Vegeta's heart was hammering in his chest, not unlike during the heat of battle. The slave woman had done something he hadn't expected, at least not since their first meeting, during which she had attempted to throw a pizza cutter at his head. She snapped at him, even aimed her knee at his groin in preparation to make an impact. Vegeta had to admit that something about her insolence was respectable. It was foolish, and yet he commended her for it.
"If you were trapped in a cage of snakes, I'd leave you there." Her seething words still repeated in his mind even as she was now pitifully sobbing. She clearly hated him, not that he blamed her. Then, after he retorted back, she'd turned it around to shove his insult back at him, pointing out how he was at a disadvantage due to his moment of weakness when he'd utilized her throat for his own pleasure.
"..You seemed to like mine well enough." She purred, making his blood boil as she gripped his armor and stared up at him with those goddamn eyes. Blue, glistening, and full of heat. Blood rushed to his face and he flew as fast as he could, not caring if it whipped her own hair in her face and crushed her body to his even more. He had to make her be quiet for awhile or else he'd find himself using her in an unsavory way once again.
Once the heat faded from his pounding temples, Vegeta was able to regain his cool. What was that? He'd never seen Bulma respond to him in that way, as if she actually found him attractive. It honestly made his skin crawl. He slowed down as they approached their home base, noticing how heat was soaking through his armor and wetness crept down his chest. Bulma wiped her eyes and hesitantly glanced up at him. Vegeta hovered in mid-air, eyeing the dilapidated city surrounding him with disdain.
Bulma gulped. Why hasn't he gone inside yet? Does he have something to say to me? Or does he just want to punish me now, like he promised? She wondered, watching his callous face for answers. There was something odd about how he punished me last time, though…as if he couldn't finish it. Perhaps it would have been better to have her life quickly snuffed out like her father's, anything but this. Coming back 'home' only meant another day of suffering. Another night for him to potentially violate her, another day of watching her mother be degraded into a willing sex slave, unlike herself.
Vegeta glanced down at the girl, noting how she looked almost disappointed that they were returning to the strip club.
"It won't be much longer… Soon I'll have more suitable lodgings." Vegeta grumbled. Bulma had barely any time to ponder his statement before he lowered her down to the window of her apparent room. He opened it and pushed her through, before following after her, Bulma scurrying out of his way and falling back on her rear as he landed.
Vegeta let out a "hmph" as he stepped over her, the retracting leash clicking as he did. He sighed irritably as he remembered that the two of them were connected by that damn leash. He let go of it, and the chain went slack.
Bulma gasped, feeling a brief sense of freedom if not for the collar around her neck. Vegeta looked at her from the corner of his eye and smirked.
"Change into something more… plain. I'll return shortly, and I expect you to be on the bed waiting" He demanded in a huff, then breezed out of the room, locking the door behind him. Bulma blinked, looking at the door, then down at her outfit and felt a small bit of relief. She was more than ready to take off the gaudy slave costume and slave collar, but why did he request for her to wear something 'plain', of all things?
Bulma always knew of slave women from media such as Princess Leia in Star Wars and Jeannie from I Dream of Jeannie, some unwilling, and others feeling they owed their 'Master' some type of gratitude. They always dressed sexy, but now he was telling her to dress plain?
What does he even mean? Plain strange, that's what he is. Bulma thought, then got to work undoing her heavy gold collar, finding the hidden sliding button mechanism Piccolo had put in it. She released the button, the collar dropping to her lap. Bulma's eyes sparkled and she gasped in glee with thoughts of freedom, only to come to her senses seconds later when she recalled the steep drop to the hard ground below, and that the door was locked. Her smile faded and she glanced towards the bed, recognizing the shackles hanging off the bedposts taunting her to come sit, and resign to her fate.
…
Raditz wiped his mouth, grimacing. The food the redheaded girl had made was sup-par at best. Panchy had made dessert, but Raditz was less interested in sweets; not having acquired the taste for them yet. Maybe he'd been spoiled by all the Earth delicacies he'd recently discovered. His palate that had once been accustomed to eating raw meat and gore was now distinguishing flavors and finding ones it preferred, just like with women. But, Suno's meal was edible and he would eat almost anything on an empty stomach. Saiyans burned off food quickly, especially after fighting or fucking like he'd been doing so often recently, his last conquest being Chi-Chi. She was nowhere to be seen now, likely hiding in her room licking her wounds after their rendezvous. He pushed his chair away from the table and pulled Launch out of her chair and directly into his lap. The girl tumbled like a ragdoll and even giggled a little. Raditz frowned, his tail twitching.
"Next time, you and Chi-Chi cook" He muttered to the blue haired girl, and Launch's eyes widened in surprise. She nodded quickly, ever the obedient one. Hasky followed, sitting on his other leg. He placed his arm around her waist and looked smug, picking meat out from between his sharp canines with a fork. He may not have had the best dinner, but he had a wonderful appetizer that he was still finding himself reminiscing about even as he held his two more obedient slaves on his thighs. Chi-Chi had been a fighter, and a female that fought back satisfied his hunger in both a sensual and
a more primal way. Aggressive women seemed to be the most attractive to him. He understood why his brother had chosen her and not the redhead, but maybe it was in his best interest that he put Suno to better use, somewhere else than the kitchen.
