Chapter o1 ~ the canary's ballad

warning: explicit sexual content and rough depictions of sex

Bulma wiped the sweat from her brow. Her ass stung. Her cunt ached. And her body was crushed by the muscular brute of a man named Vegeta, making it difficult to breathe. He snored lightly on her chest, arms wrapped around her, legs tangled with hers. If anyone were to walk in on them, they could be mistaken for lovers. Perhaps they were.

She ran her fingers through his spiky hair and lightly traced the curve of his widow's peak. In sleep, his face lost its harshness. The angry leader of the Saiyans disappeared and he was a normal man. She traced the ridges of muscles at his shoulder. He was power personified. A dangerous beast of the battlefield that struck fear into the hearts of all his opponents.

Despite his violent preferences during sex, the first time he took her, he was gentle and loving. It almost made her think she would be the exception to the rule. The other girls weren't so lucky. They were divided between outright jealousy and brown nosers hoping it would grant them an easier time. It was futile in the end. He gave her special treatment, and her alone. If the others dared to defy him the way she did they would be killed.

She was not the only one he was violent with, but she knew she was the only one that enjoyed it. Somewhere along the lines his perversions became her own. She loved him dominating her and taking her within an inch of her sanity before crushing it in a sweet sensation.

Yet, in the back of her mind, she knew she had to kill him. During sex, it would be easy to choke him to death. He liked to be choked as he fucked her, so it wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary. Just hold onto him longer than usual, let him lose his last breaths under the guise of pleasure.

As he slept on her breast, she could slip a knife from under his pillow and slit his throat. He would never know what happened as he bled to death. Or perhaps she could empty a poison into his lips, hidden in a secret ring on her finger. But she never did.

No matter how many days passed with her sleeping in his bed, fantasizing about killing him, she never worked up the nerve to do it. His sleeping face haunted her. For all his anger, in his sleep he held her, and only her. If the other girls shared his bed, he would send them out the moment after he finished. She was the only one that saw him at his most vulnerable.

The jewels were her currency. In the event she actually killed him and escaped, she needed the jewels to trade for essentials. She wore as many as she could in preparation for that day. He thought it was her vanity. The fool. He gifted her jewels all the time, not knowing that she collected them for his eventual demise.

But just as she would cross the line to end his life, something stopped her. Their eyes met and she felt pity for him. Or she remembered how difficult it would be to disappear in this land, where everyone knew her as his first woman.

He had been of age for several years and refused to take on a bride. Rumors named her as the cause. She knew the real reason, of course. He had a difficult time being gentle, both in and out of bed. No nobles wanted to send their daughter to a bloodthirsty warrior prince whose sexual perversions mixed with violence, no matter how powerful and rich he became through his conquests.

As sad as it may seem, his first woman, head of all his concubines, slave of over fifteen years, may be the only one compatible with him. And she wanted him dead.

She scratched his back, admiring the sleek way it tapered to his hips. His skin was littered with scars from battle. He claimed to be a god of war. He may be. She'd seen him recover from wounds that would kill a normal man. Even now, as he approached mid-adulthood, his body seemed just as healthy and strong as a man in his teens. He didn't seem to age at all. Aside from his scars he looked every bit the same as he did when she first laid eyes upon him.

For several years of her life, especially in the few after he plucked her from her hell, she imagined him a god. She prayed every night for his death. When one god wouldn't oblige, she moved onto the next. After exhausting all her options she wondered if his claim was true.

She still didn't know for certain. To hear his men speak of him on the battlefield, he may as well be a god.

Her back ached. She shifted her weight. He opened his eyes and gave her a drowsy smile, lightly kissing the curve of her breast. His lips followed her skin until he reached her nipple. He sucked on it. She felt him become hard as he did.

Certain things became necessary in this world to survive. Rather than open herself up to another session of rough sex her body couldn't handle, she took dominance over him. He liked it some days. If the gods were merciful today would be one of them.

She pushed him onto his back and crawled down the bed, taking him into her mouth. It took a lot of practice to be able to get him down her throat without gagging. When erect, his penis was about as long and thick as her forearm. Most of the girls couldn't handle him. They came back to their quarters bloody and torn.

She enjoyed the way he stretched her throat and the way she made him moan when she took him down. Those were her small victories in this place, her moments of power. As she continued pushing him down her throat, she felt him become harder. She cupped his taut balls in her hand and gave them a light squeeze as she bobbed up and down. His breaths came out ragged. She wrapped her hands around him and began stroking him as she sucked on his head.

He tugged her hair, pulling her off him. So much for getting off easy. She flipped her body around and pushed on his chest, shoving him back down on the bed. He snarled. She returned his glare and put all of her body weight on his shoulders.

