So sorry for my long time delay! Crazy things happen to crazy people. And fires seem so easily doused by water.
Slowly she walked into the small room she shared with nine other women. Her knees creaked as they bent, protesting their use after being broken, then healed and unused for so long.
Slowly she lifted her hand and pushed open the door that blocked her from her room.
Shrill cries were heard as the women dived for the floor in an attempt to show respect for their whole and mighty prince, who just happened to not be at the door.
She walked to her bed slowly, ignoring the cowering females around her. Carelessly she flung their cloths from her bed, which had been used as a storage box, onto the floor, and rolled onto the hard board she was to always sleep on.
The other slaves sat back on their own bed, beterate her for the untimely and impetuous arrival as one closed the door that she had left wide open.
Annoying questions were asked of her absence, but she simply ignored them.
She curled into a ball on her bed, covering her face with her blue hair. One slender finger twisted slowly around a lock of her blue hair in confusion.
Who was that presence she always felt, whether she was sleeping or waking?
Who was it that always came to her?
He was most certainly the same presence that saved her life from the sayajins. He was also the one who brought her to the healing tanks.
She knew him so well, because, she knew him before. When she was a baby, she could remember his dark eyes, like lifeless pits unable to be filled. He was always so black, and she couldn't put a face to the eyes.
And yet, with all the cold listless feeling in his eyes, she remembers the joy. The joy he directed to her always when she was sad.
A high-pitched voice broke her thoughts, and with only his memory in her mind, she slowly drifted off to sleep.
His majesty's rage flew unchecked this morning, ignited from all his subjects being fools to even the slave women not able to do what they were supposed to do.
He zapped one of the attendants to relive his mood, but only one person could help him.
He rose to his feet in such a haste that three people fell over in shock. He zapped them also, for their stupidity.
He stomped from the throne room, the metal on his boots clicking loudly on the marble floor as he strode from the room.
As soon as he left the company of idiots on the throne room, he jumped to his feet and flew for the slave's quarters.
He busted into room b201, slamming the door against the wall and breaking the hinges. His aura burned brightly around his slight body.
The slave girls scream in terror and toppled off their beds onto the floor, with their nose touching in respect for their prince.
Only one stayed abed. That one was the one he wanted. He walked over to the bed with the sleeping woman.
Gently he pushed her shoulder onto the bed so she was lying on her back. Her bright hair gleam much as his aura did as it drifted around her face.
Ever so softly did he touch those pink lips he yearned so to kiss. Sweet visions of suckling her body as she moaned in pleasure under him crossed his mind, and his second member followed his thoughts.
As the realization of his position dawned on him, he shook the sleeping figure hard and pulled back smugly as her body jerked awake and up.
"Come." He turned and walked for the door, passing the line of still bowed women.
Behind him her naked body jumped from her bed and jerked something over her head in an effort to dress quickly enough not to anger the prince.
She snatched a kerchief from the floor and followed him quickly out the broken doorway, tying her hair up.
"GET TO WORK!!!" Came the bellowed voice from the hallway, and the women all jumped forward to pull cloths on their person in hopes that they might not further anger their prince.
Slowly the chosen slave woman followed behind the sullen prince, noticing as she went that her dress was much too small, as it tightly constricted her breasts, waist, and hips. The hem of the dress barely covered her bare bottom.
The oblivious prince was not all unaware of her small clothing and close proximity. He defiantly noticed that the white dress pressed tightly against her chest, and as she walked he could see a moist dark spot between her legs.
They entered the throne room, wich was completely empty of all living, and was only filled with the dead.
As they neared the throne itself, she stopped in respect for her position and prince.
The prince felt a sense of loss as the slave stood at a distance from him, but was completely satisfied with her response to his authority.
He sat on his throne and looked around the room, waiting for any type of response from her. The minutes lengthened until he became impatient.
"Clean this mess." Slowly she turned and walked to one side of the wide room to a barely noticeable door. Her bare feet padded softly on the floor, but the sound produced was enough to deafen a man. Cautiously she tried to stop the noise made from her walking.
She fetched two large buckets, one full of water and the other empty, a scrubbing brush and a sweeping brush.
She stopped at the pile of ash nearest her, which also happened to be the one right next to the prince.
She dropped the materials on the floor and bent down and began scooping up the pile with her hands, only using the sweeping brush when she need to brush the leftover sips into a pile.
The prince watched her work in the small spaghetti strapped white dress as it squeezed her tiny perfect breast much as like he wanted to pinch them viciously between his fingertips.
She worked in silent disregard of the prince's gaze.
Slowly her work brought her around facing away from the prince as she scrubbed hard the floor with the soapy bristled brush.
The sight of her pert bottom giving way to the luscious juicy fruit stole over the prince's consciousness. Slowly he stood.
As he walked towards her, the vision of the forbidden fruit disappeared when she stood, her dress completely wet and transparent.
The wide hips stood out in contrast of her small waist. His thoughts turned to how very well her hips would open to fit and accept his manhood inside of her.
He stopped less than a foot behind her and grunted in such a way that she knew she was supposed to turn to face him. The sudden proximity of him causes her to catch her breath in between her lips and slowly release them through her teeth.
