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Power Play

Bulma watched the slaves dragging box after box in her laboratory. She eventually had no choice but to rid Frieza's system of her virus or she would risk accusations of being involved. Her plan to focus Frieza's attention on Cooler was working. Unfortunately that also meant there was more pressure on her to work on Frieza's secret project.
Bulma sighed and gave Char a nod, "Let's setup that POS, Malaka expects my first report tomorrow!"
Char didn't look at her. She simply grabbed a wrench and began working.

oOo

Bulma sat astride the chair, her arms dangling over the backrest, as she scrolled through the blueprints on her tablet. Her face was stern from concentration, tipping the chair forward. Bulma had been racking her brain trying to figure out to what sort of machine the plans could belong to, but she didn't have a god damn clue.

She still wasn't any closer to finding the purpose of the machine. The insight she had so far was very limited and Frieza's scientist, that ugly bird Dr. Malaka, fed her as little information as possible. She only new that she was working with a small part of a much much bigger set up and that it was for utilizing matter of some kind. She also new, that the whole thing gave her a very very bad feeling. She needed to find out what Frieza's project was. Not that she hadn't tried. She had swiped every folder, file, database and server, but NOTHING. Not as much as a footnote. Frieza had been very thorough in not leaving any traces behind, which gave Bulma an even worse sense of foreboding. Whatever Frieza was planing must be very bad. She had to stop him.

Bulma sighed. Not that she didn't already have enough on her plate, with overthrowing Frieza, Zarbon's advances, Char's jealousy, keeping the Saiyans in line and last but not least Vegeta. If things weren't so serious, she'd break down laughing. The pressure and stress where gnawing away at her.

The smooth sound of the door to her room opening gave Bulma a start and her chair tipped. She caught her balance in the last second and glared at the intruder, "Damnit Vegeta! Just because you spied out my code and I can not change it, doesn't mean, you can just walk in on me! Did no one teach you any manners?!"

"Pity you weren't naked."

For once Bulma was at a loss of words. Her mouth stood open, but no sound came out. The Saiyan stood there, legs apart, arms crossed - his aura was confident, down right cocky and Bulma had trouble tearing her eyes away from his biceps. Did he look even more muscular? His chest seemed broader, his thighs were thick with hard muscle. He must have given her gravity bands a good run for their money. Bulma felt the unruly urge to rip off his clothes, so she looked in his face instead. It didn't help. There was still some bruising, a light shade of blue on his cheekbone, from his clash with Zarbon. Holy shit, he looked fucking delicious.

"What do you want?"

The Saiyan threw something her way. It was the controller for her gravity bands. The rotary button had a crack and was stuck.

"You broke it." she assessed

"Fix it." he ordered

"Bulma's brows furrowed in annoyance but she pulled a pair of small pliers out, "I'd appreciate it, if you'd be careful with my stuff!"

He let out a snicker and she heard him moving. He was behind her, watching her over her shoulders. Intuitively she inhaled, her heartbeat accelerating, as his scent filled her airways.
Bulma had trouble concentrating. Vegeta leaned in and her tool slipped, "Fuck."

"Am I making you nervous?!"

"Don't flatter yourself..."

Deftly, she bend the end of the wire and the button ran smoothly in its socket. Bulma turned to face the Saiyan.

Their eyes met. The air was sparkling from tension. His hungry look let her throat run dry.

The Saiyan kicked the chair, hurling her to her feet. Effortlessly, he lifted her off the floor and shoved her against the edge of the table. She felt his hard grasp around her waist, possessive, as he pushed her thighs apart. He leaned in, his chest pressing up against hers. He clawed her flesh and pulled her closer with a painful yank to her waist. Her knees were on either side of his hips - his gaze capturing her. He fixated on her like a predator.

And I'm the prey

The thought made her dripping wet.

She put her hand on his chest, his muscles a steely bulk under her fingers. She clawed the fabric and pulled. She felt his hot breath on her skin, the Saiyan let out a deep growl.

"I am no ones plaything!"

His lips lay on her carotid, feeling the blood pulsing though her veins, "Your body tells a different story, your heart is racing like a hunted animal." He bit down on her neck, hard. Bulma yelped. She grabbed his hair and jerked his head back, their gazes crossing for a heartbeat. Bulma pressed her lips on his mouth. Instantly, she lost ground, an insane feeling flooding her system. She had found heaven in this god forsaken hell.

