Recap: In the last chapter, Vegeta and Bulma returned to the base in Saiyan City. There, Vegeta learned that Raditz had liberated young Gohan from Goku as further leverage in their efforts to bring Goku onto their team. Vegeta took it upon himself to train Gohan while Bulma watched - leashed and displeased by the events. Feeling frustrated with the outcome of his plans, Raditz made an example of Oolong for lying to him and he was slain in cold blood.
Previously…
"You mistook me. I am not a gentle man, who feels and cares like my pathetic younger brother. I'm a killer; I should be feared as such." Raditz ground out coldly, watching the fear fade from their faces, and turn into resentment. Good, just how I like them. Raditz mused.
"Now hurry, before the meat grows cold." Raditz chuckled, and turned away from the scene, stepping into the shadows where no one had to see his hideous face.
The sickly sweet scent of roasted boar filled the air as Suno and Panchy watched over the spit that two slave men were turning, their filth covered biceps flexing as they flinched away from the smoke. Hasky squatted and stirred the coals with a stick to make sure that the fire was nice and hot as Suno used a brush to glaze any dry areas with oil. The lard melting off his body was enough to glaze the crackling skin, and though she hated to admit it, her stomach was growling from the delectable smell coming off of Oolong's body.
Tears filled her large amber eyes as she dipped the brush back into the bowl and coated the creases of his split open belly with oil where he had been gutted. Her hunger quickly turned to revulsion and she dropped the bowl, running away from the spit to fall to the ground and release the bile that had been building up in her stomach. His body was so fat and dense that it might even take another hour or two to be sure all the meat was fully cooked. She heaved in agonizing bursts until her stomach could empty no more, only stopping between heaves to cry and wipe vomit from her mouth.
"Oh, dear. It's alright, sweetie. Let's get you freshened up before Master Raditz comes back!" Panchy worried, nudging Suno's shoulders. Suno sniffled and got to her feet with the help of the blonde, still shaking from the experience. She took her hand and gratefully followed Panchy indoors, the tears falling down her face even faster as the other woman stroked her back and whispered words of comfort to her.
"Shh, honey! We hafta try to be quiet. Let's go into the bathroom to clean you up, the others are in the kitchen right now." Panchy whispered, putting on a smile to ease Suno. The redhead nodded with a shudder and they went into the bathroom off the dining area of the club house.
Water sputtered out of the faucet as Suno leaned down to wash her face and mouth with warm water, Panchy holding her long, silky scarlet hair back as she did so. Glancing at herself in the mirror, Panchy Briefs frowned. What had happened was a large wake-up call for the residents of the Saiyan's den, and the horror still showed on her powdered and blushed face. Panchy looked away from her pitiful reflection, a woman her age looked silly wearing such a slutty getup.
Suno seemed more suited to the sheer pink negligee Panchy wore with a tiny black thong and bikini top. Once the girl's mouth was adequately rinsed out and no longer tasting of acid, Suno was able to look at herself in the mirror and Panchy standing behind her. Her young, pale face was white as a sheet, and her amber eyes wide with fear as she gripped the sink for balance.
"I'm sorry about this, Bunny... You didn't have to help me get cleaned up."
"It's ok, darling. It's only natural that what happened made you feel sick. Poor Oolong..."
"I just don't understand! I thought… I thought that Raditz was rescuing me from something else. I didn't know he was the bad guy." She whispered, trembling as she confronted this new revelation.
Panchy tilted her head in confusion and took a communal hair brush off the side of the sink and began raking it gently through Suno's hair to comfort her.
"What do you mean, honey? Nappa and Raditz took me. I saw everything, they blew up my house and killed my husband!" She whispered sharply in disbelief, yet attempted to seem sympathetic for Suno. To confuse her captor for a liberator, that was certainly odd.
"I believe you… now. Then, it didn't make sense. The day when Jingle Village was attacked, there was a blizzard and all we saw was something like red fireworks raining from the sky! Eighter tried to fend off the blasts, but in the end he… died protecting me." She sniffled for her lost lover, who had fought bravely for her village's sake and hers, sacrificing himself in the end.
"It wasn't until Raditz pulled me from the rubble and saved me that I was convinced he was my hero. Boy, was I wrong!" She exclaimed, and Panchy nodded, understanding now how Suno could think perhaps that Raditz was rescuing her, especially since she had never seen the person attacking her village.
"When I came to, I was laying by a warm fire and he was rubbing circulation into my legs that had almost succumbed to hypothermia in the cold. He fed me some kind of hot, tender meat and salty red broth, and explained everything to me. He said that Planet Earth was under the threat of attack by his own Master. He was taking me somewhere safe where we could repopulate the planet to form a new society…That's why when Nappa said he would put a baby in me, I was so happy. I thought that there was hope for the world!" Suno recounted the tale through gasps and sobs, the look of horror in her eyes not leaving as she slowly realized that everything she had been fed had been a lie.
"Oh dear… Oh dear, I'm so sorry…" Panchy sighed softly, setting down the hairbrush to hold the crying girl in her arms. She was too young and naïve for this convoluted world, too innocent for the things that had been done to her body.
"And… after all that, I wanted Raditz, too. I wanted him to…to love me in ways that I know now he is not capable of. He is only capable of destruction. I hate him!" Suno screamed, and placed both hands onto her stomach, attempting to push anything that had seeded itself inside of her womb out violently with the heels of her hands.
Panchy attempted to stop her, but her own hands were trembling and the shock that Suno was experiencing was giving her a massive rush of adrenaline, enough to sink her hands in deep and cause great internal damage.
"Stop that now! Oh, dear! Help!" Panchy cried out, not knowing why she cried for help, it's not as if any of the saiyans there had a single shred of decency… Besides, maybe Mister Nappa.
