Chapter 11

Yasai was feeling lustful again. She was a woman that had a large appetite for sex and not just any sex, good sex. Her destined husband though would not provide her with what she desired. Yasai knew that other elites acted too selfishly in bed with her, she had bedded that dead fool Nappa once, which had been a costly mistake. His threats to expose her doings bounded her to do his will and satisfy him. Yasai hated pleasuring a man, but had no objections to a man pleasuring her. She had found out that third class soldiers did it best, they gave and gave until she was exhausted and light headed.

Her training left her feeling needful and the night was approaching the sky with eager hands. The only way to satisfy her longings was to bed yet another third class weakling. Her Prince loathed her and would never touch her, she couldn’t go to him with her wishes, but she loved throwing her betrayal in his face since she knew she had the King’s and the council’s favor. That look on his face brought pleasure to her as well when she flaunted her acts in front of her betrothed and tonight would be a good night to go to the third class barracks, pick her next play thing, and then take him to Palace to show him off to the Prince. But then her face fell into a frown and she tapped her thigh. The Prince had been disappearing at night from the palace for some time now, she could never find him after the sun went down. Yasai hoped he would be here to witness yet again what he was missing.

She smirked at her plans for the coming night. In the back of her mind, she hoped the rage he displayed was out of jealousy and not what people were starting to rumor about. She had heard new rumors being spoke between some disloyal elites regarding the Prince and his preferences. Some say he sneaked out at night to meet with his male lover, others to fulfill beastly fantasies. The Prince was never seen with a woman, never seen in the harem, never seen anywhere with the opposite sex unless it had to do with training. Yasai did want the Prince, and knew that the rumors were dangerous to both her and the Prince. If those rumors spread too far, the King might disown Prince, leaving her without a husband to be. Perhaps the rumors were the cause of the King’s wishes to move up the wedding between her and Vegeta. In the end, though, it didn’t matter to her. All she wanted was power and pleasure, if the Prince wouldn’t give it to her, then she could always get it someplace else.

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Zarbon bowed before Freeza, who was hidden in shadows and staring at the moving stars in the port window of his chambers. For almost the last year the Cold empire had to deal with a formidable opponent and that had caused both himself and his Emperor to be worn out . When he stood, he could see the angry glint in his Master’s eyes carefully shining through the darkness. It had always been Freeza’s dream to have power over all the five galaxies, to weld ultimate power, but those dreams had been put on hold for the time being, now they had to go to Vegeta-sei, the planet Freeza had been close to eliminating more then once, to pick up the Monkey Prince as part of their deal with those three devils. And then after they were done with him, Vegeta-sei could finally be destroyed. They had to sacrifice much during the last year, but they knew they could rebuild once they got rid of both the Saiya-jins and the three new guest they had with them.

“You called for me, your Greatness?”

“How much longer till we reach that savage planet?”

“11 days, your grace.”

“After we pick up the Monkey, we will proceed to Wakusei Godan.”

“Yes sire.” With that Zarbon bowed and left his lord alone.

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Vegeta cursed himself foolish. He knew he should have acted sooner yet he delayed his decision for four months. Tomorrow Bulma would be picked up by the Royal guards, cleaned and then brought to his chambers, but by the looks of her now, even by then she would be just a shell of her former self. He knew she was being worked to death, but he believed she could handle it, he believed she was stronger then this. But now he was looking at her sitting on the grass with an absent look on her face. She looked devoid of emotion, thin, and bruised. His own inaction had caused this and anger coursed through him, that he would be deprived of what he wanted most, the girl he had trained and spent time with, not the broken slave before him. Vegeta continued to watch, though, he still wanted her, no matter what, she was still his bonded.

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Bulma knew, she knew that stars were just balls of gases, that even her star of Chikyuu was just light, that everything around her was made of some kind of natural material. But slaves were not natural material. Chili was winning, Bulma was starting to not care about herself or her future anymore. Vegeta had taken something from her that night he killed Nappa, and it had zapped her of energy. Bulma knew she was going to die, and die as a slave, another Chikyuu-jin grudge to put upon Vegeta’s soul. Tonight was the night that she either ran and escaped and died not as a slave, but as a girl trying to survive, or die as a slave trying to escape, and either one of those options sounded better then dieing at the hands of Chili.

