Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Mistress ❯ Chapter One. ( Chapter 1 )
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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: 3 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 1.8K | 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: 3 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 1.8K | Status: Completed
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WARNING: This story contains Nc-17 rated material.
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Chapter One:
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She lay back on her single hard bed, staring morosely up at the stone ceiling. A wavering sigh fell from her lips as she counted the numerous cracks that weaved and dipped together, looking like black rivers against the tanned stone.
The flame from the candle on top of the small dresser beside her bed flickered merrily as it cast evocative shadows on the surrounding walls.
Everything was silent.
Even the various deadly insects of the arid planet had disappeared that night. The country-side and mountains had most very likely been laid to waste that evening; it was a wonder that the planet still had many mountains to boast.
The celebration of the Saiyan King's ascension had ended and thousands of Saiyans would probably all be sleeping from the exhaustion of their Red Moon transformations.
She wondered... She wondered if he would be with her...
Bulma snorted to herself as she felt the poisonous vines of jealousy tighten in her chest. They choked at her heart, squeezing until she was forced to sit up from the rarely used bed. She had always spent her evenings with him... It had always been her!
She was never left alone in this room at night; she would always be seated in the lap of luxury with her Prince... But he was no longer a Prince now, was he? He was a mighty King. A King that would not defy the laws of his people. Not for her, not for anyone...
She stood up, bracing herself against the cool stone wall.
Unwanted memories threatened to engulf her, clawing at her skin as they tried to pull her back.
But she wouldn't let them.
Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and began counting slowly in her mind. She would not allow herself to remember. She could not.
A change in the air alerted her to a new presence...
She frowned, keeping her eyes closed as she turned and pressed her back fully into the wall. She could feel her body stick to the stone as the rivulets of perspiration dripped down her back. The humidity of the late night seemed to intensify with each passing second that her back was against the wall.
As her eyes remained closed, her breath hitched in her throat. She felt a warm breath caressing her cheek and lips softly. An illustrious chill swept through her bones at the sight that greeted her as she fluttered her eyes open.
A pair of glittering obsidian eyes hovered near her own, plunging into her soul like a sharpened dagger. She tilted her head slightly in confusion, brushing her lips softly against his with the movement.
"What are you doing here?" She whispered urgently as she raised fingers to traverse the contours of his face. He looked so handsome... So regal.
He grasped her hands and pinned them back against the wall.
"The question is; why aren't you in my chambers?" His voice dripped with foreboding annoyance. His dark eyes flashing as he pressed his body fully against hers, trapping her against the sticky wall.
Bulma frowned, tensing as her body responded to his. "I don't understand..."
"You never do seem to understand anything," he growled as he shook his head, smirking to himself as he sniffed the tantalizing aroma of her scent that surrounded them like an alluring mist, "You were supposed to wait for my return. Why did you leave?" He demanded righteously, as stroked her inner thigh.
She clenched her jaw shut, willing herself to ignore the hand that was travelling dangerously towards the apex of her thighs. She struggled against him as best she could, but her strength was nothing in comparison to his...
"Stop it!" She heard herself hiss in a moment of desperation.
He snarled, drawing her away from the wall to push her roughly back again. She winced as a tremor of pain lanced down her spine.
Panic shot through her heart causing her breathing to increase, her chest heaving against his as he pushed his body tightly against her own shivering form.
His soft lips came crashing down against hers, silencing her protests as his expert tongue forced its way into her mouth, igniting the passion that lay dormant in her stomach. She was lost to reason and thought as the calloused fingertips of his hands came into contact once more with her inner thigh, under the blue satin dress.
As he forced her legs apart, her back arched against the wall. He removed his armor and plunged into her without preamble. She was lucky that Saiyans wore no underwear; the amount of times he had taken her unawares was too numerable to count... And this evening was no exception.
A wave of smouldering fire engulfed her body, feeling his body move against hers in a steady rhythm. How long they had remained against the wall, she couldn't be certain. Her thoughts ceased to exist as he pushed her further back into the wall, raising her hips to join his in their fervor.
But as the strokes grew deeper and desperate, she braced herself for the tidal wave of pleasure racing towards her. Finally, she gasped, her body stiffening as his voice rumbled into her mouth with a satisfied growl as they both came together in a blind torrent of lust.
Her body shook with the aftermath and she was certain she would have fallen to the ground had it not been for his own body supporting her.
The final remnants of pleasure were washed away and she groaned, pressing her forehead into his shoulder.
