Warning: Sexual Content and Contextual Reassignment

Abducted

Chapter 2: Controlled

by hmfan24

There wasn't much about the ship that could be considered interesting. Every room had the same blue and white color scheme with the exception of his private dining area and throne room. The floor lit up as they walked down the hallway, passing over two rooms. Vegeta checked over his shoulder every once in a while to confirm the woman was still behind him.

"So the floors must have motion detectors in them, huh?" she made sure to watch every step she made. "Where do those two doors lead to?"

"Those are my comrades' quarters," he said just as the door opened simultaneously. Both Nappa and Raditz came out and stood on guard, completely nude. Bulma cringed in fear. "Shield your eyes if it offends you, you idiot!" Vegeta yelled to her. Instead she hid behind him.

"Is everything alright? Why is the woman out of the room?" Nappa asked urgently.

"She wanted to see the ship," Vegeta bitterly muttered.

"What? You've never done that before!" Raditz exclaimed then exchanged a look with Nappa.

The prince scoffed and continued forward, "Go back to what you were doing." They did as he commanded.

"So..." she started, catching up to Vegeta's pace. "You've never taken a girl out your room before?" she asked with a sly grin.

"They're always too frozen in fear to move from the bed," he said, nonchalantly as a smirk grew on his face, "But those are the sane women."

"Hey..." she narrowed her eyes. She heard the tinge of jealousy in her voice, but ignored it, "Well you're taking me out on a date, so I must be pretty special."

What was a 'date'? The Saiyan opened the door to the dining hall which was more of a room than a hall, "This is where I eat." The room lit up automatically. It was not fit for what Bulma considered to be a king - or prince, rather. There were a few plain chairs around a dark gray table with not much decoration but a purple F that had been stamped on each wall.

She walked over to a small door in the wall that had a glass screen. There was a button below it, "What's this? Is it like some kind of transporter?" She pressed the button.

"I already ate. Don't touch that," he barked. Foolish woman.

"Oh, so it's like a dumb-waiter," she observed and jumped as the plate of food landed inside the door.

Vegeta rolled his eyes. That's old technology. What was so impressive about it to her? He leaned against the wall behind him, inspecting the woman that was inspecting the device. His groins were even more impatient than he was. Just looking at this woman was arousing which was a first for him. "We better move on."

"What? I'm still looking at this thing," she protested, not breaking her gaze from the technology.

"Dammit, woman, do you want me to have you here and now?" he pointed to the table where his current fantasy took place repeatedly in his mind.

Bulma gave the table an uncertain look. He couldn't be serious. She could nearly see the germs infesting the thing. For all she knew, it was probably white at some point. However, she realized just how serious the man was as he hauled her by her hips to sit. "Gro-..." she began before he started sucking on her neck again, "s-ss..." and groping her breasts and her bottom and... anything he could think of. Her concentration was broken again until she snapped enough to push him away. She got back up, "Let's finish the damn tour!" How embarrassing. Only in fear was she able to lose herself like that.

And so down the hall, the throne room was themed with Saiyan flags and decor, and yet the ominous purple "F" still loomed on every wall. Vegeta automatically took his seat. It had more of a historical feel than a scientific one, but it was the most aesthetically appealing. Blue, yellow and white must have been the planet's colors, for that was the apparent color scheme of the room. Candles were symmetrically placed and traced the carpet all the way up to the throne where two torches of fire accompanied. The large windows that encompassed the ceiling, floor and walls made the room look darker yet larger.

Bulma ran up the stairs and bowed with a grin, "May I sit on your lap, dear prince?"

"Don't mock me," his eyebrow twitched. He actually was a prince.

"I'll take that as a yes," she said, taking her seat on him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and threw her legs over the side of the armrest. Although she was playing around, she wondered if this setting might've been close to what she had imagined as a child. The situation struck her as eerily ironic. She stared at her prince's face, contemplatively. Her prince? With all things considered, this abduction may have been exactly what she needed. Of course the thought itself was jumping the gun, but the idea of them rapidly hopped around her mind. There was a such thing as an intelligent princess. They didn't just have to be sex toys and kitchen slaves. No, princesses had just as much power as the prince.

Apparently thoughtful gazes annoyed him. He scowled, "Are we going to go back to my room now? As you've probably noticed by now, I still have a need to be satisfied." He then grinned, hinting at the bulge that was brushing against the woman's bottom.

