Behind Palace walls ch 2
Inspired by the feedback, I decided to continue. Hooray!
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A violent shudder awoke her from her uneasy sleep, and she groggily peeled open her eyes to investigate.
Temporarily, she forgot where she was but when she looked around her disgusting surroundings, she fought back the tears.
That's all she's been doing these passed couple of days, crying; Crying, screaming, thrashing, kicking, yelling, banging and crying again. She was making the biggest outrage possible in hopes it would get her somewhere but it only wore her out and sent her back into an uneasy sleep.
She had been captured and she didn't know why. She and a few other women, about sixty or so, had been rounded up like cattle and stocked away behind bars foreshadowing the prisoners they were soon to be.
She knew about these kinds of captures; she had heard about it all the time. Earth was known for it's high technological intellect yet weak human race and for years other planets had been coming around, scooping up scholars, scientists and women, never to be seen again. Law enforcement, World leaders and Earth Military did everything they could to stop it, but their strength was nothing compared to their alien aggressors. Especially the most common to visit the muggy mud ball, Planet Vegeta.
Planet Vegeta had the most powerful and the most aggressive warriors around and when they ascended down to the planet, Earth damn near gave women away just to keep the peace.
The name "Saijins" struck fear in the hearts of many humans, and coming across one was a death wish in it's own. They visited Earth frequently in quests for finding pleasure slaves. Earth women were typically desirable among Saijin men but were unfortunately too weak to keep pace with the strength the Saijins brought. Not that they cared anyway, they always just came back for more.
She didn't ever think she'd be captured by the Saijins but she was and now it was only a count down until she was dead.
She'd heard horror stories about the brut race, and how they enslaved and mistreated women even killing them on contact for sheer pleasure. They were bloodthirsty animals and she knew she was doomed.
And single tear slid down her cheek and she angrily wiped it away. She hated herself for crying this much, it wasn't like her but she couldn't help it.
This wasn't supposed to be happening to her. She was supposed to be celebrating; she was young, fun and a rich heiress on Earth and now in a matter of minutes she'd been demoted to a slave for a foreign race.
She had just finished her high school graduation ceremony. Had just, just finished walking the stage, receiving her diploma and smiling with pride as she accepted award after award for her outstanding achievements; one of them being valedictorian. She was a genius for Pete's sake. Top-notch Ivy League schools practically begged for her enrollment, she was an heiress to a billion dollar industry in her father's name, and she was beautiful, talented, and well liked, but all that changed in two seconds.
All that changed when she ventured in the parking garage alone, peeling off her gown and graduation hat, excitedly ready to head to her own party, and was snatched in a millisecond, nearly causing her whiplash. She remembered something fuzzy wrapping itself around her waist and coming into contact with something solid. Her heart was pounding furiously as the first thought that flashed into her mind was "Saijin! Saijin! Saijin!". Newscasts warned earlier that day of three reported kidnappings but she'd be dammed if she let that stop her from going to graduation. Now thinking that was bitterly stupid of her, when she fearfully looked down she paled to confirm that it was indeed a tail; the Saijins trademark.
Panicking instead of thinking, she screamed and thrashed around wildly only encouraging her attacker as he chuckled a deep chuckle and clamped his hand around her mouth, holding her tightly as he shot off into the air.
He held her too tight she remembered and she could feel her cheeks and waist bruising but that's the last thing she remembered before blacking out and waking up in a ship, with sixty other frightened girls by her side.
The journey had been a long one, even longer because she had nothing to do but worry and panic, and had spent a majority of her time, fighting back and screaming and thrashing. In the passed week since she's been in the ship, she's been silenced more than a few times, by hard slaps in the face, shoves to the ground, death drips to her throat, or just a plain out chop to the back of the neck, knocking her unconscious to the ground.
She was relentless though, but as the days marched on she was growing tired. The food they gave was no good and she ate very little. Her body was weak from mal-nutrition and emotional exhaustion but she knew she was smart enough to get back home.
She had to be; otherwise she'd be dead.
