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- 30
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own DBZ
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A/N � This is pretty much the same as the old chapter
32, I simply went through and changed a few things, re-wrote other things and basically
made the chapter a little easier to understand. Sorry about how confusing the
old chapter was, I was simply too tired last night to spell check my work.

~*~

Blank stare

Disrepair

There's a big black hole

Gonna eat me up someday

~*~

Sleepily, Bulma sat up and yawned, stretching
her arms above her head until the joints cracked. She rubbed her eyes and looked
around her, the room blurry and out of focus. It was odd but for some strangeson son
she couldn�t seem to think clearly, her head was fuzzy as though she were on strong
painkillers. Bulma blinked slowly and tried to focus, but it was to no avail,
her mind and her eyes were both refusing to focus clearly. She glanced around
again, trying to find Ilandra, but the child of Frieza wasn�t in the room. Shrugging,
Bulma put Ilandra�s ace dce down to the icejin princess still visiting her
father.

Just as Bulma was sliding from the side of
bed bed and climbing to her feet, there was a slight shift in the temperature
of the room and a low, growling chuckle rumbled out of the dark corners of the
room. She froze, her heart lurching in her chest at the familiar sound of Vegeta.
It wasn�t possible that he was really here was it? The room spun crazily and
she felt her entire body freeze as her worst fears were confirmed; despite all
of Ilandra�s assurance Vegeta had somehow found them.

She couldn�t figure out how Vegeta had found
her; one moment she had been peacefully resting on the plush king-sized bed, surrounded
by the sickening elegance of Frieza�s guest room, and now she was face to face
with the monster who haunted her dreams. He melted from the shadows with all
the stealth and grace of a demonic animal, his tail twitching in excitement as
his predatory eyes swallowed her up.

She couldn�t move, run or even to cry out for
help. The mere sight of him � her torturer, had frozen her.

It was as though everything was happening in
slow motion; Vegeta was staring at Bulma lustily; slowly removing his clothing
to reveal a lean, muscled packed body and tanned skin covered by a fine sheen
of sweat. The musty saiyan scent which Bulma had both hated and feared wafted
through the air, reminding her of all the filthy acts she had performed for
this saiyan royal. She watched, powerless to move, as the Prince�s mouth curved
into a razor blade smile and he took a step towards her, unashamed in his
nakedness. His muscles rippled beneath his skin, his movements graceful and
contained as he slowly crossed the room, eyes filled with dark intention.

Bulma wanted to scream, to fight � to do
anything but stand here and wait for him to take her again. She was both
repulsed by him because of the feelings he aroused in her, and repulsed by
herself for becoming aroused by the thought of him taking her by force. Never
had she loathed someone as much as she did him, but the loathing she felt was
misplaced in a way � after all, she was angry with Vegeta for making her see
the truth; that she was a very sick little girl. He was a filthy beast
who used everyone around him for his own pleasure, while she allowed
herself to be used. He had no morals, no redeeming virtues - he was empty of
emotions by choice, while she was empty of emotions by force.

As these thoughts circled drunkenly through
her head, the barest of whimpers escaped Bulma�s lips as Vegeta reached out a
hand and stroked the curve of one breast. To her shock and embarrassment Bulma
realized that she was standing naked in front of her � unabl mov move in the
slightest and unable to hide the reaction that his touch had sent ringing
through her. His grin widened as he saw fear lance through her eyes, the heady
aroma of her terror serving only to increase his desire for her. It was one
thing for her to feel pleasure at his touch, but it was another thing for her
to fear the pleasure he gave her � her fear practically enveloped him, so
copiously did it scent the air.

�Foolish woman.� He rasped thickly, eyeing
her with a mix of hunger and need. �Did you think you would get the better of
me by running away?� The prince circled around her, his voice harsh and
demanding. He paused behind her and leant so close that his breath brushed
against her ear. Bulma shivered � but it wasn�t in arousal. She didn�t want
this�she didn�t want to have to live her life as a whore. She was stillteenteenager! No girl should have to live like this � being raped by a madman night
after night! She squeezed her eyes shut, a single tear escaping the tightly
closed lid and trickling down her cheek.

