The smog above Saiyan City seemed to have grown denser overnight as Bulma stepped outside, shading her eyes from the sting of smoke from the smouldering ruins surrounding them. They left behind the base and congregated outside where cars and motorcycles rushed by, disregarding any speed limits that once had existed. Bulma flinched back from flying gravel as Vegeta walked down the sidewalk and observed his surroundings with speculation. She coughed into her elbow and squinted her eyes shut as he gave her a reminding tug on her leash to keep up, strolling down the block to ascertain the worth of their newly acquired city.
A group of cars rushed down the road, drag racing side by side. Vegeta stopped in place to observe the earth automotive with a smug smirk on his face.
"Hn. It must be thrilling for such puny humans to feel such a false sense of freedom." He mused, glancing at the concrete beneath him, and watching the way the sunlight fell and made shadows to tell the time in which the cars would reach them, which was little more than a split second. Bulma opened her mouth to scream when he darted directly into the road, and put both arms out, throwing her to the side by her leash with the action. She fell to the ground, panting, her eyes wide with fright as she watched to see Vegeta standing motionless; waiting for the cars to approach. They made no move to slow down, nor could they at this point as the rubber burned from their tires, ember tracks left in the asphalt. Bulma screamed, scrambling to her feet, but there was no escape for her as the drag racers approached, wind laced with brimstone, ash and the sickly sweet scent of burning gasoline making her heart race even quicker.
Vegeta ignored the squeals and the tugs on his wrist, holding his ground as the metal crumpled beneath his fingertips, dents made into the aerodynamic hoods of the luxury vehicles stolen from abandoned lots; until stuttering to a halt, the drivers inside screaming obscenities of disbelief and cursing the insane man with the unbelievable power, his arms alone holding back the vehicles with tires spinning in place, pouring out black tar clouds around them. Bulma rubbed her eyes, blinking, tears running freely down her cheeks as her blurry eyes managed to focus on what had actually happened. Soon, the screech of their balding tires turned to an insufferable din, the rims spinning on the asphalt until the tar began to melt. Quickly, the rumbling engines puttered out, and popped; engines smoking.
Vegeta pulled his forearms free from the wreckage, dusting off bits of metal as the drivers came out to stand around him.
"Hey, you little freak! Are you crazy?" The first man shouted, drawing two hand guns from his belt and scowling at Vegeta warily.
"How the fuck did he do that?" The next gasped, coming gingerly out of the totalled vehicle, a metallic sound ringing in Bulma's ears as she glanced over to see what it was. The drag racer pulled a silver sword from his belt, and aimed it at Vegeta, the katana shivering in its setting.
Vegeta blew some fragments of dust off of his arm, then looked up to see his challengers. "You're not so fast without your land crawlers." He stated, cocking his head at the long sword that was pointed at him, his tail twitching inquisitively.
"You wrecked our rides, man. How 'bout we just kill you and take your little woman?" The pistol wielder threatened with an air of intoxicated confidence, Bulma swallowing hard with anxiety. The both of them seemed high off something, of what she wasn't quite sure besides by the twitchy way they moved, and the dead, hollowed out look in their eyes. Vegeta didn't seem phased by the threat, only looking down to his wrist to deftly unhook her chain. "Hide." He growled, and released her with a dark stare that told her that running away was not an option.
Bulma's heart raced as her chance for either freedom, or death loomed before her, backing away quickly. Once Vegeta released her, she stumbled back, and hid behind a brick building. She couldn't help but to be curious, peeking her head around the side to see just how Vegeta would deal with the thrill seekers. It happened quickly, before she could blink, shots punctuated the silence, and she screamed with terror as Vegeta was pelted in the chest. Bulma didn't question why in the split second she feared for his life, frightened to lose him against the street hoods. It was something she hadn't expected, but her logic would later tell her it was only a matter of survival.
Vegeta may be physically stronger, but the thugs were strong only with their weapons, which were one shot and done, for her. Vegeta had some kind of use for her, but for his own, undisclosed personal needs. As for her future with the street thugs, she couldn't imagine being thrown into an even more ruthless world of sex trafficking, prostitution, drugs, an endless downward spiral. She didn't know who was the cruelest, and she didn't wish to be traded over to them with Vegeta's death. Somehow Bulma knew, and hoped that Vegeta was different than the other men, who would rape her the second they got the chance with her. She knew that Vegeta needed to stay alive, she didn't want him to die, not like this.
The pistols popped, skinny arms jerking with the release charge as the bullets bounced off Vegeta's armoured chest. Bulma gasped, hearing the clink of metal bullets on the ground. Perhaps they hadn't pierced him? What he did next was totally unexpected, her eyes widening as Vegeta came up close to the man, and stuck both of his fingers in the revolver barrels.
Bulma's mouth dropped, the cackling of the swordsman off to the side illustrating just how insane what he was doing was. After seeing how the bullets were easily deflected off his chest, Vegeta had to expect that they were too weak to pierce him, and impulsively jammed the barrels, knowing they would backfire.
"You're crazy! You crazy, little man!" The swordsman laughed, the pistol wielder grinning as he pulled the triggers. It wasn't a moment later, his eyes went wide and shrapnel pelted him, flames bursting backward as his guns backfired in unison. The blast blew back the bones and flesh from his hands, turning them into exploded stumps, the remaining metal melted to them. He stumbled backward, mouth agape with shock as Vegeta only strolled closer, the only sign of damage on him, two blackened fingertips on his crisp, white gloves.
"So, your vehicle is disabled, your weapons destroyed, you've no hands left to operate with. Now, what will you do, but die?" He inquired threateningly, and Bulma realized for the first time that Vegeta was enjoying this experiment with sadistic amusement; his frizzed up tail twitching at his back a sign of his excitement. She shuddered into her hand, afraid to look as the man shook his head, wordlessly, and Vegeta dispatched him with a ruthless jab, so quickly she couldn't see it. Bulma made a muffled scream as a spray of blood clashed with the black in the air, his throat split open. Vegeta hopped back from the splash, as any experienced killer would.
