Chapter 7

Bulma felt wonderful after the training adrenaline kicked in. Her nervous feelings had left her, but a new emotion filled her being: awe. Bulma had no idea where the feeling was coming from, perhaps she felt awe at her training. Bulma then shook her head, no, she was bored with training, not amazed by it. She shrugged the alien emotion aside and continued with her combos.

“What are you doing out here?” A masculine voice filled the air around her and she spun around, making it look like it was a part of her pervious combo. She felt panic course through her. Someone had found her out here. They could very well get her in to serious trouble. Bulma decided to just be herself, maybe she could get out of this without incident, or perhaps without the Saiya-jin before her, that was hiding in shadows, telling Chili.

“That’s non of your business.” Bulma’s voice was filled with relief, finally she could be herself.

Vegeta took a step forward. He was still wearing his cape and hood, hiding his face, and no armor. Perhaps the girl couldn’t see who he was. That she would be so insolent and disrespectful before him was unacceptable, no matter if this girl was his bonded. He could feel her fear and another emotion, perhaps joy, like it was his own and it disturbed him. He would make it known that the girl was in danger.

“It is my business wench, who do you think you are to treat me as such?”

“And who are you, the god of this planet? To me your just another Saiya-jin!”

Vegeta stepped forward again, closer to the girl before him. He would allow her to see his face, to let her know she was messing with the Prince and her very life hung in the balance. When he was in her view, her face did not change, did not so much as twitch. But her emotions held a slight hint of attraction.

When Bulma saw his face, she almost wanted to gasp. The face before her was handsome, almost as if his face was a sculpture of perfect design. He was only a few inches taller then her, but she felt as if he was the tallest man in the world as his presence was all around her. His eyes bore into her with such intensity she felt tingles spread all over her body. She felt more alien emotions wash over her again, desire, hate, anger, and marvel assaulted her senses, making her wonder if the emotions she just felt came from him and not her.

“Now, tell me what are you doing out here!”

“Nothing that would concern you, Saiya-jin.”

“Are you dumb, slave?”

Shit, he knows I’m a slave. Did he just call me dumb? “WHY YOU, how dare you! I’m not the one whose dumb here, obviously you wouldn’t know someone smart if they bit you in the tail, you muscle-bound pea-brained jerk!” Bulma couldn’t even feel her fear as it ate at her mind, she was just too angry.

Vegeta just stood there, looking a little bit perplexed, and a lot pissed. Did his bonded not know he was the Prince? The girl before him was insulting him, he wanted to kill her for it, but she was a slave, how in the world could she have such a spirit. Was she insane? Did she lose her mind? But then he had caught a tiny thought in her mind before her face had turned red… No one calls me dumb!…Instead of blasting her, he chuckled. She had sounded like him and it was quite amusing.

“Then, you do not know who you are talking to.”

“Obviously, if you had listened, you would know, to me your just another…wait a minute, I haven’t seen you before…are you of higher class or something?” Bulma’s face was still looking quite confused with his behavior. He had looked like he was going to kill her one minute then he laughed the next, was this Saiya-jin crazy?

Vegeta smirked, “Perhaps…perhaps I am God, coming to kill you.”

Bulma looked at him with a doubtful frown. “And if you were, I would be dead already.”

Vegeta just exhaled strongly through his nose, “I suppose you have some intelligence.”

“I have more then you know buster!”

“Slave, what are you doing out here, tell me now before I decide to drag you to your master.”

“First off, asshole, Chili is not my Master, second I wasn’t running away. I’m still on the compound.”

Vegeta was getting tired of her not answering his questions. All thoughts of putting her in her place had escaped his mind, though, his only desire at that moment was to learn from her. Being in her presence felt strangely comfortable. Vegeta was still angry and still very much wanted to kill the woman, but she was beautiful. He knew she was bewitching him slowly. So he took a step closer, noticing she smelled like sweat and trash, but was slightly caught off guard by the smell of berries coming form her. She was stilling keeping eye contact. Her fear and uncertainty was made quite clear to him from their bond, but her longing was as well. He decided to circle her, to study her, while keeping his close proximity.

Bulma watched as the Saiya-jin walked around her, looking at her that she was an item up for sale. She hating the feeling of being appraised by someone from a race that forced her into servitude. As suddenly as he circled her, he stopped and walked in front of her, forcing eye contact between the two.

“I saw you. You were training weren’t you?”

Bulma sighed, she was caught. “Yes, I was.”

“And who trained you?”

“No one, I found a book in the trash and studied from it.” Bulma didn’t want to get Seripa in trouble, so she lied.

“You stole it? Like you stole that training suit you wear now?”

“I didn’t steal anything, everything was going to be disposed of, so I took it.”

Vegeta could feel it, she was lying. “You’re lying, tell me now the truth before I decide your not worth my time!”

