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"I wish I could live life five times over. Then I'd be born in five different cities. I'd stuff myself full with different delicious things five times each. I'd have five different jobs...and for those five times I'd fall in love with the same person..." Inoue Orihime

A/N- So I haven't been on too much with reading nor writing. Whew I'm starting college and I have an intense burning for finishing all my stories. My new/not so new now story No Longer Longed For is going to restart. I'm not really into the first Chapter so scrap it and a new one is underway. Ganstas' Eyes lets not go there. Lovelove ! This chapter was suppose to have lemon in it... but it will not. I've seen people say this "well if ya want it, tell me and I'll upload it." Then again that's still a maybe. Wink!

Disclaimer: I do not own Characters from Dragon Ball Z they do, however, belong to Akira Toriyama; so pucker up Mr. DBZ man 'cause you're all mine.

Chapter Six: Entrapped In Debauchery

Seven Months Later

Bulma plummet her heavy through a spiraling sigh as she carried a sack of fruits back to the whore-shop. She called "home". Everything was fine until Turles made her learn the Saiyan language. She's listen in the other girls she used to smile at. They threaten to strangle her in her sleep. This left Bulma in a state of paranoia all the time. Shadows crept in her sleep and left their intimidating chants etched into her brain. Her head had to "always be covered in case of emergency" Turles warned wholeheartedly. She hardly took that warning into consideration like today. It's funny that he runs this type of a business; Bulma always though. While he was teaching her the Saiyan language he didn't force it down her throat as she had expected. He was like the other Saiyans; and she had met a lot of Saiyan men.

Turles always sent Bulma out when dawn broke the horizon. Now it was mid-morning and all he sent her out for was fruit today. Usually the list was full with meats from dino and boars to sweet oils for his girls.

"Maybe he's going to make juice." Then Bulma thought about how that sounded getting happy that her master was making juice. It was a disgusting feel, she couldn't shake, but for now she'd have to overcome it.

As she slid open the tarp to enter home the atmosphere was the same old tension. As if Bulma knocked down one of those whores off their throne. Static like almost. If she knew their language well enough she'd curse them to the pit.

It's been seven months since Bulma was been dropped into this hell-hole. Seven Earth months she could care less what that transfigured in Saiyan months. Every time a client would touch her and make her perform brought her closer to insanity and no one to talk to. No one to share her deepest thought with, maybe this is what she wanted. All those years she needed herself to think instead of convulsing with the superficial nonsense. Maybe warrior aliens taking over her world and whoring her out at their home planet was a bit to the extreme. Be careful for what you wish for.

The fruit made their way on top of the counter secluded tightly in the wooly sack. She flowed into her room and lay on her soiled bed. Her eyelids folded to meet the other end.

"Bulma." The whimsical haired Saiyan peaked through the door-way before coming in. Following him was the flimsy door that resisted against the cement-like floor. Bulma's eyes met up to Turles. ""It's noon. I have a client. Now tell me if you are up for this or do you want me to get one of the other girls.""

""Why not?"" She sighed and looked away to void space. She brought her body to s sitting position.

""Now don't let him leave here without paying; tell him everyone has to pay."" Bulma nodded her head. ""Where is the sack of fruit?""

""It's on the front counter.""

""Next time you go outside could cover your head I don't need that type of attention. When I tell you that I am the nicest Saiyan I mean it."" Turles scolded. ""Alien.""

"Alien." Bulma shot back in her natural tongue.

""Turles hurry it up I want to warm her up."" An outside voice echoed into the room.

""God, Turles not him."" The door opened to an old fragile Saiyan name Onitabo. Onitabo was a Councilor but now he is an adviser to one of the council members. Turles explained to her how the Saiyan Dominion worked outside the palace. He explained that they were warriors to only the argot most didn't really service. The few that served only served though peace times. So most of these members were against the very thought of MALX or even the Elites. Then they issued the Arch, touché.

Suddenly a young Saiyan burst into the shop and went directly to the Old Saiyan. The youth blocked the door way he was clothed in the MALX drab, but he seemed to be only a messenger.

""Sir Advisor Onitabo there is an urgent meeting with the council.""

""It can wait?""

""No."" The youth said with a stern look.

""Where did this message come from?""

""The desk of the King, Sir.""

