Vegeta has come away from round 1 victorious, walking away with two prizes in his possession. What awaits Vegeta inside the compound? While he finally be allowed to reassure Bulma that her prince is there and keeping her safe? Stay tuned!
Mind Games Don't Play by the Rules
Bulma was still curled up in a ball, afraid to move in fear of the box shrinking again. She had felt it move downwards again and it hadn't moved since but she wasn't about to take any chances.
Without warning one of the walls was removed and the light momentarily blinded her. Bulma looked out into the light and the blurry face of the nice creature came into view. Bulma stood up just enough so she didn't hit her head then stumbled out into the light. Her legs were still shaking and just as she was about to fall she felt two strong hands grab her arms and hold her up.
The creature guided her over to a bed and laid her down. Glancing around Bulma decided she must be in some type of infirmary. The creature gently flipped her onto her stomach and applied some sort of foam to her back. Her back began to tingle but it felt nice. She felt the creature, who she decided to name Mama Moo since it reminded her so much of a cow, lightly drape a blanket over her and in no time she was fast asleep.
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Vegeta once again found himself back in his room alone with his thoughts. They hadn't brought Bulma back yet but he could feel her somewhere in the compound. With a low growl Vegeta brought the heels of his palms to his temple and began massaging them. It was becoming harder and harder to focus on singular life forces in this hellhole.
With nothing better to do Vegeta glanced at his cot and decided if he should try to get some rest, but quickly dismissed the idea as he was filthy and needed to clean himself first. Wandering into the bathroom he lowered himself into the room temperature water contained in the wash bucket. It was by no means soothing but it felt better to be clean.
Returning to his room Vegeta stole a glance into Bulma's room and found it empty. With a grunt he tugged of his breastplate and boots, resigning to his cot where he slowly drifted off into a restless sleep.
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Bulma awoke refreshed but absolutely famished. She sleepily remembered that she hadn't eaten since she arrived. Seemingly reading her mind, Mama Moo appeared with a tray of food.
Sitting up, Bulma dug in with complete disregard for manners or politeness. She shoveled the food into her mouth and licked her fingers dry once she was done. Mama Moo returned for her tray and placed a pile of clothes in her lap.
Holding them up and examining them she found them to be a saiyan battle suit, complete with blue spandex, chest plate, gloves, and boots. They look just like the ones Mom makes for Vegeta she thought to herself, running her hand over the fabric. Remembering that she had been completely naked since she arrived she look up at Mama Moo and blushed. The winged angel seemed to understand and left the room.
Bulma quickly slipped into the blue suit. It flattered her naturally perfect body in all the right places and left the more private parts to the imagination. Slipping on the boots she marveled at the breastplate she had been given. She hesitated a moment before slipping it over her head then she looked down at herself.
"I would make a damn good Saiyan" she chuckled to herself, wincing slightly as her back tinged but otherwise feeling completely renewed with food in her stomach and her mind well rested.
"Indeed you would" taunted a voice from the doorway. Without turning around Bulma looked over her shoulder and to her complete surprise found a woman standing there. Turning around to face the woman Bulma was stunned by her beauty.
Her humanoid form was leaning against the doorway, a smirk playing at her lips. Her skin was deep blue in color, with pin-straight jet-black hair perfectly framing her face. She was tall and slender, covered from neck to ankle in a blue velvet dress accompanied by the cutest black boots.
Her lips were as black as her hair and they formed the words, "Please come with me my dear, there is something I want to show you" and with that she picked herself up off the doorframe and strode out into the hall.
Nervously looking around for Mama Moo Bulma softly padded out into the hallway. Not spotting her caretaker anywhere she quickly followed after the mysterious woman.
The clicking of the woman's high-heeled boots echoed throughout the hallway, followed closely by the soft padding of Bulma's new boots. They traversed so many hallways and went up and down so many lifts Bulma was being to get dizzy. Any and all life forms they passed stopped and stood aside when they saw them coming. Finally, they seemed to arrive at their destination.
Opening a door the woman ushered Bulma inside. Ever so delicately brushing the hair behind Bulma's right ear she leaned in and whispered, "are you watching closely?" before smirking, flipping a switch on the wall and disappearing out the door leaving Bulma in a stunned silence.
Bulma's fingers absent-mindedly traced the side of her face where the woman had brushed the hair away. "Am I watching closely?" Bulma whispered to herself as she turned to inspect the room. Letting out a surprised yelp and stumbling backwards she tried to take in the situation. One of the walls had disappeared and she was now looking into an adjacent room.
Taking a few deep breaths she reached out and flipped the switch next to the door. The room brightened and the wall reappeared so fast that if she had blinked she would have missed it. Flipping it again the lights dimmed and wall disappeared yet again. Cautiously moving forward she held out a tentative hand to avoid any more surprises as she slowly made her way to the wall. Upon reaching it her hand hit a solid material similar to that of glass.
"A one-way mirror," she muttered in surprise. Flicking the switch dimmed the lights in her room while the lights in the other room glowed brightly, allowing her to see into the other room without any occupant of the other room able to see her. She had little doubt that it didn't work both ways. With once last glance at the 'wall' she made her way back to the door and tested the handle. To her surprise it was open. Opening it just a crack and peeking out she saw the evil creature guarding the door, the one who tortured her. As quietly as she could she closed it again before sitting down against the wall. Pulling her knees to her chest she rested her chin and watched the other room closely.
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The prince was roused from his slumber by a presence sitting at the end of his bed. Without warning he sat straight up, his eyes pinning the intruder with his gaze. The woman sitting at the end of his bed didn't even flinch.
