The dawn sun kissed her pale legs which stretched out languidly, like a cat enjoying an afternoon nap. Bulma nuzzled back into the warm body; not awake enough to remember her location, or who exactly the large hand resting on her hip belonged to. Not only that, but the long, brown tail that wrapped around his and her legs, then coiled about her thigh securely. Vegeta observed Bulma closely as she slept; he watched the flutter of her lashes, how her eyes would move as she dreamed and listened to the soft utterances she made through sleep puffy lips.
It was hard to believe such a naïve, innocent looking girl could be quite so cunning. Vegeta clenched his fist around the traitorous object he'd found tucked in between the sheets. The blade of the knife she'd snuck underneath her garter band at dinner flashed with a golden streak of light as he dragged it down the side of her hip gently. He allowed the smooth edge to graze along every curve, every divot, every tiny imperfection of her flesh. Vegeta knew by now that Bulma had to have hidden the knife there herself sometime last night.
He trailed it down her naked skin until reaching mid thigh where the tip of his tail was twitching, then began his game again, except this time taking a different route. Vegeta propped himself on his elbow and smirked as he traced the conical shape of her delicate breast, where at the base it seemed to be the most plush. He traced the knife there down the slope, then curving around the swell, a pink line showing on her fragile skin as result. Bulma muttered something incomprehensible and shuddered as he touched the spot just above her heart and pressed the flat of the blade there. Vegeta had seen enough butterflied bodies to know where the most sensitive organs lie. He hadn't been formally taught anatomy but he had the opportunity to study it while slaying hundreds upon thousands of civilians.
"So….you want to cut me?" He said slowly, and pulled her close abruptly enough to wake her. Bulma gasped awake and immediately began to assess her position with wide eyes.
"You intend to hurt me?" Vegeta growled over her shoulder, then moved the knife so that it touched the hollow at the center of her collar bone. Bulma swallowed and considered his words, and the cool tip of the blade just barely poking her. She wasn't sure what the correct answer was, she knew that when she impulsively grabbed the knife that she probably couldn't bring herself to actually use it on him. She would try, and probably die. It more or less made her feel as if at least she tried, and had thought about how she could escape to make her feel better about her own subjugation.
"No," She whispered raspily, then licked her lips anxiously.
"Then why did you steal from our host's table..? Do you have a penchant for theft?" He questioned as if amused, a laughing quality hidden somewhere in his inflection.
"No, Master… I.. I wish to protect myself." She answered quickly, gulping. Bulma dared a look over her shoulder then flinched as he jerked his arm around her neck and held the knife dangerously close to her carotid artery.
"Lies! Scheming wench! Admit it, you wish that you had me in your place. You agree then, that I should be erased." He spat, his hand tensing with each word until Bulma was flinching from them alone. Her gaze fell to the strong arm around her throat, then the legs hooked around hers so she couldn't escape. She was so tight in his grip, his body fitted snugly to hers as shudders of intense fear radiated through her nervous system while small, misdirected sparks shot down to her groin. Bulma's chest rose and her breathing grew more shallow as he continued to hold her tight.
"I'm not lying… I wouldn't know how to get through that thick skin of yours.. even if I tried." She whispered hoarsely; the double meaning within her sentence was intentional. Vegeta clicked his teeth in agitation and seemed to grow impossibly still until all she felt was the thrumming of his hot blood racing beneath his skin.
"My skin is not thin. You're correct. Unlike yours..." He remarked with a sly grin, and moved so that she landed on her back, him perched atop her, his tail hunched up and twitching at the end, agitated.
Bulma held her breath and counted what small blessings she had remaining as he positioned the knife over her throat.
She took a shallow breath so as to not make the knife slice her as he held the tip firmly above her carotid, pinning her down by her throat. She had to be careful what she said if she wanted to get out of this alive. Who wanted to 'erase' him? Why would he even say something like that? She wondered, the curiosity and pity that came along with the thought showing in her expressive eyes. Vegeta clenched his hand tighter, but he was unable to make the shift in his grip that would cut off her airway completely.
Why does she stare at me like that? He pondered as his hand lost its tightness, yet remained there as he leaned slowly closer to match her stare. I'll be the last thing she sees. He thought to himself, but his body could not follow the commands his head was trying to give. Bulma's large, sky blue eyes were darkened, her pupils expanded as she made little gasps and squirmed beneath him. Vegeta was doing nothing but looking back at her, and in his eyes she could find nothing but black, sheer darkness. No emotion lied in those shadowy depths, not that she could see.
"I could…do it for you if you would like me to." She whispered, and Vegeta's brows perked up; his interest about what exactly she could do for him was clear on his face. She cleared her throat, looking away for a second as she continued.
"I can say whatever it is you need to get through the day… What do you want me to say, Prince Vegeta?" She said, and faked a small smile.
It's a small price to pay, but I'll do it if it means he won't be angry with me. Vegeta released her throat and set the knife on the side of the bed as he wondered about this proposal she'd made.
"What do I want you to say…?" He questioned more to himself than her, then sat back on the bed, his hands going to the sides of his head, rubbing his temples. Bulma didn't move to join him, instead sitting up slightly against the headrest.
"I want you to be quiet. For now." He sneered, just as there was a knock on the door. Vegeta had heard the rolling cart, and was eager to eat his breakfast instead of playing mind games with the slave girl. He had to think more about her tempting proposal, and what words he could put in her mouth the next time he was so inclined.
"Come in." He said, and the kitchen servant came in promptly to present them with breakfast. A large silver cloche concealed the contents of their morning meal, alongside a tall pitcher of water and one with bright orange liquid. A loaf of bread and some utensils sat off to the side which the servant picked up as if to begin slicing the bread for them.
"Leave it." He demanded, and the servant dropped the silverware immediately, eyes wide with fear. They began to slowly back away, then scampered out, closing the door behind them. Vegeta chuckled to himself as Bulma looked on angrily; gripping the sheet covering her chest. Her cheeks were flushed pink by her embarrassment that he'd just allow the servant in while they were both undressed and still laying in bed together as if they'd actually had sex last night. Instead, she'd been covered in hot candle wax, prodded on her still stinging ass, and force fed water by him. The only thing she could thank him for was that her head wasn't aching and her stomach not turning even as she smelled the delightful aromas coming from beneath the cloche. Vegeta stood and lifted the lid, then set the platter on the bed between them.