""Really? What matter would he like to discuss under the Arch? He means nothing.""

""I was told that if the adviser proceeded to have sex with a blue haired bed-er then it would be reported to MALX.""

""MALX! That diminutive-little-arrogant-brat-of-a-prince...I see."" The Old Saiyan left abruptly as if a fire was set under his feet.

""Turles what was that all about?"" Bulma looked to Turles she was confused the she saw he was just as confused as she was.

""I'm sorry ...Bulma."" Soon her room was invaded with soldiers they weren't MALX though. They all surrounded her as if she had committed some sort of crime.

""WHORE you come peacefully!"" One of the soldiers said aloud.

"Are you kidding me?" Bulma raised her hands and waited for the Saiyan to put handcuffs of some sort on her. Then a spark shunned on the back of her neck she was put to sleep instantaneously.

When Bulma opened her eyes she woke to a discolored cell. The bars in the cell were rusted and grimy and the tiles an off yellow. It was everywhere discolored tiles on the floor, ceiling, and the walls. Until Bulma looked to the cell across from hers a molded substance growing in dim light. "Jack-offs." She looked to her wrist that was chained to a metal rod in the grout of the tiles. She started to beat her hand out of the cuff and cry in pain as she heard something crack. She stopped to caress her hand.

"Woman." He was a shadowy blur to Bulma and she remembers that voice of the man that saved her.

"What!" She looked up to see him. "This is your doing isn't it? Look I believe I broke my hand."

"You're so vulgar. Haven't I taught that mouth to behave before? Aren't you happy to see me?" He held his hands up to his sides across the bars from Bulma.

"Are you out of your mind?! I hate you!"

"Did that Saiyan see your face?"

"I don't remember because some ass shocked me into next week. That's all I remember."

""How are we going to fix that problem?""

""What do you mean we?""

"Good you can communicate. This is good because we are not limited to only one language. See how there isn't one Saiyan that can speak any Earthman languages. Are you sure he didn't see you face."

"I don't know."


Presently On Prince Vegeta's Ship

""Ah! Prince Vegeta I'm sorry to hear about you loss. Or shall I call you King now?"" You can hear the air hiss against his tongue, reverberation echoing in his cheeks, and peccadillo calling from his throat. Vegeta didn't answer the Icijin Noble technically he was in any instance of the edict. ""Well then you have considered my offer, right?""

""Even better Frieza my Mistress for fuel simpler than your arrangement."" Vegeta said proudly. Frieza looked puzzled for only a second the back to his previous form.

""Um Prince...what about your son?""

""I have no heir Frieza."" Vegeta snapped viciously.

"Really I thought you had a son I was certainly misinformed. No matter I'll bring you your fuel. It looks like you're in the Hidden Fields Sector K-71170-2013. Oh and when I say I want that woman, oh joy. So realistically what's wrong with her, not to be foolish I don't want the bad end of the stick? Knowing you Saiyans love to jest of some sort."

"She gets off my ship or I'll push her off."

"I don't want to take your only concubine, true she is desirable but... I'll tell you what I can do for you. I'll break you a trade two of mine for her. Again Vegeta what's wrong with her?""

""Frieza I don't need your women. Come get this bitch before I kill her. You know us Saiyans we jest like we kill."" Vegeta broke the link with Frieza and knew Bulma was filled disgust. No! He didn't want Frieza or anyone for that matter to touch her but she wasn't going to become his weakness not this time. He didn't want to go in his room he can feel the fire ensuing from her, or was it his own disgust. ""Is there truth... forever?""

The door zipped open and both were staring at each other. "Prince."

"Woman."

"Do you have any idea what's going to happen to me on his ship?" Vegeta entered the room and refused to answer her. "His hands will know no bounds when I get there, Vegeta."

He was still silent. "I don't want his hands on me."

"If this wasn't benefiting the both of us do you think I'd do it?"

"I don't know Vegeta I really looks like you have no problem with it. There has to be something else to this the light will bring forth everything."

"He'll be here soon put some clothes on."

"No matter he'll be ripping them off soon enough."


The Saiyan Palace Vegeta's Quarters

"I don't understand it. Why did you sell me?" The two laid on the royal bed it was cool yet warm; it didn't reek of sweat, like it dispersed in to thin air. The partial roof opened to a dark sky was a mysterious dark purple with a violet gas-like blanket covering a light blue crescent like shaped moon. Then same royal colors overpowered the room giving it the feel of a dining room or something like that.

