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Slave	By : vegetagoddess Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 33176 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own DBZ or any of the characters from it.
A/N – Sorry this took so long to get up. I’ve been having trouble getting into mediaminer.org – that and I had a big exam due. Stupid university! This chapter contains a flashback to the original first chapter of Slave that contained rape. Although her flashback doesn’t contain rape it does allude to it.
Thanks to Nikoru and David for beta-reading!
Lyrics: ‘Sweet Dreams’ (Marilyn Manson cover, sorry!)

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Vegeta dropped his ceremonial armor on the ground and yawned as he continued to ignore Zucchini. As soon as he had come back from the med bay this morning she’d latched onto him and hadn’t let him out of her sight.
“Honestly Vegeta!” Zucchini’s voice took on a plaintive whining tone, and he reluctantly turned to face his bride-to-be. “You’re not even listening to me!” she pouted and crossed her legs in what Vegeta assumed was supposed to be an alluring fashion.
He yawned again. “Well if you said something of interest I’d listen to you.” He frowned darkly at her, hoping she’d get he hint and leave him alone.
“I do say interesting things! If you listened to what I said once in a while maybe you’d realize that,” Zucchini angrily snapped, standing up and pacing the room. “All you do is think about her all day – and don’t even try to deny it! Do you know how embarrassing for me it is to have to face all the sniggers of the other Saiyan elitists? They know that you pay more attention to a whore then you do to me, and they’re all laughing behind my back!” Zucchini’s eyes began to water, and she began to sniffle emotionally. “I’m ten times better then her, Vegeta! I’m stronger and more attractive…”
“That’s a matter of opinion,” Vegeta remarked dryly, pleased with Zucchini’s distress. “And if you want to make me happy then either leave me alone or sleep with me. I’ve told you before Zucchini that I have no interest in you or in what you say. The only reason I tolerate your presence is because your blood is almost as pure as mine, and….” Vegeta’s mouth was open as if he was going to say more when there was a sharp knock on the door to his suit of rooms.
Vegeta groaned in the back of his throat and stalked over to the door. He yanked it open with unnecessary force, expecting to see his father or one of the many lords who were constantly trying to gain favor with him.
Instead he saw Brolly.

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“Daddy says that the council of war is expecting Frieza to attack any day now,” Zucchini stated smugly and waited for Vegeta to praise her for her information.
Vegeta rolled his eyes. “I know that you baka onna, I’m on the war council.” He finished buttoning his royal blue shirt and faced Zucchini again who was seated demurely on a chair across the room, her eyes averted from him.
A quick knock sounded on the door, and she perked up brightly. “That must be dinner! I asked one of the guards to bring us something to eat tonight. I thought it was time we sat down and really got to know one another.” Zucchini battered her eyelids, and Vegeta frowned suspiciously.
What was the woman playing at? She was acting as though she was a brainless whore! Did she think he was attracted to giggly, idiotic woman? Was that what she thought Bulma was?
Vegeta frowned as he heard Zucchini open the door and let out a shriek of utter annoyance.
“Hiya Princess!” Vegeta smirked when he heard Bulma’s playful tone. There was something in the way she greeted Zucchini that sounded slightly spiteful – almost as though Bulma had planned to come here and cause trouble.
Vegeta left his cuffs unbutton and stalked calmly out of the room, his attitude cool and collected until he caught site of Bulma lounging against the wall. Against his will Vegeta’s jaw dropped, and he came to a complete halt as he stared at Bulma with eyes that were almost out on stalks.
“Master,” Bulma purred and fluffed her hair up with one hand and pouted at his direction. She very deliberately lowered her head in a gesture of submission and then looked up at him with heated eyes.
Zucchini made another sound of annoyance, and Vegeta tore his gaze away from Bulma, noticing that Brolly and Bardock were restraining a struggling Zucchini who’s blazing eyes spoke of a deep, deep hatred for Vegeta’s royal concubine.
“Leave us.” Vegeta looked back at Bulma, dismissing the guards with a wave of his hand. When they began to let Zucchini go Vegeta snarled at them again. “Take the bitch with you, I don’t want her here.”
For the briefest of seconds Bulma was afraid Vegeta was talking about her, but then Brolly and Bardock dragged the shrieking princess out the door, and Vegeta looked back at her, licking his lips as he stared hungrily at her.
He slowly walked forward and backed Bulma up against the wall, placing an arm on either side of her so that it was impossible for her to escape. He growled softly as he drew in her scent and closed his eyes as he leant in and kissed her, rolling the taste of her around in his mouth as though she were some exotic food.
“I see you’ve recovered from your trauma,” Vegeta remarked softly as he pulled out of the kiss. He stared into her jewel blue eyes and ran his tongue along her lower lip. Bulma shuddered and closed her eyes.
“When I heard that you expected me to be strong I had no choice but to force myself to get over it. I have to do whatever you tell me, I’m your slave.” Bulma opened her eyes and stepped forward so that their bodies were touching. “Of course, if you want to punish me for being weak this morning you’re more then welcome to,” she whispered into his ear, amused when he shivered slightly and let out a harsh breath.
“Do you want me to hurt you?” Vegeta asked hoarsely as he wrapped his muscled arms around her and began to back them towards his bedroom.
“I want you to do whatever you want with me. Any fantasies you want to live out, you can live out with me. If you want to hurt me then go ahead.” Bulma buried her face in Vegeta’s shoulder and smiled smugly to herself as she recalled the outraged look on Zucchini’s face when she’d answered the door.
“I want to make you scream with pain, I want to see your blood,” Vegeta growled in her ear, his voice dripping with the primal animal sound that Bulma only ever heard when he was aroused.

