The Pain of Pleasure

~*~ Chapter 1 ~*~

Bulma screamed hoarsely as she struggled in the grasp of the green haired goon, kicking his shins at every chance possible he carried her down the echoing hallway. She was clothed only in the dull grey coverall that was standard dress for those who had been condemned to dwell within the prison cells of Lord Frieza’s battle cruiser. The coverall hid the cuts and bruises that marred her skin, but even the shapeless cloth couldn’t hide that Bulma was truly beautiful.

Her body was the kind that young teenage girls fantasise about having when they become women. Her hair, although mattered and knotted from neglect, was a brilliant sky blue and reached almost to her waist. Her skin was the pale milky white colour that was only present on people who hadn’t seen sunlight in years, but it was her eyes that were truly captivating. They were a brilliant sapphire blue and showed every emotion Bulma felt, and right now they were flashing and sparking with rage as she twisted and fought to free herself from her latest capturer.

“Damn you! Let me go!” Her voice was husky, as though she didn’t use it often, but there was a slight accent to it that made anyone who heard it pause and listen. Bulma screamed as loudly as she possibly could as Zarbon threw her to the floor and resorted to dragging her along the ground. The floor of the hallway was a metallic steel grating and within being dragged a few metres Bulma’s face was already bleeding from a particularly nasty scrape.

Tears were beginning to blur her vision but she refused to cry. She had allowed herself to be a prisoner of her fear for far too long! She would never allow herself to become a victim ever again; even if it killed her she would never give in to her captors! Bulma screamed wordlessly with rage and kicked at Zarbon again, struggling like a wild thing even though it was useless.

He was far stronger then her and he knew it.

“Now, now, Love. You should be honoured that you were chosen to service the needs of the great Lord Frieza.” Zarbon drawled smoothly as he reached down and ran a caressing hand through Bulma’s hair, continuing to unceremoniously drag her towards Frieza’s throne room. He smirked despite himself as she pulled away and spat at him, her eyes glittering angrily as she gathered her strength and lunged at him, managing to land a vicious kick in his stomach. Zarbon laughed as he knocked her to the ground with ease. It amused him no end how she continued to struggle despite the hopelessness of her situation. Her struggles were about as effective as a tiny mouse trying to fight off a wild cat and the girl knew it.

“Well, I don’t feel special!” Bulma gasped as she desperately clawed at Zarbon’s hands, trying to make him let her go. She dug her nails into his smooth blue skin but Zarbon appeared not to notice. “I don’t want to be raped by that monster!” Bulma shrieked in alarm as they approached a metal door. A cold feeling of foreboding settled upon her and she began to thrash around crazily, trying to squirm free from his grasp before he could force her into the room.

Bulma tried to bite Zarbon’s hands but before she could he slapped her sharply across her face and bright red stars of pain exploded across her vision. Bulma fell back into his grasp limply and clutched at her face as the pain rolled over her in waves. She hadn’t been hit that hard since she’d been in the tender care of Vegeta…Bulma shut her eyes tightly and willed herself to forget. She immersed herself in the pain Zarbon had caused her, desperately trying to evade the memories which plagued her, unaware as Zarbon dragged her onwards and past the door which had caused her such alarm.

“If it makes you feel any better love; it’ll all be over soon.” Zarbon’s dry drawl seemed to be coming from a distance and it was with great effort that Bulma opened her eyes and glared at him, ignoring the throbbing pain in her temples. She gave up kicking at Zarbon and instead hung limply in his grasp, letting him drag her along the corridor and only moving whenever she was dragged past something that she thought she could grab hold of and hang onto. But objects like that were few and far between in the cold metallic hallway and soon enough Bulma began to struggle again.

“What did you mean by that? When you said it would all be over soon?” Bulma bit out in a gasp of breath as Zarbon dragged her down a step, uncaring of any injuries she might sustain. Then again Frieza probably didn’t care too much about her condition as long as she was still able to service him.

Zarbon glanced down at her with his shimmering yellow eyes. “Master Frieza tends to be little…rough. Most concubines don’t last more then an hour in his bed. The longest anyone ever survived was a week and that woman was a saiyan. The last of the female saiyans, I believe.” Zarbon frowned down at Bulma and scooped her up into his arms, sick of dragging her down the hallway. “Stop trying to delay the inevitable!” He chastised her. “The sooner it’s over the better. Still…” Zarbon ran his long fingers through her hair again, his look almost wistful. “It is a great pity that Master Frieza desired you, I wouldn’t have minded keeping you for myself.” Zarbon stared down at Bulma as though contemplating what she would be like to bed, then shrugged and looked away. “Oh well, I’ll just make do with the black haired woman you were brought in with. She looked like she had spirit.”

“Don’t you dare touch Chichi!” Bulma’s eyes widened in concern for her only friend and her voice raised several notches. “She isn’t well! If you do anything to her, I swear to Kami I’ll hunt you down and kill you!” Bulma ended the sentence with a shriek and raked her nails down the side of Zarbon’s face.

