Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Unspoken ❯ Unveiled ( Chapter 5 )

Unspoken

Chapter 5 - Unveiled

"You will wait here for King Vegeta to return," the large man who has flown me to the castle declares before loudly closing the door to the sleeping chambers he has brought me to. I am alone, finally. I take the moment to release the stabbing pain in my chest, as I suddenly realize I have hardly breathed since the auction.

How can he buy me? I contemplate Vegeta's intentions. Is it simply coincidence? After I heard his voice and realized who had made the excessive bid, I searched his expression to try and interpret what he was thinking. However, his eyes were averted from mine the entire time. He was focused on Brolli. He must be doing this to spite the man.

I walk over to the massive bed in the middle of the room and sit upon it exhaustedly. This mess now leaves me in one hell of a precarious position. Do I tell him the truth? Or do I pretend we never once knew one another? Do I return to silence for the rest of what little life I have left?

I hear footsteps coming down the hall. I sit up straight. Perhaps I should wait to assess my options until after I have surveyed Vegeta's demeanor.

My opportunity is immediate as I watch him enter. He is back sooner than I would have expected. I feel a knot tie in my stomach. I do not like the way he is looking at me. His body is stiff and his arms are crossed over his chest, as they so typically are, but his expression is impossible to read.

He finally stops in front of me. I wait for him to say something. He is silent for some time, as he looks me up and down slowly. "Get up," he orders. I stand carefully. He is so close I fear our bodies touching. They do, once I am on my feet. I try to pull away, but he stops me.

One of his hands sweeps around my back and pulls all of my hair to one side of my neck. He then cradles my head and guides me toward him. He is taking in my scent as he has done on our last two encounters. I become nervous.

"Just as I expected," his warm breath sends chills down my spine before he pulls his head back to look into my eyes; the corner of his lips rise in an almost cruel smirk before he turns his back to me.

"Undress me," he orders. I almost fall back upon the bed. "You heard me. You're mute, not deaf." His tone is scathing. I swallow audibly.

He grunts at me once more to hurry up before I finally concede. I hesitantly lift my arms to his shoulders to detach his cape. His armor goes next. I kneel briefly to pull off his boots. I stand again. With some help from him moving his arms, I get his body suit down to his waist. He grabs my hands, stopping me before I can pull it any lower. "Slowly," he orders as he presses my fingertips against his waist. He guides them down his hips and then the top of his thighs before releasing me to remove them completely.

Once he is stripped of all unnatural barriers, my breaths become shallow, and my nervousness transparent. I do not understand what he wants from me. He has already made it clear that he wants nothing previously touched by Brolli. A man does not change his code of conduct overnight.

"Your turn," he insists before turning around to face me once more. His arousal pierces my pelvis. I lurch back. "What's the matter?" he mocks me as his fingers slide to my shoulders. "Did you think I would wait to have you?" He grasps the thin straps holding my dress. Effortlessly he breaks them, causing my gown to cascade down my body.

Defensively I push my hands up against his chest and shake my head. "No?" he questions aloud as he wraps an arm around my waist, lifting me into the air, and then placing me onto the massive bed. His lips touch my throat. His body presses against mine. I fight against him. "Such fire," he mocks me as he catches my wrists and forces them above my head. "If only you could speak, I would imagine that tongue of yours would be just as blazing."

My eyes fly open. Why did I not see it before? He is goading me. He already told me he was not attracted to women who have previously been used by his rivals. He must be doing this to get me to speak. He must be suspicious, but how? I thought I was careful.

I push my arms down against him, still fighting against his advances. He subdues me with minimal violence; I am oddly calmed by the gesture. "Did I say something to anger you?" he pulls the two of us up so I sit facing him in his lap. We are in the middle of the bed. Our legs are knotted together; I feel his arousal pressing against my pelvis. I again try fruitlessly to fight against him, but he traps my arms behind me. "What's the matter? You do not feel so secure without a shapeless tarp hiding your every curve?"

I freeze abruptly as I hear his words. My chin rises to match his as for the first time I look at him, really look at him through unveiled eyes. He is a handsome man, not by any traditional standards, but by his dark coloring, his tightly chiseled features, and those bottomless ebony eyes that are nothing short of entrancing. A pity he is Saiya-jin.

I feel my lips part, I am not certain how he will react to my confirming his suspicion. I suppose I could remain silent, but Vegeta is not like Brolli. He is too smart to be waylaid by my lies indefinitely. "Go ahead," he advices me. "Brolli inadvertently gave me enough information to decipher your secret. The only way to save yourself now is by trying the truth for once." His grip on my arms tightens, and then he warns, "If I believe you, I may lighten your punishment."

