“Mmmmmmm, you taste delicious young prince, now to see what it feels like be bury myself within you” Freeza groaned, while starting to stroke his own engorged member again.

Freeza easily pulled Vegeta towards him and taking each of his legs within his clawed hands, moved his tail round and began pressing it in and out of Vegeta's anus, making it ready for him.

After several minutes Freeza removed his tail, and taking his phallus in one hand while holding the struggling prince with the other, he roughly entered him, tearing a scream of agony from the Saiyan's throat.

Freeza placed both hands of either side of Vegeta's hips, gripping tight and digging his claws into him making it impossible for him to try and break free. He began to move in and out of him hard and slow, ensuring that Vegeta felt every inch of him burning him inside.

Vegeta clawed at Freeza, trying hard to push him away, and even harder to not feel the pleasure which was now taking over the pain. Great king's he wanted to die.

Freeza began to feel his own climax coming on and quickened his pace thrusting harder and faster, deeper and deeper until he exploded, followed by Vegeta who's own climax hit hard causing him to feel even more shame.

After Freeza had finished he removed himself from Vegeta, then began to beat him relentlessly before powering down to his natural form.

Vegeta lay on the floor, in the sticky mess, of bodily fluids including his own blood, curling himself up into a ball and crying for the first time for his mother since he was three years old, until darkness overtook him to the sweet oblivion of unconsciousness.

`End flashback'

Vegeta snapped back to reality, and leaned over the side of his chair, retching repeatedly.

He sat back in his chair breathing hard, trying hard to push the memories away from his mind, cursing them that they had aided in destroying the man he was to become to the man he now was.

Vegeta was a man without mercy, and man who hated, a man who killed men, women and children indiscriminately

He was also a man who was cruel to women, he used them harshly and degradingly, overtime trying to use the experience to rid the memories of what Freeza had done to him and made him feel. The lucky ones died instantly, the unlucky ones lived just a little longer, but the pain was enough to seem like an eternity.

“Computer” he croaked to the ships onboard system “Run a level two sonic sweep through the flight deck” he finished.

He then rose from his seat, checking the ships automatic pilot was correctly engaged before exiting the room, leaving the computer to do a sonic sweep through the room which would clean up the evidence that Vegeta had emptied his stomach in there.

He made his way through to the back of the ship, past the med room and mess hall towards his own cabin where he would shower and change before getting something to eat.

His room was small, and scantily decorated, it contained the necessities that all soldiers required, a bed, chair, shower cubical and pan, all in the same gun metal colour which everything on the ship seemed to consist of.

He stripped out of his armour, boots, gloves and battle suit, placing them in the incinerator chute which was next to the door and made his way to the shower cubicle, he made use of the pan facilities before turning the shower on to full heat, and then entered allowing the spray to ease out the tension in his body.

After he had allowed the water to run cold, he turned the spray off and exited it, flaring his ki to dry himself before making his way over to his bed and removing a package from underneath it.

He then began to dress in the attire he removed from it, pulling on a dark blue battle suit followed by white boots with gold tips, and his formal armour which bore the crest of Vegetasie.

He picked up the small bottle from the floor at the head of his bed a gargled it's contents, feeling it fizz and bubble within his mouth cleaning his teeth and tongue, removing the remenance of his earlier actions in the pilots room, then spitting it out into the pan.

Lastly he placed his black and red cape around his shoulders clasping it tightly onto the shoulder clips of his armour, flaring it out behind him, before grabbing his white gloves and heading for the mess hall to eat where no doubt he would already find Nappa and Radditz.

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Bulma had been working hard with her latest project trying hard not to dwell on the numerous interruptions she had received from Kakkarot that morning.

Since Vegeta had left Kakkarot had taken the princes words literally, hardly ever letting her out of his sight, even so far as to when she went to the beach for a swim he would be right there with her, in the water while she swam.

It had taken a lot of screaming and yelling to get him to back off and give her, her personal space; however she was extremely grateful for his presence whenever she found herself in trouble which was quite often.

Over time they had established a close relationship, with Kakkarot becoming like a brother to her. Though he was the same age as her, he acted like an older brother, even as far as to ensure that she never came into contact with any of the unmated males, once she had turned sixteen years.

