chapter 6
The three left the young girl asleep on the bed in the warlord's bedroom while they went to explore the ship in more detail.
"Where's the armoury?" Vegeta mused, stopping at a fork in the corridors.
"Where the locker rooms are I imagine." Raditz replied, leaning a little to look down one of the corridors.
"What do you want with the armoury?" Nappa scowled in confusion. "You have armour."
"We'll need something for the girl." Vegeta snapped. "She can't wonder about in that God forsaken rag of a dress any longer."
"Why? Is it too teasing for you?" Raditz cooed mockingly at the prince. Vegeta didn't react. His face remained cold and stone-like, even as he pushed past the bigger men, heading down the left corridor.
The young prince systematically kicked in each door, whether the door was unlocked or not. There were angry yells from male occupants and screams of horror from slave girls working or resting in the rooms. Regardless, Vegeta kicked in each door till every single one was hanging off it's hinges and he, Nappa and Raditz stood at the very end of the corridor looking less than pleased.
"Well I guess we picked the wrong one..." Nappa muttered and began to stalk his way back down the corridor.
By the time Vegeta and Raditz had followed after him and turned the corner, Nappa was already putting his booted foot through the third door.
"Found it!" He yelled, yanking his foot free and looking through the hole he'd made.
Inside the room were a number of men, in varying stages of dress and undress. Some had showered, some were going to shower and some were already in the showers. Those actually inside the locker room looked at the face that peered at them through the door in shock, their privacy having been so rudely violated.
Once the prince and the low level saiyan had joined him at the door, Nappa pushed it open with a smirk. "After you, Vegeta." He offered kindly, not even batting an eyelid when the prince snorted and entered the room without a word of thanks.
Raditz waited. He knew from experience that Nappa wouldn't be nice enough to hold the door for him too. As predicted, the bigger man followed Vegeta into the room, leaving the door to swing shut on Raditz. He barely caught it before it did and frowned as he slipped in.
The warlord's men stood about the locker room, many clinging to towels or garments of clothing to protect their modesty.
Modesty wasn't something saiyans were particularly big on.
Having originated from the badlands of their home planet, usually wearing nothing but scraps of fur to keep them warm in the cold nights, it was an inbred thing for saiyans to not feel the embarrassment many other races felt about their bodies.
Bodies were bodies. They either looked appealing or they didn't. But all had purpose and use.
"Get out..." Vegeta growled lowly, standing in the dead centre of the room, his arms crossed over his chest and flanked by his two larger comrades on either side.
There was a moment or two of stunned pause from the men around them. None could really believe what they were seeing or hearing and all stared at the three saiyans blankly.
"HE SAID GET OUT, YOU WORTHLESS MEAT BAGS!" Nappa roared when no one moved.
Before he'd finished, there was a sudden burst of panic between the men and they flurried around, grabbing clothing or towels to cover themselves before running from the room.
"That sure showed 'em." Vegeta chuckled and glanced around.
"Sure is hot in here..." Raditz scowled and brushed back his locks, which were starting to frizz with the humidity from the hot showers no one had had a chance to turn off in their rush to leave.
"Nappa, go look for some armour." Vegeta instructed his bodyguard. Nappa gave a nod and disappeared behind the lockers, starting to search for some armour for the girl.
That left Vegeta and Raditz alone.
Raditz opened one of the nearest lockers and peered inside. There were a few dirty magazines, a few had their pages torn out and stuck to the door of the locker along with a mirror. There were a couple changes of boots, some stray personal effects and a scouter, plugged into a charger at the back of the locker.
"Hey Vegeta..." Raditz was still rummaging through the locker's contents when he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He noticed Vegeta standing right up behind him in the mirror and his eyes narrowed.
He was about to turn when he was grabbed by the arm. The grip was bone crushing and Raditz's face instantly turned red. His eyes widened and his mouth opened to yelp but nothing came out. Vegeta's fist slammed into his face and Raditz's neck whipped back, hitting the metal shelf in the locker, the metal bending with the force.
