LOST

* Mabelle *

* Mabelle *

Belle’s POV

I opened my eyes as I felt a hand caress my cheek and I stared into the black eyes of Vegeta. He looked at me as he ran his fingertips over my lips and he leaned down looking at me. His musk was heavy and I stayed very still under him. He placed his hands on either side of my shoulders and he leaned over my body, staring at me like he was examining me. I was shocked when his lips touched mine and that bolt of light tha that courses down my spine when ever anyone touches my lips flashed. I looked at him with eyes wide in shock as he began to deepen the kiss, opening my mouth and exploring it with his tongue. The pleasure of the kiss almost caused me to forget who was kissing me. He pulled away and began to pull at my clothing and I managed to find the urge to fight him.

3rd Person POV

Belle’s struggles were useless against the Saiyan Ou and although she knew it her pride kept her struggling and fighting. Still her clothing was removed the the King was undressed as he pulled her towards him. Belle’s eyes widened and she tried to scream but her voice was gone, she looked around and saw on the dresser an empty syringe. The muting drug had been used again and Belle’s eyes filled with tears as Vegeta’s body covered her again. Suddenly the King stopped and looked down at her. He no longer saw the girl his son had given him, but the beautiful goddess he had taken from the same planet. The goddess that he had forced into bed with him every night for three years, the goddess who he sent to the regen tanks every morning in that time. Their eyes were the same blue and their skin the same milky color. His eyes hardened at the thought of his goddess and he growled as he pressed the warm body against his in a tight embrace. Growling as his tail wrapped protectively around her waist. His face was buried in her neck and without thinking he dug his teeth into her soft flesh, marking her as his, with his teeth still embe in in her his thrust into her warm depths.

Belle’s eyes widened as she felt the warmth spreading through her body via the wound on her shoulder and the intrusion in her body. Yet the way he had held her just a second before was so tender. Vegeta didn’t move for a moment and then slowly he began to thrust, deep and hard. Belle closed her eyes as she shook her head, denying what was going on and then she heard it. It was a soft sound but it was there. Belle opened her eyes to see the King’s face above hers. The tears were rolling down his cheeks and then there was a barking sound….a sob? Vegeta’s face was twisted into an expression of pain and Belle wondered what this was about. Then came the waves of pleasure again, against her will, her body found what Vegeta was doing as pleasurable and responded. Soon enough Vegeta howled in pleasure and clutched Belle’s body to him.

Belle was shocked. There wasn’t a bruise, a broken bone, or any physical pain. It was almost as if Vegeta had been purposely careful of her and Belle looked down at his sleeping face. He looked so sad and Belle actually felt pity for him, she didn’t know why but she did. She slowly embraced his neck and fell asleep against his chest.

 
 
 
* Taiji *

Taiji was driving around in her gray compact car when the juggernaut struck. She'd been looking for something to do when she heard all of the noise from one part of the city. She drove ove the the problem area and took in the situation at a glance.

Three strange men were coming from far down the street, destroying buildings with a mere wave of their hands. Frenzied people were running from them in all directions. Taiji hailed one of them from her car window.

"What's going on?" she asked him.

"It's horrible!" screamed the man, who carried a briefcase and wore glasses.

"Don't you see those men down there? It's doomsday! You'd better run for it."

He took a closer look at her.

"Yes, one such as you definitely needs to run!"

"Me? I'm just an ordinary onna," said Taiji. "Why do I need to run so bad?"

The man brought his face closer to hers, as if wanting to relate a horrible secret.

"They aren't here just to
destroy things. I've seen what's been happening-they're looking for women."

"Nani!?"

"Any attractive ladies they can get their hands on are being loaded on to strange ships and taken off the planet. It's like Godzilla meets Master Happosai!"

"That's terrible!" exclaimed Taiji. "What do I need to do?"

"Get out of here," said the man.

"Find somewhere to hide. The whole planet's being invaded-I've seen it on twelve channels! Find some kind of wreck or ruin to hide in! Or better yet, get with the space authorities and hop on the next shuttle."

"It'd take me forever to find the space people. Besides, if the whole planet's under attack, then the
space people are in trouble too!"

"So true," said the man.

"Better start running!" He bowed and was gone like a flash of lightning.

Taiji seized the wheel and turned her car round. Then she drove off at top speed. She'd go to the mountain she loved to climb and hide in its forests; if the invaders were patrolling the highways she'd just hide in the trees alongside there. There were plenty of them. Heck, maybe she'd hide in the sewers...

Taiji was thinking like this and driving along at top speed when half of a totaled building landed in her path. Glass and concrete flew everywhere.

"Waaaaaah!" Taiji slammed on the brakes, narrowly avoiding a collision. She climbed out and took a look. Not even most earthquakes did this kind of stuff...The windows were all shattered, and the ceilings, walls and floors were cracked. The door of the office that she was looking into hung on one of its hinges, and a plant was overturned. She'd have to climb over the building-or through it, judging from all of the damage.

Taiji was so intent on inspecting the building that she did not hear one of the strange invaders land
behind her. As she dropped to her hands and knees, he crept up silently on her. About to enter the building,
Taiji noticed a faint movement in a piece of bn gln glass next to her. She turned round, but it was too
late. The last thing she saw was his fist aimed at her head...