Bulma leaned back, staring up into space, "I keep seeing "F"s everywhere. You don't own this ship, do you? Does that mean your parents do?"

"My parents are dead," he informed her. "As well as my entire race with the exception of Nappa and Raditz. We've worked under the overlord known as Freiza since I was a young child. That's the reason for the 'F's everywhere," this might've been the first time he explained his backstory in his entire life. He had spent many nights cursing the Fs plastered around when he were the royal one.

The young woman's heart swelled with guilt for being so ambivalent. Sure, she had been able to notice that he was under someone else's rules, but not a prince of a nearly extinct race. She could see he made an effort to stifle any emotion triggered by his statement and whispered, "Let's go back."

He sighed. How did he upset her? Earth women were a lot more emotional than any beings he'd seen before. He picked her up and hovered to the door, gradually gaining speed. Whatever the case was, she was finally finishing her end of the bargain. However, when he got back to the room, she was still staring off into nothing. "Hey! Did you forget our agreement?

"No," she squinted, "sorry I was being so stupid..."

He was quite confused. Was he receiving pity? "You asked me if my parents owned the ship."

Bulma frowned, tears pouring from her eyes. The kingdom he ruled over was all dead.

"Don't look at me like that," he ordered. "Why the hell are you crying?"

"You would've made your people proud!" she said. This was even emotional for Bulma, but for some reason, she felt more attached to her abductor the more they spent time together. As much as she'd like to blame it on her hormones, she had just finished her cycle. There was no such thing as Postmenstrual Syndrome by her knowledge.

He suddenly recalled and confirmed that he never once told his back story before. Never had anyone ignorant of his situation been inquisitive enough to ask. Maybe it would get the woman to shut up if he did then, "I'm from Planet Vegeta which was inhabited by Saiyans. Frieza, the overlord, recruited me to eradicate races on planets he wished to rule after learning of my élite power-levels. He, in turn, committed the same act against my own home planet." Whatever powers that were to be reserved for his title had been stripped from him and could only be executed upon Raditz and Nappa. Of course, he always had complete control over whoever was weaker than him, but Frieza was not one of those. Frieza ruled him - the prince.

She nodded, sniffing up her tears, "So do you want revenge?" It would probably be no use to pry deeper into how he was feeling

"What?" he asked, and glanced at the scouter on the bedside table, assuring himself it was off. He nodded slowly regardless.

Now she found herself being able to rest at ease around him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, "Alright, you showed me the ship."

His eyes shot open. This woman truly was insane. He had just confessed to being a monstrous destroyer, and here she was, trying to get into his pants like nothing was said at all. It didn't matter, he supposed, perhaps it was the spice of insanity that attracted him the most.

Bulma's head felt full and weighted like she was still heavily drunk - only with lust, right? Then she thought for a moment, "Wait a second," she stopped, suddenly no longer being able to tolerate his putrid stench, "you need a bath. You can't expect anything from me smelling like that. God, my head hurts!"

Vegeta's eyebrow twitched. Back on the whole bath thing again. How dare she make such a derisive comment against him. "I told you, woman, I took a bath this month! As a prince, I have high self-maintenance. Don't insult me-..."

"You gotta be kidding! We bathe every day on Earth," she finally released Vegeta from her grip and distanced herself.

"Why would I concern myself with hygiene to that degree? I'm not obsessive."

"I'm probably covered in all sorts of germs now," she rubbed herself vigorously.

The way she was touching her body didn't help his current state. He clenched his fist and sneered, "A bath wasn't part of the deal! I showed you the ship now give me what I want." It wasn't that baths bothered him. He just didn't want to adhere to another one of her demands.

She did promise him, but his smell was rapidly turning her off of the situation completely, "If you don't want me to puke on you, I think you should at least try." Vegeta looked down at himself and stalked to the bathroom through a door in the corner of the room.

Although he and his stench had left the room, her mind still felt full and heavy. Bulma had never slept with someone other than Yamcha before. She hastily tried to wipe him from her mind, however. In the past, she'd done some un-girlfriend things, but this was pretty bad. Sleeping with a stranger - not just a stranger, an alien! Yamcha had never done anything to deserve anything like that. There wasn't even a possibility that she could end up saying she fell in love with this man who would soon be light years away.

