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Full Spectrum	By : Ginia Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 2859 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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!!Note!!: This chap needs a Non-Con warning folks...
Special thanks to the Prince's Jewel for beta reading this for me.

Full Spectrum

By Ginia

Part 5

A Natural Reaction

Brietoth
settled back in her chair to see how Bulma would fare against the giddy Saiyan.
She found herself quickly drawn to their interaction with surprising intensity.
The play of powerful muscles across the Saiyan's back � the tight shape of his
ass as he pressed himself against his companion � held her
attention so completely that she nearly missed the ideal moment to restore
Vegeta�s full awareness of his activities.

Surprised
at her quickness of breath, she continued to observe Vegeta�s recovery for a
few minutes longer. Snapping an intercom open the commander ordered a
maintenance detail and guard to attend the Saiyan�s cabin. Almost as an
afterthought she ordered several changes of clothes and a large meal be taken to
the cabin as well.

The
ability of the Saiyan race to consume surprising quantities of food was well
known to Brietoth, and assuming Vegeta got his appetite back any time soon, he
should be more than ready for a meal.

It
was other, lesser known, abilities of the
Saiyan race that the Commander was truly interested in. Their intriguing ability
to increase their power level upon recovery from serious injury was to be a key
point in her planned research.

At
first, when Brietoth heard the suggestion that members of the Saiyan race had
such an ability, she�d dismissed it as propaganda or rumor. However, as a
researcher she had learned that persistent rumors sometimes held a core of
distorted fact, and during her years in Frieza�s service this had been a rumor
that she heard often.

In
an attempt to separate fact from fiction Brietoth had begun to keep records on
the many Saiyans who had the misfortune to end up in the Rejuvenation Centers on
the outposts and ships upon which she had been stationed. These Saiyans warriors
were surly and notoriously uncooperative but their readings before and after
being in the tank required no cooperation from them whatsoever.

Surprisingly,
the rumor had proven true but that basic confirmation did little more than pique
her curiosity. Up until she met young Prince Vegeta she had been continually
frustrated by her inability to do more than simply observe and document the
phenomenon.

Then,
with only a few weeks of Vegeta�s unwilling participation in her research,
Brietoth had finally gotten a glimpse of her goal � only to have Frieza snatch
the prize from her grasp by cutting off all access to the young prince followed
by the destruction of the Saiyan race.

Vegeta
was off limits and all research pertaining to Saiyans was ordered discontinued.

Experimentation
stopped immediately but her record keeping continued. She observed Vegeta�s
companions and attempted to gather what information she could with out
attracting any unwanted attention from Frieza.

The
limited information they gave her was nearly useless. Apparently these few
remaining Saiyans were not only protective of their prince but they also felt
that any information related to their strength or abilities fell under the
heading of private treasure of the Saiyan People and was therefore not a topic
to be discussed.

Brietoth
smiled as she thought of the many �private treasures� of other species that
she had been able to simulate with her implant technology in just the last few
decades. Adaptation of information had always been one of Brietoth�s stronger
talents and the many benefits that could be derived from a species with adequate
research time were incredible.

Some
of the �benefits� of those implants were strictly reserved for the forms she
chose to occupy � including the particular system that allowed her to control
Vegeta�s implants without even laying a finger on his control panel in her OC.
The seemingly psychic manipulation of electronic devices was such a *handy*
ability to have.

Whether
the other recipients of Brietoth�s implants felt they were receiving benefits
or banes was a very different situation. One of Vegeta�s implants originated
with research on a now extinct species that had been known for their mental
abilities related to emotional healing. The basic pain/pleasure contrast was
widely known and used, but only with her implants could the full spectrum of
physical and emotional responses be manipulated.

Once
she had discovered the process that allowed Vegeta to increase his strength she
should be able to simulate the phenomenon so that the ability could be applied
to other select individuals � for a fee of course! Perhaps after it had been
thoroughly tested on others she would even incorporate the ability into her own
future forms to increase their strength as well.

The
potential benefits from her Saiyan research were quite varied.

