Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Honour Bound ❯ Chapter seven - Subterfuge ( Chapter 7 )

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Chapter Seven

 

Subterfuge

 

 

The king was not happy to say the least, his daughter had suffered an accident in her labs while working on a piece of alien technology and as a result had been in her regeneration tank for several hours, well that's what Bardock told him.

 

In all his years of serving the king he had never lied to him, not once, but some how he doubted that the king would react well to the fact that his offspring were coupling and this had been the result. He shuddered at the thought when a beeping sound broke him from his train of thought.

 

He looked over to the control panel of the tank that held Bulma, noticing that the cycle was complete, it had taken a total of seventeen hours, and it would take several more for her to fully come around.

 

He swiftly drained the tank and opened the door which let off a hissing sound. Throwing a large blanket over his shoulder he entered into the tanks confines, removing the mask from Bulma's face, and securely wrapping the blanket around her before carrying her out to where her father the king was waiting.

 

Bardock delicately placed Bulma within the king's arms and watched as he carried her out of the med room and into the halls, making his way to her own chambers.

 

Upon entering her rooms the king gently lay her down and covered her with her bedding, he then took a seat which was near her bed and watched as he waited for her to regain consciousness.

 

As he sat in her room the king began to look around, he noted its strange design. Whereas most of the rooms in the palace, held the same colours of blues, reds and gold which were the royal colours, Bulma's was a light shade of purples and mauves, trimmed with silver. He smiled at how different his daughter was, one corner of her room still housed all of her childhood toys and even some of her first inventions, while her desk was littered with a mixture of circuit boards and toiletries such a face paints and scent bottles, such a strange combination.

 

He was brought out of his musing by the soft moans of his daughter as she began to stir, he rose and sat on the edge of her bed and gently stroked her cheek. Bulma's eyes fluttered open and she could see the hazy outline of a flame haired man, she smiled before whispering “Vegeta”.

 

The king who was totally oblivious to anything that had been going on between his children just smiled down at her.

 

“Daughter” the deep voice spoke.

 

Bulma's eyes shot open at the sudden realisation that it was her father and not her brother that was perched on her bed stroking her cheek, she thanked the great kings that his name was all she spoke she could imagine his reaction if she had said `oh Vegeta kiss me', he would have probably had an aneurism by now.

 

“How are you feeling my child” the king asked in his fatherly tone of voice “you had us all worried, Bardock, explained what happened”.

 

Bulma suddenly swallowed hard, the thought of anyone knowing what she and Vegeta had done making her suddenly feel very unwell.

 

“You need to be more careful when working in your lab, especially with alien technology, your lucky Vegeta found you and brought you to Bardock in time” her father finished.

 

Bulma lay there biting her now healed bottom lip, listening intently to what her father was saying, so they all thought that she had had an accident. Now all she had to do was think up a good story to go with her given alibi.

 

The king rose from her bed stating that she needed her rest and that he would send some serving slaves in with some food for her, she smiled and agreed with him before closing her eyes and drifting of to sleep.

 

Bulma awoke several hours later feeling better than she had in ages, she noticed the fruits and meats that had been left for her made her way from her bed to the table still wrapped in the blanket.

 

She took a seat and began to eat the fruit savouring its delicious flavour when her doors opened and Vegeta, the younger one stepped into her room.

 

She stopped eating and stared at him as he walked over to her, sat down and casually began to eat the meats which she had not touched.

 

He raised one dark eyebrow to her and asked “What”.

 

“I didn't say a word” was her reply.

 

“Good” he replied, before resuming eating.

 

“Um, Vegeta” Bulma began nervously biting her bottom lip, “are you angry with me”.

 

Vegeta looked into Bulma's eyes he could clearly see the concern consuming her beautiful face, she was worried that he had regretted what they had done.

 

“I'm not angry with you, and I do not regret what we did, although I do regret hurting you as much as I did” he began, “I told you I would not be gentle, but I also made a promise many years ago that I would protect you and not cause you harm by my hand, and I broke that promise” he finished whispering the last words.

