Radditz was standing over Goku's body, and was chanting some words unknown to Bardock. They sounded alien to the older generation of Sayan.
Goku meanwhile was tied up with some ki proof rope and was trying to break free from his older siblings capture.
Bardock growled in irritation, he hadn't noticed the state of the backyard until he looked to the left of his two adolescent children.
The new plant pots had been smashed, dirt had been scattered across the dusty ground, the prized flowers, which were once his dead wife's roses had been destroyed, their petals blowing across the land in the gentle breeze.
He froze; his blood ran icy cold and his skin prickled with not fear but anger.
"WHAT'S GOING ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN?"
Radditz froze in between his verse, and turned to face the invader, he dropped the book he had been reading aloud onto the baked dusty ground.
Goku smiled and attempted to wave to his father through the ki proof ropes, but with no avail, he just began shouting over to Bardock and greeting him over and over again like a small child who had just seen their idol walk by and ignore them.
"Dad!! Dad your home!" Goku shouted eagerly as he managed to pull himself off the dusty terrain and stand on his long muscular legs, he was still bonded with the ropes his older brother had tied him with.
Bardock screwed his face up with contorted rage; he dropped the bag off his back onto the floor and folded his arms in a defensive posture.
Three months he had left the boys for, and it had only taken them three months to destroy his prized garden, and turn the interior of the house into an untidy slum.
"Father… I wasn't expecting you home so early…" Radditz admitted, as he kicked the ancient book aside and stepped over some of the broken plant pots.
"I'm home early because the planet was smaller than originally anticipated; it only took a few days to clear… what in your mothers name has gone on here. Please don't spare me your pathetic lies." Bardock growled quietly, he was extremely angry infact he didnt hesitate to think it was the angriest he had ever felt.
The garden was the only thing which really meant much to him aside his two offspring, it was his former wife's favourite place to go… it had been the place he had said goodbye to her all those years ago, now it looked part of the desert around them, most of the plants had withered and died through lack of water, the remainders looked to have been thrown across the yard hence the smashed plant pots. What was once green grass was now nothing but dust and sand obviously it hadn't been watered since he'd last done it before leaving.
Whilst the boys had been younger they had been out of bounds of the garden, but now they were teenagers running riot; he returns from some of the most horrific months he had endured in space, to find his eldest son with his brother tied up on the floor, the garden around them in ruins.
"Father, I can explain the garden…" Radditz said quickly before Goku could interrupt, his younger brother was now trying to bite through the ki proof ropes to little avail.
"Indoors now, both of you. Kakkorot get those pathetic things off you this instant they make you look fucking kinky." Yelled Bardock as he swiftly turned his tail and walked back into the little house they all shared. It was much cooler inside, he had almost forgotten how hot Vegetaseii actually got.
Out of respect Radditz picked up his fathers bag and left Goku to try and break through the ropes on his own. Gulping he knew they were both in for it big time…
Hundreds of miles away Shirk landed in the Barron lands; these were the deserts that very few dared enter the perfect place to take advantage of Bulma the servant girl.
The Barron lands were very high in gravity, the heat so intense that the sand on the ground could barely tolerate the high temperature. The only source of shade was the rocky outcrop way in the distance.
The bright sunshine was directly over Shirk and Bulma's heads, violently he dropped her lifeless body onto the searing hot sand, her clothes had been torn badly and her hair was now tangled and windswept from the speeds Shirk had flown across the planet. He couldn't afford to be caught by anybody that might ask questions, Bulma was much too pretty to be shared with anybody else.
"Come on sunshine, time to wake up," Shirk growled gently as he bent down beside Bulma after removing his own filthy battle armour, his back was facing the beaming hot ball of energy in the sky, he could feel it burning his skin by the second. Sweat was beading down his forehead not just from the intense temperatures and lack of air, but also because of the hunger for the beautiful blue Sayan female.
She looked so desirable lying unconscious in the sunshine, one of her arms was dug into the sand, her face was flat down, he took the opportunity to check out her petite buttocks and tanned slender legs, and he knew that under her skirt were the little panties he had invaded earlier.
Just thinking about a few minutes before, made his mouth begin to water.
"So you're a virgin my little princess…." He continued, as he stroked her long blue tangled hair gently.
Still Bulma did not move from the ground although he could see her body moving ever so slightly with each breath she took.
"I'm not going to do anything until you wake up…" He said this gently almost sweetly. "And if you don't come around soon I promise you, I will force you to wake very very painfully." Shirk whispered coldly as he bent his huge body low and whispered into the still form of Bulma.
