~*~*~*~*Author's Note:
Wai! You know, I didn't think anyone would like my story...! Oh yeah, and
I have more people to thank! Ok, now before the regulars start getting mad
at me, I'd like to inform you guys that I'm going to be "personally"
thanking all the new people who review me. The regulars (Aiya,
adbzfan2k03, Tiger Queen, Katie etc.) will be thanked in the GROUP THANKS
*echo*. If I thanked everybody the same each time...I'd be writing a fic
of thank you's! Ok now.
To: SilverDragoness08: YAY! I'm trying really hard to update as quickly as
possible, but I have another fic I'm working on (it's an original so if
you're interested check it out!) at the same time, and it's longer and
harder to write (because it's an original...wahoo...redundant...). Thanks
for the review!
To: bev: I'm going as fast as I can think of stuff to write! See, I have
this thing where I've got all sortsa funny/interesting/romantic stuff in my
head...but I have to actually write it all down and get to it! What a
pain, eh? Thanks!
To: FYA85: Thanks for the review! I'm glad you like it!
AND A BIG "GROUP THANKS" TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE GIVEN ME MULTIPLE REVIEWS! (if you give me multiple reviews, you will go here after being personally thanked in the previous A/N) Please everybody, keep on reviewing me! *~*~*~*~
Bulma heard a faint noise coming from behind her. Whirling around quickly, she cast her eyes on the prince Vegeta, walking calmly to her.
"C-can I help you, Vegeta?" she stuttered, shocked that he had entered her work area.
"Woman, you are NOT to call me by my first name. I TOLD YOU THAT ALREADY!" he yelled.
Bulma opened her mouth to fight back, but the machine behind her caught on fire.
"VEGETA WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!" she demanded angrily, as she splashed the contents of her water bottle onto the small flames.
"You were going to argue with me. You aren't allowed to do that, woman," he sneered, putting down the hand he had used to fire the small ki blast.
Bulma let out a loud groan and turned away from the prince, heading for a different machine. He grabbed her arm, surprising both of them.
WHAT are you doing Vegeta? his mind demanded of him. You're signing yourself up for disappointment! Vegeta chose to ignore himself. FRONT OF THE LINE! his mind roared, hating the fact that it was being overlooked.
The woman gazed at him with the most intent look in her sea-colored eyes, slightly questioning.
"W...What are you wearing?" Vegeta asked, voice strained.
And here Bulma stared at him, scanning his eyes. He had the most tormented look on his face she had ever seen. "I-I'm wearing a red dress, Vegeta. Does it bother-"
"NO! I mean...yes it does. You don't know what it's like on this planet, woman."
Is he trying to protect me? Bulma asked herself.
"You have the saijain mark. You can be mated with. That means," he smirked, "that you'll be visiting my chambers at some point. Every woman on the planet with that mark has to."
The woman's face drained of color, then came back with a huge blush. "FUCK OFF!" she screamed as she clawed his arm with her free hand. "YOU'RE LYING!"
The prince didn't budge. Instead he stood transfixed on her face. The feeling he was receiving from her nails on his skin caused awesome sensations to fly through his body. She was so weak her clawing didn't even make red marks.
"LET GO OF ME!" she screamed slapping him with all her might. It didn't hurt, but it snapped him back to reality.
Vegeta moved closer to her. "No, I'm not going to let go of you. You think you can handle yourself here, woman?" he hissed into her ear.
"My name is Bulma!" Bulma shrieked, trying to push him away from her. "B-U- L-M-A!"
"I'll ask you again. Do you think you can protect yourself here, WOMAN?"
Bulma growled in a way that made him throb, then answered. "Yes of course I can take care of myself! What do you think I am?!" she demanded.
"Weak," he whispered as his lips crushed over hers in a heated, passionate kiss. He moved his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him then he had ever imagined she would be.
The beautiful scientist's eyes widened as she felt the man's mouth cover hers. She tried to talk, trying to break the kiss, but all that resulted of her attempt was one of Vegeta's hands moving up to the nape of her neck and pushing her head closer to his.
Don't scare her you idiot! Vegeta's mind barked at him.
Vegeta wanted to bite her lip so bad it was killing him. But he didn't know how much the female knew about saijain customs, so (close to crying) he restrained himself, and instead settled for pushing her up against the desk she had been working on, blasting off all the equipment, and pushing himself on top of her.
Tears were streaking Bulma's face as she felt him taste her curiously and hungrily.
