Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters expressed in my writings.
AN: I told the people who read my previous story that I would have a new story out very soon after that one but I couldn't do it with a friend of mine passing away Monday night. I'm sorry! I always say I'm going to do something but I always do it a little bit later
I hope you guys enjoy this story nonetheless. It's an A/U... I decided I would try that out and see how it goes. Don't worry, the story will get more eventful and less boring as time goes on, but I kind of wanted to set a stage for what I'm going to write.
I've split the Prologue into two parts because even upon doing that, both parts were pretty long. I'll get part B out ASAP!
Happy reading! Please read and review!
Prologue A:
They came by the hundreds, but took the lives of millions. It seemed that hardly any energy was used on their part, while the people of Earth lost everything.
No one had seen it coming; not even the geniuses of the world could have ever imagined something like this was going to happen.
No one but Dr. Briefs, that is.
The scientists of Capsule Corp were the only ones in the world with technology good enough to pick up anything on their scanners. Dr. Briefs was the face of the entire project so he was the one that would make the frightening information public.
Something big was coming for Earth, and it didn't want to slow down.
Unfortunately for Earth, nobody believed the flustered genius when he brought the news to the eyes of everyone. His own family thought he was probably just overreacting and ignored his warnings to stay hidden as much as possible.
Dr. Briefs should have gotten an award for such a discovery, but it was much too late for something like that.
Alien invasions don't happen in the real world. At least that's what the Briefs family convinced themselves while they lay in hiding away from the monsters that were destroying their once fabulous and pristine home.
"What are we g-going to do if they f-find us?" Bulma's blue eyes were brimming with tears and her parents could only offer her empty promises and tight embrace.
"We're going to stick together no matter what," Dr. Briefs wiped away the tears of his wife and daughter and hugged them to his chest. "Don't ever let those monsters take advantage of your mind, Bulma. You are the smartest girl alive and there's no doubt they know that by now."
Bulma trembled out of pure fear and grabbed her parents, never wanting to let go. After earlier events, she was led to believe something bad was in store for her next.
Flashback:
"Mom, can't I go to the mountains with Goku? He's sure to protect me from whatever daddy is ranting about!"
Mrs. Briefs looked from her daughter to Goku. She sighed when they both gave her hopeful looks.
"Alright!" she threw out her hands and smiled. "Your father is probably just being careful. But if you promise to keep Goku with you at all times then I see no problem."
Bulma jumped up and kissed her mom on the cheek.
"Thanks, mom! I promise I'll keep Goku with me the whole time! We'll be leaving now." Bulma tugged on Goku's small arm, "C'mon! I wanna get there before lunch!"
Goku nodded and followed Bulma to her motorcycle. He grabbed his already growling stomach, "Gosh, Bulma. I'm already hungry!"
Bulma rolled her eyes and tossed him a candy bar. "Now sit!" with a push off the ground, they were speeding away to the desert, "Remember, Goku. We're not telling my parents about our trip to the desert; just the one to the mountains!"
Goku rubbed his hands over his stomach and swallowed the rest of the candy. "But why?"
"They don't need to know about Yamcha."
Bulma sped up and Goku wrapped his tail around the seat so he wouldn't fall. He didn't completely understand why Bulma's parents couldn't know about Yamcha but he shrugged it off and decided he wanted to play the secret game, too.
"Weee!" Bulma squealed and practically made them fly off of a hill by how fast she was going. She was born a speed demon and didn't plan on slowing down just because little Goku was along for the ride.
When they reached the desert road, Bulma slowed down and looked at Goku, "Look for Yamcha's house while I drive."
Goku took his job as serious as he could and jumped up, practically knocking over the motorcycle, when he spotted the place Yamcha considered to be home.
"There!"
Bulma toppled over on the bike but caught herself by sticking out her leg. "Thanks, Goku," she remarked sarcastically. After capsulating her motorcycle she glared at the innocent Saiyan boy. She fixed her windblown appearance before stalking over to Yamcha's front door and knocking.
"Yamcha! It's Bulma and Goku! We've come to steal you for the rest of the da—" her words were cut short when the door creaked open at her soft knocking.
"My, my you're a pretty human. Too bad you have to die."
Bulma stood frozen as she watched some sort of lizard-like thing grab Yamcha by the neck and squeeze the life out of him. Yamcha's blood ran down the purple alien's arm and he fell limp.
