ok ok I know I should've posted all 5..working on 6, but my stupid computer lost the file for chapter three and it is a really important chapter so I didn't want to whip out a crappy one or leave a big whole, so I hope this explains the DNA and the mixing, yadda yadda yadda......
As soon as Vegeta and Bulma set foot out of the room, his eyes went back to the horrible onyx that intimidated so many of his subjects. Nappa was walking down the hall with Chi Chi tripping over her self following him. Her eyes were bright and actually happy. Her hair was down and loose around her shoulders. She saw Bulma and waved. Waving back, the two mega-powers walked side by side conversing.
"You look happy." Bulma smiled as Chi Chi chuckled.
"Sir Nappa is very kind. We've become VERYgood friends." She had the look of a well fed cat, as she skipped along. At a point in the conversation, the two loked back. Nappa gave a ghost of a smile to Chi Chi and a nod to Bulma. Vegeta just nodded. She looked out a port hole to see the bright world. Reds and oranges assaulted her vision. The trees were black a gnarled against the rocky landscape. Vegeta and Nappa stopped feet from the door where the other officers were loading off. They tugged the two earth women to the side.
"Listen, both of you. Once we step off, you become very submissive. If you aren't some idiot third clss is likely ot try and take you. Stay arms length away and don't look anyone in the eyes. Specially you." Vegeta glared at Bulma who did not bother to hide her well placed glare on Vegeta.
Nappa let his large hands encirle the tops of ChiChi's arms.
"Please little one, listen. I want to keep you safe and out of the way. One we get to the castle you'll be safe. You can cook your hands off when I get you to the rooms. They're bigger than the ones I have." PLacing a kiss atop her head, he turned with Vegeta who glared at him, and set off.
Bulma stared at the 5 inches infront of her feet. Walking like drones, they didn't even look up when the roar of applause rang out when the large doors opened and the assault of extra gravity pressed on the two's shoulders. The sun started to effect her pale skin, and the sand scratched her skin. She however saw Vegeta's tail flick in her line of vision. She looked up to see no one around. But a larger more domineering version of Vegeta glide forward. He had a goatee and more scars than Vegeta.
"Ah, the brat has returned with a slave. You too, Nappa. Oh get up you idiot. You've served me better than anyone. You least of all should have to bow before me." He waved his hand. "The two are quite lovely. Come here little ones, let me see how you are built on earth." Vegeta and Nappa pushed the two wary women ahead. The king's gloved hand grasped Bulma's chin and lifted it so he could study her face. "Strange coloring this one has. Fair skin and her hair. Most interesting indeed. I think she'd....."
"That's enough!" Vegeta said sharply. His warning was heeded as he inspected Chi Chi.
"This one as well. She has less vibrant coloring but enchanting none the same. Almost Saiyjin like." Nappa looked uncomfortable.
"We're taking them back to the rooms to become more situated to the gravity. Come." He spoke harshly. The two skittered by avoiding looking at Vegeta's senior.
They stepped inside the large grey walls. A black ivy climbed its sides and clung to the terraces. The steel doors were cold looking and even scarier than the dragons carved beside them. The crest was two dragons, one black the other silver on a red triangle. (for reference, I used them in ch. 1 and forgot to put the discription) The four entered and stopped when a short pale faced alien hovered in his little device.
"Ah, the young prince has returned. Very nice. Good. You'll be just in time for the presentation. And I need a subject. Hmmm." He spotted Bulma behind him. "Her, bring her tonight in a robe. She'll be my specimen. And do not dissapoint me boy. You'll probably enjoy this to." He chuckled and floated off into the darkness of the halls. Bulma shivered and crept closer to her prince.
"Who is he." She said gravely.
