Chapter Two: Vegeta's Plan
A/n: Yes.. Well here's another chapter. This most likely isn't my best one, story I mean. Only because I feel lazy at it. I'm sure you have moments like these. -.-
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Bulma opened her eyes, and to her surprise, she wasn't in the ocean water. Nor was she in the house at the beach. She was in her own bed. -Another dream..?- She thought. A small grunt escaped her lips as she sat up in bed, as night still over-powered the side of the Earth she was in. A sharp pain came to her shoulder and wrists. -Nope, that was no dream.. But how did I get here?-
Standing up, she moaned greatly at the sharp pains that striked her entire body. "Ugh.. Stupid Yamcha." She spoke. When she walked out of her door she looked up and down the familiar hallway and walked downstairs quietly. To her surprise no one was here besides her. She crept back upstairs and blinked as she looked at the door that Vegeta satyed in.
"Surely he won't be here." She muttered. Closing in on the door frame, she placed her hand on the door knob and twisted it to the right. "Deja Vu.." She said pausing for a moment, but pushed the door open. She froze with her hand still on the doorknob as she saw Vegeta's frame sleeping there in the bed. Every now and then a snore would be heard.
Miss Briefs blinked and walked back out the door. but before she got all the way out, a sleepy voice demanded, "What the hell do you want, woman." Bulma turned around again and looked at Vegeta who sat up in his bed. The room was so dark, it frightened Bulma to see that dark shadowy figure of Vegeta sitting up in bed.
She hesitated for a moment and blinked. "Just wanted to know how in damns sake I got here.." She murmured. The Saiyan Prince stood up and growled as he stepped towards her. Bulma's breath was cut short as she saw Vegeta so close to her.
"I killed the baka that trapped you. I got you out of that cold ass water and brought you here. I knew that if I dragged you here you'd be able to fix what I needed. How's anyone going to fix the chamber if that person's dead?" He remarked coldly. This angered Bulma. Her head ached real bad from the previous night of shouting.
"I'm not your little maid. I won't do everything you say. And there's no way you can force me to do so. if you have to kill me, do it. But I've had enough of your childish attitude. For a grown Prince, you sure whine like a baby. "You should've let me drowned. I would've been better off." Bulma snapped
The Briefs daughter felt Vegeta glaring at her. He was growing angry. And this actually frightened Bulma, from the adventure with Yamcha. She knew that Vegeta was much more powerful than Yamcha and he could do much more damage. Vegeta could sense that Bulma was scared. He smirked and stepped up closer. "Perhaps I should make that nightmare come true all over again?"
A deep chuckle echoed across the room. Bulma thrusted her arms forward, to push him away. "Don't say that. I'm freaked out enough. I don't need another psycho living in my house." The sleepy woman snapped. He just laughed again.
"You really think that being eaten by weak sharks is a nightmare? Haha.. I should show you a real nightmare." Vegeta laughed backing away.
"Vegeta, me offering you to stay here is my living nightmare. Everyday, it's always bitching. 'Hey baka, come fix this!' Or, 'Stop that, you idiot!'" Bulma mocked immitating his voice.
The Prince of saiyans scowled and frowned. He didn't say anything more, because he did say those things but he did them just to see her reach her anger limit. "I only do it to amuse myself. Haha."
"You're a sick man." She muttered. Walking out of the door, she looked back towards him and glared hard. "I only came here to thank you. But obvioiusly saying 'thank you' is impossible to say to you." She shook her head and walked to her room. As she walked she could hear that low eerie chuckle of his.
A chill overcame her as she heard this. As she closed the door, she walked to her dresser and yawned. Turning on her stereo she switched to the song 'Crash and Burn' She hummed along with the words.
'When you feel all alone, and the world has turned its back on you. Give me a moment please, to tame your wild, wild heart.' The words continued and another yawn overwhelmed her. Looking at her curlers, she smiled and thought back yesterday. "My hair did look cute.." She said to herself.
So Miss Briefs decided to place the curlers in her hair. Taking one giant curler out, and a pin, she took a large portion of her long silky hair and rolled it up to her scalp. She repeated this until her entire head was covered. Bulma lowered the music and snugged under the sheets of her bed and sang weakly with the song.