"Help, Mister Nappa!" Panchy cried out for her Master, knowing well the gentle side that he only showered her with behind closed doors. Surely he wouldn't want Suno to abort any potential progeny he had sired?
…
Across the house, Nappa was almost done with his duty of the day. Now that the hole in the wall was nearly bricked in, it was just a matter of placing a couple more bricks and cleaning up the mess afterwards. He'd heard a bunch of commotion earlier, and had come out to witness the results of Raditz's outburst. Vegeta was angry with Raditz for killing one of the guards, until hearing his explanation why. After a short discussion, he had left wordlessly; it was assumed that they had an understanding. Nappa shrugged off the incident and returned to guard duty, only feeling anxious to eat a delicious roasted boar.
He had been standing guard when he heard one of his slaves cry out for help, and ignored it. It wasn't often, if ever someone cried his name out of anything but anger or fear. To cry out to him for aid? That was unheard of if not in the midst of battle. Nappa stuck his pinky in his big ear and wiggled it, flinging out a ball of wax to make it easier to hear the teensy little shout coming from across the building. Is that Bunny? He wondered, then shook the thought out of his mind, attempting to conceal his concern. He was interrupted by Hercule tapping on his leg, chuckling nervously like he often did.
"What? Did I tell you to stop working?" Nappa snapped, turning to face Hercule, who was equally as sweaty and looked rather anxious.
"W-Well, no… But I asked Goro and Kaito to finish up the bricklaying. We've only got a couple left, Sir Nappa.. Sir." He stuttered, poking his index fingers together in a bashful way. Nappa growled and slapped Hercule upside the head with his tail, snapping him out of his bashful demeanor and making him angry almost on cue.
Hercule growled and showed his teeth almost just like a saiyan, and Nappa had to laugh at that.
"Alright, 'Champ.' What's got you distracted that's more important than your orders?"
Hercule attempted to calm himself down, unclenching his fists as he appealed to his upper.
"I keep hearing a lady crying, Sir. She's saying your name. Maybe… you should go investigate it?" He said carefully, knowing that the Saiyans seemed anything but sympathetic to their slaves. But the woman crying was the one Nappa seemed to coddle and spend the most time in his private quarters with, so Hercule thought maybe Panchy was someone special to him.
Nappa took in what Hercule said and nodded, glancing over to see Vegeta was still engrossed with training Gohan. The half-breed looked rather worse for wear at this point, which was only making the prince push him harder to complete his katas.
"I can… Stand guard here, Sir." Hercule said softly, yet sternly as he noticed how Nappa seemed hesitant to leave his post.
The large Saiyan turned back to examine him, narrowing his dark eyes suspiciously.
"What's in it for you?"
"Well… Nothing, I guess. I just can tell you want to go to her."
"Shut up!" Nappa hissed, covering Hercule's mouth with one large hand.
"Say another word and you're dead! I'll be right back. Don't leave this post, or else."
Hercule nodded enthusiastically, gasping for his breath once Nappa took his hand away and flew off towards the sound. He placed his hands on his hips and made a decisive sound, with certainty in his mind that whatever it was would be resolved.
"Alright, you two. Let's finish up this job so we can all get a bite to eat. That boar smells delicious and I'm starving!"
"Right away, Mr. Satan!" The two slaves echoed, seeming more enthusiastic to work for a fellow Earthling rather than the cruel Saiyans that whipped them.
…
Once Bulma had woken from her nap, it was clear that she had been sleeping for some time by the setting sun and the heavy feeling in her limbs. As she stirred awake, she was met by the sound of a child's crying and looked towards Gohan and Vegeta. The Prince was standing before the child looking royally annoyed, his arms crossed as he curled his lip and his tail lashed in anger.
Gohan had fallen onto his side and was sobbing hysterically, his body having given out from the long and tedious two hour long training; in which Vegeta had sparred with him and spent no effort to avoid maiming the boy. Granted, he had been hitting at minimal strength and still beat the piss out of the inexperienced five year old. Blinking her eyes wearily, Bulma frowned at the sight but hesitated to interrupt, interested in seeing how her master handled the situation.
"Woman. He's your responsibility, now. I've had enough of this incessant blatting!" Vegeta snapped, then came over and detached her leash from the pole. Bulma stumbled onto her feet and struggled to resist his pulling on her, grabbing the nearest thing in reach to stabilize herself. Vegeta scoffed as the slave woman clung around his arm in some type of sleep induced daze, her eyes barely open.
"Tch! Wake up!" He seethed, shaking her off of his arm. Bulma regained her senses at last, with anger upon realizing the way Vegeta regarded her and the boy as if they were nothing but a nuisance.
Anger bubbled up inside her and blue embers burned in her eyes as they glared into Vegeta's dark, bottomless pits. The longer she looked into his eyes, the more she thought she could see a flicker of something deep within their abysmal obsidian depths. Maybe she could get that flicker to a flame if she pushed just a little…
"Why do you have to be so mean to him? How will he learn anything this way?!" She snapped, the lead attached to the O ring over her sternum growing taut as Vegeta's fist clenched tighter around it. Vegeta's glare cut into hers, staring down the blue eyed banshee as she snapped at him. Vegeta smirked and pulled her in a little closer, enjoying her feisty attitude.
"The boy hasn't received a shred of real discipline in his short life, hence the outpouring of tears. Look at him, Slave woman. Those are only superficial wounds on him. They will heal in no time. That is due to his Saiyan lineage ‐ half, at that."
Bulma furrowed her brows at him in disbelief, then turned her gaze onto Gohan, who had stopped crying to listen to their conversation curiously, sucking on his bloody knuckles intently. Vegeta chuckled and leaned nearer to her so that his nose tickled the sensitive skin on her throat, a hot breath blazing onto her and causing her to shudder.