Suno set down her fork and frowned at the long haired Saiyan, feeling angry over his apparent dislike. That wasn't the case with the bald one, who was still gorging himself on the remnants. Soon there would be none left even for Vegeta to eat, but Nappa hadn't considered that yet. She began picking up dirty dishes, toting them back to the kitchen with a sad sigh. Panchy, Marron and Ranfan stuck by Nappa's side, having no other choice. Their leashes were attached to his spiked wrist cuffs as his massive hands shoveled more food in his mouth. Oolong got up from the table and followed Suno to the kitchen, watching her moves in case she attempted anything devious.
"Could you fetch that dish, Mister Oolong?" Suno asked sweetly. Setting his rake aside, he grunted his agreement, only for the two women to pile dishes on top of the one already in his arms, giggling as they did.
Raditz watched the big, red-skinned demon boar follow after Suno, slightly burdened in his walk, and narrowed his eyes. There was something odd about the way the women acted around the guard, as if they weren't afraid of him. He could swear they treated him more like a servant than a fearsome guard, and Oolong seemed more docile than he would've preferred.
"Maybe I should knock some sense into that swine before he becomes bacon." Raditz grumbled, beginning to sit up. Launch gasped and quickly moved to distract him, perching on his lap and shoving her breasts in his face. Raditz grunted and shook his face from her cleavage, holding the girl up by her shoulders.
"What's your problem? Are you friends with that.. pig?" He sneered, disliking the idea of his slaves giving special treatment to anyone but him. Launch blinked her big violet eyes and shook her head vehemently.
"Of course n-not! He scares me!" As she squeaked her protest, her blue curls bounced around, tickling her nose until the point it began to twitch. Raditz stood, moving away just in time to avoid the sneeze he anticipated. She changed to blonde, then blinked up at him and scowled, clenching her fists. Hasky came to her side and did the same, both blondes seeming extra defensive for some reason. Raditz's tail twitched with interest as he considered whether or not he felt like using them both so soon after eating, his cock twitching with excitement as well. Raditz was so engrossed with the tempting women that he actually forgot about further investigating their relationship with the pig.
"There you are, Runt." Vegeta's gruff voice came up behind him, completely snapping Raditz out of his horny fog. Nappa lifted his face from the bowl he was licking to suddenly look up as if he'd seen a ghost. Vegeta wore new armor, the style slightly altered to look more slimming than the bulky, broken set he normally wore. Not only that, his body suit had been replaced, a red and blue flocked cape with gold chains and shoulder clasps made the look complete– giving him the appearance of a true prince, not far off from how his father had looked in life.
"Prince Vegeta." Came Nappa's respectful greeting.
Raditz looked over his shoulder and acknowledged his prince with a slight nod.
"Did you need me, Vegeta?" Raditz turned, towering over Vegeta. The blondes tucked under his burly arms held hands as they wrapped their arms around his waist.
Vegeta grimaced in disgust, not wanting to imagine how Raditz had gotten the two to get along so well.
"What I need is for you to explain why you didn't tell me that the missing woman, Mai, was in fact worth something" Vegeta grit out, his gloved fingers tightening around a pouch he pulled out from his belt, then tossed on the floor, jewels and gold coins spilling out.
Raditz swallowed, trying to moisten his dry mouth to speak. He was caught off guard by the impressive amount and quite frankly, baffled.
"Mai? The…one that got away?"
Vegeta seethed. "Who else? Don't tell me you lost another."
Raditz chuckled dryly and removed both women, detaching himself so he could speak with the prince privately. Vegeta was embarrassing him before his slaves, something he simply couldn't allow. Raditz motioned to the bag on the floor. "Pick it up." Hasky obeyed, kneeling to pick up the gems that previously she would have stolen.
Nappa followed Raditz, leaving the women at the table to stand beside him and address his prince.
"She slipped away, Vegeta. It was that damn mutant that helped her–'' Nappa began but Vegeta lifted his finger to him and he was silenced.
"It wasn't just Mai, either. His advisor is a woman named Colonel Violet. Are there any other women here with hidden talents I should know about?!" Vegeta snarled viciously, his tail now whipping at his back angrily. Raditz rested his hands on both of the blondes' shoulders and nudged them forward, letting them know they could speak.
Launch grit her teeth and lifted her green eyes to Vegeta's, clenching her fists.
"I can shoot a machine gun, bazooka, thrill ride, and I'm a bandit, but I can't quite do those things without a gun, bank to rob, or a motorcycle." Launch sneered, crossing her arms.
Vegeta nodded, then looked at Hasky.
"I'm a mercenary, master thief, sharp shooter and swordsman. I used to work for the Red Ribbon Army." She sneered, her trigger finger twitching even as she was speaking. Raditz grinned widely in pride and held the two women closer, stroking their bottoms with his wagging tail.
"Good. Any others?" Vegeta questioned, looking at Ranfan and Marron. Ranfan sighed heavily, then walked to stand beside Nappa, and bowed. Vegeta watched the display with narrowed eyes, moving his hand hastily for her to stand.
"I'm a martial artist. I use my womanly charms to trick my opponents, then attack them when they're distracted" She said with a pout, ashamed of her admittance.
"How fitting" Vegeta grumbled, turning to eye Nappa and Raditz. The two glanced at each other, then back at him, gulping.
"I truly hate to think what else you two missed while you were searching with your balls and not your brains."
