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It was dark, late that summer night when a white slash of light pierced through the pitch black sky, the city lights filtering through the thick pollution giving the base of that black an orange cast. A rumbling was heard that was so thunderous in its volume, that only a high pitched whining pierced through the raucous din of Satan City.

It crashed, a white spherical ship, with only one porthole, and no legs or rocket propulsion to stop it from sinking deep into the earth overlooking the city. An impact crater made a wide dent in the earth where the alien ship had landed. The dust rose, then slowly settled as the interior mechanisms hummed and clicked.

The hatch hissed, and slowly opened. A hand reached out, and thrust it up impatiently, pushing the door back on it's springs. He stretched to his full height, a black haired, black eyed man with pale skin dappled with dried blood, and scratches. This was an alien samurai of the future; a man of a stocky stature completely hard with muscle beneath his metallic gold, and ivory garments. His form fitting blue pants were partially stained purple in places, and ripped out at the knees.

A brown, furry tail unwound from his waist and twitched curiously as he crossed his arms, and stared down at the city lights with interest. A smirk slowly curled up onto his lip, and the shiny reflects of the red light district made a glare on his eyes. Vegeta slowly took flight up into the air, his head tilted back, scenting the fetid, yet aromatic heaviness that was thickening the air.

He had landed on the farthest planet in the solar system that supported organisms, also the one that Raditz's younger brother Kakarot was stationed on. He had recently awoken from stasis to reconvene with Nappa on Planet Tritek, that was where they had learned of all this from Raditz; who surprised him with his success. They then made quick work of Planet Arlia, destroying it before leaving for Earth at last.

Vegeta had predicted that Raditz would fail his mission and end up dead, but luckily, he had surprised them with his cunning. For the moment, things looked fortunate, if this was a success, then they had escaped further persecution. They would have been doomed if his failure was the case, and Vegeta and Nappa would've had to capture the Earth Saiyan. Just one more of them would be enough to finally give Frieza what had been coming to him.

Vegeta shook his head, pushing away those thoughts. But still, the memory lingered on in his head. They were walking the long path up towards the outpost on Planet Frieza 79. After he, Nappa and Raditz had returned from Planet Shikk, and had been embarrassed by Frieza and his men. They had been successful, but not nearly enough. They should have done it in a mere three days, as Zarbon had stated that he could. It was shameful to their race, a disgrace.

"Man, I hate this," Nappa had stated, as he and Raditz dragged their feet behind him.

"You know, I've been hearing talk about how our planet was destroyed, at first I didn't believe it but now they say it didn't really collide with another planet! Like we thought .." He said in a low voice, slowing down, Raditz came up behind him.

"What do you mean?" He said warily, staring at Nappa. He turned around and answered him quickly.

"They say that Frieza did it." He stated, and Raditz could only utter a hollow sounding 'why?'

"Vegeta, you have to listen to me! It was Frieza that ordered it all! To have your father killed, and to blow up our home planet!" Nappa insisted, gesturing angrily with his hands, and clenching them into fists.

"I already knew that." He stated in a baritone voice, flat and devoid of any emotion.

"What?! You knew?! But, how can you obey Frieza when you know what he's done to us!?" Nappa exclaimed, in sheer disbelief.

"So, he killed my father. Destroyed my people. That means nothing to me now. Strength is the only thing that matters in this world. Everything else is just a delusion for the weak. There is only one certainty, a strong man rises up, and conquers all. I know how strong Frieza is. There's no way I can beat him now..." Vegeta uttered angrily, seriously, his glare towards the other Saiyans, insisting upon the gravity of his words, that he believed with every breath.

"But wait and see, as the last of the Saiyans, we have flowing through our veins, the blood of a warrior race. The more we fight, the more powerful we become. And with each fight, I'll get stronger and stronger...and one day, I'll be strong enough to beat Frieza...and I will rule the universe!" A gust of energy charged air blasted out around him as he screamed, the others stumbling back.

Vegeta looked up to the stars, and his expression became solemn.

"Exactly as I was meant to." He whispered, looking longingly out to the darkness of space.

It was after that, they kept quiet about their suspicions, and completed their missions as told, as quickly as possible. That had been over three years ago now. Shortly after that, they had devised a clever plan. They were to go on their missions as usual, but included on that mission, they would pick up a certain... Saiyan passenger. Now, Vegeta and Nappa were slightly later than Raditz, having kept up their promise to eliminate the Triteks, as well as the Arlians as Frieza demanded. But they would celebrate as planned. Raditz had already come a year ago now, and he had won. This was Earth, under Raditz's command.

He had overpowered Kakarot and the Namekian with his strength, gained from the intense training that he and his Saiyan brethren had been pushed under with the guidance of Vegeta. This was all done in a guise, a desire to up themselves in the ranks. Vegeta would have never trained Raditz if it were not for his promise of a younger brother to help assist them in their slaying of the overlord. From what he had heard over the scouter, Raditz had plans to make Kakarot his slave by cuckolding his wife. Cruelty knew no bounds in such desperate straits. The Namekian had already spoken of a destruction wish upon the Planet Earth, so while he agreed to fight Raditz, he wasn't loyal to any cause but his own, making him a powerful ally.

Vegeta grinned as he observed the post-apocalyptic wastelands around him. All around, the tall spires of the city were broken, smoke billowed out of them, the ruins clear evidence of the chaos that it had suffered in order to surrender it's people to the Saiyans. Sparkling lights still shimmered below, and cars sped down the narrow roads and aboveground tunnels recklessly, lawlessly. Satan City was a fitting name, but perhaps, they could make it even more fitting, and call it, Saiyan City. He'd have to inform Raditz of the changes. Vegeta mused, smirking down at the destruction as his body glided across the sights, his scouter detecting low level life forms below, milling about. He looked for Raditz and Nappa by their power levels, which he was quickly alterted to by two flashing yellow numbers coming from the right of him.

Earth was a beautiful planet, with beautiful women, and delectable food, that's what he had been promised. As a Saiyan Prince, perhaps he should steal it out from beneath Raditz's hands. He sniffed, and landed on the rooftop of the loud establishment they were inside of. Vegeta tapped his scouter, and called Raditz.

"Raditz? Come in, I'm at your location." He said lowly, strolling back and forth across the tin roof. The malleable metal crumpled easily beneath his white boots stained with blood, as he paced anxiously, arms crossed tightly across his chest, while the tail at his back frizzed and whipped around wildly.

What's that smell? It's driving me crazy. He thought to himself. There were so many tempting, and rancid scents, he wasn't sure what it was he was catching that made his nostrils tingle, and the fabric of his pants suddenly feel restricting.

"It's Raditz. Come on in, your Highness, the liquor is fine, and the ladies are even finer." He slightly slurred his words, and Vegeta froze in place, hearing Nappa's voice echoing in the scouter as well. Liquor? Women? Is this a seedy establishment?!

"What?! You just wait until I come in there!" He steamed, then blasted a hole straight down into the building with his anger, aiming right for where Raditz and Nappa were sitting. The two of them dodged out of the way quickly, a purple eruption blasting a hole in the red booth that gave birth to burnt, yellowed foam. Vegeta dropped down, and was immediately accosted by a loud female voice.

"Hey! You watch those blasts, Mister! This club is the only one left! Now there's a hole in the seat!" A scratchy voice rang out from behind him, yet he refused to turn around, even as she was still ranting at him.

"Hello! I'm talking to you, do you speak English? You know what, fuck this!" The woman growled under her breath, and stormed off back to where she was stationed. Vegeta should have killed the woman for her insolence, but instead, he found himself strolling straight towards Raditz, and yanking him up by the shiny, black collar he was wearing with metal spikes.

"What is this!? I told you to hold my place on the planet until I arrived, and here I find you, boozing and whoring?" Vegeta snarled, furious, nearly touching noses with Raditz as he hefted him up, and glared at him. Raditz grunted, then stepped away from the seat, reaching his full height, Vegeta had no choice but to let go of his collar, or be carried with him.

"A slave collar, honestly? Where's your pride, Raditz?" Vegeta muttered, and Raditz laughed heartily at him, thrusting a drink towards his superior.

"Lighten up, Vegeta! Have a drink! Why don't you take a seat, and I'll explain in just a minute." Raditz said, and Vegeta took the drink, sniffing it with caution as the other Saiyan left without a word. Vegeta sat across from Nappa, and downed the bitter scented drink, knowing full well it was alcohol, he didn't plan to partake in much more of the intoxicant.

"It's good to see you, your Highness. You're looking well." Nappa said, and he huffed, slamming down the glass. The elder Saiyan looked down at him and grinned, gesturing at all the riches around them.

"I have to say, I'm impressed. Look at all that Raditz has procured in your absence. He says that there are stocks of food, a vast amassment of wealth at your new presidential quarters, and farms kept under his leadership, as well as women for repopulating this planet, if you so wish to do so. He's taken out all the world leaders and armies with the Namekian's help. Earth is defenseless. It's yours, your Highness." Nappa said with no small amount of pride, sitting back in the remains of the booth, then downing golden liquid from a heavy lager glass.

"He's enlisted a Namekian? So, he wasn't lying, then. A Namekian on Earth, that's curious." Vegeta muttered, tapping his fingers on the shiny table. He turned and looked towards where the voice of the angry servant woman was, but only saw the other females milling slowly about as if on display, their assets all visible, as they danced in time around, and on the bar with pulsating music and lights that made his senses feel scrambled. What little men there were, sat slumped in the stools, half asleep, or nearly dead, he couldn't tell.

He found it odd the men barely responded to the women's dancing, the titillating scent of the female sweat, and arousal between their legs as they danced with one another, some glancing at him and Nappa, made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. One woman dancing wore a silver bikini that caught his eye, complimenting her dark complexion nicely. These dancers were comely enough, alright. He was impressed, watching her top come away as she danced, revealing her rich brown nipples on her rounded breasts. Vegeta felt his mouth growing dry as he watched, and her glossy black eyes met his. She took his eye contact as a signal, and came closer, and danced on his leg as he leaned back to observe her displaying her flexibility to him, yet Vegeta still held an unaffected look on his face as he observed her doing what could only be described as a mating dance, and it was mildly annoying him.

He didn't want to mount her like she was implying, why not go dance on a human man, why him? Does she think to share in my status? Foolish whore. She'd be dead before that happened. Vegeta concluded bleakly, pulling her garment to the side to inspect what a human woman's genitals looked like, Nappa leaning over to get a good look as well.

"Disgusting." He scoffed, and snapped the fabric back, wiping his glove on his pants. The woman huffed, and Nappa chuckled.

"She's pretty. Hehe."

"Are these human men castrated? How can they not smell that? Their senses must be dulled. This one's in heat right now, or else she wouldn't be so bold." Vegeta spat, getting the taste of the whore out of his mouth, and taking another slug of his bubbly rum drink, letting the woman entertain herself on his leg, where his deadly hand rested, and could split her in half with the vulnerable position she was in.

"Man, you aren't kidding, these earth women smell clean, and they dance good! Not like the whores we're used to. I'm not sure if I want a half breed or not yet. I guess we could just kill them after." Nappa nudged him with a randy chuckle, and Vegeta snorted at that, looking away from the dancer. There was a glowing light from the stage, and he heard the voices of more women coming from behind the curtain, including Raditz, and the servant woman. He shoved the stripper off his leg, making her fall to the floor as he brushed himself off quickly. Nappa laughed, and grabbed her by the leg, pulling her up onto his lap.

"Alright, it's my turn." He said, and the woman recovered from her tumble, beginning to slowly dance on his lap as he caressed her curvaceous hips, she kissed Nappa's cheek, and stroked his smooth, bald head. More women were making their way over to dance with them, to Nappa's eager delight, and Vegeta's displeasure. The curious dancers were stopped from approaching when Raditz stepped out from behind the curtain, and gave them all a pointed glance. The slave women scurried away, including the dancer on Nappa's lap.

"Aww, I was enjoying that, dammit Raditz!" He pouted, touching his cheek where she'd kissed him.

"Raditz, what the hell is this place? You expect us to convene in a whorehouse? The men of this planet are so weak, that the women all want us! Was this your making?" Vegeta demanded to know, and he was answered by Raditz's raspy voice from above, over his black and brown battle armour.

"Yes, well, the men spend the day slaving away on the farms, then come back to me and spend what little penance they make from my minions, and put it directly back into my hands. Only the most beautiful women are kept here, and they'll do anything to protect their homes and families from being burnt to the ground. It's perfect really, I can't complain." Raditz said, grinning, looking smug about his clever planning.

Vegeta looked up to examine him fully, and saw that he had two women hooked to him by shiny red and pink collars around their necks, with chains that connected to the spiked bands around his bracers. He held each of them beneath his burly arms, one was a black haired woman who looked mildly Saiyan in her appearance, with angry dark eyes, and a pale complexion. The other was an interesting creature, with curly blonde hair, and intense green eyes. The both of them wore enticing garments so thin that they were barely covering them, as Vegeta took note of, and grimaced.

"Greet your Prince, women." Raditz ordered, moving his hands just slightly to tug them down into bowing poses. Nappa licked his lips as he watched, softly chuckling at how both women quivered in fear, their pale skin damp with the scent of exhaustion and sex.

"Greetings, Prince Vegeta. I am named Chi-Chi Mao, Princess of the Ox Kingdom." The black haired female spat out bitterly, glaring at him from beneath her bangs. The other huffed, and began to talk as well.

"Greetings, Prince Vegeta. I am called Launch, the Lady of Ammunitions. I am at your service." The blonde coughed, then pleaded with her eyes towards Raditz to loosen her binds. He pulled her up to nestle beneath his arm, where he wrapped it around the shivering woman.

Vegeta scowled deeply at this; being presented with two scrawny, meatless women, with no further titles to their surnames than for broken kingdoms, and measly skills.

"I don't want either of them. You can have them." He spat bitterly, waving one hand dismissively.

"What?! Are you sure? Vegeta, look, these are fine women! You must have a Princess to carry out your legacy, and provide you with an heir!" Nappa insisted, and Raditz nodded, looking crestfallen. He had offered his own high class slave women, the very best.

"I. Don't. Want. Them. Now, get these harlots out of my face before they're blasted to bits. I can smell that you've already defiled them, Raditz!"

Both women flinched, the black haired one blushing. She suddenly surged forward, surprising Raditz with her speed.

"Listen here, you beast! I'll haven't been-" She growled out, then yelped as Raditz yanked her back, and clapped one hand over her mouth to silence her.

"Shut up! Nobody told you that you could talk!" He hissed, seemingly more embarrassed, than angry with the woman as she struggled to get away. Raditz grunted, and blood leaked from between his fingers as she bit into his hand.

"It's not worth it, Chi-Chi! Stop it!" The blonde yelled, then struggled to pull his hand away from her savage bite, tears leaking from the corners of the Ox Princess's eyes.

Then, she simply went slack, and fell down sobbing, on her knees before Vegeta as Raditz licked the wound on his hand, comforted by Launch.

"Please, Your Highness. Leave my husband alone! He doesn't want to do this!" She pleaded.

Vegeta looked down disdainfully at the scene, tapping one foot.

"Is that so? Is there any truth to this, Raditz? This woman is a Princess of some form, is she not? Does her castle still stand?" He asked sharply, making the woman scramble back behind Raditz's long spiky hair for dear life, and hide there as if she believed he would serve as some type of protection.

Vegeta blinked at the scene in disbelief as Raditz held his hand out, and she kissed his knuckles one by one, stroking his black bracer tenderly.

"This woman is very precious to my younger brother, Kakarot. So yes, I have fabricated the appearance and scent of having cuckolded him to gain his obedience. As Saiyans, scent is important. Even to one like Kakarot. By giving the female my scent, having her sleep in my bed with me, and my chosen mate, he has been wholly convinced. Though this one's castle does not stand, she is an excellent provider of nourishment, can fight, and has child rearing skills. She can bear a halfling, she has already given Kakarot a son, Gohan." He complimented the female, and she giggled, seemingly complacent now.

Raditz looked to Vegeta for approval, his tail quivering nervously as it hung between his legs. Vegeta was silent for a long moment, tapping one finger on a blue clothed bicep, his tail wrapped around his waist slightly ticking against his hip. He cleared his throat at last, and presented his thoughts on the matter.

"Fine… Raditz, you've thought this out wisely. Keep covering her in your scent until Kakarot is fully defeated in spirit. Once you reveal that she is unscathed, he will surely come to his senses and join our forces. I'll not take these women, I have no time to search for a mate. You forget, we're here to conquer and gain support, not make half-blooded whelps." He huffed, propping his heels up on the table, as the others took that as their cue to take their seats as well.

"Slave women… nice. Any more like that left, Raditz?" Nappa chuckled, rubbing together his large, dry hands with a rasping noise. Raditz grunted and gestured with his head, towards the back of the club, where they were contained when they weren't working.

"There's one that's a real fighter, a blue haired bitch. I can't stand her, I don't think she has any sex appeal. But, I'm told she's attractive to the Earthling males, so I've kept her as an incentive, as well as for her supposed 'genius' knowledge."

The blonde started to chuckle at what Raditz said, pleased that he didn't find the other one attractive. Vegeta surprised them by laughing as well, reclining his head back as if he were for once, genuinely amused. The two stared at him in astonishment, blinking at his reaction.

"Well, bring her out! I'm starving, and I need another drink." He said, motioning to Chi-Chi to be on her way. Raditz unclipped her chain, and she scrambled away hurriedly towards the kitchen.

"Shortie will serve us some drinks, while Chi-Chi makes our feast. If you want, I can make her strip for us." Raditz shrugged, and Vegeta's eyebrow twitched with mild interest.

" 'Shortie?' That's her name?" Nappa said lowly to Raditz, one hand over his mouth. Raditz snickered, making a motion as if he were swallowing a key, and locking his mouth. Launch giggled, "Yeah, cause she's short, and that's what Bulma means, shorty shorts like the undies Raditz wears." She snickered, Nappa and Raditz looking on with interest. Then, to their astonishment, she sneezed, and transformed from a blonde, to a blue haired girl.

"Why that- She's a changeling?!" Nappa rubbed his eyes and blinked, as Raditz nodded, wrapping his arm around her.

"Something like that. She's two women for the price of one, let me tell you, was I surprised when I saw that happen. I thought she was a Super Saiyan!" Raditz enthused, and Vegeta snorted at him.

"You idiot! The great super Saiyan of Legend doesn't transform by sneezing like that harlequin whore!" He hissed, and Raditz agreed, feeling sheepish.

"Well, gentlemen, what will we be having besides a filthy mouth tonight?" That scratchy voice intoned once again over the throbbing music, and Vegeta snapped his head towards it to see the source.

"Bring out three pitchers of ale for us, woman. And some type of bread, with cheese to hold us over until our meal is presented." Raditz informed her, and the blue haired barmaid nodded. Shortie was her name for a reason, Vegeta noticed, she was of a smaller stature, and she wore red briefs that weren't quite as revealing as the thongs the other girls wore. She also wore a white, grease spotted tank top with red lettering, reading Capsule Corporations, her generous cleavage on display. The only other things on her were a pair of scuffed white sneakers, and the socks on her feet. But, most noticeable was her unique hair color, though it was slightly slick with oils, and pulled up into a large, poofy bun atop her head.

Vegeta looked away quickly, not wishing to make eye contact after his examination. The woman jotted down the order on a notepad, then looked at the giant hole in the booth that Vegeta had made.

"Ok, I'll have it ready in just a minute. Can we expect reparation money for the booth, and the roof for the damage you made, your highness?" She asked sweetly, and it took him a moment to process what the servant woman had said. He glared at her in question, the others shaking their heads.

"Bulma, go on and get the-" Launch began, but Raditz tugged on her collar briskly, and she was quieted.

"Let the Prince speak." He said sternly, and she nodded, her large, dark eyes tearing up.

Vegeta looked up at the ceiling, and smirked, aware of the moon on this planet, he didn't gaze too long before laying his eyes on hers, taking note of the curious azure hue of them as she blinked back at him.

"Include it in my tab here, Shortie, then I'm sure you can find some fellow slaves to fix it." He sneered, and she surprised him with a dazzling smile.

"That's great! I really appreciate it!" She gushed, then ran off back to the kitchen. The table was silent a moment, before curiousity overcame them.

"Why'd you agree to pay for it, Vegeta? Who cares about the ceiling." Nappa stated, and Raditz seemed to agree, he'd find another place once this one was trashed.

"Give a slave a coin, and they'll eat for a day. Withhold the pay the next day, and they'll work even harder for their larder. Don't worry, she'll come to better respect me. If she doesn't, then she'll regret it."

The others looked back and forth at each other with interest, then they spent their time waiting discussing tactics with Vegeta, and how they could apply this trick to all the slaves, and how it would better affect the output of their work. Vegeta then presented his name change for the city, and the others agreed on the name wholeheartedly. Saiyan City was under their control.

"Here you are men, your beer, pretzels, and pizza with lots of cheese!" Bulma said overly enthusiastically as she presented them with the spread, setting down a large, circular pan with a flat, steaming object on it, a basket full of pretzel knots and dipping cheese, and the three large pitchers of ale with glass mugs. She carried it over using a cart with a squeaky wheel, which she parked at the side of the booth to serve them. The pizza had only taken her about fifteen minutes to bake quickly in the oven, the premade pretzels as well. She hoped that the Prince would appreciate her hard work, or at least, not complain.

"Good, but not enough." He huffed, then picked up a pretzel, and inspected it, breaking it in half, and sniffing it as if it were tampered with somehow. Bulma gulped, holding down her angered insults with the swallow.

"Well, don't worry, there's more where that came from!" She said chipperly, leaning down to serve him a slice of the triangle shaped meat and cheese.

Vegeta's eyes wandered without his consent towards the woman's bosom, watching how her breasts jiggled as she cut the pizza with a rolling wheel. Raditz smirked, watching how his superior seemed mildly distracted by the motion.

"Once you're done, why don't you do a show for the Prince, hm?" Raditz said slyly, taking the first slice and dangling it over his mouth to catch the cheese. The servant girl gulped, looking to the slave girl for help, but Launch was acting unaware of her situation, pouring a drink for Raditz.

"R-Right now? I'm just wearing my dirty old work clothes!" She whined, moving further away from the Saiyans, the sharp pizza cutter held to her chest. Unlike the others, this one had no restraints, but she was also scrawny, and her skin was pallid as if she were malnourished. Still, she held a fragile, delicate beauty, and her sparkling aqua eyes, and seafoam tresses made Nappa and Vegeta take notice of her underappreciated beauty.

"Don't embarrass me in front of my superior officers, Bulma. You may shower quickly, and pick from the garments in the changing room." Raditz stated flatly, his brow lowered, the gravelling, low way he spoke to her threateningly making her quiver.

"Yes. I w-won't. Thank you, Master Raditz." She bit out stubbornly through her teeth, then, daring to leap over the line of caution, and straight into it, she tossed the cutting device at him, intending to cut his face open. Vegeta was quick to catch it, though before it took off his own nose, because with her terrible aim, she had missed Raditz by a long shot.

Raditz growled at her insolence, pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers, in an attempt to quell his rage before he blasted the bratty woman to dust. He regained his composure, and gave her one last warning.

"Don't disappoint me. Remember, I know where your mother and father live. Even your sister, Tights. Shall I bring her here, and have her dance for us as well?" Raditz seethed, and Bulma's eyes widened impossibly farther, and she shook her head wordlessly.

"Good girl. Now, you'd best be going before our appetizer gets cold, we're hungry." He finished, and Bulma took that as her incentive to leave, her sneakers squeaking on the floor as she hurried away.

To be continued... 

Chapter Text

"Oh, hell yes!"

Bulma moaned as the hot water rushed over her body, it felt so damn good to take a shower at last, and let her hair down, sudsing it up with a large dollop of shampoo. She supposed she wasn't really that surprised her showers were few and far between, she didn't think Saiyans even knew what a shower was, particularly not Raditz.

Ugh, that reminds me. I have to dance in front of those jerks. She thought dejectedly, her shoulders slumping as the soap ran down her body, her permed hair straightening out as it was wetted.

I'm no exotic dancer... I'm a scientist... What's going to happen if I disappoint them..? Bulma didn't even want to think about it, if her family's lives were at stake, well she supposed she would just have to give it her all... No matter how demeaning, and embarrassing it would be.

She got to work scrubbing and shaving quickly, to make herself presentable for the Prince of All Saiyans she'd been hearing about, but now that she'd seen him, she felt a little confused. He was so... short. She'd assumed all Saiyans were beasts like Raditz, but then again, Goku was supposedly his younger brother. She'd heard all about the Saiyans when Raditz crashed the beach at Kame House, and started terrorizing them, stealing away poor little Gohan. After he'd beaten Goku and Piccolo, he came back for her, Launch, and Chi-Chi. Bulma felt like it was all her fault, after all she'd been the one who invited everyone to Master Roshi's, even her old friend Launch, and Chi-Chi who she was seeing for the first time since the wedding.

Good job Bulma, now we're all screwed, literally. Her eyes widened as she thought this, and a terrifying thought came to her. Launch and Chi-Chi have already become Raditz's slaves... What about me? Am I... for the Prince?! The thought made her blood run cold, and she cut her leg with the shoddy razor that was provided. Bulma hissed, running the cut under cold water. She then jumped, seeing a shadow behind the tattered shower curtain. She recognized Launch's silhouette by the two bunny ear-like points of the bow in her curly hair, and sighed in relief.

"Raditz said he smelt your blood. Are you ok, Bulma?" A timorous voice uttered softly, and Launch pulled open the curtain gently, her frightened gaze twisting her heart. "Launch! I.. I'm ok. I guess I'm just a bit jumpy, hehe." She bumbled, quickly finishing up her shower, taking the towel the other girl handed her.

"I'm having a little performance anxiety, you know...? I've never done something like this before, not even for.. Yamcha." She whispered hollowly, finding it hard to utter her beloved boyfriend's name, who had been knocked unconscious by just one whack of Raditz's tail, not even given a fighting chance.

"It's ok, Bulma. Just pretend it's Yamcha watching. That's what I did, I pretended Master Raditz was Tien the first few times I had to service him. Then it gets easier after a few more times, it hurts less if you let yourself enjoy it." She giggled, and Bulma blinked at the girl owlishly.

'Service'? What does that entail? Bulma thought in horror, she could only imagine what Raditz made them.. do to him, or worse, how he must treat them, chained by leashes to him like dogs.

"Well, I guess if you can do it, I can..." Bulma said, and let Launch lead her into the changing room.

"Right! Well, I should be going back now, or else I might get spanked." Launch blushed as she said this, both hands on her reddening face.

"Do you... enjoy that?" Bulma whispered, and Launch shook her head, obviously in denial, lingering by the door and glancing back, almost as if she was hoping that would be the outcome.

"W-whaat? Nooo, o-of course not! You'd better get dressed, and quick, I have a feeling my Master wouldn't just spank you." She said hurriedly, and shoved her into the changing room. Bulma nodded, she'd seen what his tail could do, she couldn't imagine what his hand would do.

Poor Launch, that must hurt. She thought naïvely, never having done a thing even slightly interesting in the bedroom with Yamcha. She looked around the room, and began digging through the dresser for something that would give her a confidence boost.

Vegeta drained the mug of beer, feeling a pleasant buzzing in his head, he was at the perfect level of intoxication, just enough for his body to feel relaxed, and his inhibitions slightly freed, but not enough for his motor functions to be debilitated. Now, they just needed some more food. They'd devoured the pizza and pretzels in no time, now was a waiting game. He wasn't sure why he was feeling so conflicted about the servant woman performing for him, afterall, being royalty, it was only natural for him to enjoy such luxuries, right? With the way Raditz and Nappa radiated masculine energy, he felt himself feeling a bit of a testosterone boost just from their talk about women, and excited by all the things Raditz bragged about having his slaves do for him. The servant woman should feel honored that her services are worthy of my viewing, he thought, feeling cocky.

"Prince Vegeta?" Nappa asked, nudging him slightly. He snapped out of his own thoughts, shaking his head.

"The feast has arrived, Master Raditz, Prince Vegeta, and General Nappa." The Ox Princess said, bowing her head respectfully. She and multiple servants carried out the feast, piling it onto the table. Vegeta felt pleased by the sheer amount of earth delicacies before him, most of which he didn't recognize, but liked the smell of.

"Good woman, Chi-Chi. You may eat with us." He said, and Chi-Chi walked over, and hooked her chain to Raditz's wrist without resistance, sitting on his other large, muscular thigh beside Launch. Vegeta frowned, How does he have such power over these women? What is it he does to make them so willingly obedient?

He observed them surreptitiously; as not to be noticed, pulling a large mound of food closer to himself as he watched Raditz tickle Chi-Chi's waist gently with his tail, as he stroked his hand on Launch's exposed hip. Both women seemed mildly flustered just by his touch, and embarrassed that he was doing it in front of the other men. He wrapped his tail around his brother's wife, and whispered something in her ear, making her pale face turn red, she looked away quickly.

I'm going to reward you tonight. Raditz had whispered, and Vegeta nearly choked on his drink at hearing it.

Is he really rewarding our ransom with... orgasmic gratification? Vegeta thought, gripping his glass tightly. Raditz had bragged that he could please both women without even trying. It was a good tactic, Vegeta supposed, if Raditz was actually telling the truth. But he'd better be careful, or their alliance with Kakarot was on the line. The cuckholding was only an illusion, or so Raditz said, but perhaps there were ways around it. He soon lost interest in what Raditz did with the females, instead taking his fill of the delicious food Kakarot's wife had made, having Raditz's slave pour him another drink.

He put the glass to his lips and took a swig, then his body tensed, feeling that uncalled for reaction in his loins again. Vegeta turned almost a little too quickly and his drink slopped out onto his hand, sensing the presence of that woman again, with that sweet scent about her that could drive him mad. The others were startled by a jarring sound as the stereo system kicked on, as well as the men who had previously seemed to be lifeless, beginning to stir from the sound of a drum beat beginning to quicken, along with a chanting voice, and the dissonance of electric guitars signaling her entrance. The Saiyans all tensed from the doom metal dirge that Bulma had chosen to signal her presence; something they had never heard of once in their lives.

"*Blackest of the black,

darker than night,

come to me my bleeding light,

soon as she comes,

she comes now,

enter Oblivion."

They stood up from the booth quickly, discarding their empty plates. Raditz growled and tugged at Chi-Chi and Launch's chains for them to come quickly, if it turned out that Bulma had something planned that she would regret, he would be more than ready to meet his threats to harm her loved ones.

"Yea, here she is,

Harder than life,

In my arms.

See she there.

Entwined with love.

Unclean she is.

And she comes down to me

And she offers me sleep

Under her black-"

"Whoa oh, her black wings .."

The lights suddenly fell black, and only the hiss of snare drum and the howling voices filled the air now suddenly heavy with the heat of unchecked breaths. He strode up to the stage; doing his best to act unaffected, crossing his arms, and strolling straight up to the stage to watch her pitiful show unfold. Raditz pushed a chair behind Vegeta for him to sit, and he took the seat as the others stood and watched.

"And she comes down to me,

And she offers me sleep,

Under her black.

Whoa oh, under her black wings,

Whoa oh, under her black."

The red stage lights slowly brightened as a figure approached, a red ring glowing, smoke curling up to tangle with the beams of light, as she smoked a cigarette to calm her nerves. For a moment, only the throbbing of the drums, and the vibrations of the bass guitar echoed in his eardrums, until she rose one hand to her lips, and took another long drag on her cigarette, before tossing it to the ground, and stomping it out cruelly.

"See she comes,

On the eve of dusk,

In another form,

With a scent of rain upon her neck,

She brings the lust,

Supernatural,

Ceasing never

On and

On and

On."

"My name is Bulma." She said icily, hissing as if she were speaking directly to him.

"And I'm going to show you why men are nothing but cockroaches beneath my heels." She whispered, but it was quickly drowned out by the sudden screaming of the singer overpowering their senses, their hands flying to their ears as they all squinted, besides Vegeta, who ignored the annoyance.

"Her stride is such,

Mortals freeze,

When she walks past.

And she comes down to me.

And she offers me sleep.

Under her black wings.

Whoa oh, under her black wings."

The lights switched on at last to pink, flashing crazily now as the metal thundered, and she tossed her head back with a cry of her own anger laden emotion, her hands going to her hair, and pulling at the long curls that flowed all around her. She trailed her black leather gloves that went up to her biceps down her petite frame, made more striking by her full breasts in a shiny velour harness, strapped into a pentagram pattern that came up to the O ring collar around her neck, a fluffy red feather boa dangling from her shoulders. Then, Vegeta's eyes widened as she ran her tongue along her red lipstick, and hissed hatefully through her teeth as her hips began to gyrate, her gloves meeting the tightly laced bustier there, and tugging on the laces teasingly.

He grit his teeth and remained still even as her tempting motions made the other men go wild for her siren's dance, grimacing almost with pain as she bent down and touched her toes in her red stilettos, her black tulle skirt lifting to reveal the swell of her pale bottom, her feminine heat tucked snugly between, covered in lacy black panties that connected to the tights with garter clips. His chest rose and fell quicker as she righted herself and began to lose herself with the music, her legs swaying to the dissonance, head tossing side to side as she cried along to the chorus. Black tears fell down her face, as she took the feather boa and dragged it between the luxurious chasm of her breasts, then raked it daringly between her legs, his tail tensing with the sensual motion, watching how her slick black fingers dragged across the ruffled feathers, the textures evoking thoughts in his mind of how it would feel if it were his own tail.

"See she comes,

Blacker than pitch.

Have to make this fallen bitch.

All I want.

All I crave.

Demoness calls.

The bitch is come.

For those who wait.

Cross the breach in hell.

See she is

Bedeviled with breasts

Enchantment on legs..*"

He gulped, his mouth feeling much more parched now than it had before as he could only focus on her dance, and not the hooting and hollering of Raditz and Nappa beside him, even the other slave women were dancing, to entertain the men. Vegeta's vision had tunneled, and he had to grip onto his seat to ground himself back down to reality. First, came the gloves, with her teeth she stripped them from her wrists. She tossed one, and purposely hit him in the face, but he only caught it, and stroked the rubbery material in one fist as he watched.

"*She rides...

Let loose upon the world,

she is the night,

And my loneliness in bondage.

She's black,

And sin runs down her back.

She rides,

From the daylight in chains..."

Bulma giggled as she looped the boa through the O ring and pulled it through with her teeth once again, the motion animalistic as she pulled it vigorously with her anger, sending a torrent of red feathers floating around the stage. Bulma caught some in her hand, then bent down, and blew them at him sweetly, the smoky aroma of cigarettes and the sharpness of alcohol on her breath pugently erotic as the feathers cascaded down, and landed on him. Bulma reached below and cupped her generous breasts, pressing them together pleasingly, before letting them go, pulling out the bow of her corset.

"She slides,

Down inside your skin.

In time,

She will make you scream..

She's death,

In a cool black dress,

She rides,

In the night of your mind..."

Bulma pulled open her corset, and her pushed up breasts began to slide down to their natural placement in the leather, revealing more flimsy lace material beneath, the thick leather squeaking as she shimmied her way out of it, and pulled it away from her body to reveal her stomach. Vegeta wrenched her glove in his hands, his teeth gritting tightly in his mouth as he tried to ignore her dance, looking away as she moved her hands above her head and displayed her breasts in the flimsy top.

"She'll take you down,

She'll take you,

She'll take you around..."

He looked back at her one last time, loosening his jaw as he watched the way her ribs stood out from her body, the divots in her hips casting deep shadows where they should have been full. He'd seen it before, many times. An emaciated form was nothing new to him, he wouldn't bat a lash at it if this were any other planet. But this didn't make sense to him, was this not the planet of excess, with flavors abound? Fattening, sweet, cloying in the mouth? Then why was she so frail, and malnourished? Vegeta shook his head once, hardening his features.

"She'll take you down,

She'll take you,

She'll take you around.."

She became more erotic in her motions, slipping her tulle skirt down her hips to reveal the apex of her groin, the black lace thong straps sinking into the hollows of her hips, then the flimsy little skirt falling around her knees to reveal her sex, covered by only sheer panties. She stepped out of the skirt, and turned around, bending down again in front of him, and displaying her most private areas, tarnishing whatever dignity she had left. He was disgusted, so much so that he stood, and stormed up to the stage, grabbing her by the arm, and dragging her towards him.

"I've seen quite enough, servant woman!" He growled, and pulled her away from the sight of the slobbering men and his saiyan brethren, shielding her body from them with his own.

"Let go of me, I wasn't finished!" She whined, struggling to get free of him as if she were actually enjoying being eye candy to all these men.

"You're done doing your devil woman dancing! Do you think your charms can arouse me? I'm afraid it was the total opposite!" He snapped back harshly, slipping two fingers into the O ring, and using it to guide her backstage.

Raditz clapped his hands and laughed as the curtains closed, Nappa looking at him in question. Chi-Chi turned to Launch with a worried expression on her face, but the other girl only laughed mindlessly, ignoring the gravity of what could really be happening behind the curtain.