His victim crumpled to the ground. She felt waves of adrenaline rushing through her, fear, amazement. Her skin was prickling, the small of her back sweating as she watched him stalk towards his next victim. Vegeta's eyes were trained on the weapon he was holding, not fixated on the man before him at all, it seemed, he was merely fascinated with the sword he was holding. Vegeta pounced back just as the sword slashed through the air, hitting the ground with a hard thump; the steel rattling as the metal cried out against its master's improper handling.
Vegeta scowled, watching how the thug managed to lift it back up, and hoist it over his shoulder, charging forth at him with a triumphant bellow. Vegeta didn't move to dodge it, stopping the blade with the flat of his fist. He quickly reached to liberate it from the owner, twirling it away skillfully. Bulma stared in amazed wonder as he skipped back with surprising grace for a brutish saiyan, and caught the hilt in his hand, before sliding diagonally through the air; imperceptibly smooth. The only way she could tell where he striked was by the spurts of blood spraying out as the steel cut through the man's body and bone like butter.
She covered her eyes, but couldn't close her fingers to hide the sight as Vegeta finished, and shook the blood off the blade. The thug looked down at himself, then the blood began to spill from the multiple horizontal slashes across his body. His body fell away in wet slices that thumped onto the ground and fell, lifeless. Vegeta examined the sword with a dubious look, noting that it was quite thin, and very long, but sharp. He was accustomed to the saiyan broadsword, but this little katana was even faster and quicker to wield than the one he'd trained with as a child.
Vegeta bent down, taking his sheath, and a wad of cash from his pocket, tucking the earth tender in his armour. Vegeta slid the sword into the sheath, and buckled the sword belt around his waist. He smirked, pleased, then turned around to see that Bulma hadn't moved from her post behind the brick building. She gasped, realization dawning on her at last, and took off on a dead run. She hurried through an alleyway, hearing his angered curses round the corner, then his hot breath close at her back, she let out a giddy little laugh. Vegeta had just gained on her, before the nimble little woman slipped down beneath a gap under a metal fence, laughing as if the weak construction could stop him. He ran right through it, then over it, his mouth salivating as watched the flexing of her bottom in tight blue jeans, the scents trapped in the long, wavy blue hair now trailing behind her as she turned, the tendrils slipping around the corner.
Bulma ran as quick as she could, keeping her steps light, her breathing even as she panted softly through her nose and out, hiding the breaths with one hand as she turned to her side, and squeezed through a small gap in apartments, until reaching the back wall, and finding the fenced in backyard what was no more than a 9 by 5 foot space. She sat on the concrete steps there, regaining her energy. She had done it, she had truly gotten away from him before he could slice her up next like he did that one poor man. The images still never left her head as she slumped back, one hand on her pounding heart above her goosebump covered breast covered in a thin, white tank top, her hardened nipples visible through the fabric.
Vegeta tracked her movements with his scouter, the power reading of 2 wiggling through the narrow space, then staying stationary. He grinned smugly; that was the worst thing she could have done. He bent his legs at the knees, and jumped easily onto the roof of the tall apartment, walking across the roof, then walking off the side to gracefully land on a ledge juxtaposed just right of where she sat. Vegeta stood on the ledge of the brick wall above her, his chest rising and falling with the heavy pants he made, that weren't from exhaustion, but more from exhilaration. Chasing her was intoxicating.
His limbs tingled as his blood rushed through them, warming his groin. Vegeta stared down as she regained her energy, groping her own breast, one hand tucked between her legs. Insistent sensations rushed through him as the air carried her intoxicating aroma up towards him, his nostrils flaring, pupils expanding with his desire to capture that scent, bottle it up, and throw it down the deepest chasm for the annoying reaction he had to it. Vegeta jumped down, interrupting her self examination with a smug grin.
"So, you thought you could outrun me, servant woman?" The owner of bloody, gold tipped boots rumbled, the gold tinged ruby where it had run down in streams. She dared to gaze up at him, her eyes grazing over the thick ropes of muscle that made his strong thighs, encased in thin blue fabric. Bulma froze as her eyes trailed up to his groin, and couldn't mistake the thick, unmistakable bulge making a shadow on his tight blue pants. Her mouth fell open, then she slammed it shut again, brows furrowed in anger and bafflement.
"Do you blame me for trying to escape? I just watched you kill two men. Why does that give you a hard-on?"...but not me, Bulma thought as she snarled bitterly at him, scooting back on her bottom until she hit the wall, and Vegeta advanced further.
"I don't blame a frightened little woman for being true to her nature...you...don't feel the exhilaration, do you?" He gravelled, walking forth closer to trap her between his legs.
She gave chase. I can't let her get away...she's mine.
"N-No." Bulma stuttered, lying. Vegeta was silent, watching how she held her breath, staying perfectly still as she felt his heat radiating on her in waves.
"Turn your face this way." He panted, clutching her chin, and she did, quickly, squeezing her eyes shut in fear of whatever was about to happen next. He moved one shaky hand from her chin, and reached around to the back of her neck, removing her collar, and slinging it over his shoulder. Bulma went to touch her neck to rub the soreness and sweat from it, but she was quickly stopped.
"Don't." He growled, his breaths coming out rapidly as she heard the sound of fabric moving, Vegeta pulling aside the hidden opening in his pants to stroke one gloved hand down his shaft, staring at her sweat glistening as it dripped down her neck. He took a deep breath of her scent, and came close to collect it on the tip of his penis, smearing around in her moisture to lubricate himself. Bulma couldn't believe what he was doing, nor could she understand his thrill, his blood not boiling only for the satisfaction of killing her would be perpetrators.
The thrill of hunting the vixen down, his vixen had caused this aroused state, which was demanding her attendance. Her heated pheromones flooding from the spot in her neck had told him she had accepted him as the victor, and so he should take his prize. It was the lowest primal need he had, but it was urgent, as he stroked the silky, vascular skin of his cock across her pulsing, gulping throat.
"Stay perfectly still and close your eyes." He ordered, and she hesitated to answer, feeling his hot flesh on her as she was trapped against the building. What's he going to do to me? She wondered, puzzled, then nodded hesitantly.
"Don't hurt me." She said softly, and gulped, hearing only silence from him. Her skin… it's so silky, sweaty. Her scent is erotic. Vegeta purred, then gave her an answer.
"This won't hurt you… Silent, pet."
Bulma nodded, feeling in a shaky sense, reassured.
