A while later, they were directed back down to the dining room, Bulma displaying her new garments with a grimace. She had hoped for a princess dress to match Vegeta's princely attire, but instead, she was given slave garments, from what planet, she had no idea. She looked like something out of a silly space movie with a sparkling pink veil over her mouth and nose. Her wild azure hair was pulled back by an elaborately patterned red headband with hidden combs that kept any stray hairs back, her freshly dried curls flaring out of the back. The get-up almost reminded her of what she had to wear as a teen on one of their adventures, but instead of white, poofy pants, she wore a long, red loincloth. Adding to the slave chic look were strappy sandals, a pink bandeau top with tiny sleeves that exposed her shoulders, and gold thread at the edges that crushed her cleavage together. Gold gauntlets adorned both wrists, and biceps. Replacing the cheap vinyl collar was something much more permanent, a gold choker encrusted with diamonds, and a retracting gold chain that attached to the handle presently in Vegeta's hand. It was flaunting, that she was sure of.
Piccolo should have been more careful with his generosity, for if she knew any better she'd say Vegeta pulled on the garments with a dark grimace crossing his features, reminding her of his ire. And yet, he was simply princely with the way he offered his elbow for her to take, and led her down the long corridor lined with royal blue carpeting, and tall, ivory support beams with carven embellishments.
A delightfully sweet scent made her stomach rumble suddenly, her hunger making itself evident where the hollow pit beneath her ribs was pitifully indented. She wanted to eat, but the sweet scents were almost pungent with the way they made her stomach clench, and throat constrict. Vegeta's strides drew quicker with purpose, and they came to the dining room where two green skinned guards framed the entrance.
One of them stepped before Vegeta, his hands out. "Your sword, please. No weaponry at the dining table." He asked, and Vegeta loosed the katana from where it was kept underneath his tail, setting it on the guard's open palms. The sword was just a decorative play toy, he didn't need it, he just liked it, much like the slave woman beside him.
"Welcome, take a seat." Piccolo said softly, and Bulma took a sharp intake of breath as she eyed two human women sitting beside Piccolo. She stared owlishly, thankful for the veil to cover up her mouth that was hanging open. She was hit with deja vu as she and Vegeta approached, and she got a closer look at the two women sitting at the dinner table. The dream that she had on her first night as a slave came back to her; the one where Vegeta took her on the cage floor, and she remembered where she'd seen these women. Sitting beside a very tall green man were Colonel Violet and Pilaf's henchman Mai, dressed nicely in girlish dresses. My princess dress! Bulma frowned, then was brought back to reality when Vegeta tugged on her chain, leading her to sit in the chair beside him, across from their host.
A servant pulled their chairs out, a small, impish looking little green creature that they hadn't even noticed was there before. It struggled a little with the heavy chairs, but managed. They sat, and Vegeta's chair was pushed in, but not Bulma's. She begrudgingly scooched her chair in, the legs making squeaky scrapes as they dragged on the waxy white floor. Bulma scooched in just enough so that her bust didn't crush up against the table when she realized the dinner had begun without her.
She glanced around herself and saw a delicious looking spread, first noticing that a massive roast boar cooked until it was brown and crackling was the centerpiece of the dinner, with a juicy looking apple wedged in its snout and treats surrounding it that looked to be glazed. A tall block of cheese with holes in it large enough to stick her hand in sat proudly on the table on a cutting block. Bowls of colorful vegetables were ladled with dressing, and there was a large loaf of rich looking brown bread, plus a tall decanter of milk so opaque that it looked to be a glass of perfectly pure zinc white paint.
The lord at the forefront of the table seemed to notice her slack jawed gaze, and snickered into his clear goblet of water. She noticed that he had very little on his plate, a small smattering of vegetables, and the thinnest sliver of pork. Vegeta on the other hand, kept nodding to the servant as he piled meat on his platter. She turned her gaze to see Colonel Violet and Mai also eating, and returned her attention to Vegeta's plate. She shifted slightly and tugged on his chain, and he spared a glance at her for a moment to slide a bowl of salad her way. She frowned at the greenery, what she really wanted was the dairy products and bread, and a big juicy slice of meat, but she took the bowl gratefully and dished herself out a serving.
They ate quietly for a time while Piccolo spoke, ignoring the sound of Vegeta's strong mandibles clicking as he ate without end, Bulma's eyes widening in embarrassment as she stirred around her salad, unbelieving in his sheer gluttony.
"As I was saying… The spread before you was all grown, and produced in my kingdom. I took the animals off their milled grain diet and switched it to a cleaner variety of grass, and allowed them to forage for their own nutritional needs. The cheese and milk came from stock fed on this. The vegetables were grown on my farms tilled by my serfs taught in the way of horticulture, and it was all cooked by humans." He said, and Bulma's eyes brightened with hope as she listened to the man, a shy smile forming. Vegeta grunted, and continued to masticate a thick slab of boar meat ribboned with fat and gristle, tearing the meat off of the bone. Mai held her hand to her mouth and paled as she watched him eat; visibly disgusted, but attempting to conceal it.
