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the long road ahead
Machina
By: Kichi
DISCLAIMER: Akira Toriyama created
DBZ and all it's characters. Not me. I make no
money from writing or posting this on
the internet.
PAIRING: Vegeta and Bulma
ARCHIVED:
www.geocities.com/kichisama666/index.html
RATED: NC-17 for M/F Sex and M/M rape
NOTES: ALTERNATE UNIVERSE.
Radditz and Nappa die on Earth but Vegeta is
never able to get away and find out
why, until years later during a skirmish between
Frieza and Cooler. He finds
Earth but almost everything is destroyed by the
jouziningen. Except, of course,
a little blue-haired scientist who finds him after 17 and
18 kick the snot out of him.
Woah.. did I give away too much? NAH!
WARNING: this chapter contains some
non-con (m/m) activity- not full blown sex, but a
little groping.
SUMMARY: Vegeta begins to notice
Bulma.
Chapter 2 - The Long Road Ahead
"It will not hurt so long as you do not resist." Vegeta bit back
a whimper as a
cold, clammy tail
snaked around his thigh and pulled him back against his master.
"You
are
shaking. Is it from fear, I wonder? Or anticipation?" the
Ice-jinn purred.
"You fucking repulse me!" Vegeta choked, bile rising in the back of his
throat.
"Really? I cannot say that I am too terribly surprised. You
are, after all, only a
stupid
monkey. I still cannot fathom why I find you so beautiful.
You know, if I didn't
need you to fight
by my side, I would keep you in my harem permanently. I do detest
these
scars." Vegeta suddenly laughed, but the sound morphed into a
choked gasp
when Frieza
yanked his tail. "What do you find amusing my pet?" he crooned in
the
young Saiyan's
ear.
"Y-you gave me these scars!" hissed. "None of theme are from
combat! They
are all from you!"
"Really?" Frieza sneered, and suddenly his hand was casually groping
Vegeta's
manhood.
The young Prince violently jerked away, but was only able to move about
an
inch before the
Ice-jinn's tail tightened painfully around his thigh. "Then they
suit you
perfectly." the
demon sneered. "They show everyone that you belong to me."
Something
jarred her from sleep. Fear seized her for a moment, as her eyes
darted wildly around the room.
"I'm- N-not
yours.." she heard a weak voice groan. The voice struck her as
unfamiliar and she froze. Then
she remembered.
The
Saiyan. She had found him outside the remnants of the city, just
near what
had once been a national park.
It had been a miracle she'd found him in time.
She glanced
at the bag of plasma at his side and her eyes widened. Every time
she checked, it was empty. His
system was draining them at an alarming rate, and if
luck wasn't on her side she would
soon be out, and she had no clue as to where she
might get a donor besides herself.
He moaned
again, his undamaged arm lifted as if to ward something off, and she
rose from her gurney beside him and
switched on a light.
His features
were twisted in a grimace of pain and his head tossed from side to
side. "Get offa me!" he
whimpered. Her heart suddenly clenched as she realized he
was having a nightmare. She
gripped his shoulders and his eyes shot open. He
gasped and his hand rose to bat her
away. She tried to pull away as his icy fingers
wrapped around her throat, but as
soon as the ragged gasp left his throat, the fear bled
from his features and his eyes
narrowed in confusion.
"Wh-what?"
he mumbled glancing around the room. "What happened?" he tried
to sit up but pain from his broken
ribs forced the air from his lungs and he began to
choke.
"It's
alright," she began, her voice low and soothing. "It was a
dream." His hand
shot back to cover his mouth.
The spasm eased and he drew back a shaking hand,
noting with a frown the flecks of
blood on his hand. Before she could protest he wiped
his hand on the blanket and lay back
with a sigh. His eyes slid shut and soon he was
breathing slowly and evenly.
She shook
her head wondering what had just happened and went to get another
bag of plasma.
"Foolish boy, you are mine and have been since your stupid father gave
you to
me. You are
my servant and my soldier, you will deny me nothing." He gripped the
young Saiyan by
the tail and dragged him near. The rest of his clothing and armor
were
torn to
scraps. He lay naked and trembling before his master. "So
beautiful.." the tyrant
murmured,
caressing the smooth skin of his slave's narrow waist.
"Kiyamur! I would rather die!" Vegeta screamed and received a stinging
slap
across his
already bruised cheek.
"Not until I'm done with you. Not until I've used you to my
satisfaction.
Remember? You are
my slave and you will not die until I say."
His features
were knotted and he was mumbling incoherently again when she
returned. But she didn't want
to wake him. He needed rest. She was short on medical
supplies as it was and she highly
doubted she could get more. Rest was about the only
thing that was going to help
him. She reached out a hand and ran her fingers through
his wild mane of hair, and the gentle
caress quieted him. He sighed softly and snuggled
deeper into the pillows and blankets.
