Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Taking of Bulma ❯ The Taking of Bulma ( Chapter 1 )
A planet Vegeta believes to be barren still has one survivor.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Adventure / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.02.2002 | Updated On: 12.02.2002 | Pages: 5 | Words: 9.2K | Visits: 10.5K | Status: Work In Progress
The Taking of Bulma by Kaialicious
Disclaimer: I am in no way Akira Toriyama. I do not own DBZ or the DBZ characters. (Let's not beat around the bush. I could never put myself in the same category as Toriyama! He is just too good! Akira Toriyama rocks!)
Author's Note: This story contains some LEMON, obscene language, and rape. This story is NOT intended for under aged readers. In addition, for those of you who read the first chapter, thanks for reading it. I guess I screwed up a bit. I thought that I had finished it, but I guess I didn't, so I'll probably have to explain what I missed in flash backs or something. Please feel free to check out my other stories though!
The words in italics represent thoughts and language spoken with emphasis. Words spelled completely in capital letters are usually outbursts, or shouts.
-Japanese Words and Definitions (If I got any wrong, my bad!)-
*Baka-Stupid
*Baka mitai-It must hurt to be that stupid!
*Bakayarou-You stupid jerk (and other things that I prefer not to mention)
*Damare-Cut it out
*Hai-Yes
*Iie-No
*Ima yamero-Stop that this instant!
*Inu-Dog
*Matte yo-Wait
*Onna-Woman
*****
The mission had been successful. The disrupting device had completely obliterated the inhabitants of the technologically inferior blue planet. Prince Vegeta landed his ship on the plant rich planet and proceeded to do some personal exploration of his latest conquest. The world seemed healthy enough to sustain an army of Saiyans. It would do well as a training base for non-Saiyan allies as well.
"This should please my father," he said aloud, remembering how angry his sire had been with him for disregarding lord Frieza's summons.
"You have no idea what you've done, brat!" king Vegeta had told him. "Lord Frieza will have your head for this!"
"Then let him come for it. I am not afraid of him," Vegeta had boasted.
"You foolish little whelp!" his father had struck him. His blow had taken Vegeta by surprise. His father had never raised a hand to him, not out of fury.
"You listen to me. You will go on a yearlong mission out of this galaxy. You will procure for our people new worlds to live on, and you will pretend that lord Frieza's message was never received. If lord Frieza sends another missive, I will simply tell him that you have been on this mission for over a year and will not be returning any time soon. Is that clear?"
Vegeta could not openly defy his father. He would not even consider the notion. "Yes, father."
King Vegeta's decree had been more of a punishment. Vegeta had been exiled from Vegetasia and all because he had refused to answer the summons of a perverted ruler who had visions of grandeur. Vegeta had made a promise to himself that he would do everything in his power to make his father proud of him again. He had learned his lesson in the past year.
The sound of something rustling in the nearby bushes drew him from his thoughts. He headed towards the bushy, green area and said, "Come out of there or I'll blast you out!"
The shrill scream that responded to his command took him by surprise. He was even more startled when a small object flew out of the bushes and landed on the ground before him. It made a pneumatic hiss and a cloud of smoke surrounded it. When the smoke cleared, a large an ungainly looking vehicle appeared before him.
"What the…"
There was no time for speculation, because a wild, blue haired woman burst free from the bushes and quickly jumped into the vehicle. The vehicle started and rose into the air. Vegeta closed his gaping mouth and pursued the tan colored object.
The vehicle was pitifully slow, compared to his Saiyan speed. He was alongside it in a second. He was curious as to how the woman had managed to operate the ungainly ship. He flied to the front of the vehicle and got a closer look at the woman through the vehicle's window.
She looked terrified by his presence. She let out a piercing wail that hurt Vegeta's ears. Vegeta slammed his fist in to the nose of the vehicle, causing the metal to collapse in on itself. Sparks flew from the controls inside of the ship. The woman screamed. Vegeta threw a blast at one of the vehicle's wings. It ripped the ship in half. The air pressure sucked the unsuspecting woman from the mutilated conveyance. She fell from the burning wreckage, screaming all the way down. Vegeta considered letting her die, but he wanted to know how she had evaded the rays of the disrupting device.
He plunged down after her. Her hair was waving in the air like a silken banner. Her arms and legs flailed about uselessly as if the movement could save her from impending death. Vegeta almost laughed at her foolish attempt. He offered her his hand to see what she would do. The woman quickly grabbed his hand with both of hers. She moved herself along it until she had pulled herself completely against him. She then wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. There, she desperately clung to him, her small body trembling in fear.
Again, Vegeta was stunned. He could not believe what her proximity was doing to him. The scent of her hair filled his lungs. Her soft, supple body stirred his nether regions to life. He was tempted to take her.
Her big, blue eyes looked up at him.
