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- 9
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A/N – This chapter is (at this website at least) a combination of chapters 8 & 9. Due to an error I accidently deleted chapter 9 and can't seem to find a way to slow it in. My apologies. Instead you can get a super long chapter with both combined.

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“You’re engaged?” Bulma leapt to her feet as Vegeta entered the room carrying a small gold box.
“No, I’m going to stay single for the rest of my life and never provide an heir to the Saiyan Empire…of course I’m engaged to get married! I’ve been betrothed to Zucchini since I was a small boy.” Vegeta tossed the small gold box onto the table and looked sour again, muttering something under his breath about stuck up prudish Saiyan royals.
Bulma didn’t know what to say for a moment. Vegeta was going to get married; he wasn’t even denying it…
“What will happen to me when you get married? Are married Saiyans allowed concubines?” Bulma twirled some of her hair around a finger as she deliberately tried to look calm.
“Of course we’re still allowed concubines.” Vegeta sounded amused now. “Worried about your future?”
“Well I don’t want to be given to some lowly Saiyan guard or someone who doesn’t know the first thing about pleasure and pain,” Bulma smirked.
“I wouldn’t worry about that. When I get sick of you I’ll just kill you, I wouldn’t sell you,” Vegeta smirked back, and Bulma wondered, not for the first time, if he really would kill her one day.
“What do you think your future wife is going to think about me?” Bulma pouted and tried to look sexy on the couch.
Vegeta stared at her for a minute and then threw himself down next to her. “I think she’ll hate you.”
“Really?” Bulma tried to wipe the worried expression off her face.
“Oh yes, she’s a very possessive woman, and she isn’t going to like the fact that I’d rather sleep with you any day then sleep with her.”
“Really?” Bulma said again as she preened at the unexpected compliment.
“Yep, you see the one time I tried to seduce her she got all prudish and told me that she’d heard about what I liked to do to women and then when we did sleep together on our wedding night she was going to expect me to behave like a normal gentlemen and not like a monster.” Vegeta growled under his breath. “Thank God that all I have to do is get her pregnant, and then I can leave her alone.”
“You really don’t like her do you?” Bulma stared at Vegeta’s face. “How can you contemplate sleeping with a woman when you despise her as much as you seem to?”
“Because I have to.” Vegeta pulled Bulma close and bit her on the shoulder in an unexpected move, drawing blood.
“Ow!” Bulma frowned at him. “What was that for?”
Vegeta shrugged. “I was getting bored. What’s with all the questions? You’re not jealous are you?”
Bulma opened her mouth to tell him no, but she froze…she had to stick with her plan, and getting Vegeta angry wasn’t the plan.
“Yes,” she pouted sexily and looked at Vegeta mischievously. “You’re the only man who can give me what I want. I can’t stand the thought of you leaving me for a woman who wouldn’t appreciate your…talent.” Bulma ran her hands down his chest armor and crawled onto his lap.
“Can I ask what brought on this change? A few days ago you screamed bloody murder if I so much as looked at you.” Vegeta ippeipped his chest armor and tossed it aside. “Though I am grateful for this change, I can’t but wonder where it came from.”
“A few things; for one I can’t escape so I’m stuck with you, and for another…I guess that I really do enjoy what you do to me.” Bulma peeled off the top half of Vegeta’s training suit and ran appreciative hands down his chest. “And maybe I’m just making the best of a bad situation.”
“I’m a bad situation?” Vegeta raised an eyebrow as Bulma began to smirk.
“You’re bad through and through.” She licked her lips and grinned at him. “Lie on your back, and I’ll give you a back massage.”
Vegeta looked at her suspiciously but rolled over. “You’d better not be planning on stabbing me in the back.”
Bulma chuckled but began to rub his tense muscles, trying hard to keep a straight face as Vegeta’s tail und und from around his waist and wrapped around her wrist, urging her to rub his shoulders harder.
“Is this good?” Bulma lent down and whispered in his ear.
Vegeta moaned something unintelligible, and Bulma smiled and kept massaging, slowly working her way down his back. When she reached his lower back she leant forward and gently blew on the back of Vegeta’s neck. Instantly his tail fuzzed up, and he shivered.
Laughing softly Bulma climbed off him. “Feeling relaxed?”
“Yes.” Vegeta’s voice sounded slurred, and Bulma tried not to make too much noise as she realized that the Saiyan prince was almost asleep.

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When Vegeta woke up Bulma was seated at the table hungrily eating some food. Nearby a serving maid who had obviously finished cleaning was watching Bulma with fascination.
“How long have I been asleep?” Vegeta sat up, ignoring the startle squeak from the maid who hastily bowed to him.
“Not long, about an hour, I would have woke you but I thought you could do with some rest.” Bulma indicated the food. “Apparently it’s lunch time.”