Bulma swallowed hard, she didn’t want Seripa to be punished for doing something that was obviously against the rules. But now she couldn’t lie. “It was given to me.”

“By whom?”

“Why does that matter?”

“I wish to know it.”

“Someone who I serve.”

“So someone who fucks you?”

Bulma then gasped, how dear he! “Of course not, I am not a whore, you pig!”

“Then who?”

“Will she be in trouble?”

“That is for me to decide.”

“Then I won’t tell you.”

“Loyalty only gets you so far, then your dead, tell me.”

“No!”

Vegeta quickly separated the distance between him and his bonded, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to him very roughly, looking into her eyes with searing rage. Even with his gloves on, touching her left him feeling dizzy and unsure. He didn’t feel in control anymore, he had finally lost control of everything. Bulma just looked at him in shock, her arm was in pain but his touch had left her feeling light, and planted a seed of deadly desire.

“Fine.” Vegeta let her go just as rough. “You’re form is still too rough.”

“Huh?” Bulma didn’t understand him, where had that come from?

“You heard me, your form, when training, is still too rough. You need to perfect it.”

“I’ve studied the whole book, I can’t learn anything more from it.”

Vegeta then looked away from her to a small pile of things off to the side. There was a old book, looking very much like it was going to turn to dust soon. He saw her slave robes crumpled in a pile next to a metal box that was seal closed. He snorted.

“I never said for you to use that useless manuscript. I will train you.”

Bulma couldn’t help but feel surprise…and hope that perhaps her future would be a little brighter. “What?”

“You heard me, if you want me to believe you’re so smart, you better start acting like it.”

“I just can’t believe you just offered such a thing.”

“Believe it. But if I’m to train you, bathe before I see you. I can hardly stand to be around you as is with out you smelling so vile.”

“This smell is to keep males away and even if I was to bathe, I would still stink, the slave bathing utilities are hardly sanitary.”

“Do you know of the path that leads to the Slave chambers window?” Vegeta had forgotten about the meeting, but he still wanted a few minutes to be here.

“Yes.”

“Show me it, I will show you another path that leads to a river and a rock pool. Use that to bathe. Tomorrow meet me here at this time. Do not be late.”

Bulma smiled at him then, the odd emotions that had filled the garden had washed away. They were still standing in front of each other, neither had moved, but she felt calm, almost like she could trust him. When Vegeta saw her smile, his knees felt weak, but ignored it, and keep strong. She then went to the pile of things he had noticed before. Bulma put her slaves robes on, then put away her book. Vegeta watched her, standing with his arms crossed, as she put the gray robes on. The robes didn’t look right on her and he hated feeling like that. She was a slave and she should wear slave robes he told himself, but he could not get the feeling of her being out of place in those robes out of his heart. He then saw her move directly in front of the metal box, blocking his view.

Bulma, after putting the book away, moved in front of the Saiya-jin to block his view. She didn’t want him to see her invention or her capsulate the box. As the box turned back into a little capsule and she put it in her pocket on her belt, she turned to him.

“Shall we go?” Bulma said evenly.

Vegeta nodded, but wondered what had happened to that metal box. She had put something under her robe and he immediately grew suspicious. But when he couldn’t feel a malicious emotions coming form her, he decided to ask her about tomorrow. Now he had to get to the meeting. When she didn’t move, he grew impatient.

“Hurry up slave.”

“That’s it, my names not slave. I just wanted to tell you my name’s Bulma Briefs.”

Vegeta then felt reality kick in, that this was his bonded. He had heard her name in her thoughts 2 years ago, when she was being beaten. Now she was before him, informing him of what he had suspected. This truly was his bonded. And the fact he wanted to kill such a beautiful creature only proved how the fates had damned him. He still wanted to kill her, but he wanted to teach her to fight back so it wouldn’t be like he was killing just another weak fool. But the girl before him had survived here for 6 years. If the legend provide correct that would make her 18, a year younger then himself. So she survived here since she was 12 and she was still not broken. Bulma, his bonded, was hardly weak. Did he really want to kill her?

After she knew he wasn’t going to introduce himself, Bulma led the way. Vegeta followed close behind her, only stopping once so he could point the way to the rock pool. When they were at the window, Vegeta left her, going inside the building without a glance back, without killing her like he wanted, but with a heavy feeling of emptiness. Both couldn’t wait for tomorrow night.

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Bulma sat in the garden. The two suns were still hanging in the sky, still bright in the late afternoon. Bulma always took the time to rest after she finished cleaning the garden, which usually only took couple minutes. After years in this garden, she finally was able to keep away the weeds and over grown spiders that would eat the plants. She sighed, it really has been six years since she was taken from home. The red sky above her only reminded her that this place wasn’t Chikyuu, it was Vegeta-sei. Bulma stretched her arms in a yawn, and laid back on the soft grass below her. She looked up to the red sky and let her thoughts drift. She had noticed that Vegeta-sei had an atmosphere similar to Chikyuu, but more rugged. Gardens, she heard, accompanied every building, temple, and infrastructure. The purpose was to mostly hide back roads and for plain vanity. Bulma wondered what higher class gardens looked like or even their size. The 3^rd class brackets’ garden was huge and was surrounded by jungle.