Bulma grabbed her capsule from her pocket, clicked the top button and threw it to the ground before her. It was done, her invention, her little wrist watch to cloak herself and make herself invisible. Tonight she would wear it and run and see where her legs would take her. Once the smoke was cleared away from the metal box, she opened it, sliding the lid to the ground. Then she slowly took out each and every one of her worldly processions and counted them. Her light and audio/visual invention, her tools, her book, her old clothes from Chikyuu that were now just rags, and five other capsules. Her alarm was in her ear, and she still wore her training suit, though now she doubted she would ever train again. Everything was there, but her heart. Even though she would escape, it meant nothing at all expect she wouldn’t be a slave and now that seemed petty to her now. She could never have her heart again. It has been taken by the devil. She grabbed one of the five capsules and opened that one as well. When the smoked cleared yet again, before her was her invention that would be her means of escape. She slowly picked it up and held it in her hands. Now she would be gone, now she would run and never look back. She could never look back to the place were her heart was being kept. After she would cloaked herself, she would make her way to the third class pod bay. Once she was at a pod, she would launch herself off to either destruction or another planet. Bulma put her invention on and then went to repack her metal box. She slowly placed her things inside the box as if she was forestalling her upcoming escape. In her mind, she could only hear one voice, once a bright hope to her, now a reminder of her emptiness.

As Vegeta’s voice continually played in her mind, she went to pick up the last invention that was still not in the box, her first invention, the light and audio/visual device. Once she had it in her hands but right before she put it in her box she heard rustling in the bushes, she looked up only to find her garden empty. Before she could look back she heard the rustling of the bushes again, but this time closer and this time she heard what seemed to be a female giggling. Abruptly a pair of Saiya-jins burst out of the bushes, giggling and holding each other in an intimate embrace, right in front of Bulma. Without thinking, only with instincts taking over, Bulma rushed into nearby bushes, hiding herself from their obviously distracted eyes. As she stumbled in to the bushes, Bulma accidentally activated the recording element to her device. Once she lowered herself to the ground, nervous and scared, Bulma noticed her actions and something within her told her to continue recording the two before her. Bulma watched along with her device, hoping her intuitions hadn’t led her astray.

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Vegeta watched distastefully as his moment watching his bonded was ruined by non other then Yasai. He was disgusted by her display of lust towards the third class fool she had her claws around. He had wanted to leave the moment he sensed her coming with her new toy but stopped when Bulma ran into the bushes, positioning herself on the ground almost within a foot from him. She had not noticed his presence yet or his proximity to her. With her close to him, he decided to wait and allow her closeness to fill him yet again with that lost feeling of content. His anger towards her remained the same, but so did his desires, he wanted her closer. Then his gaze turned from her towards her device in her hand. Vegeta noticed that the device was her recording invention, he recognized it from the time she explained all of her creations to him, and the fact she was recording Yasai’s actions with it. If she continued recording his accursed betrothed and the third class idiot, then he may have found another way to finally have her in a way he never thought possible.

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Yasai was loving her evening. She had her arms around a very dumb third class soldier that only thought of sex and fighting. When she had arrived at the barracks, her pick in men had been small, most were preparing for Freeza and this one was in the mess hall, filling his gut with meat and alcohol. When he saw her, he recognized her immediately and did everything she said. When they went and fucked in the corner, away from prying eyes, she had been overly satisfied, and when she instructed him to come with her to the palace, on the way there she had the urge to fuck again, but the only place was the garden. And that’s how she arrived here, in a garden that almost rivaled the palace’s. Her kisses including biting which he didn’t seem to mind. Just the fact he was making out with the next Queen was enough for him, that he was sharing the same woman as the Prince was enough for him to do anything she asked for.