"We... We sh--shouldn't have done that," she whispered brokenly against him as he held her against the wall.
"And why do you say that?"
She could sense the amusement in his voice.
Her body sagged forwards as he removed himself from within her, "Because!! Because you're... You're--" she stopped, unable to find the words.
"What is wrong with you woman?" He demanded icily, losing his former amusement. He forced her to look at him as she avoided his penetrating gaze.
Bulma glared at him, focusing the anger, jealousy and hatred she felt, to tumble towards him.
"You're bonded to another woman," she spat furiously, the strength slowly returning to her body, "And you ask me what's wrong? What the fuck do you think is wrong, King Vegeta?" She hurled the title insultingly at his face, her body trembling from the suppressed emotions.
He pulled his body away from her, causing her to fall to her knees before him, "How many fucking times have we gone through this, bitch?" He cursed down at her, sneering at the pathetic display of her emotions.
She raised her eyes to him, remaining on the cool floor.
"Too many times," she responded quietly, her body still quivering from their joining.
Her heart seized as she saw his sneer soften for a moment.
What were they going to do? She wanted to deny him, but her body would always belong to him. Her body would always betray her... No matter how hard she tried to push away the truth; it would always be there.
Bulma gingerly rubbed the base of her throbbing spine as she stood up slowly, meeting his gaze fully.
His eyes flickered briefly towards the moving hand, before returning to her face, "Gather your things, I will meet you in my chambers," he said mutely, as if he was describing the structure of her room.
He was not expecting her to respond and so he pulled on his armor once more and turned to leave the foul, small room.
"What do you mean?" She stopped him with her hand and searched his face to see if he was lying... But she found only truth in his words.
"I will not repeat myself, you heard me," he folded his arms impatiently.
"But why?" She asked in exasperation.
"You will be moving," he replied blandly ignoring her question and glancing around the room with a look of distaste upon his features.
Bulma knew she was pushing her luck and his patience, but she revelled in the danger and so she spoke once more. "To where?" Her voice lowered to a husky pitch, catching the attention of the newly crowned King.
Vegeta stopped his inspection of the room, noting the pleasant change in her demeanor. "To the second capital city, Tegev," he watched her face closely, but found that she was hiding her emotions well at present.
"May I ask why I am being moved so far away?" The words she had spoken wavered slightly, showing him her discontent at the situation. So far away from the main palace... Far away from him.
He growled, alerting her that she was treading on very thin ice, "For your protection," he snarled out through gritted teeth.
Protection? Bullshit! Who was he trying to fool?
"What if I don't want to leave?" Bulma cried, raising her voice, as she turned to look out of the small window of her room. She couldn't face him...
She crossed her arms to mirror his stance as she gazed up solemnly at the dotted stars of the night sky.
Dawn would be approaching soon.
She could barely make out the faint rays of light expanding up from the horizon, noting the steady pounding of her anxiety in the hard, rhythmic beats of her heart.
"You have no say in this decision!" Vegeta snapped as he stormed towards the small doorway. He titled his head, offering her a view of his chiseled profile, "If you are not ready within fifteen minutes, I will remove you personally from this disgusting place."
The tone of his voice seemed to soften briefly, "You understand. You will do this woman, you must..."
Bulma closed her eyes as the door clicked shut behind his retreating form. Yes, she understood. She understood perfectly.
She shivered as the chill of the morning dawn replaced the humid heat.
The tears that she had suppressed, pooled beneath her lashes. She had to leave because... Because she was in the way. He didn't want her to see the new Queen. He didn't want her to be near the main palace as he forced himself to conceive an heir to the throne of Vejiita-sei with that... That Saiyan witch.
... She hated him! Why was he doing this to her? Why couldn't he just let her go..?
Bulma furiously slammed the palms of her hands against the wooden window panes. "Fuck!" She murmured under her breath, still unwilling to break the quiet stillness that had fallen upon the planet, with her abrasive voice.
She had always been in the way... Even in childhood.
It was the same, where ever she went!
Always the same.
~*~
She was a wild creature when they first brought her in.
A tempestuous little girl, with a temper to rival any fierce Saiyan warrior. It was said that she had been found amongst a storm of blood and destruction.
A sole survivor among the dead bodies of her kin. It was a mystery; they had found her weeping at the center of the maelstrom, covered from head to toe in blood.
They say that she was lucky to be alive at all.