"Hey"
Wiping another tear she turned to the source of the voice to find a blonde in the corner of the room, staring in her direction.
The blonde was a stunning woman; there was no doubt she would be made into a pleasure slave. She was slender and fit, with piercing blue eyes and angular facial features, high cheekbones and plump lips. Her bobbed cut hair, framed her face perfectly and she looked like a young model.
She felt as though she might have recognized the blonde but she was too tired to think of where.
"You'd better stop crying; they seem to hate that."
The young woman snorted ever so softly, looking around at the other women curled up on the dirty floor behind bars. Almost all of them were lulling themselves with tears.
"Easier said than done" she replied. Her voice was horse from screaming and crying for seven days straight. She couldn't remember the last time she had water.
"You're Bulma right?" The young woman snapped towards the blonde. "Bulma Briefs?"
It wasn't uncommon for people on Earth to know who she was. She was the heiress to Capsule Corporation, the largest technological corporation on the planet. But she didn't think anyone on this ship cared to approach her about it and she wasn't exactly in the "autograph-signing" mood either.
Wearily, Bulma shook her head at her new blonde companion. This was the first time she's talked to anyone other than an angry Saijin since she's got here.
The blonde seemed to peep the smallest of smiles at a recognized familiar face. Although she hadn't shed a tear nor said a word since she's arrived, her stone cold face and mysterious eyes were apart of her everyday facade. She hardly ever let her emotions out.
"I recognize that blue hair anywhere." Bulma subconsciously touched her long tousled locks. They were tangled and disarrayed by now but still shone with mighty blue brightness to match her sapphire blue eyes. "I used to sit behind you in math class."
Bulma almost gasped. That's where she knew her!
"Eighteen?"
The blonde nodded.
Bulma could feel herself revving up to cry again but she wouldn't allow it. She remembered seeing Eighteen at graduation as well.
"I was supposed to go to your party." She continued, almost sadly. "Your mom invited me."
Her mother; Bunny Briefs.
That sparked the tears all over again. The last time she had seen her parents was during her graduation speech when she had thanked the loving and patient couple, and their faces flashed on the big screen, smiling proudly and blowing kisses to their daughter.
Little did she know it'd be kisses goodbye.
Bulma was extremely close with her parents and loved them dearly; it was the most painful part of being torn from them and they were her drive for returning to Earth.
Eighteen moved from the corner of the cell and next to Bulma, this time using her own hands to wipe her tears away. "Hey" she said. "Stop crying, it'll get you into—"
"I don't care" Bulma horsed. "I want to go home"
"We all do" she responded, her voice lost of all hope and virtually life itself. "But listen, make me a promise ok."
Bulma's blue eyes looked up to meet Eighteen's piercing ones. "I know we don't go back much farther then high school but please promise me." She begged. "Promise we'll make it through this. Promise we'll survive and stay true to ourselves, whatever becomes of us; that we won't give up."
She was asking a lot. "I can't promise you that—"
"Please Bulma" Eighteen begged again. She looked like she was on the brim of tears herself, which was uncommon for the girl. Although reserved and soft-spoken at times, Bulma remembered Eighteen being a tough cookie in high school; she didn't take crap from anyone. "Please promise me; even if you don't mean it, promise me please."
"Ok, ok" She finally gave in. "I promise"
Eighteen seemed to smile and she embraced Bulma in a gentle hug. Bulma wasn't sure if she meant the promise or not but it seemed to bring a sense of comfort both to her and to Eighteen and at the moment, a little bit of comfort felt good.
It didn't last long however, no sooner did they embrace each other, two Saijins came barreling through the entrance, barking loud orders as they opened the cell doors and startled the women inside.
It was two against sixty plus and with the bars open and the door to the entrance ajar as well, Bulma felt this would be her prime opportunity for escape. She decided she wouldn't be stupid though; she had no idea where she was just yet.
Cursing to herself, she watched as two more Saijins came in, meeting the woman as they flooded the doorway, and separating them in two different directions. Where the hell were they going now?
