Slave Scream

TITLE: Slave Scream
AUTHOR: Kichi
PAIRING (if applicable): B/V, V/C
RATING: NC-17
WARNINGS: Lemon, Non-consensual sex, swearing, angst, the whole shebangabang.
NOTES: Very AU. Set a few months after Bulma and Vegeta hook up (and in Vegeta\'s past), so before Cell (who I am ignoring as if he doesn\'t exist) I don\'t really know how strong Cooler is, I pretend the two movies Cooler\'s Revenge and Return of Cooler do not exist.
ARCHIVE: www.geocities.com/kichisama666/fanfiction.html
SUMMARY: Cooler wants Vegeta to be his sex slave and goes to Earth to find him.
A/N: Everyone, my apologies for taking forever to post this, my muse withered up and died, but somehow has been resuscitated after a what has it been.. A few months? Gomen nesai!


Chapter 6 - He claims he has his own identity

“Only if you figure out how he can always find me in the first place.”
Bulma frowned for a moment before her eyes lit up in recognition.
“I think I know how.” she said, her expression dark. She sat up from his bed and wiped the tears off her cheeks. She stood and headed to the door, motioning for him to follow.
He rose and trailed after her, drawing closer when he heard her sniffle. She glanced back at him and grabbed his hand. He squeezed gently, and pulled her back to him and caught her in his arms. Try as he might, he couldn’t ignore the anger and resentment he felt. He knew this would happen, sooner or later- he had thought about it mere moments after he had bothered to notice his attraction to her- the moment he began to care for someone they were ripped away from him. His former lord had delighted in destroying anyone he even thought might stir any of the kinder emotions in the Saiyan Prince’s heart. There was never room for love or friendship, it was weakness. Hatred and rage was cultivated under his master’s care and the twisted result was a heartless killing machine.
And now that he was free, now that he had someone who adored him, loved him even- it was all going to be ashes. And he would again be a slave. But at least Frieza had possessed the common sense to let him fight. Cooler had no interest in Vegeta’s raw strength and aggressive nature. All he saw was a little monkey Prince that he could defile whenever he wished. And if he remembered correctly, in the brief time he’d been subjected to that torture, Cooler had plundered his body frequently.

She felt him shiver in her embrace and she felt like breaking down again. As soon as the thought hit her, tears were again seeping from under closed lids.
“Come on.” she said after a moment. Her voice was weak and his head snapped up. She tried to look away but it was too late, he’d seen her tears and was quickly kissing them away.
“Stop, onna, you’ll be fine.”
“Your right.” she nodded. “Because you aren’t leaving me.” she said with a weak smile. He offered a half-hearted smirk in return, he tugged her elbow, and she led him down the hall to her lab.

She held up an X-ray of his skull and spine to his shoulders. Her father had taken them after the GR blew up.
“Do you know what this is?” she asked, pointing to an object lodged between two vertebra. His hand instantly rose to the back of his neck, and his fingers formed into claws as if he meant to dig it out right then.
“It’s a tracking device. It has to be ” he hissed, his eyes dark with hatred and disgust. “You can cut it out, right?” She lowered her eyes and shook her head.
“Look closer.” she said pointing. He saw what looked like tiny wires attaching to his spinal cord. “I can’t remove it. You’d be paralyzed if I even attempted. Our technology isn’t this advanced. There’s only one way to get rid of it.”
“The dragon balls.”

She ignored his argument. He could get them all himself and didn’t need any help, he’d said. She called Goku and told him to get everyone together and meet at CC as soon as everyone was able. Vegeta fumed silently, but was secretly flattered that she was so desperate to help him. No one had ever done anything similar.
Fortunately Goku had already found three of the seven dragon balls on various picnics/training expeditions. That left only four to hunt down. It would take them a day at the most.
Piccolo, Goku, and Gohan were the first to arrive. Bulma ushered them into the living room and her mother was busy piling food in front of them. Vegeta already sat on the floor eating and shooting glares at Bulma’s turned back. She had refused to allow him to leave before everyone got there. She tried explaining to him that they needed everyone working together to find all four as quickly as possible, but no matter how long he remained on Earth, he would never grow used to needing help from others.
She quickly explained the tracking device, much to Vegeta’s chagrin and that Cooler was using it to find him. He felt several curious glances in his directiong, and felt his face grow hot with rage and humiliation. If they only knew the truth of it all.. He shuddered. They only had a short amount of time to locate the other four and make their wishes. Cooler was already on his way.
Tien, Yamcha, and Chao Tzu arrived next followed minutes later by Krillin. She split everyone into four groups and sent them on their way, each with a dragon radar.

