Chapter Four

Too Close

My eyes widened. What… What was he talking about?! Before I even knew what was happening, the Saiyan blasted into the air, carrying me tightly in his grasp. I screamed, tightly grasping the clothing he was wearing. We were flying higher and higher, faster and faster. He laughed at my reaction and gripped my body tighter; groping me in all different places I didn't want to be touched. He did nothing more than stare down my shirt, grinning; he flew towards what I believed to be the Regina airport. It was nothing, but crumbled ruins and destruction, burning in different places and glass shattered everywhere.

When we arrived, there was a huge ship with flashing lights gleaming all around it and a huge opened door leading down to the ground. I could see people, humans, being boarded onto it with guards surrounding them as they walked up and inside. All around the entire area were hundreds of dead humans. It made me feel so sick. Limbs were torn from bodies, decapitated heads, blood washing over the grounds and the idea that the human species was going to become extinct if this continued.

We walked around and over all the dead humans towards a group of three Saiyans standing around talking. I immediately became terrified, for the most disturbing and gruesome images came into my head of what might happen to me, what they might do to me. No, NO! I wanted to run. I wanted to run as far away as possible, but there was no use to even attempt. I'd be killed immediately, or worse… (At least in my mind) The men were huge, bulky-built guys who probably had no cares and only two desires; the desire to kill… and to fuck.

"HEY!"

He scared me with his abruptly loud and low toned voice as he shouted to the others. They all turned their heads and as soon as I was in their line of sight, they began pacing towards us. They all grinned very animalistic.

No, No, No, NO!

"Look at what I've got!"

He threw me against the ground in front of them. I hit the side of my face against the pavement hard; scratching and bruising my skin. They all chuckled almost maniacally at me lying on the ground. I winced at the immediate scraps and cuts on my cheek and forehead. I slowly brought my hand to my face, holding back all the anger and fear, tears burning to break through.

They all laughed as the Saiyan who brought me there sharply kicked me in the side, making me gasp and wince loudly in pain. I curled and clenched my side. Two of the men kneeled down and dared placed their hands on my back and sides, moving me up onto my knees; they only brought me to my knees.

Oh, fuck.

They both felt their hands all over me, brushing over my skin and chuckling at my immense fear of them.

"Fuck… she's soft; like an infinite…"

One of them spoke. I keep my eyes closed, too scared and in pain to open them. They all chuckled more, making me even more nervous. When I finally managed to open them, all I saw were their hideous faces and horrid grins. Their evil smiles were piercing a hole through my brain. I didn't want to look at them anymore. I glared at them and then quickly stared at the ground. All four of them were probably about twice the size of me and all about a foot to a foot and a half taller.

"Well, what do you think men? Did I get a good slice of the crowd or what?!"

The man to my left laughed while grabbing hold of my chin and cranking my head to the side so I faced him, only about an inch from his face,

"He-he, oh, yes! She'll do just fine! The King and his son will definitely like this one!"

I was sweating like crazy with tears just barely glistening at the corners of my eyes. I didn't want to look weak, but I couldn't help it. My face was throbbing, their rough and strong hands holding and grasping me to hurt enough as it was and I was beyond afraid.

"I sensed this one knew more about us than anyone else in that crowd…"

He chuckled evilly as I pulled my face angrily from the other's grasp and quickly came back to try and bite him in a fit of anger. He quickly grabbed my neck, pushing my head back, revealing the bare flesh of my throat. I grunted in anger, fidgeting and trying desperately to break free.

"He-he; little kitty's got claws…"

He inhaled sharply, and then spoke roughly through his teeth,

"I like that!"

Their voices were dark and hoarse, evil, pure evil. The man to my right kept his face too close to the side of mine, the side covered in scratches and dirt. He breathed hard and heavy against my neck. His breath reeked of what I presumed was some type of liquor and some other rancid odor; as if he'd actually eaten a human… or something anyways. I gagged and that was a HUGE mistake. He gripped my arm and side harder and pressed his grinning teeth against my cuts and scrapes, slowly licking his rough tongue against my already stinging skin.

"What's wrong, woman?! You can't handle us, is that it?!"

WHAT?! NO!

