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Slave	By : vegetagoddess Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 33172 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own DBZ
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A/N - This chapter was late. Very Late. Very late indeed. As usual though I was too busy with work
and uni get much writing done on this chapter. I'm going to ask people this
question - would you rather longer well-written chapters that come out less
often or would you rather short dodgy pieces which would be posted more often?
Please review and tell me which you would prefer!

Oh yes, this chapter contains some slight Yuri content - be opened minded
people�girls just wanna have fun!

~*~

Vegeta walked down the long winding corridor with purposeful steps,
his brilliant ebony eyes focused on the tall silhouette that spread across the
wall at the opposite end. Despite the wonderful new power coursing through his
veins, the saiyan prince knew that the saiyan who watched him approach was far
strongest ten him - mind bogglingly stronger.

He was the legendary.

All his life while Vegeta had strived to achieve the level of super
saiyan, the unattainable had been right in front of him in the form of a lowly
royal guard. It was unthinkable to even imagine that a low class saiyan could
be the legendary, but he now had his father's memories and they spoke
otherwise.

Brolly, the saiyan who Vegeta had always looked upon as an inferior
had enough power within him to crush entire planets, hell, if Vegeta was honest
Brolly had enough power to crush entire galaxies.

Brolly was a threat not only to the throne of Vegeta, but also to
the entire saiyan race. What if he decided to turn against the saiyan race and
sided with Frieza in the coming war? Why, the saiyan race would be annihilated
if he decided to take revenge on his father's death - it was perplexing that he
had not already tried to seize control of the throne.

For unfortunately, although Vegeta had the majority of his fathers
important memories, the reason as to Brolly's apparent dedication to the royal
line of Vegeta still eluded him, but whatever the reason, Vegeta was certain
that it wouldn't be enough to prevent him from turning against them forever.

He lowered his head and drew in an irritated breath as, against his
will, his thoughts turned to Bulma. The woman hadn't even been gone for more
then a day and already he was starting to feel a tightness
in his chest when he thought of not being able to come home to her tonight. Her
body was his sanctuary from the harsh court life that he endured at the palace
of Vegeta.

She was much more then just a concubine to him, she was everything he
desperately wanted in a lover - perhaps she lacked something to be desired if
considered for a permanent mate - but as a lover she was perfect.

If only that bitch Ilandra hadn't decided to persuade Bulma to come
along on her little escape mission - not that it mattered really. As
long as Bulma was wearing her collar then he would always be close to her
heart.

The shadowed face of the prince broke into a sly smile for a moment
as he admired his own pun. The slave collar was an ingenious device indeed, not
only could it administer shocks and pleasure to servants but it also served
several other purposes.

For one thing it acted as a power amplifier for weaker species such
as Bulma. This was the reason why Bulma was able to walk around normally in the
gravity of planet Vegeta - because the collar multiplied her ki power by ten.
It also meant that if Bulma returned to planet Earth one day, she would be ten
times stronger then she originally was.

The collar also had a sophisticated monitoring system that tracked
her heartbeat. As long as his registering equipment at home continued to 'beep'
in time to Bulma's heart, he would know that she was still alive. Lastly, the
collar had a tracking device in it, allowing saiyan masters to track slaves who
were on the same planet as them. This was a useless feature while Bulma was in
space, but if Vegeta ever caught up with his favourite toy on a planet he would
be able to track her down and make her pay for leaving him.

Oh yes, he would make her ay for leaving after she had promised him
that she wouldn't. She had played him as a fool and he was going to make her
pay for it - make her pay again and again and again. In fact for the rest of
the woman's life with him he was going to make her regret trying to leave him.

She was his! She should have stayed by his side where she belonged
instead of running away with his father's slut! Now the saiyan race was well
and truly fucked! Not only did Frieza have Bulma, but the saiyans didn't even
have enough of Bulma's blue prints for her special ki gun to actually begin
building one! They were in a useless situation and it was all Brolly's fault for not guarding Bulma!

lasslass=c4>Vegeta's eyes narrowed as he neared the proud saiyan at the end of
the passageway.

~*~

Bulma rested her head against the cool metal grating on the floor
of her room and let out a contented sigh. Finally she was free of vegeta. After all of free planning and scheming she was at
last free of all his deep seeded neurosis.

What she had gone through with Vegeta was something she never
wished to experience again. Not ever. Every minute spent in his presence was a
minute spent on edge, wondering if her next breath would be her last.

But now, now she was free.

Bulma smirked and, setting down a half-empty mug of soothing peppermint
tea, she let her wild blue locks free of the ponytail that had bound them.
Then, shaking her head, she eased her fingers into the tangled mess and began
to unweave the knots in her hair.

"Bulma?"

Ilandra's honeyed voice floated through the air, sending sensual
shivers down Bulma's spine.

Well, maybe not everything was perfect about being in space. She
still didn't entirely trust Ilandra. It didn't matter what the bewitching
female said, there was something in her eerie red eyes that made Bulma's skin
crawl - made her skin crawl in a not entirely unpleasant fashion.