Although this had greatly annoyed her, she admired his protectiveness of her virtue, although she often thought she would never be able to get a lover with him around. So she had conceded, instead focusing on her work, gradually becoming content with the company of Kakkarot, Turles, Bardock and her father as the only males allowed in her life.

Glancing at the circuit board once more of the prototype for the new defence mechanism to be installed in Vegetasie's latest battle cruisers, another invention she had designed, she sighed before throwing it into the far corner of her work station.

No matter how much she tried she just could not concentrate, not since she had found out that her brother was returning home for a year. She had tried to broach more information from her father but he was not able to tell her anything else, other than he would be arriving in six cycles.

This had been the reason that Kakkarot had continuously interrupted her all that morning.

For Vegetasie's most powerful fighter, he always held an air of innocence and naivety, which Bulma found a strange and sometimes unsettling combination.

Since Vegeta had left, Kakkarot had become the top fighter, and even though he was still a third class warrior he fought and outstripped the elites with ease.

The two most important things to Kakkarot was fighting and food, and Bulma often found herself thinking whether there would ever be a woman who could capture his heart. She found herself smiling at the thought of him falling for any woman, she would have to be a powerful fighter herself and be a great cook to boot.

Speaking of the devil, she looked up from where she was perched to find Kakkarot standing in the doorway of her lab, staring at her from under hooded eyes.

“You back again” Bulma droned.

“Yep, I just can't seem to keep away today” Kakkarot laughed, making his way to stand next to her.

“Like today is any different from any other day” Bulma retorted.

Kakkarot just shrugged his shoulders and Bulma rolled his eyes, before they both burst out into a fit of laughter.

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The next few days passed in a blur as the palace was made ready for the prince's return, the queen had taken it upon herself to ready Vegeta's room personally ensuring that everything was perfect for her son's return, while the king entered into heated discussions with his council, many of whom had worries over the princes `new' loyalties.

In the throne room, the king was beginning to lose his patience with everyone. While half of the council members had wanted to ensure that the prince was welcomed back with open arms. Only ensuring that precautions in relation to keeping as much of the planet's business transactions especially those concerned with technology hidden from him.

The other half had outright shown there distrust over Vegeta's return, believing that after seven years in his services and hearing the rumours about him that he was now well within Freeza's fold.

Bardock had sat at the back of the throne room watching in silence the happenings occurring between the council members.

The king suddenly called for silence then proceeded to follow with “Bardock, what say you on the matter of my son, your prince, where do you stand”.

Bardock look up towards his king, before rising and making his way to the foot of his throne “Sire, Vegeta is the crown prince and knows his loyalties lie with that of his people, however we should be cautious” he began.

“Continue” the king demanded” raising an eyebrow to his former general turned scientist.

Bardock took a deep breath before continuing “Seven years is a long time to change ones perceptions and even though he may hold honour to Vegetasie and her people, there may be unforeseen circumstances that mean he may not be able to withhold certain things from Freeza” he finished.

At this the king sighed and nodded in agreement, “then so be it, Bardock make the necessary precautions in relations to ensuring that Vegeta has limited access to our technology and future plans, until we can be sure of him” taking a deep breath the king continued “Freeza has allowed him home for one year, even though Vegeta might not be aware, my thoughts are that he has another agenda for allowing this”.

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The day of the prince's homecoming had arrived and things had been swiftly put into place. It had been decided that a banquet would be held in his honour, which was tradition on Vegetasie for any member of the royal family who had been off planet for a long period of time.

Dignitaries from all the planets loyal to Vegetasie and under her protection had arrived to honour the return of the prince, and hoping to gain favour with that of the king at the same time.

Amongst the dignitaries was and noble by the name of Lord Yamcha, who had originally come from a planet called earth but had escaped and settled on Omega prime shortly after Freeza's first invasion of his home planet when he was ten years old. Accompanying him was his colleague and personal physician Gero.

He had immediately sought favour with the king by offering his and Gero's assistance in any way the king needed and by presenting the princess with a gift of rare jewels.

Bulma had stood with her father before Yamcha in her usual formal attire consisting of a long royal blue silk dress cut low in the front and back showing her newly developed form and her hair piled up high on her head with some loose tendrils handing down.

Yamcha had approached her and taken her hand bowing low then kissing it before taking several steps back as protocol demanded.

Bulma had blushed and smiled at the bold move by this new acquaintance of her fathers, noting his handsome features.

