Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Princess WHO of WHERE?!? ❯ Bulma's New Clothes ( Chapter 5 )

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Disclaimer: I'm still broke, so that means that I didn't come into sudden ownership of DBZ overnight.

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Bulma struggled half-heartedly as they pushed her inside one of the side doors into the fortress. Chi Chi walked along calmly, not making any effort at all to get away. They weren't even holding her!

"Chi Chi, you could have gotten away," she growled through clenched teeth, resenting every little shove she received and vowed retribution against them for their harsh treatment of her.

"I don't want to run away."

"But they're going to make you be some man's personal whore!" Bulma nearly shouted back at her.

"Well, I've been in worse situations than this. To tell you the truth this is an improvement over my previous life."

Bulma didn't have anything else to say when she saw the disturbed look on the dark-haired girl's face. It seemed she was remembering something that caused her distress in the not too distant past. She looked away from her to take in her surroundings, trying to get the lay of the place. She would just have to accept her captivity........for now. They took them down various twisting and turning halls until they entered what looked like a wash room. The room was filled with huge tubs and some rather solid looking women. The soldier pulled Bulma up to the biggest one of all.

"Mavree, Lord Vegeta will want these women cleaned and presentable before the evening meal."

The large, bull-like woman looked Bulma up and down with contempt, "Could you not have just taken them to the harem's bathing rooms? This is the laundry room, not a bathing area."

"I know, but we just arrived with this group and we don't want to take any chances with any of them trying to escape," he answered, obviously referring to Bulma.

"Hmph, well.....I don't want his lordship displeased.... bring them in. Take each girl to a different tub. We have more than enough to accommodate them." She turned to face the other women in the room. "LISTEN UP, LADIES! DUMP YOUR WASH. WE HAVE SOMETHING ELSE TO TAKE CARE OF. MAKE SURE THESE GIRLS ARE CLEANED UP FIRST RATE OR WE'LL HAVE TO DEAL WITH THE WRATH OF HIS LORDSHIP." The other women listened to her without a murmur and promptly dumped their tubs and began refilling them with fresh hot water.

"I need you to take care of this one personally, Mavree. She almost made it out the gates before she was taken down by the young master."

"Don't worry. I can handle her. She's no bigger than a minute."

Bulma could certainly agree with that. She felt like a lap dog standing next to an ox. The soldier handed her over to the woman and retreated. For the first time, Bulma noticed there were five other girls other than Chi Chi and herself. They were behaving even more docilely than Chi Chi had. Their fear was more tangible than Chi Chi's, so she imagined they would be stupid enough to be cooperative.

"Alright, girl, strip down," the large woman demanded.

Bulma looked at her as if she were crazy. She wasn't going to disrobe in front of strangers and definitely not for the purpose of being made presentable before entering some man's bed.

"I will not."

"Look," Mavree said placing her hands on her hips, "we can do this the hard way or the easy way." The hard look on her face was what finally convinced Bulma to disrobe. Another woman had already came to dump and refill the tub. Mavree gestured at Bulma to get in. She climbed over the edge entering the steaming, hot water gingerly. No sooner had she sat down than the big woman took a bar of harsh lye soap and scrubbed at Bulma relentlessly. Bulma refused to make a sound, she merely clung to the sides of the tub to keep herself form being thrown about.

"Good gracious! How did you ever manage to get covered by so much muck?"

"If your dear `Lord' Vegeta hadn't knocked me into the mud I assure you that I would be a great deal cleaner than this."

"Girl, you need to watch your mouth and show some respect for his lordship! It is from him that all good things come! If it weren't for him, many of us would have been trapped in the homeland when The Great War occurred. Most of us probably would have died."

"Died? From what?" Bulma asked, her curiosity now peaked.

"Do you know nothing? Though you are too young to have known the homeland, surely your parents or other family members explained what happened?"

"No, there was no one," Bulma said through gritted teeth as Mavree scrubbed particularly hard. "I was raised by ordinary humans. I know nothing of our kind."

Mavree stopped scrubbing Bulma, clearly in shock. "You......you poor child. To know nothing of your people."

"I've been trying to find out, though. That's how I was captured in the first place. I was travelling through various towns trying to learn what I may and a man named Nomaro attacked me, knocked me out, and the next thing I know, I wake up on the back of some huge, gray creature inside of a cage, on my way here!"

Mavree chuckled at Bulma's outrage as she drained the dirty water from the tub. She took a bucket of water she had sitting next to the tub and doused Bulma with it. The effect was rather similar to that of any half drowned animal.

"That `creature' whose back you rode upon is called an elephant. We brought them here with us from our land. They normally live in much warmer conditions than the climate we have here, but they have adapted."

Bulma was sure to file that piece of information away for future use. Surely if she had changed into such a creature she would have crushed Nesbit rather than briefly stunning him. Mavree handed Bulma a drying cloth and helped her climb out of the tub. Bulma saw that the other girls had already emerged from their tubs, but then, they hadn't been covered in mud. After Bulma joined the rest of them at the doorway, she felt a heavy hand come down on her shoulder.

"Don't worry, child. Our master is a good one and he will not treat you harshly, unless you behave in such ways that merit punishment."

That was the last Bulma saw of Mavree for a long time. All seven girls were led away down more twisting corridors. Bulma could tell that they were going deeper into the fortress. They soon came to a pair of goldenoak doors guarded by two giant men. The doors were beautifully carved and as they were opened, Bulma could see that they were well over a foot thick, which was probably why the two men outside of them were so enormous. What lay beyond the doors was more than Bulma had ever imagined. The huge room was sumptuously decorated in silk. EVERYTHING was covered with it: pillows, chairs, ceilings, walls, women....WOMEN!!!

