Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Taking of Bulma ❯ The Temperamental Frieza ( Chapter 4 )

The Temperamental Frieza by Kaialicious

Disclaimer: I do not own nor make any profit from DragonBall Z or its characters and merchandising.

Warning: This story contains obscene language (I think), blood play, and LEMON. It is not intended for under aged readers.

Author's Note: This is the sequel to The Beast of Cronas. It's a long one.

-Japanese Words and Meanings-

*Demo-But

*Doush'te-Why

*Iie-No

*Onna-Woman

*****

They had left Cronas twenty-four hours ago. Bulma had not shed a single tear for Khale. Nor had she turned around to give him one last look. She had been afraid that Vegeta would have seen her true sentiments for the red headed Saiyan.

She could not risk the prince's ire, especially not now since he had begun showing some small degree of affection for her.

He was sitting before the console of the ship, engrossed in a series of odd-looking symbols on the main screen.

Bulma curiously sat down in the chair beside him and tried to make sense out of the alien language. She had learned much about the ship's computer. The navigation system was still a mystery to her, but she knew that she would be familiar with it in due time. The controls of the ship were simple, but Bulma had learned that only Vegeta's voice could activate the vessel.

Already her mind was configuring up devices that could easily overcome the ship's voice activation codes.

Bulma studied the Saiyan's regal features. She felt a pull of desire for him.

Risking his wrath, she stood behind him and buried her fingers in his spiky dark hair.

She leaned over and licked his ear.

"Onna," he said.

She loved it when he called her that.

She went around and stood before him, then knelt down between his legs. He looked at her. His eyes were heated with passion.

Bulma placed her hands on his thighs and moved them back and forth.

He reached over her and pressed a switch on the console. Bulma recognized it. He had put the ship on automatic control.

Bulma leaned forward on her haunches and kissed the hard, shell of armor that covered the prince's stomach.

Vegeta held her by her arms and pulled her up against him. Her legs straddled him and he rose with her in his embrace. She locked her legs around his waist.

He carried her to his quarters and lowered both of them on to the bed.

"Your appetite for me has grown, onna," he noted.

"Maybe my battle with Moami opened up the wilder side of me," she told him.

"No," he said, "it's not that."

"Who cares what it is." She touched his tail. The hairs on the furry appendage stood up. She giggled.

Vegeta groaned and plastered his mouth to hers. He kissed her as if she had driven him to madness.

She intentionally pumped her hand over the unusual extension of him. Vegeta broke the commanding kiss and inhaled sharply.

His hands tightened on her.

"Kami, I feel as wet as a nuos berry," she said aloud.

A drop of sweat trickled down his temple.

"I feel wet all of the time now…" she admitted. "Maybe Khale was right. Maybe those things are aphrodisiacs."

"If you would stop eating so much of it, you wouldn't have to complain," Vegeta told her.

"Whose complaining?" she squeezed his buttocks.

Vegeta could take no more of her talk. He stripped her of her clothes and hurriedly removed his own.

By the time that he returned to her, she had rolled on to her belly. The sight of her, looking so cheekily at him, stirred Vegeta's blood.

Vegeta instantly covered her warm body with his.

He kissed the curve of her back.

His tail wrapped around her thigh and pulled on it, causing her legs to widen and giving him ample access to her.

He cupped one of her breasts and thrust into her.

Bulma gasped and whispered, "That feels so good."

"Damn it onna," Vegeta muttered.

Her passion never stopped surprising him. The woman loved being loved, and Vegeta loved being inside of her.

He thrust deeply into her with each stroke.

Her soft cries moved him.

He caressed the curve of her back, dipped his head to moisten the soft skin between her shoulder blades.

She shuddered.

He wanted to see her. He wanted to see her expressive features as he took her.

Using his tail, he turned her over, without withdrawing from her body. He could not imagine leaving her for even one moment.

Her sapphire blue eyes were hazy with passion. Her cheeks and the bridge of her nose flushed crimson.

Her mouth was slightly open. Small whispery sounds of pleasure escaped her.

Vegeta kissed her lips and sucked her tongue into his mouth. Bulma's hands raked down his sides. She did this a few more times, lost in the sensations that Vegeta was making her experience.

His organ moved smoothly into her. It was hard and satiny soft all at the same time.

"Kami, I love it…," she unknowingly whispered.

Vegeta groaned and feasted on one of her pink nipples. The tiny bud tautened from his avid attentions.

She lowered a hand between their bodies and touched where they were connected. Vegeta grimaced and plunged deep into her softness.

"Mmmm…" she moaned in pleasure.

Vegeta snared the other nipple between his teeth and nipped it.

Bulma tensed.

"Oh Kami…" she whispered breathlessly.

When they were together like this, everything else just melted away.

"Vegeta…" she cried.

