"Heheh! Look at you!" Ratizt grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her face up for a better look. "Fuck, Nappa! How'd you find a piece of ass this good on that rock?"
Nappa puffed out his oversized chest and smiled proudly at his prey. "I'm just that good!"
Vegeta rolled his eyes and let his gaze fall on the broken little thing lying on the floor in front of him. Despite the insults the men around her threw or the prodding they did at her bruises and obviously broken bones, she never moved. Her pride interested him, but it was her eyes that intrigued him the most. The depths of those bright, cornflower blue eyes seemed to spark with a fire that exuded from her in scorching waves. Yet, though they where restless, at the same time they never seemed to falter. They were calculating and daring, never losing their shine of confidence.
Nappa moved closer to her, grabbing her chin between his thumb and forefinger harshly, his face only inches from her own. "Hehe. I'll have fun breaking her in."
Her jaw clenched and her body braced against the burly man as he pressed his body even closer to hers. His face tipped ever closer and Vegeta saw a spark let loose in her eyes. She jerked her neck forward, her head meeting with Nappa's nose, sending him reeling.
"You little bitch!" He spat, blood dripping from his nose onto the pristine floors of the ship.
"Hahahahaha!" The hackles on Vegeta's neck stood straight as the familiar cackle met his ears. "So the little Zentu woman has the mighty monkey beat?" Freiza taunted. The girl's eyes narrowed at the man who had ordered the destruction of her world. Her face hardened and she let out a snarl deep from her throat. Freiza's gaze swung towards her. "So….Our little whore doesn't want to give in huh?" She glared and lifted her chin proudly at him. "Haha. Send her to the medical ward. We don't want her dying before she can suffer properly." A cynical laugh escaped his throat. Vegeta was sure he was pondering all of the cruelties he could inflict on the girl.
Nappa glared angrily at the little woman who could barely stand, but had just managed to split his face wide open. He would have his chance at her once she got out of the medical ward. Vegeta walked over to her. "What are you just standing there for? The medical ward's this way." He could see her body begin to tense again as he got closer to her. "Well, woman? Are you going or not?" She looked around her to the other men. They stared at her like dogs eyeing a slab of meat. Slowly and wearily she nodded.
Vegeta settled himself into bed once again beside Bulma. His life with her had turned out to be more than he had ever hoped for. He rolled away from her and tucked his head deep into his pillow. He knew that he would not be able to sleep tonight and if he did manage to drift off, Tanya would be waiting for him in his dreams. He felt the other side of the bed shift beneath him and warm, slender arms reached out to wrap around him.
"Vegeta? You would tell me if something was really wrong, right?" Her breath fluttered on the back of his neck as the words escaped her mouth, and a shiver ran down his spine.
He couldn't tell her no, but saying yes would mean lying to her, so he settled for his usual evasion. "Shut up and go to sleep woman. You're voice is wearing on my nerves."
"Is it now?" she sat up, her arms crossed over her chest in irritation. "Well excuse me for caring your highness!" She rose limberly from the bed, her tiny feet hitting the floor with purpose. "I guess the mighty prince won't mind then if I, you're lowly wench sleep in a different room!"
She stomped toward the door and Vegeta sighed heavily. He wondered sometimes why she married him at all. He rose from the bed and rushed toward her. "Damn it woman! Get back here!" He grabbed her slender arm and pulled her tiny body into his. "You're not going to sleep anywhere else."
"Oh really?" she whipped around to face him, her stomach now flush with his own. "And why the fuck not?" Her eyes blazed in their deep blue depths.
He smirked at her stubbornness. "Because you can't sleep without me."
Some of the fire left her eyes as she gazed at her husband. He was a hard, angry man, but not a cruel man. He was a cocky, arrogant, sadistic ass, but those things where what she loved so much about him. "Fine." She sighed, giving into the closest thing he had to charm.
Vegeta released her arm and his gaze softened. "Good. Then shouldn't we go to bed?"
Bulma glanced up at the clock. "Well it is four thirty in the morning….We may as well just stay up."
He raised his eyebrow, "And do what?"
She grinned up at him and moved closer, pressing their bodies against each other. "Well…I'm sure I can think of something." Her hands crept up his chest, tracing his collar bone.
He didn't even try to stop the deep moan that escaped his lips. "Damn you woman."
She giggled coyly at him. "You're damning me already? I wonder what you'll be doing once I'm done with you?" She moved her lips across the path that her fingers had just found, tracing kisses along his clavicle and up his neck, eliciting another moan from deep within his throat.
He wrapped his arms around her little waste and ran his fingers across her delicate curves. "You're not having all the fun." He smirked as he pressed her down on the bed they shared. 'I think I like waking up early'
"Nappa, you may as well just give up!" One of the men laughed as Nappa was knocked to the floor once again by the mysterious Zentu princess. She had been on the ship, silent, for two days and now that her strength had returned she had turned out to be quite the opponent.
