1Machina

By: Kichi

DISCLAIMER: Akira Toriyama created DBZ and all it's characters. Not me. I make no money from writing or posting this on the internet.

PAIRING: Vegeta and Bulma

ARCHIVED: NC-17 for M/F Sex and M/M rape

NOTES: ALTERNATE UNIVERSE. Radditz and Nappa die on Earth but Vegeta is never able to get away and find out why, until years later during a skirmish between Frieza and Cooler. He finds Earth but almost everything is destroyed by the jouziningen. Except, of course, a little blue-haired scientist who finds him after 17 and 18 kick the snot out of him. Woah.. did I give away too much? NAH!

WARNING: this chapter contains some non-con (m/m) activity- not full blown sex, but a little groping.

SUMMARY: Vegeta begins to notice Bulma.

Chapter 2 - The Long Road Ahead

"It will not hurt so long as you do not resist." Vegeta bit back a whimper as a cold, clammy tail snaked around his thigh and pulled him back against his 'master'. "You are shaking. Is it from fear, I wonder? Or anticipation?" the Ice-jinn purred.

"You fucking repulse me!" Vegeta choked, bile rising in the back of his throat.

"Really? I cannot say that I am too terribly surprised. You are, after all, only a stupid monkey. I still cannot fathom why I find you so beautiful. You know, if I didn't need you to fight by my side, I would keep you in my harem permanently. I do detest these scars." Vegeta suddenly laughed, but the sound morphed into a choked gasp when Frieza yanked his tail. "What do you find amusing my pet?" he crooned in the young Saiyan's ear.

"Y-you gave me these scars!" hissed. "None of theme are from combat! They are all from you!"

"Really?" Frieza sneered, and suddenly his hand was casually groping Vegeta's manhood. The young Prince violently jerked away, but was only able to move about an inch before the Ice-jinn's tail tightened painfully around his thigh. "Then they suit you perfectly." the demon sneered. "They show everyone that you belong to me."

Something jarred her from sleep. Fear seized her for a moment, as her eyes darted wildly around the room.

"Don't- don't fucking touch me!.." she heard a weak voice groan. The deep male voice struck her as unfamiliar and she froze. Then she remembered.

The Saiyan. She had found him outside the remnants of the city, just near what had once been a national park. It had been a miracle she'd found him in time.

She glanced at the bag of plasma at his side and her eyes widened. Every time she checked, it was empty. His system was draining them at an alarming rate, and if luck wasn't on her side she would soon be out, and she had no clue as to where she might get a donor besides herself.

He moaned again, his undamaged arm lifted as if to ward something off, and she rose from her gurney beside him and switched on a light.

His features were twisted in a grimace of pain and his head tossed from side to side. "Get off!" he whimpered. Her heart suddenly clenched as she realized he was having a nightmare. She gripped his shoulders and his eyes shot open. He gasped and his hand rose to bat her away. She tried to pull away as his icy fingers wrapped around her throat, but as soon as the ragged gasp left his throat, the fear bled from his features and his eyes narrowed in confusion.

"Wh-what?" he mumbled, his hand dropping as he glanced around the room. "What happened?" he tried to sit up but pain from his broken ribs forced the air from his lungs and he began to choke.

"It's alright," she began, her voice low and soothing. "It was a dream." The spasm eased and he drew back his shaking hand, noting with a frown the flecks of blood on his skin. Before she could protest, he wiped his hand on the blanket and lay back with a sigh. His eyes slid shut and soon he was breathing slowly and evenly.

She shook her head wondering what had just happened- she had been so scared for a moment there- his hand had been around her neck. 'Maybe next time I'll just throw a rock at him.' She stared at his sleeping countenance for a moment noted with pleasure the difference between this expression, and the one he had worn just before waking. He looked relaxed, almost peaceful, the scowl melted away and she gasped. 'Goddamn is he hot!' she thought and frowned. It was so weird, Piccolo seemed more like an alien than this 'Saiyan Prince'. The tail and the crazed mane of spikes was the only thing that made him appear different. But it somehow seemed to fit so well. She sighed and went to get another bag of plasma.

"Foolish boy, you are mine and have been since your stupid father gave you to me. You are my servant and my soldier, you will deny me nothing." He gripped the young Saiyan by the tail and dragged him near. The rest of his clothing and armor were torn to scraps. He lay naked and trembling before his master. "So beautiful.." the tyrant murmured, caressing the smooth skin of his slave's narrow waist.

"Kiyamur! I would rather die!" Vegeta screamed and received a stinging slap across his already bruised cheek.

"Not until I'm done with you. Not until I've used you to my satisfaction. Remember? You are my slave and you will not die until I say."