Vegeta shook his head to clear it of sleep and stood up, yawning and stretching. “Good because I’m starving.”
Bulma finished eating and stood up. “I’m going to have a shower if that’s alright with you.”
“That’s fine.” Vegeta waved his hand dismissively and began eating.
Bulma walked over to the pile of clothing that was still being neglected on the couch and selected some clothes.

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The warm water of the shower was soothing. Bulma couldn’t even remember the last time she’d washed! She rinsed her hair, wincing as the cuts throbbed across her chest as the conditioner she’d had in her hair trickled over them in the water.
Satisfied that her body and hair were clean, Bulma stepped out of the shower and dried herself off with one of the overly fluffy towel. It felt so good to be clean!
Bulma rolled her shoulders and yawned. She began to dress very slowly in a black, long sleeved shirt and what appeared to be a short, black skirt made out of leather.
She glanced in the mirror, and despite her wet hair Bulma realized that she looked quite good. Her skin was glowing, her eyes were a bright blue, and even her lips looked a little redder then usual. Bulma smiled at herself in the mirror and grinned even wider when she realized that her lips were so red because Vegeta spent more time gently biting them then he did kissing them.
Giving her hair a final shake Bulma opened the bathroom door and sauntered out. The maid was still there packing clothes into capsules, but Vegeta was apparently gone.
As Bulma saw the capsules her eyes watered, and she inadvertently thought of her parents and her home. She missed the all so much!
“Are you alright?” The maid looked up and saw her. “Miss? Is everything alright?”
“Yeah…I just…my father was the inventor of these capsules.” Bulma smiled grimly at the maid. “I’m a little homesick.”
“Were you taken by slave traders too?” The maid looked back down at the clothes she was packing, and Bulma realized they were Vegeta’s and her own. Obviously they were leaving the space station soon.
“Yes. You’re human?” Bulma moved closer to the maid.
“Yes, I’m from Earth.” The small maid tossed her black hair. “I got taken when they first invaded.” The maid sneaked a glance at Bulma again. “You’re Bulma Briefs aren’t you?” Bulma nodded, and the maid continued talking. “I’m surprised the Saiyans don’t have you working in the science wing instead of…” The maid blushed. “Don’t they know that you’re a genius? I can still remember being taught about some of your inventions when I was in school.” The maid looked up again and let out another squeak as her eyes focused on something behind Bulma.
Bulma turned around to see Vegeta lounging against the waltchitching them with a rather angry look on his face. “You’re excused, maid.”
The maid bowed and scuttled out of the room, eager to get away from Vegeta.
“So, you’re father was Dr. Briefs.” Vegeta walked forward a few steps. “The creator of the Capsule Corporation.” Vegeta moved even closer. “Do you know that the Saiyan government has been trying to find you for the last two years? Your parents both died protecting you, as I’m sure you know, but as far as we knew you were dead too. It never crossed our minds that you might have gotten out of the old Capsule Corporation headquarters alive.”
Bulma watched Vegeta warily. She had of course known that the Saiyan government was after her. One of her inventions, a ki enhancer that was capable of increasing the fighting power of an individual, had come to their attention. Her father, who had already lost the capsule technology too them, destroyed the gun and sent Bulma into hiding; he’d died thinking she was safe form the Saiyans.
Vegeta was now watching her with a very large smirk. “I suppose when I get to planet Vegeta I’ll have to hand you over to them…”
“No!” Bulma shook her head. “You can’t give me to your government!”
“I have to, you see we’re in the middle of a war with the ice-jin empire, and we need all the help we can get to win it, and you’re inventions could give us the winning edge.”
“But you can’t just…I’ll…you can’t!” Bulma sank to the floor. This was her nightmare come true. She’d all but put her horrible past out of her mind; why did it have to pop up
“Of course, if you work with us it might be possible for us to work out an agreement.” Vegeta strode forward and nudged her with his boot. “I’m not a complete bastard Bulma, all I ask is for you is to share technology which will save my race.”
Bulma got up off the floor. “If I work with you…you won’t hand me over?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:a>“If you work in the science lab under close supervision and help develop your ki enhancer then I won’t hand you over to them. I’ll have to alert them that I have you of course, but I won’t allow you to fall into their hands.” Vegeta smirked. “And of course with this agreement I’ll still see you enough to satisfy my cravings.” <p class=MsoNormal style=" mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'="">Bulma nodded. “I’ll do it…but you can’t use my technology on my own people.”
Vegeta shook his head. “I can make no promises.”

Chapter 9

Bulma looked away from Vegeta. "I can't believe that you would really do this to me…"
"Do what? Use you for my races benefit? Why not? You're just a whore, nothing else." Vegeta looked at her darkly, his eyes watching as his cruel words found their mark.
