Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Not By Choice ❯ Vile ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Zeta Kizzy 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.16.2011 | Updated On: 11.25.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 260 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.16.2011 | Updated On: 11.25.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 260 | Status: Completed
Not By Choice
Chapter 2: Vile
Mieke looked around the darkened palace’s corridors. She cursed lightly under her breath. Apparently she had gotten lost somewhere between evading the prince and heading for the back door to the palace. She stopped and leaned against the wall. Mieke stared out a window across from her, gazing at the crescent moon.
“I’m tempted just to blast a hole in the wall. That’d make a perfect exit,” she mumbled while holding her right arm out.
“That’s a very naughty thing to do,” a voice said.
Mieke’s eyes darted to the right and she lowered her arm as Vegeta came around the corner. She tried to run but he caught hold of her arm before she got two steps. Mieke frowned and squirmed to get away from him. Vegeta simply pushed her against the wall and looked drunkenly down at her.
Mieke let out a long sigh. “Why won’t you leave me alone? You just met me last week and already you’re stalking me,” she said.
“Why do you insist on making me chase you? I’m being NICE by engaging in this childish game. You should feel special. Normally I just demand and I receive. The least you could do is afford me the time of day,” Vegeta said, slurring a bit.
Mieke scoffed; he smelled of very strong liquor. “Why should I do that? Hmm? Because you’re the prince? You think that single detail entitles you to my ‘attention’?” she asked.
Vegeta nodded. “If I so chose, I could FORCE your ‘attention.’ However, I prefer my women to come somewhat willingly. Besides,” he traced Mieke’s jaw line, “no woman rejects royalty.”
Mieke rolled her eyes. The guy was arrogant beyond belief. What did he want from her? Why was she so special? She slapped his hand away forcefully. That action obviously surprised him and he sobered up somewhat. Mieke shoved him back a bit.
“Well, I suppose there’s a first time for everything,” she whispered. She turned and walked away.
Vegeta stood in shock for a moment, blinking the drunkenness out of his eyes. His initial shock was replaced by anger. He squeezed his fists together and stalked after the retreating Saiyan. Mieke barely turned her head before Vegeta’s large, muscular hand closed around her much smaller neck. She let out a weak gasp as she was pulled by her neck into an alcove along the wall.
Mieke glared up at the prince, breathing a bit hoarsely from the force he used. He was now towering over her in a much more ominous and dominating fashion. He appeared to be a bit angry with her as well. She found herself strangely attracted to him, but not frightened at all given her predicament.
I believe that should be the other way around. I have no idea what he might do to me. Plus, he’s drunk, she mused as she pulled his hand away from her and straightened her dress.
“Something wrong?” Mieke asked. She had just finished her sentence when Vegeta was holding her neck again. She stared him back in the eye. “Let me go, you barbarian.”
Vegeta swallowed, trying to regain his composure. “You will not speak to me any way you please, bitch. I have been... far too lenient with you,” he fumbled out.
“Is that so?” Mieke narrowed her eyes. She knew it was dangerous to egg the prince on, especially while he was tipsy. But the more she egged him on, the more she became oddly aroused by him.
“I could kill you for your insubordination,” Vegeta said.
Mieke laughed. “Then do it, oh great drunken prince. Otherwise, get the hell out of my way. I don’t want to track your stench back to my dormitory. I have more important things to do than wa...” She stopped as Vegeta leaned down to her level. Their noses were close to touching.
“You will give me the respect I deserve,” Vegeta said, using a deadly tone.
“I’ll respect you when you earn it,” Mieke countered. “Right now I see nothing but a bumbling, drunk ape.”
The two stared at one another in a stalemate.
Vegeta’s lips crashed roughly into Mieke’s. Shocked, Mieke tried to push him away. Seeing that her attempts were futile, she kissed back just as fiercely, trying to gain the advantage over him. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Vegeta took hold of her hair with his left hand and pulled her forward to him. Their kiss was broken by him slamming her against the wall.
Mieke had half a mind to try to duck beneath his arm and bolt. Unfortunately, the carnal part of her was loving this side of him far too much. She was allowing him to do as he pleased far easier than she should have. Despite her inhibitions about the current events, she held on to Vegeta with both her arms and legs.
