Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Unspoken ❯ Spite ( Chapter 3 )

Unspoken

Chapter 3 - Spite

All afternoon I looked for an out, trying to find a viable excuse to break from the "celebration" and seek out Bulma. I would not endanger her with speech. I just want to see her. I want a face to match the voice to which I have become so accustomed.

But I came up with nothing, and now, as I sit in amongst a rowdy group howling at three females performing a lurid dance for us, I can only think of my little Qreatin. I want to see her, tonight.

"You look bored, my king," Brolli's tone is biting, "Are these women not to your liking?"

I am tempted to say no, which would not be true. They are arousing. Two are twin Coshis, pale pink skinned with large pointed ears, long flowing white hair and a thick furry tail nearly five feet long and almost the width of their torsos. The other is a Wafiev, a species notorious for their three-breasted women. They also have four arms, which is supposed to be an added advantage. "They do not look very Saiya-jin," I improvise in my excuse. It is partially true. I prefer my women a little more recognizable in appearance.

"Is that the problem?" It takes all of my strength not to reach across and throttle the man for his smarmy tone. He then claps his hands like a sultan and orders the three to leave. He calls in four new women, "Iigha… Griaza…Aoiro… Fejke…" Three of them enter. All are more Saiya-jin looking: black hair, black eyes, bland skin colors. I suddenly realize perhaps I am not as fond of the Saiya-jin woman's appearance as I thought I was. None of the three particularly affect me-three? Didn't Brolli call four?

My silent question is quickly answered as Brolli jumps to his feet. "Where is Aoiro?" I feel my brow arch. There is something odd in Brolli's voice as he mentions this woman's name.

"Perhaps she did not hear you, master," the one in the middles suggests.

"She's mute, not deaf!" Brolli bellows, then repeats, "Aoiro!" So Brolli has a bedmate that is unable to speak? None of my reports mentioned that-although I mostly skimmed through those pertaining to his whores. They are of no interest to me. "Where is she?" His tone becomes more angered by the minute.

"Is there a problem, Brolli?" I ask casually, mockingly.

"Of course not," he tries to sound unalarmed, but I recognize him as being so. Glancing over I notice the men around me are not quite as surprised. I wonder why that is. "If you will excuse me, allow these three beauties to entertain you while I see what has happened to my woman."

Brolli disappears down the hall and his women begin to dance. I am no more entertained by them than the last three. I turn to Radditz and ask, "What was that all about?"

"She's his favorite," Nappa pipes up. I am not particularly fond of the man, but I am willing to listen. "She is a defiant one, fought him tooth and nail when she was purchased, then she just shut down, became dead weight in his bed."

"So why doesn't he sell or terminate her?" Radditz asks the same question that echoes through my mind.

"I just told you, she is his favorite," Nappa repeats angrily, as if he answered everything with that vague statement. "Not that I blame him. You will never find a species that looks more like the Saiya-jin than the ningens. I wish I had bought me one back when the planet was purged."

"Ningens? I do not ever remember hearing about them," Radditz speaks for me again. Better he sound more inquisitive than myself.

"Only a couple dozen survived the trip here. They might look like us, but their strength is not in the least bit comparable. Most died within the first year. As far as I know, Brolli's is the only one that is still around. He has taken good care of her, the little bitch should be grateful, but instead she pulls stunts like this. I offered to take her off his hands for the night, break her properly, but Brolli won't let anyone touch her. He is unhealthily possessive of her."

"That good a fuck?" I ask this time. The convenience of this opportunity strikes me. I not only have a chance to stick it to Brolli tonight by taking his favorite, but since she is mute I will be able to depart from her presence and look for Bulma without fear of her alerting Brolli of my activities. "Well, then. I believe I have selected my woman for the night," I stand. The women stop dancing and the Saiya-jin around me stare.

"Did you not just listen to what I said? She's Brolli's favorite!" Nappa warns, I simply shrug, "I was offered a pick of Brolli's entire collection this evening. I have made my selection." I follow after in the direction Brolli took off toward.

Something tells me this is going to be a pleasurable night, on many accounts.

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"Aoiro!" he screams my slave name as he bursts into his room. I am dressed in one of the ridiculous garbs he purchased for me years ago. I had always refused to wear them, which I was punished dearly for, but tonight I swallowed my pride and put the least comfortable one on. I figured it would be a distraction while I had to do this.

