Chapter Eighteen
You're Still Just A Slave
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Taylor walked towards Vegeta's room slowly, cautiously. She quickly pulled out a key that she'd stolen off the belt of one of the Elites. She was stealthier and more ninja then people would think she was. She quickly unlocked the door and stepped inside; closing and locking it behind her. She knew Vegeta was out training Nathan and the others. She stepped forward to see me sitting on the bed silent, with my head in my hands.
"What is it now, Kakarot?"
She placed a hand on my head. I knew that wasn't Kakarot's hand. It was significantly smaller and softer than his, or Vegeta's, or Nathan's… So, who was it…?
I looked up and my eyes almost shot from my skull. Taylor grinned down at me.
"It's good to see you, Taylor…"
Her voice was calm, but I sure as hell wasn't. I was sure I was losing my mind completely now.
"T-Taylor, I… I thought… Wh-What?"
She held her hand out for me to take and I did, quickly jumping up to hug her. My eyes watered. I thought she was dead. Why was she here? How did she get her? How? What? Why?
"Taylor, how… how did…?"
She placed a hand on my cheek softly and whispered,
"Shhh… It's okay… I'll answer all your questions soon… but for now… there's something I want to show you…"
She leaned down, close to me and brushed her lips against mine.
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Taylor's hands drifted slowly over my clothing as her tongue swept over mine completely. I was so in shock; I didn't know how to respond. I hesitated to put my hands on her, but she pulled me up to my feet, close to her, forcing me to touch her, too.
"T-Taylor… I… I don't understand…"
"Shhh… It's okay… Just kiss me…"
"…b-but… I…"
I couldn't get the words out before her mouth was against mine again. Admittedly, it felt so amazing to feel to delicacy of a woman's touch compared to all the rough treatment I'd been receiving over the past few weeks. She moved over me and laid me back on the bed. Her hands felt down my body and began to pull and prod at my clothing. Her lips searched around my neck and heated my skin to no end. She pulled my shirt up and caressed my breasts with complete neediness and wanting desire. I moaned in awe and simply let her feel my wanting body, groaning softly to the delicacy of her touch and kisses and closeness. I never wanted her to stop.
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Taylor closed the door softly and stood facing the door. She sighed and grinned slightly to herself, surprised that no one had come in to interrupt us over the past hour and a half. She let the doorknob go and turned around, only to be face-to-face with the douche-bag himself; Prince Vegeta, to whom had just gotten back with Nathan and Bardock from their mercenary mission.
"Hello again, woman…! Just saying hello to my mate, I hope…"
Vegeta grinned at her; being able to smell the scent of me all over her being. Taylor gritted her teeth and quickly looked past Vegeta, pretending to be looking down the hallway at something. Vegeta's eyes hesitantly followed glanced back momentarily. When his eyes searched back for hers, the burning sensation of the back of her hand went flying across his face. He was completely throw off his guard and grunted harshly at the hit. Taylor breathed heavily and grinned slightly at what she had finally accomplished. Vegeta stayed frozen with his head turned to the side, feeling a trail of blood slip from his lip and down his chin. He slowly turned back to her; his hand slowly coming up and wiping the blood from with lip. He closed his eyes and began to chuckle.
"He-he; you should be one of my soldiers with strength like that…"
Taylor frowned angrily at him, not accepting what he said as any type of complement.
"Fuck you…"
Vegeta smiled and instantly, within the blink of an eye, had his hand around her neck, chocking her where she stood.
"He-he; shouldn't you be upstairs where you belong…?"
She gasped and scratched at his hand and wrist, trying desperately to get away. After a few seconds, he dropped her and she breathed heavily, heaving and trying hard to regulate her breathing again. Vegeta pulled out what looked like some kind of radio-thing from his belt and spoke their gibberish language into it. He was probably asking to get some soldiers to come get her, she figured. Sure enough, two guards came down the hallway and grabbed her, pulling her to her feet.
"Take her to the second floor; room 647. I shouldn't hear another word of this from her and either of you… Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir…"
They responded, duplicating one another, and began to walk, ordering Taylor to move with them. Vegeta watched as she was taken away and then looked at the bedroom door. He decided against going inside and instead went back to the throne room to train a little himself.