The room was full of women scantily clad women. The lounged about in groups or sat alone reading, playing music or attempting to enhance their beauty. Every light, dark, and red head turned to look at the newcomers. Some had curiosity in their eyes, while others looked on with hatred, or just plain indifference. Bulma, never having been one to be cowed by anyone, raised her chin up a good three inches, silently saying that everyone here was beneath her.

The girls were all led through the room pass the others and into another room off to the side of the main one. This appeared to be nothing more than a large closet. Clothing hung all around the room and on racks through the center of the room. There were now two other women here seated at desks and these two were a great deal older than the others they had seen thus far. The girls were all stood in line facing the women. The elder of the two got up and approached them.

"A new crop in, eh?" she said to no one in particular.

"Yes, ma'am. Only just arrived this rising."

The elder woman walked up and down the line, examining each of them briefly. When she got to Bulma, she seemed to be examining overly long, but she soon continued onto the next girl. After her first pass, she turned for her second pass, but instead of continuing on, she stood in front of the girl three down from Bulma. The girl was slightly taller than Bulma with tawny blond hair and, oddly enough, golden eyes.

The woman clapped her hands and 10 other young women appeared from nowhere. They stood and waited in complete silence for further instructions. "Elpha!" The other woman stepped forward from her desk, so obviously this was Elpha. "Bring something in brown, preferably in gold studded with diamonds." The other woman rushed off and returned a lot sooner than Bulma thought possible. She handed the outfit to one of the 10 girls who had just entered. She and another separated from the group and beckoned to the tawny haired girl to follow. She went off with them through a doorway Bulma hadn't noticed before. This was obviously where the 10 girls had entered. After she had gone, the old woman moved onto the next who just happened to be Chi Chi.

"Too simple. Elpha! A sapphire blue." Again the woman went scurrying away and only seconds later returned for the requested item. It was handed to another of the eight remaining and the process repeated itself. Next came a brown-eyed, brown-haired girl, for whom a vibrant orange was chosen. Then it was Bulma's turn. Again the woman stared at Bulma for a long time. She lifted a piece a Bulma's hair and rubbed it between her fingers, feeling its softness Bulma supposed. She stared a Bulma a few moments longer.

"I haven't seen hair this shade in quite some time."

Bulma didn't respond. She just stared back.

"Elpha, I believe we have something suitable." She didn't even specify a color, but Elpha ran off and came back with something that was obviously the exact same color as Bulma's hair. Bulma followed the two women out of the room, but not before stopping to look back at the old woman. To her surprise, the old woman was looking back at her.

"You will do well, I think." Was all she said with a small smile. She turned back to the other girls and Bulma turned to go out the door that was being open for her.

On the other side door was another bathing room, this one a great deal more luxurious than where they had received their first bath. The room was made from marble. There were marble columns and benches and the whole bathing room was a large sunken-in marble pool. The steam in the room was so thick that you could barely make out other people in there.

"Come, miss, and we shall prepare you," said the smaller of the two. She was little on the pale side, with wide blue eyes and lank, black hair. She let them lead her to a place where she could enter the pool without being crowded by others. They tried to remove her clothing, but she smacked their hands away, stating that she was more than capable of bathing herself. They wash her hair exclaiming over its softness. They toweled her dry and brushed her hair until it too was dry and gently curling. They massaged her and perfumed her. They were finally ready to dress her in he clothing that was chosen for her. When Bulma got a good look at it, she balked.

"I'm not wearing that! You can see right through it!

"But you must wear it! Mistress Loala will be displeased if you do not," said the taller one. She also had the same lanky, dark hair and blue eyes. They were clearly sisters.

"I don't care if Mistress Loala will be `displeased'! You need to bring me some proper clothing!"

"If you do not wear it then we shall be punished," said the smaller sister, her eyes downcast.

"Mia! It was not your place to tell her that!" scolded the older sister.

Bulma felt bad. Even though she didn't want to be here, she didn't feel it was right to punish those who were not directly responsible for her captivity.

"Fine. There's got to be something we can do to make everything not so.....visible."

"It's not so bad, miss, really. There are under things that will cover everything that's important, but are easily removable if his lordship wishes it," both sisters giggled behind their hands.

"Whatever. Let's just hurry up and get this over with." They finished dressing her in no time. Another girl showed up just as they were putting the finishing touches on Bulma.

"The master wants to see them now," she said and then ran off to the next group.

"You're ready, and if I say so myself, you look very beautiful, miss," said the older sister, while the littler one nodded her head emphatically.

Bulma looked at herself in a nearby mirror, nearly not recognizing herself. Never had she put so much care into her appearance and she definitely had never worn any sort of cosmetics. The aqua-haired beauty that looked back at her looked fit to be a princess, or in this case, someone's well pampered whore.

"Come, miss, we'll show you where to go."

She followed them to another set of doors. These a great deal smaller and less ornate. She was met at the door by the other new girls who were similarly elegantly coifed and perfumed. The door was opened from the other side and they walked single file into the room on the other side. It was dark, cool room. The only light came from the torches spaced at equal intervals along the walls. At the far end of the room was a dais, upon which one large man sat and another smaller one stood to off to the side of the one who sat.

One of the guards whom Bulma was already vaguely acquainted with led them to the front of the room to again be lined up for inspection. It was then that Bulma recognized the smaller man standing to the side of the larger one. HE was Lord Vegeta's son! She let out a gasp of surprise before she could stop herself. His ears picked up the sound easily and he knew where the sound came from. He casually walked down the steps to Bulma.

"So, we meet again."

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