Vegeta hardened his features and removed the woman's arms from around his neck. He wrapped his arm around her waist and hoisted her over his shoulder. She squeaked at her awkward position and pummeled his back.
"What are you doing? Put me down! Are you crazy?"
"Silence, woman!" he told her.
He landed near his transport. He set her down on the ground and watched in amusement as she realized that the ship was not of her world. She gasped and stared at him in abject horror.
"W-Who are you?" she asked him.
"I am the Saiyan prince Vegeta, son of king Vegeta of Vegetasia. I am your new lord and master," he informed her.
The woman looked at him as if he had lost his mind. She began to laugh, a soft lilting sound that made his member twitch. His attraction to the exotic female was staggering. He reasoned that his extended period without sexual intimacy had left him a bit eager for gratification. He thought about the trip back home. It would be long and tedious. The trip would certainly go faster if he had a female to help pass the time.
He went into the ship, leaving the woman behind to contemplate what he was doing. He returned shortly with a length of chain attached to a broad metal collar.
As if she knew his intent, she fled, screaming at the top of her lungs. Vegeta smirked. The woman did not know how much he enjoyed a chase. He wrapped the chain around his hand and took off after her.
Run, he bid her silently. He could feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins. He was aware that the female could not possibly evade him. She was out in the open. He merely wanted to toy with her. She could never hope to outdistance him. He was a Saiyan, and the strongest fighter in the universe. She should be honored that he even chose to spare her life.
Certainly, her existence after the use of the disrupting ray was a mistake, one that the Saiyan race could not afford to make known. It was rare when Vegeta found a female who roused his blood. He concluded that she had to live, if only for that reason alone.
He had given her enough time to flee. Still, she was terribly slow.
"Can't you run any faster?" Vegeta yelled after her.
She ignored his remark, reached into her clothing, and withdrew a small white case. She pulled something from the case and threw it about three feet ahead of her. The familiar plume of smoke appeared, and the woman ran right through it. He heard the sound of a loud, grating motor and watched in shock as the woman sped away from the smoke on a two-wheeled white vehicle.
"Unbelievable…" he muttered as the woman outdistanced him. He was starting to think that this was no ordinary female. She possessed mysterious powers. She had the power to conjure up escape vehicles at will.
"It has to be some trick," he concluded.
He increased his speed and caught up with her. One shot of energy from his finger in the right location sent the vehicle spinning out of control. The woman shrieked. Vegeta pulled her free of it and threw her down on the ground.
"Ouch! Take it easy, you oaf!" she complained. "What are you doing? No, stop!"
She fought him as he tried to secure the collar around her neck. Vegeta accomplished the task and pulled the chain that was attached to it. The woman was forced to kneel and clutch at the chain with both of her hands to prevent her self from being choked.
"Very nice. You learn fast," Vegeta told her. "Now, tell me, what manner of creature are you that you can summon machines at will?"
"What? I don't summon anything."
"Then what were those things that you were riding?" he demanded.
"You mean the airtran and the motorcycle? Well, those came from containment units called capsules."
"Capsules?"
"Yes. It's my dad's invention."
"Your father is a scientist," he asked.
She nodded awkwardly.
"We could have used his talents," he said aloud.
"I-I am a scientist too!"
Vegeta frowned at her. The woman obviously thought that he would go easier on her if she claimed her father's status. It was a silly ploy on her part. However, Vegeta could not blame her. Had he not found her charms wanting, she would have suffered the same fate as her people.
She must have seen the doubt in his eyes because she started babbling about something called college degrees.
"I have designed some of Capsule Corps' best selling products! Do you see these boots?" she tried to look down at a pair of tan and brown foot coverings that went past her ankles. "They are designed to fit all sizes. A chip inside of it automatically causes the material to adjust. It is extremely durable. I designed it."
"Really, well we Saiyans already have such an invention." Vegeta tapped his foot to draw her attention to his white boots. "Enough of this."
"I am a scientist!" she yelled with conviction.
"Prove it to me."
"Huh?"
He tugged her to her feet. He started walking towards the wrecked motorcycle. She stumbled behind of him and he dragged her along. She protested, but he ignored her pleas. Once they were at the destroyed vehicle, Vegeta pointed at the contraption and told her, "Fix it."
"What? I'm a scientist, not a mechanic!"
"You said that you created some of the best selling items. I would imagine that this monstrosity was of your creation since you handled it so well." The crimson color that rose to her cheeks was an indication that he had guessed right. "Since you designed it, then you must know how to put it back together. If you cannot do that, then you are no scientist."
"I said that I'm a scientist, not a grease monkey! Just because I know how to drive it doesn't mean that I know how to assemble it!"
"Silence! Do something with it. Impress me, or else," he said threateningly.
She shuddered.
