OK, so I've finally managed to upload another chapter- some of you were probably giving up hope... sorry about that...
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Chapter Three:

Discovered

I had to restrain myself from gasping as I looked upon the new occupant of the room. Walking towards the bed, more beautiful to me now than he had ever been, was my prince.

*****

As the prince moved further towards me he began to remove his armour. Soon he was left in just his spandex suite. Now he began to peel the light material back from his skin. Slowly his chest began to show. I blushed- he was magnificent. Small scars could be found at every inch of his chest, though some were more prominent than others. Soon enough the spandex came to rest at his waist- leaving only his bottom half covered.

I rolled on to my back under the bed. There were so many words designed to fit a person's feelings- though I could find none to describe mine. A warmth had crept through my body, spreading from my toes to my cheeks- which turned an appropriate rosy colour in reply. Even though no one could see me, I felt… embarrassed.

These feelings were as foreign to me as I was to this planet- and that though scared me, but also made me somewhat excited. Excited, only because so many new emotions had been brought to my attention. Scared because it was the prince of all people was the one to bring out these rash feelings that resided within me.

Slowly I peeked out from my hiding place once more. An unexplained sense of disappointment washed over me as I found the prince was no longer standing- in all his glory- in front of me.

I looked round the room once more, hoping that he had just moved from his place in front of the bed.

The disappointment once again washed over me as I found he was no longer in the room.

With an air of reluctance I began to manoeuvre myself out of the small gap, which had become a kind of haven in the short time I had spent there.

Once on my feet I dusted myself down- not that I had needed to- everything in this magnificent room was so perfect. Not an inch of dust could be found anywhere.

Just as I was about to step towards the door the sound of newly running water met my ears. Curious I followed the almost musical sound towards a door to my right. Careful not to make a sound I slowly peered through the slight gap in the door.

The room was, from what I could see, exceedingly long, longer than I had expected it to be. It held the same gold-flecked marble floor as the corridor, though the blue drapes that had hung from the walls before had been replaced with simple white tiles.

These were the only aspects I could see though- the room was filled with so much steam I could hardly make them out. One thing did catch my attention. Attached to the far wall on my right, higher than my head, was a contraption similar to a tap, only this was much bigger and the water seemed to flow from it like rain.

Stupidly forgetting where I was I slowly pushed open the large oak door and stepped in the now barely visible room.

My heart began to accelerate in my chest, alerting me to something unknown. What struck me now was how silent everything had become- but I didn't realise until it was too late.

With surprising force I was pushed headfirst into the wall. A blinding pain began to sear on my forehead- spreading contagiously like wild fire across my head. A small drop of ruby blood fell to the floor by my feet. A strong hand started to tighten around the back of my neck holding me against the tiles, while another began to untie my makeshift slave dress.

I closed me eyes tightly wishing it would all end.

With a violent force I was hauled over a highly muscled shoulder. I clutched at my head- trying to ease the pounding as blood trickled through my fingers.

Suddenly I was dropped on to something soft, a large weight instantly followed, crushing my body nearly to breaking point.

Almost as quickly the weight was removed, seeming to totally disappear. I opened my eyes, a little confused- though glad the extra weight was gone.

I looked around- everything was a little blurred but I fought to clear my vision. To my surprise the room along with the prince came in to focus. He seemed to be almost pressed up against the wall opposite my position on the bed. His eyes never left mine, his expression almost… sorry.

I immediately realised what had happened- but I didn't feel disgusted; as I perhaps should have- I felt the uncontrollable urge to comfort him.

Slowly, with a newly found caution I let go of my head- ignoring the blood that refused to stop flowing there- and used both hands to shuffle myself to the edge of the bed. Once there I moved a hand to the back of my dress- checking that it would stay covering me when I stood, thankfully it was still partly fastened, a few solitary buttons remained closed.

I now held my breath and pushed myself up. Wobbling slightly as I fought for balance. His eyes never leaving mine kept the same emotions though he never moved an inch.

I looked back at him, holding his gaze; reluctant to look away for fear that I would never see it again. Taking a small, somewhat pathetic step, I began to limp over to him, gasping each time my foot hit the floor- I presumed I must have broken it. Finally, after what seemed like hours- but what was in reality only a few short minutes- I reached the man who had caused me so much pain, but also so much joy.

