Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Violation ❯ Escape Plans Interrupted ( Chapter 5 )

With sweat dripping in his face, Vegeta barked an order to the computer to halt the program, grabbed a towel and mopped at his face. Through one of the portholes he could the stars zipping past as his ship headed towards its desination. Striding towards the doors which led outwards from the training deck towards the corridor, he paused, sniffing the air. Something wasn't right.

Just as he was about to take a step towards the scent, it was a mixture of fear and woman and too familar to ignore, something brushed his side and he heard a sharp intake of breath. Frowning into the empty space that his senses told him wasn't empty at all, he snapped his hand into the air and felt warm flesh about his fingers. He could feel the pulse beating beneath his grip and something else, some kind of bracelet with buttons on it. His thumb touched one such button and blinked at the woman, Bulma, shimmered into view.

She was naked, and pulled at her arm trying to free herself. Her eyes were wide with fear and disapointment. He knew she was angry that her plan hadn't worked. He merely looked at her for a moment, as if trying to decide what he wanted to do with her. Bulma shivered involunarily under his gaze but glared down at him. Finally, he shoved her into the closest room, the training room he'd been working out in a few moments before.

"You are starting to wear on my nerves," He said through clenched teeth. Without warning he snatched the device off her wrist and began to examine it, "Hmm, so it seems your not just good for bedplay."

"Let me go, dammit!" Bulma cried, slapping at his arm with her free hand, "I hate you!"

Vegeta smirked at her words, let the device fall and stomped it hard with one booted foot. As it shattered, Bulma felt her heart breaking as well. As with all of her inventions, she grew quite attached to them and seeing someone so carelessly destroy what she had created pained her to no end. "I hate you, you monster!" She cried, over and over. Vegeta frowned, grabbed her face between his fingers, his grip strong enough to break her bones and hissed into her face; "Keep a civil tongue in your mouth when you are addressing royaly, woman, or I might just be tempted to cut it out."

Silenced by his words, Bulma could only stare. She was fully aware of her nudity and tried to in vain to cover herself up. She shivered with more than just fear. Vegeta noticed this and asked; "Are you cold?"

"No!" She cried, stubbornly, her chin jutting out defiantly, she had one arm crossed her over her chest now, the other still being held by him. Vegeta saw her hardened nipples perking upwards and knew she was lying. "Computer. Raise tempature three degrees."

"Tempature adjusted, Vegeta, Almighty Prince of All Saiyans" Came the computer's mechinized slightly female-sounding voice. If she were so scared, Bulma might have rolled her eyes at the address Vegeta had so obviously programmed into the computer. Dragging her to the side of the room, he opened a panel in the wall and pulled out what looked to be clothing. Forcing it into Bulma's hand, he stood back and told her to dress.

She opened the garment and saw that it was a one-piece tight-fitting black job with long sleeves that tapered into finger-less gloves and looked as if a huge peice of the outfit was missing as there was a hole, right below her breasts and snaking down towards her waist, exposing her navel. The sleeves, as well, had holes all the way up the arms to the shoulders and the neckline plunged so dramatically she feared bending down for what would probably come popping out.

Yet, it was better than nothing. She pulled it on and, despite it being almost no covering at all, felt more secure. It was funny what a little material can do to one's sense of security. He nodded approvingly at her and then walked back to her, taking her upper arm in his hand and steering out of the room and back towards his own chambers. Once he'd shoved her through the door, he said, seriously, "Do you realize how dangerous that was to try your little stunt?"

She glared at him from where he'd placed her in a chair next to the bed, leaning foreward so that his face was inches from her's. She could smell the sweat clinging to his skin from his workout and saw the beads still upon his neck and dripping into the neckline of his uniform, "It was worth a shot." She snapped, "Anything's better than staying here with you!"

"Kakkarot and I aren't the only Saiyans aboard this vessel," He said, resisting the urge to strike her, "Thought I would gut anyone who did touch you without my say, I can't be everywhere at once."

"So, what do you care?" She said, tears in her eyes, "It's not like it mattered when you let...let..."

"I've been careful with you, to an extent," Vegeta went on as if he didn't hear her sobs, "And I know Kakkarot, he doesn't like to hurt things if he can help it, he was as gentle as he could be with you. But, dammit, woman, others won't care. They'll break you in half like an old twig and laugh while they're doing it. Even though I'd kill them, you'll still be dead. Am I getting through to you at all?"

Bulma sniffled back another sob, swiped a hand over her eyes and nodded.

"Good." He said, straighting up, He glanced at the dismantled panel in the wall, "No more inventing. Not unless I say otherwise. It's time to eat."