Chapter Six

You're Mine

v

Commander Zoutar, leader and 'soon-to-be' supreme ruler of Planet Aurelia, a low-level, mud-ball of a planet, landed and merged his ship with King Vegeta's. He boarded and immediately went into the council hall. Three hours had passed of doing nothing, but discussing new tactics and battle strategies. Commander Zoutar stayed seated, stirring his wine in his glass slowly and carefully. Though, Commander Zoutar was the supreme ruler of such a weak, useless planet, he was a strong ally to the King. He was the Commander since Vegeta was a young child. God, how Vegeta wished he had killed him years ago. Since he and his father were close allies, though, Vegeta wasn't planning on doing anything just yet. He would simply ignore like he had all the other years with his 'battle' this and 'commander' that bullshit.

Vegeta shifted uncomfortably in his seat as the head of the space station droned on and on about the cost of living. His current complaint was that under the current Empire taxation scheme, rates would have to rise again and that would put a large strain on the economy of the space station. Finally, his father appeared to have had about as much of the man's droning as he could stomach, and he silenced the man with a wave of his hand.

"I can understand your concerns, Commander Zoutar."

His father smiled thinly and finished the glass of wine he'd been sipping,

"Unfortunately, due to the current state of the Saiyan economy, it is necessary for these rates to rise and the taxation rate to remain steady. The Empire is in need of credits to fund for future battles."

He paused and his smile took on a more threatening edge,

"Surely your people can understand that paying an extra twenty credits is a cheap price for safety?"

Commander Zoutar lowered his eyes and muttered something that sounded like a reluctant agreement as he sat back down, looking unhappy. His father caught his eyes and nodded and Vegeta rose and walked to his side. They'd listened to the man's complaints which Vegeta hoped meant that they were now free to return to Planet Vegeta. He loathed these political trips with his father; they were always boring.

"I bid you goodnight, gentlemen. I'm heading back to my ship."

His father nodded at the men and stalked off. Vegeta gave his own nod and followed in his father's wake, feeling acutely annoyed at his father's pompous attitude as he swept along the hallways until he reached his set of suits. He approved of the way his father treated their lesser rulers and commanders, but not of the way he treated him. Whenever they were on these treats he treated him more as one of his advisers and less like his son and heir. It was quite frustrating to follow in his father's wake.

"Will you join me for a drink, Vegeta?"

His father opened the door to his suite of rooms and entered, not bothering to wait for Vegeta's answer and not expecting one. He poured out two cups of a sweet, intoxicating brew he was fond of, but which Vegeta personally found repulsive, and motioned his son towards a seat.

"Something you wished to discuss, father?"

Vegeta took a sip and forced himself to swallow the horrid liquid without showing his displeasure. He wished he had his favorite brew among the ship.

Next time…

He thought to himself. His father sat back and swirled the liquid around in his glass.

"Nothing, in particular, I just needed to get away from the commoners."

His father's lip curled with distaste.

"I fail to see how they cannot comprehend that a rise in rates is necessary for us to continue our assault on other galactic federations trying to overthrow Planet Vegeta."

"Like you say, father, they're commoners. You can't expect them to understand the affairs of the Empire."

Vegeta said the first thing that came into his mind, hoping to placate his father enough so he could leave and get back to his room; and that delectable little human woman known as me within it. His father chuckled softly,

"You're right, of course."

He looked up at Vegeta suddenly and took a sip of the drink.

"Tell me, how is the whore I purchased for you?"

Vegeta bristled at the word 'whore', even though he had used it himself to taunt me before,

"Fine…"

He shrugged and put the cup of revoltingly sweet stuff down as he folded his hands in his lap.

"Just fine…?"

His father frowned suddenly.

"She isn't dead already is she? I swear if you kill off another one of your slaves I'll…"

"Oh, she's alive. She's very much alive."

Vegeta smirked as he remembered how alive I had felt as I'd struggled under him. His father's mouth twisted unpleasantly,

"I take it she was well suited to her task? It's no secret that your tastes in women run to the masochistic and submissive."

The Saiyan Prince shrugged and glanced away; this was not the kind of talk he wanted to have with his father.

"I wouldn't call her masochistic, although she did seem to enjoy being royally fucked."

His father shook his head and frowned,

"I've never understood how it is that you can take pleasure from causing another person pain on a sexual level. Control and power I understand, but not pain."

"I don't take pleasure from giving everyone pain…"

Vegeta bristled again and scowled when his father's expression made it clear he required a further explanation.

"I find that watching a woman's body squirm with pain and pleasure under mine, and knowing that I can control her with the pain, is extremely satisfying!"

The King leaned back in his chair and poured himself another drink,

"That was a little more then I wanted to know, Vegeta."

He glanced at the clock and grimaced.

"I have to attend another meeting. You're excused. Go back to your room and enjoy your new toy."

"Yes, father."

Vegeta put his still-full glass down and left without looking back. Walking out the doorway, he muttered the subtle words,

"Oh, I certainly will…"

v

I was curled up on the couch in one of the new dresses that a tailor had dropped off earlier sometime after Vegeta must've left; I must've dozed off because I didn't hear or see them come in. The dress was rich silk that had been dyed in vibrant shades of orange and yellow as if it were alight with fire. Now, despite the fact that the tailor had gone and I still had other clothing to try on, I still wasn't able to make myself move. I decided against wearing my other Earthly clothes I had before getting onto the ship because Vegeta probably demand I strip and put one of the new dresses on anyways, so I just put the dress on and said fuck it.