"Looks like Vegeta isn't too pleased, Raditz. Have another back up slave woman?" He said, still hoping that there would be one for him. Chi-Chi gasped, hiding behind Raditz, but Launch seemed unbothered by the men's conversation.

"Hm. I wouldn't say he fully abhorred it. It's hard to tell with him, but from what I saw, he seemed... captivated." Raditz mused, stroking his defined jaw with one hand.

"Maybe he couldn't take it anymore, and he took her to the back to have his way with her. He should be careful, she looks frail. He might break her." Nappa said gruffly, sneering. Chi-Chi gulped, and moved as far as she could away, on the very limit of her chain. She took it in both hands and tried to break it, but with no success, whatever it was made of was too strong for her to break with just her hands. She was afraid of Nappa, and what could be happening to Bulma.

" 'Break' her? No. A little earth woman like that, you'd be surprised what they can take if you don't use your full strength. Isn't that right, Launch?" Raditz intoned suggestively, reaching down with one hand to grip her bottom.

"Yes, Master Raditz. I can t-take it." The indigo haired girl nodded breathlessly, grasping his other arm for support as she stood on her tippy toes in her black heels, as if waiting for him to take action, the sheer pink negligee she wore so short that it exposed her small, round bottom, and the red lace thong tucked between her cheeks.

"I'd like to see you prove it." Nappa purred, making Launch quiver from his deep voice behind her. Raditz reared one hand back, and brought it down fast, clapping her on the round flesh of her buttock. Launch cried out, and her knees weakened as she reacted to the slap with pleasured cries, begging for the same treatment again.

"Thank you, Master Raditz," She panted, and he kissed her on the head as reward for her obedience.

"Can I try?" Nappa chuckled, and Raditz shrugged. "Just this once. She's my favorite, and I don't like sharing." He said, crossing his arms and baring his teeth at him.

Nappa rubbed his hands together, then reared one hand back, and smacked her pale bottom so hard the flesh rippled, blood instantly blooming to the surface in a large hand print as she fell into Raditz's arms, and collapsed, sobbing out tears of pain.

"Now you can see the limit these human females have, one more slap like that and you would've broken her hip, Nappa." Raditz said, laughing as he rubbed the girl's bottom. Nappa crossed his arms and huffed, disappointed he couldn't make her moan like Raditz did.

"I don't want her anyway. She's young enough to be my daughter." He said, raising one brow, and Raditz nodded.

"You want a woman with more meat on her bones, an older woman that might appreciate your rough handling better." Raditz reasoned, and Nappa agreed.

Raditz snapped his fingers, looking around the room. "Where is that damn minion when I need him? Oolong!" He snapped again, and then waited as there was movement in the shadows, a figure in the darkness growing, and seemingly forming from nothing. Yellow eyes opened, then there was the heavy clip of cloven hooves on the floor, as the demon pig approached, bowing on one knee before his master.

"I am at your service, Master Raditz. What do you require of me?" The pig rumbled, laying a pronged rake on the floor before Raditz's feet. Raditz stepped on his hand, stopping him from reaching the rake, as he leaned down to glare down at the pig's sweating red face, with ivory horns sticking straight up from between two curled ears, and slicked back black hair.

"We are taking a trip to West City. Be a good minion, be on your guard while we are gone. Do not allow any of the slave women to escape while Vegeta is breaking in his new one, got that?" He said gratingly, tweaking one of Oolong's ears.

"Yes, Master Raditz. You can count on me." The demon pig uttered reverently, and Raditz nodded, releasing him. The pig took back up his rake, which he used to prod the women like cattle.

"l'll be counting them when I come back." Raditz snapped, and turned about quick, his thick black mane whipping him nearly in the face as he turned sharply, and then gathered up Chi-Chi and Launch in both arms, taking flight. Nappa followed eagerly behind, his tail wagging with excitement.

Once they were far away enough, Oolong transformed back, panting with the exertion of using his shape-shifting ability. He glanced to see the females looking at him all expectantly, as he got a grip on himself, and shuffled over to the women sheepishly.

"Gotta keep up appearances, and all that. Who's hungry, girls? Let's get you all taken care of before you all get tucked into bed." He said bashfully, blushing as he traced circles on the floor with his hoof.

"Oooh, Oolong you're so cute!" A blue haired girl giggled, leaning down to kiss him on the head. He got a glance down her yellow leotard, and the pig turned three shades pinker, then waved his arms around to motion to them to hurry up.

"Go on, Mai, Maron, Ranfan, Hasky, all of you get going." He said to the women at the forefront of the crowd, the others behind them, lesser known women.

"Ok, Mister Oolong." Maron said, and kissed him on the head again.

"And my allowance?" Hasky said, fluffing her flipped up blonde curls with one hand.

"You're kidding?" The pig uttered pathetically, then flinched as she pulled a gun from between her bosom.

"We're kept women, you want to keep your secret safe with us? Start paying." The girl said, curling one finger at him. Oolong grumbled and reached in his pocket for a few dollars, dispensing his pension amongst the women.

A girl with curly purple hair pocketed the dollars in her white and purple lace bra, and put her hands on her hips, puckering her lips.

"Coochie, Coochie, Coochie~" Ranfan said, and Oolong fell over onto his back, all the other ones laughing.

"He's practically helpless. But, we should go along with it for now, this gig is all we've got at the moment, and sometimes the end of the smoking gun is the best place to be." Mai said, helping Oolong back up. She wore a dark green and red lacy getup, her long black hair down to her backside as she picked him up, and carried him back to the kitchen.

"Whatcha gonna make for us, Oolong?" Hasky said, tagging along, all the girls seemingly content with their temporary master.

Bulma breathed raggedly as she was dragged behind the stage, the angry Prince taking her with him not speaking; just looking around at the rooms, pushing the doors open, and snorting at the contents of them. Beds, each room was fitted with a bed and blankets, but he wasn't taking her to any of them, instead he seemed to be searching for something else.

"Where's the prison? All I see are fucking beds, a slave camp should have a dungeon." He grumbled, and Bulma gulped, gesturing shakily with one hand, helping him when she should have been fighting against him, but she was so weak now from dancing she could barely stand.

"It's... at the end," She said raspily, her body slumping as he dragged her.

"Good. I was about ready to kill Raditz if I found out he hasn't been keeping you and the other bitches imprisoned." He said coldly, and Bulma flinched, thinking how they'd been locked in their rooms every night, wasn't that bad enough? Her eyes grew wide with horror; frightened thoughts running through her mind.

What does he plan to do with me? Is he going to... chain me up, and t-take me..?

They came upon the last room, which Vegeta had to pull Bulma's head into the crook of his elbow to unlatch the lock; smirking as he did.

"Stay still, it'll be just a moment now." He muttered, then there was an audible click as the door was opened. He let her out of the strong headlock, and she stumbled into the room, her body dead weight. Vegeta followed her in, and pulled her by her O ring again, until bending down and digging through a trunk for some specific objects.

"This will work nicely," He said, and rose a chain up to latch onto her collar. When Bulma heard the click of the latch on her neck, her worst fears finally took full hold over her, and she passed out, falling forward into his lap.

"Deplorable." Vegeta spat, picking her up, then draping her over his shoulder pad, looking around for a good place to restrain her until she woke up. He picked up a bundle of rope from the trunk, and hefted her drooping body once more, covering her exposed bottom with his hand as he walked down the hallway, towards the bedroom that was thick with her scent. He dropped her limp body on the bed, then turned and closed the door behind them.

Dawn was beginning to come as the small shacks at the edge of the city limits cast shadows over the parched farm lands, where a figure stood, still raking the soil there. A fire was at the center of the huts, some sitting around speaking lowly amongst themselves as one stood over a pot, stirring a vegetable stew.

"When will mom come home, dad?" A small voice asked, as a shadow sitting up against the hut lowered his head, making a sheepish sounding laugh, that was devoid of all enthusiasm. "I don't know, son. For now, we have to be careful what we say." Goku whispered raspily, patting Gohan's head, where his dragon ball cap had been discarded, the child looking tired and dirty.

The man stirring the stew made an angered huff at his stirring station, another dropping some torn up slices of rabbit meat into the pot. "Who cares if they hear us? I never knew you to be so careful about what you say, Goku." Yamcha grumbled, Puar on his shoulder sighing sadly in agreement with him. Krillin dropped the rest of the rabbit in, and licked his fingers clean.

"Soon, the others will be back, and we'll find out more about what's really going on there." He said, dusting off his hands.

"When you find out, don't tell me anything about... Chi-Chi. I couldn't bear to listen to another thing that Raditz has done to her." Goku said dejectedly, nursing an injured arm. It was nearly indecipherable in the shadows, but his injuries he received from his battle with Raditz were still healing, not to mention from the other day when he'd taken him into the barn just for fun, and strapped him down and kicked him mercilessly with Chi-Chi watching.

Raditz was ensuring that he came back every few days to make sure Goku wasn't healing enough to come back for her, he was sure of it. Either that, or Raditz was unwittingly doing this to make him stronger, but it couldn't be that. Not to mention, Goku didn't know the connection between injury and strength, he only trained in the traditional ways, unlike the others from space that would train in back-breaking conditions. The man raking tossed it down, coming back and sitting down by the fire.

"He's got Launch and Bulma too, Let's not forget. There's got to be some secret weakness that the saiyans have. Chaotzu, did you find anything?" Tien said, turning to see the small fighter floating down from above.

"They left, flying towards West City." The white faced boy said, pointing in that same direction. "Ok. Good work. Come sit and have something to eat." Tien said, patting the ground next to him.

"It's bad enough they got Bulma already. I would hate to think what to think Raditz would do to her parents." Yamcha said glumly, then put his head in his hands, and began sobbing. "There, there, Yamcha, it'll be alright. Maybe Dr. Briefs can come up with something to help everyone!" The little cat said chipperly, and Krillin nodded, agreeing.

"Puar is right, her parents wouldn't let Bulma go missing like this. Capsule Corp has some high tech security, so I don't see how they could get into that fortress." Krillin reassured, though maybe he was over exaggerating.

They all nodded solemnly in agreement, Goku staring listlessly at the ground, his large hands hanging limp from his lap, where the fingernails had been pulled free with pliers, some of his fingers lumpy and broken. Raditz may have been his brother, but he was cruel. There was no speck of kindness in his heart that Goku could see.

"Daddy," Gohan whimpered, tugging on his father's tattered gi as he attempted to rouse him once again.

"Gohan, let your dad sleep, ok?" Krillin said gently, and the little boy hesitated, his tail twitching. "But, what's wrong with him?"

"Nothing's wrong with me, I'm just tired." Goku said softly, and smiled the best he could for his son.

"Everything will be ok, once I'm healed up, we'll go after them." Goku reassured Gohan, then pulled him close to sit between his legs while he rested.

Another figure approached from the shadow, a hulking form with two horns that made the rest of them tense up for a moment; anticipating it was one of the saiyans.

Then, he shrunk down, and they were relieved to see it was just Oolong, the pig with his head down as he walked up the dusty trail. He had been one of the men present to Bulma's little show, but he had been far too chicken, nor strong enough to do anything when the Prince took her behind the curtain. He approached the fire, and fell to his knees, exhausted from the long walk there and back.

"What's the news, Oolong? What did you see?" Yamcha said tensely, and the pig stuttered to answer.

"I-It's worse than we thought. They got Bulma, the Prince I mean, Vegeta. He's the Prince of All Saiyans, they said. Raditz, and another one named Nappa. He's big, but it's the short one that scared me." Oolong trembled, dragging his hands down his face.

"What happened? Tell me now, Oolong!" Yamcha snapped, grabbing him by the shoulders.

"W-Well, you see, things seemed to be ok when the Prince and the other one arrived, everyone was all dancing and having a good time, that was until they made Bulma strip."

"What?" Yamcha croaked out, swallowing hard. "Yes. And the Prince, I.. I couldn't tell you if he liked it or not. But he took her, and dragged her back to the dungeon. After putting the girls to bed, I high-tailed it outta there. I'm sorry, I was just so scared!" He whimpered, placing his face in his hands as his shoulders began to shake.

"It's ok, Oolong. If Bulma.. Launch, and Chi-Chi don't make it back, we can find the dragon balls and.." Yamcha began to say, but Tien stopped him, placing one hand on his shoulder, and gripping it tight.

"Don't say it, please. I don't want to hear you talk like that, Yamcha. We're not in such dire circumstances yet, talking like that is only a coward's train of thought." He said sternly, and Krillin laughed a bit uneasily.

"I don't know about you guys, but I honestly do feel a bit cowardly. I can't help it, they've got our friends. We were lucky Raditz said Master Roshi was too old to hold a rake. He's all alone at Kame House." He pointed out, so they had two different backup players that they could hopefully make use of in the future.

"And Ox King. Let's not forget, I'm sure Chi-Chi's dad is worried about her too. But, I don't want them to be brought into all this, guys. They may be strong, but these saiyans are on a much, much higher playing field." Goku said seriously, shaking his head sternly. "Come on, let's eat and go to bed." He said at last, and Yamcha nodded, picking up a stack of bowls, and beginning to fill them.

"We'll feel better in the morning. Tomorrow is another day." He said to give them all reassurance. The others could only hope that what he said was true.

Panchy paced back and forth in her bedroom, holding her fluffy pink bathrobe tight over her chest.

"Oh, oh dear, I just have the worst feelin'," She said worriedly, walking over to the window to stare out at the broken skyline. There were fires raging in the distance, screams and thumping music coming from all around, a sign of the gangs and delinquents now having occupied West City, free of police intervention. She glanced back to the bed to see that it was still empty where her husband normally slept, instead just a small black circle was there, as Scratch took a cat nap.

"He must still be tinkering away in the lab." She sighed, slipping on a pair of low heeled house slippers with white poufs on the open toes. "That sweet old husband of mine is so worried about his baby girl. Just like me." She whispered to herself as she made her way out of the room, and down the stairs quickly, for a woman her age she had quite alot of energy, her breasts bouncing in the silky shift she wore beneath the parted robe.

"Oh, Bulma darling, why do you always have to chase right after danger? Why couldn't you just stay home with your parents for a while? Now the whole world is ending, and we have this big house all to ourselves." She rambled on to herself, coming down to the ground floor. Well, I'll go and visit with my garden for a little bit. The backyard is safe enough, it's fenced in. She thought to herself, and walked out the backdoor towards the expansive gardens, coming up to a small well, and lowering a bucket down to fetch some fresh water to fill her watering can with. She hummed happily as she did so, wiggling her bottom temptingly, her eyes upturned naïvely to the dark sky behind her, where two shadows floated before the shifting clouds.

There was a rumbling sound behind her that made her turn her head slightly.

"Scratch? That you?" She said, then shrugged and began pulling up the bucket again, until setting it on the edge of the well.

She went to reach for her watering can, but only grasped air. Panchy turned around and saw nothing there, but felt a heat phase behind her, then a weight in the air surrounding her.

"Who's there? Stop playing games with me, Scratch, I don't like it!" She huffed, then turned around, and saw her watering can. She took it as it was offered to her.

"Thank you." Panchy said.

"Anytime, for a sweet gal like you." A deep voice rumbled, and she opened her eyes up wide, her sky blue depths darkening as she took in the tall, muscular man in dark teal and gold armour standing before her.

"Who're you? You're cute." She said with a giggle, backing away just a few steps, a drop of nervous sweat traveling down her temple. "Not so fast." A rasping voice came from behind her, then strong arms came around her, one cupping over her open mouth as she cried out for help, the other restraining her around the waist, making her drop the watering can.

"Well, do you want this one, Nappa, or should I snap her neck? Stop being so fucking shy, come claim your prize." Raditz demanded, and Nappa nodded, coming up, holding out a blue collar and chain that attached to his wrist like Raditz's.

Chi-Chi and Launch could only watch from where they were laying helpless on the ground, gagged by their collars, their wrists and ankles chained together as they cried tears of sympathy for Bulma's mother.

"What are you doing? I'm a married woman!" Panchy squealed through Raditz's hand, as Nappa affixed her with the collar, and groped one of her large breasts.

"I really like you. I'm taking you home with me, miss, what's your name?" Nappa whispered gruffly, taking her out of Raditz grip, and cradling her in his arms as she still struggled.

"My-my name is Panchy, but I don't wanna go anywhere!" She whined, and he shushed her. "I'm Nappa, but you are going to have to call me Mister, got that? I'm your Master now." He said with a gruff voice, stroking her blonde bouffant and flattening one side with his clumsy hand. She flinched away, but she wouldn't have much say on the matter now.

"Help me! Bulma, help me!" A familiar voice cried, and Bulma sensed that it was Panchy right away.

Why's mom here? She wondered to herself, then opened her eyes at last. She was trapped in a cage, she realized, one the size of nothing but a dog kennel, with a large wall of cages across from her. Inside the cages, she saw Chi-Chi, Launch, her mother, high-school friends, so many women that she couldn't place the names of, but recognized their faces.

"Mom! What are you doing here?!" She cried out hoarsely, gripping the bars before her, and shaking them as hard as she could.

"Goku! Krillin! Help us!" She cried, but it was useless, her friends were far away.

"Just be quiet," A baritone voice said huskily from beside her, and she turned to see Vegeta in the same cage as her, with a spiked collar on his neck, shackles on his wrists as his naked body was crouched over in the cage. She was flabbergasted; Why on earth would The Prince Of All Saiyans be in here with ME?

Bulma stared at him, unblinking, until noticing his tail coming around towards the front to conceal his groin. She looked away quickly; realizing her mistake, and covered her chest, and the space between her legs, although it was useless now, they'd both gotten a good look at each other, and had worse things to worry about than their nudity at a time like this.

"I don't get it, you're a Prince, so why are you in here with me?" She asked, and gulped as his dark eyes shifted back onto her, and he made a rough chuckle, indicating that he thought her question was ridiculous.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm trapped in here, just as you are." He responded, then laid down on his side in the cage, facing towards her, his arms wrapped around his head of spiky black hair.

"But, can't you use your strength to get us out? I can't stay in here, I'm not like you." She said, her arms crossed over her chest as she shivered. "I can't. Not me, by myself. I need help." He said hollowly, and she blinked, surprised by the words that came from his lips. Her teeth chattered as she looked around, eyeing the lock, and fiddling with it, to no avail.

"Lay down and get some rest, or you'll only prolong our suffering. Sleep, and dream of better days." He said, and Bulma turned to look at him oddly, but Vegeta didn't explain any further, he only looked up at her, and offered his hand to her.

"Will we die here?" She asked, taking his hand, and Vegeta nodded. "We may, one day." He said grimly, and she let out a shuddering sigh, the other hand clawing at her chest where her heart felt like it was being twisted.

"I feel like I'm dying more every day. When will this pain go away?" She cried, and he pulled her down to embrace her in his arms, his warmth surrounding her.

"Death is nothing. Black, cold, endless abyss... This is better." He whispered, and Bulma looked up from tear-filled eyes.

"Why? How could this be better?" She sobbed, and then gasped as she was silenced by his kiss.

The heat of his lips against hers would be enough to distract her from this pain, she understood now as she whimpered into his mouth and let him tighten his grip around her, on the dirty floor of the cage.

Bulma rolled onto her back, her vision foggy as her endless tears made heated streaks down the sides of her face.

"I'll show you something better than death, you'd think you were dying, but that would be much too sweet." He whispered huskily, then kissed down her neck, spreading her legs with one hand to caress the slick warmth there.

I don't understand, why is this happening? Why is my body so hot because of him?

"I hate you." She trembled, squeezing her thighs tight around his hand.

"Do you? Good. You should hate me, but love me as I take your body and use you how I like, we're both slaves but I was better, I never loved my master." He said hatefully back to her, plunging two fingers into her entrance as he bent down and bit onto her breast, the raw scraping of his teeth, and the curling sensation of his fingers as they pumped into her quickly, slipping messily through her moisture, making her moan wantonly.

"Prince, Prince Vegeta!" She cried out, watching how he grinned down at her, and feeling satisfied by his smile. She felt a blunt thump against her folds, and giggled, reaching up to stroke his face. He turned his face and snapped his surprisingly sharp teeth at her hand, drawing blood from her fingertips.

"Suck it, slut. Suck it for me." He purred, and moved her hand to her mouth, two of her fingers filling her mouth. She swallowed her saliva and blood, the coppery taste in her mouth lighting erogenous areas of her brain she had never even noticed before. Vegeta kissed the back of her hand, then they moved their hands in tandem down his chest, his chains jangling as she felt the divots in his hard abdomen, to the prickly hairs at the base of his erection, and they both gripped his hardened flesh loosely, guiding his rounded tip to her entrance.

"You want me, just as I want you. Put it inside of you," He growled, and Bulma felt her face flush, sucking her fingers in her mouth temptingly, as she pulled him down to fill her, moaning against her fingers as she spread her legs wider to take him, their bodies quivering as their connection was cemented, and she felt the brief pop of her wet flesh giving, and then his hips plunged down, filling her delightfully, stretching her body around him as he sunk his length fully into her, and pressed against her cervix.

She gasped and shuddered as he shifted his weight against her, watching how her breasts crushed up against his chest with the first thrust, then the second, bringing his gaze up to stare at her, leaving Bulma breathless as she watched how his deep, black depths were like inky liquid, drowning sadness, their tenderness invoking her cries furthermore, as they embraced, and made love on the floor of the cage.

Bulma squirmed, her body feeling hot with her pleasure, biting her lower lip and sucking it in as she revelled in the way the saiyan prince was fucking her so enthusiastically, his girth sweetly scraping her depths and plunging back in, pushing her further to her ecstasy as she squirmed and screamed beneath him, raking bloody scratches down his back, wishing this dream would never end. Then, the love spell was broken, and her eyes opened.

Warm sunlight was spilling across her bed, her blue, comfy bed, her own legs spread out before her drenched core, as she still recovered from her nocturnal orgasm. Blinking, she suddenly started struggling wildly, protesting against the ropes restraining her to the bed posts.

"No! No!" She squealed, her whole body breaking out in goosebumps as she quivered at the thought.

"Will you shut the hell up?" A gruff voice demanded, as Bulma looked around frantically for the source, then found it was right next to her, and let out a high pitched scream. Suddenly, he was above her, cupping his hand over her mouth. Bulma stared up into his face, seeing Vegeta no longer held that tortured gaze as he glared down at her, this gaze seemed heartless. There was no tenderness in those pitch irises.

"Seriously, what is the problem? Is the hunger eating away at your brain?" He grumbled, then let her go, rolling off of her to sit on the edge of the bed, naked. She watched the way his tail swished across the sheets, and how it was attached to the small of his back.

"Did we have sex? I'm all wet." She pouted bluntly, grimacing. She hoped it wasn't that, was it? At this moment, she was still having trouble deciphering her dreams from reality. He laughed, his hand going to rub at his forehead, the spiked band there moving as the chain connecting them was jostled from the motion.

"What a blunt question. No, we didn't have sex. But you were moaning all morning like a bitch in heat, it's about time you stopped that." He said, waving a hand at her dismissively. The way she had called out his name was highly unexpected, and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not.

"But... I don't get it. Am I your slave? You could have done it while I was asleep, I might have enjoyed it." She sneered, crossing her legs. Vegeta walked around to the side of the bed, and began detaching her from the bed posts.

"I am your Master. Call me Prince Vegeta. And no, I wouldn't have taken that opportunity, because it would have been too easy." He said, and Bulma trained her eyes to look away from his body, but she couldn't help but want to check if he'd had a reaction to her or not. She glanced down, and had to hold her breath as she stared at his groin. He wasn't erect. But, even then, the view wasn't so bad on her eyes.

"Stop that." He growled, and tugged on her chain. "I didn't say you could look there." He snapped, and she looked away quickly, feeling ashamed. Why the dream, why the morbid attraction? She felt disgusting.

"You must be seriously famished, if you're chomping at the bit to stare at my flaccid penis." He remarked coldly, Bulma lowering her head.

"I'm sorry...Prince Vegeta. I am hungry, I haven't eaten much lately." She said, hoping to garner some sympathy with a bat of her eyelashes.

"Don't fret. Our morning meal is cooking as we speak. From now on, you will eat with me. Now, get dressed." He rumbled, then turned away from her, picking up his blue suit, and pulling it over his legs. Bulma agreed, she was hungry, and she regretted staring now because he most likely wouldn't forget it, and would probably use it to his advantage to embarrass her.

"Prince Vegeta? What should I wear?" She said timidly, tapping two index fingers together, and looking towards her dresser. For some reason, she was curious what he would choose for her slave costume.

Vegeta sighed, irritated, and pulled out the dresser drawers, flinging some clothes at her.

"Next time, don't ask me such a foolish request. You can pick out your own clothes next time, just don't parade yourself about like those concubines out there." He said, and she took the clothes off the floor to inspect them, tilting her head.

I can wear whatever I want?

Bulma stood shakily, moisture dripping down her thighs, which she wiped away with her hands before putting on the plain white underwear he chose, then dressed in plain blue jeans. She was attempting to put on the black tank top he picked, but couldn't do so with her collar attached to his hand. He noticed her tugging, and walked over, only half dressed himself, and unclipped her from his wrist a moment so they could both finish getting dressed. Then, just as she thought maybe she was free, she heard the metallic click on the choker once again.

"Damnit." She grumbled, and Vegeta snorted at that.

"It's not so bad. Could be much worse, you could be locked in a cage, with only the skin on your back for warmth." He snapped, and she was silenced, shocked by the similarity it had to her dream.

I'm not in a dream anymore. No, this is reality. Someone... Please help me.

Chapter Text

Soft, so soft and fragile…have to be gentle…

Nappa's stream of thought persisted, as he flew up with the little woman struggling in his arms.

"Let me go! I'm the wife of Dr. Briefs! If you ugly brutes harm me, why! My husband will make a big machine so tough, it'll crush you!" Panchy huffed, grunting as she punched, and kicked to get out of Nappa's grip.

"What was that, old woman?" Raditz snapped, holding one hand out to stop Nappa's flight away from Capsule Corporations.

"You'd better watch that pretty little mouth, missy," Nappa growled, then turned towards Raditz.

"So what, your husband has some type of technology like your daughter was ranting about to save her own ass?" Raditz rasped, gesturing down at the building below.

"I- He… My Bulma? You have my daughter?!" She shrieked, her face going a pale shade, her eyes wide open with a horrified gaze.

"So what if I do?" Raditz smirked, adjusting Chi-Chi and Launch in his arms, the two women with their collars pulled up into their mouths, nodding slightly to her, drool and tears dripping uncontrollably down their chins.

"Let's take little Miss Briefs to her new home. Oh, and forget about your married name." He sneered, then made a gesture with two fingers at Nappa, then at the building below.

"You're sure..? But, what about the-"

"Should I tell Prince Vegeta that you hesitated, even for a moment, General Nappa?" Raditz intoned seriously, and Nappa's jaw dropped, shaking his head back and forth in refusal, wordlessly.

"Good. I trust you to take care of it. We all want to be getting home, and in bed, don't we?" He purred, and the two girls nodded their heads, Chi-Chi choking back a small sob.

Nappa was still frozen stiff as Panchy and he watched Raditz retreat, the woman clawing at his shoulders to keep a grip on him. He turned to look at her face, and his grimace deepened to see the tears running from her upturned eyes.

"Please, Mister Nappa, please just let me go home, I promise I'll be quiet about all this if you could help me get back my Bulma-"

"I didn't say you could talk." He said in a gravelling tone, placing one hand on her face, covering her lips.

"Just be quiet, and keep your eyes closed." He said, and looked down towards the large dome of Capsule Corporations, and raised one arm, unfolding two fingers. Panchy screamed out in horror as a great blast of heat rushed past her, hanging onto the big man for dear life as a massive explosion erupted from below, flattening the buildings for miles all around; the Volcanic Explosion decimating Capsule Corp in one wide sweep.

Panchy's screaming was lessened by the deafening boom of the explosion, as Nappa watched the dust part, and waited to be sure that his target was eliminated.

"I had to do that. You'll be ok, though. We're going home now." He said, his rough voice so thick, it vibrated through his neck where her arms were clasped around as she sobbed endlessly into his throat. He sighed, and turned himself about to follow after Raditz. Once turned around, Nappa saw he had been watching; as expected.

"Good work, Nappa. Let's get back." The younger saiyan said, and Nappa grunted back at him.

The two took the long flight back to Saiyan City, passing over Central City without a moment's glance, Nappa eager to return with his catch. Panchy still sobbed, no matter if he patted her back, or stroked the fluffy curls on her head. He simply didn't know how to console the little woman, but knew that this was all a part of the contract. She would get over it eventually, and even if she didn't, she still had a responsibility as his slave.

"We'll be back soon. Don't worry." Nappa said to Panchy with a chuckle, glancing over to Raditz. Panchy's head felt like it was near to bursting with her pain, her tears, her grief too hard to restrain; even if the big man thumped her on back and knocked the wind out of her, and raked his calloused hand over her hair, ripping out the bobby pins, making her curls start to fall from their updo. Her entire body trembled with fear, with what little glances she could bear to look at on the ground, seeing it so far below that what did remain of the buildings looked like little but bricks.

"Besides, her bitch daughter is there, and by now I'm sure Vegeta has broken her will, too." Raditz said, his words resounding in her head, tormenting her to no end. The rest of the fly back was a blur to her. Once they'd arrived at the club, Panchy had exhausted herself into silence, her tears gone dry.

"Home, sweet home. At least for now. One day, we'll have a nice, big castle." Nappa informed her, shaking her by the shoulder a bit. They flew down, and went inside the building; noticing all was dark, the woman locked securely in their bedrooms. Even Vegeta had gone to sleep, it seemed, when Raditz put his ear up to the blue haired bitch's door, and to his surprise, heard his Prince snoring of all things. He snickered a bit to himself and walked away; feeling assured now that he must have provided a suitable slave for the prince, her feminine comforts satisfactory enough to be sleeping soundly the way he was.

Nappa set Panchy down, fishing around behind the bar for a drink for the little woman.

"What kinda drinks d'ya earth women like? I'm used to just fermented malt liquor, sludge like that. All this stuff is still fresh.." Nappa rambled, hoping some liquor would help the woman forget.

"A Dirty Shirley Temple, please. And make it a double." She said weakly, his eyes lighting up once he heard her address him without sobbing, or in anger.

"Uhh.." Nappa murmured in confusion, looking around the the bottles in bafflement.

Big dummy, Panchy thought, exasperated.

"Could ya move, Mister? I'll get it." Panchy huffed at him, then sauntered over, and moved him out of the way by nudging his thigh with her hip, her large buttocks making the silk robe she wore seem to shimmer.

"Uh, o-okay," He said conspicuously, glancing over his shoulder to make sure Raditz or Vegeta wasn't watching.

"Hand me that grenadine, if you would." She snapped to him, not making eye contact with him in her anger with the big, bumbling behemoth. Nappa looked around at the bottles, then grabbed the one that seemed to resemble what she had said.

"I'm only gonna show you this once, big boy. Then, you'd better get busy, because I'm about to get as drunk as a skunk." Panchy informed him, sniffling as she opened up the grenadine.

"Alright, um. I'm watching." Nappa said, almost hesitantly, still glancing back to check for Raditz.

What am I doing? This is MY slave woman. She's not the boss of me! He thought angrily, his eye twitching as he grabbed the next thing she pointed at.

"Pay attention!" Panchy said, pulling on the chain attached to his wrist, and Nappa growled back at her, watching her pour the liquid into a tall glass, with maraschino cherries swimming around in the bubbling pink liquid.

Just for tonight, I'll get her liquored up real good. Then after that, I'm in command.

"Good boy," She said, taking the next item with a giggle, Nappa's cheeks flushing red in response.

"Mister Nappa, remember. You'd better call me by my proper name, Panchy." He said seriously, gulping as he watched her take a cherry out of the jar by the stem, and pop it in her lips, pulling the meat of the fruit off by her teeth. "Wanna see a trick?" She said sweetly, twisting the little stem between her fingers.

"Sure.." Nappa purred, leaning close to see what she had in store for him. He watched as she stuck her pink little tongue out, and pulled the stem back in with it, making a funny face as she moved her mouth side to side, humming as she did. He wasn't sure why he started purring like he did, watching how she fiddled with the little stem in her mouth, his tail loosening from around his waist and slightly wagging as it hung low to the ground.

"There!" She said triumphantly, and pulled the stem out of her mouth, revealing that she had somehow tied a knot in it with her tongue; and was gloating about her tongue twisting skills.

"Betcha can't do that, can ya? Do you even know what kissing is, hmm?" She said with a giggle, and sipped her drink. Nappa frowned, feeling baffled by her wording, but his curiosity was aroused by this tongue 'trick' she had showed him. He supposed he would listen, gathering up the items she'd set out, and making her another drink before she'd even gotten half way through her first. Nappa kept nodding as the little woman rambled about whatever kissing was, his ears pricked with interest as he stirred the drink for her.

"You're a quick learner, Mister Nappa." Panchy said, then took a long sip of her drink, the straw stuttering as it sucked up the last of the liquid in the glass.

"Sure, making a drink isn't some kinda skill I've ever needed, but it's pretty easy, why?" He said, and slid the drink towards her, taking a seat beside her at the bar.

"Well, not that I would ever say this if it weren't for my darling husband being gone, but if I'm going to be any man's slave, he's still got alot of work to do if he wants to win over me, I'm a lady." She said, taking the drink as it slid, uncrossing her legs, then disregarded the straw entirely and drank from the glass as if hungrily, gulping down the sweet, fizzy pink liquid.

Nappa's tail frizzed up as she did this, watching how her robe slipped up, and revealed her matching white silk panties with delicate lace around the edges.

"Of course, heheh. You're a beautiful lady, Miss Panchy." Nappa smiled, and watched as she tilted her head back, downing the drink entirely.

The far horizon of Central City was broken by the jagged outcrops of buildings still smoking where all unnecessary production was being put to an end, all business that was not saiyan business was no longer important in these desolate lands. Piccolo tapped his nails on a ribbed pink bicep and sighed deeply as he watched the destruction with a narrowed gaze. The surrounding rural area was where many of the city workers were turned into his serfs, kept contained within the castle gates.

King Castle was once again claimed by a Namekian, as he had done before and seen his failure by Son Goku, who had only been a child then. Now he was a grown man, Piccolo a new man; still retaining the memories of that time, the techniques his former self had used, still fresh in the back of his mind. Piccolo at last turned away from the window, and walked back to the throne room, where a nest of Namekian eggs were surrounding the throne.

"Sir Piccolo." A sly female voice caught his attention, his head turning just a fraction of an inch. "Colonel Violet. What is it?" He grumbled, aware of the clicks of her studded combat boots on the glossy marble floor tiles.

"I've been made aware that Prince Vegeta and his lackey, Nappa have made their appearance in Satan City...I mean, Saiyan City." She said, clearing her throat. Piccolo turned fully to her then, his eyebrow twitching.

" 'Saiyan City?' " He murmured lowly, and she nodded.

"A change of name adequate for their liking. Central City.. we could call it, er.. Namekian City." She said with a slight wink, and Piccolo huffed. Raditz had informed him of the name of his alien species just recently, but it really didn't make any difference to him. He shrugged, and the small, purple haired woman a few feet shorter than him nodded, blowing a big bubble gum bubble, and popping it.

"I take it perhaps you like that, eh? What do you like?" She spoke her thoughts aloud, hands on her hips as she gazed at the slimy eggs with one raised brow. Piccolo blinked at her question, and found he didn't truly have an answer for the woman.

"What are those slimy things... eggs..? Where'd they come from?" She said with disgust, backing up a step. Piccolo smirked at the scowl written across her face with an amused chuckle, advancing slowly closer to the small, yet strong earth woman.

"I created them." He said cooly, "If you're asking what I like, I'd like for those Saiyans to make an appearance here, and discuss our next move, or do they not mind having a slimy pile of eggs resting on their precious jewels?" He snickered, and Violet turned her blue eyes to eye the pile once again, them widening in response.

"The precious gems for Prince Vegeta are covered in slime! Sir Piccolo, you can't do this to those saiyans, their strength is-" She shouted, becoming more apprehensive as he neared closer to her face.

"Impossible to combat, isn't it? That's why I choose now, instead of later to fight against it, to use these gems to our advantage, Colonel Violet." He said gruffly, staring down his aquiline nose at her, one brow ridge cocked in question.

"Right, Sir. Yes Sir." She nodded quickly, turning her face back to stare at the eggs once again, as a long hairline fracture began to form in one of them.

"These incubating eggs will be my new army. I trust you'll treat your higher officers with respect. Now," Piccolo informed her, turning away sharply, and making his way to the throne, encased by slick green slime around the base, diamonds and other precious gems piled all around as a nest for the eggs.

"Tell me everything that you received from your reconnaissance at Saiyan City." He demanded, resting his large, green skinned hands on his thighs.

"Uhm.. hmm.." She began, chewing quickly on her bubblegum.

"I was able to get back to Agent M, concerning her undercover mission. She's been taken as a type of slave for the Saiyans... A female slave." Colonel Violet frowned, lowering her head as she recalled the messages she'd received from the secret agent.