 

Bulma looked at him, his dark eyebrows drawn into a perfect scowl making him seem so much older than he was and so much darker and sexier, a small smile pulled at the corners of her lips before she answered “from what I can remember, I wasn't your hands” then picked up a small piece of fruit and began to nibble at it, awaiting his reaction.

 

Vegeta raised his face to stare at her, his eyes narrowing into slits, now that he had satisfied her concerns; she was determined to rile him up. She was going to drive him insane, even now the way she was looking at him eating the fruit, its juice trickling down her chin, she may have only just got out of the tank, but if she carried on she would end up back in it very soon.

 

He rose from his chair and grabbed Bulma by the hair, making her yelp, he then pulled her to her feet and ripped the blanket from her body, leaving her naked before him. He placed one hand at her back relishing the feel of her silky smooth skin, and laced his fingers through her blue tresses pulling her head back, exposing her throat to him.

 

Vegeta slowly began to lick at her mouth and chin, removing all traces of the fruits sweet nectar, he then began of lick and suck at her throat and neck, desperately trying not to bite down, causing her any more harm at this time and also marking her as his. She will definitely drive me insane he thought as he felt her hands begin to wander over his back, before stroking lightly over his tail. Vegeta growled low in his throat, he could feel himself hardening to painful degrees, he pushed his arousal against her to emphasise what she was doing to him.

 

Bulma stopped stroking his tail, at feeling his need for her and moved her hand to cup his bulge stroking it before pushing her fingers into the top of his pants, pulling at them to try and free him from his confines.

 

Vegeta released his hold on her hair and assisted her in freeing his throbbing shaft, hissing at the feeling of her hand when she enclosed it in her fingers and started to pump it. She then knelt on the floor, looking up at him, and slowly began to lick at his tip, swirling her tongue around it, savouring its salty flavour before locking her lips around his entire shaft taking it deep into her throat while she kept one of her hands around the base stroking it hard.

 

Vegeta gazed down at her watching as his aching cock slid in and out of her mouth, growling at the sensations she was causing him, he grabbed the back of her hair and began to thrust faster and faster. Bulma could tell he was getting near; she just hoped that he was able to remain in control and not choke her to death, like he was beginning to. Moving her free hand from his thigh that she was supporting herself with, she began to rub at his sac, causing him to growl even louder.

 

Within mere minutes Vegeta's thrusts became frantic as he sought his release, his grip on her hair became excruciating and with a final push of his hips, his seed exploded from him, gushing into Bulma's waiting mouth where she endeavoured to drink every last drop of him.

 

Slowly Vegeta regained his control and released his grip on Bulma. She shakily got to her feet, whilst rubbing her now very sore head, “I better not have lost any hair” she chided.

 

Vegeta just glared at her while he tucked himself back into his pants, and then smirked before pulling her into a heated kiss. Bulma's mouth instantly opened to his invading tongue as it swept through her mouth.

 

Suddenly Vegeta stopped and pulled away, feeling the queen's ki nearing her rooms, he unceremoniously pushed her away from him and shifted back to his seat, while throwing her the blanket and telling her to shower before once more eating the meats

 

Bulma just managed to scramble her self into her bathing chamber when the doors opened and in strode the queen.

 

Bulma never showered so quickly in her life, throwing on as much scented shower oils as she could. She didn't even bother drying herself, just put on a pale blue robe and exited with her hair still dripping all over the place.

 

“Mother” Bulma greeted, while Vegeta just grunted and continued to eat not even bothering to look at her.

 

The queen smiled at her daughter before turning her piercing gaze upon that of her son and saying “Well it's nice to see you come visit your sister, or are you here just for the food” causing him to stop his actions and narrowing his eyes to stare at her.

 

“Just the food” he acidly remarked.

 

“If its food you want you'll find it in the kitchens, now leave I wish to spend some time with Bulma” she queen hissed at him.

 

Vegeta just scowled at her and stormed out of the room mumbling some choice words under his breath as he left.

 

“And I heard that” the queen screeched after him, causing him to wince, but also smirk at the way his mother stilled tried to instil her wrath upon him.

 

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Two loan figures sat in a small ship on the outskirts of Vegetasie's capital, making the final preparations for their plans. Time was running out, their sensors had picked up the small ship that had been trailing them since they had last been to earth. The ship would be arriving in two cycles and if its occupant informed the Saiyan king of what they had done and why they were no doubt there then their lives would be forfeit.

