DISCLAIMER: I do not own DBZ and I get no money for doing this…or do I? Bwa ha ha ha! *sigh* God, I’m lame.

A/N – IMPORTANT! This chapter begins a bit before the previous chapter ends…so don’t get all confused and bitch when you realise things aren’t running perfectly congruent from the ending of the last chapter. You’d think I wouldn’t have to tell people, but I’ve discovered that some people just don’t seem to be able to figure things out for themselves! Anyway, sorry this chapter took an insanely long time to get out!

*I met Sean Schemmel today (voice actor for Goku), he is SUCH a brilliant guy. Not quite as egotistical as Chris Sabat…yet in some ways he’s more so.* Hoorah!

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Raditz had been avoiding his prince for several days now – ever since the other remaining saiyans had voted and decided that Vegeta’s latest insanity was going a little too far. Their prince had instructed them to violate Frieza’s territory in pursuit of the same stupid woman who had somehow managed to escape them over eight months ago, and he hadn’t given any of them so much as an explanation for why he was suddenly so desperate to get the human woman back. Raditz didn’t doubt that Vegeta had a good reason; however trying to tell that to a disgruntled rabble of saiyans was easier said them done. So he’d opted to track down Vegeta and ask him for an explanation that he use to placate the men with – something that was going to be far harder to do then it sounded.

Vegeta demanded complete respect from his men, and if he so much as caught a whiff of mutiny in the air he was likely to challenge each and every man on board until he was satisfied his pride and his honour was still intact. That was what Raditz was frightened of…he was the messenger and quite often it was messenger who bore the brunt of Vegeta’s rage. So, he was trying to find a tactful way of approaching Vegeta and thus increase his chances of living to see another day.

The low level saiyan muttered under his breath as he sat in the second in command seat on the bridge – until recently he had been designated the position of chief of security, but a run in between Vegeta and his old first officer had ended in yet another death and Raditz had found himself being yanked up the ladder of command and stowed safely in the vacated position. The ship was in a quiet uproar and he was doing his utmost best to try and placate everybody at once…and the only way he could do that was to convince the prince to explain his actions to the other members of the ship.

“Sir,” one of the officers on the command bridge drew his attention to the screen in front of him. “We’re picking up the trail of what appears to be one of the smaller scout ships from Frieza’s fleet.”

“Is the ship alone?” Raditz frowned – it was unusual for a small scout ship to be alone in space. Usually they were deployed in small groups or with one of the larger ships.

“There is no indication of any other ships within range of our sensors.” The officer typed in a few other commands into his console and slowly shook his head. “There is nothing besides this one ship in the area.” The officer paused as he read the report. “The particles being emitted would suggest the ship has only just come out of a unusually long hyper jump and that they’re running low on fuel…possibly by this stage they have completely run out.”

Raditz nodded to himself and switched on the inter-ship COM. “Prince Vegeta, your presence is requested on the bridge.” He switched it off and waited patiently, unsure himself how to proceed with this situation, it certainly was strange for such a small ship to be so far out by itself. In fact it was downright suspicious. His immediate thoughts were that it was wither a trap or it was simply a scout ship which had somehow suffered a technical problem and had miscalculated a hyper jump – similar problems had been encountered in the saiyan designed ships early in their productions so it was likely that something like that maybe have also been occurring with Frieza’s ships. Of course there might be a completely different reason why the small ship was this far out in space alone. A reason that had something to do with Vegeta’s abrupt orders for them to change course and head in this direction.

The bridge door opened with a hissing sound and all personnel immediately stood and lowered their heads respectfully as Prince Vegeta swung into the room, his black eyes flashing as they swept over everyone and zeroed in on Raditz.

“What was so important you had to interrupt me?” The prince strutted over to the captain’s chair and sank into it, watching with amusement as the other saiyans tried to look themselves busy so as not to draw attention to themselves.

“A lone scout ship has been spotted…”

“And?” Vegeta frowned and lent forward, a scowl settling on his face. “Why exactly was this a cause for me being called to the bridge?”