"You're right of course. I'm just your concubine, it's not like you care about me. I don't know why I ever thought you might protect me from your people! What was I thinking?" Bulma blinked away the start of tears and looked solidly at Vegeta. "I will not share any weapons information I have if it will be used against my own people. You can torture me, kill me, rape me and I still won't talk."
"You say that now, but if you think I've been cruel so far you haven't seen anything yet. I have some very interesting toys back on Vegeta." Vegeta let his words hang in the air. "But let me put your mind at ease. The weapons you build will be used again Frieza and his army, not against some pitiful human rebellion which one saiyan could crush."
"How dare you…"
"What?" Vegeta interrupted. "Would you rather I said your weapons were going to be used against humans? Well too bad, because they're not! You humans aren't worth that much trouble."
"You're such a bastard!" Bulma spat angrily.
"You already knew that. Now pack up the rest of our things! We're leaving for the planet Vegeta shortly and I don't want to waste anymore time tracking down that maid." Vegeta turned and stalked from the room. "I'll be back to collect you in an hour. I suggest you think over sharing your weapons information with me. It would be in your best interest."
The door slammed shut behind him and Bulma burst into angry tears. "I hate you Vegeta! I hate you!"
She grabbed the rest of his clothing that needed to be packed and roughly shoved them into a case. Her own clothes she folded more carefully with hands that trembled with suppressed rage.
How dared he do this to her! If they put her in a lab and told her to build them a weapon, she'd build alright, but not for them!
Any weapon she ever made would be used against the saiyans - just as her father would have wanted. The saiyans were little better hen savage brutes. A cruel people who took what they wanted by force!
"Frieza." Bulma spoke the word out loud as she finished packing and locked the cases. Her indignant rage subsiding somewhat.
She had heard of Frieza – who hadn't these days? But she didn't know much about him, except that he was of a reptilian race called 'Ice-Jins' and his power alone was supposedly larger then the entire saiyan army combined together.
How anybody could be that strong was beyond Bulma, but apparently Frieza was.
Bulma sighed and lent against the packing boxes. How had this happened to her? How had her life become such a mess so quickly? Had there been a point in time when she could have turned everything around?
If only she hadn't run down that blind alleyway when those men were chasing her! If she'd kept on running straight ahead she might have escaped!
"Too late now." Bulma murmured to herself. "Far too late."
"What's too late?" Vegeta's voice sounded behind her and Bulma scrambled to her feet, her heart hammering wildly.
"You know it's really rude to sneak up on people like that!" Bulma glared at him.
"I wasn't sneaking! I was just…walking quietly." Vegeta surveyed the packing cases and quickly changed topic. "Are ready to leave?"
"I guess." Bulma tried to ignore him as she felt his eyes sweep over her.
"What do you know of planet Vegeta?" He moved closer and Bulma could almost feel his aura vibrating around him.
"Almost nothing, just that it's the saiyan home world." Bulma took a step back, shivering as Vegeta's eyes flashed with the knowledge that he scared her.
"Well, let me tell you a little something about the saiyan home world. For starters the gravity is ten times Earth's gravity, so at all times you must wear this slave collar." Vegeta held up a new slave collar. "It has an inbuilt gravity disrupter so the higher gravity won't kill you."
Vegeta walked around until he stood behind her. He took the old slave collar off her and attached the new one. He rested his hands lightly on his shoulders as he pulled her against him.
"On the planet Vegeta, concubines are common. You will not be ridiculed or any such thing, your position as my concubine will doubtless cause some jealousy amongst other royal concubines. I'm not being vain, the fact is that one day I will become king and you, most likely, will still be my concubine."
"So what?" Bulma jerked as Vegeta kissed the back of her neck.
"That would put you, theoretically speaking, in a position of power. As my concubine you will be showered with gifts, given an allowance and most of all you will have my confidence." Vegeta turned her around ti face him. "There is one last thing I must warn you about. Because you will have my confidence you will find that other, lower ranking members of the royal family may try to seduce you in a bid to learn of my plans and actions. Whatever you do, you must not tell them anything at all. There is a death penalty for unfaithful concubines."
"I wouldn't talk to anyone about what we do, or what you say." Bulma tried to shrug out of his hold. "Is it possible that other concubines may try to hurt me?"
"It is likely that a few may try to arrange your death, but you will be given two members of my elite guard to guard you at all times." Vegeta smirked. "I don't plan on losing my best lay in years."
"Thanks." Bulma said sourly.
Vegeta's hands slid down her arms until they gripped her waist. "You should be thankful, very thankful. There are many women who would kill to sleep with me."
"I bet they wouldn't be so eager when they saw what you were like in bed." Bulma swallowed as Vegeta's hands cupped her buttocks and pulled her close to him, grinding her against his erection.
