Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Taking of Bulma ❯ The Secret Unveiled ( Chapter 5 )

The Secret Unveiled by Kaialicious

Disclaimer: I do not own nor make any profit from DragonBall Z or its characters and merchandising. DragonBall Z is the property of Akira Toriyama.

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

Author's Note: This is the sequel to The Temperamental Frieza.

-Japanese Words and Meanings-

*Hai-Yes

*Onna- Woman

*****

He had sent her to the baths with Thaala. He had detested seeing her in the perverse outfit. He had wanted to burn the ridiculous thing to ashes.

How dare Frieza and his bastard lackey insult his woman? He had half a mind to go after them, but he checked his anger. It would be foolhardy to attack the lizard when he was traveling with an army as his entourage. Vegeta would be outnumbered and his people would suffer for his carelessness.

He wished that the woman had obeyed him. She had never learned her place. He saw that now. She had been the most unruly slave that he had ever dealt with.

She called him by his name, not his royal title -something that Vegeta had expressly forbidden her to do. She challenged his commands. What slave would take such risks with a Saiyan? Even Thaala knew when he was not to be questioned, but this one…this one was different.

This one made him long for her presence.

Vegeta told himself that he should not give in to this weakness. It was unheard of -a Saiyan relying so deeply on his slave. Every Saiyan knew that slaves were for rutting. Nothing more was expected from them than that. But the Earth woman…

He shook his head to clear his thoughts. It had to be a foolish infatuation, a result of his accidental mating with her.

And yes, it was accidental, he told himself. He should not have even acknowledged it.

"Prince Vegeta," a guard approached him. "A missive has arrived from lord Frieza's ship."

What did the blasted lizard want now?

When Vegeta went to retrieve the message, he discovered Zarbon's image on the viewing screen.

"Did you like the little ensemble your slave was wearing?" Zarbon asked. He was grinning, and his eyes were filled with spite. "Consider it as a gift from me to you."

"I do not think that anyone deserves such a gift."

Zarbon's smile dropped at Vegeta's insult. The blue alien's gaze narrowed. He pursed his lips and then smiled. "Your slave made an excellent sleeping companion. I see why you kept her for yourself."

The barb would have angered him had he smelled evidence of Zarbon's claim on her. The alien was merely trying to rile him.

"Yes, she is unusually feral," Vegeta said, "but you already know that, having slept with her."

Zarbon's eyes widened. Vegeta wanted to laugh. Zarbon was a complete fool if he thought that he could goad Vegeta and get away with it.

"Surely you do not want her now that lord Frieza and I have sampled her wares," Zarbon pressed. "Sell her to me."

"What ever for? She is an important asset to me. She has notable talents."

"Indeed she does," Zarbon agreed.

"She is a scientist, you know."

This information shocked the pretty alien. It was another blow. Frieza collected scientists as well. It was possible that had they known this before, Frieza would have taken the woman with them.

Zarbon made a sound of aggravation and glowered at Vegeta. "A scientist…lord Frieza will want to hear of this. Why did you not tell us before?"

"I was never asked," Vegeta smirked.

"You purposely hid this information!" Zarbon accused. "Frieza demands loyalty from his followers!"

"I have been loyal to him my whole life. I have done everything that he has asked of me -purged galaxies, overthrown monarchs, annihilated entire civilizations. Do not tell me that I am not loyal."

"You dare to speak to me that way!"

"You dare to provoke me, and for what, a slave who detests you."

Something rippled beneath the alien's skin.

"She is far too good for the likes of you."

Yes, something was definitely moving beneath the alien's flesh.

"Now run along and be a nice little lackey," Vegeta taunted him.

"WHAT!"

"Hail Frieza." Vegeta smirked then ended their transmission, but not before he heard Zarbon give a frustrated scream of outrage.

Vegeta thought that perhaps he had pushed the alien too far. Zarbon had influence over Frieza and if Vegeta had angered the blue alien, his lizard lover could take action against him. But Vegeta did not think that Zarbon would reveal to Frieza why he had been talking to Vegeta in the first place. Taking Bulma with them had already been a closed issue. Zarbon would have been foolish to go behind Frieza's back and still pursue it.

Such turmoil and all for a blue haired slave.

The sensible thing would be to get rid of her, as his father suggested. But he could not. A part of her was engrained within him. Damn it, she was his addiction. He could not let her go. No, he would not get rid of her. He would not give her to another. She belonged to him. He had rightfully claimed her as his own, and not even his father's order could make him stop wanting her.

*****

Bulma roughly scrubbed her skin for the third time. She still felt soiled by Zarbon and Frieza's touch.

