Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Mistress ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: HeartlessChild 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.24.2004 | Updated On: 06.19.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 2.0K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.24.2004 | Updated On: 06.19.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 2.0K | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z, all rights reserved to my man Akira Toriyama.
Short Summary: This story is an AU set on Vejiita-sei. What happens when a couple try to remain together through infidelity? This is not your average 'Bulma is Vegeta's slave' story and the Saiyans did not destroy Earth. Find out how Bulma, copes as she becomes Vegeta's 'Mistress.' Will she accept the arrangement? Or will the sight of Vegeta with another woman, slowly drive her to the point of insanity? A story about passion, lust, jealousy and the power of psychological domination.
Remember this is only the prologue. In the upcoming, beginning chapters I will be dealing with the previous three years of Bulma and Vegeta's relationship, how they got together, her past and how she came to be on Vejiita-sei etc, up until the point of Vegeta's ascension to King and will be further exploring Bulma's role as Vegeta's mistress.
WARNING: Rated NC-17 for mature content; sex, violence and swearing.
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Prologue.
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Grunts of pleasure filled her ears.
With a vacant, shocked expression, she lay quietly under the lithe form of the moving Saiyan above and inside her. She gripped his shoulders roughly as he rode her, indenting his tanned olive skin with half-moons from her razor sharp nails. Sometimes she drew blood and it exhilarated her... It made her feel powerful and thirsty... Thirsty for more.
But he never noticed.
He was strong and a born warrior; pain was non-existent to him. Just once she would have liked to hurt him, see him in agony because of her, writhing on the ground in his own blood and bodily fluids. But in the same instance, she couldn't think of doing that to him.
She couldn't grasp the thought of hurting him. He had given her so much... And yet, he had taken everything away from her. Her dignity, her pride... Her honor. All gone. All for the pleasure he had bestowed upon her, nightly. She was blind when it came to him. Blind with lust and passion.
It was the same, night after night, week after week. Always the same. It had been this way for three years. Even after the ceremony and celebrations, he would not tire. He never tired when it came to her.
He came and finished with a satisfied growl erupting from his throat. Pulling away from her, he settled himself beside her, staring up at the ceiling, panting with unbidden fervor. As always, his breathing slowed and returned to its normal pattern before she barely had time to catch her own breath.
Instinctively, she turned to rise from the bed, a healthy flush coloring her pale cheeks. But before she could step out of the warm bed, his firm hand shot out and latched onto her wrist. She frowned to herself, but masked it as she turned to the owner of the hand, an inquisitive expression now plastered across her face.
"Stay," he murmured, his eyes glinting wickedly from the reflected rays of star light that beamed into the dark room through the extensive window behind her.
A shiver coursed its way down her spine as the commanding timbre of his voice wrapped around her like a comforting embrace.
She licked her lips, "It wouldn't be right," she remarked quietly, gazing into his deep obsidian eyes knowingly.
Tomorrow evening at the very same time, he would be bonded to another, he would belong to another. A Saiyan woman; not some alien trash who had no true heritage.
She flinched as he bared his gleaming, wolfish fangs at her, yanking her arm roughly and pulling her back down against him. A dull ache formed in the socket of her shoulder and she rubbed it unconsciously as she found herself pinned beneath him once more.
Her vision blurred and she forced back the river of tears that threatened to spill from her haunting blue eyes. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? Why did he always make her feel so much unbearable pain? Why...
"Vegeta..." She sighed his name painfully, catching the glimmer of remorse in his eyes. Before she could respond, she cried out and arched her back as he roughly took her again.
"Bonded or not, we will continue this woman," he snarled into her ear, digging his calloused fingers into her hips as he started to move against her roughly.
Gone were the gentle strokes that she had become used to, as he kissed her violently, reclaiming her body in a mixture of unbearable pain and pleasure. He was so--so good!! So hard... She moaned quietly, her limbs stiffening as they finally both came together in a hurricane of pleasurable ripples lapping at their sweat-covered bodies.
They lay silently together, unmoving. In the stillness of the humid night, she could faintly hear the chirping of the many poisonous insects that dwelled on the planet. Warm breath tickled her ear and she found herself unwillingly wrapping her arms around his corded, muscled neck; their bodies sticking together from the humid heat of the planet.
"How will we be able to continue this, Vegeta?" She breathed into his own ear, causing him to tremble in her arms from the aftermath of pleasure.
"The Saiyan Queen is merely a vessel to carry the heir of Vejiita-sei," he informed her stoically as he remained above and inside her.
She looked up into his eyes, a moment of pain lacing the edges of her cerulean eyes. How could she ever stand to watch him with another woman? Not after the three long years they had spent together... "Why do you have to be with her! It's not like Saiyans respect their Queens anyway," she snapped angrily.
