Vegeta glared at his reflection in the mirror, impatience flooding his eyes. His father had promised him a whore. A beautiful, exotic whore, delivered from across the galaxy, solely for his pleasure. She was supposed to be here half an hour ago. He was supposed to be dominating her, grunting in ecstasy right now. Yet, he was standing alone in his quarters, staring at his own reflection, and beginning to question himself.

He never used to be this way. Vegeta two years ago would never go within a thousand feet of a brothel. He would claim it cowardly and pathetic to have to pay for sexual relations. He used to laugh and judge men who would pay money for women to fuck, but now he had become that man. After all, a lot had changed in two years. Ever since she died. Akari.

How he missed his annoying, bold, loud mouthed sister. He would never admit it aloud, of course, but he craved her snarky comments and her nonjudgmental advice. It was her confident personality that had gotten the best of her. His cold, unloving heart stung as he remembered what his guard, Nappa, had told him that dreadful night…

"Your Majesty, I come bearing bad news," Nappa began, tugging at his armor nervously. He did not know and truthfully feared how Vegeta would react to his report. The King had sent Nappa to tell him, for he could not bear telling Vegeta about Akari himself. The pain was too fresh and all too real.

"What is it, Nappa?" The Prince grunted, visibly irritated that his bald bodyguard had interrupted his training. The only person he allowed to do that was Akari, and that was only because she was a suitable sparring partner.

"It is about your sister," Nappa continued, then decided he needed to get on with it. This was news that had to be delivered quickly, not drawn out like a slow, torturous death. "She was murdered earlier this evening. I apologize for your loss." He was about to turn around before Vegeta could release his wrath, but the Prince stopped him before he could go any further.

Vegeta instantly flooded with rage. He didn't even understand. How could his powerful sister die? It made no sense to him at all. His eyes began to burn, and he did not even understand the emotions that were rushing through him like tidal waves. "WHAT?! Explain how this happened. Immediately. Or your head will become my mantlepiece."

Nappa panicked. He knew this would happen if he had to be the one to tell Vegeta. "Sire, I don't know the details. From what your father told, she got into a fight with a few other warriors. I think it was about seven to one. And, she couldn't defeat them; they killed her…"

Vegeta growled as though a lion were caged within him. "Who were these warriors?" He spat. "And, where are they now, Nappa?"

"They are in the Palace jail, awaiting the King's verdict, sir," Nappa replied quickly. "I don't know exactly who they are, but I believe they were from the training camp Akari attended."

Vegeta growled once again. His sister had complained to him about rude lowlives who had made her time at training camp irritating. Of course she ultimately asserted her dominance as the Princess of all Saiyans, but she could never shake the way they laughed at her when her back was turned. Akari always wanted to fight them, but they were a big group and she knew that the odds were not exactly her favor. Despite her royal bloodline and relation to Vegeta, she did not inherit the same strength as her stone faced brother. Although she did acquire the cleverness of the Royal Family, so she knew a lost fight when she saw one.

When she had returned from the camp, Vegeta always asked who the people were, so he could avenge his sister. But, being a part of an incredibly stubborn and proud family, Akari's lips were sealed.

The Prince immediately left his training quarters and bounded down the hallways towards the Palace Jail.

"Prince Vegeta," the guard exclaimed when Vegeta entered the stone prison. "They are down in the last cell." The guard needed no explanation of why Vegeta was there. He hoped that the Prince would make those warriors sorry for what they did to Akari - she was definitely the darling of the Saiyan Empire.

Raditz was standing outside the cell that housed the seven warriors who had sealed Akari's fate. His normally stoic face was clouded with emotion, for he was very fond of Akari. He was not only her bodyguard but her friend, and he wanted nothing more than to make the people who he guarded suffer. But, he knew Vegeta deserved this revenge.

Vegeta glared at the seven men and women who cowered in the cell. If looks could kill, their heads would be severed at this point. "Before I slaughter you all and every single one of your families, I order you to tell me what happened."

None of them answered. There was silence for a few moments, and then, Vegeta's patience came to a halt. He ripped the cell door off its hinges and stuck his hand within the chest of the first person he saw in the cell. He ripped the woman's heart out and let her fall to the floor.

"I will repeat myself only once more, and then on my honor as the Prince of all Saiyans and as the brother of Akari, the Princess of all Saiyans, I will singlehandedly torture you all till my dying day. Tell me, what happened?"

A man with cropped raven hair spoke. "We saw your sister coming back from the ocean, alone. We went up to her and began to torment her. Saying she would never be queen, all that shit, because you were first in line...She blew up, said she had enough of us, and she was ready to fight. So, we did."