His features were knotted and he was mumbling incoherently again when she returned. But she didn't want to wake him. He needed rest. She was short on medical supplies as it was and she highly doubted she could get more. Rest was about the only thing that was going to help him. She reached out a hand and ran her fingers through his wild hair, and the gentle caress quieted him. He sighed softly and snuggled deeper into the pillows and blankets.

She sat down on the gurney opposite and watched him a moment before glancing at the clock. Nearly four in the morning. She sighed and raked a hand through her lavender tresses. She yawned, stretched, and lay down, her eyes closing instantly.

A wailing cry jolted her from sleep and a loud crash wrenched a frightened gasp from her throat. She glanced around wildly in alarm and confusion. A soft moan beside her drew her attention to a heap of flailing limbs and blankets. She scrambled off of her gurney and ran to the Saiyan who was still thrashing.

"Vegeta!" she snapped as she tried to unwind the sheets. He froze a moment and then struggled again, tearing the sheets in his haste. Suddenly his jagged, spiky locks appeared and he turned to glare at her. She took a step back as he growled low in his throat, his gaze a clear warning to stay away. He tore the rest of the sheets away, almost panicked. She reached out hesitantly, tugged his elbow, and he stumbled to his feet.

"Come on, get up." she said, trying to ignore the fine tremors running through him. She tried to steer him towards the bed but he jerked out of her grasp and shook his head.

"I can't sleep anymore." he said, his voice harsh. She nodded.

"Then it's couch and TV time." she said with a faint smile. He frowned in confusion. "Are you hungry?" he nodded quickly, his eyes lighting up. "Good, but first let me get these." she said indicating the IV still in his arm. He sat on an empty chair and she gently removed the large needle, covered it with a wad of cotton and taped it in place. "Alright. Follow me please." she said and took his arm and headed to the door. She glanced at the clock and sighed. It wasn't even six AM.

She led him through a maze of corridors that looked too similar to differentiate. Had he not been nearly starving, he wouldn't have left the medical wing. He'd had another dream. He couldn't remember it, but he still remembered the panic he'd felt upon waking. It still hadn't left him completely.

He didn't know what couch and TV time was, but although he did feel amazingly better, his arm was still broken, his shoulder was still scraped raw, and his ribs were still cracked. His lungs had healed, but any strenuous activity on his part could negate all that until his ribs were fully healed.

They left the long hallway and he saw a kitchen and a room with a large black viewing screen on the wall and several giant, stretched-out chairs.

"Please, sit here." she said, motioning the large, over-stuffed, ridiculously long chair. He sat and almost jumped back out when it seemed the chair would swallow him. "It's alright." she said with a half-smile. "It's just really soft. Everybody sinks." He leaned back and she grabbed a hand-held device with many buttons. She hit a red button and the screen on the wall flared to life. She handed him the device. "Press these two to switch the channels. I'll be right back and then I'll make you something to eat." she said and left the room. He nodded absently as he gazed at the screen.

He pushed one of the buttons and the screen flickered bringing forth a new image. Finally something caught his attention.

"- the destruction caused by these two has already surpassed sixty billion domestic. -" he switched the channel and was greeted by a red screen with white letters. He couldn't read the language. He pushed the button again and the next screen was exactly the same except blue with white scribble. As was nearly every single one after that.

"I forgot." the onna's soft voice startled him. "There is nothing on TV anymore except for a few news stations." She walked over to the TV blocking his view, but also granting him an unobstructed view of her ass. His eyes widened as he took in her form. Everything was shaped very well and in perfect proportion. She began to search through the cabinets, her rear-end wiggling enticingly, he felt his cheeks grow hot and his eyes quickly sought something else to train upon.

Not now.. He mentally chided. She had saved his life. For what reason he had yet to figure out. The last thing he needed was to start lusting after someone he was indebted to. He had to heal, and maybe get the hell out of there. But- and he was ashamed to even acknowledge it to himself- he wasn't ready to return to space now.

It was a damn good stroke of luck that those androids had destroyed his scouter. It had probably broadcasted the whole fight, and they had done it when he lay immobile, near to losing consciousness. Anyone listening would assume he was dead right now, and that was only too perfect. He dreaded the thought of anyone coming to search for him. In all honesty he doubted anyone would anyway. His demented task master had hated any deemed weak and killed them slowly. And those who betrayed him were treated even worse.

"Here. You can watch this, you'll probably like this since you fight." she turned to him with a sweet smile and noticed his pink cheeks and dark expression. "Are you alright?" she asked, stretching her hand forward to feel his forehead. He recoiled with an alarmed expression, as if fearing an attack. "You look feverish, I wasn't going to hit you." she said, her voice dropping.

"Like you could hurt me anyway." he muttered.

