Hi all you wonderful BV fans. In light of trying to reignite my flickering writing spark I decided to check out the ongoing challenges on the brilliant We're Just Saiyan community. This has therefore been inspired by the Royal Challenge. I'm not sure if I will be submitting it in but I will use their well thought out prompts for inspiration.

This story will be rather dark but if you've read Revenge: AER, it is completely different because Bulma and Vegeta will be on the same side here. However, please note the rating is M. This will be a short story of exactly 5 chapters with a word count ranging from 3 – 10k for each chapter.

So while writing this I realised that the Bulma here could be related to Jezebel and on further research I decided to use some Jezebel references to strengthen the plot of this story. Not that Bulma will possess any of the more adulteress, murderous traits but rather for her beauty and seductive appeal to make sense for some Saiyans. It will make sense after the Prologue. Things to know: Jezebel is the Anglicized transliteration of the Hebrew Izevel. The Oxford Guide to People & Places of the Bible states that "the name is best understood to mean 'Where is the Prince?'." Fitting, don't you think? Thank the Lord for Google.

Prompt: Bloody Battles

DISCLAIMER: I do not own DBZ of course. This should suffice for the duration of the story.

WARNINGS: Bad language, blood, violence, character death, scenes of a sexual nature, mentions of rape. A concerted effort has been made to avoid crudity however if you are a sensitive reader, this one is not for you.


Bloody Battles


Prologue

Death was easy.

Izevel could live beyond death, she was an ancient Jin after all. An angel who had left the secure folds of heaven as she descended upon the mortal world. She had sacrificed it all for love. As of course there was nothing more powerful than love.

She had been wrong.

The Saiya-jins were murderous. Menacing. Merciless. They believed not in love, they believed in none of the emotions they so mercurially shut their hearts against. They knew only power in taking what they wanted with brute strength and violent force. Izevel had been duty bound to Earth, helping human beings with righteousness. Then the Saiya-jins came and Izevel had slowly lost herself to a young Saiya-jin.

She had been enamoured by Prince Vejita, falling prey to the lust he so inspired within her. He wooed her with his contradicting traits. His kindness in his brutality, softness against his hardness and empathy in his disdain. Vejita had begged her to come to him, to be with him with the promise of forever. Izevel had willingly given in.

Prince Vejita had broken tradition, old archaic laws, regulations and went against every one of his ancestors to mate with Izevel. They had been happy for sparse moments in time. Short bursts of wondrous thrills that made them giddy with pleasure.

Then he had come. The almighty King Vejita. He had wanted to break his young son's spirit and so he took the beautiful Jin for himself. The King used many of his most loyal men to restrain the young Prince, forcing Vejita to watch in horror as his father raped his mate. Izevel, in a moment of rage and despair had slit the King's neck while he was lost in his climax, his seconds of weakness.

Prince Vejita had finally used his rage to break free from the holds of his stunned captors. He took Izevel with him and they left for another Planet. Yet soon Vejita's love began to wither, the scene of his father raping her turned him bitter against Izevel. He could no longer touch her without seeing her beneath The late King, and soon his longing started to consume him. Filled with rage and anger he could handle it no longer when Izevel began to swell with a child.

His powerful love had turned into a fierce hatred that burned within him. He had dragged Izevel back to Vejita-sei where he claimed to see the error of his ways, sacrificing Izevel to reclaim his throne. She was strung up by her hands and legs her sea green hair failing to hide her naked body as she was burned alive.

They were foolish creatures though. Simple. Undeserving. They knew not of ancient kind and the wrath of the Gods above them. They believed not in Karma or Kismet. Retribution and destiny. They set too much store by their strength alone. And for that, they would repent, one day. Her body may have been mortal yet the soul that resided within her flesh was immortal.

Izevel closed her emerald green eyes and whispered on her last breaths, "I, an old Angel chosen to forfeit thy immortal life for the power of Love hereby declare my soul an everlasting gift to Fate. And there will come a day where Fate will intervene and Love will rise to conquer these brute forces that know you not. Every Vejita will know only servitude on these mortal plains until one of your sons learns true, unconditional love …"

Soon, Vejita's in different Universes, times and worlds died alone; bitter and resentful. Unfulfilled and unloved.

