A Soldiers Girl
Chapter: 4
False Protection
Artic-azure hues gazed endlessly at the endless fury of stars that surrounded the night's skies of space. Her breath was soft yet hushed filled with hint of hidden anxiety. Her heart pounded like a drum of war, her fingers curled and uncurled with uneasiness as sweat began to bead upon her tempered flesh. It bean to stream, she could feel it torching every last sensitive nerve she had. Her thoughts strayed towards her long forsaken past---the Saiyans who evaded her planet…promised false protection. They fed from earths goods and savored in the benefits it could gift to there race. Of course there recourses were falling short near the end. With it there race who left back to there home world with the treasures of there treaty that might as well should have been torn and burned.
She pressed her frame to the lavished window of the room, her lips shivered from the emptiness of space. Her artic hues seemed glazed with hate now. They'd be arriving soon to the planet known as Vegeta. A planet renamed after the historical war between to races. One was bound to be the dominant race. On a full moon---nothing can stop these monsters. They'd found that out on earth until the Prince had destroyed it to ensure the protection of there treaty. Until that treaty was out lived and out used. Out dated if you will. It was not until a long slender hand grazed over her waist, to draw her into the warmth of a masculine mans body.
She gasped as cold alien lips grazed the lobe of her sensitive flesh just above the connection to flesh. He knew her physical weakness, "how convenient for him." she thought. As she shuttered in his arms, her hues still remain that deathly color hue. One that would have matched earths artic sea. The bitter biting frost was unnatural for the young women…but sense her uncanny enslavement had taken place; she was a different women entirely. A woman of the age of 30 stuck in the teen body of 16 even though her curves were all set in place and she had everything a woman would have. The youth was a hard reality she'd come to adapt to. It was hard at first, a rocky road with many jagged ends but she'd been able to overcome many obstacles that had befallen her path.
This though was by far the worst. To come to reality with the man she'd sworn her revenge on. A man she swore to hate for all an eternity. Her heart became callused and cold much like the reflection of those deathly colored hues of hers. She bit back a soft moan as lips trailed light bites down the crook of her neck. She felt weak of thought as the murderous monster made love to her with his lips. He was so skilled, his tongue that would dart out on week pressure points, of the gentle nips of his teeth to her sensitive flesh. Yes her body was under his command sense day one of her enslavement by the lizard. The cold hearted monster that inflicted her pain on a daily basis, to remind her that of which she'd robbed from him. She knew as well as Freiza did that he'd always be doomed by his own creed for greed, the conquest of supreme power. This single goal, and wish, that she'd robbed from him that day on earth, when the dragon balls had all been gathered---now that he'd known to be so close he'd spend the rest of his life looking for it. The Prince was no different in his own creed for greed…his own conquest for the same thing Frieza wished for. He was no more different then the lizard himself. The same foe he'd sworn to kill, was the same thing he'd become. How ironic.
"I'm tired…"
"And I am not," his voice was filled with a high-class tone of speech. It came out almost feminism. It was laced with what she could only relate to a snob of high stature on earth, some pampered all there life, given everything they wanted, which in fact he was under the watchful eye of his Lizard king. How it made her sick, "I said I was tired."
"And as I have stated clearly before…I am not."
He began to grow a little rougher with his actions as he began to place pleasure on her wrist enough to watch her reflection flinch to the pain that now coursed through her body. She began to fight now; much like she'd done every night he'd try to persuade her other wise. She'd die before she allowed herself to bed such an animal. Spite the long evergreen locks, and light green completion of his unnaturally smooth flesh. She was unattractive to him. He'd been the reason why earth was annihilated. He could have stopped it…he could have requested it like he'd said he would. Instead he watched with great interest as the large crimson sphere launched its way through the core of the earth…disintegrated it in one whole swallow.
"I would rather be hanged then to sleep with the likes of you!"
She allowed it to come out thick with sarcasm, mockery, and hate. It was enough to send the clear message through that she wasn't interested in his proposal of becoming more then an owner. He'd tried on many occasions to become the Master, but she'd always made it very clear she wanted nothing of his attentions.
"Be very careful Human Female, I may as well sell you in the trade tomorrow, with all those monkeys. Then what? You'd refuse there attentions, they'd tare such a weak female to shreds within minutes."
He was trying to bluff his scare into her, as she pushed herself from his grip she glided towards her private chamber. Her eyes lingered to his evergreen hues long enough to send the message of her call on the bluff. Her lips curled in a satisfied grin as she mouthed off the last part of her words without being spoken, F.R.E.Z.I.A It' didn't take her long to move into her room and close her door. Her back flushed to the metallic door. Her heart was drumming, no pounding into her ears…it triggered a forgotten memory of her past, and it triggered something deep within the depths of her closed heart. It reminded her about the women she once was.