His hair was a black and hung loosely down past his shoulders, while his face although handsome carried two scars which showed he had seen battle of some kind. He was dressed in a simple black loose trouser suit which still managed to show of the well defined muscles of his body.

Yamcha noticed immediately the princess's blush and winked at her, `this was going to be easier than i thought', he said to himself, while presenting her with the stones he had brought.

Bulma had thanked him and promised him a dance at the banquet for the lovely gift, and then blushing once more she turned and strode from the room, with a very annoyed looking Kakkarot and Turles behind her.

“What the hell is wrong with you two”, Bulma declared while tuting and rolling her eyes as the two followed her, growling deep within their throats.

Turles was the first one to speak “I do not trust that human, you would do well to keep your distance from him princess”

“Tules is right, you know he only wants to get into your pants” Kakkarot piped up, suddenly turning a slight shade of red at the idea.

“Oh great kings, I am not an idiot you know, firstly I can take care of myself and secondly how do you know he wants into my pants” Bulma said eyeing the pair while deliberately poking Kakkarot in the chest.

“I know you can take care of yourself princess, but you are unaccustomed to the ways of men” Turles spoke up, unfazed by her angry glares.

“Enough, dad” Bulma retorted, while turning and continuing towards her chambers to prepare for the banquet, and to ensure she caught the eye of this new man on the scene.

Turles and Kakkarot just stood looking at each other, both silently agreeing they would be keeping close tabs on the way wood Bulma, before silently following her to stand guard.

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Bulma spent the next several hours in her chambers going through her attire for the banquet, nearly throwing a fit of rage when she thought she could not find anything to wear, when she happened across a dress tucked away in the back of her dressing chamber.

She pulled it out and examined it closely, before smiling and placing it on the chair ready for the evening ahead.

She then entered her bathing chambers and quickly showered, letting her mind drift while the hot sprayed cleansed the days grime away from her perfect body. she was lost in her care free thoughts when she remembered the gravity chamber she had been working on for Vegeta when he had left.

He had asked her to have it ready for his return, and to deal with the emptiness she felt when he was no longer there she had done just that. The chamber had been finished and ready within a month of his departure and now sat in one of her storage rooms. Bulma decided that as soon as the banqueting was finished she would ready the thing for her brother; she even decided she would start making some upgrades for it.

She suddenly became aware that she had tears streaming down her face, and brought up a hand to wipe them away. It had been so long since she had last seen him that she wondered how changed he really would be.

Bulma quickly dismissed the thoughts of Vegeta and finished showering before she exited and wrapped a large towel around her body and a smaller wrap around her hair before proceeding to her vanity.

She began to apply her makeup, simple light dusting of powder with a hint of sparkle and black mascara. She then applied a liberal coating of lip tint, which brought out the natural colour of her lips and gave them a shine.

Once she had finished her makeup, Bulma began to dry and brush her hair as straight and silky as she could get it before she put on her undergarments, which consisted of a white silk bodice with matching thong.

Leisurely she strolled over to the chair a gazed down at the dress, picking it up she began to pour herself into it, then slipping into a pair of flat silk silver mules her look was complete.

As Bulma left her room she was greeted by two pairs of wide staring eyes belonging to Turles and Kakkarot, who were looking at her as if she had suddenly sprouted another head.

“What” Bulma asked all innocent like.

“Um Bulma, did you forget to put your dress on” Kakkarot choked out, not believing what she was wearing, this was definitely going to make their job much harder.

Bulma just smirked at the pair and strutted past them making her way towards the grand hall ignoring all of the lusty looks that the other soldiers were giving her as she pasted them.

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The banquet was getting underway, and everyone was enjoying the Saiyan's hospitality immensely.

The king and queen busied themselves greeting the many dignitaries and discussing matters of state.

Bardock and his mate Kiara were talking with Toma and Seripa who had recently been mated, after many years of running around each other in a game of wills.

Yamcha stood in the far corner of the room with Gero, watching and waiting for his prize to make her appearance, knowing that it would only be a few days until he acquired Vegetasie's most rarest of gifts.

Just as Yamcha was getting lost in his musings of what he would do once he had what he had come for the very object of his thought came strolling into the room, followed by two nearly identical looking guards.

