Surviving Together

Chapter 7 - Out of Choices

When Bulma arrived back in her room she started to worry about what Zarbon had in mind. 'More interesting than telling Freeza?' she cringed at the thought; 'What could more interesting than telling Freeza?' Bulma then stumbled into Vegeta's bedroom, only to release a hoarse scream as her eyes landed on Zarbon, who was lying on Vegeta's bed with his arms crossed behind his head, looking as though he was waiting for her. She immediately turned to run, but he sped over and stopped her before she could. "Going somewhere?" he smirked. "But, you just got here, my dear."

Bulma started backing away from him as he slowly followed her; "Why so afraid, little one? Something scaring you?" he asked evilly.

"What… What do you want?" Bulma demanded as she felt her calves hit the back of the bed.

"Just you and me," he smirked as he stepped close enough to force her to crawl backwards on the bed to get away from him, "and a little heart," he pulled her legs out from under her so she was laying flat on the bed, trapped underneath him, "to heart," he finished as he pressed his chest up against hers.

"A-About what?" Bulma tried to remain calm; she knew physical strength was not going to get her out of this.

"You and the little prince," he began casually as he started tracing her collarbone with his forefinger. "I have heard some things that do not add up, and I was hoping you could clarify them." He breathed heavily as he moved his lips to her neck.

"Get off of me!" Bulma screamed, knowing he wanted to do more than just talk.

Zarbon just chuckled at her futile struggles. "Is this how it works with you and Vegeta? Do you always fight him like this?"

Bulma was so confused, she was not sure why he was asking her this, but one thing was painfully clear to her. She felt an agonizingly erect muscle piercing between her thighs, blatantly trying to entice her. If that was not a clear explanation of his ultimate goal, she did not know what else was. "Get off of me!" she repeated, becoming horrified by the prospect.

"You see, this is what confuses me child," Zarbon explained as he began unzipping Bulma's pants. "If you were actually being used properly, you would be bruised and beaten everyday of your life. And yet no regeneration tank visits, marks, limping, so I have to wonder if he has ever touched you." Zarbon grinned knowingly. He did not wait for a response as he then finished pulling her pants down. He smirked as his hungry eyes devoured her long slender legs. "Very nice," he whispered as he sized up his meal. "Well, there is one way to find out if I'm right."

"Which you're not," Vegeta hissed calm and collectedly as he entered the room.

Zarbon and Bulma both turned their attention to the man standing in the doorway. Zarbon smirked as he slowly pulled himself off of Bulma, who quickly pulled the covers over her partially exposed body.

"So, you deny the charge?" Zarbon asked snidely as he walked over to the prince. "Of course," Vegeta hissed, "as if I would allow a creature like that to stay alive if I was not fucking her every night." He tried to put on his best immoral bastard demeanor.

"Oh?" Zarbon asked curiously. "And why is it then that she is unharmed?"

"Oh, she was," Vegeta tried to explain a plausible scenario, "however, after a few weeks of pain she became much wiser and decided to stop fighting me. That is why you see no marks, Zarbon. You see, because unlike you, I want my whore to last long enough for me to take as much pleasure from her for as long as possible."

"I see," Zarbon nodded, not believing a single word the prince spoke, "and I suppose she now comes to you willingly."

"Clearly," Vegeta growled at the man's idiocy. "If she didn't, she would be dead by now."

"Ah, I see," Zarbon smirked as he walked around Vegeta and leaned into his ear. "I don't believe you, Vegeta," Zarbon said to the alarm of the Saiya-jin prince. "You see, I've watched you very carefully these last few months. I've noticed your change in demeanor. You are protective of her unlike I have ever seen you before, so I must wonder if this little whore means more to you than you speak of. I wonder if she means enough for you to keep her purity intact all this time."

Vegeta felt a shiver go down his spine; he knew the underlying threat. Should Freeza find out he had feelings for any female she would be, under the best circumstance, killed, but more likely made to be tortured as a tool to use against him. Neither of which he could allow. "Think what you want, Zarbon, but you are wrong." Vegeta remained calm and collected.