"You're wrong. Look how his knuckles are bleeding!" She gasped, turning back to him without realizing they would be nose to nose with the action. Bulma scrambled to get back but her leash was wrapped around this fist to the very limit, rendering her captured. He placed his gloved hand on her chin and turned her face back forcefully to look at the puzzled child, who was still fervently sucking on his knuckles as if they were a comforting stimulus.
"Look closer. His bloody fists are raw from the fight - his delicate skin has never been utilized in such a way. He's nursing away greedily at his own blood because he enjoys the savory taste, like a true Saiyan. Gohan has it inside of him to become a vicious, bloodthirsty Saiyan… and he will, with our assistance."
Bulma's eyes widened as she stared at Gohan, then back to Vegeta. 'A vicious, bloodthirsty Saiyan..' His words repeated in her head, taking her back to her question of whether or not Vegeta was aroused by violence. She gulped and examined his face, how his tongue swept across his lower lip and his fangs bit into the plush red flesh, up to his pointed nose with flared nostrils taking in every drop of her sweat, to his dark, fixed eyes which were latched onto the racing pulse of her carotid artery that he could see with his eyes alone, and hear with his hypersensitive ears.
She didn't know what came over her at that moment, or why, but Bulma noticed his finger on her chin and was able to easily take it into her mouth and bite down on it. It was this that finally snapped him out of his haze only to become transfixed again, solely on the finger inside her mouth. Bulma bit down hard until she felt her teeth hit the resistance of bone, and ground them there. She and the Saiyan Prince froze in that position for an unknown amount of time, the only motion from them being his tail twitching curiously due to her odd action.
Bulma saw Vegeta gulp hard and his mouth fall open as her teeth detached and she licked the indentations of her teeth with her tongue through his glove, which was salty with sweat and traces of blood. Though disgust sent shivers down her spine from the flavor, she sucked in the fabric and smiled at his enthusiastic reaction, which was a barely noticeable tremble. Before she could stop him, two of his fingers were down her throat and his thumb was gripping her chin to hold her in place as he neared closer, and Vegeta released her leash to place a hand over her lower back and press her groin against his, holding her hostage there as if to silently show her what she was doing to him. Her face flushed as she felt his hardness against her harness, resulting in a pleasurable pulsing between her thighs.
Bulma held her breath and her eyes darted over to Gohan, who was still staring - now with a look of confusion.
"Look at me, Earthling whore." Vegeta snarled, and her eyes moved back to glare at him, that blue flame he loved to watch erupting in anger once again.
"Do you know what you're doing…? Yes. Of course you do." He whispered, answering his own question. Bulma gulped as his fingers tickled her throat and made her almost gag on them, becoming uncomfortable in his hold, melting under the heat of his penetrative gaze.
"You will learn not to bite the hand that feeds you. Once you do, perhaps then I'll play your little lust games. First, I want to take you up on that tempting offer from before, for you to be my little ventriloquist doll…"
Her eyes widened but she couldn't reply as Vegeta laid out his plan, if her mouth weren't already occupied a devious grin would've been on her own face for how easy it was to lure the Prince into her little trap.
Blue Launch squealed as Raditz pushed her legs behind her head and fucked her into the bed. It was she who found him, placated his rage with her gentle ways and spread her legs as a peace offering to the Saiyan. Well, first it was the blonde who got up in his face and screamed at him for what he'd done, but that only served to turn him on more. His lust had already been sparked by the slaughter of the pig, and now it was further extended by the mouthy little harlequin slave he had the pleasure of stuffing to the brim whenever he felt the urge to.
She cried out through a red ball gag coated with drool, her large violet eyes rolling back as the Saiyan's cock plunged her plush interior with the strong ridge of its head, shoveling out her creamy fluids only to push them back inside as his anatomy had evolved to effectively remove the semen of previous men to replace it with his own. Raditz shuddered as he bottomed out inside her and let his weight fall on her hips, bowing in her cervix as precum leaked out into her trembling womb. The pulsations of her orgasm served to milk his organ and encourage fertilization, her willing body trembling beneath him. Raditz ground against her clit with deep, slow thrusts, his dark eyes taking in her sensual body and every expression crossing her face as she closed her eyes and indulged in the experience as a well trained bed slave should.
Launch crossed her ankles behind his neck and used her legs to help facilitate a pleasant rocking sensation, stroking his face with both hands and letting him take her fingers in his mouth and nibble them with his fangs until hairline streams of her blood filled his mouth, and a crimson flush blossomed across his face, red flashing across his eyes as the blood taste only added to his own experience. Launch knew this, she knew her Saiyan was aroused by the blood taste and her total, utter submission. Her curly blue locks floated above her head as he dragged her across the bed until he was standing, holding her in place by her plump, porcelain white bottom.
Launch moaned through the ball gag as Raditz nuzzled her throat and began increasing his pace, creating a wet slapping sound between them as his overencumbered scrotum hit her bottom with each brisk movement in a mission to unload that burden inside of her welcoming body. He indulged in Launch's warm body, so soft and wet with her dripping fluids running down his powerful legs. This encounter was oddly different from their previous, it was as if they were making love, making a child together, and Launch sighed with her ardor as he showered her with the attention she had always craved. Finally, he was going to give her what she deserved, her and not Hasky, not Chi-Chi. She moaned in satisfaction and curled her toes, flexing her walls around him as tight as they could go.
Mine. My master.
Raditz grunted as Launch's body was attempting to suck him in, pulsating quicker and quicker in response to her fanciful thoughts of love and pregnancy. He gripped her bottom and reached deep, closing his eyes and enjoying the images of Chi-Chi in his mind as his orgasm broke free and rivers of his cum flooded Launch's pussy and filled her entirely, until she felt a swelling inflating her petite abdomen. She was utterly stuffed by his semen, which kept pumping out with each jerk and jolt of his hips.
