Chapter 10

Kakarotto sat on the floor of the kitchen cellar in the Royal Science and Technology Division eating his food in a rapid pace. Across from him sitting quietly was Chi-chi, watching him with a contented smile on her face. They had been meeting like this for a little over a month. Both had agreed that they would like to meet again during their first meeting, but since Chi-chi could get into trouble if she associated herself too much with one Saiya-jin, they decided to meet in secret. And both enjoyed the time they had together.

The cellar’s light was dim and the food was packed tightly in rows along the wall. The only noise was the slurping and chewing noises that were coming from the eating Saiya-jin. Chi-chi didn’t mind though. She knew her companion well enough to know if he didn’t inhale his food, then is wasn’t good. Chi-chi had always been in love with the idea of being in love and married. But her dreams were squashed when she was made a slave here, on Vegeta-sei. She didn’t know any one other then Goku that was from Chikyuu, she was always been saddened by the fact she didn’t end up with Bulma, working together. She missed her friend. Though she wasn’t treated too badly, Chi-chi was alone. No one made friends with slaves, and other slaves, though they were nice to her, they always kept their distance. Now she had Goku, who loved her food and promised her to marry her, though he had said it in an odd way.

Kakarotto loved coming here to be with Chi-chi, he loved her cooking and she was nice, for the most part. She understood him in a way, and he felt satisfied with that. Kakarotto hated the fact he had to sneak around like this, but to have her food, to would sacrifice anything. Actually he wanted to take her home. He hated the way they treated her and he hated the fact she had to wear those ugly slave robes. She had told him she was a warrior princess back home and he thought a warrior didn’t deserve this fate. He had made up his mind to kidnap her and hide her away…to always protect her and her cooking abilities. But he wanted her approval first, he didn’t want to hurt her and make her do something she didn’t want to do. He finished his meal and patted his stomach.

“OH wow, that was really good, my stomach is happy!”

“Glad you like it.”

“I always love your food.”

“I have been cooking for a long time.”

“Do you like to cook?”

“I suppose, though I rather cook as a wife for my husband then for a crowd of smelly Saiya-jins.”

“Wife…? What’s that?” Kakarotto, even though he knew the Chikyuu-jin language, he still didn’t know the most simplest of words.

“Well, it has to do with that marriage thing you promised me.”

“Oh, yeah, that reminds me…um,” his words became a whisper as he leaned closer to Chi-chi, “Do you want to make that ‘marriage’ at my domicile? But if I take you there, you can’t come back…and you’ll have to stay inside. I just want you to cook there for me all the time.”

Chi-chi’s smile grew brighter and she leaned in closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck while he took on a confused and troubled countenance. “Then let me show you what marriage is all about.”

Kakarotto struggled, though he didn’t put much effort in it, he liked the idea of her showing him about marriage, but was uncomfortable with her closeness. “Hey, don’t cling to me!”

“This is what marriage is all about.”

“What!?” Kakarotto was now more confused then ever. Chi-chi leaned in even more closer, wrapping her arms around him tighter. She smiled wider then, as he began to blush. She had been unlucky once, before the decree, she had gained the attention of a handsome, but cruel Saiya-jin. She had lost her virginity to him, unwillingly, but after it was over, she never saw him again. Chi-chi had a feeling she knew why he was blushing. She decided to kiss him then. The kiss tasted like the food she had cooked him but it felt good, better then her last time. It was obvious that it was Goku’s first kiss, as his lips were unmoving and his actions were sloppy. He pulled away immediately, confused and embarrassed.

“Hey! What are you doing?”

Chi-chi chuckled, she was nervous though, “What married couples do, I promise after this, you can take me home and I’ll always cook for you.”

“Couples? Is marriage like…um, uh… joining?”

“I suppose. I thought you knew.”

“Well, I thought it was food. But a promise is a promise…oh, no, the Prince’s decree…we could get into trouble!”

“No one will know.”