A thunderous expression crossed his face as he looked down at her, "You forget your place bitch," he hissed furiously, rolling off her shaking, fragile body. He sat up, placing his feet on the ground with his back facing her. She watched his profile dubiously as his shoulders shook from barely controlled rage.
"Forgive me your highness, but I do not see how this arrangement could ever work out," she whispered quietly, "You will ascend your father's throne tomorrow, people will be watching your every move from that day forwards. It had to end someday." As hard as she tried, she couldn't hide the agony in her voice that dripped from every word she uttered.
Rising quickly, she gathered the torn pieces of clothing littered by the foot of the large bed and steadily made her way towards the secret door that lay behind a floor-length tapestry of a Prince, killing his own father to ascend the throne... The throne of Vejiita-sei.
"Bulma..."
As she reached the door his quiet, enraged voice stayed her hand on the golden globe handle.
"This arrangement will work out."
The conviction in his voice made it seem as if he was trying to convince himself, not her...
Without a backward glance, she sighed and closed the secret door behind her. Slowly, she made the long, arduous trek towards her own room in the servants' quarters, through the underground tunnels buried beneath the foundations of the ancient palace. This time tomorrow, she may never have the need to use these private tunnels again.
As she moved forward, away from him and away from the accursed room, she felt as though he was holding on to the end of one of her essential fibres and that every step she took away from him was, bit by bit, unravelling her.
~*~
They roared upwards into the night sky, howling like the untamed beasts that dwelled in the few forests of the arid planet. Burning beams of energy spilled out from their mouths, spiralling up into the cloudless sky in frenzied colors of yellow, orange and red. She watched them from afar, watched them pound their feet into the ground and scream with pure excitement and... Rage?
Electric blue eyes travelled slowly towards the horizon, roaming over the dipping valleys and sand dunes. As the stars twinkled above, innocently framing the night sky. The moon stood proud and high amidst them; bathed in blood red, sending welcome beams of light to the dark planet below. Her ears rung as piercing wails tore into her ear drums, this time louder than before.
Thousands of beastly silhouettes danced on the mountain tops in the distance, jumping from peak to peak as they roared and crumbled the rocky mountains into dust. She shivered as a gnawing fear and pain bubbled steadily in her chest. The time had come, where the new replaced the old. Where she would also no longer be needed by a certain Prince... Or King, should she say.
The beasts were celebrating.
Their Prince had ascended the throne.
~*~
He stared ahead stoically, reciting the ancient words of his ancestors as the high priest stood in front of him, rubbing the blood of his dead father onto his forehead. Behind the priest burned a roaring, amber fire; the licking flames dancing to their own haunting melody as the priest chanted the ancient verses of their ancestors.
In the background he could hear the roars and screams of the planet's citizens. They meant nothing to him. He tuned out the voracious noise, tilting his head slightly towards the scarred woman that stood upon the dais beside him. The newly crowned Queen of Vejiita-sei, stood tall and proud.
For Saiyan standards, he supposed she was quite beautiful. Thick black hair fell down in jagged spikes, covering her toned and muscled back. Battle scars marred her firm, long arms and legs. Scars. A sign to be proud of in the Saiyan community.
Her expression was resigned and aloof, her soft brown eyes glowing against the red beams of light from the moon, signifying the end of the sacred Red Moon festival... Yes, she was very beautiful indeed.
Two piercing blue eyes filled his vision. He held his breath, the beat of his heart rising. They were forever emblazoned like a banner in his mind, a beacon of light he was forced to leave behind. He shook the eyes away forcefully trying to focus upon the brown-eyed woman beside him, wondering how it had come to this. How his life had become so fucking complicated.
But still, he felt nothing. Only blissful numbness was wrapped around him, distinctly aware that the blood of his father coated his hands, and now his face. A brief lance of pain shot through him. He would no longer see his father, no longer be under his tutelage. He would no longer have his guidance.
Vegeta took the sacrificial, jewelled knife from the priest's outstretched hand. With acute precision, he stepped forwards to the roaring fire beyond the priest. As the knife sliced through the palm of his right hand, the two cerulean eyes he had desperately tried to shake away, came into his vision once more.
Only this time, as he let the blood from his palm drip into the large fire, they would not disappear.
The priest turned him towards the thousands of Saiyans below surrounding the dais, cheering and chanting for the ascension of their new King.
But as the symbol of pride and strength, his father's golden medallion, was placed around his neck; all Vegeta could see was a pair of pained, expressive blue eyes clouding his vision, and the roars and cheers from his people could do nothing to paint them away from his mind.
It was done.
He was now King, and there was no regret.
~*~
AN: I needed to do this story because I needed something fresh. I'll be updating this weekly, so keep a look out for chapter one next Sunday.
