Chapter Two: In Too Deep
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She was fantastic! Her body was perfect and her lips were sweet. I was a little rougher than necessary, but I couldn't help myself. When she tried to fight back at me with that fire that I've seen in her so many times, it simply stirred my lust and desire for her. She even lasted longer than any of the other girls and she even survived a night with me. I wasn't disappointed at all. She certainly held up her end of our little deal, but if she thinks that Vegeta's debt was repaid by just one night with her, she is sadly mistaken. I will have her again. I don't know when, but I will have her in my bed again and again until I decide that I'm done with her. Poor little princess, she has no idea what she has gotten herself into.
Vidalia slowly walked back to the Saiyan chambers. She leaned against the wall to hold herself up. She held her chest. She was certain that her ribs were broken, and certain that her nose was broken. The princess looked as though she'd been in a battle to the death and nearly lost. Zarbon had beaten her, had sex with her, and beat on her some more. He was rough and brutal, and he enjoyed every second of it. The more she screamed, the more she fought him back, the more he loved it. Vidalia knows that she had blacked out at some point because she woke up to Zarbon slapping her face. He did keep one promise though, he never ripped her dress. Vidalia finally got to the door to her suite and when it opened, she fainted, falling into the middle of the living room. Nappa and Raditz were already up preparing breakfast for themselves. They saw her hit the floor with a thump. "Vidalia!" Nappa shouted.
"Shit!" Raditz exclaimed. They both ran to her aide. "What the hell happened?"
"I don't know. Vidalia, can you hear me?" Nappa shook her gently. He patted her face trying to rouse her. She stirred a little. "That's it. Wake up, Princess. What happened to you?"
Vidalia's eyelashes fluttered then opened. "I….need to…be taken to the…infirmary." Her eyes rolled to the back of her head before closing again. The Saiyan Princess passed out. Sweet release.
Zarbon was standing in the throne room with Frieza and Dodoria. Frieza was going on and on about something or other. Zarbon wasn't listening. His thoughts were preoccupied with the memories of his night with Vidalia. That fiery Saiyan woman was more than anything he could have imagined. She fought him, oh how she fought him. It fueled his lust. He'd used her and hurt her, and he loved it. Plans for their next encounter were beginning to take form in his mind. Word had gotten back to him that Vidalia had to be taken to the infirmary, though no one knew what had happened. He didn't care about the speculations, that would be her issue to take care of. She could spin whatever tale she wanted to tell. Frieza wouldn't be happy about one of his little pets being injured, but Zarbon had somehow kept it from getting back to him. He wanted to have her in his bed again tonight. He'd wanted her sooner, but she had to spend almost two entire days in the tank. She was fully recovered now, and Vegeta was still gone. He'll be paying her a visit later today.
The sound of Frieza calling his name snapped Zarbon back out of his head. "My apologies, Lord Frieza. What was that?"
"I was saying that there have been some rumblings of a possible rebellion rising up on Planet Drigo. I do not suspect that their king is behind any of it, but I want you to look into it for me."
Zarbon bowed at the waist and replied, "Of course, sir." He turned on his heel and went to fulfill the duties of his master. He would make contact with the king and see what he knew and then go from there. If need be, he would make the trip to Drigo personally and eliminate the threat. After that, he will go looking for his new plaything.
Vidalia exited the infirmary and headed to her suite. She hadn't eaten before she had walked into Zarbon's chambers, but she wasn't hungry. She just wanted to get back to her room and wash the shame off her body. She wanted to scrub her entire body until her skin was red and raw. Wanted the water to scald her skin. Wanted the memories of the other to wash down the drain. Vidalia opened the door to the suite she shared with the other Saiyans and found Nappa and Raditz sitting in the living room as if waiting for her. Her shoulders sagged a little at the sight of them. Looks like that scalding hot shower was going to have to wait.
Vidalia pulled herself together and walked through the door. She stopped in front of her two comrades. Their faces were serious, but they were quiet, waiting. Vidalia folded her arms over her chest. "Alright, out with it." She said.
Nappa was the one to speak first. "We just want to know what happened. We get back from training and you're gone and then you come tumbling into the room in the early morning. You were so badly beaten up. Doctor said that you had some broken ribs and so much more. Who did that to you?"
She wasn't going to sugarcoat anything. There was no point in lying about anything to them. She knew that she could always swear them to secrecy, and she honestly didn't care about their opinion to begin with. She was their princess, their superior. "Zarbon. Zarbon did that to me."
"What?" Raditz shot to his feet then. "Why? That is such bullshit. We're going to Frieza, now. That bastard has gone too far. He can't just attack us like that."
