Chapter 2
Bulma arrived at large door with the black-haired woman guiding her.
"Now Princess, you should understand that King Vegeta has appointed me to be your personal servant, so I will help you with your needs. You can call me Teada (Ti-ada)." Teada explained, talking in a gentle voice.
Bulma simply nodded and watched as Teada said something in Sayain language and the door opened. She followed Teada in the room that she was to stay at.
"This is shall be your room. You are to stay here with King Vegeta as he has commanded. You apparel should be found in the right of the bathroom, which is at the far end of the room if you see. King Vegeta will inform you of other situations soon. " Teada looked at Bulma who seemed to have a rather lost and sad look on her face. "Things will be better Princess, Planet Vegeta is not as bad as you think."
Bulma nodded once more, giving a slight smile. "Thank you Teada, I appreciate you help. And please call me Bulma."
"Yes. I will have to leave now, I will see you later Bulma." Teada bowed and left Bulma in the room.
The room was decorated in the same style as the past room she has been in, though it was much larger and eye catching. Things were different that Bulma had thought. She didn't think she would get her own servant, so far as staying in the same room as the Kings. The idea of having to stay with him in the same room scared her, refreshing her mind with memories of how horrible the creature was, informing her emotions not to be so clam. Yet, she didn't know what to think anymore, nothing was as she always saw it to be. Growing up to marry a prince and becoming a queen was out the window. Everyone she cared about was suddenly gone. The hands of time had cursed her.
She sat on the bed, mentally, physically and emotionally tired of everything. Is this how her life was meant to be? Was it to be a slave to a monster? No. she couldn't; her pride was too strong to let it be stepped on.
"So this is my life now." Bulma whispered to herself with a sigh before getting up. She walked to the closet, looking through the wide selection and took a random blue gown out and walked to the bathroom. Looking at the mirror, she let her long aqua hair loose before changing into the blue garment from her torn white gown.
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Vegeta started walking to his quarters, knowing the Aqua haired beauty was now there. He had seen many women in his life, but none with her beauty. Those ocean blue eyes that made him feel as though he could drown in their depts. With one look, small burgundy colored lips that made him crave to conquer with his own, and a figure that was as lovely as any. The princess had this fire to her that he likes; she was different. He knew she was safer now that he had made her his personal concubine. No one would dare to touch his property.
Yet he didn't know why he had really kept her alive. If he was going to treat her highly in his matter, what was it all for? She wasn't worth anything just like the pathetic planet she was from right? No.something told him differently. He didn't know why, but something told him it was right.
He arrived at his room, entering and suddenly stopping as he reached the bed, having Bulma in his line of sight. She was a sleep on the bed, her hair spreading wildly around her. Her gown was rather showing more than what Bulma would have wanted it too, since it had two slits up to her mid thigh, showing her creamy legs. Her face and upper body was facing up, with one hand near her face. Some cleavage could be seen with the blue gown, and her chest just moved in a clam rhythm as she breathed calmly in her slumber.
All the Sayain king wanted was to go to her, sleeping on his bed, but he refused his temptation of lust. "Onna, wakeup!" He said in his usual harsh tone of voice.
Bulma, slowly opened her eyes, getting sad seeing the King near. She gathered her legs to her chest, sitting on the far side of the bed, not saying a word.
"I have been training, so I am going to take a shower. You can sleep more if you want." He paused and looked at her quiet form. "You should be thankful for everything I have provided princess."
Bulma angered flared. "oh really!? I should thank you for killing my family, for destroying my planet and people, for making me your stupid concubine?"
"Actually, the planet one wasn't bad at all, considering that damn place needed a new look." The sayain said with a slight smirk. "To make it clear Onna, you couldn't have been much more than my 'stupid concubine' since you are not a sayain. I could make you a common palace whore, which would mean anyone could play with you as they want. I could also kill you, or make you some other kind of slave. Understand what I mean?"
Bulma's eyes began to tear, but she tried to hide them, not wanting to look weak in front of the monster. "I am not your whore, I'll never be."
"you are mine now, it doesn't matter what you want or don't want to be." Vegeta replied, walking to take his shower as Bulma put her face in one of the pillows, letting her tears free.
