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Slave	By : vegetagoddess Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 33156 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own DBZ
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A/N � Meh, sorry it took so lobut but you�re probably
all getting used to that by now. Feel free to email me and shout insults and
threats � it does kinda spur me on!

~*~

�One
and the same, now and for ever.� The priests voice rung out through the temple,
echoing faintly amongst the pillars. The audience seemed to draw a collective
breathe of relief as the ceremony was drawn to a close. Dutifully the audience
repeated the sacred words, the different accents giving the simple phrase a
rather lilting and mysterious tone to it.

�One
and the same, now and for ever.�

Vegeta
sighed with relief. The wedding had taken almost three hours, for despite his
attempts to speed the ceremony it had proceeded with all the speed of a Terran
tortoise. The seemingly unending droning of the priest had been almost as bad
as the monotonous tone he�d used. Zucchini had trembled the entire time, at one
point he�d been certain that she had been about to pass out and her colour had
faded to a chalky white. She was staring at him now with the same emotions that
he was gazing at her with; fear, repulsion and distaste.

They
turned as one and faced their audience, both fixing emotionless masks on their
faces as they began the slow walk forward, heads held high as row by row the
congregation knelt before them and recognized them as their new leaders. It was
a breathtaking show of respect but, Vegeta suspected, no more then that. He and
Zucchini were not loved by the people as his own father and mother had been,
nor were they as revered or as respected.

Not
yet, anyway.

Vegeta
suspected that once his war plans were unveiled his people would be far more
admissible to him as their leader. Nothing inspired a Saiyajin like war. Their
entire lives revolved around training, fighting and waging wars against other
cultures. In the same way that the humans had evolved to become great artists
the saiyans had evolved into warriors. They were made to fight � driven to it
by their primal instincts.

The
entire audience to their wedding was now on their knees with their eyes
downcast. They had reached the last row of people and now, Zucchini moving
swiftly, turned around to face the lowly crowd. For a moment both he and his
wife watched them warily, then Vegeta stepped forward and flicked his hand
upwards in a rising motion.

�Get
up! You are saiyan warriors! Not lowly servants!� His voice, rough and grating
tore through the temple and the crowd straightened, staring at their knew
leader with confusion. A few of them frowned stupidly, while others were slowly
nodding with understanding.

�From
this moment on your entire lives will be spent readying yourselves for the
inevitable battle against Frieza�s troops! From this day forth every saiyan
will be required to do at least Three hours of training a day!� Vegeta strode
forward and grabbed the nearest saiyan woman. �Look at yourself! You couldn�t
even defeat a human!� He let her go and stood back, frowning ferociously.
Mutters began in the crowd but quickly dissipated as Zucchini also stepped
forward.

�Your
King is right! Our race has become weak! It is no wonder that Frieza has set
his beady little eyes upon our race!� Zucchini took her place beside Vegeta and
looked down her nose at the high-ranking members of saiyan society. �Once our
race was unstoppable!� Mutters of agreement were heard and she continued. �
we
we controlled the majority of the known universe! Our armies consisted of
super-Saiyajins! Unstoppable killing machines that were feared and revered
across the world! Now�now we haven�t seen a super-Saiyajin in several
millennia! All we have our memories!�

�Three
hours of training is will become mandatory! All saiyan will be required to
enlist in the Saiyajin army � any saiyan failing to do so will be punished
according to the old ways.� Vegeta met Zucchini�s eyes and they smirked at one
another with a sudden understanding. Still in sync they turned and strode into
the waiting luxury transporter, the door closing behind them abruptly silencing
the menagerie of emotions that were flowing from the temple.

~*~

Bulma twisted her hair nervously
around her finger, her other hand tapping on her leg as the Ice-jin doctor
smiled calmly at her, shuffling the papers on the desk and trying to look calm.
Next to Bulma, Ilandra was staring straight ahead with an oddly pleased stare,
her heart pounding in her chest as she replayed what the good doctor had just
said.

�Are
you�I mean�could there be a mistake?� Bulma�s whispery voice trailed off and
she cleared her throat loudly before attempting to speak again, her fingers
tapping faster on her leg. �Are you�sure�absolutely sure that the baby is a
saiyan?� Her wide blue eyes pleaded with the doctor to take back what she had
said.

�Oh
yes,� The ice-jin leaned forward and flashed a razor blade smile, �the test was
quite conclusive. It appears that your species, my dear, are able to copulate
with almost every other alien species within the galaxy. It�s astonishing
really, but yes, it is most definite that the child is a saiyan.� The doctor
looked at the paper and then looked back up again, a sneaky gleam in her eye.
�It�s a little boy too, how nice.�

Bulma
whimpered fearfully and clutched her stomach, shaking her head as the whispery
voice laughed manically behind her, insanely pleased with this development. She
opened her mouth and tried to speak but no words would come out. She could hear
a rushing sound in her ears as her heart pounded faster, her eyes rolled wildly
as she imagined what Vegeta would do to her, if he ever caught her, now that
she was pregnant. With a lurching rock the room spun crazily and the rushing
sound in her ears drowned out the voices of Ilandra and the doctor.

