Disclaimers: Contrary to popular belief and speculation, I do NOT own DBZ
or its characters. (Except Vegeta, I keep him chained to my bed for my own
pleasure!)
** Summary: You always hear about Bulma being the sex slave in stories, but what happens when the roles are switched and its Vegeta thats forced into submission? The planet Vegeta-Sei is invaded and conquered by a stronger species and the Saiyans are taken into slavery, including everyone's favorite Prince!**
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" Get back in there, pig!" The large and bulky handler threw the dirtied man back into the cell ,slamming the titanium and steel cage doors shut with a grunt. "Its back to the mines with you, back into that hellhole for what you did!"
The portman smirked down at the bruised and bloodied Saiyan from behind the cell bars, the powerful form lying prostate on the floor, silent and unmoving." That'll teach you...... dont matter if you're the freaking prince or just another street rat, you'll learn to obey when we command you to do something." The fat and sweat drenched Tersian man pulled his head back and spitted at the once mighty Saiyan Prince, leaving globs of green mucus on his wounded body.
" Screw you, asshole." Came the muffled reply from the prince.
The handler snarled at the insult, waddling down the hall from the cell and yelled out before disappearing. " Oi, Jared! Bring me a collar for little Princey over there, and a good one, this time! I dont need for this one to escape again like the last time!"
Vegeta lay barely consious on the dirt floor, his nose smushed against the earth and his breathing labored. His right eye turned blue and had continued to swell even when the vicious beating the handlers and their assistants had given him earlier that morning had ended. His forehead stung tremendously and he had the slightest feeling that his brow had busted open and was bleeding profusely. His back stung with open wounds and pulsing red whipmarks adorned his once nicely tanned olive skin. One whip lash had opened the skin on his thigh,the wound still bleeding and the dry blood had left a dry crust on his leg and along the open skin.
A course laugh had brought Vegeta back to alertness, his one good eye moving to the side of the dark and crowded cell where his vision made out a figure crouching in the darkness, the body half hidden in the shadows. " Nice work Vegeta.......Why dont you escape again and get your head blasted off like the last attempted escapee?" The voice was shaky, laced with tiny traces of sarcasm and Vegeta couldn't stand listening to it.
" That would mean more food rations and more space for the rest of us." The scratchy laugh rang in Vegeta's ears again and he gritted his teeth, angry that his body was too injured and wounded to get up and pound that old Saiyan's face into the ground.
The smell of feces and bodily liquids stung at his senses and he wanted desparately to retch. He refused to let the Tersians know how much they've gotten to him, and as he laid face down in the dirt, his mind wandered. Wandered to his past and how he grew up, spoiled and lavished upon by his mother, trained and disciplined by his father. He was the mighty Saiyan Prince! How dare they invade his planet and enslave his people?!
But then, he thought, if he was as mighty and powerful as he claimed he was, his planet wouldn't be under the Tersian thumb and strict rule, now would it?
" Get up, pig. Time to put on your doggie collar!" The handler smirked into Vegeta's face and pulled him up by the hair, his head and upperbody protesting to the rough move. " I guarantee you'll either hate it or love it. But I doubt it'll be the latter!" With a hearty laugh and a forceful jerk, he pulled Vegeta to his knees, slapping on a heavy titanium collar around his neck.
The collar was attached to a short link chain on one end, and the porter pulled Vegeta across the cell floor to a two foot high metal pole protruding from the ground and fastened them together. The chain was too short to allow Vegeta to lie down and too short for him to sit up straight, and he had to swallow the scream of pain as he strained to keep himself off the ground. The collar was designed to strain the slave's muscles and to tire them out to avoid escape.
The portman's sneer was the last thing Vegeta heard as he disappeared down the hallway, " Nighty night pig!"
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The coach door closed behind her as she exited and stepped down to the ground. The dirt swirled around the hem of her midnight blue skirt as she moved, and she had to shield her eyes against the sun above her. The air outside was dry and humid, and the countess began to wish that she had worn something a little lighter that day.
A tall, black haired man jumped off the coach and stepped up behind her, handing her one of her fans to keep herself cool and offered his hand to the countess. " A new one today then, huh Madam?" he asked her.
