Behind Palace Walls ch 3
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The auditorium was packed with Saijins, seats seeming non-existent as they stood eagerly waiting for an opportunity to buy a prize.
There weren't words to describe how fired up Saijins got at the thought alone of owning a pleasure slave. The practice had been around for centuries, and had started with female Saijins. But when they became stronger, and evolved for other uses like mating and childbearing, Saijins began searching elsewhere for quick sex.
It started with stragglers, stumbling upon Planet Vegeta looking for fuel and shelter. Hungry Saijin men would capture weaker opponents and take advantage of them, doing what they pleased until they grew bored and their victims were dead.
They then moved on to targets of planet conquests. When over-taking and conquering foreign planets or even pirate ships, the Saijins would rape and torture women, bringing a few survivors along and using them repeatedly until they died as well.
From there it evolved into what it is now. Full on kidnapping, selling and trading. Freeza could be thanked for that.
When Freeza started using the Saijin race as his dirty laborers, they began to get a feel of the variety of different planets and races, and which planets had which resources. Inhalation became selective and exploitation became popular. They discovered that Earthlings were far more appealing than any of the other aliens they had picked up and they were intelligent too. Far to weak to pose any threat to planet Vegeta, stealing scientists and women became all too familiar and proved to be useful and satisfying to both the Saijin race and Planet Vegeta's black market.
The quest for concubines was never-ending, just like a Saijin's quest for blood. They were bloodthirsty and, when the moon was full, sex hungry animals, and there was almost no controlling themselves when a beautiful woman was around.
Harassment, rape and trafficking weren't uncommon words in their language. Other than physical strength or legal ownership, the only thing that could save a woman from being chastised was being mated. The tainted scar on her neck and the unique smell of her mate's proclaiming was a message to the world that if touched by another, death wasn't far behind.
But the audience that awaited anxiously in the auditorium had no trace of mating on their minds.
All they could think about were women. Beautiful women; who would soon be theirs and would squirm below them as they did what they did best, which was take control.
The auction started with a few "used" concubines, who'd been seen before and re-dolled in new make-up and new outfits appearing to be fixed from their previous owners. They were traded for money or for other used slaves by owners and planet visitors. And it was sick how they just accepted it and moved on; not uttering a word or peep as they were handed from one man to the next.
They looked, pale, gray and lifeless, dragging across the stage, to and from slave traders who handled them nothing but aggressively. But they seemed used to it.
Bulma watched from backstage and her heart was pounding; it hasn't stopped pounding since she entered the room. She could see the auditorium from her place in line and it was overwhelming how many Saijins were in the room.
The trade off seemed to be over and the audience was growing excited again when the announcer began his introduction to new meat.
The Saijins cheered, hollered and roared and before she knew what was happening, Bulma's line was being led towards the front.
"I have to get out of here," she thought.
She looked around desperately for a chance to break for it but there was nothing. Guards were everywhere, blocking the doors and watching the girls, and her only way out, was out there.
The first girl was forced onto stage and the announcer made his first price.
"Earthling, age: 23, height: Five feet and five inches, weight: One hundred and thirty. Asking price, one-hundred gems."
Tear strolled down her cheeks and the girl lowered her head in shame when the first number went up.
"One-hundred on number forty-five. One fifty?"
"One fifty!"
"One fifty on sixty-two. Two hundred."
"Two hundred!"
"Two hundred on forty-one—"
"Three-hundred"
"Three-hundred on one-o-one. Three fifty?……Three fifty?…..Three hundred going once…going twice…sold! Sold for three hundred to one-o-one."
The girl's head shot up to the auctioneer, then to her new owner, and a look of horror flashed on her face. Whatever relaxation she had from the "spa" that day vanished when she realized what just really happened here. As easy as one, two, three, she was sold.
A Pair of Saijins grabbed her by the arms and guided her back towards the stage, where she was to be held until her "buyer" came to retrieve her.