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After my run in with Kakarot's father from the dinner, the severe punishment I received from Vegeta, and the run in with Kakarot's brother and father… and then his brother again, I decided to just 'lay the fuck low' and just stay in the room for a few days, cleaning, doodling, and being bored. I preferred to stay away from them; all of them. I didn't want any more trouble. Unfortunately, trouble seemed to find me, even when I wasn't looking for any.
I couldn't stop thinking about Taylor, though; whether any of it even happened or if it was all just some hopeful, wet, delusional dream. It was strange, but admittedly, some of the best sex I'd had in so long, even if it seemed over just as soon as it started; only because of how gentle she was. I missed that, and wasn't overly used to it anymore. Vegeta wasn't paying me any attention on top of it; he'd finish training, come to the room, sleep, wake up and go. it was weird, he wouldn't even talk to me and that didn't feel right to me. Whatever, at least he was leaving me alone, now. I just wanted everything to go back to normal; whatever normal meant. It was wishful thinking, but I believed that someday, my life would hopefully be 'normal' again.
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The next day, while 'laying low', trouble came knocking while Vegeta was off training and I was cleaning his room out of pure boredom and not wanted to leave anyways. Thinking it was the Saiyan Prince at the door, wanting to know in advance if I was done cleaning before he entered for some stupid reason, I called out, naïvely,
"Come in."
Not looking up, I heard the door open, and a familiar, unwelcoming voice spoke,
"Hey, Prince Vegeta, do you…"
Halting in my cleaning, I looked up, at first thinking it was Kakarot, but then, my eyes adjusted to his face more. I was disappointed to see the Saiyan that had humiliated me at the Royal dinner; Bardock. The Saiyan seemed surprised to see me, but then his surprised look became a wicked grin.
"Well, look at what we have here. It's little miss high and mighty…"
I wasn't in the mood to deal with him. I was depressed and angry and wanted to just be alone. I was more angry than humiliated at him now after that dinner. He pulled a dangerous stunt that could've got him killed, and should've, but the King found it too amusing…
Assholes; all of them…
"The name's Taylor, Lady Taylor as your son and the King call me, and if you don't mind, I'm busy right now. If you're looking for Vegeta, he's training… again."
"I see…"
Bardock replied glancing around Vegeta's bedroom, narrowing his eyes towards the bed for he could smell the scent other another amongst it. It made him grin in the slightest, knowing that the scent was of another female; a human female. He'd wished that he could've seen that little show.
"…and he left you here all by yourself to clean up. Is that right?"
"Basically…"
Ignoring the Saiyan, I went back to my chores, folding Vegeta's clothes and then moving to the bookshelf to restack the books neatly. I could feel him watching me from the doorway, and it was making me very uncomfortable. What did he want? Couldn't he just leave me alone? I left him alone since that stupid dinner, so why can't he just leave me alone? What if Vegeta just walked in and saw him staring at me like this? When I couldn't stand it anymore, I sighed and turned around and gave him a questioning look.
"Okay, can I help you with something?"
Bardock grinned.
"Yes, as a matter of fact you can, by apologizing to me…"
"What? For what…?"
My tone was becoming more and more irritated sounding.
"You know, for humiliating me last week at the Royal dinner…"
"Oh, I humiliated you! You shoved my face into spilled wine on the table, telling me to 'lap it up' right in front of everyone! You humiliated me, you fucking bastard!"
He chuckled, keeping his gaze locked on me.
"You have quite a tone, and quite a mouth; I don't appreciate a slave with a tone and bad language. As far as I'm concerned, you should be on your knees scrubbing floors and pleasing us. I would have killed you without a second thought if you were my slave giving me that tone!"
"Thanks… I feel a lot better, now…"
I muttered sarcastically, turning my back on him. The humor vanished from the Saiyan's face; he glared at my back.
"You know what…? I've lost all my patience for your tone and your behavior. I got in a lot of trouble because of you… slave…"
He said, scowling, and taking a step towards me.
"…good…"
Something I wish I never muttered because he heard it the second the word escaped my lips. He slammed the door behind him, making me jump practically out of my skin. I didn't like the sound of what he was saying.
"You forget your place, slave. You're far too arrogant and proud, woman. I think it's high time someone put you in your place."
I turned back and faced him nervously, taking a slow, shaky step back.
"W-What do you mean?"
He cracked his knuckles, walking slowly towards me.
