Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lost and Found II: Lavender Blues ❯ Vegeta's hesitation ( Chapter 4 )

Vegeta's Further Obstacles

By Trynia Merin aka StarbearerTM aka Polymer

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z. Toriyama and Toei and Funimation do. I don't get paid for this. I however own Tomique, Merlot, Parsnip, and other fan chars mentioned here. However the only remuneration I get is the reviews, so please, good or bad, read and review! Thanks!

Rated R for language and lemony situations!

 

Although the Earth's Special Forces had checked out the base Trunks and Vegeta saw earlier, they had found nothing else that could point them in the direction of the Androids which were soon to appear. Vegeta and Trunks had spent a good part of yesterday trying to convince Piccolo and Gohan that the Saiyan ships they'd seen were allies, not enemies. Goku of course trusted that Vegeta and Future Trunks had the best intentions, since Future Trunks trusted his father. Therefore, if Trunks trusted Vegeta, Goku was perfectly happy to accept that the newcomers were in good hands.

They now gathered in the living room of Goku's house. Chichi was visiting her father the Ox King for a much needed break after nursing her husband back to health. Also, Gohan had wisely suggested it would be less tense with his mother out of the way of so many people. She would probably go nuclear if Vegeta said something to set her off, and they didn't want any more problems then they already had.

So Future Trunks and Vegeta sat sipping coffee in the sofa opposite Gohan and Goku. Piccolo sipped spring water while siting Indian style on an ottoman. Krillen and Tien had declined to show up because they were still sore at Vegeta for the Yamucha situation.

“But how could you hide this from us for so long, Vegeta?” asked Gohan quietly.

“I didn't even know they'd survived. There was the chance that they were not viable. Sending them here was a last resort. I had hoped that I might someday go to Alvegasei and start the Saiyan race anew,” Vegeta said quietly. “Do you think I didn't KNOW how you idiots would react if I revealed that?”

“He's right,” Goku said. “You guys wouldn't particularly care for it.”

“But you actually WANTED to bring RADITZ back to life?” Gohan swallowed hard, glaring at Vegeta. “Do you know what he DID?”

“That monster almost killed Gohan, and you're expecting us to accept that he's reformed and that he'll be on OUR side. Sorry Vegeta, I don't LIKE it,” Piccolo said angrily.

“The same could be said for YOU,” said Vegeta with a smirk.

“Guys, please, this isn't the time for fighting! If Father says that he can handle Raditz, then we should take him at his word. Besides, I'm watching him. And we have an ace in the hole,” Future Trunks interrupted.

“What is it, Trunks?” Goku asked, resting his hand on Gohan's shoulder.

“Raditz' mate, Tomakt,” said Vegeta.

“I have a SISTER in law?” Goku suddenly gasped. “Wait till CHICHI hears about this.”

“And that helps us HOW?” Piccolo snorted.

“She is not much of a fighter. She's more a scientist,” Vegeta grumbled. “Much like Bulma. Although she was trained for fighting, her specialty was genetics and bioengineering. She will keep Raditz from being fool enough to mess up the battle with those tin cans.”

“Are you sure Vegeta?” asked Goku quietly.

“I am, Kakkarot. Besides, there's little you can do, because your brother's already revived and he's undergoing a crash course in Chikyuujin culture with Merlot, my historian and bodyguard,” Vegeta responded, resting his hands on his hips.

“So, we have to put up with your Saiyan warriors?” asked Piccolo. “that's just GREAT.”

“Piccolo, maybe they can help us fight the Androids. Vegeta says he's trying to acclimate them to earth culture,” said Trunks. “And I will be there every step of the way. I've met Professor Tomakt and Merlot, and I sensed they were truly loyal to Father.”

“You see, this young man isn't as stupid as the rest of you losers,” Vegeta snorted. “And I don't have to sit here and listen to your drivel. With or without your help I'll wipe those tin cans off the face of Chikyuusei.”

“Vegeta, do you know what you're doing?” Goku asked.

“I do, Goku. And I say we trust Father,” said Trunks. “Isn't it worth the risk to ensure that the Androids have no chance in hell of making this world a wasteland like mine?”

“I guess then we've got several new fighters to meet then,” Goku said. “But I want to talk to them, Vegeta. Especially considering….”

“Dad, you can't be serious. I can't let you run and talk to that monster!” Gohan protested.

“Gohan, please, I have to be sure about this. Maybe there's a chance that Raditz can change. After all, he has spent seven years in HFIL, right Vegeta?” asked Goku.

“Dad, that's not FAIR!” Gohan snapped. “You can't expect me to forget what he did to me, to US!”

