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Bulma swallowed hard and slowly as her blue eyes met Frieza's excited gaze.
"But Emperor..." she uttered, "W-why?"
"Because" Frieza replied as his finger played with the edge of his glass, "I, for one, think you're endearing." His tone subtly changed into what Bulma interpreted as a veiled threat, as an almost imperceptible hint of authority coated his following words: "And you'll be working for our glorious army now, Bulma. Something in heart tells me you will be loyal... and do you know how hard it is to find loyal collaborators nowadays? People have just forgotten the great values of our predecessors. Faithfulness, devotion to the Empire and what it represents!" He pointed towards the Ginyu Force, a squad of unswerving elite warriors who were choreographically dancing in a corner of the room, surrounded by clapping guests. "I love those men and they love me. Dodoria here loves me and I love him. Your friend Zarbon loves me and I love him in return! I only work closely with people who get to love me as much as I love them. Everything else is fake and worthless. You have to understand, Bulma, that everything I do, I do it out of devotion for the Cold Empire and its people. Mine is a work of love! Oh, child, I can see it in you eyes, that wonderful mind you have! I want you to get to adore me as much as I am starting to adore you, Bulma."
The passion in his words made her shiver.
"I want to give you a taste of my love, of the glory that comes with being loyal to me. I would give everything for those who are truthful to me."
That only made her think of the horrifying fate that expected those who betrayed him. She didn't expect things to unfold like this... the perspective of power that laid ahead of her was painfully tempting. Maybe she could finally find the resources, the time and space to fulfill the unstoppable new ideas and plans filling her head. She couldn't think straight... the wine... Frieza's tail still laid stiff between her legs. It was strong, thick and sharp, and it poked the golden fabric of her thong like it wanted to slip right in to her core.
"Only such a generous soul could make of this Empire the promised land it is." She said seriously as her hand grazed the pale skin of his tail. "I love the Empire, the cities, the opportunities it's given me. I would do anything in my hands to serve you and Cold." In many ways, it was true. Nowhere else could a woman like her have the freedom, the respect and the chances to develop as she did.
Frieza cupped Bulma's chin approvingly.
"Then you must accept the gift I'm presenting you. Please, don't break my heart, indulge yourself with that Saiyan gladiator."
She knew what he was really saying. Turning down one of his offerings would result in her, being tore apart by dogs in the Circus. However, Bulma Briefs was reckless. She loved a challenge and, why not, she could use some adrenaline in her life. Something in her gut told her that she had to show her strength before Frieza – she had to earn his respect. Fucking that Saiyan Prince might just be what she needed.
"Tsk, it depends, my Lord" Bulma replied playfully, cocking an eyebrow. "Is he cute?"
Frieza leaned in to talk to her closer so Dodoria couldn't hear.
"Once you get past the fact that he is one of those brutish monkeys..." The emperor's eyes narrowed as a half grin curled his cruel lips, "He is godlike." He leaned back again an pulled the cat's tail. "Tell the guards to bring the prisoner at once, slave."
The kitty nodded and floated his way towards the exit of the room.
When the Emperor rose to speak, the whole room went quiet: the music stopped, the laughter tapered off. Frieza cleared his throat before addressing the guests, while Bulma stood beside him.
"I hope everyone is having a delightful time. I certainly am!" People raised their glasses to him, some clapped. "As you all know, our campaign in Vegetasei was glorious." The guests cheered and Frieza took one of his hands over his heart. "Thank you. Your joy means the world to me. Along with the many treasures we claimed, we brought with us something far more valuable and meaningful."
The doors burst open and the audience gasped. He's quite an entertainer, Bulma thought as she involuntarily raised an eyebrow. However, her train of thought was abruptly interrupted as the crowd went suddenly quiet and she could see the prisoner the Emperor was so proud of. There he was, dressed in the Empire's gladiator attire, all tanned skin and perfect abs, dark, mysterious eyes, undeniable fierceness sparking in his aura. She felt her knees weaken and her heart race like she was a teenager. He was just so...
Perfect, Vegeta thought as the guards pushed him in, Now I'm going to be treated like a fucking circus monkey!. The Prince knew he couldn't fight anymore: his father, the most powerful Saiyan he knew, had been killed right before his eyes. And somewhere in the forests of Vegetasei, his younger brother Tarble was still hiding along with the few left after the horrifying bloodshed that Frieza's army brought. He had to return and save what was left of his race and their legacy. He decided he would take whatever would come with pride, as the true, pure-blooded warrior he was. But also with intelligence: yes, he was the Prince of all Saiyans, but for the sake of those who needed him, he had to stay alive. The time to fight would eventually come. And every fiber and every cell in his gorgeous royal body ached with the certainty that he would gain his freedom again.
