Chapter Five

The Prince Of All Saiyans Is Very Real

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I didn't know how long I was in that room. Well over an hour, I figured. I didn't have my cell phone or a watch and there were no clocks anywhere that I could see. I had no idea how much time had passed. The door opened, scaring me a little, so I ducked down next to the bed in the other part of the room. I could see a shadow approaching, getting closer and closer. The figure was so recognizable; Vegeta. It was either the Prince or the King, though, and either would be just as terrifying. He stopped in front of me. I didn't want to look up, but I slowly did. Once our eyes connected, his immediately grew darker and a grin pierced across his face; it was Prince Jeeta. My heart almost stopped. What? What?! He stared down upon me with those gleaming, dark, coal-black eyes with God knows what going through his disturbed brain. They glared the glistening cat-like look for a few seconds.

They can see in the dark, oh, that's perfect…

I thought sarcastically to myself.

Well, there's no way we'll be able to play hide 'n' seek!

I thought to myself jokingly. All Saiyans had the same colored eyes, but his were so different for some strange reason. He wasn't wearing most of his armor anymore. He was only wearing a navy blue undershirt; tight gray work-out pants, white boots and his belt that made him look like Batman kind of. I laughed in my head but didn't show any humor on my face.

He slowly put his hand out, almost gentlemanly like, to pull me to my feet. I hesitated to take hold of him. I knew this wasn't him. I knew this was going to be too good to be true. Something very bad was about to happen.

He closed his hand around mine and I was raised to my feet quickly. With a jolt, I was up, staring him straight in the face. He took hold of my other hand so I couldn't 'escape', I guess. Our noses were so close to touching. We stood in front of the bedroom window; stars and distant planets shining through, brightening the room slightly. Vegeta took a step back, away from the window, pulling me with him into the darkness of the room. From all the fan-fiction's, I predicted what he was about to do. First, he was going the smell me; get my scent, which above all I thought was even scarier than him taking me as his own physically! Sure enough, that's what he did. His nose traced slowly down my neck, just barely touching my skin. He inhaled one long, deep inhale, and then, exhaled slowly against the side of my neck. I shivered uncontrollably. I couldn't help, but feel those strong feelings of torturous lusting.

No, No, NO! Don't do this, please!

If I started to become 'turned on' by whatever sick shit he was about to do to me, he would easily and quickly capture my full scent. If I stayed calmer, it would take longer, but I didn't want this to go on longer.

What the fuck?!

He stopped at my collarbone and raised his face back up to mine. He let go of my hands.

Wait, what?! What is he doing?

He slowly began to pace around me, just like his father did earlier, not taking his eyes off of me for a second. Ah, yes, number two: he'll now 'check me out' to see if he likes or is tolerable of my body type, form and looks. He didn't stop grinning as he gazed upon me from head to toe.

What a fucking creep; does he actually find me attractive?! No, no way. 'The Prince of all Saiyans' likes me?! I don't think so.

He stopped again, right in front of me. He spoke calmly, but sternly,

"I think you'll be a fine toy for me. I do, however, have very high standards…"

He began to walk away towards the bed; holding his hands behind him as he strode so sophisticated. He gradually pulled his white leather gloves off and tossed them on the foot of the bed. He sat on the edge of the foot of the bed looking down at it and placed one palm down on the fine silk sheets and stroked it. His rough callused hand gently scratching at the fabric, a sound that I didn't prefer; it sounded like sandpaper against delicate, feminine skin, such as my own.

"You will be the 'perfect' toy for me… You will do every task and desire that I ask of you, and you will never, ever abject."

He paused, staring deep into my eyes,

"I haven't been with a human, yet… This should be interesting…"

He chuckled under his breath as his gripped his hand into a fist on the top of the bed.

"You humans are all the same; weak… You are weak. I control you, now!"

He got up off the bed and came back towards me. He used the gloveless hand to grab my chin and keep it in place as he stared deep into what felt like my very soul before aggressively letting it go, pushing me back slightly.

"I want you to please me. You will not be my father's property, you will be mine. You are mine. Do you understand me?"

I hesitated to speak to him. I didn't want to speak to him. He didn't even know my name, but I knew his. His grin turned to a frown and then, in the blink of an eye, he was an inch from my face with his hand around my neck. He didn't grip, but it was there, threatening.