Suddenly being posed with the threat of loosing Eighteen, quietly the heiress locked hands with the blonde as they were herded to the doors. She couldn't see what was going on but she heard screams and pleas for mercy and her heart pounded as she neared the front.
"And what's this here? We've got a couple of friends?" The man who spoke was short, fat and sloppy, with welts on his face and spit flying from his mouth when he talked.
Bulma didn't reply but only wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"Us Saijins like keeping friends apart" he spat some more and Bulma could see Eighteen getting annoyed with him. "Keeps the conspiracy to a minimum." He breathed in heavily, his weight an obvious problem, before continuing. "But luckily for you two, you're both quite the lookers and I'm sure elite soldiers would make good use of you. Possibly even the King."
Bulma nor Eighteen had any idea what he was talking about but before they could think about asking him, they were shoved to the left and ordered loudly down the hall. "Right now, to the left! Keep it moving, let's go you whores!"
They walked amongst ten or so other girls and curiosity got the better of Bulma as she turned around to see where the other girls were being unloaded. Off the ship and to the right, girls were crying as they were being handed black colored sacks for clothes, all of them one each, all of them tagged with anklets and forced to wear black scarves on their heads too. And to the left…..
Bulma turned to face in front of her to find where she had been unloaded to. The exit to the ship was somewhat similar to that of an airplane tunnel, and it guided them into a lavish building where they were hoarded through one hallway after the next until they were lead to…a bathroom?
Tubs filled with bubbled water waited for their arrival and there were at least four girls to each tub, waiting as the angry Saijins pushed the girls in Bulma's group towards them.
"Let's go slaves, hurry it up. We have less than two hours and the King and Prince our in the auction tonight, don't keep them waiting!" The taller Saijin seemed to lock eyes with every one in the room before taking his seat by the door with his companion, watching the tub girls get to work.
Bulma refused to let go of Eighteen; she was panicked, confused and observing all at the same time, unaware of what to expect next.
Before she had a chance to breathe, Eighteen was ripped apart from her and she wanted to scream until she realized the girls led her to a tub right next to Bulma's.
The maidens wore the black potato sacks and black scarves Bulma saw the other girls get earlier and she assumed this is where their fate lay; slaves.
"You're clothes miss" one of the maidens spoke to her and Bulma turned to face her.
"Excuse me?"
"Miss your clothes" she said again, and pointed to the bath.
Bulma looked around to find the other girls stripping down to the buck and easing into the baths and she wondered if everyone was comfortable with this. No one but her saw her naked and she didn't know how she felt about community baths.
"Miss?"
"I uhh….."
"Is there a problem here?" Startling her out of her skin, Bulma looked up to see the Saijin who she thought was seated by the door.
He was big, if not huge, burley and tough like a bear, with a long mane tied into a thick braid that eased down to the middle of his back. Scars littered his forearms and legs and he wore the battle uniform, which was typical among Saijins, and an electronic device on his left eye.
He was the same man who captured her in the parking garage.
"I uhhh…I ummm" she fumbled, unsure if she should explain her situation to this man or just kick him in the shins and break for it.
"Do you speak English girl?"
Bulma's eyes flattened. As scared as she was, she was still a spitfire and she didn't like being chastised.
"I—"
"Get your fucking clothes off and get in the water, now" he growled, and Bulma fought to seethe at him. He had already shoved her to the floor and choked her once before while on the ship, she didn't want to push her luck again.
Glancing quickly around the room, the other girls were already in their baths, seeming to step out of themselves and actually enjoy it for a few minutes, while the maidens tended to their hair and scrubbed them with what looked like expensive soaps.
Deciding quickly, Bulma choose not to answer the scary Saijin and instead began peeling off her clothes, stopping when the maidens helped her out of her dirty flower-print summer dress, and undid the tie from her hair.
The Scary Saijin still stood in front of her and when she looked up, she caught him looking down at her with hungry eyes.
Her heart began pounding again.
"You're a cheeky one, but you're beautiful" and stroked her cheek while the maidens kept working. Bulma shuddered from the inside out. "Who knows, I might just buy you myself"
And with that, he walked away, returning back to his seat and leaving Bulma to her uncomfortable bath.