Bulma wanted so badly to tear the boar leg from his mouth, and bash him over the head with it for being so rude, but she couldn't. Vegeta truly had no manners, for being a prince, he sure wasn't acting like one at the moment and she realized that he was doing this on purpose. She furrowed her brows and reached for the items on the table she wanted now that no-one was paying her any mind, they were all attempting to conceal their disgust and morbidly fascinated by how much he could stuff in his mouth. How Vegeta maintains that trim little waist after eating like that, she had no idea.
Bulma buttered her bread, sliced some swiss cheese, and filled her goblet with milk happily, finding it a bit easier to eat this time around.
"Ahem." Piccolo cleared his throat, pushing his plate of wilted vegetables aside that he had barely touched. Vegeta sat back in his chair, and took a large cloth napkin and wiped his mouth and hands with it, then dropped it on his plate and crossed his arms. He had devoured nearly the entire boar until it was down to the carcass, leaving nothing but the head, hooves and curly tail.
Vegeta took a knife and cleaned his teeth while the Namekian across from him was patiently waiting, his hands clasped before him as the tiny servants worked to clean the table. It turned out that the last four of his hatchlings were capable of mating, and quickly; making small critters that could only grunt and hiss, with red eyes, and large green heads with visibly ridged brains. Piccolo called them his Saibamen, and he planned to make many more of them. They may be small, but they were vicious little fighters, and even a saiyan would be overwhelmed when droves of them swarmed all over his body.
Bulma gasped sharply and hid behind Vegeta when the servant hopped on the table to take her plate, where only the bread crust remained. They were switching the dinner dishes to dessert dishes, cooked by the humans in the kitchen.
Piccolo grinned smugly when the slave girl shivered behind her master, satisfied by her reaction that made the saiyan turn to him and scowl, looking at him from beneath his brow as his tail ticked against his hip.
"I take it by your voracious eating, that you enjoyed your dinner, Prince Vegeta. I hope you don't mind my Saibamen servants, they were just born today." He said pleasantly, and Vegeta shrugged. He didn't care about the tiny grunts, he could squash them under one boot.
"Hn." Vegeta only responded, looking away from the Lord, and towards the desserts being toted in. "..You certainly have done well for yourself, I have to say. My brethren have little concern for the quality of the land, and the crops produced from it. I'll be taking a few of your servants that know these methods." Vegeta said coolly, his casual demand making the Lord nod his head. "Of course. That's only fair, after all. I've taken one of yours." He gestured with one hand to the woman beside him, and Vegeta gave Mai a passing glance, just barely showing that he recognized her.
"...And?" He questioned flatly, Bulma narrowing her eyes at him. Piccolo's mouth moved but nothing came out for a moment as he considered his words to the saiyan.
"Without permission." Piccolo growled, and Vegeta laughed, tossing back his head and chuckling heartily. Bulma's face reddened, she wished she could just slap him, she felt so embarrassed to be chained to him at that moment.
"So..?" Vegeta finally said with a snort.
"I'm sure that Lord Raditz and Nappa will be.. displeased that one of their slave women is missing." Piccolo said slowly, collecting himself as a large white cake with strawberries was set on the table, along with bubbly pink Zinfandel wine with raspberries in it. Bulma would have been licking her lips and drooling deliriously for her favorite treats if only she weren't so furious. Vegeta acted as if a woman, a human being, being traded like livestock was no big deal. He should have been angry, offended, or something, but instead he was instructing a Saibamen to cut him a massive chunk of cake as Piccolo retorted back angrily, flabbergasted.
"T-The human females are not your property. Her name is Mai, and I have liberated her from your...sex dungeon..." Piccolo growled, baring his jagged fangs, and Vegeta smirked at him in the same fashion, curving his lip up to one side to bare his own sharp canines. Bulma's eyes stung with tears as she glanced at Mai. She was surprised to see the girl smiling happily, looking down at the table. Her cheeks had been pinkened by the way Piccolo defended her position as more than just a piece of meat, only good for jabbing your fork in.
"I've been told by my advisor, Colonel Violet, that Agent Mai is a master with weapons. She is intelligent, capable, and worth her weight in gold. I will pay you back for her if you so wish." Piccolo sniffed, and looked down his nose at Vegeta. The Saiyan Prince glanced at the woman in question, and considered his options. To Bulma's amazement, he looked down at her for confirmation.
"Is this true, is she indeed skilled with weapons?" He asked, having seen the women looking at each other multiple times in recognition. Bulma swallowed thickly, her throat bobbing against the gold choker.
"Yes… She is highly skilled with weapons and machinery. Mai is worth the money." She said softly, and saw Mai smile, tears trailing down her cheeks. She thanked Bulma silently with tear-filled eyes. Bulma nodded slightly. She hadn't been asked her exact worth in gold, or else she would have said Mai was priceless. Vegeta exhaled sharply and glared at her. Bulma met his gaze bravely, and he turned back quickly.