Zarbon smirked as he glanced over at Bulma who was visibly trembling. "What do you think she's so afraid of, Vegeta? I would imagine after six months with you, she would be begging for me to take her."

Vegeta only momentarily glanced at Bulma. He knew the look plastered across her face, it was the same one she displayed the first day he met her, the morning she feared he was going to rape her. She had that look again, only this time with a blatant note of inevitability. "Shall we bottom line this Zarbon. You clearly did not come here just to tell me my whore is frightened, so what is it? What do you want?" Vegeta put his playing face on, he had to find a solution to this or it would mean both of their deaths.

Zarbon smirked as he glanced one last time at Bulma, "It is quite simple. I know, you know, and she knows you have not been using her as Freeza intended, and should he find out, well, I am sure you would not want that to happen. So I'm offering you a simple solution. Give her to me."

Bulma covered her mouth to prevent her shriek. It was difficult enough to listen to these two men talk about her like a piece of meat, but the thought of being given to that animal was almost too terrible to imagine.

As soon as Vegeta saw the look of horror flash across Bulma's face, he immediately knew his answer. "No," Vegeta grunted to the obvious astonishment of Zarbon. "You heard me," Vegeta decided his best solution at this point was to try and bluff his way out. "Do you really think I could ever give a shit about some worthless slave? She was given to me as a fuck toy and the only reason I'd have to hand her over to you would be if I was using her improperly as you said, which I have not been. I have been using the girl's body as my playground every night since she has arrived and I don't intend to give up my fun because of one of your idle threats. The only one of us that will suffer from going to Freeza is you, because he would see just how pathetic you are. Look at yourself, trying to pursue a child that he already told you that you could not have. If I were you, Zarbon," Vegeta smirked as he took a step forward, "I would find some other wench to develop a fixation for, because the only one of us that will be fucking this one is me."

Both Zarbon and Bulma's eyes widened; had Bulma not been the one he was referring to, she would have believed every word he said, however, Zarbon was not as pleased. "You are bluffing, monkey," Zarbon shook his head. "You are putting on this entire scene just to protect her."

"Protect some whore?" Vegeta tried to act insulted, "I do not give a damn about her well being, I only care about mine. And giving the little bitch to you takes away from my pleasure, so you can forget it!"

"Fine," Zarbon smirked as he crossed his arms, finally calming himself. There was certainly more than one way to skin a monkey. "You can keep your whore, as long as you can prove what you are saying is true."

Bulma's lips trembled, 'what could he possibly be demanding now!?' she tried to hold back the tears forming behind her eyes.

Vegeta, meanwhile, was equally shocked, but assumed this fool was bluffing himself. "What are you challenging?" Vegeta asked, wanting to clarify exactly what this sick bastard was after.

Zarbon looked over at the petrified woman on the bed, and smirked evilly. "Fuck her," he said simply as he walked behind Vegeta again, this time to explain exactly what he wanted. "All you have to do is show me how you have used her body every night as a 'playground.' Live up to your claim, Saiya-jin. Rape the little bitch right in front of me; prove all of my accusations wrong."

"The hell I will. I'm not having sex in front of you just for your perverse pleasure." Vegeta grunted, almost too shocked to think. Even he could not have expected Zarbon to propose something so insane.

"I am simply trying to make things easier on you, Vegeta. If what you are telling me is true, then all you have to do is go over there and prove it. According to you, you fuck her on a regular basis, so what does it matter whether or not you have an audience? Unless of course, you would rather come down to see Freeza with me, and then we can present the situation to him."

This definitely was not how Vegeta pictured this scenario turning out. He briefly looked at Bulma, saw the horror in her eyes, and then looked back at the smirking Zarbon. If he were not still recovering he would be beating the shit out of this animal right now. Of course, that was not true, even fully recovered he would just end up having the shit beat out of him, and Bulma would have been raped anyway. The latter, he could not allow, even if he had to hurt her himself, he was not going to unleash a greater hell upon her. Vegeta saw no other option.

