Playlist (to set the mood)
Stripping songs:
*Her Black Wings, She Rides* - Danzig
Honorable Mentions:
Closer, Sanctified - Nine Inch Nails
"W.A.P" - Cardi B
Pu$$y - Iggy Azalea
"Oh, hell yes!"
Bulma moaned as the hot water rushed over her body, it felt so damn good to take a shower at last, and let her hair down, sudsing it up with a large dollop of shampoo. She supposed she wasn't really that surprised her showers were few and far between, she didn't think Saiyans even knew what a shower was, particularly not Raditz.
Ugh, that reminds me. I have to dance in front of those jerks. She thought dejectedly, her shoulders slumping as the soap ran down her body, her permed hair straightening out as it was wetted.
I'm no exotic dancer... I'm a scientist... What's going to happen if I disappoint them..? Bulma didn't even want to think about it, if her family's lives were at stake, well she supposed she would just have to give it her all... No matter how demeaning, and embarrassing it would be.
She got to work scrubbing and shaving quickly, to make herself presentable for the Prince of All Saiyans she'd been hearing about, but now that she'd seen him, she felt a little confused. He was so... short. She'd assumed all Saiyans were beasts like Raditz, but then again, Goku was supposedly his younger brother. She'd heard all about the Saiyans when Raditz crashed the beach at Kame House, and started terrorizing them, stealing away poor little Gohan. After he'd beaten Goku and Piccolo, he came back for her, Launch, and Chi-Chi. Bulma felt like it was all her fault, after all she'd been the one who invited everyone to Master Roshi's, even her old friend Launch, and Chi-Chi who she was seeing for the first time since the wedding.
Good job Bulma, now we're all screwed, literally. Her eyes widened as she thought this, and a terrifying thought came to her. Launch and Chi-Chi have already become Raditz's slaves... What about me? Am I... for the Prince?! The thought made her blood run cold, and she cut her leg with the shoddy razor that was provided. Bulma hissed, running the cut under cold water. She then jumped, seeing a shadow behind the tattered shower curtain. She recognized Launch's silhouette by the two bunny ear-like points of the bow in her curly hair, and sighed in relief.
"Raditz said he smelt your blood. Are you ok, Bulma?" A timorous voice uttered softly, and Launch pulled open the curtain gently, her frightened gaze twisting her heart. "Launch! I.. I'm ok. I guess I'm just a bit jumpy, hehe." She bumbled, quickly finishing up her shower, taking the towel the other girl handed her.
"I'm having a little performance anxiety, you know...? I've never done something like this before, not even for.. Yamcha." She whispered hollowly, finding it hard to utter her beloved boyfriend's name, who had been knocked unconscious by just one whack of Raditz's tail, not even given a fighting chance.
"It's ok, Bulma. Just pretend it's Yamcha watching. That's what I did, I pretended Master Raditz was Tien the first few times I had to service him. Then it gets easier after a few more times, it hurts less if you let yourself enjoy it." She giggled, and Bulma blinked at the girl owlishly.
'Service'? What does that entail? Bulma thought in horror, she could only imagine what Raditz made them.. do to him, or worse, how he must treat them, chained by leashes to him like dogs.
"Well, I guess if you can do it, I can..." Bulma said, and let Launch lead her into the changing room.
"Right! Well, I should be going back now, or else I might get spanked." Launch blushed as she said this, both hands on her reddening face.
"Do you... enjoy that?" Bulma whispered, and Launch shook her head, obviously in denial, lingering by the door and glancing back, almost as if she was hoping that would be the outcome.
"W-whaat? Nooo, o-of course not! You'd better get dressed, and quick, I have a feeling my Master wouldn't just spank you." She said hurriedly, and shoved her into the changing room. Bulma nodded, she'd seen what his tail could do, she couldn't imagine what his hand would do.
Poor Launch, that must hurt. She thought naïvely, never having done a thing even slightly interesting in the bedroom with Yamcha. She looked around the room, and began digging through the dresser for something that would give her a confidence boost.
Vegeta drained the mug of beer, feeling a pleasant buzzing in his head, he was at the perfect level of intoxication, just enough for his body to feel relaxed, and his inhibitions slightly freed, but not enough for his motor functions to be debilitated. Now, they just needed some more food. They'd devoured the pizza and pretzels in no time, now was a waiting game. He wasn't sure why he was feeling so conflicted about the servant woman performing for him, afterall, being royalty, it was only natural for him to enjoy such luxuries, right? With the way Raditz and Nappa radiated masculine energy, he felt himself feeling a bit of a testosterone boost just from their talk about women, and excited by all the things Raditz bragged about having his slaves do for him. The servant woman should feel honored that her services are worthy of my viewing, he thought, feeling cocky.
"Prince Vegeta?" Nappa asked, nudging him slightly. He snapped out of his own thoughts, shaking his head.
"The feast has arrived, Master Raditz, Prince Vegeta, and General Nappa." The Ox Princess said, bowing her head respectfully. She and multiple servants carried out the feast, piling it onto the table. Vegeta felt pleased by the sheer amount of earth delicacies before him, most of which he didn't recognize, but liked the smell of.
