Chapter Seven:

It had been several days since the off-world trip, and surprisingly there were a number of people talking about it. Bulma overheard a few of the stationed guards around the castle talking about new people coming to Planet Vegeta, and what spaces they were intended to fill. She hadn't heard much else besides that, but she was eager to learn more. Hopefully the majority of those poor people would just be allowed to live on this planet, instead of being sold to others for free labor. She was especially curious now about what the prince had demanded of them. She thought for sure that he would just destroy the planet and enslave the people. Maybe that would still happen, but she couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen.

But in the meantime, she had a much more pressing issue to worry about in the kitchens. Chichi was rapidly preparing several meals at once. The first was obviously for Vegeta, since the prince didn't appreciate his meals a minute past when he asked for them. The second was for the entirety of the guards of the throne room. Apparently, there was some special occasion, and an entire five course meal was necessary. And the last preparation was for Goku… Chichi asked Bulma to meet him in person, so she was preparing him lunch for when he came by.

"Are you sure this is really a good idea, Chi?" Bulma asked skeptically. "I mean, first of all, I can only stay to say hello. Then I have to rush back to Vegeta."

"Ooh, you're on a first-name basis now?" she asked, slightly joking and slightly aggravated. "Now you really can't judge me for liking Goku. Saiyan or not, he's a good guy. And you're here today so I can prove it to you." She smiled as she whisked some mixture in a large metal bowl.

"Sorry… I'm actually not supposed to call him that out in public."

"Just when you two are alone together?" Chichi smirked. Bulma flushed. "Seriously, Bulma. What's going on between you and the prince? There's got to be more than what you've been telling me."

"I really don't think it's that big of a deal. He just teases me, is all. I'm nothing more to him than a way to kill time. Maybe he thinks I'm a challenge because I don't always do what he says. Either way, I know my place. Sure I can talk to him now and everything, but one wrong word, or if he doesn't like my tone one day, then suddenly it's back to being punished or thrown into some military camp."

"To be honest, Bulma, I get the feeling he wouldn't actually do that to you."

"Well, think again, because last time he already had all the preparations made for my torture and everything. If I hadn't gone to his room, I would've woken up the next morning to stone walls and whatever punishment he had in store for me."

"Yea… but… you didn't get punished in the end, and you slept in his room… with him."

"It's not like we did anything, Chi. I mean, that one time he tried, but nothing happened."

"So, he respects you enough to not touch you?"

Bulma almost burst out laughing. "Yea, right. That's definitely not it."

"Has he tried to kiss you?"

A woman slammed her fist on the counter behind Chichi and she jumped. Bulma tilted her head and looked around her friend. A purple-skinned woman with a long pink ponytail stood staring at the two of them, a wide smirk spread across her face.

"Are you talking about the prince?" she asked slowly, sliding along the counter. Bulma was about the shake her head to avoid talking to the weird woman, but Chichi nodded and she mentally rolled her eyes at her gossip-loving friend.

"Here we go," Chichi mumbled under her breath, "The kitchen's drama queen."

"Well, you're first mistake…" She slid further, coming to stand right next to Chichi. "The prince doesn't kiss."

"Just because he's never kissed you doesn't mean he doesn't do it at all," Bulma said flatly, and Chichi smirked at her.

"You see, that's what I mean!" she burst out. "You like him. Just admit it."

"I don't like him, Chichi! That's disgusting. He's a horrible person…"

Chichi rolled her eyes and turned back to the purple woman. "How would you know something like that anyway? It could just be gossip, you know. You work in the kitchens all day."

"I've actually been allowed to switch jobs. I've been training at night to be able to please the Saiyans in this palace, and of course, the prince is a very important person to learn all about."

"You requested a job change so you could be a prostitute?" Chichi burst out, and Bulma elbowed her in the side.

