Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Mark Of Destiny ❯ From out of the darkness ( Chapter 1 )

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Mark Of Destiny

Chapter One: ...From out of the darkness...

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To most, Love is a beautiful thing, fragile and sweet. To be in love, they say, is to be truly happy.

But to some, love is a vile creature. It rears it's ugly head at the most inopportune of times, capturing you, making you it's slave, and ultimately breaking your heart.

To these people, love is a four letter word.

Prince Vegeta, only son of the Royal family of Vegeta-sei, was one such person. At a mere eighteen years old, Vegeta's heart could have rivaled the arctic.

Cold, Barren, and completely unfeeling.

He slaughtered entire families while they slept in their beds, took slaves as young as six years old, and had been known to kill people simply because they'd taken too long when he'd called them.

All in all, NOT someone you wanted to meet in a dark alley.

Though he was still unaware of it, he'd sealed his own fate, as well as the fate his kingdom less than a month ago when he'd ordered the purge of the planet Earth to please Lord Frieza, until the day he could defeat him, that was, but that's another story entirely. Frieza's defeat lay not in the hands of Vegeta himself, contrary to what one might think, but in the hands of another. A young girl he barely even remembered meeting. A girl that would one day either save his life, or betray him to the very tyrant he had planned to murder.

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Bulma Briefs didn't cry when her planet was purged, not even one tiny tear. Not when she'd discovered that she was one of only two surviving humans, or when her fears that Son Goku and the others hadn't escaped before time ran out were confirmed. Her eyes had remained completely dry for the entire trip to the planet she was now to call home.

When she'd seen her mother and father killed before her very eyes, the tears had stopped flowing, and become more of a frozen river within her, begging for escape. But no escape would come. She's made a vow to never let the Saiyans see her cry again... Never let them see her true feelings.

So, when she discovered that she was to live the rest of her life out in the harems, she merely nodded in reply, before taking a seat on the cold floor of her captor's ship, never uttering a word as the tiny piece of what was left of her shattered. No tears fell, however, and this pleased the Saiyans.

Whores were more fun when they were broken.

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They arrived on the planet at half past one in the afternoon, but there was no fanfare, no royal welcome. Only half a dozen guards, and the Prince (though Bulma didn't know him at the time) were present when they landed, causing fear to well up within Bulma's chest. There were six girls total, and she was not a firm believer in coincidence, so the luck that there just happened to be as many guards as girls was a bit... unnerving.

"THIS is what I'm here for?" The man who she would soon come to find was Prince Vegeta quipped. "These vile, disgusting creatures are the best you could find?"

"Their planets weren't exactly well known for their beautiful women, my lord." Another Saiyan spoke softly, his voice dripping with hatred toward the women.

Bulma's blood began to boil. They'd not been allowed to shower in nearly three weeks, longer for some, their hair was matted, and they wore the same blood and gore covered clothes they'd been wearing since the day they'd been captured. She remained silent; despite the fact that she was sure she was going to bite straight THROUGH her tongue.

"They'll do... It's been awhile since the third class men have had any action, anyway." He chuckled, before walking carefully to the end of the line away from Bulma. "I'm going to give you all a choice, life in the harems, or a swift death." He approached the first girl, a brown haired girl of no more than fourteen. She shivered a bit at the close proximity, but stood her ground. "Your choice?" He asked, and ran a hand along the outline of her face.

"I'd rather die." She replied, before raising her head and spitting directly into the Saiyan No Ouji's face.

Vegeta merely wiped the slime away, before speaking again. "Ah, ah, ah... I was being nice, and THAT'S how you repay me? Death, my dear, you shall have, but not the swift one I would've given you earlier. No, I think... slowly... slowly, painfully, and as degradingly as possible. Yes, I think that's just the route for you. Nappa?"

One of the Saiyan guards stepped forward then, a tall, bald man that dwarfed everyone else in the room. "Sir?" The man called Nappa asked as he walked toward the prince.

"Send her, naked, to the third class training camp, with the strict orders that they share." He replied, his eyes shining sadistically.

"She's only a child!" Karen, the other Earth Woman, spoke up sending Prince Vegeta whirling around to face her.

"A child, hmm? Well, I'll tell you what, if you're so concerned with her welfare, you can accompany her." And with a mere nod of his head, the two women were drug away to their fates. "Let it be known that I tolerate NOTHING. What's just happened is merely a sampling of what I'm truly capable of. Never forget that." He turned then to the next woman in line, who muttered a quick

"Please sire, let me die quickly." And before Bulma's eyes could even register it, the woman's lifeless body fell to the floor, a smoking hole through her chest the only evidence that anything had even happened to her.