With a warm smile I placed a bloody hand on his cheek. He flinched away slightly but I just persisted to move my hand closer.

Suddenly my world, along with the beautiful man in front of me began to spin. I felt myself falling- but could do nothing to stop it.

The same strong arms as before, only gentler now, darted out to catch me. Slowly, with caution- as though not to hurt me- I was moved so that I was cradled against his chest. The last thing I saw was his beautifully deep eyes- and for the first time since I had left my home planet, I felt safe. Finally I stopped fighting and let the unconsciousness fall over my body.

*****

I knew I was awake, but I just couldn't open my eyes. It was strange- I was finding it hard to decide whether I couldn't physically open them or if I just… didn't want to. Oh well- it was meaningless anyway. I was so calm- I felt like I was floating- so warm, safe. I was finding it hard to focus on anything. The heat seemed to overpower my senses- making me forget anything that entered my mind.

With out warning I was pulled from my mindless state. A loud beep echoed- the sound almost muffled, though still harsh to my ears. Suddenly the warmth began to leave my body starting at my head and working down until not a trace was left to be found. A shiver rolled through my body making me shake uncontrollably.

Once again a beep sounded- my eyes shot open. My vision was slightly blurred- though I could make out small green lights.

As my vision cleared I began to notice people around me- though their bodies were slightly marred by what appeared to be glass.

I watched as a small man moved near to me. A gentle hand reached forward and pressed what looked like a button. Suddenly the glass wall in front of me began to rise to the ceiling

A flurry of noise now met my ears. A symphony of wiring and beeping entered the once soundless room. Many machines were placed around the edges of the small space- they looked like little space pods. Each had several small green lights and many confusing looking buttons. Some housed people- very naked people. Each had their eyes closed and seemed to be surrounded by green liquid. A small mask, which was connected by a long tube to the machine, covered their mouths.

I looked down. Like the other people I had a mask on my face. I lifted my arm to remove it but found that many small wires were restricting my movement. I followed them to their source until I came to a large box in front of me. Where the wires connected there were many more- exactly alike.

I looked back at my body. Not only was I covered in wires, but I was also completely naked. I attempted to cover myself but my efforts were futile- the wires made sure of that.

I slowly lifted my gaze to the man in front of me. I could feel the heated blush creeping up my cheeks. Seeing this the man turned and walked over to a line of hangers against the wall. From one he removed a deep blue robe, and then walked slowly back to me- keeping his eyes on the floor as he went. A little faster now he moved into the tank next to me and began to remove the wires. Slowly I began to regain movement in my body.

Once all the wires were removed he handed me the robe.

"Thank you" I murmured, slipping it on quickly, eager to cover my body.

"Quite alright dear" he said, still not looking at me.

"Where am I?"

"This is the medical room, its usually a little more active that this." He paused. I looked around- there were people here, but every one was unconscious and floating in the luminous green liquid. Everything in this room seemed to hold an eerie presence. The lighting was rather poor, making the shadows cast by the tanks even darker. I would not like to spend long in this room while I was conscious. He continued, "Though most of the Saiyans are out purging other planets."

"Who are these people then?" I indicated the people round the small room.

"Oh, those are the Saiyans who have just returned... they weren't in very good shape when they got here. A little like you I guess…" a small smile lingered on his face- making him look years younger.

I looked at him for a few seconds; then turned and walked to a set of slightly smaller tanks that were next to the one I had come from. What I saw there made my heart seem to ache slightly. Each tank housed a very beautiful, but equally injured woman. Small finger shaped bruises could be found on their hips and dark circles, which not even these wondrous tanks could heal, were under their eyes.

The man behind me cleared his throat slightly, seeming to become uncomfortable as he looked at the women.

"I'm so sorry" he murmured

I turned to look at him. His eyes, which were now settled on me, held a strange sense of pity. I realised then that he thought I had been abused like the women in the tanks. Dread washed over me as I remembered that this was soon to be my fate- a life of sex and injury.

Silent tears began to run down my cheeks. I looked once more at the women, and then turned back to the small man, subconsciously wrapping my arms around myself in a protective manor.

"Thank you… for making me better".

