Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Taking of Bulma ❯ The Vampire Saiyan ( Chapter 2 )

The Vampire Saiyan by Kaialicious

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or the DBZ characters. Akira Toriyama owns all rights to DragonBall Z and its characters. I in no way make a profit from DragonBall Z and its merchandise.

Warning: This story contains some LEMON, and obscene language. This story is NOT intended for under aged readers.

Author's Note: This is the sequel to The Taking of Bulma. I would like to thank everyone who read the first installment and liked it. It is because of the threats -I mean the urging of you stalwart readers that I got the inspiration to continue Bulma and Vegeta's somewhat complicated relationship. This story is for you.

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-

*Hai-Yes

*Iie-No

*Onna- Woman

*****

A high-pitched signal had wakened him. Vegeta pulled himself free from the sleeping woman and retrieved his clothing. He left his quarters and went to the control room. The signal was an automatic alert. It meant that the ship was within Cronas' atmosphere. Vegeta turned off the annoying beacon and took over the controls. The green, temperate planet came into view. Vegeta pushed a few switches and logged in coordinates for a landing site. The ship shook as it lowered in altitude. Vegeta braced himself as the vessel landed roughly amid a clearing some distance away from Cronas' main metropolis. The craft slid to a stop and Vegeta checked all systems to make certain that nothing was seriously damaged. During his analysis, he turned on the surveillance screen to see how his slave had handled the bumpy ride. She was not in the room. Vegeta had forgotten to lock her in. He continued to press the control button until he had found her.

She was in his personal bathroom, taking a bath. At least she had been taking a bath. She was now clinging to the side of the bathing pool for dear life. It turned out that Vegeta's landing had been less than smooth after all. He smiled in amusement.

He turned on a communication link to the room and told her, "We have landed."

She grumbled something incoherent.

Vegeta did not like the sound of it. "Hurry up and get dressed. We will be receiving company soon."

When she realized that he could see her, she tried to cover her endowments with her hands. Vegeta laughed at her attempt and said, "It is a bit late for that, don't you think?"

The woman thrust her middle finger into the air. Vegeta did not know what the gesture meant, but he knew that it had to be some form of an insult. He made a mental note to punish her later for her slight.

"Hurry up or I will drag you from that room myself," he threatened.

Her face reddened. Vegeta smirked at her sudden shyness. After everything that they had done together, the woman still acted like she was an innocent.

"Don't think that I won't do it," he warned. "As far as I'm concerned, you still owe me another turn."

His words made her rush from the bathing pool. Vegeta was treated with a glimpse of her shapely buttocks. He considered postponing his arrival into the city, but his sensors indicated that an entourage was already on its way.

He turned off the surveillance camera and left the control room. Whether the Earth woman was ready or not, she was in for a surprise, because he was going to make use of his bathing pool.

*****

Oh, Kame, did he actually mean what he said?

Bulma was breaking speed records by drying her skin and hair with her towel. She was about to give her hair one last rub when the arrogant Saiyan entered the bath.

His smoldering eyes hungrily took her in. She yelped and quickly wrapped the towel around her. The Saiyan ignored her cry and started to undress himself.

"W-What are you doing?" she stuttered.

"What does it look like I am doing? I am going to take a bath."

"Here?" she asked dumbfounded.

"Of course here," he said, and shrugged out of his suit and armor.

Bulma found herself staring at his chest. It was an impressive chest, even though it was covered with scars. Bulma wondered how he had gotten the marks.

As if sensing her thoughts, the Saiyan covered one of the vicious looking scars with a strong, lean hand and said, "I acquired them as a child. Training can be rather vigorous for Saiyans."

She was flabbergasted. What kind of people would allow their children to undergo such training? She wondered if the training that he had endured in his childhood had anything to do with his harsh personality. It would explain many things about him.

She sat down at the edge of the bathing pool and boldly watched him bathe.

He showed no shame in his nudity. He washed his rippling physique as if she was not even there.

When he stepped out of the pool, the water sluiced down his body in rivulets. Bulma held her breath and almost lost hold of the towel wrapped around her. Kame, the prince was magnificent. Surely, he knew this. Why else would he stand there looking all arrogant and pleased with himself? He was taunting her, teasing her with his body.

Bastard!

He flared up his ki. The intense energy had him completely dry in a matter of seconds. He ran a hand through his spiky dark hair. Bulma was tempted to touch the unruly, thick mass. He caught her watching him. He strode over to her and tugged the towel free from her fingers. She gasped and tried to cover herself futilely with her hands. Vegeta stopped her.

"Never hide your self from me," he told her.

She bit her lip. His gaze dropped to her mouth. Bulma thought that he was going to kiss her. Imagine her surprise when he shoved her towards the door and told her harshly, "Now get dressed."

Bulma held back a few expletives. She wished that he would make up his mind. Either he wanted her naked or he did not.

She stopped in front of his room and watched as he entered and donned his blue suit and armor. This armor was different because there was a strange looking emblem on it, on the left side of his chest. Before she could ask him about the emblem's significance, he threw one of his blue suits at her. She frowned at him, but quickly pulled on the uniform. She was doubly surprised when he handed her armor, boots, and gloves as well.

