Chapter 5
Vometica!
Vegeta stood outside the ship, 'instructing' all the workers to finish up the work. He could leave in only a matter of minutes. But that wasn't necessarily why he was grinning. He was going to make this trip a long one for Bulma.
Hmm… he'd have to give her a new name on their trip. Especially the planet they would first be stopping at, Bulma was a word given to the King's first concubine… Heh, maybe he should leave it. Saddly he would have to take it out with her. He'd rather not leave this one to surprise.
Vegeta's grin returned; he'd wait until she was done with her shower.
"Uhm, Ve—Vegeta-sir?" A tall, rather skinny man asked. Vegeta cocked his eyebrow. These men on the planet were pathetic. This junkie looked like every scientist he had crossed in the universe.
"What!" The man cringed, Vegeta enjoyed that.
"Sir! All preparations have been completed, and all checks are green. The ship is prepared to take off."
"Good! Have the Woman's things been brought on-board."
The man looked worried, he didn't like the way this man was referring to Bulma.
"Yes."
"Then give the count-down." Vegeta turned swiftly around and walked onto the ship. He took his place at the first seat at the front of the control panel. He scanned the buttons for a moment when he saw what it was he was looking for.
"Woman! I suggest you get your ass up here this very instant."
"WHY!" Was the only reply back?
Vegeta smirked and but on his low, and to the point voice, "Because, we're taking off." Vegeta clicked the com off and watched through the window as the docking area was cleared, and the over-head dome reeled away. He had to give the Briefs bonus points on their ideal construction rooms. The space ship areas had been built so that the ship could take right off and would not have to be moved to another location. When it had cleared and everyone from the control room in the building gave the thumbs up, Bulma or no, Vegeta pressed the button.
The automated voice kicked in: "10 seconds to take off—9….8….7…."
"HOLY fucking shit! VEGETA!!!" Bulma came running through the door. "What the fuck are you doing? I'm going to DIE before we even LEAVE!" She said as she threw herself into a seat.
"3....2…" The voice echoed as Bulma's heart all but stopped as she frantically tried to fasten her seatbelts.
"1….liftoff…" Bulma felt the ground give way, and in that instant her belt clicked into place; she didn't realize it though, she could only feel that moment just before the ship rocketed off. She felt herself go light, too light. She hadn't been fully prepared for take off. She was exasperated, and the sudden lost of gravity pushed her too hard. She let her conscious float with the feeling of light-ness…
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Vegeta checked the monitors, the ships stats, and set the course. He looked over at Bulma. Slumped over, unconscious from the flight. He checked her vital signs with a quick look over and ki sense. She would be fine. He lingered for a moment longer. Her blue locks were still wet; the t-shirt she had thrown on was slightly wet from the dripping. The blue drapes clung to her face. Her lips slightly parted.
Her chest rose evenly, that was a good sign. It still disturbed him to how weak the human female was. Stupid Woman.
He walked up to her and grasped her chin lightly, moving her face so that he could study it closer. After a moment he grinned. He'd toughen her up a bit. Turn her more into a Saiyan… Vegeta's smirk disappeared and a true frown appeared. Why did he desire to make this Woman more like…himself. More like himself?
Vegeta felt the hair prick up on the back of his neck. As he looked down on her he knew what it was his body and been trying to hold back for the last year. How could he have been such a fool? He should have left her on the planet.
But even as he watched her in this state, he could see the determination to pull through. Too close to his own desires… Besides he had made a decision. She wanted to act like a Saiyan, he'd help her along. It would be a long trip, but he wasn't going to back down now.
With that he gave her a slight slap on the face. Nothing to harm her in the least, just enough to get her to wake up.
"Uh… huh?..." Her eyes fluttered open. "What? Where, What?"
"Wake up Woman, had a nice nap?"
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Bulma could feel the slight fuzzy feeling that leaves your body after you have just passed out. It came back to her. "You son of a bitch. What were you thinking! I COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED!"
"You say that like it's a bad thing, woman. Now! Shut up! You'll live, but there are far more important matters at hand."