"Fine, I'll take payment for her, then. There shall be no repercussions on your part for our miscalculation. Raditz shall be reprimanded." He said haltingly, a vein pulsing in his temple. He was gripping the fork in his hand so tightly it bent as his cake went untouched. Vegeta had been sorely mistaken. He had never thought that she was capable of anything besides servicing men. Bulma smirked as she was served a slice of cake. She speared a strawberry on the prongs of her fork, and licked the cream cheese frosting from it, then took a long, satisfying drink of her wine.
The table went quiet as Vegeta ate his cake, the others following. Bulma felt smug with an old phrase going through her mind; You can't eat your cake, and have it too.
A terrifying scream resonated throughout the basement dungeon as a whip cracked, dark purple blood dripping down onto the cement floor.
"Tell us what your Master's true intention was sending you here!" Raditz demanded, rearing back the whip just to crack Piper with it again, Nappa standing off to the side, grinning.
"Nothing! Only to release the girl!" Piper cried out, then screamed again as the whip lashed across his already raw back, the green scales slick with purple blood and oozing pink wounds.
"Wrong! There has to be something! Is he planning to overthrow the saiyans?!" He shouted again, and Piper cried out in denial, he truly didn't know what else Piccolo wanted besides to stop the slavery against women.
"No! P-Piccolo just wants you to stop taking more earth women! That's all he wants, that's all I know! Please, have mercy!" He screeched, tears running down his pain contorted face. Raditz looked at Nappa and the larger man shrugged.
"Why does he care what we do with them? He agreed to join our cause." Raditz said, puzzled, and Nappa raised one brow.
"You sure he doesn't just wanna steal them for himself?' He grumbled, and Raditz mused on this, crossing his arms.
"Namekians aren't like us. I really don't know what his use for that woman would be." He said, and scratched at the back of his head.
"I dunno. Maybe we should wait to finish him off once Vegeta gets back." Nappa said, and Raditz nodded. "Right." He made sure Piper was shackled to the table securely, then headed out of the room along with Nappa. Piper laid his cheek down on the cold steel and sobbed, his green hued tears leaking down his face.
….
The women gathered together in the VIP room, attempting to distract little Gohan from the terrifying sounds in the basement as they all wondered about Mai's escape. Currently, the little boy was still sniffling as Panchy bounced him on her knee, and Marron and Ranfan were making silly faces to try and get him to laugh, Marron sticking her tongue out as she pulled down her eyelids. "Bleeh!" Gohan flinched back from her and cried even louder as Ranfan huffed, looking at Marron with her hands on her hips.
"What? I thought he would laugh!" She pouted, her large lilac eyes looking innocent.
"Don't do it like that! Like this!" Ranfan said, and batted her eyelashes at Gohan prettily.
"It's OK, little guy! See?" She gave him a big smile, and poked her fingers in her dimpled cheeks. "I'm happy!" She said, giving him a cheesy grin. Gohan stopped crying for a moment, his chin still trembling.
Chi-Chi had left with Suno to go make dinner for the saiyans, leaving the three here in the room together. They hadn't known where Launch and Hasky had gone, their attention solely on soothing the little boy.
"Oh, the poor little thing. Who knows what he's seen. I hope his father is doing alright." Panchy said, and smoothed out his black hair with both hands. Marron and Ranfan looked on with a sad gaze as Gohan rested his head on the older woman's chest, and started to doze off. Puar was sitting comfortably in the prongs of his giant pitchfork in his cat form, his tail hanging off and batting slowly back and forth. He was tasked with keeping an eye on the women, but simply couldn't keep his own eyes open. Once he heard the sound of Nappa coming up the stairs, his eyes popped open and he transformed into a large tiger again, not before poking himself in the butt with the pitchfork and sending himself bolting into the air, squealing.
Nappa paused at the doorway and snorted, seeing the feline minion land, wincing as he rubbed his reddened behind. Perhaps they should get better security too, after all they'd lost one woman now. He just didn't know where they could find any other strong warriors on this planet that hadn't already been annihilated.
"Alright Bunny, put that brat into a bed or something. I need a… uh, back rub before dinner." Nappa grumbled, and Panchy nodded, leaving with the boy while he left with the two remaining women trailing behind him. Puar looked on curiously, then followed after obediently; hating to think how the big brute would treat little Gohan if not for the women being around.
Launch thought herself pretty clever as she led Hasky back to the bedroom she shared with Raditz. Hasky was a little nervous as she gripped her hand, perspiring a little as she glanced at the honey hued blonde beside her. Something had happened that neither of them had expected. They had shared stories about their pasts and had hit it off almost instantly. Hasky was a Master Thief, and Launch was a bandit. Already they had something huge in common. Adding to that, Launch was taken with the platinum blonde, and thought it was terrible what Hasky had gone through with Nappa.
There was something fragile about Hasky that Launch found herself feeling suddenly protective of. Hasky was disgusted by Nappa and feared she would have to serve him soon. One-on-one was bad enough, but there was just something unsavory about what had happened. It seemed like Nappa was on some type of vile mission to impregnate the other women. Hasky couldn't imagine being intimate with him after he'd already been with so many women in one session, it just seemed…filthy. She was a little nervous, but Launch reassured her that she was safe with her and Raditz. Her master liked it rough, really. He never hurt her very badly besides with a spanking, or a slap across the cheek for disobeying his orders. It was never hard enough to cause bruising, simply a warning. Besides, Raditz enjoyed curling up with her afterwards and loving on her, kissing her from tip to toe all whilst purring like a big cat. Once satisfied, Raditz was harmless in her mind.
