Melina, thanks for beta-ing this. Everyone, here's chapter two of 'Out Of
Control'. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ
Out of control
Chapter Two
Bulma didn't respond to his words. She was completely stunned. What was he?
"What, lost your tongue?" The man mocked her.
"W-what are you?"
"Take a guess."
"Y-you're a Saiyan, aren't you" Bulma said, filled with dread and fear.
"Well done!" He smirked at her. "If you know what I am, then why do you keep staring at me?" A hint of annoyance had seeped into his voice. Bulma flinched at hearing his tone of voice, and hastily averted her gaze to the ground.
"S-sorry, it's j-just that... I've n-never knew Saiyans came in a blonde variety, too." That just blurted out. Bulma clamped a hand at her mouth, and took a couple of steps back. She was dead. She looked fearfully up at him.
But instead of killing her right on the spot, he raised his eyebrows, and chuckled.
"Well, well, this trip seems to be actually paying off!" The blonde looked her up and down, making Bulma very nervous. She didn't like that look, even though she had no idea what it's intent was. That look just caused shivers to run up and down her spine. She took another step back.
"You see, I would have never thought that on a ship full of humanoid-hating Arthrods I'd find a human female. And a beautiful one, too." He still looked so intently at her, and took a few steps toward her. She took a few steps back. That raised another chuckle out of him. "Scared? I guess so. I can smell it so clearly... Now, don't worry, I won't kill you. You're much too valuable. A human female... And one with some spunk. I like that."
Bulma was confused. Why hadn't he killed her yet? What was so valuable of being a human female? Humans didn't have any value, she had learned that very fast. The only skills she had were her mechanical skills. And she worked hard. So what was he talking about?
"S-sorry for that. It just... blurted out! I really didn't mean to offend you. I'm sorry." Bulma took another step back. He looked quite amused at her.
"Am I making you nervous?"
"S-sorry! It's just... I really should be going now! I'm needed at the engine room! There are problems, I-"
"Stay right here," his whole demeanor had changed; from somewhat amused to threatening. "You won't do anything, unless I say so."
Bulma nodded silently. He was going to kill her!
"Now, answer my questions. And don't try to lie; I really can't stand that," he warned her.
"O-ok."
"I know you had a companion, I can smell her. Where is she?"
"She walked ahead of me; I guess she's going to the lower levels."
"She isn't human, is she?"
"No, she's a Saalien, but she's a slave, just like me."
"Aha. She's worthless then. Tell me, why were the two of you here?"
"We w-wanted to know what was going on."
"Right. A bit stupid of you, to walk right into trouble."
"We w-weren't planning on walking right into a f-fight! We only wanted to know how bad the situation was."
"Ok, and then what would you do?"
"We would have gone down to the docking area. There, we could leave with a ship, if the fighting would have gotten worse."
"Well, you will leave this ship. You're coming with me."
"B-but sir! I can't! My friend- I have to... I won't!"
Suddenly, she was lifted up; a fist was clutching her overalls at the collar, and was holding her up by it. The Saiyan's face was only a breath away from her.
"Did I hear you correctly? Did you just say no to me? You really don't know what you're dealing with, do you? Let me introduce myself. I'm Vegeta, prince of the Saiyans, heir to the Saiyan Empire, and the first Super- Saiyan in a thousand years. No one says no to me, Little One. For this time, I'll let it slide, but you won't disobey me again. Understand?!"
Bulma was too frightened to say a thing. Impatiently, he shook her somewhat, making her teeth clatter. "Do you understand?!"
"Y-yes!" Bulma wheezed.
"Yes, what?!"
"Yes... Sir?"
"That will do... for now." He slowly pulled her closer until their noses touched. Bulma was totally freaked out now. She looked at him, pleading with her eyes to put her down, to let her go.
He breathed in deeply. "Hmmm, you smell... nice. That's good."
Unexpectedly, he let go of her overall. Bulma hadn't expected it, and fell to the ground. He smirked. "Get up!"
She obediently stood up, and waited for his next orders. She decided to go along with him. After all, she had been a slave for ten years, and she could be that for a little while longer. But she would grab the next opportunity to escape this Saiyan; he scared her, in more ways than one... He made her feel very uncomfortable; the way he had looked at her... Bulma shivered.