A smile crept on her flawless face and she held back a whisp of teal- green hair that had escaped from her barrette with her right hand. " Very exciting isnt it, Goku?" She turned to her dear friend and 'slave' as he escourted her into the auction house." I told you, dont call me madam. I feel like an old woman, just call me Bulma."
" Yes Madam Bulma." Goku answered casually with a goofy smirk on his face. Bulma responded back with a giggle and a soft slap to his arm. The entrance to the slave market came up ahead of them and Bulma had the hide a sneer of contempt, one which Goku didnt fail to take notice of.
" You know I hate doing this. Dont you?"
" Yea, I guess I do. But you promised we'd get a new one today, and you know Chichi would be disappointed if we came home emptyhanded."
She sighed and looked the market up and down, finally turning to Goku, a sad look in her green eyes. " Its just that the Auction House looks like a horse's stable, and the slaves treated like animals. I hate that."
" Yeah, I know what you mean. Literally....."
Bulma glanced down, patted Goku's arm and allowed him to escort her inside.
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" Welcome gentlemen.... and ladies." The auctioneer smiled at the audience and then to Bulma, making the fact that she was the only woman in the group of prospective buyers even more obvious. She smiled back quickly and looked away.
"Alright, today we have a wide variety of new property that is availible to all of you, if you have the right amount only of course." The old auctioneer laughed nervously, only to hear random coughing and silence as his answer, and he quickly returned to the subject.
" These slaves as all others, are pleasure slaves as you all know. They were trained, dominated and their spirits broken for your convienience."
In the audience, Bulma snorted quietly and she felt Goku lay a hand on hers to comfort her and she smiled appreciatively to her friend.
" These specifically were slaves that were returned because of the natural death of thier owners, owners that went bankrupt and could not sustain them or because of the slave's own misbehavior."
The men around Bulma and Goku appaled at the last statment and started to verbally question the loyalty of the new slaves. " Now, now. I assure you. ALL slaves has been thoroughly broken and disciplined, so chances of them going out of your control is highly unlikely!"
" Hehe... Lets get to them,eh? Bring them in!"
An hour into the auction, Bulma and Goku hadn't found the right Saiyan and both silently knew that they weren't going to, not with the auction ending in fifteen minutes. Goku sighed quietly next to her and his master smiled at him consolingly.
" Now my dear audience," The aging auctioneer behind the podium stated with feigned happiness. " My next and last is the cream of the crop I assure you. When our mighty Tersian forces conquered this savage planet seventeen years ago and set rule over it, we executed the army generals, politicians and rulers. But, our forces had forgotten ONE lonely little Saiyan Child. Now, the little child isnt a child anymore of course." He ended with a few mumurs of disappointment from some of the men. " And who do you think this now Saiyan man turned out to be?" He waited for added dramatic effect. " This man who we will bring out next is the hereditary Saiyan Prince! Bring him out Jared!"
The bulky portman and a thinner, but muscular assistant dragged out Vegeta, his hands and legs chained to prevent movement. He was breathing heavily, and had an obviously new and pulsing red whip lash across his abs. The handlers had given him the least amount of clothing to accentuate Vegeta's rough and chiseled features with out leaving him naked and offensive to other easily insulted buyers.
Bulma's eyes slapped open wide and she clutched Goku's hand next to her. " HIM! I want him Goku....Dont you agree?"
Goku looked at the Saiyan Prince and back at Bulma with an uneasy glance. "He looks dangerous doesnt he? You think you should wager? I mean.... We dont know how he will respond to every one back at the castle. He could be unstable." Goku glanced at Vegeta up on the stage, who was now fighting against three stable hands and the two original handlers. " I take that back, Bulma. He IS unstable."
Bulma frowned at him, upset that he didnt agree that Vegeta was the best choice to take home. " Well, Chichi wasn't in the best of minds when we brought her home two years ago either, and look at her now. Besides, I wont be able to come back to the auction house until next year. And I have a feeling he wont be there when I come back."
Goku stayed silent in his seat, ignoring the ruckus going on in front of him on the stage. " Fine, Madam. Do as you wish."
She stood up, the only buyer to stand out and yelled. " I'll pay five hundred thousand zens."
The whole house had turned silent at her scream. The buyers around her whispered amongst themselves, the auctioneer stood speechless at the podium, and even Vegeta and his handlers stared at her with interest.
