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*Mabelle*

*Mabelle*
The cold seeped through Belle’s wrist and pelvis…. soothing the pain and making her feel rested. She felt like she was floating in a lake. The water was everywhere: touching her, purifying her, taking away her pain….pain? She struggled to think…why was there pain? Her mind was filled with a thick fog but suddenly the memory of lips on her skin, teeth at her breast, hands holding her down, the intrusion! Belle tried to cry out as she watched herself get raped again…this time she was above her body looking down as King Vegeta used her. The pain wasn’t as intense but still she was watching what happened to her again. Suddenly Belle let out a scream to cover up the silence of her rape and Vegeta’s moans. With that scream Belle actually opened her eyes.
The scientists were all looking at her funny and she quickly began to pull at the little monitors attached to her body. She looked at the oxygen mask and decided not to drown herself as she began pounding on the glass door of the tank with her fists. The doctors quickly opened the tank and Belle ripped the mask off gasping for air as she knelt on the floor. Someone covered her with a robe and Belle looked up to see Wasi standing next to her. Belle felt like crying even more.
\"Come along, Child, you are tired and need to sleep some more,\" she said like she was Belle’s grandmother. Belle slowly got to her shaking feet and walked after Wasi.
\"How long have I been outBellBelle asked as she leaned against the wall for support as she walked.
\"The King left the bedroom at dawn and we came in right after,\" Wasi said and Belle looked out, the sun was at its apex.
\"He was very hard on you.\"
\"Yes. Yes he was,\" Belle whispered as she felt the soreness that the tank hadn’t removed. \"Can I get something to eat?\" Wasi stopped and looked back at Belle. Even thought Wasi was only about four feet tall she still had the look of someone who had once been a queen.
\"It’s already there, Child,\" Wasi said. Belle followed paying close attention to the route they were taking. There was a garden outside of one window and Belle wanted to look at it some more.
\"Alright Child, let me get you some clothes.\"
Belle followed Wasi into the room and towards a door Belle hadn’t noticed the previous night.
\"This is your dressing chamber…all the clothes have been chosen for you. Do you need help getting dressed?\"
\"No thank you, Wasi,\" Belle said as she watched the woman leave. Quickly Belle looked at her….clothes. Everything was skimpy or sexy, the only thing that wasn’t was a single evening dress. She sighed as she grabbed a sleeveless dress that’s skirt went to the floor with two slits at her hips to the bottom. Belle stepped out of the closet and saw a small table for two with a few plates on it. Wasi was no where to be seen and Belle sighed as she sat down and looked at the strange food. There looked to be some sort of vegetable and several types of meat. Belle sighed and began to eat.
***
Belle stood on the balcony and stared down at the garden beneath her as the sun was setting before her. With a sigh Belle turned around and nearly cried out when she saw King Vegeta standing in the door, it looked as if he’d been there for awhile, she had been out here for at least three hours. Belle looked at him, part of her screaming in fear and desiring to run from him and cower in fear. The other part of her was mad, furious even, how dare he stand there as if he hadn’t broken her bones last night!
\"What are you staring at, Little One?\" he asked and Belle looked at him and slowly returned to the railing of the balcony and looked down in the garden.
\"The garden below us,\" she said as she felt him come up beside her. \"And the sunset.\" His tail began to run up her leg and Belle held back as shudder as she turned quickly and headed towards the door to the room.
\"Don’t leave,\" he said and she stopped and turned to look back at him. \"Come here.\"
\"Please….my Lord,\" Belle remembered what Wasi had told her earlier.
*Flashback*
\"Now, Child, there are a few rules you should know if you wish to life longer than tonight,\" Wasi said as she sat on the floor across from Belle.
\"First, you must always address the King as ‘My Lord’. Second, you must do as he says…it is very painful to disobey. Third, you are not to speak unless spoken to. And last, you should not fight when he takes you…you get hurt more doing that. Oh, and don’t ever speak to the King of his last concubine…or his
‘Queen’ as we call her.\"
\"Why not?\" Belle asked and Wasi got an almost evil appearance to her.
\"We just don’t,\" she had hissed.
*End of Flashback*
Belle’s POV
I stared at him as I stood by the door, his black eyes locked on mine and I knew I only had a few seconds before he got mad. I slowly made my way next to him and he smirked as he caught my wrist, pulling me nexthim.him. I shuddered involuntary as he pulled me against his body and he looked out over the garden. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck as he pushed my body in front of his, trapping me between the railing and his body. We were both facing the sunset, watching as the blood-red sun touched the horizon and disappeared behind it.
I didn’t even realize that I was leaning against Vegeta, half-asleep, until he scooped me up into his arm and deposited me on the bed. For a moment I was frightened that he was going to cover me, but he just exited the room. I let out a sigh of relief. He would be back later…of that I knew. I had to wonder why he was out so late though.
 
 
*Raine*
Nightfall came and Turles returned shortly after. Talia had explained to her that he was probably out sparring in the royal training grounds. Raine had learned that saiiyans also had an obsession with power. They fought and trained daily in order to become more powerful. They feared being overpowered, which was a fear she was growing accustomed to.
