Chapter 1: Scent of Purity
Warning: (M) Contains sensitive topics such as Gore, Suicide, etc. This story includes Suggestive Content.
Rating: (T-M) Not for Kids.
Pairings: Vegeta/Bulma, Raditz/Launch, etc.
Summary: Her eyes stared into an infinite void and his own gazed into the endless sky. And he, in confused bliss, wondered why such a being had so much power over him. Especially one that seemed so Saiyan. - [SaiyanBulma!AU].
A/N: I straight up could not find any Saiyan!Bulma AU's except for one. I was so disappointed. But hey, if the fandom won't make one, I will! Let's hope I can execute it well.
Oh, Pardon me, I forgot to introduce myself. My name's Ana, I'm an idiot when it comes to romance, here I am, sup.
I do hope you enjoy my story. I'm going to hope I finish this one better than my other one's.
[. . .]
"I am an exceptionally good person! My only crime is being beautiful..." - Bulma.
[. . .]
He was aggravated.
As customary, in his tolerated existence, he observed with careless eyes as his Saiyan attendants finished purging what was left of the world their mission set them upon, all in vexation.
Normally, getting a mission such as this would bring him a tainted joy. It was a simple occupation much like the others he received and was made done by force; seek for an important item native to the planet, and then destroy. The purging was entirely optional if the task merely stated to get rid of the planet. There were even times where he was put on solely to sell it.
And as such, on the occasions he did receive a mission to destroy, he had gone on a rampage instead and killed all there was until satisfied before completely obliterating the planet with one single ray from his palm. It was something he thoroughly enjoyed doing, and something he relished in to keep himself sane.
However, this time, he was rushed on this assignment, and the ultimatum of being tortured was draining his thirst to kill. Already, he surpassed the one-day deadline he was told to finish it by.
Three days were spent on this waste of a terrain. Three days searching for what they needed, all while spending most of their time having fun killing off every living creature they could find.
And though he claimed he did not care—and he really could care less—he could not help but think about the severity of his punishment in a frustrated entrance. It would not be the first time he would get beaten, nor would it be the last. As always, he tended to favor annoying the abomination he was slaving himself under even though the results weren't always worth it.
He knew the consequences, and as of right now, even though he was having one or two-second thoughts about it, he would receive them with gusto. It did not better his mood though.
It was mostly due to the fact that Raditz and Nappa were taking their sweetest of times. He wanted to go back to the stupid ship just to get the drubbing over with. Though he could just beat them bloody and drag them back, he found that it would be more of a nuisance than anything. They would be far too unconscious to work the pods and set them back to travel and Vegeta did not have any desire to deal with weakened soldiers.
Besides, witnessing his comrades bugger around and show him their carnage wasn't so bad. It was quite a treat, but again, it did little to almost nothing to wane his anger.
His permanent scowl persisted as his coal-dark eyes reflected a shine from the enormous explosion that echoed in the background. He could feel the ground shake below his feet, and stubbornly, he remained standing with crossed arms, ignoring the distant screams and little creatures that would scatter away in fear, only to be caught and blown up by his people. The wind that resonated from such a destructive beam reached him, moving his hair and coating it with grains of the ground. Another quake followed, this time by his other helper.
His legs began to move, and as he drew closer to the destruction of a species, he savored this emotion of superiority while he could. For he knew, that when he came back to his confinement, he would suffer again.
It didn't matter, anyhow. Again, he would accept his fate without reluctance. Unlike everyone else, he did not fear the inevitability of death. Not that such things would, anyway. He was a Saiyan, a prince no less, and a Saiyan Prince remained proud and tall in the face of death and destruction. And how he loved destruction.
It appeased him in ways that stupid, simple things could not.
It reminded him that someday, he will get his revenge against the intolerant monster that claimed to own him.
A swoop of inner rage erupted within him as the image of his face flashed in his eyes. His scowl deepened.
Yes, he would pay. In flesh or in blood, he would count the teeth and fragments of its skull once he obliterated it into pieces.
That cruel, atrocious creature would bow to his feet, seeking mercy that he will never give. Just as he made his father bow.
He would make that monstrosity suffer for killing his home. He would make it yield for all the times he's been beaten almost to death, only to return and face the stupid thing with reluctant submission.
It was a goal that drove him, a goal that reminded him of his pride. It was what kept him wishing in the night, a fantasy he thirsted for. Nothing else would ever satisfy him until he had what he wanted.