" Uh, countess." He started nervously." Your wager is a generous one indeed, but this Saiyan is already accounted for!He was wagered for seven hundered thousand Zens while you were speaking with your slave."
Bulma knitted her eyebrows. " Who wagered seven hundred thousand?"
" I did. Im sorry if you're disappointed."
To Bulmas right, a cocky headed baron named Yamcha slauntered up next to her. She groaned to herself as he gave her hand a swift peck. " Yes, he is something, isnt he? " Yamcha remarked as he leaned in closer to her ear." I would love to include him in my collection. Im so getting tired of all the other ones, they're too submissive and clingy. I need one that will resist alittle, make the game alittle more spicy, dont you think?"
She scowled openly and pushed away from her ear." You disgust me." " I'll pay 750 thousand for the saiyan." She yelled to the auctioneer.
" Eight hundred thousand....." Yamcha called out casually.
" Eight hundred fifty thousand!!" Bulma yelled, her face becoming red with anger.
" Nine hundred seventy five thousand!" He called out when the auctioneer glanced at him.
Bulma clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. " Damnit!! One Million Five hundred thousand Zens!!!!!"
When the auctioneer turned to Yamcha for his input, Yamcha just casually shook his head and waved it off. " Sold! The Saiyan Prince Sold to Countess Bulma Briefs for 1,500,000 Zens. Thank you gentlemen, this month's auction is over. Good day."
" Wow, Bulma. Thats alot of money for a slave! Dang, thats a lot for anything!"
She stood speechless, shocked that she had spent so much money on one slave. A slave that would probably reck the house and hurt her friends, but she couldnt have left him there, or in Yamcha's collection. She shivered at the thought. Bulma glanced quietly to the stage where the handlers stabbed Vegeta with a potent tranquilizer to make him sleep through the ride home, and she wondered. Wondered if this was the right thing to do.
She glanced transfixed as Vegeta's onyx eyes stared at her emptily, before being stabbed with another shot of tranquilizer and his black endless eyes closed until he reached his new home.
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yay, my first chappie!! I know this is kinda weird, but please if you want me to continue, please review. I wanna know that people are actually reading. until next time, Ja!
** Summary: You always hear about Bulma being the sex slave in stories, but what happens when the roles are switched and its Vegeta thats forced into submission? The planet Vegeta-Sei is invaded and conquered by a stronger species and the Saiyans are taken into slavery, including everyone's favorite Prince!**
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" Get back in there, pig!" The large and bulky handler threw the dirtied man back into the cell ,slamming the titanium and steel cage doors shut with a grunt. "Its back to the mines with you, back into that hellhole for what you did!"
The portman smirked down at the bruised and bloodied Saiyan from behind the cell bars, the powerful form lying prostate on the floor, silent and unmoving." That'll teach you...... dont matter if you're the freaking prince or just another street rat, you'll learn to obey when we command you to do something." The fat and sweat drenched Tersian man pulled his head back and spitted at the once mighty Saiyan Prince, leaving globs of green mucus on his wounded body.
" Screw you, asshole." Came the muffled reply from the prince.
The handler snarled at the insult, waddling down the hall from the cell and yelled out before disappearing. " Oi, Jared! Bring me a collar for little Princey over there, and a good one, this time! I dont need for this one to escape again like the last time!"
Vegeta lay barely consious on the dirt floor, his nose smushed against the earth and his breathing labored. His right eye turned blue and had continued to swell even when the vicious beating the handlers and their assistants had given him earlier that morning had ended. His forehead stung tremendously and he had the slightest feeling that his brow had busted open and was bleeding profusely. His back stung with open wounds and pulsing red whipmarks adorned his once nicely tanned olive skin. One whip lash had opened the skin on his thigh,the wound still bleeding and the dry blood had left a dry crust on his leg and along the open skin.
A course laugh had brought Vegeta back to alertness, his one good eye moving to the side of the dark and crowded cell where his vision made out a figure crouching in the darkness, the body half hidden in the shadows. " Nice work Vegeta.......Why dont you escape again and get your head blasted off like the last attempted escapee?" The voice was shaky, laced with tiny traces of sarcasm and Vegeta couldn't stand listening to it.