Bulma was astounded. She couldn't believe how she was purchased just like an old car or antique furniture. They weren't kidding when they said this was an actual auction.
Her anxiousness increased. She couldn't allow herself to be sold to these animals before her. She looked around and they looked mean. They looked tough, strong and angry, and there was no doubt that they'd use these girls until they couldn't be used anymore and dump them before the next auction was held.
Bulma could feel another panic attack coming on.
"Hey"
Looking around, her eyes met Eighteen's, who was now turned around to face her. She forgot that Eighteen had been with her this entire time and she was too panicked to use her companion for comfort, like they had done on the ship.
"Bulma, don't do anything stupid."
She watched as the next girl was just sold for a thousand gems, then guided back stage.
Don't do anything stupid? If only it was so simple. She couldn't allow this; she couldn't allow herself to be sold. She needed to come up with a plan and come up with it fast. If she didn't get out of here she was going to die for sure.
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Vegeta watched from his booth bored.
These girls were hideous and weak and neither his scouter nor himself could pick up any trace of a ki. How could these men possibly find weak females attractive?
Snorting to himself, he watched as another girl was just sold for five thousand gems. Girl after girl, the prices seemed to increase but their strength remained the same.
He grunted.
"I wouldn't have paid more than five gems for her"
Deciding to make use of his time and turn this into a game, Vegeta began listing prices of the girls sold, far below the running price the Saijins were offering. He found it quite amusing and it did pass the time. He even had to hold back a laugh when a girl came out resembling Trish.
Looking toward his father, he was still smoking, and a glass of wine seemed to wonder in his hand.
Vegeta wondered about his father sometimes…actually he wondered about his father all the time. He was a cruel, sick man, a bastard even; both of them were. But here he was with a good woman by his side; a strong and doting mate, Vegeta's mother Valerie. And he threw it all away for cheap women and hard liquor.
He didn't understand why. From what he gathered his father still loved his mother very much. They were still affectionate, and coupled often (the Prince had tried frequently to drown the sounds out his sensitive ears), and Valerie still attended every social event with her arm laced lovingly around her mate and a smile on her face. But his father exploited the fact that it was common for a King to keep concubines around. He didn't have to but it wasn't unheard of and no one thought twice about it.
No one but Valerie. Who would cry endless nights alone until she fell asleep.
Another sound Vegeta wished he could drown out his ears.
The Prince snapped out of his thoughts when he saw his father's marker go up and he looked toward the stage.
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"Eighteen no!"
There was nothing Bulma could do to stop it. Eighteen was next in line and she was guided away from Bulma and onto the stage, awaiting her fate.
She wanted to run on stage and snatch her back as she watched her friend go. It was like watching her parents go, when she thought about them on the big screen at graduation.
Catcalls and whistles filled the room when the sultry blonde came into view and her skintight red dress was springing tails and well….other appendages.
"Earthling, age: eighteen, height: five feet and five inches, weight: one-hundred and twenty. Asking price, five thousand gems"
Bulma gasped. Shit, the asking price was high. From backstage she crossed her fingers and murmured to herself, praying the Saijin's pockets were running low.
"Please don't buy her, please don't buy her, please don't buy her, please don't buy her"
"Five thousand"
"No!"
"Five thousand on number three, do I have five-five?" the auctioneer asked.
"Six thousand"
"Six thousand on number ten, do I have—"
"Seven thousand"
"Seven thousand, do I have eight?"
"Nine thousand"
"Nine thousand! Nine thousand gems on number twelve. Do I have ten? Ten thousand gems gentleman."
And that's when the King's marker went up.
The auctioneer smirked, and he knew she was going to be a hot buy. The blonde vixen was seemingly perfect; and she was young fresh blood too.
"Royal bidding, gentleman." He announced, and the room made a group wide groan, some of the men even slammed their markers on the floor. A Royal bidding meant that the game was over, the King would get what he wanted, no questions asked. "We have a Royal bidding, ten thousand gems, sold."