Such a thing would arrive soon. And when it did, the bemused warlord would be tortured until its last disgusting breath.
Such devilish thoughts made the stoic prince smirk, all while feeling the pumping hatred of everything that had been so unfairly taken from him. Everything he was supposed to be—everything that was meant for his righteousness would come back in tenfold, hate bared and hungry to etch onto the skin of his captor.
And that day will arrive... The day the mighty gold would strike him with unimaginable power.
Even though he was held, presumably forever more until such power came to him to reach his desire.
He knew he was powerful already. He was a prince of a warrior race. It was obvious that he was.
But he questioned why such a title felt bitter whenever he was tortured—when he was reminded of his throne made only by two who remained.
Radditz and Nappa. Last two Saiyans, and the most idiotic at that.
And the ones who took too damn long killing.
Still, beyond him, he could see them flying around, hungrily searching for what remained of an apocalyptic wasteland. The ground continued to shake as his comrades created more eruptions and trouble, all while he inspected.
Vegeta would admit that it was only fair for the rest of his race to enjoy the murder. It was in their blood after all.
Except he didn't wish to bother with it today.
Training eluded him the more the monster sent him and his slaves on missions, and he was not fond of toying around in boring places that meant little to nothing to him. Killing these weak beings was no training, just a mere pluck of his ki. All he had to do was step over them, even, without fretting to use his blasts. It was nothing.
This was all nothing, to begin with. And it would remain as nothing once his stupid fiendish people finished.
It was just a cruel reminder of how Frieza treated his entire race.
His eyes narrowed. Again, his anger fluctuated as he observed closely, never at peace.
His teeth grit.
Oh, how he hated that creature.
He wanted nothing but to destroy it. Destroy it all and leave nothing to mock.
He could. But now wasn't the time.
The gold and blue have not coursed through him yet.
And that was what annoyed him.
It is what angered him.
But it was the only thing driving him.
Always, his rightfulness was revoked and toyed until the pride left nothing. He would have to be patient, even though he wondered if he could still afford any more time.
"Vegeta," The prince heard Nappa call, bloodied, "We left you the last city. Like you wanted." He said, landing with a wicked, enriched smile on his face. In any usual circumstance, he would assist the former general and third-class rodent with their purge. Today he was far too on-edge to interact. The Saiyans understood their prince was looking for solace.
They were already late, anyway. He will take his damn time. Frieza could wait.
Vegeta eyed the smiling Saiyan and held his tongue, deciding to wait for their beatings until he finished with the last thing he was sent here to do. Replying with only a mere gruff, he looked away and flew over to the city himself, again to forget how insignificant he truly was against everything else.
[. . .]
Quickly, as he soared through the lucid sky darkening every second, he left behind the two idiotic Saiyans mainly to finish off what those fools had promised to leave him. And... briefly to see what else he could find that could entertain him before making his way back to Frieza's ship.
With the help of the bright white moon on the very planet, he could see a small city in the distance growing more the further he traveled. Although not full, he was mindful not to glance at the small lunar essence, thinking it was far too feeble of a planet worthy of gazing onto his Great Ape form.
His eyes roamed. The city looked far more advanced than the measly villages those other nitwits destroyed, and far more productive than the disgusting cities he had gone in to get rid of himself days prior.
It piqued his curiosity as to why this city was vastly different than the rest. Unfortunately, his curiosity was not enough to stop him from wanting to destroy it. Really, nothing could do such a thing. Destroying things was his specialty. But it was peculiar that such a city was almost as advanced as the material made from Frieza's captured scientists. Vegeta briefly wondered if there was something far more valuable here, a reason as to why Frieza sent him here besides to make a fool of him.
It would explain why Frieza was so intent on getting rid of this place.
Rigid, he stopped in the middle of the city, noticing the little disgusting purple creatures stop and stare at him in cluelessness. He eyed the glass and metal with crossed arms, ignoring the innocent stares while observing everything from above.
Calculating his choices, he pulled his hand from where it was tucked in his other arm, pointing a single gloved finger toward the largest building.
Gasps and an unknown language he could probably understand with his scouter uttered from underneath him upon seeing his finger glow a bright yellow light. Murmurs of nonsense reached his ears, and crying from the children, whom he thought were absurd-looking things, had risen when a small beam released at his command.
It landed on the white building, exploding in sparks of dented material and bodily carnage that landed on some of the living things screaming for their life. The numbers on his scouter depleted at an alarming rate, and he went by, continuing his pursuit of killing edge.