Flashback
That faint beating of her heart never seemed to be so loud then that night in the desert sea of sand. She remembered so clearly now…she was in the middle of an ambush, the long startling minutes of realization that any moment when they were getting ready to be flanked by the enemy. Her ears where throbbing now. She had to think quickly if she wanted to the mission to be a success, she had to think of a way to call which flank the enemy would use. Right…or left…she began to feel the sweat pool over her cammo it felt so hot and humid even at night. She could feel it rolling down like a small river over the oil painted face. She had seconds to react; seconds to make a dissection.
"Cover the Right flank; make sure you got your six covered." Luck…there was no such thing in her book. Calculations and truth of fact from fiction was what she believed in. It was what saved her and her troops the mission. She wasn't playing simulation anymore…this was one hundred percent real. And the life of her troops where in her hands. They were her responsibility.
End of Flashback
She was fazed out of her memory by the ships main speakers. She gazed up at it, as if she was coming back to the reality of now. She placed her hand above her heart---it was calm now, steady like it should be.
"We will be docking in 2 minutes; be ready to dock."
She was wearing what every slave wore, although the colors vary with the status of the owner. Hers was black---laced with a white gold appearance. The material she had no guessed where its original origins was from but she could compare it to silk although it seemed softer and more fragile all the same. The top was simple much like that related to an earths bikini top, the right side decorated with that of the symbol of Freiza; The emblem was embroider in white gold or a recourse close to it. It was a star---long shaped with an oval around it a crown lay over it showing just a part of the star. Its significance she didn't know. Nor did she particularly care. The bottom was like a bikini button but it had a fabric on top, that only covered her front and back, although the material was see through she'd guess it was for decoration only. Her long creamy legs were exposed much like the flesh of her stomach which over the years she'd been able to work out enough to get a washboard six pack. Her breast pressed up by the fabric to expose parts of there creamy wealth. Think of the Princess in the gold bikini in Star Wars.
Then there was her hair, for most slaves there hair was commanded to be up at all times unless in the arms of there masters or the security of there owners it was to be held down for intimacy or personal comfort. Hers however was treasured. Even by the tyrant himself, her long azure locks of blue sapphire gold was adored by her captors. She was to keep it how she'd preferred it, for the most part she kept had kept it braided only a few stray curls were captured out of it's hold as it framed her well constructed face. For her imprisoned age her hair still grew, her body still matured in its own strange way but her face, which resembled a stone cold completion never did change. She hated being young forever---for she could never grow old and die, or experience the things women did that she could not. She felt alone at times…she felt like she wanted comfort but the only comfort this ship would offer her was the warmth of a mans bed, which she did not want.
"Ouch!"
She tumbled a little, the ship had finally landed, when she had opened to door she'd expected to see Zarbon there waiting for her. Much to her dismay he'd left to what she'd figure the main station area where Freiza was. She sneered at how that man worshiped that evil lizard. They were perfect for each other, at times she swore Freiza jealous because of her close range of Zarbon's unwanted attentions he gave her. It made her pride herself a little knowing she could get under the Lizards skin even if only a fraction. It was an achievement. She always toyed with the idea; at times she acted out public affection for Zarbon just to test the Lizards limitations. Although there were false affections Zarbon being the moron he was always thought them sincere.
She opened the main hatch and began to make her way to the docking hold. This would be the perfect plan of escaping his over protectiveness over her. How she hated how he made her stay at his sides at all times when docking on a foreign planet, how he made sure he'd warn off anyone who'd think differently of his ownership of her. She moved now…down the ramp with other slaves as she glanced back to see a few of the elite guards watching as the slaves moved forward.
"These are a gift to you my king."
Bulma paused now, gift? King? Uh-oh. She glanced up to see…my god he'd changed only slightly over the years. Deeper definition, a lot more build to him. He seemed almost as fearsome as the Lizard did. She began to panic because she knew she was in for it now…if only she could weasel her way back up to the ramp where other slaves were coming out. This was going to be tricky. She embarked on her mission…only to succeed in being pulled down by the massive swarms of slaves pooling out for the holding bay bellow.
"I don't care for gifts, if I wanted gifts I'd get them myself. I wish to discuss business."
"Yes Milord, the Lord will be down in a few moments he's just finishing last minute changes with his crew."
"Very well then."
She watched as a woman beside him rocked a baby, her features so dark and untamed much like Vegeta's. She was a very tall slim women and very exotic even for a Saiyan. Her hair was spiked but long almost down to her mid back like Bulma's. She felt it then, something twinge in her heart as she began to once again try to battle her way up the ramp only to be knocked down and tossed up to her feet again.
She looked back now and the King and his Queen was gone. How wonderful that woman must feel to be the Queen of Vegeta, the Queen who stands by such a proud important man. Bulma then refreshed her thoughts, she had to consider a way to get in and revenge her betrayal. That man used her; he used her and abused her. A shwam bam thank you ma'am type deal. She pushed forward now hoping she didn't draw to much attention, the color of her uniform was too noticeable. If she was caught….