"Yea, well… It's better than slaving away in here over hot stoves and getting flour in my hair all day long. If I'm going to have a life here, then at least I'll be able to say that I slept with a prince." She shrugged and smiled. "And since I overheard you two talking about the hottest Saiyan around, I figured I'd listen to your conversation a little. I hope you don't mind, but I just had to pipe in. And it's basically the first thing they taught me. Prince Vegeta doesn't like to kiss girls. Ever. There's not a single girl I've worked with so far who can say they've ever made out with him… And like, not even a peck. Nothing. It's really weird… But there's a rumor that says that if you can kiss him and get away with it, then you're one of his favorites." She started giggling and hugging herself. "I hope I can land a kiss on him. Wouldn't that be amazing?"

"Hmm," Chichi said, turning to Bulma with a smirk. "Yea… that would be something."

"What?" Bulma snapped. It was the first she'd heard of all this, but when she thought about it, she'd never actually seen him kiss anyone. It was weird, but maybe this woman was right… All the accidental peeks she'd gotten of the prince's naked backside were all when he was just… fucking. When she really tried, she couldn't actually remember a time she saw him kissing anyone.

"Maybe it takes someone really special to kiss the prince," Chichi added, running the moment into the ground. Bulma elbowed her again. "Maybe you should give it a try, Bulma?"

"Oh, I wouldn't if I were you," the woman said, twirling her fingers around each other. She smirked when she held Chichi and Bulma's attention again. "Turns out… all the women who've tried to kiss him…" She paused for effect. "Ended up dead."

"Oh, please," Chichi laughed. "The one person in this castle that would probably fuck a lamp if he was bored enough doesn't want to kiss?" Bulma was about to open her mouth, but then wondered why and stayed silent. Why would she want to defend him, anyway? It's not like Chichi was wrong…

"No, really. I'm serious," the woman said, widening her eyes. "That was what they told me. First rule is to never, ever, ever try and kiss him. Unless you want to end up dead. The trick is if he kisses you first. That's what we all hope for, but I wouldn't dare try to start it."

Chichi laughed again. "They probably made that stupid rumor up so you'd look like an idiot in bed with him. The only whore in the castle who's afraid to kiss the prince."

The girl frowned. "Well, at least I no longer have to look like some stupid kitchen slave with no future and a terrible sense of humor."

"You got me there," Chichi laughed again. Bulma rolled her eyes at both of them.

"Ugh! I'm pretty sure the reason I want to leave these stupid kitchens is because of you anyway, so good riddance! I hope I never have to see you again, you stupid, black-haired… ugh!"

"Nice to see your insults are as intelligent as ever."

"I'm heading home early! Good luck finishing everything without me!" And then she stormed off, patting the flour dust out of her hair as she went. The doors slammed behind her and Chichi just rolled her eyes.

"Well, that was… weird."

"She's always been like that."

"Like what? Slimy and creepy?"

"Just… weird. All the time."

"I hope you're not talking about me," a new voice said, and Bulma turned when Chichi's face suddenly lit up like a lightbulb.

"Goku!" she yelped, turning and running over to him. She held her arms out and Bulma froze when the large man just smiled, laughed and picked her up off the ground like she weighed nothing. This man was a Saiyan?

When he put her down, Bulma watched as Chichi went from cloud nine, to flustered. Her face turned pink and she started playing with her hair, pushing it behind her ears and twirling her ponytail, around and around. She swayed back and forth a little before opening her mouth. When she spoke, she looked at the ground.

"I… I knew you were coming, so I made you lunch," she said sheepishly, and Bulma almost giggled. She'd never seen her friend act this way before. Chichi hurried over to the heated shelves and pulled out two large plates, full of all different snacks, but mostly meat. "I hope you like it."

"Oh, wow!" Goku exclaimed, his friendly smile getting even wider. "Chichi, that looks amazing!"

"Oh, and this is Bulma," she said quickly, motioning to me. I was still a little dazed from watching a Saiyan act this way… friendly. It was strange, to say the least. "She's my best friend in the whole world."

"Hey, I've seen you before," he said, still smiling. "You help Vegeta, right?"

"Uh… yea." He called him by his first name like it was nothing… Saiyans didn't do that, either. This man was just full of surprises.

