Warning: Sexual Content

Abducted

Chapter 1: Animal Attraction

by hmfan24

The walls were white and the ceiling was blue. The room had minimal furniture in various tones of gray. The floor was slick, tile that were freezing against the soles of her feet. The entire room was cold and ugly. What kind of weirdo lived here? One could guess the decorator was trying to go with a space theme, but the overall feel of the room was just "bleh".

The last thing Bulma remembered was walking away from Yamcha. Now she was in some kind of space-themed room on a bed with no pillows. Somehow her bunny costume had been covered by a bland, gray gown. She only had two cocktails, and she was no light-weight, so she couldn't have been that drunk. Things felt so surreal yet real at the same time. Pinching herself only grounded her more.

"Show no fear," she met her reflection in the corner of the room near a window. Like a child, she pressed her palms to the window and looked out, "Wahhh, I really am in space!" she yelled in astonishment.

"Surprised?" said a nearly sinister voice from behind her.

"No, actually, weird things like this have been happening to me ever since I was a kid," she put her hand to her hip and made a muscle with her free arm. "So what I'm in outer space? My boyfriend's best friend is a shape-shifting cat." She giggled then turned around.

"Boyfriend?" asked Vegeta, never having heard the word before.

This man was her height, maybe an inch taller, and standing extremely close to her for someone she just met. His hair stood above them in a spiky style she had never seen before. And his clothes...some kind of space armor? This guy was taking his space fixation way too far. She scoffed, "Yeah... so is that real?" She poked his chest and felt the foreign material, "Woah, that's hard. I don't think I've ever seen this before. What's it made of?" Despite her innocuous disposition, she felt an immediate animal attraction to the man. Improper thoughts bounced around in her mind, not yet gaining form. She traced the finger down before retracting it in the realization that it lingered for too long.

He cringed at the shockwave caused by her sudden touch although he didn't read it as an ability in her profile. The withdrawal had left just as big of an impact as the initial touch. "Kevlar? I think. I don't know. This armor is brand-new and I 'forgot' to attend the orientation," he said as he stripped it from his body and threw it to the floor. As he found his way to the edge of the bed, he smiled smugly to himself. This woman looked better than her profile led him to believe. Her pale, white body seemed softer and smoother than any he had ever seen his in life. The straight blue hair was a sexy addition as well. Yes, this woman was more than satisfying to look at. Though the fake rabbit ears were a bit odd. The woman had a strong scent of sweet bread that he could smell from the dining hall, but upon gaining proximity, had mixed with an odd chemical smell that simulated plants. He wiped his nose and snorted unattractively.

Bulma bent down to pick the suit up which was more difficult than she expected. It weighed as much as she did and sure did have a lot of brown stains in the armpit areas for something he claimed was brand-new, but upon closer observation, it was probably comfortable and elastic enough for even her to wear. She put it on. Think of what people would say if she wore these kind of shoulder pads around town. "How much for one of these?" she giggled.

What was this woman doing? She was supposed to be taking her clothes off, and yet here she was putting his clothes on. Perhaps this was some odd Earth mating ritual. He groaned and pulled his blue suit off his arms and down to his waist.

"HEY!" Bulma yelled, yanking his attention, "I asked you a question: How much?"

As much as he wanted to be agitated by her rude behavior, he was instead drawn to her boldness. He shrugged, "How am I supposed to know?" and returned to his muse of the odd paradox.

"Well, you got any spares around here?" she asked, walking around to find a closet. "Where do you keep them?" This guy was a total geek; he had dozens of suits exactly like this one.

"What do you think you're doing?" Vegeta asked. Now he was irritated. He pulled the girl out of the closet and picked her up, tossing her to the bed. "Stay out of my closet!"

The busty bluehead rubbed her head, "Ass..." She sat up to see the weirdo in his underwear, staring at her own like it was something foreign. If anything bothered her, it was perversion, but she always found a way to work that trait to her advantage. "Let me guess," she rose an eyebrow, "you've never seen a girl's panties before, have you?" The condescending tone of her words diluted her inherent curiosity. Had he seen panties before? Just how experienced was this guy?