She sat down
on the gurney opposite and watched him a moment before
glancing at the clock. Nearly
four in the morning. She sighed and raked a hand through
her lavender tresses. She
yawned, stretched, and lay down, her eyes closing instantly.
A wailing
cry jolted her from sleep and a loud crash wrenched a frightened gasp
from her throat. She glanced
around wildly in alarm and confusion. A soft moan beside
her drew her attention to a heap of
flailing limbs and blankets. She scrambled off of her
gurney and ran to the Saiyan who was
still thrashing.
"Vegeta!"
she snapped as she tried to unwind the sheets. He froze a moment
and then struggled again, tearing the
sheets in his haste. Suddenly his jagged, spiky
locks appeared and he turned to glare
at her. She took a step back as he growled low
in his throat, his gaze a clear
warning to stay away. He tore the rest of the sheets away,
almost panicked. She reached
out hesitantly, tugged his elbow, and he stumbled to his
feet.
"Come on,
get up." she said, trying to ignore the fine tremors running through
him. She tried to steer him
towards the bed but he jerked out of her grasp and shook
his head.
"I can't
sleep anymore." he said, his voice harsh. She nodded.
"Then it's
couch and TV time." she said with a faint smile. He frowned in
confusion. "Are you hungry?" he
nodded quickly, his eyes lighting up. "Good, but first
let me get these." she said
indicating the IV still in his arm. He sat on an empty chair
and she gently removed the large
needle, covered it with a wad of cotton and taped it in
place. "Alright. Follow
me please." she said and took his arm and headed to the door.
She glanced at the clock and
sighed. It wasn't even six AM.
She led him
through a maze of corridors that looked too similar to differentiate.
Had he not been nearly starving, he
wouldn't have left the medical wing. He'd had
another dream. He couldn't
remember it, but he still remembered the panic he'd felt
upon waking. It still hadn't
left him completely.
He didn't
know what couch and TV time was, but although he did feel amazingly
well, his arm was still broken, his
shoulder was still scraped raw, and his ribs were still
cracked. His lungs had healed,
but any strenuous activity on his part could negate all
that if his ribs broke anew.
They left
the long hallway and he saw a kitchen and a room with a large black
viewing screen on the wall and
several giant, stretched-out chairs.
"Please, sit
here." she said, motioning the large, over-stuffed, ridiculously long
chair. He sat and almost jumped
back out when it seemed the chair would swallow him.
"It's alright." she said with a
half-smile. "It's just really soft. Everybody sinks."
He
leaned back and she grabbed a
hand-held device with many buttons. She hit a red
button and the screen on the wall
flared to life. She handed him the device. "Press
these two to switch the
channels. I'll be right back and then I'll make you something to
eat." she said and left the
room. He nodded absently as he gazed at the screen.
He pushed
one of the buttons and the screen flickered bringing forth a new
image. Finally something caught
his attention.
"- the
destruction caused by these two has already surpassed sixty billion
domestic. -" he switched the channel
and was greeted by a red screen with white
letters. He couldn't read the
language. He pushed the button again and the next
screen was exactly the same except
blue with white scribble. As was nearly every
single one after that.
"I forgot."
the onna's soft voice startled him. "There is nothing on TV
anymore
except for a few news
stations." She walked over to the TV blocking his view, but also
granting him an unobstructed view of
her ass. His eyes widened as he took in her form.
Everything was shaped very well and
in perfect proportion. She began to search
through the cabinets, her rear-end
wiggling enticingly, he felt his cheeks grow hot and
his eyes quickly sought something
else to train upon.
Not now.. He
mentally chided. She had saved his life. For what reason he
had
yet to figure out. The last
thing he needed was to start lusting after someone he was
indebted to. He had to heal,
and maybe get the hell out of there. But- and he was
ashamed to even acknowledge it to
himself- he was afraid to return to space now.
It was a
damn good stroke of luck that those androids had destroyed his scouter.
It had probably broadcasted the whole
fight, and they had done it when he lay immobile,
near to losing consciousness.
Anyone listening would assume he was dead right now,
and that was only too perfect.
He dreaded the thought of anyone coming to search for
him. In all honesty he doubted
anyone would anyway. His demented task master had
hated any deemed weak and killed them
slowly. And those who betrayed him were
treated even worse.
"Here.
You can watch this, you'll probably like this since you fight." she
turned to
him with a sweet smile and noticed
his pink cheeks and dark expression. "Are you
alright?" she asked, stretching her
hand forward to feel his forehead. He recoiled with
an alarmed expression, as if fearing
an attack. "You look feverish, I wasn't going to hit
you." she said, her voice dropping.
"Like you
could hurt me anyway." he muttered.
"Why would I
want to? You haven't given me a reason." She reached out again,
slowly, but he tipped his head back
and swatted her hand away.
