Vegeta couldnt understand why it bothered him so much. A palace whore? A prostitute? Well, she did deserve it; the bitch, how dare she spit at me like that? In front of the whole court! his mind tried to reason, but his beter judgement told him otherwise; and so did the way her lips felt on his...Fuck! I'm acting like a stupid bitch hung on a little slave girl!! Vegeta scolded himself. He told himself now was not the time to think about her or her fateful future. He had a dinner to attend to, in honor to the elite force that had returned from its mission. He also had to be with...Isa. There was something about her that annoyed him a lot. The thing was...he didnt know what. He'd had no complaints about her when he agreed to take her as his betrothed- not that he'd had a choice, anyway. But in the little time he knew her, he could already see she'd shown different sides. And he didnt like it, at all. But at least she was submissive to him and knew when she was not wanted. In any case, he would be the judge of whether she was worthy enough to rule by his side or not.
Well, we'll just see how good she is in bed tonight, Vegeta thought with a smirk, damn, I'm a fucking pervert!
He almost laughed out loud at that. He was surprised at his own mood. He thought he'd be angry. He really hated dinners and ceremonies such as these. But he might as well be glad he wasnt working for Frieza anymore. It was good to be home and do what he pleased.
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Bulma stood there, as she was decorated like an object; face blushed up, eyes painted, and lips brushed. She fought to keep the tears from falling. Never had she imagined that she would find herself in a place such as this. Sure, she liked the fact that tehy had bathed her and she hadnt felt this clean in a long time. But the purposes of such treatments revolted her.
"I feel sorry for you," the big lady that fixed her red, revealing dress, said in a foreign accent.
"Why is that?" Bulma asked curiously. Had the king suddenly ordered to have her killed instead of doing this? She hoped so. She'd rather die than live like a harlot.
"You are very beautiful. Your hair is rare, your skin is not rough like sayajin women, and you are very exotic. You will be in high demand; wait until those soldiers see you and they'll start making lines to wait for their turn with you," the lady finished shaking her head sadly.
Bulma was horrified, "Tell me, madam, is there any way to get out of this place?"
"No," the lady said firmly, "but you would be lucky if you were made a royal concubine. Th eking has a lot of them, but he has hardly touched any. Most of them live normally, but they cannot be with any other man."
Bulma sighed, "That's way better than being with every single man."
The lady croaked a laugh, "Yes. But you have no hope of being a concubine. The king will never put you as one for his son. You have done enough damage to yourself and your reputation is not a good one."
Bulma agreed, "yes, you're right." A tear fell down her cheek. She had long ago vowed never, ever to use her body for something so degrading as this. And here she was, about to give it up and for no gain at all. Just a cruel and unusual punishment.
"Oh, you are crying," the lady said sympathetically, getting a tissue and drying her cheeks so as not to ruin the make-up, "do not tell me you are a virgin?"
Bulma nodded and the lady shook her head, "Oh, you better pray to the gods for mercy, because those sayajins have none. Pray that you survive."
But dying to Bulma didnt seem like such a bad idea anyway. She looked at herself in the mirror and was almost unble to recognize herself. She sure had changed in the past years. She had been a skinny and malnutritioned girl with no curves to speak of. But she had changed remarkably while working for the queen. She had been nourished and taken care of. And now, here she was with a voluptuous body and a beauty she'd never dreamed of having; only to have it wasted on perverted men and their insatiable lust. She made a large effort not to throw up.
"Come, come," a short woman with black hair called to Bulma, "we will put your jewelry now."
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"Your majesty, the women for the elite men have been brought out for your approval," a soldier informed the king as he made his way to the ballroom.
The king waved him off, "I shall not be the judge of that today, I have a very important matter to attend to. But my son can tell you which ones are good enough and which ones are not." The king finished as he rushed in to the large room.
All the women stood in line, chained to the other and heads bowed.
"My prince, which will you approve?" the soldier asked.
Vegeta stood there with a frown and arms over his chest as Isa smiled intently, waiting for his judgement.
My father always leaves me with his dumb responsibilities, Vegeta thought bitterly, looking at all the women. They looked okay, who was he supposed to reject or approve. It wasnt like he was going to fuck any of them...or...could he? He thought this as a certain woman caught his attention. He walked over to her and managed not to gasp.
It couldnt be. The big-mouthed slave was more beautiful than he'd ever imagined!