“Chichi, is it? Funny name.” Zarbon ignored Bulma’s threats as he punched a code into a door and entered what Bulma could only guess was Frieza’s throne room. She became still in Zarbon’s arms as she looked around for any sign of the legendary Lord Frieza. Thankfully the room was empty, but only seconds later Bulma realised that this might not be such a good thing as Zarbon closed the door with a clang and began to chuckle. “Well, well. It seems that Master Frieza has decided to allow me to spend some quality time with you after all.” He casually dropped Bulma to the floor and kicked her in the stomach hard enough to knock the breath from her body.

Bulma writhed on the floor in agony as she clutched at her stomach, trying to force her muscles to relax again so she could take in some air. She watched in a kind of daze as above her Zarbon shed his chest plate, his yellow eyes never once leaving her body. Bulma looked away and managed to suck in a mouthful of air…Oh Kami! Her body hurt so badly! Why did he have to kick her in the stomach of all places?

She felt the air stir around her as Zarbon knelt on the ground beside her and pulled her arms away from her stomach. He easily slid her upright into a sitting position and pulled down the zip of her coverall, pushing it off her shoulders to expose the tattered black bra she wore underneath – the only piece of Earth that she still had with her. His yellow eyes zeroed in on her breasts and for one horrible second Bulma really though that he was going to rape her, then he abruptly pulled away. He let Bulma fall to the floor with a thud and reached down to grab hold of her hair. He roughly dragged her to long wooden bench that ran down one wall and shackled her down on it.

“Much as I would love to stay and play with you, I have just felt master Frieza’s ki heading our way.” Zarbon laughed as Bulma coughed up blood. “Now, sit still while I summon our Lord Frieza. Remember girl, you must bow in his presence, never meet his eyes as it shows disrespect and always address him as ‘My Lord Frieza’.” Zarbon finished chaining Bulma down. “Be a good girl, Love, and stay here.” He laughed cruelly as he went to go and find his master.

“No…” Bulma whispered forlornly, her blue eyes staring brokenly at the floor. Her whisper fluttered to the ground, accompanying the tears which fell of their own free will down her cheeks as She remembered everything that the monstrosity she was about to meet had done to her and her friends.

Friends that were now but dust and memories.

Lord Frieza had attacked Earth an eternity of two years ago. He had ordered his best saiyan warriors to invade her world, to exterminate the human race in a bloody genocide that lasted for mere days. Goku and the other Z warriors had been outmatched from the onset. They’d never had a chance as the monstrous saiyans had toyed with them and then, slowly, broken them one by one.

There had been so much blood.

Bulma cringed as she remembered the last words Goku had uttered to her; “Please Bulma go! We can’t win this time. Please! Take Chichi and Gohan and leave Earth. I beg you!”

She had never discovered precisely how Goku had been slaughtered, but she knew in her heart he was dead. Somehow she knew. Bulma could remember her hastened departure with Chichi; how scared and alone they had felt – Chichi clinging to Gohan as though he had been the only thing tethering her to this world. They had thought they were home free once they had made it clear of the Earths atmosphere and had slipped past Frieza’s ships.

But they had not stayed free for long.

Perhaps even clearer then her memories of the genocide on Earth was her memories of the rebel saiyan forces that had intercepted them as they had neared a planet named Namek. It was then, in the futile battle against the saiyans that had ensured, that Gohan had been killed trying desperately to defend his mother. He had only been a small boy, but he had still been mercilessly killed in front of his own mother’s appalled eyes.

Bulma sobbed again as she remembered the months she had spent with the saiyans, forced into slavery. At the beginning she had been placed in a prison camp with Chichi, but they had managed to escape the camp. After all, Bulma was a technical genius and the lock in the prison camp on the lower deck of the ship had been easily shorted out with an electrical charge.

It was a pity they had never finished making their daring escape.

The two ladies had almost made it to the docking bay and their ticket to freedom when they had stumbled across the two most powerful saiyans - the saiyan prince Vegeta and his personal guard Nappa…

Bulma shook her head, trying to forget the memory of the weeks she had spent as prince Vegeta’s pet concubine. Admittedly, the prince had treated her well when in a kinder mood. It hadn’t been so bad, Bulma reflected distantly, Vegeta had been cruel most of the time but he had shown her a little affection. Chichi hadn’t fared so well in the prison camp. Her mental state had deteriorated until she had become a small mousy woman, a mere shadow of her former self. Bulma could remember even clearer yet the day when she had finally been able to decode the Vegeta’s door lock and escape, managing to rescue Chichi and to get them into space once more. They had drifted in space for several months before Zarbon had stumbled across them and had taken them prisoner.

The had thought Vegeta’s prison camps had been bad, but Frieza’s dungeons made Vegeta’s seem like Disney Land.

She and Chichi had been locked in a tiny cramped cell for three days before Frieza had ventured down to look over the female prisoners in search of new concubines. Bulma had known from the first instant that his iridescent red eyes had clashed with hers that he desired her. He had looked her over with a heated look in his eyes before nodding to Zarbon and speaking to him in a voice that sent chills down Bulma’s spine.

“I want this one Zarbon. Clean her up and dress her appropriately, then deliver her to my throne room as soon as possible.”

