Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ True Torture ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Warning: Some severe language; meant in a literal way, of course.

Chapter 1

Vegeta groaned, coming back to the world of the living to realize that he wasn't dead. His eyes snapped open at that realization and he quickly scanned the white-walled room he was in. Had he managed to make it to his pod? Was he in the medical room of Frieza Planet number 89? Why wasn't he in a regeneration tank?

All these questions became answered as a blue-haired head peeped around a just-opening door. The female beamed at him and came the rest of the way into the room, looking much too happy for someone who was facing the Saiyan Prince. In order to stress this, Vegeta scowled at her, but she looked away, dragging something in behind her that looked to be some kind of cart. She walked around the cart and firmly closed the door before turning back to her patient.

It was what was on the cart that Vegeta was now staring at, and not the human. Bulma's grin widened, almost sadistically, as she pushed the cart over beside the bed Vegeta lay on. "Well, good morning. And how are we this wonderful day, hmm?"

Vegeta made to reply, probably with a lot of cursing involved, only to have nothing come out of his opening mouth. In fact, now that he tried, he found he couldn't move period and nothing was restraining him.

The female had the audacity to laugh. "Sorry. I seem to have forgotten that little detail. You see, you're pretty banged up, so I figured, 'Now, Bulma, what exactly can you do to make sure this volatile Saiyan doesn't undo all that work you did to make sure he didn't die on you' and I answered, 'Why, my dear, I drug him'. The loss of speech is an added benefit."

Vegeta opened his mouth, face reddening in rage. Bulma sat back on her heels; looking amused as she imagined all the nice things he was calling her. "Definitely a benefit. I do believe you need your mouth washed out, young man! But, before we do any kind of treatment, I think you're hungry."

She turned from him and picked up a bowl filled to the brim with beef stew. The kind of beef stew that had huge, juicy pieces of meat, thick gravy, and chunks of vegetables that had to be fresh from the garden. Picking up a soupspoon, she turned back to the man, whose lips were now firmly closed, practically dragging the fragrant bowl under his nose and watching with a grin as he took in the smell involuntarily.

His dark eyes flashed up to her own with a malice she almost flinched at, but she took on her mother's face and simply beamed at him. "You are hungry aren't you?" She dipped the spoon into the bowl, bending down as she brought it to his mouth and holding it there. "Hurry up before it drips. It's cooled enough to eat."

Vegeta stared at her for a moment, not heeding her words; then flicked his gaze to the quite delectable-looking food. He sniffed it again, wondering if the little female had poisoned it. Finally, a grumbling stomach that insisted it hadn't eaten in a year; which it hadn't in actuality; and the thought that she obviously wanted him alive for some reason overcame his caution. He took the spoon in his mouth, swallowing quickly in order to fill his now gnawing stomach.

Making a pleased sound, Bulma scooted a chair under her with a foot and took a seat, smiling at Vegeta and again spoon-feeding him. He seemed to be chafing under the fact that he had to take the food this way, for the fifth time she went to feed him, his mouth stayed stubbornly closed, eyes trying to murder her.

"I know you aren't full. I know how much Goku eats and I have a feeling you eat the same amount, if not more. Now, if you refuse to eat this way, I'll have to feed you through a tube and that is not a comfortable thing. Besides, even if you could move, you wouldn't be able to lift your arm enough to eat. You certainly wouldn't be able to sit up. You're too injured."

She could see the questions dancing in his eyes now and her grin widened. "Come on and eat some more and I'll tell you what you obviously want to know."

Vegeta looked at her for a while and then complied. Bulma made him take a couple more bites before starting her attack. "You know that one guy you killed? The one with the long hair, scar on his cheek; the first to die?"

Vegeta's eyes narrowed and he again stopped eating the food. Bulma pushed the spoon at his mouth suggestively, waiting until he took it to continue. "That was my boyfriend. Sure, we'd been on and off for a couple of years, but I fully intended on marrying the man. You know, living together forever, having kids, that sort of thing. He had a easy smile, even easier laugh."

Vegeta turned his face this time as the spoon descended to his mouth, face set in a sneer. He obviously wanted to say something derogatory about the deceased man.

Bulma smiled in spite of a sudden urge to slap him. "Oh, don't you look as smug as a cat? Beaten by three weak humans, lying in a bed at the mercy of a woman, having to listen to her even though you don't want to hear. Yes, you must be so proud of all the nothing you have accomplished."

Vegeta's eyes were once again dancing with rage as they locked onto her's. Either this girl was very stupid or very smart; he couldn't tell which. Either way, she was proving to be dangerous. As he moved his lips to mouth what exactly she could do with her words, she stuffed another spoonful of meat and vegetables in his mouth, almost making him choke.

She laughed again. "Sorry. You know, despite you killing my boyfriend, I'm happy. You want to know why?" She raised an eyebrow at him, smirking.