Bulma stood in the doorway looking around at the immenseness of the hall, she had always found this room to be one of her favourites with it large sculptures and draperies in blues and reds lit up by the giant wooden chandeliers it screamed royalty. It took her a moment to take in the many faces that had suddenly turned their attention in her direction and suddenly was beginning to have second thoughts on the dress she had chosen.

The king gazed upon his daughter and for the first time recognised her, though reluctantly as the woman she had become. She stood before him in a pale silk silver dress that clung to her every curve. It was full length with two slits from the bottom, stopping just below her hips. The top of the dress was cut into a V and emphasised her now ample bust, held at her shoulders by two silver clasps. Her hair was flowing free down her back looking bluer than it had ever done before while the shimmer of her makeup made her eyes sparkle like the oceans.

Bulma cautiously approached her father hoping that he would demand she go change, however all he did was to smile at her kiss her on the forehead and lead her to the dance floor.

After the music began, everyone began to go about their previous doings, except for Yamcha who remained motionless gaping at the vision swaying in front of him with the king.

Just as the music came to a finish the doors opened and again everyone went silent but for a different reason. There with Nappa and Radditz stood Vegeta, in all his royal attire.

He stood motionless warily watching the throng of people staring at him, many of them looked like they were waiting to see if he was going to attack. A smirk pulled at his lips knowing that they were scared of him, having no idea what he was going to do.

As the king and queen approached their son, the crowd of people parted to either side of the room.

“My son, it is good to have you back” the king spoke up, resting his right hand on Vegeta's left shoulder in a sign of affection. Vegeta glanced and his father's hand and then towards the king before shrugging his hand away and turning to his mother.

Buruma looked to her son for any sign of recognition of the boy he had once been but found none, she smiled a sad smile at him before stroking his face lightly with the back of her hand then in a hushed tone spoke “come my son, you must be famished”. She then turned and made her way towards the royal table, where Bulma stood silently watching with a nervousness she could not understand.

As Vegeta followed his mother the king commanded that everyone go about there business and let the prince and his men enjoy the rest of the evening uninterrupted.

As Vegeta neared the table he noticed the most breathtaking woman he had ever seen, from the long legs and curve of her body which was barely covered by the slip of her gown, to the swell of her breasts adorned with a swan like neck. Her face looked that of an angel eyes that were sparkling and blue, and lips that begged to be kissed, her hair was long and silky and blue!.

Vegeta blinked twice, blue, her hair was blue, his eyes suddenly grew wide at the realisation he was looking at his baby sister, and what was worse was that he had felt himself hardening just from her initial appearance alone.

“Bulma” the queens gently voice carried “come and see your brother who has been returned to us” she finished before stepping aside to allow Vegeta to come face to face with her for the first time in seven years.

Vegeta looked at Bulma and grunted before walking past her to the table where he promptly sat down and began to pile an enormous amount of food onto a large plate eating it while he protectively kept one arm around it as if to ward off others.

Bulma just stood there with her mouth open at the indignity that was Vegeta, who the hell did he think he was, the arrogant selfish arse hole. She was just about to go over and tell him exactly what she thought about him returning home when she felt a warm breath at her ear.

Turing around she came face to face with Yamcha, who was smiling sweetly at her. She smiled back at him and was about the excuse herself when she felt him place a strong muscled arm around her waist the other taking her hand, whilst he pulled her towards the dance floor.

“I have been waiting all evening to get you to myself” Yamcha breathed huskily against bulma's neck.

“You presume too much lord Yamcha” she spoke, trying hard not to swoon from the nearness of his body against hers.

“Yamcha” he replied

“Huh” Bulma questioned

“Just call me Yamcha” he answered

“and you can just call her princess” a deep obviously annoyed voice cut in from behind.

“Kakkarot, what the hell is wrong with you” Bulma shrieked as he grabbed her and pulled her from Yamchas embrace.

“Just doing my duty” he finished as he placed her behind his back and glared at the scarred human in front of him.

Yamcha bowed and apologised before winking at her and saying “Until we meet again, princess” and walking away back to where Gero was waiting for him, annoyed that he had been separated so early from his future conquest.

Vegeta watching the whole scene unfold before his eyes, chuckled at the murderous look which Bulma was throwing at Kakkarot, while he stalked towards him, an annoyed look crossing his face.

