**Hey guys. This is just a lil' experimental fic. Review if you like it and want me to continue writing it, ignore it if you don't. But quite frankly, I'm pretty sure that I'm not going to continue it...that is, unless you guys tell me different! So read, review, and tell me what ya think. Okay? Okay! Sayonara for now!**
**HIYA ALL! TG here, and guess what! This is my 4th fic, 2nd epic! Now, now, I'm not quittin' DCT, that will never happen. I've just had this idea buggin me for a LONG time now, and I can't get any sleep without first jotting all of this down. So, anyway, this fic is my first COMPLETE A/U B/V get-together. In this ficcie, Bulma's kinda a slave/pet for a really exotic, handsome, RICH alien, and so is Vegeta. . . maybe. Hell, even I don't know all of the details yet. But I do know that somehow they will find their way to eachother. . . *sigh* I'm a hopeless romantic, I know. So sue me! Actually, don't. Sorry hunnies, I gots no munnies. Anyway, read, enjoy, review! Oh, and I own nothing but the characters in here that you've never heard of (i.e: Yoradch and Qorgin)! That being said, I bid you sayonara. . . for now!**
Better Times Are Coming
Chapter 1: Switching Owners
A/N: First one! When you see parentheses, they are the translations. Okay? Okay! Ja!
"This the one?" questioned the blue-skinned alien.
"Yep. This's the female I was tellin' ya 'bout." answered Yoradch, a humanoid with green skin and purple hair cut into a mohawk. "I still got 500 kebos invested in a failed breedin' too. The bitch wouldn't even take to the male. Snubbed him."
"Damn. You sure that she's not just too young?" inquired the other being, staring into the compartment where the subject of their conversation cowered.
"Qorgin, I already told ya. She's 18 standard space years. If a female hasn't come into heat at least once afore then, she's obviously asexual. And them Earthlin's ain't no asexuals. I know. Believe me, I know." Yoradch chuckled impishly.
"I'll just have to take your word for it then, never been to that quadrant. So, onto our business, how much did you say you wanted for her?"
"I'll take 3,000 kebos."
"3,000? That's a little steep, don't you think?" queried Qorgin warily.
"I paid 5,000 for the wretch, so yer gettin' her fer a steal. She's worthwhile as a slave, but I wouldn't suggest registerin' her in any breedin' program. As I said afore, she don't turn out."
"Well I know that my master really wanted a human, as they are rare, but he specifically instructed me not to go any higher than 2,000 kebos. So I'll just have to wait until the next comes along I s'pose." sighed Qorgin.
"Wait! I'll give 'er to ya fer 2,500 kebos. Is it a deal?" offered Yoradch.
"I don't know..."
"Fine! 2,300! That's as low as I'll git though."
"Sold!"
"Great! I'll have 'er leashed up in just a second." the humanoid told his customer, turning to his "goods."
"Eyoea nosge nogwey ndoi Endoe dnogs itso dne neid ehso!" hissed the female as her caretaker approached.
(Touch me and I swear to Kami I will bite your fingers off!)
"Stwerht ruow rofssel erac t'ndluk I dea dlas neeb tsuj ev'uoi, hcow nmad ey pu tuls. Di kneht, sdnah ym fo tuo er'py." he spat back.
(Shut up, witch. You've just been sold to tha' nice alien and I couldn't care less fer yer pathetic threats.)
"What the hell did you just speak?" demanded Qorgin.
"It's her language, Japanese I think. Very complicated, but all you got to do is buy this nice lil' universal translator I stole from 'er and ya'll understand everythin' she says and vice versa. Only 700 kebos!" replied the trader, holding up the watch-like device, pleased.
"Well, if you stole it from her, then I guess that I bought it along with her." commented the blue alien, snatching the item from his companion. "You can talk to my employer if you have any protests." he said snidely as he fastened the small invention to his bulky wrist. "Are you done yet?"
Yoradch looked over at the human, and quick as lightning snapped the leash onto the collar around her neck. She growled at him and he smirked in response. He tugged on the material in his hands and exchanged woman for money.
"Come, wench." commanded Qorgin as he lead her towards his spaceship.
"I have a name you know, damn bastard." she grumbled.
"And what might that be?" he questioned, raising a hairless eyebrow.
"Bulma Briefs." she answered, holding her head up proudly.