"No!" Bulma yelled, and she had to clamp her own hand over her mouth to defer any attention.
There goes her friend, gone like a red-hot car, and sold to the King no less.
Eighteen accepted her fate much more quietly than the other girls did and she followed the guards offstage without a fight, but inside she was burning with hatred, fright and sadness. Who knew what would become of her with the King, and if she'd be alive by morning.
Just as she reached the last step, she turned to face Bulma and a soft tear ran down her eye while she mouthed a "good-bye".
It was a brutal stab, right to Bulma's heart.
Without thinking she revved herself up to chase after Eighteen. She was not going to loose her friend, she was all she had on this God-awful planet. But a pair of hands, one on each side, prevented her from doing so and with one foot guiding the other, she was being led onstage.
"Fuck I'm next!"
"Gentleman the last bid of the evening. Earthling, age: eighteen, height: five feet and three inches, weight: one hundred and twelve pounds, asking price……….." he paused when he turned from his list to look at the girl. "Holy shit." Not even the auctioneer could hold that in.
Silence fell into the room when she walked onto the stage and into the light. No one had ever seen anything so beautiful.
She was the pinnacle of everything a Saijin wanted in a concubine. Or hell everything they wanted in a woman. Flawless porcelain skin, soft facial features, ample curves and a dashing figure, she was absolutely perfect.
But blue hair? And those striking blue eyes. Now that was a true rarity if not a priceless one and it was almost a shame she was being sold as a pleasure slave.
Almost.
"Hell, seems like I should have saved my money" The King whispered with a chuckle and Vegeta tore his eyes from off stage to glance at his father before looking back.
He couldn't stop gazing at her; he was just as bad as the others but by Kami was she beautiful. He had never seen anything so gorgeous in his life.
She look frightened and scared, her innocent eyes dashed back and forth frantically across the room. He wished those eyes were looking at him. He wished those sparkling blue orbs were gazing into his onyx pools and he wished he could…..
"Arggg! Get a hold of yourself Vegeta! This is absurd! She's a concubine! She's a fucking concubine! She's probably fucked around a thousand times before! Just like Trish! This is madness!"
But innocent eyes like those couldn't have fucked around before. She was too pure. Vegeta could smell the purity radiating off stage and into his booth and she smelled so sweet. Everything about her was perfect.
"I uh…eh-hem" the announcer cleared his throat to stop the now awkward silence in the auditorium. "Ehhhm, asking price" he resumed his normal demeanor. "Seven thousand gems."
"Eight thousand!" Bulma's head snapped towards the front of the audience at her first bidder. Panic filled her still thumping heart as she got a look at number-fucking-one in the front row; her torturer, who promised to by her.
"Shit"
"Nine thousand!" Another bidder raised.
Her eyes whipped in that direction and although seemingly less scary than the bear, she wouldn't be comfortable with that man either. She wouldn't be comfortable with anyone.
"Ten thousand gems!"
"Eleven thousand!" number one raised again and Bulma was deathly afraid now, her panic attack struggling to hold in.
"Eleven thousand gems!" the auctioneer struggled to keep up. "Do I hear twelve?"
"Thirteen thousand"
"Thirteen thousand! Gentleman thirteen thousand, do I hear thirteen-five?"
"Thirteen-five" number one was hot on her heels.
From the booth, Vegeta watched the creature on stage. She looked terrified as hungry Saijins clawed at her with feral eyes and fought with their petty money to claim her. This wasn't right. Such a woman didn't deserve this.
Not that any of them did but there was just something about her. Something about the blue-haired vixen that set her apart from the others. She was gorgeous no doubt, but she was different. Vegeta could sense it.
He had to do something about this. His hand clutched tightly at his marker, struggling with himself if he should raise it or not.
"Vegeta snap out of it! What the fuck are you going to do with a concubine anyway? You are not your father. You need a mate! You need a Saijin woman for God's sake if you're at least to have a woman. Leave this tramp alone"
"Seventeen thousand!"