The sun had set. Krillin and Gohan had returned with their ball. Tien, Chao Tzu, and Goku showed up moments later.
“All we need is Piccolo and Yamcha’s.” Bulma murmured to herself. Vegeta paced back and forth behind her. He had holed himself up in the gravity room for the better part of the day, but it didn’t seem to have spent any of his nervous energy. She watched him carefully for long moments. She wanted nothing more than to hold him and assure him that everything would work out. But she knew that now was definitely not the time. She would only embarrass him.
“We’re here ” Yamcha cried and landed right in front of her, holding the four-star ball.
“Yamcha, scare the shit out of me later, ok?” she panted, glaring at him. He grinned in response and handed her the ball. She ran to Vegeta’s side, with a grin.
“Ok. Now what should we wish for? Cooler to have an aneurism? The tracking device to be sent to Pluto?” she said, her smile melting Vegeta’s annoyance.
“How about both?” he said and then gasped, his hand flying up to the back of his neck.
“What is it?” Bulma cried.
“Guys He’s here ” Vegeta gasped and fell to his knees, a shudder racing through his body. Bulma gasped and dropped to his side only to be knocked away by a tremendous blow that left her ears ringing and her vision fading.
“Bulma ” she heard someone cry.

“Bulma ” Goku cried as the demonic Ice-Jinn slapped her away from Vegeta. He charged forward, his aura igniting golden but before he could even land a blow the Ice-Jinn disappeared, taking Vegeta with him.


“..wake up, Bulma, please ” she heard someone plead. She recognized the voice and struggled to open her eyes. “...ohan Senzu ” she could barely hear over the ringing in her ears, and as she struggled to open her eyes, she suddenly felt nauseated. A bitter taste filled her mouth and she was forced to swallow or choke. Then everything grew sharply into focus, the pain and vertigo left and she was staring up at Goku. His eyes widened in relief and he ensnared her in a rough embrace.
“Vegeta ” she cried, struggling to get free as memory returned.
“He’s gone, Bulma It’s already over ” She stared at him, uncomprehending.
“We won? He’s ok?” she pleaded in desperation. Goku grimaced and shook his head.
“Where are the dragonballs?” she snapped, shooting to her feet.
“Bulma, I can find him. It’s ok.” Goku tried to assure her.
“But the chip, the chip still needs to be removed Didn’t you see, he’s using it like a stun-gun? We have to get rid of it ”
“The dragon can be summoned at any time.” She heard Piccolo murmur. Goku helped her stand and she glanced around at the various guilty faces.
“He was too fast.” she heard Gohan murmur.
“Why are we wasting our time anyway? Should we be happy?”
“Yamcha Shut up ” she snapped and charged toward the flashing orange spheres. “Shenlon, arise ” she cried. The sky blackened and the balls began to emit a blinding light before they shot into the sky and suddenly the dragon was there.
“What is your wish?”
“I wish the chip in Vegeta’s spine was removed ” she cried. The dragon closed his eyes a moment as he decided wether he could fulfill the wish or not, then replied.
“As you wish.” he said and exploded in a riot of blinding light, the seven dragonballs again scattered.


Cooler smiled down at the sleeping visage of the Saiyan Prince. How long had he waited for this day? It was true that he had his own harem now, comprised of many beautiful and volatile Saiyans that he had found on other planets. They still resisted him, even to this day, but that was what he loved about them. They still had that spark in them, that willful arrogance that made them all the more fun to play with.
He carried Vegeta to his room and lay him on a bed, fitting a collar and shackles on his wrists and ankles and attaching long chains that shimmered in the dim lighting. He then tore all the clothing covering the Saiyan.
“I’ll be back shortly, my dear, when you awake.” he murmured, before rising and walking out the door.