The prince removed her roving hand from his nether region. He caught both of her wrists in his hands and held them above her head. He kissed her smooth underarms.

He loved to kiss her skin. It was something that Bulma had learned about the prince from the intimate encounters that they had shared. If he wasn't kissing her fevered flesh, he was nibbling, licking, biting, or sucking on it.

His pleasure for her soft body showed. He would growl deep in his throat and lick one of the many faint marks that he had left on her.

Bulma gave a muted cry as she pulsed down below. Vegeta felt her climax and gave her extensive, torturous strokes, prolonging her orgasm.

Bulma's brain went numb. She could only feel a series of vibrating sensations traveling throughout her being.

"Oh…Kami, Vegeta!"

Vegeta savagely claimed her lips and kissed her into a stupor.

She clamped her legs around his waist and arched beneath him, almost lifting him.

"Mph! Mph!" she moaned into his mouth, her body taut with wonderful tension.

Her breasts were pressed into the hardness of his chest. Her nipples were stimulated by the pleasant abrasion.

She felt Vegeta's tail brushing against her legs. It was more stimulation for her senses.

She turned her head away and gasped.

A second shockwave assaulted her.

"Vege- oooohh!" She came and pulled his own sexual energy from him.

The prince's dark crest of hair quivered as he rose above the sensual plane.

He filled her with his essence and settled on top of her, his weight easily supported by her soft, womanly frame.

"That was…out of this world," she said.

"Hmm," Vegeta muttered and licked a drop of perspiration from the curve of her breast.

"Why is it so good between us?" she asked. "Why is the passion so strong?"

"You think too much, onna. The pleasure that we share should be enjoyed, not examined like some oddity," he told her.

She supposed that he was right, but she could not help but wonder if their desire for each other was meant to be. Would it last forever, or die out the moment that the prince felt that he was tired of her?

"You're not tired are you?"

"Hmm?"

"Of me," she added when he gave her a blank look.

"I am tired of your incessant talking," he said.

He released her hands and withdrew from her. Bulma quickly wrapped her arms around him and pulled him back down to her.

"Don't get upset," she told him. "I'm sorry."

His rigid body took some time to relax. Bulma kissed his cheek.

Kami, if he only knew how much she loved him. It frightened her. He was her enemy and she had fallen in love with him. Oh, Kami. If she ever needed someone to talk to it was now.

Vegeta's hand cupped her damp core.

"Again, onna," he said.

She could feel his arousal pressing against her belly.

Maybe she had been overreacting about their passion. Maybe she should just let things run their course. Maybe-

"Oh, Kami…!"

*****

They had landed on the arid looking planet of Vegetasia.

Two Saiyan guards approached the vessel and hailed Vegeta as he and Bulma stepped down from the ship.

Bulma followed Vegeta through a passageway near their landing site and stiffened in shock as a small, feminine figure met them at the end of the passage.

"My prince, you have returned!"

The beautiful, dark haired woman came up to Vegeta and bowed.

"Thaala," Vegeta acknowledged her.

The woman meekly lowered her head. She finally noticed Bulma after some time. She stared at Bulma, a distinct look of displeasure in her dark brown eyes. "Is she your prisoner, master?" she asked Vegeta.

Vegeta crossed his arms and gruffly told her, "That is none of your concern. What are you doing out on the landing strip?"

Thaala paled and answered, "I did not want to remain inside with the others. Not while Zarbon and lord Frieza is here."

Zarbon and lord Frieza, Bulma thought. Who are they?

The woman cast another scathing glance at her.

"Who is she, my prince? Is she a gift for lord Frieza?"

"Thaala," Vegeta's voice hardened.

The dark haired woman stiffened and averted her gaze from Bulma.

"I will not tolerate your impertinence."

"I am sorry, my prince."

"I am hungry. Be useful and prepare me something to eat."

Thaala bowed again and said, "Yes, my prince."

She hurried off to do his bidding, leaving Bulma perturbed.

The woman was Vegeta's slave. That was quite clear.

Why didn't Vegeta tell me about Thaala?

She wanted to question the prince about this, but Vegeta had already started down the hall. Bulma had no choice but to follow him lest she got lost.

She told herself that there would be plenty of time to question him later.

As they made their way deeper into the complex, they came across other Saiyans. At the first sight of Vegeta, the Saiyan warriors would halt in their tracks, bow to him, and say, "Hail prince Vegeta."

Vegeta would either give them a nod or disregard them, depending on his mood.

Bulma was fascinated by his nonchalance. She was tempted to tease him.

The words Hail prince Vegeta was on her tongue when they stopped before a large, ornate, white door. Two huge saiyan guards guarded the door. When Vegeta approached them, they bowed to him, muttered their respects and opened the door for him.