The Saiyan Prince started to walk in the opposite direction of her friend. She really hoped that Kryt was all right. By now, she would have noticed that she wasn't following her. 'Kryt will be so worried,' thought Bulma sadly, 'I hope she won't do anything stupid...'
"Hurry up, Girl! I haven't got the whole day."
Bulma quickly walked up to him. He stood there, looking at her, with a frown on his face.
"Remember what I said, Girl. If you don't obey me..."
Bulma bowed her head, as a sign of obedience, as was usual with the Arthrods. But strong fingers grabbed her chin and lifted her head up.
"You aren't stupid, are you. Or maybe you aren't right in the head."
Bulma looked indignantly at his suggestion. He chuckled. "I guess that's a no. Then you should have no trouble in understanding what I want you to do." He released her chin, and started to walk again. Bulma noticed that he almost made no sounds. Maybe that's why Kryt hadn't noticed him. Bulma followed him, wondering what would happen next. They were heading for the large, official dining room. What had happened there? Bulma assumed that the fighting had started there. What would await them?
****
As they came nearer to the dining room, Bulma got more nervous too. And it wasn't helping that the Prince didn't say anything; he just kept on walking, on a fairly high pace. Bulma had some trouble keeping up with him. But she didn't complain. She knew better.
They rounded a corner, and suddenly, they were standing before the large, quite pompous entrance. During the walk Bulma hadn't seen anybody; neither Saiyans or Arthrods. She wondered if the fight was already over. It could be; but she didn't know how long they have been fighting. The Saiyan prince entered the large room, but Bulma hesitated; was she supposed to follow, or wait here. She had been in this room twice. As a slave, you had to have special permission to enter an official room, which included the dining room. She had served dinner during those two times. But Insectoids didn't really like humanoids serving their dinner, so she had never been assigned to the dining room again.
"Follow me, Girl. You think I would leave you here? I'm not taking my chances with you."
Bulma lowered her head, and followed him inside. She was dying to look up, and see what exactly had happened here, but she didn't. She didn't want to provoke anyone.
While they moved further into the room, she managed to throw quick glances at her surroundings. She saw bodies of Anthrods, victorious Saiyans, and blood. A lot of blood. It had an orange color, and the smell of it was making her nauseous. She repeatedly swallowed down the bile in her throat. She was too preoccupied with suppressing her sickness, to notice the glances and the remarks that were thrown her way. The Saiyans looked at her with surprise and lust. A human female, on this ship! Who would have guessed?
The Prince suddenly stopped in the middle of the room.
Bulma carefully raised her head some, to see where they had stopped and why. Before them, there stood a couple of large, bulky Saiyans, pressing down some Arthrods to the floor with ease. By looking at their clothes Bulma could tell these Arthrods were important people. Actually, one of them was a prince. She had heard of him, of course. When the Crown Prince of the Arthrods had arrived on the ship, about a week ago, there were a lot of ceremonies and protocols that had to be dealt with. His name was Yrthryd, or something; their names were quite difficult to pronounce, and their language was just as hard. Luckily, the used language on the ship was Standard, because of the many different species and races that lived here. She had learnt Standard very fast when she had became a slave. She had to, to survive.
One of the Saiyan's stepped forward, dragging the prince with him. The Saiyan was very large and bulky, and he was bald. He seemed to be someone with a high rank. "This is their prince, your Majesty" he stated.
The prince looked very pissed off. That, and he was scared. He looked up at the Saiyan Prince from his kneeling position, and hissed something in his own language. It sounded like sharp clicks and high-pitched whistling, and it didn't sound nice. 'Stupid move,' thought Bulma. The Saiyan Prince seemed to be thinking the same. "Stupid fool. You think I understand that noise that you call a language? If you want to insult me, don't be a coward, and say it in a language I understand."
The Arthrod's prince didn't say anything, but spat in his face.
For a moment, everything and everybody was silent. Then suddenly, shouts and threats were shouted, and Prince Yrthryd was dealt a solid blow in the face by one of the Saiyans who was holding him down.
The Saiyan Prince hadn't moved a muscle, but Bulma noticed that his whole body had tensed, and, if it was possible, his aura had become brighter. Bulma carefully took a small step back, while she waited anxiously for his reaction.