"I think it's time you learned just where you 'really' stand among our people. You're nothing, but a slave, a thing… an object; something to be used and discarded, and nothing more."
His voice was stern and firm. He was being absolutely serious. I swallowed nervously. He chuckled as he watched my face go paler.
"He-he; you've got a pretty, little face…"
He licked his lips, biting the bottom right corner of his mouth. His eyes were burning darkly and hungrily into mine, making me even more nervous.
"…so, I think it's time to put your good looks to a good use."
The implication was apparent. I backed away, pressing myself against the wall.
"Y-You stay away from me! You'll get in trouble again if you come near me!"
He chuckled more. I winced and yelled at him, repeating myself,
"STAY AWAY FROM ME!"
"Shut up, whore!"
Bardock snapped, stopping momentarily in his tracks.
"I'm going to show you just what you're really good for…"
He started towards me again, taking slightly bigger strides. Behind him was the only way in or out of the room, unless I wanted to jump out the window just to plummet almost two hundred feet to the ground below to my death.
Can I make it?
It was worth a try. I knew what would happen if I just stayed here and did nothing. He terrified me for many reasons, but the biggest one being that he and Kakarot looked almost the exact same! I didn't want him to touch me. He was just the evil embodiment of his son; the good one, too! I had to get out and find Vegeta. Vegeta knew how to control him. He's the Prince after all. Bardock didn't dare mess with him or the King, but especially the Prince. (Well, not directly anyways)
Making a mad dash for the door, I tried to get around him. Bardock's hand shot out and grabbed my arm, along with me tumbling over the foot his shot out to trip me as well.
"Where do you think you're going, huh?!"
Gripping my arm painfully, he dragged me over to the bed and aggressively threw me on it. I tried to get up, but he was immediately standing over me, pressing me down into the mattress with his foot on my chest.
"Well, don't you have spirit? You are brave, I'll give you that, but so, so stupid…"
I winced and grabbed his ankle, trying to force his foot off of me. He chuckled and moved his foot from my chest up to neck and then forcing it to my left cheek, pressing my head to the side. He laughed more at my struggles to get him off.
"Come on, why don't you show me a little respect, slave? I am an Elite soldier after all… You really should be nicer to those above yourself."
"Fuck you, asshole…"
He laughed out loud, even louder than before and pressed my face down harder into the pillow. I had no nails so I couldn't even try scratching him.
Fuck… Vegeta, get back here now! Please, get this asshole off of me!
"I want to hear you scream. Come on; scream for help, you little bitch!"
I grunted and winced in pain as he pressed harder. He went down to his one knee, keeping his foot pressed down against my face as he leaned downward and close.
"Aw, what's the matter? Got nothing smug to say anymore? Hmm, that's what I thought…"
I didn't answer him. The second he moved his foot, the back of his hand swatted across my face, bruising my cheek terribly. I squeaked in pain from the unexpected blow and he just laughed as he then straddled over me, pinning all my limbs down. I whimpered and frantically tried pulling away in fear of what he was going to do to me.
"Hold still, you little slut. I'm going to use you as my pretty, little play-toy for the evening while your Prince Charming is out! What do you think of that, huh?!"
"YOU CAN'T DO THIS!"
I screamed out. He chuckled a low and rough laugh.
"Can't I?"
Bardock asked with a smug look on his face.
"You're nothing. Good for a quick fuck and nothing more. By the time I'm done with you, there'll be no denying what a dirty, little tramp you are."
"No! NO!"
I shouted. I wriggled under his strong grasp frantically.
"NO, NO, HELP! HELP ME; SOMEBODY, PLEASE!"
He laughed, leaning down closer until his face was about an inch from my own.
"No one's going to come to the rescue of a slave, especially one who's being used the way she's supposed to be."
He chuckled evilly and trailed his tongue up my neck to my ear. I winced, trying to pull my head away as far as possible, but I couldn't move. I couldn't escape.
"Mmm, you taste good."
"Stop it! You're disgusting!"
I shouted.
"You're a monster, you fucking bastard! Let me go! Let me go!"
"Shut the fuck up! You're going to love this. I'll have you screaming at the top of your lungs…"
He grinned evilly.
"…but they won't be screams of pleasure."
I knew that there was nothing I could do to stop him. He was far too strong. (Like most Saiyans were), he could kill me at any moment.