"Okay, first of all, he didn't attack us. He attacked me. Second of all, it's my own fault. He came into the training room and was all pissed about Alana. He said that he was going to kill Vegeta and I panicked. I offered myself as a replacement."
"As a punching bag?" asked Nappa.
"No, Nappa, as a fuck toy." She wasn't about to mince words. It was best to just be straightforward. The two Saiyan males were stunned. "Don't look at me that way. He was going to murder Vegeta over a woman that neither of them even gives two fucks about. I had to do something."
"Of course, Vidalia. But this?" Nappa said. Raditz just plopped back down into his chair.
"Look, I understand that this is insane, but it is what it is. I'm a big girl now and I can handle myself. Also, under no circumstances are either one of you allowed to breathe a word of this to my brother."
"Vidalia!"
"Not one fucking word, Nappa!" Vidalia commanded. They both looked pissed, but Vidalia knew that they would comply with what she asked.
After a long uncomfortable silence, Raditz offered a suggestion. "We could give the girl back to him. Just deal with whatever hissy fit Vegeta has about it."
"You don't think I tried that? Zarbon doesn't want her." She was starting to get very irritated. She just wanted to shower and go to bed and pretend this was all some kind of bad dream. The realization that it isn't all a bad dream and that it will happen again and again until Zarbon gets bored or kills her begins to weigh on the princess. Nappa and Raditz just continued to stare at her. She pinched the bridge of her nose and let out an exasperated groan. "I am done with this conversation. Point is keep your mouths shut or I'll beat the shit out of both of you." She could do it too. She wasn't quite as strong as her brother, but she was definitely stronger than both of the men sitting in front of her. She turned away from them and went into her room, beelined to her bathroom, and began to scrub her body in scalding hot water.
It was getting late in the day and Zarbon had just finished speaking with Tomo, the king of Drigo. He had been informed that Tomo knew nothing about any rebellion but that he would be looking into it and would be getting back with him as soon as possible. Zarbon believed him. He hoped that King Tomo would be able to handle things on his own. He didn't want to go there himself. He was ready to unwind. Ready for a visit from the princess. So, he went looking.
Nappa and Raditz were gone when Vidalia came out of her room. Hunger finally hitting her. The long, hot shower had helped wash away some of the shame and regret of the other night. Wearing only a light gray tank top that hugged her torso and a light gray pair of shorts that stopped just below her cheeks. She was preparing her dinner when there was a knock on the door. She froze. Somewhere in the pit of her stomach, she knew who was on the other side. She groaned, rolled her eyes, and decided to pretend she wasn't there. If Zarbon did want her then he just had to wait until she was finished with her meal. He could wait or go. She didn't care either way though she wished for the latter. She was tired and definitely in no hurry to go right back into the healing tank. Another knock came from the door. Vidalia sat at the table with her food and water and began to eat. The next knock that came was a loud pounding. Vidalia didn't stop eating. She was stubborn. Far more stubborn than her brother. She was downright spiteful. "Open the goddamn door, monkey!"
Vidalia looked over to the door, popped the last morsel of food into her mouth, and slowly chewed, a smirk on her face. She took a sip of water and then stood up and slowly sauntered over to the door. She opened the door and placed her hand on the doorframe. "Hello, Zarbon. What an unexpected surprise."
Zarbon's eyes landed on her. They slowly looked her up and down. Lust and wanting flashing in them for a moment but was quickly gone as he composed himself. "What took so long?" he asked, clearly annoyed.
"I was eating. I don't know if you heard, but I've been in the healing tank for nearly two whole days." Vidalia answered with as much sass and sarcasm as she could muster. The fakest of smiles plastered on her face.
Zarbon returned her smile, his eyes swift up and looked past her into the room. "I did hear something about that. Where are the other monkeys?"
"I assume they're training."
"May I come in then?" The princess let out a sigh and moved to let him in. She was too tired to put up a fight with him. He makes his way over to the couch and has a seat. Vidalia closes the door and stands in front of it. She doesn't want to be too close to him. He notices and smiles. "I won't bite."
"Yes, you will. In fact, you did." Vidalia pushed herself off the door and began to walk slowly to Zarbon. She was alert, her guard up. The man before her was dangerous and she wasn't yet strong enough to kill him, though that was all she wanted to do. "You bit me, and you hit me and bruised me up and broke my bones."
"You knew what you were getting into." He countered smugly.
Vidalia sneered at him. "Why are you here?"
"What a stupid question. You're not stupid. You know why."
"Aww, not tonight, Honey. I have a headache." She said sarcastically, in no mood for a repeat of the other night.
