• 1-Slave
• 2-Slave Traders
• 3-Sold!
• 4-Whore
• 5-Masochistic
• 6-Beg
• 7-Bleed
• 8-The Deal
• 9-The Demon
• 10-Black Leather
• 11-The Banquet
• 12-Sweet Dreams
• 13-Naughty Boy
• 14-Addiction
• 15-Don Juan
• 16-Protection
• 17-The Spy
• 18-Bondage
• 19-Bad Dreams
• 20-Consider This
• 21-Secrets
• 22-Escape
• 23-Aika Multaa Muistot (Everything Is Nothing)
• 24-Changes
• 25-Secrets
• 26-Heir
• 27-The Return
• 28-Kakarot
• 29-Plans
• 30-Deception
• 31-Deep
• 32-Coronation
• 33-Voices
• 34-Another Layer
• 35-Inside the Temple
• 36-Falling
• 37-Death
• 38-Threats
• 39-Love and Hate
• 40-Technology
• 41-Depraved
• 42-Just A Taste
• 43-Reunited
• 44-Unravelling
• 45-The Second Coming
• 46-An Eternity That Lasted An Instant
• 47-Corrosion
• 48-Love Like Razorblade
• 49-Imorgen Skal Eg Daue
• 50-Kiss
• 51-The Awakening
• 52-The Story So Far! (Synopsis)
• 53-Omen
• 54-Would the Real Bulma Briefs Please Stand Up?
• 55-Broken
• 56-The Day the Whole World Went Away
• 57-Mending What Was Broken

DISCLAIMER: I do not own DBZ
or any of the characters from it.

A/N – A lemon chapter for y’all, albeit a (dare I say)
non-consensual sex scene. Forgive me…

~*~

Bulma
knew she was dreaming, but she couldn’t make herself wake up. What was left of
her rational mind knew that it was the sedative they had given her that had
cast her into this hallucination, but the rest of her mind was fighting against
logic and trying to convince her that everything around her was real.

But
it couldn’t be real.
p>

Although
she was still strapped down on the ice-jin medical table as she had been
moments before they had administered the sedative, the room was empty of
doctors and nurses now. Everything was silent; the only sound that Bulma could
hear was the soundher her own breath as she struggled to breath evenly through
the haze of panic settling upon her.

“Hello?”
Bulma whispered quietly, frightened of the breaking the silence.

Unexpectedly
a husky laugh answered her and Bulma jumped in surprise as she heard loud
footsteps approaching her from behind. She twisted her head to one side to see
whom it was, but was hampered by the straps. The laugh sounded again and,
briefly, she strained against the belts but ceased when she realized they were
too strong to break. Besides, she didn’t need to see who it was to know who it
was. She knew thaughaugh far too well – it was the laugh she was sure the devil
was going to have when eventually she was sent to hell.

“Well,
well, well. What do we have here?” The cold, raspy voicethe the saiyan prince
was colored with amusement as he drifted into her vision, leaning over her with
a smirk on his face as he leered at her.

Bulma
glared at him, too angry to allow fear to freeze her as it had in her last
dream. This time she knew it was a dream, she knew beyond all reason
that Vegeta wasn’t really looming over her – it wasn’t possible, therefore he
was a dream. A hallucination brought on by some sort of reaction with the
sedative. She was damned if shs gos going to be frightened of a hallucination.

“And
why should I?” He easily slithered onto the table and crouched over her, his
hands following the seams of her clothing as though searching for a way in.

“Because
this is my dream,” Bulma rolled her eyes, “so get out!”

“Maybe
it’s my dream.” Infuriatingly Vegeta smirked at her again and stayed
quite solidly in her dream. His hand slipped down her front and under her
shirt, for a moment or two he merely traced the silken skin of her stomach,
then he slowly inched his way upward.

“I’m
going to fuck you know, I just thought you should know.” Vegeta smirked at her,
his eyes darkening with a horribly famillooklook. ”You really shouldn’t have
left, you know. I don’t have anyone to please me anymore.” His voice was like
sandpaper over her skin, grating and harsh without a hint of softness. His
eyes, like two inky black pools, watched her with steely intent as his hand
traced swirls around both of her breasts.

“Please
stop touching me.” Bulma grated harshly, closing her eyes as she fought the
tingles of pleasure that were shooting up her body. The saiyan prince merely
chuckled and allowed his hand to slip lower once more until it was sitting on
her lower abdomen. For a few moments he rested his hand and traced pattern with
a feather light touch, then with a grunt he plunged his hand through the skin
of hr belly and deep into her insides…

~*~

…The doctor held his breath as
Bulma twisted and jerked on the operating table, her eyelids fluttering under
the medical tape that held them shut. She muttered something incomprehensible
under her breath as he lowered the scalpel to her stomach, ready to make tinciincision. The nurses loomed over the body from either side with an assortment
of tools at the ready.

