Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The King and I ❯ A Woman. ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
“A woman?!”
The King's exotically beautiful face contorted in anger as he swiftly stood from his throne and glared down at the frightened Saiyan who grovelled at his feet. His midnight eyes were narrowed and his fists clenched shaking in barely contained fury at his sides.
“I told you that I do not need an advisor! And I most certainly do not need a weak female telling me what to do! What the hell is she anyway? She's not Saiyan!”
The newly crowned King Vegeta turned his smirking countenance towards the milky skinned, blue haired beauty who stood proudly before him, challenge burning in her bright blue eyes.
“And why does she not bow to me? Does she have no respect?!”
A tall, broad Saiyan stepped up from behind the blue haired Earthling and kicked the grovelling Saiyan to the side. The warrior, who was really no more than a boy, yelped before scrambling to his feet and moving quickly out of the way. Bardock smirked and shifted his black furred robe over one shoulder, showing off his dark blue armour that had been polished till it gleamed. He placed one clenched fist over his heart and bowed low to his King before snatching up the woman's delicate wrist in his large hand.
“Show some respect, girl! Bow before your King!”
The blue haired woman winced a little as the tall Saiyan grabbed her a little more roughly than he had intended to, but she composed herself and managed not to cry out. She raised her chin defiantly, looking Bardock straight in the eyes well aware of the disrespect she was showing King Vegeta by looking away from him.
“No.”
The buzzing chatter that had been going on in the large lushly decorated throne room suddenly stopped, struck dead by that one tiny word spoken by the alien woman. Vegeta looked like he was about to explode as his fingernails cut into the soft flesh of his palms and his crimson blood dripped slowly onto the floor. Onyx eyes that held such heat and malice bore into her as if they could see into her very soul and was about to drag it down to hell with him. His voice was soft, but it was not kind and it held very real danger.
“You will bow, Woman and you will show me respect, or whatever pitiful little planet you came from will pay for your mistake...”
Before she could answer, Bardock pushed her roughly onto the ground and his large hands covered her tiny ones pressing them into the ground. But Bulma was not one to be cowed so easily, and she kept her head up, glaring defiantly up at the King of All Saiyans. Vegeta allowed a nasty little smirk to flicker over his lips before raising one immaculate white, gold tipped boot and pressing it between the woman's shoulder blades. With no effort at all he pressed her body down into the ground, her face forced into the cold stone.
The King's exotically beautiful face contorted in anger as he swiftly stood from his throne and glared down at the frightened Saiyan who grovelled at his feet. His midnight eyes were narrowed and his fists clenched shaking in barely contained fury at his sides.
“I told you that I do not need an advisor! And I most certainly do not need a weak female telling me what to do! What the hell is she anyway? She's not Saiyan!”
The newly crowned King Vegeta turned his smirking countenance towards the milky skinned, blue haired beauty who stood proudly before him, challenge burning in her bright blue eyes.
“And why does she not bow to me? Does she have no respect?!”
A tall, broad Saiyan stepped up from behind the blue haired Earthling and kicked the grovelling Saiyan to the side. The warrior, who was really no more than a boy, yelped before scrambling to his feet and moving quickly out of the way. Bardock smirked and shifted his black furred robe over one shoulder, showing off his dark blue armour that had been polished till it gleamed. He placed one clenched fist over his heart and bowed low to his King before snatching up the woman's delicate wrist in his large hand.
“Show some respect, girl! Bow before your King!”
The blue haired woman winced a little as the tall Saiyan grabbed her a little more roughly than he had intended to, but she composed herself and managed not to cry out. She raised her chin defiantly, looking Bardock straight in the eyes well aware of the disrespect she was showing King Vegeta by looking away from him.
“No.”
The buzzing chatter that had been going on in the large lushly decorated throne room suddenly stopped, struck dead by that one tiny word spoken by the alien woman. Vegeta looked like he was about to explode as his fingernails cut into the soft flesh of his palms and his crimson blood dripped slowly onto the floor. Onyx eyes that held such heat and malice bore into her as if they could see into her very soul and was about to drag it down to hell with him. His voice was soft, but it was not kind and it held very real danger.
“You will bow, Woman and you will show me respect, or whatever pitiful little planet you came from will pay for your mistake...”