But maybe, she thought, it wouldn't matter. This guy doesn't even exist on earth. Who will believe she got abducted by a Prince of a foreign race on a giant spaceship owned by a galactic overlord named after a kitchen appliance? She laughed at herself. Even she could barely believe it. Science had barely been able to prove any intelligent life exists outside of Earth. Not even Yamcha would believe something like that.

This scientifically-fictitious scenario wouldn't end up hurting anyone. It would end up being more fun than anything. She had to just convince herself to relax. If she were ever going to sleep with someone other than Yamcha, it might as well have been now.

As soon as the shower's lukewarm water touched Vegeta's skin, he watched any fervor the foolish woman had beckoned wilt away. Punching the wall, he growled, "Damn her..." What the fuck was he doing even listening to her? His first mind was to stomp into the room, dripping wet and demand she strip as well. God, he wanted her to strip and rid herself of the odd attire that wrapped her curves. It should be him wrapped around her if anything! What else was she here for? Regardless, considering his current condition, maybe he'd finally be able to think straight.

"Damn who? This is the nicest thing I've ever done for a stranger! It's not my fault you don't take care of yourself like you should," said the bluehead and stepped into the shower behind him. His head jolted up. She shot a sly grin at his back, "Don't even think about looking at me either. I'm just here to wash your back."

His tail inadvertently traced up from between her legs to her bosom. Pleasant chills went up his spine. Vegeta smirked, "I can wash myself, but while you're here..."

She swatted it away. He cringed in pain. "Ew! Get that away from me. It's probably infested with fleas," she nearly gagged. "Besides, I'm not really into shower sex," she said matter-of-factly as she scrubbed his back.

"What?" he shouted clenching both his fists. He would've argued more, but the mere contact threw him off. They were both nude and she was rubbing him. The next step was obvious for such a setting!

Bulma sighed, "Just be patient. I really don't know why I'm even considering doing this with you..." Although being that close to him, she slowly gained footing in her reasoning. She could feel the course skin of his back gradually become smooth under the inside of her wrist. Slowly, she uncovered the pure scent of pheromones that immediately pervaded her nose. No longer was she able to think straight. The musty scent caused her shoulders to quiver. They were nearly same in height, and so, looking over his shoulder, she could just barely see his tone chest framed with well-defined collar bone. Those chisel arms that crossed to hold himself should've been holding her if anything!

Lust had confoundedly been enough to push her to do nearly anything with the prince, yet she knew that as soon as he caught wind, he'd humiliate her. She wouldn't mind really-...no, she had to keep her mind thinking straight. Things were all falling into place. Soon, he'd be wrapped around her finger.

"Do you want to know my name?" she said, being friendly rather than aroused.

"I don't really care," he said apathetically.

"It's Bulma Briefs."

"..."

She cleared her throat, "And yours?"

"Why must I tell you my name? I'm Prince of the Saiyans. You can address me by my title."

"Yeah, but don't you think it'll sound a lot better for me to shout your actual name? I mean, I doubt I'll be able to utter all those syllables between my gasps for mercy," she said with her voice dropping a bit to a sensuous pitch.

He tried to picture his name rolling from her seductive voice. That certainly would be a plus.

There was silence. A long silence. Vegeta felt himself swelling with a primal impatience by each time the woman stroked his back. Why hadn't he simply had her in the shower? The sex was clear in her voice - whatever that meant. His mind was slowly slipping from him once more.

Her nails slipped past the rag every so often, grazing the arch of his back. He cleared his throat in a way that sounded like a scoff, "Vegeta."

"Ah, Vegeta..." she rubbed slower and barely applied any pressure.

His eyebrow twitched again, "What do you think you're doing? Talk in your normal voice."

Suddenly her scrubbing stopped and she fell limp, forward against Vegeta's back. Her cheek rested against his shoulder blade.

"Brilliant," he muttered. The woman was out cold. The reason was anyone's guess. Whatever Vegeta had expected to happen would not occur any time soon. He languidly carried her back to his bed before putting a clean space suit on.