Vegeta said nothing as he about faced away from her. The races he's seen didn't even have underwear.

"If you show me around your place, I'll let you see more," she smiled. The alcohol left in her system helped a lot in this situation.

Of course he'd see more of her; she was there to fornicate. But then why did he feel tempted to yield to her request? He was supposed to have the upper hand - taking her body instead of her life. Apparently this woman had to have it spelled out to her, yet in the meantime, Vegeta felt the need to keep strong. He took a deep breathe, "Fool, I can't allow you to see the ship."

Fool? Maybe he felt embarrassed. "But I'm a scientist," she said sympathetically, finally getting to her knees to take off his armor and the dreadful gray cloak. "I promise I won't make fun of you. I just want to check out the kind of technology you used."

Why would she make fun of him? Regardless, their female toys were restricted to their wing. He turned around to see she'd finally stripped her clothes down to some sexually appealing rabbit costume that displayed her hips and cleavage. Maybe a quick stroll would be acceptable, he thought before mentally slapping himself. There was no chance this girl would be able to coax him into doing anything, "I said...no." The hesitation was a surprise - it unnerved him even more. He began to doubt his control of the situation.

"Why? You don't think I'm pretty?" she reached forward to wrap her hand around his wrist and lightly tug at him to come forward.

The touch was enough to weaken his knees. This was an odd technique indeed, for she seemed to use no force. He stared down at her soft, cold hands and slowly neared the bed. She released him like an owner and smiled.

"I think you're really cute..." she said, waiting for him to reply. "Come on, say something." Maybe he was being shy, but he should say something.

Enough was enough, he needed to take care of his sudden burst of lust for the peturbrance. He had no time for her ridiculous games. This woman had to be taken care of. He leaned over her, pushing her back to the bed. Slowly, he lowered his face to her reddened one.

Perhaps lust was contagious, for she felt something, too. But suddenly, she smelled something wretched, "Is that you that smells?" She backed away from him.

What was wrong with his smell? "I already bathed this month," he declared.

"Ew, no," she sat up abruptly, breaking the spell he thought he cast, "don't you know you're supposed to bathe daily? That's disgusting, and don't tell me you plan to go all the way with me."

"If you want your life, then I suggest you do as I say," he commanded.

Bulma was confused. Life? "So you plan on raping me?" She had come to the conclusion that she just may have been playing with fire the entire time. This man had every intention of having sex with her. While the notion should have educated her not to try anything else, she felt enticed to succumb to the feeling that initially attracted her to chance the flirtation.

He cringed, letting a bit of emotion escape his hardened eyes from her pronunciation of "rape". A bit of nausea mixed with burning set in his stomach. "If you don't cooperate..." he started in a low, fleeting voice. "You'll leave without your life," he thought to himself, but couldn't bring himself to say it outright. It might have been best to pretend he didn't just hear what she said. He had never planned to rape her. Though she was still here for one reason and one reason only. "Either way, I'm getting what I want. I'm the Saiyan Prince," he said with more heed.

She wanted to laugh, but she couldn't deny the deliberation in his eyes, "You're really a prince?" Of all he said, that was the word that rang in her mind the most. A prince? He was quite handsome and spoke with dignity; however, a prince was a far-fetched title for someone who hadn't taken a bath in one month. Not to mention the lack of any fashion sense.

"Yes, and I always get what I want," he declared the law.

"So a Saiyan Prince... do all Saiyans have tails?" she asked, her eyes zoned in on his tail. Vegeta nodded. Odd. "Goku had a tail, too..." she looked away. It had been present the day they met, and she guessed she just got used to the fact that anything the kid did or said would be bizarre. Bulma wasn't really into biology, but she knew there must have been a connection between the primal tails that extended from their lumbar vertebrae.

"Goku?"

She crossed her legs and held up a finger, "Yeah, he's like my little brother on Earth," she said, feeling the new caprice, "he had a tail just like yours."