Bulma forgot to breathe as they entered the large main hall of the Saiyan palace. It was even more magnificent and regal than the halls of Cronas. It was built in the same fashion of the Cronasian fortress, tall arches and pristine white walls. However, the Saiyan palace had tons of blue accents everywhere.

At the end of the hall sat a throne on a dais. It was empty.

Vegeta walked over to an alcove hidden by a curtain of blue fabric and moved the material aside. There was a door there. He opened it and walked inside. Bulma followed him.

It was another large room, as equally extravagant as the throne room was. This one had a writing desk and sitting chairs. A table for eating was in the far corner. Beyond the room were a number of other connecting rooms.

At the writing desk sat a Saiyan dressed in a blue leotard and white armor. He wore a long flowing cape. An odd-looking symbol was on the left upper side of his breastplate.

He resembled his son.

The only differences between him and Vegeta were that the king sported a beard and was much taller than his son was. He towered over him actually, and was the tallest Saiyan that Bulma had seen since she had arrived on Vegetasia.

"Father," Vegeta stood before him.

"You have returned brat. Good."

Bulma smiled at the king's affectionate name for the prince.

The king took one look at her and scowled. Bulma had the feeling that he was seriously disgusted by her presence.

"How dare you bring her here? These are my personal quarters. She is a slave, and not even of our race."

"She is not just a slave," Vegeta told him. "She is a scientist."

The king gave Bulma a cursory glance. "Her? I do not believe this. Perhaps she lied to you to save her own neck. What scientist could possibly look like her?"

Bulma blushed. It wasn't her fault that she had inherited her mother's looks. Thank Kami she had inherited her father's brain.

"Onna, wait outside," Vegeta told her.

She did not want to remain under the king's scrutiny so she obeyed.

A bevy of activity was now in the throne room.

Bulma wondered what had gotten everyone so frenzied. Had Vegeta's arrival sparked this commotion?

She studied the servants. They did not appear to be Saiyans. A majority of them were multi colored creatures. Some were slaves. They wore metal collars around their necks.

Thaala had not had a collar around her neck. Maybe Vegeta favored her. Bulma he merely abided.

She huffed and crossed her arms, then caught herself and straightened up. His habits were rubbing off on her. If she weren't careful, she would lose all memory of her human self.

A small blue alien crossed her path. It stared at her.

Bulma sighed and told it, "Yes, this is my real hair color."

The alien flashed a toothy smile and then went about its business.

Half an hour later, the king and Vegeta exited the room.

"Come onna," Vegeta beckoned her.

"Yes, sir," she saluted him.

The king growled his distaste at her mockery.

An admirer of hers, he was not.

*****

They were in Vegeta's personal chambers, Bulma, Vegeta, his father, and Thaala. It was a vast series of rooms -not unlike a small manor. What set the prince's quarters apart from any domicile that she had ever seen, was the fact that everything the prince could ever want was available at his command.

The sleek female, Thaala, served Vegeta his food, and then deposited herself into his lap. Bulma stared at her boldness in shock.

The woman then proceeded to feed Vegeta.

Why doesn't he tell her to get off him? She wondered. He's letting her feed him! He would never have let me done that!

The king and his son began conversing in a language foreign to her. She figured that it was their native tongue.

Several times, the king glanced at her during their conversation.

Well, whatever they're talking about, it has to be about me.

She supposed that she should feel wary, or embarrassed, but she simply didn't care what the king thought of her.

Vegeta was the one that had kidnapped her and brought her here. If there was anyone that the all mighty king should be angry at then it should be him.

She stabbed her eating utensil into a piece of meat, and took her aggression out on her food.

*****

Bulma finished eating.

She refused to continue to sit and watch Thaala make a fool of herself over Vegeta. She slipped out of the room and expected Vegeta to come thundering behind her, but he didn't.

He's probably too busy letting her stuff his face to care what I do.

On the other hand, maybe he had given her free reign because he knew that she would not run from him. He was simply continuing what he had allowed her to do on Cronas. If that was the case, she was surprised by his generosity.

The king had not looked too happy to see her at the table that was for sure. But he had not expressed the same disapproval for Thaala. Was it because he had known the dark haired slave longer than Bulma?

And that Thaala…Bulma had wanted to scratch out her eyes. How dare she writhe all over Vegeta like that? And how dare he let her?

Such thoughts ran rampant in her mind as she roamed the vast white halls of the palace.

She was wearing Vegeta's color, and thus, no one dared to touch her. Some of the Saiyan warriors that passed her by did brazenly look at her. A few even sent suggestive remarks her way, but she ignored them and continued her exploration of the palace.

She came upon two huge ornate white double doors and contemplated opening them to have a peek inside, when she was interrupted by a tap on her shoulder.

She swung around and frowned in irritation. "What do you want Thaala?"

"The prince requests that you return to his chambers at once."

He had finished with Thaala, had he? Well she did not feel like staying in the same room with him, not after he had doted on another woman.