“Oh, you’re so much better then the Prince.”

“Really?”

“Oh, yes, he isn’t as big or passionate as you.” She lied, she had never even seen the Prince nude nor had they slept together.

“Then I will make you see that I am better then the Prince.”

I just said that you dolt, Yasai wanted to scream at him for his absent mindedness, but it would have ruined his mood.

They had come to a spot in the garden rather aimlessly, only worrying about the area’s seclusion. Yasai kept her arms around him as his hands reached under her armor and suit and jewels she wore because of her status. When he slid his finger into her wet opening she let the comment slip from her mind. With her eagerness, she tore off her cloths in a desperate rush of lust. The man that was beside her though hardly paid attention to the fact. He continued to work his finger within her, and his mouth made its way over her breast. He then finally went down on his knees, trailing his tongue down her stomach, taking his finger out from within. She kept her hands in his hair, with her head slightly tilted back in pleasure. The man kneeling in front of her then brought his mouth to her entrance, slowly sticking his tongue out and messaging her outer reigns. Yasai let out a soft cry and mumbled something incoherent. After stroking her with his tongue, he roughly plunged his soft appendage into her, licking and tasting, feeling her from within. Yasai’s voice became louder and louder until she let a sigh and he felt her wetness spread into his mouth and on to his face. He then brought his hands up to fondle her breasts right before he stood up.

Again with his tongue, he started licking her face and neck, slowly sucking on her skin here and there. After another moment of sucking, finally he took off his clothes, and picked her up off her feet. Immediately she wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing for maximum closeness. Her tail wrapped around his thigh, while his tail slowly caressed her womanhood, allowing her continued wetness to mingle with his fur. His strong arms held her up while his hands grabbed her behind, clenching it with his the force of his desire. Slowly he moved her to allow his member to slid within her, letting his tail swing back and forth behind him. He then used his hands and arms to create a rhythm, while they both now tilted their heads back in gratification.

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Both Vegeta and Bulma, who were watching the two before them ravage each other in lust, felt disgust, Vegeta because it was Yasai that was involved, and Bulma’s distaste came from they fact they were both very displeasing to the eye. Hearing both moan, grunt, and scream as they continued with their dance of ecstasy, made them feel uncomfortable. Yet within their disgust and discomfort, they both felt a certain longing for the scene to change it’s players, having instead of a male and female Saiya-jin, a female Chikyuu-jin with blue hair, and a Saiya-jin Prince. They continued to watch for what seemed like a long time, with Bulma unaware of the company that was beside her, watching her more then the lovers. After the two Saiya-jins finished their dirty dancing, and after they collected their things and jumped into the sky, the wind from their flight blowing the bushes and leaf about, Bulma jumped from her hiding place. She was grateful they had not noticed her metal box, or any other sign of her being here, and pressed the deactivation switch on her recording device.

Vegeta watched as Bulma stood a few feet away from him, seemingly staring at her invention that was in her hands. He kept his arms tightly folded across his chest, he didn’t like the emotions that were coming from her. He felt disapproval coming off her in tremendous waves and regret. He was no fool, he could tell by her emotions that she was thinking of erasing the recordings, because they would serve no purpose to her, for she was a slave, and nothing more. That wasn’t true to him, it would serve a purpose, and she was, most defiantly, not just a slave to him. His anger towards her rose, that she would continue in denial and weakness, he could not, would not allow her to erase the footage. He stepped away from the shadows, and into their old garden, willing his steps to be silent. He walked up behind her, allowing time to take in her closeness, then before she could turn around, before she could see him, he hit her on the side of the neck with the side of his hand, knocking her out completely. As she and the device fell towards the ground, he grabbed both, holding her close to him with his arm and holding the device carefully with his other hand. The recording was something that was valuable to both himself and the woman in his embrace. With it he could accomplish much, and free both her and himself from the ugly fate that was coming to them because of their past actions. Vegeta wanted to change that fate, and with the device he held, it was very possible, because he knew, if he made her into his pleasure slave, his personal slave, he would lose her in a way he could never forgive himself for, and she would be damned forever, living a life and having a death that was worse then just slavery.