She'd never imagined back on Earth, or indeed on planet Vegeta,
that she would ever be attracted to another woman. There was just something
about Ilandra that has hard to resist. The way her clothing clung to the more
shapely parts of her body, the way her eyes seemed to reflect a red light
reminiscent of the emergency lights on Vegeta's old ship or perhaps it was how
lusciously red and pouty her lips were�

"Bulma!" Ilandra appeared in the
doorway, lavender tendrils floating around her face. Bulma eyes quickly darted
aside and she pushed away from the wall, her arms folding protectively across
her chest.

"What's up?" She tossed her aqua hair over her shoulder
and tilted her head ever so slightly to the aide.

"We're beyond saiyan territory now. Within a few hours a fleet
of my fathers war ships will rendezvous with us to
escort us to the planet Cold." Ilandra inspected her nails and glanced up
at Bulma. "Once we're home you'll be able to meet my father."

Bulma shivered at the tone in Ilandra's voice, nervous tension
flooding her body. "I can't believe it was only a day ago that we left
planet Vegeta, I didn't expected to make it off the planet let alone make it
out of the saiyan territory." Her voice wavered ever so slightly at the
end and Bulma quickly clamped her mouth shut.

What on Earth was wrong with her? Why was she suddenly a nervous
wreck?

Ilandra frowned slightly at Bulma and took a small step forward.
"Are you alright?" She lifted a hand to touch Bulma's forehead.

"Fine! Fine."
The earthling yelped and stepped back out of the changelings reach, sweat
beading on her forehead. "I'm just feeling, you know, a little, uh,
frazzled from everything that's happened."

Silently Bulma cursed herself for her lack of eloquence.

Ilandra took another step forward, quickly covering the distance
between them and placing her hand against Bulma's cheek. "You do seem a
bit hot." The concerned look on her sculptured face had faded and
something else had sprung to light, darkening her eyes. "Perhaps you
should lie down."

Something animal-like slipped across the ice-jins
face, reminding Bulma of the look which Vegeta had often worn before one of
their 'sessions.'

"No, really. I'm fine." Like a panicked
deer Bulma nervously tossed her head and sprung around the predator that had
cornered her, nimbly springing from the room and fleeing down the dimly lit
hallway.

Behind her Ilandra laughed, a tinkling
sound that sent even more shivers down Bulma's spine. There was a faint brush
of wind to one side of her body and then, as though summoned up by some demonic
force, Ilandra appeared in front of her, blocking her path.

Her movement's concise and planned, Ilandra reached out and pulled
Bulma to her, easing the shivering human into her arms and gently stroking her
hair. Her garnet colored eyes washed over Bulma,
catching the confusion and fear that was rippling over her features.

"Are you scared?" Ilandra stroked Bulma's cheek, smiling
faintly as Bulma gave a sharp nod of her head.

"Scared of me?" She questioned again, anticipating
Bulma's nod once more.

"I'm scared of what you're going to do to me." Bulma
elaborated without being asked, her pupils dilated from fear�and perhaps
something else? Ilandra's eyes narrowed with purpose.

"I won't hurt you." The icejin
continued to gently stroke Bulma, using touch to calm Bulma down as though she
were a high-strung animal. "All I'm going to do,
is this�"

As her last word faded onto the air Ilandra leant forward and
placed her lips against Bulma's, her tongue stole out from between her lips to
lick Bulma's bottom lip. Her hands slipped down from Bulma's face, one of them
winding around her tiny waist and the other gently clasping Bulma's back,
pulling the younger woman into the kiss.

With teasing licks Ilandra coerced Bulma into parting her lips and
she quickly dipped her tongue into Bulma's honeyed mouth, tasting faintly the
peppermint tea that she'd been drinking moments ago. The icejin
eyes drifted shut against hill ill as she fell into the kiss, pouring all the
dizzying feelings she had for Bulma into this one explosive moment.

The kiss continued for endless moment after endless moment; until
with a small sigh Bulma's pulled back, confusion evident on her face.

"How I can I�"

"�Feel this for another woman?" Ilandra finished Bulma's
sentence for her. "You're alone in space with me, you're upset and you've
been held as a slave against your will for several weeks now. I'd say that your
emotions are probably doing the Hokey Pokey
with you. Don't question whatever it is you're feeling. Maybe it's real and
maybe it's just the moment�but please, give in to
it."

To empathize the point Ilandra kissed Bulma again and brought her
hands around to cup Bulma's breasts, purposefully dragging her palms over
Bulma's stiff nipples. The small exclamation of breath that escaped Bulma's
lips was pure heaven to Ilandra - for so long she'd waited to hear that sound
from Bulma!

She let her hands drift lower still, running her nails down Bulma's
thigh and squeezing her behind with the other hand. Bulma's head tipped back
and she let out a hiss of breath as she let her eyes drift shut.

"This is all you have to feel�" The ice-jin slid off Bulma's suspenders and slowly began to feel
off the pink shirt beneath.

Some part of Bulma knew that no matter what Ilandra said, Bulma was
always going to be somebody's slave. She was never going to be free again - not
now that she'd had her eyes opened to the real world.

She was always going to have someone taking care of her.

She was born to be a slave.
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