She supposed that she looked like one of his people, if Saiyans came with her hair coloring and sleek build.

Vegeta cast a look of approval at her. At least she thought that it was a look of approval. It could have been a look of loathing. With the way he acted, one could not tell the difference.

He took her chain in his hand and pulled her along behind of him.

Like a dog on a leash, she thought.

When they were standing before the main entrance of the ship, Vegeta halted and told her, "This world is very dangerous. I have important things to attend to and therefore I have no time to ensure your welfare. So do yourself a favor and listen carefully. You will stay at my side at all times unless I tell you differently. Do not speak to anyone unless I tell you to and do not go off anywhere by yourself. Most importantly, do not even think that you can pull one of your little vanishing tricks on this planet because I will find you."

Bulma rolled her eyes. He had confiscated her Capsule case. It was not as if she could run very far from him without vehicular assistance. Besides, she had no current plans to run. If what he said about this planet was true, then she was better off being under his protection than being some creature's appetizer.

"Is that clear?" he was prodding her.

She nodded.

He turned towards her with an expectant look.

"Oh, um, yes my prince."

Satisfied with her response, he opened up the main door. It slid open with a pneumatic hiss.

Bulma stared in surprise at the group of aliens that awaited them outside. They were all dressed in vibrant red uniforms similar to Vegeta's suit, but without the armor. Instead, they wore over it what looked like thick, brownish red reptilian plating. Their boots, arm guards and gloves were made of the same material. One member of the group wore a blue Saiyan suit, complete with white armor, and a flowing red cape. This individual caught Bulma's eye, not only because he was dressed differently, but also because his hair color stood out among the others. His hair was long, a bit spiky at the front, and was a brilliant fire red.

He stood in front of the group. When he saw Vegeta emerge from the ship, he knelt down on one knee, bowed his head, and said, "Welcome to Cronas, prince Vegeta."

"Khale," Vegeta acknowledged him gruffly.

The red haired alien stood and Bulma got a full view of his face. Bulma's cheeks grew warm. He was rather handsome, this Khale. He had soft brown eyes, and from the looks of his broad shoulders and the bulges that protruded from his blue suit, he had an excellent body.

Bulma sighed audibly. Her small sound drew Khale's attention.

"Prince Vegeta, I did not know that you were bringing along company."

"Yes, well it was a last minute decision. She is my slave," he announced, "so there is no need to concern your self."

"Yes, prince Vegeta, but she is a royal slave. Isn't it customary to properly welcome a royal slave?" Khale asked.

Bulma noticed that a muscle in Vegeta's jaw twitched. She predicted that he was angry at Khale's question.

"You have not been to Vegetasia for quite some time now, so you are not aware that such customs are no longer practiced there. I will forgive you for your slight, because you do not know any better."

Bulma thought that she saw Khale smile at Vegeta's harsh remark. "Yes, thank you, my prince."

Vegeta grunted in approval and walked down the walkway towing Bulma behind of him.

Bulma's face turned bright red with embarrassment as she realized that Khale was still watching her. She bit her lip nervously as Vegeta stopped before him. She noticed that Khale was quite taller than the Saiyan prince was. He stood a good deal taller than she did as well. Bulma wondered if that bothered the prince.

Khale escorted them to one of the several hover vehicles that were parked nearby. Vegeta and Bulma were seated and were given their very own driver. Khale sat in the vehicle in front of theirs.

As the hover vehicles started up silently and began moving away from Vegeta's ship, Bulma used the time to study the interesting alien technology. Vegeta noticed her perusal and darted a warning glance at her. After she had satisfied her brief lived curiosity, she focused her attention on the vehicle ahead of them and its red headed passenger.

She wanted to question Vegeta about Khale, but knew that she would get no forth-coming information from him.

Why do you want to know anything about him, he would say, you are my slave not his.

She sighed and began fidgeting with the golden collar around her neck.

"Be still," Vegeta snapped.

"I can't, its chaffing me."

"It will do more than that if you don't keep still!"

Bulma sighed and thought about Yamcha. She wondered if he was happy in the other dimension. She received some small comfort in knowing that Puar was with him. He was not alone. Goku and the others were with him as well. It took great restraint for her to hold back the tears that burned her eyes. She had loved Yamcha. She really had, despite the fact that they had broken up their relationship just a week before he had passed on.

He had been a great lover.

She tried to concentrate on the passing scenery to take her mind off her lost love. On the horizon, she could see white turrets stretching up high into the sky. It was Khale's city. As their caravan approached it, Bulma felt apprehensive. The streets were lined with people awaiting the Saiyan prince's arrival. With the collar around her neck, they would see that she was his slave. Bulma paled. She lowered her head, letting her hair shield her face from view.

The crowd of people was raucous as Vegeta's vehicle drove past them. They yelled out foreign phrases and jovial salutations in honor of him. The Saiyan prince smirked at their show of devotion.

Bulma heard a ripple of whispers as the crowd saw her. Soon, everyone had taken notice of the mysterious passenger beside the prince. Bulma could feel the hair at the back of her neck rising. She had become the hottest topic in Cronas since prince Vegeta's advent. She could hear children running along side the transport, hoping to get a good look at her. One of the little hellions tugged hard on a lock of her hair.