Thaala understood her feelings and helped her wash away their taint.

At one point, Bulma broke down into tears.

"It is all right now. The prince has returned," Thaala tried to soothe her.

"Stupid Zarbon! Stupid Frieza!" Bulma ranted. "Oh Kami, I can still feel their hands on me!"

Goosebumps rose on her flesh. Thaala had never seen such a reaction. She gasped and asked Bulma, "Are you ill? Should I take you to the infirmary?"

"What? No, not unless they have triple strength scouring washcloths."

Thaala relaxed.

"Oh, Thaala. If you hadn't come when you did, he would have…" she shuddered and cried anew.

This woman certainly has a proclivity for tears, Thaala thought. She found it hard to believe that the prince found the female attractive. Her emotions were riotous.

Thaala frowned. She had to toughen up the girl. "Stop crying!"

Bulma stared at her and yelled, "Stop bullying me, Thaala!"

Thaala dunked her head under the water. She came up sputtering and glared at Thaala with her blue eyes.

"What did you do that for?"

"Because I could," Thaala replied.

Bulma shrieked and splashed water on her. Thaala swallowed a mouth full of water on her. Bulma laughed. Thaala responded by splashing her in turn.

Their antics evolved into a free fall water-splashing event. The ivory baths filled with their noisy squeals and laughter.

For a brief moment, Thaala had made Bulma forget her ordeal.

*****

When Bulma entered Vegeta's chambers, a bit of her fear had returned. She simply couldn't get the images of Zarbon and Frieza out of her head.

Thaala had found a long warm dress for her. It was nothing like the contraption that Zarbon had forced her to wear and it was different from what she was used to. The soft blue dress gave her some comfort in that it wasn't revealing. It reminded her of the dresses princesses wore in fairy tales. All that was missing was a conical hat and veil.

She and Thaala were on good terms now. Of course, Bulma was still jealous that she had to share Vegeta with the dark haired woman, but from what Thaala had told her, she and Vegeta had not slept together in over a year. Much of that was because Vegeta had been gone from home a full year.

Bulma rubbed her arms. Vegeta's chambers were quiet. Thaala had gone to help the servants. She had told Bulma to rest, but Bulma knew that she wouldn't. She was tired, but not tired enough to sleep. She was afraid that if she closed her eyes, she would see Zarbon and Frieza leering at her.

Vegeta's scent was all over the bed. Bulma felt as if she was surrounded by his strength.

A sudden awareness claimed her. Vegeta was coming.

The Saiyan prince entered the room. Bulma felt a rush of elation at the sight of him.

Her unusual link with him seemed to be genuine. She wondered what had caused this phenomenon between them.

"Vegeta," she said with a small smile and then hastily added, "master."

He raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

Bulma shyly lowered her gaze.

"Hmm…" Vegeta sat down on the bed, his spine stiff with tension.

She was acting strangely. She had almost made him choke by calling him master. All the time that she was his slave, she had never once called him master. She had called him by his title and boldly by his name despite numerous warnings, but never master.

"Do not call me that," he told her, feeling uncomfortable hearing the word on her lips.

"Yes, my prince."

He stretched out on the bed beside her, laid on his stomach. He folded his arms beneath his chin and closed his eyes.

Frieza had sent another missive, prompted by Zarbon, no doubt. Vegeta was surprised at Zarbon's determination. He did not think that Zarbon would have had the balls to tell Frieza about Bulma's intelligence. The alien had probably made up some story, and made it seem as if Vegeta had contacted him instead of the other way around.

Frieza had shown no sign of anger. He had merely inquired about Vegeta's talented beauty.

"A scientist and a slave," he had said. "You really know how to pick them, Vegeta. I could not help but notice those bite marks on her flesh. What do they mean I wonder?"

"Nothing," Vegeta had told him. "I like to bite."

Frieza had laughed. "Most amusing, but you know -I studied much about your Saiyan culture. It is strange how one little bite can change everything."

He had known that the woman was Vegeta's mate. Vegeta had neither denied nor confirmed his assumption.

"A scientist, but not a slave, Vegeta," Frieza had gone on to say. He had then ended the message.

Frieza was far too clever for a lizard.

The woman surprised him when she suddenly straddled his hips and pressed her fingers into his back.

Vegeta started and asked her, "What are you doing?"

"I'm giving you a massage. Just relax." She kneaded the muscles in his back, biting her lip as she touched the delightfully golden expanse.

She massaged the area just beneath his nape and smiled when she heard him groan.

"I bet that feels good," she said softly.

Bulma continued to work on the tense Saiyan. "Has Thaala ever done this for you?"