Using all the willpower he had in his body, Vegeta broke the kiss for a fraction of a second, and went to kissing her neck.
"Can you protect yourself?" he demanded, slightly out of breath.
Bulma went back to pushing him away, clawing and kicking him.
Vegeta went back to thrusting his tongue in her mouth. After a few more seconds he asked again. "CAN YOU PROTECT YOURSELF?!"
Again, Bulma screamed and tried to attack him to no avail. And again, Vegeta went back to assaulting her face with his own.
"NO!" Bulma screamed finally, tears gushing from her face. "NO I CAN'T PROTECT MYSELF!" Vegeta slowly removed his body from atop hers, trying not to grin. He watched her fall off the table and sink to the ground, crying bitterly and repeating quietly to herself: "I can't, I can't, I can't..."
"Good," the prince stated coldly as he opened the door on his way out. "Keep it in mind when you walk around in your Earthling clothes."
The door slammed shut behind him, leaving a sobbing Bulma all alone in the room. Silently she swore to herself that she would begin a new, top-secret project of her own to get stronger and be able to fight back. "I swear it," she whispered between body-shaking sobs, her voice growing louder until it reached a scream, "I swear it...!"
********
She hated the prince...! She hated him!
Bulma ran tearfully down the cobblestone streets in anger and humiliation. She had her long, white, lab coat on...she hadn't been totally oblivious to the prince's message, and besides, it was raining.
She didn't really know why she was running down the streets instead of locking herself in her and Glitter's room. Maybe some part of her wanted desperately to disobey the prince and show him that nothing would happen to her. She didn't know.
And frankly, she didn't care.
Nothing will happen to me, her mind whispered comfortingly, and besides, I'll go back after nightfall. Well...it is getting close...She slowed herself to a walk and caught her breath. Her feet were killing her.
Bulma gazed intently at the sky. Its swirling colors vaguely reminded her of home. Tears pushed from her eyes again. A part of her mind screamed for her "mommy"...but Bulma decided that was the childish part that she had hidden away since the age of fifteen. She focused on the more adult part of her mind that reminded her that she was twenty-one now, and that she had to handle this situation like an adult.
Slowly she sighed and looked back down, the rain beating on her body and plastering her hair, clothes and coat closely to her body.
I'm glad I swallowed my pride when I did, she thought, trying to fill the silence that had surrounded her. Otherwise...I might not still be a virgin.
Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder. Her heart skipped a beat. Vegeta! He had come to bring her back! How...sweet! Romantic! Bulma couldn't deny it, she was attracted to the prince...she always fought with people she liked. It didn't matter if they were friends or more. She just fought.
She suppressed a smile and turned around. Bulma's eyes widened as she stared into a face of a saijain man she had never seen before. His hair was short and had a thick strand hanging loosely in front of his forehead.
Bulma almost said, "Can I help you?" but her run-in with Vegeta prevented her from doing it. So instead she asked: "What do you want?"
The man grinned, raising his eyebrows. "Come on now, doll. You can't tell me you're out here all alone and then don't know what I want!"
Bulma shook off his hand, and started walking again.
The man laughed. "Don't tell me a pretty little number like you doesn't want to stay a while with me?"
Her pace quickened as she heard him trot up behind her.
"Don't play hard to get, babe. Come on, I'll show you to the rest of the gang!"
"No thank you!" Bulma yelled as she tried to run away. But the man's hand had come to her shoulder again, and when she tried to get away, his firm grip had ripped the coat in two.
She grimaced as Vegeta's lesson flooded into her mind. "Good. Remember that when you walk around in your Earthling clothes." She remembered him saying.
"Oh no..." she whispered as she remembered that she was wearing the same thing as she had been in the lab. "Oh I've been stupid!" she gasped as she broke into a run.
The man held her white coat, disbelievingly, and stared after her in pure shock. A grin slowly slithered its way across his face. "Hey boys!" he yelled in a voice that reminded Bulma of Yaumcha's, "Come take a look at this!"
He powered up and shot after her, still holding her lab coat. He came up to Bulma's breathless form quickly and grabbed her, forcing her to stop.
"Uh!" she protested, trying to escape. The saijain eyed her up and down. "You...are stunning, girl."
"NO!" Bulma yelled quickly, "NO I'M NOT! Now leave me alone, please!"
The man grinned as he saw her eyes widen in fear at the powered up, grinning forms of his fellow gang members flying up to join him.