“It’s one of Frieza’s ships, Sir. A smaller scout, one which should by all rights be with a mother ship of some sorts.” Raditz sat down in his own seat and motioned for the officer who had made the discovery to show his findings on the view screen. “As you can see, my liege, there are no other ships within range...” He drifted silent as he realised Vegeta was no longer paying attention to him. “Sir?” He prompted, but to no end.

Vegeta had frozen, he radiated tension and his entire being was focused on something that Raditz could neither see nor understand. It was as though Vegeta was listening to voices he couldn’t hear or as though his thoughts were abruptly a million miles away. Vegeta drew in a deep breath and released it in a stark hiss from his throat as he blinked rapidly and leant forward even further, gripping his chairs arm rests which white knuckles. He closed his eyes and shook his head, blinking back to reality.

“It’s her.” He muttered, loud enough so that only Raditz could hear. Vegeta looked up sharply, scowling as he realised that everyone present had noted his strange behaviour. “I share a bond with the human female.” He grated out in explanation, speaking as though the words were being forced from him. “I can…feel her in my head when she is close to me,” The prince smiled nastily, “and she’s very very close.”

Raditz nodded to himself, feeling tension melt away from him as he realised Vegeta had just inadvertently given him the explanation he needed to calm the men and their fears for their prince. He could tell them now that Vegeta wasn’t mad; he was just bonded. Most of the saiyan men on board knew what it was to be bonded – their knowledge coming from stories and history and the many family lessons that they had been taught as children. Bonds were almost impossible to break and the men would undoubtedly see it as an acceptable reason for Vegeta taking them into Frieza’s territory – after all, a saiyan who bonded and was torn from his mate was a sad sight indeed.

“Set an intercept course for the scout ship, Raditz.” Vegeta barked as he leant back in his chair and smiled indulgently. Raditz could almost read Vegeta’s thoughts; that the woman, the human woman, was close at hand and closer still to recapture. “Use hyperspace if you can. I want to get to that ship fast.”

“It shouldn’t take long sir, sensors show that the ship isn’t travelling through space.” The navigation officer typed a few more commands and then paused. “The trail leads right up to an asteroid field in the next quadrant over.”

“Well, then…set a course.” Vegeta growled, his anticipation at finding the blue haired woman reaching its height. Raditz guessed that Vegeta was beyond caring about what the consequences might be for trespassing on Frieza’s territory; all he wanted was his woman back. He watched them with keen coal-black eyes as the navigation officer typed in the destination and pressed the engage button for their leap into hyperspace.

The engines of the ship hummed loudly into action as the hyper drive was engaged and the ship was propelled forward. The stars in the view screen stretched into a single point and for a brief moment Raditz and the other bridge crew were face to face with an event horizon, then the stars fractured apart and distanced themselves as they settled back into normal space travel and the incredibly loud hum from the drive slowly shut itself down with many groans and creaks; their ship, although unscathed from their previous battled with Frieza’s army, was of an older model and the metal was slowly warping from the over-use of the hyper drive. The latest estimates had shown that the ship had less then twenty hyper-jumps left before the metal would rupture completely.

Raditz found his thoughts being torn away from the ship as he realised that the view screen was showing them a beautiful but stark asteroid field that stretched an incredible distance. The asteroid field was actually part of a huge belt that was orbiting a twin-star system, obviously fragments of all the planets that had once circles around the suns until some disaster had shattered them all into these grey lifeless chunks of rock – spinning silently through space. Their ships had slowed to a stop near one side of the belt, allowing them an uninterrupted view not only of how far the belt stretched but also of how thick it was.

“It’s beautiful.” Raditz murmured out loud, forgetting himself as he watched the asteroids perform a silent ballet.

“Incredibly beautiful.” Vegeta agreed, surprising Raditz. They sat there with the bridge crew and watched the scene in silence while the science officer ran a scanning test to search for the ship.

