Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sculpted In Gold ❯ The perfect Birthday present?? ( Chapter 1 )

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Sculpted In Gold

By Lady Valtaya

Vegeta prowled the circular halls of Frieza's ship silently. It was his birthday. He growled audibly at the thought and yet didn't hesitate to enter the throne room when the doors opened before him. He forced himself to move with dignity and pride, even though he knew that this would only be yet another opportunity for Frieza to humiliate him in some way.

So far, Vegeta's more memorable birthday gifts from Frieza included a small jar carved out of diamond containing space dust from his long destroyed planet… when he was six. The medallion his father always wore around his neck, the jewel in the center was crushed, two years ago, yet he had kept the now worthless trinket anyway. Then there was last year. He had walked into this very room and found a larger than life size statue of his father, the features almost unrecognizable, yet below the pedestal was without a scratch as it proudly displayed his father's name. Vegeta had vaporized it instantly, and Frieza had nearly killed him even before he could blink…

" Welcome Prince Vegeta. " Frieza purred, his garnet eyes malevolent and cold. He rose from his throne and gestured grandly around the room. " I do hope you'll mind your manners a little better at your party this year than you did last year, though. "

" You really didn't need to go to all of this trouble just for me, you know. I am already two hours behind schedule, Lord Frieza. "

" Nonsense. It's no trouble, and while I do love punctuality in a monkey, I must insist on giving you a little bit of a break. Your schedule is more than 4 months ahead of where you really need to be, Vegeta… You Saiyans are my most profitable team. "

Vegeta snorted. " Maybe if some of the other soldiers spent a little less time drinking, gambling and womanizing maybe my team wouldn't have to be the one that saves the entire profit margin, every quarter. "

The Ice-Jin laughed. " Very well said Vegeta. Remind me to use that little hint on Captain Ginyue the next time he asks for an advance on his paycheck… On the other hand, you really have been working much too hard. Which is why I've decided to give you a special birthday present this year. Dodoria, bring them in. "

Vegeta didn't need more than a glance to determine that the slave girls who were lead in were either specially bred concubines who looked alluring and hopeful or captured females from long destroyed planets, too abused and frightened to try objecting anymore as their bodies were used over and over by the soldiers who had taken and destroyed their planets… Vegeta had been just about to make Frieza very angry by again refusing his gift, when the doors on the opposite end of the throne room were thrown open, and Zarbon came sauntering in with a tiny female slung over his shoulder that was squealing with rage. " Sorry to interrupt, Lord Frieza. But here is the Princess. "

" How dare you! My mother will hear about this, Zarbon. You will put me down at once! " The female prisoner had no hope of escaping Zarbon's hold, yet refused to hold still, and with that long mane of golden hair it was impossible to get a good look at her. All he could say for sure, was she had a delicate body, that was sensually curved in all the right places, with warm golden skin hugged by a long white silk dress. As Zarbon reached the dais of Frieza's throne, he promptly dumped her on the floor and she got up with surprising grace and speed. Tossing her incredibly long mane of curls over her shoulders, she at last revealed her face.

Her small, perfectly placed features and delicate bone structure were as clearly evident as her anger; the beauty could be no more than his age, 18, and her silver eyes burned with fire. She was breathtaking. It was the only word Vegeta could think of that truly fit her. She had the face of an angel and the body of an athlete. Adding in her coloration and Vegeta was sure he had never seen a more beautiful creature of any species. Gasps and murmurs from the rest of the room said that he wasn't the only admirer the spirited little female had won since her rather ungraceful entry, either.

For a moment she glared around the room, and then glanced at Frieza. " Do your warriors always stand around looking stupid when they aren't butchering things? Or have Zarbon and I interrupted something? "

" Not at all, Princess. " Frieza purred, and Vegeta turned to glance at him, he recognized that particular tone… it was mocking yet congratulatory at the same time. The Saiyan Prince noticed the tyrant was watching his tail and growled at himself for being distracted by the luscious little female standing next to him. He wrapped his tail back around his waist and managed to keep it there, but he knew it was already too late. Frieza had already seen what he wanted to know, apparently.