Maybe, I should provoke him into killing me. I'd much rather die than be raped by this brute, but unless someone comes to help me, I'm at his mercy.
Momentarily, Bardock turned his head back to the door and then quickly jumped up and off the bed, stepping away from the bedside, thinking someone was going to come in. I slid softly off the bed to the floor, gently plunking down on my butt, staring at the Saiyan's back nervously. I had no voice. I wanted to scream for help, but I felt no voice, as if it were gone.
No, please, someone come in. Please, somebody, anybody, Vegeta, Kakarot, help me. Make him go away…
A few Saiyans stood outside the door talking and then the voices slowly drifted away as they began to walk away. The shadows of their feet under the door vanished. Bardock sighed and relaxed.
"That was close… but anyways…"
The Saiyan turned back to me with a wicked grin on his face, chuckling.
"…where were we?"
I squeaked in fear and scurried under the bed. Bardock laughed at my attempt to hide.
"Do you really think you're safe under there?"
He stalked over to the bed and got down on his knees, peering underneath. I got as far away from him as possible as his grin widened.
"Come out, come out and play, little slave."
He reached for me, grabbing my ankle. I was dragged kicking and screaming from under the bed. He pulled me out and to my surprise gave me enough time to get up and try and run, but, as fate would have it, my shitty knee gave out on me, cracking in the process.
"Ahh…! Fuck…"
I whimpered as I fell to the ground. Tears built up as I struggled to stay calm, but just simply couldn't. I was beyond terrified. Bardock stood just a few feet away laughing at me.
Fuck my knee, seriously! I wish I never fucked it up skiing last February…
"Oh, what's the matter? I gave you a chance to run… and what do you do?! Fall down pathetically like every little girl in one of those horror movies you humans seemed to like so much…"
I could hear his heavy footsteps come towards me and I looked up to see him right there, next to me.
"Even if you did get to the door…"
He reached to the handle and grabbed it, giggling it to show he had quickly locked it right after slamming it closed earlier.
"…you wouldn't have gotten very far…"
He chuckled; a low, demonic-like laugh as he reached down and grabbed me by my hair. I screamed in agony as he pulled me by my hair back towards the bed. The next thing I knew, I was once again pinned on the bed with Bardock leering over me.
"Haven't you heard the saying 'it's just a game'? He-he; because that's a Saiyan's favorite saying…"
His voice was a low and hoarse whisper almost.
"…because that's exactly what this is… and I'm most certainly going to win…"
He chuckled evilly and tore open my shirt, exposing me to his gaze, not wasting any more time to get to the big 'show' of the evening. I tried to scream, but his quickly covered my mouth with one large hand and used the other to hold both my wrists together above my head, keeping me pinned to the bed.
"He-he; and you are certainly a pretty decent prize…!"
I fought back harder than ever, but to no avail.
"He-he; very nice…"
Bardock spoke maniacally, staring at my breasts.
"You look good enough to eat."
He leaned down, bringing his face close to mine. I shut my eyes and turned away, only to have him force my head back to face him. I whimpered behind his hand, crying and afraid. His skin stunk of sweat and dirt and his breath smelt like alcohol and copper. It was all too revolting.
"How about we just get right to the fun then, shall we?"
I screamed Bloody-Mary behind that filthy hand of his.
No, no… This can't be happening… THIS CANT BE HAPPENING!
"Bardock, just what do you think you're doing?"
My eyes snapped open. I knew that voice. Bardock did too, because he pulled away from me, glancing at the door, yet keeping me pinned down. Vegeta stood in the doorway with that irritated look on his face, but was it just my imagination, or did he seem angrier than usual? Bardock growled a small, low growl in the back of his throat before turned his head to look over his shoulder.
"Oh, hey, Prince Vegeta…"
Bardock greeted, as if what he was doing was no big deal.
"How's the training going?"
Vegeta ignored the question.
"I asked you a question, Bardock. Just what do you think you're doing, Elite, huh?!"
Bardock blinked, looking as if he truly didn't understand the simple question.
"Whatever do you mean?"
"The girl…!"
Vegeta snapped impatiently.
"What are you doing to her?"
"Huh?"
He still looked confused as he glanced back at me.
"Oh, you mean her?"
"Of course her, you imbecile; she's the only female in the damn room."
"Oh, well, I was just using her. She needs to be taught her place anyway."
He sneered at me.