Vegeta, ignoring as the debris fell on the little things, continued to shoot his, what he considered, weak beam, wondering why such sights were not amusing him as they should have been.
Perhaps it was because, among this all, his keen senses of smell detected something else other than the disgusting odor of these little things and burned homes. Something so faint but familiar engulfed his nose among all the other types of smell, and his eyes narrowed, pulling his hand back from shooting anymore.
Such a smell was annoying him.
His eyes narrowed when his scouter released a beep, detecting a moderately high power level. Frowning in confusion, he descended and walked through the havoc he created, stopping briefly when he noticed a tiny building ahead of this city. Perhaps the thing Frieza had wanted.
His annoyance rose when he realized that the smell seemed to be coming from that specific direction.
Growling, he jumped in the air and quickly made his way toward the lonesome dome, intent on finding out why such a scent was beginning to drive him mad.
[. . .]
Piercing black eyes assessed the area. "Where's the Prince?" Raditz asked, turning to Nappa, stoic.
Nappa scowled as he turned away from the squirming little thing in his hands. "Off to get rid of the rest." He answered, and grinned when he pressed on the innocent being's head.
Raditz turned from the unclean Saiyan and glared. "Why didn't he take us with him? We could use the relief." He grumbled. In truth, it wasn't too uncommon for Vegeta to go alone, but Raditz wasn't too fond of getting left with the scraps when it came to having fun.
Nappa glared at him, "Don't question the decisions of the prince," He snapped, sneering at him in disgust. "Or else it's your ass."
Raditz made no face to indicate his rage. He didn't want Nappa or the Prince himself punching him again. "I'm only stating the truth," He mumbled, crossing his arms.
"Watch your mouth," Nappa replied, gruff. The ground trembled below him. "Are you disrespecting the prince?"
Raditz shook his head, undeterred. "I'm saying that Vegeta's hogging up all the fun." Briefly, his scouter picked up a power level so high it was beyond his own. He brushed it off as the Prince's, unaware that it was right beside said Prince's.
"You must really want your ass handed to you, third-class," Nappa hissed at him, slightly smirking at the thought of telling Vegeta, "Do you value your tongue?" Nappa fisted his hand and the creature popped.
Raditz didn't look at him. Instead, he looked in the direction Vegeta headed, noticing barely the puffs of smoke so far away. Raditz recalled Vegeta's off behavior when they first started this mission three days ago, pondering why the Prince did indeed seem... bored.
"Besides," Nappa regarded, standing up and retrieving another one of the civilians of this planet that was left alive beside him, "Lord Frieza wanted us to get something from this pathetic excuse of a planet. Obviously, our Prince is choosing to do so." Nappa said, grinning at the little pet. The alien squirmed in fear in response to the predatory grin on the Saiyan's face.
Raditz scowled, bothered. It didn't make sense to him.
"The Prince is more than qualified to do this alone. It is his orders."
Unfortunately, he was not in a position where he should care. Vegeta would have his head if he questioned such a thing.
"Maybe," Raditz conceded, turning away and disregarding the screams that roared from so far away.
[. . .]
When he arrived, the fragrance that resembled that of a female—if he was not mistaken—attacked his sinuses.
It was a great draw-back for anyone who wasn't as cautious as he was; the smell was that potent. It was infuriating.
Rather than being annoyed over how wretched it was, he was irritated at the sheer pleasantness and familiarity it had. It didn't make sense as to why it did—it didn't smell like food or even anything he'd ever had the chance of interacting with. No, this smell was rather... alive.
He growled at such a thought. Just who exactly could be producing this smell? The insignificant extraterrestrials that lived on this planet smelled nothing like this. No one on this planet smelled like whatever it was that seemed to be inside.
His scouter beeped comically then, perking up and grabbing his attention. He reached up to grab it firmly, pressing firmly on a button to focus on the power level. It outlined figure-breaking stuff inside the lab.
It was strange.
Vegeta scoffed. He figured it didn't matter, not when the power level was so low. Whatever or whoever this was, he would get rid of it and be on his merry way. He didn't have the patience to wonder what it was that was striking him so deeply, and he was already late on his time scale. It deserved to die with the rest of them. He cared little of those inferior to him anyway.
With not a single glance at the tiny little aliens shooting lasers at him, clearly trying to protect this precious dome that was far too big for them to build, he walked on, shooting single shots from the tips of his fingers and exploding the gremlins immediately.
Upon reaching the door, he paused.