"What?" Vegeta sounded exhausted.

"Thaala," Bulma repeated. "Has she ever done this for you?"

Vegeta thought about this for a moment and said, "No. It was not required of her."

Bulma continued to work on him in silence. Vegeta closed his eyes and let her rub the tension out of him. He was on the brink of sleep when he felt the woman's fingers kneading the base of his tail. Surely, she did not realize what she was doing. He felt the press of her naked breasts against his bare back. His eyes shot open. Bulma kissed his nape and nipped his ear with her teeth.

"Onna…" he whispered gruffly.

Bulma lay against him and told him, "Have you ever noticed how well our bodies fit together, Vegeta?" She moved her hips, inciting his ardor.

Vegeta turned and within the span of a second, he had her pinned beneath him.

"Yes, I have noticed," he replied.

"Have you also noticed how good it is between us when we make love?"

"You can never be silent, can you, woman?"

"Bulma," she corrected him with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"You will be the death of me," he said and took her lips.

He did not know what kind of game she was playing, but he was putting a stop to it immediately.

"Please Vegeta," she begged, "make me forget that I ever met Zarbon and Frieza."

Her words stopped him cold.

Those bastards.

Perhaps he had hesitated too long, because tears began to fall from her eyes.

They were too much for him. He sat up and pulled her into his embrace. He kissed her, and silenced her sobs. But he soon found that one kiss was not enough.

He showered her face with kisses -her forehead, her cheeks, and her chin. He kissed her throat, found one of his deftly placed marks on her shoulder and gently nipped at it.

He would not mark her, not this time. She needed his comfort. He would not terrify her with one of his violent bites.

"I only want you touching me," she said, her hands clinging to him. Her sapphire blue eyes moistened with more tears.

Those fucking bastards, he thought.

"Love me Vegeta, please," she pleaded.

Vegeta tenderly drew her down on to her back. He carefully removed her gown. His eyes narrowed as he found several bruises on her body. They appeared to have been made by a not so gentle hand.

Had Frieza done this to her? No, the marks were long and slender instead of short.

Zarbon.

Vegeta clenched his fists, crumpling the bed covers on either side of Bulma. He felt as if he himself had been violated.

Look at what he has done to you!

She was his mate and the bastard had hurt her. If he had not returned in time, what other horrors would he have brought upon her?

Vegeta bent his head and kissed the ugly bruises. In Vegeta's mind, he envisioned her as perfection, and now, her smooth, voluptuous body had been desecrated.

Yes, onna, I will make you forget. I will give you exactly what you want.

He enveloped a plump, pink nipple in his mouth and lightly pulled on it with his teeth. Bulma sighed. He tested the hardness of the nipple with the tip of his tongue, and then sucked it back into his mouth.

Bulma's fingers caressed his back. "Vegeta…"

"Mmmm…"

She gasped as she felt his tail move up her thighs. She parted her legs for the furry appendage and whimpered as it touched her core. The extension of Vegeta pushed past her pink nether lips and thrust deep within her.

"Aah!"

Vegeta saw the look of pleasure that crossed her face. The events of the past did not exist. There was only Vegeta and he was all that she needed.

He worked her into frenzy, stroked and caressed her until he pulled her to her first orgasm. Even then, he continued to satisfy her. She clutched at him, shuddered as her spasms wracked her body.

Vegeta curled his tongue over her nipple again and put some pressure on it. Her face reddened with heat. Her softness constricted around his tail. He gripped her hips and held her steady through the second flood that had surprised both of them. This one had come far too quickly.

The undulations made Vegeta groan in response. His cock throbbed to be inside of her.

He waited until her climax had subsided before he extracted his soaked tail. The sweet scent of her nectar filled his lungs.

He lifted his tail to his mouth and tasted her dew. She looked shocked at his boldness. He smirked and groomed more of his tail, enjoying her bewilderment.

He wanted more of her.

He moved down her body and hitched her legs over his shoulders. Bulma's breathing increased as he opened her feminine flower with his lithe tongue. She bit her lip to keep her cries at bay. Vegeta would have none of that and deftly sought out her swollen bud.

"Oooh!" her hands cupped the back of his head and pressed him closer to her.

Vegeta brought his arms around her thighs to touch her breasts, adding more sensations for her to enjoy.

She writhed beneath him, her soft frame pink with passion.

"Hai…" her dialect switched.

"Hmmm…" the sound vibrated from Vegeta's mouth and went straight into her.

"Oh, Kami!" her breasts shook beneath his palms as she came again. Her nipples pulsed from the heat of his hands.

Vegeta devoured the nectar that escaped her. She was much tastier than a nuos berry.