"Frieza. He holds and iron fist over us and the warriors have become his hounds. Chasing after the prize of war. Killing for his benefit. He's worse than his fother, whom he killed just to reign the power. Be careful. I'll find out why he wants to use you tonight." He put one of his rough hands on the small of her back and pushed her down one of the dark cold halls. "Take care Nappa." He nodded to his commander as he took one of the branches. He entered a door, the stairs spiraled upwards into a large tower.
"Vegeta!" Bulma whined. He looked back, she was dragging her feet and tripping over stairs. She was tired from climbing the 133 stairs to his rooms. "I'm tired!" He rolled his eyes and went to pick her up. Slinging her over his shoulder, he kept climbing to his room.
He set her down on a springy bed. She looked around the large room. It colors were the same as the crest. Black being the main color. She noticed the steel accents. No kitchen, just an off the room bathroom. From the bright lights, she could see a large whirlpool and a seperate shower. She crossed her legs akwardly as Vegeta peeled off his shirt and strolled into the closet to the right. She looked at the head bord which had a nasty looking dragon carved into the dark wood. Above it hung a portrait of a young woman. She had a soft look about her and had curly black hair. Obviously worked into the style. Unruly curls creeped out to caress a pale cheek. A tail curled behind her, just like Vegeta's.
"My mother. Veranna." Was all he said. He had a black robe fisted in his gloved hand. He tossed it to her. "Strip and put that on." He ordered. His voice was dark again like it was in the hall. Something dark must've happend to his mother as a child.
Slipping into the bright bathroom. She peeled off Vegeta's training outfit, along with her bra and panties. Pulling the mid thigh robe on, she tied the sash and opened the door. Vegeta was sitting on his bed, looking at the painting of Verrana. He looked almost vulnerable.
"Prince?" She used the formality, just incase his temper was foul. His head snapped toward hers.
"Come here woman. I have a story to tell you." He was in his royal dress. The crest upon his shoulders, and a blood red cape draping from them. His white gloves, new and gleaming, held out to her. She crawled up to him. He leaned against the back bed post and settled Bulma between his thighs facing the portrait.
"She died by the hands of Frieza. He killed her after he killed his father. That was 10 years ago. My father, mother, and I were the top fighters on the planet. Nappa was blessed as my protector. He is 5 years older than I, he protected me from being kiddnapped. But my mother could not escape. She was choked to death and then her heart ripped out infront of me. She was one of the few Saiyjins whom could really care. Now you know. I could not care like her. I am like my father. Cold, heartless. Get used to it." He said tersely at the end.
"No, sire. No." She turned to kneel inbetween his legs. "Everyone can care, but you must be strong to show it." Cupping his face in her hands, she smiled. Tears dripped off her chin onto the robe. "I watched all of my family, friends, and planet be demolished. Right infront of me. I watched as my parent burned together, while hugging. Almost like a sacrifice. " She shook her head. "If you want to survive and die happy, you have to have someone to hold on to. A wife or husband. Find her, you'll be happy." She placed a closed mouth kiss on his thin line of lips. She crawled off and dissapeared into the bathroom.
Vegeta sat thinking of the little woman who ripped open scars he didn't want. But he felt better telling her. Maybe, maybe this will work. He smirked. Looking ot his mother he touched the oil painting once more and followed the woman.
Bulma splashed her face with cold water. Getting the puffiness from them. She gasped and almost inhaled the bowl of water when she felt a furry appendage surround her thigh and strong hands splay on her hips.
"Vegeta?" She stood up and looked at the dark man smirking behind her.
Nappa and ChiChi sat dining at the small table in Nappa's quarters.
"Very good little one. Is anything special, is that why it tastes so good?" He smirked at the little woman who kept his attention so aptly. She flushed and smiled.
"N..no." Shaking her head, her hair was loose. "I just thought something good for a change. The clang of a fork on the glass plate stirred her. Nappa stood and walked around the table. PLacing a kiss on the top of her head, he went into his bedroom. He wore loose black pants and a plain t-shirt. Clearing the table, she placed the items on a cart which the cleaning slaves took.