He could hear the commotion on the inside, and oddly, the figure stopped, almost to look directly at him. Vegeta figured that the material wasn't strong at all if the sound was leaking out. Frieza probably wanted him to destroy this. He grumbled at the words that pest uttered to him.
Before he could open the door, abruptly, his body was knocked back when a surge of power tore the door apart and damaged the walls around it. The sound of sizzling and his boots grinding on the dirt resonated, along with a strong, piercing scream that sounded feminine.
Vegeta dropped his arms that covered his face and looked around, caught off-guard, glaring at whoever it was that did such a thing.
No one would have prepared him for what he saw.
"You," Scathing cerulean eyes glared right at him, "How dare you!"
He stared, confused beyond imagination.
In front of him floated a woman, unlike any other one he had ever seen. Much like his own people, the woman had flesh instead of scales, long cyan hair instead of slimy worms, and a blue tail that flared behind her, coated in fur just like his. She looked like no alien on this planet.
No alien similar to any other planet he has ever visited.
The scent that he was questioning, the scent that was annoying him from the start flared to him in volumes. A sweet scent.
A scent that was coming from her.
Before he could react, the strong woman flew at him at full force, striking him harshly with her fist against his jaw. The impact of her punch destroyed his scouter.
He was flung back and landed on his behind, shocked. Though quickly, that shock became anger, and he moved out of the way before she could hit him again.
He heard her growl in fury and he prepared himself to stop her weak attack toward his face, grabbing her arm before she was able to hit him. He sneered at her, his senses tripled now with her so near, and pulled her arm over his head to toss her into the ground just to get her away from him.
The woman landed and created a small crater, and stood again, shaking the dirt off her body.
Vegeta stopped to look at her, awaiting another attack. His heart was beating fast, both because of the adrenaline and such a discovery. It just... This didn't make sense, and yet it did. She was not like him, yet she was. She looked...
She stopped kneeling and looked up at him, glower ever so imminent on her face. She charged at him again, attempting a kick towards his face, only to be thrown back when he caught it and pushed her.
She caught herself before the look of surprise made its way onto her face and stopped.
Vegeta waited once more, curious. So curious in fact, that a wicked, unbelievable, and twisted hope struck him severely in his chest. An overwhelming cloud of denial, shock, and circumspect joy swirled. Could she be...?
"You killed everyone," She whispered, and her lulling voice captivated him instantly. It was repugnant, laced with arrogancy he could relate to, and a silver-tone that he would've found charming if not for the annoyance that was her pitch.
Her hands were clenched tight in a fist, shaking and matching the expression of hurt evident on her face. Small cuts littered on only her right arm, which brought the realization onto the prince as to why her smell was so strong. Her blood had been the one that led him here.
Gathering his thoughts, he discarded the shock in his system and assessed what came out of her mouth. He didn't know how to reply; whether to ask what the fuck she was or just what the hell she was doing disrespecting him. The Prince of all Saiyans.
Vegeta opted for his signature smirk and crossed his arms. "And what of it?" He asked, eyeing her intently, looking for a reaction, "They deserve to die. There is no room for weaklings in my realm," He told her, smug. There, he stood righteously, wondering why he bothered to answer her request. If anything, he should be the one asking questions. She... couldn't be real. Though, somehow he knew better.
The woman's tail flickered angrily, and Vegeta caught sight of it again, prompting him to flick his own.
The woman didn't seem to notice, nor care in fact. This made Vegeta think she probably didn't know him. Though she really shouldn't, he realized. Her hair, eyes, and tail were a different color than that of a normal Saiyan. Was she a hybrid? He would've caught another scent if she was.
But could she really be...
A Saiyan...?
His words made her bristle. "What purpose would killing them bring?" She asked, clearly riled up, "They were innocent."
"And weak." He added, scowling, "They had no use in existing. They provide nothing." He looked at her body, scrutinizing how the black fabric clung to her curves. He couldn't read her power anymore due to the broken Scouter lying beside him, but it didn't matter. He could tell she was weaker. If her feminine body was any indication...
The woman did not miss the way the Saiyan stared at her body. "And what gives you the right to kill them?" She snarled, coming closer. She wasn't aware he was only looking at her to assess her weaknesses. After all, he had to study his opponent no matter who it was.
Vegeta scoffed at her. "What gives you the right to talk to me that way, peasant? Do you know who I am?" He questioned, threatening her. He smirked when he saw the evident displeasure on her face.
Anger poured from him when he saw her smirk instead. "A coward," She replied, smooth and easy.
