Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Together We Are Slaves ❯ Chapter 5

When Bulma arrived home later that afternoon she came across Vegeta sleeping on the couch. Smiling she headed for the bedroom, already undressing. Scrounging through her many cloths she finally found one perfect for what she would be doing for the rest of the day.

 

Vegeta awoke to Bulma in his face, her cloths different from before.

“Wake up, my prince,” she said sweetly. “We have things to do.” He sat up and frowned.

“What do we have to do?” Bulma's smile grew wider.

“Your training,” was her simple answer.

 

Frieza looked down at his right hand man with an unemotional face.

“Your worried that he would say something?” he asked. “That dumb-ass monkey wouldn't be able to put two and two together, much less figure that Bulma is one of his own.” Zarbon looked up at his master and bowed.

“They are idiots,” he said quietly. `But Bulma is one of them and she is a genius.'

 

“My training?” Vegeta inquired, still in a stupor. “And what would that be?”

“A fighter and sex slave,” she said simply. “Right now Frieza just wants you to be a fighter for him, but as you grow older he will require you to become a pleasure slave.” Vegeta growled in disgust. “Follow me. We must train you.” With that she headed for the door, Vegeta following in curiosity. They walked in silence down the corridors, Vegeta's dark eyes never leaving the woman in front of him. As they neared a far part of the ship grunts and screams could be heard. Most were woman screaming out the names of their lovers, this made Vegeta grimace in disgust. Sure, his father had a harem, but he thought that it was disgusting sharing all those women with other men, so he never used any of them. He noticed that her back stiffened a little as they passed the rooms and relaxed when they finally made it into another part of the ship, this one next to the pleasure slaves, but filled with new grunts and screams of pain as warriors exchanged blows. “You will be fighting with some of the greener troops,” she said as they entered the room. “Frieza knows that you are a great fighter. Says that he has seen you in action, so he will not test you. Just wants you to get some exercise.” Vegeta grunted at her words. Sure, Frieza was just so nice. They entered the room and Vegeta frowned. Before him were a lot of green men and I mean they were green men. Bulma smiled. “These are Namekians.”

“Namekians?” Bulma nodded at his confusion.

“They are from Planet Namek. Though very friendly and peaceful, these were enslaved for battle. They did not come willingly,” she said as she looked out at the group of green skinned asexuals. “Threats to kill the Namekian Elder were what brought them to fight for Frieza.” Vegeta looked over what seemed to be about fifty green creatures before him. “You are to train them.” With that she headed back to lean against the wall. Vegeta looked at her and then back to the crew before him.

“All right men!” he yelled.

 

Short, but nice right. So, who is King Vegeta sending as a spy? Will Bulma find out who she is? Find out next time.