She felt him going stiff, pulling away. He looked at her, "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Bulma cocked her head, trouble coming back to reality "I am...kissing...you...?!"

"Kissing...?!" he sounded sincerely confused.

"Don't Saiyans kiss?"

"How am I supposed to know?!" His hands were placed on her thighs and Bulma was well aware of the pressure of his touch, the dominance and possessiveness. It would be easy to get lost in him, cede control...

"Bulma's lips twirled into a grin, "I'm sure you'll love it."

"Fleetly, she slipped of the edge of the table and onto her feet. She flung her hand around Vegeta's strong neck, shoving her weight against him, she pressed her mouth on his. His lips were soft - enticing. She ran the tip of her tongue around, playfully biting his lips. She could feel him deferring, waiting, studying.

Preying upon the Saiyans surprise, Bulma forced him further backwards. As his shoulders made contact with the wall, she pushed her tongue inside. For a split moment nothing happened. The soldier was frozen. Bulma worked his mouth. Slowly, he regained his composure and returned the kiss.

His tongue was rough, the kiss hard. He snatched her hips and urged her body towards his. Bulma gasped, arching her spine. The Saiyan flung her around, caging her. They were making out like teenagers. Bulma had trouble remembering how fun passion was. She moaned and gasped, his smell in her nose, his heat on her skin and she let out a sound of protest, when Vegeta broke their contact.

His face was flushed, even a bit breathless, but he gave her a wolfish grin "I like kissing."

"You are a fast learner for sure."

"I'd long be dead, if I wasn't." he replied slyly.

Bulma rolled her eyes and leaned in for round two. He tasted so good! His hands trailed to her stomach, tearing on her shirt, there was ripping and his hands lay on her bare belly. Her skin prickled. She moaned. His hands moved lower and lower, making Bulma's heart beat faster and faster...
The heat was pooling between her thighs, every thought centered on the Saiyan's touch.
Vegeta grinned in their kiss.
He was rubbing and teasing her, his fingers wet. Her legs threatened to give way, but he'd pinned her, there was no escape.

"You will cum for me..." he ordered quietly.

She was so close, the Saiyan had found the right spot. Burma's breath faltered, moaning she pressed her head against Vegeta's collar bone...she was so close...he kept rubbing and her ball of heat was about to explode, her muscles began contracting and...his fingers were gone. Bulma almost lost her balance, her knees weak. Her eyes flipped open, staring into merciless black.

"Look at you, all wet, like a bitch in heat", he lifted his fingers, wiping them dry on her pants, "Two can play this game."

"You god damn son of a bitch!"

Vegeta snickered, "You really think, I'd forget the little stunt you pulled on me?"

Turning away, he grabbed the remote control for the gravity bands, his tail lightly brushing her breasts.

"SAYIAN ASSHOLE!"

He listened with smug complacency to her cursing as he left the room, highly satisfied with himself.

oOo

She walked down the corridor. Her heart was drumming so hard in her chest, it felt like it wanted to bust her ribs. But she was determined. No one would stop her from seeing him. Her mind felt numb and focused at the same time. She lifted her arm, and entered the access code. It hadn't been hard to spy out. That bastard was careless. Char found herself in Zarbon's quarters, empty, as expected.

The door in the far end was closed, but she could feel the weak energy behind it. For minutes the slave stood there, petrified. She looked at her palm, the followed the course of the thin scar with her eyes, and her body went rigid. Quickly she moved and pushed the door open.

A shape crouched on the floor. A thick ring of steel was around his neck, anchored to the wall with chains. The slave girl was stunned from the sight of his abused body. He was strewn with wounds and scars. Some violations looked old, others were fresh, blood running. Her stomach turned and she fought down the urge to vomit.

He stared at her with blood shot eyes, "Char..." his words were a hoarse crackle, "Sister..."

"I had no idea, that he...h-had you." Her voice broke, hot tears wetting her face, "I thought you were dead."

"He won't let me die."

"What has he done to you, Liyd?", she fell to her knees and pulled her brother close. He was gaunt, she could feel every bone. He didn't react to her embrace, "It doesn't matter. I'm getting you out of here."

"No!"

"What?!"