Before he could get out another comment, Bulma reached inside the torn lab coat the saijain was still holding, found a pocket and pulled out a small spray-can.
He raised an eyebrow. "What's that?"
Bulma grinned, "I'll show you." She opened the top, aimed for his eyes, and pushed the top, causing a huge stream of pepper spray to exit the can.
"What the-?! AHHH!!!" he screamed clutching his eyes and sinking to the ground. Bulma took the opportunity to run for her life.
"That." he coughed, "BITCH!" His friends landed beside him and demanded to know what had happened. The cruel saijain squinted his now red, burning eyes and looked at the fleeting image of the blue-haired woman.
"GET HER!"
********
Bulma's feet throbbed and ached, but she couldn't stop now. She didn't want to be raped! Oh God what did I ever do to you?! Bulma screamed in her mind as she splashed through puddle after puddle, dripping wet and shivering in the pouring rain.
Ah! she thought happily, seeing a dark area to her up coming left, A back ally! That should get me to the other side of the street and on my way back to the palace!
Letting a smile cross her lips, Bulma hung a left and turned down the dark ally.
Suddenly she stopped. Oh no! Bulma what have you done?! THIS IS A DEAD END!
She put her back to the cold, dripping brick wall and fumbled around for her pepper-spray, not that she thought it would do much against seven saijains, but it could bide her time to scream for help, which she began doing immediately.
Bulma looked straight ahead and saw a blue glow coming closer and closer with each passing second. "HELP!" she screamed frantically, "SOMEBODY HELP!"
Before she could blink, Bulma was gagged, had her hands tied together and through the chains, nailed to the wall to her right.
Tears streamed down her face and were mixed in with the rain, falling to the ground and adding to the dirty puddles at her feet.
"Now," said the saijain she had encountered earlier, "it's time to have some fun." He walked over to her and began rolling his head on her shoulder, his hands running roughly up and down her body. The rest of the gang watched, laughing.
Just as the man's hands ripped her halter-style neck-area off, she felt his hard hands leave her body. She watched, (sure that she was going insane) as every single male fell down dead, blood spilling everywhere; all save one, the guy who had been roughing her up.
Bulma felt the cuffs around her wrists leave her and the gag that had been shoved in her mouth rip off. She began falling to the hard ground, barely conscious.
Strong arms caught her and wrapped around her protectively. "What were you doing, third class?" she heard a sexy voice demand of the man now backing up, meekly.
"Whoa man...I didn't know she was your woman! Please...! I'll go find another-!"
The waste of a saijain stopped and looked down to find a hole from his neck to his small intestine gaping wide and spilling blood. He fell, dead.
Bulma's eyes locked on the face of her savior. She whispered as blackness came to over-take her: "Who...?"
"My name is Turlis."
To: FYA85: Thanks for the review! I'm glad you like it!
AND A BIG "GROUP THANKS" TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE GIVEN ME MULTIPLE REVIEWS! (if you give me multiple reviews, you will go here after being personally thanked in the previous A/N) Please everybody, keep on reviewing me! *~*~*~*~
Bulma heard a faint noise coming from behind her. Whirling around quickly, she cast her eyes on the prince Vegeta, walking calmly to her.
"C-can I help you, Vegeta?" she stuttered, shocked that he had entered her work area.
"Woman, you are NOT to call me by my first name. I TOLD YOU THAT ALREADY!" he yelled.
Bulma opened her mouth to fight back, but the machine behind her caught on fire.
"VEGETA WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!" she demanded angrily, as she splashed the contents of her water bottle onto the small flames.
"You were going to argue with me. You aren't allowed to do that, woman," he sneered, putting down the hand he had used to fire the small ki blast.
Bulma let out a loud groan and turned away from the prince, heading for a different machine. He grabbed her arm, surprising both of them.
WHAT are you doing Vegeta? his mind demanded of him. You're signing yourself up for disappointment! Vegeta chose to ignore himself. FRONT OF THE LINE! his mind roared, hating the fact that it was being overlooked.
The woman gazed at him with the most intent look in her sea-colored eyes, slightly questioning.
"W...What are you wearing?" Vegeta asked, voice strained.
And here Bulma stared at him, scanning his eyes. He had the most tormented look on his face she had ever seen. "I-I'm wearing a red dress, Vegeta. Does it bother-"
"NO! I mean...yes it does. You don't know what it's like on this planet, woman."
Is he trying to protect me? Bulma asked herself.