"But, Vegeta– what's the use of knowing what these bitches can do? They're...weak." Nappa asked, shrugging.
"They may be weak, but their use clearly extends beyond being kept as only mindless whores."
The two took in his statement. Raditz narrowed his eyes spitefully. He seemed to recall informing Vegeta of the women's skills early on when he thought he'd offer him the best Earthling women on the planet as his brides but no, he hadn't listened when it was him. Vegeta would rather take advice from a Namekian.
"Good point, Vegeta. You know, these crafty Earthing women aren't far off from us genetically. Imagine what a hybrid could do, we could have a new home planet with you– as King!" Nappa said earnestly, beaming as Vegeta stared past him and blinked slowly, a slight smirk on his face.
"...Perhaps, Nappa. One day, maybe." Vegeta said to sedate him, not truly entertaining the idea but it seemed inevitable at this point. Plus, he didn't particularly mind the sound of praise and promises of his own greatness.
"We have one hybrid as it is. Raditz's blood, Vegeta. He's a little runt, but so were you at his age and look how you came out" Blurted Nappa.
Raditz fiercely whispered under his breath for the other warrior to shut up, earning a recoil from Nappa.
"Where is this half-blood brat? You brought him here?" Vegeta's calm demeanor was beginning to crack. Nappa's stupidity he could bear, the man was a tank and he was obedient. But, Raditz? His reign ended once Vegeta's pod hit the earth, he no longer had any leadership but he was quickly growing more insubordinate with each passing day. Raditz gripped the shoulders of his slave women and stared down his nose at Vegeta, smirking.
"I did what I must. I can't have Kakarot thinking we have nothing to hold over his head once his woman's been spoiled. So, his firstborn son shall be raised as a Saiyan. He will see the error in his disobedience, My Prince. I promise you!" Raditz barked sharply.
Vegeta hummed as he tapped his fingers along a tensed bicep. He stopped suddenly, letting out an unexpected laugh, cold and menacing. Raditz's smug expression faded to one of dread, and Nappa grinned darkly; thoroughly enjoying hearing Vegeta's laughter for the sole reason that it meant something unsavory was about to happen.
Vegeta's laughter cut off as abruptly as it began, and his face became stern once again as he strolled up to Raditz and eyed him closely.
"You promise me? That's a fact?"
Raditz nodded enthusiastically.
"I'll see to it myself." He snarled, ready to go back to the farm and punish Goku himself. What he hadn't realized though, was Vegeta hadn't been referring to his younger brother.
Vegeta snickered, shaking his head.
"I don't think you understand quite what I mean, Raditz… Why don't you show me the boy, I want to have a good look at him" He said slyly.
Raditz furrowed his brow. He knew that whatever Vegeta was up to, it couldn't be very good. "Fine. Don't expect much of him, though. He's just a little runt yet." Raditz shrugged, and led Vegeta towards Chi-Chi's room.
…
The frightened little boy hiding behind his mother was not what Vegeta had expected when Raditz told him a brat of his blood was here. He was small, pale, and had snot and tears running from his face unhindered. The only thing identifying him as a Saiyan besides the tail tucked between his legs was the brown and black armor Raditz had given him. Vegeta looked at his power level with his scouter, it was a pathetic level of three.
"I should have known descendants of your third class bloodline would be so weak." Vegeta said bitterly, beckoning to the boy with one hand. "Come, I'll make you strong. Don't be an embarrassment to your ancestors." The Prince encouraged Gohan, who was now realizing that the scary man was talking to him.
He tugged on his mother's dress, and Chi-Chi gave him a reluctant gaze. She knew she shouldn't disobey Vegeta, but she was afraid of what would happen to him in the brutal hands of the prince.
Raditz stepped forward and pushed Gohan forwards, sharing a moment with Chi-Chi. She furrowed her brows at him, the tears threatening to spill from her eyes held back by sheer determination.
Gohan, separated from his mother, was left at the Saiyan's mercy. He spared a glance back at her, seeing her smile and nod towards him.
"Go on, Gohan. You'll be alright!" She said to encourage him, though her own body was trembling and a heart-wrenching scream was threatening to erupt from her lungs. She didn't want him to see her begging for mercy.
Her little boy nodded, putting his thumb in his mouth as he shuffled towards Vegeta. The elder Saiyan scoffed at the action, and used his long tail to brush his hand away.
"Your first etiquette lesson: Your thumb does not belong in your mouth, or up your ass. Your thumb should be on the outside of your fist when you throw a punch." He demonstrated, watching the small child carefully make a fist in turn.
Chi-Chi frowned in disapproval at Raditz, but the long haired Saiyan smirked, apparently unbothered.
"Don't worry. The boy is in good hands. You should take this punishment without complaining, lest I bring a reward to your husband" He said in a cruel tone, walking past her.
Chi-Chi gasped, remembering Raditz threatened to reintroduce Suno to Goku to tease her. Chi-Chi bit her tongue and felt heat rising up in her face as she fought with everything she had to not slap him across the face. No, he'd like that too much. She concluded to herself silently, staying her hand. I have no right to complain anyways, it's my fault I'm in this position.
Raditz followed in the path of the Prince, who had snatched up the small child and took him while his mother was dwelling in her thoughts. A mournful wail reached her ears and she chased after it seconds before the door slammed in her face and was deadbolted from the outside. Her fists hammered on the wood, accented by angry curses, but the kidnappers were long gone.
