Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Legend Of the Bond ❯ Watching, waiting, and... ( Chapter 10 )

Kakarotto sat cross-legged on the floor of the kitchen cellar in the Royal Science and Technology Division eating his food in a rapid pace. Across from him sitting quietly was Chi-chi, watching him with a contented smile on her face. They had been meeting like this for a little over a month. During their first meeting, both had agreed that they would like to meet again, but since Chi-chi could get into trouble if she associated herself too much with one Saiya-jin, they decided to meet in secret. And both enjoyed the time they had together.
The cellar’s light was dim and the food was packed tightly in rows along the wall, adding to the room’s soundproofing. The only noise was the slurping and chewing noises that were coming from the hungry Saiya-jin. Chi-chi didn’t mind though. She knew her companion well enough by now to know that if he wasn’t inhaling his food, then it wasn’t good. Chi-chi had always been in love with the idea of being in love and married, but her girlhood dreams were squashed when she was made a slave here on Vegeta-sei.   Though she wasn’t treated too badly, Chi-chi had felt alone. No one made friends with slaves, and other slaves, though they were nice to her, they always kept their distance. Other than Goku or Bulma, she didn’t know of anyone else that had come from Chikyuu. She was always saddened by the fact she didn’t end up working together with Bulma. She missed her friend. Now she had Goku, who loved her food and promised to marry her, though he had said it in an odd way.
Kakarotto loved coming here to be with Chi-chi. He loved her cooking and she was nice, for the most part. She understood him in a way and he felt satisfied with that. Kakarotto hated the fact he had to sneak around like this, but to be able to eat her tasty meals, he would sacrifice anything. Actually he wanted to take her home. He hated the way they treated her and he hated the fact she had to wear those ugly slave robes. Back home on Chikyuu, she had once told him, she was a warrior princess. Afterwards, he thought about that and came to the conclusion that a warrior, even a princess warrior, didn’t deserve this kind of fate. So, he made up his mind that he would kidnap her and hide her away…to always protect her and keep her cooking for him. But he wanted get her approval first; he didn’t want to hurt her and make her do something she didn’t want to do. He finished his meal and patted the round bulge of his stomach.

“Oh wow, that was really good! My stomach is so happy!”

“Glad you liked it,” Chi-chi said with a pleased smile.

“I always love your food.”

“I have been cooking for a long time.”

“Do you like to cook?” he asked.   “I suppose, although I’d rather cook as a wife for my husband than for a crowd of smelly, unappreciative Saiya-jins.”

“Wife…? What’s that?” Even though he knew the Chikyuu-jin language, Kakarotto still didn’t know the most simplest of words.

“Well, it has to do with that marriage thing you promised me.”

“Oh, yeah, that reminds me…um.” His words became a whisper as he leaned closer to Chi-chi, “Do you want to make that ‘marriage’ at my domicile? But if I take you there, you can’t come back here…and you’ll have to stay inside. I just want you to cook there for me all the time.”

Chi-chi’s smile grew brighter as she leaned in closer and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Then let me show you what marriage is all about.”
Kakarotto struggled, though he didn’t put much effort in it. He liked the idea of her showing him about that marriage stuff, but was uncomfortable with her closeness. “Hey, don’t cling to me!”

“This is just a part of what marriage is all about.”

“What!?” Kakarotto was now more confused than ever. Chi-chi leaned in closer, wrapping her arms around him even tighter. Seeing the blush grow on his smooth cheeks, she smiled wider.   Chi-chi had a feeling she knew why Goku was blushing so she decided to kiss him then. It was obvious that it was his first kiss; his lips were stiff and unmoving and the rest of him didn’t know what to do either. For Chi-chi, it didn’t matter.   She had been unlucky once, before the prince’s decree, when she had gained the unwanted attention of a handsome, but cruel Saiya-jin. He had taken her virginity against her will, solely for his pleasure, leaving nearly every part of her used and bruised. Thankfully, it was just that one time, for she never saw him again.   Right now, Goku’s mouth tasted of the food she had cooked especially for him, and unlike that last time, it actually felt good. He pulled away immediately, confused and embarrassed.

