Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Together We Are Slaves ❯ Chapter 2

Bulma showed Vegeta the small apartment. It had a small kitchen and a medium sized bathroom. It only had one room, but this was no problem for Bulma to solve.

“You will sleep in the bed with me,” she stated. “Unless you wish to sleep on the floor, but Lord Frieza would be very displeased.” She frowned.

“You dislike him,” he stated with certainty. Bulma looked at him in shock. “I could hear it in your tongue and see it in the way you looked at Frieza. He is not your lord, but you respect him so that you may live.”

“You are very perspective,” she said. “I was brought to him at the tender age of three with my mom. He had taken her from our mother planet, Earth.” He could hear the sadness in her voice. The light in the room was bright enough that he could see her expressions very easily. “He took my mother as a pleasure slave. After years of servitude, she was killed. I was trained in her place, but never used for that. I became a scientist instead. My intelligence was worth more. I will never forgive him for ruining my life.” She smiled. “Let us not talk of depressing things. We have a lot ahead of us. First, you must never say anything that we discuss in front of the Lord. Second, do not kill or harm any of his soldiers. He does not take kindly to this.” Bulma seemed to smile at this one. “Bow before him and call him Sire or Lord at all times.” Vegeta frowned as she spouted out rules. “I know that you hate being like this, trust me, I know,” she said as she pointed to her ankle. On the ankle was a small, gold bracelet. Vegeta realized that she too was being controlled. “I had great power as a child, but when I first saw him attack my mother, I well, let's just say that I injured him.” Vegeta looked shocked. “I was too. I am still trying to find my race.” There was hard knock on the metallic door that drew the pair's attention. Bulma answered. “Zarbon!” she said happily. “What are you doing here? I thought that you were on a mission.” Bulma gave him a quick kiss. Vegeta frowned in disgust. “Oh,” she said as she noticed Zarbon's quizzical look. “This is Vegeta. Frieza stole him from Vegeta-sei.” Zarbon nodded toward the Saiyan, his eyes still uncertain. “Vegeta,” she said as she turned to the other male. “This is my boyfriend, Zarbon. He is Frieza's right hand man, but truly he hates the man.” Zarbon nodded. “He too, was taken as a kid.” Vegeta was not interested in this changeling's history. He hated the man that owned the woman next to him. Even though he had known her less than a day, she seemed to pull at him. Her eyes called to him. They told of her pain, her anger, and her hidden emotion that he could not decipher. The couple stood close to each other, but there seemed to be some hidden canyon that parted them. Bulma held the changeling hand, but Vegeta could see that it was a shove of emotion on both parts. “So, my love,” she said. “What is on the agenda today?” Zarbon looked down at her, his disappointment clear in his eyes.

“Babe, sorry to tell you, but Frieza sent me down to take your new toy from you for the day. He is to be trained to fight for Frieza, besides being a common slave.” Bulma groaned. Vegeta did not like this. Something about it stunk. He watched as the two talked. This was going to be a damned long life.

 

Days later Vegeta returned to the small apartment, his body ached, but not a really bad ach, but still he was tired. He had been trained and beaten with no sleep for the last two days and his body was falling out from under him. The room was dark as he entered the dwelling. He could feel Bulma as she slept in the next room. He tore the rest of his cloths off and headed for the shower. He entered the bathroom and headed for the shower/tub. After getting the water to the right temp he stepped under the steaming spray and with a sigh of ease he began to shower unaware of the creature watching from the door. Bulma stared at the naked body of the young prince as the steam blocked some of it and then revealed it to her. He was gorgeous and she had to admit this, but she could not take him. First, she had her own man among many of the reasons, but that did not mean that she could not look. With a sigh she headed back to the bedroom and with a sigh she passed out on the cotton sheets, while Vegeta showered in the next room. He looked around the colorful room. The tile in the tub and shower was black with white speckles. The floor tile was a deep cerulean blue, like Bulma's eyes and the walls had white wallpaper with intricate designs in both black and purple. There were no real feminine items that littered the bathroom, like most women had lying around. There were no hair appliances and no make-up that usually littered the woman's personal space. In fact, the room looked very dark, now that he thought about it. He reached for the black towel that resided next to a purple one on a silver rack next to the shower and after drying off wrapped it around his waist. He would have to ask the woman for an outfit tomorrow. He headed into the dark bedroom after turning off the bathroom lights. Creeping toward her bed he saw that she lay on the right side so he crawled onto the left. He was asleep before his head even touched the black cotton pillowcase.