"Ouch!" Bulma cried and looked at the little monster. The boy was dancing up and down with a few strands of her precious mane. "Why that little-!" Vegeta's laugh interrupted her tirade.

"It's not funny. That hurt," she argued.

"Well you'll just have to bare it. These people have never seen anyone with blue hair before. It intrigues them."

"Well their intrigue hurts." She turned an angry glare at another child who tried to snatch at her tresses. When another hand shot out at her, she slapped it away. Vegeta found this to be hilarious. His laughter drew Khale's attention. Khale saw what was going on and shouted some orders into the crowd. The crowd backed up. For the remainder of the trip Bulma suffered no further loss of hair. Khale's thoughtfulness towards her plight doubled her interest in him. He was like a knight in Saiyan armor.

Out of the corner of his eye, Vegeta observed the human's reaction to the half-breed. He knew that the woman was thinking that the hybrid could be her only escape from him. She was a fool to think that Khale could help her. Khale was nowhere as powerful as Vegeta. His mother, Lleyla, had been born a Solgarian, a race of vampire creatures that had been exterminated by the mighty Frieza and his cohorts. Khale's mother had been taken as a slave by a Saiyan named Praug before Frieza had destroyed the planet. When Praug died during a mission for Frieza, Lleyla was granted her freedom. She left Vegetasia for Cronas, and there, she gave birth to Khale. Lleyla later married Grad, the king of Cronas. Grad had no heirs, and instead, made Khale the prince of Cronas.

Even though the hybrid made no use of his royal title, the people of Cronas still hailed him as their prince.

Such loyalty boded ill for the Saiyans. Should Khale decide to overthrow Frieza and his men with an army of Cronasians, Frieza would think that king Vegeta had something to do with it and would punish them all.

Khale could not be that stupid, could he? Vegeta's father had worked so hard to keep king Cold and Frieza pleased with the Saiyans as their allies. Khale would not ruin his efforts. He would not be so foolish.

His slave on the other hand, was a problem all on her own. He would have to see to disciplining her once they were alone.

He demanded her loyalty, and one way or another; he was going to get it.

*****

The palace was beautiful.

Tall white turrets dominated much of the sky. The structures were graced with large, round, red colored glass windows. As the hover vehicles arrived at the gates, Bulma once again fidgeted with her collar. She was nervous at the prospect of staying in such a place with someone like Khale as its owner.

It occurred to her that Khale might be a prince as well. His people certainly treated him like one.

The gates were opened to them and Bulma held her breath as they entered the outer walls of the palace. It was incredible. Fountains graced the spacious area. Vines of flowers clung to them and dominated every window and ledge. Colorful bird like creatures flew from tree to tree looking like colorful streaks across the sky.

Bulma realized that her mouth was open, and snapped it shut. She spared a glance at the Saiyan prince and blushed when she saw that he had been watching her.

How embarrassing, she thought.

The hover vehicles stopped before a large entranceway and everyone got out of the vehicles. Vegeta and Bulma were led by Khale through the entranceway and down a long, red-carpeted hall. The hall was adorned with strange alien symbols, none of which was familiar to Bulma. Vegeta seemed to find little interest in them. That meant that either they were commonplace or he just did not care about them.

They fascinated Bulma. She almost stumbled over her feet trying to get in everything all at once. Vegeta tightened his hold on her chain, keeping her from falling. He gave her a warning glare. She pretended not to have seen it.

"Prince Vegeta, I believe that you would like to relax before the evening meal," Khale said. "My servant will show you to your quarters." He bowed to Vegeta and took his leave.

Vegeta followed the appointed servant, pulling Bulma along behind him up a flight of stairs.

They were taken to a lavishly adorned room, complete with bathing pool and a large bed set upon a dais. The bed was covered in red silks and pillows. Bulma quickly averted her gaze from the bed. Vegeta released his hold on her chain and she explored the rest of the room.

A bowl of fruit adorned a small marble table beside the bed. She picked one that resembled a grape and covered her lips as the plump fruit filled her mouth with its juices. It was very tasty and strangely sensual. She distanced herself from the table and continued her exploration.

She found a chest filled with silken red robes. They were accented with gold symbols. She recognized some of them as the symbols from the hall. She ran a finger over the intricate patterns and contemplated changing into one of the robes, but disregarded the idea when she saw him out of the corner of her eye.

She shut the chest and wandered on to the balcony. The view of the city was remarkable. From her altitude, Bulma could see that the city was built in the form of a circle. The layout of the city allowed the palace to be protected, since the palace was at the heart of it.

She looked over the balcony rail. The ground below was covered with manicured vegetation. Bulma saw several servants tending them.

"Be careful." Vegeta's warning startled her. She pushed herself away from the rail and gasped as she backed up against him.

His arms came around her. Bulma stiffened.

"It would be easy to take you against this rail," he told her.

Bulma reddened. "It would also be easy for me to jump to my death."

Vegeta laughed at her threat, and tightened his embrace. "You wouldn't dare."

"Do you want to try me?"