She shifted uneasy in her new adorn slave ware, it was almost the exact same thing just a different color and a different emblem. Monkey see monkey do, she though as she was adorn in a royal blue, the white outlines stood out but the color seemed so much closer to her hair color just a few colors darker.
"Oh yes, the king will defiantly find you to his likings."
"What?"
"Oh my speaking so bluntly…hmm guesses we may have to train you on the rules of this Planet. Slaves do not speak unless told other wise. I suggest you follow the laws of this planet."
"Look I think there has been a terrible mistake."
She watched as the man finished his touch ups to her wardrobe; he eyed her once in warning before he took a step back. She watched him as he clapped his hands to praise his own words. Her eyes tilted---that angry tilt when she was ferrous.
"I am owned by Lord Zarbon, I was mistakenly placed with the other slaves. I'm warning you he'll be utterly ferrous with you if you do not return me this instant.
"So you prefer to warm the bed of a green monster, who's as evil as that Lizard then that of a Kings bed. Even so I don't have that authority to return you---so the elite guards of this planet have choice you as his lord herm with a few other well atoned females. We will present you in the 'marrow when the treaty in finished and signed tonight."
"He's married!"
"Mated is the word you're looking for and, no. The king said he will provide a Prince to his thrown but by no means will he bond. She is simply head concubine of the rest of the females. That is all…now you will present yourself tomorrow evening in his lordships chambers."
"If I say I'll kick and bite and lash out ever way I can…what then?"
"Your not ours to deal with---the King will decipher the means of your punishment but a fair warning most don't live to see the end of there punishment. It's crucial if you wish to live to abided the laws…"
"OPEN THIS DOOR AT ONCE!"
She new that voice, thank kami that stupid loser finally showed up. She breathed a sigh of relief as the doors were slammed open with a very angry green man. She almost laughed at his ugly state of his ogre half. He marched in and snatched her off the small station where she'd been sized for her wardrobe. He growled at it and snarled at the cowering man.
"Are you doing this to test my patient's female?"
"No there was just a mix up…I tried to explain this but know one cares to hear what a slave has to say."
"All this for a mere woman Zarbon…here I thought that you were more of a man then one wooed by the likes of some alien female."
He was leaning on the side of the two framed door, his onyx hues locked onto Zarbon's as the king made his way down towards the commotion. Bulma had been blocked by both men, and before Vegeta could look at her he drew his arms around Zarbon's neck in distaste.
"You know my laws, mistake or not---she wares my colors of my house."
"You just like the fact that you have something I want."
"You would be correct."
"What the hell is this some kind of debate…fuck you and your acclaim on me Zarbon and fuck you for thinking I give a damn about your stupid crown and your stupid laws Vegeta, as far as I'm concern you a backstabbing race can kiss my ass."
That got his attention, because his onyx orbs of death raped her eyes of anything she'd wished for. Like stealing her life within the single glance similar to that of a wolfs gaze. Capturing her soul with that one death defying glare, he glanced at her through for the first time realizing his eyes trailed down her body her long azure locks the hung free over her shoulder down to her mid back, curling ever so tenderly near the ends. When his gloved hand gripped her chin she felt her heart sink…she remember her words in the back of her mind that he'd told her all those years back in his office. She choked on the air stuffed in the button of her throat.
"You look oddly familiar girl, speak up."
Did he remember her, after all these years…what had it been a decade now, was it more then lust between them. A woman to ravish on the planet he obtained by his fathers rights. She shivered under his gloved hand, his uniform so different now, that deep rich royal blue spandex, and that white shielded breast plate and golden tip boots. What made her more uneasy was the crown above his head and the long flowing crimson blood cape that draped his well framed masculine frame.
"I've never seen you before!"
"Bulma, what is this! You treacherous wench how much have you told him!"
"Bulma?" He said her name with a smirk dismising anything Zarbon had just said. Hehad thatgloating grin as he drew in his hand through her long azure locks. He took in her sent as his nosetrailed along her neck. He was startled at how much it related to the earth human he'd been with for a short time he'd trained with technology there. He thought her Bulma Briefs daughter---she was so young maybe looked much like the time they had ran into each other during that Desert Storm war he helped in. Her sent though it would be almost imposable for a human or any race to genetically pass down the same sent. It was that exotic lavender sent hinted with a sweet spice he couldn't name it waswhat drove him to hiscrave for her the first time they had came to contact with eachother. Was this why his men chose her? Because she looked so much like that women who'd served in his technology support section of his army.
"Who are you girl."
Authors Review: Well I didn't get as many Reviews as I'd like but I have adoring fans and I thank each and everyone of you for your Reviews, each of them meant a great deal and inspires me to keep this story alive. I loved them all and I hope that this chapter explained a little bit more about both Vegeta's and Zarbon's betrayal.