Upon his return to the room, he couldn't bear the image of the untouchable, naked woman sprawled across his bed. Now that she was unconscious, though, he couldn't do anything. Her nudity, however, proved to be quite a distraction. Those breasts were sitting cold on the top of body, and he longed to taste and grab them. A tantalizing warmth lingered and radiated from between her legs. God damn this situation. His only choice was to cover her in the cloak she'd come in.

Nappa and Raditz were probably done doing the deed by now. Vegeta scowled. Their first women were probably already dead, too. He blankly peered over at Bulma. The cloak had not helped much as her features still taunted him. This was not what he signed up for. He was down-right taking care of her and respecting her wishes. Never had his thanatos been overpowered by a weakling.

"I hate you more than anything," he sighed, feeling himself get drowsy despite his frustration.

Bulma awoke next to the sleeping prince. She was freezing cold. The dumbass didn't even bother to lay her under the blankets. "Vegeta...like Vegetable. How lame. I wonder if he was lying," she said ironically. Most likely nothing would end up happening at this point. This supposed "acclaimed killer" didn't even have the balls to make the first move. As she got dressed, she looked over her shoulder at him. It wasn't like she had a problem being the one to initiate sexual acts.

Heat rose to her cheeks in sync with the rising of the unconscious man's chest. She drew nearer to the bed, feeling her fingers shake with anticipation of venturing across his tense body. Her throat felt parched though her mouth was watering. Soon she found herself braced over him.

Instincts woke Vegeta up. From his perspective, this position alone was enough to paralyze him. "Vegeta," she leaned down to kiss him on the cheek.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Fulfilling my promise to you," she shot smirk.

He said nothing back, having been somehow dominated by the audacity of this weak girl. Yes, this girl was very weak indeed, and Vegeta was developing a sharp attachment to her. He didn't want this to be the only night. He wanted her to be waiting on his bed night after night and he had this desire before even realizing her competency in bed. It was a nausea-inducing experience.

To the epitome of his horror, however, he'd have to have her executed by Frieza's law. Frieza did not want his army to reproduce their races, especially not the Saiyans. Yet by Vegeta's pride, he had to remain defiant and claim this woman's existence as his. Frieza may have robbed him of everything he held dear to him in the past, but this was his future - the future where he'd triumph over Frieza.

This was the first woman he slept with that he actually had a conversation with. This beautiful, tailless Saiyonoid was drawn to him for reasons he couldn't quite identify. Her rationality was irrelevant, for whatever her reasons were, they existed long enough to keep her in his embrace. Perhaps he was actually projecting his feelings through her, but the chemistry itself was undeniable. The tension was sexual.

They say Saiyans identify the scent of their true mate as a smell that simulates sweet bread*. If the smell is present, then the Saiyan has met their mate for life. Vegeta wasn't aware of this trait. It may have been mentioned, but never stuck in his mind long enough to settle as fact.

Bulma balanced on his hips and hesitantly pulled down the front of her leotard. She looked down nervously at Vegeta's blank stare to her bust as if he were waiting for the show to start. It was like he wasn't even excited. This was one of the most cutting-edge things she's done and her life, and he was acting like this was typical.

"Hurry up, woman. And take those stupid ears off already," he said, impatiently.

Her look contorted into a glare, "Hey, fuck you! Don't just look at me like that! And don't talk to me like that either!" She threw the ears of side.

"I haven't the slightest clue what you're going on about! I'm waiting for you to do something."

If there was the smallest chance that she did not control this situation completely, she would...she would...take it back anyway. She shot him a coy smile, "You don't like what you see?" She lowered her face to his, breathing against his nose with a tantalizing grin as she watched his eyelids drop in arousal. There we go - some sign of attraction. His pulse was radiating through her thighs that squeezed his waist. As she reached to stroke his cheek, she realized how soft his skin was compared to his rough appearance. "Do you?" she whispered.

He couldn't control his heavy breathing. It took everything in him to hold himself back from ravaging her body. "Don't you dare toy with me, woman," she spat, "I have the ability to pound you through this bed."

"So you do..." she closed her eyes in relief. He did want her as much as she wanted him.

Vegeta growled, shutting his eyes as he felt her fingers crawl downwards. His manhood was craving her touch and when it finally got her touch, his entire body shivered. He gripped the bed, feeling her hand grip him. Never had something been so gratifying and yet so degrading. This woman had complete control of him. His guard was non-existent at that point.

