edited: 04/11/2012

Abducted

Prologue: "What Are You Saying?"

by hmfan24

Bulma was too smart to be fooled by Yamcha and too paranoid to realize he's honest. She was a brave woman herself, but not when it came to relationships. She never liked taking chances, for there were so many reasons for guys to date her but not enough for them to love her. With her fame and fortune and early bloomer figure, of course guys would be attracted to her. However, no one was able to coax her into believing in their genuine affection for her - not even her long-time boyfriend Yamcha.

Her ears were brimming red with anger after hearing the quite tipsy Yamcha shout the words, "Wow, that's a cute girl!" and he wasn't looking at her. They were in public, no less. He claimed he meant to say 'cute costume', but Bulma knew he meant what he said. That girl with blonde hair and green eyes had walked up to Yamcha dressed as a pumpkin. The costume was atrocious - especially compared to the sexy bunny costume she dug up from her teenage years. It was always the blondes that caught his eye. That was her last straw. She walked away and flew her car away to a hilly area of daisies.

If there was one place in the world she could go, it'd always be this meadow of endless daisies. Whenever she lost her cool, she'd imagine this as her happy place - calm and bright and free although it was night at that time. The field represented the simplicity of nature she longed for every once in a while. The rural nature that was isolated from the complex city felt like a home away from home.

It seemed like her adventuring days were over for good since the defeat of King Piccolo a month ago. After the tournament, life had settled down and didn't show any signs of picking up. Maybe part of her still thirsted for adventure. She must've been the only one. Even Goku had settled down! Now it was just her and Capsule Corp... and Yamcha. For how long though? How long would she be able to take such mundane days?

She took a deep breath and contemplated what she actually wanted in life. Before it had just been a boyfriend, but as she was approaching her mid 20's, maybe she wanted something more. Even the thought of marriage caused her ears to sting. She made an effort to never say it around Yamcha. Oh, sure, a genius like her would love to be someone's kitchen pet and sex toy. Marriage wasn't exactly the sort of adventure she was looking for. There wasn't any amount of looks that could persuade her to stoop that low in society.

Bulma then scoffed at the picture her mother dug up that she had drawn earlier that week. Apparently, she did have the conventional dream of marrying a prince and being in a castle, but that was what all little girls wanted. As she grew older, she realized the difference between love and marriage. Marriage was downright slavery! She had too many things to do than to be a wife of some low-life. At that moment, she took a deep breath.

Okay, maybe that's just how she imagined married life with Yamcha, and with that in mind, she felt bad for thinking of him like that. He wasn't a low life. He was a...some kind of life. Maybe he just wasn't the life she wanted. Then what did she want exactly? After all her childhood fantasies, had she been grounded so much by science that she forgot how to dream?

With her eyes squinted, she looked up at the sky. The moon shouldn't have been as bright as it was. When she looked closer at the source of life, she realized that it wasn't the moon. How odd...the light was growing, and yet it was still night.

Vegeta sat at his blue and white throne assembled by the craftsmen of Frieza's ship. He reached up rub in between his eyebrows, for that area was made often sore by the permanent scowl on his face - especially in stressful moments such as these. His callous eyes stared out at the endless space sky rather than the digital bulletin of profiles that were presented before him. Yes, a dark abyss was more intriguing than what the fools were planning - as they did every month.

"Let me remind you, Prince, that sex increases Saiyans' power levels slightly*!" Raditz proclaimed, clinching his fists excitedly. It wasn't often enough that Freiza allowed them to engage in sexual activity with females of the universe. Raditz and Nappa had had their fair share of Saiyan women, but unfortunately, Vegeta had no interest in women by the age of 5 when their planet was destroyed. Now Saiyanoid women were hard to come by.

Most races in the universe looked nothing like Saiyans, and Vegeta was very picky, "Yes, yes," he said as dryly as possible which made the 3rd rank frown disappointed.

Nappa crossed his arms and hit a button on a small clicker in his hand. Up popped up a 3 dimensional display of a tall and slender woman with a slug-like tail who looked close to Saiyan besides slimy webbed arms. Nappa explained, "This female is from planet Ecalper. Look, Vegeta, she has a tail."

"I can see that," replied Vegeta without even budging in his seat. He heard the tone Nappa would use every so often from his childhood when he tried to appease him. "Those arms look disgusting and that height...of course not!"

Raditz waited for Nappa to nod. The way things worked was Vegeta got first dibs on the women that were available, Nappa got seconds and then Raditz got whatever was left. Raditz would take almost any woman who was able to engage in sexual activities. Nappa didn't to seem to mind this woman's appearance, however. He shook his head to Raditz who then cursed under his breath.

"This female is from the planet Etad," said Nappa as he presented a girl with a piggish nose and chubby, hooved limbs, but resembled a Saiyan more than the last girl.

Vegeta nearly growled, "No, why the hell would I want to fornicate with my dinner?"

This time Nappa nodded - he was a feet man and this female had none. Luckily, Raditz was an ass man and this one surely had a lot of it. He crossed his arms and sighed in relief. Since Vegeta rarely accepted any women at all, Nappa had built a habit of building a harem, leaving none for Raditz.

It was kind of disgusting, seeing these two deal over revolting females like they were. These women looked He'd be able to put up with it if they were discussing food, but not sex. Speaking of which, he was getting hungry. "Nappa, this is the last one, and then I'm done. I'm getting hungry," he informed them.

Both Nappa and Raditz looked at Vegeta, confounded by his apathetic disposition. Wasn't it in his blood to have an insatiable sex drive? And yet here the prince of their race was, looking forward to dinner more than sex.

"Hurry up, " he commanded.

"I'm sure you'll like this one - she's from Planet Earth," Nappa pressed his clicker a final time.

Vegeta averted his gaze from the window and back to the image of a tailless female Saiyan. The woman had straight, shoulder-length hair and a normal nose and mouth and two eyes. Such Saiyan-like features. This was finally a mistress that suited his tastes. He smirked, "Alright."

"Alright?" Vegeta's former guardian was set aback. Previously when he accepted a girl, it would be with a grimace - never a smirk. For Vegeta, a substantial amount of light graced his face. If only they were allowed to mate, maybe his sire would actually grow attached to this woman.

"Yes, now I'm going to go eat," he said getting up from the throne.

Raditz spoke up, "What are you saying, Prince Vegeta? You don't think even she's attractive? She looks like a tailless Saiyan."

"Foolish Raditz, I said nothing of the sort. Have her in my quarters by the time I get back," with that he left, his tail nearly wagging behind him.

*No, this is not true to my knowledge, but it is good exercise.