Then, suddenly he dropped her body entirely and an unfamiliar look passed over his face as he stared down at what he had done in silence. Launch wanted to question him but she was unable to as she quivered on the floor, pulsing out embarrassing amounts of his cum. Raditz left, then came back and began wiping her down with a warm, wet towel, then removed the ball gag attached to the leather by symmetrical silver hearts.
"Good girl, Launch. Get yourself dressed." He purred, capturing a drop of her saliva with his finger and sucking it into his mouth. Launch blushed and nodded obediently, though she could not stand at the moment with her legs feeling like jello. Raditz helped her up, then walked back into the bathroom to wipe himself down with a clean towel. He should've had the girl do this, but she had already been spoiled enough. What was wrong with him? This wasn't the way to treat a slave, as if she were a beloved girlfriend. Why was he practicing being gentle on a woman?
Raditz shook his head and turned back to fetch a pair of clean spandex shorts from his dresser, ignoring the girl who was now dressed and cleaning the results of sex off the waterproof, leather covered bed. He needed to get out of this place, it was so fully saturated with the scent of sex that he could lose entire days satisfying his lust thanks to it. Lust, or instinct? Raditz wondered, glancing towards Launch. She noticed him and smiled happily, and a hardened part of his heart couldn't help but soften for the girl. She was naïve. Foolishly kind, and so giving to him that she never asked for anything. He should feel guilty for using her like this but he didn't. He never did.
"Master Raditz…?" She questioned, having finished her cleaning and noticing his eyes on her.
"Did you need anything else from me? I could clean you, but it looks like you already did it yourself?" She asked sweetly, with a warm smile. Does she have a cruel bone in her body? Raditz mused, towering over her like a sentinel carven from stone.
"Actually, Launch… There is something you can do. Go to Chi-Chi's room and give her this." He purred, and picked his dirty spandex shorts up off of the floor.
The blue haired woman blinked slowly, taking in the item and his words.
"...Why would I bring this to Chi-Chi's room?"
Raditz smirked, then pulled the entire hamper of his dirty laundry mixed with Launch and Hasky's.
"You want her to do our laundry? But I wash our laundry." The girl uttered in confusion, pointing at herself as if Raditz didn't understand.
"Did I stutter? Take it to her. Oh… and don't forget this.." He purred deviously, picking up the cum soaked towels that Launch had used to clean herself, the floor and the bedding. Her pretty pink mouth hung open in surprise.
"Y-Yes Master Raditz… I'll take this to her."
"One last thing… tell her to wash it all by hand. I can't have a machine doing her work, can I?" He spoke snarkily, then chuckled, crossing his arms and letting his tail curl around in the air happily as he pushed Launch into giving him the desired reaction.
"No. I suppose not…" Launch huffed, and Raditz felt joy spark in his heart at last as she scowled to herself and turned sharply away from him with the basket. She began to walk away before he caught up and stood before her at the threshold of the door. Raditz put his hands on his hips and leaned down for a kiss, which Launch sighed and gave in to, tilting her head back for a deep lip lock that left her gasping. They pulled apart with a smack and he stroked the side of her face, tucking blue strands behind her ear as he whispered into it.
"What do you say to your Master?"
Launch giggled with the tickling sensation in her ear, then answered.
"Thank you, Master Raditz…I love you." She whispered in a candied tone, then kissed his smooth cheek. Raditz grinned and watched her walk away, slapping her bottom before she left the room completely. He was satisfied by her subservience, even if he didn't believe in such foolish claims of love, he knew that it was a useful tool for him. He wanted to spread enmity in the pure hearted girl and make them fight for him, because that excitement and conflict reflected the old ways of mating games in Saiyan culture. He would continue to spread his seed and sprouts of discontent until Chi-Chi came charging at him like a raging bull.
If it meant he got to be naughty in the process, it was even better. It all added on to a pleasant distraction from the dark reality they were living in.
When their savior came at last, it was with a great degree of caution. Nappa suddenly appeared in the bathroom with Panchy and Suno, and slammed the door behind him before addressing them.
"What's the meaning of all your bawling, Bunny? The men are trying to work." Nappa huffed, clearly annoyed that he had to demean himself this way.
"It's Suno, Mister Nappa. She was trying to hurt herself, you see… She doesn't want to have your baby anymore."
"What?!" He barked, his attention now fully on the girl who laid limply on the floor, having exhausted herself. He looked her body up and down, and saw the red marks on her stomach from all the pushing she had been doing on her abdomen. This was not something he could allow. Nappa growled and lifted the red head up, swinging her over his shoulder. Bunny came close to his side and looked up at him curiously, wondering what her master planned to do with Suno.
…
Hours Later
She awoke in near dark, but for a sole, flickering lightbulb overhead. Suno blinked wearily and observed her surroundings, then took notice of the cold shackles on her wrists and ankles holding her suspended in the air. Her breathing immediately began to quicken as she realized that she was locked up in the dungeon, her back pressing up against the St. Andrew's Cross she was crucified on. Her last memories were a blur, and she pushed them down much like the memories of her old life and how it ended.
With the darkness surrounding her, the denseness of the basement air suffocated her breaths, and she began to tremble in fear that she would be left here to die.
"HELP! HELP ME, ANYBODY!" She cried out hopefully, her screams ringing in her ears as they reverberated off the walls and seemed to be absorbed by the all encompassing depths of the dungeon. She glanced around herself and saw a table on which dried blood and bits of flesh had been left to dry on, and began to scream and cry once again.
"Hey, it's ok! I'm down here too." A small voice uttered, and Suno quickly turned her head and trembled in relief when she saw the little boy named Gohan curled up in a ball off to the corner of the room. She wouldn't have noticed him if he didn't say anything.
"Gohan? Why are you down here? You're just a little boy!"
