A/N: It seems quite a number of people actually read this crap, despite the lack of reviews. Hmm…

A word of warning: There may be crude words and content that may offend some people. Meaning: foul words and possible sexual content. So if you're a minor or you hate these things, please do not read.

Disclaimer: As before, I own nothing. I wish I did, I could think of plenty of things to do to them. None of them decent.

A lot to take in

Voices... what are they saying... wha... fuck... it stings...

"I think she's waking up, back up a little... give her space. Are you alright?"

"What the hell...?" Focusing his eyes, he took in the sight of an estimate of seven women, each of of them a different species. Dressed in lavish clothes and jewelry, they could not hide their despair. The aura of fear lingered heavily in the air.

He took in the rest of the view or lack of it. Immediately his gut feeling told him, everything was wrong.

"You were unconscious for nine hours now... how do you feel?" A young lady with pale skin, dark hair and eyes. Her body slender, covered in all the right places, leaving nothing to the imagination. She was a beauty, truth be told.

"Like shit. What the hell is this place?"

"It's a holding room". Another female helpfully supplied. We are to remain here, until his Lordship's ready for us.

"Care to explain?" He was growing impatient with all this beating about the bush.

"Did the lack of oxygen get to your brain too".

"Ayla, please... don't. She just got up, she's just disorientated, that's all".

"I can speak for myself". He forced himself to get up; faced that fiery, redhead female with the smart mouth. "Well then 'Ayla', why don't you refresh my memory".

The two previous females stepped in, in an effort to avoid a potential all-out fight.

"Please don't... it's not a good idea. His Lordship's already angry as it is. After what you did, he had us locked in here until they cleaned up the mess".

"You mean until they've decided what to do with us" That was Ayla. "If you were going to kill yourself, you could have at least done a better job at it. Now you got all of us involved and in here with you, if we're lucky maybe he'll kill us quickly".

They need not tell him in so many words for him to piece together somewhat of a story. So he was in a body of someone who attempted suicide, on a ship belonging to some 'Lordship'. For now they were all locked in here due to something this borrowed host of a being did previously.

"Ayla, it's enough already. We don't need to start wringing at each other's necks. So do you have a name?"

"Who wants to know?" No way was he stupid enough to give his name.

"You got a loose tongue, it seems. Your people didn't train you enough? Or is this what you were taught. Some men have a unique taste for bitches like you".

She barely saw it coming, just as quickly, she fell over to her side from the impact. It wasn't a painful slap but it reddened her cheek anyway.

"I suggest you watch your mouth, woman. Just because you're a female, doesn't mean I won't hit you".

It wasn't in his nature to strike a woman especially one whose power level was barely a fraction of his finger, but she had it coming. No one insulted him or his race. If there was any consolation, he had restrained himself enough for it to be called 'gentle'.

"Haven't been looking in a mirror lately, have you sweetheart?" Ayla snarled, rubbing her cheek as she glared at Vegeta. "You happen to have a set of orbs and something less between the legs, yourself."

"What!?" he took a closer look at himself.

Immediately, the first thing he noticed was how small and smooth his hands were, and the nails... the manicured nails... WHAT THE HELL!?

He started feeling himself... first his face... his... long flowing hair...?

His breasts. THEY'RE REAL!

Near panic, hysterical in fact, he ran to the nearby dresser.

Instead of the battle hard features he was used to seeing. A soft, dare he say delicate feature stared back at him. His black, flame hair, now a light orange, reached just below his... her shoulders. A pair of dark pool for eyes.

His usual blue gear was gone; in its place a silk top, exposing parts of his cleavage and flat feminine belly. Along with a skirt barely covering whatever it was supposed to, and slits along the sides of his lthighs.

A pair of cat like ears replaced his own, and a tail... while he had a tail once, this wasn't a Saiyan's. It was definitely cat like. A Neko-jin then.

Vegeta turned around, with full intentions of demanding an explanation. When...

...

The door opened...

Immediately, every female was on high alert. If Vegeta thought they were scared before, now the depth of their fear was almost suffocating.

"Lord Kakarotto is now ready for you. Behave yourselves and be respectful before him. Now come with us".

"Kakarotto...?" Vegeta whispered that name. What was going on...

The walk along the corridors seemed a lot longer than it looked. Every step was like a step closer to the execution grounds. Maybe it was, if the females' fearful aura were any indication. And the guards... those were the armors Freeza's army used, the ones Vegeta himself, had used before.

If this was Hell, it was doing a very good job dishing out retribution. Inside a strange, female body weaker than Yamcha. Him, dressed like a hooker and looking like a cat girl he was certain would have that pervert of a hermit bleed fountains from his nose.

To sum it up, if he were to guess, none of these looked promising. It was servitude all over again. But how did he get here? What had changed?

Finally... they stopped before a door.

The soldier leading in the front was first to enter, saluting as he announced their arrival. "We brought them, Lord Kakarotto".

"Bring them in".

There. That voice.

Forced to stand in a line before him, Vegeta saw him then... Kakarotto, but where he remembered a cheerful smile, was now replaced with something and someone else he could associate with... Freeza. It was a smile that spoke volumes of cruelty and promised pain. Dressed in a black and yellow Saiyan armor, over a black suit. He was impressive, had the circumstances not be so unnerving.