"Oh yea like what! YOUR sex life!"
"I'm not the one with the 'devil's mark' on my left breast." That evil smirk played on his lips, Bulma's heart stopped, she could feel herself drifting back into the world she had just come from. The Devil's mark was a pimple on the side of the left breast. That was how they would identify witches in the older days. Woman had been burned at the stake for that mark.
"How…?"
"Saiyans have excellent night vision." Bulma could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks. She was proud of her body, and she thought that mark was an asset to her chest. But the last person she wanted to have seen that was Vegeta. "So Woman if you're done talking I need to go over things with you, now." Bulma decided that just this once she'd shut up. "Your name we have to change it…. Hmm, that's odd… did you pass out again?"
"No."
"Good. So-"
"Why do we have to change my name! There is absolutely nothing wrong with my name as it is…"
"Woman you have the worst timing…" Bulma had her curiosity look on, as well as the, I'm mad at you look. "The reason why is because on Vometica, Bulma is reserved for the King's first consort. Of course if you want to play the part of my first consort, I'm sure you'd do well."
"Your not a king, Prince Vegeta!" Acid was dripping off her tongue. Bulma quite honestly didn't like the way she was being treated. Vegeta's eyes went stone cold. She knew she had all but signed her life away, but as far as she could see. She wouldn't make it into the next week.
But she was surprised to only see himself smirk. And it was a cruel smirk. His voice sent shivers down her spine. It touched her soul. His hot breath traced her lips. "Then you'll just have to go by Tayme (pronounced like tame). The Prince's first whore…"
Bulma's heart caught up in her throat. She WOULD not be treated like that! "ForGET IT!"
She was pushed back into the seat, his eyes hard pressed, glaring down every bit of will she had. "It's either that or your sold off to the slaves. And don't be foolish enough to think that I will keep that from happening. If the King of Vometica decides you'll be a good price on the ropes, I don't have a right to interfere. This isn't your little planet, Tayme, so I suggest you back down like a good little girl."
Bulma could feel the tears welling up once more in her eyes, she bit down on her lip and gave him the hardest look she could muster. But his was still harder. It was the same look, the one that peered into her soul. Only this time it was containing her soul. Holding it down.
Time really had changed. "Touch me Vegeta, and I'll kill you." She meant those words.
"Don't worry, I wouldn't want to touch a thing like you." She wanted to press it, even as he stalked away. She could throw it in his face, but she could see she had already pressed one too many buttons. Besides she could believe that last bit. He wouldn't touch her like that. She just had to pretend to be… his. And she didn't have to do it right now, they still had a few weeks.
She wanted to slow down the ship to make it take much, much longer. But she wouldn't. It would be better to go crawl into her room and not leave it.
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She could hear Vegeta pounding away downstairs in the GR. She had really pissed him off. She tried to keep her mind off of the feeling. That sticky feeling, like he was always watching her.
She rumbled through her clothing and had noticed a key point. He had known all along that she would have to be a slut for this first stop. Everything he had packed for her had just about NOTHING to hide. Their was one bag that had been what she had packed just before bed. She would stick to that one the most.
She liked slinky clothing, but that doesn't mean she wanted to share that side with that… monkey. She sighed, their was nothing to help for it now. She organized, folded and put the clothing away in the closets and drawers. She wanted to take another bath just to wash anything she could away.
With a sigh she packed away the last article of clothing, something she'd have to wear tonight to bed. Baja's.
She collapsed on the bed. Sure she had gotten clothing, shoes, and all the bathroom necessities. But the Vegetable-head had forgotten something very important to Bulma. Entertainment. She didn't have any of her books, magazines, or the tiniest gadget to play with. She had nothing to do. Except listen to Vegeta's training. She didn't even have a cd-player on hand. She was going to die.
Bulma pulled the curtain away from the porthole in the ship. She watched as the stars wisped by. She like this view, and it would be great to see if she could pick out new constellations…except for the fact the ship was moving too fast for that.
"So….now what?" Bulma couldn't help but ask out-loud.
