Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Violation ❯ Escape Attempt ( Chapter 2 )

He was asleep. Finally. Turning over, careful not to wake him, the young woman named Bulma found her limbs intwined with his. She could still smell the musky scent of his flesh pressed against her body, still aching from his earlier...affections. She lay bare of any type of clothing, her torso pressed to his strong, robust chest, breathing as he breathed, however unwillingly. Terrified, but anger and hatred over-riding said terror, Bulma untangled her limbs from his and cautiously pried his fingers from her hair and back.

Sitting up on, she allowed her azure hair to fall over her shoulder, it was long and thick and slightly wavy, to cover her nakedness. A taut pink nipple peeked through the locks and she shivered in the chill of the room. Crawling over Vegeta's body, which was laying nude with only a the small of the sheet draped over his most private area, Bulma crept painstakingly across the cold gray floor of the ship towards the place she'd seen he have items such as clothing and bedding stored.

She was so cold...

Shivering, she touched the button that opened the compartment and peered inside. With trembling hands, for she didn't know what her punishment would be if she were caught doing something without asking for permission first, she withdrew something that looked like a black bodysuit and quickly donned it. She relaxed as her chill slowly disapeared. The bodysuit was made of such a material that kept her body heat inside the suit and cirulated it to keep the chill away. She pressed the button to close the closet and turned back to where the Prince lay sleeping, snoring slightly with his mouth part-way open.

She knew her chance was no or never. She knew the ship hadn't taken off yet, she'd have felt it if it had. So she knew there was a chance she could get away...if only she could get outside. Bulma, her heart in her throat and her body still sore from the earlier rapes that she'd had to endure, made her way to the door of Vegeta, Prince of Saiyan's, chambers. She had barely crossed the threthhold when she felt a strong, callaused grip wrap about her arm and tug her back inside.

Damn! She cured to herself, Damn! Damn! Damn! She'd thought for certain he had been dead to the world asleep. She was unprepared for just how lightly he could sleep when he wanted to. Vegeta had woken up almost the instant she rolled over in bed, but he'd feigned sleep to see what she would do. He thought, with no little amount of annoyance, that he would have to punish her now for her disobedience.

"Trying to escape?" He asked, his voice low and deadly. Bulma pulled her arm but it was no use, he was much stronger and held her easily enough, "I thought you said you agreed to stay with me?"

"I..I.." She faltered, unsure what she could say that didn't make her look like a fool, she had been caught trying to sneak out, red-handed, nothing she could say would change what he'd seen wit his own eyes. She proceeded to glare at him through eyes as blue as the ocean on a cloudless day. Smirking, Vegeta pulled the door closed behind her and pushed her to the floor. Looking up, it was only then that she realized he was completely devoid of clothing.

His sex brushed against her nose, twitching when she moved her face away. But he reached down and slapped her cheek gently to move her back into place and said, huskily, "Pleasure me, woman."

"I..I..don't..." Bulma stuttered, backing away, "No..."

Growling, Vegeta bent down and jerked her to her feet, picking her up and tossing her roughly onto the circular grey-covered bed. Crawling over her so that he pinned her down with his thighs about her shoulders, holding her arms down, he positioned himself once more near her slightly parted lips. "Now," He said, watching her face with hard dark eyes, "I am not going to tell you a third time."

Slowly, feeling disgusted but not wanting to hurt anymore and knowing that if she failed to comply he could make things much worse on her, Bulma allowed her saliva-drenched tongue to snake from betwen her lips and trail around and about the tip of his length. She felt him shudder above her and quickened her movements, lifting her head slightly to pull him partway into her mouth, her tongue gliding her the hot velvetness of his shaft. With a sudden grown, Vegeta plunged himself into her mouth, ignoring her sudden choking and pulled himself slowly out and back in, enjoying the feel of her tiny lips and tongue and mouth all wrapped so tightly about him. It was almost too much, his head thrown back, he nearly lost himself, pulled out and came right in her face. But he did not.

Removing the onepeice jumpsuit she'd come across, Vegeta found gazing at her naked flesh much more appealing. He let the garment fall, crumpled, to the floor beside the bed. The woman could wear it later if she liked, he didn't really care. Only, she should have asked him first.

Taking his still hard member from her mouth, he slide down her body, licking a trail of wetness across her flawless white skin, pausing to suckle each pretty pink nipple as a babe in arms before forcing her thighs apart with a jerk of his head. She felt his hair brushing against her inner thighs and opened her eyes, horrified to see that he was about to do to her what that little bald-headed man had done. Trembling, because she knew she had no chance if she tried to run now, she closed her eyes and waited, merely waited, for him to be done with her once more.

However.

She gasped when she felt his mouth upon her, darting into her to play at her opening, twirling about the nub of her pleasure in agonizing slowness. Not at all what she'd felt before. Inserting a finger into her tightness, she felt him begin to move it in time to his working tongue, the sensations sending small shiveres of eletricity up and down her spine. She'd never realized it was possible to feel so...so...she couldn't even think of words to discribe how she was feeling. She never knew it was possible to hate something and yet love something so much. Half of her wanted him to stop and leave her alone, but another part of her wanted it to go on forever. It felt that good.

Vegeta knew what he was doing to her. He wasn't stupid. He could feel when she'd nearly reached her peak, but he would not allow her to cross over. Just when her breathing had reached it's heaviest and he knew she was about plunge over into the star-filled vortex that came with a most intense orgasm...he stopped. Pulling away from her delicatly scented flesh he looked down at her and watched her expression change from expectation, to disgust and finally, to hurt and anger.

Rolling off of her, Vegeta said; "Consider that your punishment. If you ever try escaping again, I won't be so lenient with you."