"I'm fine."
"You swear?"
she said, the cute smile returning. His eyes locked with hers and
he said nothing for a moment as he
took in her lovely countenance. His features
hardened, but only to mask his inner
turmoil.
"Yes."
"Alright.
I'll go make some food." She turned and headed to the kitchen and
he
forced himself to remain still.
But the desire was returning, he was not even looking at
whatever was on the screen. He
angrily bit his lip and snuck a glance at her cute little
rear and her swaying hips.
Gods was he
being cursed? He was growing aroused just looking at her.
It has
been too long... he thought with an
audible sigh. But the data on this planet showed that
she was extremely fragile, as were
all humans. There was no doubt in his mind that
Saiyans and humans were very close
genetically, but the difference in strength was just
too much. Even if she began to
desire a quick tryst with him, he didn't think it would
happen without her getting
hurt. And had it been anyone else, he wouldn't have really
cared, but... she had saved his life.
The smell of
cooking food was beginning to reach his nose and make his mouth
water. He shook his head in
annoyance. She was cooking for him. He almost hoped
she had some ulterior motive for
helping him, feeding him, and giving him shelter. Then
he could do as he pleased to her
without a shred of guilt.
He forced
himself to turn away and concentrate on the screen.
A hour
passed and he had to admit, he was mildly entertained by the images on
the screen. One human male was
making his way through many opponents. Vegeta
watched the man's fluid fighting
style with interest. So these weaklings had their own
martial arts did they? The
techniques were definitely fascinating. They appeared easy
enough to execute as well. Even
their females practiced different techniques. He
smirked in amusement as a tiny female
beat a man twice her size by using his
momentum against him in nearly every
move by simply waiting for him to attack, and
either striking as he flew past or
dodging out of the way.
Suddenly the
blue-haired onna appeared bearing a large dish of cooked meat
and vegetables in gravy. She
placed it before him with another one of those
breathtaking smiles that left him
flushed and full of desire. But he ignored it as she left
and returned moments later with a
large dish of.. Something.
"What is
it?" he asked, his voice low in her ears.
"It's
rice. You take some meat and vegetables and dump them on top or
right
next to a pile of it and eat
it. It's ok, it's good." She left again and returned with an
empty plate and some eating
utensils. She filled a plate for him and presented it with
another sweet smile. He stared
at her for a moment, his eyes wide and wondering at
her seeming
kindness. "Is something wrong?" she asked after a
moment, her
features distressed.
"Why are you
doing this? What do you expect from me in return?" he said, his
eyes boring into her's. He was
surprised to see the shade of her strangely enchanting
blue eyes to darken like storm clouds.
"I don't
want anything from you!" she hissed, her features contorting in rage.
Only years of training to maintain a
calm facade at all times kept his jaw from dropping.
"Except maybe that you don't kill me
as soon as your able like those friends of yours
would! You're the only person I've
been able to save from them! All I want is for you to
live! I can't let them take
everything and destroy it! If I can stop them from taking one
life that is all I need! You
don't owe me anything!"
His food sat
forgotten on the coffee table in front of him. If she were Saiyan
she
would have punctuated every word with
a blow to the face. And Gods did she look
ready to. Her pale skin was
flushed a delicate pink, her darkened eyes glared
murderously at him, suddenly his
mouth went dry. "Now eat!" she snarled and stalked
back to the kitchen. Moments
later he heard a door open and slam shut viciously.
The fucking
nerve! The absolute nerve of him to ask her such a question! How
dare he treat her like that.
She had been nothing but pleasant to him and he thought
she was doing it for her own
benefit? She lit a cigarette and took a long drag.
From what
little she had learned from Radditz and Nappa's never-ending boasts,
they had conquered many worlds.
They had lived a life of never-ending battle. And
when it came down to it, they hadn't
given a shit about each other. Was he the same?
Or was he just used to the same
indifference? If that was the case then it explained
why he automatically assumed she was
helping him only to gain something from him.
She shook
her head. Maybe she had over reacted. She took a few more
hits off
of her cigarette, flicked it into her
driveway, and went back in.
He had
insulted her. That much was obvious. But he was unsure of
what to do
to make amends. He was also
angered that he'd made it necessary at all. The door
opened and shut again and he smelled
smoke. He sat up straighter and sniffed.
"Onna,
something is burning." he declared loudly.
"It's me."
she sighed, the anger completely gone from her. "I had to smoke a
cigarette, even though I am supposed
to quit, seeing as there aren't going to be any
more soon." His nose wrinkled
in distaste, it smelled too odd. She noticed the empty
dishes. "Are you still hungry?"
He shook his head, eyes glued to hers again. He
cleared his throat, his cheeks
suddenly coloring slightly.
"I apologize
for what I said earlier." he said softly. He frowned as her eyes
widened in shock.