"What do you plan to do with him, Your Highness? I was going to train him myself, but if you plan to, that's even better!" Raditz exclaimed with restrained enthusiasm, his hesitant tail wagging slightly.
Vegeta abruptly stopped walking, one hand covered the boy's wailing mouth, the other motioned to Raditz to step to him and bow. Raditz balked in offense, yet still complied with the demeaning imperative.
"It makes no sense for you to teach the boy, you weak half-wit" He ground out, watching the confusion spread over Raditz's face. "So I will train him myself, as we were all trained for Frieza's army. Don't you agree that's the best plan of action? All Saiyans must endure desensitization" Vegeta said with a cruel smirk, amused by the shocked reaction Raditz gave him.
"Y-Yes… Of course." He answered dutifully, glancing at the boy and watching the way tears flooded freely down his face. Desensitization for such a sensitive child is probably best, but… does he truly deserve it? Shouldn't I be the one getting punished? Raditz pondered, but before he could argue the point, Vegeta was gone and he left kneeling on the floor.
A shudder went down the length of his tail as he remembered the way it had been desensitized by being wrapped around an iron bar, which was slowly cranked until the stress from pulling would cause the segments to separate; resulting in nerve damage. Despite the injury his tail never managed to completely lose feeling. If anything, it made the pain of touching it more intense.
Raditz got to his feet and followed after his prince, ignoring the shivers radiating throughout his limbs in response to the memory.
…
The bed was freshly made, the kinks brushed out of her hair, and Bulma wore comfortable clothes that she figured were plain enough for Vegeta's odd tastes. Her
her simple outfit composed of a white tank top and black, flared leggings with small holes in the knees. The dresser of clothing left behind by the previous tenant was slim pickings, but luckily the clothes fit her well enough, even at her current extra-extra small size. She never imagined she'd be so skinny, but a Saiyan invasion apparently will do that. Funny how she'd always tried to get down to that size and never could. Now that she was, she wished to have back the curves and softness in her hips that came with it.
The worst side effect of weight loss was the dark circles under her eyes, which Bulma was currently covering up with makeup she'd found in a bag forgotten in the bottom drawer. Bulma couldn't help applying it. Once the foundation was set with powder, she finally looked normal again.
She pouted her lips, covered them in a layer of pink gloss, feeling an odd sense of comfort as if she were reliving the days she had the freedom to waste time making herself up for no reason. She completed her look by darkening her blue lashes with black mascara, hoping the fresh appearance would be her key into manipulating that monkey prince into submission. He may be a Saiyan, but he was also a man, and she was finding he was just as weak to her flirtations as Yamcha had been. It was dirty work, but she could do it.
Bulma's peace was interrupted suddenly by the door swinging open along with the sound of a crying child. She looked up, baffled to see Vegeta walking in with Gohan. He glanced her way, motioning to her with one hand. Bulma got up hesitantly, coming to stand next to him as Goku's son cried louder, running towards her the moment she stood and clinging around her leg. Bulma stroked his trembling back and felt anger well up inside her, swallowing a large lump in her throat, she kept back the curses she wished to hurl at her master. She took a deep breath and addressed Vegeta respectfully, though fire still smoldered in her gaze.
"My Prince, what is he doing here? This is no place for a child!"
Vegeta looked her over with interest, not seeming to care about her questions as he took note of her improved condition. She looked bright faced and healthy somehow. Though still too thin for my liking, Vegeta had to admit. However, even now he could see the beauty attempting to shine past the sadness in her hurt gaze. He appreciated the form-fitting pants she wore much like a bodysuit, besides the holes revealing pinkish knees.
Attention returning to the topic at hand, Vegeta met her burning azure eyes with a cool stare of his own.
"This boy is the product of Raditz's dire miscalculations. I'm taking him to toughen him up properly as a Saiyan. I trust you are educated on child-rearing." His serious tone gave her no option other than to acquiesce. Remembering her place, Bulma swallowed uncomfortably.
"Yes, Prince Vegeta… I can watch him. But… What about Chi-Chi?" She anxiously thought. Gohan would be better off with his own mother.
Vegeta clenched his teeth and spat through them. "She is his first mistake, a failed experiment. She will not be permitted to care for the boy. From her dalliance with Raditz, I know that she cannot be trusted" He snapped, Bulma jolting slightly in place with surprise. Vegeta knew an affair had taken place recently by the shared scent of sex on Raditz and the woman, it's poison still fresh in his nostrils.
Chi-Chi's… 'dallying' with Raditz?! She thought, gasping. The mere idea shocked her, but what mortified was that it had been spoken aloud before Gohan. Her hands moved a moment too late to cover his ears. Vegeta chuckled, amused by her reaction. He agreed with her wholeheartedly, he also found the fact revolting.
Bulma whispered sharply to Vegeta, "and you think our bedroom is a good place for him to be?"
Vegeta snickered, running a lock of wavy blue hair through his fingers and admiring the smooth way it felt.
Our bedroom. Repeated in his thoughts, then his mind moved on to what occurs in a couple's bedroom.
"Would you prefer we were alone?" His voice came out sickeningly smooth.
A shock went down Bulma's spine as his words sunk in. Her plan would work better if they were alone, but on the other hand, perhaps having the boy in the room would make Vegeta keep his distance.