This time I look away from him. I do not want to hate this man. He was becoming the closest thing to a friend I have had in over five years. The Kai's must truly hate me for some reason. "I only lied to you about my species and station in Brolli's house, nothing more."

One of his hands leaves my arms to grab my chin. He forces me to look at him as he scoffs, "what about your speech?"

"I lied to Brolli about my inability to speak, not to you." His expression relaxes, but only minimally before he lowers his eyes to focus on my lips.

"Why does he believe you are mute?"

My eyes drift to the empty wall behind him, as I answer numbly, "I would not give him the satisfaction of hearing me scream while he raped me. He thus assumed I was incapable of vocalizing anything." I feel his arms tighten around me slightly, as he pulls my body closer to his, never releasing my chin.

"Why was he so adamant about keeping you from me?" His tone is darker, angrier, "And yet today he is willing to sell you."

My eyes stay fixed on the wall as I answer, "He caught me coming in late after I met with you the other evening. He thought we were carrying on some affair behind his back. Selling me is my punishment."

My eyes return to his just in time to see a moment of recognition cross his face, as if something suddenly makes sense to him. "You were one of his favorites." He verbalizes it as a statement, but I am well aware he intends it as a question.

"He wanted me to come to him willingly, but since hell has yet to freeze over he has been repeatedly disappointed. I was merely a challenge to him, nothing more." He looks at me skeptically before returning his eyes to my lips. He has done so several times now.

"You hate him?"

"Of course," I growl with vigor. It is a stupid question.

"Wish for him to pay?"

"More than anything," I confirm. It is yet another stupid question.

"Then we may still be able to help one another," his eyes briskly find mine again, "after you are properly punished for deceiving me." He shifts his head closer to mine, so close that I can feel his warm breath against my cheeks. "Put your lips on mine," it is a cross between an order and a plea, "just as you did yesterday."

I feel torn in doing so. A part of me wants to relive the brief moment of pleasure I experienced the day prior, but another part of me fears the consequences of such actions. He is, after all, still a Saiya-jin, a Saiya-jin who now knows I am not merely a low-level cleaning servant. "And then where will you have me put my lips? Here?" I question as I reach down and touch his pulsating arousal. His eyes slide shut momentarily, clearly savoring the feeling. I immediately end it, "I will be fucked by you no more willingly than I am with Brolli."

His eyes fly open, and instantly narrow. I can see I have angered him. Good. Better he take me in violence than delude the both of us into thinking that our fucking will be anything more than what it truly is: a physical one-sided transaction between master and slave.

"You would rather be on your back for Brolli, than me?"

"Yes," I barely whisper.

His grip tightens. His eyes are inflamed. I have insulted him. "Why?" His tone is deadly.

"Because, I was beginning to look past your species," I am suddenly unsure how to articulate feelings I am certain he will never understand. "Brolli will forever have my hatred. There is no more evil he can do to me to change the intensity with which I loathe him. You, however, have yet to do anything to garner my abhorrence other than being born of the species that annihilated mine. But if you force yourself on me now, I will come to hate you just as much as I do him-perhaps even more. You, after all, seem to have more sense and a better developed conscience than he does."

"It does not have to be forced between us," his voice is still low, but less angered.

"Then how would you have it?" I snap. He does not understand. "I willingly be your bedmate? I live only to satisfy your every sexual urge? You want me to enjoy being your property? You want me to enjoy having no more worth than through what my body can bring you? And then what happens when you become bored with me? Be grateful that I took what little self-respect I convinced myself I had left and threw it away on a few nights of forgetting the last five years of hell I have lived through? No, if you want my body, I cannot stop you from taking it; but do not think for one minute that I will ever come to you willingly. You wish to speak to me, have me help you destroy Brolli-that I will do of my own free will, but nothing more."

I feel his hands slide down my arms, and then he grabs my waist and lifts me off of his lap. He pushes himself off the bed and begins pacing the room. He looks more disturbed than angered by my outburst. I do not know how to react. "Fine," the word is hissed through his teeth. Turning back around to face me, he crosses his arms over his chest as he explains, "We have a mutual enemy who needs to be taken to task, and so for now I will humor your declaration, but only in private. Brolli's belief that you are docile and mute will be advantageous to us."

"To you, you mean?" I mutter under my breath.

He ignores my comment, and continues, "I will use you in any manner I see fit to destroy Brolli, beginning this weekend while he is here with Nappa, challenging my rule."