"I suppose they assume we're going to share everything, isn't that quaint?" He mused, pouring two glasses of juice. Bulma looked down at the platter before her and her stomach growled against her will. A delightful spread of fruit, yogurt, and jams was before her, along with hard boiled eggs on small pedestals, tiny forks piercing the white flesh. A coil of sausage and a smattering of browned hash with fried eggs at the center made her mouth water.
"Take your fill. We leave within the hour." He said, and sat down across from her. Bulma nodded and reached for a sprig of grapes as he broke off a sausage link and bit off half of it. Tears threatened to burst out of her eyes as she reflected that though they were in the honeymoon suite, dining on a breakfast for two, he wasn't her chosen man. He wasn't her husband, he wasn't Yamcha, and he was the opposite of sweet. And yet, here she was, cursed to kiss his feet.
She still couldn't believe her luck when she woke the next morning, head to toe in a light pink nightgown with ruffled edges, a soft pillow beneath her head, and a thick, soft blanket with no tiny holes or tears. Mai tiptoed down the stairs barefoot, still wearing her nightgown as she glanced around the large castle that was now her home.
She had gone to bed the previous night with Violet by her side, holding her hand. Violet didn't have to understand why Mai was afraid to lie in bed with a saiyan somewhere in the castle, she understood perfectly well why she would be afraid and reassured her they were safe. To make her feel more comfortable they both kept a rifle at the side of the bed, and a gun which was currently strapped to her thigh underneath her cotton dress.
Now, she was looking for her favorite morning treat, coffee. She made her way back to the dining room they ate in the night before and spotted Sir Piccolo and Violet sitting down at the table together. Violet had a large platter of breakfast foods before her, from which she was attempting to tempt the Namekian into sampling. Piccolo looked annoyed, but also slightly curious as Mai snickered at his reaction to a banana being peeled open. His nose crinkled and he showed his teeth, backing away. His reaction made her think of a cat or a little child sticking their nose up at something they'd never even tried.
"Oh, come on. It's not that bad! See?" Violet said, then popped it into her mouth before biting off a piece.
"My alien physicality does not suggest that I ingest any more earth cuisine...Nor do I require it." Piccolo said, his cheeks turning lilac as he looked away stubbornly. He admitted he had tried a few small bites of things here and there just out of curiosity, and he didn't totally dislike the flavor, though the textures felt odd on his tongue. Piccolo was secretly worried eating sugary and fatty foods would make him weak and slow, like some of the earthlings he'd seen. He did have canine-like teeth, though so that seemed to suggest they were perhaps intended for him to eat meat; even though the idea mildly disturbed him.
"I understand, Sir, but there is such a thing as eating to enjoy the flavor! If you'd just try it, you might like it!" Violet huffed, crossing her arms.
Mai approached the table, holding a teddy bear in one hand and dragging a blue blanket behind her. The timid expression on her bare face, devoid of her typical red makeup made them both take notice and straighten in their chairs.
"Mai. How was your rest?" Piccolo asked, and nodded to a guard so they would pull out her chair.
She smiled shyly and took the chair she was offered, sitting down with her blanket and bear in her lap. Piccolo didn't know what it was about a grown woman carrying a teddy bear that was so endearing but nevertheless, he did find it intriguing.
"Good morning, Sir Piccolo… It was much better than before. I haven't slept like that in a long time. Thank you." She said softly, hugging the bear. He watched her and nodded, beckoning a Saibamen over towards them to fetch Mai something to eat. The scaly little creature hopped up on the table, ambling towards Mai.
"Get away!" Mai screamed, nearly jumping out of her skin. The Saibamen seemed confused as she regained her wits and drew her hand gun from her garter, aiming it at the little alien.
"Get back, or else I'll shoot!" Mai threatened as she cocked the gun, but before she could shoot Piccolo had stood and knocked the Saibamen away, who was now jabbering incoherently in anger.
"Mai, there's no need to shoot!" Violet called from across the table, even though her own gun was also aimed at the Saibamen. Both women were dressed like ladies, but clearly did not possess the demure attitude that came along with frilly princess dresses. Instead they brandished weapons, something that had the guards cackling as one of them snatched up the little gremlin with little to no effort, the Saibamen squirming around and expressing it's discontent loudly.
"I'll kill it!" Mai threatened, and Piccolo growled with his disapproval.
"That's enough!" He shouted, standing up. Before he could assess the situation, Mai had burst into tears. Violet hurried over to Mai and embraced her, holding her tight. Piccolo looked away; clenching his fist hard in frustration. Now he had two women to look after, two humans with emotions that at times he didn't understand. What was he supposed to do with them? The pitiful sobs went on, and on as Violet hushed her. Piccolo silently instructed the guards to wait beyond the doors of the dining room until he told them they could return. He turned back and picked up one of the objects off the tray; an oblong, nearly translucent green bead of fruit. A 'Grape.' He squeezed it slightly between two fingers, then carefully inserted it in his mouth and bit down on it to release the sweet, almost tangy juice inside. His eyes widened as a world of flavor burst in his mouth, something the taste of water had never caused. Somehow this quieted the noise around him and he realized he had gained the attention of both women with his action.
Piccolo rested his palm flat on the table and leaned closer to the both of them, enclosing both in his large form so that they could listen to the next words from him, spoken in a low baritone heavy with its own gravity.
"In this castle, there is a degree of decency I expect from my advisor and my weapons master… Colonel Violet. The Saibamen will not harm you Agent Mai, and if they ever do, I will personally eliminate them. Understand?" Piccolo said, placing his other arm on the back of the chair by her shoulder. He saw how her shoulder trembled and on second thought, he moved his hand to rest there and squeezed to stop the shaking.
Both women nodded and turned in towards him, Mai's pale cheeks pinkening in reaction.
"I understand, Sir Piccolo. You can just call me Mai… If you want." She said softly, then looked up at him with her sky blue eyes ringed with tear dappled lashes.
Piccolo backed away two steps and snapped his fingers to allow the guards to come back in, then rang a bell on the table to call for the human cook; who could better tend to the hungry women.
The dusty air was now rich with the earthy scent of freshly chopped wood, as Tien pulled out the handle of an axe, which had been sticking out of the cutting block he'd been using. Yamcha was nearby picking up the split wood and stacking it by the kettle where they often cooked their meals. The afternoon had come and went, hours spent working the fields in rotation with building their new home. Tien sat on the block and let the axe fall to the ground as Yamcha bent down to gather more wood, Tien's gaze following him as he placed the remaining pieces on the stack. Yamcha sighed and looked at the beginnings of a building standing before them, a skeleton of wood that the others were still inside, lifting up the planks of wood that would be the ceiling. Samuel Caine had been a great help, they had even made a few trips back to his ranch to gather some tools and building supplies that he was more than fine with parting with. The man was so generous, in fact, that his own house was beginning to look like a skeleton itself. It seemed like he cared very little for his own material gain, and instead cared solely for theirs.