"Oh Kami no…" Bulma gasped and collapsed to her knees. She couldn't move her eyes away from the bloody scene in front of her.
"You're pretty, too," the alien turned his (or was it a her)'s ruby colored smirk onto Bulma. It chuckled and basked in the pure fear radiating from the poor, unfortunate soul.
"I collect beauties like you," the alien moved forward and Bulma kept an eye on the horns protruding out of the aliens head. "Don't be too scared, precious." The alien stepped close enough to run its fingers down her soft, tear-stained cheek. "Call me Lord Frieza," he stepped even closer and lifted her up so he could whisper into her ear, the soft tickle of his breath giving her goosebumps, "Don't worry, precious. I always kill victims immediately after I rape them."
Bulma tried to move away but her legs seemed to forget how to work and she stood frozen as the alien ran cold fingers along her exposed skin.
"Hey! Stop that!" Goku ran in with his power pole at hand.
Frieza seemed all too amused when Goku ran in to save the day, "… monkey."
"S-stop touching her!" angry tears splashed down his cheeks. It was hard acting tough while an old friend lay in a lifeless, bloody heap tossed carelessly into the corner.
Frieza pushed Bulma at Goku and chuckled arrogantly, "Let's play, monkey!"
Goku rushed forward and tried to jab Frieza with his power pole but the alien monster was just too fast for the little boy. He was soon knocked out by an effortless swing of Frieza's hand.
"Now whe—" Frieza saw that Bulma was gone. "Damn. She was going to be delicious!"
He stared for a moment before dragging Goku back to the giant ship.
"I'll be back for you later, precious."
Bulma couldn't drive in a straight line, anymore. Whatever that 'Lord Frieza' person was was someone she wished she never had met.
Images of Yamcha bleeding to death made her judgment to the outside world cloudy and she ran off the road multiple times.
"And now they have Goku…"
She fell off of her bike when she hit a curb and tumbled to the sidewalk. Her knees were now in bad shape, but she couldn't feel it and ran the rest of the way back to Capsule Corp.
Bulma burst through the front door and fell flat onto her stomach.
Her mom rushed to her side. "What happened, honey? Where's Goku?"
Bulma tried to tell her mom about Yamcha and Goku but the bloody images came back to her mind and she jumped away from Mrs. Briefs so she could throw up.
Many might think Bulma was overreacting but these things don't happen everyday.
Bulma was practically the princess of Capsule Corp. She lived a life of perfection and adventure. Never in her life was she supposed to see or experience things like these. It's not what her parents would have wanted. They sheltered her for her own safety.
Mrs. Briefs was once again by her side with a cold dish rag.
"Honey, you have to tell me what's wrong. What made you sick?"
Bulma opened her mouth but closed it again when no words could be formed.
"Please, honey…"
Dr. Briefs ran into the kitchen and looked more pale than usual.
"We need to go into lockdown!" he motioned to the stairs, barely noticing Bulma on the floor.
"What? Why?" Mrs. Briefs ran to her husband and grabbed his arms.
"Dear… trust me," Dr. Briefs looked down at his bride and sighed, "Some—"
He was abruptly cut off when something hit the front door of their house.
The door was slowly bending in its hinges and Dr. Briefs grabbed Bulma and his wife by the arms. "That's why."
They only made it to a closet, but it would have to do.
End Flashback.
Bulma was trying to fall asleep in the corner of the cramped space while her parents sat next to each other discussing ways to get out of that tiny closet.
Mrs. Briefs gently rubbed Bulma's back in a soothing manner. It was supposed to make her feel better but all Bulma could think about was the occasional loud noise coming from outside of the closet. She could only imagine what was going on out there.
Dr. Briefs decided his plan of escape couldn't get any more accurate and he looked at his wife and daughter. "I have a plan. It should work judging on the noises coming from outside. We're going to have to be very fast but also very quiet. Who knows how well these, uh, aliens can hear."
"But daddy—"
Everything changed for them when their hiding place was found. An alien opened the door and wouldn't stop laughing at their scared faces. It seemed to get a sick pleasure from their pleas to stop.
It shot a finger blast through Mr and Mrs Brief's hearts and they died almost immediately with their eyes still open and a look of fear permanently left on their faces
Bulma couldn't stop screaming and the disgusting alien pulled her out of the cover of the closet by her hair. He dragged her across the remains of her house and to a ship that was going to take her to a location unknown. She kept screaming and struggling, trying to get away from these monsters.
