Chapter Fourteen
Bulma fell onto her wooden bed in a slight stupor; she couldn't believe that she had just met the one and only prince Vegeta.
The small compliment he had given her kept flowing through her mind, as she sighed to herself and looked up to the tall white ceiling and circular pearl lights.
It was hard to believe that just a few weeks ago, she had been living in a tiny attic and forced sometimes to work so hard her hands blistered and her body gave up.
Now she was living in a castle, working reasonable hours and even getting paid for the work she was doing.
Perhaps fate really had decided to reward her…
Sighing happily, Bulma once again pictured the sexy prince sitting behind the desk, could it be possible that a real prince could like an orphan…
Deciding she had to get him from her head, she reached below her bed and picked up her red diary, Bulma frantically began scribbling down some complicated figures. For a few days she had been pondering on an idea that seemed to come from her dreams, it was about a gravity chamber that could alter the planets natural gravity levels in an isolated area, and allow for Saiyans to train for battle.
She certainly inherited her father's brains; quite often he would follow his dreams and invent crazy products, or useless inventions. Before he had died in the pod crash, he had been in the prototype stage of an invisibility cloak.
If the gravity chamber went to plan, she could help the Saiyans grow even stronger as a race and perhaps beat Lord Freeza and stop his evil realm.
The door to the servant's chambers opened, causing Bulma to quickly throw the diary and quill under her covers before instinctively closing her eyes.
Not daring look, as she heard footsteps approach Bulma remained motionless as she pretended to sleep.
The heavy footsteps grew closer, before a loud groan and the unmistakeable sound of someone falling hard onto the opposite bed. The wood creaked along with the springs of the mattress as someone else joined.
The groans grew ever louder, as she opened one of her eyes and quickly closed them again when she saw that it was her superior and an Elite guard.
Both were so busy preoccupying themselves on the bed, that they had not noticed the still form of Bulma. She planned if anyone asked anything she was feeling unwell, and had opted to get some rest.
A confrontation with Serena would most certainly result in having to leave this new safe-haven; her cousin was obsessed with the prince to the point of being mad. Shuffling gently so she could move her legs under the duvets, Bulma felt the sharp edge of one of Bodecks' letters.
She had still not heard from the Elite, and it was beginning to concern her… his bright amber eyes haunted her dreams, and yet nobody seemed to know of his presence.
The beautiful garments he had purchased her, still remained unworn waiting for him to request her again.
Each morning she woke up, she longed to receive another beautiful flower or letter from the guard, but for the last few days she had received nothing.
Pulling the envelope up with her hands, she moved below the blankets and tried to block out the lovemaking from her superior.
Bulma knew the consequences of actions like that in the castle and its boundaries, however as it seemed different rules obviously applied to different people. She knew that the high-class guards such as Nappa were permitted concubines, but she could hardly believe that her own superior would be fortunate enough to find an Elite with a status that high.
Bulma finally fell into a slumber, as the groans and sighs from the opposite bed dimmed. As it seemed her superior was oblivious that Bulma was not cleaning, she was pre-occupied with other more important things.
The orphaned blue haired Saiyan was sound asleep by the time, her superior found her under the duvet covers.
Unwruffelling her tangled black hair Shulin growled as she found her underling sound asleep seemingly oblivious to being found missing work.
Glaring towards the guard that she had just had sex with, she watched as he left the room abruptly leaving no sign except the ruffled bedcovers. Shulin then turned back to the sleeping Bulma and smirked.
A frightening sensation of drowning was the only thing Bulma could think of as she felt the searing cold water pour over her body.
Not only was she soaking wet, but her bed was equally wet and quickly absorbing the cold water that Shulin had so cruelly chucked onto her.
Screaming as she jumped from the bed, and feeling her legs go numb; Bulma bit back her rage when she saw who had been so harsh and cruel.
Her letter from Bodeck was now on the floor; the ink flowing freely after the drenching it had received, and all Bulma could do was stand aghast at the person responsible.
"Get back to work." Shulin said bitterly, as she dropped the bucket and turned to leave the quarters.