* * * * * * * * *

Vegeta�s
hands moved rapidly over Bulma�s body trying to coax her down onto the
floor with him. Even in his weakened state his current strength was more than a
match for her. His laughter and teasing lips only made Bulma want to cry in
despair. His attempts to capture her lips with his own were becoming more
insistent, his hands more demanding but all the while his eyes sparkled with an
inner joy.

�Vegeta
� Vegeta please don�t do this. It�s not really what you want�� Trying
to reason with a �normal� Vegeta is bad enough but this was impossible.

�Oh
yes, yes it is,� he giggled as he pinned one of her arms over her head and
rubbed his swelling groin against her now imprisoned body, �I want to feel
your skin against mine, taste our blood mixing together...� He groaned in
pleasure as she began to fight against him, kicking violently in an attempt to
free herself from his embrace, �Yes� this is the battle I�ve dreamed
of��

Even
as Bulma struggled against his increasingly painful touches she knew Vegeta was
not acting out of cruelty or malice; his eyes still shone with happiness and his
voice was always on the verge of innocent laughter. But he was hurting her as he
never had before, treating her as if he thought she was indestructible � or
another Saiyan! Dear Kami! Vegeta was going to kill her and never understand
what he was doing until it was too late!

With
his free hand he grabbed the front of her shirt and tore it from her, shredding
the center clasp of her bra at the same time. His mouth immediately descending
to engulf her mounds, biting hard enough to draw blood as his hand moved down to
rip the crotch from her pants and send his callused fingers questing within her.
Bulma screamed in pain and begged Vegeta to stop. Reaching desperately to claw
at his face, Vegeta only laughed louder, �Yes! Fight me! Gods woman, you�re
perfect!�

Bulma
couldn�t believe this was happening. She was going to be violently raped by
her own husband; the man who loved her and had always treated her so gently.
Vegeta freed his swollen shaft from his constricting shorts and forced his knees
between her legs, spreading her wide before his throbbing need.

�You�re
Hurting Me! Vegeta! Please Stop! Oh Kami, Vegeta Don�t! Please Don�t!!�
Bulma wept as Vegeta positioned himself above her� and froze.

The
happiness shining from his face melted away, replaced by anguished horror as he
looked at his mate on the ground beneath him. Seeing the bruising and scratches
on her body, blood dripping down her sides from his bites � he remembered
everything, every detail of what he had eagerly done to her. Vegeta threw
himself away from Bulma, retching with the realization of what had happened and
what more could easily have happened as a result of his passion!

With
her clothes torn and blood running form the many wounds Vegeta had given her,
Bulma pushed herself against the nearest wall watching Vegeta closely. Whatever
hold Brietoth had held over him had apparently been relinquished � at least
for the moment.

* * * * * * * * *

Vaner
found that for the most part the little boy in his care was a joy to be around
� as long as you remembered to allow for his unusual strength, that is! Little
Trunks seemed to enjoy his time with Vaner as well but now it was getting late
and the sleepy little Saiyan had started to get cranky and was doing his best to
share his infant misery with those around him.

While
Trunks had already made it quite clear that he was not going to settle down
peacefully in the crib arrangement that had been prepared, the Commander had
also made it clear that Trunks was not to be returned to his mother yet.
Vaner�s fellow crewmen had thrown up their hands declaring that this *little*
problem was all his to deal with.

Vaner
finally decided to try something that had usually worked with his own younger
siblings when his family had gone visiting to a strange place. He took the baby
to his own cabin and lay down holding him in the dimly lit room. Humming a
lullaby from his home world and gently rubbing the baby�s back, Vaner held the
child until sleep finally gave them both peace.

Worried
thoughts filtered through Vaner�s mind as he watched the sleeping baby. He had
been part of Commander Brietoth�s crew for about two years and there was no
doubt that her research methods were valid. The results she achieved attested to
that. But still� the thought of those methods being applied to the tiny child
he now held was anything but pleasant.

Perhaps
the Commander would be satisfied with the saiyan adults as research subjects �
or the youth could probably give her better results than the baby if she really
needed a young specimen � but, ah hell� he thought, the infant was already
scheduled for implant surgery mid-day tomorrow. Vaner sighed and tried to focus
his thoughts. The creature in his arms was a *Saiyan*, the last of a race
of creatures born and bred to be killing machines. And he had better start
remembering that unless he wanted the Commander�s attentions turned towards
himself.