It was of little use. He easily flipped her onto her back. She scratched at his chest and tried to flip them back over. She felt him at her entrance. She thrust her head up and hit his with hers. He loosened his grip for a second. Using all her body weight, she pushed and rolled her body on top of his. She grabbed his neck and squeezed until her knuckles were white.

He stared at her with a smile. She felt his erection beside her leg. Carefully rotating her hips, she managed to get him at her entrance. She shook his neck as she lowered herself on him. It stung, but it didn't hurt like it would have if she let him take control.

His moans came out as thin rasps. She kept her eyes locked onto his. Those evil eyes, always glaring or scowling at things. He reached for her hips and commanded her to bounce steadily on him. She tightened her grip around his neck. Her arms shook from the strain. She watched as his focus shifted away from her. Just a little more, and the world will be free of his evil.

He opened his mouth in a silent roar. She felt heat spread inside her. He reached up and caressed her cheek. She released him. He wrapped a lock of hair around his finger and pulled her face down to his in a kiss.

Guilt stabbed her heart as she relished his tender kisses. The days he indulged her with sweetness were days she understood him as truly happy. He couldn't say things with words. He always held back his feelings. But she knew him. She was by his side for years and she shared a bed with him for almost as long. Through her hatred for him she came to know each and every bit of him. She had to know how to hurt him most in order to make him suffer, but in doing that she forged a bond with him she struggled to escape. Perhaps in the end she was more twisted than he was.

A knock on the door interrupted them. He gently pushed her aside. She rolled off the bed and walked to the door. "Kakarot," she greeted with a smile.

He cringed upon seeing her.

He must have left a mark after slapping me last night.

"The seer is here."

Oh, it must be a full moon again. No wonder Vegeta is acting weird. She nodded and bowed. "I will tell my Lord. Do you have any other business?"

"Are you okay?" he whispered.

She nodded. He frowned, but turned around and left. She shut the door softly behind her. Kakarot was as kind as Vegeta was cruel. It was hard to believe he was his right-hand man. Even after seeing them together for years she couldn't figure out how the two were friends. Maybe he was like her, and saw the Vegeta that lurked beyond the darkness.

She walked back to Vegeta, who lounged on the bed. "The seer is here."

"I hate that old hag," he muttered.

She cracked a smile. The seer didn't seem too fond of him either. She enjoyed the days the seer came. Other than herself, she was the only one that dared to talk down to Vegeta. "Do you wish to bathe?" she asked.

He scoffed. "I'm not here to impress her. Get my robe."

She walked to his closet and pulled out a silken robe. Vegeta got off the bed and stood. She hooked his arm through one sleeve. She took the other side and walked around him then took the sash and began looping it around his midsection. She tied it into a single looped bow.

On his bared chest, she saw a fresh pink spot. She reached up and touched it. "You have a new scar."

"An arrow hit me on the last battle." He took her hand in his.

She sucked in a breath and looked up at him, expecting a punishment for speaking out of turn.

He gave her a half smile and moved her hand away. "It will take more than an arrow to kill me."

"So it seems." She couldn't hide the disappointment in her voice.

He laughed. "If I die, it will be by your hands."

Her heart skipped a beat. Does he suspect something?

He walked over to a table and picked up a box. "Come here."

She obediently followed. "Yes?"

He opened the box and pulled out a golden necklace smattered with precious stones. She closed the gap between him and he put it on her. She held it up to the window and watched the light dance off the stones. "Not as nice as the one you destroyed last night."

He laughed. "I have a new present for you." He lifted up a weird looking metallic item. It had a large cone shaped bulb on the end and had several golden chains embellished with jewels hanging off the other.

She arched an eyebrow. "What is that?"

"Those savages wore it when we conquered them."

"Savages wore them, and you're giving it to me?"

"You are a slave, therefore you are a savage."

He murders thousands in the name of his ideals and he has the nerve to call me savage. She had a feeling she would regret voicing her next thought. "How do I wear it?"

His grin had an evil glint to it. He tapped her thighs. "Spread them."

"No."

He glared. "Did you not learn your lesson last night?"

"I refuse to wear that."

In a smooth motion, he lifted her up by her midsection and shoved the offending item inside. She yelped as the cold metal seared her insides. He smirked. "Don't like it?"

She punched his shoulder. "At least warm it up before you stick that in me!"

His laughter filled the room. "Walk."

The cold metal felt uncomfortable inside and did little to soothe her soreness. She struggled to keep a normal gait. The strings tangled in her legs. She turned and crossed her arms. "I hate it. Take it out."