 

Yamcha nodded in confirmation to Gero, they would have to act tonight and be off the planet before morning if they were to succeed. While Gero would create a diversion by sabotaging the palace's power generators, Yamcha would be left to take the princess unnoticed.

 

Yamcha and Gero exited the ship and nodding once in agreement each went their separate ways in order to carry out their mission.

 

Gero headed towards the west of the palace, tools in hand. While the generators were a complex system run from a highly advanced computer, for a genius like himself it would be child's play. He cautiously advanced towards the entrance, ducking behind a cluster of trees which stood at the boundaries of the forest.

 

He narrowed his eyes, watching the two guards who stood at the entrance, before taking a long silver cylinder device in his left hand while using his right to focus the eyepiece. Gero cocked the trigger of the laser and fired at the two unsuspecting guards, its beam cutting through them both simultaneously, killing them instantly.

 

“Child's play” he laughed before moving out of his hiding place and stealthily moving towards the door. He attached his remote decoder to the locking mechanism and hit the green switch causing it to short and the door to open.

 

Gero wasted no time in entering the building, he checked his timer, he had approx one standard hour to set everything, which was plenty of time for him to sabotage the main reactor by entering a multi wave virus into the hard drive of the computer system.

 

Although the virus would not do permanent damage and would be easy enough to remove, it would create chaos, which is what they wanted in order to give Yamcha the perfect opportunity in grabbing his prize. It took Gero less than forty minutes to install the virus, still giving him plenty of time to make it back to the ship and prepare for departure.

 

Yamcha hid himself in the small utility closet where he had killed the guard the night he had been spying on Bulma. The method he had used had meant that no matter how much they examined the corpse they would be unable to detect the source of demise, a nice little device Gero had come up with. All he had to do now was wait for the chaos to begin to make his move, then he would obtain that which he had travelled to far to gain.

 

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Bulma had not seen Vegeta for the last few days, what with her busy work schedule and his constant training; at least he was making use of the gravity chamber she had devised for him. She found however, that once she was alone in her chambers she was consumed with thoughts of him and what it was they were doing. What were they doing?, sure there was this unnatural attraction to each other, hell it was more than attraction, well on her part it was.

 

For some unknown reason Bulma was finding it painful to be away from him even more than when she was with him. Vegeta was harsh and brutal when they were together and however sick it may be Bulma found herself beginning to crave it.

 

She craved the pain he gave her as much as the pleasure, well not the broken bones but the rest. He made her body feel things that she knew no one else could ever do, he gave her raw passion, the type of passion that one found only once in a lifetime if they were lucky.

 

Having dismissed the guard on duty earlier, by informing him that she would be safely locked away in the confines of her room where no harm could come to her, she had taken a shower readying herself for bed.

 

Bulma lay back on her bed musing over the things that Vegeta could do and had done to her, feeling herself growing hotter with each thought. Slowly she began to run her hands over her body imaging that they were Vegeta's, touching every part of her naked flesh. She moved her hands up to her breast and began to brush her fingers over her nipples feeling them swell into hardened nubs.

 

She was pulled out of her fantasy when a shadow moved from her balcony door to stand at the foot of her bed. Her eyes grew wide and she gasped as she was the penetrating dark eyes of Vegeta staring at her. Silently he moved and crawled onto the end of her bed; sitting crossed legged, still staring at her.

 

Bulma instantly stopped what she was doing and went to sit up only to be stopped by the words that were spoken to her.

 

“Don't stop, show me, let me see you touch yourself……touch yourself for me” was all Vegeta said, and then waited.

 

Bulma looked into his eyes and saw in them the yearning he had for her, she lay back on her bed and began to explore her body with her hands as he asked. She began by brushing her fingertips once again over her now hardened nipples, then pinching and twisting them hard making her moan at the pleasure she was giving herself.

 

Vegeta sat there totally transfixed by what she was doing to herself, never had he seen a woman pleasuring herself, he had never given them the chance, but she was different and he did not know why.