Bulma arrived at large door with the black-haired woman guiding her.
"Now Princess, you should understand that King Vegeta has appointed me to be your personal servant, so I will help you with your needs. You can call me Teada (Ti-ada)." Teada explained, talking in a gentle voice.
Bulma simply nodded and watched as Teada said something in Sayain language and the door opened. She followed Teada in the room that she was to stay at.
"This is shall be your room. You are to stay here with King Vegeta as he has commanded. You apparel should be found in the right of the bathroom, which is at the far end of the room if you see. King Vegeta will inform you of other situations soon. " Teada looked at Bulma who seemed to have a rather lost and sad look on her face. "Things will be better Princess, Planet Vegeta is not as bad as you think."
Bulma nodded once more, giving a slight smile. "Thank you Teada, I appreciate you help. And please call me Bulma."
"Yes. I will have to leave now, I will see you later Bulma." Teada bowed and left Bulma in the room.
The room was decorated in the same style as the past room she has been in, though it was much larger and eye catching. Things were different that Bulma had thought. She didn't think she would get her own servant, so far as staying in the same room as the Kings. The idea of having to stay with him in the same room scared her, refreshing her mind with memories of how horrible the creature was, informing her emotions not to be so clam. Yet, she didn't know what to think anymore, nothing was as she always saw it to be. Growing up to marry a prince and becoming a queen was out the window. Everyone she cared about was suddenly gone. The hands of time had cursed her.
She sat on the bed, mentally, physically and emotionally tired of everything. Is this how her life was meant to be? Was it to be a slave to a monster? No. she couldn't; her pride was too strong to let it be stepped on.
"So this is my life now." Bulma whispered to herself with a sigh before getting up. She walked to the closet, looking through the wide selection and took a random blue gown out and walked to the bathroom. Looking at the mirror, she let her long aqua hair loose before changing into the blue garment from her torn white gown.
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Vegeta started walking to his quarters, knowing the Aqua haired beauty was now there. He had seen many women in his life, but none with her beauty. Those ocean blue eyes that made him feel as though he could drown in their depts. With one look, small burgundy colored lips that made him crave to conquer with his own, and a figure that was as lovely as any. The princess had this fire to her that he likes; she was different. He knew she was safer now that he had made her his personal concubine. No one would dare to touch his property.
Yet he didn't know why he had really kept her alive. If he was going to treat her highly in his matter, what was it all for? She wasn't worth anything just like the pathetic planet she was from right? No.something told him differently. He didn't know why, but something told him it was right.
He arrived at his room, entering and suddenly stopping as he reached the bed, having Bulma in his line of sight. She was a sleep on the bed, her hair spreading wildly around her. Her gown was rather showing more than what Bulma would have wanted it too, since it had two slits up to her mid thigh, showing her creamy legs. Her face and upper body was facing up, with one hand near her face. Some cleavage could be seen with the blue gown, and her chest just moved in a clam rhythm as she breathed calmly in her slumber.
All the Sayain king wanted was to go to her, sleeping on his bed, but he refused his temptation of lust. "Onna, wakeup!" He said in his usual harsh tone of voice.
Bulma, slowly opened her eyes, getting sad seeing the King near. She gathered her legs to her chest, sitting on the far side of the bed, not saying a word.
"I have been training, so I am going to take a shower. You can sleep more if you want." He paused and looked at her quiet form. "You should be thankful for everything I have provided princess."
Bulma angered flared. "oh really!? I should thank you for killing my family, for destroying my planet and people, for making me your stupid concubine?"
"Actually, the planet one wasn't bad at all, considering that damn place needed a new look." The sayain said with a slight smirk. "To make it clear Onna, you couldn't have been much more than my 'stupid concubine' since you are not a sayain. I could make you a common palace whore, which would mean anyone could play with you as they want. I could also kill you, or make you some other kind of slave. Understand what I mean?"
Bulma's eyes began to tear, but she tried to hide them, not wanting to look weak in front of the monster. "I am not your whore, I'll never be."
"you are mine now, it doesn't matter what you want or don't want to be." Vegeta replied, walking to take his shower as Bulma put her face in one of the pillows, letting her tears free.