"Wow, you
really must be a Prince." she said with a smile. He snorted,
rolling his
eyes. "And for the record, I'm
sorry I yelled at you. I realized that you must not be
used to people doing things for you
out of the goodness of their heart."
"This is
true." he said, surprised at her insight.
"Then let's
just forget it. Watch TV for awhile longer. I need to
change that
bandage on your shoulder, I'll be
right back." He watched her go, his eyes again
lingering on that lovely behind.
She returned
minutes later and quickly, yet gently, cleaned the still angry-looking
wound on his shoulder. To his
discomfort (and delight) her chest was right in front of
him. Her nipples were standing
proudly beneath the material, causing his mouth to
water. And the creamy skin that
was visible looked tantalizingly soft and smooth.
After
applying some sort of gel to the ravaged flesh, she blew on it causing
him to
jump and his tail to lash. She
taped on a clean gauze pad and then excused herself to
shower.
"I want to
shower." he said before she got even a foot away.
"Well, come
on, we have plenty of spare bedrooms and they all have showers,
you can take your pick." He
rose, holding in a grimace of pain, but she noticed his
features tighten anyway. "Or
maybe you should hold off on that." she added as she
noticed his skin grow a shade whiter.
"No.
I'm fine." he snapped. He saw her expression alter again,
shifting toward
anger. But she controlled it
and nodded.
"I'll give
you the one next to mine so if you need anything you can just pound on
the wall. Not too hard though-"
she said with a grin. "If your as strong as nappa and
Radditz were, I'm sure your hand
would go right through."
"Their
strength cannot be compared to my own. I surpassed them at age
five."
he said with a frown.
"Really?"
Bulma gaped. "That's amazing!" he snuck a quick glance at her and
saw her eyes wide in amazement.
"I was heir
to the throne. I had to be the strongest Saiyan in the empire or I
would not have been born." at that
her features morphed into confusion.
"What?"
"Saiyan
birth's were extremely difficult, few females survived them until we
acquired the regeneration
tanks. They enabled doctors to remove fetus's at an early
stage, place them in the tank, and
grow until they would be born. While in the tanks
they could monitor their ki level and
decide what to do with them."
"Yes,
Radditz told us that was how Goku ended up on Earth."
"Goku?"
"Radditz
called him Kakarotto."
"Of
course. I sent Radditz here to find him."
"Oh.
You know Goku gave his life to kill him."
"Yes."
"He was my
best friend." Vegeta glanced sharply at her and saw her eyes filling
with moisture.
"Well if you
had been taught that emotional attachments only give your enemy a
way to hurt you worse than any
physical attack, then you would not have befriended
him, and would not miss him
now." Vegeta said quietly, finding her tears unnerving.
"That is the
most horrible reasoning I have ever heard." she said softly, tears
streaming unchecked.
"It's what I
was taught, and I'm fine."
"So you keep
insisting, but it's so sad. And you would know that if you'd ever
had one. Who the hell told you
that?" she said, quickly wiping away tears.
"Everyone."
Hot water
eased aching muscles. How odd was it to be able to relax all
day. It
was actually kind of
unsettling. He felt the desire for combat, as always. But
at the
moment he was physically
incapable. That galled him. He wished for a regeneration
tank. It would speed his
recovery by leaps. As it was he had to remain idle for maybe a
week while his broken bones knit
themselves together.
He had the
fiery onna to accompany him, but she was distracting him with desire.
He didn't know how long he could
resist before he broke down and tried to gain her
attention. Gods, but she was
beautiful! It was going to be difficult. And even if he did
fail in his resolve and she accepted
his offer, he was still worried that he might get
carried away and inadvertently damage
her.
He couldn't
do that. She had not been lying when she'd said she only wanted
him to live. She really didn't
expect any form of payment from him. And at the same
time, if the situation were reversed,
he would have let her die without a care. He didn't
know whether he should mock her for
being weak and foolish or respect her. But
without a doubt he owed her
regardless of what she said. His honor demanded it, as
did his pride. To do any less
would be shameful.
But now that
he thought of it, what could he offer? He could promise that no
harm would come to her by his hand,
he wondered if that would be sufficient. He could
really promise nothing else. As
loathe as he was to admit it, he would not be able to
stop those mechanical demons should
they decide to rip her limb from limb. He would
be powerless to do anything.
And he wasn't about to die for her. He wanted to fuck
her, not mate her! Not that he
could anyway. She was human, and he had no desire to
mate anyone. His tail lashed
behind him, sending water flying.
He would
behave himself. He would except what she offered and leave as soon
as possible. Where he would go,
he had no idea. But if he stayed here he would be
constantly tempted by her
beauty. And after awhile even his iron will would break.
TBC...
Alright! Vegeta's checkin' out the
goods! What man can look but not touch forever?
MUAHAHAHA! -Kichi 1/9/05
Chapter 3