"O.. okay, Prince Vegeta." She answered, scripting her words wisely.
A pleased rumble came from him, and he neared closer to her. Curiosity betraying her, she breathed in and took in the warm, musky scent of his pelt of hair grazing across her throat. She opened her eyes just a slight bit, seeing what she had caught the scent of, then closed them tight.
"Good pet." Vegeta panted, then placed one hand on her head, and bent her neck to the side, creating a snug gap to fit himself in. Bulma's entire body quivered as he began to jerk his hips, groaning as he used her body in the least sexual way to please himself. Bulma stayed still, and counted her blessings that he only chose to utilize her neck today. It wasn't the worst sensation she had ever experienced, but it was the oddest thing she had done with a man, that was for certain.
Why? Why my neck, and not my lips...? She wondered, but supposed better her neck, then her mouth. With the strength of his thrusts, she knew she wouldn't be able to hold back her gag if it were her mouth. She could feel how long and thick he was, and it gave her an involuntary shudder.
Vegeta used his other hand to pull down the front of her shirt and look at her cleavage, but made no motion to grope her breasts as he masturbated. Bulma tuned out reality, images of the killing flashing through her mind as the motion in the gap grew more frantic, and more until he growled and bit down on the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning out loud, his legs quivering. Bulma felt his warmth spill down her throat, and allowed him to nudge her head to straighten her throat out, where now the skin was tingling with sensation, reddened. Bulma kept her eyes closed, and waited for his shaky command.
"You may..open your eyes...use this." He panted, handing her his glove. Bulma looked up, and her eyes travelled down to her neck, seeing the evidence of his orgasm, but not fully understanding his driving stimulus for it.
Is he truly aroused by violence, or was it… because of me? Though she couldn't figure it out, she confirmed it had indeed happened. She took the glove and cleaned her neck, then offered it to him. He shook his head, and she dropped the sodden fabric to the ground.
"That wasn't part of my plan. Understand? We don't talk of this to anyone. What happens between us, is our secret." He stated seriously, taking her chin in his ungloved hand.
"Our secret…?" Bulma whispered, then stared up at him with quivering pools of cerulean, reminding him of the color the sky was supposed to be on this planet. He gazed back, then his eyes flicked away quickly, his ears reddening in shame of his moment of weakness.
"I… Understand." She said with little strength, and closed her eyes as for a moment, she felt comforted by the caress of his warm fingers, but that was quickly over, once he reattached the leash to her black choker necklace.
"Good. Let's go." He snapped, pulling her up to his chest with it. Bulma yelped as he gripped her hard, and she wrapped her legs around his hip, hanging onto his shoulder as he suddenly blasted up into the air.
Once again, the smoke and pollution of the city burning, the vehicles still smouldering, made the weak little female start up her coughing again, covering her mouth with a hand, eyes watering. Vegeta rose above the smoke, and gave her a moment to right herself, before directing himself horizontally, and flying over Saiyan City, towards the west.
The wind ruffled through her bangs as Chi-Chi stared down at the ground beneath them, seeing familiar farmlands for miles around. They were in the Ox Kingdom. She took a shaky breath and squeezed her eyes shut; knowing that her punishment was about to come. She glanced at Launch, and the violet eyed girl smiled at her through Raditz's flowing locks of black like a curtain between them as he flew. Chi-Chi couldn't find it in her to smile back at that moment. She wished only to drop from the sky, and land hard on the dirt and die just so she wouldn't have to follow through with Raditz's plan.
The long haired saiyan landed on the packed dirt, holding both Chi-Chi, and Launch on either long shoulder pad, his hands gripping each by their bare bottoms only covered by thin straps of undergarments and lace. He took a deep breath of the manure enriched air, grinning as he exhaled, glancing around at the surrounding ramshackle buildings. A large barn was at the back of the property, housing a broken down tractor, along with some pigs.
He'd incapacitated every vehicle around the farmlands, causing his servants to have to do everything by hand, ensuring that if they did try to escape, they would have a long, long walk before they reached home. The outskirts of the Ox Kingdom beyond the outer farms were nothing but dry brushlands. Water was scarce, so much so that the heat became sweltering within moments of arriving.
"Oolong, Puar. You'd better be here." Raditz shouted, strolling around the farm casually, looking for any signs of life. Chi-Chi glanced at Launch again and she smirked, putting one finger to her lips. Chi-Chi nodded in agreement. The girls had stayed silent about the true identities of his minions, Puar and Oolong. Their shape-shifting talents so far had gone along without a hitch, Raditz not catching on yet to their true nature. The door swung open to the shack, and the demon pig Oolong made his way out the door, breaking off pieces of wood with his shoulders to fit his large frame through the door.
Raditz narrowed his eyes and scowled as the pig came to kneel at his feet, and then the demon cat, retracting his claws as he perched on his haunches. Puar had transformed into a man-like blue and white tiger, deepening his voice to fit his disguise.
"Yes, Master Raditz?"
"Master, you asked for us. What do you desire?" Oolong grunted, flattening his red, devilishly pointed ears flat to his greased back, black hair.
"Gather my slaves here for a meeting. Quickly, now." He said, stroking circles on the bottom with white panties.
"Yessir. Right away." Puar answered, and the two took off quickly. Raditz made a long, hungry rumble, his shoulders rising and falling as he panted harder in anticipation for what was to come. Moments later, a group of men came from the fields, being poked and prodded along by his Minion's weapons, Oolong a rake, Puar a pitchfork.
Chi-Chi held back her cries for Gohan and Goku, knowing that this would not be a happy reunion. Still, Raditz didn't drop them from their demeaning position, buttocks up for all to see. Chi-Chi squeezed her eyes shut and felt thankful she couldn't see their faces.
"Here they are, Master Raditz, just been working the farm." Oolong gestured to the band of beaten up looking men, and the saiyan strolled forward to examine them.
"Good. They look good and wiry. Hungry. Just how I like them." Raditz purred, seeing how the men had lost their body fat, making their muscle stand out harsher against their tanned skin.
"Won't you greet your master, men?" Raditz snapped, feeling irritated they hadn't done so already.
"Greetings, Master." The low, unenthusiastic men echoed, scowling at this man who had made himself their master.