"You go make lunch." That voice. She hadn't even notice that he had stopped training. Bulma would argue, but she really didn't have anything else to do.
"Fine!" Bulma steeped off the bed, Vegeta had already made his way to the kitchen. He was sneaky!
Bulma stuck her tongue out, despite the fact he was already gone, it made her feel that much better. She walked, making sure she took her time, to the kitchen. He stood looking out the window. Straight back, his arms folded in his usual position. She could see from his stance that he still had his trade mark smirk imprinted in his face.
That's when she finally noticed the change in Vegeta. He had grown taller, he was broader, filled out seemed to be the words to describe it. That's when she realized that his personality had changed some what too. He was rather handsome, and now, he was at least an inch taller than her. But his face seemed softer, but harder at the same time. Bulma wondered if Saiyans didn't really hit adult hood until their late 20's.
"What are you staring at, Woman? Cook the damn meal." His attitude hadn't changed that much though.
"Yes! Your highness." Bulma watched his eyebrows knot in the middle. She loved to press buttons, and on Vegeta, it was always easy.
But Bulma had much better things to do. Like cook. She was actually exited to cook. And she hated cooking. But most of this stuff was 'throw in the micro-wave and poof, insta-food'. She thought potatoes, with cheese, ham, a salad, some cooked carrots….hmm… that sounded like a 'dinner' meal more than a lunch meal. She would do that tonight then, and open that bottle of wine she snuck on board…hell she had nothing else to do.
So what for lunch. Bulma curiously looked through the cabinets. Vegeta still watched through the port hole.
"What are you in the mood for?" She half asked as she pulled out some boxes. She didn't expect a reply, and she didn't get one either.
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The meal was quite decent. Mac cheese could never go wrong. Vegeta actually didn't complain either. He had plenty to keep his mouth busy. Bulma contently just stared out the windows, eating slowly and enjoying the moment. It was rare she could sit in the same room with Vegeta, and not hear a damn word from him. She was sure the feeling was mutual.
"You made modifications to this model, besides the extra room. The speed of the ship was increased significantly from your earlier models." Nothing ever lasts. But this, at least she hoped, was a good topic to be on.
"Uh'huh. I discovered some interesting things from the space pod Goku came back in after his little trip in outer space. From there I was able to duplicate the speed, but the more I thought about it, the more it made sense… the technology you used I mean. I was able to double it and incorporate it to this ship."
"This brings me to my point. This ship's speed will bring us to Vometica within a week's time."
Bulma was shocked. "So that means this trip isn't going to take as long as originally planned!"
"Well, to a point." Vegeta's eyes were dancing with a light that all but told Bulma he had something planned.
"What do you mean!" Bulma couldn't help but sound flat and annoyed.
Vegeta smiled, and Bulma knew she was in trouble. "You'll see." With that he got up from his seat, and just before leaving the room. "At dinner time I'll regretfully with have to spend some time with you, to go over some protocol. You'll have to be well fitted to play this Princes concubine."
"What's that suppose to mean! I'm beautiful, smart and-" No point he had already left the room. Bastard. Was all Bulma could think. She hated being treated like this! But their was nothing to help it. She did after all have to go along with his little 'plan', whether she wanted to or not.
Bulma leaned back in the chair. What had she gotten herself into! Not that she had had much choice. And now she was left to drift in space with an insane Monkey and nothing to do!
That's when something caught her eye. The TV!! That's right she had installed that and brought along every movie know in existence. She really was a genius!
It took her only a few seconds to find the remote and push play on her favorite soap-opera "Young and Bold". She always loved these things. She sat back in her seat and enjoyed the show.
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Vegeta stabbed at the air. He hated that woman! HOW DARE SHE! She had insulted his birth-right! However, he had to give her the point. She was right. He was not King. He could never be King… he had no hair to the thrown, and with out a female Saiyan, it was impossible to create a full blooded Hair to the thrown. He would forever be just the Prince.
But at least he had something he could grasp and attain. Super Saiyan. Now, more then ever he wanted it. That was something he could still have. Damn that Woman. DAMN HER TO HELL!! She had brought up a painful subject, but it only fueled him more.