"Let me be the one you call, if you jump, I won't let you fall; lift you up and fly away with you into the night.." Now silent, the 19 year old woman fell asleep in her bed, curling her legs to her chest with the blanket tightly wrapped around her body.
---Next morning
A loud crashing sound made Bulma's eyes jolt open and she sat up in her bed with her expression frightened. Without stretching, or waking up all the way, the teen hurried downstairs, with the curlers still in her head. Almost tripping over a cord in the middle of the hallway. "What the.." She hurried her way outside in the back yard and saw a pile of rubble and a small fire building up in the metal. Blinking she cocked her head to the right and walked over to the giant mountain of metal. "What in the world.." She muttered.
A hand shot up from the pile of trash and Bulma leaped backwards with a startled gasp. Noticing the familiar glove, she walked over to it and pulled back some of the pipes. To her surprise, Vegeta was burried alive under the heavy pressure of tools. "Back away you baka." He demanded.
She shook her head and pulled back some more of the metals. He shot up, standing up straight. Brushing himself off, he picked at the hole in his spandex suit. Blood dripped from his right cheekbone and drizzled down to the creases of his mouth. Bulma looked at him in shock and coughed. "Vegeta, you have a pipe going through the top layer of your skin.." Looking at the woman before her he glared then looked at his right leg.
Surely enough, there was a twenty-six six long pipe plunging through his skin. He took his good hand and placed it on the metal and began yanking it out of his flesh, but to his surprise it wouldn't budge. His skin was tightly wrapped around it trying to heal back to normal. Bulma held her stomach and gagged at the sight of Vegeta's blood rushing down his right leg and to the floor. A large gash tore through his suit at the chest and blood again spewed out from there down his stomach, staining his blue clothing a light color of purple.
"Vegeta, we need to get you inside and get that thing out before it gets infected." Bulma stated. He shook his head and growled to her.
"I don't need a human's help. I can't take care of this myself!" Scowling he limped off with that same frown he always held.
"Suit yourself, you big baby!" She called. Vegeta stopped. Turned around and stepped back up to her. He was inches away from her body and she looked up at him with a frown just like his.
"Don't mock me you pathetic human." He rose his left hand and launched it diagnol and collided it with her cheek. A loud smack was made and Bulma's head was turned to the right, she held that position for a moment and looked back to him with a glare. She didn't look hurt, just angry. This surprised Vegeta a bit but smiled as he saw the blood trickle down from her mouth and to her chin.
"Go to hell." She remarked. The Prince smiled widely, that sick creepy smile. He peered down at her with that look.
"You look like an old lady with those things in your hair." Bulma began to walk away, but when he said this she growled.
"Old woman, eh? Well, we'll see about that later. They're called curler you stupid ape. I hope your leg gets infected. Because when that happenes, with something that big stuck in there, we'll have to amputate your leg. That means no more right leg for Mr. Saiyan Prince." She smiled pleasingly. This annoyed Vegeta, so he just left. But stopped about ten feet away.
"Fix this rubbish. Fix it before noon. If it isn't done, I'll show you a real nightmare." He chuckled, then went on his way to train elsewhere.
"Bring on the nightmare then! I'm through with your stupid orders! What a disgrace you are to the race of saiyans. A big baby who whines whenever he doesn't get his way." She snapped loud enough to where he could hear.
She stormed off towards the house again and slammed the door behind her. "What a fucking prick." She muttered under her breath. Then she made her way upstairs and to her room. Opening the door she blinked at her radio that was on. 'Dirty Little Secret' was on. "Good song." She remarked. Sitting down at her dresser she examined the curlers and her face.
"So maybe the curlers make me look a bit older.. But certainly not an old woman." She murmured insults to herself of Vegeta as she began to take the curlers out. When she was finished, the thick locks bounced above her shoulders and shone in the light. "Cute, but not me." She took her hands and ran them through her hair, starting at the top of her forehead. When she was through, the curls loosened and fell back at her chest. "Much better.."