With that he sat onto the sand next to her, his eyes glued to the seventeen year old female, The gigantic brown haired Sayan was growing more irritated with each second that passed, he needed her inside him he wanted to feel her clench around him. The intense heat seemed to be getting worse if it continued like this he would have to resort to raping her whilst she was unconscious, and that was no way near as fun as seeing her awake feeling every little thing.
Prince Vegeta threw the portrait of his father out of the open window, everything seemed to be going from bad to worse, Lylot his apparent future wife wouldn't leave him alone for ten minutes and he still couldn't care if his father was dead or alive.
He was trying to plan an escape off the planet Vegetaseii within the next few days, it was the only way he could free his mind off the increasing stresses in his life.
The eight months he had been away had been a small heaven for the heir to the throne; he had no worries of his future fiancé and no bossy father to disinherit him to the throne when he refused marriage.
As much as he hated to admit it, he had seen much of the galaxy in those months and had visited strange tropical planets he could only dream of before, some breathtakingly beautiful others dangerous and wild. After a while of travelling he then began doing some odd purging missions for the Lord Freeza before he was convinced to return home; the young Sayan prince knew he could run, but that wouldn't solve his problems. He was the heir to the throne. And he knew that in order to rule his planet he would have to return back and take his rightful place as prince.
The only flaw in becoming the King was he had to marry the woman of his fathers choice all those years ago, when Vegeta had been a mere tot.
A banner drifted outside carried by a dozen huge burly guards, cursing to himself the prince remembered the annual Royal ball; wishing he had stayed away for a few more weeks he turned to walk back to his room, mentally hoping that Lylot wasn't in there waiting for him.
He hated attending the Royal parties his father seemed to enjoy holding so much, and the annual royal ball seemed to be the worst of them all; the richest and snobbiest of the Sayans showed, all overly dressed and gloating of their fortunes. This time was going to be even more unbearably boring for Lylot would obviously be towing him about telling of her hopes and dreams and rubbing it in other girls noses.
He had to think of a mastermind plan to return back to space, their was still many planets he wanted to see in the galaxy before he lost all his freedom. If he could make a move fast he could escape before the annual ball.
A tiny pair of black panties were lying discarded on the floor in the corridor ahead, looking up the prince noticed the window open and smiled; even though he was practically being forced to marry the female he hardly knew, the other women on Vegetaseii hadn't given up hope on making him their dream prince. A smile crept onto his features as he thought about the underwear that was usually chucked onto the turrets for Nappa to clean, and then his thoughts focussed onto his best friend Radditz.
Radditz was more than likely on some beautiful tropical planet, soaking in the crystal clear waters and lounging on the white sandy beaches under palm trees.
Sighing. He really didn't know why he decided to come home after travelling, Freeza had some missions lined up for the prince in the near future but they were dangerous and faraway, first Vegeta had to deal with his home-problems before anymore 'extra training.'
It had been a difficult decision to make, the young prince still had lots of funding in his account and obviously some excellent job prospects with the Icejiin tyrant, but after deep consideration he figured by returning home and showing his face he wouldn't be forgotten by his people. Perhaps he could even falter his fathers mind about the arranged marriage, if the prince could ever be bothered to speak to him again that was.
Never in his wildest dreams did Vegeta expect Radditz to be home on the planet enduring a major telling off.
"I come home from work and I find this…" Bardock held up a fragment of a blue pot. "Now boy please tell me it wasn't you two!" Bardock demanded as he threw his scouter onto the now broken sofa.
Radditz was leaning against the wooden doorframe with little concern; he could easily put all the blame onto Kakkorot, after all he had been in space for several months with the prince.
Just as he began to ponder an excuse as to why Kakkorot had been tied up, the younger Sayan came bounding through the open window with a grin upon his face.
"Hey Radditz! Looks like I win the last chop of meat huh?" Goku beamed happily, as he showed his untied arms; Bardock glared coldly to both the brothers, before deciding to take a seat on the only unbroken chair in the lounge.
This was going to take some time to work out.
Bulma lifted one eye groggily, her head was pounding and she had the sudden urge to vomit up the contents of her stomach, looking around she could make out the large figure of Shirk and around her the vastness of the desert wasteland.
Suddenly in a flashback of memories it all came back to the blue haired servant girl.
She remembered fainting before her aunt, then Shirk dragging her outside before attacking her against the tree… and then darkness…
"At last my little blue angel…. You awaken, and about time too. I was growing impatient." Shirk whispered coldly, the sound of his deep icy voice reached Bulma's sensitive ears making a shiver drive up her spine.
