Unspoken

Chapter 6 - Loyalty

"You are loving every minute of this," I hiss, as I stand naked in front of my new owner. "Even Brolli never had this much gall."

"Brolli never knew what he had," Vegeta answers in a half whisper as he slides his hands from the knot he has tied at the back of my neck down to the center of my spine. Under a power of its own, my back arches, causing my chest to press against his. The side of my face is cradled by the curve of his neck as he looks behind my back to tie the two remaining straps for the makeshift bra he had tailored for me. "Once you are bound to me, I will be the one dressing you every morning." The second tie tightens and then I feel his hands slide down to my hips, "And undressing you every evening."

My hips are pulled flush against his. His arousal pierces me. I want to pull away, but my body refuses to comply. "Finish this," I demand in a strained voice. He does not respond for several moments before he finally releases me, and walks over toward his bed where the bottom half of the costume he has for me is laying.

The top is soft. It is of a silky feeling fabric that caresses my skin, for what little it covers. The bottoms are of the same pale blue material. Kneeling down in front of me, Vegeta lowers the garment toward the floor so that I may step into it. I do, and try to look away as I feel him slowly pulling it up my legs until it rests gently on my hips. Its appearance I can only liken to that of a grass skirt from Chikyuu. It is most simply a blue thong with strips of the blue material lining the hem rounding my hips. The matching bra also has strips of fabric, though thinner, draping down my abdomen and back. I suppose I should be grateful. The garment covers more than I would have expected him to advocate.

"I will never be bound to you," I take the time now to object to his earlier statement.

Raising his gaze from my new outfit, he looks at me with disagreement in his eyes. "We shall see," he says simply before sliding his hands up the side of my body until they reach my neck. He uses them to pull me toward him, and then he lowers his lips to caress my skin.

"We are not yet in public," I find it hard to breath. "You should not be doing this."

"Consider it a warm-up," he quickly suggests, "I would not want you to get stage fright once you are out there." He spins me around with him, and suddenly I am on my back, on his bed. He leans over me and begins moving his lips toward the valley between my breasts. My chin thrusts into the air as I feel his tongue lick the sweat gathering upon my skin. I bite my bottom lip. He is right. I have to be prepared. My time with him has spoiled me with speech. I must remember I am mute.

"Your highness," the sudden sound of a male voice interrupts us. My head snaps toward the door to see Radditz standing in the passageway, in full armor just as Vegeta is dressed. "I am truly sorry to interrupt, but you are late," a note of amusement is hidden in the soldier's voice. There is nothing funny about the situation.

After lingering for a moment, Vegeta pulls away from me. I immediately sit up and then push myself off of the bed. Straightening myself out, I face the two men with my head held high. "Let's get this over with," I hiss at the two of them. Donning that infuriating smirk, Vegeta leads the three of us toward the private hall where Brolli, Nappa and ten of their co-conspirators have already been seated.

Once we arrive at the two massive doors enclosing the room, I feel a mild chill speed down my spine. To see Brolli and Nappa, to sit before them and act the whore I am not is a frightening endeavor. I can only pray I will be half as useful as I promised. My freedom depends on it. "Are you ready?" I hear the somber voice of the large guard to my right ask me.

Merely nodding my head, I watch as the doors swing open, and I begin a masquerade that can mean the difference between life and death for me.

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"Elites," I greet my guests with false sincerity as I throw open the doors and begin pacing toward the head of the rectangular table the men have risen from. "I hope none of you mind that I brought my newest purchase with me," I reach behind me, and pull Bulma to my side. She complies without hesitation. "She has become quite the addiction in these few short days that I have had her. I fear I do not have the fortitude to part from her for more than a matter of minutes."

I reach my seat-what was once my father's seat. It has a cushioned extension on either side. My father used to keep a woman in both seats while he performed his business. It suddenly does not sit well with me that I am emulating him at this moment. I order Bulma to sit on one of the cushions next to me. Again she complies without hesitation. I feel Brolli's ki spike. I do not need to waste time looking at him to see he is angry.

"You mean to insult me on this of all days, my king?" Nappa speaks up angrily as his eyes travel to Bulma, "She was meant for me."

"She was meant for whoever purchased her," I snap. "Besides, you should know all is fair in lust and war. I know my father always preached that philosophy." I slide my hand around the back of Bulma's neck, and then slip my finger down the front of her chest to cup an ample breast. She sags toward me, allowing better access.