Her answer infuriated him. He lifted her and brought her inside. He threw her on the bed and told her, "You will cease all thoughts that you have of committing suicide! I will not allow it!"

"What are you going to do, kill me if I don't?" she taunted.

Vegeta growled and uncoiled his tail from around his waist. He swished it around behind him, looking agitated, and fierce. "I will find some other means of punishment."

Bulma heard the underlying meaning. "You mean you'd beat me?"

The Saiyan raised an eyebrow and asked her, "Is that what you fear then?"

She turned pale.

Vegeta laughed and said, "Very well, from now on should you displease me, you will be beaten."

"You're a monster!"

"I've been called worse, slave." He told her and began to remove his armor.

Her breath hitched. "W-What are you doing?"

"After all that has passed between us, I shouldn't have to explain what I'm doing."

"Iie!" She clutched a pillow to her chest.

Despite her trepidation, it was rather hard not to watch him undress. She had seen his remarkable body before. The thing that troubled her the most was the fact that she wanted to see it again. This she could not allow. He was her enemy. He had killed her family and friends. He was evil itself.

With those thoughts, she managed to get herself into a fine state of fury. By the time that Vegeta was naked, she could think of nothing else but scratching the arrogant smirk from his face.

The bed dipped as Vegeta climbed on top of it. Bulma shivered. The Saiyan reached for her ankle. Bulma recoiled and kicked out at him. Vegeta subdued her foot and grabbed the other one as a precaution.

"So you want to fight, onna?"

His words made her stiffen.

"I didn't think that you would be so stupid as to provoke my temper. I should punish you right now."

She did not wait for him to do it. She sat up, sank her teeth into his shoulder, and did not let go until she tasted his blood in her mouth. Surprised by her assault, he released her and stared numbly at the flow of it. "You fool," he said.

She did not hear him. She was too busy trying to flee the room to pay any attention to him. She swore when she found that the door was locked. Vegeta stalked from the bed and pulled her to him, restraining her with one arm.

"Open your mouth for me, onna," he ordered.

"No! Let go of me!"

"Did you swallow my blood?"

She refused to answer him.

Vegeta growled in anger and lifted her. She yelped at the way that he manhandled her. "You're hurting me!"

"Good!" he returned her to the bed, using his body to pin her down.

"Vegeta," she squirmed beneath him, "get off me!"

"You know better than that, slave." He kissed her, and instantly tasted his blood in her mouth.

Panic consumed him. She had to have swallowed some of it.

"Vegeta!" she bit him again, this time on his lip, and writhed half of her body from under him. She clawed at the sheets, screamed when Vegeta pressed his full weight into her.

Vegeta tore a strip of fabric from the sheet and shoved it into the human's mouth tying the ends behind her head. He pulled her back in place beneath him and began to undress her.

"Do you know what you've done?"

She stared up at him, her eyes brimming with hate.

"Of course you don't. You are not Saiyan. Why should you care?" the armor was thrown on the floor. "That's right. It should not matter. You are only a slave."

He took pleasure in slowly pulling the leotard from her body.

"I am probably worrying over nothing."

Yes. There was no cause for worry. It was not as if they were engrossed in a ceremonial pleasure hunt. Besides, Vegeta hated the human and she in turn hated him.

She meant nothing to him -nothing. She had angered him with her obvious fascination with Khale. He had wanted to tear the half-breed apart limb from limb. It did not mean that he was jealous. It could not because Vegeta felt nothing for her, nothing but lust.

He kissed her gagged mouth and laughed when she glared at him. "What can you do now? I have you at my mercy."

His words made her go still. She relaxed beneath him and even caressed his forearms.

Vegeta was puzzled by her sudden actions. Why had she become so docile?

His answer came when the woman slid her fingers up his right arm and dug them into the wound that she had given him. Vegeta cried out in pain and wrenched the woman's hand from him.

Her eyes were filled with triumph, which fueled Vegeta's anger.

The prince found a bite mark that he had put on her neck and bit into it, reopening the wound. Her cry was no longer muffled by the gag, for she had worked the gag free from her mouth.

Vegeta was driven by rage. He did not care if he was hurting her, or even if he was complicating things by making them worse. He wanted her to pay for her willfulness.

"Vegeta, I don't want to do this!"

"As if you have a choice," he told her.

"B-But you're bleeding."

"Yes and I'm sure that you are very proud of your handiwork!"

"Let me mend you," she insisted.

"Another game," he surmised.

"No, its not. For Kame's sake, Vegeta, you're bleeding all over me."

She was right. Even the silken sheets were being stained. Vegeta eased himself off her and sat on the edge of the bed. The woman surprised him by examining his wound.

"You're not as invincible as I thought you were."

"What's that?"

"Nothing." She tore a strip of fabric from the sheet. "You shouldn't have come on to me so aggressively."

"I wasn't coming on to you! I was trying to teach you a lesson!"

"By hurting me? Some lesson," she tied the makeshift bandage around his arm.

"I warned you that you're impertinence would be dealt with severely."

She sighed and folded her hands in her lap. "How long do you intend to keep me?"

Her question caught him off his guard.

"I mean, when you're tired of me, are you going to…kill me?"

There is a thought.