"Wear it all day and I'll give you a reward."

"I have more than I could ever desire. Don't you think this is suited to someone else, perhaps?"

He scoffed. "You alone are the one I gift riches to."

A fact she was painfully aware of.

He ran his fingertip around her nipple and pinched it until it became erect. "I hoped to find another that could satisfy me. It seems you're the only one."

Another fact she was painfully aware of. "The seer waits," she reminded him. The sooner she could be alone the sooner she could take the offending jewelry out.

"Yes, the hag. Let's see what nonsense she'll spew this month."

Being the first, she was allowed by his side. Should he ever take on a wife, she would take the spot walking by his side, but for now she walked in pace with him. Her butt ached with each step. His men and the help that roamed the halls gawked at her new décor. I'm sure vagina tassels make quite an impression. Thanks, Vegeta.

They entered the meeting hall, a huge circular room that doubled as a throne room whenever King Vegeta deemed it worthy to attend to stately matters. In a way, she felt sorry for Vegeta. He was forced to handle both state and military matters. Of course, he was also fond of taking out his stress on the girls, including her.

The seer sat in the center on a stool, an elderly woman clad in a dirty robe and with a hunched back. "Ah, if it isn't the douche prince and his whore. Can't say I've missed you these past two months."

"Get on with it," Vegeta barked.

"This will be the last time I see you."

"Oh, you finally foresaw your death?"

She leaned her head back and cackled. "I saw yours, Prince of the Saiyans. Yours and that whore you're in love with."

"What are you babbling about, woman?"

"There's an army coming from the north, led by a man named Frieza. He will kill all of you and take over this land."

Vegeta laughed. "Do you know how many I've conquered, hag?"

"Those skirmishes are nothing compared to the war Frieza brings. You conquered a continent? Frieza has taken over most of the world!"

"And so the world will be mine when I defeat him?"

"When? Are you daft? Did you not hear me say you will be dead?"

Vegeta held his fist in the air. "We ride north tomorrow morning!"

Whatever elation she held hearing Vegeta's impending death was marred with the realization she would die too. Vegeta rides north, he dies, Frieza continues down to the capital and kills her. The only way to save her life was to run away whenever Vegeta left.

He walked out of the room. She followed him the best she could, considering her soreness and the weird object he found on his last crusade.

"Whore!" the seer called.

Bulma turned around.

"Your decision will change fate."

She turned around and followed Vegeta without saying another word. He stopped outside of his room. She opened the door and he walked inside. "I expect you waiting for me after dinner."

"Just me?" she asked, hoping to alleviate her soreness by bringing another to keep him entertained.

"Are you questioning my orders?"

"Don't you think it's been too long since we invited another to our bed?"

He growled and slapped her. "Who are you to share me? What am I?"

The slap cut her lip. She spit out the blood. "My sun and moon."

"Yes," he snapped. "You will pack your things and meet me in my chamber after dinner."

She blinked. "Pack my things?"

"You are going with me."

The world swirled around her. She barely managed to reply "Yes, my Lord." In her shocked stupor. How am I going to escape now? She stumbled back to her quarters. Being the first, she was allowed a private room, unlike the other girls who all shared one room together.

Once inside, she pulled out the vagina tassels, collapsed on the bed, and stared upward at the gilded ceiling. What choice did that old hag mean? She wrecked her mind for a moment over it, but quickly gave up. Seers worked on vague meanings. The energy would be better spent figuring out how to escape.

Supposing she left tonight, she would be immediately caught. Vegeta may not be in as great of a mood tomorrow as he was today. She could try to refuse, but that would probably go as well as her suggestion earlier. The only choice she had was to go with him.

She sat up. "That's it." She wasn't a soldier. While there was a skirmish going on, she could leave in the chaos. She squealed in happiness. She may leave without vengeance for her family, but at least she could be free.

She only owned two pairs of pants and one shirt, made years ago. They were both tight on her body. Being in the castle all the time and mostly naked gave her little in the way of wardrobe. She busied herself picking out the jewelry that looked the most expensive. She couldn't take much with her. Wearing them outside would draw attention to her.

She grabbed one of the cloths she wrapped around her body and tied it into a makeshift knapsack. It was still a little too sheer for her liking, but once they were outside she could dirty it with mud to mask the rich insides. Satisfied with her selections, she walked next door to the communal chamber with the other slave girls.

When she entered, the looks on their faces told her that they were relieved she was the one called last night and not them. She didn't dare tell them she enjoyed it.

"Good news, ladies. He rides tomorrow."

The collective gasped. "Are you serious? He just returned," one said. She never bothered learning all of their names. The body of girls constantly rotated. If they failed to please Vegeta, which many of them did, they would be sequestered off to other men.