"Your father never stole one of my women!" Nappa stands and slams his hand down on the table.

"And at exactly what point was she yours?"

"I promised her to him," Brolli finally speaks up. I now turn my gaze to him, smirking as I see him eyeing Bulma heatedly. I can see jealousy engulfing his eyes. I pull her closer to me.

"And instead I paid you handsomely to break that promise. Now really, Brolli, why would you care whom the woman ended up with? You got your money and unloaded a woman you no longer wanted. You should be thanking me for taking her."

"You fucked her without my permission!" Brolli is now on his feet, also slamming his hand upon the table. "You ordered her to secretly meet with you!"

"Is that what you tell yourself?" I mock aloud. "I hate to disappoint you, Brolli, but it was she who initiated our second meeting. It was she who clung to me the next morning, silently begging me not to leave her after you were so kind as to give her to me for the evening. You know it is quite amazing. For a woman who can not speak, it is shocking how easily she projects her hatred for you." I release a hearty laugh.

I hear Brolli crack his knuckles before he objects, "You are full of shit. That woman was never anything but dead weight in my bed. She hates our kind. She would never-never come to you willingly."

"You believe so?" I feel my smirk deepening. I twist my head toward Bulma. I recognize the glint in her eyes. I know how much she hates this man. She wants to humiliate him. I suppose I can only be grateful that she will be using me to do it. "What do you think? Will you come to me willingly?" Her eyes lock with mine, and I remove my hand from her breast.

Once she is free she pushes herself off of her seat and walks in front of me. She grasps my shoulders and uses them for support as she lifts one leg and then the other to straddle me. Her knees are bent, her thighs spread widely for me. She pushes her groin against mine. I immediately react. I can do little else.

She grasps one of my hands and pulls it to her lips. She bites down on the extra fabric of my gloved middle finger and slowly pulls it off of my hand. Thrusting it behind her, she returns her lips to my now naked flesh to assault me more completely. She glides her tongue over each of my digits, biting them once she reaches the tip, and then covering the indentation with an apologetic kiss.

Once she finishes with my right hand, she uses the same movements against my left. My eyes slide shut momentarily as I give in to her ministrations. I certainly have not adequately prepared for this scenario, but how could I have anticipated such an intense reaction from her mere willingness? I of course ignore the fact that her willingness is staged. Nothing will ruin this moment.

When she has enough of my fingers, she releases them and slowly slides her own down her thighs. She parts the fabric of the garment she is wearing so that I have a clear view of both of her creamy white legs. She then reclaims my hands and places them on the sides of her knees.

Following her lead, I allow her to guide me slowly up her milky skin until I reach her hips. Her breathing is now heavy, her chest rising and falling at an intense pace. I watch for her next move, silently wondering exactly how much of this is an act on her part.

Releasing my hands she then reaches behind her back and pulls the pile of her long blue tresses to rest on one side of her neck. Once her hair is out of the way, she seductively slides her fingers around her throat until they reach the top straps of fabric supporting her breasts. Unlacing them, she lets the covering fall, and her naked chest is gracefully bared to me. It takes all my willpower to suppress a moan of anticipation.

Sliding her right hand behind my neck, she pulls my lips toward her chest. I waste no time engulfing one of her pert nipples in my mouth. I lick, bite and suckling her for some time, memorizing the reaction each different stroke evokes from her.

Her back arches toward me, but her head slowly circles away until her chin is thrust up into the air. She gasps in short, but heavy breaths. I give her credit for the control she has over her vocal cords.

"Enough!" Brolli finally screams, interrupting our performance as he leaves his seat and walks around the table toward my chair. Shaking off her passion filled haze, Bulma leans in toward me, winding her arms around my chest, and burying her head against my shoulder. She cradles herself against my body as if for shelter, but I know better. I feel the smirk she is hiding against my chest. She knows how to infuriate her former master.

Winding one arm around her exposed back, I keep her well protected against me as we await Brolli's reaction. To my surprise, it is not quite what I would have expected. "You have drugged her."

The insinuation causes my eyes to narrow. Of course the fool would rationalize that the only way a woman could choose me over him was if some chemical was disturbing her mind. His arrogance-his sense of superiority-reminds me of my father. It strikes a powerful cord with me. "I am afraid not," I protest immediately.