Slowly, he raised a hand, and wiped the spit off his face. Again, silence had came over the room. Everybody looked at the group of people in the middle of the room.
Suddenly, the Prince chuckled. "Bravo, you showed some guts. Very rare for your people, isn't it? Well, it isn't going to save you. I'm planning to send your remains to your father, to let him know what he can expect." The Prince raised a hand, glowing with ki; at the sight of it, the Arthrod's prince started to struggle violently, but his captors didn't budge.
Unexpectedly, the Prince lowered his hand. "Don't worry, I won't kill you, *yet*. For that action of yours, you earned yourself a couple hours of torture. Really generous of me, I think." He made a gesture towards the other Saiyans, and they started to drag the remaining Arthrods out of the dining room.
The bald one remained with them, looking at her. Bulma tried to hide behind the Prince's broad back. He saw it, and sneered at her. "My Prince, where in the hell did you find that little female?"
"I found her in a corridor, Nappa. Who would ever thought I would find something so valuable in this ship."
"Are there more?"
"I don't think so, but why don't we ask her?" The Prince turned half way around. "Well, are there more?"
"N-no. I'm the only humanoid on board of this ship. The Arthrods don't really like humanoid species. I was good enough of a worker to not be sold."
"I see. But were there others?"
"A couple of years back, there were a couple of Fiqqu mechanics on board, or so I heard. I've never saw them. It's been ten years since I last saw an humanoid."
"Too bad. But every single female is welcome."
"Shall I er... escort her to the ship?" The Saiyan, Nappa, seemed very eager to do that. What had she gotten into?
"There's no need. She'll come with me. This one is mine." The Prince looked stated.
Nappa quickly bowed his head, and said: "Of course, my Prince. It's about time you'd produce an heir."
What?!! An heir? Bulma was shocked. Were they implying what she thought they were? If they were, she needed to get away from them. She didn't like their ideas!!
"Yes, my father has been nagging at me for months now. I do want to stop that. So, when I saw this little one, I decided that she is adequate to bear my heir."
"She looks quite thin, Majesty, and her hair, it's blue."
"I can see that, Nappa." The Prince answered annoyed.
"Forgive me, Sir. But you will run some test on her?"
"Of course! I'm not stupid!" The Prince was getting agitated, and Nappa decided that it was time to retreat.
"Once again, my apologies. Sometimes I do not think-"
"You don't think at all, Nappa, and that's the problem. Now, get out of here; round up our troops, and leave a squadron on this ship. I want them to bring it back to our nearest base. There, it can be adjusted to our tastes. The slaves can be sorted out there as well. Then, report to me. We will be leaving this ship as soon as you are back. And don't make me wait!"
"What about the remaining Arthrods on the ship. I assume there will be a lot of them."
"Find them and kill them. We have all the information we need. We don't need captives. They only waste air."
Nappa was grinning. "As you wish, Sir!" He gave a salute, and almost ran out of the room.
***
Bulma was staring after the disappearing Saiyan. Tests? She didn't like the sounds of it. She wasn't some kind of strange specimen! She was just human! What more did anyone need to know?
"Why are you looking like that, Girl?" Unknowingly to her, the prince had studied her face, intrigued with her. He didn't want to admit it, but when he first laid eyes on her, she had fascinated him. Her hair was the most unusual color he had ever seen; that had attracted his attention in the first place. But when she had started talking... The combination of obvious fear, but at the same time a certain amount of courage in the way she talked to him... It made him very clear that this time, he wouldn't give this one to his men. He would keep her, to see how long this fascination lasted. It had never happened before, that a single person had captivated his attention like this... He didn't like it. He didn't like the feeling. But it did feel... different. He would keep her.
"I-I was j-just wondering... Tests, Sir? What kind of t-tests?" Bulma had gathered her courage to ask him; he seemed to be deep in thought, and maybe he didn't like any interruptions, but she had to ask.
"Tests are required, to see if you are fertile, and to see if you don't have any genetic flaws. After all, if the mother of my heir must be human, I'll make damn sure that she will be one of the finest humans there is."