Women like Hasky, Launch and Chi-Chi were his preferred type because they weren't afraid to stand up and shout in his face, spit on him and inflict pain. This would be unacceptable in public, but in the bedroom Raditz enjoyed being demeaned, lashed and insulted by beautiful women before having his fill of them. He took pleasure in reaffirming who really was the Master, canceling out any of their claims. Launch was perfect in his mind because she was half submissive and half dominant, all he required to change his preference was for her to sneeze.
"Launch, don't think I don't wanna be with you.. But, in here? Do you have a death wish or somethin'?" Husky whispered, looking around the dark room, her eyes landing on the king sized leather bed, equipped with straps and handcuffs.
"Hehe. Oh don't be chicken. Come on, I promise Raditz isn't gonna mind." Launch whispered, and opened the tall cabinet beside the bed boldly. Hasky gulped and her knees buckled slightly as Launch pulled out a long, clear object and slid it through her hands.
"You need to be ready. I'm gonna teach you." She said with a sultry smile, and set the double ended dildo on the bed. Hasky's eyes widened at the length and girth of the object, but her body wasn't complaining. Her heart was racing from just being alone in the room with Launch.
"Don't go easy on me." Hasky said, stepping forward. Launch chucked, and placed her hand on her cheek.
"I won't," She breathed, and leaned forward to kiss her. Hasky closed her eyes and let Launch direct the kiss, her body quivering. It wasn't because she was a virgin, or a prude, but because of the other woman she felt like her body wanted to combust from just the softest touch. She didn't realize how badly she'd been craving this, until now. Hasky reciprocated the kiss hungrily, whimpering into it as Launch's hand sunk into her golden strands and tightened around the roots at the nape of her neck. She craned her neck back and moaned throatily as Launch peppered her neck with kisses, sinking her body between her hips.
Hasky was almost afraid to touch her for fear she'd look too eager. She didn't want to seem desperate, but she needed this. Launch's kisses turned into nips, then sucking as she slowly undid Hasky's tiny purple vest that crushed her breasts together. She sighed in response, her breasts relaxing on her chest as the tight vest was tossed to the side. Hasky could feel her heartbeat pounding beneath the quivering flesh of her breast as Launch's emerald eyes landed on her body, then trailed back up to Hasky's own dark teal eyes.
"Show me how bad you want me." Launch whispered huskily, leaning over her with both hands planted on either side of her head. Hasky nodded and waited for her next command, watching Launch straighten and begin removing her garments. Launch dropped her panties and crawled back onto the bed, hovering over Hasky's face. Hasky gulped but didn't hesitate to begin worshipping the pussy above her. She delicately spread her lips, and began licking with a tentative tongue. Launch groaned and reached down, her hand going inside Hasky's panties to begin stroking her clit. Hasky began to lick more passionately, her head rising off the bed to tilt so that she could properly tongue and kiss Launch's heated slit. It was becoming hotter with each stroke, the flavor more delightful. Hasky used her fingers to make passes over the slippery clit as her tongue dipped inside, and flexed against the throbbing walls it was surrounded with.
Launch cried out and bucked against her face, stroking Hasky so fervently her hand was drenched with the other blonde's fluids. Both women were aroused by the wetness, the throbbing of their sexes as they played them like well learned instruments. Hasky lost her reservations when Launch began grinding on her face, panting and begging for her tongue to go deeper. Hasky did her absolute best to please her, flicking her tongue inside until she tasted and felt the hot streams of Launch's orgasm flooding her mouth just as she soaked her own panties where the other girl's hand was still rubbing.
"Oh, Baby I want you," Launch panted, rolling over onto her back.
"Fuck me," she said, her emerald eyes filled with lust. Hasky hesitated, then laid over her, and kissed her. Their legs entangled, and hips moved in tandem to find release against each other's sensitive flesh. Hasky remembered the object that she was to use on Launch, and smiled as she pulled it closer. First she wanted to feel her skin against hers, to show her just how wet she'd made her in turn. They found each other's warmth and began rutting against one another. The feeling of sensitive skin, against the same tender flesh was erotic and explosive. Soon they were pressed tight to one another, moving desperately towards climax. Hasky's wetness was mixing with Launch's and it was delightful. It felt amazing, so good. But it could be even better. She reached and stroked the dildo against Launch's leg, who eagerly responded.
"Put it inside of me." She panted, spreading her legs. Hasky didn't hesitate at all this time, taking the phallic replica and pushing the clear bulb against the other woman's shiny entrance. It pushed in easily, Hasky licking her lips as the object stretched, and magnified her insides to her, turning the clearness pink. Launch gripped the other end and held it as Hasky slid herself onto it. She pushed it in a few inches and groaned. She wasn't sure how this entire thing would fit inside the both of them, but she was eager to try and find out. Launch moved her hips up and down to wet the artificial cock, bucking up towards Hasky as she did the same, looking up to her with a passionate gaze.