"As much as I would like to be rid of you, your talents will be of use to my people. We collect scientists," he grinned wickedly.

Bulma paled.

"However, your attack on me has cost you plenty."

"What?"

"You would have been dead by now," he told her. "On Vegetasia, those who attack the royal family are put to death immediately."

"N-No kidding," she moved away from him, hugging her knees to her chest. Vegeta thought that she looked delectably innocent. He wanted her.

The sudden scent of spice invaded his nostrils.

No, that can't be right.

It was permeating the air. A Saiyan's musk only became that potent when he was in the process of mating. Vegeta had not taken a mate and had not gone through the mating ritual. It puzzled him, the sudden change in his body's behavior.

He looked at the bloodstains on the sheets and froze.

"You swallowed my blood."

"I didn't mean to, Vegeta -" she quickly covered her mouth as she realized her slip.

Vegeta ignored her mistake and clutched his head in his hands.

What have I done?

"Are you all right?" she crept closer to him.

She is not even of my race!

"You look a little green."

I have ruined my future!

"Maybe you should lie down."

No, no, it was still salvageable! No one had to know what had happened between him and her. Damn it, she was his slave! How could he have been so careless?

Khale would know.

"Fuck!"

His outburst made her shriek.

"You stupid bitch!" he yelled at her. "Do you know what you've done?"

Fire returned to her eyes. "My name is Bulma!"

"You're a pain in the ass is what you are!"

Her lower lip trembled.

Vegeta turned away from her in disgust. "Is that all you do, cry? You'll never stand a chance among the Saiyans if you cannot hold your tears."

"Saiyans don't cry?"

"No, they don't," he said gruffly. "It is a sign of weakness."

"Well I'm not a Saiyan!"

Vegeta ignored her and picked a fruit from the bowl on the bedside table. He knew the fruit well and was prepared for its ripeness. However, the burst of nectar in his mouth, coupled with his body's awakening gave him the most interesting idea.

He popped one of the fruits into his mouth and kissed her. The sudden rush of juices in her mouth combined with his spicy scent and his action made her stiffen in surprise. She eagerly darted her tongue into his mouth to seek out more of the tantalizing flavors. It was as if nothing bad had passed between them. They clawed at each other demanding more. In the end, it was Vegeta who abruptly pulled away saying that he wanted to rest and that she should do the same. Nevertheless, he did not sleep. He could not, not when he could hear her heart beating as strong as his. He also noticed, with much distress that her heartbeat was in tune with his own.

*****

Bulma was reaching for a fruit when her hand accidentally touched his. She pulled back her hand and shyly lowered her gaze. It would not go well for her if Vegeta caught her talking with him. Earlier, he had released her from the leash and collar, surprising her at his deed. She reasoned that he must have been feeling generous after his little nap. She didn't want him to regret his decision. Still, she could not help but introduce herself to the handsome red head. "I'm Bulma."

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Bulma. I am Khale." He bowed his head to her.

Oh, Kame! Bulma turned bright red. He's talking to me!

She darted a glance at Vegeta. The Saiyan prince was concentrating on his food. Bulma knew better than to think that he wasn't paying attention to her and Khale's every word. Still, she did her best to discourage the red headed Saiyan. She kept her gaze lowered and began eating what was already on her plate. Khale was determined to speak with her.

"Where are you from?" he asked.

He is persistent, isn't he?

"Earth," she answered.

"I've never heard of such a place," he admitted. "Are there others with blue hair such as yours?"

"P-Probably," she stuttered.

Geez, Bulma, you're acting like an idiot! She berated her self.

"Here," he told her and handed her the fruit that she had been reaching for. When she did not take it from him, he placed it on her plate.

"Thanks…Khale."

"My pleasure," his smile made her blush. She could see his fangs, but they in no way frightened her.

"Um, what's it called?" she asked him.

"Nuos," he told her. "It is native to Cronas. It has an intoxicating effect."

An aphrodisiac, she thought. That explains Vegeta's behavior.

"My servants have informed me that you found it to your liking. I have sent them to your room to replenish your supply."

Bulma attained another level of awkwardness. She could only imagine what he thought of her liking the fruit.

"You are enjoying your stay here?" he asked her.

"Yes," she politely answered. "Your palace is very beautiful."

"Ah, but it doesn't compare to my gardens. You should see it sometime. It is a wonder to behold."

Oh, how she wanted to see it, especially with him.

As their meal went on, Bulma continued to talk with the handsome red head, forgetting that she was overstepping her place. When she and Vegeta retired to their room, she found the prince to be very distant, but his aloofness had only lasted for a moment. As she had predicted, Vegeta had been highly upset with her for conversing with Khale. Finding their soiled bed sheets changed and the fruit bowl filled with more nuos berries did not lighten his temper either. He had grumbled irritably about putting her back on her leash. After disrobing, he had angrily glared at her and gone to sleep. Bulma paid no mind and climbed into bed, curling up against his rigid back for warmth.

*****

When she awakened, Vegeta was already gone. She touched her neck and let out a sigh of relief as she found that he had not put the collar back on her as he had threatened to do when they had returned to their room after dinner. Vegeta's flights of anger were of no concern to her now. She was thinking about what Khale had said about the gardens. She wanted to see them, and she really wanted to see him.