When Vegeta pulled her back against his body
Bulma whimpered, and the sound of her fear was enough to send the room crashing
down around her. She spun crazily through a world of images and sounds, memories
of all the horrible things Vegeta had forced upon her � things which she had
accepted helplessly. As Bulma surfaced from the horrors of her mind she came to
the abrupt realization that it hadn�t been real�she�d escaped Vegeta. He was
gone and couldn�t hurt her anymore and frightening as that dream had been, that
was all that it was - a dream. The fear had been real enough, her heart was
still desperately trying to bust free of her chest, but she could feel her body
calming as the dream faded.

~*~

Someday fades away

Like a memory

Or a place that yorathrather be

~*~

As the nightmare of Vegeta shattered around
Bulma, she came back to reality with the crushing knowledge that she�d allowed
herself to become a willing victim of rape. All the time she�d been with Vegeta
she had been fooling herself. She�d never liked Vegeta; she�d never
come to accept what he did to her. The only way that she�d been able to survive
what he did to her why by pretending to herself that she was fine � this
dream had shown he the truth and set her free from the delusions which had
bound her. Now that she was free of him, everything that she�d kept hidden from
herself came rushing back to the forefront of her mind � her terror, her
disgust and her overwhelming fear.

She lay sprawled on the tussled bed where
she�d fallen asleep and slowly curled into a fetal position, crying in great
wrenching sobs, disgusted with herself and what she�d almost let herself
become. Everything around her seemed so distant � the opulence of the room was
isolating rather then comforting�she was alone now with the enemies of her
enemies. She was helpless against the thoughts that assaulted her, because what
Vegeta had done to her was no different to what those slave traders on Earth
had done to her, and she knew it. The only difference was that with
Vegeta she�d forced herself to accept her situation, forced herself to believed
that she could live the rest of her life unloved by anyone and hated by
many.

Curled in a ball, shing ing and silently
crying - it was thus that Ilandra found Bulma when she walked in the room hours
later. For as many seconds as it takes to make an eternity, Ilandra stared at
Bulma, wondering what in all of the universe could make someone cry in such a
heartbreaking manner. Hesitantly, she crossed the room; one hand outstretched
as though she wanted to touch Bulma but was frightened of what might happen if
she did. What if Bulma had heard what her father and she had discussed earlier?
What if her blue haired angel had been roaming the halls and had stumbled upon
their plan to steal her unborn child?

Gods�she didn�t know if she could take it if
Bulma turned away from her and lost faith in their relationship.

~*~

Some place lost in space

Itch in my head, that�s telling me somewhere

Somewhere out there anywhere

I don�t care, get me out of here

~*~

p>

�Bulma?� Ilandra forced herself to speak her beloved�s
name, but it came out in a choked whisper and the crying girl didn�t respond in
the slightest. Ilandra gathered her wits, determined not to think the worst and
repeated herself, this time louder. Bulma jumped, clearly not having heard
Ilandra enter or speak her name the first time, and rolled over, facing Ilandra
with tear stained cheeks and round watery red eyes � her soul exposed in those
mournful blue orbs.

�I let him do it to me�� She whispered
brokenly, tears leaking unheeded from her eyes. �I let him do it to me and I
didn�t even try to fight him�� She choked on her own voice and buried her face
in the pillow, too ashamed to face the one person who had shown her kindness.
All of her fear, self-loathing and inner bitterness churned in her stomach,
making her feel nauseas and heavy of heart.

Ilandra felt her own heart lurch at forlorn
tone in her friend�s voice. She�d never heard anyone sound so empty before �
not even when she�d first gone to the saiyan harem and had witnessed women torn
from broken families sobbing their hearts out; weeping openly for the life
they�d been snatched from. None of the women there, no matter how old or young,
had sounded so�hurt.

She wanted to help Bulma and tell her that it
would be all right�but how could she when she was planning on using Bulma
herselhat hat had she been thinking when she�d allowed her father to convince
her to betray and use her friend? How could she have even contemplated doing
something so barbaric to someone so confused and torn? She loved Bulma � she felt
this with all of her soul!