"Seventeen thousand gentlemen—"
"Twenty thousand!!!"
The room went still again. Twenty thousand gems? That was probably the highest bid on a single concubine in auction history.
"Twenty-thousand!!" the auctioneer's excitement assured its truth. "Twenty-thousand gems gentlemen! We have a record breaker!"
"Dammit she's so beautiful. Fuck me, what the fuck! Vegeta just do it! Just raise your damn marker! Just bid on her and it'll be over, then you can figure it out!"
"Twenty thousand going once…."
Bulma's heart raced as number one smirked evilly in her direction. Please don't let this be happening.
"Twenty thousand going twice….."
"No! Don't…don't...don't!" Vegeta's marker snapped in half as he battled inwardly at himself and his father chuckled watching his son struggle.
"Such an indecisive little pain." The King thought to himself, sipping his wine and moving on to thoughts of his own bought prize.
Meanwhile Bulma's panic attack raged on internally and she was sweating under bright lights while quickly figuring out what to do. It was becoming harder and harder as the seconds marched on.
"Sold! For twenty thousand to number one!"
"Fuck"
"Gentleman, the highest bidding in concubine history, congratulations number one. She's all yours for twenty thousand gems!"
A round of applause wafted in the room despite the other Saijins grudge with the Elite who wound up topping out. The stunning blue beauty was quite the hot commodity and was worth every gem paid. Their claps were filled with jealousy.
Bulma's heart dropped to her toes when her worst fear came true. That ugly son-of-a-bitch had bought her and she'd be dead by morning for sure. She couldn't believe this was happening.
And then it struck her like lightning.
As the guards approached to lead her off stage, and the auctioneer was closing the auction, Bulma's brilliant plan sprung into her head. Well at least she hoped it was brilliant. Either it'd work, or she'd get killed, but if she were in the arms of number one tonight, she wouldn't see tomorrow anyway.
"That's it Bulma! Death! Death! Die dammit! Die!"
And so she did.
Crumpling to the floor, she allowed her panic attack to take over as she "fainted" and her body twisted into and inside-out spoon, sprawling her legs behind her back and her head facing back stage.
The audience released a group wide gasp and stood up to leer while scouters beeped noisily to detect any sudden death. Did she really just faint? It had been quite the memorable auction and she was a good buy; maybe her weak body couldn't take it.
Ignoring the sudden commotion in the room, the guards and "number one" jumped on the stage to help her. This was just fucking fabulous. If she died, number one would be pissed for weeks; and twenty thousand dollars poorer.
Bulma slanted one eye into a tiny slit, just far enough to see the door backstage was un-guarded, and inwardly she braced herself, and prepared for the worst.
"God please be with me. The Lord is my Shepard I shall not want…."
"Can we get a medic in here please!" the auctioneer ordered, and "number one" scowled at the thought of loosing his twenty thousand dollar prize.
"Hey you whore!" he shouted at her when he reached her side. He kneeled down and frowned, shaking her violently and failing to notice her shoes slip off, one of them gripping firmly into her hand.
"I paid a lot of money for you bitch! And I'm gonna' get what the fuck I paid for! You hear me? Don't go on playing—AARRRRRAHHHHHH!"
Bulma decided after today, if she made it, she was going to do a lot more thinking, but right now she didn't have time, she was fighting for her life and she was going out with a bang.
Lunging the shoe with all the force she had, she plunged the heel blindly at him, piercing it right through his ear and into his head, drawing him back from her and spurting blood onto her for head.
She was sickened by this. Her panic attacks and urge to vomit returned full throttle and she wanted to faint for real. She just stabbed a man. She's never stabbed anything in her life; not even the toads in her bio lab.
The heel of her platform pump had driven straight through the cartilage in his ear, and poked a hole right in the temple of his head, like a dart on a dartboard. It was disgusting.
But she didn't have time, she didn't have time to think and react because Saijin's we undoubtedly faster.