The Son boy frowned and adjusted himself on the floor to be sitting up to face her, despite his motion being limited by the four large iron weights chained to his ankles and wrists by chains.
"Prince Vegeta said this is where I'll be sleeping from now on. The weights are to make me tougher. They put you down here for a different reason, though."
"How could they do that to you? I don't like that mean Prin–"
"SHH! Don't say things like that! You never know who can hear us. Besides, you shouldn't stress yourself in your condition. Mister Nappa said you're having that baby whether you like it or not." The boy whispered with a wisdom beyond his years, Suno staring at him in surprise.
"I don't want to have a baby anymore, Gohan. Not in this place– not with the state of the world today." Suno said softly, holding back her tears.
The small child was silent as he pondered on what to say, before his head perked up and a bright smile crossed his dirt covered face.
"My mother always said a child is a blessing! Don't worry, I'm sure you'd be a good mommy too."
Suno bit back a sob and tears ran down her face as she nodded to Gohan.
"Y-You're right… Maybe it's not… such a bad thing."
"That's the spirit! Do you want to play a game with me?"
"A-A game?"
"Yeah! It's called the quiet game! We have to be as quiet and still as a mouse, and whoever makes a sound, loses the game!"
"Uh… Ok. How do we start?"
Gohan responded by making a zipping motion over his mouth then becoming incredibly still and quiet, almost as if in a meditative state. Suno followed, gulping down her sobs and gazing listless at the brick wall opposite of her.
Now that the game had begun, the sound around them ceased to make itself known.
With the girl locked up and the child put down for bed, Vegeta, Bulma and Nappa came up to the club house. Bulma remained quiet as she rehearsed the lines Vegeta had fed her in her head, closing her eyes and committing it to memory as her master pulled her along with him until they were in the bar area of the building.
Music was playing, the scent of cigars and the clink of glasses made an ambiance in the room, and as Bulma opened her eyes she almost forgot that this was a post-apocalyptic reality and not a regular old Saturday night on the town. She smiled and waved to a few of the other girls, who were dancing in front of the worker men as a reward after their long day of bricklaying. Bunny, Marron, Hasky, Chi-Chi and Ranfan were all gussied up in playboy Bunny leotards with fuzzy tails and perky ears, per Bulma's request.
It was Nappa and Panchy's idea to have a little party to release some pent up tension amongst the denizens of the bdsm boarding house, and with Bulma's urging, Vegeta had finally relented. Tonight, the doors were open and they were serving drinks to anyone that wanted to walk in as a means of silent recruitment. A few humans that Bulma didn't recognize were sitting at the benches, and Hasky was bussing tables.
Vegeta turned to Bulma and she smiled at him coyly with ruby red lips, her own black bunny ears giving her an odd, anthropomorphic type of beauty.
"This better be worth it, woman. Or else." He uttered in a low tone, and Bulma giggled.
"Don't worry your pretty little head, Prince. I know what I'm doing. After all, I am a genius."
Vegeta's brows rose at her statement and he stared at her, astounded. His grip tightened around her leash and he pulled her tight to his body, their noses nearly touching.
"A smart girl watches her mouth around her master." He gritted out, and Bulma had the gall to roll her eyes at him. He pulled her in impossibly closer until her breasts were crushed against his muscular chest, and a red blush broke out on her face as their guests began watching the little show Vegeta was giving them.
"Yes, Master." Bulma conceded, and he released her so suddenly that she nearly fell as he pushed away from her. He tugged on the chained choker she wore underneath her cutesy bow tie and Bulma followed dutifully behind. Sometimes she wanted to shout and cry out in frustration with the way she was being treated. She was more than just a sexy body and a servant! She was a genius! But what did that matter to a barbarian race that prized strength above all else?
Everyone's here besides our star pupil, Vegeta noticed with a grimace as he straightened out his tie and cracked his neck; feeling uncomfortable in the get up that Bulma had insisted he, Nappa and Hercule and Puar all wear to appear 'fancy' for the guests. With a white button down shirt and black slacks, the prince felt oddly alien and wasn't quite sure how he felt about these human conventions. She found the get ups in an old, forgotten closet and had been simply brimming with a joy that Vegeta himself had never witnessed in her before. When those dull azure eyes suddenly lit up and her excited voice perked up his ears, he felt like it would be a waste to not give in to this one whim, if only it would make her a little less miserable.
Vegeta's mouth watered when a server walked by and he caught the aroma of tonight's supper. The carved, barbecue sauce smothered boar was being served atop a bed of sticky rice alongside sesame seed coated green beans glazed with a honey and soy sauce mixture. Chi-Chi also had made a cold cabbage and cucumber salad out of the vegetables in her little garden and what non-perishables she'd found on her grocery trips. There were even appetizers– bite sized morsels of hand caught fish tartare with lime-in preserved lychees. The star dish of the night was high class and the drinks were being made by Panchy, who was entertaining a crowd of men from behind the bar with her martini mixing that made her buxom body jiggle in all the right places.
Even the jukebox had been dusted off and was now playing the old music of earth from the 1920's and so on, a type of crooning, smooth jazzy music with discordant piano keys and sultry saxophones that were wailing on, filling the building with the spirits of parties long past. Once upon a time, around the 1940's this building was owned by a crooked pimp who roomed prostitutes in each bedroom, and allowed whatever the paying customers wanted to do down in the basement–including murder, as long as he was paid handsomely. Long before that, in the 1920's it was a bootlegging operation, hence the hidden closets and revolving bar that transformed into a bookshelf that would never be used. After that, it was passed from owner to owner, and saw many renovations and was retitled dozens of times until aptly titled "Satan's Den."