He smirked insolently, secretly laughing at her despair. If she only knew that he was merely toying with her, she would not have even lifted a finger. He did not care if she was not a scientist. He did not make her his slave for her intelligence. He had other pleasurable intentions for her in mind.
The woman began working with random parts, peeling back colorful coated wires with her teeth and twining the copper colored lines to other cables. At intervals, she looked up at him and asked him if he could concentrate just a little of his ki energy on a certain spot, to melt or secure some piece of metal. Her bold use of his energy as an aid unsettled him. On Vegetasia, he never would have used his powers for such menial tasks, especially not assisting some foreign woman to accomplish some undertaking that she was far from achieving.
Vegeta considered what his father would say if he found out about this.
He would say nothing. He would have me banished again. It is the only way that he feels that he can control me.
The thought made him grow irritated. He was now tired of his game.
"Enough, woman, I am ready to leave."
"I'm almost done," she told him. "Give me a few more minutes."
"No! I want to leave now!"
"Oh come on! This is not fair! You made me go through all of this work for nothing!" she argued.
"You forget your place," he warned.
She yelped and lowered her gaze. "Please, Vegeta. Just four more minutes."
He raised a sleek eyebrow at her. He wanted to dash her hopes and tell her that he would give her nothing, but for some unexplainable reason, he heard himself say, "Fine."
She went back to work and just as she promised, she was finished within four minutes.
Vegeta stared down at the contraption in her hands and asked, "What is it?"
"What do you mean, what is it?" she pushed some switch on its side and handed it to him. "Here. Can't you feel it?"
"Feel what?"
"This," she said and yanked on one of the hanging wires. Her movements caught him off guard. He managed to lose his grip on the chain and she ran away from him. The sound of an alarm came from the gadget that he held in his hands. It was a loud and irritating noise. Vegeta was about to smash it on the ground when the thing exploded in his face…
*****
"Hah! That will teach you to doubt me, you jerk!" Bulma Briefs yelled at the cloud of smoke that had once been the alien prince. She had created a small explosive device to get rid of her captor. A success, she concluded, since nothing had stepped out of the smoke.
She crumpled to the ground and rested her head on her bent knees. The chain jingled. The first thing she had to do was get rid of the stupid collar. Then, she would return to Capsule Corp and see if anyone was there. She had been trying to reach home for a couple of hours. All that she kept getting was static. On top of that, the radio waves had been airily silent. It was rather unusual since people that lived in the area heavily used radio links to communicate with each other.
In fact, she had been talking to her father just before their connection was cut off. She had been concocting something of her own, a project that she had kept secret from him for several months. The board members of Capsule Corp had been hesitant to allow her to make use of Capsule Corps' labs due to the threat of spies and other economic problems that they had managed to scrounge up in order to prevent her from upstaging their prodigies. The board members held a lot at stake. Capsule Corps' prodigies were young, and often lost interest rather quickly. To keep them happy, the board had to assure them that upstarts such as Bulma would not interfere with their programs. Quite a difficult task to achieve since Bulma often found countless flaws in their work. She did her best to keep her mouth shut, but the scientist in her would not stand for it. Need less to say, her genius had prompted several esteemed young scientists to leave Capsule Corp for one of its competitor companies.
At the behest of her father, she took it upon herself to take her own foundling invention, the Trans Dimensional Unit off Capsule Corp property. It was currently safely within her Capsule case, capsulated for her convenience. She had been testing it out just before she lost contact with her father. She had tried to contact others. Yamcha's line wasn't even busy. It was plain static. Every one else that she tried produced the same results.
She was starting to think that something was seriously wrong. Perhaps the alien's presence had something to do with it. She wished that he had been a little less hostile towards her. Maybe then, she could have found out if he had done something to blot out radio communication. But he hadn't been very nice at all, and she had been forced to blow him up to bits. It was sad really, since he'd seemed so cute.
Most ruthless people are like that, she mused, beautiful on the outside, but ugly on the inside.
She sighed. She supposed that she should get going. She was a long way from the nearest town.
She reached inside of her pants pocket for her Capsule case. She silently cursed the alien for destroying two of her favorite transport vehicles.
"Stupid alien, you should have believed me when I told you that I was a scientist. Geniuses like me never get any respect."
"You're right!"
The harsh, male voice came from the cloud of dust that had been formed from the explosion. Bulma saw a dark shadow standing in the midst of it.
That can't be possible!
But it was, because the alien stepped out of the dissipating dust, looking completely untouched. Not even a hair was out of place on his head.
"Vegetasia could use another scientist," the alien said, walking towards her.
Bulma was too scared to move. She could do nothing but sit and tremble as he came closer.
"What, no biting remark? Did you suddenly lose the will to speak?"
He was upon her now.
Kame, help me!
He reached a gloved hand down to her and grabbed the Capsule case out of her hand. "No more surprises," he told her.