"Why would I want to? You haven't given me a reason." She reached out again, slowly, but he tipped his head back and swatted her hand away.

"I'm fine."

"You swear?" she said, the cute smile returning. His eyes locked with hers and he said nothing for a moment as he took in her lovely countenance. His features hardened, but only to mask his inner turmoil.

"Yes."

"Alright. I'll go make some food." She turned and headed to the kitchen and he forced himself to remain still. But the desire was returning, he was not even looking at whatever was on the screen. He angrily bit his lip and snuck a glance at her cute little rear and her swaying hips.

Gods was he being cursed? He was growing aroused just looking at her. It has been too long... he thought with an audible sigh. The data on this planet showed that she was extremely fragile, as were all humans. There was no doubt in his mind that Saiyans and humans were very close genetically, but the difference in strength was just too much. Even if she began to desire a quick tryst with him, he didn't think it would happen without her getting hurt. And had it been anyone else, he wouldn't have really cared, but... she had saved his life.

The smell of cooking food was beginning to reach his nose and make his mouth water. He shook his head in annoyance. She was cooking for him. He almost hoped she had some ulterior motive for helping him, feeding him, and giving him shelter. Then he could do as he pleased to her without a shred of guilt.

He forced himself to turn away and concentrate on the screen.

A hour passed and he had to admit, he was mildly entertained by the images on the screen. One human male was making his way through many opponents. Vegeta watched the man's fluid fighting style with interest. So these weaklings had their own martial arts did they? The techniques were definitely fascinating. They appeared easy enough to execute as well. Even their females practiced different techniques. He smirked in amusement as a tiny female beat a man twice her size by using his momentum against him in nearly every move by simply waiting for him to attack, and either striking as he flew past or dodging out of the way.

Suddenly the blue-haired onna appeared bearing a large dish of cooked meat and vegetables in gravy. She placed it before him with another one of those breathtaking smiles that left him flushed and full of desire. But he ignored it as she left and returned moments later with a large dish of.. Something.

"What is it?" he asked, his voice low in her ears.

"It's rice. You take some meat and vegetables and dump them on top or right next to a pile of it and eat it. It's ok, it's good." She left again and returned with an empty plate and some eating utensils. She filled a plate for him and presented it with another sweet smile. He stared at her for a moment, his eyes wide and wondering at her seeming kindness. "Is something wrong?" she asked after a moment, her features distressed.

"Why are you doing this? What do you expect from me in return?" he said, his eyes boring into her's. He was surprised to see the shade of her strangely enchanting blue eyes to darken like storm clouds.

"I don't want anything from you!" she hissed, her features contorting in rage. Only years of training to maintain a calm facade at all times kept his jaw from dropping in astonishment over her sudden, violent mood swing. "Except maybe that you don't kill me as soon as your able like those friends of yours would! You're the only person I've been able to save from them! All I want is for you to live! I can't let them take everything and destroy it! If I can stop them from taking one life that is all I need! You don't owe me anything!"

His food sat forgotten on the coffee table in front of him. If she were Saiyan she would have punctuated every word with a blow to the face. And Gods did she look ready to. Her pale skin was flushed a delicate pink, her darkened eyes glared murderously at him, suddenly his mouth went dry. "Now eat!" she snarled and stalked back to the kitchen. Moments later he heard a door open and slam shut viciously.

The fucking nerve! The absolute nerve of him to ask her such a question! How dare he treat her like that. She had been nothing but pleasant to him and he thought she was doing it for her own benefit? She lit a cigarette and took a long drag.

From what little she had learned from Radditz and Nappa's never-ending boasts, they had conquered many worlds. They had lived a life of never-ending battle. And when it came down to it, they hadn't given a shit about each other. Was he the same? Or was he just used to the same indifference? If that was the case then it explained why he automatically assumed she was helping him only to gain something from him.

She shook her head. Maybe she had over reacted. She took a few more hits off of her cigarette, flicked it into her driveway, and went back in.

He had insulted her. That much was obvious. But he was unsure of what to do to make amends. He was also angered that he'd made it necessary at all. And the fact that he even felt it necessary to do something to ease her anger towards him was admittedly shocking. 'Maybe one quick screw will get it out of my system..' he thought , then frowned at the sudden impulse that seemed to be occurring more frequently. The door opened and shut again and he smelled smoke. He sat up straighter and sniffed.

"Onna, something is burning." he declared loudly.

"It's me." she sighed, the anger completely gone from her. "I had to smoke a cigarette, even though I am supposed to quit, seeing as there aren't going to be any more soon." His nose wrinkled in distaste, it smelled too odd. She noticed the empty dishes. "Are you still hungry?" He shook his head, eyes glued to hers again. He cleared his throat, his cheeks suddenly coloring slightly.