"But not tonight", he whispered as he instinctively readjusted the golden metallic manica he wore on his left arm: a metal arm guard made of overlapping plates, fastened by brown leather straps. Gladiator fashion was a big deal for the Emperor: they were the main part of the show... and for Frieza, it was all about the show. Tonight, the Prince had to look striking, and he certainly did: he was pure muscle and fierceness, his furry tail ornamented with golden cuffs, his face partially covered by a bronze helmet specially designed for the deadliest warriors on the arena. A perfect Saiyan specimen: the ultimate fantasy and stereotype.
"So that's a Saiyan, huh?" Bulma mumbled in awe to no one in particular.
"At its finest" Frieza answered discreetly. He approached Vegeta and Dodoria followed quickly. "Looking good, your highness" The emperor whispered mockingly -so low that probably only Vegeta's sensitive saiyan hearing could hear- before addressing the guests. Vegeta's eyes narrowed and he felt his blood boiling at the sight of his captor.
"My friends, our most valued war trophy: the Prince of all Saiyans!"
As the crowd cheered and clapped to Frieza's announcement, Bulma and the gladiator's eyes suddenly met. A shock of adrenaline hit her like a tsunami.
She had tried to look at him quickly, not being able to fight the curiosity and unspeakable excitement she felt as she saw him – but as soon as Vegeta felt her blue eyes on him, he locked his gaze with hers defiantly. He wouldn't back down on this people. He would show no fear. Who was that woman? The Empress?
God, it was like looking into the eyes of a hungry wolf. She blinked and looked away, realizing her hands were shaking.
What the fuck is wrong with you, Briefs? You've been with generals, athletes, slaves and warriors before... this one is no different
Entangled in her thoughts, Bulma missed the speech of heroism and victory that Frieza charmingly gave. She didn't even notice when the Saiyan was taken back away from the party.
"So what did you think?" Frieza asked her as the guests resumed their previous activities, music filling the air once again.
She turned to the Emperor blankly, trying to hide the wild fire inside of her.
"The Saiyan, dear. Did you like him?"
She felt an unprecedented, predatory urge building up in her core. "'Like' can't even begin to describe how much I want him, Lord." Bulma talked slowly as an eloquent blush appeared on her cheeks, contrasting with the confident tone of her voice.
"Good. Remember this night, Bulma. Its the first of many great nights we'll enjoy together."
She nodded subtly, her heart pounding wildly inside her chest. What was she doing? What if he was dangerous? Was this... a test? Was Frieza testing her power, the strength of her mind, her body, her sex drive?
"The best is yet to come. Now go! That poor monkey deserves some fun before dying and I have a few generals to congratulate personally."
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The room glowed with the warm, golden light that came from the torches on the wall. As Puar closed the door behind her, Bulma examined the place still and carefully – observation had kept her alive all this years, and Frieza's palace was probably one of the most dangerous places in town. But this bedroom seemed safe.
"Gods, this is gorgeous" she muttered, slowly walking around. She suddenly stopped and turned to the floating cat. "Thank you"
Puar nodded shyly. He wasn't used to people thanking him, and most of all, he wasn't used to people wanting to hear him speak.
A lush, wide bed caught her eye quickly, fresh forget-me-nots petals spread over the golden embroidered bedspread.
With scarce my reason, with my fingers, with slow waters slow flooded, I fall to the realm of forget-me-nots.
She approached the bed and picked on of the deep blue petals between her fingers, rubbing its silken fibers softly against the skin of her fingertips.
"These are my favorite flowers", she muttered with silent fascination.
The unexpected loud clank of chains made her drop the petal as she turned around and her eyes met the prince's fiery glance. She wouldn't back down this time. The guard bowed silently at her as she approached them, swallowing hard. The Saiyan looked at her from behind the slits of the bronze helmet while his skin glowed softly under the warm light, his toned, bare chest expanding as he inhaled deeply.
She stood before him quietly, watching him fearlessly as the tip of his tail curled upwards. Cocking her head to one side, Bulma realized that even though she had been with soldiers before, none of them seemed as real as this one: his whole body was designed to be a war machine, a breathing weapon. She got closer. His inner heat reached her skin and she could almost smell the power of this foreign, deadly creature.
When Vegeta found out he'd be serving as a gladiator for Frieza's Circus, a part of him knew that it was the best fate he could face. He was a natural born fighter… but nothing had prepared him for this. Why had they brought him here? She wasn't the Empress and she wasn't one of Frieza's assassins – he knew he was worth his weight in gold as a pure blooded Saiyan turned gladiator for Frieza, a bloodthirsty lover of that kind of show- but then, what was he doing there with her?