“Hey! What are you doing?”

Chi-chi chuckled softly, despite the fact that she was also a bit nervous. “It’s what married couples do. I promise that, after this, you can take me home and I’ll always cook for you.”

“Couples? Is marriage like…um, uh… joining?”

“I suppose. I thought you knew.”

“Well, I thought it was some kind of food. But a promise is a promise…oh, no, the prince’s decree! We could get into trouble!”

“No one will know.”

“But-” Chi-chi cut him off with another kiss. Kakarotto was starting to like how the kiss felt, plus he promised Chi-chi he would “marriage” her. Mostly, he gave in because he really wanted her to come home with him. He had always heard the other soldiers talk and boast about females and kissing and other things, but he never paid much attention to them. But now he understood why they talked about it so much; it felt good, like eating a sweet dish…but his body couldn‘t help shaking, and he had no idea what to do. A thought popped into his head at that moment, so he broke off the kiss again.   “Are we going to…what they, um…the other soldiers…um…ah…-” Chi-chi cut him off yet again with a kiss, but this time with more passion behind it. Chi-chi then pressed the length of her body against his, closing the gap between them. It didn’t take long for Kakarotto’s mind to go blank. With only instincts guiding him, Kakarotto wrapped his arms around her body, holding her as tight as he could. After a few sweet moments, Kakarotto laid back, allowing Chi-chi lay on top of him, continuing her kisses. His arms felt stiff, so he allowed them to move, and as his hand brushed over her rear cheek, her hands started to move as well. She played with his hair then stroked his skin on his face.   After the heat started to rise in the little cellar room, Chi-chi began to trail her kisses down his neck, and Kakarotto, letting the moment move him, started to kiss her face softly.
As the warmth grew between them, Chi-chi impatiently shrugged off her slave robes to reveal old tattered clothes underneath, but Kakarotto didn’t notice. His eyes were shut tight, his mind thinking of nothing but the feel of Chi-chi’s mouth on his heated skin. When his hand started to move down her thigh, her kisses turned back to his mouth and her hands moved on to his chest, feeling for his heartbeat. Kakarotto didn’t want his armor to get in the way of her exploring hands, so he tugged it off quickly and tossed it aside. His mind, though still somewhat unfocused, became curious, so he moved his hand slowly from her thigh to the place in-between. His fingers had hardly brushed over her tender folds when she let out a low, soft moan of desire. Startled, he immediately withdrew his hand and looked at her, his eyes dark with worry that he had harmed her somehow.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

When Chi-chi shook her head “no”, he let himself relax and closed his eyes once again. Chi-chi then decided to allow herself more freedom with her hands. She trailed her finger, just as she had trailed her kisses, downward. Once there, she gently tugged at his tight fighting pants until his pulsing member was revealed. She then started to kiss his tip softly, holding him with her hands. As she worked her way down his swollen shaft with her tongue and lips, he let out a moan and whimpered. Chi-chi then took his member into her mouth and started sucking and thrusting it into her mouth with a slow rhythm.   Kakarotto had never, in his entire life, felt something so good. He did not know what to think, only that he didn’t want this feeling to ever end. When he knew he couldn’t take it any longer, he grabbed her shoulders and forced both of them up into a sitting position. His eyes looked at her with such intensity, confusion, and desire that, for a moment, Chi-chi couldn’t tell if he was happy or displeased with her.   But then he looked at her so gently and caringly, she felt tears forming in her eyes. He took his hand and slowly removed the remainder of her tattered clothes until she was fully naked. Both blushed slightly, but Kakarotto’s face turned a deeper red as he removed the rest of his own attire. It was too hot in the cellar for clothes, anyway. More importantly, Kakarotto felt his instincts telling him this simple fact: neither of them needed clothes right now. He then leaned in to Chi-chi, kissing her as she had kissed him earlier with his right hand fondling her uncovered breast.   A few passionate minutes later found them on the floor again, but this time it was Chi-chi who had her back to the floor. Then they forgot everything but the urgency of their passions. Kakarotto brought his hips closer to her wet entrance, her legs parted in welcome and with careful slowness, he entered her.   She gave out a half-moan then wrapped her arms around him. At first he was slow, but as the pleasure mounted, his trusts became faster and faster. Chi-chi cried out his Chikyuu-jin name, careless if anyone heard her, pleasure sweeping through her body from her breasts to her toes. As it became too much for him, Kakarotto let out another moan, louder this time, and he came, spilling his seed into her. His rhythm slowed, then stopped, and he laid on top of her, with his elbows supporting his upper body so he didn’t crush her. Kakarotto, unsure of what just happened, simply stared into Chi-chi soft eyes and she did the same. And they stayed like that for what seemed like eternity until Chi-chi smiled as brightly as she could.

