This chapter is M rated and contains sexual content!

Sorry that I kept you waiting!


Training

A fist crashed hard against Vegeta's chin, sending him flying against the wall. Dazed, he shook his head, but managed to roll sideways avoiding a kick aimed at his stomach. That gave him time to jump back to his feet, he moved forward to attack his adversary who's fist was once more directed at the Saiyan's face. He raised his arms to block a punch, but he missed the kick that hit him hard on the side, knocking him down.

"What's wrong Vegeta?! Am I to strong for you?!"

Vegeta inhaled sharply and got up. He was in one of the training rooms on Frieza's ship, fighting with Cui. Vegeta felt his anger rise and launched into an attack, landing a few punches before he was sent down to the floor again. The purple alien looked down at him, his expression snide, "There really is no point. I knew you were weak, but this...you're not even here!"

"Get fucked, Cui!"

Cui hauled off to kick Vegeta, but he caught Cui's leg and threw him backwards, "Don't make the mistake of underestimating me." the Saiyan's tone was dangerous.

The alien just scoffed, "Maybe you should come back when you're ready to face me, instead of this pathetic excuse of a fight. I don't waste my time on weaklings."

Vegeta clenched his fists blue aura flickered around his white knuckles, as he watched Cui leaving The next time he fought that prick he'd make sure to crush every last of his bones. Cui might have a stronger power level than him, but Vegeta had more experience in battle and would only get better. He was constantly fighting on the front lines, while that purple slug had been hiding behind the shields of Frieza. Vegeta despised Cui, but he had been right with one thing; he wasn't focused.

Ever since he brought back the girl he was tense and anxious. Something didn't sit well with him. Whatever Frieza had in mind for her was going to be bad. The lizard had been too pleased and determined to get her to work for him. All this, on top of being stuck here, didn't help his current state.

Prior to this current assignment he had been constantly pushing himself in various missions. He wanted to stay as far away from Frieza's attentions as possible, and he wanted to make sure that he was in heavy combat to increase his power and get stronger. He was determined that he would achieve legendary status and finally defeat Frieza. It had been a stupid coincidence that he was on the ship when Frieza was looking for a man to capture the girl. Frieza hadn't paid much attention to Vegeta over the last months, but now he was right back in the lizards focus and Vegeta didn't appreciate that one bit.

He put his chest plate back on and grabbed his scouter. If losing so badly to Cui wasn't enough, thoughts of the woman kept entering his mind. He was certain that his instincts were being triggered because she resembled a Saiyan so much. He had to admit, the first sight of her had been a shock. He had never met another life form that was so similar to the Saiyan race, outwardly because there would be absolutely no confusing her with a Saiyan if you were taking a power reading. Of course he'd react to her. It didn't help that Frieza had found it amusing enough to reduce him to her watchdog. He let out and irate growl. He just couldn't get her out of his head! Her blue coloring, the curvy figure...she was hot. Damn it! He needed to fuck something…else. Let another female take his mind of things. And he already knew who was most suitable for that job.

The air was soaked with the smell of soap and washing powder. Vegeta stood concealed in the shadows of a cabinet and observed her. She was bending over a pile of dark spandex suits folding them. Her slim figure and light red skin was hidden by the loose grey smock she wore as she worked alongside three others.

Suddenly, like she sensed his presence, she lifted her head and turned around looking at him. There was no movement in her expression, but she subtly jolted her head towards a door on the far end of the laundry.

Vegeta moved fast, silent and unseen by any of the other slaves. The door swung and he was inside the stockroom. He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, and waited. She had to make sure not to get caught with him. Sexual interactions within Frieza's army were strictly prohibited and depending on the respective rank punished. Vegeta would be beaten down and locked up; she would be killed.

The Saiyan's fingers drummed against his biceps, clearly growing impatient.

Finally the door opened. Not a second later, Vegeta had her bent over with her head pushed down to one of the stockroom shelves that held replacement smocks for the workers. He hadn't realized until that moment how ravenous he had been.

He heard her gasp as he ripped her smock apart; the fabric fell to the ground, revealing her naked body. Her aroma filled the air and Vegeta inhaled. He could smell her arousal and the faintest scent of himself on her. That's why he chose to visit her over the filth in the whorehouses that the other soldiers favoured; the smell of a thousand other men wasn't there to mingle with his thoughts. He had picked up the habit of choosing washer slaves because of their clean smell and the lack of attention they receive otherwise. This one has lasted longer than most, and he knew she took pride in his attentions…fool.