Vegeta let out a chuckle as the bumbling fool wiped a stream of blood from his now broken lip. "Little Bitch! You should know your place!" She raised her chin in defiance and her cornflower blue eyes sparked in their depths.
Nappa picked himself up off of the floor of the ship and charged at the girl again. Vegeta watched closely as her eyes narrowed and she evaded him, planting her foot firmly in his back. He fell, his big body hitting the floor hard, shaking the ground under his boots. Vegeta had to hold back another laugh that threatened to work its way up his throat.
"He may be right, Nappa. Maybe you should just give up." Vegeta taunted the big man as he once again struggled to rise. He had been trying to claim his prize since she received clearance from the medical ward, each time failing miserably.
The fiery little woman was proving too much for him, and any of the other men on the ship who had attempted advances on her. Vegeta had to wonder how this girl, though from a supposed peaceful planet, could thwart Freiza's men so easily. Not that she would be any match for him if he wanted her. He told himself that he hadn't tried yet because he simply wasn't interested. She gazed at Nappa as he rose from the floor and smiled. He was shocked at this first brazen show of emotion. Since she had stumbled onto Freiza's ship against her will her gaze had been stoic…up until now.
"You….Little….whore….." Nappa grumbled. She simply shook her head at the pathetic piece of meat finally rising to his feet and turned to walk away. "I'm not done with you yet bitch!" Nappa yelled after her, but she didn't even look back at him, choosing instead to stride down the hallway to the bunk that had been designated as hers.
Vegeta patted Nappa's shoulder as he fumed, ready to go after the girl. "Give up, Nappa." He smirked down the hallway. "She's too much woman for you anyway."
This fiery little princess intrigued him. She never spoke, but yet what she had to say came across plainly when the men of the ship attempted to bed her. She fought each one of them, each time sending them to the floor, humiliating them one by one. Her pride rivaled his own and showed in the never-ending depths of her eyes. He stared after her tiny frame as it disappeared into the deep void of Freiza's ship.
For the following days she hid herself well in the crevices of the ship. He wondered for a second if she was afraid of the men, but then he remembered her humiliating assault on Nappa as well as other soldiers who had tried to claim her. Every once in a while he would catch a glimpse of ivory hair around a corner or see her beautiful eyes sparkle in the shadows before they faded away. Some nights he would pass her quarters and hear her movement behind the solid door that separated them. Though the rational part of his mind told him not to, the more primitive side of him had to wonder, if he simply blasted through the flimsy metal door, what would he see on the inside?
It wasn't long before they reached planet Freiza. This place, hidden in shadows and devoid of light or life was only slightly more pleasing to the senses than the stifling ship that he was in. The hatch dropped and the soldiers flooded out into the open air, eager to escape the confines of the ship and each other. It was on these kind of missions that tensions between Freiza's dogs and the three proud saiyans flared the greatest. This time they had somehow managed to keep their ever-worsening tempers at bay.
As all of the men exited the ship a flash of hair, the color of snow caught his eye. The elusive princess seemed to float off the ship, her flowing garb, typical of the Zentu people cascading out behind her. He noticed that it was torn in a few places, and blood stained the edges of her collar, obvious signs of the struggles she had endured at the hands of Freiza and his men. Never-the-less her eyes looked directly ahead, and she carried herself with all the dignity of royalty.
One of the guards of the planet sauntered up to her, placing his greasy hand firmly on her shoulder. She stopped, eyeing the man, her blue eyes coming alive, sparking just as he had seen them do on Freiza's ship. Her hand flew from her side, too fast for the weak guard to comprehend and grasped his throat. He watched as she smiled cynically before clamping down tight on his trachea, crushing the delicate pipe in her fingers slowly. She seemed to relish the purple color that spread over his face as she cut off the flow of his jugular vein. Vegeta shuddered as her smile became sadistic and her eyes became wild. He was surprised to feel his body responding to the wonton, bestial nature of this woman before him. He couldn't peel his eyes from her as she slowly strangled the guard. However it wasn't long before he ceased his pointless struggle, his body going limp in her hold.
The smirk faded from her face and she dropped his body to the cold, metallic ground of planet Freiza. Vegeta licked his lips. Usually the women that his men captured were of little interest to him, but this woman was different. He had never seen a woman look as beautiful as she had when she had strangled Freiza's guard, a sadistic smile touching the edges of her tempting mouth and her eyes sparkling with pleasure at the suffering of her victim. He hated to admit it, but he wanted the fiery little Zentu princess.
Vegeta traced his fingers along Bulma's now naked spine. He marveled at how perfect her curves where as they sloped along her milky skin. A little moan escaped her throat followed by a low, tired giggle that made him smile. "That feels good." She purred, leaning into his touch.
"Really?" He asked, his voice deep in his throat. He inched closer to her and gathered her little body into his massive, toned arms. "How about this?" He nipped her neck and nibbled his way down her shoulders.