"You say that as if you were someone important."
"I...was..." Bulma sighed, dropping her head again.
"Who were you before now?"
"Why do you care?"
"Don't answer a question with a question, it's rude." scolded the male.
"Fine. I was a famed scientist, inventor, and beauty back home." she consented, her eyes becoming misty.
Qorgin studied his new subject carefully. Taking satisfied note of her interesting coloration. Blue was his favorite color, and her hair and eyes stood out vividly against her unnaturally pale skin. She was very pretty compared to his usual tastes. And his superior was fond of unique specimens of endangered species. He switched his head back onto their path and stopped in front of a huge white ship with a simple, round design.
Bulma watched Qorgin interestedly as he typed in a code on a strange keypad. She recognized this type of alien. He was called a Keiborian. His beady black eyes were sunken into his triangular head and his nose was made up of three slits in the center of his face. Purple lips outlined a large mouth that stretched from one ear (a hole in the side of his head) to the other. His muscular build, completely lacking hair anywhere on his body, and taloned limbs only confirmed her classification. Topping off the entire odd body of the blue being was a four foot long tail with venomous spikes protruding from the endpoint. He looked frightening, but Bulma knew that his kind were peaceful farmers on their home planet of Keiborg and simple traders elsewhere.
Qorgin pulled Bulma's leash gently and guided her into the open cavity of the vessel. Bulma grudgingly followed him onto the ship and stopped in the entry hall, gaping at the various machines surrounding her.
The devices clicked and whirred as the ship sprang to life at Qorgin's foreign command. The woman's eyes sprang from one instrument to the next in excitement, it was heaven to her scientific brain. A small hand stretched towards one of the mechanisms only to be slapped away by her captor. She scowled and cradled her throbbing limb.
"Quit makin' that face." ordered Qorgin. "I didn' hit you that hard."
"Maybe you don't think you did, but it seemed so to me." she spat back bitterly.
"Your people really are weak, aren' they?" laughed the Keiborian.
Bulma stuck her nose up in the air and humphed, earning more laughter from the blue alien.
"Where exactly are you taking me, you oversized blue-berry?" she demanded.
"What the cosmos is a blue-berry?" he questioned.
"Never mind, just tell me where we're going...please." Bulma asked, adding the last part as an afterthought.
"We're headin' to planet Aurerua, where my employer is awaiting your arrival."
"Why exactly did you 'purchase' me?"
"My boss is a collector of sorts. He gathers rare species from the 4 corners of the universe, he likes to aquire both sexes. If he can get both, they're separated into his 'breeding stock' but if he only has one of a species, then he usually turns it into a slave. If it's an extremely attractive female or male, however," Qorgin winked at Bulma, "he may just add them to his sex stock. He swings both ways, so to speak."
Bulma blushed at Qorgin's obvious hint at her beauty, though slightly disgusted by his master's bisexualism. "Does he already have a human male?"
"Hmm...I think he has one. I'm not sure though. I know that he has a male Saiyan, their DNA is very similar to yours. The Saiyan's planet was destroyed about 12 years ago, only one, the prince, survived. Though Lord Juick has taken quite a liking to the lad, the cocky lil' bastard won't have any of it. So he was turned into a slave." responded Qorgin.
"There is no way I would ever sleep with a man who only wanted sex. He'll just have to settle on turning me into a slave, I'd die before becoming a concubine." Bulma snorted.
"That's not very attractive, young lady." scolded the alien before her.
"Like hell I care what you think of me." she growled, spitting on the ground of the ship and glaring at him.
"My, you're a lil' spitfire, aren't you?" laughed Qorign.
Bulma just continued giving him her most intimidating stare.
"I think that you and that little prince will get along quite nicely. He's not one to take shit from anybody either."
"I'm not interested in meeting the damn bastard, I just want to go home!"
"Sorry missy, but your planet...Earth...was destroyed well over a year ago. There's nothing left of it." said the Keiborian sadly.
"Why does this always have to happen to me?!" she exclaimed, her eyes tearing up. "Goku, Yamcha, Krillin Mother, Father, even Master Roshi are really all gone, it's not fair!"
"Miss Briefs was it? I'm sorry but that's the breaks." sighed Qorgin as he started up the ship. "Master Juick's home planet was destroyed too."