"Pathetic." He snorted, and advanced on them, inspecting each of the angry, dirt covered faces until his eyes fell on Goku.
"Kakarot, how are your shattered knuckles fairing?" Raditz questioned with a snide grin, seeing how his gnarled hands could barely hold the shovel he was holding himself up with, the small child clinging to his leg, hiding from Raditz.
"They grow stronger with each passing day. Let me see Chi-Chi." Goku growled, stepping closer even though the others protested, attempting to hold him back. Raditz looked down his nose at him, tiling his chin back to laugh at the display of disobedience.
"Fine then, since you asked." He responded cooly, and let both women down from his shoulders, assisting them until their feet reached the ground. Launch and Chi-Chi regained their balance, but hesitated to run back to their friends and family, hiding behind Raditz nervously.
"Chi, come see me. Gohan misses you." Goku pleaded, coming a few steps closer, but Puar snarled and held him back with the prongs of his pitchfork resting on his chest.
Raditz crossed his arms and looked like the cat that got the canary, tapping one heavy brown and black boot on the dirt as he waited for his slave women to take a step towards the others.
"Go on now, see your loved ones." He snorted, and pulled on their leads to force them to face forward. Tien, Yamcha, Chiaotzu and the others looked on with confusion as the women stumbled forward, scantily clad.
"Launch? Is that you?" Tien asked, Krillin gazing at her with pained confusion in his eyes. "H-Hello. Don't come any closer to me." Launch said carefully, hiding her near nude body with both hands.
"Are you alright?" Yamcha asked seriously, and she nodded.
"I'm fine. Master Raditz takes good care of me, really." She responded softly, then looked up at him as he advanced. Raditz took her by the cheek and kissed her roughly, pulling her close for a moment to run his hands down her back and squeeze her bottom as his tongue slid down her throat, her helpless whimper making the others clench their fists angrily. Raditz pulled back, wiping his mouth, and Launch blushed deeply.
"Good girl." He purred, holding her close to him, her hand on his armoured abdomen.
Gohan whimpered and ignored his fear, a cry escaping him. "M-Mommy!" Chi-Chi turned her face at last, her eyes widening with each of his cries that cut through the silence. She heard a clink then, and watched as her leash fell away, limp to the ground. Raditz had unhooked it from his wrist, and glared down at her, a stern look in his dark eyes.
"Remember our plan. Why we are here." He whispered lowly, then pushed on her back, directing her towards her family. Chi-Chi stumbled, then broke into a run, falling on her knees to embrace Gohan. Goku came to his knees, but hesitated to hold her as he took in her white, lacy bra and panty getup, with nothing but a sheer negligee to cover his wife's body.
"Chi-Chi?" He questioned, scenting the air. His primal instincts guided him, as he took in a familiar scent he couldn't quite place, then another that was different entirely.
"Do you still have the olfactory of a saiyan, Kakarot? You noticed something is off, didn't you?" Raditz surmised, coming closer to twirl her leash around in the air. Goku huffed in the scent of his older brother, his face tightening painfully.
"She smells like..." He began, gulping.
Her smell is pungent with sex. Musky. I can almost taste it. But, it's muddled by... him.
"Raditz. You defiled my wife. You did this." Goku growled, clutching Chi-Chi to himself, though her scent was offensive to him, his instincts told him she could still be saved. If only he could wash her and clean her of this filth, she would be his again.
Raditz laughed, the sound of her leash spinning through the air making her anxious heart throb like a drum beat.
"No. Let go of me, Goku." She uttered, pushing off of him. She gazed up into his wandering eyes, her chestnut irises searching his for a seed of understanding.
"Listen. Raditz... He didn't do this. I did." She admitted, tears falling down her cheeks as Goku was taken aback, hurt flashing through his eyes.
"I submitted to him, Goku. It's the only way I can survive. I'm sorry." She whispered tearfully, looking away as she got to her feet, and ran away, only to fall in the dirt, sobbing.
"Is this true, Raditz? Did my wife... Did, Chi-Chi... agree..?" He asked, shaking, holding Gohan close to him. Raditz looked down at Chi-Chi and scoffed, booting her in the back as punishment. Chi-Chi coughed, holding her waist as she sat up, and crawled back from Raditz.
"She is lying. I took her, you idiot. She only wishes to save you from the torment of knowing that your precious little wife was taken without her permission." Raditz growled, glaring back at her angrily.
They had a plan, she wasn't supposed to tell him she was subservient to him. The whole idea of this ruse was to convince Goku to join their forces, if only he could have his woman relinquished as his reward. Telling him she agreed to participate would make her as ransom undesirable, a willingly unfaithful wife.
Goku curled his body down within himself, his hot tears streaming down his face, feeling immeasurable pain. And yet, he could do nothing with his gnarled hands. The alpha male had taken his claim, and injured like he was, Goku felt himself outcast from the top of the pack.
"Daddy... what's wrong? He hurt mom." Gohan shook him, sniffling back his own tears as the others watched with horror.
"You can't let him have her, dad. We have to get momma back!" Gohan urged, and the others began to agree.
"Get up, Goku!" Yamcha yelled, his hands gripping his own hair tight as he agonized over the events before him.
"Come on, Goku! You're the only one who can do this!" Tien shouted, making Goku's eyes widen. He looked up at his friends, and they nodded. Goku got up on shaking knees, looking at his own hands before him.
"You can't fight me with no hands, Kakarot. You couldn't even rub one out with those pitiful things." Raditz said, feeling no threat from him. Goku didn't care if his hands were broken. He could move them. He picked the shovel up from the ground, just barely holding on, and turned back to Raditz.
"You can't defile Chi-Chi again, not if you're castrated." Goku seethed hatefully, Chi-Chi gasping in response. Raditz widened his stance, and gestured down towards his groin.
"Just go ahead and take your shot, Kakarot. I won't block it." He offered with confidence, curling his tail around his waist.
"Don't fight him, Goku! He's a dirty rotten liar!" Chi-Chi shouted from behind Raditz, Launch holding her back.
"Be quiet. I'll deal with you later.." Raditz growled, watching as Goku stepped forward, the shovel shaking in his hands as it began to spark with a flickering blue light. Small tendrils of electricity went through the shovel, his hands surrounded by the light, giving him the strength to grip it once again.