"Ride my cock," Launch crooned, stroking her own clit as she gazed up at Hasky with need. Hasky understood the command, and began bouncing on it until just a few inches were shared between the both of them.
Hasky and Launch both cried out as they worked out a rhythm, both bucking their hips to make the inanimate member move inside of them, their folds grazing together and sharing their liquids. They were so lost in their own world, that they never even noticed the change in their surroundings.
Raditz had come up to look for Launch, it was time for dinner and his pet was missing from her leash. Now he came in, and saw the two woman having sex and he couldn't take his eyes off of them for a solid five minutes. In that time he'd been stroking his erection, and holding back his grunts by biting his lower lip. Raditz swayed his tail side to side with how pleased he was. Two beautiful blonde's were fucking on his bed, one just as horny and desperate for a real cock as the other. Well, little did they know, he had just what they wanted. Hasky and Launch didn't stop moving until they both became weak, trembling with mutual orgasms. Raditz smirked as Hasky collapsed atop Launch, the clear object now invisible between them as it was sunken so deep in their bodies and covered with their creamy cum.
Raditz was just a little bit angry that all this had been done without him. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a small black bottle, then poured the contents into his hand. Not even the sound of the drawer closing alerted them to who was in the room. Raditz stroked the liquid onto his rock hard cock, the skin moving delightfully with his hand as he rubbed the lubricant in. He was already highly sensitive, but the special black currant lube make his blood flow quicken and within seconds he felt his skin tingling, his organ hardening impossibly further as the rosy tip turned a flushed lavender hue; his arousal was that intense.
Raditz came to the side of the bed, and dripped the rest of the oil down the two women, even though they were already slick with cum, two openings were already occupied so he had to make do with what was left. This was exactly how he would dole out their punishment. Hasky and and Launch felt the oil gliding down their backsides in their shared slumber, only making small moans of contentment, Launch hips moving. She made a soft sneeze in her sleep and transformed to have indigo hair. The little harlot was acting a whore for some… plastic penis with two ends, something that no man, not even a saiyan could replicate for them. That was it. Raditz surged forward and plunged himself deep into her ass. Launch screamed herself awake, Hasky screaming as well out of sheer surprise. Raditz grabbed both women and pulled them close, rutting up into the tight cavity of his pet, then pulling out quickly and driving himself straight into the platinum blonde's pretty little anus. Hasky cried out in agony, shocks going through her body as a new part of her was invaded, and her very insides rebelled against it. It didn't last long until it was inside her friend again, again and again, the two women cried out as Raditz laughed at their pain, which soon became their pleasure as they grew accustomed to his girth invading them. They moved with him, the double ended dildo inside making the fullness all the more tangible as their insides became more tight and sensitive, the feel of his jutting cock against the thin barrier between both orifices pressing against sensitive veins that had never been touched in such a way.
"Raditz!" Launch cried out as he pumped against her until he was deep in her crevice, grunting at the delight contractions her anus made around his base as he drove himself deep. "You slut, you dare you betray me. You're so vile, so low to masturbate yourself with this woman. Am I not enough? Do you want more?" He growled, ploughing her more aggressively.
"More! Master Raditz, give me more! Fill all of us!" She cried out obediently, Hasky gasping as the dildo was yanked out of their warmth violently, ripped away with all the accumulated skene that had made the swelling in their lower abdomen suddenly give as the release gushed out. Raditz snickered and flipped Hasky off of Launch so that she was laying on her back, and could now see the man standing over her with a thick, dripping dildo in his hand, and an erection that though it had only one end, was thicker and equal or more to the length of one end of the object. Launch turned around and spread her legs, so Hasky did the same with a nervous gulp, her eyes wide as Raditz's dark onyx bore into hers.
He made a half moon shape with the device and pushed it into both their backsides to fill the gaps that he could not fill. Once it was in both of them, he pulled the two women closer and hooked their legs over the opposite sides so that the dildo went as deep as possible. Now he stared at their two slick slits hungering for his length, and grinned.
"I forgot to introduce myself. You shall call me, Master Raditz and nothing else. I see you two are already friends." He said, Hasky looking down as he seemed to be directing the conversation to her pussy, which he waved his dick in front of as if in greeting. She almost wanted to laugh but she was too busy anticipating how good it would feel inside of her. "It's… Nice to meet you, Master Raditz." Hasky said softly, and he looked up at her and grinned, then she felt a warmth pushing against her. "Good girl. Hasky." He grunted, then shoved forward and spread her lips around his thick length as it drove up into her belly all in one thrust. She cried out and Launch grabbed her hand, holding it. She squeezed her hand and then felt her body coming undone with each powerful lunge that her walls flexed around, the tightness of having him inside her wetness now, and the dildo still trapped in her cavity was fantastic. She reached over to feel Launch's clit and was surprised to feel his large fingers already there, two filling the empty space.