"O-ok... But I can tell you right away, that I'm probably not a fine human. I have many flaws, I think. According to the Arthrods, I'm very weak, even for a human!" Bulma hoped that this would change his mind. She really didn't want to bear an heir, to anyone! She didn't know anything about bearing heirs! But the thought that her body would be used in such a way... To her, that seemed worse than being a slave for the rest of her live! She suddenly hated the Prince for even thinking about it! How sick was this race?
"Don't you like the idea of having my children? You should be thinking of it as an *honor* to you."
"Would you a-actually make me have a child?" Bulma had seen a lot of cruelties over the last ten years, but this was definitely the worst.
The Prince looked coldly at her. "You *are* going to have my child."
That answered her question. And for the first time in a long while, she felt hate again towards her captor, her owner. And this time, she would use it, to find a way to escape. A thing she should have done years ago.
The Saiyan Prince was looking at her display of emotions, and recognized the hate in her eyes. Fine, so be it. But he felt something for a moment, twisting deep down in his guts. Maybe he didn't want her to hate him? Maybe that was the case. Maybe, for once, he wanted someone who didn't regard him with hate, or pain, or awe, or fear... Maybe... And what he wanted, he got. It was that simple.
"Lets get going. I don't want to stay here any longer than necessary." The Prince headed for the entrance, and grabbed the silent girl's her arm, and dragged her along, past the bodies and the blood, but he didn't see it. Normally, he would have reveled in the sight, the smell and the taste. But now, he had only eyes for the little woman he held so possessively.
****
Tada! The second chapter of 'Out Of Control'! And, how do you like it? You know, there's a little button at the foot of this page. And, if you click it, you can actually tell me what you are thinking! I bet you didn't know that yet!...... Ahem. Now, for those who are wondering: 'Whatever happened to Kryt?' Well, I'm not going to say now. You have to wait for the next chapter. I promise she'll be in it! *********
P.S. For those who are asking why Vegeta has been called 'The (Saiyan) Prince'; I'm writing this mostly out of Bulma's point of view (although I have written a few things about what Vegeta was thinking. I thought that made things a bit more interesting). She doesn't know him, and besides, he does own her in a way now. I think that it's a part of the slave-master relationship. Once she'll get to know him better, he will be called Vegeta.
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ
Out of control
Chapter Two
Bulma didn't respond to his words. She was completely stunned. What was he?
"What, lost your tongue?" The man mocked her.
"W-what are you?"
"Take a guess."
"Y-you're a Saiyan, aren't you" Bulma said, filled with dread and fear.
"Well done!" He smirked at her. "If you know what I am, then why do you keep staring at me?" A hint of annoyance had seeped into his voice. Bulma flinched at hearing his tone of voice, and hastily averted her gaze to the ground.
"S-sorry, it's j-just that... I've n-never knew Saiyans came in a blonde variety, too." That just blurted out. Bulma clamped a hand at her mouth, and took a couple of steps back. She was dead. She looked fearfully up at him.
But instead of killing her right on the spot, he raised his eyebrows, and chuckled.
"Well, well, this trip seems to be actually paying off!" The blonde looked her up and down, making Bulma very nervous. She didn't like that look, even though she had no idea what it's intent was. That look just caused shivers to run up and down her spine. She took another step back.
"You see, I would have never thought that on a ship full of humanoid-hating Arthrods I'd find a human female. And a beautiful one, too." He still looked so intently at her, and took a few steps toward her. She took a few steps back. That raised another chuckle out of him. "Scared? I guess so. I can smell it so clearly... Now, don't worry, I won't kill you. You're much too valuable. A human female... And one with some spunk. I like that."
Bulma was confused. Why hadn't he killed her yet? What was so valuable of being a human female? Humans didn't have any value, she had learned that very fast. The only skills she had were her mechanical skills. And she worked hard. So what was he talking about?
"S-sorry for that. It just... blurted out! I really didn't mean to offend you. I'm sorry." Bulma took another step back. He looked quite amused at her.
"Am I making you nervous?"
"S-sorry! It's just... I really should be going now! I'm needed at the engine room! There are problems, I-"
"Stay right here," his whole demeanor had changed; from somewhat amused to threatening. "You won't do anything, unless I say so."
Bulma nodded silently. He was going to kill her!
"Now, answer my questions. And don't try to lie; I really can't stand that," he warned her.