He ran his fingers over her wet nipples and watched as the flesh under his fingers turned dark and hard. He ripped the kerchief from her hair and stared at the cerulean cascade.
Suddenly the dark prince dropped to his knees before her and took her right nipple into his mouth and sucked the water out of the fabric. His arms encircled her waist and pulled her pelvic roughly into his chest.
The terror stricken slave could only moan as he rolled the tip of her nipple in between her teeth. Controlled by his need of her, he pulled her body quickly down to match his and slammed his lips against her, cutting his teeth into her lips and tasting her blood.
He pushed her down onto his back and lifted her dress as his face neared the sweet nectar that so enticed him. A peculiar scent reaching his nostrils cause him to let go of her and wrench away from her at a violent pace, leaving her breathless and aching on the floor.
She was a virgin. Duh she is a virgin. She is really only a child, missing four years from his twenty. But the thought of such a beautiful child such as her, being a slave for all her life, retaining her purity, was a slap for the saiyajin. For saiyajins do not take the innocence of a child. And he will retain his honor.
The woman lay silent on the floor as he stared at her with a mixture of disgust and, oddly enough, betrayal.
"Get away from me! Send one of the other slaves to me, and damnit woman, get DRESSED!!!" She bolted towards the door, slipping on her wet feet numerous times.
The fuming prince walked to his throne to wait for the hapless slave woman who was to become the focal point of his rage.
The blue haired slave was amazed at her lucky escape from the dark prince. She had heard many disturbing stories about the women that entered his night room, and some of them didn't leave.
She ran into her disserted room and pulled on a dress that actually fit and went to find another woman to take her place at the prince's side.
Suddenly she stopped. "Why did I think that?" She wondered. "Oh Bulma you silly girl, you don't even have a place at the prince's side." But for the rest of the day, her mind never really strayed form that thought.
Vegeta paced around his sleep room thinking of the woman. Another slave had come in to take her place at cleaning the throne room, but she was far to ugly to do much for him.
Suddenly he stopped at the window. He stared out through the glass at the stars in the dark sky.
'Even the stars don't shine as bright as her eyes do when she smiles,' He thought. 'Such long hair, seeming so dark above her pale skin.'
Visions of his dark, calloused hands covering that perfect white skin clouded his mind. And he kissed her pink lips as those hands traveled down her body. Slowly he entered one finger in the velvety depths as she gasped in delight.
Her blue hair fanned out around her face across the black pillowcase, and her lips parted with every feathered breath.
He removed his hand from her, and the shock of her loss filled her eyes. But he only wanted to participate in her end.
Slowly he pulled his body back and thrust his penis forward to the warm depth.
A tap sounded on the door and knocked him out of his revere. He looked down at himself, and noticed the bulge of his rock hard manhood stretching the spandex.
Irritably he hid it away and pushed his excited tail away from his face. Striding across the room, he threw open the door so hard the doorknob hit the wall with a crunch.
Standing in the doorway was a tall blue alien woman in a dark green fur dress.
Seductively she stepped in the door. "Oh dear Prince, I can see that you are just as distracted here as you were over the ICE. My poor sweet baby, come with me to your bed and lets see just how much better I can make you feel."
She led him to the bed and stripped until she was in only a very thin, red g-string. Her large blue breasts were sitting on her chest, with the white nipples poking out to his face.
The seated prince jumped forward at her and bit the soft white flesh around her nipple until she bled. She bit her lip to hold back a cry.
Her long blue fingers pried his head away from her chest so that she could see his face. The look of fury in his eyes shocked her, and she pulled away from him.
He smirked up at her then stood and levitated slowly until he was looking at her face.
He laughed out loud and spoke. "Woman, like you could ever do anything for me. Not after how close I was to perfection."
Being his favourite whore, and a good friend, he had stung her hard. Scrambling into her clothes and out the door, she wondered just who his perfection was to be.
Just at that moment, the prince's perfection was scrubbing a very large sinkful of saiyajin dishes, which happened to be very big, but very empty. Another woman, a slight friend of hers, stood beside her rinsing the washed dishes and handing them to yet another woman who dried them and stacked them in a pile by the sink.
The blue haired slave slid slowly out of her surroundings and into her dreams, where a strong muscular man stood facing a dark little boy. Neither could push the other far from her mind.
Slowly she ran her fingers down the side of both their cheeks, and noticed the same softness of skin, and blackness of hair. Both man and boy turned to face her, and as she looked both in the eye, she saw the same dark ebony eyes. But she didn't understand why.
How could the two people who are always around her, be the same person? How could the loving dark little boy be the same as the dark cold prince that rules her very existence?
They couldn't be the same, because that dark little boy still came to her sometimes at night, when she had trouble falling asleep, as if he knew always what she was thinking or feeling. But they had to be one, because she can see it in their eyes.
The woman beside her jerked her out of her thoughts and back into the present, where another pile of dirty dishes was piling up beside her as the hour two lunch was adjourned.
That night she decided to stay awake waiting for her little friend to come. But he never came to her, and she spent most of her night staying up pacing around the room. Sleep was little come that night, as it was for many nights after.
But little did the sleepless woman know, the small dark boy, and the small dark prince visited her every night that she stayed awake. Side by side they stood until she slept, and merged as one, and left her with a kiss of ice on her lips.