Bulma caught his hand as he played with her hair, and whispered, "only sometimes. There are lots of things innocent eyes shouldn't see." Bulma said in her most sultry voice possible, and Vegeta quickly retracted his hand, clasping them both behind his back.
"Hmph. Too bad his eyes won't be innocent for very long around here. Very well, at night he'll be restrained in the dungeon to toughen him up. During the day I'll train him, and you'll be in charge of his care" Vegeta decided.
Bulma nodded hesitantly, feeling terrible that her suggestion would cause Gohan to be chained up in the dungeon, but perhaps it was for the best. He honestly might be safer there.
"I understand, Prince Vegeta."
She averted her eyes away from the big tear-filled ones she knew were staring up at her, waiting for salvation she was unable to offer him. I'm sorry. Bulma thought.
Vegeta picked up her collar from the dresser, turning to accusingly hold the object before her. "Why aren't you wearing this?"
Bulma shakingly maneuvered Gohan behind her to clear her way to step closer to her master. "It's… uncomfortable." She attempted to explain, her hands rubbing at the red marks on her neck.
Vegeta grabbed her wrist, peeling her hand away to look at her neck, making a deep musing hum as he saw the evidence. She winced away when he ran his gloved fingertip across the raw skin, the cotton catching on her wounds.
"Tch. Nothing but scratches." He released her wrist, letting her hair fall. He stood over her, licking his lips slowly.
Bulma was yet another woman who could not be trusted, given her little theft with the knife before. "Come on, I'll find a restraint better suited for you." Vegeta said with a wry chuckle, and Bulma furrowed her brows from behind him, but said nothing.
…
"Now, stay here, pet. The sunlight will do you some good" Vegeta said with a sneer. Bulma dug her fingers into the grass and growled at him. She stopped herself, it was bad enough she'd chained to a pole outside. She didn't need to add insult to injury and act like a dog too.
"It's not so bad. You have water, food, and a bed. Master provides for you." Vegeta mocked, looking down at her with a shit-eating grin. Bulma huffed and looked away from him, crossing her arms over the light pink harness with silver O-Rings. It was admittedly less uncomfortable around her neck, but she didn't like how the full body harness went between her legs like a thong and went around her breasts, making the shape of them more obvious.
She didn't say anything to him until he looped his fingers through the ring on her chest and lifted her off the ground.
"What do you say?" He seethed.
"Thank you, I love being a fucking dog!"
He held her even higher, growling back at her in disapproval before dropping her on the ground. "Good, then stay here. Bitch."
From where she landed on her butt, Bulma's last shred of decorum left her as she blew a raspberry back at him. Yeah, I'm a bitch, and you know it. She thought glumly as she crawled onto her pillows. Vegeta must have thought it was funny to provide her with a bowl of water and a towering plate of dessert biscuits made by her mother. She couldn't deny the possibility he was trying to fatten her up, but she nibbled on a vanilla cream sandwich cookie anyways as she looked on, worried what Vegeta's 'training' of Gohan would entail.
Vegeta walked the boy out to the empty courtyard, removing his decorative cape and tossing it to the ground.
"Alright, show me what you know, boy." He demanded, convinced that the child's knowledge would be lacking.
Gohan nodded, stepping forward into Turtle position. His hands went into strange positions then both knees bent. He was slightly wobbling, with one leg in front as he used his tail to help him keep balanced before looking to Vegeta for approval.
Vegeta raised one brow, and his own tail ticked at his hip. "You have terrible form. What even is that?"
Vegeta scowled, then walked over and pressed down on his head so Gohan would stop wobbling. He then adjusted the boy so his body faced forward and moved his hands to the correct placement."There. You should face your opponent, keep your hands at the ready and your legs ready to spring forth. Now, come at me." Vegeta beckoned him with one hand. Bulma, who had been watching from her place in the sun, giggled a bit as Gohan surged forth with a yell then fell right over immediately after.
"It's that heavy armor you're not used to" Vegeta muttered, waiting for Gohan to right himself.
"I'm s-sorry, Prince Vegeta. I don't really know how to fight…" Gohan said with a pout, and Vegeta shook his head and snorted.
"That father of yours taught you nothing? Fine. Just do as I do" He said, then began going through an assortment of katas, Gohan mirroring his stances.
Bulma rested her head on the pillow after watching for an hour, her plate of biscuits emptied. Her worries about the rough Saiyan prince beating the boy into shape dissipated after seeing the patience he displayed when teaching him, and she felt maybe it wasn't so bad being his 'pet' after all. He was a prince, dignified, and considerate in his own ways. Maybe, he was even a little bit handsome, with the way his body moved so gracefully as he rotated his leg and straightened it out to show Gohan a powerful side piercing kick, the boy still struggling to keep his balance.
Vegeta may have been a royal prick but it was always when she or his underlings were disobedient. She understood that their arrangement was meant to make her obedient, and everything in her nature tended to resist that. At least she could pretend for a little while when she felt content like this. Soon, Bulma was fast asleep, snoring softly as the sun reflected off her pale skin and pinkened her cheeks.
The white ceiling above him was Piccolo's intended focal point, though that was becoming increasingly difficult. He'd brought Mai and Violet up to his bedroom and locked the door, but now that they were here he wasn't sure what to do with them. They certainly knew what they wanted to do to him, though. Piccolo gulped and looked back down at the two women snuggled on each side of him, both sets of eyes closed blissfully in an illusion of slumber. Piccolo knew better, he could feel their hands, lips, and other parts moving around.