"Earthlings have tails?" he asked, digressing from the original topic by the fault of her mood. If most earthlings looked like her, then maybe Saiyans and Earthlings were related, he thought.

She shook her head, "No, just Goku." She went back to deep thought, "So you're a Saiyan Prince and we're out in spa-..."

"I don't see how this matters," he interrupted.

"Hey! I was thinking! Don't interrupt me."

Vegeta got quiet. Just a second ago, he had threatened her life, and here she was, barking commands at him. This scenario was completely flipped from what he's known and had never happened before in his life. He smirked to himself; he almost kind of liked it. His libido spiked again. This woman's attitude was igniting something in him. It was time to do what she came here to do.

He swiftly latched his mouth to her succulent neck like he had his dinner an hour before. It seemed a new sort of hunger had emerged. "Mmm," he moaned, feeling immediate satisfaction surge to the tips of his limbs.

That surely was enough to break her train of thought. But for the better, she had thought against her will. His strong hands locked her arms down to the bed, but his mouth had paralyzed her body as if it were sucking all energy from her. A low, monotone howl pulsated throughout the room, and soon Bulma realized that the sound was her own moan. One of her arms fell numb off the side of the bed as the savage prince released it to free her bust from her clothing.

They locked eyes for a second before he accepted a self-initiated challenge to make her beg for more. Bulma made no protest, and instead, replied with a taunting smirk as if to say, "Try me." His mouth went straight to encroaching the soft, fleshy planets sitting on her chest.

Did all Earthlings' skin have such a flavor? Vegeta never was a fan of desserts, but the taste of this female's sweet sweat was supernaturally addicting. The chemicals present before had since departed from her, and the spellbinding must then intruded his cavities. A soft stub poked the corner of his mouth and slowly slipped against his tongue. That action gained a squeal. He rubbed his thumb against the other one that was symmetrically located on the right portion of her body, sitting atop another succulent orb.

Let it be known that Bulma was no slut. In fact, all her life she'd been but a cocktease who rarely ever put-out. And yet here she was yielding to her desire for a stranger she didn't even know the name of. She felt his free hand exploring further down under and that was enough to wake her up. Although both her arms were asleep, she managed to swipe his hand from her private area. Somehow she was able to breath out a few words, "Let me see the ship..." She closed both her legs, feeling him persist.

"Stubborn woman, I can tell you don't want me to stop," he pushed his fingers against the moisture.

"If you show me, I'll be sure to pay you back ten times over..." The scary part was this was turning into more of a bargain than a trade for her. She wanted both ends of the potential deal to be met.

He groaned and sat up, wiping the saliva from his mouth. "What does that entail?" he growled.

"I'll give you pleasure..." she offered.

"I can take my pleasure," he said through his teeth.

"By raping me..." she assumed.

"I told you, Woman, I don't rape females!" he said sternly, clenching his fist.

"You threaten their lives!" she accused, pointing a literal finger at him. "It's the same thing."

"No, it's not!" he barked back, leaving the air silent. In his mind, even having her executed was better than raping her. The accounts of rape he had witnessed as a child were enough to make the word itself traumatic. Nappa and Raditz had nearly soiled the act of sex completely for him with their savage violations of the women they encountered. He would rather kill a woman before he'd rape one. At least with murder, there was one quick scream before they died, but rape was like torturing the slow out of the being.

Despite his distraught disposition, Bulma remained cheery. "Look, lover, I want what I want, and you want what you want, " she chirped. Her voice suddenly dropped to a seductive pitch, "If you give it to me, I'll give it to you. I bet I know what you want better than you do." Was she really willing to give up her body to see some ship? She was degrading her name for the sake of science. Somehow this gave her a sense of power, seeing as though he wanted what he wanted more than she wanted what she wanted. In the end, she would overpower him with wit...at least she thought so.

Vegeta couldn't think. He was at a point in his arousal where there was no return. Sure it broke his ritual, but if it'd get the woman to shut up and lie down, he'd get it out of the way. Before he realized it, he was getting up to find his suit, "Put the gown back on and let's go."

"Yay," she squealed, evocatively of how she did as he explored her body.