"Well, well, well," his tone immediately changes as he eyes me sprawled out on his bed. I imitate a position I once saw a woman lounging in on the cover of one of the Turtle Hermit's X-rated magazines. Brolli seems to understand my unspoken invitation. I hope we can get this over with quickly. "So you have chosen me. I suppose I should be flattered, but my competition is not exactly threatening."

It takes all of my strength not to disagree as he crawls over me, truly believing himself better than Vegeta. The brute knows nothing. "I always knew this would look good on you," he runs his hands up my thighs, over my hips, stopping over the stiff material that covers my breasts. The fabric is black, similar to what I remember leather being like on Chikyuu, but this is softer. It covers my chest with a thin strip of material. A thicker strip covers me from my hips down to the tops my thighs, wrapping around each. It took almost a half and hour to wrap all the material around me, I suppose it is supposed to be entertaining for him to take off.

He is on top of me now, his hands braced on either side of my chest, one leg between mine, as he looks at me intently, "I have waited a long time for this. I hope you won't disappoint me now." He lifts one hand to cup the back of my head, pulling me toward him. He stops when my face is only inches from his. "Kiss me," he demands, "Prove you are going to do this right."

I swallow. I can do this. I have to tell myself that, I know it is the only way I will get through this evening. I have weighed my options, presenting myself before Vegeta is too dangerous a choice. If he learns who I am, I could lose everything, and for once, I am not ready for that. I close my eyes. I planned for this. I will simply envision Vegeta, imagine these circumstances are different, shut my mind off. I have survived worse for five years. I can bear this.

He grows impatient, and crushes his lips to mine. He tastes of alcohol and other women, just as he always does. I push that aside. I think of fresh smelling water crashing against crystal stone. I think of Vegeta's manly scent. I remember what his hands felt like against my body; even through fabric I gathered a strong impression. I remember his breath against me, his warmth. I fall so deep into the fantasy I begin to forget myself. I begin to believe I am truly in another place. I become so certain in fact, I even hear Vegeta's voice, as clear as if he was standing ten feet away from me.

"I don't suppose that is the elusive Aoiro underneath you." My eyes fly open and Brolli and I simultaneously look towards the door. Oh, Kami, no.

"Vegeta!" Brolli yanks himself off of me. For a moment I panic. I want to cover myself. I never wanted Vegeta to see me like this. What the hell is he doing here?!

Brolli voices my sentiment.

"I came to collect my woman for the night. You said I could have any one I wanted. I want that one." He does not take his eyes off of Brolli and I relax slightly. He does not know it's me, he simply wishes to disturb Brolli. I would be impressed if I was not instead contemplating my chances if I ran now.

"This one is mine tonight; pick another." As the two men stare one another down, I can almost feel the hatred radiating from them. It reinforces my desire to leave.

"Come now, Brolli. Do you wish to be perceived as an ungraceful host to your king? I doubt it will go over well with your comrades if it is learned that you refused me my selection." Brolli says nothing to this. We all know Vegeta has him. However, he does not seem to want to go down without a fight.

"I can offer you as many women as you want tonight, but this one is already warm in my bed, my scent already on her. You do not want a woman I have already claimed tonight, do you?"

Unfortunately, Vegeta does. He alleges so, without allowing Brolli any further rebut. I think I may be sick. "Are you going to give her to me or not?" His referring to me as 'something that is to be given' suddenly irritates me. It should not. I am used to it with Brolli. Yet, I am upset anyway.

"Fine," Brolli grinds through his teeth, angered reluctance in his demeanor. "Take him to your room," he snaps at me, like this is my fault. I rise from the bed. Brolli blocks my view of Vegeta as he warns me, "This does not change your responsibility." The hell it doesn't, I want to scream at him, but I don't. I walk past him. Vegeta is leaning against the doorframe, his eyes to the hall, not me.

"She cannot speak you know," Brolli cautions, as I avoid eye contact with Vegeta to pass him. He follows me, quickly dismissing Brolli's comment. By the time we reach my room, and I close the door, I find it difficult to compose myself. Many nights I have dreamed of Vegeta with me, but these were not the circumstances.

"Bathe," he orders before I can turn around, "You reek of Brolli's stench. I do not want that anywhere near me."