Raditz was unmoving, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple as he waited for Goku to make his move. His tail twitched at his waist like a viper, posed to strike. Goku yelled as he made a running start towards him, then brought the shovel down hard at Raditz. He struck his shoulder pad with a loud reverberation, the shovel shivering in his hands as Raditz had dodged it too quickly.
"My jewels aren't up there, little brother." His chuckling voice phased past him, as Raditz came from behind, and kneed him hard in the back, his spine cracking from the ruthless blast. Goku stumbled forwards, hacking, falling onto his hands and knees.
He heard the screams and cries around him, but felt he could do nothing as he panted, and squeezed his eyes shut, holding his tears back.
"Daddy!" Gohan screamed, and Goku looked back at him, attempting a shaky smile.
"I'm alright s-son, go back to your mom. It's all gonna be ok..." He said shakily, Gohan hesitating to move from where he was, finding he simply could not look away.
"And you'll all die, happily ever after." Raditz sneered as he pulled the shovel off the ground, and weighed it in his palms, before gripping it, and bringing it down savagely over Goku's back, the flat of the blade colliding with his head, forcing him down into the dirt as the handle broke from the strike, and fell to pieces in Raditz's hands. He brushed them off, and placed his foot on Goku's already bruised and bloodied back, grinding the dirt into his wounds with his boot.
"No, Daddy! Get up! You have to!" Gohan screamed with all his might, but Goku couldn't answer him. Blood seeped down from his hair, and into his face as his eyes began to roll back, but still he struggled, attempting to crawl out from underneath Raditz's heavy boot.
"Crushed like a puny bug. Soon all your guts will be exploding out." Raditz hissed, putting more weight on his back, making Goku scream out in agony. His head hit the soil, and his eyes rolled back, falling unconscious. Gohan ran up to his father, hugging him around his wet hair mussed with blood, sobbing.
"You're going to regret that, Raditz." Krillin said lowly, watching as Gohan got to his feet, turning towards his uncle.
"You... you big... ugly, monster..." Gohan grit out through his teeth, his small body shaking, a golden light growing around him. Raditz rose his brows, and eyed him through his green scouter lense. His starting power level of 1 had skyrocketed, rushing through the hundreds, towards a thousand.
"Our blood is strong, Gohan. You feel it, don't you? A rush of fire coming up from your lungs. You're a saiyan, just as I am." Raditz purred his approval, but saw no threat from the child at this moment. He was strong, reinvigorated by his rest in the arms of his slave women.
"Come at me then, boy. See what happens." Raditz said with a beckoning hand, not threatened by the boy's power level after his training with Vegeta. No little child with a power level of 1,307 could best him. After their near-death training over the last three years, Raditz's power level was a hefty 3,600. Nearly as strong as Nappa, but nowhere near Vegeta. Nevertheless, he was leaps and bounds from his previous 1,600.
"Get away, Gohan!" Chi-Chi cried, but she was too late, as Gohan charged at Raditz, and the elder prepared for impact, holding both hands out to catch him as if he were nothing but a harmless ball rocketing towards his chest. Gohan screamed and dove head first at Raditz, but besides a clink on his black bracers as he caught the child by his head, Raditz was totally unaffected.
"Gohan!" Chi-Chi cried, pulling at Raditz's tail from the ground. He made little more than an annoyed grunt, and whipped her away with his tail, sending her tumbling away with a reddened cheek. Launch ran to her aid, helping her to sit up. Chi-Chi coughed, but other than a red burn mark across her cheek, she was unharmed.
"Are you ok?" Launch whispered, and Chi-Chi nodded. "I'm no delicate little flower, Launch. I'm the Ox Princess. I can handle being tail-whipped. It's my son I'm concerned about." She snapped angrily, and got to her feet.
Raditz gripped Gohan by his head, and held him up before himself to examine him. The child still growled, though blood ran in small streams down his face. Slowly, Raditz turned as the others watched in mortified silence, held back by Puar and Oolong. Raditz walked over to Chi-Chi, and placed Gohan in her arms. She gasped, and clutched him to herself tightly, kissing him on the head.
Raditz licked the blood off his palm, his tail swaying back and forth contentedly.
"Strong blood, your son. I'll be taking him home with me, now." He said, and watched as Goku got to his feet at last, his legs still shaking.
"Don't take him... Don't you dare hurt him." Goku growled, but Raditz shook his head.
"He's better off with his mother where there is food and a roof without holes over his head. I will make him tougher than you ever did." Raditz snapped, he hadn't wanted to take the nuisance of a child home with him, but he saw potential in him. He would only die here on the desolate farm, with a crippled father. Plus, now that Chi-Chi had ruined her chances of being desirable ransom, he had to up the stakes. Goku would surely join their army now, or never see his family again.
"Take.. good care of him, Chi-Chi." Goku pleaded, and turned away from the scene before him. He had been cruelly outmatched by Raditz. Chances were, if he fought him again, it would be his death sentence.
"Kakarot, will you join us now? Say yes. Join your Saiyan brethren, join your older brother. We can make you strong again. I promise." Raditz said with confidence, his statement truly genuine. If Goku joined them, he would honor his promises. If only, Kakarot would forget his existence as Goku, and become a true warrior.
"I'm not one of them. I'm not a filthy saiyan, and my name is not Kakarot." Goku said bitterly, scowling back at him.
"You'll regret not agreeing today. You'll regret ever disgracing our ancestors with your weakness. Today you were lucky, I only covered your mate in my seed, but what's to say next time I won't mate with her and impregnate her? What do you say to that, Kakarot?" Raditz spat, his lip curling back with his anger, eyes blazing.
"Just take his offer, Goku! Please!" Chi-Chi screamed angrily, frustrated by Goku's defeatist attitude.
"No. I won't join you. You're no brother of mine, not after what you've done." Goku stood his ground, though it felt unstable. Raditz cackled, his fists clenched in disbelief as his laughter turned dark and dangerous, a wave of red aura surrounding him. What little grass remained sprouting from the dirt quickly burned, with each step of his leaden boots that made dust rush out from around his heels.
"Fine then, you'll allow your older brother to claim her, the woman you love?" Raditz growled, balls of light forming in his hands.