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She couldn't relax. She wouldn't allow herself and she kept her eyes and ears open for a chance at plotting an escape. The community bathroom seemed nothing short of a five-star hotel like back on Earth if not better.
Tan marbles floors and bright chandeliers lit the room, while the girls were bathed in classic style porcelain tubs, with an upward base to make hair washing easier. They were scrubbed and lotioned with sweet smelling fragrances and dried with plush towels, guided out of the tub and to their own separate vanities where the slaves next worked on hair and make-up.
The other girls seemed lost in the pampering, seeming to forget that this wasn't a spa and that they were indeed slaves, just like the girls who were bathing them. Bulma listened as the two Saijins by the door talked endlessly about an auction and kept tab on the ladies time to make sure they were ready for it.
Bulma had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach that this auction they seemed to be attending was no ordinary auction. She feared the worst, which was her body being sold.
While polish was being applied to her fingernails, Bulma turned as best she could to Eighteen, who was in the vanity next to her, while another maiden worked on her hair.
"Eighteen" she whispered, catching the blondes' attention. She didn't look like she was having fun either, and was glaring at her reflection in the mirror.
"Eighteen, do you know anything about the auction?"
"No" she replied courtly. Her begging was over and she was back to being emotionless as she spoke.
"I wonder what's being sold…."
"You are"
The maiden who now finished her hair picked up her trail, and Bulma caught her eyes before the maiden looked away.
Her stomach did and entire loop-de-doop. "What?" she asked, and the maiden applied more blush to Bulma's cheeks. Bulma swatted her hand away and she could see out the corner of her eye, the Saijin by the door looking in her direction.
"You are miss" she repeated, halting the conversation awkwardly as another Saijin rounded to their table with bracelets in his hand, and locked one around each of the girl's ankles.
The maiden looked to make sure the Saijin was further in the room before continuing. Apparently they weren't supposed to be having this conversation.
"It's a slave auction" she continued, "They're hosted all the time. Slaves from Earth are brought in and dolled up, then bought or traded by Saijin bidders or warriors visiting from other planets."
"We're not slaves." Eighteen whispered harshly.
"Neither was I" said the maiden, and fidgeted with fly-aways in Bulma's hair. "And I've been here for three years. I've seen a lot of girls come and go"
"Go where?" Bulma was scared to ask but she did anyway.
"Don't you understand?" she asked. "They separated you for a reason. The lookers from the non-lookers. You girls are pleasure slaves; concubines. You'll be sold to the highest bidder"
A gasp caught itself in Bulma's throat and tears lit her eyes once more. She was scolded by another one of the maidens to refrain from ruining her make-up but her mind was struggling to take in the content of what she just heard.
Concubine?
She had gone from heiress to being sold as a glorified whore and although in the back of her mind she already knew her fate, she struggled to accept it.
"I—"
The same bear-like Saijin appeared at the vanity again, this time looking angry as he glared with the maiden who'd released the information.
Bulma's heart raced every time the Saijin was near and this time was no different although his attention didn't seem to be on her, but rather the maiden who talked.
No one knew what was to come next and the Saijin liked it that way as he roughly grabbed the maiden by the hair and pulled her back, earning a squeal from her and silence in the room.
"Does anyone here know the rule for speaking out of turn? And sharing classified information with worthless whores?" He was met with a quiet room. Bulma's heart raced. "Huh?!"
The maiden struggled when his grip became tighter and he pulled at her hard, some of her own auburn locks falling to the floor in chunks. Tears squeezed out of her eyes. "No one?!" the Saijin yelled, and still he was met with silent mouths.
"Guess I'll have to show you then"
Dragging her out by her hair, the maiden screamed for mercy at the top of her lungs, while being hauled across the floor and towards the doors, hurled outside and ordered to be "taken care of" by one of the other Saijins guarding the door.
Blood was running down the sides of her face from a tender scalp and the other Saijin picked her up off the floor before the doors were shut closed. Her cries were still heard as she was dragged down the hallway and it was shocking how quickly the other maidens recovered as if it didn't happen, resuming their work.