“Nurse,
please get ready with a spreader to hold the incision apart with.” The doctor
motioned at an attractive young ice-jin male who was hovering at his elbow with
spreaders of varying sizes.

Yawning
into his face mask from the sheer boredom of performing such a menial operation
the doctor leaned forward and neatly sliced into the soft skin of the girls
under-belly, completely unprepared for the scream which was wrenched from the
blue-haired teens mouth…

~*~

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…Bulma
screamed as Vegeta’s hand easily slid through her stomach, blood welling up on
either side of it as he forced his hand into her stomach all the way to the
wrist and then slowly pulled it out again. She tried to lift her head from the
table to see the wound he’d made but the straps held her in place and she was
forced to simply endure the horrible pain and the tortuous squelching sounds
without knowing how severe the wounds actually was.

“Stop
that whinging, Woman!” Vegeta barked, lifting his blood soaked hand into
Bulma’s line of sight and then deliberately wiping the blood down one of her
cheeks. She jerked and moaned as the warm wetness was smeared across her face,
the coppery smell wafting into her nostrils. She sobbed silently as some of the
blood trailed down her neck, tickling her.

“This
can’t be happening!” She closed her eyes tightly and strained against the
straps, screaming when rough hands shoved her back down against the cold metal
table. “No! No! This can’t be happening, this can’t be happening!” She sobbed
as she chanted the words over and over.

n lan lang=EN-US
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> “Oh,
but it is.” Vegeta mocked, grinding his hips against hers and letting her feel
how hard he was to be near her again. “This is most definitely happening.”

Laughing,
he set to work on her pants, sliding them down her legs as though the leather
restraining straps weren’t even there and tossing them onto the ground. Vegeta
paused to admire her nakedness and then climbed back onto her body once more,
one hand latching onto her breast and massaging it roughly while his other hand
wrenched down his own pants. His hardness sprang out and eagerly he pressed it
against her inner thigh, reveling in the fear that was coming from Bulma in
waves.

Grinning,
he leaned down and licked the blood from Bulma’s check, cackling when she
twisted her head to one side in revulsion. He lifted a hand to his mouth and
then systematically began to lick the blood off of it, small groans of pleasure
coming from deep within his throat. When he was finished he smirked down at
Bulma and then leaned closer to her so she could hear what he had to say.

“You’re
going to pay for trying to run away from me, whore.” Vegeta spat angrily,
rubbing his hardness against her womanhood. Bulma squeezed her eyes even
tighter and tried to will Vegeta away as she felt him begin to slowly push his
lard length into her. Inch by inch he slid his dick into her body, ignoring her
whispered pleas for him to stop.

“No,
no, no…” Bulma shook her head fiercely, clenching her muscles and trying to
repel him from her insides.

~*~

…The
doctor cursed as the girls body convulsed on the operattabltable and the laser
which he had been using to fuse the lips of wound together slipped sideways and
burnt a small segment of her skin. The girl had been calm since the wound had
been opened and he had been able to implant the second embryo without any
problems, so it came as a surprise to have her yelling and wrenching around all
of a sudden.

The
doctor watched in amazement as Bulma Brief’s back arched and she screamed
audibly, the restraining straps barely being able to hold her down. The heart
monitor sped up as her heart began to race, the noise of that combined with the
noise of the nurses as they yelled out her vital signs being more then enough
to cloud the doctors mind as he tried to figure out just what was wrong with
the girl.

“Doctor!
She’s stopped breathing!” One of the nurses pointed at the machine that was
tracking her breathing patterns. Cursing loudly now, the doctor lunged at the
machine and pulled the emergency oxygen mask free of it, his cursing becoming
more colorful by the minute as he slipped the mask over her face and began to
squeehe phe pump, forcing air into the human’s lungs.

Trying
to ignore the heart monitor as her pulse began to race the doctor concentrated
on trying to make the human breathe, unable to understand what had gone wrong
with such a simple operation. Against his better judgmentglanglanced up at her
cardio-monitor and felt his stomach bottom out as he saw the abnormal spikes on
the graph.

“She’s
going into cardiac arrest!” The doctor tossed aside the mask and stood back as
the cardio team brushed past him, electrode paddles as the ready to shock her
heart back into beating. They crowded around the human, the team leader
shouting out orders as the heart monitor shifted pace into one continuous whine
and the graph abruptly flat lined…