“The magnetic interference from the twin stars is jamming a lot of our instruments, it’s hard to get a reading.” The science officer frowned and his tail thrashed. “Perhaps if I…”

The communication channel bleeped without warning and instantly the officer fell silence and there was silence in the command bridge of the saiyan battle cruiser. Ten pairs of saiyan eyes all zeroed in on the command desk at the same time, each of the beings behind the eyes wondering who in the hell was trying to contact them on an open channel in the middle of unclaimed space. Was it the mysterious scout ship or something more sinister? Vegeta, who was poised on the captain’s chair, slowly smiled as he felt a flicker through the bond – she was close. Very close. He motioned for the communications officer to open the channel and settled himself back in his chair, eager to see whom the caller was.

The first thing he saw when the channel was opened and the view screen flickered to a new scene was the most amazing pair of blue eyes he had ever encountered in any of his missions across the universe. The spectacular eyes were set in a face that had taunted him in his dreams for far too long now, a face that was twisted in an unhappy expression – the beautiful eyes burning with fear and hatred as they rested on him and instantly iced over.

“Bulma.” Vegeta growled out her name with far more reverence then the horrid little witch deserved, but he couldn’t seem to control himself when it came to the woman. He needed to own her and to possess her! She had to be his. The saiyan prince shook his head slightly to dispel the thoughts running through it; instead he focused on her properly and watched with amusement as the beautiful creature struggled to recover her wits. She was clearly in a state of panic and speaking to him wasn’t something that she wanted to do, which led him to the next questions; who had made her contact him?

“Prince Vegeta.” She squeezed the words of greeting out through lips that Vegeta could vividly remember kissing. He could remember how soft they’d felt beneath his own lips, how they’d trembled with fear every time he’d looked in her direction…Gods, he could even remember how they’d tasted. He felt himself begin smirking as the memories, memories that he’d refused to think of for driving himself insane, swirled to the surface. The smirk widened until he was almost smiling, and it wasn’t a nice smile; the undercurrents of evil were enough for the saiyans around him to away slightly. They’d seen that smile a on his face every single time he’d killed a member of the crew – the same cold smile.

“I…” Bulma started to speak and then stopped. She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath, apparently collecting herself. “I want to come back to you.” She stated it flatly, without any emotion at all. Vegeta frowned lightly at this – her attitude would not do at all. He wanted to see her beg him to take her back; he wanted to hear her plead.

“What makes you think I want you back?” Vegeta leant back in his chair, pleased with how frightened the woman was of him and intrigued by her current peril – he wasn’t surprised by her disgruntled behaviour in the least, although she would have to be taught a lesson in respect when he had her back again.

“Oh, I don’t know.” Her blue eyes were still frosty when they met his black ones, and Vegeta felt himself running up against a wall of resolve when he tried to delve through the bond. “I suppose the fact that you followed me all the way out here had something to do with me thinking that.” She smiled slightly and the note of sarcasm in her voice wasn’t wasted on Vegeta, “To be honest I don’t want to come back, but I’m trapped between a rock and a hard place and you’re the better choice.”

“I’m the better choice, am I?” Vegeta leaned forward and flashed her a brilliant smile, his mind instantly putting together his strange dreams about Bulma and Frieza, the scout ship Bulma was in and her presence in the Frieza’s territory. “I’m flattered.” He knew he shouldn’t be baiting her when she was finally returning to him, but he couldn’t resist it. It was only with iron strength of will that he was able to stop himself from laughing with the brilliance of the situation; for months he had trekked through space trying to find, of all things, a human woman who had managed to escape him, and now fate was delivering her straight to him.

“Flattered?” Her voice rose in pitch and her teeth clenched. “You think I want to come back to you after what you did?” Bulma practically spat at him as she spoke again, her face contorting as anger shot through her at his audacity. “I’d rather die then go back to you…” She seemed about to scream more at him but she was abruptly yanked back from the screen and an attractive black haired woman who Vegeta could dimly remember being identified as Raditz’s brother’s mate assumed a position in front of the screen. Her name eluded him, but he could remember that she had had a horrible half-breed brat that had had to be disposed of – the child had insulted all of them by challenging them.