Blood spurted through the air and a second fist followed the first, hitting the larger man's temple.
His vision went black and Raditz flailed desperately to try and shield himself with his arms. They rose up, trying to cover his face but Vegeta's hand knotted in his hair and he was dragged forward, his face being slammed into the tiled floor until he felt his cheekbone break.
When the attack was over Vegeta stood over the bigger man, his white gloves stained with Raditz's blood. He glared down at him, his eyes burning with anger and his body twitching and pulsing with energy.
Nappa peeped around the lockers sheepishly. He knew when it was best to stay out of the prince's way. Now was one of those times. He continued to watch as Vegeta slammed his foot into the centre of Raditz's back, earning a scream of pain from the older man.
"Listen up..." Vegeta hissed down at him. Raditz whimpered and coughed hard. Blood ran from his mouth and onto the floor. Something inside was damaged. "The girl. She's mine. You had your fun earlier, but I'm putting an end to it. You touch her again before I've had her, and I'll kill you." He emphasised the point by pressing his foot harder into Raditz's back.
Tears burned Raditz's eyes and he screwed them shut. Crying was the last thing he would do. He grit his teeth and forced his throbbing head to nod.
Vegeta removed his foot from his back and stood grimacing. He caught sight of Nappa from the corner of his eye and his head snapped round. "Did you find anything?!"
Nappa jumped and fumbled with the armour he'd found. It was the smallest they had and he hoped it would fit. He held it out to the prince, trying not to tremble to obviously when it was snatched from his hands.
The prince examined it, huffed and shoved the bigger man out of his way, going to find matching gloves and boots.
"Take that to the medical bay..." He sneered and waved his hand back at Raditz lying bleeding on the floor. He walked out of sight, Nappa watching after him with a frown, the usual feelings of pride dampened dramatically.
He hurried to collect up Raditz and dragged him from the room without a word.
-oOo-
Raditz's limping was getting on Nappa's nerves, but the older man said nothing. He held the younger saiyan up as best he could as they walked, Raditz's arm slung over his shoulders.
They made slow progress but eventually made it to the medical centre on the ship, where Nappa passed Raditz off to a couple of wary looking doctors.
Nappa seated himself down in a corner, watching silently as the doctors gingerly undressed Raditz, the saiyan groaning in pain as he was moved.
His muscles ached, but that was the least of the problem. He was shivering with shock. His eye was bloodshot and one side of his face totally swollen. His cheek bone was broken, fractured at least. He guessed his eye socket had fractured too. Vegeta had really done a number on him.
But funnily enough, it wasn't the damage the prince had done that bothered him the most. It was the reason.
He should of known. Raditz was mentally kicking himself with the realisation. The girl. The last saiyan female. She was Vegeta's. She had to be. And Raditz had paid the price for overstepping the boundary that had formed when they'd found her.
The doctors bundled him into a regeneration tank and wired him up. They placed the breathing apparatus over his nose and mouth and closed up the tank before turning it on. The water swirled around his feet. It was warm and soothing and by the time it was up to his knees, Raditz could already feel the healing buzz that came with the bubbles.
He closed his eyes and inhaled the mixture of gas and Oxygen that was being pumped through the breathing mask to him. He didn't fight the sleepy feeling that overcame him and within moments, Raditz was out like a light.
He was in there for less than an hour. Forty-five minutes, Nappa guessed. He had tried not to watch the clock too much. Everything seemed slower when he did. By the time the water had begun to drain away, Nappa was stiff, and tired and more then hungry. He'd half expected Vegeta to show up, but the prince hadn't appeared.
Raditz climbed out of the tank, snatching his armour away from the doctor and pulled it on without a sound.
"You better watch yourself too..."
Nappa looked up from the sexual health magazine he'd picked up as Raditz had entered the tank and scowled over at the younger man.