"Don't try to understand anything. You know what they say about the wise. The wisest of man who understand everything will not live for eternity." Long pillars stretched to the sky and hooks reaching out carried banners and crest woven in more fabric. So ostentatious.

"So you believe your ignorance will let you live forever?" Bulma rolled looking him into his eyes.

"I've killed for lesser remarks. I'm planning on living forever I want to be a living Legendary and not a dead one."

"There's no such thing ...immortality there isn't an eternity. No God."

"Anything is possible. Aliens attacked your small happy planet anything... is... possible. Like I said Immortality is not beyond my reach because there is thought to be a man who told tales of traveling the entire Universe he landed on my planet when I was a young lad. I don't remember his face. He claimed to be almost 10,000 years old he didn't have the appearance of an elder. He left abruptly without sharing his secret. How can you not believe in this splendor you see all this opening these stars. The trillions dot's that light up and then die down. I don't know about you but I think God made this... Maybe we crossed the line entered another galaxy and took what we wanted but it's in out blood. I couldn't live without it. Never mind. Listen I have to send you back to Turles. I have to talk with him anyways."

""Prince Vegeta."" Following was a knock at the sliding door.

"Your name is Prince Planet?" She questioned but she wasn't prepared for the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

"No Bulma."

"What did you say?" Vegeta put his hand over her mouth.

""Continue.""

""My Queen has asked that you clear the hallway of your 'animals'."" Vegeta dropped his hand from her mouth he snickered and pushed off the bed and walked towards the door naked. Things don't change.

""If she has a problem with my animals tell her to build me a bigger room. ""He told the messenger as he peeked through the door, laughing.

"Like your room isn't big enough." Bulma said under her breath.

""Sir!"" He left the doorway and Vegeta did the same.

"That's beside the point. She is the vilest woman... thing I've met in my lifetime."

"The Queen...okay so that man called you a Prince Planet and Planet is Vegeta. So it translates to Planet."

"No!" Vegeta cut her off. "No my name is...not telling you! Ha it's killing you and you want to know."

"Your name is Vegeta." Vegeta bent his brow and with a quick turn smirked.

""It just dawned on you!"" The laugh was caught waiting for her reaction. When he realized it wasn't the reaction he was looking for.

"No! You're a pig!" Vegeta raised his eyebrow slightly and brought it back. Then he motioned her to go on. "Well you told me before you left that you weren't a Prince, right? You have monster-sized posters of you with your fist clenched like this all over the place." She replicated the poster and Vegeta gave out a little laugh. "There are many at Kabbagi. I'm not an idiot. So tell me how did you know my name?"

"No."

"You're childish!"

"I'm a Prince! I get my way I do what I want."

"Then keep me here...I'm a prince ...I do what I want." She mocked him once more. "You don't like your mom. Does she run the show?"

"She only gave birth to me and my younger brother. She wishes she could live up to the title queen. She is the weed that I can not uproot. My father has let many things pass that were not supposed to. Like this Arch Law; it was clear that he would not be the sole leader of Vegeta and still passed it without a moments pause. He's a fool. First he bonded with my mother in such a strong way that she could burn this planet to the core and he will still protect her. It's not mutual tie at all. When you meet them you'll find that true. So to tell you no one runs this "show." Bulma had Goku on her mind and bit her lip she didn't know if he was against them or not. She really wanted to know if Chi-Chi and Goku made it out. So she spoke up.

"I have a friend."

"That you want to add to this mix." Vegeta inquired playfully.

"You're full of yourself! No! His..."

"Oh!"

"NO he's from Earth and he snuck on the ship."

"Kakarott?"

"What? That a word that wasn't taught to me."

"Kakarott is our informant from Earth. He was supposed to destroy your planet long ago but he fail and had no idea what his mission entailed. When I first came to Earth I met him or should I say he met me. I couldn't figure out why a man with so much strength was on Earth and why he resembled a Saiyan."

"He is Saiyan."

"Yeah he is and I recruited him. Your friend has a woman that is..."

"Loud and even more obnoxious than me." She finished with a bashful smile.