A Saiyan fighter ship had spotted the lone space craft, floating harmlessly in Vejiita-sei's orbit. Their advanced satellites had not detected the ship; that was enough to rouse the suspicions of every Saiyan aboard the craft. It was there on the ship that they found the carnage.
To this day, the cause of the devastation is still unknown.
That was the reason the Saiyans took her and brought her down to their planet. They wanted to find out what had happened to her, what enemy had fallen upon the fateful ship and to know if the threat extended to their planet.
But the little girl would not speak. She would not speak; only scream.
Scream in her alien language.
They say her screams brought the strongest of Saiyans to their knees.
They would have thrown her off the planet, or simply killed her, had it not been for the simple fact that curiosity stayed their King's hand. That, and the beauty the child possessed.
She was a creature far too beautiful to murder in cold blood, and so her fate had been decided, unknown to the civillians of Vejiita-sei. But there were still many unanswered questions.
How was it that such a weak little creature had managed to survive? How was it that every single person on that ship had died, when she remained untouched? What had happened? What caused the destruction of the travelling space ship?
The mystery was common news in the capital city of Vejiita-sei, but as time drew on, the little girl had vanished from the minds of the citizens, leaving the knowledge to carry on into myth as the years passed by;
A forgotten memory.
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AN: Ah now this is interesting; who's the little girl? Could it be Bulma? ^.^
I know not much happened in that chapter, I just wanted to establish Bulma and Vegeta's relationship and how they behave with one another. Plus I wanted you guys to get a feel for the compromising situation Bulma is in. She doesn't want to be Vegeta's mistress, but it is obvious she has no choice in the matter.
As for my original decision about dealing with Bulma's past, I have decided to tell it (not by going from beginning to end, and not even with flashbacks) but through a time line running parallel with the present, so you will see how Bulma and Vegeta came together at different stages in this story. Confused? Don't be, it will be clearer in writing ^.^ Trust me, this plan involves less chapters and it's less time consuming.
The reviews were awesome, thank you guys so much! It's nice to hear people's opinions, so thank you! Let me know if anything is bothering you with the story or you have a criticism, believe it or not, I take it very well ^.~ Well... Sometimes I do! :D
Look out for a new chapter next Sunday.
Until then, have a good week all you gorgeous people.
--Heartless.
WARNING: This story contains Nc-17 rated material.
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Chapter One:
~*~
She lay back on her single hard bed, staring morosely up at the stone ceiling. A wavering sigh fell from her lips as she counted the numerous cracks that weaved and dipped together, looking like black rivers against the tanned stone.
The flame from the candle on top of the small dresser beside her bed flickered merrily as it cast evocative shadows on the surrounding walls.
Everything was silent.
Even the various deadly insects of the arid planet had disappeared that night. The country-side and mountains had most very likely been laid to waste that evening; it was a wonder that the planet still had many mountains to boast.
The celebration of the Saiyan King's ascension had ended and thousands of Saiyans would probably all be sleeping from the exhaustion of their Red Moon transformations.
She wondered... She wondered if he would be with her...
Bulma snorted to herself as she felt the poisonous vines of jealousy tighten in her chest. They choked at her heart, squeezing until she was forced to sit up from the rarely used bed. She had always spent her evenings with him... It had always been her!
She was never left alone in this room at night; she would always be seated in the lap of luxury with her Prince... But he was no longer a Prince now, was he? He was a mighty King. A King that would not defy the laws of his people. Not for her, not for anyone...
She stood up, bracing herself against the cool stone wall.
Unwanted memories threatened to engulf her, clawing at her skin as they tried to pull her back.
But she wouldn't let them.
Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and began counting slowly in her mind. She would not allow herself to remember. She could not.
A change in the air alerted her to a new presence...
She frowned, keeping her eyes closed as she turned and pressed her back fully into the wall. She could feel her body stick to the stone as the rivulets of perspiration dripped down her back. The humidity of the late night seemed to intensify with each passing second that her back was against the wall.
As her eyes remained closed, her breath hitched in her throat. She felt a warm breath caressing her cheek and lips softly. An illustrious chill swept through her bones at the sight that greeted her as she fluttered her eyes open.
A pair of glittering obsidian eyes hovered near her own, plunging into her soul like a sharpened dagger. She tilted her head slightly in confusion, brushing her lips softly against his with the movement.
"What are you doing here?" She whispered urgently as she raised fingers to traverse the contours of his face. He looked so handsome... So regal.