“Let’s go home,” she said as she felt joy spread throughout her whole soul.

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Vegeta furiously slashed the air, anger boiling the top of his skin, rage pouring out from his body. He was alone in his training room, floating in the air. He had spent every night for the last two weeks in there, trying to rid his system of the woman he loved. Prideful, he was; arrogant, he most definitely was, but he was no fool, not an idiot. He knew he was in love with the slave, with her soft, blue hair, her flashing blue eyes, and nimble mind.   He hated the fact he wasn’t with Bulma now, like before, in her garden, listening to the noise she made when training. But it was of no use. She would not accept him. It didn’t matter to her that he could have her killed, that he was a prince, or even that he was the strongest Saiya-jin. Bulma hated him for destroying her planet and could not see past that.

Vegeta did a flip in the air then kicked. Again, all he could feel was anger because he felt her.   Even now, her sad thoughts, her betrayed emotions, were coming to him unbidden, driven by a force of her despair. He hated it, he despised it; no matter what he did, he could not rid himself of her. He would think of her throughout the day, leaving him a foul mood that was even commented on by his father. The nights were worse because he could hear her thoughts during the hours they used to spend together, and it drove him mad. And when he was asleep, he would dream of her.   He had no rest or reprieve from his bonded. The worst part of it all was he had tasted her lips before everything fell apart. His first and only kiss, his first and only desire, all gone before he had a chance to savor either.

Vegeta thought that the fates had actually been kind to him when they sent him Bulma, but now he knew for sure they were being cruel. In truth, the gods, the fates, had damned him for all his past misdeeds. His rebellion was the only thing now that brought him any sense of hope, though he couldn’t really imagine a future without Bulma. Freeza would be coming in less than five months now and then he might not have a future. Even if he returned, he would be forced to marry that ugly bitch Yasai. He would never touch her, once he was king, he would kill her. Then he would be alone…all alone…   …I am truly alone…her voice rang so softly, so sadly, in his mind.
Vegeta then stopped all movement and slowly drifted to the floor, lost in thought. He could still hear her, he couldn’t put up his barrier anymore…no…he didn’t want to put up his barrier! He hadn’t even tried to do so even once during these last two weeks. He still wanted her. He didn’t care that she didn’t accept him, he was the prince! He always got what he wanted. And he did not want Yasai! If he couldn’t have Bulma, then he would have no one else! But he would have her, he vowed to himself. He would always have her; whether she hated him or not, whether she accepted him or not, whether she was willing or not, he would have her in every way.

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This night, Bulma sat alone on the grass, feeling very much like she was falling. She hadn’t trained and she hadn’t worked on any of her inventions since that night two weeks ago. She hadn’t really done anything except her slave duties. Seripa, who had been pleased with her since Vegeta had come into her life, now snapped at her for her aloofness. Chili had been cruel lately, making her take up two other slaves’ duties, so to allow them “free time” with some lustful Saiya-jins. Bulma hurt too much to care. She was just too tired, too miserable to do anything other than her assigned chores. Her misery made her care less that Goku never visited her anymore, that Seripa was woefully disappointed in her, and that the looks Chili had been giving her lately could mean serious trouble.