"Good woman, Chi-Chi. You may eat with us." He said, and Chi-Chi walked over, and hooked her chain to Raditz's wrist without resistance, sitting on his other large, muscular thigh beside Launch. Vegeta frowned, How does he have such power over these women? What is it he does to make them so willingly obedient?
He observed them surreptitiously; as not to be noticed, pulling a large mound of food closer to himself as he watched Raditz tickle Chi-Chi's waist gently with his tail, as he stroked his hand on Launch's exposed hip. Both women seemed mildly flustered just by his touch, and embarrassed that he was doing it in front of the other men. He wrapped his tail around his brother's wife, and whispered something in her ear, making her pale face turn red, she looked away quickly.
I'm going to reward you tonight. Raditz had whispered, and Vegeta nearly choked on his drink at hearing it.
Is he really rewarding our ransom with... orgasmic gratification? Vegeta thought, gripping his glass tightly. Raditz had bragged that he could please both women without even trying. It was a good tactic, Vegeta supposed, if Raditz was actually telling the truth. But he'd better be careful, or their alliance with Kakarot was on the line. The cuckholding was only an illusion, or so Raditz said, but perhaps there were ways around it. He soon lost interest in what Raditz did with the females, instead taking his fill of the delicious food Kakarot's wife had made, having Raditz's slave pour him another drink.
He put the glass to his lips and took a swig, then his body tensed, feeling that uncalled for reaction in his loins again. Vegeta turned almost a little too quickly and his drink slopped out onto his hand, sensing he presence of that woman again, with that sweet scent about her that could drive him mad. The others were startled by a jarring sound as the stereo system kicked on, as well as the men who had previously seemed to be lifeless, beginning to stir from the sound of a drum beat beginning to quicken, along with a chanting voice, and the dissonance of electric guitars signaling her entrance. The Saiyans all tensed from the doom metal dirge that Bulma had chosen to signal her presence; something they had never heard of once in their lives.
"*Blackest of the black,
darker than night,
come to me my bleeding light,
soon as she comes,
she comes now,
enter Oblivion."
They stood up from the booth quickly, discarding their empty plates. Raditz growled and tugged at Chi-Chi and Launch's chains for them to come quickly, if it turned out that Bulma had something planned that she would regret, he would be more than ready to meet his threats to harm her loved ones.
"Yea, here she is,
Harder than life,
In my arms.
See she there.
Entwined with love.
Unclean she is.
And she comes down to me
And she offers me sleep
Under her black-"
"Whoa oh, her black wings .."
The lights suddenly fell black, and only the hiss of snare drum and the howling voices filled the air now suddenly heavy with the heat of unchecked breaths. He strode up to the stage; doing his best to act unaffected, crossing his arms, and strolling straight up to the stage to watch her pitiful show unfold. Raditz pushed a chair behind Vegeta for him to sit, and he took the seat as the others stood and watched.
"And she comes down to me,
And she offers me sleep,
Under her black.
Whoa oh, under her black wings,
Whoa oh, under her black."
The red stage lights slowly brightened as a figure approached, a red ring glowing, smoke curling up to tangle with the beams of light, as she smoked a cigarette to calm her nerves. For a moment, only the throbbing of the drums, and the vibrations of the bass guitar echoed in his eardrums, until she rose one hand to her lips, and took another long drag on her cigarette, before tossing it to the ground, and stomping it out cruelly.
"See she comes,
On the eve of dusk,
In another form,
With a scent of rain upon her neck,
She brings the lust,
Supernatural,
Ceasing never
On and
On and
On."
"My name is Bulma." She said icily, hissing as if she were speaking directly to him.
"And I'm going to show you why men are nothing but cockroaches beneath my heels." She whispered, but it was quickly drowned out by the sudden screaming of the singer overpowering their senses, their hands flying to their ears as they all squinted, besides Vegeta, who ignored the annoyance.
"Her stride is such,
Mortals freeze,
When she walks past.
And she comes down to me.
And she offers me sleep.
Under her black wings.
Whoa oh, under her black wings."
The lights switched on at last to pink, flashing crazily now as the metal thundered, and she tossed her head back with a cry of her own anger laden emotion, her hands going to her hair, and pulling at the long curls that flowed all around her. She trailed her black leather gloves that went up to her biceps down her petite frame, made more striking by her full breasts in a shiny velour harness, strapped into a pentagram pattern that came up to the O ring collar around her neck, a fluffy red feather boa dangling from her shoulders. Then, Vegeta's eyes widened as she ran her tongue along her red lipstick, and hissed hatefully through her teeth as her hips began to gyrate, her gloves meeting the tightly laced bustier there, and tugging on the laces teasingly.
He grit his teeth and remained still even as her tempting motions made the other men go wild for her siren's dance, grimacing almost with pain as she bent down and touched her toes in her red stilettos, her black tulle skirt lifting to reveal the swell of her pale bottom, her feminine heat tucked snugly between, covered in lacy black panties that connected to the tights with garter clips. His chest rose and fell quicker as she righted herself and began to lose herself with the music, her legs swaying to the dissonance, head tossing side to side as she cried along to the chorus. Black tears fell down her face, as she took the feather boa and dragged it between the luxurious chasm of her breasts, then raked it daringly between her legs, his tail tensing with the sensual motion, watching how her slick black fingers dragged across the ruffled feathers, the textures evoking thoughts in his mind of how it would feel if it were his own tail.