Yamcha turned back and crossed his arms, making a low snort of disdain. Tien eyed him from his third eye and watched the way his companion's attention turned towards him. The both of them had been more observers than participants, seeing how the newly healed Goku took lead of the operation with Krillin, Chiaotzu and the help of Samuel and his draft horse, Pepper. By the end of the day they were certain that they'd be sleeping on goose down pillows plucked straight from the golden goose where Samuel had found his 'magic beans'.
"Don't you think that this is all a bit… odd?" Yamcha finally said, Tien turning to look at him. The two of them stood behind the woodpile and turned their backs on the construction.
"I thought we already concluded that. Yes, it's as if Samuel has no ties to this place. So why would he be so generous with us, people he barely knows?"
"Well, like he says, 'any concern of the earth is his responsibility'. Awfully odd thing to say." Yamcha huffed, sitting down on his haunches and wrapping his arms around his knees. Tien got down on one knee beside him, and agreed. Unless Samuel Caine was a Buddhist, which he wasn't to Tien's knowledge; it was odd.
"Let's not look a gift horse in the mouth." Tien said, and Yamcha laughed, thinking of the dumb, wide-eyed expression on Pepper's face. Tien joined him and for a while they chuckled until Yamcha slumped his head and his chuckle became thick and choked back.
"Why are we laughing? I shouldn't be allowed to laugh. I miss Bulma…I miss… Everything . All those things I took for granted before, now they're gone. I'm not strong enough to get her back, if she even wants me back…" He said bitterly, Tien agreeing whole-heartedly with his sentiments. Seeing Launch like that, in total submission to Raditz made him feel nauseated. He hadn't actually committed to the idea of returning Launch's affections, but if he ever planned to, it was too late now. She was entirely taken, maybe even smitten by Raditz.
Tien placed his arm around Yamcha's shoulders and turned to look at him, showing him with his solemn expression that he felt his pain. Yamcha sniffled as he looked up at Tien, and then felt the floodgates of his anger and pain release with the support of Tien, encouraging him. The former monk was a bit startled when Yamcha dove into his arms and clung around him, his grip so strong as he shook with grief that Tien had the wind almost knocked out of him. He sat motionless for a long moment, before releasing the breath he was holding and returning the embrace, stroking Yamcha's thick black locks with one hand.
"It's ok… You can cry. That's all we can really… honestly do…" Tien said softly, and closed his eyes; reminiscing about how once upon a time, he and this man were sworn enemies, but now they were friends. Close friends.
She shuddered as his rough, calloused hand gently brushed her hair aside, and slipped around the back of her neck to collar her. Hasky took a shallow breath and looked up at Raditz as pulled it taut, then buckled it securely. He could feel her pulse thrumming beneath his finger, and smirked wryly, lifting her chin up to look down into her dark teal eyes.
"What is my name?" He said in a soft snarl, and Hasky swallowed thickly against the collar.
"R- Master Raditz.." She breathed, then darted her eyes away to look at Launch for confirmation. The blue haired girl smiled at her and nodded.
"Correct. I should give you a treat." He sneered, then latched the hook to the O ring dangling over the hollow of her throat.
Hasky blinked, waiting to see what the said treat would be. He leaned down and petted her hair back, then kissed her gently on the mouth. Hasky blushed as he did, then turned her cheek away as Raditz pulled the leash through his hand and held it taut.
"Alright. It's time I checked on my other pet. This one isn't quite as cute as you." He spat, and led the two out of the bedroom where they had spent the previous night learning the saiyan's every desire, and performing his every demand. Hasky glanced to Launch and saw how she stumbled a bit in her heels and frowned; feeling her own legs were just as wobbly and weak. She couldn't tell how tired Launch was, due to how she always kept a blissful smile on her face. Hasky took note of this, and did the same.
Raditz entered the room where the bald saiyan was standing with his hands on his hips, watching Marron crawl around on the floor, looking around herself curiously.
Raditz raised one brow and perused the room, seeing the purple haired girl, Ranfan lifting up the lid of a chest and bending over to look inside. Raditz observed how Nappa became distracted with the girl's curvy bottom and thought to smack him if he could. Nappa was an idiot, the only thing giving him higher rank was his power level. If it weren't for that one saving grace, Raditz would have blasted the stupid grin off his face long ago.
"Nappa, what's going on here? Where is that mutant we were holding captive?" He snapped, and Nappa was startled out of his distraction.
"Uhh.. That's what I was gonna ask you?" He responded and scratched his bald head. Raditz rolled his eyes and scanned the room for something green and scaly. How hard could it be to find one smelly mutant? Not seeing any evidence of Piper, Raditz resorted to examining the steel table they'd left him shackled to last. He walked past Nappa and picked up one of the shackles, seeing something strange hanging off of it. He peeled off the white fleshy substance and frowned. Clearly the mutant had some interesting characteristics to be able to peel out of it's own skin, freeing itself from the shackles. He and Nappa sniffed it and took note of Piper's scent. Nappa grinned and began sniffing around the room, making Marron and Ranfan scurry away and hang back behind their Master, watching him with interest.
"We saiyans have an excellent sense of smell. Nappa could track one of you girls from miles away. Vegeta's sense of olfaction is even stronger. We're used to the stench of decay, so much so that we can sniff out the good and disregard the bad. Women, food….what have you." Raditz informed them with a sideways grin; watching the surprised expressions slowly fade to horror on their faces.
"You smell… Everything?" Marron blurted out, Ranfan shoving her in the shoulder to warn her to be quiet. The saiyan chuckled, Raditz making a curling motion with his tail to waft the scents in the room towards himself. The two women blushed and looked to the floor bashfully as Raditz took in their scents with a loud sniff then exhaled heavily through his mouth.
"...Everything." He smirked, the glint in his eyes telling them he did indeed smell what they anticipated. The individual scents of their anxiety, pheromone loaded perspiration and hormone heavy secretions that made the hair on his scalp bristle, and he shuddered slightly. If it weren't for Nappa using them, and the damn chameleon going missing, he may have needed to borrow them for a while. Hasky looked to Launch, her eyes wide with her curiosity. The other blonde frowned back at her, and shrugged just slightly. Their silent exchange expressed their distaste with Raditz, but they said nothing. If Raditz wanted to use the other slaves, they would be foolish to complain about it. Besides, they could use a break from his night and day attention.