"You have the saijain mark. You can be mated with. That means," he smirked, "that you'll be visiting my chambers at some point. Every woman on the planet with that mark has to."
The woman's face drained of color, then came back with a huge blush. "FUCK OFF!" she screamed as she clawed his arm with her free hand. "YOU'RE LYING!"
The prince didn't budge. Instead he stood transfixed on her face. The feeling he was receiving from her nails on his skin caused awesome sensations to fly through his body. She was so weak her clawing didn't even make red marks.
"LET GO OF ME!" she screamed slapping him with all her might. It didn't hurt, but it snapped him back to reality.
Vegeta moved closer to her. "No, I'm not going to let go of you. You think you can handle yourself here, woman?" he hissed into her ear.
"My name is Bulma!" Bulma shrieked, trying to push him away from her. "B-U- L-M-A!"
"I'll ask you again. Do you think you can protect yourself here, WOMAN?"
Bulma growled in a way that made him throb, then answered. "Yes of course I can take care of myself! What do you think I am?!" she demanded.
"Weak," he whispered as his lips crushed over hers in a heated, passionate kiss. He moved his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him then he had ever imagined she would be.
The beautiful scientist's eyes widened as she felt the man's mouth cover hers. She tried to talk, trying to break the kiss, but all that resulted of her attempt was one of Vegeta's hands moving up to the nape of her neck and pushing her head closer to his.
Don't scare her you idiot! Vegeta's mind barked at him.
Vegeta wanted to bite her lip so bad it was killing him. But he didn't know how much the female knew about saijain customs, so (close to crying) he restrained himself, and instead settled for pushing her up against the desk she had been working on, blasting off all the equipment, and pushing himself on top of her.
Tears were streaking Bulma's face as she felt him taste her curiously and hungrily.
Using all the willpower he had in his body, Vegeta broke the kiss for a fraction of a second, and went to kissing her neck.
"Can you protect yourself?" he demanded, slightly out of breath.
Bulma went back to pushing him away, clawing and kicking him.
Vegeta went back to thrusting his tongue in her mouth. After a few more seconds he asked again. "CAN YOU PROTECT YOURSELF?!"
Again, Bulma screamed and tried to attack him to no avail. And again, Vegeta went back to assaulting her face with his own.
"NO!" Bulma screamed finally, tears gushing from her face. "NO I CAN'T PROTECT MYSELF!" Vegeta slowly removed his body from atop hers, trying not to grin. He watched her fall off the table and sink to the ground, crying bitterly and repeating quietly to herself: "I can't, I can't, I can't..."
"Good," the prince stated coldly as he opened the door on his way out. "Keep it in mind when you walk around in your Earthling clothes."
The door slammed shut behind him, leaving a sobbing Bulma all alone in the room. Silently she swore to herself that she would begin a new, top-secret project of her own to get stronger and be able to fight back. "I swear it," she whispered between body-shaking sobs, her voice growing louder until it reached a scream, "I swear it...!"
********
She hated the prince...! She hated him!
Bulma ran tearfully down the cobblestone streets in anger and humiliation. She had her long, white, lab coat on...she hadn't been totally oblivious to the prince's message, and besides, it was raining.
She didn't really know why she was running down the streets instead of locking herself in her and Glitter's room. Maybe some part of her wanted desperately to disobey the prince and show him that nothing would happen to her. She didn't know.
And frankly, she didn't care.
Nothing will happen to me, her mind whispered comfortingly, and besides, I'll go back after nightfall. Well...it is getting close...She slowed herself to a walk and caught her breath. Her feet were killing her.
Bulma gazed intently at the sky. Its swirling colors vaguely reminded her of home. Tears pushed from her eyes again. A part of her mind screamed for her "mommy"...but Bulma decided that was the childish part that she had hidden away since the age of fifteen. She focused on the more adult part of her mind that reminded her that she was twenty-one now, and that she had to handle this situation like an adult.
Slowly she sighed and looked back down, the rain beating on her body and plastering her hair, clothes and coat closely to her body.
I'm glad I swallowed my pride when I did, she thought, trying to fill the silence that had surrounded her. Otherwise...I might not still be a virgin.
Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder. Her heart skipped a beat. Vegeta! He had come to bring her back! How...sweet! Romantic! Bulma couldn't deny it, she was attracted to the prince...she always fought with people she liked. It didn't matter if they were friends or more. She just fought.
She suppressed a smile and turned around. Bulma's eyes widened as she stared into a face of a saijain man she had never seen before. His hair was short and had a thick strand hanging loosely in front of his forehead.