"See she comes,
Blacker than pitch.
Have to make this fallen bitch.
All I want.
All I crave.
Demoness calls.
The bitch is come.
For those who wait.
Cross the breach in hell.
See she is
Bedeviled with breasts
Enchantment on legs..*"
He gulped, his mouth feeling much more parched now than it had before as he could only focus on her dance, and not the hooting and hollering of Raditz and Nappa beside him, even the other slave women were dancing, to entertain the men. Vegeta's vision had tunneled, and he had to grip onto his seat to ground himself back down to reality. First, came the gloves, with her teeth she stripped them from her wrists. She tossed one, and purposely hit him in the face, but he only caught it, and stroked the rubbery material in one fist as he watched.
"*She rides...
Let loose upon the world,
she is the night,
And my loneliness in bondage.
She's black,
And sin runs down her back.
She rides,
From the daylight in chains..."
Bulma giggled as she looped the boa through the O ring and pulled it through with her teeth once again, the motion animalistic as she pulled it vigorously with her anger, sending a torrent of red feathers floating around the stage. Bulma caught some in her hand, then bent down, and blew them at him sweetly, the smoky aroma of cigarettes and the sharpness of alcohol on her breath pugently erotic as the feathers cascaded down, and landed on him. Bulma reached below and cupped her generous breasts, pressing them together pleasingly, before letting them go, pulling out the bow of her corset.
"She slides,
Down inside your skin.
In time,
She will make you scream..
She's death,
In a cool black dress,
She rides,
In the night of your mind..."
Bulma pulled open her corset, and her pushed up breasts began to slide down to their natural placement in the leather, revealing more flimsy lace material beneath, the thick leather squeaking as she shimmied her way out of it, and pulled it away from her body to reveal her stomach. Vegeta wrenched her glove in his hands, his teeth gritting tightly in his mouth as he tried to ignore her dance, looking away as she moved her hands above her head and displayed her breasts in the flimsy top.
"She'll take you down,
She'll take you,
She'll take you around..."
He looked back at her one last time, loosening his jaw as he watched the way her ribs stood out from her body, the divots in her hips casting deep shadows where they should have been full. He'd seen it before, many times. An emaciated form was nothing new to him, he wouldn't bat a lash at it if this were any other planet. But this didn't make sense to him, was this not the planet of excess, with flavors abound? Fattening, sweet, cloying in the mouth? Then why was she so frail, and malnourished? Vegeta shook his head once, hardening his features.
"She'll take you down,
She'll take you,
She'll take you around.."
She became more erotic in her motions, slipping her tulle skirt down her hips to reveal the apex of her groin, the black lace thong straps sinking into the hollows of her hips, then the flimsy little skirt falling around her knees to reveal her sex, covered by only sheer panties. She stepped out of the skirt, and turned around, bending down again in front of him, and displaying her most private areas, tarnishing whatever dignity she had left. He was disgusted, so much so that he stood, and stormed up to the stage, grabbing her by the arm, and dragging her towards him.
"I've seen quite enough, servant woman!" He growled, and pulled her away from the sight of the slobbering men and his saiyan brethren, shielding her body from them with his own.
"Let go of me, I wasn't finished!" She whined, struggling to get free of him as if she were actually enjoying being eye candy to all these men.
"You're done doing your devil woman dancing! Do you think your charms can arouse me? I'm afraid it was the total opposite!" He snapped back harshly, slipping two fingers into the O ring, and using it to guide her backstage.
Raditz clapped his hands and laughed as the curtains closed, Nappa looking at him in question. Chi-Chi turned to Launch with a worried expression on her face, but the other girl only laughed mindlessly, ignoring the gravity of what could really be happening behind the curtain.
"Looks like Vegeta isn't too pleased, Raditz. Have another back up slave woman?" He said, still hoping that there would be one for him. Chi-Chi gasped, hiding behind Raditz, but Launch seemed unbothered by the men's conversation.
"Hm. I wouldn't say he fully abhorred it. It's hard to tell with him, but from what I saw, he seemed... captivated." Raditz mused, stroking his defined jaw with one hand.
"Maybe he couldn't take it anymore, and he took her to the back to have his way with her. He should be careful, she looks frail. He might break her." Nappa said gruffly, sneering. Chi-Chi gulped, and moved as far as she could away, on the very limit of her chain. She took it in both hands and tried to break it, but with no success, whatever it was made of was too strong for her to break with just her hands. She was afraid of Nappa, and what could be happening to Bulma.
" 'Break' her? No. A little earth woman like that, you'd be surprised what they can take if you don't use your full strength. Isn't that right, Launch?" Raditz intoned suggestively, reaching down with one hand to grip her bottom.