Piccolo seemed nonplussed by this, tapping on an eggshell with his claw.

"And...? What else?" He grumbled, picking at the shell as if distracted by hatching his soldiers as soon as possible. Violet shifted her feet anxiously, then took a paper out of her pants pocket, clearing her throat.

"I'll read the message she sent. Colonel V. I have secured my position in the Saiyan's dungeon. I am risking everything in order to be here, but I do this in the memory of my beloved companions. They died at the brutish Saiyan's hand, Raditz, without the chance to finish our objective..." She began, sniffling as she continued to read. Piccolo moved nary an inch as he listened, frowning.

"To get the dragon balls... We lost the ones we had.. I'm forced to dress in barely anything, cold, underdressed...Raditz's orders, he likes to watch me undress.." She lowered her voice, placing one hand over her face. "without anything to keep me warm at night besides a threadbare blanket..." She whispered, and Piccolo slammed one fist down on the armrest.

"What has she reported that is of importance? How many Dragon Balls were lost, then?" He snapped hastily, making Violet flinch angrily, crinkling the paper.

"She's been made into a slave! What don't you understand!? Her fellow comrades, dead! Soon, Mai will be RAPED!" Colonel Violet screamed, then stormed up to Piccolo, and faced him angrily, watching how he bared his teeth, still seemingly unaffected by her words.

"And what do I care about human affairs? Rape, what is the purpose of it, but to procreate? Make more weak children?" He grumbled, looking away from her in frustration.

Violet was silenced for a moment, her shoulders lowering as she realized her mistake. "...I apologize Sir Piccolo, for not having elaborated the gravity of the situation... She's frightened of it, because it's not with her agreement. It's a means to gain satisfaction for the attacker, but is traumatic for the victim... She could be impregnated without her consent. With a saiyan half-breed. Female humans have unfertilized eggs in their stomachs... So perhaps, you could understand how it would be...undesirable." She continued, wringing her hands together anxiously as she stared at the floor below her feet.

Piccolo scoffed harshly in disgust, a pained expression on his face as his own exaggerated imagery invaded his thoughts, of an egg filled woman's stomach bursting at the seams, that was as much understanding he could muster towards the situation, and it was enough to cause him to feel a small sliver of empathy for the female humans, nauseatingly so.

"Enough! I can see why that would be..." He said, his voice fading, then shook his head.

"The Earth would be reborn anew if it were up to my command. No need to take the earth women by force... they would hand themselves to the prince and his servants, if they had any couth, perhaps the women would be less hesitant. Once they understood how the strategic destruction of their toxic waste factories is beneficial to their planet's survival, maybe then, the farm laborers who come to grovel at my feet and complain of calloused hands, they too could understand my plan to rejuvenate the planet." Piccolo said, resting his chin in his hand, and sighing with his frustration.

"The farms are doing well, Sir. Raditz has expanded the land as you instructed to be able to grow more crops."

"Good, one thing a Saiyan and I can agree upon, is that these humans are an infestation on this earth's crust... We must be rid of as many as we can in a mass extinction. Although, I'm not in agreement with this female dungeon." He said with a wave of his hand, shaking his head.

"It's disgusting, and needs to be stopped. If they want to make half-breeds after the reconstruction is done, fine, but this is no way to gain the support of the remaining humans." Piccolo sighed, crossing his arms. Violet nodded, and smiled at him, her blue eyes sparking up in admiration towards him.

"What? Stop that." He growled, looking away quickly.

"You'd be a good King, Sir Piccolo..." She said, putting her arms behind her back, and popping her bubblegum again. He laughed harshly at her, finding her claim ridiculous.

"Perhaps you forget, Miss Violet, but I failed at that in the past. My predecessor was taken out by a blast through the chest by Son Goku, and that's when I made my last ditch plan, and expelled the essence of myself out in an egg like these ones, before that body was destroyed. It was humiliating, suffering that fate to a mere child who wasn't even aware that he was an alien." Piccolo grumbled, taking a handful of diamonds, and squeezing them until the slime dripped through his fingers.

Violet watched with widened eyes, then twitched in place when he beckoned to her with one hand.

"Come, tell me more of your knowledge of Earth. I admit it's been a long time, well, perhaps the first time that I have ever had a human female to advise me on these matters." He said, and Violet came forth, one hand tensed at the gun hanging off her hip holster.

"Put out your little hand, I promise I won't bite it." He said, chuckling roughly, and she did. He emptied a small share of diamonds into her hand, Violet gasping as he did.

"I have no use for them, their value in my hands is only for the Saiyan's cooperation. Cooperate with me, trust me, and I will give you more of these gems. Then, perhaps we will find a way out for your friend... Agent M. She'll be safe here with me, I have no.. need to breed with females." He said lowly, leaning close to speak softly in her ear.

Violet cupped the gems in her hand tightly, then without warning, she threw her arms around his neck, and sobbed heavily, her shoulders shaking as she crawled up on the throne with him. Piccolo dug his nails into the armrests in resistance; his eyes wide with confusion.

"I never had a boss like you, I've never been given the opportunity to speak... to be treated like an equal, and not some Red Ribbon army servant...Commander Red never let me-"

"Get off! I never said you could touch me!" He snapped, but didn't move to toss the fragile little human. Violet recovered quickly, wiping her eyes, then she scrambled away off his lap, towards the barracks where she'd taken up residence. Piccolo brushed himself off, scoffing. He picked up the letter she had left behind, and crumpled it up into a little ball.

"Saiyan savages..." He grumbled, and incinerated the ball of paper in his hand. Then, there was a wet crunch to the side of him, and he stood up abruptly; his attention on the hatching egg.

"Arise. The sooner the better." He said with a pleased grin, and watched as the shell pulsed where a slimy, green-skinned hand was feeling around for an opening.

"Move it," Vegeta grunted, nudging Bulma forth with the pull chain attached to his wrist. She stumbled to keep up with him, normally she didn't trip over her own feet, but she had to admit she was still feeling a bit wobbly from that dream she had about the pint-sized princeling.

"Can't you slow down?" She grumbled, then quickly regretted that question as he stopped in place, and she fell into his back. Bulma scrambled to get away from him in a hurry, feeling disgusted when her hand grazed across his hip and felt the coarse fur of his tail with her palm.

"Learn to keep up." He huffed, then began walking once again after she'd regained balance.

"Where are we going?" She asked, attempting to peek over his hair as she walked in line behind him, instead of beside him; as he'd instructed, keeping one fist clenched as he folded the leash arm around his back and held the chain in his hand. Bulma hated this arrangement, as expected, but she supposed it could be much worse, like he said. He could have raped her last night, but instead he chose to let her rest instead of taking advantage of her exhaustion. Bulma walked in pace with him now as they came out of the living quarters and towards the bar area of the club, noticing he'd slowed down just a bit so she could keep up.

They came to one of the booths, Vegeta gesturing for her to sit with one open-faced palm. Bulma's brows rose, but she took her seat anyway. Vegeta followed, closing the space between the table and her escape. Now she understood, he wasn't being kind to her, he was trapping her in. They sat in silence for a moment, then Bulma was startled by the whirr of an electric drill. She glanced towards the sound, and gasped when she saw that there were human men enslaved by them working on patching up the roof. Vegeta observed the woman eyeing the work being done on the ceiling, smirking, then nodded towards the booth where it had been patched.

So, he really did have it fixed. Does he expect me to be impressed? Bulma huffed, glancing at it quickly, then shrugging at him.

Vegeta's features pinched in angrily and he wrapped the chain around his hand one more time.

"What do you say?" He growled, the steady tug on her neck hard enough to pull her down, but she resisted.

"Thank you." She spat, holding back the urge to cough as he pulled the chain tighter, examining her gaze with his own as if he were studying an insect.

"Good." He clipped, and dropped her chain so she could breathe. Bulma stroked her throat, gulping as she stared down at her own lap, not sure how she should react. It went against everything in her nature, she never stepped down for a man just because he was stronger than her, she never bowed to a Prince in all her lifetime, she never thought she would ever have to. She shouldn't have to thank him, sure she demanded the repairs, but in the end, how long did they truly expect to stay here? Before Vegeta's arrival, Raditz had barely any use of her besides as leverage with the earth men, he himself seemed disgusted by her, and now so did Vegeta. So, why did they even take her?

Bulma's head bobbed as she dozed off beside him, not before hearing a sharp clap in her ears.

"Look alive woman!" Vegeta snapped, waking her up quickly with a clap of his hands. She blinked a few times, not sure if what she was seeing was really there, or if she was dreaming again, but she could have sworn she was witnessing her own mother pouring her and the Saiyan Prince cups of coffee, his and resting on the booth, over his possession.

"Good morning madam, and who might you be?" Vegeta asked Panchy with a surprising amount of manners, smirking up at Nappa as he hovered behind the blonde little woman.

"I'm Mrs. Briefs, Bulma's mothe-"

"No, you're not." Vegeta snapped, slamming his palm flat on the table, causing her to jump back in fear. Nappa grimaced and pulled her chain taut, making her gulp for her breath as she stared down at Bulma with despair clear in her large blue eyes.

"This servant woman's name is Shortie. She's my slave girl. You and her, will act as if you do not know each other. Now tell me, what is your name?" He asked while Nappa curled his finger beneath her chin, stroking where her throat was bobbing for air.

"B-Bunny. Mister Nappa told me my new name is Bunny, your Majesty." She whispered raspily, then Nappa let the leash go slack. Panchy gasped for her breath, and turned herself away, headed back to the kitchen to fetch the rest of their meal, Nappa lumbering at her heels.

Bulma had gone wide-eyed, breathless, the white tips of her fingers gripping the table to keep herself balanced. Vegeta picked up the cup of coffee and sniffed it suspiciously, eyeing Bulma from his peripheral as she remained still.

"What is this swill?" He muttered, and her eyes shakingly met his.

"Coffee.."

"Shortie. Take a sip, would you?" He ordered, rather than asked and moved it towards her face. Bulma grimaced, turning her cheek away.

"Tch. You need to drink something." He grunted irritably, and gripped her by the chin, intending to force the hot coffee down.

"I don't want it like that!," She gritted out as he rubbed his thumb across her lips, thinking about how he could pry her mouth open. "I like it s-sweet.." She whispered, feeling ashamed of herself, and he blinked at her, screwing one brow up in confusion.

"Two cream, two sugar." A familiar voice announced, then there was the sound of dishes being set down with Panchy's arrival. Breakfast was served, and with that, two spoonfuls of sugar, and two drops of cream, stirred into a cup of black magic. Bulma drank her coffee, and Vegeta seemed pleased for the time being, taking eagerly to his own breakfast. Bulma nibbled at her scrambled eggs and toast with jam that her mothe-Bunny, had made special to her liking. The two sat down across from them, Bunny giving her a tight smile, then looking away quickly in shame as Nappa nuzzled against her ear, and took a deep inhale of her scent.

"Where is Raditz, and his females?" Vegeta wondered, snapping his fingers at Nappa. The larger saiyan backed away from his new toy, and pulled a large tray of meats and scorched eggs and potatoes towards himself, something that looked like he had cooked it for himself over a burning pit. Panchy seemed fit to sip from a cup of tea, and wearily take small bites from a baked pastry, nursing her own hangover.

"I dunno, still sleeping?" Nappa shrugged, and Vegeta pounded one fist on the table, making both the women flinch, even Nappa blinked at the movement.

"We have no time for sleep! Once you're done, go get him."

Nappa nodded in compliance, and began finishing off his meal quickly after Vegeta returned his attention to his plate, grumbling all the while.

Bulma felt his eyes on her, and gulped, feeling a lump in her throat, her stomach souring as she struggled to keep her meal down. She'd eaten half her eggs, and half a piece of toast, before feeling nauseous. Bulma went to pick up her fork, holding it shakily in her hand, her nerves becoming frayed with how his unblinking gaze remained focused on her. She picked up her fork, then dropped it again, and choked back a sob of frustration.

"You're weak. Pitifully so." Vegeta explained for her, turning his body her way, and picking up the fork; examining the interesting eating utensil native to this planet. He stabbed it at her eggs, taking a large portion, then returning his attention on her. "You have to eat everything on this plate, or else your body will keep eating itself." He said, then moved the fork toward her mouth. Nappa watched and furrowed his brows, confused as to why someone such as the prince would even lift a hand to his own servant. But, he could agree, the girl was too thin for his liking.

"Open your mouth." He seethed, seeing how Bulma turned her cheek once again as he attempted to stab the food in, and poked her face with the fork in turn.

"I'm not hungry!" She whimpered.

He growled with fury at the insolence of the woman, and grabbed her roughly by the jaw, his fingers digging into the divots there just hard enough to force open her mouth.

"You'd better eat everything on your plate, swee-I mean, Shortie..." Panchy said meekly, and Bulma sobbed, her jaw aching as Vegeta piled eggs inside her mouth for her to eat. When at last he was satisfied with the amount, he released his force and let her close her mouth, having no other choice but to chew and swallow it for him.

"Just one slice of bread left now, open for me." He snapped, and crushed the bread into a ball with his gloved fingers, compacting it to make it smaller for her.

Bulma opened her mouth willingly this time, her gaze on her mother, looking away quickly in shame as he eased the ball into her mouth, and his finger in turn. She thought to bite it for a second, but instead shuddered as he slid it slowly out of her lips.

"Swallow it. Whole." Vegeta chuckled deviously, and Nappa joined in as well. Bulma's mouth watered as the sweet ball of dough and strawberry jam rested on her tongue, then she did as he commanded. Vegeta pulled her collar taut, and stared at her throat in satisfaction as she swallowed. Bulma made a high pitched gulp. Vegeta made a satisfied purr in response, before picking up her plate, and examining the drops of jam there. Bulma eyed the plate, then looked up at him, awaiting her fate.

"You'll lick it all up." Vegeta said, and grinned.

Bulma nodded, knowing well what he wanted, she lowered her head, and began to lick the plate as he held it.

"Good pet." Vegeta said, and Bulma felt a shiver go down her spine in response. She obediently lapped the mess from her plate, a soft sob coming from her mother as she watched the degrading scene play out.

It was a scenario she had been stuck with before, something everything in her was fighting to go against. Chi-Chi felt invisible in the corner of the black leather bed where her arms were handcuffed to the post, her only command : to watch. She took a deep breath and steeled her gaze onto her Master and his slave, who had for the moment, reversed roles it seemed. Blonde Launch wore a black latex body harness with O ring straps that circled around her nipples and breasts, chained down her stomach and cinched around her hips, a zipper between her legs for quick access.

It wasn't exactly what she wore that made her threatening, but what she was doing to Raditz. He lay still on the mattress slick with his sweat, hair clinging to his back and neck as he remained paralyzed in place. Chi-Chi was beside him, looking down at his contorted face with concern, not understanding how he could possibly enjoy being immobilized like this down to the bed, a white gag in his mouth shaped like a dog bone kept him from screaming too loud as Launch whipped him across his straining muscular thighs with a riding crop. His hips jerked upwards, and he ground his teeth into the rubber bone and moaned.

The welts rising on his legs seemed to make his erection tense even more where it, as well, had been restrained, jutting out from an open zipper down his black body suit that ended at his shoulders and thighs. There was something similar to the red bands like the ones on his arms and legs, small, yet wide enough to fit around his girth and his testes, which bulged with engorged veins from Launch's relentless cock teasing.

"Did I say you could moan, you little bitch?" She snapped, and whipped him across his thighs again, this time only inches away. Chi-Chi flinched as Raditz restrained his growls, Launch laughing with glee, playing with the captive bead ring pierced into her nipple. As Launch grew enticed by his torment, Chi-Chi squirmed against her handcuffs, clamping her legs together tight as she watched a stream of moisture leak from the tip of his cock, and travel down a vein bulging from the side of his reddened penis.

She didn't know why her mouth watered as she watched his torture, the pearl necklace thong between her legs tickling at her clit and becoming drenched with her moisture. She wanted to watch him suffer. He deserved the pain, the abuse, whatever Launch could throw at him for what he's done to this planet. Chi-Chi gathered the saliva in her mouth, and spit on his arm angrily, then flinched slightly as he reacted enthusiastically, making muffled growls, his own drool dappling the air, an audible crunch made on the bone as his fangs elongated into it.

"You like it when women spit on you, pig?" Chi-Chi snarled, and lunged at him, but couldn't reach, she felt enraged that he was taking pleasure out of her insult. He groaned a muffled response into the gag, his eyes glaring at Chi-Chi from his peripheral as his hips bucked and beads of her spit ran down his sweaty face.

"mmease, ease, hh hhii.." He groaned, and Chi-Chi spit on him again, this time the spit landing on his brow and running down into his eye, making him close it and shudder.

Launch crawled up onto the bed and unzipped her latex crotch opening, her face flushed as her slick pink labia was revealed, her soft, plump lips dripping with her translucent essence.

"Fuck, I can't take it anymore Raditz, I gotta have your cock!" She moaned, and spread her legs wide to take him, aiming his long, thick member swollen with blood to her heated entrance, Chi-Chi watching with an open mouthed stare as she wondered how Launch would fit it all inside of her. Raditz noticed her stare and purred, slackening his jaw as he watched her squirm, her legs moving as she wiggled uncomfortably, exposing her flushed pussy with white pearls wedged up against her clit.

Launch moaned huskily as she slid herself down into his erection, his immobilized body giving her the advantage. Raditz made muffled sounds of pleasure, but his eyes never left Chi-Chi, even as his favorite girl began impaling herself enthusiastically on his stiffened organ, his pent up release trapped by his bindings making her riding him almost too much for him to handle.

Chi-Chi blushed, and spread her legs, using her wiggling thighs to play with the slick little pearls tangled up with her inner labia, showing Raditz what he wanted but could never have made a thrill rush throughout her body, if only she or he weren't trapped like they were like this, she might have let him have it in just a momentary lapse of judgement, her beloved husband far away from her thoughts in this moment.

"You can't have me, you.. savage.. you can stare at my wet pussy all you like, Raditz... but I won't let you inside of it.." Chi-Chi whispered to him, and spread her legs so he could see her opening as she wriggled against the pearls, teasing herself to orgasm, her firm thighs and tight body tempting him to go against his orders and ravage Kakarot's little cock teasing little wife. Raditz bit the gag in half and spit it out, straining his entire body against the straps binding him to the bed, his arms at his sides straining to get out of their cuffs.

"Let me go Launch, I demand it, let me out of the restraints!" He screamed, and the girl slowed her energetic bouncing on him, looking angry as he seemed more distracted by Chi-Chi than her, while she was the one riding his cock, demure little Chi-Chi was giving him a show and invading his thoughts, when all that should be going through his mind was her!

"You didn't say it right, Master." Launch huffed, and started up where she was before, attempting to work herself back up to her own climax. Chi-Chi closed her legs and looked away, ashamed with herself for what she had done. The bed began to shake with Raditz's rage, the sound of leather stretching, and the wet slaps of Launch riding him to her own ecstasy. Chi-Chi's entire body quivered with anxiety, she knew what was coming but not how quick, or how it would happen and her insides felt pained with the full feeling swelling deep in her pelvis, her outstretched arms dripping perspiration onto her white lacy garments.

Raditz's teeth clicked and he huffed in the scent of her arousal, his eyelids lowering as Launch's convulsing sheath around his engorged cock brought him closer and closer to his own release, but never achieving orgasm due to the tight resistance bands cutting off the connection to his urethra from the vas deferens.

One by one the straps snapped, and his growls grew more erratic with Launch's yelps and moans, the girl grew delirious with her impending orgasm, the thrill of her master finally releasing himself without speaking the secret command brought her pleasure to new levels. She could care less what the prude woman in the corner did, Raditz was all hers.

Chi-Chi ground her hips firmly to the mattress and used the beads to her full advantage, creating a slick puddle beneath herself as she jerked her hips and made whimpers through her teeth. She felt her climax begin to apex when Raditz snapped the last of the straps, the chains jangling as they came away with his wrists. Launch and Chi-Chi were sent into hysterics by their mutual orgasms, at last she felt her body thrumming with pleasure, but it wasn't quite as intense as the other girl's. Launch was rendered mindless by Raditz as he gripped her hard by the hips and used her body to his full advantage, thrusting into her fully until finally she made her last groans and her blonde curls slumped down, and she rested, weak and sated on the bed. Chi-Chi squeezed her legs and felt pulses of her pleasure fading as he slipped slowly out of Launch, and turned his attention back on her.

Chi-Chi yelped as Raditz turned her face quickly with a light slap, tears flying from her eyes. His angered gaze made chills go down her spine as he rose up onto his knees, and placed the hot, wet bulb of his straining erection on her lips, and moved his hips forward. Chi-Chi whimpered, turning her face, then he slapped her other cheek, and parted her legs with one of his knees.

"You've been a dirty little tease, what would your husband think about how wet you've become for his brother?" He purred, and moved aside the pearls to gently stroke, and prod there with his fingertips. Chi-Chi opened her mouth to object but it was quickly filled, the slimy appendage thick in her mouth too much for her to argue against. He thrust and forced her jaw open, the blunt tip of him hitting her throat, and invading it, her collar feeling tight around her throat as it strained and gagged against the fullness making a bulge beneath the skin.

"Take it off with your teeth." He ordered, and Chi-Chi understood what he meant, her face was crushed up against the warmth of his pelt of black curls slick with the strong fragrance of Launch's orgasm and his own musky scent. She could feel the leather bands wrapped around the base of his girth, and fitted her teeth behind the band, allowing him to pull back and release the tension from himself with a relieved sigh.

Chi-Chi spit out the band and flinched as he began to work himself in front of her face quickly, letting out heavy sighs and pants as his other hand began to tickle at her clit, playing in the moisture pooling between her thighs.

"Open your mouth." He demanded, and Chi-Chi held back a cry, then opened her mouth once again, revealing the collected cream from cleaning Launch's cum from him, drool and white streams running down her chin as she stuck her tongue out for him.

"Good wife, Chi-Chi." Raditz chuffed, and placed his other hand on her head, letting his tail take over the fondling between her legs. Her dark eyes grew glazed over as she stared up at him and whimpered, tears falling down her flushed cheeks as he shushed her.

"Master Raditz takes care of you now." He whispered, and she gasped as his long brown tail wedged its way between her folds, the solid tip beneath the bristles made of muscle and bone pushing its way through her pulsing sheath, and invading it deeply.

"What was that about not letting me inside you, whore? My tail has free access to your insides, or would you rather my cock fill you up and make your belly swell with another brat, you want that?" He panted, his slanderous talk making his hand work around his slick cock faster, as well as his strong tail coiled up inside her, the force of its thrusts powered by his jerking hips, lifting her body off the bed with each pump farther inside.

"No!" Chi-Chi wailed, attempting to close her legs but the invading tail was too deep inside, the soaked bristles tickling her tender walls as he slapped strings of his pre-cum onto her displayed tongue, each thump of his meaty head on the flat of her tongue.

"Say yes, Please Master." He snapped, gripping her hard by her leash and yanking it so that it was taut.

"...Please, Master...I'm begging...don't soil my marriage..." Chi-Chi whimpered around the weight on her tongue, both in fear of him, but also pleasure as his long appendage twitched against her cervix, pulsed there and teased at it, seeking further entrance.

"Say what you truly want, or choke and die." He growled, and wrapped the leash tight around his fist, making her cough out at his command.

"Please, fill me with your tail...Master, don't give me your baby." She whispered hoarsely, tears running down her cheeks. The saiyan before her stared down at her reddened face, fully enjoying watching lust glaze over her warm chocolate gaze, he could sense the obedience in her stare that betrayed the words she said, and Raditz knew that they shared this secret pleasure.

"I will soon. I'll make your womb heavy with potent saiyan life milk, you'll give birth to my half-breed pups right in front of that cuck Kakarot," He whispered, and she gasped and broke his gaze, feeling a filthy hot heat blaze through her core as she accepted a most guilty secret to herself, one that thrilled her, but could never happen.

"Tell me when you're about to cum, I order you to imagine it's my cock inside, fucking your pussy raw,"

"Master Raditz, no!" She begged, but this was a familiar game they were playing at this point, one that forced images into her mind of their bodies clashing together, unrestricted and raw, she was imagining his hot flesh plunging into her depths, instead of the tail that he'd now forced the silky tip of past her cervix.

"Master Raditz! I'm cumming!" Chi-Chi cried, jerking her body uncontrollably against his tail, feeling waves of ecstasy rush throughout her veins as the tension finally uncoiled.

"It's too late! I'm cumming in you!" Raditz grunted, thrusting with his tail, and masturbating his hard cock in tandem, until he felt her heat spasm against his tail, and hot liquid sprayed out of the screaming wife, her powerful orgasm wetting his legs and covering him with her shimmering liquid. Raditz groaned, his eyes rolling back as his mind was freed by his heavy release, moaning as ropes of virile semen rained onto her face, chest, and stomach, some drops caught on her tongue she coughed out and let them bubble down her chin as she was fully soiled by Raditz. They stayed like that for a moment, panting, until Raditz shook his head and remembered his current position, waking up from their shared fantasy.

"What a dirty slut, you sure liked that, being drenched all in cum." Raditz smiled, flicking his spiked wrist to release what little was left, dribbling out to join the rest.

Chi-Chi was dazed as like a rope, his tail unravelled from where it was tangled inside her, and opened her eyes tiredly to see that Raditz had already turned away to begin dressing. Without worrying about cleaning off the mess that intimacy with his slave women had left a sheen on his bodysuit, he tucked himself into the suit, pulled up the zipper, then began to dress in his armor. Launch woke with a small sneeze, then giggled as she crawled over and unlocked the handcuffs on Chi-Chi's wrists.

"Hurry and get dressed, girls. We have work to do." Raditz said, and put on his scouter.

"Can't I take a bath first..?" Chi-Chi questioned, pouting. Raditz chuckled, his rumbling voice shaking her confidence as he whipped his still damp tail around in the air to dry it.

"Silly girl. You know what to do." He purred, and Chi-Chi slowly nodded, gulping down her gorge as she began to rub the slick fluids around her breasts, and all over her body, her shame radiating out around her as Launch giggled.

"Chi-Chi, that's not lotion, you silly slut." The bluenette said with a sickening sweet pitch, then turned, and tilted her chin up obediently to be attached to his wrist with a click.

"Launch, now don't be jealous. You were fantastic, as always. Good girl." He purred, and kissed the tip of her nose in a tender gesture that made Chi-Chi grumble low to herself as she shook the filthy slime from her hands, biting her lower lip to keep back the insults she wished to spew out.

You unclean... filthy whore... She cursed herself, and turned her reddened cheek away as Raditz attached her leash to his wrist.

"The good wife, chaste little Chi-Chi." He sneered, and so she squeezed her eyes shut and let her shameful tears fall.

"Mop the mess off the mattress before we leave." He said dismissively, and she nodded solemnly, seeing the evidence of her own disloyalty, then getting up to obey his command.

Chapter Text

The smog above Saiyan City seemed to have grown denser overnight as Bulma stepped outside, shading her eyes from the sting of smoke from the smouldering ruins surrounding them. They left behind the base and congregated outside where cars and motorcycles rushed by, disregarding any speed limits that once had existed. Bulma flinched back from flying gravel as Vegeta walked down the sidewalk and observed his surroundings with speculation. She coughed into her elbow and squinted her eyes shut as he gave her a reminding tug on her leash to keep up, strolling down the block to ascertain the worth of their newly acquired city.

A group of cars rushed down the road, drag racing side by side. Vegeta stopped in place to observe the earth automotive with a smug smirk on his face.

"Hn. It must be thrilling for such puny humans to feel such a false sense of freedom." He mused, glancing at the concrete beneath him, and watching the way the sunlight fell and made shadows to tell the time in which the cars would reach them, which was little more than a split second. Bulma opened her mouth to scream when he darted directly into the road, and put both arms out, throwing her to the side by her leash with the action. She fell to the ground, panting, her eyes wide with fright as she watched to see Vegeta standing motionless; waiting for the cars to approach. They made no move to slow down, nor could they at this point as the rubber burned from their tires, ember tracks left in the asphalt. Bulma screamed, scrambling to her feet, but there was no escape for her as the drag racers approached, wind laced with brimstone, ash and the sickly sweet scent of burning gasoline making her heart race even quicker.

Vegeta ignored the squeals and the tugs on his wrist, holding his ground as the metal crumpled beneath his fingertips, dents made into the aerodynamic hoods of the luxury vehicles stolen from abandoned lots; until stuttering to a halt, the drivers inside screaming obscenities of disbelief and cursing the insane man with the unbelievable power, his arms alone holding back the vehicles with tires spinning in place, pouring out black tar clouds around them. Bulma rubbed her eyes, blinking, tears running freely down her cheeks as her blurry eyes managed to focus on what had actually happened. Soon, the screech of their balding tires turned to an insufferable din, the rims spinning on the asphalt until the tar began to melt. Quickly, the rumbling engines puttered out, and popped; engines smoking.

Vegeta pulled his forearms free from the wreckage, dusting off bits of metal as the drivers came out to stand around him.

"Hey, you little freak! Are you crazy?" The first man shouted, drawing two hand guns from his belt and scowling at Vegeta warily.

"How the fuck did he do that?" The next gasped, coming gingerly out of the totalled vehicle, a metallic sound ringing in Bulma's ears as she glanced over to see what it was. The drag racer pulled a silver sword from his belt, and aimed it at Vegeta, the katana shivering in its setting.

Vegeta blew some fragments of dust off of his arm, then looked up to see his challengers. "You're not so fast without your land crawlers." He stated, cocking his head at the long sword that was pointed at him, his tail twitching inquisitively.

"You wrecked our rides, man. How 'bout we just kill you and take your little woman?" The pistol wielder threatened with an air of intoxicated confidence, Bulma swallowing hard with anxiety. The both of them seemed high off something, of what she wasn't quite sure besides by the twitchy way they moved, and the dead, hollowed out look in their eyes. Vegeta didn't seem phased by the threat, only looking down to his wrist to deftly unhook her chain. "Hide." He growled, and released her with a dark stare that told her that running away was not an option.

Bulma's heart raced as her chance for either freedom, or death loomed before her, backing away quickly. Once Vegeta released her, she stumbled back, and hid behind a brick building. She couldn't help but to be curious, peeking her head around the side to see just how Vegeta would deal with the thrill seekers. It happened quickly, before she could blink, shots punctuated the silence, and she screamed with terror as Vegeta was pelted in the chest. Bulma didn't question why in the split second she feared for his life, frightened to lose him against the street hoods. It was something she hadn't expected, but her logic would later tell her it was only a matter of survival. 

Vegeta may be physically stronger, but the thugs were strong only with their weapons, which were one shot and done, for her. Vegeta had some kind of use for her, but for his own, undisclosed personal needs. As for her future with the street thugs, she couldn't imagine being thrown into an even more ruthless world of sex trafficking, prostitution, drugs, an endless downward spiral. She didn't know who was the cruelest, and she didn't wish to be traded over to them with Vegeta's death. Somehow Bulma knew, and hoped that Vegeta was different than the other men, who would rape her the second they got the chance with her. She knew that Vegeta needed to stay alive, she didn't want him to die, not like this. 

The pistols popped, skinny arms jerking with the release charge as the bullets bounced off Vegeta's armoured chest. Bulma gasped, hearing the clink of metal bullets on the ground. Perhaps they hadn't pierced him? What he did next was totally unexpected, her eyes widening as Vegeta came up close to the man, and stuck both of his fingers in the revolver barrels.

Bulma's mouth dropped, the cackling of the swordsman off to the side illustrating just how insane what he was doing was. After seeing how the bullets were easily deflected off his chest, Vegeta had to expect that they were too weak to pierce him, and impulsively jammed the barrels, knowing they would backfire.

"You're crazy! You crazy, little man!" The swordsman laughed, the pistol wielder grinning as he pulled the triggers. It wasn't a moment later, his eyes went wide and shrapnel pelted him, flames bursting backward as his guns backfired in unison. The blast blew back the bones and flesh from his hands, turning them into exploded stumps, the remaining metal melted to them. He stumbled backward, mouth agape with shock as Vegeta only strolled closer, the only sign of damage on him, two blackened fingertips on his crisp, white gloves.

"So, your vehicle is disabled, your weapons destroyed, you've no hands left to operate with. Now, what will you do, but die?" He inquired threateningly, and Bulma realized for the first time that Vegeta was enjoying this experiment with sadistic amusement; his frizzed up tail twitching at his back a sign of his excitement. She shuddered into her hand, afraid to look as the man shook his head, wordlessly, and Vegeta dispatched him with a ruthless jab, so quickly she couldn't see it. Bulma made a muffled scream as a spray of blood clashed with the black in the air, his throat split open. Vegeta hopped back from the splash, as any experienced killer would.

His victim crumpled to the ground. She felt waves of adrenaline rushing through her, fear, amazement. Her skin was prickling, the small of her back sweating as she watched him stalk towards his next victim. Vegeta's eyes were trained on the weapon he was holding, not fixated on the man before him at all, it seemed, he was merely fascinated with the sword he was holding. Vegeta pounced back just as the sword slashed through the air, hitting the ground with a hard thump; the steel rattling as the metal cried out against its master's improper handling.

Vegeta scowled, watching how the thug managed to lift it back up, and hoist it over his shoulder, charging forth at him with a triumphant bellow. Vegeta didn't move to dodge it, stopping the blade with the flat of his fist. He quickly reached to liberate it from the owner, twirling it away skillfully. Bulma stared in amazed wonder as he skipped back with surprising grace for a brutish saiyan, and caught the hilt in his hand, before sliding diagonally through the air; imperceptibly smooth. The only way she could tell where he striked was by the spurts of blood spraying out as the steel cut through the man's body and bone like butter.

She covered her eyes, but couldn't close her fingers to hide the sight as Vegeta finished, and shook the blood off the blade. The thug looked down at himself, then the blood began to spill from the multiple horizontal slashes across his body. His body fell away in wet slices that thumped onto the ground and fell, lifeless. Vegeta examined the sword with a dubious look, noting that it was quite thin, and very long, but sharp. He was accustomed to the saiyan broadsword, but this little katana was even faster and quicker to wield than the one he'd trained with as a child.

Vegeta bent down, taking his sheath, and a wad of cash from his pocket, tucking the earth tender in his armour. Vegeta slid the sword into the sheath, and buckled the sword belt around his waist. He smirked, pleased, then turned around to see that Bulma hadn't moved from her post behind the brick building. She gasped, realization dawning on her at last, and took off on a dead run. She hurried through an alleyway, hearing his angered curses round the corner, then his hot breath close at her back, she let out a giddy little laugh. Vegeta had just gained on her, before the nimble little woman slipped down beneath a gap under a metal fence, laughing as if the weak construction could stop him. He ran right through it, then over it, his mouth salivating as watched the flexing of her bottom in tight blue jeans, the scents trapped in the long, wavy blue hair now trailing behind her as she turned, the tendrils slipping around the corner. 

Bulma ran as quick as she could, keeping her steps light, her breathing even as she panted softly through her nose and out, hiding the breaths with one hand as she turned to her side, and squeezed through a small gap in apartments, until reaching the back wall, and finding the fenced in backyard what was no more than a 9 by 5 foot space.  She sat on the concrete steps there, regaining her energy. She had done it, she had truly gotten away from him before he could slice her up next like he did that one poor man. The images still never left her head as she slumped back, one hand on her pounding heart above her goosebump covered breast covered in a thin, white tank top, her hardened nipples visible through the fabric. 

Vegeta tracked her movements with his scouter, the power reading of 2 wiggling through the narrow space, then staying stationary. He grinned smugly; that was the worst thing she could have done. He bent his legs at the knees, and jumped easily onto the roof of the tall apartment, walking across the roof, then walking off the side to gracefully land on a ledge juxtaposed just right of where she sat. Vegeta stood on the ledge of the brick wall above her, his chest rising and falling with the heavy pants he made, that weren't from exhaustion, but more from exhilaration. Chasing her was intoxicating. 

His limbs tingled as his blood rushed through them, warming his groin. Vegeta stared down as she regained her energy, groping her own breast, one hand tucked between her legs. Insistent sensations rushed through him as the air carried her intoxicating aroma up towards him, his nostrils flaring, pupils expanding with his desire to capture that scent, bottle it up, and throw it down the deepest chasm for the annoying reaction he had to it. Vegeta jumped down, interrupting her self examination with a smug grin. 

"So, you thought you could outrun me, servant woman?" The owner of bloody, gold tipped boots rumbled, the gold tinged ruby where it had run down in streams. She dared to gaze up at him, her eyes grazing over the thick ropes of muscle that made his strong thighs, encased in thin blue fabric. Bulma froze as her eyes trailed up to his groin, and couldn't mistake the thick, unmistakable bulge making a shadow on his tight blue pants. Her mouth fell open, then she slammed it shut again, brows furrowed in anger and bafflement.

"Do you blame me for trying to escape? I just watched you kill two men. Why does that give you a hard-on?"...but not me, Bulma thought as she snarled bitterly at him, scooting back on her bottom until she hit the  wall, and Vegeta advanced further.