A slight relief washed over as she realised by his words he obviously hadn't raped her whilst she'd been unconscious, then it hit her again, she was going to be forced to mate against her will whilst being mindful of every painful detail.
She couldn't help herself as a tear slid down her soft bruised cheek; the sun was pounding down upon her head adding to the migraine that was forming,
"Please…" Bulma whispered weakly, as another lone tear slid down, this time hitting the hot sand being absorbed immediately.
Why was the Sayan Gods being so harsh to her? All she had known throughout her life was pain, misery, abuse and punishment. She had only ever had one slither of happiness before that was taken away so cruelly by the space pod crash which claimed both her parents.
After that fateful day her life just seemed to be going from bad to worse, now she felt the lowest she had in her entire life.
Shirk smiled evilly, showing missing teeth; he could feel his erection growing harder with each plead Bulma was giving. For months he had contemplated screwing her, but had waited for the right time. Now it felt as if all his patience and willpower was paying off; what he would do with Bulma after was another matter.
"So little saint Bulma is a virgin… a sweet sexy goddess in my opinion, I'm gonna teach you how a real man fucks and your gonna feel every single thing…." Shirk said calmly as he bent down and stroked Bulma's soft long hair.
His huge body blocked out the beaming sunlight for a split second giving Bulma some time to think and come to terms, the climate was unbearable she had no idea her planet even got this hot. The spinning sensation came again as his bulk began to shift around, she was on the verge of beginning to hallucinate her throat felt as dry as the sand around her.
"Where am I?" Bulma whispered, as she inhaled a deep breath of the dry thin air.
Shirk stood up proudly and began to examine Bulma from afar, her pure slender legs, her tiny waistline and heavenly hips, then her breasts they had to be the star attraction; the perfect size to grab and squeeze. He answered her question gruffly. "The Barron lands."
The world suddenly felt much smaller to the former second class Sayan; the Barron lands was a place she never wanted to end up many people entered but few ever came back, the gravity was the highest in the lands than anywhere else on the planet, the sun so much stronger, and the creatures that inhabited the wilderness… they didn't bare thinking about.
Bulma lifted her head from the sand, but then collapsed back down again; sobbing in between tears she began to cry, "I'm going to die… I'm too young… no…."
Suddenly she wished she could just faint and not wake up, the sun was so overpowering if she didn't die form the fat evil bastard Shirk, she was positive the planet would finish her off.
The only part of the situation that made her feel remotely better was the thought that if she was suffering in the harsh conditions Shirk was almost definitely too he was much larger and had plenty more excess weight than the tiny orphaned female.
Shirk began to chuckle menacingly to himself. "Saint Bulma…Kinda got a ring to it don't ya think?" stepping even closer Bulma's nostrils filled with his lustful manly scent, it was so overpowering it caused her to gag. She could feel the horrid sensation of vomit flowing up from her stomach and into her mouth. It burnt like acid; her head was pounding with the pain of passing out contributing to that of the searing heat directly above her.
A gentle breeze materialised out of the furthest corners of the huge desert wastelands, sand dunes began to shift from place to place, the Barron lands were constantly on the move. Nature pushing it to where it wanted to go.
If you were on foot you would likely never escape, the best navigator in the galaxy could get lost in the Barron lands, and with no water supply and deadly hot temperatures their was no chance of survival unless you could fly and escape the vast sand land.
Bulma pushed her vomit back down again, the sensation felt awful as the bile acid slid back down her throat again.
She had the urge to let it spill out onto the sand, but her instincts told her if she did that, the dehydration would only worsen.
A weak voice inside her head was pleading to the bright sunlight, 'Someone… please help me…' She'd never before turned to the heavens for help, she believed her parents to be dead and nothing was going to bring them back or make her life any easier. This was what was supposed to happen they were the cards she'd been dealt, as her father used to tell her when she was young sitting on his lap.'Fate has a funny way of coming up on people. Even the most evil will get their comeuppances. Don't you ever worry about that.'
It didn't make any sense, her father had been one of the nicest Sayans on the planet; he gave more than he earned, her mother was just as kind; both were successful and happy. Nothing could have prepared Bulma for that tragic day they had both been so callously taken away.
Her aunt was still living and breathing, that was all that concerned the young Sayan; perhaps for once in his life her father had been wrong, if fate did truly come back and get revenge then why was her aunt living the luxurious lifestyle she did? And why did she have some right to turn her blue haired niece into a slave?