She had spent the entire day brooding and lamenting over the miserable life she would live, staring out of the window she couldn’t climb out of. There was a beautiful field up ahead, illuminated by floor-lights that aligned the pathway through the field. There were also fireflies in the fields, adding to it’s beauty. But she’d never get the chance to explore the alien garden. She was trapped inside this prison. Forced to live the life of some superman’s whore.
As soon as she heard the soft ‘swoosh’ of the sliding doors, she turned around, expecting to see Talia. Her eyes narrowed in rage when she realized she was wrong. Without a moment’s hesitation, she was on her feet, moving away from her sitting position by the foot of the bed moving backwards; away from her hated ‘master’.
An evil grin slowly curled Turles’ lip, \"I missed you, Little One. Though I don’t think I should say the same about you.\"
She growled, slowly moving back as he began to approach her. She sadly realized that there was nowhere else to go when she bumped into the wall and found Turles’ face inches away from hers. He tilted his head slightly to breathe in her scent before descending to the faint mark newly adorning her neck. His tongue slipped out from between his lips and graced the wound affectionately, earning a shudder from the little alien girl cowering before him.
A wave of pleasure overcame her, as much as she hated and disbelieved. It was like finding an entirely new spot on her! And as she recalled, it was where he bit her last night after he had taken her. She snapped out of her reverie and started pounding against his armored chest. He chuckled and lifted her off of the floor by her waist.
\"Do no fight me, onna. I do not bite…hard,\" he said humorously before carrying her over to the bed.
‘Oh yeah? Explain this mark on my neck then, you little bastard!’ she thought angrily.
Panic filled her senses as they came nearer to the bed and she started struggling harder. With a low, exasperated grunt, Turles turned her around and bent her over against the bed, regardless of her fussing.
\"If this is what I have to come home to every night, I think I should look forward to the end of each day,\" he commented in a sultry tone before bending over her to nip at her neck.
She flinched under the feel of his sharp teeth, struggling again as he held her down. Holding her down by placing his left hand at the base of her spine, he used his free hand to caress her inner thigh. She stiffened and her eyes shut tight. He was going to violate her again. And she’d have to live with this day after day, for the rest of her life. Or at least until she got too old and ugly to look at, then he’d probably dispose of her. She felt a sense of despair and hopelessness, and tears began to form in her eyes.
Turles blinked as he felt her body go limp in his hold. He looked up at her to see a thin trail of water run down her cheek. He released his hand from her back and gently turned her around, wiping away the tears. She didn’t make any move to resist him. She tried so many times already and it got her nowhere. She clenched her eyes tight and turned away from his touch.
‘Please, just get it over with’, she pleaded in her mind.
He could see the fear, the hurt, the despair on her face. He caressed her cheek softly, causing her to open her eyes in confusion. She managed to spot, what looked like, sympathy on his features before he kissed her. It was passionate and fevered and she lost herself in it to a point where she hadn’t realized he’d pulled them both into the center of the bed.
While she tried to catch her breath, she felt his hands tugging at her outfit. He pulled her top off over her head without restraint from her. Granted, he was surprised she didn’t fight him, he planned on taking advantage of the situation and descended upon ample mounds. Her fingers dug into his hair as he lapped, tasted, nipped and kissed her skin.
Why wasn’t she resisting? Why wasn’t she doing anything to stop him?
‘Because you’ve given up. Because you’ve finally let them know that they’ve won’, her mind scolded.
She winced, feeling dreadful. This went unnoticed by Turles as he pulled down her skirt. Her senses returned and she found herself fighting him again, tears forming again. She screamed at him, even though he couldn’t hear.
‘Why are you doing this to me! Just get this over with and leave me alone! You’ve hurt me enough already!’ she turned to her side, bursting into silent tears.
Turles didn’t speak, merely turned her to face him, gently wiping away the fresh tears on her face. A warm smile formed on his face, there was a hint of slyness, but she could actually she good intent behind it. She still didn’t trust him, she still feared him and hated what his people stood for.
His lips captured hers again, he looked deep into her eyes. He said nothing, merely kissed her again. She could feel his knee part her legs effortlessly again. His legs were bare.
‘When did he undress?’ she pondered, though she didn’t think it mattered now.
She let out a silent gasp as she felt him push inside of her. It didn’t hurt. It was a snug fit, but it didn’t hurt. His thrusts were slow, gentle and rhythmic. She didn’t realize she was moaning, of course, Turles didn’t either. His lips ravaged her neck as he continued to move inside of her. Her hands found their way to his shoulders where they held on as he continued to make love to her. Tonight wasn’t about his pleasure. He wanted to ease her pain. He would protect her, shelter her, pleasure her. All he wanted in return was someone to share his bed with, someone to hold in his arms while he slumbered.
He looked down at her with a warm smile. Her eyes were closed, lost in the throes of passion. This was nothing like the night before. He was caught up in the fervor, more concerned about finding some sort of release, even at the cost of hurting her. Which he did. This was some form of apology to her. Though he doubted she would accept it in the morning. His own eyes closed, passion and pleasure consuming him as he took her into the night.