He licked his lips and let his hard chest press against her hot center. He kissed her calf and finally moved over her, ready to make her his.

She wrapped her fingers around him and guided him to her, winced as his length pierced her.

"My onna," Vegeta muttered. He was right where he belonged, inside of her.

Bulma embraced him with her legs and moved with him. She stared up into his eyes, wanting to see his need for her.

Her fingers lightly grazed the base of his tail.

"No onna, not now."

"Hai," she told him.

"You willful woman," he said.

She let his tail slip between her index and middle finger and rubbed her fingertips over the sensitive skin. Vegeta tensed and plunged faster into her sheath.

Her eyes grew heavy as her desire multiplied and burst inside of her almost the same time as the prince.

Vegeta held her as their bodies trembled, wishing that she had not rushed him to release. She said nothing afterwards, and merely let sleep claim her.

Vegeta stroked her long blue mane. The woman burrowed into his warmth.

His scent was on her. He could smell it now, and it was worse than it was before. Vegeta had been a fool to think that no one would notice. His father certainly had when he had first laid eyes on her.

"She stinks of you," King Vegeta had said in disgust when they had eaten in Vegeta's chambers. "Every male Saiyan within a mile can smell your scent on her."

"So I rut with her more than I should. It doesn't matter."

"You know that as the Saiyan prince you cannot show favoritism. It is a weakness, and it leads to certain downfall."

"I do not show her favoritism," Vegeta had protested.

"You lie to me brat?" the king had raised a brow in surprise. "Does she not wear your color, your very armor?"

"Would you have rather that I brought her here naked?" Vegeta had angrily asked.

The king had scowled. A naked woman would have incited a riot among the Saiyan warriors. Vegeta had been right to prevent such a thing.

The king had looked at Vegeta's slave and had said to him, "You say that she is a scientist, and yet she is here with you in your chambers instead of the labs. It is favoritism. I will not have you jeopardize yourself because of her."

"Listen to yourself father. Really."

Bulma had left the room by then, and although a part of him had wanted to know where she was going, he kept his eyes on his father, not wanting to prove to him that he had indeed become infatuated with the woman.

He had allowed Thaala to feed him, hoping that her attentions would have diverted the king's thoughts. His effort had done nothing to assure his father that he did not care for his latest conquest.

Now, even Frieza knew.

Vegeta grinned as she sighed in her sleep. The woman had brought him nothing but complications, but having her at his side was worth every one of them.

*****

"Time to get up, the baths await you."

Bulma groaned as Thaala hit her with a cushion.

"Thaala, not now."

She was still upset that Vegeta had left her. She thought that he would have wanted to spend the day with her in bed. She had been prepared to go on for hours if necessary. Especially since Vegeta had amazing stamina. He had awakened her countless times during the night, sometimes not at all. At those times, her body had roused itself just before she came.

Her face warmed with the memory. She covered her cheeks with her palms and giggled.

Thaala gave her an odd look. "Are you ill again? You have those bumps of yours on your flesh."

Bulma crossed her arms over the sheet that covered her chest. "No. They are just goose bumps, Thaala. Now go away. I don't want a bath right now. I want to sleep, all day if necessary."

"Very well, but Prince Vegeta said that I was to take you to the labs today," Thaala explained.

"Labs?" she sat up and uncrossed her arms. "In that case..."

*****

Thaala had left Bulma alone to explore the labs of Vegetasia on her own. The rooms were smaller than the labs at Capsule Corp., but large nonetheless. They housed a series of alien contraptions that were completely unidentifiable to Bulma.

A brown-skinned alien with large round eyes and a massive round head supported by a stout little body was busily working on a machine that took up half of the room.

Bulma touched the contraption. The little alien looked at her and smiled.

"What is it?" Bulma asked.

"The king's pride and joy, and the bane of my existence."

Bulma heard dismay in the creature's voice.

"This, my dear, is a disrupting device."

Bulma studied the odd-looking creation. "What does it do?"

"What doesn't it do?" the alien asked rhetorically. "It causes havoc among the stars. It takes what was and makes it what never was."

Bulma gave him a blank look.

The alien cleared his throat and said, "It collects living matter and displaces them."

She nodded. "Ah, sort of like Vegeta."

The alien laughed. "That was clever." He bowed to Bulma. "I am Hilyos, master scientist. At least I like to think so."

"I'm Bulma, sometime scientist and slave."

Hilyos was surprised. "You are another Saiyan hostage?"

"Yes."

"Do you mind if I ask how it happened?"

"No." She told him how she had been collected.