"I said 'do-you-under-stand-me'?!"

His grip began to slowly tighten.

I nodded as fast as I could and whispered with so much fear,

"Y-Yes, s-sir…"

I was praying he wouldn't chock me to death for not answering his question quickly enough. Oh, God, I never knew he would be this threatening until he was right in front of my face. He grinned and released my neck. He stroked the back of his bare fingers down the side of my face that got scratched by the pavement. I winced at the soft, but rough touch against the stinging, red skin. He noticed the cuts and bruises; he studied it for a moment and then pointed into the other direction.

"There's the bathing room. Go and get yourself cleaned up for me."

He turned away and walked towards a small table that looked kind of like a bar. I slowly made my way to the washroom, glancing back every now and again until I was inside.

"By the way…"

I froze before closing the door. I slowly turned around.

"What's your name, human?"

"T-Taylor…"

He slowly looked up in the mirror behind the bar, looking at me through it grinning.

"Taylor… Okay… I'm sure you already know my name, human Taylor…?"

"Yes… Prince Vegeta…"

His grin grew wider.

"Good, now, go cleanse yourself; maruko…"

I stared for a moment, not sure of what he'd just said at the end of that reply he gave me, but then nodded and turned away, closing the door and went to lock it only to discover that there was no lock.

Oh, fuck. What if he comes in? Will he come in?

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I began to slowly undress. Taking every piece off as slowly as I possibly could, afraid that he'd walk in. He was… strange. He wasn't as vicious as I thought he'd be; considering all of the damn fanfiction that I read; I thought the second he put me in this room, he would've fucked the living fuck out of me! I suppose, maybe, he isn't as ruthless as most make him out to be. Once I was completely stripped of my clothing, I took a moment to stare at myself in the mirror, and then noticed the light on the collar around my neck went from green to red.

What, what does that mean?

Then, the worst shock of stinging pain shot through me in an instance. I fell to the floor, grasping at the collar screaming. The pain went on and on! The collar was shocking me, burning me; I went like I was going to explode in a fireball of lightning and death. Right as the shocking submersed, Vegeta opened the door and stepped inside.

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I looked up, using all my strength just to raise my head. My vision was blurry, but I knew it was him. He'd taken all his armor off and was just in his tight undershirt, pants and his belt with very specific things attached to it. He stared down at my frail, nude body. I shakily tried covering myself up, curling into a ball, feeling like I was burning alive.

"I wanted to test this collar on you. I thought now would be a perfect time!"

What, why?! Why now?

"It's too bad I had to… You're such a pretty, little, delicate thing… I wouldn't ever want to hurt such a being…"

He chuckled quietly, but almost maniacally. It frightened me something fierce. I felt my heart ache and my head pound.

WHY?!

He stared down at me with a very hurtful, dark tint in his eyes. The silver remote was in his hand, his thumb against the switch to raise the pain or lower it. He flicked his thumb and the pain shot through me again, and again, and again. I thought I was going to die of 'shock therapy'. I'd never experience a pain such as this before. He chuckled under his breath as he watched me wither in pain and torture. My whole body was covered in goose-bumps from the cold tiled flooring and the repeated shocks of electricity rushing into me. He lowered it gradually until it was at the lowest setting, which felt like a warm, buzzing, burning feeling through my whole body. Every fiber of my being was tingling with pleasure, I think. It felt like pleasure. I was actually beginning to enjoy the warm feeling, purring with it like a cat, until I looked back up at Vegeta. He had his head tilted back, eyes closed and inhaled deeply and slowly, and then exhaled slowly; his body shuddering as he did so. He was getting turned on by this, by me, by my… my… my scent! He could smell my true scent!

No, NO! I let myself go and now he has my scent. Fuck.

His eyes gradually opened and looked back down at me. His jaw shuddered into forming a smile across his face. He set the remote down on the counter and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his rock-hard muscled upper body to me. He tossed the shirt to the ground. The collar was still on, but it was still so low, it just felt like a warm, quiet vibration around my neck. Burn marks scattered all along my neck and collarbone, but I was numbed by the purring, soothing feeling too much to even notice anymore.

What a masochist… and he's only getting started…

"Stand up."