"Yes, Master Raditz. I can t-take it." The indigo haired girl nodded breathlessly, grasping his other arm for support as she stood on her tippy toes in her black heels, as if waiting for him to take action, the sheer pink negligee she wore so short that it exposed her small, round bottom, and the red lace thong tucked between her cheeks.
"I'd like to see you prove it." Nappa purred, making Launch quiver from his deep voice behind her. Raditz reared one hand back, and brought it down fast, clapping her on the round flesh of her buttock. Launch cried out, and her knees weakened as she reacted to the slap with pleasured cries, begging for the same treatment again.
"Thank you, Master Raditz," She panted, and he kissed her on the head as reward for her obedience.
"Can I try?" Nappa chuckled, and Raditz shrugged. "Just this once. She's my favorite, and I don't like sharing." He said, crossing his arms and baring his teeth at him.
Nappa rubbed his hands together, then reared one hand back, and smacked her pale bottom so hard the flesh rippled, blood instantly blooming to the surface in a large handprint as she fell into Raditz's arms, and collapsed, sobbing out tears of pain.
"Now you can see the limit these human females have, one more slap like that and you would've broken her hip, Nappa." Raditz said, laughing as he rubbed the girl's bottom. Nappa crossed his arms and huffed, disappointed he couldn't make her moan like Raditz did.
"I don't want her anyway. She's young enough to be my daughter." He said, raising one brow, and Raditz nodded.
"You want a woman with more meat on her bones, an older woman that might appreciate your rough handling better." Raditz reasoned, and Nappa agreed.
Raditz snapped his fingers, looking around the room. "Where is that damn minion when I need him? Oolong!" He snapped again, and then waited as there was movement in the shadows, a figure in the darkness growing, and seemingly forming from nothing. Yellow eyes opened, then there was the heavy clip of cloven hooves on the floor, as the demon pig approached, bowing on one knee before his master.
"I am at your service, Master Raditz. What do you require of me?" The pig rumbled, laying a pronged rake on the floor before Raditz's feet. Raditz stepped on his hand, stopping him from reaching the rake, as he leaned down to glare down at the pig's sweating red face, with ivory horns sticking straight up from between two curled ears, and slicked back black hair.
"We are taking a trip to West City. Be a good minion, be on your guard while we are gone. Do not allow any of the slave women to escape while Vegeta is breaking in his new one, got that?" He said gratingly, tweaking one of Oolong's ears.
"Yes, Master Raditz. You can count on me." The demon pig uttered reverently, and Raditz nodded, releasing him. The pig took back up his rake, which he used to prod the women like cattle.
"l'll be counting them when I come back." Raditz snapped, and turned about quick, his thick black mane whipping him nearly in the face as he turned sharply, and then gathered up Chi-Chi and Launch in both arms, taking flight. Nappa followed eagerly behind, his tail wagging with excitement.
Once they were far away enough, Oolong transformed back, panting with the exertion of using his shape-shifting ability. He glanced to see the females looking at him all expectantly, as he got a grip on himself, and shuffled over to the women sheepishly.
"Gotta keep up appearances, and all that. Who's hungry, girls? Let's get you all taken care of before you all get tucked into bed." He said bashfully, blushing as he traced circles on the floor with his hoof.
"Oooh, Oolong you're so cute!" A blue haired girl giggled, leaning down to kiss him on the head. He got a glance down her yellow leotard, and the pig turned three shades pinker, then waved his arms around to motion to them to hurry up.
"Go on, Mai, Maron, Ranfan, Hasky, all of you get going." He said to the women at the forefront of the crowd, the others behind them, lesser known women.
"Ok, Mister Oolong." Maron said, and kissed him on the head.
"And my allowance?" Hasky said, fluffing her flipped up blonde curls with one hand.
"You're kidding?" The pig uttered pathetically, then flinched as she pulled a gun from between her bosom.
"We're kept women, you want to keep your secret safe with us? Start paying." The girl said, curling one finger at him. Oolong grumbled and reached in his pocket for a few dollars, dispensing his pension amongst the women.
A girl with curly purple hair pocketed the dollars in her white and purple lace bra, and put her hands on her hips, puckering her lips.
"Coochie, Coochie, Coochie~" Ranfan said, and Oolong fell over onto his back, all the other ones laughing.
"He's practically helpless. But, we should go along with it for now, this gig is all we've got at the moment, and sometimes the end of the smoking gun is the best place to be." Mai said, helping Oolong back up. She wore a dark green and red lacy getup, her long black hair down to her backside as she picked him up, and carried him back to the kitchen.
"Whatcha gonna make for us, Oolong?" Hasky said, tagging along, all the girls seemingly content with their temporary master.
Bulma breathed raggedly as she was dragged behind the stage, the angry Prince taking her with him not speaking; just looking around at the rooms, pushing the doors open, and snorting at the contents of them. Beds, each room was fitted with a bed and blankets, but he wasn't taking her to any of them, instead he seemed to be searching for something else.
"Where's the prison? All I see are fucking beds, a slave camp should have a dungeon." He grumbled, and Bulma gulped, gesturing shakily with one hand, helping him when she should have been fighting against him, but she was so weak now from dancing she could barely stand.