His only reply was a smile. I looked around again.

"Do you have my clothes? Only I can't walk around in this forever." I gestured to the robe I wore.

He nodded slightly and moved over to a silver metal door. He opened it and walked inside. A few seconds later he returned with my clothes- thankfully they hadn't been washed and the mud stained fabric hadn't been returned to its original form.

"You can change in there." He motioned to the area he had just come from.

I nodded and began my path to the room. Once inside I closed the door lightly behind me. Slowly I scanned the room- it was a lot bigger than I had expected. To my left, all along the wall, were many small draws, each with a label referring to the corresponding tank outside, I presumed that this was where they kept the occupants clothes. Across the far right side of the room was, what looked like a power supply- though it was hard to tell. The large black box was covered in switches and many flashing lights. A constant whirr filled the room- though the sound was kind of relaxing. The heat here was almost unbearable though, making my forehead sleek with sweat.

Hurriedly I undressed and put my other clothes on, wanting more than anything to be out of the stifling temperature.

A few minutes later I opened the door again, enjoying the feel of cool metal against my hand.

The sight that met my eyes next was a sight I had not expected to see. Lying cold on the smooth metal table, her hand limp beside her was my only friend.

I felt my eyes begin to well up; rushing forward I reached for her hand, remembering how I had held it before and flinched at the cold that resided there. That seemed like nothing as I held it now. The cold ripped through me, chilling me- feeling as if I were holding a statue rather than my 18's hand.

I backed away from my friend, tears flowing freely now. I looked over at the small man who had helped me before, his once kind face now held a mixture of shock and pity. He moved to comfort me, but I dodged him wanting nothing but to see my friend up and well. I looked at 18, all hope inside me was now lost- I felt so alone. I walked slowly to the door, and turned.

"Thank you" I said quietly. The man just bowed his head.

I looked at 18 once more, her eyes were closed, her skin pale. I had to bite my lip to stop from crying out. I quickly headed out the door and broke into a run.

So many things whiled round my head; how had 18 been hurt, who had done it to her. I couldn't seem to shake the image of her cold face from my mind.

I finally slowed to a stop. Clutching my head I let the tears role through me. I shrunk to the ground and edged back towards the wall, I didn't care now if I was found or not, I hated this life and this planet- I just didn't care anymore. I brought my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them protectively.

I don't know how long I sat there, minutes, hours. Time seemed to stand still. What was I suppose to do now? I had nobody- I was completely alone. I wished I could see my parents. I wished I had married freezer, anything would have been better than this.

Sighing heavily I managed to pull myself up. But as I took a step forwards I became dizzy, little black spots appeared in my vision. I clutched my head again, though this time for completely different reasons. I stumbled and began to fall, wishing someone would catch me, make me safe. But no one came.

I landed with a light thud against the floor, hitting my head as I did. A small whimper escaped my mouth as the pain in my head became unbearable I closed my eyes wishing it would end as blackness overcame my body once more.

*****

I awoke slowly, warm sunlight shone on my face warming me, making me feel safe. I rolled over enjoying the feel of the soft linen. My eyes shot open, I sat up- why wasn't I in the slave quarters. Was I dreaming? No, this couldn't be a dream- everything was so real- though still so perfect.

I looked round, confused, though immediately knowing where I was. The only place that could be so perfect; the princes' quarters- but why was I here?

I reluctantly climbed out of the warm bed and walked to the small table near the oversized window. Placed neatly on it was a small plate of food and a tea set. I looked around; there was no one else here. Picking up the teapot I poured myself a cup and gratefully sipped the warm liquid, enjoying the taste that I had not experienced for a while now.

I looked down at myself. Surprised when I realised that I was no longer in my slave clothes, but in a small cream coloured silk nightdress, which hardly covered my bottom. I blushed- if my parents had seen me in this they would have died of shock. But the truth was, I actually liked wearing this, it made me feel… sexy, and not like the disgusting slave everyone though I was.

I set my cup back on the table and slowly walked round the bed to the bathroom. I pushed open the oak door and stepped inside, remembering what had happened the last time I had done this, I was glad there was no one else here.

I pushed the door lightly so that it was just short of being closed. I looked round the long room, as there was no steam this time it was easier to see.