"The seer foretold this country's demise at the hands of a man named Frieza."

"But King Vegeta always wins."

But the seer always said he would win. This time is different. She mulled for a moment over telling them that fact. They can't escape. Even if they did, they'd be in a worse off position than I would. Bulma put on a smile. "He does. I have some other news. Prince Vegeta has requested I ride with him to war."

"You're leaving?"

Bulma nodded. "I leave tomorrow morning."

"Why?"

"I don't know." Vegeta always acted weird around the full moon. His moodiness became worse. He became antsy. There was a strange sort of desperation that drove him mad around the full moon. Maybe the seer's words affected him. Or maybe he wanted her there for nightly relief. Either way, once she left she would never come back. "I am going to leave behind my jewels. Take them, hide them, and use them as you may."

"What does that mean?"

Bulma left without another word. In a world of no hope, perhaps she gave them a bit. A ring or two may not be enough to live, but it was enough to get away. From there, they could figure it out. Once back in her room, she gathered her things to go to the bath. She needed to prepare herself for Vegeta tonight.

Bulma ate a light meal for lunch and declined dinner. The last thing she needed was to vomit all over Vegeta. He didn't take too kindly to that the first and only time it happened. His kick gave her a small bruise on her right breast, but from the stares she expected that her face was marred. Not even a scratch. A small scab was on her lip, but she plucked it off and looked normal. He didn't seem to hit her as hard as he used to. Maybe he's getting soft in his old age. She laughed at the thought of Vegeta ever being soft.

Once her face was made up to her satisfaction, she made her way to his quarters. Dinner started only a few moments ago. Vegeta hated to wait. It was better for her to be in his room and wait for hours than it would be to not be there when he arrived.

She curled up on his bed. Just as she was about to fall asleep, she heard the door open. She rolled off the bed and walked to greet Vegeta. She froze when she saw his face. He looked frustrated. That didn't bode well for her unless she mitigated his mood before they started.

His gaze went up and down her body. "You kept it in."

"I was promised a reward."

"That's never stopped you before."

She strut to him, taking care to exaggerate her steps so her hips danced as she walked, and twisted the tail end of the half bow around her finger. "Care to tell me what my dedication earned?" She pulled the string and his robe loosely opened, revealing a budding erection.

He pulled her close to him and lifted her legs around his midsection. He carried her, but not to the bed like she expected. She felt the smooth silk curtains brush her shoulders and the chill breeze of the evening hit her back. He set her down and shrugged off his robe.

She held her breath. The moonlight illuminated his body. She'd seen him nude countless times, but each time she marveled at his handsome features as though she'd never seen him before. Maybe I am as sick as he is. She met his eyes and began taking off the sheer wrap she wore. When she finished, she leaned against the balcony, showing off her curves. She watched his erection grow as he looked at her.

He walked to her, proud and powerful, and she shivered in anticipation. He brushed her hair behind her ear then kissed her deeply. She welcomed his tongue into her mouth. He put his arm around her waist and held her close to him. He ground his hips into her then growled, breaking them apart. He reached down and yanked out the jewelry then tossed it over the balcony. Before she could relish the victory of the offending item being banished from her life, he captured her lips in his with a voracious hunger.

He broke them apart, leaving her breathless. He crouched down and before she could ask what he was doing, he put his tongue inside her. She squealed as a surprising new sensation ran through her body. She wrapped her leg around his head and leaned against the balcony for balance. It didn't take long for an orgasm to explode through her body. He caught her as her knees buckled. He let her balance herself against the balcony before standing and kissing her.

She took his erection in her hand and stroked it as they kissed. He had a desperation in his kisses, something that needed to be sated. She took his frustrations and gave him sweetness in return. She could feel him start to relax into her rhythm. When he broke them apart, she searched his face for any hint of what bothered him. He acted strange during the full moon, yes, but it couldn't be explained fully by his actions. Since when did he care if she got off? Even as early as this morning he only cared about his own pleasure.

"Vegeta," she whispered as their eyes met.

His brows furrowed. He put his hand over hers and felt around for her entrance. She hooked her leg around his waist and helped guide him. She met his gaze and gave a slight nod. She expected him to crash into her, but instead he slowly pushed inside. Her sore walls relaxed around him. He pressed his forehead against hers, still rocking inside achingly slow. His body trembled as he held her, as though he held back for her sake.

She kissed him, prodding him to feed his desperation into her. Something obviously bothered him, and even though they couldn't speak to each other, she wanted to alleviate his pain with her body. Her persuasive kisses invoked the furor she desired. He picked up her leg and held her hips over him. He slammed into her, treating her body as little more than a ragdoll.