Placing foundation onto her face, along with other makeup supplies, she smiled and went to her dresser and pulled out her white Roxy bikini and quickly placed that over her thin, stunning frame. Examining herself in the full length mirror, she smiled and went to the closet to pull out her white shorts and the matching Roxy tank-top. Placing them on the bed she went to the bathrooom to go and brush her teeth. Humming along with the music, she brushed away.
Placing the toothbrush down, she got out the mouthwash and spun the liquid in her mouth around and around for thirty seconds. Spitting it out, she took in deep breaths, tasting the minty freshness. Walking back out and to her bed she looked at a picture of her and Yamcha.
Yamcha held her in his arms and Bulma had her right leg lifted in the air with her baby blue heels on. Her face was against Yamcha's, and her lips pressed against his cheek. "We were so happy. It's a shame." She placed it back down and looked out the window.
Her door busted open and she spun around quickly, with her hair flying up in their curls then spinning around in the same motion as her head movement. Blinking she looekd at the person who was at her door. "What do you want!" She shouted looking at him with a glare. "You're bleeding all over my floor, get your nasty ass outside and clean up!"
"Shut up." Vegeta remarked glaring at her. "Get this fucking thing out of my leg." He snapped at her. But Bulma smiled and walked to her bed where her clothing was.
"Yeah right, Mr. Macho. You said you could get it out yourself, so do it." She said smiling pleasantly as she slid her shorts over her bikini bottoms, then soon her tank top over her chest.
"Do it, woman. I can't feel my leg!" He scowled. She looked at him with the same pleased smile.
"Nah. I'm about to go out for a while. Looks liek you're going to have to do it yourself. There's tools downstairs, get the plyers and pull you skin back, then pull out the pipe. Simple as that." Bulma said calmly. "And if you can't feel it, it shouldn't hurt.. Much."
He plunged forward grasping her left arm with his right hand. "Get this shit out of my leg right now." He growled. Blinking and surprised to his actions, she sighed and frowned.
"Fine, all mighty one." Bulma said sarcastically. Vegeta roughly let go of her arm and grinned.
"Good. Now get to it!" He shoved her out the door and followed her down to the labratory. When they entered, Bulma turned left and pointed to the table.
"Lay down on there." She ordered as she pulled out a pair of rubber gloves. He did as he was told and looked at Bulma with a complaining expression.
"You aren't going to take this out of me are you?" He demanded. Bulma looked at him and grinned widely.
"Sure am." She replied, he looked at her and growled loudly.
"You'd better not mess up on purpose. Or I'll kill you for it." Bulma laughed softly and looked at him as she pulled off her white tank-top.
"Relax, lil baby. I won't mess up. I've done dozens of things like this." She replied as she got a surgical outfit and put it over her body. It hung down to her knees like a pajama dress. But the smile she had planted over her face, made Vegeta a bit uneasy.
"Just get this shit out of my leg." He ordered.
"Alright, alright. Shut up already." Miss Briefs snapped. She took a two centemeter needle and drew in some antibiotic medicine, along with a few other substances. Taking the shot, she looked at Vegeta with a smirk and lifted his arm. Puncturing the needle into his arm, she plunged the medicine into his vein. For about five minutes, Vegeta stayed awake, but then as the seconds went by, he fell into a deep sleep..
--Few hours later
"Wake up!" Bulma screamed into Vegeta's ear. A grunt escaped the warrior and he moved to the right a bit. Bulma growled and poured water onto him. He jolted up and wipped his eyes.
"What the hell was that f-" He looked at his leg. It was no longer there. The farthest his leg went was to his knee. He swallowed hard and looked at Bulma with furry. "My Leg! What the fuck did you do!" He shouted with rage.
"Heh.. I only wanted to get a bit of sweet 'ol revenge. Since you were a bitch to me, I thought that I'd pay you back." She smiled widely and looked at him with pleasure. Vegeta gulped and looked to the left and saw his leg on a small table. "Oh don't worry. Your leg will be observed and after that's done, we'll feed it to the animals. I'm sure they'll love it." Bulma began to laugh uncontrolably.