"What kind of alien is he?" sniffled Bulma, biting her lower lip in an attempt to control her surging emotions.
"Youesnodgw. You know the type, I'm sure of it."
"I'm afraid it doesn't sound familiar." she admitted as the ship gently rocked in take-off preparation and soon after roared away from the space port. She sat down on one of the chairs at the front of the ship, waiting for Qorgin's answer.
"Well...he himself is one of a kind, which is where his fettish for unique specimens stems from I s'pose. His planet was destroyed exactly 500 years ago to this date." answered Qorgin as he thoughtfully rubbed his chin, setting the ship to auto-pilot and taking a seat in front of Bulma.
"Then how could he have lived so long, or do Youesnodgw just have really long lifespans?" inquired Bulma politely.
"No, they didn't have too long of lives, but you see, his race had advanced psychic powers, so they knew about their destruction eons before it actually occurred. Since they knew about their end, they slowly began sending their youth off-planet. But after 493 years of doing so, their enemies quickly caught wind of it, destroying the ones that remained on the planet and hunting down the children sent away. Lord Juick was one of the ones to be sent to safety. He was one of the earlier ones, and was successfully put into chryogenic sleep. He is literally 452 years old, but looks no older than 25 because of the gas that served to both keep him asleep and slow his aging." explained the Keiborian.
"Oh...wow..." sighed Bulma in amazement. "Then I must say that I am very interested in meeting him..."
"And he feels the same towards you, Miss Briefs. You will be an invaluable addition to his collection. And mind you me, he will take much better care of you than that beast who sold you to me. I can guarantee it, even if you refuse his sexual advances."
"Hm. Qorgin, do you have someplace for me to nap? I think the stress of these past few months of being over-worked is finally getting to me..." said the Earthling wearily.
"I'll show you to the bed-chambers. We should arrive on Aurerua in about 2 days. You are welcome to sleep until then." replied Qorgin, taking Bulma's elbow and leading her to the back of the ship.
"I don't think I'm that tired..." sighed Bulma before passing out on the bed.
"I'm so sure of that." chuckled Qorgin as he tossed a blanket over her and went to contact his employer.
**Soooo? Did you like it? Should I continue it? Is it worth a shot? I want your honest to Kami opinion...even if it's a flame *winces* though I hope I won't get any. R&R please! Sayonara!**
**HIYA ALL! TG here, and guess what! This is my 4th fic, 2nd epic! Now, now, I'm not quittin' DCT, that will never happen. I've just had this idea buggin me for a LONG time now, and I can't get any sleep without first jotting all of this down. So, anyway, this fic is my first COMPLETE A/U B/V get-together. In this ficcie, Bulma's kinda a slave/pet for a really exotic, handsome, RICH alien, and so is Vegeta. . . maybe. Hell, even I don't know all of the details yet. But I do know that somehow they will find their way to eachother. . . *sigh* I'm a hopeless romantic, I know. So sue me! Actually, don't. Sorry hunnies, I gots no munnies. Anyway, read, enjoy, review! Oh, and I own nothing but the characters in here that you've never heard of (i.e: Yoradch and Qorgin)! That being said, I bid you sayonara. . . for now!**
Better Times Are Coming
Chapter 1: Switching Owners
A/N: First one! When you see parentheses, they are the translations. Okay? Okay! Ja!
"This the one?" questioned the blue-skinned alien.
"Yep. This's the female I was tellin' ya 'bout." answered Yoradch, a humanoid with green skin and purple hair cut into a mohawk. "I still got 500 kebos invested in a failed breedin' too. The bitch wouldn't even take to the male. Snubbed him."
"Damn. You sure that she's not just too young?" inquired the other being, staring into the compartment where the subject of their conversation cowered.
"Qorgin, I already told ya. She's 18 standard space years. If a female hasn't come into heat at least once afore then, she's obviously asexual. And them Earthlin's ain't no asexuals. I know. Believe me, I know." Yoradch chuckled impishly.
"I'll just have to take your word for it then, never been to that quadrant. So, onto our business, how much did you say you wanted for her?"
"I'll take 3,000 kebos."
"3,000? That's a little steep, don't you think?" queried Qorgin warily.
"I paid 5,000 for the wretch, so yer gettin' her fer a steal. She's worthwhile as a slave, but I wouldn't suggest registerin' her in any breedin' program. As I said afore, she don't turn out."