“No, but you gave Vegeta a chance,” said Goku. “And I want to meet his wife. If I have a sister in law, maybe we can reach them both.”

“Fine, but I'm coming as well,” Piccolo said angrily.

“Count me out. I'm sorry Dad, but I can't have any part of this,” Gohan said sullenly.

“I'm sorry you feel that way, Gohan, I really am,” Goku said sadly. “Vegeta, when do we meet them?”

“In a week's time, Kakkarot. There is much they need to know, and I can't have you getting in the way of their training till I'm satisfied you and your special forces won't do something stupid to mess this up,” Vegeta said. “I won't have you provoking them to waste their time and energies fighting losers like you when they can be assisting me in finding those tin cans!”

“Thanks bunches, Vegeta,” Piccolo snorted.

“In the meantime we can look for the androids,” said Trunks. “Right Father?”

“You do what you wish, but I'm doing what I want regardless,” Vegeta snorted as he marched out of Goku's living room. “It's obvious I'm wasting my time here trying to explain far more than I should!”

“Father, wait, I want to help, we have to all work together!” Trunks said.

“Vegeta, settle down we didn't' mean it like that!” Goku called to him.

“I've had quite enough of you for one day, Kakkarot. I'm tired of dealing with you half wits. Go on your wild goose chase if you want with the Namek. I'm doing this MY way,” Vegeta said.

“I still want to see Raditz,” said Goku.

“Do what you want, but stay OUT of my way, fool. And not till I say otherwise!” Vegeta snapped. He marched out without even saying anything else, leaving Piccolo and the others to look at one another.

“Dad?” said Gohan.

“Let him go. I think we should start looking. But I'll definitely go and speak to these Saiyans when Vegeta says it's okay,” Goku said.

“I'll let you know what I can do, Goku,” Trunks said. “Father will listen to me. I'm sorry I can't go with you right now because I want to try and convince him to work together with you. But if you really need me, I'll come in a heartbeat.”

“Later then,” said Goku, watching Trunks reluctantly follow his father out.

“If we find anything we'll call you,” Piccolo said quietly.

***

Vegeta had returned home in a huff of anger. Trunks had done his best to try and calm him down on the flight back. So far all he could do was convince his father to relax and reconsider going it alone with the Saiyan newcomers.

So far Raditz and his mate were still in their private quarters, getting used to one another again as she helped nurse him back to health. Bulma had stopped her research for the day, and Vegeta heard from her father that she was upstairs taking a shower. Merlot was sitting in the living room with Mrs. Briefs, watching a number of movies that made Trunks groan.

Vegeta grunted, indicating that he desired solitude. Trunks volunteered to help Merlot with any questions he was having, and let his father know the instant that Raditz and Tomakt came down from their trysting to eat in the large dining area. So far they'd been assigned guest quarters in another area of Capsule down the hall from where Trunks slept. Vegeta naturally had moved into Bulma's rooms, so his quarters were given to Merlot near the GR since it was only large enough to accommodate a single person rather than a couple.

Having sorted out his strategy, Vegeta wandered upstairs to find his woman. He removed his armor and set it down on the dresser before shedding his blue AE suit. Grabbing a robe and change of clothes he wandered into the big shower and turned on the water.

Bulma was standing nearby as he entered the shower, drying her hair while she stepped out of the large Jacuzzi. They exchanged a few verbal pot shots, before Bulma realized he would shower regardless. She half wished he would ask her to join him, but sensed the foul mood he was in. Hopefully being blasted with a steaming hot shower would relax him enough for them to have some time later.

“Ouch, damn it!” Bulma cursed.

“What's your problem?” Vegeta grumbled from the shower. Mist hung in the atmosphere as he cleansed himself off.

“I cut myself shaving!” Bulma wailed. Vegeta grumbled, rolling the sliding door of the shower open. The heady iron scent of her blood caught his attention as she stood with one leg balanced on the toilet seat. To his surprise he realized Bulma had cut her leg shaving and had dabbed the wound with tissues. He smelled the pheromones within, inhaling sharply at the wave of lust it provoked.

He grabbed a towel, hitching it around his waist. Bulma gasped in surprise when she felt his hand reach down to move hers away from the cut. Lightly he ran his tongue over it, tasting the sweetness.

“What the HELL are you doing!” Bulma gasped, dropping the razor on the floor.

“Shh,” he urged. Amazingly her blood was so sweet and so desirable he felt ashamed for his lack of control.

“It tickles, you idiot,” she groaned as he lightly licked the stinging wound clean. Carefully he moved her leg off the commode, and picked her up in his arms. She gasped in surprise as he carried her into the bedroom.