"So be it," Vegeta answered nonchalantly as he pulled off his armor. "If you want to watch, then fine," he tried to sound as though what he was about to do was not a degradation of his honor code. Walking over to the already trembling Bulma, he averted his eyes from hers, knowing the fear and confusion he would find in them. She clearly did not understand what he had to do, but he had no other choice. He could only hope that she could forgive him for it.

After pulling off his boots, gloves and armor, Vegeta then lowered the top half of his suit to hang loosely around his waist, unveiling his still bruised chest. Not wanting to prolong the inevitable anymore than he had to, he roughly pulled the covers away from Bulma and crawled on top of her. Ignoring her frightened gasp, he swiftly tore open her shirt, leaving her beneath him in nothing but her bra and panties. An accidental glance towards her face revealed the tears running freely down her cheeks as he arched her chest up against him enough to unhook her bra. "Not like this," he heard her quiet whisper, clearly she was horrifyingly facing the reality of that which was about to happen. But as desperately as he wanted to stop, to prevent the humiliation she was inevitably about to face, he knew he could not protect her from this pain; too much was at stake, for both of them.

Once Vegeta swiftly discarded the thin garment, he unveiled for the first time two of her private treasures no man had been privileged enough to see before. He froze in a moment of guilt as he looked down at her bare chest as he lowered her back down to the bed. The reality of what he was doing to her began to truly sink in as he saw her instinctively move her hands to cover her exposed flesh. But he stopped her abruptly, pinning her hands above her head. He had to maintain control if this charade was going to appear believable. Bringing his lips to her throat, he began tasting her porcelain skin. Once his lips were close enough to her ear, so that Zarbon could not tell he was instructing her, he whispered softly. "Do not fight me," he ran his lips under her throat so that he could attack the other side of her neck for a few moments before completing his warning, "I will try to make this as painless as possible."

Running the fingertips of his free hand over her face to wipe her stray tears away, he pulled his body lower down hers so that he could attend to her pert nipples. As he looked upon her bouncing mounds, he felt an icy moment of pause as he realized he was finally experiencing what he had long desired. Watching her heaving chest rise and fall in pained movements, he knew her shortened breaths were the result of her mortification towards his actions. He knew all too well she did not want to become a part of him as she was about to. He knew she did not want her innocence stolen, as it soon would be. But he could not consider those desires right now; he needed to maintain his focus. He needed to remind himself that if he was not doing this to her right now, some other fiend would be, and the pain he could inflict would be nothing compared to an animal like Zarbon. That thought killed him, the thought of another man, particularly Zarbon, inflicting that kind of pain upon her made him physically ill. He would not allow it, even at this cost.

Vegeta shot out of his daze and lowered his lips to her chest. He knew the only way he could limit the pain he was going to inflict upon her was by getting her as aroused as possible. He slowly slid his tongue around one of her breasts as he gently massaged the other with his tear-moistened digits.

"Enough with the foreplay, just penetrate her," Zarbon hissed disinterestedly, cruelly reminding the pair of his presence.

"I will take her however the hell I choose to, if you do not like it, then fuck off," Vegeta muttered against Bulma's well-endowed breast, for Zarbon's benefit. He wanted so desperately to kill the bastard for all the havoc he was causing, but right now that was not an option. He needed to make this as quick as possible, he knew the longer he kept his hands on her, the more violated the blue haired creature beneath him would feel. Removing his hand from her breast, Vegeta slowly slid his fingers down the side of her perfectly curved body towards her tightly closed thighs. With the aid of his knee, he pushed apart her legs just enough so that he could lie between them comfortably. Relieved that she had heeded his words, and did not put forth a fight, he felt secure enough to release his hold on her hands. Guiding them to rest on his shoulders, he felt her nails dig into his skin as he caressed his hand down the side of her body once more, latching onto her silken underwear and ripping it swiftly off of her body, eliminating any further obstacles.