Vegeta’s eyes opened. He took in his surroundings after a moment to stretch and yawn, and what he saw drew a tortured moan from his throat. It had not just been an awful dream. He was aboard Coolers ship and as he looked down and noticed his state of undress, he was completely at the ice jinn’s mercy.
“No..” he moaned softly. It wasn’t fair. After all the misery he’d endured, he’d finally found a measure of peace on Chikyuu, only to have it snatched away by the cold hand of fate. He felt his eyes begin to burn and his throat constrict. He grimaced and swallowed painfully. He would NOT be weak He would swallow the emotions that living on Chikyuu had so easily made manifest. But as he imagined Bulma in their more private moments, and that lovely expression she showed only him, his surroundings began to blur. His eyes snapped shut and he shook his head as if that were enough to end the pain. He heard metal striking metal and felt the heaviness about his wrists and ankles and saw that he was also chained hand and foot. The chains were just long enough for him to move a few feet in either direction. A rabid growl tore from his throat as he began to struggle against his bonds. He kicked his legs and tugged on the chains but only succeeded in hurting himself. The flesh around his wrists and ankles began to tear and bleed as he thrashed. The metal.. Was sucking th chi from his body with each kick. His head fell back as vertigo hit.
Even if he never made it back to Chikyuu, never saw Bulma again, he had to escape somehow.


“Goku, go get him, and bring him back to the house.” Bulma commanded, turning on her long time friend, her eyes swimming with emotion. Goku nodded, not entirely understanding his friends vehemence, but well aware that Vegeta enslaved to someone else only brought out his murderous tendencies.
Bulma felt everyone’s eyes on her, but ignored them, and strode purposefully into the house, she had to be ready with medical equipment, bandages, and dressings if Cooler had done anything horrible to Vegeta. She prayed he hadn’t as she quickly gathered the necessary supplies.


Goku was suddenly surrounded by cold iron. Every tile in every wall was black and polished, but reflected nothing.
“Kakarotto?” a familiar voice gasped. He turned and blushed, seeing Vegeta chained and naked before him. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to find you. We wished the chip away.” He said, refusing to let the scene unnerve him. Had he known.. He shuddered and made his way over to the other Saiyan.
“What are you doing?” Vegeta gasped as Goku tried to break his chains. “He’ll find me again, you fool.”
“He will not. We wished the tracking chip away, didn’t you hear me? Damnit these things won’t break.”
“They absorb chi, you fool ” Vegeta snapped.
“Fine.” he said, clutched Vegeta’s wrist, placed two fingers to his forehead, and they vanished.


Cooler’s tail slowly twitched back and forth when he heard an alarm. The tracking device had been destroyed, and there was only one way possible..
“He wouldn’t ” Cooler gasped and rushed to the Saiyan’s room.


He expected to find Vegeta’s remains, and found nothing, no one, and empty chains. His eyes widened and he falter back a step.
“W-wha? How did he escape?” his fist crushed the communication panel nest to the door setting off an alarm he had installed just for the Saiyan Prince.


Vegeta opened his eyes and saw Bulma. Her eyes lit up beautifully and just as quickly filled with tears. He knew an embarrassing display was imminent and cringed in mortification.
She saw the alarm leak into his features and restrained herself while Goku was in the room.
“Oh Sorry Bulma ” Goku blushed, unaware that Bulma had seen Vegeta naked on many occasions and phased them into the next room. Vegeta dressed while Goku excused himself and returned to Bulma’s room.
“Goku, thank you. I knew it would be too terrible for him to go back-“she smiled warmly as she spotted him.
”I know. I mean, I thought so, he has been better, right?” Goku said, his eyes questioning.
“Very much.” she said with a pleased smile. “I would have missed him, Son Kun. We still argue sometimes. I think we always will, but I really would have missed him. And as far as he’s come, he would have been right back the way he was when he first came here.”
“Or worse.” Goku scowled, remembering the state he had found the older Saiyan in.
“What do you mean, what happened?” Bulma demanded, instantly reading his inner turmoil.
“Nothing, we didn’t even see Cooler.” Goku said, his eyes avoiding hers. She knew he was lying, but could do nothing but nod. “Tell Vegeta, he can come spar if he wants to, if Cooler decides to return though, we won’t have any time. I’ll be downstairs.” she walked to the hall with him and watched him head downstairs before she headed to Vegeta’s room.