"Raditz! I found something!" Nappa barked, capturing his attention.
"What is it!?" Raditz urged, coming closer to get a good look at it. He came to where Nappa was looking down behind a black curtain. There was a man-sized hole in the mortar, which had been hidden behind the curtain. Raditz glared at Nappa and seethed in exasperation.
"You never thought it would be wise to fix this?"
"We have man slaves for that!" Nappa barked back, and Raditz clenched his fist. He was highly tempted to send Nappa right back through the wall where he'd broken it in the first place. Raditz chuckled, his tail whipping back and forth behind his back.
"You fool. Now our only source of information is gone, along with the girl. I should beat you into the dirt along with the worms." Raditz growled, and Nappa turned back to narrow his eyes at the younger saiyan.
"Are you sure that would be smart, Raditz?" He said slowly, a malicious sneer growing on his face as he dared Raditz to do something, or look like a coward before the four women, who were watching intently.
"You certainly aren't wise.. though your age would suggest it, you seem to lack common intelligence." Raditz replied, crossing his arms. Nappa huffed and pushed past Raditz, grabbing both Ranfan and Marron by their leashes so they would come with him. Raditz turned to watch him retreat and snickered.
"Chickening out? I never knew you to turn down a fight, Nappa."
"We don't have the luxury to goof around. Soon Vegeta will be back, and he'll expect this place to be cleaned up." Nappa said, ignoring the previous insult to his intelligence. It wasn't his job to be smart, just strong. He was going off to find some of the men they kept to get that hole patched as quickly as possible. Raditz observed him leaving and scoffed, looking at the damage the large oaf had done, picking up a brick and crumbling it in his hand. Just above the opposite wall, was Piper clinging to the brick with his claws; his entire body colored a brick red with a bonded pattern across it to blend in with the wall. Raditz sniffed, catching a faint whiff of the mutant. He looked outside at the placement of the sun and his attention was directed back to business, turning away to go find other things that needed doing before Vegeta returned.
"Stupid cueball." He muttered, brushing bits of brick off his palms as he walked up the stairs leading out of the dungeon, Hasky and Launch silently following. Piper let out the large breath he had been holding in, and flew away quickly back to King Piccolo's Castle, using his surroundings as camouflage as he flew.
The building was oddly quiet today as Chi-Chi used this quiet time to make an afternoon snack for Gohan, who still clung tightly around her leg. He wore the miniature set of saiyan armor Raditz had given him, though it made him look no less adorable. They had been allowed to go out today with Oolong's guidance to an abandoned grocery store where she, Bunny and Suno were permitted to pick up some non-perishable items that they could cook with. Currently, Chi-Chi was boiling some water for rice, and cutting up some edible mushrooms that she'd found growing behind the grocery store. It seemed they typically dumped their rotten vegetables and fruit in the weeds, creating a compost heap where the seeds had spread and managed to take root. The mushrooms thrived off the moist compost, and made finding raw vegetation much easier. She thought maybe she could even make her own garden, but the idea made her a little sad. Gardening had always been her and Goku's hobby, and now she was going to have to share it with her captors.
"Is it almost done?" Gohan asked, and Chi-Chi woke up from her daze that had left her with a small smile on her face.
"Oh, in a while Gohan. Why don't you help Miss Suno?" She said softly, moving her leg to try and loosen his death grip. Gohan side-eyed the other girl warily and hesitated.
"Come on little guy! I have some things you can snack on." Suno urged him gently, bending down to extend one hand, and exposing a deep chasm between her large breasts held back by a little blue bra as she did. Gohan looked back up at Chi-Chi, and his mother nodded. Gohan slowly took her hand and let go. Chi-Chi sighed and moved to dump a cup of rice in the boiling water.
"Do you like tomatoes?" Suno asked softly, offering him a tomato. Gohan looked back once at his mother, who nodded, then back, nodding to Suno.
She gave it to him and clasped her hands before her apron, looking on blissfully as he bit into it like an apple then plopped down on the floor, fully concentrated on his food. Chi-Chi rose one brow, then returned to the stove to put the mushrooms in the pan.
"Gohan is such a good boy! I knew he would eat it, he looks so much like this other little boy I used to know." Suno said softly, playing with the hem of her purple slip shyly. Chi-Chi looked back at her in question, and Suno elaborated as she neglected to notice Raditz standing in the doorway.
"He had black spiky hair, he rode a little yellow cloud, and he loved to eat! Goku, that was his name! He was a great hero to my people! Back in Jingle Village, I-"
"Wait, what? You said his name was Goku?!" Chi-Chi whispered sharply, turning away from the stove to come practically nose to nose with the other woman.
"Y-Yeees…? I'm pretty sure. I never saw him after that, or else I probably would have married him!" She huffed, and backed away from Chi-Chi. The other woman's eyes grew wide and she gripped the handle of her frying pan much harder, Gohan looking up, puzzled. She was just about to rudely inform Suno just who Goku was, when they both heard a raspy chuckle that sent shivers down their spines.
"So… My little brother is a desirable man, is he? I can't say I'm surprised, any smart woman would go for a saiyan rather than a weak human." Raditz said, strolling into the kitchen, and straight towards Suno. Chi-Chi lowered her head and turned her attention to the meal before her, feeling a heavy, hot hand resting on her lower back as Raditz brought Suno in close to them, who was giggling.
"I'm pleased to see you're feeling well, Chi-Chi. It smells good over here." Raditz said, and she trembled as his hand slid down and cupped her bottom through the purple Cheongsam dress she was wearing with nothing underneath, as expected. Chi-Chi nodded, not knowing what words to say that would keep him from getting angry. "We're cooking! Aren't you hungry, Master Raditz?" Suno chirped happily, and he laughed, stroking her scarlet hair and ruffling it up a bit.
"Hmm… in a bit. First, I'd like to know more about your friend, Goku. You said you never saw him again? That's quite unfortunate." Raditz said slyly, feigning sympathy as his grip on Chi-Chi's bottom tightened in a threat. Suno nodded and smiled up at Raditz, her honey brown eyes gleaming as she thought back to that happy time.