Hasky and Launch both moaned to the heavens as he completed, and approved of their union with his joining.
Not long after, both were leaking with his cum as he took turns fucking their whorish holes, pumping them full to impress his dominate role on both women, as he would repeatedly, until their desire, and his claim on them was sated entirely.
One minute Bulma was sipping wine at the table, and now here she was in the sitting room with the other dinner guests. She looked around herself curiously, finding herself lounging in a chaise, Lord Piccolo and his two female cohorts sitting beside him, and Vegeta sitting by his lonesome in an armchair right beside her.
He took a slow sip of the dark brown liquid in his glass, his dark eyes landing on hers for just a moment.
"Are you positive that's what you want?" The green Lord asked, leaning forward in his chair with an incredulous look on his face. Both Mai and Violet looked surprised, then visibly pleased as they smiled at each other.
"Would I have said it if I didn't want it? Yes. You may keep your stuffy castle, with all its amenities and frilly flower gardens. Think of this not as a peace treaty, but as my second-hand bestowment." Vegeta sneered, a scowl on his face. Lord Piccolo sat back, his brows furrowed in confusion.
"What is the meaning of this? Am I then king?" He questioned sharply, one hand clenching his robes.
"King, Lord, President, whatever you would like to call it. It's not my concern how you deem to title yourself. I am The Prince of All Saiyans, and you may have your Namekians and.. human slaves."
"I don't understand." Piccolo said in awe, Mai and Violet clutching him by the shoulders and looking on in wonder.
"There is a greater enemy than humanity to vanquish. These streets, they race with their vehicular traps. The humans are an infestation that hides in every nook, every cranny, but still I prefer them to what you can find in space. I'm not sure what my comrades have told you. But whatever they have, take it seriously. Lay your eggs, grow your city how you please. There's much more at stake than just the sanity of a few women here. Men would cower, soil themselves in fear, Saiyans would tuck their tails between their hides if what I spoke of here left this room today." Vegeta said seriously, leaning forward. He looked ever the Prince in his royal garments, but more so in his speech, and the eloquent movements of his expressive hands.
"I have been informed of The Enemy by Lord Raditz, your Highness. What would you have me do? I can assist with my strength as well." Piccolo growled, the veins pulsing beneath the green skin of his forearms indicating that his blood was growing heated from talk of The Enemy. Vegeta stood up quickly, and began taking brisk strides back and forth across the red carpet, his white boots with gold tips crushing the piling beneath with a soft squeak of leather.
"Fight. Train, strengthen yourself and your men. Pit yourselves against one another until near death. Kill anything outside this kingdom that moves aggressively towards you. Outsiders cannot be trusted. Insiders cannot be trusted. Always keep vigilant. He will have spies at every corner, but we will be watching." Vegeta growled through grit teeth, Piccolo nodding.
"Understood. And what of you? What shall the saiyans do? How will you erect battlements?" He questioned, tenting his clawed fingers together. Vegeta stopped his aggressive pacing all at once, then tossed his head back and laughed. The deep octaves grew to cackles as he held his heaving stomach tight. Bulma furrowed her brow and crossed her legs, still sipping on her pink Zinny with strawberries.
Vegeta finally settled down, wiping a single tear from the corner of his eye, then looking at the tiny bead of moisture on his glove as if in deep contemplation.
"Battlements will not make a difference. But we'll build them anyway. We'll rebuild. That's what we'll do." He muttered softly, then flicked the tear off his finger. Piccolo nodded silently.
"...Enjoy the accommodations as long as you would like. I shall retire for the night." He said, and stood up. Mai and Violet followed quickly, bowing to Vegeta obediently as he turned to eye them. He nodded once. The large Namekian and his two small female companions made their way out of the sitting room, both holding around his biceps and staring up at him as if in awe.
"Stop crowding me." He grumbled, and shrugged them off once they were far away enough. The two women giggled, finding their Lord's embarrassment amusing.
Vegeta smirked, then turned to see Bulma doing the same, her large blue eyes impossibly filled with curiosity.
Vegeta took the drink out of her hand and sniffed it. He frowned and dumped it in a nearby potted plant. Bulma opened her mouth to object, then stopped herself. She probably had already drank too much, so he was doing her a favor by dumping it. Her mind was racing with all she had heard of this enemy threat. Who is 'The Enemy'? Why did Vegeta relinquish his castle to Piccolo? Why do they have to train so hard? How can they build battlements with no castle-
"Girl." Vegeta said, then watched how her lively eyes seemed to flicker with the thoughts from within. She put her hand to her chin and began to gnaw on her nails anxiously as she battled the storms raging within her head.
"Bulma." He said darkly and with seriousness, the way he spoke her name in his foreign accent causing butterflies to tickle in her stomach. BUTTERFLIES!? Bulma scolded herself, appalled that her body chose this man to feel girlish before. He was a murderer, a cruel slave master! But, he was also a prince. Watching how he delegated with Piccolo had lit sparks within her mind. Vegeta was an intelligent, capable man. If this were another world that wasn't decimated by aliens then perhaps he would be the type of man she would admire from afar, but never pursue for the sake of their clashing personalities. They would never get along for long, before biting at another's throat. That thought alone caused inappropriate visions to flood her mind, of him biting her with those sharp canines she noticed all the saiyans had. They were primitive savages but Vegeta spoke like ever the pinnacle of eloquence. He did not eat with proper etiquette as shown in the dining room before, but he always carried himself as a Prince.
