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Bulma struggled against the grip, but her efforts were futile. He was just too strong. Her captor swung her around to face him. He had long dark, spiky hair, that tumbled down, to his knees. A scouter was placed over his left eye. He was quite tall, and had huge muscles.
'Hmmm…' he said. 'You would probably count as pretty...' he said, mostly to himself. He swung her around again, and flew up into the air.
'Hey! Wait a minute! What are you saying? Are you gonna make me a slave!' she screeched. The Saiyan nearly dropped her, not used to such a high-pitched sound.
'Shut up.' He growled.
'Make me!' she yelled, as they zoomed off, towards the ship. She was dumped, unceremoniously on the floor, Her legs sprawled everywhere. She got up, and brushed herself off. She stood there, at the end of a short line of women, standing almost shoulder-to-shoulder, facing the ship.
The Prince stood in front of them all, taking every single one in. He licked his lips, and Bulma nearly chucked up, on the floor.
'Well….' He said, walking past every one of them. 'Which ones will be my slaves? Well? Show me what you've got, and maybe, I won't blow your tarty little heads off.'
Bulma scowled, as she watched the other girls, pose, and pout, trying to look as sexy as possible. 'This is soo…. degrading.' Bulma muttered.
The Prince stood in front of her. 'What did you say? Why aren't you posing?' He looked at her and smirked. 'Maybe you don't have anything to flaunt.' He laughed loudly, and the Saiyans joined in. Bulma fumed. 'I said, THIS IS SO DEGRADING! YOU PERVERT!' she spat in his face, to further make her point. The Prince fumed. How dare she? The little wench, speak to a prince, in that manner!
'You better watch your mouth, bitch, because, I won't kill you, no, that would be like letting you escape… I know…'
He turned to the huge crowd of Chikyuu-jins that had been captured and brought here.
'Here, Chikyuu-jins, you should be proud, the finest of your women, are to be my… kitten slaves, and this,' he said holding up Bulma, 'Will be the bitch slave, the dog amongst the kitties.' He laughed, a rich laugh, and proceeded pacing in front of the women.
'Send them inside!' he yelled.
The short line of women, were pushed towards the door, though most went in willingly, sashaying their hips, as they walked.
Air heads.
Bulma had to be escorted by two guards. As she walked, she reached into her pocket, sticking something to her palms. She waited for the right moment. As soon as she reached the door, she held her palms to the doorframe, refusing to let go.
The Prince watched in interest, as the scene unfolded.
One of the saiyans tried to lift the female up, but failing in his attempt. It seemed as if her palms were glued to the doors! He hefted, but was careful, so as not to break the doorframe.
Soon all the guards were pulling, but not succeeding.
The Prince turned away, as he saw someone approaching him, and fast. It was a youth, no older than the Prince, himself, possibly even the same age. He had cropped spikey, dark hair, and two scars on his face. He assumed they were battle scars, and not just from a run in with an angry child.
'Where is she!' The man yelled.
'Who?'
'My woman, that's who!' The man turned to see what the small commotion was about. 'Bulma!' he smiled. 'Knew she wouldn't go without a fight!'
'Bulma? That's the wench's name?'
'Yeah, now, leave her alone, she's mine!'
The two sized each other up. Trying to stare each other down. Suddenly the man shot up into the air. 'Solar Flare!' he yelled. Suddenly a bright light enveloped the scene.
He rushed down, shoving the saiyans out of the way. They were clutching their eyes in pain. Bulma, was not, as, as soon as she had seen her boyfriend fly up into the air, she knew that she should shield her eyes, which was difficult, as she could not use her hands.
Yamcha used all of his strength to pull Bulma out. He didn't care about the ship, so, succeeded in tearing the door frame out. Bulma unlocked the super suction pads, and let the broken piece of the ship, fall onto the floor below. She turned to face her boyfriend. 'Yamcha!' she breathed. He smiled at her, but then, stopped in his tracks. The prince stood, in mid-air in front of them, crossing his arms. 'Going somewhere?' he said, and laughed. Yamcha simply stood there, whilst Bulma, who had just recognised the voice, turned around, and began screaming at the Prince.
He smirked. 'Baka. You're girlfriend is more of a fighter than you!' He grabbed the cyan-haired girl, and left Yamcha there. 'Hey! Drop her now! She's mine!' He yelled after them. 'Come on!' He knew there was no use, he would be no match against the Prince. He sighed. He headed for Kami's look-out. He would tell Goku, and together they would fight.
Bulma struggled in the Prince's tight grasp. 'What the hell is your name anyway, ecchi!' she yelled.
'Why do you want to know, slave? You should address me as Prince Vegeta.'
'Why?'
'BECAUSE I AM YOUR PRINCE!'
'No you're not! Now let go of me, baka!' He did, and she fell onto the floor, with a loud thud. She became unconscious in a matter of minutes. 'Now she'll stop fighting!' he smirked, as he kicked the poor girl into the ship. She would pay for breaking his ship.
Bulma woke up, in a cell. She was bruised all over, and, after a quick scan of her body, she realised that she may have broken her leg. She cried out for help, but no one came. It was really dark, and she couldn't see much. 'GET ME OUT OF HERE!' she yelled, her voice shrill. She kept shouting, as loud as she could, hoping for a response.
Suddenly, she heard a 'whooosh' sound, and someone entered the room.
'Shut up!'
She recognised the voice.
'Vegeta? Get me outta here, you ass!'
How dare you speak to me like that!' He stuck his foot through the bars, and kicked her. She screamed in pain. He had hit her broken leg.
'Please! Vegeta, I need a doctor, I need one fast. Help me!'
'No.' he laughed, and left.
She yelled, again. She was all on her own. Alone.
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