Vegeta forced the bite of food down, not wanting to lose it, and glared at her. No, he didn't want to know, but he couldn't tell her that. She'd probably just laugh at him again and tell him anyways. Oh, he was so going to kill her when he got free. No, he was going to torture her as she was him and then kill her, nice and slow.

"Well, since you killed Piccolo, our dragonballs are gone. So we can't wish anyone back." As he started to grin in humor, she matched him, making him falter slightly. Was she mad?

"But you gave us a very useful piece of information. What was it you said? Oh yeah," her voice deepened to imitate him and he scowled, "'So it's true that there are globes that grant wishes on the Planet Namek…. If we don't get them here…we should just go there'. Or something like that. Anyway, while you've been out-cold, I've been studying your space-pods. We can't use them since they're only one-seaters, but we can use them to upgrade a spaceship my father's making. By two months, Goku will be healed and it'll be ready to go."

She smiled once again and put down the now empty bowl to pick up a bowl of freshly chopped fruit and a fork. "Now, this is good stuff. I had some of it for breakfast." She chuckled at the wholly disgusted look he was giving her. "Okay, ok. Enough torture. I'll stop talking for the rest of the time you eat. Then I'm off to see Goku in the hospital and tell him the news about the spaceship. Do you realize he's going to be able to train while in it? Dad made it so the thing can emulate gravity. It'll go all the way to 100G's, per Goku's request."

As Vegeta's glare became even darker, Bulma giggled. "Sorry. I talk too much."

Vegeta could wholeheartedly agree but was at least satisfied that the girl kept her word and didn't utter another word, except to say bye as she left, empty cart in tow.

Vegeta glanced around the room, soaking in the girl's words and his predicament. Either the girl was stupid enough to think she could change him somehow with this form of comfortable imprisonment, or she was a genius and using this as revenge. She had said that Kakarott would heal in two months and had seemed pretty confident about it. How could she be that sure? Did they have something like a regeneration tank on this backwater planet? Considering the way the girl talked, extremely intelligently, and the bit about the ship and the gravity functions of it, Vegeta wouldn't have been surprised. It seemed he had underestimated this little planet.

He smirked as he glanced outside the window on his left to sunny skies and a cool breeze. Oh, he wouldn't be doing that again. The girl would make a mistake, or someone else would. He would be free and healed and that much stronger. The humans seemed ignorant on that part at least. He would deal with the girl's friends; the few fighters left, for the fun of it, kill Kakarott, and lastly the girl. Then he would take that spaceship and head for Namek, destroying Earth on the way out.

For now, however, he was going to one-up the girl. She thought she could play games with him? Well, as Nappa had said, Vegeta loved to play games. He would play to her rules, and bend them and her to his own. She would learn the mistake of toying with the Saiyan Prince.

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Bulma hummed a tune she couldn't remember the words to as she prepared the Saiyan's lunch. Her mother had asked her if she wanted her to fix and feed the man since he seemed 'such a nice man'. Bulma had rolled her eyes, a gesture not seen by her constantly oblivious mother, and told her that she would do it herself. Like all 'projects' she took on, she preferred to do them alone and in her own way. Already, her parents and friends were becoming a nuisance in that department. She thought back to the scene in the hospital and couldn't stop a little groan.

"Are you sure, Bulma? I mean, what if the medicine wears off and you're not home to give it? He could hurt your parents or anything." Goku made a comic sight, all but his head covered by the stasis container, and even that had bandages on it.

Bulma rolled her eyes. "Don't worry! I set up a timer to tell me thirty minutes before it's time for a re-dose and then every ten minutes after. I even instructed mom and dad on it." She grinned, noted the sour look still on Goku's face, and frowned. "Stop being such a prude, worry wart! I'm having fun!"

Goku shook his head slowly, as if going any faster would be detrimental to his health. "This isn't a game, Bulma. Vegeta's a killer!"

Bulma folded her arms across her chest. "Really? Then why'd you try to stop Krillin from killing him?"

Goku shrugged minutely, flushing at the slight rebuke. "He was a good fighter. I wanted to fight him again…. But I didn't want to drug him and take away his freedom of movement and speech. And I don't want him on Earth while I'm in here!"

Bulma laughed lightly, brushing aside his concern. "That's exactly why I drugged him! You're in here, so I basically have to…. Anyways, that wasn't why I came…."

Bulma had then proceeded to explain to Goku about the ship she and her father were setting up to get him to Namek. At first, he had protested, not wanting to leave Earth with a homicidal maniac on it. Bulma had once again pressed the fact that she had the Saiyan drugged and unable to do anything but give mean looks. He finally relented as she reminded him that Gohan would be staying. Krillin was taking the trip with his best friend.