"I'll return when I want to."

Thaala made a sound of disgust and told her, "He wants you to remain in his chambers while he meets with lord Frieza. It should not take too long."

He was going to meet with lord Frieza?

"Will you be waiting in his room too?"

Thaala clenched her fists and told her, "No. I have duties to tend to."

"What kind of duties?" Bulma asked suspiciously.

"They are none of your business! Now off with you!" she gave Bulma a shove.

Bulma stumbled, and braced herself against the wall. "Ow, you big cow! Watch what you're doing!"

Incensed by Bulma's obvious insult, the woman rushed at her. Bulma squeaked and dropped down to the floor and out of her way. She crawled away from her on her knees and cried out as Thaala grabbed her by her hair.

"What the prince sees in you is beyond me," she said and pulled Bulma to her feet. She released Bulma's hair and seized her arm instead, then roughly pulled her down the hall.

"Get your hand off me!" Bulma protested.

Thaala ignored her complaint and brought her to Vegeta's quarters.

Vegeta raised a brow in surprise at Bulma's disheveled hair and disgruntled expression.

"My prince," Thaala bowed to him and released Bulma. "She refused to follow your orders."

Vegeta stared at his blue haired slave.

Bulma angrily brushed a strand of hair out of her face.

"You may go, Thaala."

"Yes, master." Thaala bowed to him again and gave Bulma a warning look before she left.

"Do you like being punished onna?"

"Oh, please," she said fearlessly, "not that again."

She had learned over the course of their journey from Cronas that the prince used his threats only to keep her in line. He had never once beaten her as he had promised to do in the past. She often wondered why he kept up with the ruse. Surely, he knew that she did not take him seriously.

Vegeta unwound his tail and approached her.

She pretended to be more concerned with the pattern in the carpet than the prince's advance.

"What is wrong with you?" he asked her and placed his hands on her waist. His tail wrapped around her thigh and pulled her close to him.

"Don't touch me," she said and averted her face before he could kiss her.

Vegeta felt the enmity coming from her. She was clearly angry with him.

"I don't have time for this onna."

"But you had time for her!" she said and scowled at him.

At her heated words, Vegeta threw his head back and laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"You, onna. Did you honestly think that you would be my only slave?"

She pouted and gave a nod.

"Don't be foolish. You are not my first and you certainly will not be my last."

Bulma tried to push him away. Her efforts were futile.

The end of Vegeta's tail flicked against the V between her legs. She gasped and leaned into the caresses.

Vegeta chuckled and kissed her cheek. "We will have a long discussion about your behavior when I return onna."

"You're leaving?" she whined.

Vegeta could smell her awakening. She was hungry for him.

He growled his fury at Frieza's presence in his father's kingdom. Why did the blasted alien have to come to Vegetasia?

He forced himself away from the woman and said, "I have to go now. Be good and stay here."

"No," she said. "You'll have to beat me in order for me to stay."

"I will," he threatened.

She rolled her eyes.

"I don't want you to come with me!" he shouted.

"I don't want to stay here!" she replied just as loudly.

"Do as I say!"

"No!"

Vegeta cursed her stubbornness and finally surrendered. "Fine, but do not leave my side, onna."

Bulma nodded and smiled. She had gotten her way.

"Wipe that smile off your face! You have no idea of the danger that you have just put yourself into!"

She cringed under his angry gaze.

Vegeta crossed his arms and said, "I suppose that the experience of meeting lord Frieza will be sufficient punishment."

Bulma wondered what was so bad about meeting the infamous Frieza.

"Come. I have kept him waiting long enough."

*****

They had entered the mysterious double doors that Bulma had seen earlier. Two aliens of varying height awaited them there. They were not of the same origin. One of them was very small. He had the look of a reptile. He was white and had black horns at the top of his head. His eyes were red, his lips dark and tiny. He had a long, thick tail that was encased in armor along with his body. He sat on a throne, looking imperial and emotionless.

The other alien that stood beside him was very tall and muscular. His skin was light blue. His long braided hair, dark green. He wore a circlet around his forehead and matching earrings in his ears. He too wore armor. A cape hung down from his shoulders. His arms were encased in pink soft armbands, his legs, in thigh high blue tights. He wore a pair of matching blue bikini briefs.

He was very pretty, remarkably pretty.

Vegeta bowed to the lizard. "Lord Frieza."

"Prince Vegeta," the alien said in a high raspy voice. "I was just telling Zarbon how much I detest being made to wait."

"My apologies my lord," Vegeta said stiffly.

Zarbon leaned over to whisper something into Frieza's ear. He straightened with a smile on his all too feminine face.

"My," the short creature suddenly focused his gaze on Bulma, "what a pretty little thing you are."

