Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Revenge: An Earthling's Retribution ❯ Chapter 1

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Author’s Note: Dear Reader,
This story will follow a plot of Bulma seeking revenge on the Saiyans for purging her home Planet and making her a sex slave. Not very original I know, but I will try to make this as different as possible and will be fun for all those who like this kind of AU’s.
She won’t be a sex slave during the story though. She has already managed to break free from the bondage and start her attack on the ruthless Saiyan King who she holds responsible for the mess her life has been turned into.
She will be vindictive, calculating and a downright bitch, though wouldn’t you if you were taken as a sex slave against your will? Bulma will be kept to being an Earthling with incredible intelligence, beauty, feistiness and her original DBZ characteristics.
However destiny, and well me, have different ideas for Bulma’s Revenge plans.
Enter Vegeta who will screw up her plans for freedom at every turn. Challenging her in ways that no one could before and ever will. He will be kept to his arrogant, prideful, emotion hidden, sexy bastard characteristics but we wouldn’t have him any other way.
Now throw into the mix a “Saiyan” Kakarot with secrets, an evil Frieza with Universal domination on his mind and a whole host of our other favourite characters with their own agendas and I’m hoping this story will be a good read.
There will be a lot of cussing, blood, sex and explicit content intertwined with angst, drama and suspense. So let the story unfold …
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGON BALL Z!!!
WARNING: THIS STORY WILL BE DARK, BLOODY, GORY, SEXUAL AND VERY EXPLICIT!!! PLEASE ENSURE YOU ARE OVER 18 YEARS OF AGE AND IS NOT SENSITIVE TO THE ABOVE MENTIONED SPECIFICS.
 

Chapter One
My blue eyes took in the sight before me. Muscular and composed with sharp, well defined features that made him undeniably handsome. That made him undeniably royal.
Inside I was a raging inferno of emotions. Nothing seemed to take priority though. Hate, fear, excitement and passion all seemed to be battling with each other inside of me. But none was made visible to the powerful man standing before me. On the outside I wore a mask of complete submission, one that had the Saiyan King smirking predatorily at me.
And so I schooled my lovely features into a well-practiced mask of deception and elegantly curtsied before him, making sure the pale skin of my cleavage tantalised his hungry eyes. ‘Let the games begin.’ I thought evilly.
He nodded at my well-rehearsed bow and I stood up straight. I knew much about the Saiyan King to know that he did not like to be challenged. He liked the few women he chose to indulge in to be submissive and pliant. In reality my personality was far from either submissive or compliant but for him I would pretend to be. Eight years of living the life I had and you quickly learned the tricks of the trade well. You knew exactly when to play your cards. And if all went according to my well devised plans then I would easily win this battle. I didn’t believe in luck, I believed only in making my own destiny. Yes, things like luck and fate which had meant more than superstitions on my home Planet were now nothing but trivial beliefs that were overpowered by the reality of the Universe’s truth.
Being a slave for eight years was not something anyone could come away unscathed by. But the weak minded perished and the strong … the strong extracted their revenge the best way they could. ‘And oh how sweet this revenge would be. The revenge of my people.’
I smile brightly at him, my full red tinted lips glossy, and turn to pour him a glass of alcohol. He openly accepts my offer of his own alcohol and sits on a blue chaise sofa near him. Reclining relaxingly he twirls the rounded glass in his large hand as his hooded gaze watches the dark red liquid twirl for him in the confines of the small glass. I see this as a wondrous opportunity to put my plan into action and go down on my knees before him, keeping my gaze down casted.
I can literally feel the smirk of pleasure that twists his sensual mouth and I patiently wait for him to make the next move. After what seems like forever – but has only truly been a minute or so in reality – I hear him set down his glass on a table next to the sofa, placed there exactly for that purpose. The breath I had unconsciously been holding wanes from between my painted lips. Then he lifts me off the lush crème carpet by my arms. I allow my silky black tresses to curtain my face so I can smile in secret satisfaction.
“Look at me.” He commands; his gruff voice loud and undeniable.
I acquiesce, making sure I recomposed myself, lifting my head to look at him innocently. Satisfied he lifts me completely off my knees and brings me to straddle his waist. I willingly part my legs, my knee length dress riding up my silky thighs, and intentionally rub my pelvis against his crotch earning a soft growl of approval from him.