"Well I know that my master really wanted a human, as they are rare, but he specifically instructed me not to go any higher than 2,000 kebos. So I'll just have to wait until the next comes along I s'pose." sighed Qorgin.
"Wait! I'll give 'er to ya fer 2,500 kebos. Is it a deal?" offered Yoradch.
"I don't know..."
"Fine! 2,300! That's as low as I'll git though."
"Sold!"
"Great! I'll have 'er leashed up in just a second." the humanoid told his customer, turning to his "goods."
"Eyoea nosge nogwey ndoi Endoe dnogs itso dne neid ehso!" hissed the female as her caretaker approached.
(Touch me and I swear to Kami I will bite your fingers off!)
"Stwerht ruow rofssel erac t'ndluk I dea dlas neeb tsuj ev'uoi, hcow nmad ey pu tuls. Di kneht, sdnah ym fo tuo er'py." he spat back.
(Shut up, witch. You've just been sold to tha' nice alien and I couldn't care less fer yer pathetic threats.)
"What the hell did you just speak?" demanded Qorgin.
"It's her language, Japanese I think. Very complicated, but all you got to do is buy this nice lil' universal translator I stole from 'er and ya'll understand everythin' she says and vice versa. Only 700 kebos!" replied the trader, holding up the watch-like device, pleased.
"Well, if you stole it from her, then I guess that I bought it along with her." commented the blue alien, snatching the item from his companion. "You can talk to my employer if you have any protests." he said snidely as he fastened the small invention to his bulky wrist. "Are you done yet?"
Yoradch looked over at the human, and quick as lightning snapped the leash onto the collar around her neck. She growled at him and he smirked in response. He tugged on the material in his hands and exchanged woman for money.
"Come, wench." commanded Qorgin as he lead her towards his spaceship.
"I have a name you know, damn bastard." she grumbled.
"And what might that be?" he questioned, raising a hairless eyebrow.
"Bulma Briefs." she answered, holding her head up proudly.
"You say that as if you were someone important."
"I...was..." Bulma sighed, dropping her head again.
"Who were you before now?"
"Why do you care?"
"Don't answer a question with a question, it's rude." scolded the male.
"Fine. I was a famed scientist, inventor, and beauty back home." she consented, her eyes becoming misty.
Qorgin studied his new subject carefully. Taking satisfied note of her interesting coloration. Blue was his favorite color, and her hair and eyes stood out vividly against her unnaturally pale skin. She was very pretty compared to his usual tastes. And his superior was fond of unique specimens of endangered species. He switched his head back onto their path and stopped in front of a huge white ship with a simple, round design.
Bulma watched Qorgin interestedly as he typed in a code on a strange keypad. She recognized this type of alien. He was called a Keiborian. His beady black eyes were sunken into his triangular head and his nose was made up of three slits in the center of his face. Purple lips outlined a large mouth that stretched from one ear (a hole in the side of his head) to the other. His muscular build, completely lacking hair anywhere on his body, and taloned limbs only confirmed her classification. Topping off the entire odd body of the blue being was a four foot long tail with venomous spikes protruding from the endpoint. He looked frightening, but Bulma knew that his kind were peaceful farmers on their home planet of Keiborg and simple traders elsewhere.
Qorgin pulled Bulma's leash gently and guided her into the open cavity of the vessel. Bulma grudgingly followed him onto the ship and stopped in the entry hall, gaping at the various machines surrounding her.
The devices clicked and whirred as the ship sprang to life at Qorgin's foreign command. The woman's eyes sprang from one instrument to the next in excitement, it was heaven to her scientific brain. A small hand stretched towards one of the mechanisms only to be slapped away by her captor. She scowled and cradled her throbbing limb.
"Quit makin' that face." ordered Qorgin. "I didn' hit you that hard."
"Maybe you don't think you did, but it seemed so to me." she spat back bitterly.
"Your people really are weak, aren' they?" laughed the Keiborian.
Bulma stuck her nose up in the air and humphed, earning more laughter from the blue alien.
"Where exactly are you taking me, you oversized blue-berry?" she demanded.
"What the cosmos is a blue-berry?" he questioned.
"Never mind, just tell me where we're going...please." Bulma asked, adding the last part as an afterthought.