Bulma hid behind of Vegeta. She did not want the creepy looking alien to study her as if she was his next meal.

"Is she yours, Vegeta?" Frieza asked.

"Yes."

"She is an unusual looking female." He flicked his tail up and down. "Isn't she, Zarbon?"

The handsome alien stared at her and smiled. "Yes, lord Freiza. She is beautiful as well… almost as beautiful as I am."

Zarbon's reply made the smaller alien laugh. The creature's sound of amusement grated on Bulma's nerves. She decided that she hated them. She wished that she had listened to Vegeta and stayed in his quarters. Her jealousy had made her remain at his side. She had believed that as long as she was with him that he would not feel the need to go to Thaala. However, the dark haired slave was not her problem right now. The alien Frieza and his companion were.

"I think that I want a closer look at her," Frieza said.

Bulma gasped.

"Come here, girl," Zarbon beckoned.

No, she did not want to go to him.

When she made no move towards him, the handsome alien became livid. "A little discipline is in order, Vegeta. She is clearly insubordinate," he complained.

"I beg to differ," Vegeta told him. "I gave her orders. She is not to leave my side unless I tell her to and she has not."

"Lord Frieza wants to see her," Zarbon muttered through clenched teeth.

"Yes, Vegeta," Frieza cut in. "Stop being so selfish with your new conquest."

Vegeta frowned and looked over his shoulder at her. She shook her head in fear and muttered a small protest.

"The prince and his beloved minion won't harm you," he told her in her language.

"I c-can't," she told him. "He looks too creepy."

"You are embarrassing me!"

Bulma held back a cry and blubbered out, "I'm sorry!"

"Do you see why I did not want you here, onna?"

Yes, but it was too late for her to change her awful decision.

Vegeta pulled her from behind him and gave her a gentle shove towards the gawking aliens. She stopped just before the little alien and shivered as he snatched her wrist and pulled her down to his feet. She was kneeling beside his throne. Zarbon stood behind of her.

Bulma looked at Vegeta. She could not read his expression. He seemed unaffected by what was happening to her.

Frieza stroked her hair. Bulma felt as if she was a lap dog. She was completely uncomfortable with the situation. She wished that Vegeta would say something to stop the alien's eerily perverse behavior.

"You are probably wondering why I am here," Frieza said. "Zarbon and I have just journeyed from the Xaos quadrant. The Saiyans that you personally sent to clear the galaxy have turned up dead."

"That's impossible," Vegeta said.

"I saw their bodies myself," Frieza claimed. "Now, wasn't it you who promised me that they would get the job done? I would hate to think that you deceived me, prince Vegeta."

"I did not. What happened to them?" he asked.

"Something blew them up to bits," Zarbon said.

Vegeta eyed the green alien. He looked as if he did not trust him. Bulma did not blame him. Something about Zarbon made her blood crawl.

"What do you want me to do about it?" Vegeta inquired

"I want you to go to Xaos and complete the mission. Wipe out the natives and report back to me," Frieza told him.

Bulma could tell that Vegeta was at war with his emotions. He was torn between doing as Frieza ordered and slamming his fist into Zarbon's face. The pretty alien was sifting his fingers through Bulma's long blue hair.

"You are dismissed, Vegeta," Frieza said.

Bulma attempted to go to him, but the surprisingly strong reptile pulled her back down beside him. "You will stay here. This mission is too dangerous for you to accompany your master."

Bulma looked at Vegeta for help. Surely, he would not leave her behind, not with these two.

"Onna," he talked to her in her native tongue. "You will stay."

"No!"

"I cannot take you with me," he argued.

"Demo, doush'te?"

He ignored her question and told her, "No harm will come to you."

A muscle twitched in his jaw. Bulma knew that he was not telling her the truth. She could feel the bad energy coming from the two aliens. She knew that they were dangerous, so dangerous that the Saiyan prince feared them.

"Iie! I'm coming with you!"

"Onna!" the fury in his voice silenced her. "There is nothing that either you or I can do about it. You must understand that he holds a great deal of power over my people. He has brought an army with him. I went against him before, but I cannot go against him again. He knows that."

Bulma's sapphire gaze shimmered with moisture.

"Cease those foolish tears," he told her. "They take pleasure in the pain of others."

"What are you saying to her?" Zarbon asked.

"The foolish girl wants to come with me. I told her that she would be a distraction."

Frieza and Zarbon both laughed.

Frieza cupped Bulma's chin in his hand and said, "You will be a distraction for me instead, my pet."

*****

The room began to swarm with activity after Vegeta had gone. Guards ushered in slaves and servants who carried in trays of food for Frieza and his alien companion. Even Thaala appeared, to Bulma's horror.

This is just what I need, Bulma thought, Thaala watching me while I am being degraded by a lizard!

Thankfully, the woman had not even spared her a glance.

A male servant approached them. The tray in his hands trembled.