“We’re stuck in this field, prince Vegeta.” Her tone was pleasant and she smiled at him slightly, ignoring the vicious frown he sent at her for replacing Bulma. “We have next to no power and unfortunately we have a whole fleet of Frieza’s ships waiting for us on the other side of this field.” Her smile flickered briefly. “We stole this ship.”

“So I gathered.” Vegeta muttered dryly to her, wanting to see Bulma again but aware that he was causing her…distress. The news that there was an entire fleet of Frieza’s ships nearby was disturbing news to say the least, but then if their instruments were being jammed by the magnetic field of the asteroids then it was likely that Frieza’s were as well, so he wasn’t too concerned about them being spotted and ambushed. Not that Frieza would ambush them; he was far too cocky to do that.

“The point is that you’re going to have to work out a way for us to get across to your ship, we don’t have much time left before they reach us.” Chichi looked at Vegeta expectantly, and then sighed when he didn’t so much as blink at this news. “Can’t your sensors read their ships presence? They’re practically on top of us!”

Vegeta glanced at his navigation officer who glanced at the panel in front of him and shook his head. “We’re not reading anything because of the magnetic field.”

The black haired woman scowled. “Well we can sense them perfectly and we have one of Frieza’s ships, so I’m guessing he can sense both us and you.”

“Dammit!” The navigation officer cursed instantly began to run more tests and another of his officers raised their shields and armed the ship’s lasers.

Vegeta swallowed but remained calm. Frieza wouldn’t simply attack them out of the blue and blast them away. He’d want to catch them and make them pay for resisting his Empire. He’d want to torture them. “If Frieza is getting closer to you, then why don’t you beam across?” He frowned at the stupid woman on the screen. “Why do we have to work out a way to help you?”

“We don’t have enough power.” She smiled condescendingly at him. “I’d have thought that a big smart saiyan like yourself would have figured that out. Transporter beams use a lot of energy up – and we have next to none.”

It was all Vegeta could do not to growl out loud at the sarcasm in the woman’s voice, instead he gritted his teeth and turned to confer with Raditz, hoping that this horrible woman’s influence hadn’t rubbed off on Bulma, he’d liked how compliant she’d been when he’d kept her on board with him last time. It had taken her a little time to learn her place, but eventually she’d learnt who was boss…

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Bulma glared at Trunks who was wriggling in her arms as she stood to one side and watched as Chichi dealt with Vegeta. She hadn’t been happy when Chichi had dragged her away, but to be honest it had been hard talking to Vegeta. Her mind had just frozen – snap! – and she’d been unable to think clearly let alone remember what it was she was supposed to be telling him. Her brain had just kept telling her to run away, to hide and hide and wait until he’d gone away again. Now that she didn’t have his eyes pinned on her she was able to think clearly again.

She was impressed with how Chichi was speaking to Vegeta – but then Chichi hadn’t been forced to do revolting acts to the man. She hadn’t watched as he’d killed people just to make her suffer all the more. She didn’t know how Chichi could be so calm, so normal and so…well…so much like the old Chichi. She wasn’t afraid of Vegeta in the least – she spoke to him in the same way she’d spoken to Bulma earlier – like she’d had enough of the entire situation they were in.

“I want to speak to Bulma again.” The prince’s voice jarred Bulma and she slowly slunk back into view, forgetting to keep the baby out of the view screen as she had planned to do earlier. She hadn’t wanted him to know that he’d impregnated her with a filthy piece of himself.

“Yes?” She scowled down at the child, refusing to meet Vegeta’s eyes. When Chichi lifted the baby from her arms and held it against her she felt a little wriggle of disgust worm through her – how could Chichi hold it so close to her? It was his child!