She had moved closer, and was now standing right next to him. Her skin smelled lightly of strawberry and roses, and yet somehow it suited her… " You are just in time. We were about to find out which of those lovely young ladies Prince Vegeta was interested in, but I think he already has a more intriguing prospect in mind. "

" What? " the girl whispered, suddenly realizing all eyes were locked on her, and she turned very pale, " You can't be serious. "

Frieza chuckled coldly. " You have dared to disobey me for the last time. When I tell you not to use your magic, and not the play games with the soldiers who serve me… I expect you to listen to me. "

" But I haven't done anything wrong. "

Frieza watched her in silence, and while the malicious grin that replaced it was particularly cruel, Vegeta knew he had seen the tyrant's expression soften, if for only an instant. " To you magic is natural and something you were born with... but I have still forbidden you to practice it while you are visiting your mother. As for my men, you also know to stay away from them, Princess. Just being female, flirting is also natural to you, but there is a reason I don't want you near them. You see, young ladies who don't behave like ladies won't be treated like ladies for very long among my soldiers. Intelligence and self-control are not virtues shared by most of my fighters. Since you seem so insatiably curious about the opposite sex, perhaps I ought to allow you to find out for yourself what you seem to think you are missing out on. " Several dozen men were laughing and rudely volunteering to initiate her, but Frieza ignored them, continuing instead to stare at Vegeta. " I do hope you enjoy your little present, Vegeta, but I don't want to find out tomorrow morning that you broke this one. "

Vegeta glared at the Ice-Jin, but didn't get a chance to say anything, over the cheering, whistling and catcalls, and he felt hands grab him, but he didn't get a chance to fight them off, because as he was being carried out, along with his "birthday present", Frieza spoke directly into his mind. " If you can keep her out of trouble, I may even let you keep her. You can thank me later. "

Before either of them could enter a protest, they were being thrown into a room with the doors locked behind them, amid still more taunts and catcalls.

" Great. " Vegeta growled. He didn't look at her as he walked over and sat on the large bed in the room, which incidentally, was also the only furniture in the room.

The beautiful girl drew her arms around her shoulders and sighed, staring at the floor. "What did I do to make Frieza mad at me this time? "

" What do you mean, this time? "

" I'm just bored here! I hate it when I have to come and stay with Frieza! But why did he pick you to give me to? "

" Today is my birthday. " He growled.

" Really? How old are you. "

" Eighteen and why does it matter? "

" I just thought we could talk… I mean; I don't see anything else to do in this room! " She snapped, then she looked up around the room, and gasped. The walls were revolting. Hundreds of pictures of couples and groups of several couples engaging in every imaginable sexual position decorated the walls from floor to ceiling and the ceiling itself, was a mirror. She shuddered and looked at the floor.

" Oh don't you? " He snorted.

" This is all your fault! At least I wasn't staring at you like starving animal looking at a piece of meat. " She snapped, thrusting her nose in the air. " I refuse to be used as a whore. "

He chuckled in spite of himself, unable to deny that he was still enjoying watching her. That pose exposed her sleek, graceful neck and he found himself started to purr. " I am many things, Princess but a rapist will never be one of them. But regardless, I don't have time for this at the moment. I have work to do. "

" How can they do this to me? I'm a princess! I'm not some stupid slave! I refuse to loose my virginity to someone I don't even know! " She shouted at the door, and heard a lot of laughter on the other side. He laughed too and she glared at him. " What, monkey boy? Oh, wait a minute; I suppose that is funny because you're going to tell me that you've done this before? It's ok to admit it, if you're still a virgin too; you know you can't possibly be any older than I am. "

" Of course I've done this before. " He smirked, and she rolled her eyes. " I tend to stay busy training and working, but occasionally I still find time to entertain a few bedmates. I prefer females that are free to come and go as they please… but maybe I could make an exception in your case, princess. "