I hope you all liked the prologue ^.^ Please review and let me know what you thought of it!
--*Heartless*
Short Summary: This story is an AU set on Vejiita-sei. What happens when a couple try to remain together through infidelity? This is not your average 'Bulma is Vegeta's slave' story and the Saiyans did not destroy Earth. Find out how Bulma, copes as she becomes Vegeta's 'Mistress.' Will she accept the arrangement? Or will the sight of Vegeta with another woman, slowly drive her to the point of insanity? A story about passion, lust, jealousy and the power of psychological domination.
Remember this is only the prologue. In the upcoming, beginning chapters I will be dealing with the previous three years of Bulma and Vegeta's relationship, how they got together, her past and how she came to be on Vejiita-sei etc, up until the point of Vegeta's ascension to King and will be further exploring Bulma's role as Vegeta's mistress.
WARNING: Rated NC-17 for mature content; sex, violence and swearing.
~*~
Prologue.
~*~
Grunts of pleasure filled her ears.
With a vacant, shocked expression, she lay quietly under the lithe form of the moving Saiyan above and inside her. She gripped his shoulders roughly as he rode her, indenting his tanned olive skin with half-moons from her razor sharp nails. Sometimes she drew blood and it exhilarated her... It made her feel powerful and thirsty... Thirsty for more.
But he never noticed.
He was strong and a born warrior; pain was non-existent to him. Just once she would have liked to hurt him, see him in agony because of her, writhing on the ground in his own blood and bodily fluids. But in the same instance, she couldn't think of doing that to him.
She couldn't grasp the thought of hurting him. He had given her so much... And yet, he had taken everything away from her. Her dignity, her pride... Her honor. All gone. All for the pleasure he had bestowed upon her, nightly. She was blind when it came to him. Blind with lust and passion.
It was the same, night after night, week after week. Always the same. It had been this way for three years. Even after the ceremony and celebrations, he would not tire. He never tired when it came to her.
He came and finished with a satisfied growl erupting from his throat. Pulling away from her, he settled himself beside her, staring up at the ceiling, panting with unbidden fervor. As always, his breathing slowed and returned to its normal pattern before she barely had time to catch her own breath.
Instinctively, she turned to rise from the bed, a healthy flush coloring her pale cheeks. But before she could step out of the warm bed, his firm hand shot out and latched onto her wrist. She frowned to herself, but masked it as she turned to the owner of the hand, an inquisitive expression now plastered across her face.
"Stay," he murmured, his eyes glinting wickedly from the reflected rays of star light that beamed into the dark room through the extensive window behind her.
A shiver coursed its way down her spine as the commanding timbre of his voice wrapped around her like a comforting embrace.
She licked her lips, "It wouldn't be right," she remarked quietly, gazing into his deep obsidian eyes knowingly.
Tomorrow evening at the very same time, he would be bonded to another, he would belong to another. A Saiyan woman; not some alien trash who had no true heritage.
She flinched as he bared his gleaming, wolfish fangs at her, yanking her arm roughly and pulling her back down against him. A dull ache formed in the socket of her shoulder and she rubbed it unconsciously as she found herself pinned beneath him once more.
Her vision blurred and she forced back the river of tears that threatened to spill from her haunting blue eyes. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? Why did he always make her feel so much unbearable pain? Why...
"Vegeta..." She sighed his name painfully, catching the glimmer of remorse in his eyes. Before she could respond, she cried out and arched her back as he roughly took her again.
"Bonded or not, we will continue this woman," he snarled into her ear, digging his calloused fingers into her hips as he started to move against her roughly.
Gone were the gentle strokes that she had become used to, as he kissed her violently, reclaiming her body in a mixture of unbearable pain and pleasure. He was so--so good!! So hard... She moaned quietly, her limbs stiffening as they finally both came together in a hurricane of pleasurable ripples lapping at their sweat-covered bodies.
They lay silently together, unmoving. In the stillness of the humid night, she could faintly hear the chirping of the many poisonous insects that dwelled on the planet. Warm breath tickled her ear and she found herself unwillingly wrapping her arms around his corded, muscled neck; their bodies sticking together from the humid heat of the planet.
"How will we be able to continue this, Vegeta?" She breathed into his own ear, causing him to tremble in her arms from the aftermath of pleasure.
"The Saiyan Queen is merely a vessel to carry the heir of Vejiita-sei," he informed her stoically as he remained above and inside her.
She looked up into his eyes, a moment of pain lacing the edges of her cerulean eyes. How could she ever stand to watch him with another woman? Not after the three long years they had spent together... "Why do you have to be with her! It's not like Saiyans respect their Queens anyway," she snapped angrily.