Bulma turned to glance at Eighteen who's eyes were wide open and breathing was erratic and before she could blink again, the Saijin was back at her side, looking down on her with those same hungry eyes.
Her heart picked up speed again.
"Yes" he said, kneeling over so his head was lowered at level with hers. "You whores are concubines now and yes you will be sold to the highest bidder."
The maidens finally finished her hair and make-up and when Bulma saw herself in the mirror, with the smirking Saijin by her side she wanted to throw up.
Her hair was slicked back into a large bun; curls after curls laced elegantly like a circle of snakes looping together in one pit. A headband decorated with navy blue gems kept the fly-aways in place at the top of her head while navy blue eye shadow and faint pink blush hued her porcelain skin and offset her hair fiercely.
She looked like a glorified whore.
"Maybe if you're lucky enough, I'll be your highest bidder" the Saijin finished with her and kissed her nothing but gently on the cheek. It fueled her urge to through up.
And when she thought about what would happen to the maiden, when she thought about her confirmed fate, and when she looked at herself in the mirror, and caught sight of that smirking bastard kissing her cheek, she couldn't hold it in any longer.
She grabbed a garbage can and hurled.
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Vegeta grunted to himself; he was disgusted with this.
Not believing he allowed his father to con him into going, he sat with his arms crossed strongly on his chest and a scowl on his face, waiting for this to be over.
Freeza had ordered him on a clean-up job, not long after he left dinner last night. He'd spent all night and all day finishing off alien pirates (a lousy job some second-class warriors couldn't finish) and he had just arrived back not two hours ago, before his father came parading in his room, bugging him to come to the auction.
Vegeta was annoyed; he was more than annoyed, he was grumpy, exhausted and irritated.
He was irritated with Freeza giving him second-hand bullshit for work (or giving him work in the first place) and he was irritated that his father seemed to care less and was more interested in female assets instead of getting his kingdom back.
The thought made Vegeta scowl harder.
Looking around the room, he watched hormonally raging Saijin men crowd the auditorium with their numbered signs in hand. Some of them were even accompanied by their mates; the female Saijins either enjoying the show and the competition, or were just as disgusting as their male companions.
Tails were raging in anticipation all over the room and Vegeta could practically smell sex in the air.
"This is ridiculous; those stupid fools. I could be training right now" he thought. "Or at least fucking sleeping" He had barely managed to squeeze in two hours of sleep before being dragged here; one on the ship and one in his room. And a tired prince was not a happy prince.
"Son, stop grimacing"
He looked toward his father who brought a cigar to his lips and lit the end of it.
"I hope you choke on your own smoke and die old man" he shot back cruelly but it came as more of a pout with his cranky attitude.
Knowing better, Vegeta Sr. puffed at his cigar and rolled his eyes. He watched as the curtains opened and the presenter took the stage, the Saijins roaring loudly with excitement for the ladies to come out.
"You act as though you're being sent to your own grave"
From their booth mounted above the crowd, Vegeta presented the Saijins below him. "Look around. If I jump in willingly, do you promise to cry at my funeral?"
The King rolled his eyes again. "Stop being crass Vegeta and enjoy yourself." Vegeta huffed. "You never know, you might find one you like"
"Humpf, please old man. Just shut up and close my casket already."
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If her panic attacks couldn't save her, nothing would.
After throwing up in the vanity, she was only refreshed once more and her make-up had a final fix before she was whisked away to be dressed.
Bulma clutched onto her robe and held onto her stomach, swallowing more and more bile that threatened to come up and she didn't know how much she could take.
No one spoke to her, no one spoke to any of the girls; they were simply pushed and pulled in different directions, putting on the finishing touches to doll them up and make them auction presentable.
She was squeezed into a tight-fitting navy-blue dress that stopped mid-thigh. It was the same color as the gems in her hair and the eye shadow above her eyes and did just well to accent her natural aqua features. Had the dress not been so form-fitting, and cut so low and stop so high, Bulma might have actually liked it; but she didn't have time to think about it; she didn't have time to think about anything while being rushed from one place to the next.