"I apologize for what I said earlier." he said softly. He frowned as her eyes widened in shock.

"Wow, you really must be a Prince." she said with a smile. He snorted, rolling his eyes. "And for the record, I'm sorry I yelled at you. I realized that you must not be used to people doing things for you out of the goodness of their heart."

"This is true." he said, surprised at her insight.

"Then let's just forget it. Watch TV for awhile longer. I need to change that bandage on your shoulder, I'll be right back." He watched her go, his eyes again lingering on that lovely behind.

She returned minutes later and quickly, yet gently, cleaned the still angry-looking wound on his shoulder. To his discomfort (and delight) her chest was right in front of him. Her nipples were standing proudly beneath the material, causing his mouth to water. And the creamy skin that was visible looked tantalizingly soft and smooth.

After applying some sort of gel to the ravaged flesh, she blew on it causing him to jump and his tail to lash. She taped on a clean gauze pad and then excused herself to shower.

"I want to shower." he said before she got even a foot away.

"Well, come on, we have plenty of spare bedrooms and they all have showers, you can take your pick." He rose, holding in a grimace of pain, but she noticed his features tighten anyway. "Or maybe you should hold off on that." she added as she noticed his skin grow a shade whiter.

"No. I'm fine." he snapped. He saw her expression alter again, shifting toward anger. But she controlled it and nodded.

"I'll give you the one next to mine so if you need anything you can just pound on the wall. Not too hard though-" she said with a grin. "If your as strong as Nappa and Radditz were, I'm sure your hand would go right through."

"Their strength cannot be compared to my own. I surpassed them at age five." he said with a frown.

"Really?" Bulma gaped. "That's amazing!" he snuck a quick glance at her and saw her eyes wide in astonishment.

"I was heir to the throne. I had to be the strongest Saiyan in the empire or I would not have been born." at that her features morphed into confusion.

"What?"

"Saiyan birth's were extremely difficult, few females survived them until we acquired the regeneration tanks. They enabled doctors to remove fetus's at an early stage, place them in the tank, and grow until they would be born. While in the tanks they could monitor their ki level and decide what to do with them."

"Yes, Radditz told us that was how Goku ended up on Earth."

"Goku?"

"Radditz called him Kakarotto."

"Of course. I sent Radditz here to find him."

"Oh. You know Goku gave his life to kill him."

"Yes."

"He was my best friend." Vegeta glanced sharply at her and saw her eyes filling with moisture.

"Well if you had been taught that emotional attachments only give your enemy a way to hurt you worse than any physical attack, then you would not have befriended him, and would not miss him now." Vegeta said quietly, finding her tears unnerving.

"That is the most horrible reasoning I have ever heard." she said softly, tears streaming unchecked.

"It's what I was taught, and I'm fine."

"So you keep insisting, but it's so sad. And you would know that if you'd ever had one. Who the hell told you that?" she said, quickly wiping away tears.

"Everyone."

Hot water eased aching muscles. How odd was it to be able to relax all day. It was actually kind of unsettling. He felt the desire for combat, as always. But at the moment he was physically incapable. That galled him. He wished for a regeneration tank. It would speed his recovery by leaps. As it was he had to remain idle for maybe a week while his broken bones knit themselves together.

He had the fiery onna to accompany him, but she was distracting him with desire. He didn't know how long he could resist before he broke down and tried to gain her attention. Gods, but she was beautiful! It was going to be difficult. And even if he did fail in his resolve and she accepted his offer, he was still worried that he might get carried away and inadvertently damage her.

He couldn't do that. She had not been lying when she'd said she only wanted him to live. She really didn't expect any form of payment from him. And at the same time, if the situation were reversed, he would have let her die without a care. He didn't know whether he should mock her for being weak and foolish or respect her. But without a doubt he owed her regardless of what she said. His honor demanded it, as did his pride. To do any less would be shameful.

But now that he thought of it, what could he offer? He could promise that no harm would come to her by his hand, but he wondered if that would be sufficient. He could really promise nothing else. As loathe as he was to admit it, he would not be able to stop those mechanical demons should they decide to rip her limb from limb. He would be powerless to do anything. And he wasn't about to die for her. He wanted to fuck her, not mate her! Not that he could anyway. She was human, and he had no desire to mate anyone. His tail lashed behind him, sending water flying.

He would behave himself. He would accept what she offered and leave as soon as possible. Where he would go, he had no idea. But if he stayed here he would be constantly tempted by her beauty. And after awhile even his iron will would break.

TBC...

Alright! Vegeta's checkin' out the goods! What man can look but not touch forever? MUAHAHAHA! -Kichi 1/9/05