Bulma stopped in front of the door, listening to frustrated grunts and groans coming from the other side. There were five minutes until his medication wore off. She could've given him the shot earlier, but she liked the idea that he might be thinking that she had forgotten or something.

Beaming brightly, she entered the room backwards, dragging the cart in behind her. She heard a muffled sound and looked at the source, grinning mischievously at the man who seemed to be trying to lever himself up. His face was contorted in concentration but he had stilled immediately upon hearing the door, dark eyes boring into her. She could almost shiver under that gaze. If not for that drug, she'd be cowering in a corner.

"Well, well. What are we up to? You didn't think I'd forgotten about you, did you? I'd never forget such an important guest in our house!" She placed a hand on her cheek delicately as she brought the cart over to his bedside, picking up the syringe filled with a blue-green liquid and flicking the needle tip of it in a suggestive manner toward Vegeta.

She watched the Saiyan's mouth move, holding the needle above him. She arched a brow, deciding one word wouldn't hurt the man. "Go ahead. You can speak." The lofty tones made the alien's teeth clench before he tried again.

The words came out breathy and soft, but the malice laced in them was unmistakable. "…fu- you…." The first word could not be clearly stated, but Bulma knew what he was saying.

She stared down at the man for a moment before grinning. "My word! That was some harsh language. We're going to have to curb that tongue until you learn some manners." She leaned down then, taking his arm in a non-gentle hold and piercing his skin with the needle, injecting the fluid quickly and smoothly taking the needle back out.

She rubbed the puncture spot absently as she set up the food she had prepared him. "Let's see…pork chops in honey bar-b-que, green beans with potatoes, a nice garden salad, and some pie for dessert." She winked conspiratorially at him. "You get better food than Goku! There's nothing worse then hospital food."

Seeing the glare he was giving her and the way his teeth were bared, Bulma decided to throw him off a little. She leaned into his face, moving her head to his ear at the last second. Her long hair brushed his chin and she saw his jaw clench from the corner of her eye. "I'd much rather fuck you anyway." She leaned back up, watching as his face went from wide-eyed shock, to flushed embarrassment, and finally settled on rage.

His mouth moved in such a manner that she knew she was supposed to read his lips. She watched carefully, and he obliged her by repeating the word until she understood it.

'Whore.'

She frowned. "Really? I'm sure you'd know all about that. Mercenaries tend to go toward raping and drinking, after all. Besides, from what I've heard…" she smirked evilly, "…there are no complaints about me. You, however, leave something to be desired."

His face took on another look of shock as he realized what she meant. His bodysuit and armor had been badly damaged during the fight, yet he was wearing some kind of shorts and a t-shirt. Was she implying that she'd undressed him?

Bulma chuckled at the wary look he now gave her. Oh, she hadn't undressed him. She'd let her dad take care of dressing his wounds and body. She really didn't want to see anything this alien did or didn't have. Still, it was fun to tease.

"Now, enough talk. Eat." She picked up the knife and fork and cut into the tender meat, watching as the Saiyan's eyes moved immediately to the movement and latched there. He watched the steam rise from the laden fork as it was lowered to his mouth and did not hesitate this time as it was placed on his willing tongue. He chewed for a few moments before nodding in approval and waiting for the next bite.

Bulma immediately saw what the Saiyan was doing. He was acting as if Bulma was serving him, as if a servant was serving him. Her teeth gritted for a moment before she visibly calmed, seeing Vegeta catch the expression and grin.

The Saiyan wanted a battle? So be it. She'd give him one. "So, what do you think will happen after Goku gets back? Then Piccolo will be back. Then we'll use the Earth dragonballs to wish back everyone else back.

"Personally, I think I should let Yamcha kick your butt while you're-tied up like this. Quite degrading, don't you think?" She paused, not having stopped her feeding process. She jerked the fork as it entered his mouth, smearing sauce over his lips. As his tongue tried to dart out and catch it, she laughed lightly, wiping his face before he could get to it. "You're as messy as a baby! Maybe that's what I should call you, huh? Baby Veggie? I like the sound of that!"

He raised his upper lip in a snarl that he couldn't voice. As she put the fork to his lips again and he took it, she smirked. He was too easy to control.

Vegeta mirrored her smirk, before throwing his head forward and launching what was in his mouth at her face, hitting her point blank across her nose and lips. She reared back with an angry hiss, knocking over her chair and almost tipping the cart over. Spit, sauce, and half-chewed meat slid down her skin as she reached up a hand and shakily smeared a hand over her face, trying hard not to notice the soundless laughter Vegeta was making.

She calmly reached over and grabbed a towel, wiping her face off. Even though the mess was gone, she could still feel it's wet warmth on her and smell the combined scent of bar-b-que, pork chops, and Saiyan. It was that last that almost made her lean over and vomit.