Then she came to her senses. This isn’t going to happen. Not to me...
What’s going... His train of thought was stopped by the sound of someone slamming against the wall. Then he blinked in total confusion when Mieke exited the alcove, looking disheveled and angry. An arm reached out for her, catching hold of her sleeve. Bardock hid in the shadows.
Mieke gasped as Vegeta grabbed her sleeve. She tried to shake him off, but only managed to tear her sleeve. His grip changed to her wrist and she slipped on the hem of her dress.
“Let me go, bastard!” She tried to stand up as Vegeta exited the alcove. She turned over and tried to kick him. He caught her foot with ease. “I’ll only tell you once more.”
Vegeta released her foot and crawled up to her face. “You’ve attacked me once already. That’s punishable by death, little Red.” He pinned her to the ground with her hands above her head. “But, I’m willing to excuse something like that.”
Mieke frowned. She kneed Vegeta as hard as she could between his legs. With a groan, his grip on her loosened slightly. Mieke took this time to shake out of it and slip up from beneath him. She clumsily got to her feet and started to run. She got 15 feet before she fell on the floor. Mieke opened her eyes, her vision blurry. She felt her body being rolled over.
I can’t see straight. My head... It hurts so bad, she thought.
Vegeta saw that Mieke was dazed from smacking her head into the marble floor. He did not wait for her to regain her countenance as she moaned and rolled her head from side to side. Instead, he took full advantage of the moment, raising her dress and positioning himself.
It took Mieke less than a second to realize what was happening once Vegeta invaded her most holy spot without her consent. He did not wait for her to get used to him at all. Instinctively, Mieke fought to get away from him.
“Get off of me! Get off!” Mieke screamed.
Vegeta groaned and decided she wasn’t going to be compliant until she was demoralized. He removed himself from her and took her by the hair as he stood. Mieke tried to fight some more, cursing violently at him. Ignoring her, Vegeta silently dragged her back into the alcove and threw her against the wall.
When Mieke gained some sense of equilibrium, she noticed that Vegeta was standing directly in front of her and had his length right in her face. She tried to scoot backwards, but the wall blocked her escape. Vegeta grabbed her by her hair and brought her lips to the tip.
“Suck it,” were the only words he gave. Mieke tried to turn her head away. Vegeta yanked her back into place and pushed himself against her again. Mieke held her mouth closed steadfastly. Groaning in disgust, Vegeta pulled her hair violently, causing her to gasp a little. While her mouth was partially open, he pushed himself inside. Mieke glared up at him. “Suck it. If you bite, I will relieve you of your tail.”
Mieke looked away from him, but did nothing. She could feel him growing frustrated. Before she could react, he pushed himself further inside her, causing her head to slam against the wall. With one hand he braced himself against the wall. With the other, he held her head in place as he fucked her mouth.
Maybe if I comply, this’ll be the only time, the last time, she thought. Squeezing her eyes shut, she began willingly taking him in. Vegeta almost seemed surprised that she had begun to do it herself. Smiling, he released her head and let her work him. It wasn’t long before he began to climax. Mieke tried to pull away only to have him push against her, holding her between him and the wall. He shot his load in her mouth and she had no choice but to swallow lest she choke on both him and his seed.
As Vegeta freed himself from her, she coughed and tried in vain to wipe the stickiness from her mouth. She did not have time to compose herself before Vegeta threw her forward so that she was on all fours. Her head peeked out from the alcove. She felt her dress being risen and mentally prepared herself for what was about to happen.
Mieke felt the sudden urge to cry. Her lips even trembled for the briefest of moments as Vegeta robbed her of her chastity. Due to her active lifestyle, she did not bleed, but it still hurt a great deal. She closed her eyes, blinking back the tears. Saiyans did not cry. She would not show weakness in front of this man.
Once his footsteps were gone, Mieke gathered up her torn dress, stood, and bolted. She ran right into a solid body as she turned the corner. Arms closed around her and she immediately began to fight.
