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A/N – Thank you to everyone who has been reviewing and encouraging me to take this fic to new and uncomfortable territory!

Chapter 3: Tormentor

Bulma lay on her back in the tiny room, shifting her weight on the horribly uncomfortable mattress and glowered at the ceiling while she planned her escape. There had to be some way out of this situation, she couldn't imagine spending her life as a Slave. Even her life on Earth, which she had so often complained about and wished she could change, as a pleasant dream compared to this. So she lay there quietly and thought of ways to escape.

And make no mistake - she would escape.

Bulma's nails dug into the mattress as she clenched her fists, sick of the unrelenting whiteness of the room. It was like being in a hospital only even less colourful and more depressing. If only she wasn't chained to the bed; then she would have no problem getting out. Why, she'd unscrew the ventilation vents above her head and get out that way, or she'd pick the lock of her door with the pins in her hair. There were a hundred ways she could escape if she wasn't shackled down by the chain and the collar.

She saw movement from the corner of her eye and several saiyan faces appeared at the plexiglass window, but she pointedly ignored them and stared at the ceiling with a sour expression on her face. Through the sound proof door she couldn't hear what the saiyan slave trader was saying about her…and part of Bulma was glad that she couldn't. Then again it would have been nice to know exactly what his sales pitch for her was. Maybe he was describing her as an exotic beauty from earth with full pouting lips, long blue hair, high rounded breasts and a fiery temperament.

Or maybe he was saying that she was a bad tempered mule who wasn't worth the effort…

Bulma scowled to herself; he was probably making up something about her performance in bed. She scowled harder; if one of those primitive monkeys so much as laid a finger on her she'd give them one performance they'd never forget. It didn't matter if she died as long as she died fighting them. She hated the saiyans so much…so very, very much. Her hatred was an all-consuming fire that seemed to burn relentlessly inside of her.

The door to her cell opened and three saiyans entered, although others seemed to be waiting out in the hall and through her eyelashes Bulma thought she caught the flashes of several other slaves dressed in white. Poor devils. If she was unlucky she'd be joining them, or maybe staying here was unluckier still. It was hard to decide if the boring white room was worse than being sold to a filthy saiyan. Either way she was fucked. Bulma smiled a thin-lipped smile at the slave trader as the sarcastic thought crossed her mind, and then flashed a much brighter but obviously fake smile when he gave her a warning glare that Bulma interpreted as: If you make trouble I will kill you.

The Slave trader made a great show of presenting Bulma to them, and within moments Bulma made the discovery that the saiyans standing before her were none other than King Vegeta and his son Prince Vegeta. She'd often heard the saiyans on Earth referring to their Kind and his son, and she'd always pictured Vegeta as a boy, but the dark eyes man who was watching her quietly was certainly no boy. It was difficult to tell with saiyans as they aged much slower than humans, but Bulma guessed he was in his late twenties or early thirties.

Well, at least I'm being trotted out for the crème de le crème of saiyans and not just for any old low level solider!

"Stand up, woman!" The saiyan slave trader barked at her, tearing her from her thoughts with his sharp, gravelly voice. His finger hovered over the control for her collar and Bulma ignored him and stared at the ceiling. She wasn't going to bend to his will just because he asked her to, she wasn't a whimpering coward like some of the girls she'd seen shivering in the corners of their room and she didn't care how much he hurt her. She'd take the pain if it meant humiliating him!

"I said stand up!" The guard snapped at her again, and when Bulma continued to ignore him he pressed the red button on the control for her collar. Immediately Bulma screamed as red-hot pain washed over her in waves, the needle-like stings causing her to almost double in over in pain. With an effort Bulma didn't know she possessed she shut her mouth and curled into a ball, swallowing her screams and doing her best to ignore the excruciating pain that raced through her veins like battery acid.

I will be strong!

"That's enough." The voice was cultured and belonged to the taller of the two saiyans who had accompanied the slave trader in. The collar was immediately shut off and Bulma uncurled from her ball, her eyes flashing bloody murder at the guard as she gritted her teeth and restrained from trying to hit him or worse. Not that she would have gotten far with the manacle chaining her to the bed, but it was the thought that counted. She glanced at the saiyans royals, trembling with rage and humiliation as they both watched her with interest, as though this were nothing more than an entertaining show.

"You've made her mad; look at her eyes!" The King spoke again, his emotionless dark eyes watching Bulma with an almost clinical detachment.

King Vegeta had a predominant widow's peak and his hair, which was a chestnut brown colour, swept upwards like a flame. His eyes were the same ebony as all saiyan eyes and his body was thickly muscled under the royal armour he wore. His eyes swept up her body and for a moment they met hers, then Bulma glanced away, swallowing the lump in her throat. His eyes were the eyes of a soulless beast; eyes that she had stared into many times over the years as she'd been beaten in the street, ridiculed or forced to watch as others were executed in front of her.