Bulma’s thoughts quickly turned from her garden to the man she meet last night. He had told her to bathe before he arrived. She would have to find that rock pool soon. That meant she would have to cut short her break and finish the rest of her duties soon. But not before she dwelled on the man that would train her tonight. Bulma had been at odds with herself since she learned the Prince had a heart. She just couldn’t bring herself to want to kill the man now, and it left her feeling guilty and empty. The empty feeling was amplified by the fact she had no one. Not one real friend, not one person that really, truly cared about her. She didn’t think her mother was alive still, but she hoped. She didn’t hope she would ever see her again though. The man last night, after his offer to train her, it seem, almost like a chance to have a friend. Bulma squirmed around on the grass for an uncomfortable moment. She couldn’t lie to herself. She wanted him for more then a friend. The thought of a lover never had come to Bulma’s mind since she became a slave. Now she couldn’t help but think of this man in more then one way. She didn’t even know the mans name and she still wanted him to touch her again. Bulma could only wait and see if this new relationship would be her savior, to help her find her way, to help her lose her cape of loneliness.

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Prince Vegeta couldn’t hardly train right. He was alone in his training room, but his mind was elsewhere. His thoughts contained only one thing. His bonded. The way her hair followed her ever move, the way her eyes shone blue even in the night sky, she spirit, her body…he did a couple flips and trio of combos with such strength the air split and cracked. He had lost it. He had lost the battle between his heart and mind. Apart of him was still bent on killing her, but now, all his thoughts were purely on her, alive and with him or against him or beneath him. He had to restrained himself from going to her right this moment and doing what he pleased with her. He couldn’t do that, not only did he actually want her to NOT hate him, but it would create a scene that would raise too many eyebrows. He didn’t need more things to worry about.

Today he didn’t put up the barrier he had created to cut himself off from his bonded. He could feel the difference immensely, he felt more like himself then he had in two years. And the thought to have his bonded, to have Bulma finally, was enough to put him in a good mood. Since he was alone, he would allow, only for a little bit, his mind to focus only on her.

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The rock pool wasn’t hard to find. Bulma decided to wait for dusk to find the place and bathe. She didn’t want to risk being found by a lustful Saiya-jin and she didn’t want to bathe at night either. Being sick was dangerous. If you got sick enough, they would just let you die form it and you aren’t allowed sick days. Bulma had been sick once, but got through it. When she arrived at the rock pool, Bulma was amazed at the beauty and serenity of the place. Her thoughts went from pure warmth to pure lust as she thought of swimming here with that man, in the nude and with close proximity to her. Heat rose to her face and she quickly undressed and dived into the pool.

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The stars sat quietly in the sky, watching the garden indiscriminately. Bulma had only dressed in her training suit, leaving her slave robe off to the side. She hadn’t taken the effort to use her capsule either, instead leaving it in her pocket. She now waited for the man, whose name she did not know, to appear before her. She stood in the little clearing of the garden, doing warm-ups and general pacing. Bulma had no idea on to how she would act, or even if he really would show up, though she had a feeling he wasn’t lying to her either. Her heart was beating slightly faster then she would have liked, and it didn’t help her any that she started hearing her whispers again, though they sounded…contented.

Vegeta had made his way to her the same way he had done so the night before. As he had gotten closer he began to hear her thoughts and he wanted to chuckle. Her thoughts were nervous, almost edgy. When he saw her again he felt satisfaction just taking in the sight of her. Her hair was wet and it clung to her face while the rest followed down her back in a braid. She was pacing, then stretching like she didn’t know what to do, so he smirked and stepped forward, dressed like he was on the pervious night, and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Are you done yet?” He asked rather displeasingly.

Bulma started and looked at him rather angrily. “Don’t scare me, I’ll have a heart attack!”

“I doubt that, but I will do as I please, and scaring you is rather amusing.”

Vegeta stepped closer to her and he immediately knew she bathed, she smelled cleaner then before. He parted his legs slightly for better balance. He kept his emotionless mask, but was glad she obeyed him.

“At least tonight you don’t smell like a slave.”

“Don’t remind me, I come here to forget that you know.” She looked at the Saiya-jin rather annoyed, but then became placid. “Are we going to start now or are we going to look at each for the whole night?”

“Don’t flatter yourself woman, I rather eat Freeza’s shit then stare at you any longer then I have to.” he lied, but he wasn’t going to let her get away with her accusing him of ogling.