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Hold your head up, movin' on.

Keep your head up, movin' on.

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Bulma could feel the tension in the air as Vegeta waited for her to tell him no or make some sort of displeased sound. Instead she merely pressed herself into him and moaned as though she were being turned on – which she was.
For some reason the thought of having Vegeta using her wasn’t repulsive at all. In fact, if she pretended that it was Vegeta who had raped her back on Earth and not the slave traders the memories became almost tolerable.
Besides, her plan wasn’t going to work if she didn’t let Vegeta have his way. He was a spoiled prince – the only way she’d ever win his heart was to be everything he expected her to be and a little bit more.
Bulma moaned again and wriggled as Vegeta scooped her up in his arms and carried her quickly through into the bedroom. Bulma looked around her with interest and decided that whoever had decorated Vegeta’s room had good taste.
His room had blood red carpets and navy blue walls. The colors should have clashed but somehow they looked good together interspersed with Vegeta’s black furniture. Scattered around his room were several ornate looking black chairs as well as a few tables covered with important looking documents.
All in all it was a very male room, but Bulma got her first real surprise when Vegeta dropped her on his large bed. The ceiling, the entire ceiling, was made of mirrors! Bulma stared up at herself, momentarily forgetting about Vegeta.
“Kinky,” she breathed, looking away from herself and watching Vegeta as he pulled his shirt off and climbed up onto the bed with an animal like grace. Bulma rolled over and faced him, determined to play her role perfectly tonight.
She squealed as Vegeta grabbed her braces and let them snap against her chest. The tiny sting of pain made Bulma gasp, and she scrambled to her knees and climbed on top of Vegeta.
Vegeta caught hold of her waist and steadied her above him. Slowly he moved his hands around to cup her buttocks and gave her rear end a good squeeze. He glanced past Bulma at the mirror in the ceiling and smirked.
“I don’t know whether to watch the front view…” Vegeta looked at her face and raised an eyebrow, “or whether to look at the rear view.” He looked past her again and ground her hips against his.
Bulma gasped and began to slide the braces off her shoulders. Vegeta looked back at her again, captivated as she slowly pulled her shirt off and threw it to one side.
“You’re not wearing a bra,” he remarked, his hands moving around to cup her breasts.
“I’m not wearing any panties either,” Bulma teased. She grabbed up the braces again and twisted them around her wrists so it gave the impression that she was tangled in them. “Help me!” Bulma pouted again, sneaking a look at Vegeta’s face.
Vegeta was looking up at her as though he didn’t recognize her, but there was a pleased look in his eyes as he grabbed hold of the braces and slowly began to pull her towards him. “You’re mine!” Vegeta hissed, “Nobody can save you now.”
Bulma felt a little shiver of fear slip down her spine. She knew Vegeta was only role playing and playing along with her, but she couldn’t help but feel frightened of that animal that lurked in his eyes…

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I'm gonna use you and abuse you.

I'm gonna know what's inside you.

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A/N – Cliffhanger! Mwa ha ha! Want to see what happens next? Then you’ll have to review and patiently wait for the next chapter!
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