He hid the case beneath the hard white casing that was his armor. He then reached for her and pulled her to her feet. His fingers dug into her arms. "You belong to me."
"I belong to nobody but my family!" she struggled to break free from him. "Let me go!"
"Your family is dead, just like all the other humans on this planet!"
Bulma went stock-still. "W-What?"
The Saiyan grinned and told her, "Before entering this atmosphere, I deployed an instrument that eradicates all living life forms. Everything that breathes is dead."
Bulma's bottom lip trembled. "N-No…"
"Yes, and so you see? You do belong to me, woman."
"I-I don't believe you! They're not dead! They can't be!"
Vegeta shook her and said, "I have no reason to lie to you! They are dead, accept it!"
Bulma began to cry. Vegeta sneered at her weak show of emotion. He slapped her. She grew quiet in an instant and stared at him in humiliation.
"Now that I have your attention…I will not tolerate your emotional upheavals. Any resistance on your part will be addressed with punishment. You are a royal slave. You possess absolutely no power over anyone, and because you are from this planet, the slaves within my kingdom will hold some authority over you. You will address me as master or my prince, never Vegeta."
"You can't do this!"
"Silence!"
Bulma opened her mouth to argue with him, but reconsidered her actions when he raised a dark brow at her.
"From now on, you will do as I say. You are a slave," he repeated as if the words gave him some sort of twisted pleasure. "This is your new life. Do you understand?"
She sniffled and looked away from him.
"Answer me!"
"How can I? You're confusing me! You said that I'm your slave!"
"Yes, you are."
"I thought you wanted a scientist!"
"What makes you think that you cannot be both?" he smirked wickedly.
Bulma gasped. Surely, he wasn't serious!
"You are my property. As a slave, you will do whatever I command. As a scientist, you will do whatever you can to benefit the planet of Vegetasia…"
As he went on with his dictating, Bulma imagined how unbearable living with him would be. He was obviously quite demanding and cruel. How could she work under those conditions, and as a slave, no less? She decided that he was crazy. She also decided that there was no way that she was going anywhere with him. She would die first before she became his slave. Bulma Briefs was nobody's property!
*****
The woman was muttering something under her breath.
Prince Vegeta scowled at her and viciously tugged on the chain. "What did you say woman?"
"I will never give in to you, Saiyan scum!"
Vegeta frowned. The blue haired woman was willful. He had to make her see that he was serious. He flared up his ki energy, causing her hair to fly about her face in disarray. She shrieked and futilely hit him with her fists.
"I'm not scared of you, you pompous jerk! Let go of me!"
He intentionally let her go just when she had started another tantrum. Her outburst caused her to fall to the ground.
She sank her teeth into his leg, and scrambled backward as he let out a howl, and released his hold on her. The prince stared at her as if she had gone mad. How dare she use such childish tactics against him? He was infuriated. He would not let the act of hers go unpunished.
"Come here," he ordered.
She began to whimper. She knew that she had displeased him. He was on the verge of killing her. She had only one last resort to make him see that she was more valuable to him alive.
The dark haired warrior took a step towards her. She held up a supplicating hand and said, "My prince, you can't. I am what you want remember? I can bring Vegetasia to its full glory. What other scientist in the universe can build the things that I can build? That is why you came to Chikkyu, isn't it, to claim me in the name of Vegetasia?" She said the latter in a softened voice, hinting at an underlying invitation.
Vegeta halted and smirked at the trembling human. A clever little thing, he thought. She had courage to use her feminine wiles on him, but he would show her that he was not to be teased.
"Humph. Why would I want to fuck you, human? You are beneath me. You are not even fit to stand in my presence, let alone suggest that we sleep together. Do you really think that I would be so stupid as to fall for that?"
His harsh words hurt her to the core. He saw the flash of pain in her eyes and laughed. She was a weak one. Her rage had been all but a front. To think that he had once thought her to be amusing. Well, he would not make that same mistake again.
"Now come and get what is yours…" he beckoned, baring his teeth to her, his tail swishing around excitedly.
"You can't! No!" she cried, and felt her hand touch something hard and jagged. It was a rock. She picked it up and threw it at him. He raised an arm and blocked the harmless thing from dirtying his armor.
"Is that the best that you can do?" he scoffed.
He was finally upon her. He grabbed her by her arms and gave her a shake. "You are never to throw things at me, woman."
"I hate you! Even when I am dead, I will hate you! Hell, kill me now so that I can be rid of you, you bastard!"
Her words did not please him at all. The image of her laughing at him in the afterlife flashed across his mind. She would have beaten him, and had the last say if he was to put her out of her misery. Then what conquest would he have to offer his father? No. It was easier to keep her alive and let her suffer the only way he knew how. By serving him.
He roughly embraced her and narrowed his gaze. "I have some use for you yet, human."