“Mieke. Mieke,” Bardock tried to get her attention. She was hysterical and just swinging out with her eyes closed. Bardock sighed, grabbed her up, and disappeared towards another part of the palace, ignoring the scratching and cursing Mieke was doing. When they arrived, he put her down and slammed her against the wall, getting her attention.
She blinked a few times, looking up at the familiar dark eyes. “Bar-Bar-Bardock...” she stammered. Mieke immediately glanced around in what appeared to be terror. “Where...”
Bardock sighed. “The other side of the palace.”
“We’re still in the pal...”
“The prince is shit when it comes to sensing anyone; him being drunk only makes it worse. He won’t find us.” Bardock noticed her looking down. “Are you okay?”
“You... saw everything,” she mumbled.
Bardock cleared his throat softly and looked away from her. “Yes. But I...”
Mieke glared up at him. “You let him...” She pushed Bardock away. “You couldn’t have stop...” She shook her head, unable to say the words.
“Mieke, I can’t really interfere with the prince’s affairs,” he said. She stared blankly at Bardock for a moment. Then she began to storm off. Bardock sighed. “Mieke, I...”
Mieke whirled on him. “How many girls have you let him take against their will? How many times have you said NOTHING? How many times have you looked the other way? You’re as bad as he is!”
Bardock started after her. “You don’t understand. I could be considered a traitor for that. I could be killed for questioning the prince or his actions,” he said.
“So I’m just supposed to lie there and take it, huh? Well, I suppose self-preservation does trump all, even if it strips you of your honor.” Mieke turned and stormed off.
Bardock sighed, punching the wall. She was never going to forgive him.
Vegeta came back to where he’d left the redhead. He saw she was gone. He frowned for a moment, but then simply smirked. Well, I suppose I can hold off on her “punishment” for a while, he thought while turning to go back to his party.
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Chapter 2: Vile
Mieke looked around the darkened palace’s corridors. She cursed lightly under her breath. Apparently she had gotten lost somewhere between evading the prince and heading for the back door to the palace. She stopped and leaned against the wall. Mieke stared out a window across from her, gazing at the crescent moon.
“I’m tempted just to blast a hole in the wall. That’d make a perfect exit,” she mumbled while holding her right arm out.
“That’s a very naughty thing to do,” a voice said.
Mieke’s eyes darted to the right and she lowered her arm as Vegeta came around the corner. She tried to run but he caught hold of her arm before she got two steps. Mieke frowned and squirmed to get away from him. Vegeta simply pushed her against the wall and looked drunkenly down at her.
Mieke let out a long sigh. “Why won’t you leave me alone? You just met me last week and already you’re stalking me,” she said.
“Why do you insist on making me chase you? I’m being NICE by engaging in this childish game. You should feel special. Normally I just demand and I receive. The least you could do is afford me the time of day,” Vegeta said, slurring a bit.
Mieke scoffed; he smelled of very strong liquor. “Why should I do that? Hmm? Because you’re the prince? You think that single detail entitles you to my ‘attention’?” she asked.
Vegeta nodded. “If I so chose, I could FORCE your ‘attention.’ However, I prefer my women to come somewhat willingly. Besides,” he traced Mieke’s jaw line, “no woman rejects royalty.”
Mieke rolled her eyes. The guy was arrogant beyond belief. What did he want from her? Why was she so special? She slapped his hand away forcefully. That action obviously surprised him and he sobered up somewhat. Mieke shoved him back a bit.
“Well, I suppose there’s a first time for everything,” she whispered. She turned and walked away.
Vegeta stood in shock for a moment, blinking the drunkenness out of his eyes. His initial shock was replaced by anger. He squeezed his fists together and stalked after the retreating Saiyan. Mieke barely turned her head before Vegeta’s large, muscular hand closed around her much smaller neck. She let out a weak gasp as she was pulled by her neck into an alcove along the wall.
Mieke glared up at the prince, breathing a bit hoarsely from the force he used. He was now towering over her in a much more ominous and dominating fashion. He appeared to be a bit angry with her as well. She found herself strangely attracted to him, but not frightened at all given her predicament.
I believe that should be the other way around. I have no idea what he might do to me. Plus, he’s drunk, she mused as she pulled his hand away from her and straightened her dress.