"It's... at the end," She said raspily, her body slumping as he dragged her.
"Good. I was about ready to kill Raditz if I found out he hasn't been keeping you and the other bitches imprisoned." He said coldly, and Bulma flinched, thinking how they'd been locked in their rooms every night, wasn't that bad enough? Her eyes grew wide with horror; frightened thoughts running through her mind.
What does he plan to do with me? Is he going to... chain me up, and t-take me..?
They came upon the last room, which Vegeta had to pull Bulma's head into the crook of his elbow to unlatch the lock; smirking as he did.
"Stay still, it'll be just a moment now." He muttered, then there was an audible click as the door was opened. He let her out of the strong headlock, and she stumbled into the room, her body dead weight. Vegeta followed her in, and pulled her by her O ring again, until bending down and digging through a trunk for some specific objects.
"This will work nicely," He said, and rose a chain up to latch onto her collar. When Bulma heard the click of the latch on her neck, her worst fears finally took full hold over her, and she passed out, falling forward into his lap.
"Deplorable." Vegeta spat, picking her up, then draping her over his shoulder pad, looking around for a good place to restrain her until she woke up. He picked up a bundle of rope from the trunk, and hefted her drooping body once more, covering her exposed bottom with his hand as he walked down the hallway, towards the bedroom that was thick with her scent. He dropped her limp body on the bed, then turned and closed the door behind them.
Dawn was beginning to come as the small shacks at the edge of the city limits cast shadows over the parched farm lands, where a figure stood, still raking the soil there. A fire was at the center of the huts, some sitting around speaking lowly amongst themselves as one stood over a pot, stirring a vegetable stew.
"When will mom come home, dad?" A small voice asked, as a shadow sitting up against the hut lowered his head, making a sheepish sounding laugh, that was devoid of all enthusiasm. "I don't know, son. For now, we have to be careful what we say." Goku whispered raspily, patting Gohan's head, where his dragon ball cap had been discarded, the child looking tired and dirty.
The man stirring the stew made an angered huff at his stirring station, another dropping some torn up slices of rabbit meat into the pot. "Who cares if they hear us? I never knew you to be so careful about what you say, Goku." Yamcha grumbled, Puar on his shoulder sighing sadly in agreement with him. Krillin dropped the rest of the rabbit in, and licked his fingers clean.
"Soon, the others will be back, and we'll find out more about what's really going on there." He said, dusting off his hands.
"When you find out, don't tell me anything about... Chi-Chi. I couldn't bear to listen to another thing that Raditz has done to her." Goku said dejectedly, nursing an injured arm. It was nearly indecipherable in the shadows, but his injuries he received from his battle with Raditz were still healing, not to mention from the other day when he'd taken him into the barn just for fun, and strapped him down and kicked him mercilessly with Chi-Chi watching.
Raditz was ensuring that he came back every few days to make sure Goku wasn't healing enough to come back for her, he was sure of it. Either that, or Raditz was unwittingly doing this to make him stronger, but it couldn't be that. Not to mention, Goku didn't know the connection between injury and strength, he only trained in the traditional ways, unlike the others from space that would train in back-breaking conditions. The man raking tossed it down, coming back and sitting down by the fire.
"He's got Launch and Bulma too, Let's not forget. There's got to be some secret weakness that the saiyans have. Chiaotzu, did you find anything?" Tien said, turning to see the small fighter floating down from above.
"They left, flying towards West City." The white faced boy said, pointing in that same direction. "Ok. Good work. Come sit and have something to eat." Tien said, patting the ground next to him.
"It's bad enough they got Bulma already. I would hate to think what to think Raditz would do to her parents." Yamcha said glumly, then put his head in his hands, and began sobbing. "There, there, Yamcha, it'll be alright. Maybe Dr. Briefs can come up with something to help everyone!" The little cat said chipperly, and Krillin nodded, agreeing.
"Puar is right, her parents wouldn't let Bulma go missing like this. Capsule Corp has some high tech security, so I don't see how they could get into that fortress." Krillin reassured, though maybe he was over exaggerating.
They all nodded solemnly in agreement, Goku staring listlessly at the ground, his large hands hanging limp from his lap, where the fingernails had been pulled free with pliers, some of his fingers lumpy and broken. Raditz may have been his brother, but he was cruel. There was no speck of kindness in his heart that Goku could see.
"Daddy," Gohan whimpered, tugging on his father's tattered gi as he attempted to rouse him once again.
"Gohan, let your dad sleep, ok?" Krillin said gently, and the little boy hesitated, his tail twitching. "But, what's wrong with him?"
"Nothing's wrong with me, I'm just tired." Goku said softly, and smiled the best he could for his son.
"Everything will be ok, once I'm healed up, we'll go after them." Goku reassured Gohan, then pulled him close to sit between his legs while he rested.
Another figure approached from the shadow, a hulking form with two horns that made the rest of them tense up for a moment; anticipating it was one of the saiyans.