Not giving a stunned audience time to react either, Bulma slid between a fumbling guard's legs, who was trying to help number one with the shoe, before making a break for the unguarded door.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH! I'LL KILL YOU!!!"
Bursting through the doors, Bulma ran as fast as she could. She didn't know where she was running to but she ran. She ran and ran and ran and didn't stop; she had to find a way out.
Vaguely remembering the way she was brought in, she backtracked her way out the auditorium, and through the mazes of hallways into a large corridor. There she spotted a window framing the outdoors and she knew that a door couldn't be far behind so she sprinted in that direction.
She was barefoot, out of breath and her chest and face were flushed with adrenaline and panic but she wouldn't let that stop her. She kept on running as fast as she could until she reached the door.
People watched her run with curiosity, and a few stopped what they were doing to stare at her. They didn't know what she was running from or if they should stop her and it only worked to Bulma's advantage as she kept going.
There it was, outside! Once outside she'd be free, once outside she'd be—
Something suddenly grabbed her by her feet viciously, yanking her to the floor.
Not having anytime to respond to anything, Bulma came crashing down, busting her lip when coming into contact with the hard marble.
Her captor hauled her by the ankles and grabbed her hands, lacing them behind her back and pinning her to the floor with his weight.
"Not-uh-uh. Not so fast you little bitch."
Bulma screamed at the top of her lungs as she looked up to see the door right in front of her.
She couldn't believe it. She had come so close.
She screamed again and angry tears destroyed her already smeared make-up.
"Let me go! Let me go you fucker! Let me go!"
The guard chuckled and hauled her to her feet by her bound wrists.
"You're going to be in a lot of trouble."
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Meanwhile back in the auditorium, helplessly, a guard was shoved away from number one while he ripped the heel from his ear and smashed it on the ground. He snatched a towel being handed to him by one of his companions while the room was lit with furious commotion.
Two record-braking happenings in one auction. A concubine was sold for twenty thousand gems, and the concubine fought back.
Concubines fought all the time but normally with their buyers in their private rooms, never this publicly and never this violently. This was definitely a first; a concubine fighting her owner in an auction and using shoes for weapons at that.
This would be the talk of the kingdom for the next couple of days.
Meanwhile number one was livid while he waited for the guards to catch his concubine.
No one got away with hitting him; he was an elite warrior. For a worthless little concubine to try and stab him? To run away from him? When he got his hands on her, he was going to throttle her.
"Sir, the concubine has been caught" a guard who approached him confirmed, and he slammed his bloody towel to the ground.
"Good! When I get my fucking hands on that bitch! She's fucking dead! God dammed waste of twenty thousand is what she is! Fuck!"
And he stormed off stage.
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From his booth Vegeta watched the entire commotion breathlessly. Not even he could believe what was happening and he's seen a lot of crazy shit in his day.
He couldn't believe she stabbed him; that crazy little bitch stabbed him.
That crazy beautiful bitch stabbed him and Vegeta was stunned how fast she had gone to fearful, to fearless. She was definitely a spitfire.
"That bitch signed her own death wish" the King nodded his head in shame, putting out his cigar. "If my concubine ever thought to stab me," he huffed. "I'd kill her on the spot"
Vegeta stared at him mindlessly before looking back on stage. He watched the elite make a tirade and he recognized him from somewhere.
"Fuck" he cursed again.
It was Zarbon.
That fucking idiot had a track record with aggressiveness, especially with his concubines. And he was sure being stabbed in the ear did nothing to help him preserve the beauty he had just bought.
Cursing himself for not doing something before, Vegeta knew if he didn't act now, the beauty would be dead. And although generally he could care less, something about her made him want to prevent it from happening.
"I'll be back" he told his father, springing from his seat and tossing his marker to the floor.
"Leave her be Vegeta." The King cautioned. "I like your ears, you get them from me."
That wasn't funny.
Scowling at his father Vegeta marched from the booth and into the halls in search of the blue beauty.