“Let me pleasure you my King.” I whisper softly, ensuring my voice is at its sweetest tones of seductive perfection. “Let me pleasure you to show you how exciting I find your obvious strength.” ‘Ah yes, the strength card.’ I know above all else a Saiyan warrior values his strength. Especially the arrogant bastard King.
Hearing no protest from him I place my small hands at his waist caressing the bottom of his gold trimmed armour. He accepts the hint and removes his chest plate from his body with ease and sets it on the empty sofa space next to him.
My plan was coming along perfectly. He wasn’t in the least bit suspicious of my true intentions. He seriously believes I am here for nothing more than to please him tonight. A common whore. And I had been one for so long.
Eight years ago my Planet had been purged by the ruthless Saiyan warriors of Vegeta-sei under their King’s orders. My people had been viciously slaughtered and as a weak race completely unaware of extra-terrestrial life form we were incapable of even defending ourselves from the onslaught that fell upon us. In hindsight having any forewarning would have proved to be pointless as the Saiyans were an incredibly strong race of warriors.
Because of my undeniable beauty at sixteen years of age I had been captured as a slave. A sex slave. My mind still seemed to reject the idea even though it had been years since I last had to work to stay alive. And although I no longer was required to sell my body to survive it seemed it was the only asset I could use in this world that I was forced to live in. That and my intelligence. However my intelligence could only go so far in ensuring my plans succeeded. In the end it would always come down to putting my body out there. A fact that I had to make peace with from the very beginning to have come so far. Yet in my heart I knew it wasn’t really peace that I had made but a reluctant sense of acceptance for a greater cause. But the damage of being a slave for years had already left its ugly scars. Emotional scars. Scars that could not be seen by the eyes but felt by the heart. Scars that marred the innocent beauty of a soul that was once so naïve and pure.
But I had sworn revenge on the man who had taken my life from me. I had promised myself and my loved ones that I would make him pay by my own hands. And eight years later, here I was, at the cusp of fulfilling my long nurtured dreams for reprisal, vengeance, revenge.
His lips descended on mine before I could think further and I allowed myself to smile victoriously against his bruising kiss. ‘Oh but this was way too easy.’
As fast as he had kissed me his head reared away from mine. He held me away from him to look at me as if trying to figure out what exactly I was. And again I smiled proudly at him. As he sputtered without any coherency and his grip loosened I shrugged out of his hold and left straddling his hips to stand before him. He got up from the couch and I took a cautious step back. He wiped viscously at his mouth but I knew it was too late for that. And then he grabbed violently at his throat as if trying to hold back the poison I knew would already be travelling way past his vocal cords.
His mouth gaped like a fish out of water but no sound was heard. I threw my head back and laughed triumphantly at his discomfort. I watched as the most beautiful scene of my life played out before my very own eyes. His skin started to bubble and boil, puss bursting from the over inflamed rawness. His knees gave way and he sank down onto the plush crème carpets of his room, struggling to breathe. He held his hands before him watching as slowly but surely the acidic like poison started to melt away the skin and flesh from his bones. But of course I knew this would be a slow, torturous death, the poison had come from my lips after all, made by my very own hands and damaged mind. Damaged but not broken.
“What a sight this is.” I tell him excitedly as I clasp my hands together in evil glee. “The proud, strong Saiyan King bowing before me. Why I must have died and gone to heaven.” I see his eyes shoot evil daggers at me and his hands lift with the want to blast me into the heaven I just mentioned but only droplets of melting flesh left his fingers, no ki.
“As hopeless as that was, I’m honestly hurt Vegeta.” I mock pout at him and slap away his hand before looking disgustedly at some left over blood, puss and flesh that messes the back of my fingers. My mouth turns down in disdain and I wipe away his residual flesh on my red dress. “Why would you want to kill a woman like me? Little old helpless me.” He looks at me like I’m mad and he coughs out violently. I take another step back to avoid the sputtering of his blood and matter. His lips have already melted away completely – being the first part of him to have come into direct contact with my poison – and only his upper lip and chin can be seen somewhat clearly. His teeth begin to fall from his sodden gums and his tongue starts to drool from his mouth. I watch in pure fascination as his eyes widen in disbelief.
A scene as vile and cruel as this should have repulsed me or even had me trying to help the poor tormented person from escaping their pain and suffering. But after years of sleepless nights where this was all I could imagine, all I could wish for, I feel nothing but precious delight. This was a dream come true.