Zarbon chuckled, stood up from the couch, and began to walk towards her. She began to back away. He matched her step for step until her back hit the wall. Zarbon placed both of his hands on the wall on either side of her head and leaned in. He dragged his lips along her jaw all the way up to her ear and whispered, "Are you afraid of me now?" Vidalia didn't move, her breathing had become shallow. "You should be."
Vidalia's eyes shifted over to her brother's door. He still wasn't back and wouldn't be for a few more weeks. Alana was in there though. "Alana is in there. Just take her and let's be done with this."
Zarbon began to drag his fingertips up and down her arms. The feather light touches causing goosebumps to form. "I told you; I don't want her. And I find you to be so much more fun to play with."
"Yeah, well, I can't go back into the healing tank tonight."
"I can be gentler. I get carried away sometimes." He ran his hands down her sides. Bringing his lips down to her neck, he began to place soft kisses down to her shoulder. He gently bit down on her shoulder causing her to gasp.
"You want to hurt me."
Zarbon brought one of his hands up to her breast and with the other he cupped her ass. "I do, but you're right. I can't keep putting you in the healing tank. You're valuable to Frieza." He rubbed her nipple with his thumb. "It's been a long day, Vidalia. I'll take what I can get." He slid the hand that was on her ass up only to slid it into the waistband of her shorts. His hand found her clit. Her breath hitched. He began to gently rub. He claimed her lips with his own. Pushing his tongue into her mouth. He pressed his body against her, and she could feel that he was hard.
She was able to break the kiss. "Please, stop. Take Alana. I can't do this again." She begged.
He didn't stop. Grabbing the hem of her tank top, he pulled it up to expose her breasts. He took a nipple in his mouth as he continued to rub her clit. Vidalia put her hands up to his chest and tried to push, but he didn't budge.
Just then the door opened, causing both of them to look. Nappa walked into the room and stopped. Vidalia shoved down her tank top and Zarbon removed his hand from her shorts. "Everything okay in here, Princess?" Nappa asked.
With her eyes beginning to water, humiliation causing her cheeks to redden. "Yes. Everything is fine. Zarbon was just leaving."
Zarbon smirked and turned back to Vidalia, "I expect to see you tomorrow night." He brought his head back down to her ear and whispered, "By the way, you're wet." Vidalia saw red. Before she could stop herself, she slapped Zarbon across the face causing his head to snap to the side. Nappa tensed, getting ready for a fight. Zarbon looked back to the princess, her eyes wide. She was just as surprised as he was. The corner of his lips curled up, "Bring that temper with you." He turned and walked out of the suite leaving Vidalia fuming.
When the door closed, Nappa looked over to Vidalia. "Are you alright?" He asked.
"No, Nappa. No, I'm not." She answered and went back to her room. She was furious and humiliated. Zarbon was right. She had gotten wet for him. Her own body had betrayed her. She stood in her room clenching and unclenching her fists. She recalled the slap. It had surprised her that she had done that. Even more surprised that she had gotten away with it. She remembered the sound of it and the way his head jerked to the side, and she smiled.
Zarbon stepped out of the bathroom of his suite. He was freshly showered and was wearing a towel around his waist. The day had been long. Trying to gather information about the rebellion on Planet Drigo had taken up most of his day. All he had wanted was to find Vidalia and relieve his tension. Vidalia had been correct. He needed to be gentler with her. She wasn't like the girls from the harem. She was valuable to Frieza's army and if he hurt her or killed her, Frieza would not be happy. He needed to learn to restrain himself, especially if he wanted to continue his little arrangement with that fiery princess. She slapped him. He liked it. A fire burns inside of her. Memories from just a few hours ago began to play in his mind. The feel of her body, the way she got wet for him. Nappa had interrupted them and that pissed Zarbon off. He would have her tomorrow night and he would show restraint.
Vidalia threw herself into training the next day. All of her frustrations and anger came pouring out of her. What the hell had she gotten herself into? How was all of this going to end? She had been with him once and he had sent her to the infirmary. She believed that she could handle whatever Zarbon could do to her. He had asked her if she was afraid of him now. She didn't answer but the truth is she is afraid of him. Afraid of what he could do to her. She would never show him that. She still had her pride after all. She had to meet him tonight and thought made her feel like there was a stone in her belly. She lost herself in her training. She was so engrossed in her training and her own thoughts that she didn't notice that she wasn't alone in the training room. "Princess Vidalia, Lord Zarbon is requesting your presence. He asks that you meet him in his chambers within the hour."
Vidalia didn't even look at Kyko but replied, "Fine. I'll be there." She hadn't even realized that she had been training all day.
"Very good, Princess," Kyko replied and left the room.