 

He had already been hard before he had even come to her rooms, which was the reason he had, he had tried all day to extinguish the lusting thoughts he was having about her, training in the gravity room had not helped, neither had beating twelve shade of blue out of Kakkarot. He had even called for one of the palace whores, however that had been short lived as was she, leaving him reeking of her scent and death. That's when he had conceded his need for his sister and her only, showering to remove any traces of the other woman from his skin before seeking her out.

 

Vegeta's eyes followed Bulma's hands as they glided across her body, her fingers dipping into the velvet folds of her womanhood. She rotated her middle finger over her hardened clit, before slipping two fingers into her warmth, pumping them in and out while bucking her hips trying to get them as deep as she could. She brought her other hand up to her breasts and pinched at her nipples again, gaining as much pleasure as she could.

 

Bulma thrust her fingers harder and harder, while bucking her hips faster and faster as she came hard and fast, throwing her head back and screaming Vegeta's name. Slowly she relaxed and withdrew her fingers from her dripping core.

 

Vegeta grasped her hand just as she was about to clean it and brought it to his lips. He inhaled her scent deeply before sucking and licking each finger removing all of her juices, while continuing to stare at her hungrily.

 

Bulma looked at him with a satisfied gaze and licked her lips before saying in her best sexy voice “your turn”.

 

Vegeta's eyes widened at what she was implying, she wanted to see him touch himself, like she had. “I will, but you will have to touch yourself again” he stated.

 

Bulma's eyes clouded over with lust and she simply nodded and began to roam her hands over her body once again watching as he released himself from the confines of his pants. She watched as he grasped his shaft tight and began to pump his hand up and down at a steady pace.

 

Vegeta watched Bulma through hooded eyes while he stroked himself over and over, watching as she pleasured herself once again by his request. His stroking became more and more urgent as he felt himself nearing his release. Bulma watched intently as Vegeta's need for release began to rise, the tiny drops of pre come seeping from its tip making her lick her lips.

 

Vegeta watched as Bulma ceased in her ministrations and crawled over to him relinquishing his cock from his hand as her own began to work its magic. He watched as she licked at the glistening tip, tasting his salty liquid before taking him fully into her hot wet mouth and sucking him hard while groping his sac as it began to constrict triggering his release, his hot seed burning its way down her throat and she greedily drank it all up without spilling a drop.

 

She rose up onto her knees and looked deep into his eyes, begging him to take her and give her the pain she knew he wanted to give, while he thrust deep within her. Seeing her pleading eyes Vegeta shifted himself on to his haunches, and roughly pushed her back onto the bed his eyes telling her that he would answer her pleas.

 

Just as he was about to thrust himself into her, the palace alarms sounded and the noise of guards could be heard rushing about the corridors. Vegeta leaped from the bed pulling up his pants and instructed Bulma to get dressed and stay hidden until he returned; he then left her to find out what was happening.

 

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Once Vegeta had left her room, Bulma wasted no time; she ran into her dressing chamber and pulled on a navy blue training suit, and a pair of black boots. She decided against the underwear as the suit was designed to be tight enough to keep everything in place. She giggled momentarily thinking about how well Vegeta's suits kept him nice and snug, when the sound of her door being opened caused her to snap her head around.

 

“Yamcha” she whispered, as she frantically looked around for a way to escape only to come up short, “You did this, you set of the alarms didn't you… didn't you” she screamed as her anger and fear took hold.

 

Yamcha remained deathly silent as he made his way towards Bulma, pulling out a pair of specially designed hand braces from a small bag strapped to his waist. Bulma's eyes widened in horror, as she became aware of what his intentions towards her were. Releasing a breath that she had been holding she bolted over her bed frantically scrambling to make it to the door only to be stopped as a hand grabbed onto her hair and roughly pulled her back into her room.

 

Bulma rubbed the back of her head as she tried to remain focused and get herself up of the floor, `what was it with people and pulling her hair' she thought to herself, before she felt the hot stinging sensation of being slapped across the face causing her head to snap to the side.

 

She turned her head to find Yamcha kneeling over her, cuffs in hand, making her heart pound as dread began to sweep over her. Bulma kicked out with both her feet, knocking him off balance before she scrambled to her feet and again tried to make it to the door.