"Little one!" Nappa yelled through the quarters. ChiChi bustled through to see Nappa sitting on the bed. ChiChi had a loose covering nightgown. The two always turned in early, it being only 8:30 pm.
"Yes?" ChiChi was a timid little thing. Nappa patted the spot beside him and smirked when she hesitantly stepped forward. She had to hop up to get on because he was nearing 7' when she was only 5'6". She looked like a child to him, but he was only a few years older than she.
"Look at me." He said sternly. Her bright brown eyes gazed up to him and he smiled. Cupping her face, he leaned down a place a kiss on her shocked lips. His mustache tickled her nose and she giggled. He smiled. Her husband, the brat Kakkarot, must've been gentle with her. He kissed her again. His lower lip bringing hers into his. Her petite little hands gripped his large muscles on his upper arms. Laying her down on the bouncy pillows, he kissed her again. A skill he had learned from a whore who was killed. She had gotten out of the business and was telling him what to do if he ever wanted to "romance" a woman. Frieza, tha bastard, had ripped the poor little woman in half. Cupping her rear, he brought her hips against his letting her feel his erection through the loose pants.
"Nappa." She gasped. Clawing his back, she let his lips flutter down her neck. "Please."
"I'm sorry woman. But, I cannot. We are expected." Bulma was sitting on the counter with Vegeta inbetween her thighs. He pulled away letting Bulma be flushed and breathing hard. Her robe was open to exposed large pale breasts and a new hickey form the prince.
"Yes. Let's go." She hopped down and readjusted herself. Vegeta pushed her out and let her scramble down the stairs. They arrived to see the usually bare dining hall full of people and at the front of the room had been turned into a regular scientist lab. At the head of the table sat King Vegeta and Frieza. Both having a hidden grin appearing on their faces.
"Ah, your son has followed my orders. You shall live another day, monkey." Frieza's asexual voice hissed. Vegeta nodded shakily. Standing on unsure legs he bellowed to his son.
"Vegeta! Bring your slave here!" His son's head snapped to him. The young thing next to him also looked. He saw his son nudge the shaking girl toward
As soon as Vegeta and Bulma set foot out of the room, his eyes went back to the horrible onyx that intimidated so many of his subjects. Nappa was walking down the hall with Chi Chi tripping over her self following him. Her eyes were bright and actually happy. Her hair was down and loose around her shoulders. She saw Bulma and waved. Waving back, the two mega-powers walked side by side conversing.
"You look happy." Bulma smiled as Chi Chi chuckled.
"Sir Nappa is very kind. We've become VERYgood friends." She had the look of a well fed cat, as she skipped along. At a point in the conversation, the two loked back. Nappa gave a ghost of a smile to Chi Chi and a nod to Bulma. Vegeta just nodded. She looked out a port hole to see the bright world. Reds and oranges assaulted her vision. The trees were black a gnarled against the rocky landscape. Vegeta and Nappa stopped feet from the door where the other officers were loading off. They tugged the two earth women to the side.
"Listen, both of you. Once we step off, you become very submissive. If you aren't some idiot third clss is likely ot try and take you. Stay arms length away and don't look anyone in the eyes. Specially you." Vegeta glared at Bulma who did not bother to hide her well placed glare on Vegeta.
Nappa let his large hands encirle the tops of ChiChi's arms.
"Please little one, listen. I want to keep you safe and out of the way. One we get to the castle you'll be safe. You can cook your hands off when I get you to the rooms. They're bigger than the ones I have." PLacing a kiss atop her head, he turned with Vegeta who glared at him, and set off.
Bulma stared at the 5 inches infront of her feet. Walking like drones, they didn't even look up when the roar of applause rang out when the large doors opened and the assault of extra gravity pressed on the two's shoulders. The sun started to effect her pale skin, and the sand scratched her skin. She however saw Vegeta's tail flick in her line of vision. She looked up to see no one around. But a larger more domineering version of Vegeta glide forward. He had a goatee and more scars than Vegeta.