When he momentarily recovers from his coughing fit I put both my hands on my hips and bend down slightly so we can be at eye level with one another. “Well I think it’s only right that you know exactly who I am since you’re going to die by my hand. Well by my lips if you wish to get technical.” I indulge playfully and I know that if the poison hadn’t started to melt away his vocal cords he would have been cursing me to doomsday or vehemently denying that someone as weak as me would be able to kill him. Something I had no desire to listen to. Also I needed to prevent him from screaming for help in his paralyzed state. He swayed a bit on his knees so I push him none too gently to recline against the sofa making sure to leave my size four imprint in his slowly melting flesh.
“Can’t have you missing the show now can I.” I smile sweetly at him. “Let me introduce myself shall I. I am Bulma Briefs. Well that’s who I used to be before your order to cruelly purge my Planet left me just a body to fuck. But of course you won’t really remember my Planet now would you. I’m sure you’ve purged so many already that the names of weaker Planets escape you.” I taunt venomously.
“Not to worry though, we will surely remedy that by the end of the night.” I wink at him. “But first let me show you what I truly look like so my image will haunt you even in the afterlife. The face of a woman obviously so much physically weaker than you who managed to bring you to your knees and crush you with her heels.” This time there is no fake sweetness to hide the hatred that laces each violent word of death and he gasps. Both from the slow eating away of his inside organs and my words.
I lift my small hand to the roots of my black wig and pull strongly to remove it from my head. Dropping it unceremoniously unto the floor I pull at the tie securing my hair in place and let my blue tresses fall around my shoulders. I wipe at the overly glossy, too red, poison laced lipstick from my mouth before lifting my short dress over my thigh. Strapped to my upper thigh a leather garter holds a box of cigarettes and a lighter securely in place. Slowly lighting a cigarette I drag in the precious calmness of smoke to relieve my tension and lighten my excitement. He was not yet dead and although I really did intend to savour this moment, the thought of someone possibly walking in unannounced scared me slightly. There was no going back now and although I know I covered my tracks well one could never be completely secure in these dangerous situations. Especially since he would still be recognisable as the Saiyan King when I delivered my final blow, the poison stopped from completely eating away at him. I sigh heavily and ash my cigarette on his body.
He offers me another glare to which I shrug casually.
“Why don’t I tell you how it is that I brought you to this unfortunate position shall I? Well it wasn’t easy you know. Ingenious ideas like mine should not be left unappreciated. It took eight long years to achieve this. From the moment some of your moronic soldiers sold me to a whore house I’ve been plotting the day of your down fall.”
In truth it hadn’t been that day exactly. When they had taken me from my home Planet I had thought maybe the man who had taken pity on me was saving me. However the moment I had been thrown into a large space ship and noticed other women surrounding me I knew I was wrong. I was being saved from death but not from a life of utter misery. Unfortunately due to my unusual colouring, beautiful features and enticingly developing body I had been a prime candidate for a sex slave. A whore. Bulma Briefs. A young genius on my own Planet who was richer than rich itself had been reduced to a whore. I had hated it.
It had eaten away at my sense of worth and had violently crushed all dreams I had had for my future. A future that was supposed to be filled with immeasurable success and happiness. That was not where I was supposed to be in life and the worst part was – I didn’t even have a choice. I had no choice in determining my own life at all. What kind of life was that? Not one that was worth living surely.
I had tried to fight as hard as I could before letting a man touch me. But I was no match for their superior strength. I was just no match at all. A slap or two was all it took to make me dizzy and with my hands pinned to render me useless I was easy pickings.
And when I had first lost my virginity, my innocence, something I prized above all else I had felt like I had lost everything. In reality I had. I had lost my family, my home and my sense of belonging. What else was there to lose? But it was a day when a certain Saiyan had come into my room eager to get a rise out of me that I had realized I hadn’t lost everything. I hadn’t lost my life. And I hadn’t lost my will to live. Something no one could steal from me. He was infuriated that I would not bend to his will and he had beaten me badly. So badly in fact that I was almost sure I could see death approaching to claim me.
But the house matron had found me bruised and battered and thrown me into a regeneration tank not wanting to lose one of her prized slaves. Especially not one so young who could make her money for years. And when I was nearly at the brink of death had I truly seen life. A life worth living. Not in that moment, but soon. My natural fire and spirit had returned full force wanting nothing more but to rip the heads from the monsters who owned me. And that was when I knew I would have my freedom.
I had continued to work in the whore house for three years after that day. Degrading as it was I had honed my skills in the art of seduction, pleasure and submission. You wouldn’t believe how much you could learn from a Saiyan brute writhing underneath you or dominantly pawing over you in the name of pleasure. I had given them their pleasure and in turn taken as much knowledge as I could take from them. I had started to fight my battles with my mind and body unable to do so with my fists. And I had come out on top.