Violet had her hands wrapped around his bicep and her thigh over his hip, rubbing his groin up and down as her lips found his chest and kissed his muscular chest. Mai was on the other side, kissing from his ear down to his throat, one hand resting on his abdomen that kept stroking dangerously close to his groin. Her legs were hooked around one of his tightly, trapping him in her loving embrace.
"Girls… I…" Piccolo finally managed to mutter, having issues keeping his voice from becoming husky. "I'm not sure what…" He began, using his free hand to stop Mai's kisses for a moment so he could focus.
"We can show you what to do" Violet whispered, sitting up to hover over him, her cleavage on full display for his wandering eyes. Mai pushed past his hand and sat herself up too, looking just as aroused as she was anxious, her cheeks just as red as her eyeshadow.
"I want to show you my appreciation for all you've done for me, Piccolo. You're the only man I've wanted to do this for!" She said with a shaky voice, covering her cheeks in embarrassment. Violet chuckled and watched Mai hurriedly remove her trench coat to reveal her tank top and tight blue jeans with a devilish look in her eyes.
"Mai, I didn't think you were like this," She said, impressed. Violet wasn't phased by her own actions, she'd wanted to see what was in Piccolo's pants since the day she met him. Mai fisted her hands and looked determined, "I am! Well, only for him…I was scared before but now… Well, I just can't help myself. I feel so safe with Mister Piccolo."
Piccolo sat up quickly, putting a hold on the girl's plan abruptly. "Wait, just what exactly do you two think you're going to be doing to me?" He growled in a husky timbre, making the both of them jolt in place. Violet sighed, smoothing back her lilac hair, then adjusting her large breasts in her top without any shame.
"Listen, the sexual tension here is so thick you could cut it with a knife! I, for one, don't feel like waiting!" She huffed, then reached towards Piccolo's waistband and began attempting to untie it. He panicked and grabbed her wrists, panting heavy. It was obvious to both women his body was ready to be subjected to whatever it was they wanted to do to him, but he wasn't sure if they were actually prepared.
"Stop! What's gotten into you, Violet? Did you forget who's boss here?" He boomed, knocking both girls onto their backs. The two of them looked startled, their matching baby blue eyes wide. Then, just when he thought he'd gotten control over the situation, they both started giggling.
"That was exciting!" Mai said with a giddy voice, laughter causing her chest to jiggle around in a manner similar to Violet's. Piccolo couldn't help but stare, feeling the strange sensation he had before becoming more urgent.
"Listen…I don't know much about the anatomy of Earth women, and you don't know much about me, but I was –" He broke off with a blush as Violet took his hand and boldly moved it over her breast, helping him squeeze it. Mai observed her, and made him do the same, her blush almost as dark as Piccolo's.
"How can you deny us? Can't you see how badly we want this, Piccolo?" Mai whimpered, her breath catching as Piccolo groped her breast and snarled.
"I can refuse if I want to, but I wasn't finished with what I was saying. I was thinking, since there are two of you… maybe this could work." He said with a deviant purr, turning his eyes onto Violet and squeezing her boob. It was so squishy and soft, and each tweak of the flesh made the women react in different ways. Violet's eyes widened and she gasped as he yanked her top down and ripped it with his claws, pulling both of them closer to him by the scraps of their shirts.
"W-What do you mean?" Violet gulped, then bit her lip as he tweaked her nipple between his fingers, then leaned down and nibbled on Mai's throat like she had been doing to him. It was their turn to be subjected to teasing, he'd had enough.
"I mean, my anatomy might allow for it." He said in between licking up Mai's chest, to her earlobe, which he nibbled. His pants were tight like they were before, but this time he knew why.
After the first time it happened, the area he normally only evacuated liquids from underwent a transformation. Piccolo had experimented with himself the previous evening and found out that he could achieve pleasure by thinking about Mai and Violet, imagining the two girls playing in their bed together while he stroked his alien appendage.
Now that he knew what his body could do, he wasn't surprised when it did it again and it was for the same reason. He wanted to take these women like the Saiyans had with their own, but not by force. Maybe he was a filthy degenerate like the rest of them, but at least they were willing, and he chose what he did with his women.
Piccolo grew more impatient by the second. In a blink, the clothing of himself and his women disappeared with the use of his magic. He closed his eyes and bared his alien anatomy before them, fully expectant of their incoming cries of fear and disgust. But they never came, in fact, Violet and Mai had to close their mouths or else they'd start drooling. Piccolo was a man – that they could easily confirm, but he was so much more than that.
Obviously there were differences between his anatomy and those of other men, but it was this difference that caught Violet's interest. His shaft was predominantly green, striped seams of red ran down the length to the purple tip with two long vertical glans at the end. Pink ribbing ran along the underside, leading to a scrotum that was similar to a human male's, besides the green antenna-like appendages hanging off of each of his striped pink testes.
Violet shrugged and went to dive in, gripping the hardened shaft in her hand as Mai moved to get closer. Piccolo opened his eyes immediately, his body tensing as the woman's hand on him began stroking back and forth.
"You have nothing to worry about, Piccolo. This dick is perfect for the both of us" Violet moaned as she pushed his head into her mouth and fingered her dripping pussy. He opened his mouth to speak, but Mai was quickly on him, kissing him deeply as she reached down to cup his scrotum. Piccolo growled with lust and returned her kiss with passion, reaching down to feel her curves down to her waist, then cupping her ass.