“Raditz is going to lock our transporter beam onto your ship, and beam the entire thing into our docking bay. Our sensors can’t pick up your individual life signs because of the magnetism, but we have been able to lock in on your ship.” Vegeta’s voice sounded distracted and when she snuck a quick peek at him through her hair she was somewhat amused to find his attention riveted on the tiny baby Chichi was holding. “We’ll beam you able as soon as we get a clear lock on you…” He paused. “What is that…thing?”

“Never you mind.” Chichi snapped, quickly shutting off the COM and striding to Bulma’s side. “What on Earth is wrong Bulma?” She demanded, frowning at her. “I’ve never seen you lose it like that!” Chichi quickly switched her frown off and put a concerned arm around Bulma and pushed her down onto a seat. She tried to pass Trunks down to her and frowned when Bulma made no move to take the sniffling child.

“I just…” Bulma shook her head and tried to summon a smile. “It’s nothing really; it’s just that things are moving so fast Chi. I feel like I’m on a roller coaster; we go up and down and round and round but we always seem to end up back where we started.” Her voice slightly cracked at the end and it was all Bulma could do to keep all the hate and blame from spewing forth at Chichi. There was a little voice inside that was screaming at how this was all Chichi’s fault! She was forcing her to go back to Vegeta – her own personal nightmare.

“I know the feeling.” Chichi patted her shoulder; unaware of the less then charitable thoughts Bulma was having about her. “I felt the same way when I lost my Gohan. It’s hard but you just have to accept your fate because wether you like it or not there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“I shouldn’t have to accept horrible things as my fate! It isn’t fair!” The tiny blue haired girl clenched a fist and glared at the newborn who was sleepily sucking on a fist. “I shouldn’t have to be going back to that monster and I shouldn’t have to have this wretched creature either!” She gestured at the baby. “None of this is fair…”

She would have ranted more – hell she would have ranted all night if given the chance – but at that moment the ship vibrated loudly and a scraping sound reverberated through the command room. Chichi screamed and held the baby close to her, the baby opened its tiny eyes and began to wail loudly and Bulma simply sat stock still, her stomach plummeting as she turned her head and glanced out the viewing window and saw a grey bulk head instead of the usual void of stars. They had been transported already…another unexpectedly quick drop on the whole ‘roller coaster of fate’. She smiled bitterly, unhappily wondering how long it would be before they came for her, and unconsciously remembering the first time she’d been torn away from Chichi and forced to meet with the prince…

“The Prince has asked that you be taken to his room.”

The saiyan had heaved Bulma to her feet and had torn her away forma a screaming Chichi – she’d tried to hold on to one of Chichi’s hands, she hadn’t wanted to leave her friend in this horrible state. Gohan was dead…Goku’s precious little boy was dead and now they were going to take her away from Chichi too. She didn’t want to meet the fable prince Vegeta; she just wanted to comfort Chichi.

“What does the Prince want with me?” She’d asked the smirking guard who had looked her from head to toe and laughed. The very sexual look he’d given her should have warned her what was to come, but although she’d heard things – horrible things - she hadn’t understood quite what it meant.

“I should think that would be fairly obvious even to a weakling human such as yourself.” The guard had stopped in the hallway and had shoved her against a wall, leering over her body and enjoying the look on her face. “Prince Vegeta has been with out female company for quite a long time now, he has needs that apparently you can fill.” The saiyan had burst into rough, barking laughter when he had seen Bulma’s face twist into fear. He’d pulled her away from the wall and had forced her too keep walking, all the time chortling as he’d added; “Don’t worry human, most woman don’t please the Prince for long. You wont last more then a few days with him, then maybe he’ll give you to us…”

Bulma snapped out of her trance as the door to the scout opened with a clang and she heard the thump of boots heading in their direction. Her heart sped up and blood rushed in her ears as she waited for Vegeta to walk in the room…but he didn’t come. Instead two saiyans whom Bulma couldn’t remember ever seeing before entered, arrogantly staring at them both before turning and conferring with each other in quiet voices. Finally one of them stepped forward and addressed them, his emotionless black eyes sliding from Chichi to her and back again.