Her world was completely shattered when she saw her parents' bodies dragged out of the closet by their legs. No more struggle was seen from Bulma Briefs. Seeing her parents' bodies tore her apart from the inside and the girl she once was, was no more. Her legs collapsed under her and tears fell from her eyes. As soon as she hit the ground she was out cold.
The aliens were given the orders to take care of the blue haired girl from Earth. They were to not touch her in any inappropriate way because Lord Frieza had big plans for her in the near future.
Bulma was transported to a ship that orbited around Earth without a care in the world. Thousands of slaves and prisoners were dragged into the ships from Earth but only three people out of the entire planet were told to be kept safe and untouched.
Thankfully, for Bulma's sake, she was asleep when the Earth was completely destroyed. It was probably better that the young genius didn't have to see the only stable home she would ever know be destroyed
There was something tickling Bulma's leg and it woke her up. She hid her face under her pillow and started giggling. "Scratch, stop it!"
Her father's cat sometimes wandered into her room at night and whenever it did it woke her up by tickling her legs or feet. The tickling wouldn't stop and she moved her pillow away from her face to make 'Scratch' stop tickling her.
Bulma's smile faltered when she didn't recognize anything around her. That's when it hit her that her nightmare from last night wasn't a nightmare after all. Her parents' death, being taken from Earth, Goku and Yamcha never to be seen again… it was all real.
She slumped into her pillow as the sobs struck her. Bulma just wanted to die with everyone else. Heaven would be so much happier then whatever prison she was living in now.
A growl was heard from somewhere near her and she hoped it was the monster from her nightmares here to finish the job by killing her as well.
Her small frame shook with sobs and it seemed as if invisible bullets were being shot at her. The gravity of the situation was coming to her all at once and she just wished she could pass out again.
"SHUT UP!"
The angry voice made Bulma look up to see who the person with the mad voice was.
Not far from her, in the same bed she was sitting in, was a young boy –probably her age- with a flame of hair erupting from his head. He was scowling at her for crying and he looked like he didn't want to be bothered. To Bulma, it seemed that he lit some sort of a lighter in his hand but it was coming from his skin and not harming him. For a moment her pain was forgotten as her quick mind tried to figure out why there was a fire coming from the palm of his hand.
With no warning the boy threw the fire at her and she ducked it just in time. It hit the wall behind her doing little damage.
Bulma started crying again and fell into her pillow. Now she was scared of the little monster that seemed to be the only other living thing in the room she was in.
The boy's look softened a little bit and he crawled forward to the sobbing girl. He wanted to stop it. Crying was a sign of weakness and he didn't want one of the guards to come into the room.
"Don't cry anymore," the boy reached out and put a hand on Bulma's back that shook with sobs. "I won't touch you with my tail anymore. I was asleep and couldn't control it."
Bulma sniffled and looked back up at him. "I'm not crying because of your stupid tail!" Her eyes widened when she noticed something. "Goku has a tail!" She jumped forward, startling the boy and grabbing his shoulders. "Where is Goku!"
The boy scowled and jumped away when she pounced at him. "I don't know what a Go-coo is. Don't touch me."
Bulma was getting frustrated by the boy. He was grumpy. She didn't like him already. The boy only seemed to be amused when her expression turned from sobbing mess to pissed-off. Bulma jumped off of the bed and stalked forward to him. She jabbed a finger in his chest.
"You're a jerk! I don't like you already! Be nice to me. I am a genius after all." Bulma tossed her long blue hair over her shoulder and glared at him. If he was going to act all tough then so was she.
The boy scoffed at her. "I don't have to listen to you. Stupid woman. I am the Prince of all Saiyans and I don't listen to anybody!" He pointed his gloved hand at the royal crest on his chest. "This means I'm the prince of Planet Vegeta. You will address me as Prince Vegeta."
Bulma, again, forgot the gravity of the situation and when she heard that he was a prince her eyes practically turned into hearts. Maybe she could have a happy ending after all. Who needed Yamcha when there was a prince in front of her? She moved towards him again and grabbed onto his arm. "I love princes!"
Vegeta made a disgusted face and shook her off of his arm. "You're too weak. You couldn't handle a prince."
Bulma crossed her arms and glared at the little brat called Prince Vegeta. Princes in the movies were always nice. Why wasn't he?