"I don't blame a frightened little woman for being true to her nature...you...don't feel the exhilaration, do you?" He gravelled, walking forth closer to trap her between his legs.

She gave chase. I can't let her get away...she's mine. 

"N-No." Bulma stuttered, lying. Vegeta was silent, watching how she held her breath, staying perfectly still as she felt his heat radiating on her in waves.

"Turn your face this way." He panted, clutching her chin, and she did, quickly, squeezing her eyes shut in fear of whatever was about to happen next. He moved one shaky hand from her chin, and reached around to the back of her neck, removing her collar, and slinging it over his shoulder. Bulma went to touch her neck to rub the soreness and sweat from it, but she was quickly stopped.

"Don't." He growled, his breaths coming out rapidly as she heard the sound of fabric moving, Vegeta pulling aside the hidden opening in his pants to stroke one gloved hand down his shaft, staring at her sweat glistening as it dripped down her neck. He took a deep breath of her scent, and came close to collect it on the tip of his penis, smearing around in her moisture to lubricate himself. Bulma couldn't believe what he was doing, nor could she understand his thrill, his blood not boiling only for the satisfaction of killing her would be perpetrators. 

The thrill of hunting the vixen down, his vixen had caused this aroused state, which was demanding her attendance. Her heated pheromones flooding from the spot in her neck had told him she had accepted him as the victor, and so he should take his prize. It was the lowest primal need he had, but it was urgent, as he stroked the silky, vascular skin of his cock across her pulsing, gulping throat.

"Stay perfectly still and close your eyes." He ordered, and she hesitated to answer, feeling his hot flesh on her as she was trapped against the building. What's he going to do to me? She wondered, puzzled, then nodded hesitantly.

"Don't hurt me." She said softly, and gulped, hearing only silence from him. Her skin… it's so silky, sweaty. Her scent is erotic. Vegeta purred, then gave her an answer.

"This won't hurt you… Silent, pet."

Bulma nodded, feeling in a shaky sense, reassured.

"O.. okay, Prince Vegeta." She answered, scripting her words wisely.

A pleased rumble came from him, and he neared closer to her. Curiosity betraying her, she breathed in and took in the warm, musky scent of his pelt of hair grazing across her throat. She opened her eyes just a slight bit, seeing what she had caught the scent of, then closed them tight.

"Good pet." Vegeta panted, then placed one hand on her head, and bent her neck to the side, creating a snug gap to fit himself in. Bulma's entire body quivered as he began to jerk his hips, groaning as he used her body in the least sexual way to please himself. Bulma stayed still, and counted her blessings that he only chose to utilize her neck today. It wasn't the worst sensation she had ever experienced, but it was the oddest thing she had done with a man, that was for certain.

Why? Why my neck, and not my lips...? She wondered, but supposed better her neck, then her mouth. With the strength of his thrusts, she knew she wouldn't be able to hold back her gag if it were her mouth. She could feel how long and thick he was, and it gave her an involuntary shudder. 

Vegeta used his other hand to pull down the front of her shirt and look at her cleavage, but made no motion to grope her breasts as he masturbated. Bulma tuned out reality, images of the killing flashing through her mind as the motion in the gap grew more frantic, and more until he growled and bit down on the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning out loud, his legs quivering. Bulma felt his warmth spill down her throat, and allowed him to nudge her head to straighten her throat out, where now the skin was tingling with sensation, reddened. Bulma kept her eyes closed, and waited for his shaky command.

"You may..open your eyes...use this." He panted, handing her his glove. Bulma looked up, and her eyes travelled down to her neck, seeing the evidence of his orgasm, but not fully understanding his driving stimulus for it.

Is he truly aroused by violence, or was it… because of me? Though she couldn't figure it out, she confirmed it had indeed happened. She took the glove and cleaned her neck, then offered it to him. He shook his head, and she dropped the sodden fabric to the ground.

"That wasn't part of my plan. Understand? We don't talk of this to anyone. What happens between us, is our secret." He stated seriously, taking her chin in his ungloved hand.

"Our secret…?" Bulma whispered, then stared up at him with quivering pools of cerulean, reminding him of the color the sky was supposed to be on this planet. He gazed back, then his eyes flicked away quickly, his ears reddening in shame of his moment of weakness.

"I… Understand." She said with little strength, and closed her eyes as for a moment, she felt comforted by the caress of his warm fingers, but that was quickly over, once he reattached the leash to her black choker necklace.

"Good. Let's go." He snapped, pulling her up to his chest with it. Bulma yelped as he gripped her hard, and she wrapped her legs around his hip, hanging onto his shoulder as he suddenly blasted up into the air.

Once again, the smoke and pollution of the city burning, the vehicles still smouldering, made the weak little female start up her coughing again, covering her mouth with a hand, eyes watering. Vegeta rose above the smoke, and gave her a moment to right herself, before directing himself horizontally, and flying over Saiyan City, towards the west.

The wind ruffled through her bangs as Chi-Chi stared down at the ground beneath them, seeing familiar farmlands for miles around. They were in the Ox Kingdom. She took a shaky breath and squeezed her eyes shut; knowing that her punishment was about to come. She glanced at Launch, and the violet eyed girl smiled at her through Raditz's flowing locks of black like a curtain between them as he flew. Chi-Chi couldn't find it in her to smile back at that moment. She wished only to drop from the sky, and land hard on the dirt and die just so she wouldn't have to follow through with Raditz's plan.

The long haired saiyan landed on the packed dirt, holding both Chi-Chi, and Launch on either long shoulder pad, his hands gripping each by their bare bottoms only covered by thin straps of undergarments and lace. He took a deep breath of the manure enriched air, grinning as he exhaled, glancing around at the surrounding ramshackle buildings. A large barn was at the back of the property, housing a broken down tractor, along with some pigs.

He'd incapacitated every vehicle around the farmlands, causing his servants to have to do everything by hand, ensuring that if they did try to escape, they would have a long, long walk before they reached home. The outskirts of the Ox Kingdom beyond the outer farms were nothing but dry brushlands. Water was scarce, so much so that the heat became sweltering within moments of arriving.

"Oolong, Puar. You'd better be here." Raditz shouted, strolling around the farm casually, looking for any signs of life. Chi-Chi glanced at Launch again and she smirked, putting one finger to her lips. Chi-Chi nodded in agreement. The girls had stayed silent about the true identities of his minions, Puar and Oolong. Their shape-shifting talents so far had gone along without a hitch, Raditz not catching on yet to their true nature. The door swung open to the shack, and the demon pig Oolong made his way out the door, breaking off pieces of wood with his shoulders to fit his large frame through the door.

Raditz narrowed his eyes and scowled as the pig came to kneel at his feet, and then the demon cat, retracting his claws as he perched on his haunches. Puar had transformed into a man-like blue and white tiger, deepening his voice to fit his disguise.

"Yes, Master Raditz?"

"Master, you asked for us. What do you desire?" Oolong grunted, flattening his red, devilishly pointed ears flat to his greased back, black hair.

"Gather my slaves here for a meeting. Quickly, now." He said, stroking circles on the bottom with white panties.

"Yessir. Right away." Puar answered, and the two took off quickly. Raditz made a long, hungry rumble, his shoulders rising and falling as he panted harder in anticipation for what was to come. Moments later, a group of men came from the fields, being poked and prodded along by his Minion's weapons, Oolong a rake, Puar a pitchfork.

Chi-Chi held back her cries for Gohan and Goku, knowing that this would not be a happy reunion. Still, Raditz didn't drop them from their demeaning position, buttocks up for all to see. Chi-Chi squeezed her eyes shut and felt thankful she couldn't see their faces.

"Here they are, Master Raditz, just been working the farm." Oolong gestured to the band of beaten up looking men, and the saiyan strolled forward to examine them.

"Good. They look good and wiry. Hungry. Just how I like them." Raditz purred, seeing how the men had lost their body fat, making their muscle stand out harsher against their tanned skin.

"Won't you greet your master, men?" Raditz snapped, feeling irritated they hadn't done so already.

"Greetings, Master." The low, unenthusiastic men echoed, scowling at this man who had made himself their master.

"Pathetic." He snorted, and advanced on them, inspecting each of the angry, dirt covered faces until his eyes fell on Goku.

"Kakarot, how are your shattered knuckles fairing?" Raditz questioned with a snide grin, seeing how his gnarled hands could barely hold the shovel he was holding himself up with, the small child clinging to his leg, hiding from Raditz.

"They grow stronger with each passing day. Let me see Chi-Chi." Goku growled, stepping closer even though the others protested, attempting to hold him back. Raditz looked down his nose at him, tiling his chin back to laugh at the display of disobedience.

"Fine then, since you asked." He responded cooly, and let both women down from his shoulders, assisting them until their feet reached the ground. Launch and Chi-Chi regained their balance, but hesitated to run back to their friends and family, hiding behind Raditz nervously.

"Chi, come see me. Gohan misses you." Goku pleaded, coming a few steps closer, but Puar snarled and held him back with the prongs of his pitchfork resting on his chest.

Raditz crossed his arms and looked like the cat that got the canary, tapping one heavy brown and black boot on the dirt as he waited for his slave women to take a step towards the others.

"Go on now, see your loved ones." He snorted, and pulled on their leads to force them to face forward. Tien, Yamcha, Chiaotzu and the others looked on with confusion as the women stumbled forward, scantily clad.

"Launch? Is that you?" Tien asked, Krillin gazing at her with pained confusion in his eyes. "H-Hello. Don't come any closer to me." Launch said carefully, hiding her near nude body with both hands.  

"Are you alright?" Yamcha asked seriously, and she nodded.

"I'm fine. Master Raditz takes good care of me, really." She responded softly, then looked up at him as he advanced. Raditz took her by the cheek and kissed her roughly, pulling her close for a moment to run his hands down her back and squeeze her bottom as his tongue slid down her throat, her helpless whimper making the others clench their fists angrily. Raditz pulled back, wiping his mouth, and Launch blushed deeply.

"Good girl." He purred, holding her close to him, her hand on his armoured abdomen.

Gohan whimpered and ignored his fear, a cry escaping him. "M-Mommy!"  Chi-Chi turned her face at last, her eyes widening with each of his cries that cut through the silence. She heard a clink then, and watched as her leash fell away, limp to the ground. Raditz had unhooked it from his wrist, and glared down at her, a stern look in his dark eyes.

"Remember our plan. Why we are here." He whispered lowly, then pushed on her back, directing her towards her family. Chi-Chi stumbled, then broke into a run, falling on her knees to embrace Gohan. Goku came to his knees, but hesitated to hold her as he took in her white, lacy bra and panty getup, with nothing but a sheer negligee to cover his wife's body.

"Chi-Chi?" He questioned, scenting the air. His primal instincts guided him, as he took in a familiar scent he couldn't quite place, then another that was different entirely.

"Do you still have the olfactory of a saiyan, Kakarot? You noticed something is off, didn't you?" Raditz surmised, coming closer to twirl her leash around in the air. Goku huffed in the scent of his older brother, his face tightening painfully.

"She smells like..." He began, gulping.

Her smell is pungent with sex. Musky. I can almost taste it. But, it's muddled by... him.

"Raditz. You defiled my wife. You did this." Goku growled, clutching Chi-Chi to himself, though her scent was offensive to him, his instincts told him she could still be saved. If only he could wash her and clean her of this filth, she would be his again.

Raditz laughed, the sound of her leash spinning through the air making her anxious heart throb like a drum beat.

"No. Let go of me, Goku." She uttered, pushing off of him. She gazed up into his wandering eyes, her chestnut irises searching his for a seed of understanding.

"Listen. Raditz... He didn't do this. I did." She admitted, tears falling down her cheeks as Goku was taken aback, hurt flashing through his eyes.

"I submitted to him, Goku. It's the only way I can survive. I'm sorry." She whispered tearfully, looking away as she got to her feet, and ran away, only to fall in the dirt, sobbing.

"Is this true, Raditz? Did my wife... Did, Chi-Chi... agree..?" He asked, shaking, holding Gohan close to him. Raditz looked down at Chi-Chi and scoffed, booting her in the back as punishment. Chi-Chi coughed, holding her waist as she sat up, and crawled back from Raditz.

"She is lying. I took her, you idiot. She only wishes to save you from the torment of knowing that your precious little wife was taken without her permission." Raditz growled, glaring back at her angrily.

They had a plan, she wasn't supposed to tell him she was subservient to him. The whole idea of this ruse was to convince Goku to join their forces, if only he could have his woman relinquished as his reward. Telling him she agreed to participate would make her as ransom undesirable, a willingly unfaithful wife.

Goku curled his body down within himself, his hot tears streaming down his face, feeling immeasurable pain. And yet, he could do nothing with his gnarled hands. The alpha male had taken his claim, and injured like he was, Goku felt himself outcast from the top of the pack.

"Daddy... what's wrong? He hurt mom." Gohan shook him, sniffling back his own tears as the others watched with horror. 

"You can't let him have her, dad. We have to get momma back!" Gohan urged, and the others began to agree.

"Get up, Goku!" Yamcha yelled, his hands gripping his own hair tight as he agonized over the events before him.

"Come on, Goku! You're the only one who can do this!" Tien shouted, making Goku's eyes widen. He looked up at his friends, and they nodded. Goku got up on shaking knees, looking at his own hands before him.

"You can't fight me with no hands, Kakarot. You couldn't even rub one out with those pitiful things." Raditz said, feeling no threat from him. Goku didn't care if his hands were broken. He could move them. He picked the shovel up from the ground, just barely holding on, and turned back to Raditz.

"You can't defile Chi-Chi again, not if you're castrated." Goku seethed hatefully, Chi-Chi gasping in response. Raditz widened his stance, and gestured down towards his groin.

"Just go ahead and take your shot, Kakarot. I won't block it." He offered with confidence, curling his tail around his waist.

"Don't fight him, Goku! He's a dirty rotten liar!" Chi-Chi shouted from behind Raditz, Launch holding her back.

"Be quiet. I'll deal with you later.." Raditz growled, watching as Goku stepped forward, the shovel shaking in his hands as it began to spark with a flickering blue light. Small tendrils of electricity went through the shovel, his hands surrounded by the light, giving him the strength to grip it once again.

Raditz was unmoving, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple as he waited for Goku to make his move. His tail twitched at his waist like a viper, posed to strike. Goku yelled as he made a running start towards him, then brought the shovel down hard at Raditz. He struck his shoulder pad with a loud reverberation, the shovel shivering in his hands as Raditz had dodged it too quickly.

"My jewels aren't up there, little brother." His chuckling voice phased past him, as Raditz came from behind, and kneed him hard in the back, his spine cracking from the ruthless blast. Goku stumbled forwards, hacking, falling onto his hands and knees.

He heard the screams and cries around him, but felt he could do nothing as he panted, and squeezed his eyes shut, holding his tears back.

"Daddy!" Gohan screamed, and Goku looked back at him, attempting a shaky smile.

"I'm alright s-son, go back to your mom. It's all gonna be ok..." He said shakily, Gohan hesitating to move from where he was, finding he simply could not look away.

"And you'll all die, happily ever after." Raditz sneered as he pulled the shovel off the ground, and weighed it in his palms, before gripping it, and bringing it down savagely over Goku's back, the flat of the blade colliding with his head, forcing him down into the dirt as the handle broke from the strike, and fell to pieces in Raditz's hands. He brushed them off, and placed his foot on Goku's already bruised and bloodied back, grinding the dirt into his wounds with his boot.

"No, Daddy! Get up! You have to!" Gohan screamed with all his might, but Goku couldn't answer him. Blood seeped down from his hair, and into his face as his eyes began to roll back, but still he struggled, attempting to crawl out from underneath Raditz's heavy boot.

"Crushed like a puny bug. Soon all your guts will be exploding out." Raditz hissed, putting more weight on his back, making Goku scream out in agony.  His head hit the soil, and his eyes rolled back, falling unconscious. Gohan ran up to his father, hugging him around his wet hair mussed with blood, sobbing.

"You're going to regret that, Raditz." Krillin said lowly, watching as Gohan got to his feet, turning towards his uncle.

"You... you big... ugly, monster..." Gohan grit out through his teeth, his small body shaking, a golden light growing around him. Raditz rose his brows, and eyed him through his green scouter lense. His starting power level of 1 had skyrocketed, rushing through the hundreds, towards a thousand.

"Our blood is strong, Gohan. You feel it, don't you? A rush of fire coming up from your lungs. You're a saiyan, just as I am." Raditz purred his approval, but saw no threat from the child at this moment. He was strong, reinvigorated by his rest in the arms of his slave women.

"Come at me then, boy. See what happens." Raditz said with a beckoning hand, not threatened by the boy's power level after his training with Vegeta. No little child with a power level of 1,307 could best him. After their near-death training over the last three years, Raditz's power level was a hefty 3,600. Nearly as strong as Nappa, but nowhere near Vegeta. Nevertheless, he was leaps and bounds from his previous 1,600.

"Get away, Gohan!" Chi-Chi cried, but she was too late, as Gohan charged at Raditz, and the elder prepared for impact, holding both hands out to catch him as if he were nothing but a harmless ball rocketing towards his chest. Gohan screamed and dove head first at Raditz, but besides a clink on his black bracers as he caught the child by his head, Raditz was totally unaffected.

"Gohan!" Chi-Chi cried, pulling at Raditz's tail from the ground. He made little more than an annoyed grunt, and whipped her away with his tail, sending her tumbling away with a reddened cheek. Launch ran to her aid, helping her to sit up. Chi-Chi coughed, but other than a red burn mark across her cheek, she was unharmed.

"Are you ok?" Launch whispered, and Chi-Chi nodded. "I'm no delicate little flower, Launch. I'm the Ox Princess. I can handle being tail-whipped. It's my son I'm concerned about." She snapped angrily, and got to her feet.

Raditz gripped Gohan by his head, and held him up before himself to examine him. The child still growled, though blood ran in small streams down his face. Slowly, Raditz turned as the others watched in mortified silence, held back by Puar and Oolong. Raditz walked over to Chi-Chi, and placed Gohan in her arms. She gasped, and clutched him to herself tightly, kissing him on the head.

Raditz licked the blood off his palm, his tail swaying back and forth contentedly.

"Strong blood, your son. I'll be taking him home with me, now." He said, and watched as Goku got to his feet at last, his legs still shaking.

"Don't take him... Don't you dare hurt him." Goku growled, but Raditz shook his head.

"He's better off with his mother where there is food and a roof without holes over his head. I will make him tougher than you ever did." Raditz snapped, he hadn't wanted to take the nuisance of a child home with him, but he saw potential in him. He would only die here on the desolate farm, with a crippled father. Plus, now that Chi-Chi had ruined her chances of being desirable ransom, he had to up the stakes. Goku would surely join their army now, or never see his family again.

"Take.. good care of him, Chi-Chi." Goku pleaded, and turned away from the scene before him. He had been cruelly outmatched by Raditz. Chances were, if he fought him again, it would be his death sentence.

"Kakarot, will you join us now? Say yes. Join your Saiyan brethren, join your older brother. We can make you strong again. I promise." Raditz said with confidence, his statement truly genuine. If Goku joined them, he would honor his promises. If only, Kakarot would forget his existence as Goku, and become a true warrior.

"I'm not one of them. I'm not a filthy saiyan, and my name is not Kakarot." Goku said bitterly, scowling back at him.

"You'll regret not agreeing today. You'll regret ever disgracing our ancestors with your weakness. Today you were lucky, I only covered your mate in my seed, but what's to say next time I won't mate with her and impregnate her? What do you say to that, Kakarot?" Raditz spat, his lip curling back with his anger, eyes blazing.

"Just take his offer, Goku! Please!" Chi-Chi screamed angrily, frustrated by Goku's defeatist attitude.

"No. I won't join you. You're no brother of mine, not after what you've done." Goku stood his ground, though it felt unstable. Raditz cackled, his fists clenched in disbelief as his laughter turned dark and dangerous, a wave of red aura surrounding him. What little grass remained sprouting from the dirt quickly burned, with each step of his leaden boots that made dust rush out from around his heels.

"Fine then, you'll allow your older brother to claim her, the woman you love?" Raditz growled, balls of light forming in his hands.

"Never. Chi-Chi won't let you, Raditz. I trust her." Goku snapped back quickly, and Raditz tossed his head back and laughed, before glaring back down at him.

"Idiot. You'll see just how far trust, and your precious love will get you in the end..." He seethed, particles of dirt and rock beginning to swirl around him, caught up in the powerful flow of his energy.

Chi-Chi and Launch took that as their signal, and began to run, far, as fast as they could with Gohan in Chi-Chi's arms.

Goku didn't answer, though his friends shouted their encouragement, and screamed with their anger, they were only shoved back by his minions, having to keep up their appearances, or else be made into the Saiyan's dinner.

"Rrrrrrrgggh! Double...Sunday!" Raditz bellowed out with rage, and thrust his hands up into the sky, great waves of ruby death looming over the farm houses, before falling with a great rumble, the houses exploding as the others attempted to run for cover, the only one left behind standing, being Goku, who turned just as the blast approached him, and smiled.

"Gokuuuu!" Chi-Chi screamed, but she saw nothing. Only white and red that blinded her, as Raditz came up from behind, and scooped her and Launch up.

"Playtime's over." He sneered, and flew away from the destruction he had rained down upon them.

While Vegeta and Raditz were away, Nappa took this opportunity as time to play. He sat on the V.I.P couch in the back room, a cigar perched on his lower lip as a lovely black haired woman struck a match, and lit it for him. Nappa was surrounded by women, his own favorite being Panchy, resting on his lap with her arms around her neck. She closed her eyes and remained obediently snuggled to him, wearing a long, sleek translucent blue robe with furry cuffs, her lingerie set matching down to her sheer blue stockings, her feet in pink slippers with poufs. Nappa puffed his cigar as Mai served him, watching her over the flame until it was extinguished. The girl wrapped her arms around his thick bicep and snuggled him, closing her red kohl colored eyelids.

Soft jazz music came from the speakers, as the other remaining women danced for him, Hasky, Ranfan, and a redhead named Suno.

He eyed the girl with bright red hair down to her pert ass and purred; she was curvy, plump in all the right places, so many places to squeeze and knead her. Her large cinnamon colored eyes caught his stare, and she shied away, her blush giving away her aroused reaction.

He had found Suno hiding in the kitchen, dressed like she was ready for a long winter, hiding behind the cold freezer. He pulled her out, demanding to know whether or not she was a thief seeking shelter in their kitchen, or if Raditz had taken her as a slave. She regretfully told him that she was indeed taken, but somehow forgotten, and had been sleeping and eating in the kitchen up until now.

Nappa found Raditz's lack of care for the girl foolish, and told her to come and join the party, and ditch her winter clothes. The meek girl was overwhelmed and agreed, going along with Panchy's encouragement, telling her she would be safe with them. Suno was still wearing the tall, blue mink fur cap she came in with, but now instead of a bulky coat, she wore a royal blue set of silky lingerie with red lace frills on the edges, black flower pattern garter stockings, and red pumps. Her hair swayed at her waist, where her soft stomach formed into a plush hourglass shape. Thick hips, and legs that made Nappa's mouth salivate, desiring to have a taste of her sweet honey.

"Mister Nappa, I noticed you found little Suno to your liking," Panchy cooed, tracing circles on his chest. "I think she likes you." Mai whispered, with a giggle. She stroked his sculpted muscles, feeling how hard they were as she perched on his leg, wearing army green lingerie with red accents.

"Master Nappa, let us...take care of you. I'll go make you a tasty drink." Mai said seductively, moving her hips along his thick thigh, and nibbling at his throat. "No, I... I gotta stay on guard duty, girls." Nappa answered sharply, shaking his head in refusal.

"Aww, let Bunny take care of you, Mister." Panchy said sweetly, stroking the large erection bulging up from his spandex, using both hands to stimulate his wide girth. Nappa rumbled, looking down at Panchy as she freed him from the shorts, and kissed the tip of his meaty cock as she gazed up at him. Mai attempted to get up, but he gripped her tight around the waist.

"But, Master-"

"You're staying, Miss Mai. I don't want a drink. What I want, is what you want now." He growled heatedly, pulling her close. Mai's eyes widened with her panic, her plan to knock him out with a tampered drink not going how she hoped it would.

"Help Miss Bunny get me wet and ready." He ordered, and pushed her head down as his eyes returned to Suno. She gazed down at his lap as the two women joined in licking his upright member, tears running down Mai's face, as she spat on it to lubricate the beastly erection for little Suno. Suno lifted her gaze back up to his, her face flushed almost the color of her hair. Nappa grinned at her, the ember at the end of his cigar glowing as he puffed on it, leaning back on the leather couch, the women still covering his length with saliva, making a sheen on his long, vascular member, that twitched as he stared at Suno. 

"Dance for me." He said ruggedly, blowing smoke out his nostrils as his tongue wet his lower lip and played with the stub of the cigar. Suno nodded, and began to dance once again, her arms thrust into her hair as she slowly gyrated her hips, and made the large white breasts spilling over her bra jiggle temptingly.

The jazz music grew louder, the saxophone's tune undulating throughout the room as the rich scent of tobacco filled her nostrils, her body growing more loose and relaxed by the minute as Hasky and Ranfan came close to caress her hips and kiss her cheeks, their hands stroking down her tummy and to her panties as they were instructed to stimulate her. Panchy and Mai began to work their hands up and down his cock now that it was well lubricated, licking and kissing the tip of it, Mai's deep blue eyes staring into Panchy's, their soft lips touching as they shared spit with his precum bubbling in it. The sensual matron showed Mai how to kiss, their lips meeting over his thick, bulbous head. 

Suno's body tingled with thrills, gasping as Hasky brazenly pulled her panties down, and began to lick, and suck her clit as Ranfan opened the front closure of her bra, and played with both of her large breasts, sucking the rose colored nipples between her lips. Suno felt warm and sensitive, squirming beneath the other women's touch as Nappa was being stimulated across from her. 

"Come sit on my lap, beautiful." Nappa purred, and Suno gasped, then was pushed gently forward by the other women, now both as aroused as her, they joined the other women on the couch beside him, kissing and fondling each other, as Panchy and Mai had already began to rub their wet lower lips together as they kissed, sharing the same aroused reactions. Suno walked up to him, her panties sliding off her black stockings, then stepped on by a red heel as she approached, and came to perch on his lap. 

"Mister Nappa…You're such a big, strong man..." She moaned, as she gained purchase on his large shoulders, and sat her plump pussy on the thick head, too large to simply slip in as expected, but she was no stranger to this. She had kept warm in the arms of Frankenstein's Monster-like Android, Eighter many times once she had come of age, and found her womanly needs directed at him specifically. Eighter was very sweet, his patchwork, bolt studded cock almost as big as Nappa's, but the android wasn't quite as strong, or as handsome to her as Nappa was. Suno kissed Nappa on the chest, leading up to his leathered cheek, up to his surprisingly soft, tender lips as he used one hand to grip her hip, and the other to guide his member to her slit. Suno whimpered into the kiss as Nappa grunted, and pushed her down onto him, his girth stretching the little woman near to her limit as he sighed with relief, and pulsed his hips up just once to thrust half of his length up inside of her. Suno wailed, and clutched him tight as she felt his hardness making her plush walls give way, and pour her sweet cream down him as he slowly pushed deeper, grunting as he did. 

The room was hot with breaths, and the mewling of women as they took turns pleasing one another, and if they were lucky, could have the stimulation of Nappa's digits as Suno and he were busy, stretching her pussy slowly and gently until his cock was buried deep inside of her, him holding her thighs apart to stare down at her reddened bud as she ground it on the base of him. 

"Are you ready now, little Suno?" He panted, and she nodded. Nappa kissed her on the forehead, then took her by the hips and began to thrust up and out of her, strings of fluid connecting them as their flesh smacked, Suno crying out as she felt his blunt cock head hitting deep within her, then pulling back and manipulating her walls with his girth as he plunged up, and she down, enraptured in this dance of flesh with the saiyan man. 

"Ye--ees! Oh, Mister--Mister Nap-pa!" Suno cried, her voice halting with each strike, his unrelenting thrusts shook her body to the core, her eyes glazed over with adoration as she stared back at him, her tongue hanging over her lip as he pulled her close for another kiss, taking hold of the little woman tight before bringing his hips up to rut with her quickly, moisture splashing out with each pump. Suno embraced Nappa's strong back and dug her nails in as she wriggled herself around on the base of his length, his cock stirring her up inside until Suno cried out with her climax. Suno drenched Nappa's abdomen and chest with squirting fluids once her body couldn't take the over-stimulation anymore, her dam bursting with a flood of feminine skene. Her head tilted back as she cried out to the ceiling, Nappa holding her firmly to his lap as his cum pumped out in thick gushes inside her, the saiyan's mighty essence pouring down her walls and out onto the black couch.

"You and Bunny can be the first to help me start the new Saiyan race," He chuckled, rubbing circles around the ring of her cervix with his leaking tip, being sure to get every last drop out inside of her. 

"Oh, Mister N-Nappa, really?" Suno breathed out, blinking as if she would be flattered to bear his child. He nodded, letting Suno up, she laid on her side to rest, tucking her hands between her legs, sighing blissfully.

"Hybrid saiyans should be twice as strong, I say, the more, the better." What Vegeta doesn't know won't kill him… besides, I'm sure that blue haired little hussy can change his mind. Nappa thought, grinning deviously as he gripped his still hardened organ, pumping his hand down the length of it; offering it to whatever woman desired it.   

"Who wants to go next?" He inquired ruggedly, he would go on to have all of them, as many times as they could stand to take him. The only one who could manage to sneak away was Mai, after Nappa became  engrossed by Hasky,  Panchy and Ranfan.  His hands and body were much too occupied by pleasing them to notice that the meek woman had slipped away; hiding behind a velvety curtain. Mai stared at the debauchery going on before her with wide blue eyes, then looked away, shuddering. Her passion may have been awakened by the intimacy with the other women, but the last thing she wanted to do was become host to a hybrid like those savages. 

I have to contact Colonel Violet, I have to get out of this place! I can't do this anymore… Mai sobbed, her hand over her mouth to keep silent. She crept away, her back flat to the wall as she saw Maron wander in, and begin watching the show, curiously coming closer to see if there was room for her. Mai sighed with relief, and silently thanked Maron for her foolish moment of weakness that would surely lead to her involvement in the orgy.

His white cape floated up, then whipped back around his legs as Piccolo paced, evaluating each of his soldiers with narrowed eyes, lifting one's face by the chin to look into his yellowed eyes, the pupils elongated like a feline. Piccolo smirked, and the soldier bared a sharp fanged grin at him. 

"What is your name?" 

"Piper, Sir." The progeny hissed back, and its father nodded. 

"Good. Piper, I want you to go with Colonel Violet to Saiyan City. While with her, you follow her orders, understood?" 

Piper nodded, a soft purr resonating from him as he lowered his head, and his long tail swayed behind his muscular back. 

The other four soldiers returned to their posts at the front door and beside Piccolo's throne as Piper lowered himself into a prone position on one knee, showing his loyalty to his creator. 

"Where is that girl?" Piccolo muttered, then turned away to fetch her himself. 

Violet ran a comb through her damp, short  hair that matched her name, then set it on the vanity. It was ironic how she sat at such a thing called a 'vanity', where vain women would primp and prime their already spotless features. She picked up a long tube of mascara, unscrewing the wand, and coated her lashes with it. She wasn't sure why she felt like applying it, maybe because she was in the princess suite, where everything luxurious was already in abundance. She could afford to use flower scented soaps and lotions, and sleep in silky sheets for once in her life, instead of using stripping lye soap, and sleeping on hard cots with rough burlap sheets. 

Violet placed her red glove on her cheek, and admired herself in the mirror, blinking her eyes to flutter her lengthened lashes. She heard the sound of a throat clearing, and stiffened in her chair. She stood up quickly and her hand flew to her brow, saluting Piccolo fervently in apology. 

"Sorry, Sir. I'm at your command." She said robotically, and Piccolo looked down and away, his eyes flicking at her face momentarily in confusion. Something was mildly different about her, but he couldn't place it. He did notice that her eyes were brighter, more lively than before. 

"Sir Piccolo, I didn't mean to stay in my room so long. Do you need me?" She questioned, hand still at her forehead. He waved his hand dismissively towards her, and she relaxed. 

"It's fine. Are you comfortable, Violet? Your… needs are met?" Piccolo questioned, looking away, towards her large queen sized bed. 

"Oh--yes, most definitely. I'm in fact, living in excess in comparison to the soldier's barracks." She said with a faint blush to her cheeks, recalling how Piccolo suggested earlier that she leave the barracks, and come to this room instead. The barracks at the end of the hall were cold, and lacked commodities. Plus, he would be using them now for his soldiers. 

"Good. We should have plenty of space, then. My soldiers are ready. Piper will go with you to find Agent Mai. Bring her back here, she can room with you." He said, gesturing towards the large bed, and figuring there was plenty of room for two small women to sleep. 

Violet found her face heating up again at the thought of sharing a bed with Mai, but nodded quickly. 

"Understood, Sir. Anything else I should know?" She asked, gulping as Piccolo stepped hesitantly forward and removed his turban, holding it in his hands as he looked down at her. 

"I wish to formally apologize. I was rude to you, earlier. I…have lived on earth for some time, but I haven't learned proper… etiquette when receiving gratitude." He explained, the antennae on his brow drooping slightly as he spoke in such a way, almost demeaning of his status. Violet shook her head vehemently, clasping her own arms. 

"You shouldn't have to apologize to me, I'm your servant. I should have never touched you, I'm sorry… As for how to show gratitude, a simple thank you should be sufficient. I was acting out of place when I hugged you." She responded softly, looking away. 

Piccolo frowned, turning his hat around in his hands anxiously. He was trying very hard to understand why she was attempting to deflect what he knew to be true by her reaction, when she had cried and hid after he pushed her away. He clearly had acted wrongly, but now she was saying it was her fault. He didn't understand humans, and was realizing human women were even more complicated, yet… he didn't mind Violet being around, surprisingly. 

"What I said before about needing your advice, Violet. I still require it. Tell me, what should I have done in response to your.. hug?" Piccolo asked seriously, and placed both of his hands on her arms above where she was gripping them. After all, he was her King, wasn't he? She should never lie in his face when asked a favor, or a question.

"Nothing… As my commander, you have no obligation to cater to my feelings, I have gone all this time without affection, I-I.. certainly don't need it n-now.." She muttered meekly, and was surprised to hear an angered rumble come from Piccolo, but was too frightened of his reaction to look up at him. 

Violet bit down on her lower lip, her shoulders shaking as she felt small and helpless beneath his large shadow, her body trembling for comfort. A hug, something she hadn't had since the last time she'd FanFan. But now, that bond was long broken. She wasn't sure if she'd ever see her again. Tears began to sting her eyes, and fell, though she wished she could stop them. 

Piccolo swallowed, and looked on anxiously as her tears began to fall, regretting making her cry once again. Acting quickly, he pulled her close to himself, and folded his arms around her tight, as the small woman shook with sobs of her grief, and finally, released her pain. Her first reaction upon sobbing before was to hug him, so he attempted to use the hug back to apologize to her. Violet gripped around his back tightly and didn't seem to want to leave his embrace, so he slowly backed away, and sat down on the bed, pulling her onto his lap so that he could hold her comfortably for as long as she needed.

Violet suddenly gasped and backed off of him, patting his shirt and straightening his cloak out in a hurried manner, black streaks running down her cheeks. Piccolo frowned, puzzled, but allowed it, wondering why she moved so quickly away from his lap. 

"Thank you, Sir Piccolo. I am forever grateful for all you've done for me, but I only wish to serve you professionally. I should get ready to go, now." She said, and nodded to herself to confirm it. Something was wrong with her, but he couldn't place just what. It was growing frustrating. 

"Serve me… Professionally?" He questioned, puzzled by her meaning. Violet hesitated to answer, shaking her head. 

"It's nothing, you did nothing wrong, Sir." She said in a hurried whisper, biting her lower lip. 

No, you did everything right. Too right. She thought, still revelling in the feel of the firm muscles beneath his shirt, how he squeezed her tightly and brought her down onto his lap like that, but… It didn't matter, because her Lord wasn't like a normal man, so she shouldn't be getting flustered by it. 

But, she couldn't help to wonder… What was he like then, if not like a normal man? Her knees weakened by thoughts of the possibilities as he looked up at her quickly, and began removing his tear stained garments, baring his upper body to her naïvely. Violet raked her eyes over his form quickly; noting how defined the lines of his musculature were, the interesting textures and patterns of his skin that changed depending on whether it was pink, or green.

"Violet, I don't want to hear you say that you 'serve' me again. I live in a Castle, and those who see me fear and revere me as Demon King, but I am no such thing. I am a Namekian, but I am also a man. So I'd like you to treat me as such." He said sternly, and watched as her face changed from her distracted bliss, to confusion. 

What does he mean, he's a man? He talks, and looks like a man, but… he lays… eggs. Violet grimaced, then shook her head, feeling foolish. She turned away from him, and allowed him to have his modesty as she picked her rifle and her goggles off of the wall rack. She was acting ridiculous, Piccolo was an alien, an asexually reproducing one at that, and here she was acting like a schoolgirl in reaction to him. 

