A Match Made in Heaven
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Chapter 6 ~ Concubines to Slaves
A wave of pain shocked Bulma's body into conscious. She sat up in bed, causing another wave to wreak havoc upon her arms, which promptly collapsed underneath her. Bulma called out in pain as Chichi rushed into her bedroom.
"Oh Kami, Bulma! I thought you never were gonna pull out of this!"
Bulma moaned and reached up, feeling her forehead, hoping that it would make her headache go away. "What happened?"
Chichi bit her lip and would not look at her. "Well… the king… he, uh, well… he raped you."
"He what?" Bulma screamed. "And how the fuck is it that something like this happens to me and I can't remember a fucking thing?!"
"He… uh, he… also beat you."
The thought had dawned on Bulma when she had looked down at her body. There were bruises all over her arms and down her neck, probably some more hiding underneath the tank top she had on. She did not want to look in a mirror to see her face, she was too afraid of what was going to look back.
Chichi played with her fingers. "I guess I'll go get you a little something to eat."
Bulma forced a half-smile. "Thanks, Chich."
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Vegeta was furious. There was nothing that he felt that violated him more than his own father taking and beating his own potential concubine. Every chance that he had, he would sneer and taunt his father, who could still easily beat the shit out of him (and who still proved it to him). He was going to see his father with Kakkarot, but this time he had a plan.
Not bothering to knock (not that he actually would have), Prince Vegeta entered into his father's private chambers. Unfortunately, he caught the king in the middle of a… session with another concubine. The King hastily threw the concubine off of him and grabbed the bathrobe that had cluttered the floor.
"What the hell could be so important that a weakling brat has to barge into my private chambers without so much of a warning?"
Prince Vegeta did not look up, he instead played with one of the glasses on the table next to the door as Kakkarot stood beside him, not moving. "Well, your Highness, I have come to ask your permission for something."
The King scrunched his eyes and stared at his son. "What would be so important to bother me in my private chambers."
Prince Vegeta flicked the glass, causing it to teeter off of the dresser and crash to the floor. "We, Kakkarot and I, have come to ask your permission to take a personal slave of two of the concubines."
King Vegeta laughed. "What the fuck would an urchin like you need with a personal slave?"
Prince Vegeta knew that his father was going to resist him. "Well… father. Taking a personal slave will allow me more time to train, and then you won't have to worry about your poor little son getting destroyed on one of your fucked up purging missions."
The King stared at the Prince. "Fine… dammit, just get the hell out of my room."
Prince Vegeta smirked at his father. "Thank you." He turned and left, leaving Kakkarot to close the door behind him.
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Two regular soldiers walked up to the door and tapped on it, waiting patiently. As Chichi opened the door, the two Saiyans revealed their reason for being there.
"Chichi?" one asked.
She flashed a brilliant smile. "Yes, how can I help you?"
They pushed the door open and walked into the apartment. "We have orders to get you and Bulma packed. You have been picked to become someone's personal slave."
The smile quickly faded as the realization hit Chichi that she and Bulma were about to be separated. "Who's orders?"
"Sorry, miss. We're just here to pack and deliver. Do you happen to know where Bulma is?"
Chichi blinked. "Yes… she's asleep in her room."
"Chich?" a harsh whisper came from Bulma's room. The battered Saiyan was standing in her doorway. "What's going on?"
Chichi was about to answer when she was interrupted by one of the soldiers. "Bulma… we have orders to get you packed and move the two of you, you are now personal slaves."
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The raven-haired Saiyan had not wanted to leave her bruised girlfriend behind, but she was forced to leave as one of the soldiers escorted her away, carrying her bags. She followed the soldier silently as he made his way through hallways that she had never known existed. Finally, he stopped and pounded on a door. The door opened to reveal a shirtless Kakkarot, covered in sweat. His eyes lit up when he saw who it was, and Chichi blushed as she was pushed through the door, with her bags. The door slammed shut behind her.
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Bulma had not been so lucky. The Saiyan soldier that was with her, was not helpful at all. Instead, he just stood there watching her limp along, wishing that she would hurry up. What a heartless bastard! Can't even lend a helping hand to someone who's had the shit beat out of them! Step by painful step Bulma made her way through the palace hallways and up to a door. The soldier knocked on the door, thrusting the suitcases into Bulma's hands as he walked away. Being unable to hold onto them at all, she dropped them to the floor as the door swung open. She gasped when she saw who it was, but fell to the floor, from all the energy she had lost trying to find the room.
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