Vegeta took her to her stone bed in the slave chambers, laying her down carefully. He stayed beside her, not wanting to leave, but then left before he got lost yet again just looking at her. He would now put the device to a real use and change their future, hopefully for the better.

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Yasai had woken from her peaceful slumber, satisfied from yesterdays activities. She was disappointed that Prince Vegeta was yet again missing from the Palace last night, but was soon pleased to find that she was wanted for an audience with both the King and Prince. Unusual as that may be, Yasai could only think that it meant more good news for her future with the young, handsome Prince. She dressed in her armor, jewels and royal attire befitting her rank of would be Princess, and made way for the Kings Audience Chamber, smiling to herself, daydreaming about how she would get into the Prince’s pants and then another’s, to fulfill her ultimate desires, and to have ultimate power. When Yasai made it to the doors that would led to both the King and Prince, the guards gave her both a look of hate and lust, eyeing her with distrust. She thought it was odd, but when they opened the doors, she thought nothing more of it until she finally made her way into the Chamber. Not only was the Prince beside the King with a look of utter triumph, but the whole royal council was there as well. Every member and the King looked at her with abhorrence, and when her eyes finally made it’s way to the third class fool she bedded last night, dead on the floor ahead of her, she knew what was coming, and she wanted to run, unfortunately she knew she could not. She may be stronger then one council member by him or herself, but not against all of them and she was no where near the strength of the King and Prince. Then the King spoke, loud, his voice reverberating off the walls.

“You must know why I had called you here, the look on your face is unbecoming for a Saiya-jin.”

“Yes, I know.” Yasai could hardly believe her calm voice.

“Then you know death only awaits your future.”

“But may I ask, what proof do you have besides the confession of one dead third class fool?”

“Simple, a recording was discovered by my son, and checked for viability by the Science and Technology Division. When it came back positive, I had both the third class traitor and the council members come before us and watch footage. When the soldier confessed, that was all the proof we needed.”

“But it is-”Yasai was cut off by the command of the King.

“Silence traitor! When my son came to me those dozens times, I did not believe an elite, who was in your position, would stoop so low and whore herself to the whole third class barracks. Now I know better and must publicly apologize to my heir.” He turned to his son, the King’s anger was clear to everyone in the room, “For my apology, not only do I denounce her as your future wife and will let you choose your future bride, but I will allow you to choose her method of death.” When he turned back to Yasai, the King’s eyes narrowed, and stared at her with hate. “I trusted you, Yasai, I looked at you favorably, as did the whole council, but now we know better.”

Prince Vegeta stepped forwarded, his smirk turning almost turning into a smile, “I will not lower myself to kill such a useless bug within our Royal home, let her rot in the dungeons, cut off her tail, her tongue, and her hands and then let her bleed to death.”

“So be it, Vegeta.” The king then mentioned to the guards to haul her away. Once they grabbed her arms she hardly fought, only wriggling her way out their grip, and then followed them, holding her head high as she walked to her death, silent knowing any words she spoke could worsen her sentence. Vegeta then turned to his father, keeping his face emotionless.

“I wish to reward the person who discovered the traitor and recorded the action.”

“Yes fine, reward that person as you choose fit, I have much bigger fish to fry before Lord Freeza arrives.”

“Humph.” Vegeta turned to leave then, he didn’t want to hear about Freeza, but the King spoke up and he turned to face his face once again..

“Brat, listen to me before you go, now that I am letting you choose your bride, choose wisely, she must be strong and she must be an elite Saiya-jin, or you will alienate the council and your people. Not only that but you will endanger her as well if she is not fit, causing all of us headaches, so choose wisely and emotionlessly.”

The Prince scowled, then turned away from the King, loudly proclaiming to everyone in the room as he made his way out, “Once I am the legendary, I will choose who ever I so desire and no one will question me or their loyalty to me. I will have enough power to rule all five galaxies.” And then he was gone.