Vegeta listened to the strange music for a moment, glancing around the room as if he could see the delighted spirits frolicking about in the club. Thankfully, this music didn't nearly bother his ears as much as the metal tunes that Bulma had blasted all their eardrums out with upon Vegeta's arrival. The Prince walked into the middle of the room, looked around himself, huffed, then pulled Bulma along with him to be seated. Nappa parted ways with them to keep tabs on Panchy while all the weak human men gawked at her; though he didn't feel concerned by their presence in the least, she was still her pet and therefore his property.
Hasky walked up to his table and pasted on an artificial smile. "Would you care for a drink, Prince? We have a variety of liquors…" She began, listing off many options. Vegeta glanced towards Bulma and she jumped slightly in place upon realizing he was waiting for her to order drinks for them both with an expectant glare.
"Prince Vegeta will have the finest Negroni.. and I will have a White Russian." She gulped, looking back at him for approval. A bit of caffeine might help perk her up, she was certain she'd be up late tonight. The Negroni was made to stimulate appetite, and it suited Vegeta's bitter personality with its tart flavor, unlike the sweetness of a White Russian. Vegeta nodded and Hasky committed the drinks to memory.
"Girl," Vegeta uttered before the platinum blonde had the chance to run off, and she looked at him for her orders. "After you order our drinks, go up and fetch Raditz, would you? He is, after all, the guest of honor. He will find his outfit in the dressing room. Make sure he wears it."
Hasky's brows furrowed in confusion but she didn't question the prince, nodding hesitantly.
"Yes, Master Vegeta. Right away."
Bulma looked towards him and smiled, grasping his ungloved hand from underneath the table.
"Did I do good?"
Vegeta glanced at her with a curt nod and they exchanged a clandestine sense of understanding, which no one but them could comprehend. Vegeta reached his free hand slowly out to her, and stroked from the side of her hair to her throat, caressing her silky hair and soothing the tender skin of her neck with his bare fingertips.
Anyone else looking at them would assume they were two lovers gazing into one another's eyes, but it wasn't quite that way. It was, more or less, the gaze of a trained pet looking up obediently for her Master's approval.
"You did well, Pet. You're a good… little kitten." He purred in a saccharine tone, and leaned forth slowly to tenderly kiss her, eating up her succulent lips with a wolfish hunger that she had no choice but to succumb to as his fingers traced down her body and he slipped his fingers between her legs. Vegeta stroked her heated pussy through her leotard as he held her body still by placing his katana between them both, the blade pressed against her stomach. Bulma whimpered through their locked lips and hot tears pooled in the corners of her eyes as she was drawn into his strong embrace, unable to escape without slicing herself open. He ripped a small hole in her blue stockings and his bare finger grazed her outer labia, parting them to get to the slippery center.
Excitement made her body tremble and the scent of her fear mixing with her arousal made Vegeta's tail thrash and curl against the vinyl bench cushions, something about holding her captive this way, beneath the watchful stares of all the weak humans in the room made his chest swell with pride and his loins burn with lust.
He was in control.
"Do you like it when I stroke your filthy cunt, kitten? Do you feel the cold steel pressing against your guts, hmm?" He growled into the nape of her neck and bit into her collar as if he wanted to tear it off to get to her throat, to feel the pounding heartbeat in her throat with the tip of his tongue as she whimpered in ecstacy. His little ventriloquist doll would do as he said, when he said, and she would be greatly rewarded. Bulma trembled as she shook her head in compliance, gulping.
"Yes, Master Vegeta!"
The blade jutted up and suddenly her breath was knocked out of her lungs as he pressed the sword harder into her, the blunt side forward. He tore off her bow tie with his teeth and went for the collar, easily snapping it off with one bite. Bulma's vision went nearly white as with this motion, her clit was being gently pinched and pulled between two of his strong, calloused fingers, making blood rise to the surface and causing it to swell with arousal. Her body became more sensitive to his stimulus before her mind could even consent, and she panted hard to regain her breath in between asphyxiation and manipulation. Her head was buzzing, and her strength was ebbing away as Vegeta's curved, red tongue crept out and licked her wounded throat, caressing the welts and scratches from her collar with his healing saliva.
He bit down gently on her throat and held onto it like a tomcat securing his mate. Bulma squirmed in place, crying out helplessly as her mind, body and spirit were captured with pleasure. Her head swam as he used the slightest buzz of his ki to enhance her pleasure, bringing her quickly to climax. Vegeta licked the red circle where his teeth had indented her throat, and smirked as the woman seemed lost to her bliss with muffled wails of pleasure. He put the sword back under his belt where it belonged and slowly removed his hand from between her thighs, noticing how his fingers dripped with her moisture. A smug look came over him as he savored the evidence of his accomplishments, and licked his own fingers clean while she watched with a shudder, her deep blue eyes half lidded with pleasure.
Her eyes had become midnight blue and the pupils expanded erotically with her orgasm, and Vegeta took note of her enhanced beauty. Bulma was exquisite to him more so now, with flushed red cheeks and an intoxicating aroma of tart strawberries and feminine musk that made his mouth still water for more of the secret flavor between her dampened thighs. Vegeta recovered quicker than she, and unclasped the chain from her busted collar and placed it around both blue stockinged thighs, clasping the lock with the chain. Bulma watched him in surprise, wondering why he latched her legs tight together like this. Surely he doesn't expect me to walk this way?
"Once you fulfill your end of the bargain, I'll remove the chain. Until then, I want you to keep your legs closed… regardless if you have to piss, shit or walk…" He graveled with a cruel tone, her eyes widening as she witnessed her master switch masks as if it were like changing his clothes.
"Why?" She uttered with a sob, before cutting it short with a hard gulp, as she had trained herself to do.
"If you please me, I will please you. Understood? If you don't… I will punish you."
"I…I understand." Bulma conceded with defeat, lowering her head and glancing down at her chained thighs still coated with her own shameful liquids. Why did I come so quickly from being tortured by him? It doesn't make sense. I hate this!