With someone else providing the sensation, he was able to experience pleasure that made his masturbation from before pale greatly in comparison. Certainly, as he would be unable to get his own shaft down his throat in the way Violet almost completely swallowed him. Mai began gently massaging his scrotum, fingers playing with the feelers; unaware that in addition to being extra sensitive feelers, they were fully mobile. She gasped as the feelers caressed her hand in return, then wrapped around her wrist.
"Don't stop" He ordered roughly, then moved his hand between Mai's legs, emulating the actions Violet was performing on herself. She was soaked between her legs, he couldn't believe the plushness and warmth he was feeling as his fingers explored her pussy and stroked her clit. Mai moaned and leaned against him, stabilizing herself with one hand as he manipulated her folds.
Violet slowly slid her lips down his shaft until she could longer taste him, opting to use her hands so she could better appreciate and assess his girth. Mai took the opportunity to drop down to her knees and take him into her own mouth. Withdrawing her hands to give her less experienced bedmate space to pleasure Piccolo, Violet considered how she might contribute. She shifted behind Mai and dragged her tongue up the silky folds that Piccolo had been stimulating earlier, drawing a mewled reaction from Mai that was muffled by the member in her mouth.
Piccolo watched them work in a haze of lust, the scent of both women's arousal overpowering his senses and making his cock leak a greenish, lubricating secretion. Mai tasted the secretion leaking out his glans and hummed in pleasant surprise at the sweet, fruity taste of it. The secretion signaled that his body was prepared, but was he truly in his heart and mind? Such a philosophical question became irrelevant as Mai, having tasted the secretion, became more bold with her unbridled passion now matching that of Violet's. She moved her lips further and further down his shaft until his glans were now nestled in her throat. She was still attempting to suck on him as she cupped and massaged his scrotum with the hand held captive by his antenne.
Piccolo felt a tingling in his core and grit his teeth, gripping Mai's silky black hair as she continued to bob her head in time with Violet's licks on her clit, all three of them feeling their pleasure starting to climb. Piccolo groaned and pulled Mai away before he could finish, worried that if he spent his seed down her throat she'd end up with his eggs in her stomach. Mai looked up questioningly as Piccolo's penis parted slowly at the seams as it had adapted to do. Mai and Violet stared at it in awe and astonishment as both halves spread into two intact penises of equal size and girth.
"You're disgusted, I knew it" He sighed and began to think about how he would make up for this disaster. But, before he could, Mai and Violet were both stroking him and admiring his cocks.
"Disgusted? No, it's the complete opposite" Violet said with an eager giggle, licking the tip of one and purring with delight. Mai simply blushed, her mind went back to the saiyans and how she found Nappa and Raditz disgusting, but Piccolo didn't look or smell disgusting. It made her mouth water and she couldn't stop admiring his beauty.
"I think it's beautiful," Mai whispered softly and looked up at him with a smile. Piccolo gulped and felt like he needed to explain himself out of embarrassment, the tips of his ears going light purple.
"It wasn't like this before…It changed. Before I met you two, it had no function. I'm not sure why it did this but I'm glad you think so highly of me… I…treasure you both" He admitted, taking them both in his arms and kissing them both, making sure both girls were facing each other, with one leg behind his back as they sat on his lap.
The tingling in his core had calmed now but he found both of his appendages were throbbing with need. Piccolo didn't want to rush their first time, but his body was demanding more stimulation. He reached out with his lengthened lower feelers and fondled both women with them as they kissed, feeling both women react by quivering in reaction each time it tickled their most sensitive areas.
"Sir Piccolo!" The both of them cried out in pleasure.
The scent of mortar filled their nostrils as Nappa and Raditz supervised the slave men building their brick wall, the one named Hercule that attempted to fight them when they first arrived lifting the bricks as another man pasted on the mortar. They only let "The Champ," as he called himself live because he stood up to them, and was a natural leader to the other slave men. Though, besides his supposed strength and bravery, he lacked courage, or maybe he just had too much for his own good.
Nappa stood outside while Raditz remained inside, peering out the large hole in the wall that was growing smaller by the minute. He watched Vegeta spar with his nephew, and felt relieved that Vegeta hadn't yet made good on his threats to desensitize the boy. It would have to be done eventually though, and that he couldn't bear to watch.
Raditz smiled as he thought about how maybe he could convince Chi-Chi this was a good thing. He didn't mind her being angry with him on a regular basis for maybe slapping her ass too hard, or making a mess on the floor. But, having her angry with him because he had failed her and his nephew…Well, that was different. It nagged at him, the disappointed look in her eyes, the way she'd pounded on the door and cried after they took her only son away.
"Ow-ow-ooowow!" Hercule suddenly cried out when a brick fell on his hand, making his hand swell up and turn red as he blew on it. Raditz was snapped out of his fugue and kicked the man in the back for being a klutz.
"Sorry Master Raditz!" He apologized meekly, tears and snot running from his face as he and the other man attempted to amend the problem.
"I think I'll go check on the women. I don't trust them alone with Oolong, I think he's gone soft." Raditz grumbled, tearing his eyes away from his nephew as he watched him throw a punch and make a solid hit on Vegeta's thigh. He hated the way his chest swelled with some unfamiliar sensation, so he stuffed it down deep, his anger simmering.