"Something to drink, my lord?" he asked, his voice heavy with fear.

"Why yes, thank you." Frieza reached for the purple tinted glass. The servant's nervousness caused some of the contents in the glass to spill on to the tray. Frieza pulled back his hand and studied the servant.

"My lord?"

"Why don't you taste it for me first? See if it is brewed just right," Frieza suggested.

"Yes," Zarbon agreed. "Drink up."

The servant began trembling in earnest. He picked up the glass nonetheless and raised it to his lips, but he did not drink.

"Assassin," Zarbon hissed and reached for the servant's throat.

The servant avoided his grasp and pulled a dagger from the sleeve of his servant's robe.

Cries of alarm rang out in the room. He aimed the blade at Frieza and plunged it down towards him.

Frieza shot a hand out and caught the assassin's wrist. He smirked at the servant's shock and gave his wrist a sharp twist, breaking his bones.

The servant cried out in pain. The dagger fell from his grip.

Frieza pulled the servant forward and plunged his hand straight through the servant's chest. Bulma screamed as bright green blood splattered all over her. The assassin made a gargled cry and slumped over Frieza's arm.

Frieza kicked the assassin's lifeless body off him and sat back down.

The frightened slaves quieted down and looked at the dead servant.

Two Saiyan guards came forward and removed the body.

Bulma turned her head and retched. He had killed the slave right before her eyes. She could feel the slave's blood on her face.

Frieza grabbed her by her hair and began licking the green tinged blood from her skin. Bulma thought that she would faint. Her head lolled as he drew her on to his lap. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see Thaala and the others. They were going about their business, acting as if nothing had happened. Bulma wanted to yell at them. Her throat was constricted. She could do nothing but tremble in fear as Frieza feasted on the slave's life source right off her body.

Her eyes blurred with tears.

For a moment, she thought that she saw Thaala gesture towards her, but she was not sure. She supposed that the witch was probably having a good laugh at Bulma's benefit, the cow.

Frieza's lizard like tongue was snaking around her ear. The blood and the touch of the overbearing monster was enough to make her heave again, but she managed to control her stomach.

"My lord," Thaala had stepped forward and bowed to him. "Do you wish for me to take her to the baths?"

Frieza studied the woman, and then released Bulma from his clutches. "Yes."

Bulma scrambled out of his lap and went with Thaala. The farther that she was from the grotesque Frieza, the better that she would feel.

Her wellness did not last very long. After her bath, a servant came to them and announced that she was to follow him. Apparently, Frieza wanted her to sleep with him in his quarters.

*****

Zarbon and Frieza were lovers.

Bulma had discovered that out when she had awakened early the next morning and found them locked together in a lover's embrace. It had shocked her.

Then Bulma remembered what Vegeta had said.

The prince and his beloved minion…

His beloved minion…Vegeta had known. He knew that they would not rape her. Was that why he had so easily left her behind?

It seemed that Frieza was a jealous lover and would not allow Zarbon to bed any of the slaves that were in abundance on the Saiyan planet. Thaala confirmed Bulma's assumption when she later accompanied Bulma to the baths.

"Master Zarbon has never slept with any of us -not that he has not tried to. Lord Frieza always summons him before he can do anything to us."

It explained so much about why Bulma had not been violated by them. Other than enduring psychological pain and the occasional fondling, she was left alone. However, Frieza did seem to enjoy kissing and caressing her, but he showed no other signs of being stimulated. Zarbon was another case entirely. He watched her constantly. Frieza was the only thing that was stopping him from taking her, and he was not willing to risk Frieza's wrath.

Whenever they were alone, Zarbon would rub himself against her and tell her all the things that he wanted to do to her.

"But you can't do it, can you?" she had taunted him. "Frieza would kill you."

Zarbon had struck her for her impertinence, but that was all that he had done, thank Kami.

Bulma was getting tired of the pretty alien. She wished that Vegeta would hurry back, because she did not think that Zarbon would continue to follow Frieza's orders -not when there were countless opportunities and secret places in the palace for the alien to take advantage of her. It was only a matter of time until the alien's lust would overcome his senses, and Bulma would be in big trouble.

*****

Vegeta easily found the vanquished Saiyan team. Their bodies were strewn about a decimated structure.

Vegeta turned each of them over. He recognized several elite warriors. It made no sense to him that they were dead. They were supposed to be invincible.

He found the team's captain, Duthner.

Clutched in the grip of Duthner's hand, was a tiny-jeweled pendant. Vegeta crouched down to examine it and realized what it was.

"Kuso…"

Zarbon and Frieza were the ones who had killed the Saiyan team.

Given the alien's temper, he had most likely destroyed them without his father's permission, and had decided to cover up his actions by making it appear as if the people of the planet had killed the Saiyan warriors instead.