"So, the woman can withstand pain. How interesting." The prince spoke up and Bulma turned her gave on him, shivering as he met her gaze with a stare that scared her for reasons she didn't understand.

He was shorter than his father and, surprisingly to Bulma, his voice sounded completely different; it was rough and had a deeper accent then his sires. His hair was black, his skin a little paler and his body was scarred and battle worn, as though he'd actually seen combat and had been wounded. He was watching her eyes that clearly interested and they swept down her body and back up again, hesitating over her long thighs and breasts before they returned to her face.

"Didn't any one ever tell you that it's rude to stare?" Bulma snapped angrily and glared at the prince as she tugged on the hem of her dress, struggling to hold onto even a shred of her dignity as his eyes swept down her body again.

"Actually no, but people usually only tell me what I want to hear." Prince Vegeta seemed amused that she'd dared to speak to him, and he smirked back at her and raised an eyebrow at her efforts to shield her legs from his gaze. "You were right Claudius, this one does have a fiery temperament."

Bulma snorted in amusement as Vegeta unknowingly uttered the exact same words that she had used to describe herself only minutes before. She couldn't help but feel revulsion at the look in his eyes, as though she was nothing more than a piece of meat for him to devour. She'd never liked when men ogled her and this felt no different; prince or not he was making her flesh crawl with the way he was staring at her.

Abruptly the king strode forward and looked Bulma motioned for her to stand up. "Stand up, female!"

Bulma slowly stood, despite her bravado she was terrified of what they would do to her next, so she stood there and hoped for the best while he poked and prodded at her body as though checking a pedigree racing horse. She was trembling in fear but she didn't dare say or do anything else to in case they activated the collar again. It wasn't that she minded the pain, pain she could take, it was just that she didn't want to be reduced to a shivering, pathetic heap before the two sadistic saiyan royals in front of her.

Bulma gasped when the king leaned close and looked at her eyes and hair, frowning slightly as he twisted a lock of her hair in his hand and then grasped her head to look into her eyes. It was so intrusive to have him touching her that she automatically tried to pull away from him. But his grasp was like a steel and he feeble attempts to pull away did nothing but amuse him.

"Do you want to check my teeth?" Bulma asked facetiously, finally losing her temper, and almost shrieked when the king took her face in his hands and did just that. Finally, he released her she flashed him the kind of look that an angry kitten gives a human who ruffles its fur.

"Well, is she to your satisfaction?" Claudius was feigning boredom and Bulma could tell he had sensed an impending sale and was excited.

"Well, Vegeta? If we get her, she'll be yours. Do you want her or not?" The king addressed his son, crossing his arms as though bored already. "I have no need for another concubine at the moment, even one as tempting as this." The king's voice was dripping with lust and his eyes darted back to hers.

Bulma looked away again and pinched her lips together to stop herself from screaming at him. She hated saiyans and was repulsed by them and their disgusting habits! The Prince looked Bulma up and down and strode forward; he looked into her eyes as though searching for something. For the briefest of seconds, while she stared into his eyes properly for the first time, Bulma experienced a sharp stab of fear unlike anything she'd felt before.

"Yes, I'll take her." His gloved hand briefly touched her face and Bulma shied back, her eyes wild.

She glared at Prince Vegeta as she tried to hide her fear and tried to calm her heart as it thundered in her chest with fear; there had been something in his eyes when he'd looked at her. Something inhuman and monstrous had been flittering behind his eyes and it had scared the hell out of her. She didn't know what it was, but she didn't want to belong to anyone who had eyes like that.

Claudius handed the control to the prince and then moved to undo the manacle chaining Bulma to the bed. "I'm sure she'll please you, my Lord."

"She'd better." The Prince looked at her again and Bulma felt that animal presence staring at her from behind his eyes again. She shivered and forced herself to look straight ahead.

This couldn't be happening to her…

Vegeta felt the woman's eyes burning into his back as he walked from the space station to their ship and smirked to himself. She really was a wild creature; very undisciplined and very, very rude. Well, he'd soon teach her that no woman talked to Prince Vegeta in such a manner. The prince unconsciously made a fist and ground his teeth. He would teach her a lesson, but he wouldn't break her too soon. Beauty's such as she were getting harder and harder to come by and destroying her would be a great waste. No, he would play with her for a while before he disposed of this one.

He would enjoy breaking her.

Vegeta knew that she would please him; he felt it in every inch of his body that she would bring him pleasure like no other, but the attraction was more than that. When he had looked into her eyes and felt the power of the Oozaroo slide through his own eyes the woman had not flinched like most human females did when they saw the beast inside of him, she had only stepped back when he had touched her. This blue haired woman feared him, he could smell it, but she didn't fear him like the others did.

Her fear came from hatred.