" That would mean more food rations and more space for the rest of us." The scratchy laugh rang in Vegeta's ears again and he gritted his teeth, angry that his body was too injured and wounded to get up and pound that old Saiyan's face into the ground.
The smell of feces and bodily liquids stung at his senses and he wanted desparately to retch. He refused to let the Tersians know how much they've gotten to him, and as he laid face down in the dirt, his mind wandered. Wandered to his past and how he grew up, spoiled and lavished upon by his mother, trained and disciplined by his father. He was the mighty Saiyan Prince! How dare they invade his planet and enslave his people?!
But then, he thought, if he was as mighty and powerful as he claimed he was, his planet wouldn't be under the Tersian thumb and strict rule, now would it?
" Get up, pig. Time to put on your doggie collar!" The handler smirked into Vegeta's face and pulled him up by the hair, his head and upperbody protesting to the rough move. " I guarantee you'll either hate it or love it. But I doubt it'll be the latter!" With a hearty laugh and a forceful jerk, he pulled Vegeta to his knees, slapping on a heavy titanium collar around his neck.
The collar was attached to a short link chain on one end, and the porter pulled Vegeta across the cell floor to a two foot high metal pole protruding from the ground and fastened them together. The chain was too short to allow Vegeta to lie down and too short for him to sit up straight, and he had to swallow the scream of pain as he strained to keep himself off the ground. The collar was designed to strain the slave's muscles and to tire them out to avoid escape.
The portman's sneer was the last thing Vegeta heard as he disappeared down the hallway, " Nighty night pig!"
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The coach door closed behind her as she exited and stepped down to the ground. The dirt swirled around the hem of her midnight blue skirt as she moved, and she had to shield her eyes against the sun above her. The air outside was dry and humid, and the countess began to wish that she had worn something a little lighter that day.
A tall, black haired man jumped off the coach and stepped up behind her, handing her one of her fans to keep herself cool and offered his hand to the countess. " A new one today then, huh Madam?" he asked her.
A smile crept on her flawless face and she held back a whisp of teal- green hair that had escaped from her barrette with her right hand. " Very exciting isnt it, Goku?" She turned to her dear friend and 'slave' as he escourted her into the auction house." I told you, dont call me madam. I feel like an old woman, just call me Bulma."
" Yes Madam Bulma." Goku answered casually with a goofy smirk on his face. Bulma responded back with a giggle and a soft slap to his arm. The entrance to the slave market came up ahead of them and Bulma had the hide a sneer of contempt, one which Goku didnt fail to take notice of.
" You know I hate doing this. Dont you?"
" Yea, I guess I do. But you promised we'd get a new one today, and you know Chichi would be disappointed if we came home emptyhanded."
She sighed and looked the market up and down, finally turning to Goku, a sad look in her green eyes. " Its just that the Auction House looks like a horse's stable, and the slaves treated like animals. I hate that."
" Yeah, I know what you mean. Literally....."
Bulma glanced down, patted Goku's arm and allowed him to escort her inside.
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" Welcome gentlemen.... and ladies." The auctioneer smiled at the audience and then to Bulma, making the fact that she was the only woman in the group of prospective buyers even more obvious. She smiled back quickly and looked away.
"Alright, today we have a wide variety of new property that is availible to all of you, if you have the right amount only of course." The old auctioneer laughed nervously, only to hear random coughing and silence as his answer, and he quickly returned to the subject.
" These slaves as all others, are pleasure slaves as you all know. They were trained, dominated and their spirits broken for your convienience."
In the audience, Bulma snorted quietly and she felt Goku lay a hand on hers to comfort her and she smiled appreciatively to her friend.
" These specifically were slaves that were returned because of the natural death of thier owners, owners that went bankrupt and could not sustain them or because of the slave's own misbehavior."
The men around Bulma and Goku appaled at the last statment and started to verbally question the loyalty of the new slaves. " Now, now. I assure you. ALL slaves has been thoroughly broken and disciplined, so chances of them going out of your control is highly unlikely!"
" Hehe... Lets get to them,eh? Bring them in!"
An hour into the auction, Bulma and Goku hadn't found the right Saiyan and both silently knew that they weren't going to, not with the auction ending in fifteen minutes. Goku sighed quietly next to her and his master smiled at him consolingly.