"The little tramp is finally going to find out just exactly where she stands in our society."
"Release her, this instant!"
Surprise flashed across Bardock's face as he looked back at the Saiyan prince.
"What? Why?"
"Because I said so; she's my fucking property, and I'll decide what happens to her!"
Irritation crossed Kakarot's father's face.
"She's just a slave…"
"She is not to be used like this by you. She is to be used by me and whoever I say can use her. That does not include satisfying your lust when I'm not around."
Bardock looked back at my terrified face.
"She's just property…"
I was about to retort, but Vegeta spoke first.
"She's my property! My father gave her to me. I decide what will happen with her!"
"Aw, come on, Vegeta. I've done you plenty of favors, can't you do me one by sharing this woman?! I've wanted to get between this whore's legs for a while now… You of all people should know that…"
Vegeta crossed his arms. His aura was beginning to glow dimly around him.
"…and I am the one telling you to let her go. Do it now."
Fury twisted Bardock's features. He looked down at me, looking as if he wanted to kill me.
"No! She's just a slave, and I'm going to treat her as one!"
He fell upon me again, fully intending to rape me right in front of Prince Vegeta; his teeth and claws bared and his face twisted with dark, repulsive desires. I renewed my struggles, even though I knew it was useless.
"BARDOCK, ARE YOU DISOBEYING A DIRECT ORDER FROM ME?!"
Vegeta bellowed. The Saiyan on top of me froze. The color actually drained from his face as he realized what he was doing.
"O-Of course not… Sorry, I… I just got carried away."
He reluctantly got off of me, and I immediately curled up into a ball. With one last look at me, Bardock turned to leave. As he stalked past the Saiyan Prince, he closed the door, quickly coming over to the bedside.
"Are you all right?"
He asked worriedly. I didn't respond. I merely hugged myself, hiding my chest as tears rolled down my cheeks. I was visibly shaking, and I looked paler than usual. It had happened before to me, on Earth, and I didn't want it to happen again. He became impatient with my crying and not answering.
"Don't be so naïve. You stupid, foolish girl! I'm still punishing you for what you did to me! Don't forget that!"
My eyes widened and my head shot up. His eyes focused down on me darkly.
"So, if you don't want more crap like Bardock, then best you don't leave this room! You'll soon be getting your fill of punishment anyways…"
He grunted and then quickly turned around and stormed out. I stayed on the bed, scared and alone. I could tell Vegeta was still very serious about the whole 'punishment' thing, but I think he was more or less just extra pissed about Bardock. I grabbed the blanket and curled up under it, afraid I would wake up and that beast would be over me again, threatening and terrifying.
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The very next day, a similar incident happened again, but this time, the King himself was with. Bardock had brought him and had told him what had happened. Both of the two overgrown brutes wanted to screw me so badly, so it didn't take much for King Vegeta to say 'yes' and allow Bardock to break into the Prince's bedchamber. I remember seeing their faces looming over me before I was knocked out. When I began drifting in and out of consciousness, I remember hearing their laughter at my weak, pinned down body, and my helpless, uncontrollable moans. I remember feeling the King's soft whispers in my ear as his hand slid over my mouth to muffle any cries, moans or screams; his lips nipping at my ear and neck while Bardock gripped his digits into my thighs, pulling my legs further apart. I remember seeing them getting ready to violate my frail being until the bedroom door swung open again. Vegeta was fuming and powered up, scaring his father and Bardock into leaving. Vegeta had had it with them, especially Bardock trying to get into my pants, so he demanded the Elites be moved to the other side of the palace and that he will put off training for a little while. He didn't appreciate that I didn't fight back at all either. He felt angry at the men; at me…
He wanted to punish me even more now, to get his rage out. The King kept his distance for a while, but how long would that last?! Bardock was moved to a different district of the capital to patrol rather than staying around the palace. Kakarot had told Raditz off and Vegeta had got wind of what Raditz had almost done, too, so he's kept his distance from me for quite some time, and will continue. Those were a few things I had to be glad about, and was. Nevertheless, though, Vegeta was still around, and he was still just as threatening, if not worse.
Vegeta snuck in around midnight two nights later and injected me with more of that crap he did before. Before I could react, I was out again. With me weak, helpless, and more vulnerable than ever, he was doing it; my punishment; the most severe one imaginable. He was finally making his move.