And Vegeta glared, "You dare?" In an abrupt, very fascinating, and welcome thought, he wanted to end her on the spot. No one dared to speak to the great Prince of all Saiyans in such a rude demeanor. He had to admit, though, this woman had a fire in her. The annoying, brittle fire he'd have to break. Or, make her die from. Either could work.
Such fire was entertaining enough though. She didn't look Saiyan, but she acted and most certainly smelled like one.
She had to be one. There couldn't be any other possible explanation as to why she smelled so... irritatingly divine.
The woman stopped walking forward, feeling his energy around her rise.
Despite that, she did not back down. "You wouldn't dare fight me," She sassed, and Vegeta growled when she flicked her hair with a single swipe of her hand. Her hair was different too, he noticed. Not only in color but in texture. Instead of the casual, spiky, standing styles of his people, hers was long and straight, looking almost silky as it waved from the wind that motioned it so entrancingly.
He delayed, considering.
His smirk returned. "You're right," He said, descending and stepping lightly onto the ground full of corpses, "I don't have time to waste fighting an insignificant harlot," He taunted, and turned around, facing the other direction opposite from hers.
As he expected, she had shot herself right toward him.
In an immediate second, he turned around and caught her fist, and then her other when she tried going for a hidden strike.
She snarled, trying to get herself off his grip.
"How lucky of me to find a female," He murmured, scowling, as he examined her every feature, "A female Saiyan, no less."
She stopped struggling to stare at him, wide-eyed. He mistook her bewilderment with confusion.
Vegeta held her hands roughly, "Yes, wench. You are a female Saiyan." He gruffed, annoyed from her confusion, "And by the looks of it, a full-blooded one at that. Untainted," He observed, reading her every move. "And different." He said.
She glared and stifled a wince when he grabbed both her injured arm and the other with one hand and pulled her closer for a more thorough inspection.
Her tail curled and her body felt cold when she felt him incline his head and sniff her neck, feeling his breath on her pretty flesh.
"No mistake of that," Vegeta whispered, more to himself than anything, his tail swishing back and forth. Immediately, he pulled back, sensing something stir from within him at such a scent. He needed to remain controlled. "I demand you tell me your name at once, Saiyan," He hissed, glaring daggers at her, ignoring the persisting allure that was slowly beginning to eat at him the longer he had her close to him.
The girl pulled at her arms, but none came loose. "I wouldn't bother telling my name to an asshole," She spat, pulling. She winced when his grip tightened.
"You will tell me, you vile woman. If you know what's good for you," He threatened, stare darkening. "I command you tell me at once!"
It took everything in the girl not to flinch, instead opting to give him her permanent glare. "I'm not your stupid servant!" She seethed at him, and Vegeta didn't miss the way his scouter detected her rising power level, "I don't owe you anything!"
Vegeta wondered if he was getting an aneurysm. "You forget, foolish girl, that I am far more powerful than you," He raised his other hand, creating a ball of yellow light, "I will not hesitate to end your pitiful existence."
The girl looked at the ball in alarm and then back at him, hesitating. No way was she allowing herself to be intimidated. "Do your worst," She snarled, squirming unhelpfully.
Vegeta didn't need to be told twice. However, in an unpredictable move, before he could hit her with the blast, he felt his stomach release an odd pain all around his body.
His grip loosened and he was kicked away by the same leg she had used to hit his groin. Sorely, he held his stomach, glaring at the woman as he rose and blocked another attack her hand released. The beam bounced off, and he took a minute to admire her ability.
Her precious scowl remained when she began to throw a barrage of hits that he dodged and blocked when she flew herself at him, emitting small grunts of overbearing strength the longer she continued to wave her fists around.
It got to the point where, if Vegeta had not grabbed her arms and booted her off, she wouldn't have ever stopped.
She released a painful grunt.
"That's it?" He asked, crossing his arms, looking down on her, "Pathetic."
The girl stood again. And again, she had shot herself at him at full force.
Over and over again, Vegeta had tossed her to the floor. Craters were littered around him, and he noticed how the little corpses stained her attire.
After many attempts, and at certain times getting the best of him because he had seen her use her head, she was shot back with one of his beams, landing unceremoniously onto the ground.
Particles of dust sprung from where she landed, hiding her body in all the unwanted terrain.
He expected her to get back up again because clearly, this woman had a damn fight on her. Her strength took a lot out of him when she could manage a hit, even with her low power level. She missed a lot, but when she didn't, he knew her power would most likely rival close to his.