"Miss Violet. I gave you a command, did I not?" Piccolo snarled, gripping the bedsheets with one hand, then standing, and storming up behind her, breathing down her neck in heated pants. Violet looked at him from her peripheral, her blue eye sparkling a bit as she winked. 

"Understood. You are a man, so I will treat you like a man, Sir. Now, that being said, may I be permitted to leave the room?" She asked a sultry voice with a smug grin, popping her bubble gum. She raised her brows and tilted her head towards where he was gripping her tightly around the waist with both hands. "Ahem." Piccolo let go immediately, and growled, feeling embarrassed. 

"You...may, walk away then." 

Violet giggled, a sound he hadn't heard from her yet, his eyes widening as she laughed sweetly at his reaction. She then turned, and began to walk slowly down the hallway, her hips swaying in her tight tan trousers, leaving him in an interesting predicament. Piccolo looked down and his face darkened, cursing himself for staring at her behind in such a way that he was feeling heat rushing down to his groin in a peculiar throbbing anomaly he'd yet to ever experience before. 

"Are you coming along, or do you need a moment, Sir?" Violet said, peeking back over her shoulder. Piccolo nodded, and took a deep breath, calming his mind and the baffling physical reaction immediately along with it. 

Chapter Text

As it turned out, first class flight on a saiyan wasn't exactly luxurious. Bulma wriggled her legs together as Vegeta held her over his shoulder, her head hanging down by his back. The blood was rushing to her face, and she'd been needing to use it for the last half hour. Vegeta had been flying over Saiyan City, systematically blasting buildings to dust that had still managed to remain standing. He wanted this entire area to be flat, no more evidence that anyone had lived there besides perhaps some blades of grass. 

Bulma groaned from over his shoulder, wiggling her legs together again and clenching her pelvic muscles as hard as she could. "What the hell's your problem?" Vegeta snorted, stilling her legs by placing his hand around both ankles. 

"I told you, I have to pee!" She whined, tempted to pound her fists on his perfect butt in a tantrum, but she was well past those days, not that she didn't still have urges. 

"And I told you, pull your pants down and go." He shrugged, he made pit stops in mid air all the time. It was simply more convenient. 

"I can't do that!" She groaned, attempting to kick her legs, but he gripped them tighter. 

"Stop that. Remember your place, woman." He said seriously, and she rolled her eyes. 

"Oh yeah, Prince Vegeta, can you pretty please land so I can find a bush to go in?" She asked sweetly, and he relented, lowering down from the sky. 

"Fine, but that's it. We have other business to attend to." He said, and landed her in a bushy area of land that hadn't been demolished yet, letting her down from his shoulder. Bulma ran off eagerly, hiding behind the largest bush she could find that would conceal her from him. Even though he'd seen her nude once before, this was different and she felt a little embarrassed to be doing a number one in front of him. 

"Can you please turn around?" She asked meekly, as he simply stared off at nothing seemingly, then glanced at her. 

"I'm not watching, why would I want to watch that?" Vegeta scoffed, curling his lip distastefully. 

"Please!" Bulma pleaded, and he sighed heavily, turning himself around. 

"Fine, but I'll be listening to everything you do in the case you try to sneak off again." He said, almost teasing, but it was hard for her to tell. Bulma huffed and pulled her pants down, she just couldn't wait any longer. After a long moment, Bulma groaned and looked around herself anxiously. 

"Are you done?" He asked, and Bulma frowned. "Well… no, I need something to wipe with. I'm afraid to use these leaves, they could be poisonous." She said softly, then jumped a little when he made an agitated growl. "Here, take this." Vegeta snarled, and tossed something white back at her. 

Bulma picked it up, another glove of his. 

"I have more in my ship." He supplied, and Bulma utilized the glove thankfully, leaving it on the ground as she finished and ran back to him. Vegeta turned to see her waiting for him to pick her up, a relieved expression on her so easily readable face. 

"Thank you, Prince Vegeta." She said coyly, and he snorted, not giving her an answer, he picked her up by the waist and slung her over his shoulder once again.

The dust rolled along the vast plains of Ox Kingdom as there was a groan of wood, men grunting as they pushed the roof up off of the ground. Tien and Yamcha gave it one last push, then it landed on it's back as they let go, and rushed to kneel down by their injured friend. "Goku! Talk to us!" Krillin urged, rushing to his side and clutching him by his gi. The others fell to their knees and observed the battle battered saiyan laying bloodied in the dirt, his head turned to the side, teeth gritting in pain.

"He's alive!" Yamcha gasped in relief, looking to Tien for reassurance. He nodded, placing his hand on Yamcha's shoulder. 

"He's going to be alright." 

"G...Goha..n.. he took him.." Goku said in a reedy voice, his chest weakly rising in uneven breaths. He would have been hit dead on if it weren't for the roof of their house falling right in front of him just as the blast approached. Goku had been knocked down hard, but the roof had absorbed much of the blast. Blood ran from the corners of his mouth and nose as he reached up for something he thought was there, all looking on in wonder. 

"Shh. Reserve your strength, Goku." 

Tien said softly, and took his broken hand in his own and closed his eyes, praying for his swift recovery. Krillin sniffled, turning his face away to wipe his eyes. 

"What are we supposed to do without you, Goku? You can't go.. we need you."

Goku struggled to turn his head, then gave him a weak smile. 

"I'm.. ok, Krillin… I just need.. ." Goku began  to say, but they were all interrupted by the sound of hooves hitting hard on the ground, and a deep voice carrying over the lands. 

"Hey! You there, folks! Do y'all need assistance?" A man called, and they all turned to see who it was, besides Goku, who remained still. A tall man atop a black horse came over the hill, wearing a white ten gallon hat, and a western get up. Most of his face was concealed by a red bandana, but from what they could see, he had rich coffee colored skin, and warm, dark eyes. 

"Hey! We have a hurt man over here!" 

Krillin stood, and ran to the man, overjoyed to see another human so far out on the borders of the kingdom. "Oh, thank Kami! Can you help us?" He asked eagerly, Tien and Yamcha glancing back and forth at each other curiously. Krillin couldn't quite place why, but he immediately gathered a positive feeling from the man, and felt that he could trust him. 

"I'll see what I can do." The man said, and stepped down from his steed, his great height diminished by a slight hunch in his gait as he swaggered slowly over. 

"Make some breathing space, if you would." He said in a deep timbre, Chiaoutzu coming up and clutching to his cow print chaps. He stared at the man, his eyes unblinking as he reached one large hand out, and slowly moved it to muss the few strands of hair on his head. 

Chiaoutzu backed away silently, returning to Tien with a grin on his red cheeked face, Tien looking on in question. 

"It's ok. He's a nice guy." The boy said, and Tien nodded; searching the man's energy, and finding it to be oddly benevolent. 

The tall, dark stranger squatted down beside Goku and pulled down his bandana, grinning. His pearly white teeth beneath a thick black mustache seemed to make the others feel slightly more anxious, Yamcha not shifting from where he sat at the ready, preparing to pounce at any sign that this man was actually trying to perhaps rob them, as his bandit getup suggested. 

"The small one is correct. I did not come here to harm anyone." He said in a soft rumble, pulling a canteen from his side, and nudging Goku's face with it. Goku stirred awake with the gentle motion, blinking. 

"Who...who're you?" He asked softly, before taking a drink of water from the canteen. Goku got a taste of the fresh spring water, and gulped eagerly as the man seemed to mull over this for a moment.

"My name is… Samuel Caine. I came from the outskirts, over yonder, when I heard the commotion over here." He said with a drawl, thumbing towards a ranch far off in the distance. "I understand that there's been a hostile alien takeover. I didn't realize they'd come all the way out here in the frontiers of the bushland. It's a far cry from that there, metropolis." He said, then offered his canteen to the others to pass around after Goku had his fill. 

"Yeah… It's terrible, we're forced to work on the farm here… no water in days, thank Kami you're here, or Goku may not have made it." Tien said, looking to Krillin as he eagerly drank from the bottle with a puzzled expression. "Have your fill. More where that came from." The man said, reaching into a pocket in his belt, and feeling around. 

Krillin handed Tien the bottle, and he took it, shaking it slightly out of curiosity. 

"That there is a bottomless bladder. It can hold lots of spring water. Now, I'd like you all to look away when I do this. It may not be pretty." Samuel said, taking a small object in his hand. Yamcha shook his head stubbornly. 

"I'll watch, I'm not afraid of a little blood." He challenged, the others agreeing. 

"Alright, fine … just don't question how I got a hold of these magic beans." He said, and produced a small, green bean between his pale fingers with yellowed nails. 

"You must use these sparingly, only when absolutely necessary." He instructed, and moved the bean to Goku's mouth as the others watched in surprise. 

Goku took it gratefully and chewed, recognizing the look and taste of a senzu bean. He didn't question the man though as he chewed, recalling that he asked them not to question how he got them. Goku was simply thankful to have one, closing his eyes as his body began to heal. 

Samuel opened Goku's hand, and placed a pouch of beans in it. He gestured for them to keep the canteen as he got to his feet, helping Goku to stand. Goku stared up at the man, and tilted his head to the side and scratched it, the other hand on his hip. 

"Mister Caine… If I may ask, how did you know to use the bean to heal me?" Goku asked innocently; not asking how he got them, but how he knew to use them. He thought himself rather clever as Samuel chuckled, and placed his hands behind his back as he mused on his. 

"Well, aren't you the quick one, Goku. I knew how to use the bean, because it healed me." He answered, and Goku huffed. He hadn't really answered his question how he would have liked, but it was close enough. 

"Now, I see there's quite a wreck, here. Perhaps, ah, Pepper and I here can help fix up the place. He's a great draft horse." Samuel motioned to the black horse with a blank looking expression on its face, and Krillin and Goku took his offer eagerly. They would have Goku, and the assistance of the horse now to lift, and rebuild their homes. It was all almost a little too good to believe for Yamcha, who hesitated to pick up a hammer, until Tien placed it in his hand, giving him an intense look with those three eyes that made a tingle go down his spine. Tien leaned close, and whispered in his ear. 

"I know you're not convinced, and neither am I. But let's just take his help for now." He said seriously, and Yamcha nodded. They would keep close watch on his mysterious 'Samuel Caine', who seemed to have come out of nowhere.

Shudders ran up and down her spine as Mai left the room where Nappa and the other woman made cacophony of groans and moans, consumed by lust. She slipped out unseen just as Marron walked into the room, and tilted her head at the indecent acts she seemed to be merely curious about. Mai took this opportunity as her only chance to escape; regardless of the other women's circumstance. Perhaps in the future they would have their chance, but for now they were distracting the one saiyan guard remaining on the grounds. If she waited any longer to leave, she may never get to. 

Mai took a deep, calming breath, and looked up the stairs; where her objective was. Her capture had left her stripped of her garments and belongings, which she could recall being thrown to the floor in Raditz's room when he had instructed her to strip upon inspection. Raditz told her to bend over, and had spread her legs wide to take a good look at her, his large fingers pushing aside her flesh, licking his lips as he neared closer.  Mai bit into her fist and sobbed as he breathed his heated breaths onto her most private places, and chuckled. 

"That's a delicious smell you have there, such a pretty little girl." He purred, the sound of his voice resonating into her nightmares, haunting her to her core when she had stood up after his examination, and saw him standing there, at full mast, a pleased grin on his face as he waited for her to appreciate his body in the same way. Her eyes raked over the foreign appendage, shock and fear going through her as she backed away, not finding his generous display desirable. Mai had ran, and ran until she found herself in a dark room. The dungeon. She remained catatonic in a corner, on the dark floor until he sent Launch down the next day to retrieve her. Ever since then, Mai had lived in terror. 

She hadn't been taken by him then, and not since then. It wasn't that he didn't desire to; but that Raditz reveled in her fear of him doing so. The following days, she was ordered to dress only in lingerie, and at night, Raditz would take her to her room to watch her undress, tucking her into the bed where there was nothing but a threadbare sheet, leaving her door wide open so she would feel exposed and fear his return. Night after night, she pulled the blanket up to her chin to still her teeth's chattering as she dreaded the night when he would not tuck her in. Raditz was cruel, using such a loving gesture to breed fear within her. Mai had even feared that the holes in the walls would have peering eyes in them, and so she stuffed them with torn bits of her blanket. 

The last strings of her resolve were broken when terror began to set in so deeply, that she had come to her room, and laid in the bed naked. Mai had nothing but the torn sheet to barely cover herself with as she laid and waited for her to claim her, to simply do it and get it over with. She was tired of waiting, wondering why he hadn't yet, and dreading the night he would. Delusion had begun to dig its claws into her at last, as she tossed, and rubbed between her legs in heated frustration, her body on fire with nothing to quench it. But, he had never come. Somehow, she was lucky enough for what almost happened with Nappa today to rattle her hard enough to come to terms with reality, and set her free. 

Mai would wait no longer. She was determined, and crept carefully up the stairs. Raditz had left to do his rounds at the farm, as he did almost everyday. Mai knew that he would be gone for some time, but didn't rely on that for reassurance. He could return at any time, so she had to do this quickly. She made her way up to the top of the rickety old wood staircase, hanging onto the bannister tightly as she sighted his bedroom, her heart racing. A small smile curved up her lips as she pulled a hair pin from the side of her head, and used the bobby pin to pick the padlock on his door. 

After a few moments of struggling, the lock came unhinged with some tugging. Elation filled her as she opened the door to Raditz's room, yet also horror. Her body was paralyzed as she stared at the spot on the floor where she had stood, the vivid memories flashing through her mind. It almost seemed like it would have been easier for her to have serviced him then, and save herself from the pain. But then, she would have been nothing but his slave. Mai shook her head, walking in the room quickly. She switched on the light and shut the door behind her, looking around the black covered bedroom. 

Black walls, carpet, curtains, a bed with a leather covered mattress, and red silk sheets. Any other color besides black or red would stand out starkly. She gulped and looked up at the tall cabinet where whips hung through the glass windows, along with chains and torture devices. She took a deep breath, and opened the cabinet, her eyes widening with abhorrence as she gazed at phallic replicas, and clamps used to pinch and tease nipples. Suddenly, she felt a rush of energy to get her things and leave. Mai pulled out the bottom drawer that was filled to the top with all kinds of disgusting things, such as ball gags and cock rings. She dug through them until she reached the bottom, her heart speeding up when her hand closed around something cold and round. Mai parted the sea of sex toys and felt utter glee, seeing how her clothing had been wrapped around the two dragon balls she had in her possession. 

Mai gathered them up, and shoved everything back into place, closing the cabinet just as she heard voices down below.

"Come on girl, do something!" Nappa growled, then a woman's voice. 

"Get offa me, you stinkin' pig !" She heard Hasky scream, then her yelp of pain. 

Heart racing, she hurried out of the room, and quickly down the corridor to find her own bedroom and dress. She would hide there and wait until either Colonel Violet arrived, or she was brave enough to leave on her own. 

When Raditz had returned with the brat, he'd quickly become a burden, causing a stir amongst all the women with his arrival, who were saying how adorable he was and passing him around like a bundle of gifts. He hadn't anticipated their excitement to see the boy, he'd only expected them to do their duty and care for him, not coo and cuddle him. 

" Aww , what a cutie! Coochie-coo!" Ranfan said, coming up to Chi-Chi to inspect the boy. 

"What's his name?" Suno asked, coming closer to wave at the boy in his mother's arms. 

"This is my son Gohan." Chi-Chi said proudly, the other woman all sighing with awe. 

"Can I hold him?" Panchy asked from where she sat with Nappa, Marron also looking curious. Raditz furrowed his brow in confusion; wondering why they'd want to take turns holding a four year old boy, who was clearly able to walk. 

"That's enough!" Raditz snarled, grabbing the boy from where he was being held by Panchy. The woman made a sad sound as he was taken from her arms, Nappa frowning. "Who's the kid? He's a saiyan?" He grunted, at last getting up off the couch where he'd been lazing about with the women. Raditz sniffed, scrunching his nose up. "Half a saiyan…he's from my blood. It reeks in here. What were you doing while I was away?" He asked, taking the boy under his arm. "Hey, let go of me!" The little one complained, but they just ignored him. Nappa chuckled sheepishly, putting one heavy arm around Panchy, who was blissfully smiling. 

"I had some fun with the ladies while you were out. I think they actually tired me out!" He said, surprised, though he shouldn't have been. Raditz laughed, patting Launch on the ass as she wandered to the end of her leash to chat with another woman. 

"Nappa. You aren't young like I am. Five women is nothing. I've rutted with most of them, besides your old woman, the shy one...Oh, and that redhead." Raditz mused, looking at Suno with an inquiring hand on his chin, the redhead blushing.  

Nappa's eyes rounded, and his teeth bared, clutching Panchy closer to him. 

"Well, Bunny's mine, and I don't think Vegeta is willing to share. You forgot Suno was even here, Raditz." Nappa retorted, feeling greedy.

"She looks good in those garments. A little round in the hips. But I don't particularly mind that. I bet she could take a pounding." Raditz purred, and Suno flinched a little. Nappa growled, feeling inadequate compared to the virile younger saiyan. Who has all of his hair . Nappa thought bitterly. Chi-Chi observed the men with a huff, crossing her arms. Disgusting animals. 

Entertaining five women at a time was a task for even a saiyan, he had to admit felt a little drained from the task of attempting to impregnate all of them. It wasn't quite as successful as he'd intended though, because during the heat of the moment he couldn't even see straight to know which woman he was with, and not that he'd admit it to Raditz, but he was only able to do the deed four times before his reserves seemed depleted, but that didn't stop him from trying. He had yet to give the blonde her medicine, and figured he'd get back to her later. Hasky seemed a bit annoyed with him, anyway. 

Launch and Hasky stood off to the side of the men chatting amicably, both blondes seemed almost identical as if they were twins, Raditz noticed with a randy grin. Plus, the bonus was Hasky didn't have Nappa's scent on her yet, besides the swollen bottom lip that signaled to him that she was feisty. 

"Can I borrow the one you didn't use yet?" Raditz said, gesturing towards Hasky. 

"What… the shy one? You mean the black haired one? She was just here… wait a minute." Nappa said, looking around. He saw the less mouthy blue haired one, purple, blonde, blonde, red… no black haired women, excluding the Ox Princess. 

"Who, Mai?" Raditz questioned, tensing up at the sound of which particular girl was missing, the one he'd been saving for later tonight. "Damn it." Nappa growled, looking around. He remembered Mai sitting on his lap like an obedient woman just a while ago, telling him she'd mix him a tasty drink while she lit his cigar for him.

"It was her idea that started this whole thing… But then, I don't think she ever got her turn." Nappa mused, then stood up suddenly, knocking Marron off his lap, Panchy clinging around his neck with a startled squeal. 

"She's missing!" Nappa snarled, and Raditz stiffened. "Fuck, Nappa! You should have been watching them, not fucking them, you let her get you distracted!" Raditz snarled, his tail lashing.

 "Find Mai, now!"

 "Yes, Raditz." Nappa said, and stormed towards her room.

"Here," Raditz snarled, thrusting Gohan into Chi-Chi's arms, then quickly taking off his arm cuffs to release her and Launch. 

"Keep an eye on them, you two." Raditz clipped, and Puar and Oolong nodded quickly; fearing what would happen if they didn't. "Yes, Master." Both echoed.

The city beneath her was almost unrecognizable now, besides for the smatterings of untouched buildings where the saiyans hoarded their women. There were little but a few grocery shops, and essential stores that they would raid if needed within the same block on Saltwater Street. Violet pointed to the dilapidated establishment that the Saiyans made their home base, a tall brick building with neon signs flashing, advertising dancing women and a bar. 

"Land here," She instructed Piper, and the creature carrying her with his talons as he flew purred in acknowledgement, flying down towards a dark alley just a house away as she scoped out the building. 

Violet had figured that perhaps this was more than just a strip club, for a club to require three floors with multiple bedrooms seemed seedy. It was more than likely a brothel before the saiyans claimed it, and maybe even a sex trafficking center of operation. Mai had informed her that there was a literal dungeon downstairs, and beds in each of the rooms. She required no more evidence to come to this conclusion. 

Piper set her down gently on the ground, then hovered in the air behind her. Violet signaled for him to stay put as she crept towards the building, and squatted down beside one of the windows. It was opened up just a crack so Violet would know which one was Mai's. She took a stick off the ground, then a pad of paper and wrote 'Hello, it's Violet. All clear?' on it, this was how they'd managed to communicate before, Mai would leave her letters wedged in the windowsill for her to take, and she would use the stick to push hers back in. 

Violet attached the note to the stick, and wriggled it through the window. She moved so she was flat to the wall, watching around the corner to be sure that no-one had seen her. She then heard a rustling, and looked up as Mai peered through the curtain, a frightened look on her face. She pulled up the window, and swung one leg out, hurrying to get out as quickly as possible. 

Violet assisted her, catching her in her arms. 

"Hurry, they're onto me!" Mai whispered in a panic, and Violet grit her teeth. She could either stay and fight, or run with her tail between her legs. She glanced back and saw Piper flying over, then attaching himself to the side of the building, where as he put a large pointed ear, he could hear the Saiyans searching for Mai inside. 

"Sir Piccolo entrusted me with the protection of you and the woman. Flee." Piper hissed, his cat like pupils narrowing as he urged Violet on. "But, how will I get back?" She asked, clutching Mai to herself. 

"It matters not. Take her, and go back to King Castle. I will distract the saiyans." Piper hissed, and Violet nodded. 

"Wait. My motorcycle!" Mai whispered, and searched through her teal trench coat for the capsule she needed. She tossed it, and Violet was eager to see the Pilaf motorcycle appear, grinning. 

"Good thinking, Agent Mai." 

"Colonel Violet, let's hurry." Mai said, and took a seat on the bike. Violet followed, the engine rumbling just as there was an angered shout, and the shattering of glass. Nappa burst from the side of the building just as the bike took off, surging to take flight after it. Piper flew in front of him, blocking Nappa from taking chase after the women. 

"You'll have to get through me, saiyan. Sir Piccolo doesn't appreciate you dawdling with these women. So, he decided to borrow one. Hope you don't mind." Piper snarled, then flexed his claws as Nappa barreled towards him.  Once Nappa had charged at him, Piper lept back, only for his long tail to be stepped on, just as Raditz came out of the house. 

"What's this, another Namekian?" Raditz scoffed, eyeing the being up and down. He only resembled a Namekian because of his green skin, other than that, he looked to be the spawn of a lizard, and a cat. 

"I'm no Namekian… I am demon spawn." Piper cackled, and detached his own tail, the segment popping off. His tail would regenerate later, that being the only other thing he had in common with his originator. Piper was born of malicious intent; and so he was like the ones before him, a mutant. Because Piccolo bore him out of his malicious intent; Piper was not pure enough to be a true Namekian. 

"Namek, demon, whatever it is, let's kill it." Raditz scowled, and Nappa nodded in agreement. 

"If they want to play like that, we'll attack right back." He sneered gruffly, and both of them surged to attack. Piper lashed out with his claws and talons, but the saiyans seemed to be unaffected by his scratches. Nappa delivered a blunt blow to the head, and Raditz kneed him hard in the gut. Piper spat up purple blood, and curled to the ground in pain. Nappa and Raditz both took one wing, grinning. 

"Tell us what your lord is plotting." Nappa snickered, yanking on the leathery green wing. "Or you'll never fly again." 

"Never!" Piper hissed, turning his face to attack with his long tongue, he lashed at Raditz's thigh but was met with a brown tail instead, that curled around it tight and tugged. 

"You'll never talk again, either." Raditz snickered. 

"Let's take 'em down to the dungeon." Nappa sneered sadistically, and Raditz nodded eagerly. 

"Yes, lets." 

…

Mai didn't look back as she drove, her fingers tight on the handles as Violet clung to her back. She drove against the wind, weaving in and out of traffic, the rumbling of the motorcycle making them have to stay silent, or shout over it, so in their urgency to get away, they remained quiet. Mai eventually pulled off to the side at the edge of Central City, parking her bike in a nondescript location. Violet glanced around herself curiously, then stepped off the bike after Mai. 

"Where are we?" She asked, but Mai simply placed one finger on her red lips. Violet followed her to a shadowy area, where Mai knelt to begin unscrewing a large vault that was hidden beneath some brush. Violet assisted her in turning it, then they opened it. 

"We can speak inside." Mai informed her, then crawled down the ladder. Violet nodded, and followed after her. Once inside the bunker, Violet's jaw dropped at what she found inside. Not only was it stockpiled with weapons, and pilaf machines, it was also plastered with candid photos of Goku and his friends as children and adults, with arrow signs pointing to their locations on a map.  

Violet smirked, her hands on her hips as Mai removed her trench coat, revealing her black shirt underneath and tan trousers with combat boots. Violet watched as Mai began to fill the interior pockets of the coat with capsules, then strapped a pistol belt to her waist. 

"Funny how you and I are allies now. All those years ago, you were chasing after the Dragon Balls too." Violet began, picking up a missile launcher and admiring it. Mai nodded, 

"Yes, it is ironic now that you and I are now on the same side, when before we would have challenged each other." Mai said with a smile, Violet nodding. She smirked as she recalled how she'd first met Mai, back quite some time ago when she came across Mai as a Red Ribbon Army prisoner. 

She recalled the time when she tormented her by knocking her baton on the bars, the woman inside clutching a shivering old man, and a whimpering dog to herself. Mai didn't seem like much of a fighter to her, with the way she cowered at the threat of a gun to her head. But, eventually Violet grew to use less threatening methods, or else she knew she'd never get an answer out of her. Once Mai felt she wasn't going to be attacked, she was able to tell her all about their quest to find the dragon balls, and the unbelievable strength of the little boy who crushed their castle by becoming a great ape. 

It was when they were taken in by Colonel Silver, after failing to fool Goku with a fake dragon ball, that Mai was imprisoned. Violet was at liberty to watch over her, and interrogated her about her business with Goku and friends, and why they needed the dragon balls. Seems both of their leaders only ever wanted to rule the world, and never thought to make a wish that didn't serve themselves. Mai was a slave to Emperor Pilaf then, and her loyalty was only to him. Both foolish and young then, now both women were old enough to know better, though Mai still missed her gang dearly, and saw Shu and Pilaf as her only family. 

As for Violet, her mission had come to an end when Goku had invaded Red Ribbon Headquarters. Instead of fighting Goku like the other soldiers, Colonel Violet decided instead to blow up the vault and steal all of the army's valuables–besides the dragon balls; taking the valuables as her so called "severance package", she escaped the base in a private aircraft. Violet had attempted to escape, and never return again. Not until now, when she was captured in her undercover hideout in the woods of Mt. Paozu, where with his scouter Raditz had sniffed her out, and gifted her to Piccolo as a peace treaty. 

"I'm so sorry to hear what happened to your friends." Violet said softly, as Mai looked at a candid picture of the three of them on the wall; Mai unsmiling, Shu waving, and Pilaf looking regal as the picture was taken in preparation for his dominion over earth. 

"We had no chance against him. I thought Goku was tough, but Raditz is tougher. He didn't hesitate to kill them just to get to me." Mai spat bitterly, loading a gun with a staccato pump of the barrel. 

"Why did he attack you? Was it the Dragon Balls?" Violet questioned, taking the opportunity to load her own gun in the abundant armory. 

"No. He only wanted me because I'm a woman. I don't think he cares, or knows about the Dragon Balls. I can take the global radar with me to King Piccolo's palace if necessary." Mai informed her, and clicked a button on the wall that made the map roll up, a large, dark monitor beneath it showing where the balls were by glowing pings on the radar. 

"I already have two of them." 

Violet looked eager, but hesitated. 

"Goku and his friends are surely out there, plotting something." 

"No." Mai shook her head. 

"Raditz is keeping them captive. Goku's friend Bulma, Prince Vegeta has her. She's the girl whose family company makes all these capsules and the original Dragon Radar. Pilaf machines come in second best to Capsule Corp." Mai informed her, showing her a box of her own knock off dyno-caps. 

"Damn. If he has her, then he has an advantage. And three of those saiyans like Goku...." Violet whispered, Mai's eyes widening. She wasn't fully sure about how she felt about Piccolo Jr. She had served the Demon King Piccolo for a time, and she couldn't help but feel a shiver of fright go through her at the thought of him. 

"He isn't the same Piccolo you're thinking of. This Piccolo… he is, in his own odd way… kind . But he is formidable, and you should tread carefully when we return to the castle." 

"I understand." Mai nodded, packing up a briefcase that housed the necessary parts for the global radar to attach to a monitor. 

"I believe I have everything I need now." She said, and Violet nodded. The two women stared at each other for a long moment, both of their faces serious as they contemplated their arrangement. It was during Violet's time as her captor that they had formed a secret friendship, and after she had let them go; believing their involvement with the Red Ribbon Army to only be consequential to both of their mutual objectives, Mai and Violet had agreed that, if ever one of them needed help, that they would find a way to help eachother out. 

Violet was the first to step forward, a blush spreading on Mai's face as she took her into her arms for a warm embrace. Mai hadn't expected the release of emotion that came out beneath her touch, but she welcomed it, and clutched her back. 

"Thank you for saving me, Violet. I don't know how I can ever repay you." Mai sobbed into her shoulder, Violet stroking her black locks as she stared at the map on the wall; distant in thought. She knew of one thing she truly desired above all things, her throat closing as it tightened; holding back her own emotion. 

"Don't worry about it… I know you'd have my back if I were in your situation." She reassured, and Mai stepped back, wiping her eyes, then blowing her nose in a bandana. 

"Mai… when you were held captive, did you ever happen to see a girl that looked like me?" Violet asked hesitantly, pulling a piece of hair between her fingers in a nervous motion. Mai sniffled, then her eyes widened. 

"Fan-Ran! No.. what was her name?" 

Violet froze, "You mean FanFan?"

Mai thought, then looked sheepish. 

"No… I think her name was Ran- Fan. I got it backwards. She has the same color hair as you, but that's about the only resemblance." She said lowly, and Violet nodded. 

"Oh… that's alright. We should get going." She said, and Mai nodded, gathering her things. They loaded them into the side car of the motorcycle, then rode towards King Castle.

When they finally landed, Bulma was surprised to see her regal surroundings. They were at the gate of King Castle, a tall castle with pronged spikes protruding from its blue and yellow pillar, the surrounding buildings having a similar design. All around her was beautiful, green grass and tall trees, and farm lands. They could see them down below, outside the high walls of the Kingdom, where Piccolo's serfs farmed the lush land with skill and experience. 

"Wow! So pretty. I wish we lived here!" Bulma said in awe, her hands to her cheeks as she gazed at the land, and then the flower gardens surrounding the castle walls. Vegeta remained silent, eyeing his surroundings silently as she did, his skeptical gaze not forthcoming. This was supposed to be all his, he was told that Piccolo was simply reserving his seat, but he looked to be thriving here. 

"Come, pet. Stay quiet." He said, and pulled her leash close to his body, wrapping it around the bare skin of his hand a few times to keep her on a short chain. Bulma gasped as they walked up to the tall gate, and Vegeta stood before the two green skinned guards. One was fat, and the other thin, both covered in tiny horns and scaly skin. 

Vegeta walked up to the guards, pushing her behind him slightly as the two stepped to block his entrance. 

"State your business at King Castle." The large one said, and Vegeta smirked. 

"I come to discuss matters with Sir Piccolo, I am the ambassador and Prince of All Saiyans." Vegeta stated, and the two guards balked at this, glancing at each other and deciding that he was telling the truth. 

"..And the girl, here? Who is she?" 

Vegeta answered without hesitating, "She is my slave." Bulma pouted at this, but stayed silent. The two observed how she wore a collar, and a lead that was in his hand, and the two agreed that she was indeed a slave. 

The guards pushed the gate open, and they were allowed entrance onto the palace grounds. As they came down the walkway, Bulma was slightly impressed that Vegeta chose to present himself in such a professional manner, instead of slaying the guards in his way like he'd slain the two men earlier today. They came up to the front door, which they found ajar, and Vegeta pushed it open. The room before them was quite spectacular, a large, round room, made up of purple walls and spotless white tiles. They looked around, finding they were quite alone, but Vegeta moved on to the whirling spiral staircase that went up the center of the obelisk, around and around. 

Bulma clung to his arm closely as they made their way to the topmost floor, her knees shaking as she stepped up to the great platform, where sunlight fell down blindingly bright, a circular sunroof open to allow in the warm rays of light. Vegeta pulled her along with him until they reached the center of the room, where Piccolo sat on a massive white throne with spiked armrests, his exposed, muscular arms lying dormant there as he wore a long purple robe that came down his front, with the Kanji symbol for demon on his chest beneath his white cape, and purple pants. 

"I've been expecting you, Prince Vegeta." Piccolo said, but did not move from his throne, bowing slightly at his waist. 

"Lord Piccolo, you seem quite comfortable in the throne." Vegeta said as he bowed, pressing Bulma on the back to do the same, though she felt confused as to why. 

Piccolo stood up then, reaching his height of nearly several feet, and offered it to him. 

"Would you like a seat?" He grinned smugly, "It's quite warm." Piccolo said, and left his throne to stand, and look down at his kingdom below. Vegeta bristled at his offer, but wouldn't take it out of his own self respect. Instead he came to stand nearby, glancing down at the vast property below. 

"I was expecting Lord Raditz to arrive as well, and his entourage. Why have you come alone?" Piccolo questioned, his attention drawn to a plant that was growing in a pot on the windowsill. 

"They have other business to attend to. Besides, I'm the one who calls the shots, not them." Vegeta snapped impatiently, shaking his head. Piccolo smirked, playing with a leaf on the plant as he mused on this. 

"I see. As you should. Then, I expect they won't mind if we hold a conference without them?" Piccolo said, amused, and Vegeta nodded. "Not at all. I am ready when you are." He stated quickly, and Piccolo seemed pleased by this. 

"Pardon me, but I am hoping to have the presence of my advisor at the table. She is making her way here now, as we speak. Would you be bothered to wait in one of our rooms in preparation? Surely you need to refresh after your long journey." Piccolo said eloquently, a vein throbbing on Vegeta's temple as he did. But, to Bulma's further shock, he nodded. 

"That would be preferable." He answered, and Piccolo motioned a guard forward to show them to their room. 

"Wow…" Bulma marveled, inwardly squealing. Vegeta jerked her chain, and she remained quiet after that. The guard led them to their room, and shut the door behind them. Vegeta let her chain go slack, and sat heavily on the bed, his head in his hands. Bulma hesitated to question what they were meant to do now, so she simply waited. 

After a moment, he stood, and strolled over to the ensuite washroom. Looking down at his bloody clothes, he decided that now was a good time to get cleaned up. He removed his cuff, dropping it to the floor along with her chain as he peeled off his armour. Bulma stood still, her eyes wide as he stripped away his top layer, tossing it in a basket. 

"Come along." He said, and Bulma nodded, hesitantly stepping into the bathroom as he continued to strip, removing his boots. 

"Run the bath." He said, and Bulma nodded eagerly. She was very happy to do so, given she would be allowed to bathe too. Vegeta left the room momentarily, then she heard him make a surprised sound that was almost unrecognizable coming from him, and turned her head. Vegeta held in his hands, a clean and pressed replica of his armour, with gold embellishments. Piccolo had indeed predicted their arrival, and as so he'd made them suitable clothing to wear at dinner. Bulma smiled eagerly, wondering what she would get to wear. 

Vegeta admired the suit, the gold chains that dangled from the shoulder pads, the red cape with royal blue flocking that was attached to the back, and shook his head. It was a spectacularly crafted garment; one perfect to win him over. He set the armor back down and glanced at what he assumed Bulma was to wear, and snickered, but said nothing, returning to the bathroom. Bulma had filled the tub nearly to the brim with hot water, and was fluffing the water it seemed to make more perfumed bubbles form. He removed his bloody pants, and wasn't surprised to hear them rip as he did. They'd held up for some time, and had only been removed when he slept. 

"Move aside," he said, and walked past her to get into the tub, sitting back and making a rumble of pleasure as he was submerged in the bubbles. Bulma pouted, crossing her arms. "Aren't you going to save some room for me?" She huffed, and Vegeta looked at her wildly, his cheeks blushing.

"You wish to share the bath?!" He asked incredulously, Bulma's head bobbing enthusiastically with a grin. 

"Yes, please! I would love a nice, warm bath." She said with an odd energy, one he simply couldn't comprehend. Vegeta grumbled, then nodded, though he was afraid he would regret it. "Fine. You can wash my back, then." He said, and turned in the tub so she could have better access to it.

"This is great! Sir Piccolo is such a generous man. I was a little creeped out of him before, but maybe now he's starting to grow on me!" She said with a happy squeal as she wriggled out of her jeans, tossing them carelessly on the floor along with the rest of her clothes. 

"Tch. He's generous , alright." Vegeta remarked in a low growl. 

She got into the tub behind him, and sighed heavily with pleasure. 

