Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Slayer Mine ❯ Rescued, At Last! ( Chapter 11 )

They had brought her another tray of food. The girl, Cerise, Red, kept sneaking into her cell and keeping her company. Sometimes they would talk, sometimes just sit and stare into the darkness together, both feeling as if they were truly sisters. Sisters in terror, sisters in captivity. Bulma picked at the food on the tray, she missed her friends and family so much her heart ached with it.

She wasn't like her friend here. She hadn't been born and raised here. She knew about the world outside and longed to return to it. She would return, Bulma thought, gripping the plastic fork so tight that it cut into her skin.

"I hope you are enjoying your stay here, My dear." She heard the voice, lilting europian accent and soft tones, and looked the door. It stood wide open and a man with slightly frizzy silvery white hair and faint stubble shadowing his well-pronouced jaw, stood there, his legs braced apart and his arms akimbo. "I have to apologize for the accommodations. A woman of your…skills…should know only the best."

Bulma just glared at him, poised ready to throw the tray of half-eaten food at him if he took one more step towards her. "Who are you?" She asked, "I just want to get out of this godforsaken place…"

"And so you shall, my dear." He said, bowing towards her, "Allow me to introduce myself…I am Leander Douglas The Third…I own…" He spread his hands wide to indicate the surrounding facilities, "All this."

"Whoohoo!" Bulma said, sarcasm dripping from her voice like the thin gray stuff that passed for chicken gravy slid from her fork back onto her plate, "You know you're going to die when my husband gets here."

He laughed and came towards her, leaning down to stroke his black gloved hand across her cheek; "We've needed new breeders in here for quite some time." He murmered, gazing down at her with intense ice-blue eyes. Bulma winced from his touch and he took the tray of food from her, "Yes, your brains and beauty will make beautiful…products for the cause…"

"Over my dead body!" She cried, moving to gain her feet, "Touch me and you won't have to wait to face my husband. I'll kill you myself!"

"And spirit too!" He said, laughing, his black clothing made him look like a shadow in the room, "You just never cease to surprise, do you, my dear?"

He set the tray down and stepped up to her. Bulma had to look up as he was slightly taller than herself, and grasped her hands by the wrists when she lifted them to defend herself. His grip tightened and she struggled to supress any indictication that he was hurting her. She wouldn't give him the satification. She continued to glare up at him wishing she had all the dragonballs right there with her so she could summon the dragon and wish him into the blackest pits of hell for enternal pain and torment.

"No need to look like that, my dear." He whispered, pulling her closer to his massive chest, "Being a breeder can be fun, you know, you just have to know…the right…techique…"

She tried to turn away but he let go of one of her hands and took ahold of her chin. Jerking her face back to his she cried out as he bruised her lips beneath his own painfully, cruelly. She shoved at him with her one remaining free hand and raised her leg to knee him where it would do the most damage as he tongue darted inbetween her teeth and wrestled with her own, making her want to gag.

Suddenly, as she felt his hardness pressed against her and his hand left her face to cup her soft, rounded buttocks, she heard an enomous explosion that rocked the facility to it's foundations. Leander pulled away from her, annoyance written across his features as he looked towards the door. "What in….?"

Before he could finish his query, a new figure appeared in the doorway. One Bulma had never been so glad to see. She tried to pull away from the madman who still held her tight in his grip but could not. He was too strong for her.

"I suggest you let the woman go." Vegeta strode into the room, Bulma's heart skipped at the sight of him and she suddenly felt weak for want. She wanted to feel his arms around her, his lips crushing her's. She wanted to be taken by him deep into the night and the wee hours of the morning, over and over, savagely. "Or things will become very messy for you."

"Give up this delicious morsel?" He asked, raising a silvery eyebrow at the Saiyan prince, "You have got to be kidding!"

"Try me."

"As long as I still have her, you will do nothing." He said, "Try to harm me and I will not hesitate to kill the girl."

Vegeta shrugged, looking indifferent, though all his insides screamed at him that Bulma, the woman he loved, was in trouble and he must not…would not lose her! "Go ahead. Kill her. Makes no difference to me." He raised his hands and got ready to form a ki blast, the energy crackling around him like a lightning storm, "You are going to die."

Sudden fear flashed across the other man's face and he shoved Bulma towards him, "Please!" He cried, and now Vegeta could see his true colors. Coward that he was, taking his pleasure from creatures weaker than him and hurting them to make himself feel bigger, Vegeta did not stop his ki ball from forming, "I let her go! D-don't hurt me!"

"Too late." Vegeta said, his voice low, as he threw the orb, it exploded on contact with the crazed madman. He turned to his wife, who was shaken but alive. Thankfully alive. He pulled her close and looked up into her eyes before taking her mouth with his own. How he'd missed her taste, her scent. He held her tight. How he'd missed her.

When he broke away from her, Piccolo was standing there, behind them. Vegeta shoved her towards him and said; "Get her out of here, Piccolo." He began to power up, anger so deep she could almost taste it issueing off of him like steam, "Things are about to get messy."

"Wait!" Bulma cried, and Piccolo lifted her up off the ground and prepared to leave with her, "Vegeta! The women and children! They have to get out! Vegeta!"

Piccolo had already took off and Bulma wasn't certain if her words had carried to him, for Vegeta gave no sign of having heard. She sobbed against Piccolo's cape as he carried her to safty.