~*~

If I
could feel

All the pins and the pricks

If you were real

I could pick what's apart

And put it back together

~*~

Feeling tears of sympathy spring to her own
eyes in shame, Ilandra crawled onto the bed and pulled Bulma into her arms,
hugging her tightly to her chest as she struggled to bring her own feelings
under control. She�d never felt so passionately abut someone before. From the
first moment she�d seem Bulma step from the space shuttle, holding her head
proud and high, Ilandra had known that the delicate girl would he her undoing.
Every moment she�d spent with Bulma had been terrible and beautiful � terrible
because she hadn�t been able to even hint to the young woman how she really
felt, and beautiful simply because she had felt such pleasure at being close to
Bulma.

Ilandra breathed in Bulma�s scent and closed
her eyes. Holding someone had never seemed so right � how could she have lived
her life without Bulma? Without meaning to, the lavender haired beauty let her
hands roam down Bulma�s body, following her curves with all of the care and
sensuality that Vegeta had withheld. She squeezed her tiny waist ever so gently
and then let her hands roam higher again, gently brushing her palms over Bulma�s
luscious breasts.

�Don�t cry, gorgeous Girl.� Ilandra whispered
into Bulma�s neck. She flicked her tongue over Bulma�s skin, tasting the
saltiness of her tears and salt, and then moved her head a little higher so she
could nibble on her lover�s ear lobe. �You�re never going to have to endure the
touch of that saiyan again.� Her voice was husky with lust, but unmistakably
feminine, and shivers ran up and down Bulma�s spine.

~*~

This will come true

Help me get through

Into you

Deep

~*~

Her heart hammering in her chest, Bulma
rolled onto her back and twisted her face up so she could see Ilandra lying
next to her, the ice-jin having scooted back a little to allow Bulma some
space. She wanted Ilandra, she wanted her in ways that she hadn�t wanted Vegeta
� the emotions went deeper then merely lust. She had almost given into
Ilandra�s advantages on the space ship after they had fled planet Vegeta, but
she had never quite been able to shake off her fear of the human stigma that
having sex with another woman would bring.o:p>

10.0pt'> Bulma opened her eyes
again � that memory was one that she cherished. The passion that Ilandra ha
arouse in her had been singular; a gentle passion that made things tighten
inside of her at the thought of it. That night she hadn�t been ready, but there
was a sort of electricity in the air now that hadn�t been there before. Bulma
knew that the time was right. She had accepted what had happened with
Vegeta, now she could forget the past, haunting as it was, and move on.

She sat up on the bed,
resting lightly against the mound of pillows at the head of the bed as she
reached down and grasped the hem of her shirt. She pulled the lazy material
over her head in a clean practiced movement, not missing the small noise that
slid from Ilandra�s mouth. Her delicate, fine boned hands slid sensually down
her body, tracing her waistband momentarily before unclasping the fastenings on ski skirt she wore. She lifted her hips off the bed and slid the skirt down, trailing
the material down the length of her tights and calves before pulling it off
completely and discarding in onto the floor.

Ilandra�s crimson eyes
were wide and her cherry lips were parted slightly as she watched Bulma strip.
She could feel her body becoming aroused; her nipples hardening, her stomaching
twisting and her sex becoming moist as she ran her eyes over Bulma�s flawless
pale skin.

Clad
only in a her lacy bra and panties Bulma lazily crawled towards Ilandra, her
movements cat like and graceful as she pushed Ilandra back against the pillows
and crawled up her body until she sat straddling her waist. She traced her
fingers over the silicon material of Ilandra�s dress and smiled slightly as she
ran her hands higher, over the rubbery corset, and found that the corset had
front fastenings.