“Something wrong?” Mieke asked. She had just finished her sentence when Vegeta was holding her neck again. She stared him back in the eye. “Let me go, you barbarian.”
Vegeta swallowed, trying to regain his composure. “You will not speak to me any way you please, bitch. I have been... far too lenient with you,” he fumbled out.
“Is that so?” Mieke narrowed her eyes. She knew it was dangerous to egg the prince on, especially while he was tipsy. But the more she egged him on, the more she became oddly aroused by him.
“I could kill you for your insubordination,” Vegeta said.
Mieke laughed. “Then do it, oh great drunken prince. Otherwise, get the hell out of my way. I don’t want to track your stench back to my dormitory. I have more important things to do than wa...” She stopped as Vegeta leaned down to her level. Their noses were close to touching.
“You will give me the respect I deserve,” Vegeta said, using a deadly tone.
“I’ll respect you when you earn it,” Mieke countered. “Right now I see nothing but a bumbling, drunk ape.”
The two stared at one another in a stalemate.
Vegeta’s lips crashed roughly into Mieke’s. Shocked, Mieke tried to push him away. Seeing that her attempts were futile, she kissed back just as fiercely, trying to gain the advantage over him. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Vegeta took hold of her hair with his left hand and pulled her forward to him. Their kiss was broken by him slamming her against the wall.
Mieke had half a mind to try to duck beneath his arm and bolt. Unfortunately, the carnal part of her was loving this side of him far too much. She was allowing him to do as he pleased far easier than she should have. Despite her inhibitions about the current events, she held on to Vegeta with both her arms and legs.
Then she came to her senses. This isn’t going to happen. Not to me...
~~~
Bardock was coming down the hall in search of Mieke. He could feel her on this particular corridor. However, he could not see her. He walked silently on the marble floor. It did not take him long to see Mieke’s red hair peeking out from an alcove. Bardock slowed his walk down when he heard talking coming from the alcove.What’s going... His train of thought was stopped by the sound of someone slamming against the wall. Then he blinked in total confusion when Mieke exited the alcove, looking disheveled and angry. An arm reached out for her, catching hold of her sleeve. Bardock hid in the shadows.
Mieke gasped as Vegeta grabbed her sleeve. She tried to shake him off, but only managed to tear her sleeve. His grip changed to her wrist and she slipped on the hem of her dress.
“Let me go, bastard!” She tried to stand up as Vegeta exited the alcove. She turned over and tried to kick him. He caught her foot with ease. “I’ll only tell you once more.”
Vegeta released her foot and crawled up to her face. “You’ve attacked me once already. That’s punishable by death, little Red.” He pinned her to the ground with her hands above her head. “But, I’m willing to excuse something like that.”
Mieke frowned. She kneed Vegeta as hard as she could between his legs. With a groan, his grip on her loosened slightly. Mieke took this time to shake out of it and slip up from beneath him. She clumsily got to her feet and started to run. She got 15 feet before she fell on the floor. Mieke opened her eyes, her vision blurry. She felt her body being rolled over.
I can’t see straight. My head... It hurts so bad, she thought.
Vegeta saw that Mieke was dazed from smacking her head into the marble floor. He did not wait for her to regain her countenance as she moaned and rolled her head from side to side. Instead, he took full advantage of the moment, raising her dress and positioning himself.
It took Mieke less than a second to realize what was happening once Vegeta invaded her most holy spot without her consent. He did not wait for her to get used to him at all. Instinctively, Mieke fought to get away from him.
“Get off of me! Get off!” Mieke screamed.
Vegeta groaned and decided she wasn’t going to be compliant until she was demoralized. He removed himself from her and took her by the hair as he stood. Mieke tried to fight some more, cursing violently at him. Ignoring her, Vegeta silently dragged her back into the alcove and threw her against the wall.
When Mieke gained some sense of equilibrium, she noticed that Vegeta was standing directly in front of her and had his length right in her face. She tried to scoot backwards, but the wall blocked her escape. Vegeta grabbed her by her hair and brought her lips to the tip.