"Fine. I've got it here." Nappa grumbled, waving Raditz off without a care. He was too busy making sure he made it obvious to Vegeta that he was above these worms.
"Get back to work!" He growled, whipping the other gawking slave across the cheek with his tail.
...
Raditz closed the door behind himself and took a deep breath. While Vegeta and Nappa were distracted, he figured he could check on Chi-Chi as well as the others. He made his way up the stairs to her room, hearing the sounds of sobs from behind the door. Raditz hesitated to open the door, placing his hand there. He listened for a moment, then shook his head and flew to the VIP room.
Panchy and Suno were in the kitchen washing dishes as Marron and Ranfan swept and mopped the floor. Oolong had been supervising from where he sat in a reclining chair, his feet propped up comfortably, but soon he dozed off and started snoring. Hasky and Launch giggled as they raided his pockets for cash and whatever shiny trinkets the pig was hoarding. Money really had no value now, but Oolong was paid to work for the Saiyans and kept himself rolling in gold. Maybe eventually this would all blow over and someone would make a wish to restore the world, then that money would come in handy. Maybe.
Raditz's eyes widened as he came across the scene, first he was startled by Launch and Hasky raiding the pig's pockets, then by the appearance of him, only able to recognize him by his brown shorts held up by suspenders and his sweat stained shirt. He was small and pink, what happened to the large, red skinned pig he'd employed? Everything stopped once Raditz landed, a dish dropping in the kitchen as they looked on at the scene in fear.
"Explain yourselves. Now" Raditz snarled, clenching his fist. Launch and Hasky scurried back from Oolong, dropping change on the floor as he snorted himself awake with a start.
"Huh? What happened?" Oolong shouted in a confused stupor, his dreams of being surrounded by the harem of aroused women quickly doused by the tall and dangerously angry Saiyan standing before him. Hasky and Launch cowered on the floor as Oolong stuttered, realizing he'd been caught in his normal form.
"Master, I-I can e-explain!" Raditz raised his hand and a glowing pink orb formed in the center, his tail wagging angrily as the pig bowed in front of him.
"I'm a shape shifter! I just used the form of the boar to impress you, I'm so sorry!"
Raditz scowled in disgust, the orb growing larger.
"Show me how you transform, then" He responded angrily, watching Oolong nod in obedience.
"Y-Yes Master, right away!" Oolong said in a shaky cry, then a smoke cloud billowed out. Raditz waited for the smoke to clear to see the new form Oolong took on, then heard a squeak as a fat mouse ran under the couch and hid. Raditz chuckled and blasted the couch into nothing within an instant, leaving the shape-shifter curled up in a ball in the corner.
"You were foolish to think you could deceive me, Oolong. You may take on your original form." Raditz said calmly, lowering his hand. Oolong got up, and nodded quickly, then transformed into a pig once more.
"Now, show me how you transform into a boar, just once so I can see" He ordered slyly, cracking his knuckles. The women had all backed away to hide behind furniture or walls by now, except Launch and Hasky, who looked on in wonder.
Oolong transformed into his large boar form, and bowed before Raditz, the prongs of his rake pointing upwards between them.
"Good. Now stay still." Raditz chuckled, then stomped on the rake, driving the prongs into Oolong's throat as all the girls screamed and cried out in terror. Blood gushed out of the opening in his throat as he hacked and coughed, then fell face first onto the floor, the spikes protruding out the back of his neck.
"Clean this mess up. We're having roast boar tonight" Raditz said coldly, crossing his arms as he looked at the pitiful mess on the floor and shoved it with his boot to be sure the pig was dead.
"Nobody lies to me. Let this be an example to all of you, insubordination will not be tolerated." Raditz said bitterly, glancing at Hasky and Launch. Both blondes looked horrified by what he had done, Launch in particular. Her deep jade green eyes watered and tears fell down her cheeks as she stared him dead in the face.
"How could you, Raditz? How!?" She cried, pointing angrily at the body on the floor.
"You mistook me. I am not a gentle man, who feels and cares like my pathetic younger brother. I'm a killer; I should be feared as such." Raditz ground out coldly, watching the fear fade from their faces, and turn into resentment.
Good, just how I like them.
"Now hurry, before the meat grows cold." Raditz chuckled, and turned away from the scene, stepping into the shadows where no one had to see his hideous face.
A/N: Aw, poor Raditz! He may not be physically hideous but his personality kinda is.. Do you sense a change happening in him, or do you think he'll continue further down this destructive path? He really is tempting fate with his rebellious actions. I have to say Raditz & Vegeta are my favorite characters to write in this story because they get to be their fully evil selves we saw in the beginning.
I had some help with beta-reading from SomeKndofNature & Mal Elisa who did a fabulous job assisting me. I needed a little extra help this time as I have covid & I'm currently recovering, hopefully I can update the next chapter soon when my head is a bit less fuzzy. I feel like my plot is working out well here and I hope you all enjoy how it unfolds.
Also, to continue the poll I had on my Twitter account Redleatherstrap, what do you all think of introducing Miss Piiza to the saiyans? I thought with the addition of Hercule, maybe Miss Piiza could be hiding in his Mansion ? 👀👀 Don't you think she'd be a fun addition? 😏 Which saiyan would take her as a pet, though?