His tone is harsh, much more so than I am now used to, but I swallow it. I suppose this is better than his knowing. I do not turn to look at him before walking into the bathroom and stripping off the ridiculous outfit I wore. I do as he asks, more than happy to in fact. Once I step out of the shower, I pull a robe on, my hair still wet as I walk back into my chambers. I find Vegeta pacing in front of my bed, he stops the moment I close my bathroom door behind me. His back stiffens and I hear him sniff the air.

Shit.

He turns around, and faces me. For the first time, he looks at me. I have no makeup on, my hair is tight against my head, and my robe bubbles around me. Bizarrely, I feel unattractive. I wanted too look better for him the first time we came face to face.

Before I realize what has happened he is in front of me. He grabs my neck and pulls me towards him. For a minute I think he is going to kiss me, then his nose connects with my neck. He is taking in my scent more closely.

Double shit.

"You smell just like her." I swallow as I hear his low suggestion. He sniffs a line across my collarbone, to my other shoulder. I take a deep breath. "Brolli must have you all bathe with that soap." Soap? Yes, soap! That was what I had told him. He thinks this is merely a universal scent that circulates through Brolli's household staff. My heart skips a beat.

He is slow to drag his nose away from me, and I almost wish he would linger. It has been so long since I knew the intimate touch of affection. I cannot ever remember craving it as much as I do this moment.

I raise my eyes slightly to match his. It feels good to be this close to him without having a dark covering between us. This is the first time I have ever seen him completely unobstructed. His features appear a little softer like this. I would have smiled at the sight if the muscles around my lips were still functional.

I keep my hands at my sides as he knots his fingers through my hair. He forces my head back to look at him as he does so, and I am eerily reminded of Brolli. I try not to think about it. "I know you can not speak, but I have questions you are going to answer." His tone has suddenly turned very harsh, almost threatening. This alarms me. "Now when I ask you something, you will either nod your head yes," he forces my head once in the appropriate motion, "or shake your head no," he does so with the second direction. "Do you understand?"

His loosens his grip on my head so I can nod. I silently tell him I understand. However, I don't truly, but I suppose I will soon.

"There is a Qreatin woman on the staff here. Are you aware of one?" He is asking about me? Why would he want to know? I nod my head. "Could you direct me to her this evening? After the others retire?" I shake my head no. "Why not?" His grip tightens on me roughly, I squint my eyes, showing my pain.

After remembering that I cannot answer him, he rephrases his question. "Do you know where she will be stationed at midnight?" I shake my head again, only now realizing I should have lied to him on the first question.

Vegeta curses and releases me. I want to know why he wishes so desperately to see me. Is he still obsessed with learning what I look like? Have I left that much of an impression on him? Or is it simpler? Is there something pressing he needs to inform me, something that cannot wait until tomorrow night? "Fuck, whom am I kidding?" he mumbles to himself as he walks over to my window. Bracing a hand on either side he looks out of it, staring blankly into space as he continues to mutter, "It is too dangerous to see her here. I need to keep a clear head about this."

I stand dumbfounded in the middle of my room. It almost sounds like he simply wants to see me. Can it be? Is the Saiya-jin king becoming as enamored with our biweekly meeting as I am? "Take your robe off and get into bed." I swallow. That was unexpected-well, it was expected, but his tone, his manner, it is so odd, so detached. "I do not hear you undressing." He still is not looking at me. I feel my anger rise. I do not know why I should be expecting more from him. This is not a romance. I am merely his fuck for the night.

After pulling my robe off I walk over to my bed. I crawl under my covers, blocking his sight of me. He continues to stare out of my window. I wait for him to make a move, to say something, but he does not. Once my patience wears, I role over to my side. Closing my eyes, I try to pretend the man of my most recent dreams is not in this room with me, keeping away from me like I have the plague.

At some point I fall asleep. I only know this because of how startled I am when I open my eyes to feel Vegeta pressed behind me. His hands are kneading my breasts as his surprisingly soft lips attack my shoulder. "Just making sure you are not bored already." I hear Brolli's voice echo through the room and I realize why Vegeta has not touched me until this moment. He is doing all of this to spite the man, waiting until he has Brolli's full attention.

"No, I have been quite entertained and I would be even more so if you did not interrupt me," his voice rises at the end, signaling his displeasure. He returns his lips to my skin and I see Brolli leave out of the corner of my eye. Once the door slams, the warmth leaves me. Vegeta walks to the door and locks it. I notice he still has his pants on. Why has he only half undressed? "Get out," he orders to my surprise as he returns to my bed.