I slowly, shivering from the cold air and ripples of faded electricity rushing through my blood, stood in front of him. Gently covering myself in embarrassment he took a small step closer. I looked away in embarrassment. I didn't want him to see me, but I was sure… that wasn't going to last long.

"Get into the… sh-shower…"

I stared at him for a moment. He sounded strained when he said 'shower', almost like it were called something else and he was just referring to what humans called it. 'Bathing stall'… funny. What was he planning on doing, though? I slowly took a few shaky steps towards the shower door, opened it, and then stepped inside, not looking back. Once the door closed behind me, I could hear the sound of his metal belt hit the floor and the sounds of zippers and clothing being removed from his body; dragging down his skin. I got very nervous. I turned the shower on, and surprising enough; it was pretty self-explanatory; cold and hot taps, left to turn off, right to turn on. The water began to spray down on me; it strung the scratches and cuts horribly, but I had the get all the dirt and germs out of them. The water felt amazing, considering the fact that I hadn't had an actual shower in about two weeks. I must have stunk terribly to all the Saiyan's with all their sensitive senses. Of course, they probably didn't care about that. I tried focusing on myself and not the man about to get into the shower with me.

The shower door opened and closed almost as fast as it opened. I could feel a lot of heat radiating from behind me. I didn't want to turn around. I felt his breath against my back. I flinched the second I felt the tip of his finger touch my back. I trailed it down my spine, freezing me in place; shivers rushed all throughout me; I was shaking uncontrollably.

No, fuck, no! Don't do this, please! Nathan! Nathan, help me!

I was screaming for Nathan in my brain because I couldn't do it out loud; it wouldn't have changed anything even if I did. I'd probably be killed for it. I don't even know what's real anymore. His rough fingers traced along my shoulders, then stopped. He froze; my breath hitched. What?! God, what now?! I could faintly see him in the corner of my eye. What was he looking at? I did not expect what terrifyingly thing was about to happen.

"You have tattoos."

There was a slight curiosity, but evil humorous defiance to his voice.

Well, at least he knows what tattoos are! Saiyans must have them, too.

Before I could even turn around, Vegeta was right behind me, grabbed both my hands in one of his and then turning me to face the wall; pressing me against it. With his other hand into the center of my back, he growled at me. His voice was terrifying. He sounded like the devil himself.

"I-I… uhh… I…"

"I never noticed them before… hmm… strange… I guess I wasn't paying close enough attention to you… So, you're not as pure as I thought… tattoos are a great deal pain, are they not?"

What was I suppose to say to him?! Was he mad? Was he turned on even more? Was he just playing with me?! What?! WHAT?! Whimpering slightly at how hard he was holding me against the wall, he pressed me against the wall in the shower even harder as if he were trying to push me through it; the water spraying down on both of us.

"Why do you have my family's crest tattooed onto your back?"

His strength against me lessened enough so I could stand on my own.

"Woman… Answer me… now!"

"I love Dragon Ball!"

I said it so abruptly and fast in my scared, shaky, girlish voice, I wasn't even sure if he caught it.

"What?"

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Great, now I have to explain this to him!

"Dragon Ball; it was the show implicated to represent who the Saiyans were and I loved it so much, back on Earth, that I got two tattoos to always remind myself of the impact it left on me. My left shoulder blade is the character Goku's symbol for wisdom, and the one on the right is…"

"It's the symbol of the Saiyan Royal blood line."

"Yeah…"

"Hmm…"

Wow, Vegeta and I were actually having a conversation; our first conversation; wait, was I supposed to be proud of that? He smiled as he stared at the markings on my back; he continued tracing his fingertips against my skin. It sent me into a shivering frenzy. Then, his hands traced down to the middle of my back and snaked around to the front, grasping at my breasts. I held my breath the whole time he was feeling me. He moved closer until his body was pressed against me. I could feel every muscle, every vein, 'everything'; all against me. He inhaled my scent more and more to the point where in thought he was just going to literally 'inhale' me! Then, I felt a slight pitch on my neck; he was nibbling at it. At first, for physically coming on to me, he wasn't 'that' bad, but, of course, as soon as I thought that, everything turned completely 'his way'.