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Bulma slowly, and absentmindedly cleaned more armor pieces, her eyes not even focused on her work. It was night already and she was tired. Last night had been a failure, she was going to escape, when she suddenly had company, and then before she could do anything else, she was knocked out. Last night, before she went blank, she could almost feel Vegeta again and his emotions. When she woke up and found herself in bed, she could almost guess that it had been him, but her device she was last holding was missing. She thought perhaps she had been robbed, but the robber, instead of killing her, just knocked her out and she made her way back to the slave chambers somehow. Bulma couldn’t remember, nor could she guess. She still had her wrist cloak on, but she was reluctant to use it, her doubt was coming back to her, causing her emotions to become spilt and her resolve to care was slowly fading away even more. If only her heart was not missing, if only she was not a traitor to her people and planet, if only she did not love Vegeta. To love and accept him was going against her core beliefs, she knew she was in love with him, but if she did accept him, then her own betrayal to herself would be complete. It didn’t matter anymore, she was never going to see him again, even if she let herself accept him and go against years of reasoning, it would amount to nothing, he would never forgive her and most likely he had another lover, another Chikyuu-jin. And she probably accepted him, Bulma had lost.

“Slave, aren’t you finished with those armor pieces yet?” Chili seemed to have come out of nowhere.

“No.”

“Perhaps if you were faster and not so aloof you would finish it faster.”

“I don’t care.”

“What?” Chili hissed, then lunged and grabbed her arm, pulling her closer to him. She dropped her work on the floor at his feet and refused to look at him, her mind still not focused on anything else but her thoughts. “What did you say, slave?”

When he called her slave, she snapped, and rolled her eyes to meet with his four red ones, and she let all her rage, disgust, and bitterness pour into her gaze. “I said, you ass wipe, evil son of a bitch, that I DO NOT CARE! SO fuck OFF!”

Chili’s normal orange skin turned an unhealthy shade of red and his grip on her tightened to the point Bulma faded in and out for a moment. Chili’s red eyes seemed to become an even deeper red, veins growing in the corners of them. Bulma didn’t care that now he was enraged, that all he saw was red, and that he would kill her. She didn’t care, no instead she smirked, causing him to growl. Chili then grabbed her hair and slammed her to the floor. She still smirked, but this time Chili did not see, instead he started to drag her to his chambers by the hair. She continued to smirk, she knew what was coming, and she knew she was going to fight back.

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Bulma had fought back, if only at the beginning, and Bulma did survive his enraged beatings. She laughed at her success. She was going to die though, she knew it, she could feel it. Once he had beaten her to the brink of death, he had left her alone for just a moment, and then she turned on her cloak. When he came back and saw her missing, he went on a mad search. That’s when she used the that last of her energy to crawl, leaving a trail of blood, all the way to the garden, her once garden of reprieve. She rested there, gazing at the stars, until she decided to stand and die they only way she could think of, the only way she would allow herself to die. Bulma slowly brought herself to her feet and then thought back to her time with Vegeta and how he would tell her to breathe, and how he told her the proper way to kick. So, after a deep breath, she made slow, repeated, kicks, breathing to keep both the pain and her mind at bay. Bulma knew she would continue to kick until she could kick no more, until she could not hold her body weight any longer. She knew that once that time came and she hit the ground, she would black out, and never see the star of Chikyuu…or Vegeta, again.

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When Bulma didn’t arrive in the garden at her normal time, and a commotion came from the third class barracks, Vegeta decided to investigate. He had walked in the shadows so no one would see him, but it didn’t matter, the slaves where running about and paid no attention to him. The Salve Master seemed to be in a maddened search for a certain slave and Vegeta’s feelings of dread became a desperate and frantic eagerness to see his bonded. Earlier that evening he had felt her pain coming to him, and it angered him, causing him to rush to the garden. But it had been empty. Vegeta walked closer to two slaves standing idly by, he needed to know who they were looking for.