"What?"
"I said, you better watch yourself too..." Raditz repeated in a flat voice while pulling on his boots.
"I heard you. I mean what's that meant to mean?" Nappa growled.
"I mean, Vegeta did this to me because of the girl. He'll do it to you too."
"Hey!" Nappa snarled. "I wasn't the one that finger fucked her!"
"No." Raditz snarled back. "But you had just as much intent as me. You'd have gotten that far had you not been so rough and then he'd have beaten you too!"
Nappa threw the magazine across the room and stood abruptly. His fists balled and he stalked over to the other saiyan, his teeth bared.
"I'm gonna put you back in that fucking tank, Raditz!" He hissed.
The doctors in the room all dived over the counters and equipment for cover.
"What for? Because I'm right? Because you know Vegeta would quite easily do to you what he did to me?!" Raditz yelled as Nappa grabbed him by the collar of his armour and slammed him against the glass of the regen tank.
Nappa's fist rose, ready to slam into Raditz's face, but it didn't move. The other man's arms rose to try and shield himself again if Nappa were to hit him, but Nappa's fist hesitated in raining down on him.
Raditz could almost see the cogs turning in that bald head of Nappa's. He was gulping back breath, his chest heaving with his seething anger... but nothing happened.
His hand slowly lowered and Nappa released Raditz from his grip.
"I wish Vegeta would have broken your jaw." He muttered, turning to walk away.
-oOo-
Arrah stirred at the sound of the door to the room slamming.
She squirmed and stretched, yawning and rubbing her nose lazily. She'd never, in all her life, been able to just sleep peacefully. She either had to be up early, or at a set time, or she'd had to share a bed with other girls, who writhed in their own sleep, either pushing her out of the bed or stealing the covers. It seemed that even in bed, she had to fight for her share.
She smiled softly, her eyes choosing to remain closed for a moment. Her body still tingled with the strange sensations Raditz had given her and she could still feel the slickness between her legs, caused by her first orgasm.
Absently, she sucked on her bottom lip, thinking of the kiss he'd given her as he'd brought her to release. She'd have to thank him when she woke up.
Arrah shifted again, taking notice of the heaviness beside her on the bed. Her sleep addled brain didn't register the warm, blood covered glove that stroked the dreads away from her face, before returning to stroke her neck.
She shuddered and finally opened her eyes.
Her vision was fuzzy with sleep, but she could just make out the pointed hair, over sized shoulder protection and burning eyes.
She blinked once. Then twice, Her vision finally clearing. She inhaled deeply, ready to scream again, only to have a bloody glove slapped across her mouth, silencing her. Immediately she began to fight, her legs kicking off the covers and she kicked out, arms flailing. Her fists beat at anything she could reach, once or twice actually hitting their mark and striking his face.
Her right fist shot up as she struggled, slamming up under his jaw.
Vegeta's teeth clamped down onto his tongue and he yowled in pain, dropping his grasp on her to cradle his face, his eyes watering with the pain. He tasted blood.
He'd barely turned away from her, when Arrah howled with anger and pounced on his back, knocking them both to the floor where she proceeded to slam her fists into his armoured back. She did very little damage. She didn't have the strength to pierce it.
"NO YOU FUCKING DON'T!" She screamed at the prince, straddling his lower back to begin her assault on the back of his head. "NOT AGAIN! NEVER AGAIN!"
"GET OFF ME, CRAZY WOMAN!" He roared back, tossing her off his back with ease. She squealed as she hit the ground beside him and he took the opportunity to straddle and pin her in retaliation.
Arrah continued to fight, her body arching and wriggling as she tried to break his grasp. But Vegeta was just too strong.
"Listen to me..." He hissed down at her. When it was obvious she wasn't listening, his lips peeled back into a snarl and a burst of energy flared over them both.
The girl's body went tense, every muscle in her stiffened with fear.