He rose into the air with her. She clung to him, fearing that she would fall or that he would drop her for her insolence. Her worry escalated when she felt them descending rapidly.
Oh Kame, he is going to kill me!
They landed with a jolt on flat and grassy ground. Bulma looked around and saw a huge metal object. She knew that it was his ship. The threat of her leaving Earth had grown grave.
She tried planting her feet into the ground, but the Saiyan was far stronger than she was and merely tugged on the chain. She jerked forward and almost plowed right into his back. She caught her footing and yelped as the collar pressed uncomfortably into her delicate skin.
A portal opened in the side of the ship and a walkway emerged. Before she knew it, she was being herded up it behind of the heartless alien. Tears of despair clouded her eyes. Denial had kept her from believing that what he had told her was not true. She realized that it had to be. If anyone had been alive, wouldn't Goku and the others have felt the alien's energy and come to investigate? Goku and the others had not, and so she reasoned that the alien had indeed killed them.
There was no hope for her. The Saiyan was right. She belonged to him.
*****
Bulma watched regretfully as her beloved Earth disappeared beneath her feet. She would never see the "bothersome orb" again, as Vegeta had called it. They were in his ship, taking off to parts unknown. She was scared. If ever there was a time when she feared for her sanity, that time was now.
She could feel him looking at her. A tingle ran up her body. Why did he have to be so imposing? Couldn't she have her privacy even when she was alone with her thoughts?
"How did you survive that blast?" he asked her.
"I don't know what you mean," she lied.
"So you continue to play games with me." He was now a short distance away from her.
She was looking out a starboard window. She could see the faint glow of Earth as the Saiyan ship ascended into space and receded out of the galaxy. The abnormality of it all left her feeling empty and cold inside. She didn't care any more.
"Why won't you leave me alone?" she muttered.
"You are mine. You must realize that." His arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back against him.
"Now I am your whore too," her voice trembled.
"If I will it, yes," he replied.
"I hate you. Why would I ever let you take me?"
"Because, slave, you have no choice." He tilted her head and took her lips in a brutal kiss. A sigh escaped her throat. Vegeta growled in approval and unwound his tail. He slipped it beneath her skirt. The furry appendage moved aside the protective crotch of her panties and brushed across her softness. Bulma made a sound of protest. The prince quieted her with the caress of his hand.
"What are you doing?" she whimpered.
"What I should have done a long time ago," he said.
Bulma's hands pressed against the window, and she shivered as she felt the tip of the Saiyan's tail enter her body.
This is outrageous, she thought. I'm not letting this happen!
"Prince Vegeta," she began, but was silenced by the angry thrusts of his tail. She gasped in terror as the sleek member moved fluidly against her inner walls, stroking her, and robbing her of her thoughts.
"Yes, woman, I know how you feel about me. I can smell it," he scoffed and flicked his tail inside of her. "There is no way that you can hate this, can you? Because it is a part of me, and you truly do not hate me."
"I-I…" she stuttered and moaned as a wave of desire claimed her tenfold.
This was so unreal. The cool press of the glass against her heated flesh could not stir her from the fact that the alien was degrading her with his shameful touches.
He tugged on her striped tube top until her ample breasts sprung free. He cupped them in his gloved hands, testing their weight. Bulma blushed crimson.
Kame, what was he doing to her? She had been prepared to hate him, and with good reason since his arrival on Earth had wiped out the existence of her friends and loved ones. Nothing could have shocked her more than her body's reaction to his ruthless ministrations. He was evil incarnate, and yet, she silently prayed that he would not neglect to give her pleasure. Even now, her climax was building as he rolled her pink nipples between his fingers. She leaned back against him. She bared her neck to him. He lowered his head and sank his teeth into her soft skin. She made a brief sound of protest. Her excitement quickly claimed her, and she was soon writhing in his grasp. The spasms depleted her so much that she collapsed in his embrace.
Vegeta swept her up in his arms and carried her to his sleeping quarters. If the Earth woman thought that he was finished with her, she was in for a rude awakening.
*****
She arose with a whimper. The wet laps over her inner thighs had penetrated the barriers of her sleep. The dark crown of spiked hair that hovered over her nether regions sobered her. Memories of the day's events came rushing back. Her mother, her father, Yamcha, Krillen, Goku, and Piccolo were all dead. The alien Vegeta had killed them and had used some kind of device to eradicate the world's population, but somehow, Bulma had survived. Now she was on her way to Kame knew where with the brute.
Her hands instinctively clenched fistfuls of the regal looking locks and tightened.
"No," she cried, and pulled on his hair.
He raised his head and looked up at her. His eyes were dark, animalistic.
Bulma was afraid that she could not reach him. Her heart pounded so loud in her chest that she imagined she could hear it echoing throughout the room.
What could she do to discourage him? His intentions were clear.
She saw his tail swishing around impatiently. She knew what that furry appendage could do. The thought made her shiver.