Vegeta flinched. "Who killed her?"

Slowly, a green eyed woman spoke. "I did, Sire. But, only because I was trying to protect Shin! I thought sh-" Before she could could continue, Vegeta used his nails to rip open her neck. He seized her esophagus and stuffed it through her skull.

Pausing for a moment to regain his cool exposure, Vegeta finally spoke. "Raditz, leave the rest of this scum in the dungeons." For a moment, the rest of the group's faces lit up. Perhaps they were going to live! "And, make sure they are never given an ounce of food or water. Keep them apart so they cannot eat each other. I want to watch them die a slow, painful death."

Without saying another word, the Prince of all Saiyans left the jail.

Vegeta shook his head when he rejoined reality. He heard a knock at the door and opened it. Before him stood a man and a woman, who he assumed to be the whore he had been expecting. He examined her for a moment and his eyes widened when he realized how beautiful she was. She had wide, wondering blue eyes and matching blue hair. He could tell she had passion from the glare she was giving him, and he suddenly had an urge to ravish her then and there.

"Prince Vegeta, this is the whore that has been delivered for you, all the way from Asta! Enjoy," the vulgar man explained and closed the door immediately, leaving the prince and the blue haired woman alone.

Vegeta looked her over once again. He was going to enjoy this. He was about to make his move before she spoke.

"Prince Vegeta, it is an honor to make your acquaintance. My name is Bulma Briefs, of Earth."

He raised an eyebrow at her matter-of-fact tone.

"Earth?" He replied. "Wasn't that mudball destroyed years ago?"

"Yes," Bulma said coldly. "I am the only survivor of my planet's destruction. The only human left."

"Good riddance, anyway. What a weak race."

Bulma scoffed at him. "You could argue that physically, Prince, but mentally, we were quite the force to be reckoned with. The only reason I was spared was for my intelligence."

"Oh, really?" Vegeta laughed. This blue haired woman was quite amusing. "So, that would make you a whore who also happens to also be a genius."

"Don't call me a whore, Prince."

"How dare you talk back to me? I will call you whatever I please. And, why are you talking so much? Don't you have a job to do?"

"You know what, Vegeta?" Bulma retorted.

"That's Prince Vegeta to you, blue haired whore!"

"Whatever. I am not going to do my job with you because I am not a whore. You can take me, non consensually, but I will not willingly have sex with you."

"You are an absurd woman." Vegeta ran his fingers through his gravity defiant hair. For some reason, he could not bring himself to take the blue haired woman without her consent. He could tell she was smart, and it seemed she had had a difficult life. But, why did he even care? She was a random whore, he was the Prince of all Saiyans. She was complete trash to him. But, she seemed to know death, all too well in fact, and Vegeta did not want to add another traumatic event to her platter. He sat on his bed. "Why are you even a whore if you're not going to do your job?" Why do I care? He asked himself.

"Do you think I wanted this?" Bulma cried. Vegeta glared at her for her harsh tone. "I did not choose to be a whore, Prince Vegeta. I was forced into the prostitution trade after they were done with me…"

"Who?"

"The Astrids. They were the ones that destroyed Earth."

"Why did they spare you, then?"

"Why do you even care?" Bulma retorted, eying him suspiciously. She looked him over, searching for any malicious intent that might be hidden in his appearance. The only thing she could pick up was how good he looked in his royal armor. She was beginning to second guess her choice to refuse sex from him. But, Bulma was a proud woman. She always refused sex with her clients, but no one ever listened. This Saiyan Prince seemed to be the first to actually respect her wishes. Well, so far.

"I don't, foolish woman," he growled. "But, if you're not going to fuck me then you might as well entertain me with your sob story."

"It is not a sob story, you stupid, pretentious Prince! You don't even know what it means to lose anything!" Bulma exclaimed but instantly clamped her hand over her mouth. Other than the fact that Vegeta was probably going to kill her, she also knew that he had lost his sister. The whole universe knew about darling Akari, and all mourned her when she was murdered. Bulma was being unfair with him, but now it didn't even matter. He would surely kill her for her tactlessness. "I am so sorry. I know you have also suffered loss-"

Vegeta growled.

"I'm not going to try to understand what it means to lose a sister," Bulma continued hurriedly, "but I do know how it feels to lose someone you love and care for. I would not wish that on my worst enemy. I hope you understand I did not mean anything by that comment, Prince Vegeta. I did not know your sister, but I used to read all about her theories about the stars and such. She was quite the clever one...she will never be forgotten, you know."

Vegeta did not even know what to say. One minute he was contemplating murdering the blue haired woman over her comment, and now, she was apologizing to him, claiming to have read his sister's theories, trying to understand how he felt. It was almost comforting. Her soft words had soothed his frantic mind, and he was finally at peace for a moment.