"Aaahh!" She moaned, and began scrubbing her arm with a sponge. Vegeta cleared his throat and glanced over his shoulder at her, his tail swishing in the water. Bulma remembered her place, and began washing his back, squeezing hot water down it. She noticed how it ran over the rivets in his skin and her eyes widened, running one hand over his back to feel the scar tissue. 

"W-what is this from…?" She said softly, her hand trembling as it felt the deep gouges in his skin, suddenly feeling an intense wave of sympathy wash over her. 

"What happened to you?" She asked, and retracted her hand, feeling worried just touching the old wounds would hurt him. 

"I said wash, not touch." Vegeta said sharply, and she nodded, taking the sponge and washing her master's back obediently, but keeping her scrubbing gentle.

When she reached to touch his hair next, Vegeta tensed, and moved away, dunking it in the water so he could scrub it himself. 

"Good enough. Hurry up and get clean." He said, and Bulma nodded, reaching for the soap so that she could do the same. As she did, she couldn't help but keep glancing up at him, and wondering how he got those terrible scars. Is it possible… that Vegeta was… whipped? She thought, biting her lower lip. Bulma shook her head and continued her bath, dismissing those thoughts. She watched how his back muscles flexed as he washed his face, and resolved that there was no way he'd ever let that happen to him.

Steam billowed through the air as Chi-Chi sat obediently on the floor, her white lacy garments dampened and dappled with foamy bubbles. She took a large comb, and raked it down Raditz's thick mane, making thick soap suds come down, along with whatever dust he'd picked up in the desert. The large saiyan laid in the tub with his head tilted back, eyes closed, yet with both hands clenching the leash chains. Launch straddled him, and scrubbed his body with a large sponge, half submerging her nude body in the hot water. Chi-Chi frowned as she pulled a knot free from his tangled spikes and set the hair in a small wad on the floor, before taking a bucket and rinsing his hair with warm water. She then poured conditioning oils down his mane and raked her fingers along his scalp, causing him to stir a small amount, disturbing the sullen saiyan from his light slumber. 

Chi-Chi knew that Raditz was unhappy after today's events, so she made little complaint as she detangled his mane, shivering as the water cooled on her still unclean skin. Launch giggled as Raditz's tail hit the water and splashed her, its agitated movement signaling that Chi-Chi should finish rinsing. She ran more water in the bucket, then gently poured it over his hair until the oils ran down the floor drain. She wrung it out the best she could, knowing it was unnecessary anyway. She took a sharp intake of breath as she lifted his hair, and saw a long, ragged mark going over his shoulder blades as he reclined against the tub, its deep grooves raked along the masses of muscle. Chi-Chi felt puzzled, but resolved to herself that it must be a battle wound. A bad one, at that. 

"Master, please let me rinse you." Chi-Chi said softly, and Raditz growled at her, sitting up in the tub. She hesitated, then waited until he stood up out of the tub to begin hosing the suds from his body that looked to be sculpted by the gods. Chi-Chi turned her face away from his indecency and frowned, him turning so she could wash his back and tail thoroughly. Once again, she found herself  looking at the multiple scars with both curiosity, and a faint sense of pity, but she quashed that feeling down before it could take hold.  Launch stood and waited her turn, and Chi-Chi did the same for her, spraying the young girl down until her blue curls were free of soap suds. Chi-Chi turned the water off and waited for her next command, her head hanging while Raditz and Launch dried themselves, Launch sneezing from the chill and transforming. 

Raditz began to walk, her chain tugging as she resisted his pull. "Master Raditz, when may I bathe?" Chi-Chi said meekly, glancing coyly up at him from beneath her bangs. The long haired saiyan looked at her from over his shoulder, and scoffed. "You may wash with what water remains. Launch, watch over her to be sure she doesn't try to drown herself." He said, and released both women from their chains, dropping his towel on the floor, then shaking out his mane, spraying water droplets everywhere. "Yes, Master Raditz." Launch nodded, and remained in the room with Chi-Chi as he locked it from the outside. 

 Chi-Chi began to remove her soiled clothing with a disgusted grimace as Launch watched, the blonde haired woman oddly silent as she crossed her arms, and sat on the edge of the tub, keeping a close eye on her. Once removed, there were faint lines of dust and dried substance from rubbing Raditz's release all over herself like lotion at his command, now dried on her skin. Chi-Chi stepped into the water, which was now growing lukewarm and scowled as long hairs of Raditz's floated in the murky water. 

"If ya keep makin' that ugly face, it'll stay like that forever." Launch said in a low hiss, her emerald eyes narrowed at her. Chi-Chi flinched an imperceptible amount, looking at the other woman in surprise. Launch curled her lip at her, running a comb through the curly gold hair over her perky breasts. 

"Launch, why...?" Chi-Chi said lowly, her brows furrowed. "Why are you being so mean to me? We're both stuck here, together." She responded, puzzled. 

Launch ran the comb through her hair, and hummed. "Hmph. I don't like your attitude. You act as if you're too good for Master Raditz." She sniffed, crossing one leg over the other. 

"My--my attitude?! I'm a married woman!" Chi-Chi shouted in disbelief, her fists hitting the water and causing a splash.  

"Shuddup!" Launch hissed, and used her chain to lash at Chi-Chi with, hitting her arm. She winced, clutching where a welt was forming as Launch stood up, and came to the side of the tub, leaning down with her hands on the edge.

"Do you think I'm stupid? I know you're married, how could I forget? You tricked Goku into marrying you, prolly bribed him into bed with your cooking, and molested the clueless dope. Meanwhile, I've been a single woman living at Kame House for all these years, being sexually harassed by the old man for just trying to get by without stealin'. I dealt with rejection from Tien, chased him, and he sent me packin'. Now, I have Master Raditz, the sexiest man, and I have to share him with… you ." Launch spat distastefully, glaring down at Chi-Chi as she wrapped her arms around herself in the water, shivering. 

 Chi-Chi retorted back, agitated. 

"You can have Raditz, I don't want him! I just want to go home to my husband!" She snapped, and Launch snorted, shaking her head. "Yeah, yeah. I saw it all, you can't fool me. You were teasing him, you fucking whore. Leave Raditz alone unless he asks for you." She threatened lowly, and Chi-Chi tensed in the water, her eyes wide with her bafflement. 

"Stop denying it. You wanted it. You're a disrespectful tramp ." Launch huffed, and turned around, sitting on the edge of the tub. Chi-Chi clenched her fists in the water, shaking with her anger and shock at how Launch had talked to her. 

"Fine. You want the truth? I did want Raditz,  I wanted his attention, his touch, to feel special to him for a second… it's what happens when you're treated like a dog, you begin to beg for your Master's approval, instead of his displeasure. That's what our sole purpose is, to give him pleasure. But now, I'll never know the gentle touch of my sweet Goku again, all because of one second that I will regret for all my life." She responded softly, and sobbed, covering her face. Launch turned her face just slightly, and her scowl softened. She listened to the other woman cry, and had to turn away, gazing down at her lace and leather garments on a pile on the floor. She took the long leash in her hand and stared at it, sighing shakily. 

"Shit. I'm sorry Chi-Chi…I-- I'm talking like a crazy lady. I dunno why I thought that Raditz would only want me.  I'm nothing but his sex slave, and we're both caught up in this fantasy he's made for us. We should be helpin' each other instead of fightin'… but, I can't help but want him..." Launch thought aloud, placing one hand on her cheek and sighing. The difference with Raditz and Tien, is that Raditz really paid attention to her. He wanted her, and not as a friend. Launch wanted to be desired by him… The wild Saiyan was a ravenous beast between her thighs, thrilling, untamed. But, it bothered her how Raditz had such an erotic fascination with punishment, and could handle a whipping like a seasoned veteran. 

Why does he like it, anyway? 

Launch frowned, tapping her red nail on her chin. 

"There's just… one thing. Haven't you ever thought, maybe the saiyans are victims too?" Launch said in a low whisper, turning to pull the drain plug out, and run fresh water for Chi-Chi, who had gone pale, still sniffling. 

"Them…? Victims? How… ?" Chi-Chi asked incredulously, then her eyes widened. She remembered eyeing the large scars on Raditz's back, being morbidly fascinated by how his skin was pink and stretched where it had been split. It makes no sense, if Raditz is some sort of… victim, wouldn't you think he wouldn't want to treat anyone else the same way?

"Listen, don't speak a word of this to anyone. But, I think I've figured it out. The reason why they need Goku, I mean. The three of them… they…" 

"Hey!" A rough snarl startled the both of them, and they froze in place. Raditz had come back to the bathroom to check on them when he overheard their whispering, and shouted to put an end to it immediately. 

"What's going on in here? No talking. Launch, we're going. Hurry up." Raditz snapped, and Launch got to her feet quickly, obediently going to him as Chi-Chi covered herself in surprise, finding Raditz's eyes didn't linger on her chest very long, before looking away distastefully. He nudged Gohan forward from behind him with his boot, scoffing as the child whimpered from his touch as if he'd been harmed by the little nudge. 

"Attend to your brat. He's not the other slave women's responsibility, Chi-Chi." Raditz stressed with a measured voice, a low growl rumbling beneath it as he paused at the door. 

"Yes, Master Raditz." Chi-Chi responded, and nodded, holding her arms out for Gohan to run towards her. She hugged him to herself even though she was wet, and the boy struggled to get away. 

"Mom! You're all wet!" He chuckled, and she set him down, taking off the top layer of his gi. "Here. He can wear this now." Raditz grunted, and tossed a set of armour down that was brown and black like his, a pair of spandex underwear and boots the only other items he gave, much better than those hideous garments the child wore.

 "He will undergo training as a saiyan, and though a half-breed… he should dress as one of us." Raditz finished, and Chi-Chi nodded her compliance; though she disliked the idea of him being dressed like Raditz. Before she could answer, he turned around and closed the door behind him, seemingly in a hurry. Chi-Chi finished undressing Gohan and brought him in the tub with her, turning on the shower, and running warm water over her filthy body, attempting to quiet her questioning thoughts. She applied soap, and caressed her body clean, letting the water flatten her hair and paste it to her back as she knelt to begin washing Gohan's. 

"Hey mom, after my bath can we eat? I'm starving." He asked, both hands on his stomach while she scrubbed his head. 

"Yes, dear." 

"That man… the tall, hairy one, is he really daddy's brother?" Gohan asked meekly, his black eyes like saucers as he did. 

"Yes, Gohan. You should only refer to him as Uncle or Mister Raditz, and do whatever he says." She said with all seriousness, clutching him by the shoulders and staring into his eyes. 

"Ok." Gohan nodded, looking baleful. 

"But, he isn't very polite. He never asked you 'please'. " He added, and Chi-Chi shook her head, pushing Gohan's hair back to keep the soap out of his eyes. 

"You'll have to excuse your uncle's manners, he wasn't brought up to be a gentleman like you were." She said, then stood and began washing her own hair. Gohan sat on the floor, playing with his own tail as he pondered on all this. His mind went back to the look on his father's face before he disappeared, and he felt heat radiating up to his face, tears welling in his eyes. 

"Will we ever see daddy again?" He asked softly, and Chi-Chi lowered her head and swallowed thickly, her hand trembling as she clutched it to her chest, squeezing her eyes shut as she recalled his last words. 

" Fine then, you'll allow your older brother to claim her, the woman you love?" 

"Never. Chi-Chi won't let you, Raditz. I trust her." 

Goku trusts me, he believes that we can make it through this! I will try to avoid Raditz the best I can, I just hope… that you're ok, Goku…   She thought, then shook her head.

"Yes, Gohan. We'll see him again, I just know it. Your father is a strong man." Chi-Chi reassured, she needed not to dawdle much longer, she was not able to afford such luxury. Chi-Chi was able to form the smallest of smiles as Gohan began singing to himself, her heart swelling with joy now that she had her little boy. 

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A while later, they were directed back down to the dining room, Bulma displaying her new garments with a grimace. She had hoped for a princess dress to match Vegeta's princely attire, but instead, she was given slave garments, from what planet, she had no idea. She looked like something out of a silly space movie with a sparkling pink veil over her mouth and nose. Her wild azure hair was pulled back by an elaborately patterned red headband with hidden combs that kept any stray hairs back, her freshly dried curls flaring out of the back. The get-up almost reminded her of what she had to wear as a teen on one of their adventures, but instead of white, poofy pants, she wore a long, red loincloth. Adding to the slave chic look were strappy sandals, a pink bandeau top with tiny sleeves that exposed her shoulders, and gold thread at the edges that crushed her cleavage together.  Gold gauntlets adorned both wrists, and biceps. Replacing the cheap vinyl collar was something much more permanent, a gold choker encrusted with diamonds, and a retracting gold chain that attached to the handle presently in Vegeta's hand. It was flaunting, that she was sure of. 

Piccolo should have been more careful with his generosity, for if she knew any better she'd say Vegeta pulled on the garments with a dark grimace crossing his features, reminding her of his ire. And yet, he was simply princely with the way he offered his elbow for her to take, and led her down the long corridor lined with royal blue carpeting, and tall, ivory support beams with carven embellishments. 

A delightfully sweet scent made her stomach rumble suddenly, her hunger making itself evident where the hollow pit beneath her ribs was pitifully indented. She wanted to eat, but the sweet scents were almost pungent with the way they made her stomach clench, and throat constrict. Vegeta's strides drew quicker with purpose, and they came to the dining room where two green skinned guards framed the entrance. 

One of them stepped before Vegeta, his hands out. "Your sword, please. No weaponry at the dining table." He asked, and Vegeta loosed the katana from where it was kept underneath his tail, setting it on the guard's open palms. The sword was just a decorative play toy, he didn't need it, he just liked it, much like the slave woman beside him. 

"Welcome, take a seat." Piccolo said softly, and Bulma took a sharp intake of breath as she eyed two human women sitting beside Piccolo. She stared owlishly, thankful for the veil to cover up her mouth that was hanging open. She was hit with deja vu as she and Vegeta approached, and she got a closer look at the two women sitting at the dinner table. The dream that she had on her first night as a slave came back to her; the one where Vegeta took her on the cage floor, and she remembered where she'd seen these women. Sitting beside a very tall green man were Colonel Violet and Pilaf's henchman Mai, dressed nicely in girlish dresses. My princess dress! Bulma frowned, then was brought back to reality when Vegeta tugged on her chain, leading her to sit in the chair beside him, across from their host. 

A servant pulled their chairs out, a small,  impish looking little green creature that they hadn't even noticed was there before. It struggled a little with the heavy chairs, but managed. They sat, and Vegeta's chair was pushed in, but not Bulma's. She begrudgingly scooched her chair in, the legs making squeaky scrapes as they dragged on the waxy white floor. Bulma scooched in just enough so that her bust didn't crush up against the table when she realized the dinner had begun without her. 

She glanced around herself and saw a delicious looking spread, first noticing that a massive roast boar cooked until it was brown and crackling was the centerpiece of the dinner, with a juicy looking apple wedged in its snout and treats surrounding it that looked to be glazed. A tall block of cheese with holes in it large enough to stick her hand in sat proudly on the table on a cutting block. Bowls of colorful vegetables were ladled with dressing, and there was a large loaf of rich looking brown bread, plus a tall decanter of milk so opaque that it looked to be a glass of perfectly pure zinc white paint.

The lord at the forefront of the table seemed to notice her slack jawed gaze, and snickered into his clear goblet of water. She noticed that he had very little on his plate, a small smattering of vegetables, and the thinnest sliver of pork. Vegeta on the other hand, kept nodding to the servant as he piled meat on his platter. She turned her gaze to see Colonel Violet and Mai also eating, and returned her attention to Vegeta's plate. She shifted slightly and tugged on his chain, and he spared a glance at her for a moment to slide a bowl of salad her way. She frowned at the greenery, what she really wanted was the dairy products and bread, and a big juicy slice of meat, but she took the bowl gratefully and dished herself out a serving. 

They ate quietly for a time while Piccolo spoke, ignoring the sound of Vegeta's strong mandibles clicking as he ate without end, Bulma's eyes widening in embarrassment as she stirred around her salad, unbelieving in his sheer gluttony. 

"As I was saying… The spread before you was all grown, and produced in my kingdom. I took the animals off their milled grain diet and switched it to a cleaner variety of grass, and allowed them to forage for their own nutritional needs. The cheese and milk came from stock fed on this. The vegetables were grown on my farms tilled by my serfs taught in the way of horticulture, and it was all cooked by humans." He said, and Bulma's eyes brightened with hope as she listened to the man, a shy smile forming. Vegeta grunted, and continued to masticate a thick slab of boar meat ribboned with fat and gristle, tearing the meat off of the bone. Mai held her hand to her mouth and paled as she watched him eat; visibly disgusted, but attempting to conceal it. 

Bulma wanted so badly to tear the boar leg from his mouth, and bash him over the head with it for being so rude, but she couldn't. Vegeta truly had no manners, for being a prince, he sure wasn't acting like one at the moment and she realized that he was doing this on purpose. She furrowed her brows and reached for the items on the table she wanted now that no-one was paying her any mind, they were all attempting to conceal their disgust and morbidly fascinated by how much he could stuff in his mouth. How Vegeta maintains that trim little waist after eating like that, she had no idea. 

Bulma buttered her bread, sliced some swiss cheese, and filled her goblet with milk happily, finding it a bit easier to eat this time around. 

"Ahem." Piccolo cleared his throat, pushing his plate of wilted vegetables aside that he had barely touched. Vegeta sat back in his chair, and took a large cloth napkin and wiped his mouth and hands with it, then dropped it on his plate and crossed his arms. He had devoured nearly the entire boar until it was down to the carcass, leaving nothing but the head, hooves and curly tail. 

Vegeta took a knife and cleaned his teeth while the Namekian across from him was patiently waiting, his hands clasped before him as the tiny servants worked to clean the table. It turned out that the last four of his hatchlings were capable of mating, and quickly; making small critters that could only grunt and hiss, with red eyes, and large green heads with visibly ridged brains. Piccolo called them his Saibamen, and he planned to make many more of them. They may be small, but they were vicious little fighters, and even a saiyan would be overwhelmed when droves of them swarmed all over his body. 

Bulma gasped sharply and hid behind Vegeta when the servant hopped on the table to take her plate, where only the bread crust remained. They were switching the dinner dishes to dessert dishes, cooked by the humans in the kitchen.

Piccolo grinned smugly when the slave girl shivered behind her master, satisfied by her reaction that made the saiyan turn to him and scowl, looking at him from beneath his brow as his tail ticked against his hip. 

"I take it by your voracious eating, that you enjoyed your dinner, Prince Vegeta. I hope you don't mind my Saibamen servants, they were just born today." He said pleasantly, and Vegeta shrugged. He didn't care about the tiny grunts, he could squash them under one boot. 

"Hn." Vegeta only responded, looking away from the Lord, and towards the desserts being toted in. "..You certainly have done well for yourself, I have to say. My brethren have little concern for the quality of the land, and the crops produced from it. I'll be taking a few of your servants that know these methods."  Vegeta said coolly, his casual demand making the Lord nod his head. "Of course. That's only fair, after all. I've taken one of yours." He gestured with one hand to the woman beside him, and Vegeta gave Mai a passing glance, just barely showing that he recognized her. 

"...And?" He questioned flatly, Bulma narrowing her eyes at him. Piccolo's mouth moved but nothing came out for a moment as he considered his words to the saiyan. 

"Without permission." Piccolo growled, and Vegeta laughed, tossing back his head and chuckling heartily. Bulma's face reddened, she wished she could just slap him, she felt so embarrassed to be chained to him at that moment. 

"So..?" Vegeta finally said with a snort. 

"I'm sure that Lord Raditz and Nappa will be.. displeased that one of their slave women is missing ." Piccolo said slowly, collecting himself as a large white cake with strawberries was set on the table, along with bubbly pink Zinfandel wine with raspberries in it. Bulma would have been licking her lips and drooling deliriously for her favorite treats if only she weren't so furious. Vegeta acted as if a woman, a human being, being traded like livestock was no big deal. He should have been angry, offended, or something , but instead he was instructing a Saibamen to cut him a massive chunk of cake as Piccolo retorted back angrily, flabbergasted. 

"T-The human females are not your property. Her name is Mai, and I have liberated her from your...sex dungeon..." Piccolo growled, baring his jagged fangs, and Vegeta smirked at him in the same fashion, curving his lip up to one side to bare his own sharp canines. Bulma's eyes stung with tears as she glanced at Mai. She was surprised to see the girl smiling happily, looking down at the table. Her cheeks had been pinkened by the way Piccolo defended her position as more than just a piece of meat, only good for jabbing your fork in.

"I've been told by my advisor, Colonel Violet, that Agent Mai is a master with weapons. She is intelligent, capable, and worth her weight in gold. I will pay you back for her if you so wish." Piccolo sniffed, and looked down his nose at Vegeta. The Saiyan Prince glanced at the woman in question, and considered his options. To Bulma's amazement, he looked down at her for confirmation. 

"Is this true, is she indeed skilled with weapons?" He asked, having seen the women looking at each other multiple times in recognition. Bulma swallowed thickly, her throat bobbing against the gold choker.

"Yes… She is highly skilled with weapons and machinery. Mai is worth the money." She said softly, and saw Mai smile, tears trailing down her cheeks. She thanked Bulma silently with tear-filled eyes. Bulma nodded slightly. She hadn't been asked her exact worth in gold, or else she would have said Mai was priceless. Vegeta exhaled sharply and glared at her. Bulma met his gaze bravely, and he turned back quickly. 

"Fine, I'll take payment for her, then. There shall be no repercussions on your part for our miscalculation. Raditz shall be reprimanded." He said haltingly, a vein pulsing in his temple. He was gripping the fork in his hand so tightly it bent as his cake went untouched. Vegeta had been sorely mistaken. He had never thought that she was capable of anything besides servicing men. Bulma smirked as she was served a slice of cake. She speared a strawberry on the prongs of her fork, and licked the cream cheese frosting from it, then took a long, satisfying drink of her wine.

The table went quiet as Vegeta ate his cake, the others following. Bulma felt smug with an old phrase going through her mind; You can't eat your cake, and have it too.

A terrifying scream resonated throughout the basement dungeon as a whip cracked, dark purple blood dripping down onto the cement floor. 

"Tell us what your Master's true intention was sending you here!" Raditz demanded, rearing back the whip just to crack Piper with it again, Nappa standing off to the side, grinning. 

"Nothing! Only to release the girl!" Piper cried out, then screamed again as the whip lashed across his already raw back, the green scales slick with purple blood and oozing pink wounds. 

"Wrong! There has to be something! Is he planning to overthrow the saiyans?!" He shouted again, and Piper cried out in denial, he truly didn't know what else Piccolo wanted besides to stop the slavery against women. 

"No! P-Piccolo just wants you to stop taking more earth women! That's all he wants, that's all I know! Please, have mercy!" He screeched, tears running down his pain contorted face. Raditz looked at Nappa and the larger man shrugged. 

"Why does he care what we do with them? He agreed to join our cause." Raditz said, puzzled, and Nappa raised one brow. 

"You sure he doesn't just wanna steal them for himself?' He grumbled, and Raditz mused on this, crossing his arms. 

"Namekians aren't like us. I really don't know what his use for that woman would be." He said, and scratched at the back of his head. 

"I dunno. Maybe we should wait to finish him off once Vegeta gets back." Nappa said, and Raditz nodded. "Right." He made sure Piper was shackled to the table securely, then headed out of the room along with Nappa. Piper laid his cheek down on the cold steel and sobbed, his green hued tears leaking down his face. 

….

The women gathered together in the VIP room, attempting to distract little Gohan from the terrifying sounds in the basement as they all wondered about Mai's escape. Currently, the little boy was still sniffling as Panchy bounced him on her knee, and Marron and Ranfan were making silly faces to try and get him to laugh, Marron sticking her tongue out as she pulled down her eyelids.  "Bleeh!" Gohan flinched back from her and cried even louder as Ranfan huffed, looking at Marron with her hands on her hips. 

"What? I thought he would laugh!" She pouted, her large lilac eyes looking innocent. 

"Don't do it like that! Like this!" Ranfan said, and batted her eyelashes at Gohan prettily. 

"It's OK, little guy! See?" She gave him a big smile, and poked her fingers in her dimpled cheeks. "I'm happy!" She said, giving him a cheesy grin. Gohan stopped crying for a moment, his chin still trembling. 

Chi-Chi had left with Suno to go make dinner for the saiyans, leaving the three here in the room together. They hadn't known where Launch and Hasky had gone, their attention solely on soothing the little boy. 

"Oh, the poor little thing. Who knows what he's seen. I hope his father is doing alright." Panchy said, and smoothed out his black hair with both hands. Marron and Ranfan looked on with a sad gaze as Gohan rested his head on the older woman's chest, and started to doze off. Puar was sitting comfortably in the prongs of his giant pitchfork in his cat form, his tail hanging off and batting slowly back and forth. He was tasked with keeping an eye on the women, but simply couldn't keep his own eyes open. Once he heard the sound of Nappa coming up the stairs, his eyes popped open and he transformed into a large tiger again, not before poking himself in the butt with the pitchfork and sending himself bolting into the air, squealing. 

Nappa paused at the doorway and snorted, seeing the feline minion land, wincing as he rubbed his reddened behind. Perhaps they should get better security too, after all they'd lost one woman now. He just didn't know where they could find any other strong warriors on this planet that hadn't already been annihilated. 

"Alright Bunny, put that brat into a bed or something. I need a… uh, back rub before dinner." Nappa grumbled, and Panchy nodded, leaving with the boy while he left with the two remaining women trailing behind him. Puar looked on curiously, then followed after  obediently; hating to think how the big brute would treat little Gohan if not for the women being around.

Launch thought herself pretty clever as she led Hasky back to the bedroom she shared with Raditz. Hasky was a little nervous as she gripped her hand, perspiring a little as she glanced at the honey hued blonde beside her. Something had happened that neither of them had expected. They had shared stories about their pasts and had hit it off almost instantly. Hasky was a Master Thief, and Launch was a bandit. Already they had something huge in common. Adding to that, Launch was taken with the platinum blonde, and thought it was terrible what Hasky had gone through with Nappa. 

There was something fragile about Hasky that Launch found herself feeling suddenly protective of. Hasky was disgusted by Nappa and feared she would have to serve him soon. One-on-one was bad enough, but there was just something unsavory about what had happened. It seemed like Nappa was on some type of vile mission to impregnate the other women. Hasky couldn't imagine being intimate with him after he'd already been with so many women in one session, it just seemed…filthy. She was a little nervous, but Launch reassured her that she was safe with her and Raditz. Her master liked it rough, really. He never hurt her very badly besides with a spanking, or a slap across the cheek for disobeying his orders. It was never hard enough to cause bruising, simply a warning. Besides, Raditz enjoyed curling up with her afterwards and loving on her, kissing her from tip to toe all whilst purring like a big cat. Once satisfied, Raditz was harmless in her mind.

Women like Hasky, Launch and Chi-Chi were his preferred type because they weren't afraid to stand up and shout in his face, spit on him and inflict pain. This would be unacceptable in public, but in the bedroom Raditz enjoyed being demeaned, lashed and insulted by beautiful women before having his fill of them. He took pleasure in reaffirming who really was the Master, canceling out any of their claims. Launch was perfect in his mind because she was half submissive and half dominant, all he required to change his preference was for her to sneeze. 

"Launch, don't think I don't wanna be with you.. But, in here? Do you have a death wish or somethin'?" Hasky whispered, looking around the dark room, her eyes landing on the king sized leather bed, equipped with straps and handcuffs. 

"Hehe. Oh don't be chicken. Come on, I promise Raditz isn't gonna mind." Launch whispered, and opened the tall cabinet beside the bed boldly. Hasky gulped and her knees buckled slightly as Launch pulled out a long, clear object and slid it through her hands.

"You need to be ready. I'm gonna teach you." She said with a sultry smile, and set the double ended dildo on the bed. Hasky's eyes widened at the length and girth of the object, but her body wasn't complaining. Her heart was racing from just being alone in the room with Launch. 

"Don't go easy on me." Hasky said, stepping forward. Launch chucked, and placed her hand on her cheek. 

"I won't," She breathed, and leaned forward to kiss her. Hasky closed her eyes and let Launch direct the kiss, her body quivering. It wasn't because she was a virgin, or a prude,  but because of the other woman she felt like her body wanted to combust from just the softest touch. She didn't realize how badly she'd been craving this, until now. Hasky reciprocated the kiss hungrily, whimpering into it as Launch's hand sunk into her golden strands and tightened around the roots at the nape of her neck. She craned her neck back and moaned throatily as Launch peppered her neck with kisses, sinking her body between her hips. 

Hasky was almost afraid to touch her for fear she'd look too eager. She didn't want to seem desperate, but she needed this. Launch's kisses turned into nips, then sucking as she slowly undid Hasky's tiny purple vest that crushed her breasts together. She sighed in response, her breasts relaxing on her chest as the tight vest was tossed to the side. Hasky could feel her heartbeat pounding beneath the quivering flesh of her breast as Launch's emerald eyes landed on her body, then trailed back up to Hasky's own dark teal eyes. 

"Show me how bad you want me." Launch whispered huskily, leaning over her with both hands planted on either side of her head. Hasky nodded and waited for her next command, watching Launch straighten and begin removing her garments. Launch dropped her panties and crawled back onto the bed, hovering over Hasky's face. Hasky gulped but didn't hesitate to begin worshipping the pussy above her. She delicately spread her lips, and began licking with a tentative tongue. Launch groaned and reached down, her hand going inside Hasky's panties to begin stroking her clit. Hasky began to lick more passionately, her head rising off the bed to tilt so that she could properly tongue and kiss Launch's heated slit. It was becoming hotter with each stroke, the flavor more delightful. Hasky used her fingers to make passes over the slippery clit as her tongue dipped inside, and flexed against the throbbing walls it was surrounded with. 

Launch cried out and bucked against her face, stroking Hasky so fervently her hand was drenched with the other blonde's fluids. Both women were aroused by the wetness, the throbbing of their sexes as they played them like well learned instruments. Hasky lost her reservations when Launch began grinding on her face, panting and begging for her tongue to go deeper. Hasky did her absolute best to please her, flicking her tongue inside until she tasted and felt the hot streams of Launch's orgasm flooding her mouth just as she soaked her own panties where the other girl's hand was still rubbing. 

"Oh, Baby I want you," Launch panted, rolling over onto her back. 

"Fuck me," she said, her emerald eyes filled with lust. Hasky hesitated, then laid over her, and kissed her. Their legs entangled, and hips moved in tandem to find release against each other's sensitive flesh. Hasky remembered the object that she was to use on Launch, and smiled as she pulled it closer. First she wanted to feel her skin against hers, to show her just how wet she'd made her in turn. They found each other's warmth and began rutting against one another. The feeling of sensitive skin, against the same tender flesh was erotic and explosive. Soon they were pressed tight to one another, moving desperately towards climax. Hasky's wetness was mixing with Launch's and it was delightful. It felt amazing, so good. But it could be even better. She reached and stroked the dildo against Launch's leg, who eagerly responded. 

"Put it inside of me." She panted, spreading her legs. Hasky didn't hesitate at all this time, taking the phallic replica and pushing the clear bulb against the other woman's shiny entrance. It pushed in easily, Hasky licking her lips as the object stretched, and magnified her insides to her, turning the clearness pink. Launch gripped the other end and held it as Hasky slid herself onto it. She pushed it in a few inches and groaned. She wasn't sure how this entire thing would fit inside the both of them, but she was eager to try and find out. Launch moved her hips up and down to wet the artificial cock, bucking up towards Hasky as she did the same, looking up to her with a passionate gaze. 

"Ride my cock," Launch crooned, stroking her own clit as she gazed up at Hasky with  need. Hasky understood the command, and began bouncing on it until just a few inches were shared between the both of them. 

Hasky and Launch both cried out as they worked out a rhythm, both bucking their hips to make the inanimate member move inside of them, their folds grazing together and sharing their liquids. They were so lost in their own world, that they never even noticed the change in their surroundings. 

Raditz had come up to look for Launch, it was time for dinner and his pet was missing from her leash. Now he came in, and saw the two woman having sex and he couldn't take his eyes off of them for a solid five minutes. In that time he'd been stroking his erection, and holding back his grunts by biting his lower lip. Raditz swayed his tail side to side with how pleased he was. Two beautiful blonde's were fucking on his bed, one just as horny and desperate for a real cock as the other. Well, little did they know, he had just what they wanted. Hasky and Launch didn't stop moving until they both became weak, trembling with mutual orgasms. Raditz smirked as Hasky collapsed atop Launch, the clear object now invisible between them as it was sunken so deep in their bodies and covered with their creamy cum. 

Raditz was just a little bit angry that all this had been done without him. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a small black bottle, then poured the contents into his hand. Not even the sound of the drawer closing alerted them to who was in the room. Raditz stroked the liquid onto his rock hard cock, the skin moving delightfully with his hand as he rubbed the lubricant in. He was already highly sensitive, but the special black currant lube make his blood flow quicken and within seconds he felt his skin tingling, his organ hardening impossibly further as the rosy tip turned a flushed lavender hue; his arousal was that intense. 

Raditz came to the side of the bed, and dripped the rest of the oil down the two women, even though they were already slick with cum, two openings were already occupied so he had to make do with what was left. This was exactly how he would dole out their punishment. Hasky and and Launch felt the oil gliding down their backsides in their shared slumber, only making small moans of contentment, Launch hips moving. She made a soft sneeze in her sleep and transformed to have indigo hair. The little harlot was acting a whore for some… plastic penis with two ends, something that no man, not even a saiyan could replicate for them. That was it. Raditz surged forward and plunged himself deep into her ass. Launch screamed herself awake, Hasky screaming as well out of sheer surprise. Raditz grabbed both women and pulled them close, rutting up into the tight cavity of his pet, then pulling out quickly and driving himself straight into the platinum blonde's pretty little anus. Hasky cried out in agony, shocks going through her body as a new part of her was invaded, and her very insides rebelled against it. It didn't last long until it was inside her friend again, again and again, the two women cried out as Raditz laughed at their pain, which soon became their pleasure as they grew accustomed to his girth invading them. They moved with him, the double ended dildo inside making the fullness all the more tangible as their insides became more tight and sensitive, the feel of his jutting cock against the thin barrier between both orifices pressing against sensitive veins that had never been touched in such a way. 

"Raditz!" Launch cried out as he pumped against her until he was deep in her crevice, grunting at the delightful contractions her anus made around his base as he drove himself deep. "You slut, you dare you betray me. You're so vile, so low to masturbate yourself with this woman. Am I not enough? Do you want more?" He growled, ploughing her more aggressively. 

"More! Master Raditz, give me more! Fill all of us!" She cried out obediently, Hasky gasping as the dildo was yanked out of their warmth violently, ripped away with all the accumulated skene that had made the swelling in their lower abdomen suddenly give as the release gushed out. Raditz snickered and flipped Hasky off of Launch so that she was laying on her back, and could now see the man standing over her with a thick, dripping dildo in his hand, and an erection that though it had only one end, was thicker and equal or more to the length of one end of the object. Launch turned around and spread her legs, so Hasky did the same with a nervous gulp, her eyes wide as Raditz's dark onyx bore into hers. 

He made a half moon shape with the device and pushed it into both their backsides to fill the gaps that he could not fill. Once it was in both of them, he pulled the two women closer and hooked their legs over the opposite sides so that the dildo went as deep as possible. Now he stared at their two slick slits hungering for his length, and grinned. 

"I forgot to introduce myself. You shall call me, Master Raditz and nothing else. I see you two are already friends." He said, Hasky looking down as he seemed to be directing the conversation to her pussy, which he waved his dick in front of as if in greeting. She almost wanted to laugh but she was too busy anticipating how good it would feel inside of her. "It's… Nice to meet you, Master Raditz." Hasky said softly, and he looked up at her and grinned, then she felt a warmth pushing against her. "Good girl. Hasky." He grunted, then shoved forward and spread her lips around his thick length as it drove up into her belly all in one thrust. She cried out and Launch grabbed her hand, holding it. She squeezed her hand and then felt her body coming undone with each powerful lunge that her walls flexed around, the tightness of having him inside her wetness now, and the dildo still trapped in her cavity was fantastic. She reached over to feel Launch's clit and was surprised to feel his large fingers already there, two filling the empty space. 

Hasky and Launch both moaned to the heavens as he completed, and approved of their union with his joining. 

Not long after, both were leaking with his cum as he took turns fucking their whorish holes, pumping them full to impress his dominate role on both women, as he would repeatedly, until their desire, and his claim on them was sated entirely.

One minute Bulma was sipping wine at the table, and now here she was in the sitting room with the other dinner guests. She looked around herself curiously, finding herself lounging in a chaise, Lord Piccolo and his two female cohorts sitting beside him, and Vegeta sitting by his lonesome in an armchair right beside her. 

He took a slow sip of the dark brown liquid in his glass, his dark eyes landing on hers for just a moment. 

"Are you positive that's what you want?" The green Lord asked, leaning forward in his chair with an incredulous look on his face. Both Mai and Violet looked surprised, then visibly pleased as they smiled at each other. 

