Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Event to Last a Lifetime ❯ CH8 ( Chapter 8 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Turles guided Bulma out of the ballroom. Why aren't we in the ballroom any more? I am sort of tired. Turles is looking at me in a weird manner. I wonder if he is alright. "Turles are you feeling alright? You have a funny look on your handsome face." Turles looked around and turned back to Bulma, "It's nothing, Princess. I am fine for now. Would you like me to walk you to your room?" He is acting funny too. I think I should get away from him. I remember what Kakkarot told me about his people. “Thank you for the offer, but I think I can find my way fine. Thanks for the dance as well.” Turles hesitated, but bowed to Bulma and took his leave. Now which way do I go? Maybe I should have taken him up on his offer since I have no clue where I am. “All of these halls look the same.” Bulma continued to lose her way following the never ending passages. None of this looks familiar. I should turn back before I get completely lost. Wait, I already am lost. Bulma, how do you get yourself in to these situations? She decided to turn back the way she came, but could not remember how many lefts and rights she had taken. The lights in the halls were dim since it was late in the night and she could not see anything that looked familiar to her. This is going to take forever.

“He couldn't have taken her that far,” Vegeta said beginning to get worried. He stopped in front of the Elite cafeteria. Many warriors were inside eating and conversing about the presence of new women on the planet. Those idiots better not have touched so much as a hair on her head, or I will kill them all. He burst through the swinging doors and smirked when all of them kneeled before him. “Have any of you seen the Earth Princess. She is somewhere in the palace without escort,” Vegeta was looking at all of them. “Sire, I left her side not ten minutes ago. She could not have gone too far,” Turles said with a plate full of food. Vegeta made his way to the Elite while the others continued to kneel. “Where were you the last time you made contact with her?” “Right outside these doors, your highness.” Vegeta was getting angrier by the second. Vegeta began, “If anyone lays a finger on the onna, I will personally remove your intestines and feed them to you!”

Bulma was undoubtedly lost. She had turned so many corners that she was about to give up when she saw a figure in the distance. It looked like a slender man, but she could not be sure. She rushed to catch up to them. She stopped dead in her tracts when they disappeared in thin air. What the hell happened? I know I might be lost, but I am not crazy. “Where did they go?” She heard a chuckle behind her. She turned only to be grabbed by the arms and shoved against a wall. “What are you doing? How dare you treat me like this? Unhand me right this instant or I will…” She could not see the culprit, but heard his words loud and clear. “Or you will do what? Scream? Once a sound comes out of your mouth I will kill you,” the man stated while groping Bulma's sides and breasts. Oh my Kami he is going to rape and then kill me. What am I going to do? If I scream he will kill me and he is surely faster than I. I'm going to die. Bulma was whimpering as the man ripped her gown down the front. He placed his lips on the space between her breasts when Bulma yelled, “NOOOO!!!!” He reached his hand back and slapped her across the face hard. Her body flew across the hall and landed against the wall. Her vision was blurred, but she could make out the clothing the man was wearing. It was an Elite guard, but she could not make out his face. She heard the man curse and turn his back to her. “We will have to finish this at a later time, Princess.” With that, he was gone. She tried to stand, but could not. Her legs would not support her body. She slid back to the ground and looked across the hall. All she could see were a pair of green eyes starring at her. She heard a hysterical laugh and then nothing. She went unconscious.

“NOOO!!!” Vegeta heard the scream and headed straight for it. That has to be the onna. What other female would be roaming the palace this late? With his keen Saiyan senses he immediately found the princess limp on the ground leaning up against a corner with half of her dress gone. He could see no one else in the hall. They must have felt my energy and fled. If I ever find out who touched her, I will make an example out of them. As he got closer to her, he could see the blood running down her chin from the cut on her lip. Her right cheek was a blue-black color from bruising. She was knocked out from the impact of the other man. Oh they will pay for doing this.

Vegeta gently picked up the princess in his arms and headed for her room. He reached his destination in no time. He slung the door to her room open and was met by a scream. The onna's roommate finally makes her presence known. “GET OUT NOW!!!” The terrified girl ran as fast as she could out of the room. Vegeta tenderly laid Bulma on her small bed before clicking the door shut. For almost an hour Vegeta sat beside Bulma's limp body debating with himself on what to do. She is so peaceful looking. How could anyone hurt such a delicate creature? Man, get a hold of yourself. What are you saying? Emotions are for the weak. I cannot care for this weakling onna. She will be my downfall. But weak creatures such as this need protection. She will beyond doubt be raped or killed without my protection. I can make Kakkarot be her personal guard. Kakkarot is very strong and I trust him with my life, but can I trust him with my mat…I was not about to say that. He looked down and noticed his tail was no longer wrapped around his waist, but around the waist of the princess. He carefully unraveled it from her bruised body. He scolded his tail, “How dare you choose a mate without my permission!” Stupid things have minds of their own sometimes.

He paced the floor in front of her bed for a few minutes. Never did he take his eyes off of her still form. I do not want to protect this onna, but I trust no one else to do it. What am I going to do? Think Vegeta. A smirk found its way to his lips.