Chapter Ten
The Saiyan patrol stepped up the pace as they pushed their way through the battering winds and blinding sands.
The top Elite guard and Sergeant of the army; Nappa was leading the way, pushing through the harshest conditions the planet Vegetaseii had to offer, his men were on a tough training regime to become new recruits for the elite guard posts at the palace.
It was certainly the toughest challenge to be had on the entire planet, the gravity was much harsher and the climate much hotter it was unsurprising that few dared venture out this far.
It predictably was also a favourite training spot for the hotheaded prince.
The other six men were trailing behind all suited and booted with the super heavy training armour, and the weighted boots acting as a training mechanism.
A large camel like creature following close behind them with bottles of water and leather backpacks upon its yellow matted fluffy fur. They looked as though they'd been tracking for days; the armour was bleached from the sun, and the grains of sand and stains of sweat clearly evident.
Each soldier looked exhausted and drained, none were smiling as they marched in one another's footsteps shielding their eyes from the blinding sand in the wind.
"There's something over there!" shouted one of the guards to Nappa, as he rushed ahead to point the small dot out to the bald Saiyan leader.
Squinting Nappa looked to where the trainee was pointing, and sure enough he could just about make out a young girl cowering under a rock face; licking his lips at the possibilities he waved his men over into her direction and they began to walk against the huge winds and into the path of the storm.
As the wind died down, and the sand stopped blasting into his eyes Shirk snapped his head around to try and search for the pretty little servant girl.
Her skirt was scattered a few metres ahead of him, and just beyond that a huge sand dune that hadn't been their before the storm had emerged.
The landscape itself had changed significantly in that short space of time since the dust wind had began. Rocks had been moved, along with the sand that had shifted and new towering dunes had emerged from the heavens.
Sunlight blasted through the darkened clouds, and suddenly in just a few seconds the temperature increased rapidly until Shirk found his bare chest burning with the heat.
Rolling over he uneasily stood onto his shaking feet and squinted through the new surroundings trying to locate Bulma.
If word got out he'd tried to rape her, he was almost certainly a dead man.
"Are you okay missy?" Nappa asked gently as he lifted the shuddering Bulma and perched her against the rock face.
One of the guards pulled a large bottle of water from the great fluffy creature and handed it to Bulma before stepping backwards.
Nappa could not help himself as his eyes wandered to her gorgeous body, snapping himself out of it he remembered his duties as the leading Royal guard, he had to be three times her age she couldn't have been any older than the prince himself.
However she most certainly was a very beautiful female, there was no doubt about that.
Bulma did not reply, as she took a long deep swig of the water then pushed her head back slamming against the cliff.
"Whoa whoa, don't do that, you'll hurt yourself!" Nappa said quickly as he pushed his hand behind her head and indicated for a guard to pass him some material.
The same man pulled some red towels from a bag along with a white sheet in which Nappa prepared to wrap the mysterious female in; she hadn't said a word to any of them yet the tail was a clear indication that she was a Saiyan.
"Here, I'll let you-" Nappa was interrupted as Bulma took the sheet and quickly turned away wrapping it around her half naked body. Thankfully she still had some underwear, but it didn't feel to be enough in the presence of these big dominant burley men.
The men looked to one another, before one spoke up. "Sergeant Nappa, shall I send a message to the castle?"
Bulma took a deep breath of air, before leaning against the rock for support suddenly feeling really weak at the knees. She was glad of the strange men; the older one seemed really nice and had even given her some water and garments to cover herself with.
They were her saviours, now the violent dust winds had died down, Shirk would no doubt be out hunting for her and extremely peeved for losing his beautiful blue haired virgin.
Somehow Bulma could not find her voice, she wanted to tell the group of men everything so they could take her to a safe place and protect her from the fat evil man but something in the back of her mind prevented her from saying a thing.
She now had the crystal white sheet flowing around her like an ancient Greek gown, it was true Bulma did have the uncanny ability to make anything look nice, even in her terrible state she resembled an ancient goddess with long blue flowing hair.
To all the guards not just Nappa she looked irresistible.
"What brings you out to these parts girly?" Nappa asked politely as he looked straight into her big blue tear stained eyes.
Swallowing a gulp of air, she managed to muster enough courage to tell the guards the story about Shirk. She didn't want to talk, but felt there was little choice in the situation, if she remained silent they might believe her to be a third world Saiyan living in solitude…
She missed out about her evil step aunt and the fact that she knew him, all they knew was enough to find Shirk and arrest him and with a bit of luck send him to the castles dungeons.
Rape was one thing that the King could not tolerate, along with treason.
It was one of the cruelest and unnecessary acts a person could carry out and on Vegetaseii the penalty was very high, although especially on the streets it was copious; fuelled by the females with no choice but to sell their bodies and the hungry space pirates in need of a pure Saiyan to deal with their needs.
"Right, you shall come back with us and we will ensure your wellbeing. I'll send some troops this minute to hunt the bastard down."
Bulma shakily walked over to one of the guards, he was a tall man with long dark brown spiky hair, obviously not a full-blooded Saiyan but he looked very friendly compared to the others. Somehow he reminded her of Goku, suddenly it hit her that she would have to live with him their was no way she could go back to living with her aunt.