Before she could answer, Bardock pushed her roughly onto the ground and his large hands covered her tiny ones pressing them into the ground. But Bulma was not one to be cowed so easily, and she kept her head up, glaring defiantly up at the King of All Saiyans. Vegeta allowed a nasty little smirk to flicker over his lips before raising one immaculate white, gold tipped boot and pressing it between the woman's shoulder blades. With no effort at all he pressed her body down into the ground, her face forced into the cold stone.
“You will soon learn, Woman that your place is beneath me. Here on Vegetasai you are no higher in status or rank than a common slave, remember that...”
He removed his boot from her back and the nasty smirk returned when she didn't move and stayed in the lowly position he had put her in. He cast his midnight eyes over at Bardock, the General of the palace guard and raised an eyebrow.
“Well? Who is she?”
Bardock cautiously raised his head to look up at his King, before lowering it again in respect.
“She is Bulma Briefs of Earth. Her planet holds her in high esteem for being a great genius and a master technician. Earth is only a tiny little backwater planet, but in exchange for our protection against the Icejin they have sent her to us to help invent and create weapons to defeat Frieza.”
Vegeta grunted and crossed his muscled arms across his broad chest, the crimson cape slipping off his shoulders and whispering against his back. He slowly raised one eyebrow as Bulma slightly raised her head.
Onyx and blue eyes met and locked, both searching to see the person behind the mask they wore to protect their battered and torn hearts. Bulma stared at the barbarian king her teeth clenched and her heart beating wildly. He was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen, but she was so afraid of him. The government had praised her and applauded her, saying that she was doing a great thing coming to work for the new King of Vegetasai and that she would be saving Earth in the process.
But being sold into slavery, was still being sold into slavery, no matter how much you prettied it up or whatever title they gave her. Just because she was here out of seemingly her own free will, didn't mean she had been given a choice.
Vegeta smirked and clicked his fingers and Bardock leapt into action, dragging Bulma up with him to stand before her King.
“I will keep the Woman, but not as my advisor. I will see her as a gracious gift from Earth... let them know they have our protection for as long as she pleases me.”
His dark eyes shone with amusement as he finally saw the terror in her bright blue eyes before Bardock signalled to two guards standing nearby and they came up and dragged her away. The Saiyan General watched until the kicking, screaming woman and her captures were out of sight before turning to his King and frowning.
“Sire... are you sure that was wise...?”
Vegeta turned swiftly to glare up at his General and crossed his muscled arms over his broad chest. The arrogant King cocked his head slightly to one side and gave Bardock a mocking smirk.
“What? To make the most of a ridiculous situation and accept the gift that those pathetic Earthlings threw my way? The Earthlings are nothing but cowards! Did they send one of their Kings or leaders to greet me and bring this paltry gift? No, they did not. They hide behind a tiny woman and throw her my way in the hopes that it will be enough to appease my wrath at their cowardice. But I will accept their gift, and will use it however I please. ”
Bardock sighed inwardly and placed his hands behind his back, clasping them tightly just in case he should give in to the sudden urge to grab his King by the shoulders and shake him violently. Vegeta had not been King long, and although he had taken the death of his father well, Bardock felt that he had taken it too well. It was not the Saiyan way to show weak emotions, but Vegeta seemed to feel nothing for the passing of this Father.
“My King, I know that Earth does not seem much of a threat, but at this point in the proceedings we cannot afford to make enemies. They may not be strong, but thanks to Capsule Corporation they have weapons that may give us trouble should they become... offended that you made their beloved genius a lowly slave.”
A slow grin began to etch across the King's face and a low, cruel chuckle trickled out from his full lips. He turned sharply on his heel and strode away from his General, the crimson cloak fluttering behind him.
“We are Saiyans, Bardock. We have nothing to fear from weakling little aliens from some dirty backwater planet...”
He stopped abruptly and turned his head slightly so that he was glaring over his shoulder at the taller Saiyan.
“Unless of course there's something you're not telling me...?”
The two Saiyans stood motionless, staring each other down. Feeling the tension in the room, all others who had been there began to hurriedly filter out of the Throne Room. Bardock was the only one who truly ever stood up to the King, and when he did things usually got nasty.