"Stop glaring at me. You're lucky I don't just kill you now!" The angry prince pointed his finger at her and lit a tiny ki ball at the tip of it.
Her angry look faltered and Bulma slumped to the floor. Carefully, her arms wrapped around her body and she stared blankly at the floor. "And kill me just like that alien killed my parents..." Her blue eyes became glossy with unshed tears and she still stared at the ground. "Please kill me. I miss my parents so much."
Vegeta dropped his hand and bowed his head. "It gets easier after a while."
Bulma looked up. At least he wasn't being mean. "W-what do you mean?"
He shook his head. "Avenge their deaths. Live for them."
She slowly stood up on shaky legs. "M-maybe you're right…"
"Of course I'm right," Vegeta scoffed at her and sat down on the bed again.
"Can I get out of this room? You seem to know what's going on here."
"You're new here so I won't call you stupid this time," Vegeta gave her a disapproving look. "This is my room. I don't know why they've placed you in here with me. All I know is I don't want you talking when I'm training. You have an annoying voice."
Bulma shook her head at him and rolled her eyes. There was another problem, though. "One bed? For both of us?"
Vegeta faced the other way so she wouldn't see that he was blushing. "Now let me train. I need to get stronger so I can defeat…" he looked down "… Lord Frieza."
Bulma climbed back into the bed behind him, she became quiet as she recognized the name. "I'm going back to sleep."
"Whatever."
The young prince watched as she tucked herself in and he resumed his training from the previous day, before he had an annoying pest as a roommate.
Bulma woke up for the second time that day, but without the allusion that she was somewhere else. This time, her slumber was interrupted by a loud noise.
She pulled the warm blankets off of her and smoothed down her hair with one hand while rubbing the tired out of her eyes with the other. A yawn escaped her lips before she realized who was standing in front of her.
There stood the monster of her nightmares, the lizard they called Lord Frieza and the one that she now lived near.
Bulma heard a growl to her side and looked over to see Vegeta crossing his arms and looking defiantly at the monster. She blushed when she noticed he didn't have a shirt on but quickly turned away when she remembered that there were more important things going on right now.
"It's always a pleasure Prince Monkey, but I'm not here for you," Frieza let his eyes drift from Vegeta to Bulma and Bulma couldn't help but take a step back, causing her to fall back on the bed. "Perfect, just where I wanted you."
Frieza swiftly moved towards the young girl and placed himself so he was kneeling between her legs on the bed. He leaned forward and rested his hands on either side of Bulma's head. Bulma was shaking with fear and couldn't do anything but stare up at him while her blue eyes begged for him to stop.
Vegeta was uncomfortable with the way Frieza was acting but from past experience, he couldn't intervene without a death wish. He stood back watching Frieza scare the girl but all he could do was fume.
"Your fear…" Frieza licked Bulma's cheek between whispers, "… tastes delicious."
Bulma whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut, her hands fought to push him away but it was as if the disgusting lizard couldn't feel her pleas to stop.
A laugh escaped Frieza's purple lips and he stood up, using one of his hands to grab her shirt and bring her up with him, slightly tearing the material under his disgusting claws. "Unfortunately, that's not why I'm here. Zarbon?" He looked over his shoulder as a tall blue skinned alien came into the doorway.
Bulma instantly found him attractive while Vegeta, on the other hand, fumed even more.
"Yes, sire?" Zarbon crossed his arms and didn't even seem fazed by how roughly his master was treating Bulma.
"Take the girl where I told you. I need to speak to the monkey."
Zarbon handled Bulma a lot more gently than Frieza did and she was thankful for it. He motioned for her to follow him down a hallway until he got to what seemed to be a walk in closet. "Take your clothes off," he instructed.
"Wh-Wha-?" Bulma's eyes widened and her arms crossed over her chest as if she were already naked.
"Take your clothes off," he repeated, "you're getting a change in garments."
With shaking hands, Bulma slid out of her clothes until she was left in a yellow bra and underwear. Zarbon couldn't help but look over her nearly perfect body until he instructed further.
"Take those off too."
She took a deep breath before she undid her bra and pulled down her underwear, letting them drop into a heap on the ground.
Zarbon's hand reached out and she thought he was grabbing for her until his hand met something to her side. "You'll be wearing this."