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"What? My leg!" The Prince bolted up in a sitting position. He saw that there was a bit of blood on the sheets and he tore the covers back and saw that his leg was still there. Vegeta calmed down for a moment and growled a bit. "Just a dream." He muttered.
Bulma poked her head around the corner and blinked. "About time you woke up. I've been done for an hour now." She said washing off the tools and her hands. "Don't worry, 'Sir' your leg is still there. I pulled out the pipe and threw it away. Then stitched you up." She said walking back to the bed where Vegeta laid. She sighned proudly and placed her hands onto her hips. "But you did toss and turn a bit."
She took off the sugical outfit that she was wearing, which was now covered in blood. She then placed her tank top back over her bathing suit and looked at him with a frown. Vegeta saw her looking at him and shot her a glare. "What are you looking at." He demanded.
"You really have no manners do you? I'm expecting a thanks. I could easily put you asleep againa nd take the leg off if you want." Miss Briefs said unhappy.
"Pfft, I'm not saying any thanks to someone like you." The Prince stood up and immediately sat back down at the pain that shot through his leg.
"Might want to rest for a bit. And let me ask you, why did you go and train in a broken chamber? You saiyans must not have any brains." She mocked crossing her arms over her chest.
"Shut up." Vegeta said standing again. He winced a bit and hobbled off out of the lab and in the house.
"What a dork." Bulma muttered and continued to clean up.
Later on that night, Vegeta was sitting in the living room, when Bulma came in through the front with Jerry and a few bags. "Oh no.." She whispered to Jerry. Jerry blinked and looked at the couch.
"Isn't that the man who can fly?" He questioned. Bulma nodded and sighed.
"Yeah, he's a real jerk too." She said quietly, hoping he wouldn't hear.
"I heard that, you idiot." Vegeta snapped, without taking his eyes off the T.v. "Didn't I tell you to fix that Chamber before noon?"
"Well, excuse me, Mr. Bossy, But I was stuck all afternoon fixing your leg because you decided to be stupid!" Bulma scowled. "Come on, Jerry." Bulma said pulling on his arm. "Sorry for you having to face this idiot."
The two made their way up to Bulma's room. Vegeta growled and spit after her. "Stupid baka, woman. She doesn't understand how to treat a Prince. I ought to take her to Xanger and drop her off there. She'll have a hell of a time. Haha.. Planet of the killers. She'd have fun running from them." The Prince thought this over and almost reconsidered it. "Giving her a real scare, that would be fun. No.. I should kidnnap her, take her to another planet. Have the people imprison her.." A wide grin came across his lips and he nodded while chuckling to himself as he got up and went to his room.
"Yeah, he's nothing but a big baby. always complains whenever he doesn't get what he wants." Bulma said from the closet. Jerry sat on her bed with his black wife beater and black shorts.
"He looks strong. I wouldn't want to mess with him." Jerry admitted. Bulma walked from the closet in her pajamas and nodded, but crossed her arms over her chest.
"Yeah, he is. But he's yet to hurt me.. At least real bad." Miss Briefs walked to the dresser and took out her hoop earings and set them on the earing holder. She walked over to the bed and sat down next to Jerry and laid her head onto his shoulder. "Oh well.. What do you want to do?" She said with a small smirk.
He caught a glimpse of this and arched his right brow and smiled back to her. "Well.. I don't know." He said in a whisper as his head moved in towards hers. Jerry paused for a moment, then closed his eyes, as wlel as Bulma, then pressed his lips firmly against her and gently lay her down on the bed..
-An hour later
Both Bulma and Jerry were asleep now. The door to Bulma's room creaked a bit and cracked open. A head peered in and looked around. The man was dressed in a black spandex suit. Looking over the two bodies in the bed, a small smile came over his lips and he quickly took out his blue and white bandana and covered Bulma's eyes gently and tied it in the back of her head.
Miss Briefs began to move a bit and she opened her eyes to see, but was blinded by the bandana. She thought it was really dark, but she noticed that it was a soft cloth being placed over her eyes. Quickly, the man scooped her up in his arms and quietly went out the door. Hurrying downstair, Bulma begin ot fight to get loose.