However, the terror duo had overlooked one little piece of evidence when they had doctored up the site.

Duthner had managed to get a hold of Zarbon's earring.

"Those bastards."

The vain alien had had enough time to replace his missing jewelry before he arrived at Vegetasia. If Vegeta confronted him with the evidence, he would simply say that the bauble could belong to anyone.

Frieza's treachery meant that the lizard could not be trusted -not with the lives of the Saiyans, and certainly not with the lives of anyone under his command.

But why had he sent Vegeta on such a senseless journey? Everyone on the planet had been dead for quite some time now. Had Frieza sent him there to test the level of his loyalty? Was the lizard punishing him for not coming to him when he had ordered him to in the past?

The latter assumption seemed like the likely scenario.

Vegeta busied himself carving out several holes in the ground with his energy blasts to bury his fallen warriors.

He would notify his father of Frieza's deceitfulness. They would have to tread softly where the lizard prince was concerned. Despite the awesome power of the Saiyan's, Vegeta's people were still far less powerful than Frieza's kind, which meant that any war between them would surely be catastrophic.

*****

"I'm not hungry," Bulma informed her nemesis, Zarbon. She had lost her appetite ever since Vegeta had left her in Frieza's care.

For some reason, Zarbon chose to watch over her during her meals. It was highly nerve wracking for her. It was almost as bad as when Frieza had let her taste his food. The alien had feared that it had been laced with poison, but to Bulma's relief, it had been untainted.

Zarbon frowned at her and bade her to eat. She shook her head.

"Lord Frieza wants you to eat. Do as he says or you will be punished," the pretty alien ordered.

Bulma up ended the dish. She was paid for her disobedience with a hard slap. She fell off her cushion. She could taste blood in her mouth. Thaala was beside her in an instant.

"Please forgive her my lord, she does not understand you," Thaala quickly explained. To Bulma, she muttered, "Stop being a spoil brat and eat. What harm can you come to by keeping yourself healthy?"

"I don't have to listen to you."

Thaala pinched the blue haired female and smiled smugly when her eyes watered. "The master told me to watch over you. As much as I despise you, I must make certain that you remain well until his return. Do us both a favor and eat."

The Earth woman's lower lip trembled. Thaala frowned at her show of weakness. "None of that now," she chided. "You don't want the other slaves to laugh at you do you?"

"No," Bulma sobbed.

Thaala tucked a stray strand of blue hair back from Bulma's face. A faint bruise marred the woman's cheek. "Oh, this is not good. The prince will not be happy to see this."

"Is it bad?" Bulma asked with worry.

"I don't know. How fast do you heal?"

"Enough talk!" Zarbon shoved Thaala away and grabbed Bulma by her wrist, nearly yanking her arm out of her socket. "If you will not eat, then you will service me."

*****

Bulma was confused. Why had Frieza's lackey brought her to this room? What was he going to do to her?

He went to a small compartment in the wall and pulled out a shiny metallic case. He set the case on the bed and opened it. From Bulma's position on the ground, she could not see what he was really doing. Zarbon came to her and roughly pulled her towards the bed. She fought him, but Zarbon stilled her with a few hard tugs to her hair. Thaala's words rang in her ears, "Don't fight them. They will only hurt you. Think about the master instead. It will make the ordeal seem less arduous."

It was a hard task, imagining the tall, green, woman pretty Zarbon as the handsome Saiyan prince. Especially since, he was looking at her as if he wanted to hurt her. He tore off her clothes and threw her on the bed. She bounced.

"Now let's see what that monkey gets each night."

"No!" she scrambled to get off the bed, but Zarbon caught her by her ankle and pulled her back.

He used one hand to restrain her wrists while he removed his clothes with the other. Bulma cursed him and spat in his face. He struck her and forced her legs apart with his knee.

Bulma closed her eyes in fear.

Oh, Kami no! Don't let him rape me!

Zarbon kissed her cheek and then stiffened, as there was a pounding on the door.

He growled out his frustration and climbed off her. He donned his briefs and opened the door.

"What is it?" he snapped.

"Lord Frieza requests that you bring the woman to him."

It was Thaala, and Bulma was overjoyed to see her.

Zarbon was furious.

"He said that you are to bring her now," Thaala continued, raising her voice a little.

"You told him," Zarbon murmured.

Thaala glanced at Bulma. "Should I tell him that you have refused his summons?"

Zarbon clenched his teeth and glared at her. "No. I am on my way."

He shut the door in Thaala's face.

He stared at Bulma long and hard.

She had escaped his ardor but not his wrath.

He reached into the case and withdrew strings of blue colored gems. He piled them atop Bulma's stomach. She shuddered because they felt cold against her skin.

"Time for a little dress up, pet," he told her and began placing the alien type jewelry on her wrists, ankles, and neck. The gemstones were heavy. They pressed into her flesh.