Needless to say, he hated to admit that he was having fun with this.
It was too bad that he had finally managed to bring her down. It seemed her strength had dwindled.
Descending, he landed beside her unconscious body.
Scratches scattered over her weakened frame, and Vegeta eyed her mid-section that was now exposed from his beam disintegrating the fabric that covered her. In all honesty, he expected better.
But she was decent at best.
He glared at her.
This was a female Saiyan laying right in front of him. A fighter, no less, with power that would have probably been of an Elite Warrior. She had to have been part of a noble-class family. He had wondered why he'd never met her before.
Though, her coloring was absurd. Perhaps she was defective, which would give a reason as to why he never did. Defective Saiyans were sent away, exiled. They were a disgrace.
But if they held potential...
His eyes narrowed. He needed to leave this planet. His mission was done, and by this point, his associates were probably wondering what was taking him so long. Not that he cared what they thought. He was the Prince. He does what he wants.
And he wanted this girl with him.
Besides the obvious of her being Saiyan, he concluded that bringing the girl with him would bring many uses to him. Including an extra pair of hands to do all his bidding.
He glared. He did not wish to abandon her here nor bring her with him. She would be but another nuisance to deal with. But if she was the last of his kind... She needed to be alive at all costs.
Such fortune of finding the last female of his kind is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He did not wish to miss such an occasion, even if he didn't want to have anything to do with such a disgusting peasant.
He had no other choice but to bring her with him.
She was but a small beacon of hope.
Swallowing his pride, he picked up her limp body and took to the air.
Her scent became of him again and traces of his hands on her left him possessive.
If she was the last female Saiyan...
He'd make sure she was his and his alone.
And no other would touch her.
A prize like her belonged to a prince.
And he intended to keep it that way.
Leaving behind flames and death, he soared through the sky, back to find the two idiots that remained to wait for him.
[. . .]
"Vegeta," Raditz addressed, staying in place as his eyes curiously focused on the sight of blue across the prince. "Took you some time." The Saiyan stopped, his senses suddenly swarming. His eyes immediately darted to the woman in his arms, "A woman?"
Vegeta tossed her to the floor, making sure beforehand that nothing else was around to damage her further. Some of her blood splattered and tainted the soil.
Nappa sniffed the air. Slowly, he stood, "A Saiyan woman," His voice curled, shocked.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Raditz's eyes widened and his eyes shot to the prince.
The prince didn't look at them. He remained staring at the reluctantly lovely creature, thinking. "What of it?" He asked, annoyed.
"She's a Saiyan woman," Raditz stepped forward, "She's—"
"Don't even think about it," Vegeta growled at him, issuing him a hated glance with a tilt of his head that stopped the thirsted Saiyan from moving any closer, "Both of you will not touch, go near, or even look at her. Do you understand?" He asked, glaring.
Nappa said nothing and continued to look at the pretty little thing.
"You intend to keep her all to yourself?" Raditz growled, his hands forming fists.
"Yes. Is there a problem? Because if there's a problem," He raised his hand and pointed a power ball at him, "I have no problem getting rid of you."
Raditz stared at Vegeta hatefully. "Do you not realize this potential?" Raditz questioned, stepping forward, "Are you not aware of what this means!?"
Vegeta began to growl. "Of course I do, you fool." He snapped, and Raditz shook, on edge.
"...She must be the last," Raditz said. A soft look of anger settled on his countenance.
Vegeta did not like his tone. "Refrain from talking, before I remove your tongue. She is indeed the last female Saiyan, and I intend to keep her for the sole purpose to serve me. She is mine, and none of you will have any problems with that. Is that clear?" He asked.
They didn't respond.
Vegeta smirked, lowering his hand. "Good." He looked at the girl again, "Go arrange our pods. We leave now." He ordered, remaining to study her further.
"Right away, Vegeta," Nappa said, standing without any contradiction to what his prince said, shouldering Raditz out of the way.
Raditz reluctantly followed, not before sneaking another look at them.
"If I find that any of you defy my orders, I will kill you on the spot." He said menacingly, not bothering to turn to see the Saiyain's response.
Not that he needed to. Said Saiyan had left, the mood soured permanently.
Vegeta knew he would not be able to keep her safe at all times.
But damn everything else, he would see to it that this female lives for his personal amusement.
[. . .]
A/N: Hehe, Saiyans, am I right?
I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know if I should continue...
Toodles~
Ana.