He pulled down a spandex suit that would barely cover her bottom and would definitely show off inappropriate amounts of cleavage. It was black but it didn't have any special signs on it. Zarbon also grabbed a pair of white boots and he gave them to her without hesitation.
"Wh-why can't I wear my other clothes," Bulma's voice was shaky with tears as she spoke and her blue eyes met his gold ones.
Zarbon looked around the empty hallway before crouching down so he was at eye level with Bulma. "I am extremely sorry I am making you do this, but if I don't listen to Lord Frieza I will lose a lot more than just my life…"
Her chin started shaking as she looked in his golden eyes. She could tell he was telling the truth. Without meaning anything by it, she moved forward so she could wrap her arms around him.
"Please don't let them do this to me," she said urgently into his neck. "I'll do anything. I just don't want to be here anymore.."
Zarbon jumped away from her, his teenage mind felt jumbled that a girl just clung to him like that while she was unclothed. He shook his head again and gave hear the suit.
Bulma put on the suit and boots. To her displeasure it was also skin-tight.
Zarbon led her back to the door of the room where Frieza stood, waiting impatiently. His eyes drifted over her new attire and he smirked. "It's perfect Zarbon, don't you agree?"
"Yes, sire," Zarbon's gaze was empty and his voice was unattached but Frieza still believed his words and laughed as if it were the most exciting thing he had ever heard.
"I would like to warn you that the Prince might be a little mad when you get in there. I had to teach him an important lesson and we shared a few words."
As Bulma walked to the door, waiting for it to open, Frieza smacked her in the butt hard enough to make a cracking noise and leave a handprint. She tried not to react but couldn't help but let a yelp escape her lips.
The door finally opened and Bulma scrambled in, the door shut behind her. She was thankful to be away from that horrible beast.
She looked down at her outfit and tears sprung in her eyes. Bulma tugged at both the top and the bottom hoping the horrible material would stretch to actually cover her.
Remembering her companion, she looked up.
"O-oh my Kami!" Bulma forgot the inappropriateness of her outfit and she rushed to Vegeta's side.
There was a giant gash in his foreahead and he had a black eye where Frieza must have hit him. A cut was opened in his chest and he lay against the wall next to the bed, looking like he was barely alive.
"Stay away…" his voice came out in a whisper, "you can't do anything."
Bulma shook her head violently. She was getting angry at the lizard man for doing this to him and to his displeasure she picked him up and carried him to the bed. He was only a little shorter than her but it felt like he weighed a ton.
When she got to the bed she pulled back the covers and placed him where she was laying before. There was a towel lying on the floor and without hitch, she started ripping it apart in long strips to wrap around his gaping wounds.
"Stop this ridiculousness, woman. You can't do anything," Vegeta's eyes were shut but his face stayed in a firm scowl.
Bulma shook her head, "I know first aid better than most doctors, now shut up or bleed to death."
"Let me bleed to death."
"No."
She continued what he called 'ridiculousness' until he was bandaged up and asleep.
There was nothing else for her to do and she climbed into the bed next to him, turning to make sure he was breathing every few hours.
Eventually she fell asleep. Bulma was pressed against the walls in order not to touch him and she was heavy with worry about how extensive his injuries were…
When she woke up she felt something around her waist and Vegeta's firm body pressed up against her.
Her eyes widened when she was awake enough to register what was going on.
"EW! GET OFF OF ME!"
She jumped up and glared down at Vegeta who was spooning her only moments before.
"Wha-?"
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"
"I move around in my sleep—"
The door to their room slid open and Vegeta and Bulma both forgot what they were fighting about when Frieza walked in.
"You're switching rooms today," he stated simply. "But don't worry your little minds, you'll still be sharing quarters."
Bulma noticed Frieza was acting more proffesional today, his eyes didn't even scan over her body like they normally would.
Vegeta and Bulma followed Frieza in silence after they left the room.
They went down the long, empty corridors of the ship until they walked through a long, glass tunnel giving a view of the planet they were on. The temperature inside the tunnel was comfortable, but outside of the glass it looked like the North Pole but without snow. They were on a giant bright, blue glacier it seemed and just looking at it made Bulma shiver a little bit.
She turned to see if Frieza or Vegeta were looking out the windows too but she saw them at the far end of the tunnel about to go through sliding doors. Bulma sprinted to catch up to them and Vegeta shot her a disapproving look.