She cooed as pleasure pulsated through her. His sweaty body glistened under the silver moon. She tangled her fingers in his hair and kissed him. He growled and forced them apart then spun her around, forcing her to lean over the balcony. She felt him twist her hair around his arm. He entered her and pulled her head back at the same time. As he pounded her he slapped her ass with his other hand. Her body became numb with the sensations. She could see people walking below them, some more daring men stared.

"There's people watching," she gasped.

"Give them a show."

A euphoric sense of freedom came over her. She screamed his name, letting everyone below know how she loved being his toy. He pulled her up to him and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them together and pinching her nipple between his fingers. She leaned her head back and opened her mouth, letting their tongues twirl together.

He lifted her leg up and put it on the railing. The people below had a better view of his cock entering her. Their eyes upon her heightened her senses. She felt him more acutely and relished as his thick cock slid in and out.

Just as she felt the beginnings of an orgasm he pulled out and threw her to the ground. "I'm the only one who will see that face." Using her hair as a leash, he dragged her back inside. She could barely crawl fast enough to keep up. He picked her up and threw her on the bed. She stared at him as he loomed over her. This was the Vegeta she adored. Dangerous. Proud. Someone who dominated over her completely. He pulled her to the edge of the bed and entered her. She leaned her head back and relished the tingling pleasure coursing through her body.

He grabbed the necklace around her neck and pulled her up. "I thought I told you not to wear jewelry to bed with me." He twisted it around his hand. He pulled enough on the chain to give the sensation of restraint, but not enough to actually choke her. Of course. She did it to kill him, after all.

"You dirty whore. You liked them watching you."

She grunted out an affirmative.

He slapped her cheek. "Whose cock do you belong to?"

She tried to say out his name, but no sound came out.

He slapped her again. "Answer me!"

"Yours," she rasped.

He smirked. "That's right, you nasty slut."

She closed her eyes in bliss. She couldn't take much more of this.

He tugged on the chain, jerking her head up. "Look at me."

His huge biceps bulged. She watched his abs contract as he rocked his hips forward. Sweat glistened on his skin. As their gaze met, she knew she belonged to him completely. And she hated that. She despised herself for accepting the man who murdered her entire clan, who took her in as a slave, whose pleasure only came with pain.

Her body throbbed. She couldn't take much more of it, but she knew they were at a point where he had to give her permission. He tightened his hold on the necklace. The chain cut into her skin. He pulled her up so his face was a mere inch from hers.

"You're close, aren't you?" he mocked.

She glared at him, hating him for mocking the state he put her in.

He chuckled. "I know you are. Did you think you can hide anything from me?" He shoved his tongue in her mouth. She could still taste herself on him. Memories of how magical his tongue felt inside her came back. Her body throbbed, aching for release.

When he broke the kiss apart, she wasted no breath. "Please."

He smiled and nibbled on her lips. "Please?"

"Let me come."

He threw her back down on the bed. "Should I?" He leaned over her and twisted her nipples. Her back arched as a shockwave of pain transformed to pleasure. He laughed.

She hated hearing him laugh at her, but she craved release. "Please."

"Yes, beg for it. Tell me what you want."

"Let me come, Master."

He roped his fingers through the hair on her mound and pulled. She gasped. The intensity of the pleasure almost became painful. "Please," she begged through gritted teeth.

"What am I?"

"My sun and moon," she squealed.

"And what will I give you?"

"Everything," she gasped. "Please, let me."

He loomed over her and bit her earlobe. "Don't leave my side."

Her eyes widened. "Vegeta?"

"Tell me."

"I'm yours," she cried. "I'm yours forever."

"Good girl." He leaned up and grabbed her hips and began pounding her with reckless abandon. "Come on your master's cock."

The world went black for a moment. She screamed as her body released the pent up energy inside.

"Fucking whore," he moaned. "Shit!"

He collapsed on her. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him. That same sort of desperation she sensed in him before returned. She tangled her fingers in his hair, and attempted to take control, trying to stem his feverish kisses. She felt him grow hard again inside her. What's bothering you, Vegeta?

He pulled out and lifted her up by her waist, then pushed her forward so her body was completely on the bed. She looked into his eyes. He didn't seem to see her, as though his mind were somewhere else. She welcomed him inside her and embraced him, trying to ease his worries in the only way she knew. He crushed her body in his arms. Despite his strength, he felt weak.

The seer's words came back to her. Is he scared he's going to die?

A/N: Wow, thank you so much for the reviews and follows! I didn't expect that at all! Thank you again, it helped spur me to write. :]