"And when it is over? When you have used me in the fullest to destroy Brolli, what will you do with me then?" My question is direct. I suppose I should be asking for more details about what exactly he expects from me, but instead all I can question is what my future holds.

He descends upon me quickly, his arms bracing the bed on either side of me as he lowly vows, "that remains to be seen."

Pushing back from me, he turns and heads toward a side door. Opening it, he announces, "You will stay in here for now." I slowly push myself off the bed, following the path he has taken to the exit. As he gestures for me to enter the new room, I do so with mild amazement. The room is smaller, but better decorated. The colors are more vibrant, and more furniture lines the walls.

Before I have a chance to question my surroundings the door slams behind me and I hear it lock. I pound my fist against it immediately afterward. When I receive no answer, I close my eyes. After turning around I sink against the door. I have been a fool to ever think this man is any different. He will use me just as Brolli has-for his own selfish purposes.

Dropping my head into my hands, I try to make sense of this drastic change my life has suddenly shifted towards. For a few hours a week, I was beginning to know the liberation of companionship, of someone who saw beyond the body that constrains my spirit. Now that delusion is gone, along with the protection that made me more than just a sexual object.

"He's no better than Brolli," I curse as I thrust my elbow against the metal behind me. "I can't trust him; I can't allow myself to be manipulated by him," I promise myself as I rise to my feet.

No, I cannot waste any more time being broken. I can no longer be passive. This may be my only chance at freedom. I have to find some way to grasp it, before I find myself serving another life sentence on my back, only this time with a different warden.

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"Are you certain it is wise to place so much trust in an alien?" Radditz meaningfully frowns at me. He has spared no time advising me that my plan is a tricky one. "How do you know it is not you she has been deceiving all this time? This could be some elaborate scheme created by Brolli to entrap you."

It could be. I have already considered it, but I am more inclined to believe her. I know what genuine hatred looks like in a person's eyes; I have seen it many times in my own. She hates Brolli. I do not believe she would ally herself with him under any circumstances. "I will keep my eyes open," I vow, to ease the man's concerns. He should know better than to suggest that some alien woman could manipulate me.

"As will I," Radditz also vows before nervously clearing his throat, "So, since this is all settled, may I have her for the night?"

Both my eyebrows rise before I recall promising Radditz he could entertain my acquisition before I knew who exactly I would end up purchasing. With some irritation, I realize I am hesitant to disappointment him. "No. For now I believe it better we not chance giving her any reason to hate us. She is not a willing participant in bed like some of the other women on this planet. She will be lulled into a sense of security and thus loyalty if we leave her alone for the time being."

"You are not going to use her at all?" Radditz sounds a mixture of surprised and impressed by my suggestion.

"Only to punish Brolli and Nappa, for now; afterwards, I suppose I will see how things stand." It is an honest assessment of my intentions. Truthfully, I have little idea what the hell I am going to do with the woman once all is said and done. As much as I hate to admit it, a part of me has been growing impressively fond of the wench I have been meeting with clandestinely almost every other night of the week. But now that I have her solely in my possession, now that I know who and what she truly is, I am torn between my desire to maintain the camaraderie developing between us and my overwhelming urge to throw her down on my bed and rut with her until my body is fully sated, if it can be sated.

Never have I met a member of the opposite sex who has aroused me as easily as she. Her scent, her voice, her taste, the feel of her soft, milky skin against my hardness is like nothing I have ever felt before. The night at Brolli's home, the night she pressed her lips to mine at the lake, and earlier this evening, when I should have been furious with her, when I should have been scolding her, all I could think about was getting her naked and on my bed! I cringe to think what I may have done had I stayed a moment longer in the same room as her. All I need is to be surrounded by her presence to become unhealthily undone.

I can understand how easily Brolli became obsessed with her. She has the fighting spirit of a Saiya-jin woman, but all the softness and comfort a warrior wants soothing him in his bed every night. Keeping my hands off her until she has served her purpose will be a challenge indeed.

"Summon me if we have any problems from Brolli before this farce of a peaceful conference begins. Otherwise, see that I am not disturbed for the two days before this production. I want to be certain my accomplice is properly trained for it." With that I dismiss Radditz, and soon after depart for my chambers. I waste little time stripping my formalwear. Without my cape, gloves and armor, I walk over to the adjoining door that sleeps my deceptive companion.

I suddenly question my decision to place her in there. It was once my mother's, and properly intended for the Saiya-jin woman who is to bear the next prince. Clearly the room will not be occupied any time soon, but I will have to take much effort to ensure it is not discovered that I have placed her inside a room of such status. I am merely keeping her there for the sake of appearances, and to keep the little chit out of trouble. I imagine she finds herself in it more than not.