I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled my face away from the other's grip and tried fidgeting around and squirming to try and get away.

"NO! STOP IT! LET ME GO!"

They all laughed and tightened their grips on me. The Saiyan that brought me to these hounds stepped in front of me and knelt down to my level. He moved one hand to my thigh but left it still against my shivering body. I was wearing tight, skinny jeans and a little tank top with a little long sleeved sweater that wasn't zipped up. My hair was still up in a messy ponytail (which I'd spent the past year and a half growing out again after cutting it short in early 2016), which the third man standing behind me knelt down and reached one hand around to my chest and grabbed my tied up hair roughly, making me squeak. He chuckled, grabbing up at my breasts roughly. Tears were making their way to the fronts of my eyes, piercing the corners in burning, salty water. The beast in front of me smiled fiercely, and then chuckled,

"He-he; I don't think so. Not just yet; we still would like to have a little fun before you'll have to be getting onto that ship!"

He spoke that as he pointed behind him at the huge ship. My eyes widened at the thought of having to get on a ship that I presumed was not only going to leave Earth, but going to their planet. I winced at his touch as he touched my thigh again, this time moving it slowly up towards my waist. The men laughed as they tightened their grips on me more, making my skin white under their hands and red and swollen around them.

"NO! STOP! LEAVE ME ALONE! LET ME GO, NOW!"

The man in front of me let go of my leg only to start fiddling around with his belt to his pants. One of the other men began tugging at the bottom my shirt.

"NO! NO! NOOOOOOOO…!"

Right when I thought the worst was about to happen, I was 'saved', I suppose you could say. Another man emerged from the ship shouted at the men around me,

"HEY! WHAT DO THINK YOU'RE DOING?! THE AUCTIONING STARTS IN FIVE GOD DAMN MINUTES! GET HER ASS ON THE FUCKING SHIP, NOW!"

The two holding me let go angrily, grunting in displeasure. They all stood, including the man in front of me, who pulled me to my feet. The man in front of me did his belt back up and grabbed my arm to pull me up. He pulled me as he walked towards the ship; pulling me close to him, he leaned down to my ear and whispered in an angry, husky voice,

"I guess this is your lucky day! You better watch your back now, woman!"

I felt his breath hitch as he smelt the base of my neck, growling, before pushing me away to the other man who shouted at them.

"Take her, Brock, see if I care…"

The man who brought me here turned away and walked back to the others he was talking to before. I looked up at the other guy who 'saved' me as another man approached him from behind, staring at me, grinning.

"Who's this, Brock…?"

Brock stared down at me while still holding me without turning around,

"Just some new whore, Turles… Let's take her to the King."

My eyes went wide. What was I suppose to say? I pretended to be oblivious and tried to approach at a nicer angle.

"Thank you so much, sir… I…"

He cut me off by tightening his grip on my arm,

"Oh, spare me, girl! I have no desire to 'save you' from whatever our men do to you and your pathetic race. You are nothing more than a simple whore! Now, move, woman!"

He pushed me into the ship and the two kept close to me as we walked further into the ship. All around were machines and operating systems. As we got up to the next level, he rounded a corner to what looked like a giant dining hall without the table, just an empty floor and nineteen other girls about my age, maybe a few older and maybe a few younger. I felt like we were herded cattle that were about to be slaughtered. It happened to everyone else I knew and loved, so why not me as well? They were all off to the sides as we walked down the middle of the room. I was as angry as I was scared. Brock and Turles quickly grabbed me and held me tight and close to them.

"Hey, stop it! Put me down! Let go!"

I shouted; kicking my feet and trying to get my arms free.

"Let me go right now, you brutes!"

Brock just chuckled.

"She sure is feisty."

Though struggling was clearly useless, I persisted until I was brought into a large room in the ship filled with more of the aliens… Saiyans.

At the front of the room, a large man sat on a thrown, raising an eyebrow at our appearance. Once in front of the man, Turles let go and Brock threw me on the floor none too gently.

"Ow! That hurt, you bastard!"

I shouted. I turned my angry eyes on the large man sitting on the thrown glaring down annoyed at me.

"I suppose this big guy is your boss or something."