Then, he shrunk down, and they were relieved to see it was just Oolong, the pig with his head down as he walked up the dusty trail. He had been one of the men present to Bulma's little show, but he had been far too chicken, nor strong enough to do anything when the Prince took her behind the curtain. He approached the fire, and fell to his knees, exhausted from the long walk there and back.
"What's the news, Oolong? What did you see?" Yamcha said tensely, and the pig stuttered to answer.
"I-It's worse than we thought. They got Bulma, the Prince I mean, Vegeta. He's the Prince of All Saiyans, they said. Raditz, and another one named Nappa. He's big, but it's the short one that scared me." Oolong trembled, dragging his hands down his face.
"What happened? Tell me now, Oolong!" Yamcha snapped, grabbing him by the shoulders.
"W-Well, you see, things seemed to be ok when the Prince and the other one arrived, everyone was all dancing and having a good time, that was until they made Bulma strip."
"What?" Yamcha croaked out, swallowing hard. "Yes. And the Prince, I.. I couldn't tell you if he liked it or not. But he took her, and dragged her back to the dungeon. After putting the girls to bed, I high-tailed it outta there. I'm sorry, I was just so scared!" He whimpered, placing his face in his hands as his shoulders began to shake.
"It's ok, Oolong. If Bulma.. Launch, and Chi-Chi don't make it back, we can find the dragon balls and.." Yamcha began to say, but Tien stopped him, placing one hand on his shoulder, and gripping it tight.
"Don't say it, please. I don't want to hear you talk like that, Yamcha. We're not in such dire circumstances yet, talking like that is only a coward's train of thought." He said sternly, and Krillin laughed a bit uneasily.
"I don't know about you guys, but I honestly do feel a bit cowardly. I can't help it, they've got our friends. We were lucky Raditz said Master Roshi was too old to hold a rake. He's all alone at Kame House." He pointed out, so they had two different backup players that they could hopefully make use of in the future.
"And Ox King. Let's not forget, I'm sure Chi-Chi's dad is worried about her too. But, I don't want them to be brought into all this, guys. They may be strong, but these saiyans are on a much, much higher playing field." Goku said seriously, shaking his head sternly. "Come on, let's eat and go to bed." He said at last, and Yamcha nodded, picking up a stack of bowls, and beginning to fill them.
"We'll feel better in the morning. Tomorrow is another day." He said to give them all reassurance. The others could only hope that what he said was true.
Panchy paced back and forth in her bedroom, holding her fluffy pink bathrobe tight over her chest.
"Oh, oh dear, I just have the worst feelin'," She said worriedly, walking over to the window to stare out at the broken skyline. There were fires raging in the distance, screams and thumping music coming from all around, a sign of the gangs and delinquents now having occupied West City, free of police intervention. She glanced back to the bed to see that it was still empty where her husband normally slept, instead just a small black circle was there, as Scratch took a cat nap.
"He must still be tinkering away in the lab." She sighed, slipping on a pair of low heeled house slippers with white poufs on the open toes. "That sweet old husband of mine is so worried about his baby girl. Just like me." She whispered to herself as she made her way out of the room, and down the stairs quickly, for a woman her age she had quite alot of energy, her breasts bouncing in the silky shift she wore beneath the parted robe.
"Oh, Bulma darling, why do you always have to chase right after danger? Why couldn't you just stay home with your parents for a while? Now the whole world is ending, and we have this big house all to ourselves." She rambled on to herself, coming down to the ground floor. Well, I'll go and visit with my garden for a little bit. The backyard is safe enough, it's fenced in. She thought to herself, and walked out the backdoor towards the expansive gardens, coming up to a small well, and lowering a bucket down to fetch some fresh water to fill her watering can with. She hummed happily as she did so, wiggling her bottom temptingly, her eyes upturned naïvely to the dark sky behind her, where two shadows floated before the shifting clouds.
There was a rumbling sound behind her that made her turn her head slightly.
"Scratch? That you?" She said, then shrugged and began pulling up the bucket again, until setting it on the edge of the well.
She went to reach for her watering can, but only grasped air. Panchy turned around and saw nothing there, but felt a heat phase behind her, then a weight in the air surrounding her.
"Who's there? Stop playing games with me, Scratch, I don't like it!" She huffed, then turned around, and saw her watering can. She took it as it was offered to her.
"Thank you." Panchy said.
"Anytime, for a sweet gal like you." A deep voice rumbled, and she opened her eyes up wide, her sky blue depths darkening as she took in the tall, muscular man in dark teal and gold armour standing before her.
"Who're you? You're cute." She said with a giggle, backing away just a few steps, a drop of nervous sweat traveling down her temple. "Not so fast." A rasping voice came from behind her, then strong arms came around her, one cupping over her open mouth as she cried out for help, the other restraining her around the waist, making her drop the watering can.
"Well, do you want this one, Nappa, or should I snap her neck? Stop being so fucking shy, come claim your prize." Raditz demanded, and Nappa nodded, coming up, holding out a blue collar and chain that attached to his wrist like Raditz's.
Chi-Chi and Launch could only watch from where they were laying helpless on the ground, gagged by their collars, their wrists and ankles chained together as they cried tears of sympathy for Bulma's mother.