Vegeta was still hard as a rock, but he resisted the urge to go back and fuck her like he desired. There was the matter of princable at stake, besides, he'd go jerk off in the showers in a moment. He heard Bulma sniffing behind him and knew that she what she must be feeling. To be brought that close...and yet be denied. It was worse than torture, he knew. Yet, she had to learn who was the master and who was the slave in this relationship.

Bulma heard rather than saw him leave the chambers and lock it behind himself as he headed for the showers. He stayed in there a long time. Slowly, the trembling in her body ceased, the pulse pouding between her thighs dawdling to a faint feeling of warmth and wetness. She couldn't believe it. She'd actually been getting off on what he had been doing to her! The thought sickened her. He was a ruthless murderer who'd raped her and then given her to his friends for thier entertainment...and she...dear god...she'd actually wanted him to contine doing that thing to her with his tongue! She rolled over and sobbed herself to sleep, words could not discribe how soiled she felt.

She opened her eyes when she smelled something that seemed like it might be food. She was hungry, it had been hours since she'd last eaten. Vegeta placed the tray on the bed and told her to eat. After she'd eaten, he walked her to the showers and allowed her to bathe. She washed her hair and body, using the soap that was alreedy in the stall to scrub the scent of The Prince and his friends off her body. She felt as if she could scrub all day until her skin was raw and bleeding and never feel clean enough. At last he got tired of waiting and jerked her out of the stall with her hair hanging in her face, her body half-rinsed off. Seeing her glistening wet and naked, the chill in the room perking her nipples, made him stiffen and ready once more, to take her.

Shoving her down to the floor of the showers, he disregarded her pushing at him to get away, he wondered if she would always try to fight him, even though it was a wasted effort, the dampness of her body wet his clothing and stuck them to his chest and legs. She flailed about and tried to hit him with her fists, screaming as she did so. But, such actions had no effect on him. It was much like a swarm of flies around a mammoth's hindqaurtors, merely a nuisance. Swiftly, because he'd waited too long as it was, he lowered his pants and forced her legs apart with his hips, driving himself into her, impaling her on his length as one would an enemy in battle upon a spear, driving himself deeper and deeper with each bone-jarring thrust.

Moving beneath him reluctantly, yet unable to cease her body's betrayal, Bulma squeezed her eyes closed tightly and clenched her jaw, allowing her mind to float far...far from her body and what was happening, yet again, to it. In her mind she visualized various ways of inflicting major damage on certain areas of the Prince's...anatomy. At last, over what seemed like hours, yet more than likley were only a few minutes, she felt him quiver above her and exclaim in a half grunt, half yell as he came deep inside of her.

Breathless, Vegeta detached his now flaccid appendage from Bulma's reddened and sodden aperture and stood up, pulling his pants back to his waist and adjusting himself as he did so. She still lay on the floor of the showers, trembling, legs still splayed. He noticed her eyes were still closed so tightly that he could see small crow's feet upon the corners of them. "You can relax now, woman." He said to her and she winced at the sound of his voice, the tone like ice water, "I'm through with you for now."

Bulma felt the towel hit her across the face before her eyes snapped open. Vegeta was looking down at her, an expression of irritation and satifaction crossed his rugged features as he said; "Hurry up. I have things to do."

Drying herself off, Bulma wrapped the towel about her slight form and, eyes downcast, followed the Prince from the room and back to his chambers. She noticed, not for the first time, that he had a tail. Yes, a tail! Normally he kept it wrapped tightly about his narrow waist and she wondered if all of his race had them. She'd not seen one on Kakkarot, but then, he'd been behind her the entire time and he could have had it hidden from view.

Her thoughts came to a halt as someone stopped them in the hallway. Vegeta, disregarding her presence, turned and spoke in a langage she was unfamilar with to the man who had stopped them. She heard the tone of Vegeta's voice change from annoyed to angered and suddenly, to something akin to fear. Which, of course, he quickly disguised behind rage. He began barking orders to the man, who bowed low and scrambled away from his Prince's dark gaze like a cat would a snarling pitbull.

Bulma noticed that Vegeta's tail was no longer wrapped safely about his waist. In fact, it writhed and wiped about as if in an agitated state. Her eyes never leaving that dark brown furriness snaking from Vegeta's backside, she heard the footsteps pounding on the ship's floor that spoke of many things being done at once and knew that if she was to have any hope at all of escaping her situation, she had to act fast.

Without thinking, acting merely on instinct alone, she reached out and stopped his tail's movements with two hands wrapped tightly about it.

"Wha...?!" Vegeta cried out as pain shot through him as the female's nails dug into the sensitive flesh, "Release that, woman, now!"

"No!" Bulma, suddenly brave in the face that she seemed to be really hurting him, twisted the tail in her hands until he was brought down, to his knees, in agony. Sweat broke across his face and dripped into his eyes. The pain was so great as to be nearly unbearable. Why did his tail have to betray him!? Why didn't it stay about his waist like it was suppose to!? She glared down at him, everything she'd been though came flooding back and she wanted to make him hurt, make him suffer and feel what it means to be the one in someone else's control.

Screaming, tears coursing down cheeks enflamed with the passion of her rage, Bulma clutched his tail hard and brought one still-bare foot down as hard as she could on the center of it, feeling his body quake as a gutteral scream escaped his mouth before he fell, face-first onto the floor, passing out from the pain. Hearing footsteps behind her, Bulma cursed herself for her foolishness and ran around the corner, leaving The Prince on the floor, his tail wrapping instictivally about his waist as he huddled in a fetal position.

"Serves you right, you bastard!" She hissed to herself as she slipped around another corner and made for the ship's exit. She'd rather take her chances in an apocolyptic world than stay on this vessel of over-sexed simians and thier partners-in-crime!