His lovely Prince was gone How had he escaped? It was impossible The chip could not be removed without his consent Only his doctors had the technology and only he had the key that deactivated the chip It was impossible! He had to return to Earth. His lovely prince might return the place he’d called home the past two years. And if not, heaven help any who knew where he’d gone, he would tear the universe apart to find him.


He lay in bed, something rather unusual for him considering the time of day, but considering the day it had been, she could not blame him, nor would she anyway had she disapproved. It had been an agonizing week. First Piccolo’s news that had sent him to parts unknown, then he had finally returned to announce that he must kill himself or Chikyuu would be destroyed or allow Cooler to claim him.
Not three months had passed since their first night together. They had been together every night since then, and it displeased her to see him lying in his own bed. He belonged in hers now.
She crawled into bed next to him, and smiled when his jet black eyes slid open and trained on hers. He opened his arms in invitation and she sank into his embrace with a sob of relief. He held her close and she could feel tremors racing through him.
“You know he’ll come back, will you still want me when he has destroyed everything and killed everyone to find me?” he murmured in her ear.
“Yes ” she whimpered in his ear, and pressed her lips to his. His hands slid down the back of her pants and squeezed her soft cheeks as he grinded his pelvis into hers. She moaned eagerly and mimicked his movements, her fingers sought the small scar that had once been his tail and rubbed slowly earning a shaky moan from her prince.
He pulled her hands away and released them to unbutton her pants and peel them off. He then removed her panties and lifted and spread her legs, placing soft kisses down the inside of her leg. She groan softly as his mouth descended on her inner thigh to kiss and bite quickly before his mouth sought her center of pleasure. She gasped as his tongue began to caress her and the quickly increasing pleasure soon had her moaning loudly. He reached up to squeeze he breast and with his other hand began to penetrate her with his fingers. She moaned sharply, her back arched, head thrown back, and eyes squeezed shut. Her hands ran up and down his arm, fingers digging into his flesh, her desire to touch him only slightly sated.
Her nails dug into his arm as her climax neared, and suddenly a long wailing moan hit his ears and he grinned in satisfaction. She sat up seconds later, putting her hand on his chest and pushing him back.
“Let me.. It’s my turn now.” she said, her face flushed and chest heaving. He sat back and she unbuttoned his pants as he pulled his shirt off. He helped her remove the last of his clothing and she leaned forward and swallowed his erection. He gasped, his eyes snapping shut and she began to bob her head, drawing him in and out of her mouth, her little tongue caressing his throbbing length. Her hands ran feverishly over his heated body, feeling him tremble beneath her hands. She moaned in delight at the pleasure she was giving him. She could hear his soft gasps and they were driving her wild, but she wondered how long he would allow this before her flipped her over and fucked her senseless. His hips began to jerk and she suddenly felt his hands in her hair, holding her in place. She groaned and reached down to fondle his sac. He moaned softy and began to pump his hips and moments later she finally tasted his warm seed. She swallowed it and slowly drew away, giving him one last caress of her tongue and then crawled over his prone body and lay down. His arms wrapped around her and his hands began to caress her lightly.
“I’m not done with you yet, onna.” he said softly.
“I know.” she sighed, “I just want to hold you for a little bit.” she ducked her head to hide the tears she felt forming, but he felt her tense and then tremble and frowned. He felt it then, her fear and grief suddenly hit him in a wave. He scowled and hugged her tightly, placing soft kisses on the top of her head, and hating Cooler for wanting him, for wanting to take him from the only happiness he’d ever known.

TBC!