"Never. Chi-Chi won't let you, Raditz. I trust her." Goku snapped back quickly, and Raditz tossed his head back and laughed, before glaring back down at him.
"Idiot. You'll see just how far trust, and your precious love will get you in the end..." He seethed, particles of dirt and rock beginning to swirl around him, caught up in the powerful flow of his energy.
Chi-Chi and Launch took that as their signal, and began to run, far, as fast as they could with Gohan in Chi-Chi's arms.
Goku didn't answer, though his friends shouted their encouragement, and screamed with their anger, they were only shoved back by his minions, having to keep up their appearances, or else be made into the Saiyan's dinner.
"Rrrrrrrgggh! Double...Sunday!" Raditz bellowed out with rage, and thrust his hands up into the sky, great waves of ruby death looming over the farm houses, before falling with a great rumble, the houses exploding as the others attempted to run for cover, the only one left behind standing, being Goku, who turned just as the blast approached him, and smiled.
"Gokuuuu!" Chi-Chi screamed, but she saw nothing. Only white and red that blinded her, as Raditz came up from behind, and scooped her and Launch up.
"Playtime's over." He sneered, and flew away from the destruction he had rained down upon them.
While Vegeta and Raditz were away, Nappa took this opportunity as time to play. He sat on the V.I.P couch in the back room, a cigar perched on his lower lip as a lovely black haired woman struck a match, and lit it for him. Nappa was surrounded by women, his own favorite being Panchy, resting on his lap with her arms around her neck. She closed her eyes and remained obediently snuggled to him, wearing a long, sleek translucent blue robe with furry cuffs, her lingerie set matching down to her sheer blue stockings, her feet in pink slippers with poufs. Nappa puffed his cigar as Mai served him, watching her over the flame until it was extinguished. The girl wrapped her arms around his thick bicep and snuggled him, closing her red kohl colored eyelids.
Soft jazz music came from the speakers, as the other remaining women danced for him, Hasky, Ranfan, and a redhead named Suno.
He eyed the girl with bright red hair down to her pert ass and purred; she was curvy, plump in all the right places, so many places to squeeze and knead her. Her large cinnamon colored eyes caught his stare, and she shied away, her blush giving away her aroused reaction.
He had found Suno hiding in the kitchen, dressed like she was ready for a long winter, hiding behind the cold freezer. He pulled her out, demanding to know whether or not she was a thief seeking shelter in their kitchen, or if Raditz had taken her as a slave. She regretfully told him that she was indeed taken, but somehow forgotten, and had been sleeping and eating in the kitchen up until now.
Nappa found Raditz's lack of care for the girl foolish, and told her to come and join the party, and ditch her winter clothes. The meek girl was overwhelmed and agreed, going along with Panchy's encouragement, telling her she would be safe with them. Suno was still wearing the tall, blue mink fur cap she came in with, but now instead of a bulky coat, she wore a royal blue set of silky lingerie with red lace frills on the edges, black flower pattern garter stockings, and red pumps. Her hair swayed at her waist, where her soft stomach formed into a plush hourglass shape. Thick hips, and legs that made Nappa's mouth salivate, desiring to have a taste of her sweet honey.
"Mister Nappa, I noticed you found little Suno to your liking," Panchy cooed, tracing circles on his chest. "I think she likes you." Mai whispered, with a giggle. She stroked his sculpted muscles, feeling how hard they were as she perched on his leg, wearing army green lingerie with red accents.
"Master Nappa, let us...take care of you. I'll go make you a tasty drink." Mai said seductively, moving her hips along his thick thigh, and nibbling at his throat. "No, I... I gotta stay on guard duty, girls." Nappa answered sharply, shaking his head in refusal.
"Aww, let Bunny take care of you, Mister." Panchy said sweetly, stroking the large erection bulging up from his spandex, using both hands to stimulate his wide girth. Nappa rumbled, looking down at Panchy as she freed him from the shorts, and kissed the tip of his meaty cock as she gazed up at him. Mai attempted to get up, but he gripped her tight around the waist.
"But, Master-"
"You're staying, Miss Mai. I don't want a drink. What I want, is what you want now." He growled heatedly, pulling her close. Mai's eyes widened with her panic, her plan to knock him out with a tampered drink not going how she hoped it would.
"Help Miss Bunny get me wet and ready." He ordered, and pushed her head down as his eyes returned to Suno. She gazed down at his lap as the two women joined in licking his upright member, tears running down Mai's face, as she spat on it to lubricate the beastly erection for little Suno. Suno lifted her gaze back up to his, her face flushed almost the color of her hair. Nappa grinned at her, the ember at the end of his cigar glowing as he puffed on it, leaning back on the leather couch, the women still covering his length with saliva, making a sheen on his long, vascular member, that twitched as he stared at Suno.
"Dance for me." He said ruggedly, blowing smoke out his nostrils as his tongue wet his lower lip and played with the stub of the cigar. Suno nodded, and began to dance once again, her arms thrust into her hair as she slowly gyrated her hips, and made the large white breasts spilling over her bra jiggle temptingly.
The jazz music grew louder, the saxophone's tune undulating throughout the room as the rich scent of tobacco filled her nostrils, her body growing more loose and relaxed by the minute as Hasky and Ranfan came close to caress her hips and kiss her cheeks, their hands stroking down her tummy and to her panties as they were instructed to stimulate her. Panchy and Mai began to work their hands up and down his cock now that it was well lubricated, licking and kissing the tip of it, Mai's deep blue eyes staring into Panchy's, their soft lips touching as they shared spit with his precum bubbling in it. The sensual matron showed Mai how to kiss, their lips meeting over his thick, bulbous head.
Suno's body tingled with thrills, gasping as Hasky brazenly pulled her panties down, and began to lick, and suck her clit as Ranfan opened the front closure of her bra, and played with both of her large breasts, sucking the rose colored nipples between her lips. Suno felt warm and sensitive, squirming beneath the other women's touch as Nappa was being stimulated across from her.
"Come sit on my lap, beautiful." Nappa purred, and Suno gasped, then was pushed gently forward by the other women, now both as aroused as her, they joined the other women on the couch beside him, kissing and fondling each other, as Panchy and Mai had already began to rub their wet lower lips together as they kissed, sharing the same aroused reactions. Suno walked up to him, her panties sliding off her black stockings, then stepped on by a red heel as she approached, and came to perch on his lap.