Bulma’s thoughts were solely one person: Vegeta. Now she knew his name, now she knew who he was, and now she knew why he had kept his name a secret from her. She had accepted him once, without his name, but what was different now? She kept asking herself that question and she kept answering: he destroyed Chikyuu! He had caused her all this pain; he was the center of her suffering. Her broken heart knew no doubt, but she could not accept him, she could not allow herself to betray her own emotions. But she was betraying them now.   It wasn’t just the knowledge that it was he who destroyed Chikyuu, but the fact that Goku had told her that Vegeta loved a Chikyuu-jin that hurt her the most. He loved another. Bulma was just a plaything to him. But why did he just spend every night of the last seven months with me? Bulma shut her eyes, but the thought was too painful. Maybe he really did care for her, maybe his past lover had forsaken him, or perhaps the man actually had a heart. As much as Bulma’s heart wanted to believe these things, her wounded pride just scoffed them off. He probably just had a thing for Chikyuu-jin females and besides, he was the man that destroyed Chikyuu!   She could not forget that he was the man behind everything: he had separated her from her family, her home, and even her own species. And he was the man she loved. Bulma, who had not cried in six years, now had tears streaming down her face. Disbelievingly, she watched the hot drops fall into her lap. She could not love, she was a slave. She was denied love. No, she told her heart, she had loved and betrayed her own beliefs with that love. She knew she accepted Vegeta for who he was, the bastard that killed her people and destroyed her home world, but she didn’t want to accept her love for him. Her despair and misery came over her and she felt the tears flowing faster down her face. She couldn’t acknowledge her love for him. If she did, she couldn’t believe in herself. She brought her hands to her face and sobbed as hard as she could.

…Vegeta...

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Darkness comforted him like a familiar, well-worn blanket. He loved the darkness; it made him feel safe. But now, he couldn’t escape the uneasy feeling dogging him. The stars were looking at him, accusing him of the worst evil of them all. Even the bushes and odd collection of trees covered him, not with protection, but with hate, so no one else could see him or his sins. And Vegeta felt sinful. There, across from him, on the grass, was his bonded, crying. Part of him felt disgusted at her display of emotions and utter weakness. At the same time he felt pity for her, and wanted to ease her suffering. But when he heard his name spoken so sorrowfully on her thoughts he knew he could not help her, for he knew he was the cause of her tears.

Earlier, after much deliberation, Vegeta finally decided to go back to the garden. He wanted to see her and be close to her, but he knew he would have to stay back in the shadows. He had not been prepared to see her like this. She looked lifeless, much like how he felt, and he was glad she felt that way, if only for a moment. It was the first time he ever spied on her like this, and it felt ridiculous. How he wanted to go to her right now and shake her out of her misery. Her sobs were soft, he could hardly hear them, and it made him to want to go to her even more.   His anger rose from those thoughts. She had denied him, he told himself, she had refused him, and she deserved the pain! The only thing that kept them chained together was that damned bond, forged by the gods to curse them both. So be it, he thought angrily. He would have her and that was that. He would feel nothing; he would know no love for her. He would have her to satisfy the bond and become the Legendary then he could rid himself of her. He would get rid of her and get rid of the ache that was slowly strangling his heart.