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After being hog-tied and wrestled back to the depths of the building, Bulma was deposited in a strange holding cell, this one sterile, clean and brightly white, with fiberglass in place of bars.
It was unordinary and definitely creepy, but still having no time, Bulma couldn't think while she pounded as hard as she could on the guard's back, kicking, flailing and screaming with all her might.
Finally happy to get rid of her, he dumped her on the floor of the bright room, and pushed her hard to the ground when she shot up to run out again.
"Fucking bitch" he growled. Though her weak fists didn't hurt him, he was aggravated with her screaming and thrashing. His sensitive ears were throbbing now. "Just wait until Zarbon gets a hold of you." He smirked. "You'll be wishing you could scream again."
And he turned around to leave.
"No!"
With a swift SWOOSH, the automated fiberglass closed, and Bulma pounded on it for good measure.
"No! No! No! Let me out of here!" breathlessly she slid to the floor, leaning on the glass for support when she realized there was no way out; she was captured.
Struggling to catch her breath and holding back biting tears, she couldn't believe how her life had flipped out of control. She was sold for twenty thousand gems and her captor would be here any minute to finish her off.
Why was this happening to her?
She did what she should do; she did what she could do, she fought back. And still they managed suck her right back to square one.
She failed and now she was going to pay the price.
"There has to be a way out" she thought to herself and quickly stood up, looking around the room for a window or vent or floorboard or anything.
There was nothing. Nothing but a clean white room and bright white lights. A table sat in the middle of the room but it was mounted to the floor and there wasn't a chance in hell she could run it through the fiberglass.
She felt like she was in a psychiatric ward.
Looking outside the fiberglass, Bulma noticed there were other pods next to her and across the narrow hall. There, the other concubines who'd been bought and sold rested. They were waiting shamelessly until their buyers picked them up.
"This must be another holding cell where they……" she suddenly gasped, snapping out of her own thoughts.
"Eighteen!"
Leaning into the fiberglass again Bulma pounded on the clear encasement. "Eighteen!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, and banged on the casing harder. "Eighteen!" she shouted. "Eighteen! Eighteen! Eighteen!"
Maybe these pods were sound proof.
Just when she was about to bang again, in the pod diagonal from her, the blonde appeared sadly in front of her own fiberglass.
She looked like a caged animal. Hell, in so many words, she was a caged animal.
A small sad smile graced gently on Bulma's lips and a tear cascaded down her cheek. She reached out to touch the glass as if she could reach her friend.
"I told you not to do anything stupid" the blonde mouthed and Bulma chuckled cruelly to herself.
Even she felt that what she did was stupid, and had only hindered her chance of getting back home. She had no idea what she was thinking.
"I couldn't help—"
The blonde's eyes suddenly went wide halting Bulma's explanation and she gazed down the direction of the hallway.
Because Eighteen could see people as they approached before Bulma could, she craned her neck towards the flat surface to try and see what Eighteen was seeing until she gasped and leapt back, crashing into the table.
The glass slid open with another automated 'SWOOSH', and he stepped into the doorway with his burly body eating up the entire frame.
There he was; number-fucking-one. the bear, the nasty Saijin, her torturer and captor; Zarbon. And his face looked ready to kill.
Blood still spilled down his ear and he looked like he needed stitches badly but he didn't seem to care. He didn't care about anything but taking what was his and getting revenge.
Bulma was a dead woman.
Scrambling to find a slot she could run out of, Bulma's eyes darted back and forth frantically as he inched closer to her, the auctioneer appearing behind Zarbon with a clipboard in his hand.
Good! Maybe he could save her—
WHAP!
Zarbon backhanded her hard across the cheek and she stumbled backwards onto the table, blood drawn instantly in her mouth.
"You fucking bitch"
The force of the blow was powerful and it gave her an unsteady haze, but she could still hear the pounding of a fiberglass from across the hall and she knew it was Eighteen.
Unfortunately, no one could save her now.