"Vegeta, I'm tired! Come on!" She swatted at him, but was betrayed by a giggle that bubbled unwillingly from her throat.
"Really? Bet I could change that." He kissed his way down her collar bone and took one of her nipples into his mouth, nipping at the tip. A tiny mew of pleasure escaped her throat and he grinned, relishing in her pleasure.
"Mom!" Vegeta growled in irritation, but moved away from his wife as the door opened and his son came padding into the room on bare feet.
"Trunks!" Bulma pulled the covers over her bared breasts and painted a smile on her face, trying to lessen the passionate flush on her cheeks. "Hi baby!" she pulled him up onto her lap, kissing his cheek. "Is there something that you need?"
Vegeta scowled at the little boy who had so easily stolen his wife's attention. What he needed to go back to bed and allow his mother and father to pick up where they had left off.
"Breakfast." He said simply, his big blue eyes gazing up to his mother. She smiled affectionately at her son and Vegeta let out a low growl. His attempts had been thwarted by this purple haired little brat and he didn't even realize what he had done.
Bulma sighed, obviously tired from their earlier escapades, but nodded to her son none-the-less. "Ok, honey. Go wait in the kitchen while mommy gets dressed. I'll be right down." The little boy exited the room and she began to lift herself up from the bed when suddenly she was pulled roughly back down by her hair. "OW! Vegeta! What the hell was that about, you ass!"
"Shut your mouth woman. I'll take care of the brat." He rolled out of bed, landing easily on his feet, his naked body brilliant in the early morning sun that gleamed through the window.
"Wha—" she asked shocked at Vegeta's sudden decision to take care of her son.
He smirked devilishly over his shoulder at her. "You'll need your rest. I'm not done with you."
He pulled on a pair of loose fitting shorts and strode down the hallway, eager to get the brat taken care of so that he could get back to his wife. When he entered the kitchen Trunks stared at him, a confused look plastered on his face.
"Where's mommy?" He asked, his voice riddled with uncertainty at this sudden change in his routine.
"In bed, now what do you want kid?" He barked, making the boy shrink away from the table.
"Pancakes?" He squeaked.
"For fuck sake kid! I don't know how to make pancakes!" Trunks shrunk away farther at his father's harsh tone. Vegeta stared, puzzled at the timid little boy sitting across the table from him. He sighed, trying his best to make his voice soften. "How 'bout some of that cereal stuff?" He rummaged through the cupboards trying to find the box of 'Fruit Loops' that he had seen Bulma pull out on occasion for their son.
The boy nodded and Vegeta deftly poured milk into the bowl of dry cereal. How had he become this domesticated? He set the bowl down in front of Trunks and the little boy smiled up at him charmingly. "Thank you Daddy!"
Vegeta almost smiled back at his son. If he had to be truthful, he loved his son and, though he still thought that the boy shouldn't be allowed to barge into his bedroom any time he wanted, he sincerely enjoyed their time together. There had been a time when he thought that he would never have a child of his own. Never had he imagined himself responding to 'Daddy' or receiving the love and respect that his son gave him unconditionally. Freiza had shattered all of his hopes for that, but yet now, almost twenty years later he had reclaimed his ability to hope, to dream, and to have a family.
"Oh! Vegeta! Good Morning!" Mrs. Breif's shrill voice met his ears, making him grimace. "I was just coming down to make little Trunks some pancakes, but I see his father's already taken care of his tummy!"
"Grandma!" The little boy hopped down from the table and ran over to his grandmother, hugging her legs fiercely.
"Vegeta, you can go relax now if you want! I have everything under control." She picked Trunks up, swinging him in her arms and he giggled.
Vegeta simply grunted and headed up the stairs to his bedroom where his wife was waiting for him to return.
Author's Babble: Ok! Chapter Two! Yay! I've decided that this story will be updated weekly on Wednesdays, though it will probably be late at night on Wednesdays, I won't lie. Like tonight, it wasn't technically on till 1:00 am Thursday. lolz. Thank you to HikariNeko for your review. So far she is my only reviewer. It makes me happy that I HAVE a reviewer, but at the same time sad that I only have one. sad day...oh well...anywho there's a little bit of limade in this chapter and there will probably be some lemon in the later chappies, so please if what I wrote in this chapter offended you, I would suggest not reading the rest of the story, because it's only gonna get worse (or better) :) from here on out. Please REVIEW! I love reviews, they make me all warm and fuzzy inside. Everytime I open my e-mail to see a pretty review my insides get all warm and happy! :) so make me happy. I will take: constructive critisizm and of course praise is always welcome. Flames will be used to make smores. Now down to the boring part: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of the related characters such as Bulma, Trunks, Vegeta (though I wish I owned him. lolz) or any of the other characters that may pop up so don't sue me. Thx. The next chapter will follow this one in one week! Thanks guys! Ciao!
-Dillio-chan-