She was smart enough to know that he would never acknowledge her and that if she started fucking another man or demanding more than what he gave her, he would end her. To him she was nothing more than a toy to be used and when he finally broke her, he would find a new one. But he didn't like sharing his toys.

He let out a growl as he entered her with a hard thrust. His hands moved from her hips and wondered her body and clasped her breasts. Her choked moans and his deep groans filled the air, as he fucked her from behind. Her hands moved between her legs to stroke herself and him, signaling him to go faster.

Vegeta smirked, he knew she liked doing it hard. He moved her so her back was on the wall and lifted her legs to latch around his waist, so he could go faster. Her hands were around his neck, so she could hold on and keep up with him. Her yellow eyes looked into his onyx ones, and he suddenly felt like they were wrong.

He moved her again, this time she was pressed straight up against the wall as he held her arms above her in his hand. He quickened his pace. She wasn't weak, her body was able to endure his brute strength. Her breathing fastened and Vegeta felt her shudder as he released himself inside her.

He allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of her warm core mixed with his hot seed, before he pulled away from her.

Her bright eyes were scanning him as she walked past, pulling a new rag out of the shelves and putting it on. She picked up the torn remains of her last one and hid them in her pockets.

The Saiyan gave her a harsh nod signaling her to leave.

She obeyed without a word and was gone. Vegeta let out a strong breath through his nose. He felt better; the woman was swept from his mind and he felt like he could focus again.

He took a new spandex suit and a pair of boots from the shelves, and left the stockroom unseen. Raddiz and Nappa better found out some useful information!

oOo

Bulma was wrapped in the thin blanket and sat in the bed of her prison, there wasn't anywhere else to go really, since there wasn't any other furniture. She wound the blanket tighter around her body. She had been locked up inside here for at least a day now. Nothing had happened, besides a scared looking fragile alien that had brought her some food. It had shoved the bowl in her hands and left without another word.

That had to have been a good twelve hours ago. She had been alone since, and kept busy racking her brain with what she was going to do.

She had to make Frieza and everyone else she met believe that she was to afraid for her life and the lives of her people to betray him. It was crucial that Frieza wouldn't become suspicious of her. She had to act smart and prudent. She needed to find out how the machinery worked that kept his empire going; communication devices, data bases, command structures, supply chains, computer sys...her thoughts got interrupted when she heard someone typing in the key pad outside.

The door opened and Vegeta entered. His eyes scanned the room, trailing over the open bathroom door, the empty bowl, and finally settled on Bulma. He tossed something at her, "Get dressed.", he ordered in a harsh tone, crossing his arms over his chest.

Bulma was surprised, seeing him fullly recovered from his injuries, already. She looked at the thing on her lap. It was a grey spandex suit and boots, "No way in hell, I'm wearing this!"

She didn't move and he took a step towards her, grabbing at the blanket as she held it to her chest, "You are part of Frieza's army and are required to dress accordingly" he wasn't smiling or joking, "But suit yourself. If you prefer, I can drag you through the ship naked."

Bulma ripped the blanket out of his hands and got on her feet, "You would like that, wouldn't you?" she glared at him.

After a few moments of staring at each other, Bulma let out a long sigh and gave in, walking to the bathroom, but not without giving him the finger. She got rewarded with the vein pulsing on the Saiyan's temple.

Bulma let the suit run through her fingers. The material was surprisingly soft and flexible. She took her underwear from the sink that she had washed earlier and laid out to dry, put bra and panties on and slipped inside the suit and boots. It adapted smoothly to her figure and was comfortable to wear. It did however show off her curves. Back on earth, she wouldn't have minded, but on a galactic space ship full of mainly male, or seemingly male, aliens, didn't give her a good feeling.

Bulma glanced at the door, to make sure that it was still shut. Then she leaned inside the shower cabin and picked a bar of soap up. Bulma carefully broke it apart and exposed a little capsule, which she had hid inside earlier. The Capsule Corporation Logo and the number seven on it were scratched, but the capsule itself was intact. She pushed the capsule inside her bra, concealing it between two layers of fabric. Once she made sure, that the capsule couldn't be seen through the suit, she left the bathroom.