She felt almost like a model, being primed and polished quickly for the runway but she had to keep reminding herself where she was. This was not a fashion show and that was not a runway out there.
It was an auction, where she was to be sold.
After being dressed and forced into stripper-platform shoes and having a dab of perfume sprinkled on her wrists and collarbone, Bulma was finally done. And when she caught sight of herself again in the full-sized mirror, it took all of her inner body strength not to through up again.
She was disgusted.
She wanted to cry and trash and scream and holler and muss all the hard work the maidens did just to see what would happen. Maybe she could stall and find a way out. Maybe they'd send her to work with the other girls who'd been handed a uniform and bandana. Maybe they'd send her back to Earth being so frustrated with her.
Or maybe they'd kill her.
She gulped at the thought. She didn't know what these Saijins were capable of. She thought of the girl being pulled out the room by her hair and being "taken care of" and that was only for telling her and Eighteen about the auction.
What would happen to her if she put up a fight?
"Miss c'mon now, the auction is starting"
Bulma looked desperately at the maiden with pleading eyes, and took a step back.
The maiden was taken aback by her behavior. Though crying and upset, the other girls hadn't put up as much of a hassle as Bulma did. They had accepted their fate, held their heads high and marched into line and she even overheard two women discussing how they hoped decent men bought them and they fell in love. But not this Bulma character. She had been screaming and fighting from the start, and she was terrified yet relentless at the same time.
"Miss—"
"No…I can't….I can't do this" Bulma pleaded. She blinked back the tears. "Please, you have to get me out of here; I can't do this."
"C'mon now miss, it'll be alright—" she grabbed her arm and guided her towards the door.
"No! Please, you have to help me please!"
"You'll be fine miss, now off you go. Into the line"
"No!"
The maiden was fairly stronger than Bulma and had handed her off to the Saijin waiting for her at the door. The same bear-like monster that had followed her throughout her awful journey.
"No! No! No! Please! Please! Help me please! Don't let them do this! You have to help me, please!" she looked pathetic as the Saijin smirked and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her tiny hands off the door, and closing it shut, forcing her along.
Before the door shut, she saw the maiden's face falter in guilt and she turned away to hide her tears. Though compliant to the Saijins, she wasn't stupid; she knew what was in store for her.
"Let me go!" Bulma hollered, pounding on the bear's back. "Let go of me now and take me back to Earth!" He chuckled and signaled for his partner to halt the line in the front, stopping the train of girls.
Suddenly Bulma found herself slipping from his hands and onto the floor, only to be slammed hard into the wall with a grasp around her throat.
He wasn't crushing her but he wasn't gentle either, and right when she was sure she'd be "taken care of" next, a strong nose nuzzled her shoulder.
Bulma shrieked and his hand clamped around her mouth.
"You know" he began, and placed a torturous kiss on her jawbone. It was hot, and anxious but unwanted, and he pushed her waist into the wall when he felt her ready to knee him in some very important parts. "You're a loudmouth. And being a loudmouth will get you into a lot of trouble around here"
Bulma fought as best she could, the only movement coming from her neck muscles, straining hard to pull away from him.
"I've got some talented uses for that mouth" he whispered.
He then brought his lips dangerously close to hers earning pleading whimpers before he smirked and kissed her cheek again.
"Get the fuck away from me"
She didn't know where the courage came from, she wasn't even sure it was her that said it, but when angry eyes met her fearful ones, she wished she could take it back.
"Brave all of a sudden are we" his smirk grew wider when he released his hold on her, only to slam her tiny body into the hard wall.
Bulma hissed at the pain and she could practically feel the bruising. Those were hard walls and Saijins weren't gentle.
"We'll just see how brave you are when you enter the snake pit" he growled and shoved her back in line, signaling for his partner to continue.
Walking slowing and cradling her shoulder, Bulma just began catching up to the others when the bear was at her side again.
"Don't look so surprised when the auctioneer hands you back to me slave. You'll be mine tonight and dead by tomorrow."
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