" Now my dear audience," The aging auctioneer behind the podium stated with feigned happiness. " My next and last is the cream of the crop I assure you. When our mighty Tersian forces conquered this savage planet seventeen years ago and set rule over it, we executed the army generals, politicians and rulers. But, our forces had forgotten ONE lonely little Saiyan Child. Now, the little child isnt a child anymore of course." He ended with a few mumurs of disappointment from some of the men. " And who do you think this now Saiyan man turned out to be?" He waited for added dramatic effect. " This man who we will bring out next is the hereditary Saiyan Prince! Bring him out Jared!"
The bulky portman and a thinner, but muscular assistant dragged out Vegeta, his hands and legs chained to prevent movement. He was breathing heavily, and had an obviously new and pulsing red whip lash across his abs. The handlers had given him the least amount of clothing to accentuate Vegeta's rough and chiseled features with out leaving him naked and offensive to other easily insulted buyers.
Bulma's eyes slapped open wide and she clutched Goku's hand next to her. " HIM! I want him Goku....Dont you agree?"
Goku looked at the Saiyan Prince and back at Bulma with an uneasy glance. "He looks dangerous doesnt he? You think you should wager? I mean.... We dont know how he will respond to every one back at the castle. He could be unstable." Goku glanced at Vegeta up on the stage, who was now fighting against three stable hands and the two original handlers. " I take that back, Bulma. He IS unstable."
Bulma frowned at him, upset that he didnt agree that Vegeta was the best choice to take home. " Well, Chichi wasn't in the best of minds when we brought her home two years ago either, and look at her now. Besides, I wont be able to come back to the auction house until next year. And I have a feeling he wont be there when I come back."
Goku stayed silent in his seat, ignoring the ruckus going on in front of him on the stage. " Fine, Madam. Do as you wish."
She stood up, the only buyer to stand out and yelled. " I'll pay five hundred thousand zens."
The whole house had turned silent at her scream. The buyers around her whispered amongst themselves, the auctioneer stood speechless at the podium, and even Vegeta and his handlers stared at her with interest.
" Uh, countess." He started nervously." Your wager is a generous one indeed, but this Saiyan is already accounted for!He was wagered for seven hundered thousand Zens while you were speaking with your slave."
Bulma knitted her eyebrows. " Who wagered seven hundred thousand?"
" I did. Im sorry if you're disappointed."
To Bulmas right, a cocky headed baron named Yamcha slauntered up next to her. She groaned to herself as he gave her hand a swift peck. " Yes, he is something, isnt he? " Yamcha remarked as he leaned in closer to her ear." I would love to include him in my collection. Im so getting tired of all the other ones, they're too submissive and clingy. I need one that will resist alittle, make the game alittle more spicy, dont you think?"
She scowled openly and pushed away from her ear." You disgust me." " I'll pay 750 thousand for the saiyan." She yelled to the auctioneer.
" Eight hundred thousand....." Yamcha called out casually.
" Eight hundred fifty thousand!!" Bulma yelled, her face becoming red with anger.
" Nine hundred seventy five thousand!" He called out when the auctioneer glanced at him.
Bulma clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. " Damnit!! One Million Five hundred thousand Zens!!!!!"
When the auctioneer turned to Yamcha for his input, Yamcha just casually shook his head and waved it off. " Sold! The Saiyan Prince Sold to Countess Bulma Briefs for 1,500,000 Zens. Thank you gentlemen, this month's auction is over. Good day."
" Wow, Bulma. Thats alot of money for a slave! Dang, thats a lot for anything!"
She stood speechless, shocked that she had spent so much money on one slave. A slave that would probably reck the house and hurt her friends, but she couldnt have left him there, or in Yamcha's collection. She shivered at the thought. Bulma glanced quietly to the stage where the handlers stabbed Vegeta with a potent tranquilizer to make him sleep through the ride home, and she wondered. Wondered if this was the right thing to do.
She glanced transfixed as Vegeta's onyx eyes stared at her emptily, before being stabbed with another shot of tranquilizer and his black endless eyes closed until he reached his new home.
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yay, my first chappie!! I know this is kinda weird, but please if you want me to continue, please review. I wanna know that people are actually reading. until next time, Ja!