He was going to make her pay, one way or another.
Damned be the consequences. In the back of his mind, he could only realize the true test of this trip. It had not even been a day and already the problems were sky-rocketing through the roof with that woman. The next few months would defiantly prove challenging.
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"VEGETA! There is no way I am going to be doing that with YOU!" Bulma's face was beat red, and her finger was pointed sharply at Vegeta, who sat calmly in his seat. They were only a few hours away from reaching Vometica. Both Vegeta and Bulma were at the verge of killing the other. Bulma, amazingly, was the more obvious one.
"Woman! I'm NOT that thrilled about it either, however; we must. Unless you would rather become an actual slave. Be my guest. It's your choice."
"God-damn it!"
"I know that I am…. You have an hour to make up your damn mind! OF COURSE, you are always left with the option of me just blowing your head off. Do put that one in consideration!"
"Fuck you!"
"I'd fuck your Mother first!" Bulma's mouth dropped!
"What! I'm younger, prettier, smarter, and full of energy! And you'd take that old wrinkled baggage over ME!"
"You said that, not me." Vegeta's eyebrow was cocked up, ever so slightly. Bulma had lost it. She needed off this ship and away from him NOW!
"FINE! I'll do it!" Bulma yelled as she threw whatever she could grab at the wall. Vegeta only chuckled at her effort of 'anger'. She glared and stalked out of the room.
"Don't forget, the less there is of clothing, the more convincing."
"FUCK OFF!"
Later, maybe…Vegeta grinned. He like this. This was fun, however, the woman had been more than hell over just a week. He liked to see her anger rise like that. He loved the aroma she would put off, and the way her eyes would glitter. She was entertaining. Besides her heated up emotions would help convince the Vometicans she was his. They knew him too well to know he'd consort with a Woman who was a scientist…. No matter how drop-dead gorgeous she may be.
A peeping sounded from the control room. Their station had finally picked up on their signal. Vegeta stalked over to the com and opened the channel.
"Speak!" Instantly the face on the other side cringed. "Ah… Zep. So good to see you..." Vegeta grinned like the devil.
"Ve…Veg…" The man stammered. His pale skin looking even more drained then possible. His blue eyes looked on in shock to what laid just on the other side of the screen.
"PRINCE Vegeta to YOU, worm! I wish to land immediately and refuel. I would like to leave as soon as possible!" The other man straightened up a bit.
"I will have to inform the King, your grace, before you can land. I am…sure… he would like to have your company…if that is all right of course!"
Vegeta's smirk, found its way on his lips once more. "That's fine, tell him to make plans for two." Vegeta cut the link and opened a new one to Bulma's room. "Hurry up Woman, we'll be landing soon." His only response was the woman hitting the off button to the com.
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"That won't do, woman." Vegeta leaned back in his seat enjoying the embarrassment on Bulma's face.
"Oh, it'll have to do." Bulma put on her determined look. She wore a long black dress that was tight and hung lightly over her legs. Her arms folded protectively over her chest. The dress gave her quite a 'rise' to things.
Vegeta stalked over to her, making sure she didn't have much room to run. He took a moment too lock eyes with Bulma, her cheeks slightly red. She had put her hair up in a bun. That would also have to go.
Without much warning Vegeta forced her arms to her side and held them their with his energy. "I suggest you hold still."
"What are you doing!" Vegeta began to cut the dress. "Do you have idea how much this had cost me!" He ignored her yells; using his energy he was able to make it look like the dress had been made that way. First he got rid of some of the covering around her hips and up, just below the breast on both sides. Then he cut the lower end up the side a few inches across her right thigh.
He backed up and admired the view. "Now, it'll do." Bulma's face was beat red. "I forgot something." Her breath was hard. She was angry, he could see that. Her face was lowered and her eyes set on him. She couldn't move, not with the ki he had holding her to that spot. He liked this. He felt like he was hunting and had just caught an unattainable beast.
Vegeta circled around her to the back. She shot her head to the side, hiding her embarrassment. The way he had cut the dress and made her back visible, and it hung just above her 'lower' cheeks.