"Mister Nappa…You're such a big, strong man..." She moaned, as she gained purchase on his large shoulders, and sat her plump pussy on the thick head, too large to simply slip in as expected, but she was no stranger to this. She had kept warm in the arms of Frankenstein's Monster-like Android, Eighter many times once she had come of age, and found her womanly needs directed at him specifically. Eighter was very sweet, his patchwork, bolt studded cock almost as big as Nappa's, but the android wasn't quite as strong, or as handsome to her as Nappa was. Suno kissed Nappa on the chest, leading up to his leathered cheek, up to his surprisingly soft, tender lips as he used one hand to grip her hip, and the other to guide his member to her slit. Suno whimpered into the kiss as Nappa grunted, and pushed her down onto him, his girth stretching the little woman near to her limit as he sighed with relief, and pulsed his hips up just once to thrust half of his length up inside of her. Suno wailed, and clutched him tight as she felt his hardness making her plush walls give way, and pour her sweet cream down him as he slowly pushed deeper, grunting as he did.
The room was hot with breaths, and the mewling of women as they took turns pleasing one another, and if they were lucky, could have the stimulation of Nappa's digits as Suno and he were busy, stretching her pussy slowly and gently until his cock was buried deep inside of her, him holding her thighs apart to stare down at her reddened bud as she ground it on the base of him.
"Are you ready now, little Suno?" He panted, and she nodded. Nappa kissed her on the forehead, then took her by the hips and began to thrust up and out of her, strings of fluid connecting them as their flesh smacked, Suno crying out as she felt his blunt cock head hitting deep within her, then pulling back and manipulating her walls with his girth as he plunged up, and she down, enraptured in this dance of flesh with the saiyan man.
"Ye-ees! Oh, Mister-Mister Nap-pa!" Suno cried, her voice halting with each strike, his unrelenting thrusts shook her body to the core, her eyes glazed over with adoration as she stared back at him, her tongue hanging over her lip as he pulled her close for another kiss, taking hold of the little woman tight before bringing his hips up to rut with her quickly, moisture splashing out with each pump. Suno embraced Nappa's strong back and dug her nails in as she wriggled herself around on the base of his length, his cock stirring her up inside until Suno cried out with her climax. Suno drenched Nappa's abdomen and chest with squirting fluids once her body couldn't take the over-stimulation anymore, her dam bursting with a flood of feminine skene. Her head tilted back as she cried out to the ceiling, Nappa holding her firmly to his lap as his cum pumped out in thick gushes inside her, the saiyan's mighty essence pouring down her walls and out onto the black couch.
"You and Bunny can be the first to help me start the new Saiyan race," He chuckled, rubbing circles around the ring of her cervix with his leaking tip, being sure to get every last drop out inside of her.
"Oh, Mister N-Nappa, really?" Suno breathed out, blinking as if she would be flattered to bear his child. He nodded, letting Suno up, she laid on her side to rest, tucking her hands between her legs, sighing blissfully.
"Hybrid saiyans should be twice as strong, I say, the more, the better." What Vegeta doesn't know won't kill him… besides, I'm sure that blue haired little hussy can change his mind. Nappa thought, grinning deviously as he gripped his still hardened organ, pumping his hand down the length of it; offering it to whatever woman desired it.
"Who wants to go next?" He inquired ruggedly, he would go on to have all of them, as many times as they could stand to take him. The only one who could manage to sneak away was Mai, after Nappa became engrossed by Hasky, Panchy and Ranfan. His hands and body were much too occupied by pleasing them to notice that the meek woman had slipped away; hiding behind a velvety curtain. Mai stared at the debauchery going on before her with wide blue eyes, then looked away, shuddering. Her passion may have been awakened by the intimacy with the other women, but the last thing she wanted to do was become host to a hybrid like those savages.
I have to contact Colonel Violet, I have to get out of this place! I can't do this anymore… Mai sobbed, her hand over her mouth to keep silent. She crept away, her back flat to the wall as she saw Maron wander in, and begin watching the show, curiously coming closer to see if there was room for her. Mai sighed with relief, and silently thanked Maron for her foolish moment of weakness that would surely lead to her involvement in the orgy.
His white cape floated up, then whipped back around his legs as Piccolo paced, evaluating each of his soldiers with narrowed eyes, lifting one's face by the chin to look into his yellowed eyes, the pupils elongated like a feline. Piccolo smirked, and the soldier bared a sharp fanged grin at him.
"What is your name?"
"Piper, Sir." The progeny hissed back, and its father nodded.
"Good. Piper, I want you to go with Colonel Violet to Saiyan City. While with her, you follow her orders, understood?"
Piper nodded, a soft purr resonating from him as he lowered his head, and his long tail swayed behind his muscular back.
The other four soldiers returned to their posts at the front door and beside Piccolo's throne as Piper lowered himself into a prone position on one knee, showing his loyalty to his creator.
"Where is that girl?" Piccolo muttered, then turned away to fetch her himself.
Violet ran a comb through her damp, short hair that matched her name, then set it on the vanity. It was ironic how she sat at such a thing called a 'vanity', where vain women would primp and prime their already spotless features. She picked up a long tube of mascara, unscrewing the wand, and coated her lashes with it. She wasn't sure why she felt like applying it, maybe because she was in the princess suite, where everything luxurious was already in abundance. She could afford to use flower scented soaps and lotions, and sleep in silky sheets for once in her life, instead of using stripping lye soap, and sleeping on hard cots with rough burlap sheets.
Violet placed her red glove on her cheek, and admired herself in the mirror, blinking her eyes to flutter her lengthened lashes. She heard the sound of a throat clearing, and stiffened in her chair. She stood up quickly and her hand flew to her brow, saluting Piccolo fervently in apology.
"Sorry, Sir. I'm at your command." She said robotically, and Piccolo looked down and away, his eyes flicking at her face momentarily in confusion. Something was mildly different about her, but he couldn't place it. He did notice that her eyes were brighter, more lively than before.
"Sir Piccolo, I didn't mean to stay in my room so long. Do you need me?" She questioned, hand still at her forehead. He waved his hand dismissively towards her, and she relaxed.