I was completely exhausted and pissed off and sad and every other negative feeling in the dictionary, but I didn't want to fall asleep or even slightly drift off in case I woke up in an even worse situation. I couldn't remember how long ago it had been since I had been taken from Earth, maybe only a few hours or maybe it's already been over a day. All I knew was that things had quickly gone from bad to worse. My body ached in places where it hadn't ached in a very, very long time. I changed my position on the couch and wished I could go to sleep on a real bed, but as soon as I opened my eyes and caught sight of the bed across the room, I shut them again. I didn't want to be on 'his' bed. That's why I moved. At the back of my mind, I could almost hear a voice softly whispering to me. Telling me that I really was nothing, but a slut! After all, I'd enjoyed all those horrible things that Prince Vegeta had done to me in that shower! I'd enjoyed it and I wanted more… but… Nathan…

The door beeped a warning again, and I shrank down lower onto the couch and shut my eyes. I didn't need to be a mind reader to guess who it was this time. It was unlikely that he would care that I was bone-shatteringly tired or that my body was aching from his cruel treatment earlier. He would just want to fuck me again, and again, and again until he got tired of me and killed me! Whenever that would be, I didn't know.

"Woman…?"

His tone was questioning and a perhaps even a little sly sounding. I stayed silent and kept my eyes closed as I heard him walk across the room and then walk back again.

"Oh… you're there."

He sounded oddly disappointed, and I made the mistake of opening my eyes to find him staring down at me.

"I thought maybe you were playing a little hide 'n' seek with me. You know… that's a Saiyan favorite of mine! All us Saiyans played it as children… and still do as adults… he-he; if you know what I mean!"

I curled into a smaller ball and glared at him, trying hard not to show any fear to him

"You're sick."

"No, just hopeful…"

He walked over and sat on the couch beside me.

"I had a really bad day."

I stayed silent and tried to ignore him.

"You're supposed to ask me why it was so bad, woman!"

Vegeta prodded me in the side and gave me an expectant look. I sighed,

"Why was your day so bad?"

"I had to listen to people speak… about crap I already knew! It was fucking terrible! Annoying bastards, all of them!

"You had to actually listen to people? How terrible…"

My voice was thick with sarcasm and I wondered if he'd kill me if I made him angry enough. A quick death was looking pretty good to me right about now.

"I take it your day was pretty hard, too?"

Vegeta sidled closer and reached out to touch the material of my dress. It was one of many that I decided to put on.

"You look very sexy… and very fuckable!"

I glanced up and glared at him, but didn't rise to the bait and kept my mouth shut. If he wanted to play games and get himself turned on by talking dirty, then I would let him. I wasn't going to play along like some compliant, little concubine. This was not my choice and would never be my choice.

"You know, you're no fun when you're like this."

He sat back again and just stared at me curiously, as though I was something of a puzzle to him.

"I've never met a whore who acts quite like you before."

"Like what? This is how I always am and this is how most 'normal' people act to psychos like you…"

I watched him warily, not liking the strange, playful light in his eyes. He looked like a cat with a mouse. The Prince looked thoughtful for a second then continued to speak, ignoring me as though I hadn't even spoken.

"Then again… I like you better now than how you were earlier."

I finally felt angry enough to sit up straight and I glared at him.

"You mean terrified? You're a sadistic and frightening bastard, you dumb fuck!"

He watched me with amusement and grinned.

"You really are different to most of the women I've known. Most of them wouldn't dare talk to me like that. All the 'hurtful' names and rude comments…"

"Maybe I want you to just kill me."

I stared into his frightening black eyes, my expression daring him to kill me.

"Maybe…"

Vegeta agreed,

"…but I won't; you're too interesting to kill…"

He abruptly reached across and pulled me into his arms, his arm muscles like steel under my hands. I made a sound of protest but was far too tired to put up much of a fight as he settled me into his lap and ran his hands up my waist to cup my breasts, his thumbs running lightly over my pebbled nipples which he could feel through the thin, thin material. I could feel his erection, hot and hard, pressing into me through our clothing and the feel of it made my mouth run dry.

"I… I'm too… tired."

I stammered and tried to wriggle out of his hold, frightened by the feel of his desire for my body and frightened by my own natural response.

"So am I…"

Vegeta's hands dropped from my breasts and began tracing the flame pattern of my dress, the feeling of his light touched through the silk sending shivers up my spine,

"…but I'm not too tired for a little fun with you."

"I am…"

"I didn't ask you if you were or weren't."

Vegeta snapped as he turned me around in his lap until I was straddling him, the material of the dress bunched up around my waist. I watched him with a detached look in my eyes as he undid the tie at the back of my dress and slipped it over my head so that I was straddling him in just a pair of lacy briefs and a strapless, thin bra. Even though the exhaustion I felt made me, even more, nervous and frightened, I was aware that there was nothing I could do from letting him take whatever he wanted from me. I belonged to him now. I was his.