I was spun around to face him. Our noses touched again. My eyes widened at the sudden speed. His strong arms reached down to my thighs and lifted me off the ground. I instinctually wrapped my arms around his neck, worrying I would fall. He chuckled at my reaction and lifted me slightly higher so my breasts were right in front of his face. Again, before I could even react to what he was doing, my right breast was in his mouth! I gasped at the feeling of his tongue and teeth against my sensitive skin.

No, stop it! Stop it, you fucking bastard!

"No… N-No… stop it… Pl-Please… stop it."

I struggled to push him away, but he held me too tightly.

"You're certainly a little vixen… I bet you'll be very good…"

"Bastard, l-let go of m-me!"

Breaking his grip was impossible. He was literally like 'the man of steel'.

"I w-won't let you take ad-vant-age of…"

He quickly brought me back down to his level and kissed me, cutting me off from my complaint. I continued to struggle, refusing to return the kiss, even as his tongue forced its way into my mouth. I responded by biting him as hard as I could. He groaned loudly against my mouth and pulled away, violently from my mouth. The Saiyan Prince held me up with one arm while he used the other to hold against his mouth, in a brief moment of pain. He slowly began letting me go; my feet dropping to touch the floor. I stood with my back to the wall in front of him, angry and fuming. Blood dripped around his fingers. He wiped his mouth, glaring down coldly at me before spitting some blood out onto the shower floor. His tail lashed out under the hot shower water angrily. I didn't stop there, though; I grinned slightly before I quickly brought my knee up, slamming into his groin. Vegeta's eyes widened in shock and pain and he gasped out loud. He definitely wasn't expecting that! It allowed me to slip around him quickly and make an attempt for the door. I ran out of the shower and made it halfway to the door to the bathroom before I felt a tug on my damp hair. I fell backward and was dragged by my hair back into the shower stall. I cried out in pain from my hair being pulled practically off my scalp and being dragged across and cold, hard tiled floor.

"You've done it now, you little bitch!"

He snarled, slamming my head into the wall and closing the shower door again. Blood dripped from his mouth, down his chin; the shower water smearing and washing it down and away. His fangs were bore and his eyes were dilated drastically; the pupils small and thin like a cat's.

"I was going to be gentle on you, my 'delicate', little flower, considering you're a pathetic, little human, but now… I'm not holding back anymore."

He leaned down and grabbed my chin, pulling me back up to my feet and forced me to face him before kissing me again. I struggled, but he refused to break contact, being careful not to let me bite him again. I pounded at his shoulders with my fists as he lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. My blows to his body were becoming weaker and weaker as heat pooled in my belly from the Saiyan Prince's advances. His lips moved against mine, demanding me to respond. I wasn't kissing him back, but I stopped clenching my lips together, simply letting the kiss happen; I could taste his blood on my lips. Time seemed to melt away. I felt my body becoming hot and bothered. I wanted him to stop, but I also didn't want him to stop either. I hated myself for it. It was becoming hard to think. My head was pounding from being slammed into the wall. Suddenly, I became aware of the fact that our tongues were intertwined. The taste of his strong, metallic blood filled my senses. When had he forced his way into my mouth and why the hell hadn't I noticed before now? More importantly, why was I kissing him back? I stopped kissing him back and he just continued, going even harder and sucking on my lower lip. A moan escaped me and I felt him smirk against my lips. He finally broke the kiss, allowing me to take a much-needed breath of air. Vegeta grinned at me, finding it amusing how I still tried to resist what I was beginning to feel.

"Have you finally decided to give up, little human?"

That seemed to snap me out of my dazed state and I attempted to kick my foot up into his groin again, but the Saiyan Prince had anticipated this and refused to let me do that again by simply backing his lower body away and few inches.

"That's really not very nice… especially to your new Prince."

He said strictly, still smiling; his grip was becoming tighter on me.

"How would you like it if I did that to you?"

He pressed his knee up underneath me, between my legs and I gasped loudly, attempted to crawl higher up to get away from it. He chuckled at my attempt to escape his grasp.

"Play time is over, my dear. I'll have you screaming my name by the end of the night."

His hand moved to my breast as the other strongly held my body up against the wall.

"I don't… want this…"

"Liar…"

He muttered. I glared at him. My blush deepened. I shut my eyes tightly, praying it was just a bad dream.

"I-I can't…"

His hand traveled down my stomach, running over my smooth, dampened skin. The shower water warmly sprayed down over us, making it even harder to think clearly.