Smiling mischievously, she threw back the covers and hurried to take a bath.

*****

She was taking her walk in the splendidly exotic gardens when she came across Khale. Her face instantly warmed up at the sight of him.

She thought about him a great deal. In fact, her feelings for him were a little too obvious. If Vegeta sensed that, then she would be in big trouble. She could not afford to give the prince reason for suspicion. It was hard enough already giving in to the passion that he aroused in her each night. The shame that coursed through her after each time they had sex was unbearable. She wished that he would stop wanting her. Then, things would be easier between them.

Khale smiled as he saw her and bowed. Bulma smiled at him and said, "If Vegeta saw you doing that, he would throw a fit."

"He couldn't possibly be angry with me for showing a royal slave the respect she deserves."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. It is Saiyan custom. You represent the house of prince Vegeta in his absence," he explained. "Of course, I suppose that the custom is not acknowledged any more."

"You still practice the old ways," she noted.

"I find them far more pleasing than the more informal customs of my generation."

"What were you doing, getting some air?" she asked.

"No," he replied. "I was visiting the seeing pond."

Bulma cocked her head in puzzlement. "The seeing pond," she repeated. "It sounds mysterious."

"It is. Come," he held out a hand to her. Bulma hesitated. She did not think that Vegeta would take kindly to another man touching her. Still, Vegeta was not here.

She went to Khale and placed her hand in his.

"There are a lot of mysterious things about Cronas that even its people are not aware of. For instance, the seeing pond." He inclined his head towards a shallow pool just several feet away from them. "The pond has been kept a secret in my stepfather's family for thousands of generations."

"Why is it kept a secret?"

"It would cause total chaos among the masses because of what it can do."

"What can it do?" Bulma asked him.

"I'll show you."

He knelt beside the pond and gently pulled Bulma down next to him. "Look into the water, and do not be alarmed by what you see."

Bulma did as he told her. She stared for a few minutes. When she realized that she could not see anything, she sighed and told him, "Maybe it's broken."

Khale's deep chuckle made a ripple of sensation dance up and down her spine.

"Well, I haven't said the magic words yet," he informed her.

"Oh." She turned bright red.

He stared at her face and licked his lips. It was an innocent reaction really for a vampire. He could literally smell the scent of her blood rushing to her cheeks. Bulma became aware of it and covered her cheeks with her hands.

"Sorry."

"No need to apologize." He glanced over the water and said, "Show me."

Bulma peered at the shimmering surface and gasped in disbelief at what she was seeing.

Pictures were forming on the water, life like pictures.

"This is unreal…," she muttered.

The image of both Khale and herself standing before a squat looking alien appeared. The little alien spoke wordlessly while Bulma and Khale held each other's hands and stared into each other's eyes. It looked as if they were getting married.

Bulma nibbled on her lip. What she was seeing was too much for her to comprehend. All at once, her scientific mind started theorizing why and how it was possible that the images were appearing. Nevertheless, the irrational Bulma, the excited female within her decided to ask him, "Is this our future?"

"The seeing pond only shows you what is possible, but it cannot predict the future," Khale explained.

Bulma sat back on her heels and looked at him. "So it's possible that we might get married."

Khale's beautiful mouth came closer to hers. "Yes."

Bulma licked her lips. "I wouldn't mind being Mrs. Khale."

"You have no idea how glad I am to hear that, Bulma."

Just as they were about to kiss, a servant cleared his throat and said, "My lord, king Vegeta has sent a missive. He requests that you contact him immediately."

Khale stood up abruptly and bowed to her. "We shall meet again, Bulma."

Bulma sighed as she watched him walk away. If only things were different. If only she did not have to seek revenge on Vegeta, she would have willingly married Khale, and without hesitation. She had too much at stake. There was the matter of finding a way to wish back the people of Earth, including her friends. She had no time for romance.

She dipped her fingers into the pond. Ripples briefly marred its surface. When the ripples had ebbed, Bulma noticed another image reflecting on its surface. She flinched as she realized that it was Vegeta.

"What are you doing, contemplating your death?" he asked sarcastically.

Bulma ignored his jab at her confidence and continued to stare at the "seeing pond."

"Show me," she found herself saying.

Another image appeared. It was Vegeta in all of his regal glory standing with his arms folded. He was dressed in a dark blue leotard and white Saiyan armor. He looked magnificent and virile.

A figure emerged beside him. At first, it was just a mere shadow. A shimmer of light brought the figure into full view. Bulma gasped as she stared down at herself in the water. She was holding a squirming bundle in her hand. A tiny little fist shot out from the bundle to capture a lock of Bulma's shiny blue hair.

The image was almost like a portrait. It seemed too real to be true.

Bulma remembered what Khale had told her.

The seeing pond only shows you what is possible, but it cannot predict the future.

Nevertheless, didn't Bulma see an image of she and Khale joined in wedded bliss?

"What sorcery is this?" she heard Vegeta say. She noticed that he had moved closer to get a better look at the water's shimmering surface. His eyes widened in surprise. The scowl on his face disappeared.

"It isn't sorcery," Bulma told him. "It is a probability."