Once her completely naked form was his for the taking, Vegeta brought his fingers to her depressingly dry entrance. Upon first contact he heard her gasp, though he was not certain whether it was out of shock or pain, he would soon get his answer. Pressing one digit inside her, Vegeta gently began probing her vaginal walls for pleasure spots that could prepare her for his inevitable entrance. After a short minute he ran his fingers over a spot that forced her hips to buck against him wildly. 'Perfect,' he smirked, as he began to tease the spot again, forcing her to push towards him, craving more. Her nails continued to dig into his skin as she arched her back towards him, it was clear his ministrations were causing only pleasure. Once her lubrication began to start flowing freely he felt some of his tensions release, it was a start, though hardly enough for that which he intended. It was then he decided to do something that a Saiya-jin only does for a bonded mate, as the ultimate sign of desire and affection. Though never intending to perform the act, for her, he faltered. He removed his fingers from inside her, but quickly replaced the growing sensations as he slowly slid his tail inside of her agape legs.

Bulma shot her eyes open as his soft, furry appendage was massaging parts of her body that she never knew could bring her such gratification. She finally found herself feeling the fear drift away as a sudden urge to scream came to her, but she held the feeling back as she wrapped her arms more securely around Vegeta, burying her head in the crook of his neck as she bit down on her lip, almost drawing blood. Both Zarbon and Vegeta could hear the moans she was trying to hide and knew whatever that tail was doing was working. Vegeta felt pride consume him. He finally heard a sound he wanted.

"So that's what that tail is for," Zarbon snickered, "I knew it couldn't be for strength."

Vegeta grunted as he quickly glanced back at the man who was trying to insult him now of all times, but brushing the comment off, he turned his attention back to Bulma, who was grasping at him like a drowning woman to a life preserver. He took her trembling as a sign that she was ready for him. Deciding it was time to end Zarbon's twisted game, he lowered Bulma back onto the bed, and with some effort, untangled her limbs from his body so that he could discard his remaining garments. He knew it was now time for the show.

Lifting Bulma up once more, he rather aggressively twisted her body so she was trapped face down on her stomach. Bulma gasped as she tried to understand why he was suddenly being so forceful with her when he had promised to make this violation as 'painless as possible.' But she would soon find out as Vegeta continued with his rough treatment by forcing her on all fours and placing his powerful hands on her hips to hold her in place. Almost immediately after, a new sensation shot through her body as she felt a hard warmth just barely enter into her from behind. Her head immediately dropped forward and her arms shook, she suddenly found it almost impossible to hold herself up. Vegeta noticed her weakness and grabbed her stomach and forcibly pulled her up into his chest, leaving the two kneeling in the middle of the bed, though predominantly supported by Vegeta. Bulma dropped her head back to rest atop of Vegeta's shoulder as she lost the strength to support herself, never could she have ever imagined experiencing sensations like the ones she felt at that moment.

Vegeta could feel her resistance dripping away with every second that passed, and wanting to maintain the drunken lust he was inflicting upon her, he gently caressed his tail up her thigh as he pulled her knees apart more so he could slip the appendage into her body once again. Watching with pleasure as she thrust towards his tail, he decided to continue overloading her body with these new sensations as he ran his hands slowly up her stomach to find her breasts. Encircling them with his calloused hands, he began stroking them gently at first, then more roughly as her gasps of pleasure increased. Feeling her body moving closer to that all too essential pinnacle of ecstasy, he gradually began pressing further inside her from behind, preparing her for the none too comfortable entrance he would make. He kept his thrusts gentle and slow, even though his throbbing erection was telling him to do differently.

Bulma was lost in Vegeta's arms. Every inch of her body felt as though it was generating pleasure. Her skin was flush against his as a hard shaft slowly pushed towards her barrier-her barrier, her virginity. Why was consideration for what she wanted to protect so dearly suddenly slipping away? How was it that his soft tail, unwittingly invading her parts, and his rough hands massaging her incredibly hardened breasts could feel this gratifying? Bulma groaned in displeasure as she felt a slightly harder thrust from the man behind her. It was a warning. Without even opening her eyes to look upon the Saiya-jin, she knew it was time. Closing her eyes tightly, she bit her bottom lip to hold back her impending tears.