“I cannot help it if you're so careless!” he hissed with mounting urgency.

“Whoa, this is nuts, you're actually going to take me NOW?” she gasped. “But what if one of your new SUBJECTS hears us?”

“I have very good hearing,” Vegeta said with a chuckle. He lay her down on the bed, peeling aside the covers. Laving her lips with soft kisses he groaned as he climbed on top of her.

Kissing Bulma sometimes brought back memories. Lately when he woke up next to his blue haired woman, pangs of familiarity twisted his stomach. If he closed his eyes he could envision the holes in the wall of his cell on Freza's planet, which was from his stray ki blasts. The frightened face of his bed slave Naiya and her sister Jennlyn when they were pushed into his cell. It was so long ago but yet so close to him now that Bulma's blood unlocked the torrent of memories.

A stab of pain went through Vegeta's heart. He hadn't even realized that he could claim to have had anything resembling feelings so weak and tender. A scab was ripped off an old wound in whatever remained of his shrunken heart and he stopped the kiss.

"No, stop," he muttered, taking the hands and pushing them away.

"I thought you wanted this," Bulma said, annoyed and flustered that he had stopped.

"What the hell…" he spluttered, sitting bold upright in bed. “Damn it why NOW must I remember such things!”

"Vegeta?" Bulma gasped. "What the hell's gotten into you? Who's Jennlyn and who's Naiya?”

“How do you know those names?” he demanded.

“Just now you dropped your wall, Vegeta, and I heard those names. Care to tell me what the hell is going on and why you're so weirded out?”

“Damn it all,” he cursed. “That's just it. I don't KNOW why now!”

“Take your time Vegeta. Why don't you just SHOW me if you can't put it into words,” Bulma said as patiently as she could. Her hand extended to touch his shoulder, and he flinched away. Swallowing her hurt she kept her distance, only letting her hand touch and caress his twitching muscles.

He turned away from her, hugging his knees as he huddled there. Anger filled him as he trembled spasmodically heaving in and out. Bulma suddenly sensed the anger and outrage mingled with sorrow filtering through their mental bond. Images of two blue haired females sifted through, bombarding her:

He was only 17 when he first saw the bed slaves. Napa had brought them to his quarters that evening after he'd humbled himself before Freiza. Now was the buttering up he sighed at the sight of two females trembling with averted gaze. At sigh of the Prince they dropped to their knees, shivering. One was barely his age, while the other was 20 perhaps. Both had long blue hair with silver streaks. Their bodies were marked with red and green tiger stripes, indicative that they were from Idsarsei 7, the pleasure planet that Frieza's men frequented.

The race had sold themselves into slavery rather than submit to being purged Vegeta recalled. Because of their surrender of their females to Vegeta's grandfather, he swore his protection. The males entered Saiyan servitude as forth class slaves, while the females were concubines to the many unmated horny Saiyan males. In turn, Freiza came to see this world as a place for his troops to recruit the best bed slaves. They were taken at a young age from the best families, 100 of them each year for Freiza's elite soldiers. Zarbon himself had one named Citrus along with his favorite Persia.

"His lord Frieza gives you these two as a token of his appreciation for your wisdom," Napa said as he held the gold leashes of the two beauties.

"What the hell are they doing here? I want nothing, you fool," Vegeta snapped.

"I would take them if I were you, Vegeta," said Napa. "It's a major insult to refuse a gift of Freiza."

"What the fuck do I need them for?" he asked.

"Funny you should ask. Freiza's heard talk that you've not bedded a woman. I naturally said that you hadn't been given the right sort of bed slave. Since you have no mate, you're entitled to a concubine or two. So I guess Freiza decided it was time that you fucked something. I suggested the Idsarjins because they're strong enough for us Saiyans to handle," Napa said. "Frieza let me pick the two best out and bring them to you myself with his compliments."

"I have no desire for whores. Take them away," Vegeta mumbled. "I would want a Saiyan female."

"Vegeta, you're a male. You need to fuck something sometime. There's no shame in getting laid. Your father had his own pleasures outside of breeding," Napa sighed. "Now would you at LEAST look at them?"

"Fine, just stop pestering me!" Vegeta growled.

"Take them, Prince," said Napa. "If you don't want one, then I'll take one off your hands. I'm sure he won't mind if you give me one of these gifts."

"They're mine?" he asked, reaching his hand out. Napa pressed the leashes into his grasp with a grin.

'Yes. Your slaves," he said. "But you have to break them in. Unless you want MY help."

"Then they're not whores?" he asked.

"Not yet," said Napa with a wink. "You get first crack at them. They're virgins. What better way to start your harem then with fresh meat?"