 
 
 
* Raine *

There was silence in the room when dawn came. The curtains drawn before the window dimmed the room. Turles sat backwards on a chair, dressed in nothing but a pair of spandex pants. The saiiyan had decided that he’d skip sparring for the day. His tail swayed in a predatory fashion, his dark eyes fixated on the lone figure lying on ted. ed.
Raine was still and peaceful in her slumber. No worries or fears or pain. She looked beautiful that way, he thought. Her chest gently rose and sank to the rhythm of her breathing as the almost filmy, silk white blankets hugged her nude form like a second skin. Thin rays of sunlight broke through the thin slits of the curtains, forming a net pattern over her exposed skin on the blanket.

Turles eyed her hungrily, his arms folded over the top of the chair, just eyeing her. He would’ve enjoyed just watching her slumber, but with what occurred the night before, he pondered if she’d sleep the day away. With a smirk, he gently slipped off of the chair and crept onto the bed, gently nipping the human girl’s neck and whispering sultrily in her ear, "Wake up, Little One…"

Slowly, her eyes rose from the depths of sleep and light brown eyes gazed before her. Sleep quickly left her as her pencil-tbrowbrows narrowed in anger. Turles couldn’t resist laughing aloud at her sudden change in expression.
"Sleep well?" he asked with a faint smile.

Her scowl deepened and she turned to lie on her back, staring up at the ceiling. He gave a light chuckle. Somewhere deep down, she enjoyed what he did to her the night before. But she’d never admit this, even if the silence serum weren’t affecting her vocal chords.

"I hear you like the fields y hoy home," he said casually.

Silence.

"Talia told me that she had a talk with you yesterday. I think Raine is a very beautiful name," he said.

More silence.

He reed ted that he wasn’t getting through to the girl, so he tried a different approach.

"I’m aware that you tried to escape yesterday as well," he said. Her eyes rose immediately. He smirked, happy that he was finally getting some attention.

"Normally, it is custom that you punish your slave for trying to escape, but I decided agaiit,"it," he said.

She looked at him peculiarly. She didn’t expect to receive any form of kindness from him, though last night could’ve possibly proved otherwise.

"If I remember, today is the third and last day of the silence serum. If you can manage not to disobey me, I might have the medics remove it today," Turles said.

‘Great, now you can hear me scream,’ she thought ruefully, her features saddening before she completely turned her back on him.

Turles’ brow rose. Without a word he started crawling on the bed. Raine could feel movement and quickly turned around to find herself face-to-face with him. She immediately started slapping at his arms, trying to get away, even as the blanket was threatening to slide off of her.

"Relax, I’m not going to hurt you!" he remarked after pinning her to the bed. She panted, still staring wide-eyed at him.

"And I promise never to do so again. Only if you promise to submit to me. Obey me. I will grant you permission to explore the fields, I’ll remove the serum, I’ll buy you any practical thing you want if you swear your loyalty to me," Turles spoke with all honesty.

Raine only frowned, ‘Great. Liberties, but not real freedom.’

Turles was at a loss for words when he saw the look on her face, "What is the matter now?"

She glared at him, knowing she couldn’t speak, ‘You just don’t get it…’

He ran his hand through his hair, growing exasperated. He thought he could improve her mood by granting her a few freedoms. Hell, she’d be getting special treatment only second to the king’s concubine! But no, it only seemed to worsen her mood. He took her face in his hand, frowning and stroking her cheek. He truly felt a strong attraction to her. Her scent was memorized, her body was mapped in his mind. She was his first pleasure slave. His first was partner was a concubine from the palace when he was invited to stay over for a few days. He spent one night with her and never saw her again in the morning. He had never attempted to sleep with Talia because she belonged to his father first. And he just didn’t feel comfortable sleeping with someone who had slept with his father.

Looking at the beautiful creature lying in his bed, her ebony locks splayed and matted on his pillows, turned him on, especially with her pinned beneath him. In an instant, he captured her lips, hungry for the taste of her again.
But she wasn’t submissive this morning. She pulled away from his lip-lock and began to push at his bare chest. She didn’t want this! She would fight him until her last breath! Even if it were all futile in the end, she wouldn’t let him think he had conquered her!

‘Funny, that wasn’t the case last night,’ her mind spoke cruelly.

She wanted to yell ‘shut up’, but thought against it. Turles held her still and looked at her pained expression. She panted, tired from trying to get away from him, though it got her nowhere. That’s when she noticed that the blanket had fallen to her waist. With a muted ‘eep’, she grabbed the ts tts to cover modesty.

Turles chuckled, "I’ve already seen them..."

The way he said it sent a shiver down her spine, especially when he dipped down to nip at one of her breasts. She impishly pushed his head away, covering her breasts by folding her arms over them and blushing profusely.

"It’s amazing. I’ve taken you twice already and yet you still react as if you’ve never been in my arms before," Turles said, earning a glare from the girl. He laughed again. He captured her lips again, pulling her into his arms for a minute embrace before he let her go and climbed off of the bed.

"Talia will be in shortly with a syringe to reverse the effects of the serum. I’m anxious to hear what you sound like," Turles said with a mischievous grin before leaving the room.