Sobbing loudly she found herself praying that her parents couldn't see her now, they'd be so disappointed she wasn't putting up a better fight. Shirk was going to take one of the only things she carried from her childhood, it was one of the only things she could relate to as hers and a personal belonging, the only other thing being her tail and the gold charm bracelet that belonged to her mother; that however was safely secured in a depository box locked away from her selfish cousins and tarty aunt.
Her mother had always preached to remain a virgin until the full mating ceremony, leaving yourself pure for your future mate where hopefully you will remain together until death. Bulma had been too young at the time to understand, but now she had grown up and was a young woman it was all to clear what her mother wished.
Scrunching her wet eyes closed, she tried to imagine she was away from the Barron lands, away from the planet altogether. Her parents were both there, her mother happily cooking, her father working on an experiment in the lounge.
The interior of the foreign house was exactly as her home had been before she'd been forced to her aunts hundreds of miles away, the wooden décor and the lush thick white carpet completely spotless of any dust, the chairs in the lounge a slick cool black leather just screaming out to be sat in.
Everything was just as it had been left…
Snapping back into reality Bulma realised she'd actually fainted again, her eyes focussed back onto the bright yellow sand and the ultra strong sunlight. The homely house had gone along with the wooden interior and the smell of her mothers stew cooking on the stove.
"Why me?" Bulma whispered to Shirk, as she propped herself up onto her knees and looked down onto the sand, the bright sun beating down onto her back burning straight through her pink armour.
Shirks eyes gleamed with something other than lust, Bulma had never met a truly evil being before such as the Lord Freeza; but looking into his psycho maniac cold eyes she could have sworn they were evil.
Many Saiyan males raped females it was a fact, the race itself had many more men than women. Teenage children living rough out on the streets were often or not turned into sex slaves or raped, forced to work prostituting themselves for a living and giving a huge quantity of the gold earned to the gang leaders in charge of issuing them men.
Third class girls were sometimes even sold as sex slaves as young as four or five, their parents unable to keep them any longer selling them or chucking them onto the streets, some like Bulma had been orphaned.
All had their own stories to tell, yet all had the same misfortune and terrific abuse, many young women just couldn't take the pressure and ended their miserable lives, the planet Vegeta aside from the little villages and huge estate houses; had a very dark side.
Shirk seemed way to familiar to the situation, to say he was acting calm headed would be an underestimation, it didn't help Bulma feel any better in the matter. In the past he had obviously done this to more innocent girls.
Once again she felt the power seeping out of her body as she gave into defeat, it wasn't something she was very familiar too, she found herself wandering if the sex was going to hurt, after all she was a virgin and Shirk had such a monstrous sized body he made the Elite Nappa look small. Bulma only hoped whatever was in his trousers remained as small as his brain, a small smile crept over her features at the little joke she'd just made.
'Legendary Super Sayan… please give me strength…'
The words sounded weak and mustered as they flowed through Bulma's aching mind, never before had she spoken to the legendary Super Sayan, it was a last ditch attempt of hope.
Pain flowed through her bones as she felt Shirk shift his weight onto her, forcing her frail body back down into the scorching blistering sand… she daren't close her eyes, the visions she kept having of her family were even more painful than what was about to become she was sure, pulling her tail up closer for comfort, she felt the familiar texture brush against her back leg it was comforting.
Peering over she noticed Shirk had his own long rough tail moving swiftly around places she never wanted him to see, somehow she'd managed to block out the feeling entirely and hadn't noticed the alien feeling until she saw his tail exploring inside her tiny panties.
Frantically Bulma squirmed under his weight, but found herself trapped as his tail entered further into her body. "YOU'RE A MONSTER! NOTHING BUT A FILTHY DIRTY SCUMBAG!"
"Oh little Bulma, suddenly got your wits return have we?" Shirk replied calmly, his voice dripping with sarcasm and yet deep in concentration at the same time.
He was making little work of the interior of the panties and what was contained inside, his cock growing harder through his black leather trousers with every feel of her virginal regends.
Contemplating ripping them off and taking her there in the desert with as much force as he could muster he prevented himself.
She was after all a virgin, this was very special and he wasn't going to lose a second, if there was one thing he had learnt whilst fighting in space it was that patience is a virtue. He pushed his tail yet even further until Bulma squealed out in pain, the sound of her voice making him grow even harder.
Disclaimer: I am really sorry its taken me this much time to update, I hope it was worth the wait! Next chapter is exciting! I've got such a great plot to this story it really is Cinderella with a twist I tell you! Hehe enough teasing ;-0)
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