"I've called your name once, I'll not sour my mouth with it again." He growled, and pulled her up roughly by her chain. Bulma got to her knees on the couch and glared up at him as he held the golden leash. She let out a sigh, which made him crinkle his nose.
"You've had far too many drinks, vile woman." He sneered, then offered his hand to her to take. Bulma smirked. In one hand he held a leash, the other he offered her assistance like the Prince he was. It was up to her to choose which path she would take. She took his hand tightly and smiled. Vegeta pulled her up, and she stumbled into his side, giggling. She covered her mouth with one hand to stifle the giggles. Bulma didn't know why it was so amusing to watch him struggle to keep her upright. She fell into him again, this time landing one hand on his stomach, and the other on his back. Bulma had an evil idea, and grasped for his tail. She was quickly proven just how bad of an idea that had been after her hand just barely grazed the soft fur. She found her world upside down suddenly, and landed on the carpet. Vegeta was upon her immediately, his dark eyes blazing. She could only squeak in response timidly as he rumbled deeply in his chest at her, a warning.
Vegeta pinned her to the ground by her wrists and weighed her body down with his own, his tail lashing as he revelled in her submissive state. Her eyes were filled with fear, her cheeks flushing a pretty rose shade.
"Do not ever touch there again… Would you allow me to grasp a hold of your spine and squeeze it?" He asked dangerously, and Bulma shook her head in refusal quickly.
"Never! I'm sorry… Prince Vegeta. I won't do it again." She said meekly, biting her lip. She said that, but she knew she'd get the chance once again. She lied to sedate him.
"Good. I'm thinking about how I can punish you now… would you like that?" He purred, moving his body over hers in a suggestive motion. Bulma felt her body almost melting from his heat. Yess… What am I thinking?!
"No… please don't hurt me." She said softly, and he sighed, pushing off her and onto his hands.
"Remember that, then. You know I'll do it. If you misbehave, I won't listen to your pleas for mercy any longer." He growled, then took her over his shoulder roughly. Bulma was face down over his red cloak, her throat constricting as she fought back both her tears, and her urge to release the contents of her stomach. She watched as he glided up the stairs, trying to calm her heaving stomach. She had behaved today, or so she thought. She ate all her dinner, and didn't speak a word during the meeting unless she was asked to do so. Bulma was as perfectly docile and submissive as can be. It took all she had in her to do it, but she had done it for today. At least, she would let him think so.
The door slammed and they were back inside their suite. He tossed her on the bed and stared down at her.
"Undress completely." He said, then unlatched her from his wrist and turned away, strolling into the bathroom with a proud gait. Bulma had gasped so hard when he spoke his command that there was an audible sound, her eyes fish-like as she stared at his back in shock. Was tonight the night he would use her body? She shuddered. Bulma began to undress, numbing those thoughts as she removed each sparkling, delicate garment, including her red thong panties and her garter stockings. She looked at the garter and gasped. A steak knife was tucked under the band. She covered it with her hand and her heart raced as he opened the door to the bathroom again. Bulma turned and saw that he was nude as well. She tore her eyes away quickly, not wishing for his ego to grow any larger than it was already. She also didn't want him to think she desired him by staring too long at his sculpted, perfect body, then examining what was behind his belt. She heard the sound of water trickling, and turned her face at last.
Vegeta was pouring a pitcher of water straight on the floor it seemed. She gave his back a dirty look, then saw what he was actually doing. There was a metallic sound followed by the trickle of water, which when she saw the source it originated from, her nose crinkled in distaste.
"Come here, pet." He said, and Bulma found herself making a small growl in her throat at him, taking on the habit he had to express her feelings on the matter. Vegeta chucked softly, then turned to face her. His smile was genuine, but the dark cast of his eyes was deadly in the low light of the room, only lit by candles.
"Now." He said sternly, and she made her way off the bed, deftly hiding the steak knife under the blankets.
"Crawl on all fours." He commanded, crossing his arms. She was about to growl at him again, but then she stopped herself. She was not his pet, or this animal he wished her to be that was content with being dragged along on a lead.
"The longer you make me wait, the longer your punishment will be." He teased, and that's when he saw the object in his hand. It was a long, black stalk with a tiny triangular part on the end. She wasn't quite sure what it was, but she was wary of the way he tapped it on his other hand threateningly. Bulma bit back her pride and her knees hit the floor. She was embarrassed by how her breasts swung side to side as she crawled slowly on all fours, her ass up in the air, and eyes to the floor to keep from having to look up at his smug grin.
She crawled until she was at his side, and waited, seeing the small metal commode on the floor filled with water. Her vision was still swimming, but she managed to hold back her gorge as she waited for his next command.