Vegeta wrapped his feline cat around his waist, a habit that came naturally to him, despite the years he had lived without one. He wasn't sure if he would feel the same level of pain he had with his Saiyan tail, but he wasn't about to give anyone something to grab onto.

Then Kakarotto stood up, moving forward, towards the line in front of him. Silently, he inspected his 'wares' similarly as one would inspect a horse. He ran his hands over the first girl. The same black haired one, Vegeta spoke to just moments ago. She gasped, flinching as he touched her skin. If his touch was gentle, it was hardly soothing.

Vegeta swore it was as if poison or acid had touched her skin, but still she tolerated his 'caresses'.

He watched from the corner of his eye as Kakarotto firmly caressed her right breast, making her whimper. The bastard. He's a fucking pervert!

He was just as relieved as she was when Kakarotto finally stopped.

His relief was short-lived however, as the next female was stripped off her top. She screamed, trying her best to cover herself with her arms and hands. Kakarotto wasn't having any of that. With one hand he swiftly captured both her wrists, brought them above her head.

"Please… don't." She was already in tears, but even that didn't detour him. His free hand came to rest on her face, tracing downwards until he reached her breast. Using his thumb, he began a circular motion over a nipple; enjoying the little sobs she produced.

Vegeta almost lost it then. His tail literally bristling, his fist clenched tight. He knew what Kakarotto was doing, he was enjoying all of this. He was enjoying her discomfort, every humiliation he could bring out of her.

While he might have taken delight in his victim's sufferings before, he had long since left that past behind. Hearing the poor girl now, he wanted it to stop. He wanted to tear that bastard's smirk off his face, rip his hands off from its joints.

Someone was looking at him, snapping him out from his earlier thoughts. He turned his eyes to the source … Ayla. He didn't need telepathy to know what she was saying. 'Don't make it worse'.

It was hard to ignore and turn away, thankfully Kakarotto stopped… he had six more women to 'inspect' after all.

Kakarotto took his time as he looked over each girl. Exquisite. He was pleased, amused how scared they were. He could smell their fear like perfume in the air and he hadn't done a thing yet. Then he came to the next. Ah… he recognized this one.

Vegeta held his breath as Kakarotto finally came to a stop in front of him. Damn it. If he even think about touching him.

"You caused quite a bit of trouble, didn't you?" He lowered himself just a little so he could have a better look at her. He would have expected her to flinch or cower as she had, before being forcefully brought onto his ship. But he did not expect her to turn her face aside, let alone that look on her face as she regarded him from the corner of her eye.

"I do my best."

Kakarotto's good mood was fading, as evident by the slight spike in his ki. Vegeta might not have his usual supply of ki at his back and call but he knew how to read ki enough, still it was in his blood to resist. His pride would demand it no less, no matter the state of the body, his or borrowed.

She was baiting him, drawing him out. Determined not to be made a fool of by this weak female in front of him, Kakarotto disciplined himself to calm down.

"Care to explain your earlier stunt? Now's your chance to speak. You might not get it again."

"Hn" Vegeta crossed his arms as he kept his gaze away, unintentionally pushing his breasts further upwards; showing more skin and cleavage. He realized his mistake when he noticed Kakarotto's eyes trailing downwards and immediately he removed his arms. Old habits die hard.

"Nice." He grinned, taking a firm hold of her jaw; he turned her face towards him and kissed her on her lips.

Immediately there was chaos.

Vegeta was quick to lash out, forgetting his current state and position. He swung his fist, intending to punch Kakarotto. Too slow. Kakarotto had captured his hand before it could make any contact with his face.

Vegeta felt the pain before he knew what hit him. Barely able to register the screams of the girls and the soldiers readying their weapons on him. Slammed against the wall, he fell onto the ground below.

He was about to get up when he felt a second blow; this time to his belly, courtesy of Kakarotto. He coughed; heaving as he tried to catch his breath, that last blow almost cut the air from his lungs. Spots danced in his vision as he turned, focusing on Kakarotto.

Kakarotto was furious. How dare she. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he forced her vision towards him. "You're quite a feisty bitch, aren't you?" He readied a ki-blast in his other hand.

Gasps were heard, light whimpers as well. Vegeta was certain Kakarotto was going to kill him.

"Any last words, wench?" The ki-blast was ready.

"Do it then" he turned his glare towards Kakarotto.

"?" Kakarotto had to blink twice. What was that? Did she just tell him to fire it? He searched her face for answers… yes… it would seem she did.

Vegeta was expecting his death or perhaps more torture before that, but what he got was worse. Kakarotto had extinguished his ki-blast and laughed, throwing his head back as he did. Only that laughter wasn't sincere. It made him cringe.

"I see. So this was what you were egging me to do; provoke me into giving you death. You don't get to choose your fate, bitch" He tightened his grip on Vegeta's hair, making him hiss in pain.

"I decide whether you live or die. No one else" He released his hand, letting her fall heavily to the ground. "Take her to the rejuvenation chamber. You take the rest to the holding room" A soldier saluted and immediately escorted the other girls out.

He was further amused when that feisty female slapped the hand of his soldier, who was attempting to carry out his orders and escort her. She got up on her own strength and walked off with him instead.

And those eyes when she turned back; glaring at him, challenging him.

She's just full of surprises, isn't she?

Kakarotto smiled to himself. He wouldn't be bored for a while, that's for sure.

To be continued ~

So what do you guys think? Should I continue?