Zarbon had nodded and, eager to please, and had had Bulma removed from her cell at once…

Abruptly Bulma snapped herself out of her memories, depression dulling her eyes as the futility of her situation hit her. “This isn’t fair! I never did anything in my life to deserve this.” She muttered from between clenched teeth, somehow managing to cease her crying and settle a blank mask over her face. She had learnt to adopt this mask while she was ‘with’ prince Vegeta. Bulma’s cornflower blue eyes closed as tried to reason with herself…

I can get through this; I’ve come too far and been through too much for everything to end now…

Distantly, Bulma could hear voices coming ever closer. She raised her face heavenwards and prayed to whatever Gods was listening, imploring them to watch over her. Then, resignedly, she took a deep breath and opened her eyes in time to see Zarbon re-enter the room with the notorious Lord Frieza by his side. The Lizards eyes swept over Bulma, flaring with heat as they trailed over her ruffled appearance. Bulma managed to swallow a gasp as she watched him in return, fear and anger flaring to life in her gaze.

Frieza stood almost six feet tall and had smooth, velvety skin that rippled over powerful muscles. Although he was slim, there was something in the way he moved that alerted Bulma to his real power; he moved with grace and confidence, his tail curved in a perfect arc behind him. His face was angular and reminiscent of a cats face with its high cheekbones, slightly snubbed nose and almond shaped eyes. While he was not handsome in any way that Bulma could discern, there was something attractive about him. Wether it was his glowing red eyes or the grace and power that was barely contained within him, she didn’t know, but whatever it was it scared Bulma to know that somehow she was, in the tiniest way, attracted to the monster in front of her.

“You have done a wonderful job, Zarbon. You will be rewarded as befits you.” Frieza’s voiced rasped out like sandpaper onto the air and Bulma shivered as vibrations slid down her spine. The Ice-jin motioned for Zarbon to leave, his gesture dismissive and uncaring. Bulma watched Zarbon leave with wide eyes and had to stop herself from begging him not to leave her with this mad man, but she bit her tongue and swallowed the ball of fear that had worked its way up into her throat, threatening to choke her.

She would be strong.

“I can see that you are afraid, Little One.” Frieza strolled closer and sat down beside her, easing himself down onto the wooden bench as though he was merely there to chat with her. He looked at Bulma again, allowing himself the pleasure of drinking her in with his eyes until she filled his entire vision. “You should not fear me.” Each word that rolled of his tongue dropped onto the air like ice, freezing Bulma’s soul and sending shivers down her spine.

‘That’s not what I’ve heard!” Bulma squeaked, jerking back as Frieza moved closer to her and stroked a hand down her arm. She scuttled as far away from Frieza as she could get, before the chain snapped to its full length and she fell to the floor, having momentarily forgotten about the chain in her haste to be free of Frieza’s presence. The Ice-jin laughed, amused at her actions, and stood up, slowly making his way over to her. Bulma strained against the chain, her heart thudding faster and faster within her chest. “Please don’t! Please don’t hurt me!” Bulma gasped, tugging on the chain as she tried to obey her instincts to flee from the monstrosity before her.

As he neared her he laughed softly at the resentment that burnt in her expressive features. “Don’t fret so, I can promise you that what you’ve heard about me is not true.” Frieza lied through his lizard-like teeth as he towered over her. Baring her teeth, Bulma forced her fear to one side and let her anger seize control of her. As he reached a hand down to her she slipped a look of defeat on her face and gripped his hand…and managed to pull herself to her feet and plant a mighty kick square in Frieza’s stomach - just the way Goku had taught her.

Frieza blinked, completely unfazed by her actions, then laughed loud and long. “You have spirit!” He gasped in between bouts of laughter. “I knew you would, I wouldn’t have desired you so much if you had been yet another wilted flower.” Frieza tilted his head to the side as he reached down to Bulma again and grasped the chain, ripping it from the wall and holding it loosely. “You are a desert flower and yet you have found the water that you need to survive. You have found the will to live on a little longer.” Frieza began to wind the chain in his hands, drawing the struggling Bulma closer to him. “Tell me little one,” He asked softly. “Is it hope alone you live on? Or do you allow yourself to feast on bitter memories and thoughts of retribution?” Frieza gave the chain one last jerk and Bulma fell into his arms, a hissing, spitting ball of fury.

“I hate you!” She spat, scratching and kicking in his grasp. “I hate your kind!” She insisted angrily.

Frieza laughed softly and Bulma stilled in his arms, her heart beating like a drum as Frieza bent his head and hungrily kissed her lips, his tongue darting tickling her lips and slipping into her mouth as he tasted her. Bulma opened her eyes and stared at the wall opposite as Frieza plundered her mouth, distancing herself from what was going on around her.

Somehow she would have her revenge on this monster.

Somehow.

~*~

Author Note: I hope everyone is enjoying this fanfic so far; I’m certainly enjoying re-writing it. Any remarks, comments or helpful feedback is most welcome. Also, in case anyone is wondering, I do have a mailing list that you can join if you wish to get updates on this fanfic, to join this mailing list please email me at vegeta_goddess@hotmail.com - VG