"Leave them here," said Vegeta. "Give the emperor my regards and that I accept his gift. I claim them."

"I would have fun and heed all my advice," Napa said quietly. "You know the Master enjoys watching his men taking full use of his gifts."

"Perfect," Vegeta grumbled. "Leave them and get out!"

"As you wish, sire,” Napa bowed and left the girls standing there.

With a deep sigh, Vegeta glanced at the gold leashes. Both girls were still huddled on the floor. What would he do with these two? Something made him sick to think that he had to fuck two scared to death girls who were barely his age. Yet he couldn't leave them for Zarbon or Dudoria, and if he lost face with Freiza he'd be hounded.

No, he had suffered enough humiliation to his pride in sucking up to Freiza. Now was the time to show them that he was a Prince, and a warrior. Besides, he could have fun with these two scared females without breaking them. He would show them all that he could be honorable and still masterful. Napa had told him many stories of pleasing females. His father had educated him in the maintaining of a proper harem. With these sisters he could at least pretend he was King of his own realm.

"You there, what are your names?" he asked.

"Master Vegeta, I am Naiya, and this is my sister Jennlyn. We are yours to do with as you please," they said.

Vegeta turned to them. "Are you trained to please me?"

"Yes milord," Naiya whispered. Jennlyn whimpered, shivering in fear.

"Do your duties include letting me fuck you as well as preparing meals and the care of my garments?" he asked.

"We do whatever you wish. It is Master Frieza's will that you order us to cater to your whim. If you should wish it, you have the power to kill us if we fail to please," Naiya stammered.

"Did Zelbreen train you?" he mumbled, knowing Zarbon's sister was the chief bed slave and keeper of Freiza's harem. Rather than have her die, Zarbon had sold his own sibling to Freiza as a gift. She had pleased him well, and had been rewarded with the task of training the new bed slaves from Idsarsei and the many worlds where the best women were hand picked for becoming whores.

Bed slaves were especially trained for the Elite. They remained in the quarters and cared for the garments and prepared the meals. Because request and mutual agreement did usually not share them except, they were a cut above the whores that served the lower ranks and files. Many of the whores were circulated about the ship for the third class, and were well paid for their experience. Others took females and raped them on the spot, then asked Freiza's permission if they were allowed to keep them.

Sometimes Freiza would insist on having first crack, or confiscate a pretty small thing to give to Zarbon or Dudoria for their whims. Usually if the female survived she was given to Zelbreen. Often Freiza hand picked the youngest maidens and gave Zarbon and Dudoria the enviable task of conditioning them as whores. But the very special bed slaves were gifts to his favorite Elite.

"Well, don't just STAND there, make my bed, and you draw me a bath!" Vegeta bellowed. He loathed the thought of having to fuck them, but knew this was a test. Damn Freiza and his stupidity. Maybe it was enough to have them humiliated.

"Hmm, I see that the Prince is enjoying his present?" said a voice over the video screen.

"They are adequate," said Vegeta. "What do you want, Master?"

"They are your personal slaves. Its your task to show them that you are master. Don't disappoint me, Vegeta. I have high hopes for you. IF they are not properly disciplined and broken, then you could easily lose them."

"Must I fuck them?"

"Of course. Show them that they live and die at your command. Use your imagination. And I expect them to be WELL trained if I wish to have them back."

"As you wish," he mumbled. "Let me have some privacy."

"Good boy, I knew I could count on you," Freiza leered. Vegeta sunk to the bed, hugging himself in anger and rage.

"Master?"

"Shut up. Bow in my presence, you weaklings!" Vegeta bellowed. "What are you standing there for? You draw me a bath, and YOU undress me and clean these! What are your names?"

"Jennlyn and my sister Naiya milord. We do your will, if that is what you wish," said the older.

"Good. Bow down and kiss my boots, and swear allegiance to the Prince of Saiyans," Vegeta said, knowing Freiza was watching. If he could somehow make a show of it, perhaps Freiza would take them back and leave him be.

Having someone to boss around wasn't so bad, Vegeta reflected. Suds moved around him. Before long, he soaked in a hot bath. Jenlynn stood by, nervous. Vegeta waved her over. "You, Naiya, scrub my back, and you, Jennlyn, remove your clothes. Get in here."

"Milord?" asked Jennlyn.

"Do IT!" Vegeta yelled. "I want to see you without that ridiculous garb!"

Slowly she shed her clothing. He motioned to her. "Bring me that tray of food, and feed me, and let Jennlyn take over the scrubbing," Vegeta said. Timidly the girl shed her clothes, and Vegeta gave her a reassuring smile.