“I'll take your silence as a yes... What are you up to, Bardock? What are you hiding? You've had another vision, haven't you?”
Vegeta's voice was low, and only Saiyan hearing would be able to pick it up. All anyone else would hear would be the irritated growling of a dangerous animal. Bardock felt trapped, his King's onyx eyes narrowed on him in displeasure. If Vegeta so wished, he could kill him easily, but the General hoped that the King would always find a use for him, further prolonging his life.
“I told you, Sire. I cannot tell you my visions if they personally involve you. I will share my gift with you to help the Saiyan race and to make them prosper. But I will not dispatch information on your own personal future, you need to walk your path blind and find the light yourself.”
Vegeta growled and took a threatening step towards the taller Saiyan, his black eyes promising torture and pain.
“You know that I could just force you to tell me, don't you...?”
Bardock lowered his head slightly and sighed, his fists clenched behind his back.
“Yes, Sire. And on that day you will despise both me and yourself...”
The arrogant King sneered at his General and once again turned away, striding haughtily across the Throne Room, his white boots making not a single sound on the cold stone floor. Bardock sighed a little and raised his eyes to the ceiling, as if he would somehow find the answers to all his problems on that beautifully carved canvas. The King was far too used to having things his own way all the time and refused to see things from another's point of view, always believing his way to be best.
“My King, what are we to do with her people?”
Vegeta stopped under the large golden archway but did not turn around. His General noticed the tension in his body and warily eyed the way his white gloved hands clenched into fists in frustration.
“Her people?”
Bardock swallowed hard at the dangerous tone in his King's voice, but he continued. For the good of his race and his King, he continued.
“When Miss Bulma came to Vegetasai, she brought somewhere in the region of fifty humans with her. Scientists, technicians, and even her own personal assistant. These human's will need somewhere to stay, and all their equipment have already been taken to our labs.”
A slow, sadistic little smirk crept over Vegeta's cruel, exotic face and a soft chuckle escaped his lips. He turned his head and gave his General the full cruelty of those onyx eyes.
Then they should keep Miss Bulma company, shouldn't they? See to it Bardock, and do not bother me with such trivial matters again!”
And with those words, the King of All Saiyans strode from the Throne Room, his cruel laughter echoing through the vast corridors. Bardock crossed his arms over his broad chest and let out a heavy sigh, staring at the place Vegeta had once stood.
“My King... how am I to save you, if you yourself won't even try?”
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“Unhand me you brutes! Don't you know who I am? I am a very important person, and if you do not let me go there will be hell to pay! Do you hear me? Hell to pay!”
Bulma had been effortlessly dragged by her two Saiyan captors down several winding corridors that seemed to last forever. The two soldiers never once said a word to the fuming Capsule Corp Princess, but they occasionally smirked at each other, amused at the weak little human's threats. Despite her anger and frustration, Bulma could not help but admire the decadence and beauty of the huge palace. She found it quite surprising of a warrior race, but she supposed Royalty was Royalty no matter where you went.
She yelped in pain as she was unceremoniously dragged down a dark flight of stone steps. One of her Saiyan captors took a large iron key from his belt and unlocked the huge slate grey door before them. The blue haired genius was dragged inside and her eyes widened at the sight. The narrow corridor was dimly lit and everything looked depressing, grey and murky. The floor, walls and ceiling were all made of grey stone, and the only colour in the place was the dark brown wooden doors that dotted the walls.
The two Saiyans strode down the narrow corridor, dragging their prey with them, until they stopped in front of one of the many identical brown wooden doors. One of the Saiyan's opened the door with a flourish and pushed the indignant woman inside. The room was as depressing and grey as the corridor, with a simple single bed up against the left wall, a toilet on the right and a small bedside table with a lamp.
“Welcome to your new home, Miss Bulma. I do hope you enjoy your stay...!”
The door slammed shut and she cringed as she heard it lock. The Saiyans heinous laughter could be heard all the way back down the stairs and through the narrow corridor. Bulma let out a heavy sigh and perched on the edge of the hard narrow bed and willed the tears that were stinging her eyes not to fall. She was a prisoner of the barbarian Saiyan King. She assumed that now she would not be able to help make weapons to combat Frieza. The Earth was doomed.
“Kami, forgive me. I have failed.”