"What are you doing? I'm a married woman!" Panchy squealed through Raditz's hand, as Nappa affixed her with the collar, and groped one of her large breasts.
"I really like you. I'm taking you home with me, miss, what's your name?" Nappa whispered gruffly, taking her out of Raditz grip, and cradling her in his arms as she still struggled.
"My-my name is Panchy, but I don't wanna go anywhere!" She whined, and he shushed her. "I'm Nappa, but you are going to have to call me Mister, got that? I'm your Master now." He said with a gruff voice, stroking her blonde bouffant and flattening one side with his clumsy hand. She flinched away, but she wouldn't have much say on the matter now.
"Help me! Bulma, help me!" A familiar voice cried, and Bulma sensed that it was Panchy right away.
Why's mom here? She wondered to herself, then opened her eyes at last. She was trapped in a cage, she realized, one the size of nothing but a dog kennel, with a large wall of cages across from her. Inside the cages, she saw Chi-Chi, Launch, her mother, high-school friends, so many women that she couldn't place the names of, but recognized their faces.
"Mom! What are you doing here?!" She cried out hoarsely, gripping the bars before her, and shaking them as hard as she could.
"Goku! Krillin! Help us!" She cried, but it was useless, her friends were far away.
"Just be quiet," A baritone voice said huskily from beside her, and she turned to see Vegeta in the same cage as her, with a spiked collar on his neck, shackles on his wrists as his naked body was crouched over in the cage. She was flabbergasted; Why on earth would The Prince Of All Saiyans be in here with ME?
Bulma stared at him, unblinking, until noticing his tail coming around towards the front to conceal his groin. She looked away quickly; realizing her mistake, and covered her chest, and the space between her legs, although it was useless now, they'd both gotten a good look at each other, and had worse things to worry about than their nudity at a time like this.
"I don't get it, you're a Prince, so why are you in here with me?" She asked, and gulped as his dark eyes shifted back onto her, and he made a rough chuckle, indicating that he thought her question was ridiculous.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm trapped in here, just as you are." He responded, then laid down on his side in the cage, facing towards her, his arms wrapped around his head of spiky black hair.
"But, can't you use your strength to get us out? I can't stay in here, I'm not like you." She said, her arms crossed over her chest as she shivered. "I can't. Not me, by myself. I need help." He said hollowly, and she blinked, surprised by the words that came from his lips. Her teeth chattered as she looked around, eyeing the lock, and fiddling with it, to no avail.
"Lay down and get some rest, or you'll only prolong our suffering. Sleep, and dream of better days." He said, and Bulma turned to look at him oddly, but Vegeta didn't explain any further, he only looked up at her, and offered his hand to her.
"Will we die here?" She asked, taking his hand, and Vegeta nodded. "We may, one day." He said grimly, and she let out a shuddering sigh, the other hand clawing at her chest where her heart felt like it was being twisted.
"I feel like I'm dying more every day. When will this pain go away?" She cried, and he pulled her down to embrace her in his arms, his warmth surrounding her.
"Death is nothing. Black, cold, endless abyss... This is better." He whispered, and Bulma looked up from tear-filled eyes.
"Why? How could this be better?" She sobbed, and then gasped as she was silenced by his kiss.
The heat of his lips against hers would be enough to distract her from this pain, she understood now as she whimpered into his mouth and let him tighten his grip around her, on the dirty floor of the cage.
Bulma rolled onto her back, her vision foggy as her endless tears made heated streaks down the sides of her face.
"I'll show you something better than death, you'd think you were dying, but that would be much too sweet." He whispered huskily, then kissed down her neck, spreading her legs with one hand to caress the slick warmth there.
I don't understand, why is this happening? Why is my body so hot because of him?
"I hate you." She trembled, squeezing her thighs tight around his hand.
"Do you? Good. You should hate me, but love me as I take your body and use you how I like, we're both slaves but I was better, I never loved my master." He said hatefully back to her, plunging two fingers into her entrance as he bent down and bit onto her breast, the raw scraping of his teeth, and the curling sensation of his fingers as they pumped into her quickly, slipping messily through her moisture, making her moan wantonly.
"Prince, Prince Vegeta!" She cried out, watching how he grinned down at her, and feeling satisfied by his smile. She felt a blunt thump against her folds, and giggled, reaching up to stroke his face. He turned his face and snapped his surprisingly sharp teeth at her hand, drawing blood from her fingertips.
"Suck it, slut. Suck it for me." He purred, and moved her hand to her mouth, two of her fingers filling her mouth. She swallowed her saliva and blood, the coppery taste in her mouth lighting erogenous areas of her brain she had never even noticed before. Vegeta kissed the back of her hand, then they moved their hands in tandem down his chest, his chains jangling as she felt the divots in his hard abdomen, to the prickly hairs at the base of his erection, and they both gripped his hardened flesh loosely, guiding his rounded tip to her entrance.