Hilyos scratched his head and inquired, "How did you manage to avoid the disrupting ray?"

"What?"

"The disrupting ray was on board the prince's ship. If he entered your planet's atmosphere, then it is most likely that he used it. He collected you after he used it."

Bulma suddenly remembered Vegeta's question.

"How did you survive that blast?" he had asked her.

"What were you doing at the time that made you impervious to the ray?"

Bulma hesitated to tell him.

"You can trust me. We are both prisoners, are we not?"

It was hard for her not to trust him. He seemed sincere and in some ways, he reminded her of her father whom she missed dearly.

"I was working on a project, a Trans Dimensional Unit. I was inside a vortex for most of the day. When I stepped out, I tried to contact home and failed. That's when I realized that something was wrong."

Then Vegeta had appeared in her life, and the rest was history.

"Your project stopped the effects of my ray. Extraordinary."

"I was lucky to have survived. Unfortunately, my family and friends weren't so lucky." Bulma blinked as her eyes stung with emotion. She looked away from the awe struck alien, not wanting him to see her cry.

"They are not dead, you know," Hilyos told her.

"What do you mean they're not dead?"

He looked around the room to be certain that they were the only ones there, then said, "Come with me and I'll show you."

Bulma wiped her eyes and followed Hilyos to the other side of the machine.

Hilyos opened a hidden compartment on the device and beckoned Bulma to look. Bulma peered into it and gasped.

Tiny white clusters of light filled the compartment. There seemed to be millions of them.

"Kami…" she whispered.

"I incorporated the technology of my home planet with raw alien materials to create a holding cell. The device shrinks living matter and redistributes it into small balls of energy. They are kept here for safety," Hilyos explained. "Your family and friends are in here."

"Hilyos," Bulma was at a loss for words.

The heaviness that had been upon her heart was relinquished.

She laughed in joy. "I can't believe it! You are a genius!"

Bulma kissed the alien.

"Oh my!" the old scientist blushed.

Bulma beamed at the clusters of light.

Her smile fell when a thought began to plague her. "Does anyone else know about this?"

"Oh, no!" Hilyos said. "If King Vegeta ever found out, I'd be executed."

Bulma helped him close the containment and told him, "He won't find out Hilyos, I promise."

Bulma glowed with happiness. Her friends, family, and the people of Earth were not dead. They were alive and well and were with Bulma the whole time during her journey. Such good news made her feel like shouting, but doing that would draw unwanted attention. Instead, she put her newfound energy to good use. She helped Hilyos finish off his other projects and then contemplated one of her own.

Vegeta still had her capsule case. If she could duplicate Capsule Corp's primary machine, the dino capsule maker, she could encapsulate the disrupting device and carry it with her. First, she would have to devote a little time to a certain Saiyan in order to get her case back, then, if she was lucky, she would be on the next ship home.

"His ship only responds to him. I wonder if it's the same with all ships…"

Her thoughts halted when she saw Thaala enter the room.

Bulma could not help grinning. The woman would not come any further. The labs were strange to her.

She gestured for Bulma to follow her out into the hall.

Once out of the lab, Bulma grabbed Thaala's hands and jumped up and down laughing. "He didn't kill them! He didn't kill them!"

"Are you…all right?" Thaala asked her.

"I'm great! Kami, my adrenaline is rushing through my veins." She stopped jumping. "I don't suppose that Vegeta is busy right now, is he?"

"The prince is occupied with his father's duties. He will be for some time until King Vegeta returns."

Bulma sighed. No Vegeta outlet today, she thought. What a time for him to be busy!

Why was he always occupied when she wanted him the most? She was so in the mood for him.

"I guess I'll have to work it off in the labs."

"You intend to stay there all day?" Thaala asked incredulously.

Bulma could tell that Thaala had no interest in science what so ever.

"Didn't Vegeta tell you?"

Thaala was oblivious.

"Thaala, Vegeta took me because I am a scientist."

"Maybe, but I do not think that that was the only reason, or the first one," the dark haired woman said.

Bulma blushed. Why did the woman have to be so accurate with her assumptions?

"The prince said that you can stay here as long as you like," Thaala said.

"Why didn't you tell me that before?"

"I didn't think that you'd enjoy the labs." Thaala gave her a look of apology.

"That's okay. You don't have to stay with me. I'll be fine."

"Very well," Thaala left her.

Bulma wondered where the woman was going. She contemplated spying on her, but decided not to. There was important work to be done, and she would recruit Hilyos to aid her in her cause.

*****

This was certainly shorter than the others were, but it is important to the story. Special thanks to BVtBear for motivating me* once again* as well as helping me name the chapter! ^_^