The scowl returned.

"Humph! What a ridiculous concept! A daydreaming puddle!" he remarked harshly and turned on his heel.

"Here's a concept," she told him. "Let me stay here on Cronas."

Vegeta stopped in his tracks. She had gotten his attention. "It is not your place to tell me what I can or cannot do, woman! You are my slave, and you will follow me to the ends of the universe if I so wish it!" he snapped.

Bulma quickly got to her feet in anger and yelled, "You have no reason to keep me any longer! You said it yourself! You said that you don't need me, that you have no further use of my talents! Why don't you be a man and let me go, Vegeta?"

The handsome prince dropped his hands to his sides.

Here it comes, she thought.

"Baka," he began, and lapsed into a slew of foreign sounding words that made Bulma's ears tingle.

The language was completely alien to her, but it was still pleasant to hear. She saw a muscle tighten in his jaw. He was clearly livid. Although his anger frightened her, she approached him and placed a hand on his back. The heat that radiated off him was immense.

"My prince, please," she implored him.

"You are a fool to care for a half breed like him!" Vegeta lashed out.

His sudden outburst shocked her. Why would he care about her feelings for Khale? She meant nothing to him. She was merely a spoil of war, and not a very valuable one at that. Then, it occurred to her. The prince was being selfish because he was jealous. He was jealous that she had found another male other than him. Well, that revelation was a refreshing eye opener. It seemed that the tables had turned. It was time for her to use some female manipulation.

"I can't help it. When I'm around him, I lose all control. He makes me feel special."

Vegeta looked at her askew. A vein visibly throbbed in his forehead.

"Khale thinks that I will make the perfect wife for him. He has become rather impatient." She blushed prettily.

"You let him touch you!" the temperamental Saiyan accused.

He was in an uproar. Bulma thought that she detected a faint aura around him.

"You foolish woman! Don't you understand that you belong to me? I have marked you as such!" he shouted.

"Marked me?"

"The bite marks on your body!"

Bulma was astonished. She had not known that his teeth marks were carefully placed territorial signs. Had she known their significance, she would have prevented him from ever giving them to her.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked. "If I had known, I wouldn't have let Khale…"

Vegeta stared at her in utter fury. More of his native tongue flew from his lips. A blue ball of fire appeared in his hand. He hurled it towards a nearby grove of trees, cleaving a groove into the ground.

"Damn it woman! I still cannot imagine what unseen force prevented your death on Earth! I rather that you had perished on that primitive planet than deceive me with that bastard!"

How interesting. She decided to rib him some more. "I would do it again, and in a heartbeat."

He growled in indignation and grabbed her by her arms. "You are a liar, human. You could never accept another male in your bed, not after I have slept with you."

"How would you know? I've never professed any loyalty to you," she threw out at him.

"No words were necessary. Your body told me what I needed to know."

Bulma turned crimson. Vegeta laughed at her. He pulled her to him and crushed her to his hard frame. She panicked and tried to escape his hold. She was no good to herself whenever she was in his embrace. The condescending bastard had the upper hand. The chemistry that smoldered between them was something that she could not avoid.

He ravaged her mouth greedily, taking what was only hers to give.

Bulma was lost in the Saiyan's kiss. She welcomed his tongue inside of her mouth.

He buried his gloved fingers into her hair and nipped at the corners of her lips. She sighed in helplessness and sagged against him.

"My prince…" she whispered longingly.

"That's right, onna. There will be no other male for you," he said arrogantly.

She realized that it was true. The Saiyan prince was like a drug. She was addicted to him. His scent was in her lungs. It covered her like a perfume. It was quite strong now that his ardor was rising.

"Listen well, my slave," he said in between kisses. "Never anger me. It only arouses me."

An important lesson learned, indeed.

He unwound his tail from his waist and curled it towards her body. The flexible appendage darted between them. The tip touched the juncture of her thighs right where her sensitive nodule was located. It followed the path that her femininity made, a tight, warm line, and then back up again to the button.

Bulma gasped and clenched her thighs on the bold, furry brown limb. Vegeta expelled a pained breath, but continued to stroke her with his tail. He removed the Saiyan armor that covered her chest. Bulma's nipples were hard. They stood out lustily in the blue Saiyan suit. Vegeta lowered his head and bit one of the prominent peaks, wetting the fabric with his tongue.

In the back of her mind, Bulma could hear the voice of reason telling her to put a stop to it, and not enjoy it so much. Nevertheless, she gave in to her rising passion and pressed herself closer to him.

Vegeta pulled the suit down her shoulders, freeing her ample breasts. He bathed the bountiful flesh with his tongue and mouth, leaving Bulma feeling eager and feverish.

If this keeps up between us, that vision in the seeing pond could come true, she thought as Vegeta peeled the rest of the suit off her body.

They were in the open. Anyone could come upon them in Khale's garden. Vegeta seemed indifferent to that likely scenario occurring. He could not care less.

Vegeta stepped back from her to remove his own armor and suit. When he was in his full, naked glory, he pulled her to him and hungrily stole some kisses from her.

Bulma marveled at how warm he was. She had noticed this on every occasion that he had taken her. A Saiyan's body temperature was clearly above the level of a normal human's. He felt so good against her bare skin.