Kakkarot completely ignored Bulma as he grabbed a large plate of food and sat himself down next to Vegeta without a second thought. Vegeta was in two minds whether he should kill Kakkarot for showing such disrespect or admire him for his gall.

“What do you want Kakkarot” Vegeta grumbled while continuing to eat his meal.

“Well I just thought, that seeing as your back, you can resume you role of taking care of her” he spoke in between eating large strips of meat.

Vegeta stopped eating and looked at Kakkarot in total disbelief at the audacity of the man, while Bulma just stood there not knowing whether to beat him to death with a rack of wild boar or just zap him with her personal ki gun, she always kept hidden in her bra.

“What the fuck do you mean idiot, I did not return to baby sit her whiny arse” Vegeta shouted while purposely waving his arms in the air.

“Well she is your sister, and you did say until you came back” Kakkarot simply stated totally ignoring the irate prince sitting on his right and the death glare he was receiving from Bulma standing to his left.

“Ex-fucking-cuse me you pair of ignorant shits” Bulma began only to be ignored as both Vegeta and Kakkarot began to argue amongst themselves.

She huffed and was going to start ranting and raving when she was unceremoniously shoved out of the way when Vegeta and Kakkarot still arguing made their way past her and towards the doors, obviously going to fight until the some kind of resolve was decided or they killed each other, either way, Bulma didn't give a rats arse.

Bulma was about to storm out of the banquet when she noticed Yamcha in the corner looking at her. She smiled at him and made her way over to where he was standing.

“So we meet again, princess” he smiled at her while bowing.

“Yes it seems we do Yamcha, and just call me Bulma” she replied a small smile gracing her perfect bow shaped mouth.

“Would you care for some air, I have heard the sunsets of Vegetasie are a sight to behold” he questioned while offering her his arm

Bulma placed her arm in his and walked with him through the great hall towards the doors which led out onto the terrace and the smaller gardens.

Once they were outside Yamcha wasted no time in pinning Bulma's body to the wall and savagely kissing her lips. Bulma gasped and Yamcha took the opportunity to slip in his tongue tasting her mouth and savouring her delicate flavour. Bulma melted momentarily before trying to extricate herself from his grasp, she pushed with all her might against his chest and he released her, staring into her eyes.

“I…I can't do this, I'm sorry, I thought I wanted to but, I can't” Bulma breathed trying to regain her senses.

“You know you want me” Yamcha whispered huskily to her, moving his hand to brush over her breasts feeling her nipple hardening.

“No” she cried, trying to push him away again.

“Come on babe, I know you want to fuck” he stated, while slipping his hand under the slit of her dress and stroking her velvet warmth.

“I said no” Bulma breather out raggedly, slapping him around the face.

He was about to loose his temper and strike her when Turles entered the terrace, looking like he was about to rip him to shreds.

Bulma quickly noticing Turles obvious mood quickly moved towards him grabbing his arm and asking him to escort her to her chambers as she was feeling unwell. The last thing she needed was to explain that she had lead Yamcha on, changed her mind then allowed Turles to kill him, somehow she just did not think her father would be too thrilled.

She glanced back once at Yamcha who just stood staring at her with the promise that this was not the end of their encounter.

On the way back to her chambers Bulma was silent, hoping that Turles would not give her the I told you so speech; however she was out of luck on that one, as soon as she entered her chambers Turles let loose.

“What the hell do you think you were doing” he bellowed

Bulma was too shocked to answer him back, in all the years she had known him which was since she was born, he had never raised his voice to her in this way.

“I warned you of him, hell even Kakkarot fucking warned you, but no, your such a fucking know it all that you can't even listen when someone tries to advise you for you own good” he continued ranting at an extremely fast pace, only stopping his tirade when he noticed the steady stream of tears running down her face.

“I am sorry my princess, but I have loved and watched over you since your birth, I will die before I ever see you hurt” he stated in a calmer tone of voice, while gently wiping away some of the tears from her cheeks.

He then turned and walked away to stand at the entrance to the hall of her chambers, giving her the privacy she needed.

Bulma ran the threw herself down onto her bed and cried, she cried until she had no more tears left and gradually through exhaustion fell into a fitful sleep.

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Down in the training arena, Vegeta and Kakkarot were going at it like two men possessed, punching and kicking each other and firing ki blasts. Vegeta lunged at Kakkarot landing a punch into his gut followed by a blow to his back once he was doubled over.