"Who are you? Let go of me!" She demanded. Walking to a ship, Vegeta lay her down on a chair and strapped her down tightly. "Let me go!" She repeated. But Vegeta didn't say a word. Instead he grinned widely and turned on the ship to set course.
"Course set. Please be seated when the ship takes off and put your seat belts on. We are now headed to planet Xanger." The computer said. The Prince buckled up and looked towards Bulma who sat there trying to get out of the ropes.
No.. My dream coming true again? But wait.. In a ship? What's going on?
The Briefs daughter growled furiously. She was able to get a wrist loose from the coils of rope, then toffled with the other ones. But Vegeta noticed this and shook his head as he un buckled himself and walked to Bulma to put her arm back in place.
"Who are you!" The blue eyed beauty demanded in rage. Her hair fell over her face and began to tickle her nose. She sneezed and flipped the curls out of her face. "What are you doing?" After a few minutes, she gave up. -I'll find out what's going on soon.- Lowering her head, her blue hair fell over her face and she closed her eyes listening for any movement, but nothing happened.
--Few hours later
The ship came to a rough stop. "Welcome to Planet Xanger." The computer said. Bulma felt someone's hands being placed on her arms, untying the ropes. But Vegeta kept the blind fold on. Grasping her arms, Vegeta led her outside and to a giant mansion like building. It was giant, dark and wasn't pleasing.
The palace isn't what you'd think. Big, beautiful with large white towers and flower fields with enormous mountains standing proudly in the background. Nah,you would imagine this place to be a giant haunted house. This palace was about the size of three giant mansions put together. The trim was brown as the rest of the coloring was deep black. The windows in the palace were cracked, well some of them. Tall dead pine trees slumped over inside the gates. The grass was dead, and crunchy everytime you took a step. Giant pitbulls the size of cows were on chains, and barking furiously at the intruders.
In they walked, Vegeta even felt a bit uncomfortable about the place, but persued on, knowing that Bulma wouldn't treat him like this anymore. Or so he thought. The Briefs daughter thrashed around in his grasp, and Vegeta growled at her, about to speak, but caught himself.
"Let me go!" She shouted at the top of her lungs. The Prince growled and turned her around to face him. His right arm sung back and thust forward colliding with her stomach. Bulma gasped and fell forward with her eyes tightly closed. Vegeta lifted her up, and put her over his right shoulder.
Looking at the two-story tall double doors, he looked at the giant dragon heads in the center of the door. Each had a gold ring looping in and out of their noses. The Saiyan Prince busted through the doors and looked around the dark Grand Hall. A giant chandelier hung in the center. The diamonds twirled in circles reflect the little light it could in some spots of the dusty room. But spider webs hung from diamond, to diamond, so it made the room look less pleasant.
Heading straight, Vegeta walked with the blacked out Bulma over his shoulder. "Erm.." He grunted as he walked passed a whole bunch of spider webs. Again, Vegeta came to another set of doors. He kicked the door open and saw a large factory/prison before him. This made him smile greatly. -I'll show you, baka.-
Inside, there were slavesmanaging work. Some pulling bags of sand, others churning water with sand, and the rest patting down the sand to have it harden in place to fix cracks and damages. There were some people who Vegeta saw where the slaves' arms were roped up on two wooden planks and being whipped across the chest and stomach by men in black masks. Blood drizzled down the slaves' chest and poured onto the ground.
Out of a window to the left, the sky was dark. What plant life that was alive, was drooped over, on the line of death. Giant fly eating plants were planted in the ground, as a few dinosaurs in which he'd never seen before walked by. Loud screams echoed through the room, as the whipping of belts, metal chains and leather whips collided with the flesh of the bare skin. -Sick place- Vegeta thought walking down the steps and towards the front room.
He stood in the middle of the room, looking around the rotted, and messy place. His strong frame stood tall as he peered at the slaves getting at work on their projects. An old man pushed Vegeta as he walked by, glancing at the Saiyan Prince as if hinting for help.
His once lively blue eyes were pale, black rings covered his eyelids as white whiskers began to grow from his chin and cheeks. Very little white hair sprouted up on his head, but in the middle, he was bald. Skinny arms were placed onto his thin body. It looked as if his arms couldn't handle holding up a bag of sand.