He'd have fun with he; that much was clear. The feisty ones were always the most fun in bed. They would usually struggle for far longer than placid slaves would. Oh yes, the more they hated him the better it was. He loved to have his women desperate for freedom, loved to force them into submission and loved to break them. This woman was going to be fun indeed, especially as it was her anger that what had attracted him to her.

Vegeta halted outside of his personal chambers in the ship and glared at his usual entourage of servants and guards as they scrambled to a stop near him. Two of his personal guards were holding the woman between them and, just as he'd guessed, she didn't look happy at all. Vegeta jerked his head in the direction of his room and the two guards holding the blue haired woman opened the door and all but threw her in, exchanging looks when the woman stared up at them with pleadingly wide blue eyes and then both guards burst into laughter.

"You're all dismissed." Vegeta growled at them all and then slipped in the door, locking it behind him. Slowly, he turned around and took in the shape of the woman as she climbed to her feet and glared at him with a fierce look.

"You can't do this to me." She told him as she crossed her arms over her ample chest and bared perfectly white teeth at him.

"Do what?" Vegeta casually pulled of his gloves and tossed them aside as he studied the woman more closely. She was young, perhaps in her late teens but no older than nineteen in human years at best. She had azure blue eyes which were wide with fear, red lips that were beautifully shaped and long blue hair that was pinned above her head.

She was a perfect example of why he was glad they'd conquered Earth.

"Do you want to know what happened to all my other whores?" Vegeta smirked as the woman shook her head and took a step back as he advanced towards her. "I killed them all because none of them could please me." He reached out and caught her to him, ignoring her little cry of fear. "Do you think you will please me, woman?"

"Let me go!" Her voice shook with terror and a wave of lust rolled over Vegeta as he caught the tangy scent of fear.

This was what he wanted - to be feared.

"You didn't answer my question." Vegeta let his breath fall on her neck and allowed his tail to sweep along the length of her body. "If you please me, you will live. If you don't however…" Vegeta let the threat hang in the air as he licked her neck; tasting her scent and rolling it round in her mouth. The woman was silent for a moment then took a shuddering breath.

"This isn't fair." Her voice was barely a whisper but Vegeta heard it none-the-less and smiled to himself at the desolation in her tone.

"Life rarely is fair." He carefully bit the side of her neck and slowly ran his hands down her body until they reached her waist. Then he bunched the material up in his hands and with a violent jerk he tore the dress in two. The woman sprung away from him as if burnt, wearing only flimsy panties and panting with terror as she tried to cover herself up.

"No!" She gasped and held a hand up as if to keep him at bay.

"What's wrong? You're not scared of me are you?" Vegeta asked sarcastically, smirking as he unclipped his armour, his tail lashing back and forth as he dropped his chest plate to the floor and then dropped into a crouch himself, his eyes narrowed to predatory slits as he waited for the woman to run.

She backed away, one arm covering her breasts, the other one still held out as if to forestall him. The prince growled again and then leapt, easily bounding over the woman and blocking her escape. She screamed and bolted in the other direction but Vegeta was ready for her and with feline like grace he tackle her to the floor, pinning her arms above her head and eating her scream with a kiss.

The woman squirmed under him but Vegeta's strength was far superior and escape was beyond her reach. He pulled back and looked into her eyes, his head tilted slightly as he considered his new toy. She was so beautiful it was breath taking, and she was responding to him just the way he liked his women to; with fear. Still, the woman was slightly more terrified than his woman usually were, and she did look young; perhaps too young…

"How old are you?" He asked, curious as to what her real age was. The trader had been careful to omit that small detail about her.

"Eighteen." Her voice was a frightened squeak and he could feel her body trembling beneath his.

"Eighteen." Vegeta seemed to consider this, and then something else dawned on him, something that made him smile in a disconcertingly predatory way. "You have fucked a man before, haven't you?"

She started to shake her head and then stopped. "The slave traders who captured me, they…"

The woman trailed off and Vegeta raised an eyebrow, sadistically enjoying her discomfort. "They what, woman?"

"They raped me." The words fell from her mouth like stones and even the woman flinched as she said them.

Vegeta looked down at her a while longer and then smirked. "It doesn't really matter to me, I was just curious as to why you were so terrified."

"You're a scary person." Her voice shook and Vegeta chuckled.

"Am I?" He leaned closer and bit her neck again, his time hard enough to leave teeth marks in her neck.

"You're also sadistic and evil." Bulma made a concentrated effort to sound stronger, but Vegeta wasn't fooled.

"Probably." Vegeta ran a hand down her body and squeezed her thigh. "You'll get used to me though." Vegeta picked the woman and carried her over to the bed, once again ignoring the woman's frantic struggles to free herself. "Keep fighting woman, I like it when you fight me." Vegeta hungrily kissed her again and pulled off his training suit. "I have a feeling you going to keep me very satisfied."

Bulma's eyes widened as he undressed and then began to approach her, his smirk widening to a grin as he saw her fear…

A/N – The chapter is going to be a bondagey lemon. Hooray.