Vegeta slowly closed and opened his eyes as he watched her silently brace her body for his invasion. She was wiser than he had given her credit for. She understood what he had to do, and now she was bracing herself for the repercussions of those actions. Releasing one of her breasts, he swept his now free hand slowly up the side of her body before reaching her face. He took a brief moment to look into her swollen blue orbs, giving him an eerie moment of pause. He was suddenly struck with the reality of what he was doing. He was taking her innocence; He. Who was he to have the right to touch such an angelic creature? Who was he to be inside such purity, to corrupt her innocence with his dirty murderous body? He was not Zarbon, the thought echoed throughout his mind. That had to be clear before all else. He had a responsibility to protect her, and right now, this was the only way he knew how.

Silencing any further internal struggles, Vegeta roughly pulled Bulma's lips to his. "I'm sorry," he muttered frankly before he plunged himself into her with one swift and powerful thrust that surrendered her virginity to him. He swallowed her agonizing scream as he pressed his mouth against hers, offering his tongue as a distraction to the pain he knew the breaking of her barrier had caused. Tightening his embrace, he held her steady. He stayed still for several moments, allowing her newly penetrated body to adjust to his invasion.

Vegeta hated every second she ached because of actions he had taken. But after what felt like an eternity, Bulma's moans of pain turned into that of contentment as a rush of pleasure began to engulf her body. Feeling her breathing steady and her hips start pushing against his, both knew that the worst was over. It was only a matter of time before they would come. And, it was Bulma who did first as her orgasm hit her with full force and her body practically went limp in Vegeta's arms. The prince smirked at the deep moan she released; he took pleasure in knowing she enjoyed it.

However, pleasure was something Vegeta was coming up short on as he realized his release had not come yet. Since he could not very well leave her with his still throbbing erection, he decided it was time to switch positions again. Dropping the two of them forward, he released Bulma and rolled her onto her back as he slowly spread her legs once more. He then braced himself on either side of her as he plunged deeply inside of her. Bulma felt a tear roll down her cheek in pain as her body tried to accommodate his immense size. But the damp caress of his tongue licking away her tear relaxed her, giving her the courage to begin rocking her hips to meet his every thrust.

Hard and fast was the pace Vegeta took as he slammed into her tight warmth. The friction their two bodies created against one another was consuming. "Yes," Vegeta moaned in approval as he glued his eyes to her sweat drenched form. "Yes," closing his eyes he thrust his head back, stopping himself from watching her any longer. The passion filled image of her trembling body beneath his was enough to push him over the edge, but he could not, not yet. The very least she deserved for all of this was a second release. He would not allow his selfish body to deny her that after all he had done to her.

"Ahhh!" An echoing scream reverberated throughout the room as Bulma experienced her second orgasm. She almost immediately after heard her partner grunt one last resounding "YES," as his seed shot into her womb. An uncontrolled animalistic roar echoed through the room as Vegeta's body was finally swallowed by an ecstasy like none other he had ever experienced. She was truly better than in his wildest dreams, even under these circumstances.

With what little strength he had left, Vegeta opened his eyes as the sound of mock clapping interrupted his blissful laying. Rolling the two of them over once more, Vegeta, with an atypical tenderness, pulled his slightly softened member out of his mate's body. Lifting himself off of the bed, Vegeta grabbed the blanket to cover Bulma, before walking over in all his naked glory to a disappointed Zarbon. "So," Vegeta panted, though maintaining a snide look upon his face, "learn anything?"

Zarbon grimaced, even if he was right and they had not slept together before, he could not prove it now. 'Damn Saiya-jin.' "I suppose I was wrong," the green haired beast begrudgingly agreed. "But do remember," he shrugged while turning to leave, "when you are sick of raping her, send her my way." And with that sick thought, Zarbon left Vegeta suddenly feeling as though that was exactly what he had just done.

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Author's Note: Well, I think you can all guess what is next. Bulma and Vegeta deal with the fallout from what just happened between them. Will there be forgiveness? Who will bear the blame? What will their relationship be like after this? Next time…