“But-” Chi-chi cut him off with another kiss. Kakarotto was starting to like how the kiss felt, plus he promised Chi-chi, so he gave in, he wanted her home anyway, but he couldn‘t help his shaking, he had no idea what to do. He had always heard the others talk about women and kissing and other things, but he never paid any attention to them, but now he understood why they talked about it so much, it felt good, like eating a sweet dish. He never heard the Prince talk about it though. A thought popped into his head at that moment. He broke the kiss again.

“Are we going…what they, the other soldiers,…um…ah…-” Chi-chi cut him off yet again with a kiss, but this time with more passion. It didn’t take long for Kakarotto’s mind to go blank. Chi-chi then pressed her body to his, closing the gap between them. With his mind blank, and only instincts guiding him, Kakarotto wrapped his arms around her body, holding her as tight as he could. After a few sweet moments, Kakarotto laid back, allowing Chi-chi lay on top of him, continuing her kisses. His arms felt stiff, so he allowed them to move, and as his hand touched her rear cheek, her hands started to move as well. She played with his hair, then stroked his skin on his face. After the heat started to rise in the little cellar, Chi-chi began to trail her kisses down his neck, and Kakarotto, letting the moment move him, started to kiss her face softly.

The temperature grew hotter and Chi-chi removed her slave robes to reveal old tattered clothes, but Kakarotto didn’t notice, his eyes were shut tight. His hand started to move down her thigh, and her kisses turned back to his mouth. But her hands were now on his chest, feeling for his heart beat. He noticed his armor was in the way, so Kakarotto removed them. His mind, still blank, but was now curious, so he moved his hand from her thigh to the place in-between. As he touched her, she let out a soft moan of desire. Immediately he withdrew his hand and looked at her.

“Are you ok, did I hurt you?”

Chi-chi shook her head ‘no’ and he closed his eyes once again. Chi-chi then decided to allow herself more freedom with her hands. She trailed her finger, as she trailed her kisses, downward. Once she was there at his pulsing member, she gently tugged his tight fighting pants down to reveal him. She then started to kiss his tip softly, holding him with her hands. As she worked her way down his shaft, he let out a moan and whimper. Chi-chi then took his member into her mouth and started sucking and thrusting her mouth in a slow rhythm. Kakarotto never, in his life, had felt something so good, he did not know what to think, but then again his mind was still blank. When he knew he couldn’t take it any longer, he grabbed her shoulders and forced both of them into a sitting procession. He looked at her with such intensity, confusion and desire, Chi-chi had not idea if he was displeased with her. Then he looked at her so gently and caringly she felt tears forming in her eyes. He took his hand and slowly removed her tattered clothes until she was fully naked. Both blushed slightly, but Kakarotto turned red as he removed the rest of his attire.

It was too hot in the cellar for clothes, but move importantly, Kakarotto felt his instincts tell him this simple fact, they didn’t need clothes right now. He then leaned in to Chi-chi, kissing her and fondling her breast. After a moment they found each other on the floor again, but this time Chi-chi had her back to the floor. Then they forgot everything. Kakarotto brought his hips closer to her wet entrance, her legs apart in welcome, and with careful slowness, entered her. She gave out a half moan, then wrapped her arms around him. At first he was slow, but as the pleasure mounted, his trusts became faster and faster. Chi-chi cried out his Chikyuu-jin name, careless if anyone heard her, pleasure sweeping through her body from her breast to her toes. As it became too much for him, Kakarotto let out another moan, louder this time, and he came, spilling his seed into her. His rhythm slowed, then stopped, and he laid on top of her, with his elbows supporting his upper body so he didn’t crush her. Kakarotto, unsure of what just happened, simply stared into Chi-chi eyes and she did the same. And they stayed like that for what seemed like eternity until Chi-chi smiled as bright as she could.

“Let’s go home.” She said as she felt joy spread through her whole soul.

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Vegeta slashed the air, anger boiling the top of his skin, rage pouring out from his body. He was alone in his training room, floating in the air. He had spent every night for the last two weeks in there, trying to rid his system of the woman he loved. Prideful he was, arrogant he was most definitely, but he was no fool, not an idiot. He knew he was in love with the slave, with her blue hair, her blue eyes, and her tempered understanding. He hated the fact he wasn’t with her now, in her garden, listening to the noise she made when training. But she would not accept him, no, it didn’t matter that he could have her killed, that he was a Prince, or even that he was the strongest Saiya-jin. Bulma hated him for destroying her planet and could not see past that.