“His royal highness the Prince Vegeta has asked that you,” He gestured to Bulma. “Be taken to one of his private receiving rooms, and you.” This time he gestured at Chichi and the child she was holding. “Be taken to a lodging room. He shall deal with you when he is finished with Bulma.” The saiyan stared at the child for a moment longer, his eyes zeroing in on the tiny brown tail which could just been seen poking through the blanket. “Who’s child is this?” His voice was surprisingly gentle as he asked and took a step forward to get abetter look.

Chichi drew back slightly, her brow beading with sweat at being faced with two huge saiyans. “B…Bulma’s.” She stuttered, swallowing and quickly handing the child to Bulma who had no choice but to take it this time. The saiyan nodded and gestured for them both to stand and led the way out of the ship while his friend walked behind them – most likely making sure they didn’t try to cut and run, although Bulma didn’t see any point in that. Where would they go? What would be the point in running when they’d only get cornered and punished for being disobedient? She shivered as she realised she was already thinking in the same way as the last time she’d been on board this ship.

They reached Chichi’s room first, and they barely had time for a hug before the second saiyan took hold of Chichi and almost dragged her into the room, shutting the door firmly and cutting Bulma off from her friend. It took longer to get to the private receiving room – they had to catch a lift of some sort and then walk down another two hallways before they finally stood before an ornate door with the symbol of Vegeta emblazoned on it. She shivered as she stared at it, and for the first time since his birth she held the baby – Trunks – close to her.

The saiyan guard scanned his hand on a pad beside the door – upgraded security – Bulma noted, and the door swung open. The guard motioned for her to walk in but Bulma’s legs had turned to jelly. Inside this room was a man who hadn’t just broken her – he’d gone so far beyond breaking point that she was still in pieces from what he’d done to her. Walking through that door and allowing him to tear her to pieces again wasn’t something she wanted to do…but what choice did she have?

Sighing, she stepped forward and swallowed hard as the door swished closed behind her – this time shutting the guard away from her. She stood in the room for a moment and let her eyes adjust to the dim lighting before she even bothered to look around – she knew he was in here too. She could feel his energy vibrating in the room; pulsing like it was a live thing. Slowly she scanned the room and swallowed hard when she caught site of his outline against one of the windows. He was watching her – she could just see the glint of his eyes as he watched her stand shivering before him.

“Welcome back.” He murmured as he stepped forward into a pool of light letting the soft glow wash over his features. He was watching her with an almost hungry look on his face and Bulma felt her legs waver under her as the full force of his personality hit her and she felt those hungry hungry eyes bore into her – devouring her from the outside in. For several minutes they stared at each other until Bulma, sick of the silence, finally stepped forward and forced her mouth to form words.

“This…thing…is yours.” She held the baby out and tried to focus on just breathing properly as the prince advanced on her, his eyes finally leaving her face and focusing on the tiny baby. Vegeta was smiling his dangerous half-smile that made Bulma think of horrible things as he walked closer to his, all the time watching the baby which was sleeping in her arms. When he was within touching distance of her he stopped and reached out a hand to touch the tiny brown tail that had wound itself around Bulma’s wrist without her even noticing.

“He looks strong.” Vegeta muttered gruffly, distracted from Bulma most effectively as he unwound the child’s tail and lifted him from Bulma’s grasp. He stared at the boy for some time until a smirk slid onto his face, and then strode to a wall panel and opened a COM link and barked orders at whoever was on the other line – speaking in saiyanish. Within a moment the door to the room had opened and the same saiyan guard who had walked Bulma to her room rushed in and took the child from Vegeta, bowing and muttering things to the prince in saiyan.

“What are you doing?” Bulma lunged after her child without thinking about what she was doing and whimpered when she found herself locked in Vegeta’s arms. He’d moved so fast she hadn’t even seen a blur of movement – she’d forgotten he could do that; but then she’d forgotten a lot of things about him.