"She is completely altered in personality. You clearly have her under some aphrodisiac. I am sure in this state she would hump that chair without you on it!" Brolli snaps. I am quick to embarrass him further as I call his bluff.

"Do you think so?" I challenge, "Let's find out?" I immediately release Bulma from my protection. Placing my hands flat on the arms of my chair, I gesture for Brolli to test his theory. It takes him but a moment to advance on the woman.

Brolli raises his arm to reach out for her, but Bulma jerks her body closer to mine, wrapping her arms around me more tightly. "Come here!" Brolli orders. Bulma shakes her head, and then grabs my arms one at a time and winds them around herself once more.

I am pleased with her acting until I feel her lips next to my ear, and in a muffled whisper I hear her entreaty, "Please, don't let him touch me." Her body shakes against mine and I realize the length of her acting abilities. She has already proven her hold over the man. I need not push her resolve anymore. Moreover, I suddenly realize I do not want to.

I catch Brolli's arm in midair before he can reach her. "I believe my point has been made. Now get back to your seat," I order in a threatening tone.

Brolli hesitates, before grumbling and then complying. Once he begins his trek back to his seat, I lower my lips to Bulma's ear, "Are you alright?" I ask because I still feel her body trembling against mine. For some reason, the thought of her distress unsettles me.

"Let me leave," I hear her quietly ask. My initial reaction is no, but while angering Brolli has been entertaining, I do have business to take care of, and it is clear none will be done with her distracting every man in the room-including myself.

"Radditz," I order the man to my side as I grasp the straps to Bulma's top and retie them. Once she is minimally covered again, I help her off my lap and order Radditz to take her to my room. Before she parts from me, she turns back and grasps my chin. Allowing her to twist my head to the side, she licks her way my cheek, before kissing goodbye the sensitive juncture right below my ear. I hear the words "thank you" muttered, and I quickly realize her gesture is twofold. The look she shoots Brolli before Radditz guides her out of the room clarifies the other.

Once my only two allies are gone, I hear one of the previously silent parties in the room question, "Why did you purchase her?" The man's tone is surprisingly calm.

"Was it to stick it to Brolli and Nappa, or have you changed your mind regarding the Seriichi?" another chimes in using a similarly serious tone.

"I think that is obvious," Brolli snaps.

It pleases me when he is ignored yet again by another of his allies. "We have all wondered if you carry the same desire for overindulgence in women as your father did. Your previous, public, condemnation of the slave trade caused much reason for alarm. But your recently dishonest purchase of this woman, and your willingness to meet with us have caused us to wonder if you have changed your mind."

"Not that any of us could blame you," a new speaker adds, "That one is clearly a mighty fine piece of ass when properly broken."

The rest of the group, save for Brolli and Nappa, join in laughter as I try to retain my composure. My blood boils as I am forced to listen to them speaking of my woman in such a manner-my woman? When did I begin to think of her as that? "My opinion has not changed," I snap, causing them all to become silent. "I still believe our use of the Seriichi is one of the most uncivilized practices we Saiya-jins participate in.  However," it angers me to have to make concessions, but for now I must do so to prevent my elites from declaring war on me. They will not win, but it is quite difficult to be King of a people that are mostly dead. "I can see how difficult it would be to part with the trade when such indulgences can be acquired through it."

I hear more laughter and grunts of approval follow before Nappa speaks up, "The Seriichi was only one of our grievances. We still have many more."

"Many," Brolli adds through gritted teeth.  

"Then let us discuss them," I advocate, but I only half listen throughout the rest of the dialogue. Brolli and I engage in a staring match that we both know will lead to a physical confrontation. I have humiliated him before his most loyal subjects. I have stripped him of one of his most prized women. And even worse, he recognizes that I have piqued her desires in what he believes is only a handful of encounters, while he has failed for over five years.

Yes, Bulma and I were right. I give the man one more day before he issues a challenge against me. Then I will kill the bastard once and for all, and I will be one step closer to eliminating my opposition.

The notion suddenly unnerves me. What if the woman succeeds in helping me topple the rebellion? What if I have to keep my word and set her free? The possibility does not sit well with me, but I try to push it aside. She might be of use to me in eliminating Brolli, but I doubt she will hold much purpose beyond that.