Vegeta did a flip in the air then kicked. Again, all he could feel was anger because he felt her even now, her sad thoughts, her betrayed emotions, they were coming to him unbidden, with a force of despair. He hated it, he despised it, no matter what he did, he could not rid himself of her. He would think of her throughout the day, leaving him a foul mood that was even commented on by his father. He could hear her thoughts at night, during the time they would usually spend together, and it drove him mad. When he was asleep, he would dream of her. Vegeta had no rest or reprieve from his bonded. The worst part of it all, was he had tasted her lips before everything fell apart. His first and only kiss, his first and only desire, gone before he had a chance to savor it.

Vegeta thought that fate had actually been kind to him when they sent him Bulma, but now he knew for sure they were cruel. The gods, the fates, had damned him for all his misdeeds. His rebellion was the only thing now that brought him any hope, and any future, though he couldn’t really imagine a future without the Bulma. Freeza would be coming in less then five months now and then he might not have a future. Even if he returned he would be forced to marry the ugly bitch Yasai. He would never touch her, once he was king, he would kill her. Then he would be alone…all alone…I am truly alone…her voice was so soft, at least he knew he wouldn’t be alone in his loneliness.

Vegeta then stopped all movement. He slowly drifted to the floor, lost in thought. He could hear her, he couldn’t put up his barrier anymore…no…it didn’t want to put up his barrier. He hadn’t even tried to do so even once during these last two weeks. He still wanted her. He didn’t care that she didn’t accept him, he was the Prince, he always got what he wanted. And he would not have Yasai, if he couldn’t have Bulma, then he would have no one else. But he would have her. He vowed to himself, he would always have her, whiter she hated him or not, whiter she accepted him or not, whiter she was willing or not, he would have her in every way.

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Bulma sat, alone, on the grass, during the night, very much feeling like she was falling. She hadn’t trained since that night two weeks ago. She hadn’t worked on any of her inventions. She hadn’t really done anything these last two weeks except her slave duties. Seripa, who had been pleased with her since Vegeta had came into her life, now snapped at her for her aloofness. Chili had been cruel lately, making her do two other slave’s duties, allowing them ‘free time’ with some lustful Saiya-jins. She had no time to do anything anymore, she was just too tired, too unwilling to do anything. Bulma hurt too much to care. She could care less that Goku never visited her anymore, that Seripa was woefully disappointed in her, and that the look Chili has been giving her lately could mean serious trouble.

Bulma’s thoughts were solely one person, Vegeta. Now she knew his name, now she knew who he was. Now she knew why he had kept his name a secret from her. She had accepted him once, without his name, but what was different now? She kept asking herself that question and she kept answering, he destroyed Chikyuu. He had caused her all this pain, he was the center of her suffering. Her heart knew no doubt, she could not accept him, she could not allow herself to betray her own emotions. But she was betraying them now as well. It wasn’t just the fact he destroyed Chikyuu, but the fact that Goku had said he loved a Chikyuu-jin, that hurt her the most. The man before her loved another. She was just a play thing to him. But why did he just spend every night of the last seven months with you? Bulma shut her eyes, the thought was too painful, that maybe he really did care for her, that maybe his past lover had forsaken him, that perhaps the man had a heart. Bulma just scoffed it off, he just had a thing for Chikyuu-jins and he was the man that destroyed Chikyuu. She could not forget that he was the man behind everything. He was the man the separated her from her family, her home, and even her own species. And he was the man she loved. Bulma, who had not cried in six years, now had tears streaming down her face. She watched the tears fall to her lap, disbelieving. She could not love, she was a slave, she was denied love. No, she loved, and betrayed her own beliefs with that love, and she fought her heart. She knew she accepted Vegeta for who he was, the bastard that killed her people and destroyed her home world, but she didn’t want to accept her love for him. Her despair and misery came over her and she felt the tears flowing faster down her face. She couldn’t acknowledge her love for him, if she did, she couldn’t believe in herself. She brought her hands to her face and cried as hard as she could.