He grasped her hands and pinned them back against the wall.
"The question is; why aren't you in my chambers?" His voice dripped with foreboding annoyance. His dark eyes flashing as he pressed his body fully against hers, trapping her against the sticky wall.
Bulma frowned, tensing as her body responded to his. "I don't understand..."
"You never do seem to understand anything," he growled as he shook his head, smirking to himself as he sniffed the tantalizing aroma of her scent that surrounded them like an alluring mist, "You were supposed to wait for my return. Why did you leave?" He demanded righteously, as stroked her inner thigh.
She clenched her jaw shut, willing herself to ignore the hand that was travelling dangerously towards the apex of her thighs. She struggled against him as best she could, but her strength was nothing in comparison to his...
"Stop it!" She heard herself hiss in a moment of desperation.
He snarled, drawing her away from the wall to push her roughly back again. She winced as a tremor of pain lanced down her spine.
Panic shot through her heart causing her breathing to increase, her chest heaving against his as he pushed his body tightly against her own shivering form.
His soft lips came crashing down against hers, silencing her protests as his expert tongue forced its way into her mouth, igniting the passion that lay dormant in her stomach. She was lost to reason and thought as the calloused fingertips of his hands came into contact once more with her inner thigh, under the blue satin dress.
As he forced her legs apart, her back arched against the wall. He removed his armor and plunged into her without preamble. She was lucky that Saiyans wore no underwear; the amount of times he had taken her unawares was too numerable to count... And this evening was no exception.
A wave of smouldering fire engulfed her body, feeling his body move against hers in a steady rhythm. How long they had remained against the wall, she couldn't be certain. Her thoughts ceased to exist as he pushed her further back into the wall, raising her hips to join his in their fervor.
But as the strokes grew deeper and desperate, she braced herself for the tidal wave of pleasure racing towards her. Finally, she gasped, her body stiffening as his voice rumbled into her mouth with a satisfied growl as they both came together in a blind torrent of lust.
Her body shook with the aftermath and she was certain she would have fallen to the ground had it not been for his own body supporting her.
The final remnants of pleasure were washed away and she groaned, pressing her forehead into his shoulder.
"We... We sh--shouldn't have done that," she whispered brokenly against him as he held her against the wall.
"And why do you say that?"
She could sense the amusement in his voice.
Her body sagged forwards as he removed himself from within her, "Because!! Because you're... You're--" she stopped, unable to find the words.
"What is wrong with you woman?" He demanded icily, losing his former amusement. He forced her to look at him as she avoided his penetrating gaze.
Bulma glared at him, focusing the anger, jealousy and hatred she felt, to tumble towards him.
"You're bonded to another woman," she spat furiously, the strength slowly returning to her body, "And you ask me what's wrong? What the fuck do you think is wrong, King Vegeta?" She hurled the title insultingly at his face, her body trembling from the suppressed emotions.
He pulled his body away from her, causing her to fall to her knees before him, "How many fucking times have we gone through this, bitch?" He cursed down at her, sneering at the pathetic display of her emotions.
She raised her eyes to him, remaining on the cool floor.
"Too many times," she responded quietly, her body still quivering from their joining.
Her heart seized as she saw his sneer soften for a moment.
What were they going to do? She wanted to deny him, but her body would always belong to him. Her body would always betray her... No matter how hard she tried to push away the truth; it would always be there.
Bulma gingerly rubbed the base of her throbbing spine as she stood up slowly, meeting his gaze fully.
His eyes flickered briefly towards the moving hand, before returning to her face, "Gather your things, I will meet you in my chambers," he said mutely, as if he was describing the structure of her room.
He was not expecting her to respond and so he pulled on his armor once more and turned to leave the foul, small room.
"What do you mean?" She stopped him with her hand and searched his face to see if he was lying... But she found only truth in his words.
"I will not repeat myself, you heard me," he folded his arms impatiently.
"But why?" She asked in exasperation.
"You will be moving," he replied blandly ignoring her question and glancing around the room with a look of distaste upon his features.
Bulma knew she was pushing her luck and his patience, but she revelled in the danger and so she spoke once more. "To where?" Her voice lowered to a husky pitch, catching the attention of the newly crowned King.
Vegeta stopped his inspection of the room, noting the pleasant change in her demeanor. "To the second capital city, Tegev," he watched her face closely, but found that she was hiding her emotions well at present.