" My name is Shannelle, damn it! " She growled and her silver eyes flickered dangerously. He got up and came toward her, and suddenly she knew she should back away, but at the same time, he was attractive. There were butterflies in her stomach. His sharp, aristocratic features were beautiful, and he was even about her height, if it wasn't for the flame of black hair. His eyes were so dark, and yet there was fire in them, together the effect was mesmerizing. He was very muscular and powerfully built for as young as he was. She saw his tail unwind itself from his waist again and wondered if it was as soft as it looked. " So… w-who and what are you? "

" I am Vegeta. " There was an arrogance in his tone that made her want to slap him, but at the same time, at least he hadn't simply thrown her on the bed and… she squeezed her eyes shut at the direction that thought was taking. " The prince of all Saiyans and what are you? "

Her eyes opened, as she realized he had moved away from her. " I am an Elf, specifically a Gold Elf, the rarest of my kind. "

" You are very beautiful. " He told her, his obsidian eyes emotionless, and yet she could feel little shivers running through her body at the hint of purring in his seductive tone, and the butterflies in her stomach were really starting to go crazy.

" Thank you. " She smiled at him, and he couldn't help finding her even more beautiful… " I believe you. "

" What? "

" Yes, " She whispered, smiling just slightly. " I think you have done this before. " Her shimmering eyes shifted to pewter as her eyelids slowly drifted lower. Her expression was sultry and inviting. " Because when you do that purring thing, I want to do things with you that I haven't even considered doing with anyone else. I know I shouldn't, but I think I want you. "

" It really isn't proper for a princess to say things like that. " Vegeta purred, " but I think that's why you said it, Shani. "

She giggled, " I can't help it, I'm bored. Frieza never wants me to have any fun. But, since you haven't hurt me, I don't think you will. So, why shouldn't both of us enjoy it? "

He chuckled, but didn't say anything, choosing instead to kiss her. Warm, and light his lips were soft and felt delightful against hers. The kiss was gentle, building slowly in intensity as he let her taste him. Shani hadn't ever been kissed before and she had to admit, she was enjoying it immensely. And the butterflies in her stomach seemed to like it too. This became especially clear when she kissed him back and he slipped his tongue into her mouth, exploring her, tasting her. The butterflies seemed to move lower then, and she could feel her skin getting warmer, and there was even more heat building between her legs.

He put his arms around her, letting his fingers stroke her back, almost soothingly, as if he were wondering when she would change her mind. She giggled knowing if he kept this up, she would let him do anything he wanted with her. Their kisses grew deeper, and he seemed to sense that her sense of balance was suddenly leaving her. He positioned her carefully on the bed, arranging himself on top of her, but carefully, so he wouldn't hurt her.

The princess felt all kinds of new sensations as his kisses continued scandalizing her lips, but he was also starting to touch her body with his hands too. She moaned softly when he moved his hand up her thigh, raising the hem of her gown gently. When his hand finally brushed against her bare leg, she shuddered. The slight contact seemed to make the heat between her thighs almost unbearable. She moaned in disappointment when his lips left hers, but it proved only momentary, for when he began to kiss her neck, her whole body shivered with pleasure.

She nestled herself into the sheets, arching her back as he lazily nibbled her delicately pointed ears and then drifting down her neck. She felt warm and aroused all over, and she began to squirm, not really sure of what she wanted, but understanding instinctively that she needed more. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, her fingers playing in his hair. He started to purr again, and she arched her back even more, asking him not to stop. The princess felt him raise his body away from hers for a moment, but before she could ask what was wrong, her dress was torn down the middle and she gasped, but he kissed her again, on the lips and this time, she could feel the hard surface of his armor against her nipples and she sighed softly. She touched his shoulders, and his back curiously, wondering how to get the armor off and how much more he would make her want him before he did anything else.