Bulma stood in shock, in a puddle of icy cold water as she watched her fellow servant walk through the tall archway.
She hadn't even had time to give an explanation; Shulin had rudely woken her and then just expected her to accept what she had done…
"YOU MISERABLE WHORE!!" Bulma shrieked, and before she could say anymore Shulin had returned to the room and was looking fierce.
Her hair was still matted from her session with the guard, and her dark eyes were even more piercingly cold than normal. She was in her late twenties, but time had taken its toll. Below her eyes bags were evident, and her figure was in no way as toned and perfect as some of the other servants. She had long pale legs, and was wearing the same outfit as the other castle workers, with the exception of a small golden badge showing her authority.
"Well Miss Briefs… looks like you've just made yourself a new enemy…" Shulin hissed coldly, as she snarled and walked over to the seething, wet Bulma who was gritting her teeth in annoyance.
This woman really reminded the orphan of her cold-hearted aunt, and the months of misery she had endured living with them.
One thing Bulma had not lost in the past year was her feisty streak, although when in the presence of her aunt she was often submissive and quiet. Inside she silently seethed often releasing her rage and frustrations on objects and sometimes-living things particurly the huge fanged spiders that thrived on Vegetaseii.
Although Bulma could never hurt another person unless they harmed her first, she could easily squash the large insects that thrived in Vegetasaii's hot dry climate.
Many times she had wanted to call her aunt insulting and degrading names, and even more times she had wanted to throttle and cause the professional tart some physical pain.
Bulma was not stupid, she knew when to bite her tongue and she also knew that if she were to do anything to her aunt she would be on the first craft off Vegetaseii or living on the streets.
As Shulin growled over her, Bulma did not feel fear like she sometimes felt toward her aunt; instead she felt a renowned sense of pleasure.
She almost felt proud as the adrenaline began pumping and she felt the heat surging from the dark haired female Saiyan.
Shulin certainly looked older and more matured than Bulma although they only had a few years separating them, as the older Saiyan raised her arm and bunched it into fists Bulma could do nothing but smirk.
She had trained with Goku long ago, she knew she had the ability to beat this servant. This was nothing like the few weeks earlier with Shirk, the only thing that Shulin was good at was cleaning and that was why she was nothing but a castle cleaner.
Suddenly remember that her gravity room plans had been under the duvet, Bulma lost her concentration and quickly turned to look at her sodden bed. Sure enough the small red book was muffled into the sheets and looked very wet.
Breathing deeply and her eyes widening Bulma could do nothing as a tear slipped down her cheek followed by another.
The mischievous smirk had gone and was replaced with a fear that her hard work had been destroyed; most of the things she had written down and calculated had came from visions in her dreams.
Shulin pushed Bulma roughly and forced her against the stonewall of the servants quarters.
The feeling of being forced against the cold hard stone could do nothing as Bulma closed her eyes and tried to block out her attacker. Her tail was squashed under her body weight, as Shulin growled deeply and pushed her hands tightly around the orphan's throat.
The blue haired Saiyan had the urge to pull the other servant off her but she could do nothing as she felt the air being squeezed from her throat. It was just like Shirks sexual attack all over again, only this time she was being suffocated by a female in the confides of the palace.
"Please…" Bulma squeezed, as she tried in vain to wrap her hands around Shulins sweaty wrists. With a lash of her tail the older servant knocked Bulma's hands back and bent her head closer growling in her left ear. "You dare insult me girl…."
No longer did Bulma feel stronger or more superior to the dark haired Saiyan, instead she feared for her short life. The servant was clearly possessed; each time Bulma writhed or pleaded the strength around her fragile neck grew increasingly tighter.
"Prince… Prince…." Bulma breathed as she suddenly began to feel disorientated; the dark room was spinning and her breathing was becoming weaker as Shulin began to punch her violently in the stomach.
Disclaimer: Poor Bulma, she seems to be having no luck; Vegetaseii is a really nasty place isn't it! Will anyone come to her rescue?? What's in store for the blue haired orphan?
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