Yes, I will have my victory over these idiots, and I will keep the woman as well. That thought heats my blood. The woman set me aflame today with her manipulations. I cannot even begin to imagine what it will be like to finally have her. Hopefully, if things go as I plan, I will not have to imagine much longer.

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"That was quite a show you put on," I hear my large escort mutter before the door to Vegeta's bedroom glides shut and locks.

My brow rises as I turn to face him, "Is locking the door necessary?"

"You do not want someone walking in on us while you are speaking, do you? Your secret would be blown." I am suddenly quite skeptical of his intentions as the man walks toward me. I do not like the look in his eyes. I have seen it before in Brolli, usually before he throws me on his bed.

"I think I will wait in the adjoining room for Vegeta," I suggest and head in that direction, but I do not make it in there before Radditz grabs my arm.

"Vegeta's orders were for you to be in his room. You will stay here." He does not release me even after reminding me of his orders. I am immediately on edge.

"I can stand under my own power," I advise him, but he does not release me. Instead, he moves closer to me, grabbing my other arm.

"You must be needing some relief after your performance." I look up at the man to assess his intentions, but he quickly clarifies them with minimal vocalization. "I know I do," he adds before thrusting my stomach against his arousal.

I swallow, trying to control my temper. So this is Vegeta's most trusted ally? Fucking Saiya-jins. "Well, I am sure those big hands of yours can solve your problem," I shove against him, and to my surprise he immediately releases me with a chuckle.

"And what about your problem?" He does not move closer to me as he asks, but I still answer cautiously.

"If I do have a problem, I am quite certain you do not want to be the one fixing it-not with the temper your King has." I think if I remind him of Vegeta, he will back off. I am wrong.

"So you refuse me because you fear Vegeta's wrath? A sound reason for certain, but I wonder if you would act differently if I could assure you that he would never find out?"

I glare at the man as soon as he makes the suggestion. "You monkeys are all the same. You only want one thing. Well, I hate to break it to you, but I happen to find being touched by your kind disgusting, not gratifying. I would not let you touch me any sooner than any other male among your kind." That is not entirely true. If push came to shove, I would probably pick Vegeta first, but I do not want any of these men by force or manipulation. If I ever willingly lay with a Saiya-jin, it would be on my terms and only when I am free.

In other words: never.

"Unless properly motivated, right?" Radditz slyly questions as he crosses his arms over his chest and paces for a few moments in front of me. "Vegeta tells me he will give you your freedom in exchange for helping him eliminate his competition." I merely nod. So he knows the terms of our agreement. I cannot fathom his point. "That is a mighty difficult task. One I highly doubt you will be able to make good on."

I take a breath. I suddenly have an aching suspicion I know where this is going. "I hardly have any better options laid before me."

"Ah, my point exactly," he returns to his place right in front of me. His lips curl in an almost sinister smile that makes me want to claw his eyes out. "It has been a long time since I have had access to a woman of your caliber." He reaches out and strokes my hair. I only narrow my eyes as I wait for his proposal. "Being born to a low class, I have had access to only limited funds, and thus was mostly unable to purchase any slaves besides those who take care of my household. Women-especially ones like you-were never a possibility for me."

"I am terribly sympathetic," my sarcasm is deadpanned as I snap my head away from his hand. "You are an adviser to Vegeta now; I am sure your stipend is much larger."

"But not enough for a woman like you," he grabs the back of my neck and pulls me toward him. He takes in my scent, the same way Vegeta does. My teeth grind together. "For a few nights with you, I am willing to risk everything." My eyes narrow and he pulls his head back so that I can look in his eyes as he makes his offer, "Spend one hour for seven days in my bed, and when that time is up, I will get you off the planet without Vegeta ever knowing."

I feel my heart stop, "You can not possibly do that."

"I beg to differ," he insists. "Vegeta has charged me with handling your daily care. We will have hours when we are free from the possibility of his interrupting us. It will be quite simple to find that one hour each day, and only mildly more difficult to get you off the planet. I have access to all of Vegeta's personal transport ships. I can shut the tracking device off. If you get at least an hour head start, then no ship on this planet will be able to catch or find you."

I shake my head, "Do you think me a fool? I know your intentions, you wish to use me for the week and then leave your part of the agreement unfulfilled." 

