Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Together We Are Slaves ❯ Chapter 3

The next morning Vegeta awoke to Bulma's screaming.

“What the fuck do you mean by that?” He heard another voice talk; this one was deep and masculine.

“It is the rules. You know this.” There was the sound of skin on skin and then a thump that caused the walls to shudder.

“I know of these rules, but this is not my job!” Additional noises followed the voices that led him to deem that the two were quarrelling. “Yamcha,” the girl growled, warning in her low voice. “Just because I damaged your ego eons ago does not give you the right to treat me like shit!” One more thump that shook the walls and a very pissed Bulma entered the bedroom. “Don't say one fucking word,” she warned the Sayian on the bed.

“I wasn't,” he shot back.

“Good!” she yelled back as she grabbed some cloths and headed for the bathroom. Vegeta slipped out of bed and headed into the other room, his eyes falling to the dark haired man on the floor by the door. The man could have been a Sayian, except for the lack of one furry appendage. His skin was tan and his hair flew everywhere as it fell down his back in a ponytail. He had two scars that ran across his eye and cheek. He wore a white `gi' that had a purple symbol on it that Vegeta assumed was Frieza's mark, since he had the colors of Ice-jin on him. With a kick on the leg the man let out a groan. Vegeta smirked at the frown that creased the man's brow. Bulma had called him Yamcha. More like Yam head. “His little friend will come for him in a minute. I let her know that he was causing shit again,” Bulma said as she entered the room in her black spandex. She did not even stutter when she saw his nude form before her, but inside she was shuddering in lust. He was gorgeous and she wanted him for herself. With a mental shake she headed for the kitchen to make some breakfast.

“So, what are you?” he asked. Bulma frowned as she made some pancakes and tater-tots.

“I am the slave mistress along with lead scientist. The man in the other room is Yamcha, he is the slave master.” Vegeta nodded in understanding. “You, you are my servant.” Vegeta frowned.

“No way am I being a slave to you!”

“You are not a slave! You have no choice anyway!” she growled angrily at him. “You are Frieza's property now! Get used to it! I had to and now you do!” with that said she left the room. Vegeta looked down at his plate that she had filled as they had talked. He began to eat the food as he had not eaten in several hours and Sayians needed to eat to stay alive. After eating his meal he looked into the main room only to find himself alone. Apparently she had just stormed out without telling him where she was going. Well, he was going to find her. He stormed to the door, his every intent to find the blue haired woman. His hand touched the door and he was thrown back as a shock coursed through his muscular body. His hair smoked as he got up, his onyx eyes burned with rage as he glared at the door.

“What the fuck?” he asked the empty room. `She can't keep me in with just a shock system. It will take more than that to keep the Prince of all Sayians in a room!' With an energy blast ready he posed in front of the door. With a cry he let the blue energy ball go. It hit the steel door and with a sucking sound was absorbed into the metal. Vegeta looked in shock at the door. How was he to get out of here? He looked around him and saw a window on the far wall. He moved over to it and looked out into the night. Wait, night? Yes, he was sure that it was nighttime, but didn't Bulma just make breakfast? He was confused. Then he noticed the white flakes of snow that began to drift from the skies. He had only seen snow once and that had been when he was a boy and had been shown pictures of a planet called Ice. Was this Ice? Yes, it was. Frieza was an Ice-jin so this must be Ice. Vegeta looked around the room. What was he to do in this damn room?

 

Bulma looked down at the scientist as they ran around trying to fix the machines that she had given them blueprints for. Her mind was not on them though. It was on the Sayian that resided in her room. She had lied to him. She knew what she was. She had come from Earth, but she was not an Earthling. It was her little secret. Not even Zarbon knew and he lay with her when she slept over, but he was in the dark. Frieza was not any smarter than them. Her mother had kept her own race a secret by removing her mark of her race When Bulma had been born to her she had also had the trait of her race, but at the tender are of two had had it removed. Her mother was a seer and had foreseen Frieza's coming. She had to protect her daughter and this was the way that she had known how. Bulma had admired her mother and even though she had not inherited her seer powers, she still had these dreams that led her into weird paths, like the ones she took in life. One dream that she could remember having since she was a kid was one that led to great power and a young boy with dirty red brown hair. It was upswept and his eyes were a piercing onyx that could see into your soul. Bulma shook her head, her thoughts clear she looked back down at her crew. Just then a young girl walked in, her black eyes shinned as her blue hair did.

“Hello, Puar. Did you retrieve him?” The girl nodded.

“It was hard with that man in your house. He tried to get out while I was in there, but I stopped him with that one device that you gave me. Pissed him the hell off, I tell you. He glared death at me. I was so freaking scared that he was going to blast me into oblivion.” Bulma chuckled at her friend.

“He would do it, but he would never get out of that room and Frieza would probably make me punish him.” Puar nodded. Bulma looked back down at the crew again as Puar headed back to her room, where Yamcha lay knocked out.

 

What do you think? I know that these are short, but that is how they are going to be for a while. Thanks again to my reviewers!