Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ

A/N: Hi All.

I am really enjoying writing this fic, of course as always let me know your thoughts.

I'm using some more traditional spelling for characters names.

Vegeta – Vegeta Oji

Bulma – Bulma

King Vegeta – Vegeta Ou

Part 2

Bulma's eyes opened. This was how she awoke each morning. The sinking feeling, that the day before something terrible had happened that she now had to face; that even her dreams could not keep her from. She had been sold to be a concubine for Vegeta Ou. The King of these lands.

But they were not her lands. He was not her King. She had been found after a ship had wrecked off the shores of the small coastal town of Ha'íl. She had been given to a couple who could not bear children, but far from the accepted opinion that they would love and cherish her like their own. It was quite the opposite. Her amazing blue eyes and light blue hair made her stand out from the rest. They knew she would be picked to be sold to Vegeta Ou's harem. They saw gold in her beauty and they had betrayed her like she always knew they would.

She had heard the stories of Vegeta Oji, the Prince. He was said to have the face of the gods, and a body to match. That he could strike down any monster with his mighty sword. He could out run and living creature on land, and brave the roughest seas better than any sailor. Bulma scoffed at these legends. He was handsome, sure. But wicked inside, how could he go from town to town and tear girls from their homes and send them to such an oppressed place. She was being taking to an official selection, if Vegeta Ou does not take fancy to her she will be taken to a local brothel to try and recover some of the gold the royal assets had paid for her. Of course before they are sent there the guards pass them around for 'testing'.

"Girl, ready yourself. We leave after breakfast." A soldier called out from the campsite.

Bulma sighed and sat up. She only had the clothes on her back, she would not have time to wash them before they left. Bulma pulled her dress over her head and pulled it down over her legs. It was floor length, dark green in colour and was hardly flattering. Not that she wanted any attention from these men. She pulled back the tent opening and walked over to the fire.

"Sire, there seems to be a storm brewing up ahead. The wind has changed directions and the air has grown cooler." A soldier yelled riding next to his Prince.

"Yes, I'm not an idiot. We will take refuge up ahead beside that hill in the clearing." Vegeta Oji yelled back as the wind picked up.

"Sire!" He called back signalling the rest of the soldiers.

Riding toward the new campsite, Bulma felt the wind pick up again. She held on tight and buried her face behind Vegeta Ou as the rain started. Hitting them like a barrage of a mighty river. This was a bad storm, a late summer storm. One that could cause so much destruction.

The Soldiers were cramped into the smaller tent that Bulma had been occupying. The storm screamed outside, the horses were tied to a new by group of trees. They were very uneasy and were fretting next to each other in the storm. Vegeta watched from inside the tent, they had eaten bread and smoked dehydrated meat that had been cooked the night before. Vegeta Oji had brought Bulma into his own tent. Not trusting the soldiers will to keep their hands off the King's property. She was to be brought to the King as a virgin. He turned around and saw that Bulma was fast asleep on the bed. She was not use to the long hard rides on horse back that was clear. She had fallen asleep almost immediately after dinner each night since they left a week ago.

Vegeta Oji walked over and started to undress, he too was tired and needed to rest for the morning. He took off his shirt; his defined chest and abdomen were more defined in the candle light. He rubbed his eyes and pulled back the covers. Bulma was still fully clothed.

Like he could be tempted by such a young girl!

She couldn't be any older than sixteen, he was easily four years her senior. And a Prince, he had no use for such a frivolous thing. His father could spend his time spreading his seed. Vegeta Oji would be the only true heir, and getting the respect and trust of the men in the army and the people of the land was the way he would secure his title. Once his father passed, the council could only name Vegeta Oji the successor to the throne.

He laid down next to the small girl, feeling her body heat pulsate through the sheets, it was nice on a cold night to feel that warmth. But that is as far as it went. Vegeta Oji needed no one, least of all a silly little girl.

Vegeta Oji's eyes shot open. Bulma was wrapped around him, sitting on top of his waist. A knife was in her hand, she held it firmly against his throat.

"I will not become anyone's whore!" She strained to keep her voice low.

Vegeta Oji smirked. She had guts, she had pride. Most girls were excited to become nothing but sex slaves to his father. This girl had a fire in her belly; he was drawn to it the minute his gaze connected with hers.

"The do it, let nothing stand in your way child." Vegeta Oji whispered, playing along in her game.

The sun would be rising soon, if she was going to do it she had to do it now. The Prince looked so handsome beneath her. He was calm and collected. Nothing like what she imagined. The stories were lies of course. She did shiver in his presence, she was sure if he hadn't paid for her he would have killed her already. His chest was rising and falling with his breathes. His bare chest exposed from under the sheets. God he was beautiful, she felt a pure rush of animalistic urge to cares his surprisingly soft skin. Still a huge smirk was washed over his amazing features.

"Do it girl, kill the legendary Vegeta Oji, run from this place and live amongst the animals" He chuckled.

"Don't mock me; I will slit your throat." She threatened.

Vegeta Oji with the speed of light grabbed her arm holding the knife and had her face down on the bed before she even knew what was happening. Pushing himself up against her back, he purred in her ear.

"I gave you a chance; I can tell you have spirit. But you are not a killer." He laughed.

"Let… Me… Go!" She cried trying to struggle free.

Vegeta Oji pulled her shoulders back so he had his arm up against her breasts. Again he spoke in her ear.

"You are the King's now; he will choose what your fate will be. But keep up this little act of bravery and you will be destined for the whore house, my father does not like trouble makers." Vegeta Oji warned.

The truth was he was attracted to her spirit, he wanted to tell her to keep fighting, but he knew what the out come would be. She would have a better chance in Vegeta Ou's harem. Better then the life of a street whore. But then again if his father did not choose her, he could have a taste of her fiery will all to himself. Wouldn't that be a change from the sickly obedient whores he was use to? Ones that saw his body and melted. Never fighting him for a moment. Feeling this body under him with such passion for life and freedom almost made him hard.

She was like no other woman he had met and yet she was just a girl.

Vegeta Oji loosened his grip and leaned back taking the knife with him. Bulma just lay there crying into the pillow. Vegeta Oji sighed and stood up.

"Get up and go down to the river to wash your clothes. I will make sure the others stay in their tents." He said walking out of the tent.

A/N: And that is the end of part 2, hope you enjoyed.