"Oh! My gosh! Bulma! The prince! He said to be back in fifteen minutes! You're so late!" She ran around the counter and grabbed a cart, throwing everything onto it and rolling it through the doors. "Go!" she exclaimed, and Bulma nodded, taking the cart and rushing out the doors.

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Goku seemed like a nice guy… Considering she'd only known him for about five seconds, that was all she could say. She was expecting him to act much differently, at least. Something like a big brute coming in with a swagger, thinking he was tough and deserved everything he wanted. But instead, Goku was friendly and happy and… even a little shy. It was like he wasn't a Saiyan at all. He hadn't come in his armor, so maybe he had the day off? It was just so weird and she couldn't stop thinking about it.

"Late, again," a familiar voice grumbled and Bulma looked up to find the prince opening his chamber doors for her to push the cart through. "I don't know why I even give you a time limit if you're not going to listen to me."

"Well, the point of having a time limit is that there might be some repercussions if I don't make it," Bulma replied slyly, wondering if she as digging herself a hole.

"Is that what you want?" the prince smirked, and she was just happy he wasn't in a foul mood.

"You can come punish me, your Highness," a squeaky voice called from his bed, and Bulma jumped. She noticed that the entire time, Vegeta just stared at her with an annoying smirk. She frowned and began setting the table.

"Set up an extra plate, servant woman," he ordered. Bulma just nodded and got back to work. "And you," he said, motioning to the woman on his bed. "Come here."

The woman stood, thankfully wearing panties and a bra, and swayed as she walked over to the prince. "What can I do for you, My Lord?" she asked, and her voice sounded very seductive. Bulma sometimes wished she could be that good as seducing men, but she knew that this woman probably had years of training, and that seemed more like a waste of time to Bulma.

"There, all set," Bulma said quickly, "Milady, your seat is ready."

"That's not for her," Vegeta said quickly. "It's for you. Sit. Eat." He then looked up at the woman, still standing there, and motioned for her to get down on her knees under the table. She smirked as if she knew exactly what he wanted. Vegeta looked back to Bulma and pointed at the extra plate she'd set up. "I said eat." He smirked, as if there was some other meaning behind his words. Bulma frowned, but pulled out the chair and sat at the table. She lifted up her fork and stabbed a slice of tomato.

"Ahh…" the prince sighed quietly, and Bulma jumped, looking up at him, her mouth half open and the fork three inches from her lips. He was staring at her, and she suddenly understood what he was doing. This was all just some game to make her uncomfortable. That half-naked woman was under the table, and she was begin forced to sit here and eat. And watch… Bulma narrowed her eyes.

"Really?" she asked, throwing down her fork and standing with a huff. "You really have nothing better to do with yourself right now?"

He grunted again as his eyes lidded and he let out a slow breath. "Use your teeth again and I'll kill you," he whispered, reaching a hand down under the table. A few seconds later, he jumped, making a louder noise, and Bulma forced herself to look away, hoping her warm face wasn't turning a darker color. She heard the woman giggle under the table and huffed again, turning for the door.

"Woman, prepare me a bath," Vegeta barked, and she froze, back to him. For a moment she considered leaving and coming back later, but she composed herself in a slow breath. This was just the same as if he had a woman in his bed. She'd cleaned this place up a thousand times while he was fucking some whore in the other room. And this was no different, she convinced herself. She took another quick breath and turned.

"Of course, My Lord," she said, bowing slightly and heading for the garderobe. She grabbed three towels and a change of clothes from the prince's dresser and prepared the bath at an extremely slow pace, hoping that whatever nonsense he was up to would be out of his system by the time she finished here.

It must have been at least ten minutes, so she stood after making sure the water was hot, and walked out into the main room.