"Goku wasn't that much different from you or Mister Nappa, Master Raditz. You see, he loved to eat, and fight! But, I wish I could have just given him one more hug and a kiss before I left… I wonder where he is?" She said, then grew sad and looked down to the ground. Raditz lifted her face by the chin and kissed her softly on the lips, her cheeks quickly turning red as they exchanged chaste kisses, which grew hot and heavier as Chi-Chi anxiously sweated beneath his grip, reaching to stir the rice as if nothing odd were happening in front of Gohan. Raditz slipped his hand under Chi-Chi's dress and caressed circles around her bottom, coming closer and closer to the center which made her cheeks clench in anticipation. Raditz finally released Suno, the girl panting. She had forgotten how to breathe when he kissed her, she was so infatuated with any big, burly man like her Mister Nappa or her first lover, Eighter.
"A kiss like...that?" Raditz asked, watching Suno recover her wits, blinking dazedly for a moment before nodding quickly.
"Yes, like that..'' She murmured softly, then came closer to him and clung around his large muscular arm, ready to give herself to the saiyan. Suno seemed immune to the threat of the saiyans, perhaps it was her attraction that made her less susceptible, or her lack of knowledge about what truly went on behind closed doors. She had been liberated by Raditz from Jingle Village after it was destroyed. Raditz had heard a woman crying and recovered from the rubble where Eighter had used his body to cover her and perished, thinking Raditz was her rescuer all along. It wasn't until they returned and she found herself trapped indoors by a pig with a pitchfork that she realized she was in some type of prison.
"Well, Suno. As long as you can promise to be on your best behavior, I can reunite you with your friend Goku. For now, why don't you prepare us all a meal? I'll send Bunny in to help. Chi-Chi didn't think to make enough for everyone, so she can come with me to learn her lesson. Can you keep watch over Gohan?" He asked softly, stroking her cheek and peppering her neck with kisses.
"Of course.. Master Raditz.." Suno said breathily, clinging to his hand as he steered Chi-Chi away from the stove, still holding her spoon as she furrowed her brow angrily. Suno looked sad as Raditz retreated with Chi-Chi; feeling jealous that the other woman was being taken with him instead of her. She sighed and looked back to the kitchen, then nodded her head in determination. If she could make a nice, big meal to satisfy the saiyans, she could see Goku again! She was going to make a feast then, and get some practice in for when she would be reunited with Goku!
She awoke trembling, cradling her knees to her body. Bulma's eyes suddenly flew open, their clear blue depths contrasting greatly with the dirt smeared on her face. She observed her surroundings, and realized she was inside the cage again. It was just like before, except…She looked around herself, and saw that Vegeta was gone. In his place, was something much more frightening. A black, writhing coil in the corner hissed, a forked, red tongue flicking out at her. Bulma backed away into the corner, the heavy pounding of her heart tightening her chest, making her breath come out in frightened wheezes. She heard a low chuckle and turned to see a black wall was now in one half of the cage, separating her and the captive prince.
"Vegeta! Are you there? Help me!" She cried, and began hitting the barrier in an attempt to break it down. The wall was impossible to budge without bludgeoning her own knuckles, and the viper was slithering closer by the second.
Then, she heard another sound. The jangling of… keys? Bulma turned to hear the sound, and felt relief upon seeing Yamcha standing in front of her cage.
"Bulma! You've gotta get out of here!" He said urgently, and knelt down, curling his fingers around the bars.
"Yamcha! Let us out, quick!" She cried, shaking the cage as she felt a cool slithering sensation against her ankle.
"I don't want to be freed by him. You can go, leave with him." Vegeta whispered urgently, but she could barely hear him over the hissing of the snake now wrapping itself around her calf.
"That's fine! Bulma, if you want me to let you out, you have to let go of the door." Yamcha urged, and she looked back at him frantically.
"No, Vegeta!" The hissing, slithering sounds grew even more intense, and her attention was drawn to the bars on the other end, where she could see long, segmented tails disappearing behind the barrier. She heard Vegeta make his own hiss of pain, then pained grunts as he was unable to fight off the snakes with his hands in shackles.
"Go, Bulma! Leave me be!" He growled out, but she only wailed higher, and began pulling on the corners of the barrier, frantically attempting to let him out.
"Yamcha, you have to set him free first! Don't worry about me!" She said, not caring even as the viper bit down on the thick of her thigh and blood ran down it in twin streams. She heard a loud bellow and a skirmish, then blood began to seep from beneath the barrier, and onto her side.
"Vegeta! Let me in!" She begged, kicking and punching the barrier, each time she struck it she felt as if she were hitting a hard type of flesh, watery explosions expanding where her fists hit. She had forgotten about her savior who held the key in his hand, now her sole focus was on freeing him… her captor.
"Snap out of it!" She heard Vegeta growl, then felt the sensation of her body being shaken slowly awake, crawling up desperately from the dream she was trapped in, where reality made more sense, where she didn't sympathize with the heartless monster whose brethren had killed her father. Bulma kicked and punched as hard as she could, her eyes squeezed shut. Vegeta meanwhile, was struggling to keep her still as she flailed about in mid-air. One of his arms was braced firmly around her back as the other clutched her shoulder in an attempt to wake her. She pounded her fists on his chest and wailed, her weak blows making a sheepish grin form on his face.
"Vegeta!" She cried, and his grin quickly melted away.
"Let me s-save you.." She uttered weakly, then her eyes fluttered open slowly, pupils shrinking back to focus on the person before her.
"What did you say? Save me? In what convoluted universe could you be capable of that?" Vegeta snarled, taking Bulma by her leash and pulling her closer to himself, baring his sharp ivory teeth at her.
"I-It was just a dream, I have these… weird dreams of us.. Prince Vegeta, you have to listen." Bulma said in a trembling voice, gulping against the hard gold collar.
" 'Dreams?' I do not have 'dreams', and if I did, you would not be in them. You'd be better off keeping it to yourself, or else they might just come true, whatever they are. It sounds to me like you're screaming my name in fear, as you should be." He spat back to her, Bulma's fists tightening where they rested on his firm chest, realizing perhaps this was the impenetrable barrier she had been pounding on. She swallowed and let those lingering feelings from the dream be pushed down with it.
"You're right. If you were trapped in a cage of snakes, I'd leave you there." She whispered venomously at him, raising one leg between his thighs with the intention of kneeing him in the groin. Vegeta chuckled lowly, and stroked his hand down her arm, and up to her face, pinching her face in by her chubby cheeks. She frowned against his fingers, her body squirming to get out of his grip.