"You want me, just as I want you. Put it inside of you," He growled, and Bulma felt her face flush, sucking her fingers in her mouth temptingly, as she pulled him down to fill her, moaning against her fingers as she spread her legs wider to take him, their bodies quivering as their connection was cemented, and she felt the brief pop of her wet flesh giving, and then his hips plunged down, filling her delightfully, stretching her body around him as he sunk his length fully into her, and pressed against her cervix.
She gasped and shuddered as he shifted his weight against her, watching how her breasts crushed up against his chest with the first thrust, then the second, bringing his gaze up to stare at her, leaving Bulma breathless as she watched how his deep, black depths were like inky liquid, drowning sadness, their tenderness invoking her cries furthermore, as they embraced, and made love on the floor of the cage.
Bulma squirmed, her body feeling hot with her pleasure, biting her lower lip and sucking it in as she revealed in the way the saiyan prince was fucking her so enthusiastically, his girth sweetly scraping her depths and plunging back in, pushing her further to her ecstasy as she squirmed and screamed beneath him, raking bloody scratches down his back, wishing this dream would never end. Then, the love spell was broken, and her eyes opened.
Warm sunlight was spilling across her bed, her blue, comfy bed, her own legs spread out before her drenched core, as she still recovered from her nocturnal orgasm. Blinking, she suddenly started struggling wildly, protesting against the ropes restraining her to the bed posts.
"No! No!" She squealed, her whole body breaking out in goosebumps as she quivered at the thought.
"Will you shut the hell up?" A gruff voice demanded, as Bulma looked around frantically for the source, then found it was right next to her, and let out a high pitched scream. Suddenly, he was above her, cupping his hand over her mouth. Bulma stared up into his face, seeing Vegeta no longer held that tortured gaze as he glared down at her, his gaze seemed heartless. There was no tenderness in those pitch irises.
"Seriously, what is the problem? Is the hunger eating away at your brain?" He grumbled, then let her go, rolling off of her to sit on the edge of the bed, naked. She watched the way his tail swished across the sheets, and how it was attached to the small of his back.
"Did we have sex? I'm all wet." She pouted bluntly, grimacing. She hoped it wasn't that, was it? At this moment, she was still having trouble deciphering her dreams from reality. He laughed, his hand going to rub at his forehead, the spiked band there moving as the chain connecting them was jostled from the motion.
"What a blunt question. No, we didn't have sex. But you were moaning all morning like a bitch in heat, it's about time you stopped that." He said, waving at her dismissively. The way she had called out his name was highly unexpected, and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not.
"But... I don't get it. Am I your slave? You could have done it while I was asleep, I might have enjoyed it." She sneered, crossing her legs. Vegeta walked around to the side of the bed, and began detaching her from the bed posts.
"I am your Master. Call me Prince Vegeta. And no, I wouldn't have taken that opportunity, because it would have been too easy." He said, and Bulma trained her eyes to look away from his body, but she couldn't help but want to check if he'd had a reaction to her or not. She glanced down, and had to hold her breath as she stared at his groin. He wasn't erect. But, even then, the view wasn't so bad on her eyes.
"Stop that." He growled, and tugged on her chain. "I didn't say you could look there." He snapped, and she looked away quickly, feeling ashamed. Why the dream, why the morbid attraction? She felt disgusting.
"You must be seriously famished, if you're chomping at the bit to stare at my flaccid penis." He remarked coldly, Bulma lowering her head.
"I'm sorry...Prince Vegeta. I am hungry, I haven't eaten much lately." She said, hoping to garner some sympathy with a bat of her lashes.
"Don't fret. Our morning meal is cooking as we speak. From now on, you will eat with me. Now, get dressed." He rumbled, then turned away from her, picking up his blue suit, and pulling it over his legs. Bulma agreed, she was hungry, and she regretted staring now because he most likely wouldn't forget it, and would probably use it to his advantage to embarrass her.
"Prince Vegeta? What should I wear?" She said timidly, tapping two index fingers together, and looking towards her dresser. For some reason, she was curious what he would choose for her slave costume.
Vegeta sighed, irritated, and pulled out the dresser drawers, flinging some clothes at her.
"Next time, don't ask me such a foolish request. You can pick out your own clothes next time, just don't parade yourself about like those concubines out there." He said, and she took the clothes off the floor to inspect them, tilting her head.
I can wear whatever I want?
Bulma stood shakily, moisture dripping down her thighs, which she wiped away with her hands before putting on the plain white underwear he chose, then dressed in plain blue jeans. She was attempting to put on the black tank top he picked, but couldn't do so with her collar attached to his hand. He noticed her tugging, and walked over, only half dressed himself, and unclipped her from his wrist a moment so they could both finish getting dressed. Then, just as she thought maybe she was free, she heard the metallic click on the choker once again.
"Damnit." She grumbled, and Vegeta snorted at that.
"It's not so bad. Could be much worse, you could be locked in a cage, with only the skin on your back for warmth." He snapped, and she was silenced, shocked by the similarity it had to her dream.
I'm not in a dream anymore. No, this is reality. Someone... Please help me.
A/N: And there we have it folks, another chapter. Let me know what you thought about everything. Also, suggestions are open for more Dragon Ball women to star as slaves, keep in mind they should be from DB, or early Z. Thank you for the reviews!