"I said...Listen to me..." He growled down at her. Arrah quivered and whimpered, tearing up as she looked up into his eyes.
Vegeta released her sharply, but didn't move off her body.
"Good. Now I have your attention, I'd like a word." He purred down at her. Arrah's eyes dropped momentarily, catching sight of the prince's bloodied gloves.
"I've spoken with Raditz and Nappa. We've come to an agreement." He lied. "You belong to me." He added bluntly. Arrah wasn't sure she'd heard him properly, but at the same time, she wasn't willing to ask him to repeat himself.
"It makes sense really." He continued, waving a hand casually. "You're the last female of our species. I'm the prince. My blood should be passed on." He grinned wolfishly.
"W-who's...Who's blood is that?" Arrah whispered, still staring at his gloves.
"Like I said..." He purred again, but with a much darker tone to his voice. He held up his hand, flexing his fingers lazily. "Me and Raditz had a chat."
Arrah's stomach dropped out. She felt a sudden surge of sadness over take her at the thought of Raditz being hurt. And all because of her.
Vegeta saw her skin pale and shrugged nonchalantly. "He's alive, in case you were worried."
Arrah couldn't look at him. She didn't want to look at him. What had he done? Was he really that ruthless?
It didn't occur to her she was still very much naked under the prince. That fact only surfaced when his hand unexpectedly touched her bare breast and she jumped. Without a moment's pause between actions, she slapped him, like both Nappa and Raditz, but hard enough to knock him off her.
Vegeta actually winced. He'd not been bothered by her other attacks, but that slap! It held so much force he tumbled back off her and onto the marble floor. He clutched his face, his eyes flaming with rage.
"How dar-!"
"Raditz said that was normal." She blurted hurriedly, scrambling back against the bed and pulling the covers off to cover herself.
Vegeta's rage disappeared. He sat looking stunned at the girl in front of him as she bundled herself up in the covers.
"I'm sorry?"
"Raditz said it's meant to be violent in courtship." She said, glaring at him. "You want me to be yours? We do it properly." She actually smirked at him, her eyes glinting dangerously.
Of course, Vegeta had no idea. Arrah, also, was clueless as to the real courtship ritual of their people but Vegeta didn't know Arrah knew he was totally clueless.
Arrah couldn't have felt smugger. She never intended to use such information as a trump card. If anything, she just thought she'd be passed from one saiyan to another like some living sex toy until, eventually, she ended up pregnant.
She didn't think Vegeta would actually over power the other two, much larger men, to get to her.
"Fine." He said curtly, his hand dropping from face before he stood.
Arrah watched him circle the bed and pick something up. Onto the sheets, those that Arrah hadn't pulled off to shield herself from him, he tossed some upper body armour, a pair of gloves, a pair of boots and a pair of black, body tight pants.
"I brought you these." He muttered and turned away from her. She assumed he was expecting her to dress.
Arrah got to her feet and gingerly reached for the armour. She'd only ever seen it on the guards or on men in general. She didn't realise women could wear it.
It was all darkly coloured. A black and dark blue breast plate with a single yellow metal strap to hold it on over her left shoulder. The yellow colouring also covered the abdominal area and the sides. The gloves were like the one's she'd seen Raditz and Nappa wearing. Fingerless with a band around the wrist to hold them in place. They too, were black and dark blue in colour, as well as the boots.
It all looked very small, even for her.
"I...I think you got me the wrong size." She commented, examining the boots with one hand. The other clutched the the covers around her tightly, trying to keep them from falling down.
"It stretches..." He mumbled, glancing over his shoulder shyly at her.
"Oh!" Biting her lip, she picked up the upper body armour and frowned. "What do I wear under it?"
Vegeta's nose wrinkled in confusion and he turned back fully to look at her. "What?"
"What do I wear under it?" She asked again, fiddling with the metal strap.