"Keep talking, bitch. Let's see how that sharp little tongue can insult me, can you make me feel small and insignificant like you..?" He purred, and Bulma backed her head away to make him release her face, whimpering softly as she shook her head in refusal. She resolved to stay silent, not giving into his games. He would deflect anything she said, and turn it around to play against her. The only thing she could really do to stop him was just be quiet. Vegeta smirked, hefting her back up on his hip.
"Good Pet. I'll save your punishment for later. This time, you've really earned it." He snapped, then began to fly once again. Bulma attempted to turn away from him so he couldn't see the tears trailing down her cheeks, but she was crushed to his body. She rested her head over his heart and sobbed, closing her eyes. Besides the gentle flutter of wind, she heard something beneath her ear that made her inhale sharply. His heart, it's... pounding in his chest like a frightened rabbit. Why? Bulma wondered, carefully lifting her chin to look up at him. Vegeta's throat contracted as if he were gulping heavily, the tight bodysuit cutting across his throat causing a large vein to bulge there.
"I wish I could sink my teeth into your throat like a viper. I know where you're vulnerable, Vegeta. Everyone is." She said softly, and his body jerked with a tangible twitch. His eyes darted down to hers quickly, and he smiled, not a smirk, a true smile.
"And yet, my flesh is much too thick, little vixen. To think that you could mark my throat... incredibly naïve. You don't understand what you're saying." He said with a curling pink tongue flicking behind his teeth like said viper. She narrowed her eyes on him and snapped back with a fiery retort.
"..You seemed to like mine well enough." Bulma teased, then placed her hand over his chest and gripped his armor, using her powers of seduction to her advantage, her eyes sparkling up at him like teasing little blue topazes. To her surprise, his ears and cheeks reddened, and his mouth parted, but no words came out. Suddenly, they were flying so fast there was no opportunity for idle chatter. Bulma's hair whipped back in her face and she squeezed her eyes shut, a grin spreading on her face as she reveled in her victory at last. She'd found his sensitive spot, and planned to use it to her full advantage, no matter how deeply the idea may revolt her.
The peace and quiet of the outer gardens was suddenly interrupted by an explosion of sound coming from the bushes. Birds flew out frantically as if something had disturbed them. Mai and Violet turned to look from where they were standing together doing target practice, tightening their grips on their rifles. Everyone at King Castle was currently training, for what they weren't exactly sure of, but Piccolo had set a new training schedule for all in his kingdom. Some were not required to train, as fighting was unlikely in their future, instead the focus was on storing supplies for later and reinforcing barricades around the kingdom. Ten of Piccolo's best serfs had been sent to the Frying Pan Plains, where they would live and farm for the saiyans.
"What was that?" Mai whispered, looking to Violet for their plan of action. Violet put a finger to her lips to shush her, then motioned with her rifle towards the bushes. The two crept slowly over on their tip toes, seeing how the birds quickly recovered from the incident and landed back on some overhanging branches to observe what caused the raucous. As they were coming towards it, a hand reached out of the bush and they heard a pained groan. Both women aimed their guns at it, but were quickly ushered behind Piccolo and moved behind him before they could even blink. Piccolo knelt and took the hand, pulling the weakened form of Piper up with it.
"Sir- Sir Picc-olo… I tried…" He uttered weakly, but Piccolo would have none of it. He waved to the guards who were hovering around the scene, and they quickly surrounded the soldier, each of them taking a side to pick him up gingerly. He was covered in wounds and looked rather worse than wear, weakly closing his eyes as he allowed the others to transport him to be taken care of inside. Mai put her hand over her mouth and shuddered; her eyes wide. Piper had been whipped and beaten because of her. It was all because of her that one of Piccolo's best men was now in this horrible condition. Was I even worth the trouble? She wondered to herself, then recalled Bulma's words. Mai is worthy. The mantra repeated in her head but it was almost if it held no substance. Worthy for what? Worth hurting, worth tormenting, worth… molesting? Her rifle was clattering now in her other hand as she trembled, before falling to the ground and loosing a bullet off into the air; making the birds retreat to the sky once again, this time not to return.
"Agen–Mai, what is it?" Piccolo asked as he turned quickly about, his eyes showing his surprise and wariness; thinking perhaps she had perceived another threat. Violet came to his side and looked on sympathetically as Mai raked her hands through her long black hair in a stressed motion. She looked around herself and nibbled on her lower lip, being sure that no one else was around to hear her speak.
"I just… I feel like it's my fault he's hurt." She spoke softly, clasping her other arm with her hand, her red tank top showing a sliver of her army green bra underneath as she did. Violet came closer and placed her hand on Mai's shoulder, shaking her head.
"That's not true, Mai. Piper told us to go on without us. He saved us." She said softly, Mai looking up and sniffing back a sob.
"You think…Now they know where I am?" She said in a trembling voice, Piccolo clenching his fist as he looked on. He recalled angrily his own foolishness of revealing Mai to Vegeta, I've been such a fool! He steamed; seeing how Mai came to rest her head on Violet's shoulder as his advisor gave him a stern gaze; her blue eyes unrelenting.
What does she want? Does she suggest…we seek revenge? He thought, puzzled, his head buzzing with his own confusion. If this issue cannot be solved with a saiyan's death, then how?
"Sir Piccolo, tell her! Tell Mai it'll be alright!" She exclaimed, exasperation in her tone. She frowned at him, then released her frustration and extended her hand towards him upon seeing how befuddled the poor man seemed to be, sweat beading on his brow.
Piccolo nodded and took a step forward, placing his other hand on Mai's free shoulder and gently gripping it to get her attention. She looked up quickly as if stunned; her blue topaz eyes sparkling with unshed tears once again.
"Mai… I, I want to let you know that it is not your fault that this happened to Piper. It's simply the way of the saiyans, how they treated you, and him. I will not allow anything of the sort to come about while you're under my protection. You are… important to me. To us." He said softly, glancing at Violet. The purple haired girl's cheeks pinkened and she smiled at him, nodding, all while Mai was still blinking; taking in everything he'd said and turning his words around in her mind. She observed Piccolo and saw that his gaze was fixed back on her, his jaw set with the finality of his words. She blinked and saw how smooth and sculpted his features were, and how he looked much more youthful and handsome than the previous King Piccolo that she had feared.
Mai came to recognize that he shared her own penchant for shyness, and her eyes warmed on him, a smile growing as she nodded.