Finally I had found a man foolish enough to buy me from the slave house. I had enticed him well and after that I had lived a life of small freedom. I was allowed to invent devices secretly while biding my time. And after another three years I had finally worked my way to the approaching of my master plan. However there were many intricate details to take into consideration. Killing the King was one thing but I did not plan to live for that alone. I planned to take my life back and in doing so give back life as well. I planned to regain my beautiful Planet. And so the next two years I had worked at plotting my future of freedom. Needless to say it was panning out perfectly.
“It hasn’t been easy, let me tell you that. Especially targeting such a powerful man like yourself. But all in all I can say I’m pretty satisfied with the results.” A cold laugh escapes my mouth and I smile wickedly at him. “I knew killing you was the most difficult part off all but nothing could faze a genius like myself. So I created an indiscernible acidic poison that would affect only your Saiyan chemistry.”
In truth the poison had taken a lot of trial and error to perfect but killing a few Saiyans here and there were the least of my worries. It was a poison that I had mastered perfectly after various failed attempts. It had to be odour free because Saiyans could smell poison from a mile away. It had to be powerful enough to kill them but not too fast because I wanted to enjoy their prolonged suffering and agony. And it had to be something that could come from me. I had concocted a potion worthy of the finest witches’ brewery and set it to work.
I had mixed it within my lipstick so I could kiss my King to his death. In truth I had always been fascinated by poison Ivy’s little kissing trick that brought the strongest of men to their knees. But I wanted mine to be deadly. Oh how poetic. A kiss of death. It was perfect and I couldn’t resist.
I had developed the poison to infuse with the superior genes of a Saiyan. Their ferocious cells that made them heal faster and grow stronger were what I had used to my advantage. The poison would mix with the Saiyan’s blood and rapid disposition would occur. The blood would overheat to a point of it acting as acid itself. Burning your insides until your flesh and skin itself melted from your bones.
Oh how satisfying the end results were. A true masterpiece that I would have never thought myself capable of creating had it not been for the cruelty of my life the past eight years.
I bend down slightly to stub my cigarette against his face and he soundlessly screams at me.
“I must say though, your strength at not showing how much this is killing you is truly admirable.” I taunt sarcastically. “Although completely lost on me. I can see the way you’re suffering on the inside. Let’s just say it’s an outwards manifestation of the trouble you face inside yourself.” I laugh wickedly and then stand up straight again.
“Well as fun as this has been I’m actually running on a bit of a tight schedule.” I mock as I glance at my watch.
By now he has slid to the floor completely. The melted flesh from his back sliding of the sofa. His singed hair was already peeling from his scalp and his face was drooping from the poison leaving him looking like a very shrivelled old man. His clothes had long since been burned away and yet his body was still slowly pooling into an unrecognisable puddle of melted flesh; like wax from a burning candle. The smell of his mattered flesh and dripping blood caused me to inhale deeply the fruits of my victory. I could feel the expensive freedom tingle at the tip of my fingers and I closed my hands into a tight fist as if not to lose my grip on it. The taste of victory lingers on my tongue and the words that left my mouth had played in my head for eight long years now.
I lift my right leg carefully and poise the tip of my three inch stiletto heel over his chest. Slowly yet viciously I easily stab at his softened chest with the sharp heel until it squishes into his heart.
“It’s a pity your heart hadn’t been softened years ago Vegeta, you could have saved yourself this terrible ordeal. You could have saved us both.” I say softly, knowing that it was nothing but the truth. Had he only not chose my Planet to purge and left my people in peace I would not have suffered from his actions. I would not have been made into who I was and I would not have sought out revenge over him this way. It had never been who I was, however he had made me this. And although I knew I would not leave here unscathed by my actions today, I would never regret it. Never.
Bending down lower, with my foot still entrenched in his chest, I look directly into his now melting eyeballs.
As his last breath whispers from his gaping mouth I proudly state …
“I am Bulma Briefs and this is my revenge. This is an Earthling’s retribution.”


Author’s Note: I sincerely hope my first chapter of Revenge: An Earthling’s Retribution has pleased readers who have decided to give this story a chance. Please review and let me know what you think of it. Constructive criticism is welcome and if there is anyone who would like to Beta the following chapters please know your kindness and work will be much appreciated!
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