He pulled the armor off pretty easily, his shirt soon followed, then his boots and she was starting to get a little nervous. Not wanting to watch anymore, it was as if her body had a mind of its own, for she grabbed the sheets, but before she could scramble under them, his arms folded around her waist, easily drawing her against his chest from behind. He was naked, she could feel his skin against her and she moaned softly, when he kissed her ear. " You'll have to be faster than that, Princess. "

He had left her panties on. He calmly slipped his fingers up to her breasts, letting her get used to his touch. He was being very careful with her; she could feel that he was incredibly strong, yet he barely touched her at all. She moaned, rolling her head back against his shoulder, she let him continue his nibbling, loosing herself in the way he was playing with her body. Her nipples were feeling almost painfully sensitive, by the time one of his hands moved lower. He blew gently across her neck and she shivered, her thighs parted for him even before he had his hand down her panties. She held her breath, wondering how much longer he would be able to be gentle with her.

She felt him graze the delicate mound of her sex with his fingers and bit her lip to keep herself from crying out. She was so wet, and his hand was very controlled, it was getting hard to keep herself balanced on her knees. He purred soothingly against her neck, nipping her ear playfully. He parted the silken folds gently. He found the bud of her sex easily and began stroking it slowly. Her movements and the way she was moaning started to get more frantic, despite her attempts to control them. He nuzzled her, purring, and let her try to remove his hand from her panties. Vegeta chuckled.

She moaned, still squirming. He slipped a finger inside of her, making her buck her hips, biting back another moan and he smirked. After she figured out that she couldn't stop him, and after she let herself admit she liked the way he was touching her, she found herself wanting more. She started to move her hips with his hand and found that the sensations only got better. She felt as if she could do this for days; let him do anything he wanted to with her body. He put another finger into her, and began moving them deeper. She gasped sharply when she felt the muscles deep within her body suddenly begin to contract. He didn't stop though, and she could only writhe helplessly as she felt something soft and delightfully warm move to enter her slowly, he nipped the back of her neck, as his tail began to thrust into her slowly, replacing his fingers.

Shani was expecting it to hurt, when he was all the way in, but the amount of searing pain that lanced through her still surprised her. He had been careful, she knew that, but she had still cried out. She closed her eyes, feeling guilty, and glad that he had stopped without her asking him to, she certainly hadn't expected him to. The next time she let herself look around and feel anything, she was lying on her back, and he was only partially on top of her. He leaned down and kissed her, the subtle movement told her that he had withdrawn, and yet she was still very wet.

She kissed him back, spreading her legs wide. This time she felt something smooth and very hard graze the entrance to her sex. She arched her back, baring her throat; instinctively knowing it would tell him she was ready for more. She moaned as he entered her, her arms wrapped tightly around him. He paused, looking into her eyes. She smiled, and kissed him passionately.

His first few thrusts, she took quietly, as she tried to get used to the size of him, then almost without warning he started to thrust harder and she started to moan, writhing against him. It was incredible, as good as he had been with his hands, this was much better. He kissed her again, as if to silence her cries of pleasure, but then he started nibbling at her neck and he purred when she called out his name.

He was tireless, his body was magnificent, drenched in sweat and the way he was making her feel it was incredible. She ran her tongue down his neck, holding on tightly as he continued to take her. Her own body was also slick with sweat, and yet she didn't feel at all tired. He captured her lips in another kiss and she returned it hungrily, wanting to thank him for being so careful and giving her so much incredible pleasure when it was actually his birthday…

Then all at once, she felt her inner muscles gathering toward another climax. She whimpered a little as she tried to control it, wondering what he was going to do to her this time, but as if he could read her mind, he nuzzled her with his nose playfully. " Don't fight it. " He purred. " Just let it go. " Almost hesitantly, she obeyed, deciding to trust him again.

This time, the wild surges of pleasure didn't seem to stop, she cried out helplessly, moaning his name over and over. Dazed and breathless, she didn't remember stopping, or that she had just lost her virginity to a complete stranger, and enjoyed it immensely. Nor did she realize that he had bitten her on the neck, sometime during their passionate lovemaking. All she really knew was she felt truly safe for the first time in her life, while she was drifting off to sleep in the warmth of his embrace.

My favorite Frieza line from any of my stories was definitely one of the ones in here… " … I do love punctuality in a monkey… "

I'm quite proud of that, actually. LOL!! But, I suppose when you hug trees, it probably doesn't take much to amuse ya, huh? Ok… I'll shut up now. Please review!!!!!