"Be silent!"

Turles snapped. All the girls stared in surprise at my behavior.

"You're in the presence of King Vegeta, the King of the Saiyan race."

I stood up and placed my hands on my hips. I was too angry to even care what was happening. I looked up at King Vegeta.

"Is that so? Well, if you're in charge around here, then you had better teach these two lackeys of yours a lesson in manners."

"SILENCE, BAKAD MONDES FEY…!"

King Vegeta bellowed leaning up from his chair.

"You will hold your tongue, girl!"

I immediately fell silent, flinching at the loudness of his voice and whatever he said. I looked down in fear of looking at him, shivering nervously.

"Y-Yes, sir…"

The King smiled.

"Good. Now… before I ask you my main question… let me 'properly' introduce myself…"

He smirked more and spoke,

"My name is Vegeta; King Vegeta, that is… Ruler of the Planet Vegeta…"

I stared with a stupid awe on my face, trying to stay angry still. He chuckled at my expression as did a few others quietly.

"Now, tell me, how old are you… in 'human' years?"

I took a deep calming breath, kind of confused with his strange question, but I didn't want to argue.

"First, let me apologize for my rudeness, sir… I-I'm just not used to being manhandled…"

I glanced angrily at Turles and Brock, still unaware that one of them was one that I absolutely loved in his anime counterpart, and then turned back to the King.

"…but, also, I'm… I just turned twenty, sir."

King Vegeta raised an eyebrow.

"Hmmm… you look a lot younger, that's the only reason I asked. Nevertheless, you are of a breeding… or… 'Legal' age among your people, so that won't be a problem…"

"A… A problem, sir…?"

He grinned.

"We have laws, too, you know. Oh, but, don't worry about it. A little weak woman like you shouldn't worry too much…"

I glared at him.

"Hey, you better stop insulting me. I don't care if you are the King here; you have no rule over me. I'm from here, Earth, not from wherever the hell you assholes are from! How do you expect to make up for treating me and my people like animals?! You have some nerve!"

King Vegeta's eyes narrowed.

This girl has some nerve, but she'll need to be taught her place here.

"Young lady, step forward, please."

The King's voice was lower and rougher now. I was very nervous suddenly; so nervous, I wasn't even sure if I could move, but I forced myself to take two steps forward before he said,

"Stop…"

The King stood up slowly and stepped down from his chair. He began to walk towards me. He easily towered another two feet over me; making him probably almost seven feet tall! Holy fuck!

I stayed staring at the ground, but a leather glove covered hand raised my chin and I was staring him dead in the face. He was the most intimidating man or being I'd ever had the misfortunate to come across. He grinned slightly while tracing his thumb lightly against the bottom of my lower lip. He slightly bit on the corner of his bottom lip before letting my chin drop. He paced so tauntingly slow around me, judging me head to toe.

"Vegeta, step out here, will you, please?"

I glanced up only to have the King grab my shoulder and push me down to my knees. I glanced over and saw everyone else bowing as well. The King stood proudly above me as I nervously looked ahead to see a figure appear from around the corner.

"What the…?"

"Be quiet and bow!"

The King's voice whispered threateningly loudly down at me. The man approaching the throne looked nearly identical to King Vegeta. They had the same face though this man lacked the beard; they had the same hair; only his was black rather than dark brown like the King's. The identity was too much to be a coincidence. I knew it was him, it had to be him. He looked exactly the same as his anime counterpart. He was wearing the same shining navy blue, white and gold armor with a long blood-red cape that hung elegantly from his shoulders just like the King had. The Royal families crest over his left chest plate. All my mind could focus on was… Prince Vegeta?!

I was beginning to tune out and almost went into tunnel vision; sounds were muffled and almost went completely out. I could hear the faint cloud voices of men and women around me, but I was lost in my own thoughts.

No, no, it's not him, it's not him; stop thinking it! It's not him!

The King pulled me back up to my feet. As soon as he did that, I came back to reality, only to find that all the other girls who were around me just seconds ago were gone. I was left alone. The only human female in a large, empty room on the godforsaken ship, filled with probably about twenty Saiyan males.

Oh, God! Please, help me!