"I do not wish to speak of my sister, blue haired woman," he finally said. "Why did they spare you? The Astrids."

Bulma exhaled. So, he was still interested. So, he wasn't going to kill her. "I told you, for my intelligence. They destroyed Earth because my father's and my technology was surpassing theirs, and they feared us to be a threat. So, they took me captive and interrogated me about every invention I had made or was in the process of making. I knew I could either lie to them or refuse to speak, and they would kill me. Or, I could tell the truth, and eventually get revenge for my people one day. So, I told them the truth, leaving out some of my greatest inventions, of course. They one day let me 'free' and placed me in the prostitution trade because they knew I could never escape it, since I am 'beautiful'. About a hundred or so rapes later, here I am."

Vegeta's stomach lurched. The woman had never had consensual sex? He could not fathom the terrors she had faced. He shuddered at the thought of being the sole survivor of a dead race and couldn't help but feel bad for her. She looked like she had so much life left in her that if he did not know better, he would assume she was just a regular, vibrant person who had faced no hardships in life. "Bulma," he stated stoically.

"Yes?"

"I hope you do get that revenge one day. For your people."

Bulma smiled sadly as she looked down at her hands. "Thank you, Prince Vegeta...And, I hope you know how proud your sister would be of the man you are."

"What did I say, woman?"

"I'm sorry!" Bulma sputtered. "I just mean...thank you."

"Do they pay you in this trade?" The Prince continued.

"Yes, a little bit, but never enough that I can buy myself out of my contract. You know, with my boss. I think the Astrids had something to do with this; they never really wanted me to be free."

Vegeta grunted. They sat in silence for a while after that, glancing at each other every now and then. It was not an uncomfortable silence but rather the opposite. Each was deep in thought. Bulma's thoughts were with Earth, her home, and the family and friends she missed so dearly. And, then suddenly she found them with what the Prince had said. "I hope you get that revenge one day." When she had been informed that she was traveling all the way to Vegeta-sei to be the Prince's whore, she never expected anything like this would have happened. She expected she would deny him, as usual, and he would rape her, like everyone else did. But, she could tell the onyx eyed Prince had honor. She respected that.

Vegeta could not get what the blue haired woman had said out of his head. It was ringing in his ears: "I hope you know how proud your sister would be of the man you are." She didn't even know him! She knew nothing of the terrible acts he had committed, the amount of women he had slept with, the amount of people he had slaughtered. Akari would most certainly not be proud of the heinous acts he had been committing. How could she say such a thing? The blue haired woman had such innocent eyes; he knew she had experienced many traumas in her life, but the Prince could tell her eyes always searched for the best in people. The way she looked at him was a way no one had looked at him for a long, long time. It was gentle. It was understanding.

"I forbid you to ask me why I am doing this, is that understood, woman?" Vegeta growled suddenly. Bulma jumped slightly at his tone but nodded.

"I will have you released from the prostitution trade." Bulma's eyes lit up. They were almost dancing with joy. Would she finally really be free? "I admire how you wish to avenge your people, despite how weak and pathetic they were. I respect your honor, blue haired woman, and you deserve more than the life you have been given."

Bulma wanted nothing more than to throw her arms around the Prince's neck and never let go, but something told he was not one for hugs. She took a deep breath and did her best to reel in her emotions. "Thank you, Prince Vegeta. I do believe this is the first time I have actually smiled since my planet's destruction."

"Woman, I could care less about your smiles," Vegeta grumbled, rolling his eyes at her pathetic, human emotions. Bulma giggled.

"Your Majesty, obviously this is too much to ask, but…" Bulma trailed off, biting her lip, which reignited Vegeta's desire for her. He shook his head, regaining his regal composure.

"Spit it out, woman, I do not have all day!"

"I was just wondering if you knew of any job I could take up here on Vegeta-sei…"

"Job? What ever for?"

"Well," Bulma replied, her patience wearing thin, "to make money. How else am I going to eat?"

"Stop with this nonsense, woman. You are going to tell me all about your great, technological mind. Perhaps you will become my personal scientist. You will live at the Palace, Bulma."

Bulma's jaw dropped.


A/N: Hello! So, just a few things I'd like to mention. First, I understand the severity of rape and would never normally speak of it so lightly, but because of Bulma's situation she has numbed herself to all the traumas she has experienced.

Anyway, this is my new story. It's going to be long, and I intend to finish it. I hope you stick around for the ride because I am very excited about it! Please review, and let me know what you think so far. Reviews make me really happy. :)