Vaner
shifted Trunks so that the baby wouldn�t fall off the bed during the night and
settled himself in to sleep with his young charge.

* * * * * * * * *

Neither
one said a word as Vegeta slowly pulled himself to stand leaning against the
wall near the cabin door. His own clothes already adjusted he spoke to Bulma
without looking at her. �Get into the bathroom and clean yourself up. Stay in
there. I don�t want you out here.� Vegeta�s voice was a whispered growl,
his disgust and shame dripping off his every word.

�Vegeta,
I�m OK� really� Bulma�s words were met with only Vegeta�s icy silence
and stiff back. �I�uh, Vegeta� it�s not your fault� that monster
Brietoth made you do it� I understand--�

Roaring
in fury, Vegeta turned to face Bulma. �Woman Shut Up! You *understand*
nothing! Brietoth *�made�* me do NOTHING!! Everything I did �
I wanted to do! Do you *understand* that? Do you *understand*
you should be dead right now?! Do you want to die?! Then GO! Do as I told you!
GO!!�

Faced
with his rage and confused by his words Bulma found herself with nothing to say.
For the first time in nearly three years she was truly afraid of Vegeta.
Climbing to her feet Bulma almost ran the few steps into the bathroom, slamming
the door behind her. She sat and wept for the pain in her body and the pain in
her soul. Vegeta was right � she really didn�t understand what was going on.

* * * * * * * * *

Vegeta
moved slowly to sit on the edge of the bed. When he reached to wipe the sweat
from his forehead he was surprised to see his hand trembling. Clenching his
hands into fists he growled then stopped, took a deep breath and attempted to
order his thoughts.

�Brietoth!�
He finally called out to the air of his room, �Brietoth! I want to speak to
you!� Vegeta had no doubt that his room was being monitored and the idea that
he was being ignored only added to his anger. �Damn You Brietoth!! Answer
Me!!�

At
that moment the cabin door slid open admitting three crewmen. Vegeta stood and
moved aside as the armed member of the trio motioned him to the far wall of the
small cabin. His sensitive nose immediately identified the contents of the
covered tray being carried into the room and although his stomach began to
clench in hunger, he did not allow himself to do more than glance at the crewman
depositing the tray and a stack of clothing on the foot of the bed.

While
the armed guard held his weapon aimed at Vegeta�s chest, his two companions
efficiently cleared away all traces of blood and bile from the cabin floor. As
the crewmen withdrew Vegeta finally broke the silence, �Where�s Brietoth? I
want to talk to her.�

Hesitating
only briefly in the doorway the armed crewman stated that the Commander had
retired for the evening and suggested Vegeta save whatever questions he had for
the morning. Securely locking the door behind min, the crewmen left Vegeta alone
once more.

Vegeta
remained where he stood with his feet apart, his arms crossed over his chest and
his chin lowered in concentration. Brietoth was still observing the cabin, he
was sure of it. He had felt her eyes track his movements earlier and that same
cold sensation was with him now. She was waiting for something � but what?

A
distant memory of his earliest encounters with Brietoth returned and Vegeta
suddenly realized what Brietoth wanted. His 'respect'. With an angry hiss Vegeta
began to speak in as calm a voice as he could force from his lips.

�Alright
Brietoth, you�ve made your point. I would like to speak with you � *�Please�*.

A
soft laugh rang out at Vegeta�s request, �Why certainly Prince Vegeta!
I�ll be with you in just a few minutes.�

Pacing
near the cabin door Vegeta glanced towards the closed bathroom door and the
quiet sounds of Bulma�s tears. As long as Brietoth could simply eliminate his
self-control Bulma would be in more danger with him than anywhere else on this
ship

And
if Brietoth had other ways to influence his behavior�

Brietoth
had been correct � Vegeta would have preferred pain as his earlier punishment.

* * * * * * * * *

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Full Spectrum

Full Spectrum

By Ginia

Part 5A Natural Reaction

Part 5

A Natural Reaction