Would she have to fight him? He was too strong for her.
"If you do this, I will fight you!" she told him.
The smirk that he gave her made her hold her breath. The expression could mean nothing good.
"Oh, is that a promise?" he asked, and wrenched her hands free of his hair.
"Please, Vegeta. Don't do this," her voice broke as raw emotion filled her. Her eyes glistened with tears.
The Saiyan saw her weakness and frowned. Why did she have to ruin their joining with her stupid sensibilities? He would have rather killed the simpering wench than have her delay his pleasure.
"Why should I listen to you, slave? I am a prince. I do what I wish when I wish!" he argued.
She hiccupped and a new string of sobs assailed her. Vegeta recoiled in disgust. Bulma turned her head away and cried openly.
"Foolish woman," Vegeta said and left the room.
Bulma curled up on the bed and flinched as the new bite mark on her thigh ached. The prince was a bloodthirsty beast. But he wasn't impervious to her tears. How could a crying human thwart a ruthless Saiyan prince? It made no sense.
Would she have to keep bursting into tears every time that he tried to touch her?
She had to devise some other means of distracting him from her. Another sexual charge from him would render her powerless, and she could not let that happen, not again.
*****
Vegeta burned with the urge to blast something. Being spurned by an inconsequential female was enough to raise his ire. Were they on Vegetasia, she would be beaten for her impertinence. How dare she resort to tears when he was prepared to have some fun with her? Honestly, he could not have gotten away from her any faster. He truly regretted taking her with him.
Vegeta approached the ship's control panel and set a course for Cronas. He had a few things to see to there. A half-breed Saiyan by the name of Khale ruled the miniscule planet. The half-breed had not yet sworn his allegiance to King Vegeta and the Saiyan prince himself had been sent to see where Khale's loyalties lay. It was bad enough that the male was half of a bastard race. What potential Vegeta's father saw in Khale was beyond the prince's imagination. He would just as soon destroy the blasted half-breed and leave Cronas open to repopulation by the Saiyans.
Earth would undergo the same process as well. The Saiyans had outgrown their home planet. The offspring of both wives and concubines throughout the years had doubled in numbers. Food and living quarters were growing sparse. The only solution was to conquer several planets for their own volition.
It was too bad that others had to die for that cause, he thought with a grin.
He did relish a good fight, but science had won over brute strength. The disrupting device that the royal scientists had concocted had worked well to displace the matter of the humans, literally winking them out of existence. However, there had been one miscalculation.
Vegeta still did not know how the girl had escaped the effects of the disrupting device. It was as if she had been immune to the machine. It was preposterous, in Vegeta's estimation. There had been a glitch, as simple as that. Yet, the way that the girl had appeared shortly after, having no signs of side effects, puzzled him. In fact, he had meant to ask her about it, but his thoughts had been knocked off track.
"She is a scientist. Of course. She must have done something to protect herself from the rays of the device."
What ever she had done, Vegeta could not allow it to be revealed. It posed a threat to his people. He would simply have to ask her what she had done, and wipe the memory from her mind afterwards. Maybe he would replace the lost information with a subliminal memory of utter compliance.
Yes, he thought, a willing slave sounds perfect. She will obey me, and only me.
The notion sent a frisson of heat through his veins. Why the little human would be the one to stir him so was beyond his comprehension. He had had other exotic females who were more beautiful than the blue haired girl was. They had certainly been less willful. However, this girl, this Earthling, made him mad with need. He could not explain why it was so with her. It troubled him to know that she had such power over him, even if it was a mere sliver of it.
The foolish thing.
Vegeta turned on the surveillance screen. He tapped the control button until he found his quarters, and settled back to watch the Earthling. She was searching his room. She looked under the bed. She searched the closet and for a moment was fascinated by the stretchy fabric of his spare suits. She studied them for some time and pulled out a royal blue body suit sans armor. She removed her scant clothing and donned the body suit, to Vegeta's surprise.
She was wearing his clothing. She was wearing his color. Did she realize the implication of what she had done?
The garment clung to her curves. Every flat plane and round muscle of flesh was defined. Her ample breasts and their small caps of nipples and areolas were noticeable. Vegeta's ardor raged out of control. The woman had triumphed over him once again with her feminine wiles.
He clenched his teeth in disgust.
What was she doing now?
She was removing something from the climate control panel. She shrieked as sparks shot out of the tangle of wires.
Damn woman, you will get yourself killed!
She proceeded to disturb the mess of wires until she had extracted what looked like a chip of some sort. She hid it within the neckline of her body suit.
What was she up to?
*****
Bulma tugged on the skin-fitting suit for the tenth time to make sure that it was still on her. It was so light that she could barely feel it. She felt naked and vulnerable wearing a garment of his. Thinking about the Saiyan's hard flesh encased in the soft, pliable material made her shiver.