Luckily, nothing happened… well, not at first. The Prince grinned wildly at me while I stood with the King standing right behind me. I was confused; the other men still murmuring and snickering, taunting my reason for not noticing anything.

"Welcome back! It's nice to see you're still with us! You really should stop daydreaming; especially in front of your new rulers. You keep missing out on all the excitement."

I was so confused. Where were all the other girls? What happened?

"I watched you outside earlier from my bedchamber… You truly are something else."

"Where… Where did everyone else go?"

I felt so stupid asking that question, but I had to ask. I was so stupid for letting myself get into this whole mess.

"They're all gone! Isn't that obvious?"

Oh, he was really getting on my nerves! All the other guards continued to chuckle. Trying to keep calm, I quietly and shyly asked,

"I know, but where?!"

He smiled a very unpleasant smile that made me feel like he was about to pounce on me.

"They were all taken to the slave corridors to be sold to our lower-class, superior and elite guards and warriors. Whoever wants them… you weren't sent because you weren't paying attention, and my father and I found that rather amusing."

I stayed silent.

"…but… I don't underst…"

"Shut up, woman! You will not speak without permission, is that clear?!"

I shivered and looked down shyly. I heard the King chuckle behind me as he left my side and went up to the throne again to get a drink.

"Y-Yes, sir…"

The Prince's smile grew wider. He chuckled slightly as his father began laughing,

"'Sir'… I like it when you say that."

The King was one creepy fucking bastard, but I couldn't say or do pretty much anything. The King soon stepped down from his throne again and said as he strolled up behind me again,

"You are our property now. You better not let us down…"

I shivered immensely at the feeling of his warm, alcoholic stanched breath roll over my neck. The King glanced up at his son.

"So, what do you think Vegeta? Did your old man make a good choice?"

His insanely low voice startled me. I shivered as I looked up to Vegeta, Prince Vegeta. He grunted as though he didn't care.

"Whatever, it's not like she'll be any different from the rest. At least, she's amusing, for the most part."

Oh, I never thought I'd ever think this but, I wanted to clock him in his jaw so fucking hard! The King looked down at me from behind and then said while still looking at me,

"Okay, she can be your personal slave, but if you get tired of her, please don't kill her or discard her to one of your lower-class fighting buddies… I think I may want her for a while. He-he… mon fey shali von maruko…"

The leather glove stroked the side of my neck and then firmly gripped on my arm, which made me jump.He dragged me over to Vegeta and stopped, having me face his son dead on. Vegeta pulled something out from the back buckle of his armor; a collar? You can't be serious. He ever so gently placed it around my neck and then armed it; he didn't once look me in the eye while putting it on. It was dainty and silver with a small light green light on the clasp, so I suppose if I now had to wear it all the time, it wouldn't look that bad or noticeable. He held a small, round silver remote in his large hand. Looking straight at me, his next words spoken to me were terrifying;

"You better not disappoint me or piss me off, woman… You don't want to know what'll happen to you!"

His words were cold and emotionless.

Jesus, somebody help me!

King Vegeta left with a big grin on his face like he knew something bad was going to happen. Vegeta grabbed my arm and pushed me towards a hallway leading out of the hall; he didn't push me that hard, but his grip was firm and startling. I walked down the long hallway not looking behind me. I knew Vegeta was there; right there. I knew he was right behind me. I couldn't screw up, I couldn't do anything! What's going to happen now? Am I a slave now? Will it be just like in that one fanfiction that I read on the internet so long ago? What, God, what?!

We approached a door near the end of the hall and he grabbed my arm to stop me. He didn't say anything; he just unlocked and opened the door and threw me inside, immediately closing it and relocking it behind him. To my surprise, though, he wasn't in the room with me, he just locked me in alone, or, at least, I hoped I was alone.

It was dark. I got up and passed carefully to the wall trying to feel for some sort of light switch. When I couldn't find it, I just walked carefully and quietly towards the one window which had light shining through. We were in space and so close to the sun. I didn't dare look it was so bright. Was it our sun or was it of another solar system? So many questions were racing through my mind. Are we actually going to 'Planet Vegeta'? Is anyone in my family still alive? Where's Nathan?