Unlocking the passage, I step into the chamber, taking a breath as I relive memories I have long believed buried, memories of my mother being beaten by my father, of him publicly disgracing her, humiliating her for her embracing affection toward me. She was too soft for a Saiya-jin woman, but the crime certainly did not fit her continual punishment.

I feel my fists tighten as I think of Brolli's part in my mother's death. I want him to pay-him, Nappa, every man who had anything to do with her demise-as my father did.

"Are you all right?" That gentle voice echoes in my ear, and my body immediately eases. My sudden distress upon memory of my mother must have been palpable upon my face. Her delicate hand reaches up to circle my face and suddenly I remember that the ghost of a woman I have been dreaming about these last few weeks is no longer a myth, but a flesh and blood female who is solely in my possession for as long as I see fit. The notion sends heat waves through my body.

Covering her hand with my own, I slide it across my face until it is in front of my nose. I take in her scent. The heat rises. "Much better," I smirk as I turn to look at her. She is dressed once more, this time in a Saiya-jin uniform. She could be killed for such a brazen act, but I realize that I had locked her in the room with no access to any other garments. I suppose I can forgive her, considering how delectable she looks in the form-fitting garb. "I will send a servant to have some clothes made for you."

She pulls her hand away from mine, and frowns before asking, "And just what will you have me wear?"

As little as possible is my inclination, but I fail to voice it, "You may have two sets, one of your choosing to be worn only when you are within the walls of this room or mine. The other set will be fashioned in the same manner for any other comfort woman; that you shall sport anytime you are outside these chambers."

"And how often will that be?" She swallows after the question. I am new to studying her features. I cannot tell if this is a sign of her anger or fear.

"As often as need be for you to convince Brolli that you are ecstatic to have been liberated by me."

"What?" She raises a brow in the most fetching expression of confusion. I almost hate to suppress it.

Crossing my arms across my chest, I begin to explain, "In two nights time you will accompany me to all of my meetings with those who wish to overthrow me. You will be dressed to make every man in the room salivate, but solely focus your attentions on me. Brolli will easily be angered by both my manipulative purchase of you as well as your betrayal in favor of his enemy. It will only be a matter of time before he becomes so blinded with rage that he makes either one of two costly mistakes. He publicly challenges me in open court, in which case I will effortlessly defeat him, or he will attempt to harm or steal you from me. Should such happen, I will have grounds to publicly challenge him, and thus bring an end to his miserable life."

The minx's eyes darken, once I finish announcing my plan. Apparently she is displeased by it. "As touched as I am that you wish to dangle me as bait before a pack of starved wolves, you must realize that killing Brolli will only solve a portion of your problem. He is more loved than you are by the elites."

My jaw locks. I know she speaks the truth, but I am still infuriated to have to hear it from her. "Concerned about my problems are you?" I raise a mocking brow, "I thought you cared only for defeating Brolli."

"Well, I do," she immediately objects. "But, I have been thinking, perhaps we can come up with a more bountiful arrangement between us. One in which we both get more than we could have ever hoped for."

My interest is piqued. Perhaps she has changed her mind from earlier, and wishes more between us than a business alliance. I am certainly willing to change the standings. "I am listening," I announce before pacing over to the corner of the room where two chairs are neatly tucked. She tentatively takes the one across from me before unveiling her plan.

"I am willing to help you not merely defeat Brolli, but to destroy the insurgency which is threatening to take the crown from you."

I laugh. I cannot prevent it. "That is an impressive endeavor, just how the hell do you credit yourself with the ability to completely change the mindset of an entire species that with minimal effort crushed yours?" Her eyes narrow at me, and then she rises to her feet and begins pacing the room. I have angered her. I need no experience judging her expression to be certain of that.

It takes her several moments to compose herself before she turns back to me, her eyes blazing as she explains, "Your species is barbaric. Of course I could never best a single one of you with strength, but that is not what I am offering. If brute force could solve this problem, you would have already used it by now, but we both know it will not. You cannot beat respect into a people. Your people see you as weak in the fundamental philosophy you use in life. You are not like your father who only thought with his fists. You are different, wiser, and those less intelligent than you fear it. They fear you will change their simple bestial way of life. The only way you are going to change that image is through a war of the minds. In that, I can help you."

My teeth are grinding together as I swallow every insult she lobs at my people and I. It is tempting to disagree with her arguments, but fundamentally I know she is right. So instead I simply question her abilities, I demand, "And just what is it that you can do that will be of any benefit to me?"