To my left was a magnificent bath. It took up the whole side of the wall and had two steps made of the same gold-flecked marble leading up to it. Straight in front of me near the ceiling was a long window that stretched across the length of the room. Below this was a small toilet, which sat next to a small sink. To my right, as I had seen before, was the rain tap. I could now see that it was contained in a glass case- I supposed this was to stop the water escaping. This, like the bath took up one end of the room.

I moved further in to the room, noticing the change from soft carpet to cool marble more now as my bare feet moved through the bathroom.

I made my way quietly down to the glass box. Once there I reached out for the half moon indentation, which served as a door handle. As I pulled the door slid effortlessly to the left into the other glass wall.

Inside the glass it was warmer, I could feel the heat spreading through me.

Beneath the high tap were two smaller dials, one for hot water and one for cold. In-between these was a button. I reached out and lightly pressed it. I shrieked loudly as hot water gushed out of the tap, soaking me from head to foot- ruining the silk nightdress as it did so.

I stepped back wanting to get out of the water but bumped into something hard. I froze. Fear spread through me much as the water had done only seconds before. I felt large hands spread round my body and begin to trace circles around my navel. Soft lips began to nuzzle against my neck. The fear within me began to recede, only to be replaced by a burning desire I had never felt before.

I placed my hands over the others, entwining my fingers within theirs. It surprised me how soft they were- as if they had never been exposed to the outside world.

A trail of kisses was now being placed from my neck to my shoulder, making it hard to concentrate on anything else. I felt completely safe within the arms that held me, as if no harm could come to me while I was here.

The hands began to move, slipping out from beneath my grasp. I watched as the fingers grasped my sopping nightdress and began to pull it upwards. I lifted my arms in response, surprising even myself as I did so.

Once the garment was removed and tossed uselessly to the floor I began to turn my head slowly. Coal black eyes met my own, the desire within them a reflection of my emotions.

A mixture of fear and confusion must have entered my own eyes at that moment for the prince smirked and started to kiss along my shoulder again, his eyes never leaving mine.

I whipped my head back around again, eyes wide, feeling his hands begin to creep up my body. I looked down realising for the first time that the only item of clothing I was currently wearing was a small pair of panties. I quickly moved my arms to cover the exposed skin, but his hands gently grabbed my own and placed them at my sides.

My heart began to beat faster. I watched holding my breath as his hands came to cup my breasts. His fingers began to circle my nipples making my breath become laboured. With out warning his fingers lightly pinched the small buds sending a wave of pleasure through my body. A small moan escaped my lips making him smirk once more against my neck.

His hands moved down again, making my body shiver from the loss of contact. With a slight force I was turned to face the prince. Without delay his lips began to overwhelm mine, making me gasp in response. I responded equally, letting the passion within me escape. My hands moved up to tangle in the flames that were his hair, pulling him closer towards me. He began to push me towards the wall. Cold rippled through me as I hit the cool tiles making my back arch and my nipples press against his bare chest.

Above us the water continued to run, making our bodies glisten and steam begin to form. My hands slowly moved down to rest against his chest, I marvelled at the well-defined muscles that resided there.

Vegeta continued to kiss me with a fiery passion, his hands exploring every inch of my body. I felt his tongue begin to press against my lips; I willingly parted them, needing the closeness just as much as he seemed to. His warm tongue began to explore my mouth, all the while bringing out new emotions within me. I reluctantly broke the kiss, gasping for air. He just continued to kiss round my mouth, moving slowly to kiss down my neck, I tilted my head back against the wall allowing him better access.

But he didn't stop there, he continued down kissing over my right breast until he reached the nipple. I moaned loudly as he began to suck and flick the small bud with his tongue. My hands once again tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, not wanting the pleasure to stop. Though after giving some attention to my other breast he came back up and began to kiss me again. I wrapped my arms around his neck playing lightly with short bits of hair behind his ears.

He now began to lift my leg to rest against his hip, and quickly did the same with the other, his lips all the wile continuing to devour my own. As he placed his hands on my hips I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist pulling him closer to me. I gasped feeling a large bulge inside his spandex bottoms as he pressed against me. I broke the kiss once again, to look at him. His eyes searched mine as we looked at each other. I leaned in to kiss him again. Placing one small kiss on his lips, I began to make a trail down his throat. I unclasped my legs and signalled that I wanted to be put down. He complied, releasing my legs and letting them drop lightly to the ground.