“He is getting his power level tested woman - that is all.” Vegeta slid his hands down her body, enjoying the feel of her small body trembling from his touch. “Besides, I think you and I need to spend a little more quality time together.” The door to the room slid shut again and the crushing silence pressed in on them again.

“No...!” Bulma gasped as Vegeta squeezed her waist roughly and pulled her back into contact with his muscle hardened chest. She tried to hold the tears welling up inside of her to no avail – they slowly slid down her cheeks spurred on by fear. “Please Vegeta…you have me back again. You don’t need to do this now…please…” Her voice cracked as the terror continued to well up inside of. She’d had nightmares about being back in Vegeta’s arms but she’d never actually thought she would end back up in them again; she’d worked so hard to get free…

“Oh, but I want to do this.” Vegeta’s hands slid back up her body, briefly cupping her full round breasts and then very slowly turning her around to face him, all the time keeping her trapped in his arms. He grinned as he saw the fear in her eyes and the tears glistening on her cheeks; very carefully he raised a hand and traced one of the wet trails, touching her gently as though he was frightened of hurting her - creating the illusion that he would take care of her when he would likely do the very opposite. He would break her again and then he would make sure she stayed broken.

“You shouldn’t have left me, Bulma.” The threat was obvious in his voice as the saiyan prince leant in close and breathed in the scent of her hair – hating himself for his weakness and hating her for making him weak. The urge to destroy the source of his inner conflict was strong, but stronger still was the urge to make her his again. His body was tingling from the mere thought of getting her back into bed again, slowly he reached up and took hold of the zip at the top of her coverall and pulled it down – exposing the beautiful body he remembered. A body that was different and yet the same...the light made it hard to see but he was certain there was something different about her…

“Kami…” Bulma breathed raggedly, terrified beyond belief as he stripped her of her clothes. She stood trembling – not knowing wether he was going to beat her, fuck her or force her to perform a sexual act for his pleasure. She didn’t want this to be happening. It couldn’t be happening! Deliberately Vegeta leant close and bit her neck…

“No!” Abruptly she tore herself out of his grasp and bared her teeth at him. “Leave me alone!” She held a hand up to her neck, her trembling increasing dramatically at Vegeta’s inadvertent reminded or what Frieza had done to her.

“Leave you alone?” Vegeta looked taken aback. He glanced down at his hands that were frozen in the air as though he was still holding her and then he very slowly lowered them and blinked as though waking from a dream. “Leave…you alone?” His voice deepened and unexpectedly he tossed his head back and howled with laughter. “It is good to see you still have some spirit left in you - remember all the fun we used to have before you learnt your place?” The saiyan grinned at her. “I will look forward to making you beg me to fuck you again.”

“Fuck you.” Bulma spat at him, covering herself as best she could, glaring daggers at him through icy blue eyes. She would never beg him for anything. Never!

“You will, you will.” Vegeta grinned, stalking forward in a blur and quickly catching her to him. “I was going to be gentle with you, considering how long we’ve been apart.” His voice roughened to a deep sexual growl and Bulma struggled in his arms, remembering that tone of voice only too well. “Now though it looks like I might have to remind you just who the boss is…” He released her and chuckled when she staggered back and collapsed onto the floor.

She glared up at him like an angry cat, hating him with every fibre of her being. “Just get on with it.” She hissed, quickly climbing to her feet and drawing in a deep breath. If she couldn’t fight him then she sure as hell wasn’t going to give him the pleasure of seeing her squirm before him.

“As you wish.” Vegeta approached her again, his tail lashing through the air with excitement. He quickly took her into his arms again, wound a hand into her hair and jerked her head backwards and then, before Bulma could do or say anything, he did something that she hadn’t expected:

He kissed her.

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A/N – What? Me? *Bats her eyelashes innocently* would I leave you with a cliff-hanger? *laughs*