"Happy?"

The Saiyan's gaze wondered over her, but his expression didn't change, his face still a scowl, "Outside" he commanded.

Bulma didn't like being ordered around, but it seemed he was going to show her the ship and she couldn't miss an opportunity to gather information. So she walked outside, followed closely by the Saiyan.

Vegeta tapped his scouter. He'd been given information regarding the girl and what Frieza required her to know. The lines on his forehead deepened as he scrolled through the message, seemed like he was going to be occupied with her till they arrived on F1 in 4 days.

Fucking Fantastic

They walked down the hallway with Vegeta leading the way and Bulma sticking close behind him. The different aliens they passed all looked frightened when they saw Vegeta, but leered at her after he went past. She knew that the only reason she wasn't being pulled apart by the alien soldiers was the short tempered, spikey-haired man walking in front of her. She also noticed many female soldiers, most of them didn't regard her, only a few surveyed her curiously

They soon stopped at what looked like a medical wing. Vegeta turned with his usual angry scowl, "You will need to be assessed and trained in the med-bay. On F1 you will be working in a lab, but this is the closest thing on this ship. It has basic labatory equipment you can train on."

Bulma nodded, "Alright…Do you…Do you know what I'm supposed to be working on?"

Vegeta narrowed his eyes at her, "Get inside." He wasn't about to admit to not knowing anything, to her.

He followed behind her as they entered the medical wing. There were tanks and machines along the walls that had different species floating inside. Her scientific curiosity overpowered her senses as Bulma's attention was drawn to all the equipment around her, wondering what each thing did. Her thoughts were interrupted when Vegeta's hand grabbed her shoulder and pushed her towards someone in a white lab coat.

"Ah, is this the new trainee?" The doctor that had treated Vegeta before was looking over the woman next to him. "I see, She needs to go through initial assessment, a level 3 health exam, and begin training on lab equipment."

"What does that mean?"

Vegeta's jaw tensed, no one asked the medical team questions. You either followed orders or you gave them.

But to his surprise and further annoyance the medical officer answered. "Nothing too invasive, just some vital readings, fluid samples, and a scan on our cranial-musculature neuvowavetrometer to get some base level readings and a DNA screen, so if you ever get injured your file and stats can be uploaded to one of the healing tanks."

The doctor turned to Vegeta, "This will take about an hour, if you want to leave I can let you know when she is finished." The silence got awkward when Vegeta didn't move or say anything. "If you would like to wait here there is a seat over there." When Vegeta still didn't move the doctor decided that he had to continue with his exam. "Here is a gown that you can change into, it needs to be the only thing you wear for the scan. I'll pull the curtain so you can have some privacy."

Bulma looked at Vegeta who didn't show any sign of moving, "I'm not changing in front of you."

Vegeta took a step towards her and smirked when she shrunk back. Satisfied with her submission, he walked away to take his seat. Even though he had just released, he could feel the close proximity to the girl getting to him again and seeing her naked wasn't going to help matters.

A little less than an hour later Bulma was re-dressed and ready to go. The scan wasn't painful, and the doctor had given her an brief insight on what he was doing, but Vegeta cut the doctor off when Bulma started asking to many questions.

Afterwards Vegeta took her to get food and her basic supplies for her job while she was on the ship.

The rest of the day went by faster, with going to each department to get all of the things she would need to be on the ship. She was issued a tablet to do reading and research on the different equipment and systems that she was assigned to in the medical wing. An access badge and new linens and another suit for her to wear, now that she was processed she would be allowed a lab coat and light green uniform like the other med workers. When the day was finally done Vegeta brought her back to her room and left her there.

She would spend the next days working on the equipment in the med lab. It was highly advanced technology, alike nothing Bulma had seen before and the scientist in her couldn't get enough of it. Still, she didn't lose focus. She observed, what was happening around her, but to her disappointment she couldn't find out anything useful. She was constantly suprvised and Bulma made an effort to play her obidience and stay inconspicious. After the first day Vegeta didn't stay to watch her, but was there to bring her to and from the refectory for meals and back to her room. He wouldn't talk or interact with her, so Bulma chose to ignore him, too. It was like this until one day the ship landed on Frieza Planet 1.


As always, kudos to my Beta foxyrules. Thanks for reading :)

I might have stolen one or two lines from DBZ epispde 45 :D