"I can spy for you. When men believe you are mute, they are much freer with their tongues." She returns to her seat, an optimistic look of excitement is upon her face. "I can work with you to take down each of the leaders of the rebellion. Brolli, Nappa-they are mere men, easily manipulated by a pretty face. If you systematically purge all of the elites that were most loyal to your father, legally, without appearing to be selfishly vengeful and without care for the will of your people, you can stifle the resistance. The sooner the era of your father is forgotten, the sooner you can move on with your own."

It is a tempting offer. She is correct, Saiya-jin men easily fall prey to women of beauty, that is part of the reason the slave racket is so prosperous. I have little doubt she could charm, seduce or deceive every single member of the opposition. She could be useful, though I have to wonder at exactly what price, "And in return?"

Her lips slam shut as her expression becomes serious. I expect something along the line of Brolli's head on a platter, but instead what I receive is much more rational. "I want my freedom."

Freedom? It certainly is a legitimate motive for endangering her life as she intends with her plans, but I have to wonder exactly to what degree she wishes it. "Freedom from being a comfort woman, you mean?"

"No," she snaps resolutely. "I want my freedom from this godforsaken planet. I want safe passage and a small gift of currency to travel to some distant planet where I might live my life on my own terms, as I have every right to."

I am impressed by her boldness, but not easily moved. Freeing her would set a dangerous precedent. It would have to be done quietly, most likely involving the faking of her death; that is, assuming I am willing to part with her. Should she be half as useful as she claims, promising her freedom could be a serious mistake. Then again, should she fail, the time invested in her would be a colossal disappointment. Perhaps it is better to make it more of a gamble worth risking.

"All right, you want your freedom; I want my subjects in line. Should the day come that the uprising has been crushed, and you are an instrumental part in that feat, I will have Radditz personally escort you to the planet of your choice where you may live out the rest of your life as you see fit." I pause, taking a moment to carefully choose my words before I rise, with her immediately following me, "However, should you prove to be of little use to me, or matters fail to resolve themselves, you must willingly bind yourself to me for the rest of your life. That means you fulfill every obligation I lay upon you, whether that comes in the form of your political aid, your intellectual companionship or your talents on your back in my bed. You will withhold no part of yourself for me. Will you agree?"

She says nothing for some time as she takes several slow breaths. "They are stiff terms," she chokes out as her eyes leave mine. She keeps her gaze on the floor for several moments before looking back at me. Her answer is spoken with an eerie sense of calm, "You have a deal-one in which I have no doubt I will end up on top." 

The corner of my lips rises as I hear her consensus, assuring I win no matter what the outcome. "Then let us seal it," before she has a moment to realize what I am about to do, I wrap my hands around her neck, and pull her lips against mine. I have been aching for days to relive the sensation of her lips against mine. I know I should not feel this way, knowing who she is, knowing who has had her these last five years.

My blood runs cold at the thought, and I pull her more tightly against me. I do not want to think about how my enemy has had her, how he has used her, and hurt her. "Bulma," I whisper her name, silently demanding she part her teeth, to grant me access without needing force. When she refuses, I unwind my tail from my waist, and slowly extend it to graze her calf, before gliding in up the back of her leg in hopes of distracting her long enough to deepen my invasion. However, my intentions are swatted the moment my tail slithers between her thighs.

"No!" She shoves me away with a force so startling that I can do little but comply with it. Backing away from me, she covers one arm across her chest and the other across her pelvis as she turns away from me. "Do not ever put that thing inside me," she barely whispers as she sinks to her knees next to the bed. Her head falls against the frame as she hunches against the side. It takes me several moments to realize she has been referring to my tail. I take mental note not to use it on her in public. Should she react like this, our ruse will quickly be seen through. "I hate you monkeys," she mumbles, and I choose not to stay and question her volatile reaction. Her rejection is plain enough.

"I will come to collect you two nights from now," the promise is my last to her before I depart from the room. The victory I feel from the bargain I have struck with her has quickly dissipated.

Once a thick door separates us, I lean back against it. I feel the sudden urge to return to her side, grasp her arms with a stern force and order her not to look upon me ever again with the hatred she has displayed under my touch. But, quickly I decide against it. She is a woman with deep scars. I know that feeling, I have lived through it; I still carry it. Her hatred for my people runs deep; it follows that she will be opposed to being manipulated by our tails, the personification of the Saiya-jin race.

I will not, however, allow her resistance to endure with me for long. Granted, she has her demons to fight through, I have fought many of my own, but I will not allow her neurosis to interfere with my plans to destroy all who oppose me. Her problems mean nothing to me. She is a means to an end. I will not forget that.

I can never forget that.

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