Her hair was done up in a neat and tidy bun. "You shouldn't hide hair like that." He plucked out the pins that held it into place. "Now. Relax. Act like I told you to, do what I told you to do and this could be the last time either one of us is in this position. I'm going to release you, act like a good girl."
She mumbled a fine and he let the ki drop. She took a few steps away, shaking her hair down, it rolled into a fitting tangled mess around her shoulders and face. She clutched at the exposed parts of her body. Trying to cover it up with her arms. "Stop it."
"Can you blame me!" Bulma shot back. "This is sooo degrading. And uncomfortable has hell!"
"Get over it! We have lingered long enough! We have a date to keep." Bulma pouted but knew he was right. She hated it, she was only helping his ego by going along with this. But their really wasn't much of a better option. She did her best to hid her embarrassment; she lowered her arms to her side. She still couldn't slow her breath. But, the Prince would just have to be content with what he was getting.
"Ready?" Vegeta asked but hardly waited for an answer as he opened the door.
Bulma has instructed stepped to his right, but kept a foot behind his shoulder. But she didn't miss the view. Their were hundreds of people surrounding their airship. They were all very beautiful. But dead in the center stood, who she could only guess were the King and Queen.
The Vometicans were tall, not much taller than Bulma, but they had light skin with blue eyes. Every last one of them had their eyes outlined in a deep black. They had smaller mouths that were pinkish. It would seem the Females of the species had white hair and the males blue. They were for the most part slim. They almost looked like some sort of fantasyful mermaid. Except they didn't have any fish like parts.
"Ah, Prince Vegeta. Welcome back! And who is this you bring with you." The king spoke. His voice was strong but it was smooth. He was rather handsome, Bulma noticed. With a broad chin, soft eyes, and a great bod. Bulma almost wanted to be sold. All except for the Woman at his side. She was undoubtedly chosen because she was the prettiest girl on the planet. Her hair was pulled up into a pony tail, but its tip still dragged on the floor. Her eyes were darker in color than his, and her ears were pointed ever so slightly. The clothing she wore however, made Bulma feel much better about hers.
"Tayme." Bulma had forgotten about that. Her name from this moment on was Tayme. She noticed the gasps that came from the crowd. Even the Queen and given a slight shocked look. But the King remained calm. Almost as if this was not surprising at all. Bulma wondered if their was a little something more to this Tayme thing.
Vegeta raised his hand, signaling her to take it. This is one of the parts she didn't like, but she knew she couldn't back down. So with a slide worthy of the Queen herself, Bulma took his hand. And as per-instructed, placed it over her right breast. Close to her heart, a sign of commitment. She had to try hard not to throw up.
But she felt un-easy. The King's eyes were on her, studying her, much like Vegeta had. His smile played on Bulma's mind. Did he see through their game? Or did he not intend to honor Vegeta. Bulma could almost see the lust, but in a way, she didn't mind it either.
However, Vegeta did. He more than noticed the Kings stare at Bulma. And from what he could gather off the Queens face, she had taken notice too. Her stare was one of pure rage.
"Well, King Tesius, shall we be on our way." Bulma notice the slight tone of threat in his voice. Was he trying to discourage the King from liking her! Bulma had to try and hide her smile. She had just discovered a little game she could play.
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Mii, Queen Mii (me), glared daggers at the new lady that had caught her so called faithful husband's eye. Her husband often took other Woman into his bed, but this one Mii found particularly unwelcoming. For this woman bared similarities to their own people, but she was far more exotic, and her blue hair! That coloring on a female was sure to catch the eye of every Vometican male. But she could not allow this woman near her husband.
She would not let her beds be dirtied by such a creature.
Mii also wondered if Vegeta and his so called Tayme were really so entangled. Vegeta was not a man who would marry. She knew this very well.
Hehehehe, I love last minute twists like this! So I got this chap up pretty fast, so I hope to see at least 5 more reviews (but hopefully up to 10) before I get the next one up!
JA! R&R please,
Tiff