She looked up at him and glared at him. He couldnt help but smirk. Damn it, that attitude of hers really turned him on. But he grew angry as the thought dawned on him. She was going to be given to random men to sleep with her. And he knew for a fact that they would not hesitate on the opportunity of taking her. She was the most appealing and exotic from the rest of the women.
"Ahem," Isa deliberately called on the prince's attention. She didnt like the lustful way with which he was looking at that particular girl. But she grew furious as she got closer and noticed she was none other than that slave girl that she herself had sent to the palace bordello.
"Oh? Well, look who's got a transformation. Look at you, all ready for the reaping," Isa laughed sarcastically, "that'll teach you to learn your place."
"That's enough," Vegeta said annoyed at Isa's interruption.
Isa frowned. For a prince who hated a slave, he was being mighty nice and defensive to her. "Very well, take this one and introduce her as tonight's special," Isa said to the soldier as she pointed to Bulma.
"What? How dare you give orders?! I am the prince here, not you. I think you're the one who needs to learn her place, bitch!" Vegeta almost shouted angrily. He didnt like how she was sliding her way into everything.
'Oh, I'm sorry, honey. Is just that...she is so beautiful. I mean, surely, you're not thinking of rejecting her. If anything, she is the most beautiful of the pack. Or...do you feel a special...thing for her and dont wish her to be used by others?" Isa asked derisively.
Vegeta glared at her. Damn her for putting him on that fucking spot. It was true, though. If he rejected her, word would spread fast that he was protecting her or keeping her for himself and that would not be good.
He had no choice, "Very well, take her along with those five," he ordered the soldier as he looked away from Bulma's accusing and terrified stare and walked away.
"Good luck...slut," Isa said with a smile as she waltzed away, catching up with Vegeta.
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"Where are you going?" Manases asked to his fellow elite friends.
"We are going to get a good lay after years of not getting some!" a drunken soldier yelled as the others laughed.
"Hey Turles! Radditz! Where are you going so early?" they called to the pair of brothers as they put down their glasses and started to exit.
"Home. Our father cant wait to see us," Turles said with a smirk.
"Come on! Let's have some more drinks. The king wouldnt want you to leave!!" the drunk encouraged.
"Nah, the king is just as drunk as everyone else, he wont notice," Turles laughed.
"We'll see you early tomorrow for the induction of the new soldiers that will replace us," Radditz said as he waved off.
"Yeah, those young men have nothing on us! Nothing!" the drunk yelled as he laughed.
"Hey, Radditz! That girl Staela has a brat of yours!" Manases shouted jokingly as Radditz laughed.
"Yeah right, I heard that whore was caught with Nappa. Filthy bitch," Turles said to his brother as they walked out.
Radditz nodded, "Brother, I'll see you tomorrow."
"You mean, you're not going to see Kakarot?" Turles asked.
"Yes, of course. But the king wants to speak with me."
Turles laughed, "the king's drunk! And you look like you had a bit too much too."
"I know. I'll wait a bit," he said as he waved his brother good-bye.
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"Com on, beautiful," a soldier called as he grabbed Bulma and led her to a room, "there's your first duty."
Bulma gasped as the soldier closed the door behind her and she was left in a dark room. She could not see anything at all, but she knew there was someone there.
"Come here, dont be scared." A voice called out as it got closer.
"Leave me alone," Bulma said as she tried to back away, but the wall was right behind her and there was nowhere else to go.
She froze as she felt two strong hands wrapping around her and roaming through her body. She screamed as she tried to free herself.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? This is what you fucking do, so shut up and let's get this over with!" the man said angrily, picking her up and setting her down on the bed. He kissed her feverishly and quickly, in a rush to get things done. Bulma cried silently as she felt his lips on her neck.
"Hmm, you...smell good," he said lightly, pausing to feel her hair. Bulma felt him freeze and all she could see in the darkness was the intensity of his eyes.
"Ce-Celeste?" the man whispered incredulously. Even after all these years, he couldnt forget the soft, aqua-blue hair of hers.
Bulma jumped up and gasped, "Radditz?!"
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Oh damn! What a surprise! Well, did you really think I had forgotten Radditz??? He's back people. But what will happen? Will he...make use of her...or will he let her go? And Prince Vegeta is starting to really fall hard for the little slave isnt he?
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