"You are very beautiful, woman," he said to her. "Don't be afraid. Please me and I'll protect you well."

"Master?" she asked.

"Your majesty will do," Vegeta said. "Call me your Majesty or your Royal Highness. Fail to do so and I'll be upset and must punish you."

"As your highness pleases," Jennlyn said as she climbed demurely into the bath. He turned and motioned for her to scrub his back.

"Don't touch my tail or I'll spank you," he said. "Now, feed me, Naiya."

"What do you wish Majesty?"

"The fruit first, and let me lick the juice off your hands," he growled. Might as well have some fun, he thought. Freiza would approve if they waited on him hand and foot. Finally he turned to Jennlyn.

"Sit in my lap girl," he said with a low growl.

"Milord?"

"Do it!" Vegeta barked, grasping her wrist. He pulled Jennlyn to sit on his lap, and gently rubbed his hands over her breasts. Slowly he nosed into her neck, smelling her female scent. His groin stirred and he tried to remember what Napa told him. He had never had a woman before and Freiza knew it. Perhaps that would change.

"Touch me, with your mouth," he said, lightly pushing her down as he sat on the edge of the tub. Jennlyn slid her tongue down his member and he pulled Naiya towards him.

"Kiss me," he growled, taking the back of her neck and lightly pulling her face to his. She brushed timid lips over his, and then Vegeta slid his tongue into her mouth. Roughly he moved his head back and forth, reaching up to wrap his tail around Naiya. She knelt by him, rubbing his neck, as he tasted her sweetness.

"Good, don't stop," he snapped. Then he pulled Naiya towards him, rubbing her through her halter. She whimpered in fear and desire as Vegeta tore off her top, and squeezed her breasts in his fingers.

"Milord do I please you?" Naiya asked.

"Yes. You, Jennlyn stop. Naiya, sit in my lap. Jennlyn, rub my shoulders," he ordered. They shifted positions and Vegeta guided Naiya to lightly straddle him. He seized her hips with his tail, rubbing her over his lap.

"Take off your clothes," he said to Naiya, then pushed her down. She whimpered against as Vegeta reached up to rub her breasts. He lowered his face down to seize a nipple and suck on it. They were untouched and his, he thought. Someone to care for and boss around. Well, Frieza would get a show he would see to it!

Napa said a woman would be ready if she was wet between the legs. Her delicate skin was marked with red splotches that ran over her back, while her tuft of hair matched that lavender blue on her head. Continuing to thrust fingers into her core, he found that small nub of nerves Napa said was a woman's pleasure spot. He'd have to give Naiya to Napa later as a reward. Perhaps Raditz would like her better, for he wasn't as rough. Jenlynn he'd keep for himself. If Freiza wanted one, back, he would send Naiya to him. Jennlyn would be next after he saw that he could please her older sister.

"Tell me, Naiya," he said with a low growl, teasing her bare skin with his tail. "Am I your master?"

"Yes Prince Vegeta," she whispered.

"I'm your master, and you serve ME. Now give me your loyalty," Vegeta purred, pulling her close to him with his tail. She whimpered and closed her eyes. Vegeta caressed her breasts and caught her mouth in a rough kiss. When she screamed in pain he waited, and then rubbed her back.

"Hurts?" he asked.

"Yes milord."

"Move when you are ready. Feel what you do to me, and know that if you please me I will reward you," Vegeta said coldly, but she felt the reassurance of his fingers on the back of her neck. "Avert your gaze and NEVER look me in the eyes, got it?"

"Yes milord," she said as he took her. Vegeta groaned as he focused his power and energies. His brow creased with the effort to conquer her. Snaking his tail out, he slid it between Jennlyn's breasts and then started to tease her. She whimpered and cried out.

"Naiya, straddle me, and Jennlyn, kiss me,' he growled. Loud cries filled the room as Naiya found her bliss at Vegeta's rough efforts. He gave Naiya a kiss on her forehead and rubbed her shoulders. She had done well.

"Bathe," he ordered her. "Now it's your sister's turn to finish me."

Jennlyn bit her lips, whimpering. Vegeta put her in his lap gently, kissing her forehead. "Are you scared of me?"

"Yes milord forgive me," she cried.

"Shh, just let me you, and I won't hurt you," he urged, feeling sorry for her.

"You are so big and strong and I'm so small and weak," she whimpered.

"Let me taste you first," he said. The tip of his furry tail tickled her body with a delicate caress. Jennlyn cried out as he curled his tail around her waist and slowly brought their bodies together. Vegeta struggled to hold back his strength and take her in a way that would cause the least amount of pain for the little blue haired girl.

"Milord, it hurts," she sobbed. Tears rolled down her young cheeks.