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Bulma and Chili were in the middle of a staring contest. Hardly for fun, or because they had grown cordial to each other; but because Chili was giving her more duties and she was getting fed up with everything. During the morning, when Bulma finally finished serving the twenty-eight Saiya-jins, Chili had come to her and informed her he wanted her to clean the mess hall and underwater facilities as well. Then when he had asked her whether she had taken care of her other duties, she just stared at him, like she was doing now.   They were standing in the main hall of the barracks. A few moments earlier, Bulma had finished almost all of her duties at the mess hall, right before Chili walked up to inform her that she had to add cleaning the two hundred armor pieces to her workload. It nearly dark and with this extra task thrown in, she realized that she might not get to sleep at all tonight. On top of everything, she was exhausted, body and soul, because of Vegeta and the sheer torture that her life had become. So now she was staring back at Chili, her blue eyes fierce, mirroring the exact look of pure hatred coming from his eyes. She knew it was reckless to bait him like this, but right now, she cared less.

“Well? Have you done everything yet so you can get on those armor pieces? Well, answer me, slave!” he demanded.

“It’s Bulma”

“What did you say?”

“My name; it’s Bulma. And for the last time, please call me by it.”

“Ha! I will call you by anything I wish, slave, for I am your MASTER! Now answer me, or do you want a sound beating as well?”

“I haven’t finished with the underwater facilities, or the cleaning of the vases yet.”

“Why have you been so slow, slave? Normally, you’re fast in your work.”

“Maybe I realize that there is no point in free time.”

“You’re a slave; work is all you live for. It’s better for you to realize that. Now get to work, and maybe tomorrow I’ll feed you. But if you don’t finish by tonight, then perhaps I won’t.”

“Fine, Master.” She turned around and headed off to see to her next impossible task, while he gloated in satisfaction at her retreating back. He was so pleased with the fact she was breaking, that he almost skipped down the hall.

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Vegeta waited in the shadows with a growing uneasy feeling. She was late tonight. In truth, he shouldn’t care about such things anymore since she wasn’t supposed to meet with him. But he had come again tonight, making an excuse for himself that it was out of habit. He knew he wanted to see her again and it was driving him insane. He missed her absentminded touches, her calming presence, her fire and her eyes on him. And he hated her for causing him to be like this. He hated her for making him wait for almost five hours, out in a garden that was for the third-class barracks, in cold shadows that reminded him of his hate. He hated her for causing him emotions that were new and unwelcome. He hated the fact she could accept him if he was a nobody, but denied him because he was the Prince. He hated that fact she had once given him looks of longing, that she had once kissed him.

He heard Bulma coming from the barracks, walking in a staggered pace. She looked tremendously tired, but she seemed to walk toward the garden as if it was her lasso on life. He watched her with narrowed, calculating eyes. No doubt her Master must have been treating her worse than normal since the night he killed Nappa. He recalled seeing the guards come from above that night, right after he had flown off, and he had seen Bulma run for the barracks. If the guards had found her they would surely have killed her on the spot, so Vegeta had lingered in the air for a moment to make sure that she escaped successfully.   The more he thought about it, her Master must have had a hand in bringing Nappa there that fateful night. Vegeta clenched his fists and vowed silently that he would kill her Master when the chance arose.

Vegeta snapped out of his thoughts when he saw her make half-hearted attempts to train. It was obvious that Bulma was too tired to train and had no power to do so adeptly. He smirked at her failed attempts to throw even a simple punch. She pushed herself to continue her pointless training for a couple minutes then sunk to the ground, beaten by her own body. Vegeta could feel her hate and anger rising from her to match his own. He knew she hated him and her Master…and it seemed she hated herself as well. Then Bulma closed her eyes and fell, passed out in exhaustion, to the ground. Vegeta blinked at her foolishness in coming out here to try to train. If she did not return to the slave chambers by morning, her foolishness might cost her to lose her life.

“Humph, why should I care?” Vegeta turned about, nearly jumping into the air, when he stopped.

Vegeta glanced over at her again. A few steps later, and he was standing over her. Bulma was out cold and would most likely sleep for a couple of hours no matter what was going on around her. Her expression looked peaceful and it pulled him closer to her. He knelt down next to her sleeping body and felt the calm he always felt when he was close to her. If he left her here, she could die; then he would never have her, he would never conquer her, and fulfill his desires.   Her breathing was soft and even, but her body was shaking. She was overworked and it was slowly killing her. She would die, one way or another, if she stayed here. Vegeta knew he had to do something and soon. He lifted her up in his arms and made his way for the slave chambers. It was well past midnight, so no one would see him put a slave to bed. And that’s exactly what he did, but leaving her behind was oddly hard.