"This is were I belong. My Master wants me here." His stare was empty, words hollow.

Char didn't understand, "I have everything planned. We've been pushed around enough. We are leaving. Very. Soon."

"NO!" His gaze got hectic, "If I go, he will punish me...a-again."

"Liyd!"

"I won't...I...w-won't...please..." He was shaking, his body rocking back an forth. "I will stay. Not. Leaving. No. No."

Aghast she starred at her brother, "What has Zarbon done to you?"

He withdrew himself, crouching back into the wall.

"LIYD!"

But he didn't react to her anymore. Huddling he stared right through her, his hands grasped protectively around his middle. Suddenly Char felt weak, defenseless. What had happened to her brother, her rock, her partner. Her ruthless leader when they had run their city, led their clan? His authority, his confidence, his strength?

He had been broken.

Her brother was gone.

oOo

Damn, he'd wanted to fuck her senseless right against that wall. The Saiyan exhaled slowly. This had been worth it. She knew her place now.

His erection pushed against his spandex. He was so hard. Where was that bloody slave, when he needed her. He needed release.
Vegeta found the closest bathroom stall and locked the door. His hard dick sprung free. He stroked himself, as he imagined fucking that blue minx into submission. Vegeta groaned, as he came hard. His breathing was strained, but his shoulders softened, as the tension left him.

He tilted his head back, grinning. Next time, he'd fuck her brains out like there was no tomorrow.
His thoughts jumped when he heard someone else enter the room, he quickly made sure to suppress his power so no one could detect him.

"Yes, I accept the transmission."

Oh great, it was that idiot Cui. Now he was going to have to sit through some pathetic booty call between a squid and who knows what.

"Lord Cooler."

Wait, what?! Maybe this woulbe be more interesting than he'd thought.

"I stand ready for your command…Yes…I'll be sure to have everything ready for your arrival…no, Frieza is unaware…the Gynu Force is still far from base and he keeps Zarbon at his side. He is preparing to make a move against you, but I don't know how, I do know it has something to do with sector 57. Apparently there is something valuable there that he wants to have for himself….Yes my Lord Cooler, I await your orders."

Vegeta heard the transmission end and Cui exited the room.

"Very interesting indeed..." the Saiyan grinned.

The sound of his scouter beeping pulled him back into reality. He'd received a message. His smirk faded as he read, a nasty hot ball began burning in his guts. He wasn't ready for this.

oOo

The mess hall was one of the busier places on the planet, outside of the training halls, it was a place for food, fellowship, and, most importantly, gossip.

"Did you hear? Cooler is coming to Frieza 1." A lank green frog-like alien was talking to his friends.

"Where did you hear that, Spoork? Not more rumors from your cousin."

"No, this comes from Spiol, my friend in the comms room. It's an official visit and everything."

"I heard that he is the one causing all the trouble with our COM's and scanners and stuff. Do you think they're going to fight? Frieza always gets in a nasty mood when he's around."

"Yeah, it's probably a good time to pick up a mission or two, the further away the better."

"What do you think, Raditz?"

On the next table over sat Raditz minding his own business for all anyone else knew. "I think that Big Booty Jugs weekly is recycling it's tits." He leaned over and turn his magazine around. "Tell me that's not the same set of knockers that made boob of the month last quarter."

"Ewe gross, Rad, I don't want to see fleshy mammal gland porn. There's not even any mucus layer."

"Awe, you skin breathers are all the same, no account for taste." He took back his magazine.

"Don't bother asking Raditz anything, he ain't got no brains anyhow."

"Hey, I've got brains. I know because once a brain slug went after me pretty good."

"What happened, did it die of starvation?" Then the whole table of little green aliens started to laugh.

Rising up from the table, Raditz towered over the group, "What did you say, tadpole?!" They all cowered and ran away.

Over his scouter he could hear Nappa laughing, "That was pretty, fuckin funny. Starvation, ha!"

"Shut it old man. Did you get all that."

"Yeah, the rumor is traveling fast. Perfect."

oOo

Frieza stood before the holo screen. His eyes set on a blinking grey dot, that moved on the map. The radars had picked up on Coolers signal. His ship had taken course. He was on his way and with every blink of that shit dot, Frieza's tension rose.