"You let yourself become shamefully inebriated at dinner tonight, and ate nothing but fattening cake and cheese. I gave you salad but you pushed it aside so that you could indulge yourself. You're acting like a spoiled princess." He stated sharply, with a perfunctory snap on her bare bottom. She cried out with surprise, then felt his hand caress where he had hit.
"I'm sorry!" She cried, looking up at him with a pleading gaze.
"I bet you wished you had a princess dress like those other women, didn't you?" He purred, and Bulma nodded her head, blinking back tears. Snap! He hit her with the riding crop. Vegeta was very pleased to find this included in the 'amenities'. He wasn't sure if it was a joke, or a peace offering on Piccolo's part, but Vegeta was very pleased that he'd been given toys to use on his pet.
"Didn't you?" He repeated, hitting her again.
"Yee-es!" Bulma moaned, then broke off as he stroked the reddened area on her pale cheek. "Good. Now drink. You need to, and this is your only option." Vegeta said, nudging her towards the bowl on the floor. She felt her leash click as he pulled the retracting handle and gulped as the cool metal collar was pulled up. "Drink or get whipped, woman." He said flatly, and she gazed up at him once again. Vegeta's face was hard to see in the soft candlelight, but he was still smiling at her, a candelabra in one hand. Her eyes widened and she lowered her face. Bulma examined the steel chamber pot before her. It looked relatively clean, but for a few black specks on the bottom that she hoped were just chips in the metal. She couldn't be sure, and it made her guts turn.
Then, she felt heat scald her backside and her body jolted. Vegeta had taken a candle, and allowed it to drip wax onto her lower back. The pain only lasted a second, like the whip, but it was startling. She looked up at him with a pleading gaze once more, and found her legs quivering beneath her as she stared up the path of his thickly muscled thighs, to his groin, where his heavy jewels hung in a thick patch of black hair. Her eyes darted quickly away to the ripples of his abdomen, and the thick slabs of his pectorals that suddenly twitched as he moved the candle again as a warning.
Bulma looked down at the water and used her lips to suck up the cool water.
"I want to hear you lap it up like a dog." He growled, and she trembled from his command, squeezing her thighs together. Bulma squeezed her eyes shut, and stuck her tongue out to lick the water. There was a small splash, which she felt another large drop of wax hit her back for in return. She gulped down the cool water in confusion.
Then she realized what he wanted, and sighed. Bulma licked the water again, the cool moisture sliding off her tongue as she attempted to take it in sloppily like a canine, but found she couldn't. She sighed with frustration, then looked up at him in defeat.
"I can't. I don't have a big enough tongue." She pouted, feeling her excuse was silly.
"Show me your tongue." He said in a gravelly voice, and Bulma shuddered, then let her tongue out of her lips coyly. He didn't respond so she showed him more, stretching it out as far as it would go. She was surprised to hear a purr from his chest.
"Good pet." He said, then picked up the bowl and offered it to her. Bulma cringed, but she would take her reward rather than her punishment.
"Keep that tongue out for me." He whispered, and she did, looking up at him from on her knees in this provocative position. Tongue out, breasts with hardened tips as her knees buckled on the cool floor. Vegeta set the candle back into the candelabra, then tilted the bowl towards her. She closed her eyes and let him pour the water down her throat, keeping her breathing as even as possible. She gagged, coughing up water.
"Breath through your nose." He growled, and she nodded. Bulma stuck her tongue out again. She knew exactly what he was doing... this wasn't all about her being punished for drinking water. She felt like perhaps he knew what he was preparing her for. Her gut feeling tight as it was already, she felt the water cascade down again and did her best to swallow it. After she'd gulped four or five times he let up on the stream. There was still a little water left but he set the bowl aside and pushed on her head to make her get back down on her knees. Bulma's stomach felt heavy and her bladder tight as she did.
She prepared herself for what was about to happen next, squeezing her eyes closed. She waited for the feeling of candle wax dripping down her back again, or maybe the crop once again. It was a long time she perched there before glancing through strands of her hair carefully, only to see Vegeta standing there, staring at the whip in his hand, then at her back. She frowned upon seeing a haunted look on his face, his hands just slightly quivering. She wasn't sure what to say. 'Aren't you going to punish me?' seemed too much like she wanted it, and asking him what was wrong seemed more sympathetic than she knew he would approve of.
"Prince Vegeta..?" She said softly, and turned slowly around to sit by his feet. She had done as he asked, wasn't this what he wanted?
"It's time for bed." He remarked softly, letting the crop fall out of his hand. She looked up at him coyly as he blew out the candles and pulled the sheets back. Bulma swallowed thickly; not sure if he wanted to chain her to the bedposts again tonight. She hoped not. The last time she woke with terrible muscle aches and had horrible nightmares.
"Your place is here with me, not on the floor." He murmured, slight irritation creeping into his voice. Bulma stood and brushed the dust off her reddened knees, then crawled to the other side. She laid facing away from him, staring at the wall a few moments before feeling a heavy arm fall over her hip and pull her closer. As he pulled her into his warmth, Bulma let out a shaky sigh. It was a small comfort that she felt she should not be enjoying.