His stomach was so thin, that everyone of his ribs popped out into view. He wore a pair of dirty brown shorts, and walked around barefoot. His legs were thin as well, Vegeta couldn't figure how the man could stand up. As the Prince looked around, he saw the chamber and walked to the doors. Pushing them open, he saw cells. All filled with male slaves or criminals. Not a single female soul in there.
Vegeta spit on those who tried to grab him. On man clung to his foot begging Vegeta to release him. The Prince pulled his foot away and stomped on the hand, leaving the elder man to cry in pain. Vegeta saw a small office and started for it. On the inside, he saw a man in a chair with his back faced against the door.
Being the unpleasant person he is, Vegeta opened the door and looked at the man. "Hey you." He demanded. the man turned around, and at the sight of him, Vegeta gagged hard. He tried to maintain composure, but his pride fell and he looked away, with an insulting gag. The man just laughed and spoke in an old cracky voice.
"What can I do for you?" He asked quietly. Vegeta turned to face him again and frowned greatly. -Great, an old man.- He thought. The man was very large. Weighing at least three-hundred pounds. He was covered in body oil and grease, he obviously hasn't showered in ages. Pimples covered his face and neck, as well as his arms. When the man chuckled, his belly rose up and down like ocean waves. It actually made Vegeta queasy. The man was in a wife beater. but it was a medium sized one, so his belly hung out and over his shorts.
His right eye bulged out more then his left, and his lips were extremely large. His nose had a large mole at the tip, and it went out long and straight. -He looks like a witch..- The Prince thought, gagging again. "I was wondering.." Vegeta began as he looked at Bulma, making sure she was still knocked out, and she was. "If you could throw her in prison and give her a real scare. She needs to learn how to respect the Prince of Saiyans."
A small grin folded over his lips. "Well I suppose I could do that." The heavy weighted, deformed man stood up and walked over to Bulma, whom was asleep. Her blue curls fell across her face, as she lightly grunted from pain, then went on with light snore. Lip gloss plastered her lips, making them shine brightly in the light, as her hoop earings were still in place at her ears. "Yes.. I'll really give her a scare. A nice painfull one. How does that sound?" His crack old voice said grinning widely, showing his yellow rotted teeth.
"Anything that'll teach her how to respect me." The Prince snapped at him. But Vegeta backed up when he notice how close the man was to him.
"By the way.. My name's Chuck. What is yours? And this females?" He said looking at Bulma's back intently.
"I'm Vegeta, Prince of the Saiyan Race. This little baka here.. I think is reffered to as Bulma." Vegeta said looking over his shoulder and at her.
"I see. not many saiyans left, after Frieza destroyed the planet, eh? This Bulma will be just fine with me. You may take your leave now." He reached his large greasy hands out to pick Bulma up from Vegeta's shoulder.
But the Prince moved backwards. "Hold on a minute, I want to watch this." He said, snearing at the man.
"Very well. I don't know if you'll take interest to this though." Vegeta roughly dropped Bulma into the mans arms and followed him into the following room. Miss Briefs laid asleep in the mans giant arms. He looked down at her, taking his nasty tongue and sliding them across his lips. "Yes.. This will be fun." He remarked. Vegeta heard this and snorted.
"What do you plan on doing? I don't mean for her to be hurt, although I despise the little human baka. But if she gets hurt or dies, then she won't be able to fix something I need her too. So if she dies, you and your planet will as well." Vegeta protested.
"Very well. We will not kill her." Chuck replied with the same wide, sick grin plastered across his deformed lips. As they entered the room, there was a bed, a bathroom and another bed. The bed on the right had chains built onto it. Aside it, was a few whips and weapons. Chuck threw Bulma on the bed, and she turned a bit to her right.
She sat up, noticing that she was on a bed that wasn't hers, and looked around; her eyesight still foggy. As she tried to sit up straight, a pain striked her stomach and she bent forward clutching onto her gut as hard as she could, as her eyes closed again. "Ugh.. Where am I?" She asked quietly, lifting her head a bit. She shifted all of her curly hair to the right and opened her right eye. As her gaze fell upon an unfamiliar figure, she opened her other blue eye and looked shocked. "Who are you." Miss Briefs demanded.
