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Slave	By : vegetagoddess Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 33156 -:- 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 - I MET S SAS SABAT
TODAY! He's the guy who does Vegeta voice!!!! (I actually met Chris Sabat about a month ago - that's how long this chapter has
taken to be written!)

Oh yes, I believe that the
review left by 'Reviewer' did require an author response - by the way, whoever
you are, you cold have told me your real pen name, I'm not going to go spacko at you or anything. Firstly, I'm assuming that you
haven't read the original Don Juan, the Italian play? DJ does several horrible
things in that play with women; he is seductive, but it's in a bad way�I was
trying to be ironic with that comment. DJ uses women for pleasure. I would
defend their characters�but I figure as the fic progresses you'll understand
why they both slip and out of character. Everything in this fic that seems out
of place now will come into play later�I hope >.< I've already changed my
plotline twice!

~*~

The gloomy hallway seemed to billow with shadows as the saiyan
prince took measured steps towards his foe. All his rage, frustration and
embarrassment boiled furiously inside of him, tossing and churning in his
stomach as it ate into his very soul. He wanted to make Brolly hurt, he wanted
to make him hurt as much as he was hug rig right now.

His eyes glowing with rage, Vegeta approached Brolly in a
deceptively casual sauntering gait, betraying little of his pent up rage and
frustration. His mind was swirling with all the new pressures that life had
thrust upon him - becoming king, his engagement to Ilandra, losing his
favourite consort and the discovery that this low level freak of nature
was a super saiyan!

A ferocious snarl crept across Vegeta's mouth and a growl trickled
from his throat. Brolly was watching him approach with apprehension and Vegeta
took some pleasure knowing that the his more powerful
adversary clearly wanted to flee from the situation but was unable to - his saiyan
pride wouldn't allow him to turn his back on his king.

"Prin�King Vegeta." Brolly greeted him with his
unofficial royal title and lowered his head ever so slightly, clearly reluctant
to take his eyes off of him. He straightened to his full height and sighed ever
so slightly. "I believe I know why you've sought me out�"

"Be quiet!" Vegeta hissed, his voice silencing Brolly as
it slashed through the air. He glared viciously at the saiyan guard in front of
him and curled hinds nds into fists. "I don't understand why my father
didn't have you killed�"

"If you'd let me explain�" Brolly tried to interrupt but
quickly shut his mouth with an audible snap as Vegeta fastened ebony eyes
seething with hatred on him.

"Oh don't worry, I intend to hear
your explanation." He crossed his arms against his chest and took another
step towahim.him. "I want to know why you and my father felt the need to
hide your super saiyan status from me!"

As Vegeta ranted the tip of his tail began to twitch and his voice
grew steadily shriller. "I also wish to know why you remained loyal to my
father when you have enough power to easily have defeated him in battle! I want
you to explain to me why I shouldn't fear you trying to steal the throne from
me and most of all, I want to know why you failed to
warn me about Ilandra when you knew she was working with Frieza!"
Vegeta let his arms drop to his sides, his confidence boosted by the looked of
trepidation on Brolly's face as he watched him intently.

"You have to understand, Vegeta, it was you're father who
insisted on all of the secrecy. I wanted to warn you but your father insisted
on keeping you in the dark - truthfully I think he was ashamed that he had
allowed Ilandra to get so close to him without suspecting she had ulterior
motives." Brolly swallowed and prayed that Vegeta wouldn't force him to
defend himself.

He could tell the future king of the saiyan race was spoiling for
a fight, but while he couldn't blame him he didn't want to have to take a
beating and not lift a finger to help himself. The
king had always treated him with respect, but the prince had been raised in
ignorance of his strength and now he, Brolly, was facing the full wrath of a
disgruntled Vegeta.

"What are you saying?"

Vegeta's waspish comment drew Brolly back to the resent and he
reluctantly resumed the conversation. "I'm saying, Vegeta, that your
father was head over heels for Ilandra. Before he discovered that she was a spy
for Frieza he would have given her anything she asked for - in a way he was
more her slave then she his." The legendary super saiyan let out a breath.
"He didn't want you to find out that he was so attached to his whore, I
think he was afraid you'd find him weak."

"Weak?" Vegeta spat the word out in fury. "He falls
for a spawn of Frieza and is afraid I'll think him weak?" He tossed
his head back and laughed. "I don't find the concept weak Brolly, I find
it sickening! If my father were alive I'd have lost all respect for him by now!
Never would you see me becoming so enamored of a
female - especially a slave." The future king scowled. "Slaves are
our plaything, they're our positions, our toys."
He looked up at Brolly, his face darkened by disgust for his father's social
lapse. "You do not fall in love with toys." /p>

"What about Bulma?" Brolly resisted the urge to beat
some sense into the prince's thick skull. "You seemed more then a little
upset when you learned that she had run away with another woman rather then
stay with you." Brolly knew he was pushing it but he couldn't help it -
Vegeta had so little kedgeedge of what the real world was like!

"Bulma was nothing to me." The raven-haired royalty
haughtily tossed his head. "She means no more to me then you do.
Oh, I want her back all right, but not because I'm sentimentally attached to
her. I'm going to find her Brolly and then I'm going to make her pay for even
imagining she could escape from me!"

The intensity in Vegeta's voice and the fire in his eyes shocked
Brolly. It was becoming clear to him now that the prince's feelings for Bulma
bordered on the obsessive. He had no doubt that Vegeta spoke the truth when he
said she meant nothing to him - but he wanted her nonetheless. Bulma had been
the first person who had been a match for Vegeta mentally,
she'd taken all of his abuse and yet had still managed to keep sane.

Brolly looked at Vegeta's flushed features with renewed interest,
seeing for the first time how far removed from reality the future king really
was.

~*~

Surrounded by a million glowing stars threaded across a velvety
black sky, two pale bodies lay entwined on a bed. A single window cast a
silvered glow on them and their pale skin appeared even more translucent then
ever in the ghostly light. Shadows and light played across their bodies, highlight the contours and curves of their near
perfect bodies.

Bulma stared at the ceiling listening to the low hum of the
engines of the space ship, contemplating what would happen to her when she
finally met Frieza. Tangled in the blankets next to her was Ilandra, her pale
skin glimmering in the moonlight. Glancing briefly at the Ice-jin princess, Bulma sighed and rolled to the side of the
bed, a thousand different emotions swimming through her mind.
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