"O-ok."
"I know you had a companion, I can smell her. Where is she?"
"She walked ahead of me; I guess she's going to the lower levels."
"She isn't human, is she?"
"No, she's a Saalien, but she's a slave, just like me."
"Aha. She's worthless then. Tell me, why were the two of you here?"
"We w-wanted to know what was going on."
"Right. A bit stupid of you, to walk right into trouble."
"We w-weren't planning on walking right into a f-fight! We only wanted to know how bad the situation was."
"Ok, and then what would you do?"
"We would have gone down to the docking area. There, we could leave with a ship, if the fighting would have gotten worse."
"Well, you will leave this ship. You're coming with me."
"B-but sir! I can't! My friend- I have to... I won't!"
Suddenly, she was lifted up; a fist was clutching her overalls at the collar, and was holding her up by it. The Saiyan's face was only a breath away from her.
"Did I hear you correctly? Did you just say no to me? You really don't know what you're dealing with, do you? Let me introduce myself. I'm Vegeta, prince of the Saiyans, heir to the Saiyan Empire, and the first Super- Saiyan in a thousand years. No one says no to me, Little One. For this time, I'll let it slide, but you won't disobey me again. Understand?!"
Bulma was too frightened to say a thing. Impatiently, he shook her somewhat, making her teeth clatter. "Do you understand?!"
"Y-yes!" Bulma wheezed.
"Yes, what?!"
"Yes... Sir?"
"That will do... for now." He slowly pulled her closer until their noses touched. Bulma was totally freaked out now. She looked at him, pleading with her eyes to put her down, to let her go.
He breathed in deeply. "Hmmm, you smell... nice. That's good."
Unexpectedly, he let go of her overall. Bulma hadn't expected it, and fell to the ground. He smirked. "Get up!"
She obediently stood up, and waited for his next orders. She decided to go along with him. After all, she had been a slave for ten years, and she could be that for a little while longer. But she would grab the next opportunity to escape this Saiyan; he scared her, in more ways than one... He made her feel very uncomfortable; the way he had looked at her... Bulma shivered.
The Saiyan Prince started to walk in the opposite direction of her friend. She really hoped that Kryt was all right. By now, she would have noticed that she wasn't following her. 'Kryt will be so worried,' thought Bulma sadly, 'I hope she won't do anything stupid...'
"Hurry up, Girl! I haven't got the whole day."
Bulma quickly walked up to him. He stood there, looking at her, with a frown on his face.
"Remember what I said, Girl. If you don't obey me..."
Bulma bowed her head, as a sign of obedience, as was usual with the Arthrods. But strong fingers grabbed her chin and lifted her head up.
"You aren't stupid, are you. Or maybe you aren't right in the head."
Bulma looked indignantly at his suggestion. He chuckled. "I guess that's a no. Then you should have no trouble in understanding what I want you to do." He released her chin, and started to walk again. Bulma noticed that he almost made no sounds. Maybe that's why Kryt hadn't noticed him. Bulma followed him, wondering what would happen next. They were heading for the large, official dining room. What had happened there? Bulma assumed that the fighting had started there. What would await them?
****
As they came nearer to the dining room, Bulma got more nervous too. And it wasn't helping that the Prince didn't say anything; he just kept on walking, on a fairly high pace. Bulma had some trouble keeping up with him. But she didn't complain. She knew better.
They rounded a corner, and suddenly, they were standing before the large, quite pompous entrance. During the walk Bulma hadn't seen anybody; neither Saiyans or Arthrods. She wondered if the fight was already over. It could be; but she didn't know how long they have been fighting. The Saiyan prince entered the large room, but Bulma hesitated; was she supposed to follow, or wait here. She had been in this room twice. As a slave, you had to have special permission to enter an official room, which included the dining room. She had served dinner during those two times. But Insectoids didn't really like humanoids serving their dinner, so she had never been assigned to the dining room again.
"Follow me, Girl. You think I would leave you here? I'm not taking my chances with you."
Bulma lowered her head, and followed him inside. She was dying to look up, and see what exactly had happened here, but she didn't. She didn't want to provoke anyone.