"We're headin' to planet Aurerua, where my employer is awaiting your arrival."
"Why exactly did you 'purchase' me?"
"My boss is a collector of sorts. He gathers rare species from the 4 corners of the universe, he likes to aquire both sexes. If he can get both, they're separated into his 'breeding stock' but if he only has one of a species, then he usually turns it into a slave. If it's an extremely attractive female or male, however," Qorgin winked at Bulma, "he may just add them to his sex stock. He swings both ways, so to speak."
Bulma blushed at Qorgin's obvious hint at her beauty, though slightly disgusted by his master's bisexualism. "Does he already have a human male?"
"Hmm...I think he has one. I'm not sure though. I know that he has a male Saiyan, their DNA is very similar to yours. The Saiyan's planet was destroyed about 12 years ago, only one, the prince, survived. Though Lord Juick has taken quite a liking to the lad, the cocky lil' bastard won't have any of it. So he was turned into a slave." responded Qorgin.
"There is no way I would ever sleep with a man who only wanted sex. He'll just have to settle on turning me into a slave, I'd die before becoming a concubine." Bulma snorted.
"That's not very attractive, young lady." scolded the alien before her.
"Like hell I care what you think of me." she growled, spitting on the ground of the ship and glaring at him.
"My, you're a lil' spitfire, aren't you?" laughed Qorign.
Bulma just continued giving him her most intimidating stare.
"I think that you and that little prince will get along quite nicely. He's not one to take shit from anybody either."
"I'm not interested in meeting the damn bastard, I just want to go home!"
"Sorry missy, but your planet...Earth...was destroyed well over a year ago. There's nothing left of it." said the Keiborian sadly.
"Why does this always have to happen to me?!" she exclaimed, her eyes tearing up. "Goku, Yamcha, Krillin Mother, Father, even Master Roshi are really all gone, it's not fair!"
"Miss Briefs was it? I'm sorry but that's the breaks." sighed Qorgin as he started up the ship. "Master Juick's home planet was destroyed too."
"What kind of alien is he?" sniffled Bulma, biting her lower lip in an attempt to control her surging emotions.
"Youesnodgw. You know the type, I'm sure of it."
"I'm afraid it doesn't sound familiar." she admitted as the ship gently rocked in take-off preparation and soon after roared away from the space port. She sat down on one of the chairs at the front of the ship, waiting for Qorgin's answer.
"Well...he himself is one of a kind, which is where his fettish for unique specimens stems from I s'pose. His planet was destroyed exactly 500 years ago to this date." answered Qorgin as he thoughtfully rubbed his chin, setting the ship to auto-pilot and taking a seat in front of Bulma.
"Then how could he have lived so long, or do Youesnodgw just have really long lifespans?" inquired Bulma politely.
"No, they didn't have too long of lives, but you see, his race had advanced psychic powers, so they knew about their destruction eons before it actually occurred. Since they knew about their end, they slowly began sending their youth off-planet. But after 493 years of doing so, their enemies quickly caught wind of it, destroying the ones that remained on the planet and hunting down the children sent away. Lord Juick was one of the ones to be sent to safety. He was one of the earlier ones, and was successfully put into chryogenic sleep. He is literally 452 years old, but looks no older than 25 because of the gas that served to both keep him asleep and slow his aging." explained the Keiborian.
"Oh...wow..." sighed Bulma in amazement. "Then I must say that I am very interested in meeting him..."
"And he feels the same towards you, Miss Briefs. You will be an invaluable addition to his collection. And mind you me, he will take much better care of you than that beast who sold you to me. I can guarantee it, even if you refuse his sexual advances."
"Hm. Qorgin, do you have someplace for me to nap? I think the stress of these past few months of being over-worked is finally getting to me..." said the Earthling wearily.
"I'll show you to the bed-chambers. We should arrive on Aurerua in about 2 days. You are welcome to sleep until then." replied Qorgin, taking Bulma's elbow and leading her to the back of the ship.
"I don't think I'm that tired..." sighed Bulma before passing out on the bed.
"I'm so sure of that." chuckled Qorgin as he tossed a blanket over her and went to contact his employer.
**Soooo? Did you like it? Should I continue it? Is it worth a shot? I want your honest to Kami opinion...even if it's a flame *winces* though I hope I won't get any. R&R please! Sayonara!**