"How could I do that?" he counters quickly, "If I do not fulfill our agreement, what would stop you from telling Vegeta of our affair? He would certainly kill me for my betrayal."

"You suggest he would take my word over yours," I dispute, but he again is ready for me.

"We Saiya-jins have very sensitive noses. If Vegeta properly inspected you, he would know which one of us was telling the truth."

"And then he would kill us both," I remind. "You expect me to keep silent to spare my own life."

"Or you could tell him I raped you. I am quite certain he would believe that over this scheme." My eyes narrow. He truly has thought this through. "Vegeta will kill you if you help me escape."

"How is he to know I helped you?" Radditz questions. "You could have stolen the ship without my help. You appear to be a very resourceful woman." 

I push away from him, trying to process all of this. Seven days, seven days and I could have my freedom. I can surely survive seven hours with this man after surviving five years with Brolli. And he is right, what are my chances of completing my agreement with Vegeta? He expects so much, and in exchange he wins no matter what. But with Radditz, he is risking something as well. What is to stop Vegeta from reneging on his promise?

But how can I betray him? I should not care. He is just a Saiya-jin-a monkey, an animal who leads this vicious pack. But, I gave my word to him. If I go back on it, I am no better than these barbarians who would kill their own family if it meant they could acquire the most basic of pleasures. But can I trust that Vegeta will keep his word? If he breaks it, or I fail in my part of the task, I will be stuck with him until the day I die.

"Have you an answer?" I hear Radditz question me. I inhale a thick gasp of air before I turn around to face him.

"No," I answer minimally and then exhale. That was harder than it should have been.

"No?" he repeats sounding not the least bit angry, only genuinely surprised.

"A lot has been stripped of me since I was brought to this planet, but my integrity can only be sacrificed if I allow it to be. I gave my word to your King that I would help him eliminate Nappa and Brolli and their allies, and I intend to follow through with that plan."

"Even if it means you will be bound to Vegeta for the rest of your life?" he questions skeptically.

"If that is my curse, then so be it. I won't compromise my ethics. That would make me no better than your kind."

"I see," Radditz nods before walking past me and opening the door to the adjoining room I have been staying in. "The clothes you asked for were delivered to your room earlier. Feel free to shower and change into them before returning to Vegeta's room."

I freeze in my spot. My guard's demeanor has completely changed. The lust and deceitfulness he has just been projecting has disappeared. The change is so sudden that I cannot help but be struck thinking his behavior is odd. "W-Where are you going?" I ask as I watch him head toward the exit.

"I will wait in the hall for Vegeta to return." He quickly places his hand on the electronic padlock that unlocks and opens Vegeta's chamber doors. The moment after he steps out I hear the door slide shut behind him.

Confused by the swiftness of his change in manner, I find myself hesitate before walking into my chambers. But once I gather the strength to, I grab one of the suits that had been delivered. It is fashioned in what I remember my old athletic suits looking like. Except the material feels like the same fabric the Saiya-jins have their uniforms made from.

Taking a short breath, I grab one of the blue suits and bring it into my washroom. I strip off the hideous garment Vegeta dressed me in, and throw it to the floor. Once I feel my body being pounded by the water, I run my hand down to my vagina and feel the moisture that had gathered there earlier. My head slams against the shower wall as I feel the weight of my embarrassment.

Vegeta must have smelled it. He must have known how lost I was with him. There were moments when I was in his lap that I completely forgot we had an audience. I had wanted him. I wanted for once in my miserable life to know the bliss of consensual sex. For one moment I wanted to be normal.

I suddenly find myself realizing there is another reason I had to refuse Radditz. I knew it would take away from the sensations I was beginning to feel when I was with Vegeta. For some reason he is different. I am not afraid to be touched by him. Instead I find moments when I crave it.

I sink to my knees, broken by the weight of the realization. What is happening to me? This is business. I help him. He sets me free, nothing more. There cannot be anything more. He is a Saiya-jin-a monkey-one of the bastards that destroyed my life. He is my enemy. I cannot forget that.

"How fetching you look, naked and on your knees."

I release a horrified gasp as my head spins around to see the shower door swung open with an angered Saiya-jin standing in its frame.

I all too late realize I should have stayed at the conference with Vegeta's arms protectively locked around me.

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