"Shhh, kiss me," he urged, pulling her mouth to his. Sobbing in his kiss, she held onto him, her nails digging into his back. Vegeta slowly and tenderly made love to her, caressing her body. Her cries made his heart ache, but he knew he was less demanding and gentle then Frieza would be.

"Milord," she begged.

"Easy, are you taking me in? Can you please me?" he grated.

"Yes, please be gentle," she sobbed.

"Say please," he said.

"Please your Majesty, please," she begged.

"Good girl. Now relax and let me continue to please you," he said, rolling his hips. His tail secured her waist, and he stood up once more, cradling her in his arms as he conquered her.

"Ohh master, it feels so good now," she sighed after a time of soft kisses.

"Finish me off," he urged.

"Master,' she sobbed as Vegeta surged ki into her to protect her body. Grunting he squeezed her body as he reached his bliss. Tenderly he held her sobbing body, and released her lips.

"Naiya, dress yourself and clean up. I'm taking your sister to bed. You will join me presently," he said carrying the whimpering girl into his bed chamber.

Sighing, Vegeta lie down, and set Jennlyn on top of him so she could rest and feel the warmth of his body. He purred close to her ear, "You are quite a pleasant little thing. I'm well pleased."

"Master," she blushed. "Did I do well?"

"Very well," Vegeta purred. He leaned up to bite the ball of her shoulder, marking her as his concubine. Naiya strode in, putting the trays of food aside as he watched her hips swaying.

"Come here," he motioned to her. “Lie with us.”

"Milord?" she asked.

"Do it," Vegeta said. Naiya giggled as she lay alongside him. Vegeta kissed Naiya and played with her breasts. She lay down, licking her lips. Vegeta lay down on top of her, pressing her into the sheets as he gave her a slow kiss.

"Milord," she groaned. “Let me show you how a kiss can be.”

"Am I crushing you?" he asked.

"I will do what you will master," she gasped. Vegeta held himself slightly up off her, and enjoyed lying on top of her fragile body. Slightly he levitated himself while pressing every inch of his body to hers.

"Mmm," he said softly. "Don't move."

Jennlyn returned, and softly sat on the bed. Vegeta heard her sigh. He got off Naiya, and motioned for Jennlyn to lie down next to her sister. Spreading his arms wide he rested his weight on them together. His lips found one, then the other as he teased them with his tail.

"Is this tolerable?" he grunted.

"Yes milord," said Naiya. With both bearing his weight, Vegeta let himself cover his women with a sigh of contentment.

"Don't move," he said. "Sleep. I shall protect you.

Naiya and Jennlyn sighed with relief, rubbing Vegeta's hair and back as they kissed him softly. His legs bracketed Naiya's left hip, and Jennlyn's right, while his broad chest rested on their breasts. Between their necks he rested his chin, inhaling deeply. They gingerly pulled the covers up, grateful for their master who had treated them far better then they could have imagined.

Later, Vegeta shifted position, so either sister lay against his muscular body. His arms wrapped around both of them. A beeping of the videophone roused him and he sat up. "Get my clothes," he ordered Jennlyn. "Naiya, make the bed."

"Yes master," they nodded.

"Clothe yourselves," he ordered. "And don't speak till spoken to. I'll be expecting you to obey me without QUESTION."

"Yes Master," they said as they moved off to do his will. Naiya handed him a robe of silk as he accepted a glass of ylavorian from Jennlyn. He sat down at his desk, answering the bleeping com.

"Yes?"

"Well, have you broken them in?" asked Freiza's voice.

"Yes I have," he said. "They obey me without question. May I keep them master?"

"You've done well, Princeling. Today you are a man. But I want one of them back. You keep the other."

"You are most wise. But can I please keep them both if I do whatever you ask of me?" Vegeta asked quietly.

"I could be generous," said Freiza. "I have a mission for you and your subordinates. A planet named Gastric. It's rich in much wealth. And desired for purchase by a new set of recruits with much to spend. Do so and the whores are yours."

"Thank you, Lord Freiza," Vegeta said, swallowing his hatred. Frieza leered as he saw the blush on Vegeta's face. He let out a sigh as he felt the presence of his slaves.

"Master?" asked Jennlyn.

"Dress me. Your master is going away. You will await my presence with eagerness," said Vegeta. Standing up he stiffly let them pull on his spandex AE and position his boots. Jennlyn pulled fresh gloves over his hands while he placed his feet in the boots Naiya set down. Both girls lifted his breastplate and buckled it on.

"Good. Now food," he said. "Prepare my meals, women. And make it fast!"