He recognized her immediately; she was none other than Queen Aranoco. If her blue skin and black hair didn't give her away than the air of regality around her certainly did.
"My Prince," she cooed, "I've been waiting for those handsome eyes to look upon me."
Saying nothing, Vegeta eyed her suspiciously. Although the king had quite the reputation for concubines he had never heard of the queen seeking a little something on the side. What's she playing at, he wondered, but she must certainly know something he didn't so he decided to play along.
Cocking his head to the side with a smirk he replied, "if I had known such a woman was awaiting my services I would have awoken much sooner". The queen could not hide the slight twitch of the corner of her mouth, evidence of a smirk being hidden away.
"Well if I had known the dark, ruthless Saiyan Prince would be so willing to service a woman such as myself I would have awoken you hours ago" she whispered, batting her eyelashes at him.
Vegeta said nothing, only watched her with a provocative look on his face.
The queen took his hand in hers and began to lead him out of the bedroom. On the way out the door Vegeta scooped up his boots and quickly slid them on. Now accustomed to being lead through the maze of hallways and lifts Vegeta merely followed, smirk still present on his features and his dark mind eager for what awaited him. He knew she was playing some kind of game. How silly, he mused, for a little mouse to try to play with a lion.
Finally the queen led him into a spacious bedroom, with a luxurious overlord sized bed that was quite an upgrade from his cot. With a coy giggle the queen turned to face him, biting her lip as she looked up at him through her lashes. With a low growl he buried his face in her neck, placing a hand on either side of her hips to pull her against him.
The queen tilted her head back on the tips of her hair danced along the top of Vegeta's hands. Wrapping his arms under her rear he picked her up and carried her over to the bed. Dropping her while simultaneously falling down with her they landed roughly on the bed. Where is the line you won't cross little mouse? What's your game...
"My Prince, I've heard many stories about your…conquests, but I must admit I am thrilled at the opportunity to experience them first hand" she whispered in his ear as her fingers reached up and tangled themselves in his hair.
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Bulma couldn't watch any more, she slammed the switch off and choking back tears she fled from the room. Her cow-like guard bellowed as she bolted down the hallway. The adrenaline coursing through her veins gave her feet wings as she sprinted down the hallway.
That stupid fuck, tears pouring from her eyes, how could he be so close by and leave me to be tortured while he fucks around with stupid whores.
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"So tell me, m'lady, what made you entice a saiyan into your bedroom at this hour?" he moaned deep in his throat, flipping her over onto her stomach with one hand and pulling her against him with another.
A distant bellow in the hallway pulled Vegeta's gaze away from the queen and toward the door, but the sharp presence of her nails through the cuts on his face demanded his attention.
"I want you dead" the queen hissed as she pulled herself out of his grasp before retreating toward the wall. "I know what awaits you in round two, it will be your prize that determines your fate and I had yours watching our little show from the next room" she sneered as Vegeta slowly approached her. So the mouse was truly a viper, he scolded himself, he had underestimated her.
"My king will come to claim the body of his favorite concubine, and take possession of his bastard son. Think twice Saiyan, my corpse would not bode well for your survival" she hissed as she shrank into the corner of the room, retreating from Vegeta's enraged form.
With a snarl Vegeta shot his hands forward and wrapped his fingers around the queen neck, throttling the life from her weak body. The viper may have bit the lions paw, but the lion can still kill the viper...
"Your prize will leave you to die! I have ensured it" she spat in Vegeta's face.
He tightened his grip around her neck and twisted sideways with a satisfying snap. Her body fell limp in his arms and he dropped her body unceremoniously onto the bed.
What seemed like a simple game of cat and mouse had in fact been a trap; that stupid woman had tricked Bulma. That stupid woman had tricked him. He played along to easily. That woman is too foolish to realize a lie when she hears one, he snarled as the queen's trickery came alive in his mind.
Exiting the room without so much as shutting the door Vegeta reached out for Bulma's kai. With a snarl he realized it was hopeless, the compound was full to bursting with too many life forms and he couldn't focus.
Another bellow reverberated throughout the hallway and Vegeta had his heading. Pushing through the gathering crowd of aliens he made his way toward the source. Finally breaking free from the crowd he found himself facing a surprising scene.
The bastard was attempting to grab a hold of Bulma who was squirming and flailing every which way. When it finally wrapped its arms around her she bit down on its hand, causing it to fling her away. Stumbling she fell into Vegeta's arms.
Bulma's blue eyes met Vegeta's black ones and his nose was assailed with the smell of tears. Scrunching his face in disgust he placed her on her feet.
Without warning she slapped him across the face. Vegeta watched in stunned silence as Bulma's eyes began to water and her lips began to quiver.
"Go back to your whore" she spat in his face and she turned back to face the muehvache. She wound up, preparing to punch it right in it's snout but it caught her hand with ease and yanked her toward it. Crushing her in its grip the muehvache picked her up and began carrying her away. Bulma continued to kick and scream but Vegeta just watched, his anger boiling inside him.
With a vengeance in his eyes and a red mark coming to life on his cheek he turned on his heel and marched in the opposite direction. His conscious sounded warnings deep within his mind, but his pride silenced them. The eyes of all the aliens who had gathered were focused on him, and they had all witnessed a mere human slapping the prince of saiyans across the face. Trickery or no, his feet simply carried him away.
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Bulma and Vegeta are reunited at last, but the reunion is bitter sweet. Can Vegeta overcome his pride or will he leave Bulma to die? Find out next time on Dragonball Z!