Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Uncertain Future ❯ Saiyan Similarities ( Chapter 3 )

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HEY! Sorry it's taken me so long to update this. I am supposed to be studying for a test right now but I just can't concentrate. And don't scoff at me cause it happens to everybody. Anyway, I'm in a really good mood today so I decided to write this story tonight.

Uncertain Future, Chapter 3: Saiyan Similarities

Bulma followed the guard down the hall, mesmerized by the similarities to her own race. The Saiyan in front of her looked very much like a burly human man, except for the spiky hair, black eyes, and the tail of course. At first, she hadn't noticed the tail, seeing as it was wrapped neatly around the guard's waist. She had assumed it was some sort of traditional belt or something, until she had seen it move.

The guard had reached above his head and down to his back, Bulma assumed he was trying to scratch an itch. He had cursed in some foreign language, realizing he couldn't reach, then uncurled his tail in order to scratch himself. Bulma had nearly fallen over she was so surprised. For the rest of the trip to Vegeta's ship, she couldn't keep her eyes off of the furry brown mass coiled about his waist.

"We're here," the guard said in a gruff voice.

"Huh? Oh, yeah." Bulma looked up at the ship. It was massive. "Wow…" was all she could say.

"Pretty impressive huh?" The guard smirked. "The King Vegeta had it built just last month. Brand new, and runs like a dream." Bulma rolled her eyes. Leave it to guys to talk about motorized vehicles all day. "Follow me." The guard started into the ship, and Bulma followed. "By the way, my name's Keront."

"I'm Bulma." She replied absently. She was too busy admiring the interior of the ship. It was amazing, and seemed even bigger inside than it looked outside. She smiled slightly. What she would give to work on a beauty like this.

"Through here." Keront mumbled, leading Bulma through a doorway, and into another hallway. Bulma brought her attention back to her escort.

"So," she said, "do you know what I'll be doing once we get to your planet? Vegetasei, right?"

Keront shrugged. "You'll probably become a housemate to one of the high class soldiers. Maybe even the King, the way he saved you like that."

Bulma blushed. "So what is a housemate?"

"High class soldiers on Vegetasei don't really have time to look after their own homes, so we have housemates. They live with a soldier and do household chores like cooking and cleaning for him." Bulma grimaced; she could barely make toast, let alone an actual meal. "After about five years of being a housemate, you can become eligible for a job in a field of your choice. If your service was satisfactory that is."

"What's the point of this?" Bulma asked. She didn't see why a person couldn't pick a work field sooner.

"Well, we have to make sure that you will be loyal. We can't just take new slaves and servants and make them technicians or engineers or anything like that. Think about it. If you were recently captured, and we made you a ship technician, would you want to do a good job? Hell no! You'd make a faulty ship so we all exploded in space or something."

"I guess that's a good idea…"

"Damn right. The King implemented this system shortly after he was crowned. Said he had been thinking about it along time before, when he was Prince."

"What if I don't become a housemate? What then? If you tell me I'm gonna have to be a palace whore or something I'll kill myself right now!"

"I don't know, that's for the King to decide. Besides, most housemates have sexual relationships with their respective soldiers anyway." Bulma paled at this last statement.

"NO!" She cried. "I won't do it! I won't be someone's whore! I won't!" she backed away from the puzzled Saiyan. "I swore I'd never let myself be touched again! I'd rather die!"

"Hey, calm down girl. I'm sure if you're THAT worried about it; the King will find you a soldier who won't touch you unwillingly. I don't think he'd bother going through the trouble of saving you, only to put you in the hands of another rapist. Besides, in King Vegeta's system, the soldiers who are most likely to take advantage of their housemate are last to get them. The King doesn't believe in rape. Something about there not being any challenge in forcing a female to bed."

Keront extended his hand to the flustered female. "Come on, I've got to get you to the guest quarters fast, or the King will not be pleased." Bulma placed her hand in his and followed him down the winding corridors to a row of doors. He stopped near the third one on the right and punched in a code on a small electronic keypad near the door. He then took Bulma's hand and pressed it against a shiny black surface. She saw a light scroll past, much like a photocopier looks when you don't close the lid. 'Fingerprint scan, interesting.' she thought with a tiny smile.

The door opened and the two stepped inside to a small furnished room. "You'll be staying here until we get to Vegetasei, in about two weeks. Unless the King has other plans for you of course. Make yourself comfortable though." He quickly explained how to use everything in the tiny apartment and then left, telling her she would be called upon sometime soon so that the King could decide what to do with her.

Well, that's it for now. How' you like it? Good? Bad? Ugly? Sorry it's so short though, kinda like me! Well, you'd better review and tell me what you think. I'm skipping test studying time to write this! Oh well. The next part probably won't be out till this weekend sometime cause I have to work on an essay tomorrow night, and do my hair for crazy hair day. Then I'm going to a dance on Friday night and I think I'm gonna get asked out : ) Well, that's enough of my personal life for now. Bye!