Bulma somehow knew he was lying, so she smiled, though she had no idea who this Freeza was. “Sure… can we start?”

“Fine, come here.”

Bulma walk up to him till she was face to face with him. He was looking at her like she was something at market again and she felt rather uncomfortable under his gaze.

“Hit me.” He said rather bluntly.

“Why?” She didn’t like the idea of punching him, she saw what Saiya-jins do to those who punch them and it wasn’t very pretty.

“To test your punch, now do it before I loose patience.”

“K…here goes…” She hoped he wouldn’t punch back. Bulma gathered her strength and pulled her fist back. She was ready to punch but hesitated a moment. Then she let it fly and punched him. It felt like she was punching a brick wall. Immediately she jumped back, cradling her hand she used to punch him with then let out a series of curses. Luckily she could tell her hand wasn’t broken.

Vegeta was disappointed but had expected as much from her. She was overly weak and fragile. Perhaps he could make her strong enough to survive against him for a minute. “Oh, that’s it?”

“I can’t believe you had me do that.”

“Do you want to get stronger?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Then do everything I say and don’t complain about it. If you complain I’ll just leave you here to stay a useless weakling.”

“Fine , fine…now what?” Bulma wanted to slap him, the jerk, but she held her anger in check as she was instructed to show him her fighting stand.

As the hours went by, Vegeta evaluated Bulma, then solidified her moves. He would show her sometimes the correct moves, then demonstrate the ki-less combos. Bulma was a quick learner, she studied him closely and asked little questions. She followed his every move loyally and somehow their attitudes became cordial, Vegeta was simply blunt but had stopped insulting her and Bulma became almost sweet though she didn’t say much. Throughout the night, Vegeta had occasionally touched her to steady her or correct her, and the atmosphere became tense after that for a few moments. Each time they touched, they looked at each other, catching each other in eye contact. As their eyes met, the world would melt away in silent bliss, then they would continue to train as if nothing happened.

When the night was halfway over, they stopped. As Bulma went to her slave robes, Vegeta followed close behind her. She didn’t want to end this night, she wondered if this would continue…So Bulma, instead of putting her slave robes on when she picked them up, she sat down on the grass. Surprisingly Vegeta followed her actions and sat beside her on the grass. When a moment passed she muttered a couple Saiyan curses, shocking Vegeta, since they had communicated in her language ever since they meet. He had not realized she knew any words of his language. When he saw her jump up after a few muttered curses, he chuckled.

“Is the ground too strong for you too?” He asked.

“I didn’t realize I sat in mud, my ass is wet.” Bulma shook her head, she was upset and embarrassed at herself, but quickly patted her rear end dry then sat closer to Vegeta, on drier grass.

“How do you know how to speak in my language?”

“Oh…um, I just picked it up here and there.” Bulma slipped, she had gotten too comfortable with him, no one knew she knew the language…except now perhaps him.

“How much do you know?”

“Pretty much everything.” Bulma said in his language. She took a moment to look at his face and she was awarded with surprise plastered on it. She looked away quickly, then looked down at the grass at her feet.

“I had to learn it to survive.”

“…”

“I had to know if someone that was coming around the corner was intending to, if they wanted to…to…”

“If they were going to fuck you? You should be used to it now, you are a slave, I’m sure you have as much experience with it like any pleasure slave working in any harem on the planet.” Vegeta said with a little too much anger and disappointment.

Bulma looked at him with disgust and rage running across her face. “I am not a whore ass wipe! I am proud to say because of my intelligence I was never ravaged by any of your kind or any alien. Nor did I ‘fuck’ anyone as you put it to survive!”

“…” Vegeta was speechless. That his bonded was untouched and had went untouched as beautiful as she was a miracle. He knew she couldn’t be lying…he could feel it through their bond. His heart twitched slightly, she was untouched…just like him.

“But…I had a run in one time in which I almost was…ravaged…damn Pota, that lecher!…You heard those rumors of a slave killing a Saiya-jin right?”, Why am I telling him this, he could turn me in or kill me for this, “That was me, somehow I generated a ki attack powerful enough to fry my attacker before he did anything to me.”

That explained what happened 3 years ago. Vegeta had given his powers to her to kill her attacker because it was the first time someone had tried to actually take her. He had felt her then, and it was only one time, just like she said. He knew she was telling the truth, he would have been able to have felt it if it had taken place more then once.

“I find it hard to believe that a slave would be smart enough to avoid situations like that.”

“That’s because you don’t know me well enough to say that.”

“Oh, then I shall have to rectify that.”

“How? I don’t think your going to be taking me out for a night on the town any time soon.”

“I’ll be back tomorrow to continue your training…remember to bathe…”

The night was over too fast for both of them. Vegeta stood and left leaving Bulma to watch him and wonder what tomorrow would bring.