Surprisingly, both of the other girls chose death over being a whore and they were both murdered a mere second after the word was uttered.

Finally, it was Bulma's turn.

"Let me guess, death?" Vegeta asked, obviously bored with the entire situation.

Bulma hesitated only for a moment before giving her answer, one that would change her world forever.

"No, my lord, I choose to live."

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Vegeta merely blinked for a moment, before erupting into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. "My lord, eh? Hmm... Perhaps you'll do after all. Raditz?"

Yet another guard stepped forward then, his long hair nearly long enough to sweep the floor. He stepped forward then and bowed to the smaller man.

"Escort Miss..." Vegeta looked to Bulma for her last name then, and she gladly obliged, eager to get as far away from the sadistic Prince as possible.

"Briefs, sir."

"...Escort Miss Briefs to her chambers, and have one of the servants come by to tidy her up a bit. She learns the ropes tonight."

"I swear it will be done." Raditz replied, before grabbing Bulma roughly by the arm, and dragging her from the room.

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Bulma had never expected her chambers to be anything more than a cell of some sort, with stone walls and the like.

Therefore, she'd never expected to be treated as royalty.

Raditz took one look at her astonished face, and gave a small laugh. "Prince Vegeta insists that all concubines be treated the best they can. You'll have the finest things money can offer, but I wouldn't get too comfy. Most of the girls never survive their first night." He spoke, before walking down a long hallway toward the back of Bulma's, what she would later call, apartment. "This is your bedroom; all of your business will be conducted here. Your restroom can be found through that door, and your closet's over there. Other than that, I think you can pretty much figure out where things are." He spoke softly before exiting the room. "Good luck Miss Briefs, I must admit, I do hope to be seeing you again." He spoke with a wink. He then exited Bulma's apartment with the soft swoosh of the door, and she fell to the ground, exhausted.

She slept where she'd fallen, amid the plush white carpeting of her living room, only to wake again what felt like a few moments later to an insistent banging on her door.

"Miss Briefs?" A small voice called through the door, even as Bulma rushed to pull it open.

"I'm so sorry..." Bulma called back, but the rest of her words died in her throat as she saw who stood there. It was a girl of no more than eleven years of age, her arms loaded down with towels and things of the like.

"Good day Miss Briefs, I'm Sari, the Prince sent me to make sure you were prepared for the festival." The young girl spoke, her voice light and melodic.

"Festival?" Bulma asked, genuinely confused.

"Yes ma'am. Lord Frieza joins us tonight, so there is to be a festival. All free women are required to attend."

Without thinking, Bulma asked stupidly, "Why?"

Sari never missed a beat, however, and replied with, "Well, Miss Briefs, if YOU don't know why you're here, then I'm surely not going to be the one to tell you."

Bulma thought about that answer, and replied with a simple "Oh..."

Sari laughed, however, and entered the room. She headed directly for the bathroom, Bulma following closely behind.

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"Prince Vegeta?" Raditz spoke quietly as he entered the great ballroom, where Vegeta could be found supervising last minute touch ups for the festival.

"Raditz. I assume you delivered what's her name safely to her room."

"Miss Briefs, sire. And I did. Sari should be tending to her even as we speak."

"Well done. Now, run along and make sure the elite forces are prepared for tonight. I won't have them showing up in dirty armor and pissing off his lizardship."

"As you wish, my lord." Raditz replied, before exiting the room.

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Bulma sighed as she stepped into the hot bath water, the first actual water she'd seen in weeks. It was a whirlpool type bath tub, and even though her skin was covered in dried blood, and dirt, the water was circulated so quickly that the water never even remotely turned dirty. "This tub is really remarkable.. I wish we'd had one of these at home." Bulma spoke to the younger girl, who was at that moment attempting to wash the grime out of Bulma's hair.

"You are home now, and the sooner you realize that, the easier life will be for you." She replied before giving a victorious cheer when she managed to untangled a large section of hair.

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After nearly an hour of scrubbing, Bulma finally emerged from the bath, clad only in a towel.

"Miss Briefs! If you'll come to your bedroom, I'll assist you in dressing." Sari called from Bulma's large walk-in closet.

Bulma walked into the room, and gasped. There, lying on the bed was one of the most beautiful dresses she'd ever laid eyes on. "That's MINE?" She gasped out as she walked over and lightly fingered the shimmering fabric.

"Yes ma'am... That it is. Now, if you'll excuse my rushing you, we are on a bit of a tight schedule." Sari replied as she exited the closet, shoes in hand.

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