"Thank you. How can I ever repay you?" She said softly, and then without looking back up for his approval, she ran and embraced him tightly, Violet giggling as he jolted in place from the unexpected motion. She quickly attacked him from the other side, wrapping her arms around both Mai and Piccolo. He struggled for a moment, his arms out at his sides, not knowing what to do with them. After a moment of their continued snuggling, he growled lowly to himself and concluded that they were indeed alone in the garden, and placed his arms around both women, yet again performing that odd action called a 'hug' which seemed to be pleasant to all three of them.
He stroked both of their waifish backs, down to the weak little curve that was the feminine small of their backs, careful not to move his hands down too low and unwittingly molest them. He remembered the look of Violet's plump bottom in her tight tan khakis and the odd physical reaction it caused him, and shook the thought out just in case it happened again. He didn't want to be an aggressor himself, that was something he could never imagine himself doing, human women were so precious and important to their species survival, unlike Namekians. He tightened his arms around them and his growl turned possessive against his will. Something about letting some filthy human men, especially saiyans touch the two women, made a wildfire light in his belly. Never. I'll never let such…. filth touch them again.
"Come along. We'll go somewhere private… and safe." He muttered, moving out of the warm hug to walk the both of them inside, still resting their heads on his chest as they walked in tandem, blissful smiles on Mai and Violet's faces. Piccolo's cheeks became a lavender hue and his ears lowered slightly with guilt, almost like a canine's would as he walked past the guards at the front gate, and the two bowed, startled looks on their faces.
Keep what you've witnessed to yourselves… or else. He growled in warning telepathically, and both nodded enthusiastically. Piccolo decided against taking his time and picked them both up over his shoulders with surprised squeals, flying straight up the center of the spiral staircase, all along wondering just what he would do with them once he got to his destination.
These little women… they cause me such confusion and frustration… but also… I feel such a strong urge to protect them, and hold them close to me...where they're safe.
Chi-Chi looked down at the floor, where she could see nothing else but her shadow over Raditz's knee, her body bent over his knee like an insolent child. The long haired saiyan was currently licking the wooden spoon she'd refused to let go of clean while purring like a mountain lion, one hand with her leash attached to his spiked wristband. He was currently rubbing and pinching her bottom at his leisure as Chi-Chi waited impatiently for whatever 'punishment' he planned to dole out. Raditz had flipped the dress up over her back to better access her bottom, feeling comfortable from where he sat on a lounge chair in a darkened room. He was thinking of all the ways he could play with Kakarot's wife that would enrage his little brother, ones he, if he were being honest with himself, was a little wary or performing. Raditz had always been a bit of a sado-masochist, but a small part within him still could recall the way Kakarot looked as just a small baby. He may have been a saiyan, a slave-monkey, but that didn't mean he was a fool. If he did soil her, he would lose any leverage he had on Kakarot. So for now, he resorted to less dangerous means.
Raditz licked his lips clean and moved her shiny raven hair back from her face so he could watch her next expressions.
"Look at me. Do not look away, Chi-Chi." He said seriously, taking the spoon firmly in his fist. She nodded, slightly, her resolute expression widening his grin.
This woman has the feistiness of a saiyan in her. No wonder he chose her. He thought briefly, then whacked her ass with the spoon. Chi-Chi jolted in place, startled, then looked back at him angrily.
"You forgot to use my proper name." He clarified, and Chi-Chi sighed irritably.
"Will you look at me, Ox Princess?" He purred, making Chi-Chi's cheeks blush slightly. She cleared her throat and used the proper wording.
"Yes, Master. Please punish me." She said sternly, and Raditz had to gulp at that. With her fierce, amber eyes, snow white skin and her luscious curves he had to admit, he found her incredibly tempting. It was the way she glared at him, the muscles in her firm thighs and behind all firmly coiled enough to spring from his lap at any minute that made him almost wish with there was no threat or repercussions against fucking this woman into submission.
"Oh… I will." He rasped, then struck her once again with the spoon, a pink mark lasting on her bottom as he did. Her flesh jiggled afterwards for a moment until he gripped her bottom in his hand and clenched his fingers tight around the flesh.
"I want you." He growled, Chi-Chi blinking up at him with defiance in her eyes.
You can't have me. She seemed to silently say, and he spanked her once again, hard for that defiance. Chi-Chi yelped out in pain and he chuckled roughly, using his other hand to grope her reddened cheeks. Raditz licked his lips and brought her to her knees on the couch, kneeling on the floor behind her. He looked around himself quickly then dove his face between those porcelain white pillows, hungrily licking and eating her ass and pussy. Chi-Chi gripped the couch and gasped, biting down on her lower lip to keep from moaning. Goku had never gone after her bottom like that, he loved to lick her and kiss her gently, never sucking and nipping at her like Raditz was, as he reached down and fondled himself, finding he was quickly hardening from her spicy musk and the pleased sounds she was holding back. He inserted a finger in her as he tickled her clit with the tip of her tongue. Raditz may have been a slave master but he loved to give women pleasure. It was this pleasure he gave her that ensured she wouldn't stray too far away, or become afraid of intimacy. He felt her inner walls pulsing with his finger, and pulled it out to suck the juices from it. Ecstasy. She tastes so good. He growled, pulling on himself aggressively as all his primal instincts urged him to mate with her, plow into her and mark her throat, filling her body with his seed. Chi-Chi sobbed back a moan and felt her legs trembling with her need for a hard cock inside of her, hating the way he had stopped touching her to touch himself, nursing on his cum soaked finger while his eyes grew hazy.
"Master… I need.." She whispered, feeling pitiful and filthy at the utterance, but her body was clenching and craving penetration, released so badly that it foggied her mind. Raditz groaned and cradled his face against her, rubbing his mouth and nose in her scent as he felt his loins tightening from her begging accompanied by the strong scent of arousal. He pulled back and felt around for the spoon, then pushed the rounded handle against her throbbing entrance, watching it easily be sucked inside.
"Ah! That's it! Master Raditz!" She wailed, her body trembling as she felt the wooden handle sinking deeper.
"You're such a good wife, Chi-Chi. Beautiful woman. I wish this was my cock thrusting in you." Raditz whispered roughly, pushing it as deep as it would go comfortably then fisting his hand around the spoon and jerking it in and out, his palm smashing against her slippery wet clit. The muscles in her thighs clenched as he pounded her slick interior with the hard wooden spoon, the pleasant fullness sating her for the moment as with each withdrawal, had sweet milky cream oozing out of her. Raditz pulsed into his hand, then switched hands quickly so that his Chi-Chi soaked hand could grip his cock and lubricate him with her wetness. Chi-Chi closed her eyes and used her imagination to see what he was telling her to envision, but it was wrong. She whimpered and attempted to change the image back to Goku, but that hurt her even more.