�How
does this come off?� Bulma asked as she lightly tapped the rubber corset,
unable to make sense of the myriad of criss-crossing straps that held the
corset closed. She tugged half-heartedly at a few of the straps but was unable
to loosen them, let alone unlace them. She glanced down at Ilandra and bit her
lip, �I think you might have to do this for me.�

The
icejin beauty�s lips curved into a smile and she moved Bulma�s hands aside,
then with deft movements her long delicate fingers making short work of what
had appeared to be a very complicated corset in a blur of speed. Once the final
few crisscrossing laces were free Bulma took control again and peeled the two
front halves apart. Under the corset the white silicon dress clung to the
curves of Ilandra�s breasts and the swell of her hips like a second skin.
Without being asked Ilandra arched her back and Bulma slid the corset out from
underneath her, all the time wondering if this was really happening.

~*~

The
air was thick with honeyed lust and with every breath Bulma drew she felt
herself being more and more aroused. She leant down and ran her tongue over
Ilandra�s nipple, which was only just visible under the material of her dress,
tracing the shape of the pinking flesh with the tip of her tongue. The princess
let out a high-pitched sound of pleasure and arched her back again, oblivious
as Bulma buried her face between her beasts and rubbed her face against the
dresses material. A sense of surrealistic calm descended upon Bulma as the
lavender haired woman opened her eyes again and grinned mischievously. She
lifted a hand and slid one finger down the front of her outfit, the razor sharp
nail slicing through the silicon and providing Bulma with a peek-a-boo hole to
view the glowing white flesh beneath.

Without
uttering so much as a word Bulma moved off of Ilandra and watched silently as
she wriggled from the confines of her dress lie a snake shedding a second skin.
The dress lay forgotten on the bed as, with a reptilian stare, Ilandra glided
across the bed on her stomach, her body gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat.
Under the dress Ilandra wore a red g-string so tiny it looked like it was made
of dental floss, but so sexy is made Bulma�s mouth run dry. Her lips parted
slightly as Ilandra gracefully climbed to her knees in front of Bulma and
pushed her flat against the bed, then slid up her body in a parody of the
movement that Bulma had made earlier.

�You�re
so beautiful, I want to make you scream my name in ecstasy.� Ilandra ground her
hips into Bulma�s and slid a knee between her legs, gently spreading them so
she could lie between them. �I want to make you writhe in pleasure while I
taste you.� Her voice dropped lower and she leant down enough to press her lips
against Bulma�s in a slow lingering kiss. Neither of them opened their mouths,
they simply kissed in what was a almost a chaste kiss, yet to both of them the
kiss was so much more then what it appeared. It seemed to both of them that in
that kiss they melded into one being, neither could tell her body ended and the
others began�they simply were.

~*~

Right now

You know somehow

We could take a chance

We could make it

Make it

~*~

When
Ilandra broke the kiss, Bulma drew in a shuddering breath and opened
crystalline eyes to watch as the princess bent her head and ran her tongue over
her nipple through the lace of her bra. She clenched her teeth and swallowed
the small feminine cry she had been about to let slip, instead only a small
grunt of pleasure managed to become audible.

Her
hands, ghostly pale, slid Bulma�s underwear down, trailing it free of her long
legs and letting it drop to the floor. Bulma�s head was thrown back against the
pillows, her eyes closed tight and her hands gripping the bed sheets tightly.
Ilandra moved in again and breathed in Bulma�s scent, then she ran her tongue
over Bulma�s sex, feeling the human�s body quiver and hearing the sharp gasp
that was wrenched from her throat.

She
trailed a hand down and up Bulma�s thighs and then, with the same hand, she
spread Bulma open and pushed one finger gently inside of her, the slick wetness
lubricating her process as she drew her finger out then pushed it in again,
adding a second finger as she bent down and flicked her tongue over Bulma�s
sensitive clit.

Bulma
whimpered, her back arching as every thought except of the pleasure that
Ilandra was giving her left her mind. She felt empty, empty of every thought
and feeling except desire. She clenched her teeth and groaned as Ilandra�s
finger brushed something in side of her that made her body go numb with desire.

~*~

You make me feel

There's a part of me, that I want to get back again

~*~

I come in two

Into you

~*~

Into you

Deep

~*~

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