Darkness surrounded him with glee. He loved the darkness, it made him feel safe. But now, he couldn’t escape the uneasy feeling that was surrounding him. The stars were looking at him, accusing him of the worst evil of them all, and the bushes and odd collection of trees covered him with hate, so no one could see him or his sins. And Vegeta felt sinful. There, across from him, on the grass, was his bonded, crying. He felt disgusted at her display of emotions and udder weakness. At the same time he felt pity for her, and motivation to ease her suffering. But when he heard his name on her thoughts he knew he could do not help her, he knew he was the cause of her tears.

After much deliberation, Vegeta had finally decided to go back to the garden. He wanted to see her and he wanted to be close to her. He knew he would have to stay in the shadows, but he had no idea when he saw her, he would see what a broken heart would look like. She looked lifeless, much like how he felt, and he was glad she felt that way, if only for a moment.

It was the first time he ever spied on her like this, and it felt ridicules. How he wanted to go to her right now and shake her out of her misery. Her sobs were soft, he could hardly hear them, and it caused him to want to go to her even more. His anger rose from those thoughts, she had denied him, she had refused him, she deserves the pain. The only thing that kept them chained together was that damned bond, forged by the gods to curse them both. He would have her and that was that. He would feel nothing, he would know no love for her. He would have her to satisfy the bond and become the Legendary, then he could rid himself of her. He would get rid of her then to get rid of the hurt that was growing in his heart.

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Bulma and Chili were doing a staring contest. Not for fun, not because they were now cordial to each other, but because Chili was giving her more duties and she was getting feed up with everything. During the morning, when Bulma finished serving the twenty eight Saiya-jins, Chili had come to her and informed her he wanted her to clean the mess hall and underwater faculties as well. When he had asked her about her other duties she just stared at him, like she was doing now. They were in the main hall of the barracks, and Bulma had finished almost all of her duties. And now Chili had just informed her to clean the two hundred armor pieces. It was almost dark, with all her extra duties, she might not get to sleep tonight. She was exhausted, from Vegeta and from life. So she stared at Chili with exact look of pure hatred coming from his eyes, she knew it to be foolish, but, right now, she cared less.

“Well? Have you done everything yet so you can get on those armor pieces?…Well, answer me, slave.”

“Its Bulma.”

“What?”

“My name, it’s Bulma, and for the last time, please call me by it.”

“I will call you by anything I wish, slave, for I am your MASTER! Now answer me, or do you want a sound beating as well?”

“I haven’t finished with the underwater faculties nor the vases yet.”

“Why have you been so slow, slave? Normally your fast in your work.”

“Maybe I realize that there is no point in free time”

“You’re slave, work is all you live for, its better for you to realize that. Now get to work, tomorrow maybe I’ll feed you, but if you don’t finish by to night, then perhaps I won’t.”

“Fine, Master.” Then she went back to work while he gloated with the fact she was breaking, and he almost skipped down the hall.

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Vegeta waited in the shadows with a growing uneasy feeling. She was late, though he shouldn’t care, she wasn’t suppose to meet with him anymore anyway. He had come again tonight, making an excuse for himself that it was out of habit. He knew he wanted to see her again and it was driving him insane. He missed her absent minded touches, her calming presence, her fire and her eyes on him. And he hated her for causing him to be like this. He hated her for making him wait for almost five hours, out in a garden, that was for the third class barracks, in cold shadows that reminded him of his hate. He hated her for causing him emotions that were new and unwelcome. He hated the fact she could accept him as a nobody, but deny him as the Prince. He hated that fact she had once given him looks of longing, that she had once kissed him.

He heard Bulma then, coming from the barracks, walking in staggering pace. Bulma looked tremendously tired, but she seemed to walk to the garden as if it was her lasso on life. He watched her with narrowed, calculating eyes. Her Master must have been treating her worse then normal since the night he killed Nappa. He had seen the guards come from above, after he flew off, and he had seen Bulma run for the barracks. Vegeta knew if the guards had found her they would have killed her on the spot, so he stayed for a moment to make sure that she escaped successfully. Her Master must have had a hand in bringing Nappa there that night. He vowed then that he would kill her Master when the chance arose.