********** (4 months later)

Every night was the same, every night was agony. Bulma had no will to go on anymore but she drove herself out of sheer habit and that she was secretly scared to death. Everyday seemed worse and night brought nothing to soothe her physically and emotional aches. Her angry and betrayed feelings about Vegeta weren’t as clear as they were four months ago. She had not seen nor heard from Vegeta either, though she could swear she could feel him at night. Her thoughts kept returning to that one night she had fallen asleep in the garden. When she had awoken in her own bed the next morning, the memory made her stomach turn cold. She had a feeling Vegeta had something to do with it, but she was unsure.

Her duties had grown hectic lately. She heard from Seripa that someone important would be arriving shortly, in only a few short weeks. And that was the last time Seripa had talked to her. Bulma felt her heart tighten as she thought back to the last conversation she had with the female Saiya-jin:

“Why have you been so weak lately? You seem broken again.”

“I have extra duties. They exhaust me, but I am a slave, after all, and aren‘t slaves meant to be ‘broken’?”

“Of course, you’ll have extra duties. Someone of great importance will be here in two weeks, but this is nothing new. Are you turning into a useless ‘broken’ slave?”

“That’s what I am, a slave, aren’t I?”

“And your training?”

“What’s the point?”

“Was I wrong about you? I guess you are just another slave, useless and weak. Leave, I will get a new slave from Chili.”

As a result of Seripa’s request for a new slave, Bulma had been beaten. What hurt her more was that she had not seen or heard from Seripa since that day. To add to her misery, a few days earlier, Goku came to say goodbye, as he was leaving for a mission, but she had almost completely ignored him. He had brought her some food that had tasted very similar to Chikyuu-jin food, but she barely acknowledged his gesture. Eventually, he left with a disappointed look on his face.   Bulma knew her body wouldn’t be able to handle hardly anymore slave duties. She was going to give out soon. So at night she sat in the garden and worked on her inventions, like she was doing at the moment, forgoing her training altogether. She had lost almost all hope and nothing in her life gave her any satisfaction, except for her last invention: her invisible cloak wristwatch.   Vegeta ‘s nights were the same. Every night he would agonize as he watched her, his thoughts torn between desire and hate. He hated her and he loved her; he wanted her, yet he wanted to rid himself of her. He smirked in the concealing shadows, knowing that she felt the same way. That his torment was her torment brought him closer to her, allowing his emotions to grow stronger, so both the love and the hate almost brought him equal pleasure. Vegeta noticed that Bulma was growing physically weaker as well. Her life force seemed to be slowly flowing out of her.
Soon he would be leaving for Freeza, and he would be regretting each and every one of these nights for the past four months. He should have just taken her when his desires became an intense agony that followed him wherever he went. Yet he had held back; his own reasons unbeknownst to even himself.
He would make his move in a few days. He would take her before he left Vegeta-sei. He didn’t care if she hated him for it. He would make her his personal slave. She would be locked in his room, broken, submitting every night to his every desire until he reached Super Saiya-jin. When she was spent and used up then he could feed her to some Saiya-jin dogs. His lust for her was all that was left, he told himself every day. He did not care for her. He would act on his true emotions, which was simple heated lust and nothing more. Vegeta had to keep telling himself that, lest the truth bubbled up from his heart.

When the night was over and they both left the garden, Vegeta decided that he would, in two days’ time, make Bulma his own personal slave. He would make sure he would have no argument from anyone, making sure to keep her for himself, letting no one touch her until his plans and desires were satisfied.   However, that was until the next night, when another opportunity showed itself to both of them…and the real story began.