 

Yamcha grabbed her ankle as she attempted to run past him, causing her to fall onto her desk, and hitting the side of her head splitting it open, before she hit the floor. As soon as she hit the floor Yamcha was upon her, he punched her once in the stomach hard, sucking the air from her lungs. In a last ditch attempt she screamed, screamed for Vegeta to come, screamed for Turles to come, screamed for anyone to come and save her.

 

Yamcha was starting to loose his patience and slapped her repeatedly around the face until she stopped, smiling as the steady flow of blood seeped from her nose and mouth, causing her to choke. He then took the cuffs and placed them on, setting the controls which gave her a large shock of electricity knocking her unconscious instantly.

 

He then yanked her up of the floor and threw her over his shoulder before activating his personal cloaking shield which hid both himself and Bulma, then leisurely made his way from her chambers and out of the palace towards his waiting ship.

 

Vegeta made his way through the flurry of rushing guards, trying to get to the security rooms. He burst through the doors, the king and Bardock already there going over all the systems computers trying to find out what the hell had triggered them off.

 

Bardock typed frantically at the keyboard while the king paced up and down and frown firmly in place.

 

“What the fucks going on” Vegeta bellowed.

 

“We don't know as yet brat, Bardock is checking the systems now” the king replied, his anger clearly contained in his voice.

 

Before Vegeta had time to rebut his fathers reply, the doors burst open and Kakkarot and Turles burst in, wasting no time in informing them about the two guards dead at the power generator and that it had been breached.

 

Bardock's hand flew over the keyboard pulling up the relevant computer files for the generator immediately finding the virus, quickly typing in an override code; the programme instantly rebooted resulting in the alarms seizure, sighing in relief as he explained that it was never intended to cause damage.

 

“Why would someone purposely mess with the generators, yet not outright destroy them” Kakkarot questioned.

 

Vegeta stood with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes closed drawing his features in to a frown. He knew about this sort of thing, it was something him, Nappa and Radditz would sometimes use in order to set the natives off while they acquired something that Freeza had wanted without there knowledge.

 

“Subterfuge” Vegeta ground out.

 

Everyone turned there heads towards Vegeta at his simple one worded answer, the realisation suddenly spreading its way across each of their faces. They had the answer at to why, now all they needed was to know for what purpose. Each of them went silent and the wheels turned in their minds as to what could possibly require such an underhanded trick.

 

“But for what purpose” Turles queried.

 

“Technology” Kakkarot spoke up.

 

“I don't think so ”Bardock spoke up, “our technology is acquired from other planets” he finished.

 

“I know that, but not the stuff Bulma had invented” kakkarot proclaimed proudly.

 

“Even so it would take them months to work out her inventions” Bardock replied.

 

Kakkarot thought for a moment then rebutted “Then wouldn't it be easier for them to just take Bulma with it”

 

All eyes suddenly went to Kakkarot, as his own widened in realisation at what he was saying, making him feel like he had just warranted her death sentence.

 

Vegeta shot out of the room nearly taking the doors with him, the rest of them hard at his heels. Making it to her chambers in mere minutes they were met with an empty and deathly silent room.

 

Vegeta's eyes scanned the area, as his nose instantly picked up the smell of fresh blood, her blood, and the scent of the person who had been there before when the guard had been killed, making him growl as the rage began to consume him, someone had hurt her, someone had taken her and someone would pay.

 

Everyone took several steps back as Vegeta's power level began to rise, a blue aura surrounding him giving of waves of anger and all consuming hate, he let out a roar as the power consumed him entirely before he fell to his knees. He had failed in his promise, he had failed to protect her and keep her safe and now she was gone.

 

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Everyone the king had called for gathered and waited in the throne. Nappa and Radditz sat in the far corner with Kakkarot and Turles, while Bardock and Toma went over the lists of all ships that had left planet side in within the last cycle, so far only three were unaccounted for.

 

The royal trio entered the room, the king and Vegeta held their usual stoic faces, while it could clearly be seen that the queen was completely broken.