"We're going to be bonded together, Chi-Chi. Mine and yours, shared." Raditz panted, and her eyes widened with apprehension as she attempted to understand his meaning. Did that mean– she jolted in place, just as Raditz grunted and his cum splattered on her thigh, just missing it's target thanks to her quick reaction. Her fear and her restless thoughts kept her from joining him in orgasm as he painted her leg with a glistening stream, then removed the spoon from her. Raditz bent over her so that his cock nestled between her bottom, licking her throat so he could whisper in her ear.
"I want you to always cook for me with the delicious flavor of you soaked into this spoon, my queen. One day I'll have you. You'll be mine and you'll like it. I promise." He whispered so softly that she swore she misheard him, but when she looked back and saw his adoring eyes, and a soft, loving smile on his pleased face, her heart raced. Chi-Chi hesitated to say anything at all, worried by the feel of his moist warmth resting against her.
"We can't go on like this, Raditz… We just can't." She uttered softly, and turned to place her hand on his jaw; sympathy softening her gaze. Suddenly, Chi-Chi was flat to the cushion and his hand was on her back, holding her down firmly as the other gripped her chin to make her look at him from behind.
"You don't fucking tell me what I can and can't do, Princess. If I want to take you here and now, and reclaim you as mine, I will. None of the other females receive such special treatment, and none of them complain, either." He snapped, his cock grinding between her cheeks as he did, the wetness there making it slip around dangerously. Chi-Chi whimpered and hoped he wouldn't take action on his words. Goku had taken her in that way, first accidentally, then repeatedly once they realized how much they enjoyed the use of her other hole. Raditz grinned, the tight bottom of a woman was quickly becoming his new favorite toy. That was one place on the Ox Princess he could use with little repercussions.
"How about… this?" He purred, aiming himself at the slippery ring that was relaxed just enough for him to practically pop right in. Chi-Chi squeezed her eyes shut, then reluctantly nodded.
"Yes.." She said, defeated, and Raditz chuckled mischievously, pulling back to find the still soaking wet spoon.
"I have to make it fun for you, you haven't come yet and I can't let you go without." He said, and pushed it back inside of her. Raditz then flipped Chi-Chi onto her back, ensuring that when he took her this way, none of his semen would drip down and soil the chastity of her pretty little slit.
Chi-Chi blushed and watched as Raditz pulled his armor over his head and tossed it before tearing open their dress, giving them skin to skin contact. She shuddered from the sheer heat of his body as he leaned over her, and kissed her breasts, fondling and appreciating their weight in his hands as he prodded her bottom with just the tip of his cock, making her whimper when he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked. His dark eyes met hers and she shuddered as their pupils delved into one another, a gateway to the soul that was showing her his sheer darkness, his pain, sharing in her pleasure. She blinked to get away, but he moved up, and placed his hand on her face as she had, staring into her eyes as he slowly sunk his cream covered cock into her, and placed a kiss on her lips. Chi-Chi wanted to squirm away but he was too strong, and now it felt as if the saiyan was gently making love to her, to her mouth, her insides, caressing her hair as he groaned through them, and she in turn as he passed the tightest area of her anus, and into the deeper chasm where she could feel the spongy walls between his cock and the hard spoon stroking together. She closed her eyes and tears spilled out freely as Raditz began to move, the spoon moving in tandem with his hips as he held it in place for her. Chi-Chi gripped a chunk of his hair and held on as he began to move faster, the large saiyan between her splayed legs, surrounding them in a curtain of his own warm and spicy pheromones exuded from his luxurious hair. She could no longer help it, she could only succumb to the pleasure he was giving her, allowing all her thoughts to go numb as she held around him and moaned.
"That's it, good gods… how amazing it feels being inside you, you're so warm.. so deep.." Raditz rumbled against her throat, baring his fangs and licking there as he began to massage her clit with his fingers, his shaft drawing out slicked in her moisture, then plunging back in to the base. "I can finally release inside you, this part of you will be mine. Give me your everything, Chi-Chi. Let me make you mine." He rasped, becoming more urgent as his thrusts quickened, pushing one of her legs up over his shoulder so he could sink even deeper. She whimpered but was afraid to answer, biting down on her lower lip so hard it was beginning to swell.
"Doesn't this feel good, tell me, Chi-Chi!" He said with each thrust, his pleading russet-black eyes with a furrowed upwards brow weakening her heart.
"Raditz… Yes.. It feels so good, I can't… ah, I can't t-take it!" She said in a trembling cry, digging her nails into his strong, flexing back. He gathered her up against himself roughly so her breasts crushed against his hot, hairy chest, pushing in the spoon and all the way to the very root of him as she came undone; years of unreleased pleasure exploding out of her as she came hard on his hard abdomen and groin, shuddering almost as if she were seizing as he powered up into her; his aura glowing red, tail a sprung coil as he felt the reverberations of her strong orgasm through the walls of her body, and he released deep inside of her, filling her insides with his warmth as she soaked him in her own.
"Can you feel me, Chi-Chi…? Feel me inside of you?" He purred, and licked from her neck to her ear, her eyes rolling back as his tongue flicked in her ear.
"Yes, Master Raditz… I feel so warm with you.." She responded softly, then closed her eyes and allowed the tears to flow. Maybe I was wrong about him, maybe…NO.. Chi-Chi thought something so foul and abhorrent, that even she couldn't allow her mind to ponder aloud, a horrified sense of dread washing through her entire body as he nuzzled her hair, and kissed her head tenderly, even going as far to lick as stray hair into place. Chi-Chi placed her hands on his chest and willed the strength to remove him, she pushed past the part of her that was in bliss, and shoved the saiyan away from her. Raditz fell back onto the couch with a surprised grunt, his warmth gone from around, and inside of her.
"I am a slave, you said it yourself. You cannot have me like this!" Chi-Chi said sternly, then ran from him, breaking their connection with the leash, cursed spoon in hand, his sinful heat running down her legs. Raditz sat up and scratched his head, then wrinkled his brow and nose with disgust. What was I thinking ? He thought, using a discarded part of her dress to wipe the moisture from his sodden body. He felt nauseated, liberated, and crazed all at once.
Just a slave. A breeding hole, nothing else. He reminded himself, then stood and began replacing his armour, stumbling just a bit from the weakness in his legs. No woman had made him feel weak that way. He hated it. Despised it, Chi-Chi would pay for what she had done to him.