Then, it him him like a train.
I am a fucking sex toy.
She was assessing him like a piece of livestock! As his face turned into a cold mask and a scowl curved his brow, he had to refrain the powerful instinct of baring his fangs to the gorgeous blue haired woman staring at him. But his hands were –literally and metaphorically- tied. He'd have to endure for the sake of his race, even though the wench inspected him with the arrogance of a fucking queen.
"Chain him to the bed and leave us" Bulma commanded softly. The strong guard quickly obeyed and silently retired afterwords, with Puar discreetly following.
When they were finally left alone, a deep, heavy silence settled between them, as they watched each other across the room. It was almost painful for her to see such a powerful creature so defenseless before her, but the absolute danger he represented was primal, raw fuel to her.
Vegeta felt every muscle in his body tensing at her sight out of pure adrenaline as she walked seductively towards him. His strong arms pulled the chains as she got closer, but he didn't make a sound. The closer she got -with those kittenish steps, that goddamned bikini from which her breasts seemed to spill out, that rhythmical sway of her hips-, the more he tried to avoid thinking about how would that female scream if he fucked her.
What the hell am I thinking? She's the fucking enemy!
Bulma's determination was now unbreakable. She had to do this. She had to prove Frieza she was tough enough to do what she wanted with the most dangerous beast he had ever captured.
The unexpected, soft touch of her hand on his thigh made his bare skin become unusually oversensitive, the plaques of metal on his body suddenly bothering him greatly. Her eyes slid up to his chest and she smiled at the sight: the oil made his tanned skin glow lusciously. She could sense he was restraining himself from moving or speaking.
"I have never seen anyone like you" Bulma whispered as her hand ran up his thigh, grazing the furry tail that had been tightly strapped to his leg. He looked at her as he pulled the chains softly at her touch, and he could almost sense some childish curiosity in her words.
She looked at his cuffed arms.
"Saiyan-proof metal. I was part of the research team to create that particular alloy." It was like she was almost talking to herself, but she saw how his jaw tightened with anger "I can't release you. I'm sorry. My head is on the line too."
His eyes narrowed and she saw his nose wrinkling as his fangs showed.
"But since we're both stuck here, Prince..." She leaned over him to whisper in his ear, her blue hair cascading over his chest. "We might as well have some fun"
As she pulled away from him, she stopped until their noses almost touched. Her wide, crystalline eyes struck him and she winked at him playfully. Fuck, she was beautiful.
"Tell me, does a saiyan like you ever experience fear?" Bulma asked huskily as she undid the strap that kept her bikini top in place, and the silky fabric fell at her feet, revealing her full breasts and pink nipples. She sighed kittenishly, relief filling her pleasantly at the feeling of cold air against her skin.
Something primal tingled inside him, he swallowed hard.
"I have heard that saiyans are fearless."
He wouldn't speak or resist. He wouldn't acknowledge someone having power over him. And when everything was over, he would kill this bitch… that's what he repeated like a mantra in his head.
She ran her hands from her hips to her breasts, squeezing them together, teasing her hard nipples with a finger, as she bit her bottom lip. Vegeta looked at her silently, not even noticing that he was catching his breath. He was being crushed by his desire to watch her, to memorize her face and her curves. He had to remember her when the time of his vengeance came. Yeah, that's why he couldn't take her eyes off her.
"I saw you looking at me back at the party like a hungry predator" she purred, sliding her hands between her thighs and teasing the golden thong that barely covered her. Tilting her head slightly backwards, she moaned as her hands pulled down the fabric, revealing her perfectly waxed skin. Bulma knew how to make a man want her, and she wasn't afraid to use her skills if that meant saving her life. The saiyan felt his will bend and his muscles tensing… there was no point in denying it: she moved like a pro.
Vegeta clenched his teeth as he felt the familiar tension of arousal running in his blood. He squeezed his eyes shut to avoid looking at the blue haired exotic beauty who mastered the arts of seduction like she had been trained for it. Who was she? Maybe one of the concubines? Whoever she was, he thought, she'd be dead soon. But not tonight. Her moans got into his spine like electricity, spreading waves of warmth to every cell of his body.
Her body arched subtly and her tongue played with her bottom lip invitingly as she slid her fingers into her wet entrance before him, pink flush lightening up her cheeks. She watched him with hooded eyes as her fingers went in an out, spreading the wetness on her hand, smiling at the sight of his abs tensing and his arms pulling the chains. She slid her fingers even further, moaning louder as she did, in a mock act of sex which made her breasts bounce lusciously and her skin glow with sweat.
He was still wearing the golden manica, the helmet and the gladiator sandals, along with a pair of tight black training shorts that started to show exactly what she wanted to see.