“Bitchy blue haired, doesn’t even know when to die, I swear-”

Vegeta didn’t even hear the rest, he quickly left, heading back to the garden, it was obvious that they were looking for Bulma. He could hardly feel her at the moment and he didn’t like the fact she seemed so far away and hidden. Vegeta kept reaching out for her through their bond, letting that be his only guiding force. He pushed his way passed the bushes, trees and plants that were in the garden and finally came upon her. She was in a new part of the garden, away from every spot visible, and the only part of the garden which flowers bloomed. Her eyes were clouding over and she had not noticed him, even when he was clearly in sight. He could feel her and she was slowly drifting away, her light was slowly dimming. His face faulted, he knew she was dieing, at that moment, the night before she would finally be free. And here she was, training before death, kicking the air like she was kicking away death. Once she fell, she was going to die. Vegeta noticed her blood on the grass. Sudden anger crippled him from action, that someone would do this to his bonded, to his other half enraged him, knowing full well that it was the Slave Master. He was about to blast off to kill the man, when he saw Bulma falter her kick and lifelessly fall towards the ground. He couldn’t believe that she would die, he wouldn’t let it happen.

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Bulma felt it, she felt herself fall and she could do nothing to stop it. Her life would be over now and she would join the rest of her people to heaven, or hell, or wherever they went. She would never see Vegeta again, never kiss his lips again, she would never raise children, she would never live a free life, and it would all be taken from her in just a moment. Oddly she felt warm, not cold like she was told it would feel, and it seem to take forever to fall to the ground. Unexpectedly she felt strong arms wrap around her, holding her away from the ground, away from her fate. She felt the strong heartbeat of her savior as he pulled her closer to his chest, lifting her up by both arms. She went to look at his face, but all she could see was fuzzy and clouded over with shadow. So she let her head rest against the heartbeat, soothing her. That warm feeling wasn’t going away either, it was almost uncomfortable, and it seemed to keep her awake.

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Vegeta held onto his bonded for dear life, giving her his ki through their bond, not allowing her to give up and die, not allowing her to deny him in the most cruelest way. He rushed back to the barracks, kicking down a couple doors in the process until he came to the medical wing. Bardock was the first to greet him, while the others seemed quite shocked at the scene before them. Vegeta pushed past Bardock and went to the nearest regeneration tank and medical officer. He handed over his bonded to the doctor, eyeing him determinately.

“Make sure she is treated properly, she has done a great deed for the Royal house of Vegeta-sei, if she dies, all of you will die.” He turned to Bardock as every single medical officer went behind him to save Bulma, working on her with great care.

“Why are you here?”

Bardock bowed, “I had the impression you wanted this slave alive, so when I heard Chili went a rampage again, a called for the medical staff to wait here while my sons went to look for the her.”

“Oh, then I suppose I won’t rip your arms off for being in my way. Let that ugly Slave Master know that I will have someone come tomorrow to pick the blue haired slave up.”

“Yes, you highness, I will watch over her for the time being.”

“Fine, inform me once she is not in critical condition.” Vegeta then walked out of the medical bay, both relieved and angered. He suspected that Bardock had been there for another reason, perhaps his partner in his rebellion did indeed have powers to see the future. But he could careless about that now, he wanted to kill the Slave Master, but again was held back from doing something so drastic and unbecoming of a Prince simply because he needed to keep his emotions for Bulma hidden, even now. He could not afford that knowledge to be made public before he was Super Saiya-jin, before he could claim her without worry from his people and the council. He needed an out let for his rage, knowing perfectly well what would improve his mood. He quickly made his way to the Palace’s dungeons.

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Yasai was shackled to a wall in the dungeons, her hands gone, her head slopped down in defeat, her tail below her in a poll of her own blood beside her torn tongue. Vegeta looked at her with ease even though her skin was pocketed and torn in pieces, she was barely alive. She didn’t notice him either as he walked back and forth, examining her poor condition with a smirk on his face. He had won, he didn’t have to marry Yasai, instead she would die, her traitorous ways firing back at her. She should have known better, that the bride to be was an almost holy position, that any defilement could mean impurity in the Royal line, and willingly being defiled meant death. Her head slowly rose to look at him, her face emotionless, and her eyes almost swollen shut. She was a traitor to the Royal family, and a lowly whore, she deserved her punishment.

