A Match Made in Heaven

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own anybody from DBZ (damn shame, tho).

*AN ~ I never clarified this in earlier chapters, but even before the king discovers Bulma, she has had sex and is not a virgin.

Chapter 5 ~ Defilation

Prince Vegeta hadn't returned since the toilet water incident. He continued sparring with Goku, and spent most of his free time watching the blue-haired beauty, whenever he could. This time he was following her as she made her way to the palace, towards his father's chambers. As she entered, Vegeta turned away to find someone to spar with, hoping he could vent his anger on something.

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Bulma tapped on the door nervously. This was the first time that he had summoned her since she had arrived.

"Enter," a stern voice commanded.

She timidly pushed open the door and slid it, closing it behind her. King Vegeta was sitting on his bed in his royal bathrobe.

The King's face brightened when he saw who it was. "Bulma… I wasn't expecting you so soon."

She averted her eyes to prevent from looking at the disgusting Saiyan. "His Highness wished my presence, so I hurried and got ready."

He grinned, a horrendous unrealistic grin. "Please, you are my guest, don't stand there at the door." He gestured towards his bed. "Come, join me and get off of your feet, someone as beautiful as you does not need to stand."

Normally, Bulma would have tried seducing him for such a comment, but seeing it was the ugly King who threatened her father, she hardly reacted, other than forcing herself to sit down on his bed. As she sat there, she started thinking about all the other concubines who had willingly opened their legs to the King on this bed.

He watched her with weary eyes, noting that she was deep in thought. She didn't even notice it as he slid closer to her on the bed. She jumped when he spoke, "Would you like a drink, Bulma?"

"Uh… y-yes, thank you," she stuttered.

He got up off the bed and walked over to the dresser next to the door. On the dresser, there were a couple glasses, some ice, and a large pitcher of glass (he did not like to drink alcohol before a sexual encounter). As he got the glasses ready, he hit a tiny button on the dresser, then finished pouring the water and returned to Bulma, handing her a glass.

She took the glass and started drinking, smiling inwardly as she thought about Prince Vegeta and the toilet water. Both Bulma and King Vegeta finished their water at the same time, and the King offered to return the glass to it's original place.

When he returned to the bed, he sat down next to Bulma and placed his hands on her shoulders. He lowered his head to her neck, gently kissing it, as his hands tried to pull off her shirt.

Bulma jumped up, surprising the King. "Y-your Highness… I don't think I can do this."

He threw his arms up in defeat. "Very well, Bulma. You are free to leave."

She sighed and headed towards the door. Bulma turned the handle and pulled on the door, however, the door resisted and refused to budge.

Bulma let out a yell of surprise as the King suddenly appeared behind her, whispering in her ear, "Whenever I am through with you."

He picked up a struggling Bulma and carried her over to his bed. Throwing her on the bed, he climbed on top of her and started ravishing her with kisses, tugging at her clothes. He stopped long enough to remove all of her clothes and his bathrobe. King Vegeta roughly pinched her breasts as she squirmed underneath him, striving to get away. He paused again to admire her beautiful body. Kami, none of the others have bodies like this!

The King managed to pin her legs down with his as he slowly slid up her body. His throbbing member was fixed right in front of her face as he murmured, "Now, Bulma, be a good whore and take it in your mouth."

She opened her mouth and he closed his eyes in preparation. Releasing a couple nervous breaths, she forced her head forward, allowing the obtrusive object into her mouth. He shivered and anticipated the feeling of what it would be like to release into her exquisite mouth. However, he did not expect it when she bit down hard on him.

He screamed out in agony, pulling out of her mouth. King Vegeta reached down and grabbed a large chunk of Bulma's hair, pulling her head closer to his. "Looks like this whore needs to learn a few lessons!" he spat.

With his other hand, King Vegeta struck her across the face, causing her lip to start bleeding. He continued his relentless assault on her body: punching her, slapping her, kicking here wherever he felt was necessary. He dragged her back onto the bed, spreading her legs. But before entering her, he struck her again in the head, causing her to fall into the deep, welcoming darkness.

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Vegeta had forgotten about sparring. He had stayed in the garden, watching his father's door for hours. A guard had been summoned into the room, and when he re-emerged, he was carrying the unconscious body of Bulma. Vegeta watched the guard carry her body back to her room.

**AN:

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