"Would I have said it if I didn't want it? Yes. You may keep your stuffy castle, with all its amenities and frilly flower gardens. Think of this not as a peace treaty, but as my second-hand bestowment." Vegeta sneered, a scowl on his face. Lord Piccolo sat back, his brows furrowed in confusion.

"What is the meaning of this? Am I then king?" He questioned sharply, one hand clenching his robes. 

"King, Lord, President, whatever you would like to call it. It's not my concern how you deem to title yourself. I am The Prince of All Saiyans, and you may have your Namekians and.. human slaves." 

"I don't understand." Piccolo said in awe, Mai and Violet clutching him by the shoulders and looking on in wonder. 

"There is a greater enemy than humanity to vanquish. These streets, they race with their vehicular traps. The humans are an infestation that hides in every nook, every cranny, but still I prefer them to what you can find in space. I'm not sure what my comrades have told you. But whatever they have, take it seriously. Lay your eggs, grow your city how you please. There's much more at stake than just the sanity of a few women here. Men would cower, soil themselves in fear, Saiyans would tuck their tails between their hides if what I spoke of here left this room today." Vegeta said seriously, leaning forward. He looked ever the Prince in his royal garments, but more so in his speech, and the eloquent movements of his expressive hands. 

"I have been informed of The Enemy by Lord Raditz, your Highness. What would you have me do? I can assist with my strength as well." Piccolo growled, the veins pulsing beneath the green skin of his forearms indicating that his blood was growing heated from talk of The Enemy. Vegeta stood up quickly, and began taking brisk strides back and forth across the red carpet, his white boots with gold tips crushing the piling beneath with a soft squeak of leather. 

"Fight. Train, strengthen yourself and your men. Pit yourselves against one another until near death. Kill anything outside this kingdom that moves aggressively towards you. Outsiders cannot be trusted. Insiders cannot be trusted. Always keep vigilant. He will have spies at every corner, but we will be watching." Vegeta growled through grit teeth, Piccolo nodding. 

"Understood. And what of you? What shall the saiyans do? How will you erect battlements?" He questioned, tenting his clawed fingers together. Vegeta stopped his aggressive pacing all at once, then tossed his head back and laughed. The deep octaves grew to cackles as he held his heaving stomach tight. Bulma furrowed her brow and crossed her legs, still sipping on her pink Zinny with strawberries. 

Vegeta finally settled down, wiping a single tear from the corner of his eye, then looking at the tiny bead of moisture on his glove as if in deep contemplation. 

"Battlements will not make a difference. But we'll build them anyway. We'll rebuild. That's what we'll do." He muttered softly, then flicked the tear off his finger. Piccolo nodded silently. 

"...Enjoy the accommodations as long as you would like. I shall retire for the night." He said, and stood up. Mai and Violet followed quickly, bowing to Vegeta obediently as he turned to eye them. He nodded once. The large Namekian and his two small female companions made their way out of the sitting room, both holding around his biceps and staring up at him as if in awe. 

"Stop crowding me." He grumbled, and shrugged them off once they were far away enough. The two women giggled, finding their Lord's embarrassment amusing.

Vegeta smirked, then turned to see Bulma doing the same, her large blue eyes impossibly filled with curiosity. 

Vegeta took the drink out of her hand and sniffed it. He frowned and dumped it in a nearby potted plant. Bulma opened her mouth to object, then stopped herself. She probably had already drank too much, so he was doing her a favor by dumping it. Her mind was racing with all she had heard of this enemy threat. Who is 'The Enemy'? Why did Vegeta relinquish his castle to Piccolo? Why do they have to train so hard? How can they build battlements with no castle-- 

"Girl." Vegeta said, then watched how her lively eyes seemed to flicker with the thoughts from within. She put her hand to her chin and began to gnaw on her nails anxiously as she battled the storms raging within her head. 

"Bulma ." He said darkly and with seriousness, the way he spoke her name in his foreign accent causing butterflies to tickle in her stomach. BUTTERFLIES!? Bulma scolded herself, appalled that her body chose this man to feel girlish before. He was a murderer, a cruel slave master! But, he was also a prince. Watching how he delegated with Piccolo had lit sparks within her mind. Vegeta was an intelligent, capable man. If this were another world that wasn't decimated by aliens then perhaps he would be the type of man she would admire from afar, but never pursue for the sake of their clashing personalities. They would never get along for long, before biting at another's throat. That thought alone caused inappropriate visions to flood her mind, of him biting her with those sharp canines she noticed all the saiyans had. They were primitive savages but Vegeta spoke like ever the pinnacle of eloquence. He did not eat with proper etiquette as shown in the dining room before, but he always carried himself as a Prince. 

"I've called your name once, I'll not sour my mouth with it again." He growled, and pulled her up roughly by her chain. Bulma got to her knees on the couch and glared up at him as he held the golden leash. She let out a sigh, which made him crinkle his nose. 

"You've had far too many drinks, vile woman." He sneered, then offered his hand to her to take. Bulma smirked. In one hand he held a leash, the other he offered her assistance like the Prince he was. It was up to her to choose which path she would take. She took his hand tightly and smiled. Vegeta pulled her up, and she stumbled into his side, giggling. She covered her mouth with one hand to stifle the giggles. Bulma didn't know why it was so amusing to watch him struggle to keep her upright. She fell into him again, this time landing one hand on his stomach, and the other on his back. Bulma had an evil idea, and grasped for his tail. She was quickly proven just how bad of an idea that had been after her hand just barely grazed the soft fur. She found her world upside down suddenly, and landed on the carpet. Vegeta was upon her immediately, his dark eyes blazing. She could only squeak in response timidly as he rumbled deeply in his chest at her, a warning. 

Vegeta pinned her to the ground by her wrists and weighed her body down with his own, his tail lashing as he revelled in her submissive state. Her eyes were filled with fear, her cheeks flushing a pretty rose shade. 

"Do not ever touch there again… Would you allow me to grasp a hold of your spine and squeeze it?" He asked dangerously, and Bulma shook her head in refusal quickly. 

"Never! I'm sorry… Prince Vegeta. I won't do it again." She said meekly, biting her lip. She said that, but she knew she'd get the chance once again. She lied to sedate him. 

"Good. I'm thinking about how I can punish you now… would you like that?" He purred, moving his body over hers in a suggestive motion. Bulma felt her body almost melting from his heat. Yess… What am I thinking?!

"No… please don't hurt me." She said softly, and he sighed, pushing off her and onto his hands. 

"Remember that, then. You know I'll do it. If you misbehave, I won't listen to your pleas for mercy any longer." He growled, then took her over his shoulder roughly. Bulma was face down over his red cloak, her throat constricting as she fought back both her tears, and her urge to release the contents of her stomach. She watched as he glided up the stairs, trying to calm her heaving stomach. She had behaved today, or so she thought. She ate all her dinner, and didn't speak a word during the meeting unless she was asked to do so. Bulma was as perfectly docile and submissive as can be. It took all she had in her to do it, but she had done it for today. At least, she would let him think so. 

The door slammed and they were back inside their suite. He tossed her on the bed and stared down at her. 

"Undress completely." He said, then unlatched her from his wrist and turned away, strolling into the bathroom with a proud gait. Bulma had gasped so hard when he spoke his command that there was an audible sound, her eyes fish-like as she stared at his back in shock. Was tonight the night he would use her body? She shuddered. Bulma began to undress, numbing those thoughts as she removed each sparkling, delicate garment, including her red thong panties and her garter stockings. She looked at the garter and gasped. A steak knife was tucked under the band. She covered it with her hand and her heart raced as he opened the door to the bathroom again. Bulma turned and saw that he was nude as well. She tore her eyes away quickly, not wishing for his ego to grow any larger than it was already. She also didn't want him to think she desired him by staring too long at his sculpted, perfect body, then examining what was behind his belt. She heard the sound of water trickling, and turned her face at last. 

Vegeta was pouring a pitcher of water straight on the floor it seemed. She gave his back a dirty look, then saw what he was actually doing. There was a metallic sound followed by the trickle of water, which when she saw the source it originated from, her nose crinkled in distaste. 

"Come here, pet." He said, and Bulma found herself making a small growl in her throat at him, taking on the habit he had to express her feelings on the matter. Vegeta chucked softly, then turned to face her. His smile was genuine, but the dark cast of his eyes was deadly in the low light of the room, only lit by candles. 

"Now." He said sternly, and she made her way off the bed, deftly hiding the steak knife under the blankets. 

"Crawl on all fours." He commanded, crossing his arms. She was about to growl at him again, but then she stopped herself. She was not his pet, or this animal he wished her to be that was content with being dragged along on a lead. 

"The longer you make me wait, the longer your punishment will be." He teased, and that's when he saw the object in his hand. It was a long, black stalk with a tiny triangular part on the end. She wasn't quite sure what it was, but she was wary of the way he tapped it on his other hand threateningly. Bulma bit back her pride and her knees hit the floor. She was embarrassed by how her breasts swung side to side as she crawled slowly on all fours, her ass up in the air, and eyes to the floor to keep from having to look up at his smug grin.  

She crawled until she was at his side, and waited, seeing the small metal commode on the floor filled with water. Her vision was still swimming, but she managed to hold back her gorge as she waited for his next command.

"You let yourself become shamefully inebriated at dinner tonight, and ate nothing but fattening cake and cheese. I gave you salad but you pushed it aside so that you could indulge yourself. You're acting like a spoiled princess." He stated sharply, with a perfunctory snap on her bare bottom. She cried out with surprise, then felt his hand caress where he had hit. 

"I'm sorry!" She cried, looking up at him with a pleading gaze. 

"I bet you wished you had a princess dress like those other women, didn't you?" He purred, and Bulma nodded her head, blinking back tears. Snap! He hit her with the riding crop. Vegeta was very pleased to find this included in the 'amenities'. He wasn't sure if it was a joke, or a peace offering on Piccolo's part, but Vegeta was very pleased that he'd been given toys to use on his pet. 

"Didn't you?" He repeated, hitting her again. 

"Yee-es!" Bulma moaned, then broke off as he stroked the reddened area on her pale cheek. "Good. Now drink. You need to, and this is your only option." Vegeta said, nudging her towards the bowl on the floor. She felt her leash click as he pulled the retracting handle and gulped as the cool metal collar was pulled up. "Drink or get whipped, woman." He said flatly, and she gazed up at him once again. Vegeta's face was hard to see in the soft candlelight, but he was still smiling at her, a candelabra in one hand. Her eyes widened and she lowered her face. Bulma examined the steel chamber pot before her. It looked relatively clean, but for a few black specks on the bottom that she hoped were just chips in the metal. She couldn't be sure, and it made her guts turn. 

Then, she felt heat scald her backside and her body jolted. Vegeta had taken a candle, and allowed it to drip wax onto her lower back. The pain only lasted a second, like the whip, but it was startling. She looked up at him with a pleading gaze once more, and found her legs quivering beneath her as she stared up the path of his thickly muscled thighs, to his groin, where his heavy jewels hung in a thick patch of black hair. Her eyes darted quickly away to the ripples of his abdomen, and the thick slabs of his pectorals that suddenly twitched as he moved the candle again as a warning. 

Bulma looked down at the water and used her lips to suck up the cool water. 

"I want to hear you lap it up like a dog." He growled, and she trembled from his command, squeezing her thighs together. Bulma squeezed her eyes shut, and stuck her tongue out to lick the water. There was a small splash, which she felt another large drop of wax hit her back for in return. She gulped down the cool water in confusion.

Then she realized what he wanted, and sighed. Bulma licked the water again, the cool moisture sliding off her tongue as she attempted to take it in sloppily like a canine, but found she couldn't. She sighed with frustration, then looked up at him in defeat. 

"I can't. I don't have a big enough tongue." She pouted, feeling her excuse was silly. 

"Show me your tongue." He said in a gravelly voice, and Bulma shuddered, then let her tongue out of her lips coyly. He didn't respond so she showed him more, stretching it out as far as it would go. She was surprised to hear a purr from his chest. 

"Good pet." He said, then picked up the bowl and offered it to her. Bulma cringed, but she would take her reward rather than her punishment. 

"Keep that tongue out for me." He whispered, and she did, looking up at him from on her knees in this provocative position. Tongue out, breasts with hardened tips as her knees buckled on the cool floor. Vegeta set the candle back into the candelabra, then tilted the bowl towards her. She closed her eyes and let him pour the water down her throat, keeping her breathing as even as possible. She gagged, coughing up water. 

"Breath through your nose." He growled, and she nodded. Bulma stuck her tongue out again. She knew exactly what he was doing... this wasn't all about her being punished for drinking water wrong. She felt like perhaps he knew what he was preparing her for. Her gut feeling tight as it was already, she felt the water cascade down again and did her best to swallow it. After she'd gulped four or five times he let up on the stream. There was still a little water left but he set the bowl aside and pushed on her head to make her get back down on her knees. Bulma's stomach felt heavy and her bladder tight as she did. 

She prepared herself for what was about to happen next, squeezing her eyes closed. She waited for the feeling of candle wax dripping down her back again, or maybe the crop once again. It was a long time she perched there before glancing through strands of her hair carefully, only to see Vegeta standing there, staring at the whip in his hand, then at her back. She frowned upon seeing a haunted look on his face, his hands just slightly quivering. She wasn't sure what to say. ' Aren't you going to punish me?' seemed too much like she wanted it, and asking him what was wrong seemed more sympathetic than she knew he would approve of. 

"Prince Vegeta..?" She said softly, and turned slowly around to sit by his feet. She had done as he asked, wasn't this what he wanted? 

"It's time for bed." He remarked softly, letting the crop fall out of his hand. She looked up at him coyly as he blew out the candles and pulled the sheets back. Bulma swallowed thickly; not sure if he wanted to chain her to the bedposts again tonight. She hoped not. The last time she woke with terrible muscle aches and had horrible nightmares. 

"Your place is here with me, not on the floor." He murmured, slight irritation creeping into his voice. Bulma stood and brushed the dust off her reddened knees, then crawled to the other side. She laid facing away from him, staring at the wall a few moments before feeling a heavy arm fall over her hip and pull her closer. As he pulled her into his warmth, Bulma let out a shaky sigh. It was a small comfort that she felt she should not be enjoying. 

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The dawn sun kissed her pale legs which stretched out languidly, like a cat enjoying an afternoon nap. Bulma nuzzled back into the warm body; not awake enough to remember her location, or who exactly the large hand resting on her hip belonged to. Not only that, but the long, brown tail that wrapped around his and her legs, then coiled about her thigh securely. Vegeta observed Bulma closely as she slept; he watched the flutter of her lashes, how her eyes would move as she dreamed and listened to the soft utterances she made through sleep puffy lips. 

It was hard to believe such a naïve, innocent looking girl could be quite so cunning. Vegeta clenched his fist around the traitorous object he'd found tucked in between the sheets. The blade of the knife she'd snuck underneath her garter band at dinner flashed with a golden streak of light as he dragged it down the side of her hip gently. He allowed the smooth edge to graze along every curve, every divot, every tiny imperfection of her flesh. Vegeta knew by now that Bulma had to have hidden the knife there herself sometime last night. 

He trailed it down her naked skin until reaching mid thigh where the tip of his tail was twitching, then began his game again, except this time taking a different route. Vegeta propped himself on his elbow and smirked as he traced the conical shape of her delicate breast, where at the base it seemed to be the most plush. He traced the knife there down the slope, then curving around the swell, a pink line showing on her fragile skin as result. Bulma muttered something incomprehensible and shuddered as he touched the spot just above her heart and pressed the flat of the blade there. Vegeta had seen enough butterflied bodies to know where the most sensitive organs lie. He hadn't been formally taught anatomy but he had the opportunity to study it while slaying hundreds upon thousands of civilians. 

 "So….you want to cut me?" He said slowly, and pulled her close abruptly enough to wake her. Bulma gasped awake and immediately began to assess her position with wide eyes. 

"You intend to hurt me?" Vegeta growled over her shoulder, then moved the knife so that it touched the hollow at the center of her collar bone. Bulma swallowed and considered his words, and the cool tip of the blade just barely poking her. She wasn't sure what the correct answer was, she knew that when she impulsively grabbed the knife that she probably couldn't bring herself to actually use it on him. She would try, and probably die. It more or less made her feel as if at least she tried, and had thought about how she could escape to make her feel better about her own subjugation. 

"No," She whispered raspily, then licked her lips anxiously. 

"Then why did you steal from our host's table..? Do you have a penchant for theft?" He questioned as if amused, a laughing quality hidden somewhere in his inflection. 

"No, Master… I.. I wish to protect myself." She answered quickly, gulping. Bulma dared a look over her shoulder then flinched as he jerked his arm around her neck and held the knife dangerously close to her carotid artery. 

"Lies! Scheming wench! Admit it, you wish that you had me in your place. You agree then, that I should be erased." He spat, his hand tensing with each word until Bulma was flinching from them alone. Her gaze fell to the strong arm around her throat, then the legs hooked around hers so she couldn't escape. She was so tight in his grip, his body fitted snugly to hers as shudders of intense fear radiated through her nervous system while small, misdirected sparks shot down to her groin. Bulma's chest rose and her breathing grew more shallow as he continued to hold her tight. 

"I'm not lying… I wouldn't know how to get through that thick skin of yours.. even if I tried." She whispered hoarsely; the double meaning within her sentence was intentional. Vegeta clicked his teeth in  agitation and seemed to grow impossibly still until all she felt was the thrumming of his hot blood racing beneath his skin. 

"My skin is not thin. You're correct. Unlike yours..." He remarked with a sly grin, and moved so that she landed on her back, him perched atop her, his tail hunched up and twitching at the end, agitated. 

Bulma held her breath and counted what small blessings she had remaining as he positioned the knife over her throat. 

She took a shallow breath so as to not make the knife slice her as he held the tip firmly above her carotid, pinning her down by her throat. She had to be careful what she said if she wanted to get out of this alive.  Who wanted to 'erase' him? Why would he even say something like that? She wondered, the curiosity and pity that came along with the thought showing in her expressive eyes. Vegeta clenched his hand tighter, but he was unable to make the shift in his grip that would cut off her airway completely. 

Why does she stare at me like that? He pondered as his hand lost its tightness, yet remained there as he leaned slowly closer to match her stare. I'll be the last thing she sees. He thought to himself, but his body could not follow the commands his head was trying to give. Bulma's large, sky blue eyes were darkened, her pupils expanded as she made little gasps and squirmed beneath him. Vegeta was doing nothing but looking back at her, and in his eyes she could find nothing but black, sheer darkness. No emotion lied in those shadowy depths, not that she could see. 

"I could…do it for you if you would like me to." She whispered, and Vegeta's brows perked up; his interest about what exactly she could do for him was clear on his face. She cleared her throat, looking away for a second as she continued. 

"I can say whatever it is you need to get through the day… What do you want me to say, Prince Vegeta?" She said, and faked a small smile. 

It's a small price to pay, but I'll do it if it means he won't be angry with me. Vegeta released her throat and set the knife on the side of the bed as he wondered about this proposal she'd made. 

"What do I want you to say…?" He questioned more to himself than her, then sat back on the bed, his hands going to the sides of his head, rubbing his temples. Bulma didn't move to join him, instead sitting up slightly against the headrest. 

"I want you to be quiet. For now." He sneered, just as there was a knock on the door. Vegeta had heard the rolling cart, and was eager to eat his breakfast instead of playing mind games with the slave girl. He had to think more about her tempting proposal, and what words he could put in her mouth the next time he was so inclined. 

"Come in." He said, and the kitchen servant came in promptly to present them with breakfast. A large silver cloche concealed the contents of their morning meal, alongside a tall pitcher of water and one with bright orange liquid. A loaf of bread and some utensils sat off to the side which the servant picked up as if to begin slicing the bread for them. 

"Leave it." He demanded, and the servant dropped the silverware immediately, eyes wide with fear. They began to slowly back away, then scampered out, closing the door behind them. Vegeta chuckled to himself as Bulma looked on angrily; gripping the sheet covering her chest. Her cheeks were flushed pink by her embarrassment that he'd just allow the servant in while they were both undressed and still laying in bed together as if they'd actually had sex last night. Instead, she'd been covered in hot candle wax, prodded on her still stinging ass, and force fed water by him. The only thing she could thank him for was that her head wasn't aching and her stomach not turning even as she smelled the delightful aromas coming from beneath the cloche. Vegeta stood and lifted the lid, then set the platter on the bed between them. 

"I suppose they assume we're going to share everything, isn't that quaint?" He mused, pouring two glasses of juice. Bulma looked down at the platter before her and her stomach growled against her will. A delightful spread of fruit, yogurt, and jams was before her, along with hard boiled eggs on small pedestals, tiny forks piercing the white flesh. A coil of sausage and a smattering of browned hash with fried eggs at the center made her mouth water. 

"Take your fill. We leave within the hour." He said, and sat down across from her. Bulma nodded and reached for a sprig of grapes as he broke off a sausage link and bit off half of it. Tears threatened to burst out of her eyes as she reflected that though they were in the honeymoon suite, dining on a breakfast for two, he wasn't her chosen man. He wasn't her husband, he wasn't Yamcha, and he was the opposite of sweet. And yet, here she was, cursed to kiss his feet.

She still couldn't believe her luck when she woke the next morning, head to toe in a light pink nightgown with ruffled edges, a soft pillow beneath her head, and a thick, soft blanket with no tiny holes or tears. Mai tiptoed down the stairs barefoot, still wearing her nightgown as she glanced around the large castle that was now her home. 

She had gone to bed the previous night with Violet by her side, holding her hand. Violet didn't have to understand why Mai was afraid to lie in bed with a saiyan somewhere in the castle, she understood perfectly well why she would be afraid and reassured her they were safe. To make her feel more comfortable they both kept a rifle at the side of the bed, and a gun which was currently strapped to her thigh underneath her cotton dress. 

Now, she was looking for her favorite morning treat, coffee. She made her way back to the dining room they ate in the night before and spotted Sir Piccolo and Violet sitting down at the table together. Violet had a large platter of breakfast foods before her, from which she was attempting to tempt the Namekian into sampling. Piccolo looked annoyed, but also slightly curious as Mai snickered at his reaction to a banana being peeled open. His nose crinkled and he showed his teeth, backing away. His reaction made her think of a cat or a little child sticking their nose up at something they'd never even tried. 

"Oh, come on. It's not that bad! See?" Violet said, then popped it into her mouth before biting off a piece. 

"My alien physicality does not suggest that I ingest any more earth cuisine...Nor do I require it." Piccolo said, his cheeks turning lilac as he looked away stubbornly. He admitted he had tried a few small bites of things here and there just out of curiosity, and he didn't totally dislike the flavor, though the textures felt odd on his tongue. Piccolo was secretly worried eating sugary and fatty foods would make him weak and slow, like some of the earthlings he'd seen. He did have canine-like teeth, though so that seemed to suggest they were perhaps intended for him to eat meat; even though the idea mildly disturbed him. 

"I understand, Sir, but there is such a thing as eating to enjoy the flavor! If you'd just try it, you might like it!" Violet huffed, crossing her arms. 

Mai approached the table, holding a teddy bear in one hand and dragging a blue blanket behind her. The timid expression on her bare face, devoid of her typical red makeup made them both take notice and straighten in their chairs. 

"Mai. How was your rest?" Piccolo asked, and nodded to a guard so they would pull out her chair. 

She smiled shyly and took the chair she was offered, sitting down with her blanket and bear in her lap. Piccolo didn't know what it was about a grown woman carrying a teddy bear that was so endearing but nevertheless, he did find it intriguing. 

"Good morning, Sir Piccolo… It was much better than before. I haven't slept like that in a long time. Thank you." She said softly, hugging the bear. He watched her and nodded, beckoning a Saibamen over towards them to fetch Mai something to eat. The scaly little creature hopped up on the table, ambling towards Mai.

"Get away!" Mai screamed, nearly jumping out of her skin. The Saibamen seemed confused as she regained her wits and drew her rifle, aiming it at the little alien. 

"Get back, or else I'll shoot!" Mai threatened as she cocked the gun, but before she could shoot Piccolo had stood and knocked the Saibamen away, who was now jabbering incoherently in anger. 

"Mai, there's no need to shoot!" Violet called from across the table, even though her own gun was also aimed at the Saibamen. Both women were dressed like ladies, but clearly did not possess the demure attitude that came along with frilly princess dresses. Instead they brandished weapons, something that had the guards cackling as one of them snatched up the little gremlin with little to no effort, the Saibamen squirming around and expressing it's discontent loudly. 

"I'll kill it!" Mai threatened, and Piccolo growled with his disapproval. 

"That's enough!" He shouted, standing up. Before he could assess the situation, Mai had burst into tears. Violet hurried over to Mai and embraced her, holding her tight. Piccolo looked away; clenching his fist hard in frustration. Now he had two women to look after, two humans with emotions that at times he didn't understand. What was he supposed to do with them? The pitiful sobs went on, and on as Violet hushed her. Piccolo silently instructed the guards to wait beyond the doors of the dining room until he told them they could return. He turned back and picked up one of the objects off the tray; an oblong, nearly translucent green bead of fruit. A 'Grape.'  He squeezed it slightly between two fingers, then carefully inserted it in his mouth and bit down on it to release the sweet, almost tangy juice inside. His eyes widened as a world of flavor burst in his mouth, something the taste of water had never caused. Somehow this quieted the noise around him and he realized he had gained the attention of both women with his action. 

Piccolo rested his palm flat on the table and leaned closer to the both of them, enclosing both in his large form so that they could listen to the next words from him, spoken in a low baritone heavy with its own gravity. 

"In this castle, there is a degree of decency I expect from my advisor and my weapons master… Colonel Violet. The Saibamen will not harm you Agent Mai, and if they ever do, I will personally eliminate them. Understand?" Piccolo said, placing his other arm on the back of the chair by her shoulder. He saw how her shoulder trembled and on second thought, he moved his hand to rest there and squeezed to stop the shaking. 

Both women nodded and turned in towards him, Mai's pale cheeks pinkening in reaction.

"I understand, Sir Piccolo. You can just call me Mai… If you want." She said softly, then looked up at him with her sky blue eyes ringed with tear dappled lashes. 

Piccolo backed away two steps and snapped his fingers to allow the guards to come back in, then rang a bell on the table to call for the human cook; who could better tend to the hungry women. 

The dusty air was now rich with the earthy scent of freshly chopped wood, as Tien pulled out the handle of an axe, which had been sticking out of the cutting block he'd been using. Yamcha was nearby picking up the split wood and stacking it by the kettle where they often cooked their meals. The afternoon had come and went, hours spent working the fields in rotation with building their new home. Tien sat on the block and let the axe fall to the ground as Yamcha bent down to gather more wood, Tien's gaze following him as he placed the remaining pieces on the stack. Yamcha sighed and looked at the beginnings of a building standing before them, a skeleton of wood that the others were still inside, lifting up the planks of wood that would be the ceiling. Samuel Caine had been a great help, they had even made a few trips back to his ranch to gather some tools and building supplies that he was more than fine with parting with. The man was so generous, in fact, that his own house was beginning to look like a skeleton itself. It seemed like he cared very little for his own material gain, and instead cared solely for theirs. 

Yamcha turned back and crossed his arms, making a low snort of disdain. Tien eyed him from his third eye and watched the way his companion's attention turned towards him. The both of them had been more observers than participants, seeing how the newly healed Goku took lead of the operation with Krillin, Chiaotzu and the help of Samuel and his draft horse, Pepper. By the end of the day they were certain that they'd be sleeping on goose down pillows plucked straight from the golden goose where Samuel had found his 'magic beans'. 

"Don't you think that this is all a bit… odd?" Yamcha finally said, Tien turning to look at him. The two of them stood behind the woodpile and turned their backs on the construction. 

"I thought we already concluded that. Yes, it's as if Samuel has no ties to this place. So why would he be so generous with us, people he barely knows?" 

"Well, like he says, any concern of the earth is his responsibility. Awfully odd thing to say." Yamcha huffed, sitting down on his haunches and wrapping his arms around his knees. Tien got down on one knee beside him, and agreed. Unless Samuel Caine was a Buddhist, which he wasn't to Tien's knowledge; it was odd. 

"Let's not look a gift horse in the mouth." Tien said, and Yamcha laughed, thinking of the dumb, wide-eyed expression on Pepper's face. Tien joined him and for a while they chuckled until Yamcha slumped his head and his chuckle became thick and choked back. 

"Why are we laughing? I shouldn't be allowed to laugh. I miss Bulma…I miss… Everything . All those things I took for granted before, now they're gone. I'm not strong enough to get her back, if she even wants me back…" He said bitterly, Tien agreeing whole-heartedly with his sentiments. Seeing Launch like that, in total submission to Raditz made him feel nauseated. He hadn't actually committed to the idea of returning Launch's affections, but if he ever planned to, it was too late now. She was entirely taken, maybe even smitten by Raditz.

Tien placed his arm around Yamcha's shoulders and turned to look at him, showing him with his solemn expression that he felt his pain. Yamcha sniffled as he looked up at Tien, and then felt the floodgates of his anger and pain release with the support of Tien, encouraging him. The former monk was a bit startled when Yamcha dove into his arms and clung around him, his grip so strong as he shook with grief that Tien had the wind almost knocked out of him. He sat motionless for a long moment, before releasing the breath he was holding and returning the embrace, stroking Yamcha's thick black locks with one hand. 

"It's ok… You can cry. That's all we can really… honestly do…" Tien said softly, and closed his eyes; reminiscing about how once upon a time, he and this man were sworn enemies, but now they were friends. Close friends. 

She shuddered as his rough, calloused hand gently brushed her hair aside, and slipped around the back of her neck to collar her. Hasky took a shallow breath and looked up at Raditz as pulled it taut, then buckled it securely. He could feel her pulse thrumming beneath his finger, and smirked wryly, lifting her chin up to look down into her dark teal eyes. 

"What is my name?" He said in a soft snarl, and Hasky swallowed thickly against the collar. 

"R- Master Raditz.." She breathed, then darted her eyes away to look at Launch for confirmation. The blue haired girl smiled at her and nodded. 

"Correct. I should give you a treat." He sneered, then latched the hook to the O ring dangling over the hollow of her throat. 

Hasky blinked, waiting to see what the said treat would be. He leaned down and petted her hair back, then kissed her gently on the mouth. Hasky blushed as he did, then turned her cheek away as Raditz pulled the leash through his hand and held it taut. 

"Alright. It's time I checked on my other pet. This one isn't quite as cute as you." He spat, and led the two out of the bedroom where they had spent the previous night learning the saiyan's every desire, and performing his every demand. Hasky glanced to Launch and saw how she stumbled a bit in her heels and frowned; feeling her own legs were just as wobbly and weak. She couldn't tell how tired Launch was, due to how she always kept a blissful smile on her face. Hasky took note of this, and did the same.  

Raditz entered the room where the bald saiyan was standing with his hands on his hips, watching Marron crawl around on the floor, looking around herself curiously. 

Raditz raised one brow and perused the room, seeing the purple haired girl, Ranfan lifting up the lid of a chest and bending over to look inside. Raditz observed how Nappa became distracted with the girl's curvy bottom and thought to smack him if he could. Nappa was an idiot, the only thing giving him higher rank was his power level. If it weren't for that one saving grace, Raditz would have blasted the stupid grin off his face long ago. 

"Nappa, what's going on here? Where is that mutant we were holding captive?" He snapped, and Nappa was startled out of his distraction. 

 "Uhh.. That's what I was gonna ask you?" He responded and scratched his bald head. Raditz rolled his eyes and scanned the room for something green and scaly. How hard could it be to find one smelly mutant? Not seeing any evidence of Piper, Raditz resorted to examining the steel table they'd left him shackled to last. He walked past Nappa and picked up one of the shackles, seeing something strange hanging off of it. He peeled off the white fleshy substance and frowned. Clearly the mutant had some interesting characteristics to be able to peel out of it's own skin, freeing itself from the shackles. He and Nappa sniffed it and took note of Piper's scent. Nappa grinned and began sniffing around the room, making Marron and Ranfan scurry away and hang back behind their Master, watching him with interest. 

"We saiyans have an excellent sense of smell. Nappa could track one of you girls from miles away. Vegeta's sense of olfaction is even stronger. We're used to the stench of decay, so much so that we can sniff out the good and disregard the bad. Women, food….what have you." Raditz informed them with a sideways grin; watching the surprised expressions slowly fade to horror on their faces. 

"You smell… Everything?" Marron blurted out, Ranfan shoving her in the shoulder to warn her to be quiet. The saiyan chuckled, Raditz making a curling motion with his tail to waft the scents in the room towards himself. The two women blushed and looked to the floor bashfully as Raditz took in their scents with a loud sniff then exhaled heavily through his mouth. 

"...Everything." He smirked, the glint in his eyes telling them he did indeed smell what they anticipated. The individual scents of their anxiety, pheromone loaded perspiration and hormone heavy secretions that made the hair on his scalp bristle, and he shuddered slightly. If it weren't for Nappa using them, and the damn chameleon going missing, he may have needed to borrow them for a while. Hasky looked to Launch, her eyes wide with her curiosity. The other blonde frowned back at her, and shrugged just slightly. Their silent exchange expressed their distaste with Raditz, but they said nothing. If Raditz wanted to use the other slaves, they would be foolish to complain about it. Besides, they could use a break from his night and day attention. 

"Raditz! I found something!" Nappa barked, capturing his attention. 

"What is it!?" Raditz urged, coming closer to get a good look at it. He came to where Nappa was looking down behind a black curtain. There was a man-sized hole in the mortar, which had been hidden behind the curtain. Raditz glared at Nappa and seethed in exasperation. 

"You never thought it would be wise to fix this?"

"We have man slaves for that!" Nappa barked back, and Raditz clenched his fist. He was highly tempted to send Nappa right back through the wall where he'd broken it in the first place. Raditz chuckled, his tail whipping back and forth behind his back. 

"You fool. Now our only source of information is gone, along with the girl. I should beat you into the dirt along with the worms." Raditz growled, and Nappa turned back to narrow his eyes at the younger saiyan. 

"Are you sure that would be smart, Raditz?" He said slowly, a malicious sneer growing on his face as he dared Raditz to do something, or look like a coward before the four women, who were watching intently.

"You certainly aren't wise.. though your age would suggest it, you seem to lack common intelligence." Raditz replied, crossing his arms. Nappa huffed and pushed past Raditz, grabbing both Ranfan and Marron by their leashes so they would come with him. Raditz turned to watch him retreat and snickered. 

"Chickening out? I never knew you to turn down a fight, Nappa." 

"We don't have the luxury to goof around. Soon Vegeta will be back, and he'll expect this place to be cleaned up." Nappa said, ignoring the previous insult to his intelligence. It wasn't his job to be smart, just strong. He was going off to find some of the men they kept to get that hole patched as quickly as possible. Raditz observed him leaving and scoffed, looking at the damage the large oaf had done, picking up a brick and crumbling it in his hand. Just above the opposite wall, was Piper clinging to the brick with his claws; his entire body colored a brick red with a bonded pattern across it to blend in with the wall. Raditz sniffed, catching a faint whiff of the mutant. He looked outside at the placement of the sun and his attention was directed back to business, turning away to go find other things that needed doing before Vegeta returned. 

"Stupid cueball." He muttered, brushing bits of brick off his palms as he walked up the stairs leading out of the dungeon, Hasky and Launch silently following. Piper let out the large breath he had been holding in, and flew away quickly back to King Piccolo's Castle, using his surroundings as camouflage as he flew. 

The building was oddly quiet today as Chi-Chi used this quiet time to make an afternoon snack for Gohan, who still clung tightly around her leg. He wore the miniature set of saiyan armor Raditz had given him, though it made him look no less adorable. They had been allowed to go out today with Oolong's guidance to an abandoned grocery store where she, Bunny and Suno were permitted to pick up some non-perishable items that they could cook with. Currently, Chi-Chi was boiling some water for rice, and cutting up some edible mushrooms that she'd found growing behind the grocery store. It seemed they typically dumped their rotten vegetables and fruit in the weeds, creating a compost heap where the seeds had spread and managed to take root. The mushrooms thrived off the moist compost, and made finding raw vegetation much easier. She thought maybe she could even make her own garden, but the idea made her a little sad. Gardening had always been her and Goku's hobby, and now she was going to have to share it with her captors. 

"Is it almost done?" Gohan asked, and Chi-Chi woke up from her daze that had left her with a small smile on her face. 

"Oh, in a while Gohan. Why don't you help Miss Suno?" She said softly, moving her leg to try and loosen his death grip. Gohan side-eyed the other girl warily and hesitated. 

"Come on little guy! I have some things you can snack on." Suno urged him gently, bending down to extend one hand, and exposing a deep chasm between her large breasts held back by a little blue bra as she did. Gohan looked back up at Chi-Chi, and his mother nodded. Gohan slowly took her hand and let go. Chi-Chi sighed and moved to dump a cup of rice in the boiling water. 

"Do you like tomatoes?" Suno asked softly, offering him a tomato. Gohan looked back once at his mother, who nodded, then back, nodding to Suno. 