"Oh, I can be gentle when I want to be. But pain is…special. To have sex without watching my partner writhing in pain first is disappointing." Vegeta lent close and bit her shoulder near where he had cut her the night before.
Bulma let out a harsh moan of pain, surprised when her body tightened sexually at the same time.
"You see? You're learning to respond properly. Pain can be a beautiful and arousing thing when both partners know how to use it properly." Vegeta bit her earlobe hard enough to draw blood and then sucked on the wound. "Don't be mad about me using your technological knowledge to help my people, you said this morning that you couldn't stand the thought of me with another women, surely that must mean you feel something for me?"
"I might be a little attached to you, but don't think I'm going to enjoy being used by you except as a bed partner." Bulma pressed herself against Vegeta.
"So you've accepted being my concubine?"
"I've accepted that I have no choice and that I should make the best of this situation." Bulma pulled back to look at his eyes.
"Spoken like a true concubine." Vegeta chuckled. "Most whores grow to love or care for their masters, but I have the feeling that you're always going to hate me deep down, aren't you?"
"Perhaps." Bulma didn't want to speak anymore. Vegeta's hand was between her legs and thinking was becoming increasingly hard. "Does that bother you?"
"Not at all." Vegeta still sounded amused but there was a roughness to his voice which only appeared when he was extremely aroused.
He pulled the black shirt over her head and growled in excitement when he saw she wasn't wearing a bra. With his free hand Vegeta began pinching her nipples harder and harder, while his other hand continued to rub back and forth over her clit.
Bulma gasped as he lowered his head and bit on a nipple, then moaned when he turned his attention the other breast and applied the same treatment. The pain and the pleasure he was evoking was mingling and intertwining inside of her.
Breathing harshly, Bulma began to tug and pull on Vegeta's formal armour until he took it off. With a look that betrayed how hungry he was for her, he pulled her lacy underwear off. Bulma moaned when she realised he was going to leave her skirt on. Somehow it seemed so erotic to have it on while they played with each other.
Vegeta backed Bulma into the table and lifted her up onto it. He kissed her stomach then bit the sensitive skin there, his body feeling as though it would burst with the heat inside as he heard Bulma scream in pain. Pulling back he realised he had drawn blood again and he smeared the crimson across her skin.
"You're so beautiful." Vegeta pulled her legs apart as she lay on her back on the table and pulled her body towards his. He thrust into her with speed, almost impaling her on his hard flesh.
Bulma tossed her head back and moaned again; her primal screams driving Vegeta on.
He thrust into her hard and fast, one of his hands holding onto one of her legs, while the other found the bite mark on her stomach and began to rub against it, causing it to bleed more.
Under him Bulma moaned in conjoined pleasure and pain and Vegeta felt a surge of deep hunger. Hearing that moan was like magic. The primitive urge to mate was swallowed by Vegeta's need to hurt her while he pleasured her. His mind and his body each demand to be satisfied.
He dug his finger into the big mark and Bulma let out a real scream on pain. Her back arched up and Vegeta continued to thrust in harder and faster. Her felt her contract around him as she shuddered in pain.
He had never felt so out of control. The need to surround himself with pleasurable pain was so overwhelming it overrode his commonsense and drowned out the voice in his head which was warning him not to hurt her too badly.
Vegeta reached down and pulled Bulma up against him as he continued to make fast and furious love to her. She panted into his neck as he wound a hand into her hair and jerked her head back so he could watch her. Her eyes were closed and her lips parted with desire, her hands were gripping his shoulders tightly and with ever thrust into her she moaned a little louder.
Vegeta dropped his hands down to her waist and squeezed the skin. He knew it must have been hurting her but Bulma seemed too far gone to notice. Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave. Her body shuddered and jerked and she clung to Vegeta all the more tighter moaning something over and over again which Vegeta couldn't quite catch.
Vegeta's own orgasm was by far the best of his life. The pleasure washed over him and consumed him. He was aware of his body tightening of his seed spilling into his mate, but mostly he was aware of the pleasure. His skin tingled with it; his body shook with it and for the first time ever in his life Vegeta knew how men could get so attached to women.
They lay together in the afterglow. Bulma resting in his arms, occasionally wincing as some part of her body hurt, but she seemed content. She pressed her mouth against him shoulder and sat up.
"I thought we were leaving in an hour?" Her voice was soft and shaky and Vegeta smiled.
"We were. I guess we'll have to leave half an hour late." He sat up and glanced at her. "Get dressed, we shouldn't waste anymore time."
Vegeta collected his clothes and moved towards the bathroom, his mind buzzing with the awkward knowledge that perhaps he was becoming a little too emotionally attached to the women.
And the knowledge that this feeling he felt for her couldn't last.

A/N – Heh…what can I say? Please review and I'll try and get the next chapter out soon.
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