"Ah, the brat has returned with a slave. You too, Nappa. Oh get up you idiot. You've served me better than anyone. You least of all should have to bow before me." He waved his hand. "The two are quite lovely. Come here little ones, let me see how you are built on earth." Vegeta and Nappa pushed the two wary women ahead. The king's gloved hand grasped Bulma's chin and lifted it so he could study her face. "Strange coloring this one has. Fair skin and her hair. Most interesting indeed. I think she'd....."
"That's enough!" Vegeta said sharply. His warning was heeded as he inspected Chi Chi.
"This one as well. She has less vibrant coloring but enchanting none the same. Almost Saiyjin like." Nappa looked uncomfortable.
"We're taking them back to the rooms to become more situated to the gravity. Come." He spoke harshly. The two skittered by avoiding looking at Vegeta's senior.
They stepped inside the large grey walls. A black ivy climbed its sides and clung to the terraces. The steel doors were cold looking and even scarier than the dragons carved beside them. The crest was two dragons, one black the other silver on a red triangle. (for reference, I used them in ch. 1 and forgot to put the discription) The four entered and stopped when a short pale faced alien hovered in his little device.
"Ah, the young prince has returned. Very nice. Good. You'll be just in time for the presentation. And I need a subject. Hmmm." He spotted Bulma behind him. "Her, bring her tonight in a robe. She'll be my specimen. And do not dissapoint me boy. You'll probably enjoy this to." He chuckled and floated off into the darkness of the halls. Bulma shivered and crept closer to her prince.
"Who is he." She said gravely.
"Frieza. He holds and iron fist over us and the warriors have become his hounds. Chasing after the prize of war. Killing for his benefit. He's worse than his fother, whom he killed just to reign the power. Be careful. I'll find out why he wants to use you tonight." He put one of his rough hands on the small of her back and pushed her down one of the dark cold halls. "Take care Nappa." He nodded to his commander as he took one of the branches. He entered a door, the stairs spiraled upwards into a large tower.
"Vegeta!" Bulma whined. He looked back, she was dragging her feet and tripping over stairs. She was tired from climbing the 133 stairs to his rooms. "I'm tired!" He rolled his eyes and went to pick her up. Slinging her over his shoulder, he kept climbing to his room.
He set her down on a springy bed. She looked around the large room. It colors were the same as the crest. Black being the main color. She noticed the steel accents. No kitchen, just an off the room bathroom. From the bright lights, she could see a large whirlpool and a seperate shower. She crossed her legs akwardly as Vegeta peeled off his shirt and strolled into the closet to the right. She looked at the head bord which had a nasty looking dragon carved into the dark wood. Above it hung a portrait of a young woman. She had a soft look about her and had curly black hair. Obviously worked into the style. Unruly curls creeped out to caress a pale cheek. A tail curled behind her, just like Vegeta's.
"My mother. Veranna." Was all he said. He had a black robe fisted in his gloved hand. He tossed it to her. "Strip and put that on." He ordered. His voice was dark again like it was in the hall. Something dark must've happend to his mother as a child.
Slipping into the bright bathroom. She peeled off Vegeta's training outfit, along with her bra and panties. Pulling the mid thigh robe on, she tied the sash and opened the door. Vegeta was sitting on his bed, looking at the painting of Verrana. He looked almost vulnerable.
"Prince?" She used the formality, just incase his temper was foul. His head snapped toward hers.
"Come here woman. I have a story to tell you." He was in his royal dress. The crest upon his shoulders, and a blood red cape draping from them. His white gloves, new and gleaming, held out to her. She crawled up to him. He leaned against the back bed post and settled Bulma between his thighs facing the portrait.