She stared at him for a long moment, waiting until his mouth stopped moving and he merely sneered at her. "I bet you think that was real funny, don't you? Well, news flash! No food for you!" He frowned lightly and she mocked his own sneer, aiming it at him.

He didn't seem to like this and raised his lips to growl again. He seemed especially frustrated that he couldn't express his frustration properly. However, his mouth still formed a word that she easily read. 'Bitch.'

She nodded, smirking and folding her arms across her chest. "You got that right! Did you really think we'd-I'd let you just get away with what you've done? You want to ruin lives? Let's see what happens when yours is ruined."

His face took on an expression that her eyes widened at. He seemed to be-laughing. She really didn't see what was funny, but shrugged it off. That is, until she heard a distinct and male voice reverberate in her head.

'Do you think you could actually ruin my life? Baka onna! You have no idea of what ruination is! I've seen it countless times, on millions of faces and thousands of worlds! I see it every time I look in the mirror!'

Bulma put both her hands to her ears, jerking back so quickly that the cart did tip over, spilling its contents in dark stains on the floor. "Get out of my head!" Her eyes were wide and her breathing was quite labored. Was this was a heart attack felt like?

She was convinced it wasn't when Vegeta's own black eyes widened and his breath hitched audibly. 'She can hear me?'

Bulma nodded her head. "Yes! Now get out!"

Vegeta titled his head to one side. 'Interesting. I wonder how-'

"Shut up!" She walked backwards, going toward the door, her hand fumbling behind her for the comfort of the knob.

Vegeta's expression could only be described as amused. 'Whatever has happened, I'll turn it to my advantage. So, human, how does it feel to be tortured? No, don't leave.'

He smirked evilly. 'Besides, I don't think any amount of distance can save you from a mental voice….'

She tried to block out the laughter that echoed through her head as she found the knob, twisted hard, and flung the door open, stumbling out and running down the hall. The bad thing was, he was right. Even as she ran, she still heard his laughter.

A/N: Well, I know where it's going now! ^_^ Thanks for mentioning the human-blood-in-Vegeta thing. I didn't quite get that at first. I see now though. Well…that was interesting. I'm glad of the great response. Stay tuned for more!

Lupa: Went nuts on my stories, eh? I'm flattered. I'm working on that one. I just got an idea to make an otherwise boring chapter interesting….

Kichi: Okay…. So she's thinking clearly having extramarital sex with an alien Prince? Ha, missed the memo on that one! ^_~

Elbereth in April: I did. Well, it'll definitely be on next chapter. Right now, it's setting the stage time! Then comes-my goodness-plot! But thanks for reminding me! You made the next chapter-interesting….

Debido: Epic? *groans* Shoot! I wasn't seeing that, but you may be right. I have an idea of where it's going, but I have no idea how long it'll take to get there!

Cka3ka: Thank you! ^_^

Dbz728: As opposed to being kept dead on Earth with Goku and them? J/K It makes for interesting conversation, eh? Lol

Susan: Hm, no. And yet, yes. Which answer to which question? Find out next time on DB:TT(?) lol You're good. You sure you're not a psychic when it comes to JB? I mean, I know you're psycho…. Lol J/K

Little-princess: Happy to oblige. ^_^

IneiTenshi: Addictions are good…. Ah, yes, you get credit for this chaos. The next chapter will also be yours for the madness that will ensue…. If you hadn't of mentioned the blood, I would've forgotten it! Lol

Masamune: I think I almost make her *too* sadistic! Funny if she tortures Vegeta? Well, not physically, but definitely torturing the pride and dignity! Lol

Meow: But Masamune just said that Bulma hurting Vegeta would be funny. Really, it just left a cold lump in my stomach…. Ah, yes, I have a weird father and brother too. I can just imagine how twisted this story was with *that* as the theme song. Kinda like reading it with cheery Christmas music…. O.o; I'm glad I made you empathetic to his pain. Everyone enjoys those kind of fics. I enjoy it cause you know Vegeta's gonna kick ass! Have you read any of Lisalu's fics? I'll rec them to you! http://www.adimra.100megs6.com/lisalu/reddragon.html I have to tell you, her stories are much more angst than mine!

Catgirl: I hope you were sane enough to read this! Lol

JadedBest: Thank you for disposing of the waste Vegeta. Yes, I didn't actually kill Yamcha in this one, but he is dead. Happy Snoopy Dance! O.o; Okay, I've officially been watching too much BTVS! Spike! *drool* Yep, you're blamed for this mess! You and your 'human blood' thing! Dam-no, I will not cuss with the Christmas tree up. Why does that have anything to do with it? *shrugs* Good excuse? Yeah. Next chapter dedicated 1/3 to you…. *sighs* This just got 'epic'. Vegeta, it is now, officially creepy, not disgusting…. O.o