She crept around the crevice of his neck and licked her lips before narrowing her teeth on his earlobe. "Vegeta,"she moaned.

The prince gulped, finally gaining enough energy to cup both her breasts with his hands. He stroked them, vigorously, as he pushed them in circles on her chest. The expression on her face was priceless and appeased more than his pride. Pure ecstasy spilled from her impish smile as her face melted into a bliss. He held her in a way to push her hips against his own in a grinding motion.

The moisture of their groins mixed between their legs. She pushed the bottom of her leotard to the side and shuddered against his hardness. Lovely feelings simmered between them and in a hurried voice she asked, "How do I get it out?"

Desperation was clear in her eyes. He sighed, having enjoyed the show so far, but took the initiative for both of their sakes. He pushed her shoulders and set her up to her knees. Nearly destroying it, he ripped his space suit off. Then grabbing the rim of his underwear, he looked up at her, "Dammit, lie down," he said and waited for her to do just that, yet her hooded gaze was stuck on his length. "Will this not be enough to satisfy you?" Vegeta's manhood was large compared to his below average height. At least, it was large from his standpoint. Perhaps earth men were comparatively bigger.

Lust blurred her vision and destroyed her chain of thought. Dominate him, she ordered herself, but allowed him to take her arm and lay her down on the bed below them. He stood at the edge of the bed in between her legs, peering down at her. Slowly, his inquisitive fingers intruded her in order to investigate. He showed no reaction to her cries of pleasure, but instead experimented with every inch he could. Upon hypothesizing its capacity for girth, his eyes widened, "Is there another entrance? You might not be able to handle it," he said factually.

"Is that a challenge?" she asked, quirking and eyebrow. "You're not that big," she lied to his disappointment. "If you're that worried, then just spare me of your weird manhandling all together."

"I didn't hear you complaining!" he yelled. It's not like he was even trying to please her at that point. Investigating her slot had been more of an educational opportunity. The inner texture was uniquely slick and at a desirable temperature.

"Well I am now."

"..."

"What's wrong? Did I upset the prince?" she mocked.

"..." he grinned, pulling one of her legs up and over his shoulder.

She felt his head jab into her fleshy nook, hitting her deep down on the inside. "Shit, Vegeta!" she cried out, nearly loud enough to shake the room. It took her a minute to catch her breath between the profane insults she cast after the Saiyan's surprise, but she gripped the bed beside her, "W...Why'd you stop?"

This was too good. He had conquered the woman and sent her into sublimation with one little move. After witnessing the moment when the burn of his abrupt entrance cooled into an expression of pure felicity, he could only watch with pride her anticipation for the next quick burst of feelings. "I was enjoying the little show you were putting on."

She covered her face with her hands, "You were being rough, you jackass."

"I can only assume that's as how you prefer it," he said. In actuality, he had been quite gentle compared to how he'd been with other women. Yet and still, that was enough to unsettle her. He exited and entered her with precision.

Heat raged into her like an ingrown volcano pending eruption. The tips of her toes contracted, gripping the air more firmly than her own breath could. She had found something in that moment that she wasn't aware she was missing. This man who was pervading her body and mind could not have been human.

The feeling felt more than mutual as Vegeta ascended into euphoria. He'd been lured into her web of rapture, blissfully forgetting the nature of his surroundings. This sublime concord felt like a sort of sex he could become an addict of. Although the Saiyan doubted he could succeed this feeling, he leaned in towards her to change the angle he entered.

Anything she said past her moaning would come out as drivel, but she commanded him anyways, "Faa...Fas...Faster."

"I truly doubt you could handle it, woman."

That may have been true for Bulma as she could already feel her lip begin to quiver.

Vegeta wasn't going to let himself release before she did. This woman didn't know who she was messing with! His throbbing member was reaching its limit, however. He slowed down, adjusting his position again to help stall. Bracing himself above her, they locked eyes. His heart sank to his stomach.

"What? I told you to go faster," she complained, finally catching her breath enough.

"Since when did you conclude you could control me?"

She wrapped her arms around his waist and worked her hips on to him. This trick pushed him over the edge. He reached his apex seconds after she started hers. Collapsing under him, Bulma managed to stick her tongue out, teasingly, and stretched her arms out, "Controlled!"

The prince smirked, pleased.

*Not really.

hmfan24: Thank you for reading.