Surely in disgust, she thought angrily.
It still hurt to think of all that she had lost because of the spiky haired villain. Her eyes burned as more of her tears, tears that she had sworn not to shed, blurred her vision.
No, no more crying, she scolded herself. It's not over. You can still wish them back. You know this!
Still, the thought of being alone without the others to protect her made her want to curl up into a ball and just die.
A whimper escaped her throat. Bulma pretended not to have heard it. Instead, she focused on scavenging parts from the gutted control panel that she had found within the wall.
You are the smartest woman on Earth! You can't let him do this!
"Yes," she said aloud. "He's just a Saiyan. What does he know?" He couldn't be very smart, if Goku was any indication.
"Kame, Goku, I miss you," her voice broke as a lump of emotion lodged in her throat.
She continued to search for more parts. When her pile of stolen equipment had gotten too large to hide within the spandex like suit, she shoved some of the larger pieces beneath the prince's bed.
She sat down on the cold metal floor and began working on the parts. The chain that extended from the wide metal band around her neck was getting in her way. She contemplated on whether she should remove the annoyingly heavy thing, but decided against it. Why risk the Saiyan's wrath? It was bad enough that she had completely ruined his advanced air conditioning unit. Something that she was starting to regret since the room was already getting a little too warm.
Maybe he won't notice.
Why was he staring at her? Wasn't he tired? Didn't he have other things to do? For Kames' sake, why wasn't he sweating? The room was like a sauna! Bulma frowned at the Saiyan. He was deliberately making things hard for her, the bastard. She was sweating like a pig-a naked pig-and it was damn embarrassing. She was so upset with him that she heard herself ask, "Aren't you just a little bit tired?"
"No," he answered.
"W-Why aren't you sweating?"
"You're the scientist," he replied. "You figure it out."
"Humph!"
She stared at the beads of sweat on her legs.
Kame, I'm thirsty.
She was hungry as well, and a cool bath would have done wonders for her.
All of a sudden, the Saiyan stood up and left the room. Bulma was taken aback by his abrupt actions. She was tempted to turn off the shielding device. Fear of his absence being some sort of ruse made her leave the device alone. She was glad with her decision when the prince reentered the room a few minutes later. He was holding a small metallic container in his hand. He sat down and placed the container before him. Bulma strained her neck to see what was in the metal object.
Vegeta picked up the container and drank from it. Bulma watched his throat work as he swallowed. She licked her lips. He looked at her over the rim of the container. He put down his cup and stared at her. She in turn stared at the cup.
"The water can be yours," he told her. "All you have to do is come and get it."
"Do you think that I'm stupid?"
Her outburst surprised him. For such a small woman she certainly had a big mouth. Vegeta didn't like the way that she had responded to him. In an act of vengeance, he kicked at the cup, spilling its contents.
Bulma watched as the water formed a puddle on the floor.
"Damn it," she muttered. What just happened? Don't I have the upper hand here? Sure I do, she tried convincing herself.
She wiped her wilting bangs out of her eyes. Vegeta absorbed her every movement.
"Inu," she said in her native tongue. "Baka," she continued, feeling some sense of control from knowing that he could not understand her. "Bakayarou-"
"Yamero!" Bulma was startled by the Saiyan prince's harsh, angry voice.
He knew her language!
"Surprised?" he asked. "Every Saiyan noble is equipped with a translation device."
Implanted in their bodies, most likely, she mused.
Was there anything about him that didn't tick her off? Sure, he was good looking, wickedly good looking, but he was evil and it wasn't as if she cared about him. In fact, she hated his guts. She wished that he were dead.
A sob escaped her throat. Kame, she felt like she was falling apart.
"You bastard…"
"Hai, you hate me, don't you? You want to make me suffer for what I did to your pathetic people," he taunted. "Well, there is nothing that you can do about it, woman!"
Bulma couldn't take it any longer. "Listen up, you asshole! If it takes me the rest of my life to do it, I'll make you pay for what you did, and with your life!"
He threw his head back and laughed.
"Just what is so damn funny?"
"Baka mitai! You, kill me? Impossible!"
"STOP LAUGHING!" she shouted.
"You are a foolish woman. When will you realize who you are up against? I am prince Vegeta. You are a mere slave, a weakling, and nothing more than a powerless female. Face it, woman, you don't have the power to defeat me," he smirked.
He was right, she admitted to herself. Soon, she would be at the villain's mercy.
Bulma curled up on the floor, facing him. She didn't trust him enough to turn her back on him.
"Soon, onna," he muttered. "I will have you soon."
Bulma watched him as long as she could, but the heat of the room had made her drowsy. She succumbed to sleep, the Saiyan's words ringing in her ears.
*****
He was tired of waiting. Saiyans were not known for their patience. He'd had no idea that the woman's little gadget would have lasted this long. He had underestimated her.