"Your drinks, Prince. Also, I've brought Master Raditz with me." Hasky said as she set two glasses on the table and interrupted their private moment. Bulma removed herself from her emotions, presenting Hasky with a pleased grin. Vegeta slid her drink to her, the straw spinning around in the white and brown concoction. They were also given a plate of appetizers to go with their drinks, and Bulma couldn't hold back her enthusiastic reaction, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as they were placed before them. Vegeta took one by the toothpick and sniffed it haughtily; unsure about the earthling cuisine. He looked at Bulma and she presented her tongue for him almost on command.
He placed the morsel in her mouth and she took it off the toothpick, making a face of delight as the flavors stimulated her taste buds, resulting in an emphatic "Mmm!" Vegeta took this as his cue and ate one as well, finding it acceptable.
"My Prince, you asked for me?" A husky voice interrupted, and the two of them turned to look at Raditz. He looked like an emperor penguin stuffed into a three piece suit, veins sticking out of his muscular neck as his bow tie surely was cutting off circulation to his meaty head.
"Yes, sit down with us, Raditz. Actually, before you do that, why don't you find your Ox Princess and have her take a break from her work in the kitchen to kick up her heels and enjoy a drink?" Vegeta suggested with a smooth, pleasant tone, before sipping on his drink. Raditz nodded obediently, bowing slightly to his superior before walking stiffly away, tugging at his bow tie grumpily.
Something about the entire encounter made Vegeta and Bulma both start snickering, perhaps due to Raditz's discomfort, or maybe because their plan was coming along smoothly. Regardless of the reasons why, it was a well needed release for the both of them.
Perspiration dripped down Chi-Chi's back as she balanced two trays of empty plates on both arms, then set them down on the counter to be washed. She sighed heavily and her back slumped in clear exhaustion, then wiped her brow with her forearm. This is mule's work! First washing Raditz's filthy laundry by hand, then slaving away cooking in the kitchen only to have to wash ALL the dishes myself afterwards! She thought with an angry huff as she scraped food off the plates into the garbage can.
Chi-Chi wore a snug, purple leotard with floppy bunny ears on either side of her messy bun, which had wavy strands falling out of it. Her toned legs were sheathed in transparent red stockings with lace detailing on the thighs, which clung to her dampened skin like a glove. Once the plates were cleared off, she dumped them into the sink full of hot soapy water and washed her hands, dreading going back out into the bar again.
"Ohoho… What do we have here? A sexy little rabbit?" A low, seductive voice startled her, and she jumped in place, nearly falling over in her black pumps. Raditz was standing there observing her, for who knows how long, with his burly arms crossed over his puffed up chest which was nearly bursting from the white button down shirt with red suspenders he was wearing. He'd taken off his bow tie sometime on the way to the kitchen and discarded it, and broke open the first three buttons so that a small patch of chest hair was revealed. Chi-Chi cursed herself for looking him up and down the way she had, averting her eyes shamefully.
She stared down at the bubbles popping in the sink as she heard his footsteps nearing closer and the distinctive clink of a leash clasp. "It's time for you to take a break. Vegeta's orders." Raditz chuckled, hooking her deftly by the black collar around her neck. Chi-Chi braced herself and furrowed her brow at him as he began to rein her in, her heels skidding along the floor and leaving black streaks.
"Do you really believe you can resist my pull?" Raditz sneered, tugging a bit more on the leash. He was using nothing but his fingers, yet she was visiy straining to stay in place.
"I don't want to go anywhere with you, pig!" Chi-Chi hissed at him, reaching for the clasp so that she could unhook herself. She quickly realized why that was a mistake when Raditz's eyes widened and he suddenly had her pinned against the sink, the hot water to her back.
"It's not a question of what you want, woman. I am your Master. Or do I have to remind you how I punish disobedience?" He growled in anger, yet the excited gleam in his eyes told her otherwise. She struggled to get out of his grasp, wriggling her body, yet Raditz had both arms pinned to her sides, and her legs were trapped between his. Though Chi-Chi struggles desperately; her strength is quickly being sapped by her futile efforts.
"Stay still or else suffer the consequences!" Raditz snapped, tightening his grip on her. Chi-Chi cried out and bashed her head against his chin, causing him to flinch back. Blood was flowing out from his gums and staining his bared teeth red, the sharp canines poking over his bottom lip. He hissed in reaction as Chi-Chi continued her rebellion, moving her knee up violently to hit his groin. Raditz only grunted slightly, catching her knee between his muscular thighs.
"How dare you draw blood from me!" He gritted out, blood dripping down his chin as he licked away the salty flavor from his teeth.
"I hate you!" Chi-Chi cried out, thrashing her head and what she could of her body to attempt to loosen his grip on her.
"You will take that back! A loyal slave loves her Master!" He growled, and quickly regained control over her, bending her back over the steaming hot water and tying her wrists to the faucet with her leash, taking both legs and spreading them open wide and using his spiked arm cuffs to attach her ankles to the legs of the steel sink.
The next thing he did made her gasp as he yanked her leotard down to her knees, exposing her nude body. Chi-Chi still refused to give in, struggling in her binds and shouting out in frustration. Raditz took a bar of soap off the sink and turned it over in his hands deviously, allowing her to see what he was holding. She frowned, tight lipped, and he snickered deviously in reaction.
"Open up. Or else it'll be something else going in your mouth." Raditz chuckled, and when she refused, he put his fingers through her mouth and widened it so that the soap would fit. She gagged and coughed through the bar of soap as he held it securely to her mouth, and pressed his body against her naked, struggling form. He didn't allow her to feel his hardness, because then that would show her he was pleased by her nude body. Instead, he held her still by placing his arm around her midsection and forcing in the soap until her angry screams turned to helpless whimpers, and her eyes grew large and pleading, filled with tears.