He sighed with pleasure at the home cooked meat. Both girls were adequate with food preparation. They wore matching halter-tops and veil skirts of fine silver, which he had found in their garments. As he accepted a refill of coada from Jennlyn, he saw her face twist with fear.

"What's this? Are you upset? I demand a smile," Vegeta growled.

"Master, take me with you. Don't leave me alone," she whispered.

"What is this nonsense?" Vegeta barked. "Explain?"

"Majesty, while you are gone, my sister fears that others will have us. It's the will of Emperor Freiza."

"Damn it. You mean I have to SHARE you?" he snorted. He depressed the keyboard and hoped to catch Freiza.

"Yes my impatient Princeling?"

"Do I have to share my bed slaves while I'm gone?" he asked. "If you would be so kind as to grace me with your… wisdom?"

"They are a gift, but you are responsible for them. It is not for me to say if you leave them around. But if you loan them to me, or another of my subordinates they could be well cared for, provided you trained them well when you broke them in," Freiza leered.

"Where is Lord Zarbon?" asked Vegeta.

"He is on another mission. Why, do you wish HIM to have your slaves?"

"Yes," said Vegeta. "He will have Naiya. Give Jennlyn to me so I might take her with me. I need a bed slave to keep my pod warm."

"Very generous. But such a pretty thing will be in your way."

"She will serve my men," said Vegeta. "On second thought, both can serve my men well if you'd permit me to take them along. Nappa and Raditz would be most grateful."

"So be it," Freiza snickered. "You are learning well the use of women. See to it you don't quite while you're ahead. You shall leave at dawn. Make the necessary preparations. Lord Zarbon will brief you."

 

Bulma's mind reeled with the scene. As Vegeta continued to show her the memories she saw what happened briefly in the following years. She saw as he remembered that Jennlyn and Naiya had served him well. Jennlyn was smart he noticed. Vegeta was rarely seen without his bed slave or her sister. It gave him a status symbol when he dragged her and her sister around Freiza's compound on their gold leashes. They made him important if they were well kept. Even lord Zarbon was speaking to him, and that fat bastard Dudoria acknowledged him with how well behaved his slaves were.

He couldn't bring himself to let Freiza have them, so he gave them to Napa and Raditz as amusements with the explicit orders they were to be shared among the three. Napa was all too eager because Cabernet was gone and he missed the sex. Raditz was shy and needed the experience. Vegeta watched pensively as Naiya pleased Raditz before him, and removed the burden of his virginity with his blessing. Napa had been rough with Jennlyn, and the Prince admonished his elite with harsh words. Naiya was then given to the two Saiyans while he kept Jennlyn close.

Two years after he had first claimed them, Zarbon presented his two 'jewels' with fresh clothes. He stopped making fun of Vegeta as an uncultured apeling. For a time the two actually tolerated each other's company, till Zarbon requested Naiya. Vegeta like a fool gave her over, and when he returned the poor thing was bruised and bloody.

That had been the start of the rift. He placed Naiya in a regen tank, biding Raditz to watch over her. Zarbon teased the Prince for being so attached to his whores. But Vegeta made certain Naiya was either in the care of Napa or Raditz when he was not there. It took a long time for her to stop flinching at his touch. Whatever he had done, he blamed himself.

Then came the day he found Naiya had gone missing. Rumors had it that Dudoria took her and raped her within an inch of her life. Napa returned with the beaten body, his face filled with disgust at the welts on her. While he did his share of raping, he never came this close to killing his whores. Perhaps he was rough, but he always treated them at least as well as a favorite pet. Naiya was dirty and almost dead.

Vegeta knew she would never recover. She pleaded for her death. Vegeta reached out and caressed her throat. With a quick twist he snapped her neck and killed her. It was a better place then life as a humiliated timid creature disfigured for life. After he had dispatched her, he incinerated her body so nothing remained a clean death for a slave who'd pleased him.

Jennlyn was luckier. For many years she served him, and trained the other bed slaves Freiza threw his way. He was given the task of taking the virginity of many of the prettiest women on the ship before they were passed on to the others. But Jennlyn was never taken from him. At least until Bok Choi attacked him personally and stole her. Before he could carry her off, Vegeta aimed a ki beam, killing her instantly. That was the beginning of the end.

Jennlyn was luckier. For many years she served him, and trained the other bed slaves Freiza threw his way. He was given the task of taking the virginity of many of the prettiest women on the ship before they were passed on to the others. But Jennlyn was never taken from him. At least until Bok Choi attacked him personally and stole her. Before he could carry her off, Vegeta aimed a ki beam, killing her instantly. That was the beginning of the end.