"Haha.. I am Chuck. And I was told that you needed some discipline because of your behavior. I would advise that you respect the Prince of Saiyans more often." His grin grew. Bulma, still shocked at where she was, looked over towards the door and sure enough, stood Vegeta. his arms folded over his chest, his head somewhat down and his back leaning against the door frame. "I think I'll have some fun with you.." Chuck remarked unbuttoning his shorts.
Bulma caught on to what was planned and looked at Vegeta with her pleading crystal blue eyes. She saw a smirk fold over his lips as he stood there to watch. "Vegeta, help me!" She shouted with her tears filling her eyes. She knew that this Chuck man was ugly, creepy and crazily mad. She didn't want this to happen. The Prince shook his head and watched, pleasingly.
The blue eyed beauty repeated her words with a tear streaking donw her left eye and down her cheek. "You will learn how to respect me." He said firmly, his smirk fading. "You will not make me a fool of." The saiyan warrior took a seat in a chair and watched. But he didn't catch on to what was happening. He thought she was going to be smacked then led into a cell.
"Please.." Bulma said trying to fight the small crystal like tears that drizzled down her face. "Please, Vegeta.." She lowered her head. The Prince saw what Chuck was doing and made a disgusted face.
"it's for your best, you little baka." He said, then stood up and left the room. When Vegeta left, Bulma looked up at Chuck and glared at him through her sobbing tears.
"You ugly bastard, go to hell." But he just chuckled and looked at her picking up one of his leather whips.
"I like 'em bossy.." He said in his hillbilly voice. "You'll enjoy this, it may be a bit painful, but the Prince said not to kill you. He never said anything about serverily beating you. Or taking you captive as a wife." Chuck laughed again, and his belly bounced up and down like jello. He slid his shorts down, and Bulma was forced onto the bed. Chuck pinned her down, although he got smacked in the face a few times and got the chains to fold around her wrists and ankles.
"Please! No!" Bulma yelled, but Chuck whipped her across the stomach, tearing the clothing as well as a bit of her flesh. Vegeta, as he walked down the hall, could hear the screaming go on in the background. He smiled and continued on his way. -This will teach you, little baka..-
The Prince made his way out, and into the partially living garden. A few large fly eating plants snapped at him, but he used a ki blast to fire them up. He saw a green algae looking pond and a mossy stone next to it. He walked to the stone and sat atop it, still hearing the woman's cries as she pleaded for help. "Heh.. You'll learn sooner or later.." Closing his eyes, a smirk came to his lips again as his pride greeted him.
But without his notice, someone or something was lurking behind him. There was so much movement going around the garden area form the dinosaurs and plants, that he didn't notice something creeping up on him. Suddenly, he was tackled by three heavy men. "Tie him up!" One said, and they did.
"You! Bash him over the head!" The other obediently did so. He took a large pipe and rammed it into the Prince's forehead. But Vegeta barely budged from that attack. He broke though the ropes and launched both of his fists into two of the attackers. Then his left knee collided with the leaders stomach. They all fell down and Vegeta growled, infuriated.
"What is the meaning of this!" He demanded. More of the oncomers came from bushes, and such. All old, starving looking men.
"Kill him!" They began to chant. Carrying sicles and pipes, they moved in on Vegeta.
"Don't be stupid! I am the Prince of saiyans! And I will demolish you all form this existanc-" He was cut off by a sudden shot going into his back. The needle plunged deeper into his spine, then fluid ran into his system making him sleepy. Trying to fight it, Vegeta stood up straight with a frown and nailed the person behind him in the head. "You.. Idiots.." He began to speak. But Vegeta was growing more tired by the second. Soon, his eyes shut and he bakced up against a tree, sleeping soundly.
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A/n: Whoa.. It's funny how you make up things as you go. Poor Bulma, being raped by a fat ugly deformed man. Sometimes I wonder where I get these ideas from.( Anyways, go on to Chapter three to see the next part of the story.