"Yamcha…"the woman whispered in her sleep.
Vegeta perked up as he heard the small trace of affection in her voice. Just who was this Yamcha, and what had he done to win her loyalty?
"Oh, Yamcha…"
Who ever this Yamcha was, Vegeta hoped that he was rotting in the next dimension.
A drop of perspiration glistened on the woman's cheek. Vegeta recalled her curiosity with his lack of sweat. He supposed that he should have told her that Saiyan's could adapt to extremely hot temperatures. However, if he had done that, he would have missed her rather amusing reaction.
What a fun pet she would make.
"Yamcha…" She rolled over.
Her foot happened to shift out of the protection of the red light. Vegeta made no hesitation to move over to the small, delicate looking appendage. He touched the sole of her foot, and nothing happened. He growled in triumph.
Fueled by his hunger for retribution, Vegeta grabbed the sleeping woman by her ankle and pulled her towards him. The hand that held the device opened and the gadget fell to the floor. The light disappeared in an instant. Vegeta, using his right hand, removed his clothing.
He pushed apart the woman's shapely legs and pulled her until her legs were straddling his thighs. She was still on her back, asleep and innocent. The sight of her spread out before him looking all vulnerable and lovely, made him ache with need. He had never been so frustrated in all of his life.
He swore as he realized that his hands were shaking. The weakness baffled him. It was she. She was doing this to him. The reality of her effect on him bridled his thoughts. He was a Saiyan, and Saiyan's did not become enamored with their slaves.
Of course not! She is beneath me! He smirked at the double entendre.
He simply could not wait a moment longer. He stared his hardened cock towards her tiny entrance and pushed into her. The woman made a small sound of discomfort, but remained in precious slumber. Vegeta did not hesitate to press on. He continued filling her with his thick organ. The feel of her soft walls parting for him made him groan. She was so soft, and tight. The natural fragrances that wafted from her body made his nostrils flare with desire.
Just one kiss, he promised himself. One kiss would sate the incredible urge that he had to taste her sweet mouth.
He ravaged her mouth. Suckled on her soft tongue and groaned when her insides constricted around his plunging staff. Her body was already waking up in the throes of desire. Vegeta studied her softened features and thrust harder as her bright blue eyes opened. The vivid, sapphire pools were filled with lust and uncertainty. Vegeta could see that she possessed a passion as intense as his own.
He moved deep within her. She cried out. He repeated his punishing strokes and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her actions indeed proved one thing to him, and that was that she enjoyed his ardor. She reveled in it. No matter what she thought or said about him, the proof was in her actions. She was a female who took pleasure in giving and receiving it.
Vegeta was shocked, but pleased, nonetheless. This changed things completely. He would not kill her as he had previously thought he would do after he had had his way with her. She would resume the role of his slave. Perhaps, she would become his top concubine once they arrived on Vegetasia.
"Hai," she whispered sensually and moved about her hips, matching his every stroke.
Vegeta nearly spilled his seed right then and there. The woman arched her back and the prince snared one of her pink nipples into his ravenous mouth. She sucked in her breath and raked her nails over his powerful arms. Her touch spurred him on. Everything became too great for him. Her scent, her taste, her touch, her cries, the feel of her, all of it was excitement overload. A terrifying roar escaped his lips. It was so deafening that it echoed throughout the ship. The woman was startled by the primal cry, and shuddered as the prince became rougher.
His hot flesh rubbed against her swollen pleasure nub. She shrieked as the first strains of her orgasm hit her. She arched her back once again and screamed as the prince's sharp teeth imbedded into her breast.
"Matte yo," she pleaded breathlessly. Her hands pulled on his spiky hair.
His teeth and organ continued to tear into her body. He tasted her blood in his mouth. He sucked on the warm liquid and the flesh around the wound, leaving a tell tale mark. The woman tried to protest, but her body was already succumbing to the peak of climax. Vegeta held her convulsing frame and persisted in feeding on her life source.
"Iie…damare," she begged.
Vegeta finally realized what he was doing and withdrew his fangs from her breast.
What have I done?
He had almost performed the Saiyan mating ritual on this inferior woman. What had possessed him to bite her? She was a slave for crying out loud!
He looked down at her. Damn her eyes. She was still as hungry for him as he was for her. She lifted her hips and moaned as he slid deep into her womb.
"So big…" she whispered huskily.
Her blunt words made him eager to reach completion. He increased his thrusts and drove her to the brink of another bone shattering orgasm. Her cries drove him to release and he spilled his royal seed into her clasping, quivering sheath. He collapsed against her in exhaustion. He unwound his tail and wrapped it about one of her legs, keeping the limb secured around his waist.
"Mine," he said possessively and fell asleep still within her.
He did not realize that the slave was crying. Nor did he realize the true implications of his harmless looking bite…
*****
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