His tail managed to breech her entrance. Bulma cried into his mouth and rose on her toes as the appendage touched some hidden pleasure spot inside of her.

"Hai," she encouraged him.

He nuzzled her neck. She expected him to bite her, but when he did not, she was surprised at her sudden disappointment. She tried to persuade him to do the act, not knowing why she felt the need for him to do so. She nipped at his jaw and neck. She even bared her throat to him. Vegeta seemed not to notice her efforts. Instead, he drew her down on to the lush grass and watched avidly as his tail continued to ravage her.

Bulma's back arched as Vegeta's tail prompted her first orgasm. She bit her lip, holding back the cry that threatened to spill from her lips.

Vegeta slowly removed his cum drenched tail and caressed Bulma's spasm wrenched body with it. Her own scent, the warmth of her nectar on her skin made her want him even more.

He did such outrageous things to her. She would be lying if she said that she didn't enjoy it. He made her beg for satisfaction. In the end, he gave her what she wanted and more. He coaxed her on to her hands and knees and took her from behind. His hard thrusts were so powerful that they made her knees weak. Vegeta had to keep her from collapsing by wrapping his tail around her waist. Even on the brink of exhaustion, Bulma pushed her hips back to meet the prince's incredible length. She wanted all of him inside of her, every last bit of him.

It was then that she felt it -his teeth on her nape. She moaned in rapture at his sharp bite and shuddered as her second orgasm rocked through her. Vegeta lapped at her blood, gently staunching the flow. Bulma reached a trembling hand to her waist and caressed his furry tail.

Vegeta pumped mercilessly into her. She lowered herself on to one elbow, giving him better access to her softness. Her skin was slick with perspiration. Vegeta breathed in the salty scent. He was in euphoria.

He fondled one of her full breasts, enjoying the way that it filled his hand. This slave was too pleasurable for words. Again, he considered making her his favorite concubine. There was no doubt that Thaala would have something to say about that when he got home. It would be interesting to see the two females fighting over him. The Earth woman wouldn't stand a chance, but it would make for good entertainment.

"Vegeta…" the sound of her passion-induced voice calling out his name fueled his ego.

"Iie," he told her. "I will have to punish you for your slight."

Without withdrawing from her, he sat back on his haunches, pulling her against him until she was sitting in his lap. She was facing forward, her legs straddled over his thighs. Her pink sex was blatantly bared. Bulma reddened with shame.

Vegeta gave her a couple of strokes. She could hear how moist she was. She could feel her wetness seeping from her body.

"My prince," she began to protest.

"Now you remember," he whispered in her ear and drove into her in earnest.

Her mouth opened wide, but no sound came forth. It was an inert reaction to a startling act of sexual torture.

He pinched her nipples. She covered his hands with her own. The lewd sounds of his cock beating into her were enough to make her experience a third orgasm. Vegeta kneaded her breasts through out the ordeal.

He was not done with her yet.

Her head lolled back against his shoulder. He licked the length of her exposed neck, gleaning the small drops of perspiration from her skin.

He moved one hand down her stomach, over her hip and across her supple thigh. He moved his hand up again. This time, when he moved it down to her stomach, he kept going, heading straight for the apex of her legs.

Bulma's heart pounded in her ears as she felt his fingers touch her sopping wet core. She saw the nectar shining on his fingers as he removed his hand from her nether lips. He licked her juices from his fingers and said huskily, "Mmmm."

Bulma almost had a seizure. She tilted her head and pressed her lips to his. She could feel the corners of his mouth curling upwards. Damn him, he was laughing at her. He could be such a bastard sometimes. She bit his lower lip. He winced and she laved at the tender spot. She could taste herself on him. She thrust her tongue into his mouth.

Vegeta began thrusting anew into her pliable body. He caressed her slender thighs. He made certain that he touched every part of her soft form, maintaining the intense stimulation that she seemed to favor so much.

A cool breeze blew over their heated flesh and stirred her hair. The beautiful blue strands fluttered over his shoulder and stroked his back. The unexpected sensation made his member jerk within her. He came hard and the woman showed no mercy by using her inner muscles to milk every drop from him. Vegeta threw his head back and clenched his teeth to keep from crying out. The last thing he needed was a horde of Khale's servants watching him recover from his climax.

He released the woman from his grasp and sat, leaning back against the tree that blocked them from view. The woman had collapsed on to the ground. She was breathing labouredly. His cum seeped from her.

Good, Vegeta thought. He wanted Khale to smell his scent on her. Then the irritating half-breed would get the idea that the human belonged to him. He was tired of finding them together, laughing and smiling as if they were life long friends. It was an insult to his pride to have her consorting with him.

Her breathing had finally evened out. She had fallen asleep. Vegeta got dressed, and then dressed her as well. He smirked when she curled up against him. He lifted her into his arms and carried her towards the palace, enjoying the feel of her in his embrace.

*****

Look for the next sequel: The Beast of Cronas, where Vegeta foolishly awakens a terrible beast. In the meantime, check out my other stories. Just click on my pen name at the top of the page. Oh, and do not forget to tell me what you think. ^_^