�I
don�t want a baby�� Bulma muttered wildly, lowered her face into her hands as
sobs racked her body. �I don�t want it�� Her voice cracked and Bulma began to
cry in earnest, frightened of the tiny life growing inside of her and what it
might do to her.

Ilandra
exchanged a look with the doctor and scooted closer to her lover, wrapping a
concerned arm around her shoulder and pressing her head against Bulma�s
affectionately. She smoothed Bulma�s hair back and snuck a glance at the doctor
again as she began to speak in a calm even voice.

�Its
okay Bulma, everything is going to be fine. You�ll see��

Bulma�s
hear jerked up and her eyes blazed at Ilandra. �No! I won�t see and I don�t
want to see! I don�t want that monsters child growing inside of me!� Her voice
cracked and she whimpered again, shaking her head as tears ran freely down her
skin.

�You�re
just upset Bulma, you don�t mean that!�

�I
do! I do mean it!� Bulma pulled away and rubbed her eyes as her crying began to
subside. She lowered her flushed face into her hands and breathed evenly for a
second or two before she looked up once more.

�You
don�t mean it!� Ilandra insisted. �You wouldn�t hurt a tiny baby who hasn�t
done anything wrong! It�s not his fault that his father is a sadist who gets
off on raping slave girls.� Ilandra�s voice also broke, but with something
other then fear. She moved closer to Bulma again and put her hand on her leg,
gently comforting the distraught mother-to-be. �I�m going to take you to the
med-bay, Bulma. I want you to get check out so we can make sure that you and
the baby are in perfect health.�

Bulma
nodded slowly and sniffed. With Ilandra�s gentle hands guiding her she stood up
and they slowly began making their way out the room. Pausing on the threshold
of the door Ilandra nodded at the doctor thankfully and then continued to
slowly walk her love to the medical bay, a new plan beginning to bubble away in
the depths of her mind.

~*~

Frieza
chuckled as his daughter knelt before him, her glimmering white flesh sparkling
under the throne room�s harsh lights. �So, my daughter, the woman is
carrying the bastard prince�s child.� Frieza waved away a slave who was
carrying a tray of iced delicacies and stretched contently.

�Yes,
my father.� Ilandra straightened from her position and smiled wickedly at her
sire, their fiery red eyes meeting in perfect understanding. �I had her sedated
at the medical bay and the treatment to inseminate one of her eggs with your
seed has already begun. The doctors have assured me that the process is
nitenitely quicker with some of the recent technologies we gained from the
people on planet Ramah��

�Yes,
yes.� Frieza waved his daughter silent and studied her for a minute longer. �So
you�ve decided not to take the child out of her and put it in an artificial
womb? Can I ask why?�

Ilandra�s
mouth twitched and she glanced about the room suspiciously, despite knowing
full well that only insignificant slaves were present. �She�s ill father, I
don�t want to cause any more trauma to her then I have to. It�s enough that I�m
implanting her with another embryo, I don�t want to have to have to put her
through an even more complicated medical procedure.� The princess sighed and
rubbed her forehead theatrically. �When the time comes I will explain what I
have done��

�I
don�t doubt that,� Frieza inclined his head and chuckled before spitting out
his next venomous phrase, �my only concern is what the girl will do when
she finds out what you�ve done to her!�

Ilandra
began to shake her head, �Father��

�Because
if what you say of her current mental state is true she may well turn against
you when she discovers your betrayal.� Frieza moved closer to his daughter and
squeezed her shoulder affectionately. �Not that I doubt your ability to handle
one little girl.�

Ilandra
looked into her fathers blazing eyes and smiled coldly. �Leave her to me, father.
When the time comes she will welcome the birth of both the children, she just
needs a little time to get used to the idea of having them.� She tossed her
lavender hair and stepped away from her father, flippantly shrugging as she continued
to speak. �She is quite young you know.� Ilandra looked around the lavish room
with a feigned interest.

�Yes,�
Frieza slyly inserted himself in his daughter�s line of vision and smirked.
�Zarbon was telling me that she looked like a child. It is concerning, my
daughter, that your tastes in women are becoming younger and younger��

�Enough!�
Ilandra snapped, glaring at her father with an annoyed look on her usually
beautiful face. �Her age is not what attracts me, it is who�� Ilandra trailed
off and made a frustrated sound. �I cannot explain it to you. You wouldn�t
understand what it�s like to love someone.�

Frieza
inclined his head and stepped aside as he let the subject go. �True, I haven�t
been with anyone who I have loved, but I believe I know what you�re talking
about.� The ice-jin yawned and swaggered back to his throne, seating himself
with a small grunt. �All I ask is that when the saiyan child is born you hand
him over to me.�

�Oh
don�t worry, I have no interest in allowing that animal�s child to be
raised by my beloved Bulma.� Ilandra smiled haughtily, bowed swiftly and then
stalked away, her high heels clicking loudly on the polished marble floor.

~*~

A/N
� Not much to say, my chapters always get out late nowadays! Just review tell
me what you liked, what you hated. I myself don�t think my writing style was
very fluent in this chapter. The last scene in particular seemed a little
haps-hazard but I couldn�t seem to articulate what I wanted to write about, so
I guess you get what I did write. Sorry!
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