Zarbon reached into the case again and withdrew several small pieces of white leather. He worked quickly, attaching the leather strips to her body. When he was finished, he stood back and looked at his handy work. He tucked a strand of dark green hair behind his ear and smirked. "You are truly impressive to look at, pet. Do you want to see yourself?"

He roughly pulled her from the bed and stood her before a small, round, gray orb in the wall. He hit the switch that was next to it and a holographic image of Bulma appeared before them.

Bulma stared in shock at her reflection. Zarbon had dressed her like some leather clad submissive love slave.

"Do you like it? I thought that you wouldn't," he laughed. "Lord Frieza will be thrilled to see you."

Thaala was out in the hall when Zarbon brought her before the double doors.

When she tried to enter the room, Zarbon blocked her path and told her that her services were no longer needed.

"You delivered lord Frieza's message. Now be gone," he snapped.

"No," Bulma protested. She would rather have Thaala with her than be alone with the two aliens.

However, Zarbon had thought it fit to punish the dark haired woman for ruining his fun by denying her access to the room.

He shoved Bulma through the double doors and pressed a button on the keypad to lock the bothersome female out.

*****

Vegeta had arrived back home. He had pushed the ship past its limits to return to Vegetasia in less than a day. He had notified his father of Frieza's deceit and had been surprised to learn that King Cold had summoned his father.

King Vegeta would not be returning any time soon. Frieza's home world was on the outskirts of their universe. Vegeta's father would be gone for over a year. It was more than likely that Vegeta would have to rule in his place until he came back.

Thaala met him out on the landing strip.

"My prince," she acknowledged her young Saiyan master.

"Where are they?" he immediately asked.

"In lord Frieza's quarters. I tried to stop them, but Zarbon locked me out of the room."

Vegeta headed for the reptile's quarters.

*****

Zarbon shoved her forward. Frieza caught her by her arms and smiled wickedly as Zarbon picked up a thin, leather covered rod. He struck the palm of his hand with it. Bulma heard the air splitting sound and was startled.

"Do it," Frieza ordered.

Zarbon raised the rod and brought it down hard across Bulma's buttocks. Bulma cried out. Frieza smiled down at her. The second blow made tears fall from her eyes. On the third lash, the intercom came on.

"Lord Frieza, prince Vegeta has arrived."

The sound of Vegeta's name made Bulma go limp with relief.

Frieza stroked her hair and said, "And we were just beginning to have fun."

"Damn him. Why is he back so soon?" Zarbon cursed.

*****

She had been crying that much was obvious. Vegeta had expected it from her. She was an emotional being, and Frieza was a psychotic bastard. He must have brought out his worse before her.

Three thin, red welts marred the smooth round surface of the woman's buttocks.

They had beaten her.

Vegeta glanced at Zarbon. All of the previous times that Zarbon had come to Vegetasia, he had left slaves beaten and bruised.

"Vegeta," Frieza drew his attention. "I hope that your mission was successful."

"It proved to be an eye opener."

Frieza looked thoughtfully at him. "You didn't encounter any problems did you?"

"Minor nuisances," Vegeta said, "that were easily overcome with a little elbow grease."

Silence filled the room. Frieza released the woman and stood up. "If you did indeed finish your mission, then there is no reason for me to stay here further. My father should be happy to hear of your fruitful endeavor. We shall keep in touch, Vegeta." Frieza walked towards the doors. He halted when he realized that Zarbon was not behind him. He turned to face his handsome minion. "Zarbon, we are leaving."

"Yes, lord Frieza, but the slave-"

"Belongs to Vegeta," Frieza told him "Don't be a spoiled brat. You have hundreds of slaves of your own."

Zarbon sent Bulma a lustful glance. He thought that Frieza would have claimed the voluptuous tidbit. She would have made a fine slave for both of them.

"My lord," he protested.

"We are leaving, Zarbon," Frieza said more sternly.

Zarbon clenched his teeth in anger and said, "Yes, lord Frieza."

Vegeta watched as they both left. When the doors were closed behind them, the woman ran into his arms and buried her face in his chest.

Vegeta embraced her. He had missed her. The fact stunned him. When had he come to rely on this woman's presence so much? Without her, he felt empty, alone. Now that they were reunited, the emptiness was gone. His desperation for her had turned into burning need.

Vegeta did not understand. Perhaps he was coming too soft like his father had said. Or, perhaps he had truly found his life mate in the blue haired slave. He thanked his Saiyan ancestors that his father had not suspected the truth behind his cleverly contrived lies.

*****

*Falls to the ground in exhaustion* There, it is done. Now I have to concentrate on writing the next sequel *whimper, sob* Don't really know the name of it yet, but I'll think of something. Also, I might incorporate a flash back of what Vegeta and his father were talking about. ^_^