For being beaten only hours before, Bulma thought Vegeta was following Frieza quite fearlessly. He seemed to already know where they were going and it gave her some kind of comfort to see that he had more knowledge than she about this situation.
Frieza stopped at a room that had the same crest as Vegeta's breastplate. He typed in a code and the doors slid open for the two teenagers to walk in.
Before the doors could shut Frieza smirked at Vegeta, "Now remember what I said little monkey prince… It's almost time."
Vegeta's face felt hot and he tossed his cape over his shoulder, pretending not to register what Frieza had said. "Stupid lizard…" he mumbled.
Bulma gave Vegeta a curious look, "What does he mean?"
"None of your business!" he snapped. "If you don't mind, I'm going to train more. See that room in the corner?" He pointed to a circular door leading into a training area. "You don't ever bother me when I'm in there unless you want your head ripped off."
Bulma widened her eyes at him and didn't know what to say. The only thing she could think about doing was taking a nice hot bath. "Is there some place I can get cleaned up?"
Vegeta pointed to the opposite end of the room. "Now let me train."
The room was definitely fit for a prince Bulma decided when she went into the bathroom. Everything seemed to be carved out of onyx in the bathroom: Black tub, black tiles (heated from what Bulma could feel under her boots), black towels, black sinks and other various black or silver around the room.
Sitting in the corner of the room, slightly above everything else was a bath. Bulma's eyes widened and she immediately went up a couple of steps to see how big it was. Maybe living in this place wouldn't be so bad even with her annoying houseguest. It was like a luxury hotel.
Bulma soaked in a warm bath for about thirty minutes until she decided to wash out her hair and dry off. It felt good to be clean again. She wrapped a large black towel around her body before going out in the room. Vegeta still seemed to be training so she decided to look through what seemed to be a closet.
Interestingly enough, there were two sides of the closet and it seemed one side was for a woman while the other was Vegeta's. Some of the dresses in the woman's side were beautiful and Bulma wanted to try them on. Looking past the dresses, Bulma noticed the black spandex suit that she was forced to wear before. Apparently that was custom to dress like that but she wasn't very fond of the idea of trying to wear it again.
"I can't live with you if you're going to walk around like one of the palace whores. Put some clothes on." Vegeta walked out of the training room with a towel around his neck and an arrogant air about him.
"This towel covers me better than that spandex suit ever will," Bulma crossed her arms and glared at him.
Vegeta noticed the way her chest seemed to fall out of the towel as she crossed her arms. He turned around and his tail tightened around his waist. "Go get some clothes on. I will not repeat myself."
Bulma grabbed a spandex suit before going back to the bathroom. Before she could close the door, she pulled off the towel and threw it at the back of Vegeta's head.
He growled and his ki started rising with anger. If she didn't behave herself he was going to blast her to oblivion. Vegeta vividly remember Frieza's strict orders not to harm the girl, but he was tempted to give his life just to break that stupid rule.
Flashback:
When Bulma was down the hallway with Zarbon, Frieza shut the door and stepped closer to Vegeta.
"Are you ready to have a little bit of fun?" Frieza's smile couldn't be contained and what the smile implied made Vegeta's tail bristle.
"With her? No," Vegeta crossed his arms. There was no way in hell Frieza was going to force the weak woman upon him. He was almost at the age of sexual maturity and Frieza had been known to torture people purely with that.
"Oh but Prince, think of all the fun you could have with her," Frieza's tail swayed behind him in amusement as he watched Vegeta squirm under his implications.
"No." Vegeta crossed his arms and glared. There was no way in hell he was going to be teased like this.
"The more you resist it when your time comes, the more pain there is for you," Frieza laughed again and threw his head back.
"I won't," Vegeta clenched his fists and fumed.
"Oh, but you will," Frieza suddenly whipped Vegeta in the chest with his tail, causing a large cut to open and blood start falling down his muscular chest. "And you'll find yourself liking her more than you meant…" While Vegeta was off guard, wiping the blood from his chest, Frieza hit him with a final blow to the face and laughed as Vegeta flew limply against the wall. "It's only a matter of time. We'll see how long it takes."
Vegeta lay there helpless.
There came a time in a Saiyan male's life where they reached sexual maturity and started getting horrible ruts. They would need to relieve themselves in some way or it would get painful for them.
Vegeta was under the assumption that he could control his and it wouldn't be a big deal, but now with a female added to the equation he wasn't so sure…
End flashback.
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