Zarbon opened the door and Vidalia walked inside. She had showered and quickly eaten. She hadn't wanted to risk Zarbon coming for her if she been late. "Hello, Princess." She didn't say anything to him as walked into his chambers. She just wanted to get this over with. She walked past the living room straight into his bedroom. She untied the belt of the robe she was wearing. She pushed it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Zarbon followed behind her and leaned against the doorframe. He was shirtless wearing only a pair of black lounge pants. "You're eager." He said.
"Can we just do this so I can go?" Vidalia snapped.
Zarbon pushed off the doorframe and made his way over to him. His eyes roamed over her naked body. She was gorgeous and curvy. "Need I remind you that you, Vidalia, are the one that came up with this little arrangement? You knew going into this what I was capable of." It was true. Zarbon had a reputation, but Vidalia thought she could handle it. But he had put her in the healing tank. She was a Saiyan. A warrior. She had been in battle after battle. She'd been hurt before. Been at death's door more than once. This was different. Zarbon brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. She flinched. He smiled. "You're beautiful." He brushed her long, brown hair off her shoulders and took a step back. "You know, it doesn't have to be all pain. I can make you feel good too."
Vidalia scoffed, "Please. I highly doubt you have ever cared about anyone's pleasure but your own. Do you even know how to pleasure a woman?"
"You seemed to enjoy what I was doing yesterday. I seem to remember that you got very wet for me."
"That was just my body reacting to stimulation. Don't flatter yourself." She spat.
"And don't delude yourself. You're Saiyan. Your body is designed to withstand brutality and you thrive on it."
"Not like that! What you do is sick. You're sick. A monster."
"I promised restraint." He grabbed her waist and pulled her roughly to him. He crushed his lips into hers. Taking a fist full of her hair in his hand he yanked her head back. "It would be so much easier if you would just let go. It's just sex, Vidalia. Exactly what you asked for." Hatred burned like an inferno in Vidalia's eyes. Zarbon loved it. "I know you hate me. I don't care. Use it. Fight me back. Hurt me back. We can both have fun." She balled up her fist and connected it to the side of his jaw. "Atta girl." He smiled. He flung her to the bed on her stomach. He slapped her ass as hard as he could. She screamed. He did the same to the other cheek. He flipped her over on her back and Vidalia immediately scrambled up to the headboard. Zarbon crawled onto the bed. He grabbed her ankles and yanked her down. He pushed her down. He kissed her roughly as if he owned her. Didn't he though? Vidalia clawed at his back leaving angry scratches behind. Zarbon took one of her nipples into his mouth sucking and licking and biting. He began to make a trail of bites down her body. He settled himself between her thighs. She tried to close her legs, but he just forced them back open. He bit into her inner thigh, and she screamed. He rubbed the place he'd bitten. "Be good, Angel." He purred. He ran his tongue along her slit. He opened her and licked her clit. She gasped. "I can be sweet." He licked and sucked her clit. He devoured her like a starving man. Vidalia gripped the blanket. She tried to focus on anything else but what was happening between her legs, but it felt so good. She threw her head back, giving in to the pleasure he was giving her. She grabbed his head and began to move her hips in rhythm with his tongue. He growled into her clit and slid a finger inside her. Then a second. The pressure was building deep in her core. Vidalia squeezed her eyes shut up. "Look at me, Angel. I want you looking at me when you come for me." Her eyes shot back down at him. She screamed out his name as an orgasm ripped through her body. Her legs tightened around his and ground her pussy into his face riding out her orgasm. Zarbon didn't give her any time to recover. He got off the bed only long enough to take off his pants. He rejoined her on the bed and grabbed her waist to flip her on her belly. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and wrapped it around his wrist. He yanked bringing her up on her knees. He entered her roughly, and Vidalia gasped. He pounded into her over and over. Vidalia screamed out. He was hurting her, but she loved it. He slapped her ass. She cried out. "That's it, Angel. Give in."
Vidalia couldn't help it. He felt so good inside her. She couldn't stop herself. "Fuck, Zarbon, more!"
He grinned, "Greedy girl." He picked up his pace and pounded her harder. He was close. Her body was perfect. Her pussy was so wet for him. She was perfect. He yanked her hair again, making her lift up and press against him. He wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed. "Come for me again, Angel." That was her undoing and another release pulsed from her core and through her body. He let out a primal growl as he found his own release filling her up. Vidalia's head rested on his shoulder. He bit her earlobe gently and purred, "See, that wasn't so bad. Was it?" Vidalia was angry. Angry at herself. At her body. She came for Zarbon. Her body had betrayed her again. And she had enjoyed it. Zarbon pulled out of her and shoved her down on the bed. He got off the bed, picked up her robe, and tossed it at her. He picked up his pants and walked out of the room.
Vidalia scrambled off the bed and ran out of the room throwing on the robe.
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