"Zarbon, sir. You have to—"
"Piss off Edmit! I paid for this bitch and for fuck's sake, now she's gonna' pay! NOW!"
Bulma tried to get up but he hit her too hard. She was weak from lack of food, running and fighting, and she hadn't realized how drained she had been until now.
As luck would have it, she had no shot at scampering away.
"Zarbon—"
"I said get out!" he yelled, and pushed the weaker man out of the pod. "This bitch is mine"
Bulma coughed, spitting up the blood that collected in her mouth onto the sterile floor. She was woozy but still comprehensive, and she was determined to at least sit up and re-think her game plan.
There was still no time.
Zarbon was on top of her, faster than eyes could catch and he crushed her with his weight, forcing her to lie on her back on top of the table.
"You stupid slut!" he yelled and backhanded her again. Bulma was surprised her teeth were surviving through all this. "You don't fucking deserve to live until tomorrow morning. You're gonna die now bitch!"
Drawing a switchblade from his uniformed boot, Zarbon whipped the knife out its clothed cover and slammed it down onto Bulma's hand before she even had to chance to recognize it as a weapon.
Bulma's blue eyes shot wide open in pain and she screamed as high as her lungs could go.
The pounding of the fiberglass behind them got louder and increased rapidly….. or maybe that was her heart.
She could no longer determine what was blood, sweat, and tears anymore as pools of red collected around her left hand that was pierced all the way through and mounted onto the table.
She hollered and screamed and cried and blubbered with helpless pain, and Zarbon covered her mouth with his hand, grinding himself on top of her and nuzzling her neck painfully.
"And eye for an eye my pet" he chuckled evilly, and bit her cruelly on the neck before removing his hand briefly to drown her screams with a rough kiss.
When he returned it, Bulma kept wailing into his strong hold; she didn't know how to fight back anymore. She peaked over to her hand and cried harder when she saw the damage for herself. She could feel the energy draining from her body with the entire trauma of the situation and in her wound.
Zarbon continued to grind into her relentlessly, the only thing protecting what was left of her purity being the thin layer of clothes between them.
It was only a matter of seconds before those were gone too.
He kissed her forcefully again and his hand caressed her body brutally, squeezing too hard at her collarbone, breasts and waists, leaving bruises amongst the damage already done.
"Stop! Stopppp! Please stop!" It was desperate and muffled pleas for mercy but he wouldn't hear any of it and he continued his torture.
Hard hands worked down her waist and between her thighs, where his venomous fingers threatened dangerously close to her pure center.
Bulma shut her eyes tight, squeezing tears out the slits as she braced for the worst, it was all over now…..
But it never came.
She had to be dreaming. She was definitely dreaming.
Zarbon stopped.
He just upped and quit. Nothing was touching her anymore, nothing was inching into her panties, nothing was kissing her anymore, and the banging on the fiberglass had stopped too.
She was almost scared to look, afraid at what she might find but with tire, she did anyway and couldn't believe what she saw.
It was her knight in shining armor.
If she had one anyway.
She didn't know what or who he was but he was currently pounding Zarbon into a bloody pulp in the corner of the pod while the elite warrior cowered and kneeled under his mighty blows.
Bulma wanted to smile but she was falling weaker and weaker by the second.
Plus she didn't know how safe she was with this new character either; he could just be fighting to keep her for himself.
From what she could see he was dashingly handsome. It wasn't the time to be thinking about such things but half-conscious or not, Bulma knew a good-looking man when she saw one.
He was chiseled, even through his Saijin uniform, and from his for head to his ankles, everything dazzled in crafted perfection. The contours of his face were drawn to a scandalous scowl and his coal black hair defied gravity with heightening flames.
There was rage in his deep onyx orbs but beneath that was courage, bravery and nobility, and had he been wearing a steel armored suit; he'd definitely be a real knight in shining Armour.
"You pathetic fuck! Get on your knees! Bow to me!"