I continued to kiss along his collarbone, reaching down at the same time to lightly stroke the budge in his pants. His breathing began to deepen and his eyes slowly close as I began.

All too quickly a loud knock sounded from the bedroom, I stopped, looking up.

The prince cursed under his breath, his head dropping to rest lightly on my shoulder. Slowly he lifted his head to look at me

"Stay here" he murmured; his voice husky, filled with the desire I could see in his eyes.

I nodded slightly and watched as he turned to exit the room.

My head fell back against the tiles. Cold air rushed against my skin at his absence. I walked on shaky legs over to the now open glass door. I peered out hoping to catch what they were saying.

"Please my prince, you are needed urgently by the king."

"Can it not wait" he replied a faint note of desire still in his voice.

There was a pause. Then the other man cleared his throat uncomfortably

"I'm sorry my prince… but the king said he required your presence immediately."

"Fine. Tell that old bastard I'll be there as soon as possible."

There was a sharp intake of breath from the other man as the prince spoke ill of his father. But before he could say anything in response the sound of a door slamming could be heard.

Vegeta appeared moments later. His eyes were full of regret as he scanned my almost completely naked body.

"I have to go." He murmured. I looked down. "We'll finish this later, when no distractions can get in our way." He paused not knowing what to say.

"I'll wait for you…" I whispered, looking up once more. His features turned angry as my eyes met his.

"I have to go," he said once more, this time turning straight away and heading out of the bathroom. I followed him slowly, watching as he pulled a spandex shirt over his head and headed for the door. He paused turning back to glance at me once again.

"I'll have Kakarrot bring you up some new clothes"

"Who is--" I began to say but he just smirked and headed down the corridor.

Great, I looked down at my half naked body. What was I supposed to do now? I looked round the room, searching for something to wear until… Kakarrot, I think that was his name, brought me some clothes.

I walked back in to the bathroom, and went once again to the 'rain tap'- I would have to ask of its proper name later.

Hot water still poured endlessly from the large metal tap. I stepped into the water again- this time willingly allowing it spread over my already damp body. I looked down at the sodden nightdress besides me, remembering with a sigh at how it had got there.

I was so confused, I had believed before that the prince didn't like me; I would have even gone as far to say that he despised me. But now, he seemed… different. He had brought out so many new emotions within me- things I never thought I'd feel. I remembered how his hands had explored every inch of my body, how he had kissed me so passionately, how when I looked in to his eyes I could see a desire which made my knees go weak just to think about. Yes, something had changed within the prince- but what? Oh well, I didn't really matter now- I would find out eventually, or at least I hoped I would.

Deciding to make good use of the warm water I pulled down my last remaining garment stepped out of the panties and then tossed them quietly to rest atop of the nightdress.

It was surprising how good it felt to wash after going so long without being able to. I reached for the small bar of soap, which rested in a dish to my right and began to rub the fragrant substance over my body, taking longer as I came to my hair. Once I was finished I allowed the water to rinse away the bubbles leaving only clean skin exposed. I couldn't decide at that moment what was making me so relaxed. The heat in the room was an obvious factor, but also the water, which glided effortlessly down my body, seemed to soothe me- make me forget about anything else.

Suddenly there was a loud bang and the sound of quick footfalls. With out warning a Saiyan entered the room speaking as he came,

"My Prince I --" but the sound of my ear-piercing scream cut him of as I scrambled to cover myself.

The tall Saiyan looked up and down my body before suddenly realising what he was doing. He turned quickly, a blush appearing on his cheeks, to face the other direction.

"I'm sorry," he murmured quickly "I didn't realise you were…" he trailed of shuffling nervously, his arms behind his back.

"Its ok…" my voice was quiet "I really shouldn't have been in here anyway" I felt slightly embarrassed at being caught completely naked by a stranger.

I switched of the water quietly and searched for something to cover my body. I located a towel hanging by the door. Checking that the Saiyan was still facing away I moved to grasp the soft material, wrapping it tightly around myself.

"You can look now…"

He turned round slowly, looking at me once again.