"Yes she's quite the card. Exhumes exquisite grace and if you two were in a fight I'd bet on her. She appears to be more Saiyan than the actual Saiyan. HA!"

"His father is our seer under Elite's MALX they have no idea that each other exist and Bardock may like it that way. Let's go."

"You're going to take me back to that whole."

"You'll only be there for two more days. I told Turles not to expose you to those Pigs and he did. He went back on his promise I can't protect him any longer. So his shop will close and he'll come back to MALX or death whichever he prefers. You girls will be going to two places. One group to another whore house the other will be going to my mother's. You will work for her and she'll be lenient because of you eyes."

"That's all I'll be working for your mother." he simply smiled.

"You want to go to the whore house?"

"Ew! NO!"

"That's what I thought. So work for her I'll ask for a few errands and you'll be with me in no time."

"You're plain weird you could keep me here."

"I could but you have to register into the system and I want to see you work at it. I'll enjoy it! Get something to cover your hair you can cause a chaotic stir."

"Where can I find anything like that?"

"Steal the clothes from the girls. Idiot."


Presently

The Vile ship was orbiting slower towards the Bulma's window even if she tried anything she couldn't believe this was Vegeta's grand plan. Was this all he could come up with give her over to dogs. This wasn't like the dos on the council or the Queen. This was a pit-bull that bared it's teeth as it smiled and locked his jaw into the unsuspecting victim. "What happens when you can see the attack coming and your lover told you to stay put." Bulma murmured she balled her fist and shock with anxiety. "Vegeta doesn't have plan."

Bulma came to the deck fully clothed and with a smile.

"Bulma."

"It's done Vegeta and I'll go on that ship but I'm not going to stay. I'll leave and he'll want me to. I'd rather wait for your mother to destroy Earth than to wait there for you."

"Earth I'll come get you." Vegeta went to wrap his hand around her tiny hand.

"Where will you go after Frieza gives you the fuel."

"..." He didn't look her way.

"You're not going straight to Earth, are you? Vegeta you're chasing a dream that won't come true." Bulma began to shake trying to hold herself together. ""Stillbirth."" I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough."

"That...don't say things like that." She was already head towards door. "Idiot! You have to go on Frieza's ship he is my last resort."

"To eternity." She shook her head and bit back the tear that planned to show her fears. "Don't come to the opening with me so that I won't be tempted to push your bitchass off." With that Bulma left and punched in the code to enter the docking where Frieza's ship was going to park to then replenish this ship. Bulma took nothing with her in the compression part of the dock. Frieza along with his Ginyu Captain waited on the other side for the insertion. The metal clammed to dock and slowly he was on his way. Bulma thought she'd never she those lust filled eyes again and here they were. He made her feel like those victims attacked by dogs, they do see it coming. The only sense was to stay put. The two doors latched together molding so that all seams won't crack under the pressure.

""It seems that Vegeta suggested me to your services."" Bulma faced him dead on the inside and didn't take his joke as that. ""Ginyu this one doesn't have a sense of humor like I once thought. That's okay! I guess Vegeta is on the ship and..."" He turned his speech back to Bulma. ""I guess you two are not talking. You only killed his father. Drat! Ginyu you can take her to my quarters. Vegeta needs some tough love one type of love I'm gracious to share with you my sweets. Oh yes I forgot to tell you Princess or whatever they call you. Your son is not dead as you think. I found him I don't have him, but I could easily have that boy."" His eyes stunning ice blue reflected by the background stars. Bulma didn't know if she could trust these eyes.

""You're lying my child died because I wasn't a Saiyan woman. Alien women can't support the gestation of such caliber. My own research told me so."" Frieza gripped her wrist softly and turned her to him.

""Trunks." Frieza let go and walked away. There Bulma stayed in the compression chamber and this new information changed everything. ""I'm going to find out if the father knew about this. If he does that makes a whole bit more sense than any of my explanations.""

End Chapter Six Entrapped In Debauchery

I have this story planned beginning to end and stay tuned. I know I know it's been awhile and these new story so many stories to cover. Fanfiction changed so much! This is one is my baby and if I had a favorite between Ganstas' Eyes and Entrapped. Entrapped would win maybe... Anyways go support Dragonball Evolution I don't care how much it sucks. Go see it because I am!