However, souls knew no boundaries. They were not confined to the limits of time and so they drifted outside the barriers that separated the worlds from each other until fate gave it a worthy home.


Death was easy.

That was what Vegeta thought as he gave a humourless chuckle through swollen lips. The wheezy sound passed through a mouth where many teeth were missing. He closed his heavy lids, rimmed black and blue from strong fists and took in a deep breath. It hurt to breathe, he was certain his lungs were punctured from his broken ribs. He knew if he did not get into regen tank this instant, he would die.

His latest enemy was merciless. A brute who took betrayal to his cold, bitter, blackened heart. His father. The almighty King Vegeta had beaten his son to within an inch of his life. His only son. His pride and joy. His successor. The boy he had mentored from birth to take his place when he could no longer be King or when Vegeta surpassed him.

It seemed that it would not come to pass. Prince Vegeta would die at the hands of his father. For his father's touch had him lying on the ground like a pitiful dog, waiting for death to claim him, for surely death was easier than this life.

Vegeta smirked. He would die with his lips curved in a last moment of defiance. He would give all that he had. This would be the point of no return he knew it, and for once, he did not care. He would give all his momentous pride, his throne, his people to escape this world. For the chance to have the last laugh at his father.

Of course he would see her again, he would be with her again while his father stayed here with the knowledge that his son had ousted him in a way that was emasculating. His son would forever be the better Saiyan.

"She prefered me so much more than you father." Vegeta's chuckles turned into wracking coughs as blood clogged his throat. He would persevere though. So he swallowed the metallic taste of his own blood and the thick bile clumped there, pushing words from his lips.

"Shut up!" The King roared. His loud booming voice laced with so much bitter anger and volumes of rage.

The King kicked Vegeta and he flew against a wall. Still he got to his knees with one arm wrapped around his waist, his other hand dragging uselessly at his side. He spat more blood from his mouth before he looked up at his father. His fathomless black eyes glaring menacingly at the man who had sired him.

"She did father. All those times I fucked her she would scream my name and I knew father, I knew that even though we shared the same name, she had never put that much passion into that one word." Vegeta taunted. Surely he could have the last laugh by riling up his father.

The King grabbed his son's hair, the same thick flame that could have been his if Vegeta's was not a dark black. His tanned skin was red from rage and his mind screamed at him to end his son's life. To kill the brat for such outright deceit against his own father. His knuckles hurt from cracking into his son's bones, his own body not completely unscathed he knew. His son was a worthy opponent, yet even Vegeta could not take on an army of Saiyans all by himself.

"You have fought valiantly son." The King said in a voice that could have been mistaken for proud had he not been holding his bloody son in a vulnerable position, waiting to deliver his final blow. "However you can not be forgiven for your transgressions. You have finally gone too far."

Vegeta could see rage burning within his father's dark brown eyes as the older Saiyan remembered Vegeta's actions for the past six months.

"Do it." Vegeta dared as his onyx eyes whirred with the very memories that were playing in his father's eyes. He would die with those very thoughts on his mind and one word on his lips.

Bulma


Chapter One

Bulma.

She was a Goddess sent to this world for the soul satisfaction of being loved. Her beauty ensnared the brilliant senses of the best of men, causing them an endless stupor of sheer lust. Her blue hair flowed around her heart shaped face. Big, blue eyes entrancing anyone it set it sights upon. Bee stung lips that called to a man to kiss, were unwillingly addictive. Lush curves set beneath pearlescent skin that would put the finest silk to shame. No man could deny her beauty, none could ignore her body and all wanted to indulge in her.

Men would pay for her, fight for her … kill for her.

And he was no different. They wondered, his faithful people, whether she was a witch who had cast a spell upon him. Bewitched him. For surely she could not be a mere human being. What would he, the strongest warrior in the Universe see in such a weak creature? His prowess should be immune to such foolish endeavours like lust. So it made sense that she had powers unknown to them all. For the human race was not one they were familiar with. Even if she looked similar to their kind, she would never be theres and he was their King.