I blink as I turn around to face him. He notices my confusion and explains, "I would like to take off if I could, but your owner needs to believe that we fucked-and you will, by the way-never to do anything to suggest otherwise." His tone is supposed to provide the threat. It might have worked if I did not know better of him, or at least I think I do.

I am still confused by his vague explanation and my expression must prove so because he adds, "What? You did not actually think I was going to bed one of Brolli's whores? Be inside something he and his comrades have already spoiled countless times over?" My lips part, I am horrified by his words. He only laughs, "Perhaps your exotic Saiya-jin like features attract many a man, but right now I am trying to hold back the bile I feel rising upon the memory of touching you. Those few seconds were enough to make me desire a shower-yes-a shower. I think I will have to clean your stench off of me. So get out of my bed for this evening, and be gone from my sight by the time I am finished."

My expression numbs as he walks past me, into my bathroom, closing the door behind him. Thoughtlessly I rise from my bed, grabbing my discarded robe and leaving my room. I am not the least bit cautious as I stroll like a zombie to Ezria's chambers. I barely register her one arm that slides around my waist as she helps me to her bed. "Oh, Aoiro, I knew this would happen if you went to Brolli!" She jumps to the wrong conclusion, but it seems the result has been the same. "That spark in you that was beginning to ignite has now dimmed again."

So is that what I look like? Is my expression similar to after Brolli violates me? That would make sense, because right now something precious was just stripped from me, the naïve image of a man I had foolishly allowed myself to believe was more than just another filthy, heartless, senseless monkey.

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"Yes!" I sink to my knees as I feel my body spasm in completion. The water beats down over me as I collapse against the shower walls, my imminent tension finally released. "Damn woman!" I curse as I try to block the feel of her body out of my mind. "It is her fucking scent!" I hiss to myself. I have never lost control over my body, especially not to a whore, but this one pushes me to the edge.

She is beautiful. Saiya-jin women are never beautiful, sexually appealing, yes, but beauty is only a state of being that rare species compatible with the Saiya-jin emblazon. And this one does.

What had Brolli called her, Aoiro? Aoiro, yes, that makes sense. The woman is mute; therefore her name could not be shared. Brolli clearly named her for her appearance. Her hair, her eyes, both are truly exotic, just like her skin, a creamy white-as soft as it looks.

I open my eyes, willing myself not to see her again. I will not chance being overcome with lust for the weak creature. I will never lower myself to bed a female who has been with my enemy. The mere thought of being inside a woman who has already cradled my rival between her thighs is enough to raise vomit in my throat.

Yet this woman-it has to be her smell. It is exactly like Bulma; if I did not know better I would think she is the very woman I have been meeting with, but it can not be, too many pieces do not fit.

Of course, if her scent has been the cause of my painfully tense state then I will have to face a horrifying possibility. I am steadily growing attracted to a Qreatin. I feel nauseous again. This is just the kind of ridiculous notion I need floating around to make me even more of a laughing stock among my people than I already am.

I rise to my feet and slam the valve to the shower to turn the water off. Grabbing a drying cloth I smell her lingering scent on the fabric and I grow aroused again.

Fuck.

Quickly drying myself off I return to the main bedroom, torn between hoping she is still there and not. I see she is gone and I am I not certain whether I should be pleased or angered. Growling, I reach for my uniform and pull it over my skin. The room is imbued with her scent-Bulma's scent.

What the hell am I thinking? I cannot sleep in here; not alone, not without the woman to tend to my needs. But no, I will not break in my resolve. I will not have her, I will have nothing tainted by Brolli-except, maybe one of his gejos.

I walk over toward the whore's window, where I had spent most of my time facing for fear that the woman might see the state she had brought me to. I certainly did not want to inflate her needy ego by thinking she could bring even the Saiya-jin King to an all-encompassing state of desire.

I lift the window and fly out of it. I check to make sure no one can see me before I close the window behind me and take to the sky. I will waste no more time in my rival's home. I still have schemes to plot, revenge to take.

Tomorrow evening I will meet with my little Qreatin and I will end this twisted fascination with her by ripping that damn cloak off. All I need is to see her to end this ludicrous attraction to a species far beneath me. And after tomorrow, so help me, if that does not end, I will destroy that which plagues me before I lose control of it.

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