While they moved further into the room, she managed to throw quick glances at her surroundings. She saw bodies of Anthrods, victorious Saiyans, and blood. A lot of blood. It had an orange color, and the smell of it was making her nauseous. She repeatedly swallowed down the bile in her throat. She was too preoccupied with suppressing her sickness, to notice the glances and the remarks that were thrown her way. The Saiyans looked at her with surprise and lust. A human female, on this ship! Who would have guessed?
The Prince suddenly stopped in the middle of the room.
Bulma carefully raised her head some, to see where they had stopped and why. Before them, there stood a couple of large, bulky Saiyans, pressing down some Arthrods to the floor with ease. By looking at their clothes Bulma could tell these Arthrods were important people. Actually, one of them was a prince. She had heard of him, of course. When the Crown Prince of the Arthrods had arrived on the ship, about a week ago, there were a lot of ceremonies and protocols that had to be dealt with. His name was Yrthryd, or something; their names were quite difficult to pronounce, and their language was just as hard. Luckily, the used language on the ship was Standard, because of the many different species and races that lived here. She had learnt Standard very fast when she had became a slave. She had to, to survive.
One of the Saiyan's stepped forward, dragging the prince with him. The Saiyan was very large and bulky, and he was bald. He seemed to be someone with a high rank. "This is their prince, your Majesty" he stated.
The prince looked very pissed off. That, and he was scared. He looked up at the Saiyan Prince from his kneeling position, and hissed something in his own language. It sounded like sharp clicks and high-pitched whistling, and it didn't sound nice. 'Stupid move,' thought Bulma. The Saiyan Prince seemed to be thinking the same. "Stupid fool. You think I understand that noise that you call a language? If you want to insult me, don't be a coward, and say it in a language I understand."
The Arthrod's prince didn't say anything, but spat in his face.
For a moment, everything and everybody was silent. Then suddenly, shouts and threats were shouted, and Prince Yrthryd was dealt a solid blow in the face by one of the Saiyans who was holding him down.
The Saiyan Prince hadn't moved a muscle, but Bulma noticed that his whole body had tensed, and, if it was possible, his aura had become brighter. Bulma carefully took a small step back, while she waited anxiously for his reaction.
Slowly, he raised a hand, and wiped the spit off his face. Again, silence had came over the room. Everybody looked at the group of people in the middle of the room.
Suddenly, the Prince chuckled. "Bravo, you showed some guts. Very rare for your people, isn't it? Well, it isn't going to save you. I'm planning to send your remains to your father, to let him know what he can expect." The Prince raised a hand, glowing with ki; at the sight of it, the Arthrod's prince started to struggle violently, but his captors didn't budge.
Unexpectedly, the Prince lowered his hand. "Don't worry, I won't kill you, *yet*. For that action of yours, you earned yourself a couple hours of torture. Really generous of me, I think." He made a gesture towards the other Saiyans, and they started to drag the remaining Arthrods out of the dining room.
The bald one remained with them, looking at her. Bulma tried to hide behind the Prince's broad back. He saw it, and sneered at her. "My Prince, where in the hell did you find that little female?"
"I found her in a corridor, Nappa. Who would ever thought I would find something so valuable in this ship."
"Are there more?"
"I don't think so, but why don't we ask her?" The Prince turned half way around. "Well, are there more?"
"N-no. I'm the only humanoid on board of this ship. The Arthrods don't really like humanoid species. I was good enough of a worker to not be sold."
"I see. But were there others?"
"A couple of years back, there were a couple of Fiqqu mechanics on board, or so I heard. I've never saw them. It's been ten years since I last saw an humanoid."
"Too bad. But every single female is welcome."
"Shall I er... escort her to the ship?" The Saiyan, Nappa, seemed very eager to do that. What had she gotten into?
"There's no need. She'll come with me. This one is mine." The Prince looked stated.
Nappa quickly bowed his head, and said: "Of course, my Prince. It's about time you'd produce an heir."
What?!! An heir? Bulma was shocked. Were they implying what she thought they were? If they were, she needed to get away from them. She didn't like their ideas!!
"Yes, my father has been nagging at me for months now. I do want to stop that. So, when I saw this little one, I decided that she is adequate to bear my heir."
"She looks quite thin, Majesty, and her hair, it's blue."