"Nothing." He snorted. "You don't wear anything under...Oh..." His cheeks suddenly reddened when it hit him. Gulping down his embarrassment, Vegeta scanned the room for something, anything. His eyes landed on a dresser, built into the wall and he made a beeline for it.
Arrah stood quietly as Vegeta slid up the door on the dresser and rummaged through. He pulled out a couple of items, tossing them onto the bed. She looked over them, chewing her lip as she thought. Most garments were too big. some were tattered and worn. Then, Vegeta threw out a battered old blue tank top. It hit the top of the pile of clothing and Arrah snatched it away before it was covered by a huge pair of pants.
"There has to be something in here that will fit you." He huffed. "If you weren't so skinny you wouldn't have such a problem." Slamming the door down, he turned and was shocked to see her pulling on the boots.
She'd pulled on the tank top, which finished just above her belly button and the skin tight black pants, which clung to her every slight curve.
His mouth began to water and Vegeta couldn't stop the raging feeling of lust that washed over him. He'd never have guessed she'd be so appealing dressed like that.
She pulled on the second boot and reached for the body armour. Just out of her own satisfaction and curiosity, she tugged and pulled it, being pleasantly surprised when it did indeed stretch. She pulled it over her head and wiggled a little to make it comfortable. She reached to fasten the strap, which was pulled tort and was biting into the flesh of her shoulder, only to have her hand stopped.
She blushed when she found Vegeta had rounded the bed and gripped her hand, lowering it to adjust the metal strap for her.
Both were red in the face and neither said anything. Arrah tensed slightly when Vegeta pushed her dreads back out of the way before returning to her strap. His fingers were nimble and quick, a clear sign that he was used to the task.
When he'd finished, the prince stepped back, but not too far away. Vegeta and Arrah looked at one another for a long moment before Arrah opened her mouth to speak.
"Than-..."
She'd not even finished the first word when his hand rose and a single finger touched her lips. The action was gentle, but final and Arrah stared at him wide eyed.
Instead of moving or saying something, he leaned in to her and before Arrah knew what was happening, his lips touched her neck, above the spot Raditz had bitten her.
Instantly, she froze, sparks tingling through her skin and down her back. She remained perfectly still while the prince pressed another couple of soft kisses to her skin, his confidence building with each kiss.
Suddenly, just like in the bath, Arrah screamed as Vegeta sank his sharp teeth into her neck. Her hands shot out, clutching and clawing at his shoulder guards, her body convulsing with overwhelming sensations of both pleasure and pain. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she totally missed the surge of the prince's body against hers.
Vegeta wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him while he sucked and bit at the fresh mark on her neck. He felt Arrah finally relax in his arms and melt against him, sighing softly as she draped her arms over his shoulders and rested her cheek against his shoulder guard.
She couldn't resist the blissful feeling that came with Vegeta's manipulations and Arrah allowed her eyes to close. She basked in the subtle and somewhat pleasant feelings that ran riot through her young body. It felt like every nerve was being massaged and tugged at the same time, leaving her both relaxed and shivering with toe curling sensations.
There was a soft hiss of the main doors opening and Arrah's eyes cracked open.
Nappa entered the room in silence, trailed by Raditz. The older of the two didn't seem to notice the events beside the bed, his path heading toward a large, heavily cushioned chair.
Raditz, however, glanced up from his feet as he'd walked through the door. His eyes nearly fell out of his head when he saw Arrah in Vegeta's arms and he turned white.
Arrah saw his expression, but didn't register it at first. She saw the heartbreak that passed over his features before Nappa finally realised what was happening.
"Wow..." The bald Saiyan yelped, covering his eyes with his hands and peering through the fingers with a smirk.
Nappa's voice broke whatever spell had fallen over Vegeta and the prince wrenched himself away from Arrah as if she were electric.
"Raditz..." Arrah couldn't help but gasp once free of Vegeta. She slapped her hands over her mouth, feeling so very guilty when the man in question turned and hurried from the room.