Only a few years later he had been told that Cabernet was slain with her party. Then came the news that Vegetasei had been destroyed by a comet. Tomakt and Turles had been away on a mission when this had happened, so she had survived. She and Raditz shared a rapturous but all too short reuinion before she was transferred to Archalisei to catalogue the artifacts salvaged by Turles from the debris field that had been Vejitasei. A contingency plan hatched by Tomakt's father Khalif, Raditz' father Bardock and others had somehow saved valuable artifacts and shipped them offworld so Turles could retrieve them. Oddly enough, Tomakt and her brother had not scoffed at the visions of Bardock when the others deemed him mad. At the time, Vegeta was training with Napa. Then Bok Choi sequentially transferred most of the members of Tomakt's party to his command. The next he had heard, Tomakt, Merlot and Parsniv were slaves under Bok Choi as gifts from Freiza. Although Freiza had tried to cover this up, Napa and Raditz had uncovered the plot. Vegeta swore his revenge and did what he had to with the Idsarjins to retrieve any surviving Saiyans and fake their deaths. But Bok Choi had almost killed the remaining three Saiyans if not for the intervention of Tangelo and Kumquat sneakign into Bok Choi's camp and putting the three Saiyans in cryosleep after their tails had been removed. Buried amongst the artifacts at Archalisei and Bok Choi's museum, they were his last ditch effort if Napa and Raditz failed to find Kakkarot and earn money from a huge purging operation to bribe other members of Freiza's party to defect to his side.

But it had backfired when Kakkarot was unwilling to help his brother Raditz. Then Napa and Vegeta followed, causing a chain reaction that caused Vegeta's revenge and ideas of rebellion to implode. His followers and allies went into hiding, and then the next chain of events occured bringing about Freiza's demise. Now fate had given him a second chance, and Vegeta was afraid he would fail. So much was coming together and yet he was a tightly wound ball of conflicting emotions.

Just why he had flashed back to Jennlyn and Naiya was unclear. Nevertheless Bulma suspected that some unknown factor was the trigger. Now he needed her support and understanding more than ever.

“I'm so sorry,” Bulma said quietly when the memory download abated. In her thoughts she saw the image of both sisters's frightened faces as each faced death. She felt the hot tears of anger welling up in Vegeta's face as he was helpless to save those whom he had hoped he could protect.

“Why the hell are you apologizing, it's annoying,” he groused. “Does it shock you?”

“No, it makes sense,” Bulma said quietly, sitting there. Reaching around his back she hugged him tightly, kissing his ear. She sought to warm his body with hers, trying to give him the reassurance of her touch.

At first he stiffened, and then relaxed at her slowly rocking him. He sighed and said, “I couldn't save them Bulma. I got close to them, and they were taken away. I was laid low because I let their affection weaken me, and it almost destroyed me. From then on I vowed not to let any other woman get close.”

“Vegeta, why didn't you tell me this before?” she asked.

“It was my shame, Bulma. I locked those weak memories away because I hated that I wasn't strong enough to protect and take back what was mine,” Vegeta said. “I had convinced myself that Jennlynn or Naiya could bear my offspring. But as many times as I tried to impregnate them, they could not hold my children for longer then the briefest time. I began to doubt that the Saiyan race was worthy of having me as its Prince. Perhaps I was not strong enough to sire an heir. That's when I lost myself in vengeance. That was all I had left.”

“Fate was against you. So you were scared to get close to me?” she asked.

“You were so much like Naiya and Jennlynn. The blue hair and eyes, Bulma,” he said with shame.

“I'm not them, Vegeta. I'm me, and I love you. And you'll be more than strong enough to protect me from any harm. But you have to trust Trunks and the others to help you. You can't and don't' have to do it alone,” she said.

“I'm not ready to let those fools in, Bulma. It's not how I am,” he said as she pulled him down to lie next to her. They embraced and shared a soft kiss that she initiated.

“You let Trunks in. And you let me in. I don't' want to fix you, Vegeta. I love you how you are.”

“I'm not capable of love,” he said quietly. “Not like you think it should be.”

“That's not what love is, Vegeta. It's not that silly romantic thing I thought I had with Yamucha. It's more like how you and I are together. It's how nothing can break us apart and as much as we piss each other off we'll still be connected. I don't know what love is either, but I do know that I want to be with you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Very, now do me a favor?”

“What, Bulma?” Vegeta asked.

“Mate me,” she said.

“Don't you want me to `make love to you'?” he said sullenly.

“Mate me, Vegeta. That's all I ask of you. All I want,” she purred.

“That I can do, Bulma,” he said with relief. He hugged her tightly as he pulled her close, and they joined as Prince and his mate once more before facing the uncertain future.

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