Kakkarot hit the ground with a large thud, before picking himself up of the floor and staring at Vegeta smiling.

“What are smiling at fool” Vegeta shouted down at his childhood friend, hell he was his only friend but he would never tell him that. Vegeta was just about to lunge down at Kakkarot when he suddenly phased out of his sight.

Vegeta was so shocked he had missed Kakkarot's trick that he totally missed the knee that connected with his back followed by the locked fists which struck him across his neck. Vegeta managed to stop himself before he hit the ground and flew back up towards him unleashing a flurry of blows against his opponent. Kakkarot managed to block most but a few got through, he got through a kick to Vegeta's mid sections sending the prince reeling backwards.

Vegeta and Kakkarot both hovered a few feet in the air from each other gathering large balls of ki in their hands each willing the other to let loose the blast, both smirked before letting their ball fly in the direction of the other hitting squarely in the chest, both going down, leaving them too exhausted to get up.

“She's still you sister and your responsibility while you're here” Kakkarot wheezed out.

“Feh…” Vegeta grunted, which Kakkarot understood meant fine.

They both lay there on the floor until Kakkarot's stomach broke the silence, emitting a large growling noise, Vegeta rolled his eyes even though his own stomach joined in with the chorus.

The pair of them laughed out loud before heading back to the banquet for another battle, this time involving food.

When they got back to the hall, many of the dignitaries had retired including Yamcha and Gero, and even the king and queen were nowhere to be seen. They made their way to the banqueting table and began to pile plate after plate of food before sitting down to silently consume it.

Looking around the room Vegeta noticed Nappa in one of the darkened corners of the hall practically hidden to all eyes with one of the palace whores getting a blowjob.

Meanwhile Radditz was trying to make his escape from his overprotective mother Kiara and Bardock's incessant questioning.

Vegeta began to resume his eating when Kakkarot's voice interrupted him.

“Bulma's not here, I hope she hasn't gone off with that bastard Lord Yamcha” Kakkarot stressed.

“What” Vegeta exclaimed “who the fuck is Yamcha and what would she be doing with him” Vegeta remarked, eyeing the Saiyan warily.

“He's some arse hole of a dignitary, who has been sniffing around Bulma since he got here, you know the one she was dancing with earlier” Kakkarot answered him watching the prince turn seven shades of red.

“Well it looks like I'll need to have a word with her” Vegeta ground out between his teeth.

“Hey Vegeta, what you getting angry about, you didn't even acknowledge her tonight” Kakkarot queried.

“She is the fucking princess, she is not to be whoring herself out to every prick that offers her a good fucking time” he answered, rising from his chair.

“Hey Vegeta, wait up” Kakkarot hollered, chasing after Vegeta as he made his way to the doors “where you going”.

“To see Bulma” he simply stated.

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Bulma woke up for the third time that evening, feeling crappier than ever, why had she allowed him to kiss her, more importantly why had she kissed him back, sure he was sexy as hell and he had wanted her as much as she had wanted him, but she just didn't know why when they had kissed it all seemed so wrong.

She stood up and made her way to her bathing chamber, stripping herself out of her clothes along the way and tying her hair up into a messy bun, well if she couldn't sleep she might as well have a shower and do some work, great kings only knew she had enough of it.

After a quick shower, Bulma wrapped herself up in a towel and exited the bathing room to come face to face Vegeta.

“What do you want, I thought you couldn't be asked to see me” she groaned, not wanting to argue with him.

Vegeta stood there staring at her slender body wrapped tightly in the overly small towel, watching the beads of water drip from her hair down her neck into her cleavage. Vegeta could feel himself becoming hard as the mesmerising effect of the dripping water also making him unconsciously lick his suddenly dry lips.

“Well” she began, cutting of Vegeta's train of thought.

“Stay away from that bastard Yamcha” he growled harshly, while removing his gloves and tucking them into his armour.

“Who the fuck do you think” Bulma began as she was suddenly lifted off the ground by her neck and pushed back against the wall, with a very nasty and very snarling Vegeta in front of her.

Her hands came up to claw at his hand, trying to release his hold on her to no avail.