Well hello, gladiator.
Bulma stopped and slowly ran her eyes down his body, a knowing smile curving her lips as she grabbed a small bottle of oil from the nightstand. She crawled on the bed towards him like a stalking wild cat, taking in every gorgeous detail of his anatomy as she slowly moved on top of him until she was face to face with him again.
They looked into each others eyes like the enemies they were. Like hunter and prey. Her intoxicating smell, for fuck's sake, it was driving him crazy... he felt her body heat, her nipples grazed his chest, her soft legs touched his strong ones. He was being used, but the electricity bubbling in his blood, the tension in his throbbing erection and the pain pooling up on his lips with the urge to kiss her and fuck her senseless suddenly made him snap and forget about everything. He didn't care who she was, why she was there, he didn't care about being trapped. He needed some friction, some goddamned heat, he needed to hear her scream, he needed a devastating orgasm to start thinking clearly again.
She ripped his training shorts in an unexpected move and he growled with deep relief, his large, hard cock bumped against her sensitive skin at the movement. He pulled the chains violently, the bed moved with strength. Bulma's heart jumped out of fear and excitement as she pressed her breasts against his body, making him arch his back and lift his hips, struggling to find her entrance.
The wild, implacable beat of his heart resounded in his ears as it pumped blood down to his erection painfully, the unbearable lack of contact was killing him.
"You're so big" she giggled sexily against his neck, "It almost scares me. I don't think I can take it all in."
"Oh, you sure can, woman," he growled huskily, almost out of breath, his muscles rippling.
Bulma gasped. He had been so quiet and the sound of his voice caught her off guard. Something exploded inside of her. Something... new. Can't back down now, Briefs, she told herself recklessly, biting her lower lip and pressing her warm wet labia along the whole hard length of his erection.
His eyes rolled back, a deep purr of pleasure escaped his lips. The tip of his tail -the only part that still had some mobility- poked her thigh softly as she brushed her nipples against the saiyan's cheek, running them down to his mouth. Vegeta yanked the chains violently again, trying desperately to slide into her and fuck her like he needed, but she wouldn't let him. It seems she really was scared he'd be too big for her.
She opened the bottle of oil with one hand and rubbed it against her breasts, her skin glowing with the slippery texture. She pulled back as she sat up on top of him, straddling over him, and massaged her breasts together without a hint of gentleness. Her fingers sinked into her skin as her hands traced circles on her flesh, her moans getting louder as she felt the saiyan's cock throbbing under her.
He couldn't take this. He wouldn't take this. He was the fucking predator. He was the fucking prince of all saiyans.
A loud clank made Bulma gasp in surprise as she saw, wide-eyed, how the prisoner ripped the metal headboard open and pulled out the bed posts with his strength, releasing the chains from where they were tied. Holy motherfucking shit. Her first instinct was to run for her life: with unprecedented fastness, she jumped off the bed onto the floor and crawled away from it as she tried to get up.
"Too late," Vegeta whispered against her ear as she felt is weight on top of her. He turned her around and pinned her on the cold marble floor, a subtle rain of forget-me-nots petals covering them as they fell from the bed with the movement. Before she knew it, the saiyan's full hard length was inside of her, painfully stretching her inner muscles and his weight pressing on her exposed clit, her legs spread wide open under him. She held on to him with strength, squeezing her eyes shut as he pounded deep into her. When they climaxed together, he buried his fangs on her neck deeply to restrain himself from moaning, the chains clanging against the marble. His weight fell on her as the tension left his body.
"Guards" she whispered out of breath with hooded eyes, her heart still racing.
"What?" the prince asked hoarsely, drained from the devastating orgasm.
"GUARDS!" Bulma yelled with every drop of strength left in her.
He rose to look at her as his eyes widened, but before he could react, Frieza's elite guards were on him. As they dragged him away from her, she insisted she was fine when they asked if she'd been hurt.
"You and Frieza are dead!" Vegeta roared as they took him away, "But I swear to the gods you're first on my list!"
When the door finally shut, Bulma was still recovering from what had just happened. Taking one hand to her heart and then closing it tightly, she wondered what she got herself into... she could've died. She could've died. Was that the point? Was Frieza testing if she could survive one night with that saiyan? Her legs trembled as she got up, supporting herself on the wall and her voice resounded in the empty room:
"T-tell Lord Frieza what you saw. Tell him I did what he asked."
A blue ceramic vase wobbled on a nightstand, and with a poof, Puar turned back to his original form.
"How did you know I was here?" the cat asked shyly.
"Just do what the fuck you're told!" she snapped before collapsing back on the bed, forget-me-not petals sticking to her sweaty skin.