"I'm sorry." He repeated. I smiled warmly at him. The guilt in his eyes seemed to fade, leaving a friendly gleam in its place.

There were a few moments of silence, each of us trying to think of something to say.

"Are those for me?" I asked pointing at the clothes he held in his hands.

"Oh, sorry- yes they are" he handed me the material.

"Do you mind if I…" I motioned that I wished to change

"Oh, right- yeah. I'll just--" he didn't finish, but instead hurried out of the room and shut the door behind him. I laughed lightly; he was so embarrassed.

I looked at the soft fabric in my hands, shaking it out to view it properly. It was beautiful. Shaped perfectly, it seemed to have no flaws. I eagerly climbed in to the dress. It was royal blue- a colour I had seen many times during my stay here- with many tiny embroidered diamonds in a starburst effect at the bottom, neckline and sleeves of the dress. Similar tiny diamonds were chained together, and draped round the waist acting as a belt, which met in the middle and fell to the floor.

The dress had no straps, instead the material flowed effortlessly from the edge of my shoulders to the sleeves, which were tight until just before the wrist where they flowed out and hung over my hand. I looked to the back of the dress. From the shoulders the material draped over my back and met in a loose 'V' at the bottom of my spine. Silky blue lace crossed over my exposed back holding the two sides together. I looked back to my front. The neck line cut low, showing no less than half of my breasts, then met in a straight line just under my cleavage.

I felt absolutely wonderful in this dress, as if part of my old life had once again returned to me.

I quickly walked back to the glass room, holding up my dress so as not to get it wet I reached for the nightdress and panties.

I stepped out of the bathroom quietly. The Saiyan from before was sitting on the bed. He looked up as I stepped forward. His eyes studied every inch of my body.

"Wow" he breathed under his breath. I smiled, only now realising how much I had missed bringing out this reaction in people.

"Is there anywhere I can put these to dry?" I indicated the sopping clothes in my hand.

"Mmm… oh, sorry." His eyes flitted from my body to my eyes "Yes there is." He stood and motioned for me to follow him.

We walked over to a door, which was located opposite the bed. He pushed it open and let me through first.

Amazement entered my features, the Saiyan laughed softly at my reactions, but I took no notice. We had walked out on to a small stone walkway, which curved round the edge of the building to my left. I continued slowly round the corner. The small path now opened up in to a balcony, big enough maybe for only four people.

I walked to the edge, leaning on the stonewall that surrounded the small area. It was spectacular up here, the view already changing my perspective of Vegitasei. The sun was high in the sky, leaving no area of ground untouched. The heat was incredible, creating a slight seen of sweat on my forehead.

I carefully laid the clothes on the warm stonewall; they would dry quickly there.

I turned to look at the tall Saiyan,

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Kakarrot." He said looking back at me, smiling.

"Oh… Vegeta said you would be coming to see me" he nodded slightly. He was so different to the other Saiyans around here, seeming to be almost human, rather than his own species.

"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions Kakarrot?"

"Sure. I actually have a few to ask you as well" as he said this last part his features turned slightly angry, though I didn't know why.

"Oh, Ok. You go first." I said. He looked as if what he had to ask was important.

"Hmm" was the only response he gave. There was a short pause; he seemed to be thinking of how to phrase his sentence. His eyes looked straight in to mine. "Who are you… really?" Panic entered my body as he asked this, making my heart pump faster.

"W-what do you mean?" I stammered.

"I know you're not a slave. So who are you?" he asked again.

"How do you--" I began in amazement but he cut me off.

"The dress you were wearing before- the muddy one- was washed. I went to pick it up- got quite a surprise when an ivory dress came out instead of the brown one." He smirked at my expression. "So, who are you?"

I looked down. I knew I probably shouldn't answer his question, or at the very least make up a lie that would satisfy him. But there was something about this Saiyan, which made me want to tell the truth. He was just so different from the others.

"Promise you won't tell?"

"Cross my heart" he replied happily.

"I… am a princess…"

i bet you hate me for that ending! so, anyway... whats going to happen to Bulma now that someone knows her secret? what happened to poor old 18?? why was vegeta called away so quickly??? so many unanswered questions, will they be answered in the next chapter? You'll just have to wait and see...

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