“Let me go, your hurting me” she cried

“Do you think I care, you're all the same” he shouted, the image of Bulma, fading from his vision as the rage overtook

“If it's just a fuck you're looking for” Vegeta began as he let go of her neck and ripped of her towel, “then I can supply you with that” he continued as he pressed his body flush against hers, his obvious arousal digging in between her thighs.

Bulma gasped, both scared and aroused at the same time, what was going on, why was he acting this way and why did she want him to, he was going to hurt her and she knew it. This was all so wrong, yet felt so right at the same time.

Vegeta began to rub his arousal up and down Bulma's thighs, while scraping his teeth across her neck as he licked and sucked at her throat. He then used his knee to part her thighs and roughly pushed three fingers into her tightness loving the hissing sound of pain from his latest victim, totally forgetting it was Bulma who he was defiling.

Vegeta began to pump his fingers in and out of Bulma's entrance hard and fast paying no attention to the woman herself, just watching, as his fingers repeatedly disappeared into her body. She began to clench around him bucking her hips onto his hand, her pain mixing with the longing for release.

Vegeta was still watching what he was doing, when she began to pant hard moaning his name aloud.

“That's right let me hear you come, scream my name when you come” he growled thrusting his fingers into her harder and harder.

The feelings Bulma was experiencing were astronomical, she could feel her body about to explode and the pain he was causing her only seemed to intensify the pleasure. She suddenly threw her head back and screamed Vegeta's name as her climax hit her, causing her to grasp even tighter onto his shoulders for support.

Vegeta felt the woman's body shudder around him and he snarled as she climaxed over his fingers, her fluids running down his hand.

Vegeta brought up his hand to the woman's face intending to slap her for making a mess on him, when he suddenly realised who the woman was.

Two very confused yet completely satisfied blue eyes stared at him her blue hair sticking to her face as a light sheen of sweat graced her features.

Vegeta suddenly pushed himself away from her, causing Bulma to crumple to the floor in a heap.

His rage quickly being replaced with confusion, how could he do this to her, he had intended on just warning her to stay away from that creep, but seeing her in the towel had clouded his mind so easily, then when she had screamed at him, he just flipped.

Vegeta quickly turned and fled the room, leaving Bulma where she had fallen on the floor.

Making his way towards his room he suddenly realised that he was still hard and in need of release. As he neared his chambers he saw the whore that had been with Nappa earlier at the banquet, he smirked and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her into his room, slamming the door behind him.

He threw her to the floor and began to remove his clothing, growling at what he was about to lower himself to do yet again.

Once free from his clothing, Vegeta turned his attention to the woman in his room, when he looked down at her he could clearly see the lust in her eyes.

“My prince” the whore grinned.

He bent down on his haunches and grasped her by the front of her clothes, easily ripping them from her body.

He then pushed her onto her back and positioned himself above her and with one quick thrust he buried himself within her.

“Oh yet my prince, fuck me, fuck me hard” she gasped.

He placed one hand on the floor to brace himself, while the other he used to begin to choke her slowly, while he moved in and out of her at a hard and rough pace. Vegeta could feel himself getting ready to go over the top, she was writhing under him, but it was pain only, he gave her no pleasure, only taking it for himself.

The whore began to lash out at Vegeta, realising all too late that this was not going to bode well for her.

He gave several more hard trusts, hearing the cracking of her pelvis bone as he reached his peak, spilling himself deep within her, as he choked the remaining breath from her lungs, before pulling out of her.

Vegeta stood up looking down and the now dead whore, gathering a large ball of ki in his hand he released it, instantly incinerating the evidence of what he had just done then leisurely making his way to the bathing chamber for a relaxing shower and to contemplate on what had occurred that evening.

Bulma lay on the floor where she fell, suddenly grabbing hold of her stomach and thighs as she was racked with immense pain in the whole of her lower half.

She grabbed her towel and held it firmly in place between her legs to alleviate some of the agony, and slowly began to drag herself to her bed.

After much struggling and gasping for breath as the pain kept shooting through her, Bulma managed to crawl into the blankets of her bed and curling into a ball began to drift off into a peaceful slumber, while thinking about what had happened with Vegeta. She should have been angry, scared, disgusted yet as much as she tried she was unable to think of anything else other than the immense pleasure he had given her and how much she wanted him, even if it did leave her in agony.

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ok that's that chapter for now, I hope its ok, it would be nice to hear more of what people think, whether the story is good, boring etc.