Vegeta.

He had killed his own wife after she had failed to deliver their second son. He was a possessive, jealous Saiyan. One of the worst in a land full of raging apes. She knew though she had no choice in the matter. She had sacrificed herself for the well-being of her planet. She had bargained with the bloody Saiyan who had started it all.

When she had been young, younger than her twenty six years of age Raditz had come to Earth searching for his brother. Bulma gave a rare smile as she thought of her beloved best friend. Who had known that Goku would come from such a cruel race of barbarians. That he was not meant to be a kind natured and caring man because he was not a human. He was a Saiyan.

Raditz had taken Gohan, asking Goku – or Kakarot as he had called Goku then – to complete his mission and kill the Earthling's. Raditz had soon lost interest in his task as he had seen Bulma who had been holding onto little Gohan on Master Roshi's island. How long ago now was that day, since she had felt cool sea breeze touch her face, the sound of waves crashing peacefully against her ears as she could tasted the saltiness around her.

Now she tasted a life of captivity and abuse. A life where she left a trail of death behind her. She reasoned that it was not her fault from somewhere deep down her weak heart. She knew she enjoyed the way the bastards where killing themselves for her. Her soul seemed to crow in unfamiliar victory at the sight of their defeats. It was the only kind of power she had here.

When Raditz had taken her for himself he had returned them to Vegeta-sei. Half truths and full lies easily spun on finding his brother in a neighbouring solar system from where they had initially sent Kakarot on a purging mission. There Kakarot had crashed his space craft and lost all his memory. He was an abomination to his race, Raditz had told his King and father. He had boasted this to her upon many of his drunken stupors.

Then she had become a secret. Too scared to be questioned on why he had brought her with him, an illegal parcel, too afraid to lose her before he had indulged in her Raditz had carefully hidden her in his home.

She knew what was to come that first night. She had expected it. And yet for some reason – fear or repulsion maybe – she had begged to be left alone. Pleaded and cried while she tried unsuccessfully to move from his grasp. How could she? He was a tower compared to her and his strength compared them to a giant and an ant.

So she had let him. She had closed her eyes and thought about her parents, her friends, Goku and little Gohan. She had thought about them all as she simply just lay there. She bit her lip at his harsh entry, he was too big for her. She let hot tears burn her skin like acidic trails when his invasion was more powerful than her happy thoughts long since passed. Thoughts that were only distant memories now, too far to grasp in this horrid world.

For depressing months after, he tried to encourage her to become willing. He touched her softly and tried his best to illicit a reaction of lust or desire from her. None of which worked however, their first time was too ingrained in her mind to erase after. Every touch of his still made her shudder in fear and squeeze her eyes shut. Every kiss made her stomach churn and every time he entered her she would start doing extremely complex equations in her brain.

As he failed he became bitter. She could see his patience whiter away as his actions became more harsh. Of course he never used enough force to kill her, only to hurt her. To try and break her. However, the more he tried, the more her stubbornness was drawn out. She became fierce in her silent struggle. She would never break.

"One day." He whispered as he pulled her close into his side, holding her like a new born babe all through the heartbreaking night. And she would cry.

Thinking one day she would be free from her torment.

That was the last night she had been with Raditz. One night he had been too drunk to realise that one of his fellow Saiyans had become curious as to why he was no longer using the whores at the Harems. Why his missions were now based to planets near Vegeta-sei, or simply far and few in between. He may have been a third class Saiyan, unworthy of tracking, yet someone noticed Raditz' odd behaviour.

That was the night he had come. Broly. Bulma shuddered. If she could have chosen then, she would have chosen Raditz. Broly had gotten Raditz so drunk and followed him home. There he had seen the reason Raditz was acting strangely. And so Broly had killed him. Bulma would never forget the blood that spattered her face because she would never believe that she could feel relief at seeing someone dead.

For one glorious moment Bulma could breathe. She was free. She had been saved and she had smiled for the first time in months.

It was short lived.

Broly was a masochist. He revelled only in her pain. Turning himself on by watching her skin bleed or hearing her sharp hisses of pain. The more stubborn she became in refusing to sound her agony, the harsher his punishment was. It was never enough for his male ego though.