"I can see that, Nappa." The Prince answered annoyed.
"Forgive me, Sir. But you will run some test on her?"
"Of course! I'm not stupid!" The Prince was getting agitated, and Nappa decided that it was time to retreat.
"Once again, my apologies. Sometimes I do not think-"
"You don't think at all, Nappa, and that's the problem. Now, get out of here; round up our troops, and leave a squadron on this ship. I want them to bring it back to our nearest base. There, it can be adjusted to our tastes. The slaves can be sorted out there as well. Then, report to me. We will be leaving this ship as soon as you are back. And don't make me wait!"
"What about the remaining Arthrods on the ship. I assume there will be a lot of them."
"Find them and kill them. We have all the information we need. We don't need captives. They only waste air."
Nappa was grinning. "As you wish, Sir!" He gave a salute, and almost ran out of the room.
***
Bulma was staring after the disappearing Saiyan. Tests? She didn't like the sounds of it. She wasn't some kind of strange specimen! She was just human! What more did anyone need to know?
"Why are you looking like that, Girl?" Unknowingly to her, the prince had studied her face, intrigued with her. He didn't want to admit it, but when he first laid eyes on her, she had fascinated him. Her hair was the most unusual color he had ever seen; that had attracted his attention in the first place. But when she had started talking... The combination of obvious fear, but at the same time a certain amount of courage in the way she talked to him... It made him very clear that this time, he wouldn't give this one to his men. He would keep her, to see how long this fascination lasted. It had never happened before, that a single person had captivated his attention like this... He didn't like it. He didn't like the feeling. But it did feel... different. He would keep her.
"I-I was j-just wondering... Tests, Sir? What kind of t-tests?" Bulma had gathered her courage to ask him; he seemed to be deep in thought, and maybe he didn't like any interruptions, but she had to ask.
"Tests are required, to see if you are fertile, and to see if you don't have any genetic flaws. After all, if the mother of my heir must be human, I'll make damn sure that she will be one of the finest humans there is."
"O-ok... But I can tell you right away, that I'm probably not a fine human. I have many flaws, I think. According to the Arthrods, I'm very weak, even for a human!" Bulma hoped that this would change his mind. She really didn't want to bear an heir, to anyone! She didn't know anything about bearing heirs! But the thought that her body would be used in such a way... To her, that seemed worse than being a slave for the rest of her live! She suddenly hated the Prince for even thinking about it! How sick was this race?
"Don't you like the idea of having my children? You should be thinking of it as an *honor* to you."
"Would you a-actually make me have a child?" Bulma had seen a lot of cruelties over the last ten years, but this was definitely the worst.
The Prince looked coldly at her. "You *are* going to have my child."
That answered her question. And for the first time in a long while, she felt hate again towards her captor, her owner. And this time, she would use it, to find a way to escape. A thing she should have done years ago.
The Saiyan Prince was looking at her display of emotions, and recognized the hate in her eyes. Fine, so be it. But he felt something for a moment, twisting deep down in his guts. Maybe he didn't want her to hate him? Maybe that was the case. Maybe, for once, he wanted someone who didn't regard him with hate, or pain, or awe, or fear... Maybe... And what he wanted, he got. It was that simple.
"Lets get going. I don't want to stay here any longer than necessary." The Prince headed for the entrance, and grabbed the silent girl's her arm, and dragged her along, past the bodies and the blood, but he didn't see it. Normally, he would have reveled in the sight, the smell and the taste. But now, he had only eyes for the little woman he held so possessively.
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Tada! The second chapter of 'Out Of Control'! And, how do you like it? You know, there's a little button at the foot of this page. And, if you click it, you can actually tell me what you are thinking! I bet you didn't know that yet!...... Ahem. Now, for those who are wondering: 'Whatever happened to Kryt?' Well, I'm not going to say now. You have to wait for the next chapter. I promise she'll be in it! *********
P.S. For those who are asking why Vegeta has been called 'The (Saiyan) Prince'; I'm writing this mostly out of Bulma's point of view (although I have written a few things about what Vegeta was thinking. I thought that made things a bit more interesting). She doesn't know him, and besides, he does own her in a way now. I think that it's a part of the slave-master relationship. Once she'll get to know him better, he will be called Vegeta.