Raditz removed the soap, now indented by the shape of her teeth, and tossed it to the floor as she sputtered up foamy saliva that dripped down her chest in white streams. Raditz would've been tempted to lick them away if it weren't for the bitter flavor. Instead, he drew back and massaged the mixture onto her body, sudsing up her generous bosom that spilled out of even his very large hands. Chi-Chi's mouth burned and her energy was sapped from her struggling, so she had no choice but to allow the pleasant sensation.
"What do you say now? Do you understand why what you did was wrong?" He asked tensely, holding her captive by her nipples in the case she gave another snide answer. Chi-Chi coughed and trembled from the strain of holding her back over the hot water, embarrassment marking her cheeks in red.
"Y…Yes…I'm sorry, Master Raditz."
He tweaked her nipples with this statement, and she clarified further.
"I don't hate you…I–I ..I love you!" She shouted, and Raditz smiled, loosening his hold on her tender nipples. Though she had been forced to say it, something about her saying those words resonate differently in him than with Launch. With her, he felt like a God. With Chi-Chi, he felt like a lowly mutt licking at her feet, begging for scraps of food. Raditz's heart pounded in his chest, and he found himself lunging forth to capture her mouth with a greedy kiss, not caring that he could taste soap as he made grunts of need and ground his clothed erection against her pussy.
Chi-Chi moaned in reaction, helpless against the pleasurable sensations she couldn't deny her body. She could feel her traitorous body already becoming heated and wet as his girth ground against her clit, the flavor of blood not even bothering her. Chi-Chi's mind was too swept up in how he kissed her so desperately, as if he needed her sweet kisses to live. Her eyes closed and she moaned softly, coiling her tongue against his and enjoying the grinding motions between their bodies which invited her shameless desires out to play, of his girth entering her most sacred place and making her a woman instead of a slave.
She could almost feel the massive head spreading her labia apart and pressing against her opening, widening her walls so that he could push his silk wrapped steel into her plush walls, that cum weeping glans wedged up against her cervix as his warmth surrounded and invaded her all at once.
"Master Raditz?" A demure voice questioned, and the both of them were startled, separating quickly to see Launch standing in the entrance to the kitchen.
"P-Prince Vegeta told me it's my turn in the kitchen… So… You can let Chi-Chi go." She uttered softly, glancing at him before returning her eyes to the floor. As she looked down, two round droplets of water fell onto the floor and Raditz watched them fall, blinking with curiosity. Before he could question why she was shedding tears, she had taken off running, sounds of her sad cries following after.
"Launch, come back!" Raditz shouted, then wiped the soap from his mouth angrily and spit, turning his enraged glare over to Chi-Chi. Sparks of red electricity surrounded him, and an intense heat washed over Chi-Chi and nearly singed every hair on her trembling body.
"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME, WHY ARE YOU RUINING EVERYTHING?!" He bellowed, shaking her violently as she yelped out in fear of him. A deep, agonizing pain erupted inside of his chest with his declaration, and Chi-Chi looked up at him with widened eyes, gasping as if she realized the same thing he had all at once. He was…In love with her. The issue was, he didn't understand the feeling or know how to act on it properly without abusing her. He could not force her to love him back, nor could he force his love on her and expect her to react the way he required her to.
"I'm not… doing… Anything, Master! Let me go, and I'll do whatever you want! Please, Raditz!" She whispered shakily, and he frowned as she was no longer the strong, ferocious, obstinate beauty he loved. She was frightened, begging and weak. A look of horror came over him as he realized that he had done a terrible thing, both to Launch and Chi-Chi. Any lingering arousal he felt quickly dispelled along with his angry red aura. Raditz began the process of freeing Chi-Chi, gingerly helping her to her feet, cleaning the soap from her body then dressing her all in complete silence, with zero eye contact.
The last thing Raditz did before they left the kitchen was kneel before her and remove the cuffs from her ankles, his head bowed before her as for once, she stood above her master. Chi-Chi wasn't sure why, but she had the urge to rake her hand through all of his long, spiky hair, and she did, stroking it until he tilted his head back and closed his eyes, resting his head on her stomach.
"I'm… I'm sorry. I was reckless, and I almost hurt you and Launch…" He said so softly she barely heard it, but with his apology, a small part of her heart ached as well. No apology on Earth could fix all that Raditz had done to her, but the mere fact that he was capable of doing such a thing truly surprised her, and gave her a small inkling of hope that perhaps Saiyans were capable of emotional growth–evolution, to be more like a human!
"Shhh. It's ok." She whispered, and felt Raditz's purr against her body.
"Let's… Go sit down and have a drink." She said softly, and found he responded to her well, standing, and gently placing the other cuff on his wrist, attaching her leash to it. Chi-Chi's legs weakened but she was able to walk with his assistance, something the Raditz she'd met months ago now would never be considerate enough to do.
Raditz struggled to understand why he allowed her to tell him what to do, he wanted to bury those burgeoning feelings deep inside of him, but it seemed he was utterly incapable. What had this weak Earth woman done to him?
Am I destined to become a weakling like my brother? The longer I spend yearning for her, longing for something which I should not have, the more I wonder if what I am doing is right…
Am I no better than the one we seek vengeance against? Or am I just a lowly dog who is gradually becoming tame by a gentle female's hand? Raditz wondered this, and glanced down at Chi-Chi curiously. As the woman walked proudly beside him, chin held high despite all she had suffered, he felt like perhaps being equal with a woman he respected was just as good as being worshiped by a woman he desired.
After all, on Planet Vegeta, women were warriors and regarded as equals.
Raditz's eyes widened as he recalled this, though it had been buried deep in his memory, and he audibly gasped in horror–to his own surprise and many of the denizens of Satan's Den.
Where along the lines had the Saiyan's culture and beliefs been lost–along with all concepts of morality and value?!