"Come for me." He would demand with a slap or a vicious bite. Yet she never did.

How could she? They never understood that she had emotions, needs and wants. That she was not another alien they paid to have sex with. That her exotic beauty yet similar physical characteristics to theirs was what enchanted them to her. Secrets could not be kept forever tough. Broly like Raditz became obsessed with breaking her defiance, with trying to command her and it began to consume him. More so than Raditz.

His father Paragus sought to relieve Broly from his burden. Trying to control his son's lust, the older man had leashed his son while Broly was too overcome with a burning desire to fight back. Paragus wanted to kill her, of course he did and she was welcoming it. With Raditz gone, her secret was safe. No one knew that Earth had not been blown up by Raditz.

And no one knew where to look for her either. She had asked Goku - not because Raditz had demanded she do so, but for their own safety - not to look for her and Goku knew what that meant. They all did. In reality who would have expected her to last this long. So she accepted it, welcomed it. Surely death was easier than this life.

Fate must have had more faith in Bulma though for she was not granted the reprieve that death would bring. Paragus wanted to break his son, torment Broly into his senses. So Paragus had stripped Bulma before his own son.

"She is nothing but a whore. You set too much store by her." Paragus spat. Yet when he looked down at the pale woman before him, he inhaled. Inhaled the intoxicating scent that was so foreign his body jerked with lust.

She gasped and he knew he wanted a taste of her full lips. He dipped his head and tasted her. More delicious than an age old wine made from the richest blood, sweeter than the wild fruits that grew on the trees of their land. Consumed with desire Paragus had forgotten his earlier intentions when his own walls were crumbling around him. He lost himself in lust as Bulma lay there, all the while her eyes focused on Broly.

She subconsciously egged Broly on with those shinning blue sapphires, calling upon him to break free from his father's bonds. And so he obeyed her. He roared with a fury that shook the very walls of his large house and he lunged for his father. Bloody battle ensued. Bulma was coming to expect this. Leaving a string of bloody battles in her wake was oddly a heady sensation.

A battle so unruly and fierce, in the dead of night, could not rage unnoticed though. Even on Vegeta-sei. Soon an army of Saiyans were there, too late however. They were simply breaking up a fight between two dead beings and looking down at the blue haired woman draped in her bloody, white silk. Bulma wondered if this was her opportunity to escape, to leave. They were too strong for her. Dragging her by her arms, her knees scraping against the rough sand of their land she so hated. The night air was musty and stifling, so still that Bulma cried and begged to be released just so she would not go mad by the silence that ensued in the darkness around her as it permeated her mind. At least in the confinement of Broly's home the marble walls allowed her some coolness.

"Please let me go. I beg you, please." She sobbed brokenly.

They heard her not and she wondered why her looks garnered none of the instant lust the other Saiyans had died for. Was it that her hair was covering too much of her beautiful face now or her dress was soiled with blood? She knew not why they were dragging her way into the city towards the stone castle she knew to house the royals.

She was picked up at the large double doors, a bald headed giant enquiring on what was going on. He nodded vaguely and Bulma wondered if he was dumb. Then he grabbed her up from her knees. She barely reached his chest and so he lifted her like a rag doll under the pits of her arms.

Again he asked the guard who had dragged her here something in a language she did not understand. Then he snorted and his lips curled down in distaste as he held her out to his gaze. 'Kill me, please.' She thought hopelessly. She barely had time to register the sparse castle with its imposing tapestries depicting age old warriors before the giant reached a wide pair of double doors. He pushed it opened and dropped her unceremoniously on the ground.

She did not focus on the blood red drapes that was adorned the imposing with rich gold embroidery woven into it. Her blue eyes could not look at the majestic thrones before her that sat upon bones as if they were jewels. That was when she looked up and he stood there. Tall and rugged, his muscles chiselled like a statue. He was not as big as the other Saiyans she had seen thus far, yet the air around him crackled with undeniable power. He looked down at her, dark brown eyes taking her in, his eyebrows raised towards his widows peak and his neat beard twitched.

And she knew then that he was the King.


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