A thunderous expression crossed his face as he looked down at her, "You forget your place bitch," he hissed furiously, rolling off her shaking, fragile body. He sat up, placing his feet on the ground with his back facing her. She watched his profile dubiously as his shoulders shook from barely controlled rage.
"Forgive me your highness, but I do not see how this arrangement could ever work out," she whispered quietly, "You will ascend your father's throne tomorrow, people will be watching your every move from that day forwards. It had to end someday." As hard as she tried, she couldn't hide the agony in her voice that dripped from every word she uttered.
Rising quickly, she gathered the torn pieces of clothing littered by the foot of the large bed and steadily made her way towards the secret door that lay behind a floor-length tapestry of a Prince, killing his own father to ascend the throne... The throne of Vejiita-sei.
"Bulma..."
As she reached the door his quiet, enraged voice stayed her hand on the golden globe handle.
"This arrangement will work out."
The conviction in his voice made it seem as if he was trying to convince himself, not her...
Without a backward glance, she sighed and closed the secret door behind her. Slowly, she made the long, arduous trek towards her own room in the servants' quarters, through the underground tunnels buried beneath the foundations of the ancient palace. This time tomorrow, she may never have the need to use these private tunnels again.
As she moved forward, away from him and away from the accursed room, she felt as though he was holding on to the end of one of her essential fibres and that every step she took away from him was, bit by bit, unravelling her.
~*~
They roared upwards into the night sky, howling like the untamed beasts that dwelled in the few forests of the arid planet. Burning beams of energy spilled out from their mouths, spiralling up into the cloudless sky in frenzied colors of yellow, orange and red. She watched them from afar, watched them pound their feet into the ground and scream with pure excitement and... Rage?
Electric blue eyes travelled slowly towards the horizon, roaming over the dipping valleys and sand dunes. As the stars twinkled above, innocently framing the night sky. The moon stood proud and high amidst them; bathed in blood red, sending welcome beams of light to the dark planet below. Her ears rung as piercing wails tore into her ear drums, this time louder than before.
Thousands of beastly silhouettes danced on the mountain tops in the distance, jumping from peak to peak as they roared and crumbled the rocky mountains into dust. She shivered as a gnawing fear and pain bubbled steadily in her chest. The time had come, where the new replaced the old. Where she would also no longer be needed by a certain Prince... Or King, should she say.
The beasts were celebrating.
Their Prince had ascended the throne.
~*~
He stared ahead stoically, reciting the ancient words of his ancestors as the high priest stood in front of him, rubbing the blood of his dead father onto his forehead. Behind the priest burned a roaring, amber fire; the licking flames dancing to their own haunting melody as the priest chanted the ancient verses of their ancestors.
In the background he could hear the roars and screams of the planet's citizens. They meant nothing to him. He tuned out the voracious noise, tilting his head slightly towards the scarred woman that stood upon the dais beside him. The newly crowned Queen of Vejiita-sei, stood tall and proud.
For Saiyan standards, he supposed she was quite beautiful. Thick black hair fell down in jagged spikes, covering her toned and muscled back. Battle scars marred her firm, long arms and legs. Scars. A sign to be proud of in the Saiyan community.
Her expression was resigned and aloof, her soft brown eyes glowing against the red beams of light from the moon, signifying the end of the sacred Red Moon festival... Yes, she was very beautiful indeed.
Two piercing blue eyes filled his vision. He held his breath, the beat of his heart rising. They were forever emblazoned like a banner in his mind, a beacon of light he was forced to leave behind. He shook the eyes away forcefully trying to focus upon the brown-eyed woman beside him, wondering how it had come to this. How his life had become so fucking complicated.
But still, he felt nothing. Only blissful numbness was wrapped around him, distinctly aware that the blood of his father coated his hands, and now his face. A brief lance of pain shot through him. He would no longer see his father, no longer be under his tutelage. He would no longer have his guidance.
Vegeta took the sacrificial, jewelled knife from the priest's outstretched hand. With acute precision, he stepped forwards to the roaring fire beyond the priest. As the knife sliced through the palm of his right hand, the two cerulean eyes he had desperately tried to shake away, came into his vision once more.
Only this time, as he let the blood from his palm drip into the large fire, they would not disappear.
The priest turned him towards the thousands of Saiyans below surrounding the dais, cheering and chanting for the ascension of their new King.
But as the symbol of pride and strength, his father's golden medallion, was placed around his neck; all Vegeta could see was a pair of pained, expressive blue eyes clouding his vision, and the roars and cheers from his people could do nothing to paint them away from his mind.
It was done.
He was now King, and there was no regret.
~*~
AN: I needed to do this story because I needed something fresh. I'll be updating this weekly, so keep a look out for chapter one next Sunday.
I hope you all liked the prologue ^.^ Please review and let me know what you thought of it!
--*Heartless*