Vegeta snapped out of his thoughts when he saw her make half hearted attempts to train. Bulma was too tired to train, and obviously had no power to do so adeptly. He smirked at her failed attempts to do a simple punch. She continued with the pointless training for a couple minutes then sunk to the ground, beaten by her own body. Vegeta could feel her hate and anger coming from her to match his own. He knew she hated him and her Master…and it seemed she hated herself as well. Then Bulma closed her eyes and fell, passed out in exhaustion, to the ground. Vegeta blinked at her plain mistake to come out here and try to train. If she did not return to the slave chambers by morning it might cost her to lose her life.

“Humph, why should I care.” Vegeta went to leave then, about to jump into the air when he stopped.

Vegeta looked at her again, then walked to her side. Bulma was out cold and would most likely sleep for a couple of hours no matter what was going on around her. Her face looked peaceful and he was pulled towards it. He knelt down to look at her closer and felt the calm he would always feel when he was close to her. If he left her here, she could die, then he would never have her, he would never conquer her, and fulfill his desires. Her breathing was soft and even, but her body was shaking. She was over worked and it was slowly killing her. She would die, one way or another, if she stayed here. Vegeta knew he had to do something and soon. He lifted her up in his arms and made his way for the slave chambers. It was well past midnight, so no one would see him put a slave to bed. And that’s exactly what he did, but leaving her there was oddly hard.

********** (4 months later)

Every night was the same, every night was agony. Bulma had no will to go on anymore but she did so out of routine and fact she was secretly scared of death. Everyday seemed worse and even at night, there was nothing to sooth her physically and emotional aches. Her feelings about Vegeta weren’t clear to her anymore then they were four months ago. She had not seen nor heard from Vegeta in these past months, either, though she could swear she could feel him at night. That one night she had fallen asleep in the garden then awoken in her bed, oddly turned her stomach cold, though she had a feeling Vegeta had something to do with it, but she was unsure.

Her duties had grown hectic lately. She heard from Seripa that someone important would be arriving shortly, in only a few short weeks. And that was the last time Seripa had talked to her. Bulma felt her heart tighten at the thought of Seripa and their last conversation;

Bulma had been beaten for Seripa’s request. She had not seen Seripa since then. Goku arrived a few days ago to say goodbye, he was leaving for a mission, but she had almost completely ignored him. He left, leaving her food, that had tasted very similar to Chikyuu-jin food, with a disappointed look on his face. She didn’t care. Bulma knew her body wouldn’t be able to handle hardly anymore slave duties. She was going to give out soon. So at night she sat and worked on her inventions, like she was doing at the moment, and she had forgone training altogether. She had lost almost all hope, except in her last invention; her invisible cloak wrist watch.

Vegeta ‘s nights were the same, every night was agony to him. Every night he would watch her and think and desire and hate. He would leave for Freeza soon, and he would soon be regretting each and every one of these nights for the past four months. He should have just taken her when his desires became an intense agony that followed him where ever he went. Yet he held back, his own reasons unbeknownst to even himself. He hated her and he loved her, he wanted her, yet he wanted to rid himself of her. He smirked in the shadows, he also knew she felt oddly the same way. That his torment was her torment brought him closer to her, allowing his emotions to grow stronger, so both the love and the hate almost brought him equal pleasure.

Vegeta noticed that Bulma was growing weaker as well, her life seemed to be slowly flowing out of her. He would make his move in a few days. He would take her before he left. He didn’t care if she hated him for it. He would have her as his personal slave. She would be locked up, broken, in his room, giving him his every desire every night until he reached Super Saiya-jin, then he could fed her to some Saiya-jin dogs. His lust for her was all that was left, he told himself that every day, he told himself, he did not care for her, and he would act on his true emotions, which he kept telling himself, was simple heated lust. Vegeta had to keep telling himself that, lest the truth bubbled up from his heart.

When the night was over and they both left the garden, Vegeta decided that he would, in two days time, make Bulma his own personal slave. He would make sure he would have no argument from anyone, and he make sure to keep her for himself. He would let no one touch until he was satisfied. That was until the next night, when another opportunity showed itself to both of them and the real story began.