"She died by the hands of Frieza. He killed her after he killed his father. That was 10 years ago. My father, mother, and I were the top fighters on the planet. Nappa was blessed as my protector. He is 5 years older than I, he protected me from being kiddnapped. But my mother could not escape. She was choked to death and then her heart ripped out infront of me. She was one of the few Saiyjins whom could really care. Now you know. I could not care like her. I am like my father. Cold, heartless. Get used to it." He said tersely at the end.
"No, sire. No." She turned to kneel inbetween his legs. "Everyone can care, but you must be strong to show it." Cupping his face in her hands, she smiled. Tears dripped off her chin onto the robe. "I watched all of my family, friends, and planet be demolished. Right infront of me. I watched as my parent burned together, while hugging. Almost like a sacrifice. " She shook her head. "If you want to survive and die happy, you have to have someone to hold on to. A wife or husband. Find her, you'll be happy." She placed a closed mouth kiss on his thin line of lips. She crawled off and dissapeared into the bathroom.
Vegeta sat thinking of the little woman who ripped open scars he didn't want. But he felt better telling her. Maybe, maybe this will work. He smirked. Looking ot his mother he touched the oil painting once more and followed the woman.
Bulma splashed her face with cold water. Getting the puffiness from them. She gasped and almost inhaled the bowl of water when she felt a furry appendage surround her thigh and strong hands splay on her hips.
"Vegeta?" She stood up and looked at the dark man smirking behind her.
Nappa and ChiChi sat dining at the small table in Nappa's quarters.
"Very good little one. Is anything special, is that why it tastes so good?" He smirked at the little woman who kept his attention so aptly. She flushed and smiled.
"N..no." Shaking her head, her hair was loose. "I just thought something good for a change. The clang of a fork on the glass plate stirred her. Nappa stood and walked around the table. PLacing a kiss on the top of her head, he went into his bedroom. He wore loose black pants and a plain t-shirt. Clearing the table, she placed the items on a cart which the cleaning slaves took.
"Little one!" Nappa yelled through the quarters. ChiChi bustled through to see Nappa sitting on the bed. ChiChi had a loose covering nightgown. The two always turned in early, it being only 8:30 pm.
"Yes?" ChiChi was a timid little thing. Nappa patted the spot beside him and smirked when she hesitantly stepped forward. She had to hop up to get on because he was nearing 7' when she was only 5'6". She looked like a child to him, but he was only a few years older than she.
"Look at me." He said sternly. Her bright brown eyes gazed up to him and he smiled. Cupping her face, he leaned down a place a kiss on her shocked lips. His mustache tickled her nose and she giggled. He smiled. Her husband, the brat Kakkarot, must've been gentle with her. He kissed her again. His lower lip bringing hers into his. Her petite little hands gripped his large muscles on his upper arms. Laying her down on the bouncy pillows, he kissed her again. A skill he had learned from a whore who was killed. She had gotten out of the business and was telling him what to do if he ever wanted to "romance" a woman. Frieza, tha bastard, had ripped the poor little woman in half. Cupping her rear, he brought her hips against his letting her feel his erection through the loose pants.
"Nappa." She gasped. Clawing his back, she let his lips flutter down her neck. "Please."
"I'm sorry woman. But, I cannot. We are expected." Bulma was sitting on the counter with Vegeta inbetween her thighs. He pulled away letting Bulma be flushed and breathing hard. Her robe was open to exposed large pale breasts and a new hickey form the prince.
"Yes. Let's go." She hopped down and readjusted herself. Vegeta pushed her out and let her scramble down the stairs. They arrived to see the usually bare dining hall full of people and at the front of the room had been turned into a regular scientist lab. At the head of the table sat King Vegeta and Frieza. Both having a hidden grin appearing on their faces.
"Ah, your son has followed my orders. You shall live another day, monkey." Frieza's asexual voice hissed. Vegeta nodded shakily. Standing on unsure legs he bellowed to his son.
"Vegeta! Bring your slave here!" His son's head snapped to him. The young thing next to him also looked. He saw his son nudge the shaking girl toward