"May I ask why I am being moved so far away?" The words she had spoken wavered slightly, showing him her discontent at the situation. So far away from the main palace... Far away from him.
He growled, alerting her that she was treading on very thin ice, "For your protection," he snarled out through gritted teeth.
Protection? Bullshit! Who was he trying to fool?
"What if I don't want to leave?" Bulma cried, raising her voice, as she turned to look out of the small window of her room. She couldn't face him...
She crossed her arms to mirror his stance as she gazed up solemnly at the dotted stars of the night sky.
Dawn would be approaching soon.
She could barely make out the faint rays of light expanding up from the horizon, noting the steady pounding of her anxiety in the hard, rhythmic beats of her heart.
"You have no say in this decision!" Vegeta snapped as he stormed towards the small doorway. He titled his head, offering her a view of his chiseled profile, "If you are not ready within fifteen minutes, I will remove you personally from this disgusting place."
The tone of his voice seemed to soften briefly, "You understand. You will do this woman, you must..."
Bulma closed her eyes as the door clicked shut behind his retreating form. Yes, she understood. She understood perfectly.
She shivered as the chill of the morning dawn replaced the humid heat.
The tears that she had suppressed, pooled beneath her lashes. She had to leave because... Because she was in the way. He didn't want her to see the new Queen. He didn't want her to be near the main palace as he forced himself to conceive an heir to the throne of Vejiita-sei with that... That Saiyan witch.
... She hated him! Why was he doing this to her? Why couldn't he just let her go..?
Bulma furiously slammed the palms of her hands against the wooden window panes. "Fuck!" She murmured under her breath, still unwilling to break the quiet stillness that had fallen upon the planet, with her abrasive voice.
She had always been in the way... Even in childhood.
It was the same, where ever she went!
Always the same.
~*~
She was a wild creature when they first brought her in.
A tempestuous little girl, with a temper to rival any fierce Saiyan warrior. It was said that she had been found amongst a storm of blood and destruction.
A sole survivor among the dead bodies of her kin. It was a mystery; they had found her weeping at the center of the maelstrom, covered from head to toe in blood.
They say that she was lucky to be alive at all.
A Saiyan fighter ship had spotted the lone space craft, floating harmlessly in Vejiita-sei's orbit. Their advanced satellites had not detected the ship; that was enough to rouse the suspicions of every Saiyan aboard the craft. It was there on the ship that they found the carnage.
To this day, the cause of the devastation is still unknown.
That was the reason the Saiyans took her and brought her down to their planet. They wanted to find out what had happened to her, what enemy had fallen upon the fateful ship and to know if the threat extended to their planet.
But the little girl would not speak. She would not speak; only scream.
Scream in her alien language.
They say her screams brought the strongest of Saiyans to their knees.
They would have thrown her off the planet, or simply killed her, had it not been for the simple fact that curiosity stayed their King's hand. That, and the beauty the child possessed.
She was a creature far too beautiful to murder in cold blood, and so her fate had been decided, unknown to the civillians of Vejiita-sei. But there were still many unanswered questions.
How was it that such a weak little creature had managed to survive? How was it that every single person on that ship had died, when she remained untouched? What had happened? What caused the destruction of the travelling space ship?
The mystery was common news in the capital city of Vejiita-sei, but as time drew on, the little girl had vanished from the minds of the citizens, leaving the knowledge to carry on into myth as the years passed by;
A forgotten memory.
~*~
AN: Ah now this is interesting; who's the little girl? Could it be Bulma? ^.^
I know not much happened in that chapter, I just wanted to establish Bulma and Vegeta's relationship and how they behave with one another. Plus I wanted you guys to get a feel for the compromising situation Bulma is in. She doesn't want to be Vegeta's mistress, but it is obvious she has no choice in the matter.
As for my original decision about dealing with Bulma's past, I have decided to tell it (not by going from beginning to end, and not even with flashbacks) but through a time line running parallel with the present, so you will see how Bulma and Vegeta came together at different stages in this story. Confused? Don't be, it will be clearer in writing ^.^ Trust me, this plan involves less chapters and it's less time consuming.
The reviews were awesome, thank you guys so much! It's nice to hear people's opinions, so thank you! Let me know if anything is bothering you with the story or you have a criticism, believe it or not, I take it very well ^.~ Well... Sometimes I do! :D
Look out for a new chapter next Sunday.
Until then, have a good week all you gorgeous people.
--Heartless.