Zarbon coughed hazzardly, just like Bulma did and blood spluttered onto the floor but he managed to kneel on one knee and bow to his Prince anyway, lowering his head in honor.
"My Prince" he coughed and Vegeta grimaced at him.
He pushed him to the floor.
"You fucking disgust me you ingrate! This fucking animal behavior, what the hell is wrong with you! And you call yourself an Elite? You're fucking suspended for three terms! Now get out of my sight."
Looking up with a black eye and broken nose added to his already pierced ear, Zarbon looked unbelievably at his Prince.
Three terms?! He hadn't done anything wrong! This was his concubine and he was allowed to do as his pleased.
Vegeta's scowl deepened when he saw that look. If this fuck thought for one second he'd question his authority, he'd kill him without a second thought.
"I said get out of my sight!" he ordered loudly and the elite read the Prince's command loud and clear, staggering up and hobbling out of the room defeated.
Though livid with both the concubine and the Prince, there were no questions asked when a Royal command was made. Whether it was "get out of my sight" or "get me a towel", failure to comply could result in death. And when the Prince was angry, on top of an ever-present temper, he was not one to fuck around with.
Turning around now to face the tattered woman, Vegeta frowned when his scouter flashed warning signals in front of his eye.
"Great" he thought to himself. She was going to need some serious medical attention.
Bulma's heart thumped loudly in her ears as the prince neared her. Though he saved her life, she still feared the Saijin race and the tail wrapped around his waist assured he was no foreigner coming in to rescue her. He could have just preserved her long enough to rape and kill her himself.
He was silent and his face was unreadable as he ventured to her side and she studied him with tired caution.
It was difficult though. She was zooming in and out of consciousness and it was getting harder and harder for her to comprehend what was reality and what was….those purple dots, swirling in front of her eyes.
Without warning Vegeta ripped the switchblade from her and the table, pulling it right out of her hand like the Sorcerer and the Stone.
It was a clean cut but it still stung like a bitch and Bulma screamed only to have it caught in her throat and muffled, hissing and clenching through her gritted teeth.
She was even too tired to react with pain.
She hoped this man would help her with medical attention; otherwise his rescue efforts were pointless.
Scooping her up into his arms, Vegeta began to exit the room, and frowned hard at the crowd that had gathered to watch the scene.
The other girls in their pods stared horrifically and were mind-blown by the whole experience, while guard keepers and concubine workers, gawked on in awe.
"Who the hell pays these idiots?" The Prince thought, while he glared in the direction of the auctioneer.
He'd been pushed out of the room earlier by Zarbon and had been watching timidly the whole time.
"Fool"
"You, loudmouth!" he said, and the man scurried to his side, bowing respectively to his higher power.
"Yes your highness"
"I'll see too it you don't loose your disgusting job because of Zarbon's foolishness." He told him, and the auctioneer bowed again. "Triple what the fool paid, and you can expect the funds by this evening."
"Sir, thank you sir" he said. He wanted to kiss his feet. Not only for the money he refrained from loosing (Zarbon had yet to pay), but the riches he gained as well. He was cruel, but the Prince could be compassionate when he wanted to.
"And you" he continued, catching the attention of one of the guards.
"Sir"
"Tell Bardock to prepare one of the rejuvenation tanks, I'll be there in five. And send whatever worthless possessions this woman had with her to my room."
"Sir" the guard said again and left immediately to carry out his assignment.
Finally getting a chance to look at the blue beauty before him, Vegeta was unreadable again as he looked down on her.
She had gone completely unconscious now and she was bruised and busted badly….yet she still looked serene.
She was still breathtaking, and it was a miracle in it's own that he was touching her, that he was holding her. He couldn't describe the feeling it gave him to carry her and be her protector; even if it had been for a moment. He's never felt this way before with Trish; he's never felt this way with any woman before. And he didn't even know her name.
This was weird.
Sighing to himself Vegeta shook his head and began walking down the hallway.
"I hope you know what you've gotten yourself into"
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