“You caused this on yourself Yasai, hopefully in your next life, you won’t be driven by sex, but then again, you probably hope in your next life to continue your whoring.”

Yasai just groaned, she could not speak, only look at him.

“Let me tell you a secret, you would have never become Queen, I made sure of that, because I already choose another, even before today. A choose a slave to become Queen over you, and when you’re dead, you will know that your status is even below that of a slave.”

Yasai groaned again, but this time louder, Vegeta did nothing but walk way smirking, he was glad he would never have to see her again. Or her tongue, it had freaked him out, when he saw the squirmy thing. He hated slimy, squirmy, wiggly things…he didn’t like them one bit. Now he could just wait for Bardock to inform him of Bulma’s condition.

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Bulma woke feeling very light headed and comfortable. She recognized this feeling from the time she was almost beaten to death by Chili and woke in the medical bay healing room a couple years ago. Bulma then thought for a moment, she had been beaten badly by Chili again, so she should be dead. What was this? She opened her eyes only to find a smiling Chili at her bed side. She was surprised and sat up quickly, looking around. She was in the medical bay again, in the same bed as last time, in a plain white night gown. She couldn’t understand the fact she was alive, or the fact Chili was beside her grinning like an idiot. She tried to remember what happened the night before, but couldn’t remember anything past a warm feeling and strong arms. Bulma started to shake, her thoughts immediately went to Vegeta, her nervous feelings suddenly taking over her body. Did Vegeta save me? Bulma could only get one coherent thought to come across her mind, when Chili’s voice broke the silence and his grin.

“You should thank the Prince for saving you.”

Bulma then stopped shaking and looked at her Master, “What?”

“You should be lucky too that you caught his eye, he will be sending someone for you soon.”

Bulma then grew very still, that could only mean one thing, “What did you say?”

Chili chuckled, his laugh hardly sweet. “It means you have a one way ticket to his harem.”

Before Bulma could reply, Vegeta’s main attendant stepped through the doors of the medical bay followed by two elite guards. Kabba was a respect man, and even well known. That the Prince sent him was a great honor, but the meaning was lost to Bulma as he meant her slavery in the worst form. He looked around then slowly made his way towards the blue haired slave and her Master. The guards kept by the door, keeping their eyes on the blue haired lady. Kabba regally walked towards his commission for the day, keeping his eyes on her as well. When finally he arrived beside Bulma he nodded his head towards her as she scowled at him, her distrust in him apparent. Kabba simply smiled at the girl the Prince spoke so highly of, he had not even once thought this assignment was below him when the Prince told him of the girls deeds. She had rooted out an unholy traitor, she deserved her reward.

“Bulma Briefs?”

“Yes, that me.” She said with a low and menacing voice.

Chili grinned at her, “Say your prayers bitch, this the end for you, once your under the Prince, you’ll be screaming for me to take you back.”

Kabba was appalled that the Slave Master would say something so rude in front of him, suddenly his anger grew, not only did he disrespect him, he disrespected the girl. “Watch it Slave, she is now above you and can order your death or demotion.”

“What?” Both Bulma and Chili exclaimed, that meant she wasn’t a slave any more, which meant she wasn’t going to be a pleasure Slave.

“I am here to take Bulma Briefs to the Royal Science and Technology Diversion and her new Corridors, she will now be a Paid Servant under the Royal House.” Kabba said with a smile on his face.

Bulma didn’t know what to think, she was dumbfounded. She stared at Kabba, disbelieving. That meant she was practically free, that meant she could have a future. She looked at Chili, whose face had fallen, and she turned back to Kabba and winked at him, causing the man to blush.

“Well nice to meet, like I said, I’m Bulma Briefs, And you are?”

“Nice to meet you as well Bulma. My name is Kabba, and I will show you to your new life.”