The humor fell quickly from Bulmas' face as she turned to realize this was the Medical screening she hoped she had avoided in the anculia house. Each of the girls in front of her had been stripped nude and one was being held down on an exam table.
"Wait, are you raping her, Freza will kill you for that!" she desperately tried reminding them.
"Relax it's a medical exam, besides Dodoria can't rape them, hes' a eunuch aren't you DoDo." The short blue skinned man with an enlarged head said from beside her. He laughed as he tried to strip the jump suit from her. "Why the hell did they dress you anyway, this shit is impossible to just rip off you like the usual slave clothes?" he said as he struggled with the fabric.
Bulma struggled with him to keep her clothes on, medical exam or not she was not going to be touched by these disgusting things. The man fought harder against her, and she struggled more. Lashing out against his face and eyes, in desperation she grabbed hold of a flap covering what could be his ear and tugged nearly ripping it off.
She began snarling and attempting to bite him as he cried out "Medicate this one she's vicious."
A sudden sharp pinch in her back side followed by sweet dark oblivion overcame her.
She dreamt of Goku's sweet innocent face, with a hand against the glass of her window. He was sad, alone, yet she couldn't move to get to him. She couldn't help as he was pulled along by another person, away from her window.
Now I know I'm dead. She thought groggy from the wearing off of the alcohol and medication, a combination she never would have willingly attempted even in her party days. Everything felt warm and soft, so soft it was plush. And bright, she rolled her head and brushed the fuzz out of her eyes. The plush pillow was covered with the same fluffy white fabric as the rest of the floor, everything felt like a cushion, soft and bouncy.
The room was kept quite warm because it wasn't until she sat up that she realized she was nude, quickly sitting up the room bounced beneath her as she tossed the pillow over herself trying to cover her nakedness with the too small pillow.
"What, where the hell am I?" she asked no one.
"OW, she said as she sat up, rubbing a sore spot at the base of her neck in the back as she scooted towards the wall.
"The harem duh, and don't play with that it's your tracking chip." Came the reply from a blonde woman five feet away. The woman looked up from her book to reveal green silted eyes, like a frog or lizard. Her skin was a soft green scales which offset her blue lips beautifully.
"You came in with the new girls, you were sedated so I figured you had tried to fight them. Dumb move, if your nice about it, it doesn't hurt as much." She advised. "I guess you can't fight your nature though, stupid move putting a Sayian in a Harem if you ask me. They would be better off breeding you and training the off-spring to fight as soldiers. But maybe that's the plan." She rambled on, clearly enjoying gossip and the sense of superiority sharing her knowledge gave her.
"I'm not a Sayian." Bulma said rubbing her temples.
"Yha sure dye your hair, loose the tail, try to pretend your something else. Freza will figure it out one anyway, probably already has. What's your gimmick anyway?" she asked.
"I don't have a gimmick, I just want to get the hell out of here." She muttered as she neared the large mirror across the room, it took up the entire half of the room.
"It looks out on the hall, it's a two way mirror. The soldiers can come and look, and if you're not already claimed, they can buy some of your time." She said.
"Why is the floor so bouncy?" Bulma asked trying to reason through the medicated haze.
"The better to make you bounce," She replied bobbing the floor as she said it, earning a muffled hoot from behind the mirror. "The soldiers think it's sexy, but its comfortable to lay on so I'm not complaining."
"I take it were naked for the same reason." Bulma said flatly.
"Yeppers, you catch on quick." She replied returning to her book.
"How do I get ahold of a good book or something?" Bulma asked, finally shaking from her daze.
"The box over there has some entertainment stuff, if the soldiers like you they'll drop something off with a love note." she said nodding to a crate in the corner.
Bulma made her way over to the crate, off balance on the bouncy floor. At one point she fell on her ass completely, causing her legs to fly up in the air and a round of cheers from the mirror. After regaining what little balance she could she began looking through the box. In it she found her Ipod from the ship, and the set of headsets she had made. Attached to it was a post-it that said 'Sorry' in rough handwriting unmistakably Goku's.
"When did this get here?" she asked the room.
"One of the Sayians put it in there earlier today, friend of yours?" Another girl asked.
"Not anymore." Bulma said dejectedly as she settled into her music.
The minutes passed to hours and Bulma read, and lounged with the rest of the women in the harem. No one really spoke to each other more than necessary. More likely because they knew they were being watched and listened to constantly, nothing was private. And not unlike the anculia house, Bulma didn't want to make friends here; they would just be more people to morn later.
The hours turned into days, Bulma hoped that she was forgotten, but judging but the cat calls in the mirror it was only a matter of time before she was thrown to the wolfs. Throughout the days women would come and go as they were called. But occasionally they wouldn't return. Bulma would pretend they had escaped, invent secret love affairs in her mind and stories about how the girls escaped with their true love by their side. But the chill down her spine begged to differ.
Then one day, "Monkey!" one of the men shouted from the door. "Hey Bitch I'm callin' you!" he shouted again as a girl elbowed her.
"He means you." She whispered.
"My name is Bulma." She said in reply as she set down her book.
"Your name is dip shit monkey for all I'm concerned get your ass over here and do your job." He said vulgarly grabbing himself as she was shoved by the other girls towards him.
He grabbed her by the arms and tugged her out of the room, as he chuckled. "Zarbons askin' for you," he said as if it was a big joke.
She was tossed into a small room with a cot in the corner and a chair at a small desk. She quickly tore the sheet from the bed to cover herself and sat in the chair as far away from the bed as possible.
As Zarbon entered she said. "I don't know what you're expecting but I would die before I let you rape me."
"I'm not here to have sex with you." He said scowling at her. "But if I were it would be far from rape, I'm rather talented." He said settling into the bed.
"If you aren't going to rape me that why am I here?" she asked confused.
"I paid for your time, what I do with you is my business. Or in this case Frezas." He began. "Freza has some very important guests arriving next week, your talents will be required as entertainment. A singing monkey is quite the novelty."
"Oh, ok, what do I get for it?" She asked boldly.
"To serve your illustrious leader, of course." Zarbon said, as if this alone was reward enough.
"Ha, then no not interested." She said turning away.
"Not interested? You don't have a choice Freza commands it." He said shocked.
"I do have a choice, and I won't do it. I want fair payment for my services if I am to perform." She said nose in the air.
"You will sing, or you will scream!" Zarbon said halling her up into the air by her shoulders.
"Careful if you hurt my throat or make me scream my voice will be hoarse, who do you think Freza would punish for that huh?" Bulma asked coyly.
Zarbon let her slide to the floor. "What are your demands, whore." He said.
"I'm not being paid for sex, therefore I'm not a whore. But I would appreciate clothing, a real private room, and the freedom the walk around the palace. Oh, and to no longer belong to the harem. I don't want to risk anyone getting the idea that I'm a whore." She said listing it all out.
"But you are you were bought for the harem." Zarbon said stunned at her lengthy list.
"No, when Freza bought me it was for my singing talent and my entertainment value, you heard it yourself." She countered.
"Clothing, fine you'll need it to preform anyway. But for a room you'll have to ask Freza himself." Zarbon replied.
"Alright, who am I singing for?" she asked settling into the chair and smoothing the blanket over herself like a dress.
"Freza" Zarbon said confused.
"No, who are his guests? I'll need to work on a song list that would please them. And I'll need access to machines for the music, speakers ect. And the stage area for a dance routine." She mused.
"Fine, make a list." Zarbon said frustrated with a slave making demands.