“Suck it,” were the only words he gave. Mieke tried to turn her head away. Vegeta yanked her back into place and pushed himself against her again. Mieke held her mouth closed steadfastly. Groaning in disgust, Vegeta pulled her hair violently, causing her to gasp a little. While her mouth was partially open, he pushed himself inside. Mieke glared up at him. “Suck it. If you bite, I will relieve you of your tail.”
Mieke looked away from him, but did nothing. She could feel him growing frustrated. Before she could react, he pushed himself further inside her, causing her head to slam against the wall. With one hand he braced himself against the wall. With the other, he held her head in place as he fucked her mouth.
Maybe if I comply, this’ll be the only time, the last time, she thought. Squeezing her eyes shut, she began willingly taking him in. Vegeta almost seemed surprised that she had begun to do it herself. Smiling, he released her head and let her work him. It wasn’t long before he began to climax. Mieke tried to pull away only to have him push against her, holding her between him and the wall. He shot his load in her mouth and she had no choice but to swallow lest she choke on both him and his seed.
As Vegeta freed himself from her, she coughed and tried in vain to wipe the stickiness from her mouth. She did not have time to compose herself before Vegeta threw her forward so that she was on all fours. Her head peeked out from the alcove. She felt her dress being risen and mentally prepared herself for what was about to happen.
Mieke felt the sudden urge to cry. Her lips even trembled for the briefest of moments as Vegeta robbed her of her chastity. Due to her active lifestyle, she did not bleed, but it still hurt a great deal. She closed her eyes, blinking back the tears. Saiyans did not cry. She would not show weakness in front of this man.
~~~
Bardock saw Mieke’s upper body exit the alcove. She was presumably on her hands and knees. He could see disgust etched on her face as she was seemingly shoved forward repeatedly. It did not take Bardock long to recognize what was happening. Then it seemed to stop. Even Mieke appeared shocked as she turned her head to look behind her.~~~
Vegeta fixed himself up as Mieke turned to look at him. She appeared confused, but relieved nonetheless. Vegeta leaned down towards her. “I’ll be right back. You better not go anywhere. If you do, the consequences will be most... pleasant for me.” He stepped around her and walked off as if nothing had happened.Once his footsteps were gone, Mieke gathered up her torn dress, stood, and bolted. She ran right into a solid body as she turned the corner. Arms closed around her and she immediately began to fight.
“Mieke. Mieke,” Bardock tried to get her attention. She was hysterical and just swinging out with her eyes closed. Bardock sighed, grabbed her up, and disappeared towards another part of the palace, ignoring the scratching and cursing Mieke was doing. When they arrived, he put her down and slammed her against the wall, getting her attention.
She blinked a few times, looking up at the familiar dark eyes. “Bar-Bar-Bardock...” she stammered. Mieke immediately glanced around in what appeared to be terror. “Where...”
Bardock sighed. “The other side of the palace.”
“We’re still in the pal...”
“The prince is shit when it comes to sensing anyone; him being drunk only makes it worse. He won’t find us.” Bardock noticed her looking down. “Are you okay?”
“You... saw everything,” she mumbled.
Bardock cleared his throat softly and looked away from her. “Yes. But I...”
Mieke glared up at him. “You let him...” She pushed Bardock away. “You couldn’t have stop...” She shook her head, unable to say the words.
“Mieke, I can’t really interfere with the prince’s affairs,” he said. She stared blankly at Bardock for a moment. Then she began to storm off. Bardock sighed. “Mieke, I...”
Mieke whirled on him. “How many girls have you let him take against their will? How many times have you said NOTHING? How many times have you looked the other way? You’re as bad as he is!”
Bardock started after her. “You don’t understand. I could be considered a traitor for that. I could be killed for questioning the prince or his actions,” he said.
“So I’m just supposed to lie there and take it, huh? Well, I suppose self-preservation does trump all, even if it strips you of your honor.” Mieke turned and stormed off.
Bardock sighed, punching the wall. She was never going to forgive him.
Vegeta came back to where he’d left the redhead. He saw she was gone. He frowned for a moment, but then simply smirked. Well, I suppose I can hold off on her “punishment” for a while, he thought while turning to go back to his party.
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