AN: hello minna! Did you miss me! Well this story anyways! Writers block has at last been blasted back to the depths of hell where it so rightfully belongs ^_^ this story has long been due for an update I must say. Now go read and I hope that you like it ^.^ oh yes and to Nimbus, how is he like Goku! That's a horrible thing If I've done it, portraying him like Kakkarot shudders the horror, just wonder what it was that made ya think that, I'm not mad, I must say not much bothers me. ^.^
Last time:
"It sounds as if you value your tech," he snarled.
Bulma chuckled nervously, "Heh heh, yah!" But as long as you have that collar on I doubt you'll be going anywhere. She winked flirtatiously at the prince, "Maybe if your nice to me I can have that removed." His only response was a deep barely audible growl.
Chapter 12
An Ill Concealed Threat
A slam resounded from the far end of the dungeons and Bulma leapt to her feet. She glanced back at the prince who sat propped uneasily against the wall. He glared daggers at her daring her to run away. She really should go, if she was caught here… Footsteps echoed off the stonewalls and Bulma shrank back into the dark shadows of the cell so that she would not be so easily perceived by whoever was coming.
Her eyes darted over to the injured prince, it would not likely go unnoticed that his binds had been removed. The sound of footsteps grew louder and louder until they finally stopped before the cell. The dark figure glared a down at the saiyan prince, "I thought I heard something", he growled, throwing open the cell door, shocked to find that it was unlocked. And just how the hell did you get loose you saiyan trash?" he yelled, picking up the fallen prince by his neck. Yamcha reached back to punch the man, but found a small hand holding his arm back. He looked over to find a pair of bright blue eyes glaring from beneath a hooded cloak. He was even more surprised when the figure spoke.
"Yamcha, just what the hell do you think you are doing? I didn't think you were the type to pick on helpless beasts. Now drop him!" she ordered.
Yamcha hesitated for a moment before roughly dropping the saiyan prince to the ground. "Bulma what are you doing in here! You could have been killed or worse. It's like walking into a lion's den!"
"Shut up Yamcha they're injured and I highly doubt they'd be any threat. Besides," she said putting on her best pouting face, "I just wanted to see what they looked like. You know Yamcha I think they'd make wonderful servants don't you think? And with the collars on they are not any threat," she whispered running her finger enticingly down his chest. "Come on Yamcha you haven't gotten me any presents for a while, and I want a saiyan. They'd make exquisite pets don't you think?"
"Bulma they are dangerous! They aren't some innocent creatures that you can just keep as a pet!"
"Please Yamcha" she purred, "Wouldn't you just love to see this so called prince who has humiliated you so, be reduced to nothing more then a mere servant? I want to make him suffer personally for the pain and humiliation he has caused you." She smiled innocently up at him, and he was finding it increasingly difficult to refuse her. "Besides pet," she purred, "If you should decide to refuse me," she leaned in closer so that her lips brushed his ear, 'I'll just ask my father, I'm sure he'd love to hear of the abuse delivered to these people."
His eyes widened at the poorly veiled threat, He knew well that the king was a pacifist who would not tolerate such unnecessary violence. And Yamcha did not wish to ruin his chances of wedding the princess, however that did not mean he was ready to relinquish to her demands just yet.
"How about you simply take the women as servants then? Would that suffice my darling?" he purred into her ear.
Bulma stepped back and directed her gaze to the crumpled form of the saiyan prince who was regarding her almost curiously. She walked closer to Vegeta speaking to Yamcha all the while, ""No I don't think so. I want all the saiyans, and if not that, then at least this one" she said pointing to the bloody prince. "Besides I know you want him to suffer, and you know that I can be cruel when I wish."
"But Bulma…"he began but she abruptly cut him off.
"If you do not grant me this," she smirked maliciously, and kneeled down next to the prince and spread his blood upon her body, "I will inform my father that you have beaten and raped me. You will be dead before anyone ever discovers that the injuries are a falsity."
His eyes widened at his now blood covered fiancé, "Fine," he relinquished, "but only that one. I really can't think of a worse punishment for him anyways," he mumbled mostly to himself. Yamcha turned from the cell his violet cape whirling behind him as he made his way quickly down the halls.
"Oh, and Yamcha" she called melodiously, "Do send down someone to deliver my new slave would you?"
"Yes Bulma as you wish" he growled under his breath as he made his way out of the dungeons. He was not stupid, there was something going on between those two. Well she could have her fun for now, he decided. But regardless of her little 'toy', She would still be his bride and the Chikyuujin Empire would finally fall under the rule of Regal 7 as it was meant to be."
Bulma heaved a sigh of relief after Yamcha had departed. She slumped down against the wall next to Vegeta. He eyed her warily, his dark calculating eyes searching hers for an answer. Why would this strange woman be helping him or had she been telling the truth to her betrothed 'mate.'
"What?" she snapped, feeling uneasy under his scrutiny. She looked down at herself and grimaced, "Yuck, well this is disgusting. I'd really kill for a shower about now. I hope you appreciate what I've done for you!" she snapped suddenly. "Look at me I'm all covered in your blood" she stuck out her tongue in disgust.
"Done for me?" he scoffed. "From what I've heard I have just been sold into slavery. Do not presume that I would serve the likes of you."
She growled low in her throat, appalled that he would believe such a thing "You know I was just saying all that shit so that Yamcha would let you out of here! But you know if don't get a better attitude I might just have to punish you."
"Feh what could you possibly do?"
You forget Vegeta that that collar makes you horribly weak.
"I don't require your assistance woman and nor do I want it he snarled staggering to his feet, but almost immediately collapsing to the floor, however this time he landed in Bulma's lap.
"You are just intent on making me even filthier aren't you?" she snapped, but there was no real malice despite the sharp words. She was more concerned than anything as she gently ran her fingers through his dark unruly hair.
"Shut up woman!" he growled and tried once again to rise to his feet however this time when he fell it was into a state of unconsciousness.
"Arrogant bastard" she chuckled.
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how'd ya like that ^.~ well I finally updated show me your appreciative and review the story, I really wanna know what you thought of this chapter! If you don't Baruh-chan shall whack you repeatedly with a mallet ^.^ and you don't want that now do you?