"It's fine. Are you comfortable, Violet? Your… needs are met?" Piccolo questioned, looking away, towards her large queen sized bed.
"Oh-yes, most definitely. I'm in fact, living in excess in comparison to the soldier's barracks." She said with a faint blush to her cheeks, recalling how Piccolo suggested earlier that she leave the barracks, and come to this room instead. The barracks at the end of the hall were cold, and lacked commodities. Plus, he would be using them now for his soldiers.
"Good. We should have plenty of space, then. My soldiers are ready. Piper will go with you to find Agent Mai. Bring her back here, she can room with you." He said, gesturing towards the large bed, and figuring there was plenty of room for two small women to sleep.
Violet found her face heating up again at the thought of sharing a bed with Mai, but nodded quickly.
"Understood, Sir. Anything else I should know?" She asked, gulping as Piccolo stepped hesitantly forward and removed his turban, holding it in his hands as he looked down at her.
"I wish to formally apologize. I was rude to you, earlier. I…have lived on earth for some time, but I haven't learned proper… etiquette when receiving gratitude." He explained, the antennae on his brow drooping slightly as he spoke in such a way, almost demeaning of his status. Violet shook her head vehemently, clasping her own arms.
"You shouldn't have to apologize to me, I'm your servant. I should have never touched you, I'm sorry… As for how to show gratitude, a simple thank you should be sufficient. I was acting out of place when I hugged you." She responded softly, looking away.
Piccolo frowned, turning his hat around in his hands anxiously. He was trying very hard to understand why she was attempting to deflect what he knew to be true by her reaction, when she had cried and hid after he pushed her away. He clearly had acted wrongly, but now she was saying it was her fault. He didn't understand humans, and was realizing human women were even more complicated, yet… he didn't mind Violet being around, surprisingly.
"What I said before about needing your advice, Violet. I still require it. Tell me, what should I have done in response to your.. hug?" Piccolo asked seriously, and placed both of his hands on her arms above where she was gripping them. After all, he was her King, wasn't he? She should never lie in his face when asked a favor, or a question.
"Nothing… As my commander, you have no obligation to cater to my feelings, I have gone all this time without affection, I-I.. certainly don't need it n-now.." She muttered meekly, and was surprised to hear an angered rumble come from Piccolo, but was too frightened of his reaction to look up at him.
Violet bit down on her lower lip, her shoulders shaking as she felt small and helpless beneath his large shadow, her body trembling for comfort. A hug, something she hadn't had since the last time she'd seen FanFan. But now, that bond was long broken. She wasn't sure if she'd ever see her again. Tears began to sting her eyes, and fell, though she wished she could stop them.
Piccolo swallowed, and looked on anxiously as her tears began to fall, regretting making her cry once again. Acting quickly, he pulled her close to himself, and folded his arms around her tight, as the small woman shook with sobs of her grief, and finally, released her pain. Her first reaction upon sobbing before was to hug him, so he attempted to use the hug back to apologize to her. Violet gripped around his back tightly and didn't seem to want to leave his embrace, so he slowly backed away, and sat down on the bed, pulling her onto his lap so that he could hold her comfortably for as long as she needed.
Violet suddenly gasped and backed off of him, patting his shirt and straightening his cloak out in a hurried manner, black streaks running down her cheeks. Piccolo frowned, puzzled, but allowed it, wondering why she moved so quickly away from his lap.
"Thank you, Sir Piccolo. I am forever grateful for all you've done for me, but I only wish to serve you professionally. I should get ready to go, now." She said, and nodded to herself to confirm it. Something was wrong with her, but he couldn't place just what. It was growing frustrating.
"Serve me… Professionally?" He questioned, puzzled by her meaning. Violet hesitated to answer, shaking her head.
"It's nothing, you did nothing wrong, Sir." She said in a hurried whisper, biting her lower lip.
No, you did everything right. Too right. She thought, still revelling in the feel of the firm muscles beneath his shirt, how he squeezed her tightly and brought her down onto his lap like that, but… It didn't matter, because her Lord wasn't like a normal man, so she shouldn't be getting flustered by it.
But, she couldn't help to wonder… What was he like then, if not like a normal man? Her knees weakened by thoughts of the possibilities as he looked up at her quickly, and began removing his tear stained garments, baring his upper body to her naïvely. Violet raked her eyes over his form quickly; noting how defined the lines of his musculature were, the interesting textures and patterns of his skin that changed depending on whether it was pink, or green.
"Violet, I don't want to hear you say that you 'serve' me again. I live in a Castle, and those who see me fear and revere me as Demon King, but I am no such thing. I am a Namekian, but I am also a man. So I'd like you to treat me as such." He said sternly, and watched as her face changed from her distracted bliss, to confusion.
What does he mean, he's a man? He talks, and looks like a man, but… he lays… eggs. Violet grimaced, then shook her head, feeling foolish. She turned away from him, and allowed him to have his modesty as she picked her rifle and her goggles off of the wall rack. She was acting ridiculous, Piccolo was an alien, an asexually reproducing one at that, and here she was acting like a schoolgirl in reaction to him.
"Miss Violet. I gave you a command, did I not?" Piccolo snarled, gripping the bedsheets with one hand, then standing, and storming up behind her, breathing down her neck in heated pants. Violet looked at him from her peripheral, her blue eye sparkling a bit as she winked.
"Understood. You are a man, so I will treat you like a man, Sir. Now, that being said, may I be permitted to leave the room?" She asked a sultry voice with a smug grin, popping her bubble gum. She raised her brows and tilted her head towards where he was gripping her tightly around the waist with both hands. "Ahem." Piccolo let go immediately, and growled, feeling embarrassed.
"You...may, walk away then."
Violet giggled, a sound he hadn't heard from her yet, his eyes widening as she laughed sweetly at his reaction. She then turned, and began to walk slowly down the hallway, her hips swaying in her tight tan trousers, leaving him in an interesting predicament. Piccolo looked down and his face darkened, cursing himself for staring at her behind in such a way that he was feeling heat rushing down to his groin in a peculiar throbbing anomaly he'd yet to ever experience before.
"Are you coming along, or do you need a moment, Sir?" Violet said, peeking back over her shoulder. Piccolo nodded, and took a deep breath, calming his mind and the baffling physical reaction immediately along with it.