Bulma almost said, "Can I help you?" but her run-in with Vegeta prevented her from doing it. So instead she asked: "What do you want?"
The man grinned, raising his eyebrows. "Come on now, doll. You can't tell me you're out here all alone and then don't know what I want!"
Bulma shook off his hand, and started walking again.
The man laughed. "Don't tell me a pretty little number like you doesn't want to stay a while with me?"
Her pace quickened as she heard him trot up behind her.
"Don't play hard to get, babe. Come on, I'll show you to the rest of the gang!"
"No thank you!" Bulma yelled as she tried to run away. But the man's hand had come to her shoulder again, and when she tried to get away, his firm grip had ripped the coat in two.
She grimaced as Vegeta's lesson flooded into her mind. "Good. Remember that when you walk around in your Earthling clothes." She remembered him saying.
"Oh no..." she whispered as she remembered that she was wearing the same thing as she had been in the lab. "Oh I've been stupid!" she gasped as she broke into a run.
The man held her white coat, disbelievingly, and stared after her in pure shock. A grin slowly slithered its way across his face. "Hey boys!" he yelled in a voice that reminded Bulma of Yaumcha's, "Come take a look at this!"
He powered up and shot after her, still holding her lab coat. He came up to Bulma's breathless form quickly and grabbed her, forcing her to stop.
"Uh!" she protested, trying to escape. The saijain eyed her up and down. "You...are stunning, girl."
"NO!" Bulma yelled quickly, "NO I'M NOT! Now leave me alone, please!"
The man grinned as he saw her eyes widen in fear at the powered up, grinning forms of his fellow gang members flying up to join him.
Before he could get out another comment, Bulma reached inside the torn lab coat the saijain was still holding, found a pocket and pulled out a small spray-can.
He raised an eyebrow. "What's that?"
Bulma grinned, "I'll show you." She opened the top, aimed for his eyes, and pushed the top, causing a huge stream of pepper spray to exit the can.
"What the-?! AHHH!!!" he screamed clutching his eyes and sinking to the ground. Bulma took the opportunity to run for her life.
"That." he coughed, "BITCH!" His friends landed beside him and demanded to know what had happened. The cruel saijain squinted his now red, burning eyes and looked at the fleeting image of the blue-haired woman.
"GET HER!"
********
Bulma's feet throbbed and ached, but she couldn't stop now. She didn't want to be raped! Oh God what did I ever do to you?! Bulma screamed in her mind as she splashed through puddle after puddle, dripping wet and shivering in the pouring rain.
Ah! she thought happily, seeing a dark area to her up coming left, A back ally! That should get me to the other side of the street and on my way back to the palace!
Letting a smile cross her lips, Bulma hung a left and turned down the dark ally.
Suddenly she stopped. Oh no! Bulma what have you done?! THIS IS A DEAD END!
She put her back to the cold, dripping brick wall and fumbled around for her pepper-spray, not that she thought it would do much against seven saijains, but it could bide her time to scream for help, which she began doing immediately.
Bulma looked straight ahead and saw a blue glow coming closer and closer with each passing second. "HELP!" she screamed frantically, "SOMEBODY HELP!"
Before she could blink, Bulma was gagged, had her hands tied together and through the chains, nailed to the wall to her right.
Tears streamed down her face and were mixed in with the rain, falling to the ground and adding to the dirty puddles at her feet.
"Now," said the saijain she had encountered earlier, "it's time to have some fun." He walked over to her and began rolling his head on her shoulder, his hands running roughly up and down her body. The rest of the gang watched, laughing.
Just as the man's hands ripped her halter-style neck-area off, she felt his hard hands leave her body. She watched, (sure that she was going insane) as every single male fell down dead, blood spilling everywhere; all save one, the guy who had been roughing her up.
Bulma felt the cuffs around her wrists leave her and the gag that had been shoved in her mouth rip off. She began falling to the hard ground, barely conscious.
Strong arms caught her and wrapped around her protectively. "What were you doing, third class?" she heard a sexy voice demand of the man now backing up, meekly.
"Whoa man...I didn't know she was your woman! Please...! I'll go find another-!"
The waste of a saijain stopped and looked down to find a hole from his neck to his small intestine gaping wide and spilling blood. He fell, dead.
Bulma's eyes locked on the face of her savior. She whispered as blackness came to over-take her: "Who...?"
"My name is Turlis."