"Ah! Oh, god!" she heard the woman cry out, and Bulma couldn't help but glance into the bedroom directly across from her, double doors swung wide open, the prince's naked back thrusting up and down with speed and force that only a Saiyan could achieve. She pursed her lips, but didn't look away fast enough. In the next second, Vegeta was in front of her and Bulma yelped. "No! Please! Don't leave! Don't stop!" the woman cried from the other room, but Bulma felt like she was in a trance. The prince was staring down at her, barely an inch away, naked, face covered in sweat, panting like an animal, mouth open as he watched her, slowly rolling his eyes over her face, never looking anywhere else. And Bulma was frozen, but only for a split second, because he grabbed her and threw her onto his bed in the next second, beside the now-naked woman.

"No…" Bulma said, but it barely came out as a whisper. "Please, don't do this."

But he never touched her. He went back to the whore, who went back to screaming in pleasure as he fucked her hard and fast. Bulma managed to squeeze her eyes shut, but there was nothing she could do about the sounds all around her. And it wasn't just the woman… Vegeta was also making sounds. They were quieter and less noticeable, but she found her brain picking up each and every one of them. Some of them even made her breath a little heavier.

The woman finished in an explosion of unnecessary sounds and effects and Bulma assumed the prince finished soon after.

"Get out." Bulma immediately opened her eyes, but she instantly wished she hadn't. The woman was panting, on her knees over the prince, clearly begging for more. She saw the streams of clear goo all over the woman's body and immediately squeezed her eyes shut again. "Don't make me repeat myself," Vegeta growled, and Bulma opened one eye just in time to see him grab the woman's arm and throw her off the bed. She hit the wall with a noise that made Bulma flinch, but the woman stood up and left in a hurry, whether she was in pain or not.

Bulma was expecting a long, awkward moment of silence before she could figure out how to react, but instead, the prince flipped over, keeping one thin layer of sheets between them, and grabbed her, pulling her way too close for comfort. She froze again, and the silence was broken by his light panting. She just remained as still as she could until his breathing leveled out and she assumed he was asleep. But even then, she couldn't move. He was holding her too tight for her to do anything other than breath.

And it smelled awfully like sex. She knew there was no way she was lying in a clean part of the bed. She doubted any part of this bed was clean right now. And she was surrounded by those smells and a sweaty body, but at least the prince smelled nicer than the rest of the room. In fact, he smelled… good. She quietly inhaled where her face met his bare chest and almost smiled. Thankfully, she caught herself. But if she was going to have to stay here for a while without waking him, she might as well try to relax…

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Bulma woke to the sound of rattling dishes, but when she almost jumped up out of bed, she realized that she was still being held. She looked around, slowly realizing that the sounds were from her dream, which was now slowly slipping away. She tried her best to remember it, but by that time, it was already gone. She tensed and untensed her legs. She needed to stretch, but the familiar smell right next to her nose reminded her that the prince was still asleep beside her.

She knew she couldn't have been out for more than an hour or two. It was the middle of the day, after all. But her body ached and she needed to move. She tried wiggling out of his grasp, but it was no use.

"V… Vegeta?" she whispered, straining a bit when she felt her spine almost crack. When it didn't, she winced, wishing it had. "Hey," she said, trying to push on him a bit, "Prince Vegeta…" Bulma groaned when he didn't budge, rolling her eyes. But the more awake she became, the more she remembered about last night… He'd thrown her on the bed and made her lay there while he fucked that whore… And earlier her tried to make her watch when that woman was under the table… What a sick, twisted—

Vegeta rolled over, and Bulma yelped when he took her with him, flipping her over onto his stomach as he landed on his back. His grip was looser now, and Bulma squirmed, managing to worm her way out of his arms. But now she was on top of him, and for a moment she wondered how she was going to get up without waking him. But then she frowned. What did he do to deserve her consideration, anyway? She huffed and rolled over, hitting him with her elbow on her way down. He grunted and flinched as she crawled to the end of the bed and placed her feet down on the floor. She sighed and stood, but in the next moment, he was behind her. She was getting so frustrated at herself every time she jumped.

"God!" she shouted. "Stop doing that!"

He ignored her and grabbed her arm, dragging her to the wall behind him and pushing her up against it, his arms on either side of her. His eyes were half closed in his half-awake condition, but he still smirked and pushed himself into her.