The lizard was nervous. Right now, he was vulnerable, exposed. The virus was gone, all systems back to work, but order hadn't been restored yet. He had lost lots of credit, time, planets, buyers, and battles while that pesky program was doing its work. His fighting forces had been scattered across multiple galaxies with no contact to headquarters. He needed time to regroup, bring order to the chaos. A riot had broken out in Sector 8. He had to send the Ginyu Force to put it down. But now they were on the outskirts of his empire and wouldn't make it back in time before Cooler's arrival. This weakened Frieza's position even further. To cap it all off, his soldiers were starteing to question his leadership. Individuals had deserted, already. Frieza needed to demonstrate his power, reestablish his command. There could not be any room for doubt within his ranks. But with Cooler in the picture...his brother would take advantage of this situation.

Be damned Cooler

Someone entered. Frieza exhaled. Maybe this would take his mind of things for a bit.

As the Saiyan set eyes on Frieza, a cold sweat broke out on his skin.

"Vegeta."

At the sound of Frieza's voice, the Saiyan's body submitted, before his mind caught up with what he was doing and he bowed deep, as he fell down on one knee, "You have sent for me, my lord."

The lizard moved towards him. His smell, that was so familiar and that he despised so deeply, hit him cold. He muscles contracted uncontrollably, he trembled.

Frieza came to an halt, his eyes set on the shaking arm that lay on Vegeta's thigh, "Ahh, what a rare sight. A tamed Saiyan Prince. Seems my punishment left an impression this time."

Vegeta didn't react. He couldn't. The Saiyan was still in shock from their last encounter. He didn't dare to provoke him. The abuse was to fresh to painful...he was submitting and he hated himself for it.

"Answer me, monkey!" Frieza's words had a dangerous edge, but in truth, he was enjoying himself. It had been years since Vegeta had been this submissive. He missed the times where the Saiyan boy had been pliable and easily controlled

Vegeta kept his eyes down, "I am your loyal servant, Master."

"Don't lie!" Vegeta felt the tip of the lizards tail on his chin. He tensed, ready for the strike, but Frieza only lifted his head, "I always knew, that you were special, Vegeta. That's why I took you. I knew, I wouldn't be able to break you. Though I tried. All the pain I put you through. And still, you have never been mine completely."

"Saiyan pride, my lord."

Frieza chuckled, "Saiyan pride indeed..."

His tail moved from Vegeta's chin to around his throat, where it tightened uncomfortably. Frieza slowly squeezed his windpipe until the Saiyan couldn't breath. He didn't dare struggle.

Their gazes met. Vegeta knew exactly what Frieza wanted and he gave in, "Please, Master."

It always surprised him, how deep and thoroughly Frieza had controlled him as a boy. He recalled Frieza's twisted teachings and his inability to fight it.

Triumph crossed the lizards face and he let go, "...though, it is so much more than that. You can't imagine the frustration you caused me, prince."

Frieza signaled him to rise and Vegeta obeyed, "Pour me a drink Vegeta, will you."

The prince's gaze hitched and Frieza smiled sweetly, "We haven't done that in a while, have we."

"No, Master. Not since I joined the elite forces."

Vegeta hesitated for a moment, then he went to the crystal goblet, that stood next to Frieza's throne. There was no carafe, only a blade. Vegetas face was unreadable as he picked it up, brought it to a scarred part of his skin and opened up a vein on his arm. Dark blood sputtered and the Saiyan filled the goblet with his own blood. Nothing spilled. He'd been taught not to. Countless times, he'd been forced to serve like this.

Freiza caught his wrist and sucked on the cut. It didn't come as a surprise, but it took Vegeta everything he had, to not pull away. Repulsion filled his every fiber, as he waited for the lizard to finish.

Frieza licked his lips delightfully, "I'm pleased to see, that you haven't forgotten what I taught you."

At first, there was no reaction. Only the Saiyan heart beat accelerated, as messy snippets of his early years in service flashed before his eyes. A lonely Saiyan boy, pain, desperation, tears, humiliation, hate.

The prince bowed, as he handed Frieza his drink, "Your lessons aren't easily forgotten, Lord Frieza."

"I see. I was very...thorough with you."

He sat down on his throne and Vegeta took position next to his master, as Frieza took his first sip from the blood filled goblet.

It felt strangely familiar to both of them.


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