"Why do you resist?"

"B-Because it's wrong… I-I'm not ready… Pl-Please…"

I whimpered quietly. I was so afraid.

"Doesn't this feel good, though?"

"I-It d-does feel g-good, b-but…"

My resolve was weakening further. His touch became less seductive and gentler, letting up slightly, but not enough for me to get away.

"I will make you acknowledge your desires, my pretty. By the time we are through, you won't be able to deny that you belong to me."

"…but I… I don't want to… acknowledge… any of that."

I whispered weakly.

"I don't want to give up what I have with… N-Nathan…"

He studied me for a moment. I was hesitant to say Nathan's name, but I did.

"Is that a fact? Was he your former mate? The one you were with before arriving here?"

He ran his finger over my lips, noting how they seemed to open a little more when he did so.

"Stop it! You… BASTARD…!"

He laughed at my comeback. That was it; he had won. I was out of excuses.

"Oh, hush, don't worry my little human. You are my new slave, my new toy… my new whore. I will take 'good' care of you. As long as you behave, and don't pull anymore stupid stunts like biting me or kneeing me in the groin, then you have nothing to fear…"

He kissed me again. Tears crept up in my eyes and I clenched my lips together tightly, but it only lasted for a moment before I began accidentally kissing him back with all the pent up lust I had felt over the past few days.

…All too easy…

The Saiyan Prince thought with a smirk. I couldn't control myself from moaning. I stopped kissing him back and just let him kiss me. I didn't want to kiss that beast. Out of all seven and a half billion people on this planet… why me?! The moans were quiet and small, but his sensitive hearing heard, and he sucked and bit on my lip, quickly lifting me higher again and ravaging the skin of my breasts harder than ever; alternating every few seconds. He soon lowered me back down to his level again. My eyes were closed. I didn't dare open them. I was flushed in the cheeks from total embarrassment and humiliation. He leaned in until his lips brushed over mine; slowly pressing against them again. He was kissing me again. It was soft and gently this time, though. I was still nervous. I didn't want to kiss back, but as soon as my jaw relaxed, he forcefully went in completely, his tongue and all his pride once again. I could barely breathe. Then, I could feel something I didn't want to feel; his pressed against me; his manhood pressing against my womanhood. He slowly broke the kiss, breathed slowly, and then, a small grin appeared on his smug face, sharp teeth showing under his lips, like vampire teeth, and he jolted his body up, ramming himself inside of me.

"AHHHHHHHHH…!"

I screamed, not because it hurt, which it did, but because I didn't want it to happen. He began thrusting, pleasuring himself as I fell to his shoulder, my arms still wrapped around his neck. He grunted and moaned loudly to himself. He moved faster and harder, squeezing his hands on my buttocks and hips. He dug his nails deep into my skin, piercing through. Small trickles of blood smeared my sides and dripping to the floor of the shower; the water taking it away down the drain. He continued his fun for about fifteen minutes straight. While he was having the time of his life, tears filled my eyes in sorrow.

Nathan… Nathan, I'm so sorry. I need you right now… Where are you? Please, help… help me…

He finished, but he didn't pull out.

Fucking asshole…

Thank God I was still on birth control. I prayed that the Saiyan's seed wouldn't have any negative effect towards my Earthling birth control, though. Once he finally pulled out, he licked the base of my neck slowly and gently before clenching his teeth into my skin.

"AAAHHHHHH…! ST-STOP! AHHHHHH! ST-STOP! I-IT HUUUR-RRTS-SS…!"

Blood began to run down my bicep to my elbow and down my shoulder blade and back. I began getting dizzy and nauseous. I felt like I was going to pass out. As soon as his teeth came out of my skin, the last thing I saw was his sly eyes glowing darkly into mine as he grinned, licking the hot, thick blood from his teeth; the images becoming blurred, and then, nothing, but blackness.

Vegeta chuckled to himself and then shut the shower off. He opened the shower door, grabbed a towel and began drying his hair while still carrying me with one arm. He returned to the bedroom, where he lay me down on the silky smooth bed. He completed drying himself and most of my body off before redressing and then leaving, locking the door to the bedroom behind him. He was completely unaware of what he had just done moment ago. He would figure it out a few minutes later.

Oh, this is going to be fun…