"Vegeta—"

Bulma jumped when she felt it…

"G… Get away from me," she warned. "Now."

"You're not the one who gets to give orders, woman," he said, still smirking.

"You think you're funny, right?" she growled, not daring to meet his eyes. "With those things you did?" He was trying to get to her. He wanted to watch her have some kind of reaction; that had to be it. She wouldn't let him win.

"Funny?" he asked. "I wouldn't say that, no." He pushed himself harder into her and Bulma had to stop herself from exhaling any louder. She'd seen him a thousand times before, but never felt him… not like this, at least. And she wasn't about to let her mind wander to thoughts she shouldn't be having, especially since he still wasn't wearing any clothes.

He moved his head past hers, leaning his forehead against the wall beside her, leaving her barely any space to move again. Then, slowly, he pushed his stomach flatter against hers. She felt him again and jumped.

"St-Stop!" Bulma shouted, squirming, but his arms pinned her on either side, and she wasn't sure which would be easier to escape through—Vegeta or the wall behind her. "Please," she begged. "Please, just… leave me alone."

He moved his hips back a little, and she thought he was finally letting her go, but instead he pushed himself slowly back into her. And then he did it again. And again. And he didn't stop. Bulma squirmed uncomfortably for about five minutes before her frustration started to take over.

"Vegeta, stop!" she shouted, digging her fingernails into his one arm. She couldn't draw blood this time and momentarily wondered why. "Get the hell off me!" She moved her hips forward and slammed into him, trying to push him away, but she heard him chuckle and he grabbed her one arm, holding it above her head. "I said that's enough! Get away!" she screamed, but he went right back to doing it. "What do you want from me?!" She reached down with her only free hand and pushed against his stomach, trying to give herself a moment without feeling him, but he just pushed back, right past her unnoticeable strength, and shoved himself into her one more time, harder than before. Bulma screamed again, and before she knew what she was doing, she grabbed him in her hand and squeezed.

Vegeta stopped moving and she heard him let out a long breath.

"There you go," he said, and she could've swore his entire body loosened up a little. Each of his muscles untightened and he relaxed a bit, putting more of his upper body weight on her. Bulma exhaled when she felt his weight on her and he stopped moving.

"W… What?" Bulma stammered, but she didn't let him go.

"Go ahead," he whispered, moving his arms off the wall. One wrapped around her waist, but didn't pull her forward. The other steadied the back of her neck, the tips of his fingers slowly dancing along her scalp. His face stayed past hers, so his breathing was right in her ear.

A few noises came out of Bulma's mouth, but they were the inaudible beginnings of unknown words. She didn't want this. She never wanted this. Not with the prince. But she couldn't deny that he was attractive, and she'd spent the last couple hours getting turned on and frustrated. And god, he still smelled so good. She hated herself for it, but she was still human, and there were some things she couldn't control.

"Can't you… just go get one of your whores to do this?" she whispered.

"I could," he breathed into her ear, making her shudder. What was she doing? Why was she giving into this? Why couldn't she stop?

"They'd… probably do a better job than me, anyway…"

"Probably."

He nuzzled his face into her hair and breathed. Bulma closed her eyes and moved her hand in one awkward stroke, feeling him. She had no idea what she was doing, but the prince quickly exhaled and squeezed her a little tighter. And in that moment, she knew for a fact that he really wanted her to do this. For a split second, she knew for sure that this wasn't a game to him anymore, and on one hand, that was captivating… But for the most part, it scared the hell out of her. And she knew she wouldn't be able to do this.

She quickly released him and tried to shove him off again. He jolted, as if woken from a deep sleep, and growled.

"Get off me…" Bulma whispered, almost sadly. She lowered her head, staring at the floor, but he was already off of her and in the other room.

"Clean this mess up!" he shouted, pointing at the table. "And if you're ever late with my meals again, I'll have you tortured for a week!"

And she lowered her gaze again, listening to him rattle dresser drawers for a good thirty seconds before slamming the door on his way out.

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