 

Each began to inform the royals their findings, they had swept the planet entirely, calling out every warrior and guard to leave no stone unturned, however they had come up empty, there had been no trace of Bulma whatsoever. Several small ships had left and nearly all were being hunted as they spoke, even those belonging to Saiyan traders, no one was to be left untouched.

 

After three hours and many arguments Vegeta exploded, this was getting them nowhere, none of them had a fucking clue as to where she may be, he was about to kill all of them when a voice halted him in his tracks

 

“I think I can help you” the voice spoke.

 

They all turned to see a short bald headed man dressed in an orange and black gi, standing in the doorway a guard on either side of him.

 

Vegeta's eyes narrowed and he was about to attack him when the queen spoke for the first time since she had arrived.

 

“Tell me, where is my daughter” she whispered in a choked breath, trying desperately to contain what remaining composure she had left.

 

“You had a dignitary here by the name of Lord Yamcha, a scarred human” he began “he would have been here with his personal physician Gero, they have taken her” he finished, watching as they each took in the information he had just given them.

 

“Who are you” the king inquired “and why should we trust what you tell us”

 

“I am called Krillen, and I know this because he done the same to me, he stole my wife” the bald man replied, the obvious pain etched in his words.

 

Over the next few hours Krillen filled them in on everything Yamcha was and had done. He had originally come from earth and had set up home on Omega prime as he had told them during the princes homecoming banquet, that's where he had met Gero. Gero was a surgeon and scientist who had a sick obsession with altering living beings into mechanical monsters, while Yamcha had an unhealthy obsession with breaking young women. This had been the beginning of their partnership and the start of Krillen's nightmare.

 

He had been living on earth with his new bride 18, she was called that as it had been the branding number she had received when taken by the slavers as a young child, and had no other memories of who she had been. Krillen had been part of a liberation group set up by a scientist named Briefs, part of his job being to free slaves, that was where he had met 18, he had instantly fallen in love with her and while she kept him at arms length for a long time she had gradually fallen in love with him and they had married. Then Yamcha had shown up, pretending to want to aid in freeing the slaves, in reality he had just wanted 18 and that's exactly what he had done.

 

He had waited until Krillen had left on a mission and then took her, the only reason Krillen knew it was Yamcha, was that he had failed to kill the watch guard. Krillen had wasted no time in going after him, however he always seemed to be one step behind that of Yamcha.

 

He had nearly caught up to him once a few months later when he had followed Yamcha back to earth; apparently he had found a warrior princess to his liking and had infiltrated her father's castle, building up his trust and then taking his only child, killing him in the process.

 

That's when he found out exactly what was happening to those Yamcha took. He had been making his way to where Yamcha's ship had landed and came across a half mad girl, no more than seventeen years old, who had managed to escape.

 

He had taken her back to Briefs in the hope of getting her healed, she seemed to make a full recovery except to the constant nightmares, and had told them all that she could.

 

She was a humanoid, although not from earth, she had been taken from her family by Yamcha when she was fifteen years of age. He had kept her chained to a bed for months, most nights he would rape her repeatedly, performing every sexual act he could think off. Other nights he would just defile her with strange devices, laughing as she was helpless to stop the feelings of pleasure which his machines caused, then he would beat her.

 

When he had become bored he had just handed her over to Gero, who experimented on her, collecting her genetic makeup and then attempting to add cybernetics to her body with the hopes of making the perfect cyborg. She had not been the first and many young girls had died by his hand due to his work, shortly after so did she.

 

Briefs had carried out a series of examinations on the girl's corpse and deduced that Gero experiments had ultimately caused her death. He had left immediately afterwards and it had led him here to Vegetasie.

 

“Now he has your princess and he will do to her what he has done to so many others, they will also extract her Saiyan genetics” Krillen concluded.

 

“No they won't” the kings voice broke, as the queen who had broken down completely, upon hearing just what was in store for her daughter, grasped his arm, while Bardock nodded in understanding “they won't get any Saiyan DNA, not from Bulma”.

 

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean father” Vegeta's voice rang out through the now silent room.

 

The king took a deep breath and began “it mean's my son that Bulma”………..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Authors notes - ha ha, left you on a cliffy (although you probably all know what's coming next)

 

And yes I'm sick all I can write is sex, sex and a little violence with sex, I need therapy.