Of course that was if the rest of his family agreed.
"Am I going to… have to go back to the castle?" Bulma whispered to her chosen guard, she hadn't even told them her name no questions had been asked and somehow she felt better that way.
The guard turned his head slightly as he loaded the empty water container onto the large hairy animal and then nodded his head. "Yes, we will keep you with the servants at the castle until the King makes up his mind what to do with you."
Bulma felt slightly hurt and surprised at the same time, surely the King would need to release her again, although if she stayed in the palace their would be no need for her to live with her aunt and two cousins. Of course if Shirk returned back, that would certainly be out of the question. Bulma wished something really bad could happen to him at that very moment.
Somehow in the back of her mind she knew that Goku would not be able to provide a semi-permanent home for her, it was just to small for any more Sayans it wouldn't be fair on any of them.
"Of course, if you have a home to go to that's no problem… we just can't have anymore girls wondering the streets it's becoming to much of a problem and this stuff happens…"
The guards had assumed that she was a third class peasant living in the gutter, now Bulma really did feel rock bottom.
The only reason she'd put up with her nasty escort of an aunt was the fact that without a home she had no choice but to live on the streets or work in space, also because she couldn't just pack her bags and give up; that was the cowards way out and she was a true fighter. The fighter her parents would have wanted her to be.
Her pride could never allow it… what was left of her pride in any case; Shirk had certainly shattered that well along with any form of courageousness she'd once had.
Still she could smell his scent, not only was it being carried along in the wind, but it was also imbedded into her armour and long blue matted hair. The sheet only served, as a means to cover herself from the eager eyes of the Elite guards it did nothing for the horrifying scent.
The only thing that could cleanse that was a hot bath, and a good sleep.
Something Bulma guessed she would struggle to get that night.
His scouter began to bleep, disturbing the young prince from ripping the posters from the pins securing them down.
Cursing to himself he pushed the small side button and received the incoming message, if it was his father he refused to speak to him, and if it was that stupid female his father had set him up with; he also declined to talk to her.
"What" Vegeta coldly hissed as he waited to hear who wished to disturb him this time.
The novelty of being the prince of a planet was soon wearing thin with the handsome young heir, the days were becoming increasingly stressful and boring, plus the addition of having a mate quite literally forced onto him by his so called father had blown his patience into oblivion.
A beautiful seductive females voice echoed through the receiver and Vegeta instantly grimaced, it was that stupid female Lylot.
She had long black hair, straighter than any that the prince had ever seen; although he hated to admit it she was a very pretty girl and she had a figure most men could only dream about it was perfectly curved with generous sized breasts and a little tight buttocks. However one thing Lylot did lack was modesty not that Vegeta minded this for all he cared she could flaunt her body to Freeza's crew, he did have a slight problem with it however when he was having a shower and she attempted to join him.
"My prince, when are we going to arrange these wedding plans that have been lingering for weeks?"
Vegeta could not contain himself as he growled down the Scouter, "Well my father has made a pretty good job of arranging my future mate so far, so he can do the rest woman."
Lylot angrily muttered something about men; before she placed her most seductive voice on that she saved for the prince and only him. "Are we going to have some pre-wedding fun later on tonight?"
"No" Vegeta paused, "Does that answer all your questions? I am very busy so if you don't mind I shall be excusing myself" under his breath he muttered 'Stupid whore'
Fortunately Lylot did not hear this last remark, she was too busy telling Vegeta of how she wished the palace to be arranged when she finally became queen, it was the prince who ended the conversation by ripping his scouter from his ear and throwing it into the corner of the main hall.
Stomping angrily through the hall leaving the posters of the ball, he decided the best thing he could do was go and do some training to take his mind off the impending nuptials and vent his anger out from everything that was getting under his skin. For the first time in ages, he found himself wishing that his mother were still alive; she had died when he had been just a tiny baby and he had very few memories of her.
He was sure that she would never condone to such a thing as an arranged courtship, it would be his duty to find his own mate not one that suited his fathers needs and met the requirements of being a prissy headed, moronic, demanding, egotistical brat.
"Mother…" Vegeta sighed aloud to no one as he powered up and took off into the bright blue sky heading towards his favourite training spot,
It was just a few minutes flight for him; but for some it would take quite a few long duelling hours.
The king watched his son fly over the palace gardens until he was the smallest dot in the distance; sighing loudly he turned away from the oval shaped window and back to his throne.
He remembered when he was a boy how he had taken the news about being forced to bond with Vegeta's mother, he had reacted almost as badly as his son and yet his own father had picked the best suited and most beautiful female the planet had to offer, and of course she had produced a perfect heir first time.
Blinking back a stray tear as the King reminisced about his beloved mate, he tried to plan how the courtship ceremony would go for the latest heir of the Royal family. Surely it wouldn't be long until the tiny sound of pattering feet ran back along the castle floors; he just wished the Prince didn't have to block him out the way he continued to do. It hurt like a knife slicing through his beating heart.
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