She gave it to him and clasped her hands before her apron, looking on blissfully as he bit into it like an apple then plopped down on the floor, fully concentrated on his food. Chi-Chi rose one brow, then returned to the stove to put the mushrooms in the pan. 

"Gohan is such a good boy! I knew he would eat it, he looks so much like this other little boy I used to know." Suno said softly, playing with the hem of her purple slip shyly. Chi-Chi looked back at her in question, and Suno elaborated as she neglected to notice Raditz standing in the doorway. 

"He had black spiky hair, he rode a little yellow cloud, and he loved to eat! Goku, that was his name! He was a great hero to my people! Back in Jingle Village, I-" 

"Wait, what? You said his name was Goku?!" Chi-Chi whispered sharply, turning away from the stove to come practically nose to nose with the other woman. 

"Y-Yeees…? I'm pretty sure. I never saw him after that, or else I probably would have married him!" She huffed, and backed away from Chi-Chi. The other woman's eyes grew wide and she gripped the handle of her frying pan much harder, Gohan looking up, puzzled. She was just about to rudely inform Suno just who Goku was, when they both heard a raspy chuckle that sent shivers down their spines. 

"So… My little brother is a desirable man, is he? I can't say I'm surprised, any smart woman would go for a saiyan rather than a weak human." Raditz said, strolling into the kitchen, and straight towards Suno. Chi-Chi lowered her head and turned her attention to the meal before her, feeling a heavy, hot hand resting on her lower back as Raditz brought Suno in close to them, who was giggling. 

"I'm pleased to see you're feeling well, Chi-Chi. It smells good over here." Raditz said, and she trembled as his hand slid down and cupped her bottom through the purple Cheongsam dress she was wearing with nothing underneath, as expected. Chi-Chi nodded, not knowing what words to say that would keep him from getting angry. "We're cooking! Aren't you hungry, Master Raditz?" Suno chirped happily, and he laughed, stroking her scarlet hair and ruffling it up a bit. 

"Hmm… in a bit. First, I'd like to know more about your friend, Goku. You said you never saw him again? That's quite unfortunate." Raditz said slyly, feigning sympathy as his grip on Chi-Chi's bottom tightened in a threat. Suno nodded and smiled up at Raditz, her honey brown eyes gleaming as she thought back to that happy time. 

"Goku wasn't that much different from you or Mister Nappa, Master Raditz. You see, he loved to eat, and fight! But, I wish I could have just given him one more hug and a kiss before I left… I wonder where he is?" She said, then grew sad and looked down to the ground. Raditz lifted her face by the chin and kissed her softly on the lips, her cheeks quickly turning red as they exchanged chaste kisses, which grew hot and heavier as Chi-Chi anxiously sweated beneath his grip, reaching to stir the rice as if nothing odd were happening in front of Gohan. Raditz slipped his hand under Chi-Chi's dress and caressed circles around her bottom, coming closer and closer to the center which made her cheeks clench in anticipation. Raditz finally released Suno, the girl panting. She had forgotten how to breathe when he kissed her, she was so infatuated with any big, burly man like her Mister Nappa or her first lover, Eighter.

"A kiss like...that?" Raditz asked, watching Suno recover her wits, blinking dazedly for a moment before nodding quickly. 

"Yes, like that..'' She murmured softly, then came closer to him and clung around his large muscular arm, ready to give herself to the saiyan. Suno seemed immune to the threat of the saiyans, perhaps it was her attraction that made her less susceptible, or her lack of knowledge about what truly went on behind closed doors. She had been liberated by Raditz from Jingle Village after it was destroyed. Raditz had heard a woman crying and recovered from the rubble where Eighter had used his body to cover her and perished, thinking Raditz was her rescuer all along. It wasn't until they returned and she found herself trapped indoors by a pig with a pitchfork that she realized she was in some type of prison. 

"Well, Suno. As long as you can promise to be on your best behavior, I can reunite you with your friend Goku. For now, why don't you prepare us all a meal? I'll send Bunny in to help. Chi-Chi didn't think to make enough for everyone, so she can come with me to learn her lesson. Can you keep watch over Gohan?" He asked softly, stroking her cheek and peppering her neck with kisses. 

"Of course.. Master Raditz.." Suno said breathily, clinging to his hand as he steered Chi-Chi away from the stove, still holding her spoon as she furrowed her brow angrily. Suno looked sad as Raditz retreated with Chi-Chi; feeling jealous that the other woman was being taken with him instead of her. She sighed and looked back to the kitchen, then nodded her head in determination. If she could make a nice, big meal to satisfy the saiyans, she could see Goku again! She was going to make a feast then, and get some practice in for when she would be reunited with Goku!

She awoke trembling, cradling her knees to her body. Bulma's eyes suddenly flew open, their clear blue depths contrasting greatly with the dirt smeared on her face. She observed her surroundings, and realized she was inside the cage again. It was just like before, except…She looked around herself, and saw that Vegeta was gone. In his place, was something much more frightening. A black, writhing coil in the corner hissed, a forked, red tongue flicking out at her. Bulma backed away into the corner, the heavy pounding of her heart tightening her chest, making her breath come out in frightened wheezes. She heard a low chuckle and turned to see a black wall was now in one half of the cage, separating her and the captive prince. 

"Vegeta! Are you there? Help me!" She cried, and began hitting the barrier in an attempt to break it down. The wall was impossible to budge without bludgeoning her own knuckles, and the viper was slithering closer by the second. 

Then, she heard another sound. The jangling of… keys? Bulma turned to hear the sound, and felt relief upon seeing Yamcha standing in front of her cage. 

"Bulma! You've gotta get out of here!" He said urgently, and knelt down, curling his fingers around the bars. 

"Yamcha! Let us out, quick!" She cried, shaking the cage as she felt a cool slithering sensation against her ankle. 

"I don't want to be freed by him. You can go, leave with him." Vegeta whispered urgently, but she could barely hear him over the hissing of the snake now wrapping itself around her calf. 

"That's fine! Bulma, if you want me to let you out, you have to let go of the door." Yamcha urged, and she looked back at him frantically.

"No, Vegeta!" The hissing, slithering sounds grew even more intense, and her attention was drawn to the bars on the other end, where she could see long, segmented tails disappearing behind the barrier. She heard Vegeta make his own hiss of pain, then pained grunts as he was unable to fight off the snakes with his hands in shackles. 

"Go, Bulma! Leave me be!" He growled out, but she only wailed higher, and began pulling on the corners of the barrier, frantically attempting to let him out. 

"Yamcha, you have to set him free first! Don't worry about me!" She said, not caring even as the viper bit down on the thick of her thigh and blood ran down it in twin streams. She heard a loud bellow and a skirmish, then blood began to seep from beneath the barrier, and onto her side. 

"Vegeta! Let me in!" She begged, kicking and punching the barrier, each time she struck it she felt as if she were hitting a hard type of flesh, watery explosions expanding where her fists hit. She had forgotten about her savior who held the key in his hand, now her sole focus was on freeing him… her captor. 

"Snap out of it!" She heard Vegeta growl, then felt the sensation of her body being shaken slowly awake, crawling up desperately from the dream she was trapped in, where reality made more sense, where she didn't sympathize with the heartless monster whose brethren had killed her father. Bulma kicked and punched as hard as she could, her eyes squeezed shut. Vegeta meanwhile, was struggling to keep her still as she flailed about in mid-air. One of his arms was braced firmly around her back as the other clutched her shoulder in an attempt to wake her. She pounded her fists on his chest and wailed, her weak blows making a sheepish grin form on his face. 

"Vegeta!" She cried, and his grin quickly melted away. 

"Let me s-save you.." She uttered weakly, then her eyes fluttered open slowly, pupils shrinking back to focus on the person before her. 

"What did you say? Save me ? In what convoluted universe could you be capable of that?" Vegeta snarled, taking Bulma by her leash and pulling her closer to himself, baring his sharp ivory teeth at her. 

"I-It was just a dream, I have these… weird dreams of us.. Prince Vegeta, you have to listen." Bulma said in a trembling voice, gulping against the hard gold collar. 

" 'Dreams?' I do not have 'dreams', and if I did, you would not be in them. You'd be better off keeping it to yourself, or else they might just come true, whatever they are. It sounds to me like you're screaming my name in fear, as you should be." He spat back to her, Bulma's fists tightening where they rested on his firm chest, realizing perhaps this was the impenetrable barrier she had been pounding on. She swallowed and let those lingering feelings from the dream be pushed down with it. 

"You're right. If you were trapped in a cage of snakes, I'd leave you there." She whispered venomously at him, raising one leg between his thighs with the intention of kneeing him in the groin. Vegeta chuckled lowly, and stroked his hand down her arm, and up to her face, pinching her face in by her chubby cheeks. She frowned against his fingers, her body squirming to get out of his grip. 

"Keep talking, bitch. Let's see how that sharp little tongue can insult me, can you make me feel small and insignificant like you..?" He purred, and Bulma backed her head away to make him release her face, whimpering softly as she shook her head in refusal. She resolved to stay silent, not giving into his games. He would deflect anything she said, and turn it around to play against her. The only thing she could really do to stop him was just be quiet. Vegeta smirked, hefting her back up on his hip. 

"Good Pet. I'll save your punishment for later. This time, you've really earned it." He snapped, then began to fly once again. Bulma attempted to turn away from him so he couldn't see the tears trailing down her cheeks, but she was crushed to his body. She rested her head over his heart and sobbed, closing her eyes. Besides the gentle flutter of wind, she heard something beneath her ear that made her inhale sharply. His heart, it's... pounding in his chest like a frightened rabbit. Why? Bulma wondered, carefully lifting her chin to look up at him. Vegeta's throat contracted as if he were gulping heavily, the tight bodysuit cutting across his throat causing a large vein to bulge there. 

"I wish I could sink my teeth into your throat like a viper. I know where you're vulnerable, Vegeta. Everyone is." She said softly, and his body jerked with a tangible twitch. His eyes darted down to hers quickly, and he smiled, not a smirk, a true smile. 

"And yet, my flesh is much too thick, little vixen. To think that you could mark my throat... incredibly naïve. You don't understand what you're saying." He said with a curling pink tongue flicking behind his teeth like said viper. She narrowed her eyes on him and snapped back with a fiery retort. 

"..You seemed to like mine well enough." Bulma teased, then placed her hand over his chest and gripped his armor, using her powers of seduction to her advantage, her eyes sparkling up at him like teasing little blue topazes. To her surprise, his ears and cheeks reddened, and his mouth parted, but no words came out. Suddenly, they were flying so fast there was no opportunity for idle chatter. Bulma's hair whipped back in her face and she squeezed her eyes shut, a grin spreading on her face as she reveled in her victory at last. She'd found his sensitive spot, and planned to use it to her full advantage, no matter how deeply the idea may revolt her.

The peace and quiet of the outer gardens was suddenly interrupted by an explosion of sound coming from the bushes. Birds flew out frantically as if something had disturbed them. Mai and Violet turned to look from where they were standing together doing target practice, tightening their grips on their rifles. Everyone at King Castle was currently training, for what they weren't exactly sure of, but Piccolo had set a new training schedule for all in his kingdom. Some were not required to train, as fighting was unlikely in their future, instead the focus was on storing supplies for later and reinforcing barricades around the kingdom. Ten of Piccolo's best serfs had been sent to the Frying Pan Plains, where they would live and farm for the saiyans. 

"What was that?" Mai whispered, looking to Violet for their plan of action. Violet put a finger to her lips to shush her, then motioned with her rifle towards the bushes. The two crept slowly over on their tip toes, seeing how the birds quickly recovered from the incident and landed back on some overhanging branches to observe what caused the raucous. As they were coming towards it, a hand reached out of the bush and they heard a pained groan. Both women aimed their guns at it, but were quickly ushered behind Piccolo and moved behind him before they could even blink. Piccolo knelt and took the hand, pulling the weakened form of Piper up with it. 

"Sir- Sir Picc-olo… I tried…" He uttered weakly, but Piccolo would have none of it. He waved to the guards who were hovering around the scene, and they quickly surrounded the soldier, each of them taking a side to pick him up gingerly. He was covered in wounds and looked rather worse than wear, weakly closing his eyes as he allowed the others to transport him to be taken care of inside. Mai put her hand over her mouth and shuddered; her eyes wide. Piper had been whipped and beaten because of her. It was all because of her that one of Piccolo's best men was now in this horrible condition. Was I even worth the trouble? She wondered to herself, then recalled Bulma's words. Mai is worthy. The mantra repeated in her head but it was almost if it held no substance. Worthy for what? Worth hurting, worth tormenting, worth… molesting ? Her rifle was clattering now in her other hand as she trembled, before falling to the ground and loosing a bullet off into the air; making the birds retreat to the sky once again, this time not to return. 

"Agen–Mai, what is it?" Piccolo asked as he turned quickly about, his eyes showing his surprise and wariness; thinking perhaps she had perceived another threat. Violet came to his side and looked on sympathetically as Mai raked her hands through her long black hair in a stressed motion. She looked around herself and nibbled on her lower lip, being sure that no one else was around to hear her speak. 

"I just… I feel like it's my fault he's hurt." She spoke softly, clasping her other arm with her hand, her red tank top showing a sliver of her army green bra underneath as she did. Violet came closer and placed her hand on Mai's shoulder, shaking her head. 

"That's not true, Mai. Piper told us to go on without us. He saved us." She said softly, Mai looking up and sniffing back a sob. 

"You think…Now they know where I am?" She said in a trembling voice, Piccolo clenching his fist as he looked on. He recalled angrily his own foolishness of revealing Mai to Vegeta, I've been such a fool! He steamed; seeing how Mai came to rest her head on Violet's shoulder as his advisor gave him a stern gaze; her blue eyes unrelenting. 

What does she want? Does she suggest…we seek revenge? He thought, puzzled, his head buzzing with his own confusion. If this issue cannot be solved with a saiyan's death, then how ? 

"Sir Piccolo, tell her! Tell Mai it'll be alright!" She exclaimed, exasperation in her tone. She frowned at him, then released her frustration and extended her hand towards him upon seeing how befuddled the poor man seemed to be, sweat beading on his brow. 

Piccolo nodded and took a step forward, placing his other hand on Mai's free shoulder and gently gripping it to get her attention. She looked up quickly as if stunned; her blue topaz eyes sparkling with unshed tears once again. 

"Mai… I, I want to let you know that it is not your fault that this happened to Piper. It's simply the way of the saiyans, how they treated you, and him. I will not allow anything of the sort to come about while you're under my protection. You are… important to me. To us." He said softly, glancing at Violet. The purple haired girl's cheeks pinkened and she smiled at him, nodding, all while Mai was still blinking; taking in everything he'd said and turning his words around in her mind. She observed Piccolo and saw that his gaze was fixed back on her, his jaw set with the finality of his words. She blinked and saw how smooth and sculpted his features were, and how he looked much more youthful and handsome than the previous King Piccolo that she had feared.

Mai came to recognize that he shared her own penchant for shyness, and her eyes warmed on him, a smile growing as she nodded. 

"Thank you. How can I ever repay you?" She said softly, and then without looking back up for his approval, she ran and embraced him tightly, Violet giggling as he jolted in place from the unexpected motion. She quickly attacked him from the other side, wrapping her arms around both Mai and Piccolo. He struggled for a moment, his arms out at his sides, not knowing what to do with them. After a moment of their continued snuggling, he growled lowly to himself and concluded that they were indeed alone in the garden, and placed his arms around both women, yet again performing that odd action called a 'hug' which seemed to be pleasant to all three of them. 

He stroked both of their waifish backs, down to the weak little curve that was the feminine small of their backs, careful not to move his hands down too low and unwittingly molest them. He remembered the look of Violet's plump bottom in her tight tan khakis and the odd physical reaction it caused him, and shook the thought out just in case it happened again. He didn't want to be an aggressor himself, that was something he could never imagine himself doing, human women were so precious and important to their species survival, unlike Namekians. He tightened his arms around them and his growl turned possessive against his will. Something about letting some filthy human men, especially saiyans touch the two women, made a wildfire light in his belly. Never. I'll never let such…. filth touch them again. 

"Come along. We'll go somewhere private… and safe." He muttered, moving out of the warm hug to walk the both of them inside, still resting their heads on his chest as they walked in tandem, blissful smiles on Mai and Violet's faces. Piccolo's cheeks became a lavender hue and his ears lowered slightly with guilt, almost like a canine's would as he walked past the guards at the front gate, and the two bowed, startled looks on their faces. 

Keep what you've witnessed to yourselves… or else. He growled in warning telepathically, and both nodded enthusiastically. Piccolo decided against taking his time and picked them both up over his shoulders with surprised squeals, flying straight up the center of the spiral staircase, all along wondering just what he would do with them once he got to his destination. 

These little women… they cause me such confusion and frustration… but also… I feel such a strong urge to protect them, and hold them close to me...where they're safe.

Chi-Chi looked down at the floor, where she could see nothing else but her shadow over Raditz's knee, her body bent over his knee like an insolent child. The long haired saiyan was currently licking the wooden spoon she'd refused to let go of clean while purring like a mountain lion, one hand with her leash attached to his spiked wristband. He was currently rubbing and pinching her bottom at his leisure as Chi-Chi waited impatiently for whatever 'punishment' he planned to dole out. Raditz had flipped the dress up over her back to better access her bottom, feeling comfortable from where he sat on a lounge chair in a darkened room. He was thinking of all the ways he could play with Kakarot's wife that would enrage his little brother, ones he, if he were being honest with himself, was a little wary or performing. Raditz had always been a bit of a sado-masochist, but a small part within him still could recall the way Kakarot looked as just a small baby. He may have been a saiyan, a slave-monkey, but that didn't mean he was a fool. If he did soil her, he would lose any leverage he had on Kakarot. So for now, he resorted to less dangerous means. 

Raditz licked his lips clean and moved her shiny raven hair back from her face so he could watch her next expressions. 

"Look at me. Do not look away, Chi-Chi." He said seriously, taking the spoon firmly in his fist. She nodded, slightly, her resolute expression widening his grin. 

This woman has the feistiness of a saiyan in her. No wonder he chose her. He thought briefly, then whacked her ass with the spoon. Chi-Chi jolted in place, startled, then looked back at him angrily. 

"You forgot to use my proper name." He clarified, and Chi-Chi sighed irritably. 

"Will you look at me, Ox Princess?" He purred, making Chi-Chi's cheeks blush slightly. She cleared her throat and used the proper wording. 

"Yes, Master. Please punish me." She said sternly, and Raditz had to gulp at that. With her fierce, amber eyes, snow white skin and her luscious curves he had to admit, he found her incredibly tempting. It was the way she glared at him, the muscles in her firm thighs and behind all firmly coiled enough to spring from his lap at any minute that made him almost wish with there was no threat or repercussions against fucking this woman into submission. 

"Oh… I will." He rasped, then struck her once again with the spoon, a pink mark lasting on her bottom as he did. Her flesh jiggled afterwards for a moment until he gripped her bottom in his hand and clenched his fingers tight around the flesh. 

"I want you." He growled, Chi-Chi blinking up at him with defiance in her eyes. 

You can't have me. She seemed to silently say, and he spanked her once again, hard for that defiance. Chi-Chi yelped out in pain and he chuckled roughly, using his other hand to grope her reddened cheeks. Raditz licked his lips and brought her to her knees on the couch, kneeling on the floor behind her. He looked around himself quickly then dove his face between those porcelain white pillows, hungrily licking and eating her ass and pussy. Chi-Chi gripped the couch and gasped, biting down on her lower lip to keep from moaning. Goku had never gone after her bottom like that, he loved to lick her and kiss her gently, never sucking and nipping at her like Raditz was, as he reached down and fondled himself, finding he was quickly hardening from her spicy musk and the pleased sounds she was holding back. He inserted a finger in her as he tickled her clit with the tip of her tongue. Raditz may have been a slave master but he loved to give women pleasure. It was this pleasure he gave her that ensured she wouldn't stray too far away, or become afraid of intimacy. He felt her inner walls pulsing with his finger, and pulled it out to suck the juices from it. Ecstasy. She tastes so good. He growled, pulling on himself aggressively as all his primal instincts urged him to mate with her, plow into her and mark her throat, filling her body with his seed. Chi-Chi sobbed back a moan and felt her legs trembling with her need for a hard cock inside of her, hating the way he had stopped touching her to touch himself, nursing on his cum soaked finger while his eyes grew hazy. 

"Master… I need.." She whispered, feeling pitiful and filthy at the utterance, but her body was clenching and craving penetration, released so badly that it foggied her mind. Raditz groaned and cradled his face against her, rubbing his mouth and nose in her scent as he felt his loins tightening from her begging accompanied by the strong scent of arousal. He pulled back and felt around for the spoon, then pushed the rounded handle against her throbbing entrance, watching it easily be sucked inside. 

"Ah! That's it! Master Raditz!" She wailed, her body trembling as she felt the wooden handle sinking deeper. 

"You're such a good wife, Chi-Chi. Beautiful woman. I wish this was my cock thrusting in you." Raditz whispered roughly, pushing it as deep as it would go comfortably then fisting his hand around the spoon and jerking it in and out, his palm smashing against her slippery wet clit. The muscles in her thighs clenched as he pounded her slick interior with the hard wooden spoon, the pleasant fullness sating her for the moment as with each withdrawal, had sweet milky cream oozing out of her. Raditz pulsed into his hand, then switched hands quickly so that his Chi-Chi soaked hand could grip his cock and lubricate him with her wetness. Chi-Chi closed her eyes and used her imagination to see what he was telling her to envision, but it was wrong. She whimpered and attempted to change the image back to Goku, but that hurt her even more. 

"We're going to be bonded together, Chi-Chi. Mine and yours, shared." Raditz panted, and her eyes widened with apprehension as she attempted to understand his meaning. Did that mean– she jolted in place, just as Raditz grunted and his cum splattered on her thigh, just missing it's target thanks to her quick reaction. Her fear and her restless thoughts kept her from joining him in orgasm as he painted her leg with a glistening stream, then removed the spoon from her. Raditz bent over her so that his cock nestled between her bottom, licking her throat so he could whisper in her ear. 

"I want you to always cook for me with the delicious flavor of you soaked into this spoon, my queen. One day I'll have you. You'll be mine and you'll like it. I promise." He whispered so softly that she swore she misheard him, but when she looked back and saw his adoring eyes, and a soft, loving smile on his pleased face, her heart raced. Chi-Chi hesitated to say anything at all, worried by the feel of his moist warmth resting against her. 

"We can't go on like this, Raditz… We just can't." She uttered softly, and turned to place her hand on his jaw; sympathy softening her gaze. Suddenly, Chi-Chi was flat to the cushion and his hand was on her back, holding her down firmly as the other gripped her chin to make her look at him from behind. 

"You don't fucking tell me what I can and can't do, Princess. If I want to take you here and now, and reclaim you as mine, I will. None of the other females receive such special treatment, and none of them complain, either." He snapped, his cock grinding between her cheeks as he did, the wetness there making it slip around dangerously. Chi-Chi whimpered and hoped he wouldn't take action on his words. Goku had taken her in that way, first accidentally, then repeatedly once they realized how much they enjoyed the use of her other hole. Raditz grinned, the tight bottom of a woman was quickly becoming his new favorite toy. That was one place on the Ox Princess he could use with little repercussions. 

"How about… this?" He purred, aiming himself at the slippery ring that was relaxed just enough for him to practically pop right in. Chi-Chi squeezed her eyes shut, then reluctantly nodded. 

"Yes.." She said, defeated, and Raditz chuckled mischievously, pulling back to find the still soaking wet spoon. 

"I have to make it fun for you, you haven't come yet and I can't let you go without." He said, and pushed it back inside of her. Raditz then flipped Chi-Chi onto her back, ensuring that when he took her this way, none of his semen would drip down and soil the chastity of her pretty little slit. 

Chi-Chi blushed and watched as Raditz pulled his armor over his head and tossed it before tearing open her dress, giving them skin to skin contact. She shuddered from the sheer heat of his body as he leaned over her, and kissed her breasts, fondling and appreciating their weight in his hands as he prodded her bottom with just the tip of his cock, making her whimper when he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked. His dark eyes met hers and she shuddered as their pupils delved into one another, a gateway to the soul that was showing her his sheer darkness, his pain, sharing in her pleasure. She blinked to get away, but he moved up, and placed his hand on her face as she had, staring into her eyes as he slowly sunk his cream covered cock into her, and placed a kiss on her lips. Chi-Chi wanted to squirm away but he was too strong, and now it felt as if the saiyan was gently making love to her, to her mouth, her insides, caressing her hair as he groaned through them, and she in turn as he passed the tightest area of her anus, and into the deeper chasm where she could feel the spongy walls between his cock and the hard spoon stroking together. She closed her eyes and tears spilled out freely as Raditz began to move, the spoon moving in tandem with his hips as he held it in place for her. Chi-Chi gripped a chunk of his hair and held on as he began to move faster, the large saiyan between her splayed legs, surrounding them in a curtain of his own warm and spicy pheromones exuded from his luxurious hair. She could no longer help it, she could only succumb to the pleasure he was giving her, allowing all her thoughts to go numb as she held around him and moaned. 

"That's it, good gods… how amazing it feels being inside you, you're so warm.. so deep.." Raditz rumbled against her throat, baring his fangs and licking there as he began to massage her clit with his fingers, his shaft drawing out slicked in her moisture, then plunging back in to the base. "I can finally release inside you, this part of you will be mine. Give me your everything, Chi-Chi. Let me make you mine." He rasped, becoming more urgent as his thrusts quickened, pushing one of her legs up over his shoulder so he could sink even deeper. She whimpered but was afraid to answer, biting down on her lower lip so hard it was beginning to swell. 

"Doesn't this feel good, tell me, Chi-Chi!" He said with each thrust, his pleading russet-black eyes with a furrowed upwards brow weakening her heart. 

"Raditz… Yes.. It feels so good, I can't… ah, I can't t-take it!" She said in a trembling cry, digging her nails into his strong, flexing back. He gathered her up against himself roughly so her breasts crushed against his hot, hairy chest, pushing in the spoon and all the way to the very root of him as she came undone; years of unreleased pleasure exploding out of her as she came hard on his hard abdomen and groin, shuddering almost as if she were seizing as he powered up into her; his aura glowing red, tail a sprung coil as he felt the reverberations of her strong orgasm through the walls of her body, and he released deep inside of her, filling her insides with his warmth as she soaked him in her own. 

"Can you feel me, Chi-Chi…? Feel me inside of you?" He purred, and licked from her neck to her ear, her eyes rolling back as his tongue flicked in her ear. 

"Yes, Master Raditz… I feel so warm with you.." She responded softly, then closed her eyes and allowed the tears to flow. Maybe I was wrong about him, maybe…NO.. Chi-Chi thought something so foul and abhorrent, that even she couldn't allow her mind to ponder aloud, a horrified sense of dread washing through her entire body as he nuzzled her hair, and kissed her head tenderly, even going as far to lick as stray hair into place. Chi-Chi placed her hands on his chest and willed the strength to remove him, she pushed past the part of her that was in bliss, and shoved the saiyan away from her. Raditz fell back onto the couch with a surprised grunt, his warmth gone from around, and inside of her. 

"I am a slave, you said it yourself. You cannot have me like this!" Chi-Chi said sternly, then ran from him, breaking their connection with the breaking of her leash, cursed spoon in hand, his sinful heat running down her legs. Raditz sat up and scratched his head, then wrinkled his brow and nose with disgust. What was I thinking? He thought, using a discarded part of her dress to wipe the moisture from his sodden body. He felt nauseated, liberated, and crazed all at once. 

Just a slave. A breeding hole, nothing else. He reminded himself, then stood and began replacing his armour, stumbling just a bit from the weakness in his legs. No woman had made him feel weak that way. He hated it. Despised it, Chi-Chi would pay for what she had done to him. 

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Vegeta's heart was hammering in his chest, not unlike during the heat of battle. The slave woman had done something he hadn't expected, at least not since their first meeting, during which she had attempted to throw a pizza cutter at his head. She snapped at him, even aimed her knee at his groin in preparation to make an impact. Vegeta had to admit that something about her insolence was respectable. It was foolish, and yet he commended her for it.

"If you were trapped in a cage of snakes, I'd leave you there." Her seething words still repeated in his mind even as she was now pitifully sobbing. She clearly hated him, not that he blamed her. Then, after he retorted back, she'd turned it around to shove his insult back at him, pointing out how he was at a disadvantage due to his moment of weakness when he'd utilized her throat for his own pleasure.

"..You seemed to like mine well enough." She purred, making his blood boil as she gripped his armor and stared up at him with those goddamn eyes. Blue, glistening, and full of heat. Blood rushed to his face and he flew as fast as he could, not caring if it whipped her own hair in her face and crushed her body to his even more. He had to make her be quiet for awhile or else he'd find himself using her in an unsavory way once again.

Once the heat faded from his pounding temples, Vegeta was able to regain his cool. What was that? He'd never seen Bulma respond to him in that way, as if she actually found him attractive. It honestly made his skin crawl. He slowed down as they approached their home base, noticing how heat was soaking through his armor and wetness crept down his chest. Bulma wiped her eyes and hesitantly glanced up at him. Vegeta hovered in mid-air, eyeing the dilapidated city surrounding him with disdain.

Bulma gulped. Why hasn't he gone inside yet? Does he have something to say to me? Or does he just want to punish me now, like he promised? She wondered, watching his callous face for answers. There was something odd about how he punished me last time, though…as if he couldn't finish it. Perhaps it would have been better to have her life quickly snuffed out like her father's, anything but this. Coming back 'home' only meant another day of suffering. Another night for him to potentially violate her, another day of watching her mother be degraded into a willing sex slave, unlike herself.

Vegeta glanced down at the girl, noting how she looked almost disappointed that they were returning to the strip club.

"It won't be much longer… Soon I'll have more suitable lodgings." Vegeta grumbled. Bulma had barely any time to ponder his statement before he lowered her down to the window of her apparent room. He opened it and pushed her through, before following after her, Bulma scurrying out of his way and falling back on her rear as he landed.

Vegeta let out a "hmph" as he stepped over her, the retracting leash clicking as he did. He sighed irritably as he remembered that the two of them were connected by that damn leash. He let go of it, and the chain went slack.

Bulma gasped, feeling a brief sense of freedom if not for the collar around her neck. Vegeta looked at her from the corner of his eye and smirked.

"Change into something more… plain. I'll return shortly, and I expect you to be on the bed waiting" He demanded in a huff, then breezed out of the room, locking the door behind him. Bulma blinked, looking at the door, then down at her outfit and felt a small bit of relief. She was more than ready to take off the gaudy slave costume and slave collar, but why did he request for her to wear something 'plain', of all things?

Bulma always knew of slave women from media such as Princess Leia in Star Wars and Jeannie from I Dream of Jeannie, some unwilling, and others feeling they owed their 'Master' some type of gratitude. They always dressed sexy, but now he was telling her to dress plain?

What does he even mean? Plain strange, that's what he is. Bulma thought, then got to work undoing her heavy gold collar, finding the hidden sliding button mechanism Piccolo had put in it. She released the button, the collar dropping to her lap. Bulma's eyes sparkled and she gasped in glee with thoughts of freedom, only to come to her senses seconds later when she recalled the steep drop to the hard ground below, and that the door was locked. Her smile faded and she glanced towards the bed, recognizing the shackles hanging off the bedposts taunting her to come sit, and resign to her fate.

Raditz wiped his mouth, grimacing. The food the redheaded girl had made was sup-par at best. Panchy had made dessert, but Raditz was less interested in sweets; not having acquired the taste for them yet. Maybe he'd been spoiled by all the Earth delicacies he'd recently discovered. His palate that had once been accustomed to eating raw meat and gore was now distinguishing flavors and finding ones it preferred, just like with women. But, Suno's meal was edible and he would eat almost anything on an empty stomach. Saiyans burned off food quickly, especially after fighting or fucking like he'd been doing so often recently, his last conquest being Chi-Chi. She was nowhere to be seen now, likely hiding in her room licking her wounds after their rendezvous. He pushed his chair away from the table and pulled Launch out of her chair and directly into his lap. The girl tumbled like a ragdoll and even giggled a little. Raditz frowned, his tail twitching.

"Next time, you and Chi-Chi cook" He muttered to the blue haired girl, and Launch's eyes widened in surprise. She nodded quickly, ever the obedient one. Hasky followed, sitting on his other leg. He placed his arm around her waist and looked smug, picking meat out from between his sharp canines with a fork. He may not have had the best dinner, but he had a wonderful appetizer that he was still finding himself reminiscing about even as he held his two more obedient slaves on his thighs. Chi-Chi had been a fighter, and a female that fought back satisfied his hunger in both a sensual and

a more primal way. Aggressive women seemed to be the most attractive to him. He understood why his brother had chosen her and not the redhead, but maybe it was in his best interest that he put Suno to better use, somewhere else than the kitchen.

Suno set down her fork and frowned at the long haired Saiyan, feeling angry over his apparent dislike. That wasn't the case with the bald one, who was still gorging himself on the remnants. Soon there would be none left even for Vegeta to eat, but Nappa hadn't considered that yet. She began picking up dirty dishes, toting them back to the kitchen with a sad sigh. Panchy, Marron and Ranfan stuck by Nappa's side, having no other choice. Their leashes were attached to his spiked wrist cuffs as his massive hands shoveled more food in his mouth. Oolong got up from the table and followed Suno to the kitchen, watching her moves in case she attempted anything devious.

"Could you fetch that dish, Mister Oolong?" Suno asked sweetly. Setting his rake aside, he grunted his agreement, only for the two women to pile dishes on top of the one already in his arms, giggling as they did.

Raditz watched the big, red-skinned demon boar follow after Suno, slightly burdened in his walk, and narrowed his eyes. There was something odd about the way the women acted around the guard, as if they weren't afraid of him. He could swear they treated him more like a servant than a fearsome guard, and Oolong seemed more docile than he would've preferred.

"Maybe I should knock some sense into that swine before he becomes bacon." Raditz grumbled, beginning to sit up. Launch gasped and quickly moved to distract him, perching on his lap and shoving her breasts in his face. Raditz grunted and shook his face from her cleavage, holding the girl up by her shoulders.

"What's your problem? Are you friends with that.. pig?" He sneered, disliking the idea of his slaves giving special treatment to anyone but him. Launch blinked her big violet eyes and shook her head vehemently.

"Of course n-not! He scares me!" As she squeaked her protest, her blue curls bounced around, tickling her nose until the point it began to twitch. Raditz stood, moving away just in time to avoid the sneeze he anticipated. She changed to blonde, then blinked up at him and scowled, clenching her fists. Hasky came to her side and did the same, both blondes seeming extra defensive for some reason. Raditz's tail twitched with interest as he considered whether or not he felt like using them both so soon after eating, his cock twitching with excitement as well. Raditz was so engrossed with the tempting women that he actually forgot about further investigating their relationship with the pig.

"There you are, Runt." Vegeta's gruff voice came up behind him, completely snapping Raditz out of his horny fog. Nappa lifted his face from the bowl he was licking to suddenly look up as if he'd seen a ghost. Vegeta wore new armor, the style slightly altered to look more slimming than the bulky, broken set he normally wore. Not only that, his body suit had been replaced, a red and blue flocked cape with gold chains and shoulder clasps made the look complete– giving him the appearance of a true prince, not far off from how his father had looked in life.

"Prince Vegeta." Came Nappa's respectful greeting.

Raditz looked over his shoulder and acknowledged his prince with a slight nod.

"Did you need me, Vegeta?" Raditz turned, towering over Vegeta. The blondes tucked under his burly arms held hands as they wrapped their arms around his waist.

Vegeta grimaced in disgust, not wanting to imagine how Raditz had gotten the two to get along so well.

"What I need is for you to explain why you didn't tell me that the missing woman, Mai, was in fact worth something" Vegeta grit out, his gloved fingers tightening around a pouch he pulled out from his belt, then tossed on the floor, jewels and gold coins spilling out.

Raditz swallowed, trying to moisten his dry mouth to speak. He was caught off guard by the impressive amount and quite frankly, baffled.

"Mai? The…one that got away?"

Vegeta seethed. "Who else? Don't tell me you lost another."

Raditz chuckled dryly and removed both women, detaching himself so he could speak with the prince privately. Vegeta was embarrassing him before his slaves, something he simply couldn't allow. Raditz motioned to the bag on the floor. "Pick it up." Hasky obeyed, kneeling to pick up the gems that previously she would have stolen.

Nappa followed Raditz, leaving the women at the table to stand beside him and address his prince.

"She slipped away, Vegeta. It was that damn mutant that helped her–'' Nappa began but Vegeta lifted his finger to him and he was silenced.

"It wasn't just Mai, either. His advisor is a woman named Colonel Violet. Are there any other women here with hidden talents I should know about?!" Vegeta snarled viciously, his tail now whipping at his back angrily. Raditz rested his hands on both of the blondes' shoulders and nudged them forward, letting them know they could speak.

Launch grit her teeth and lifted her green eyes to Vegeta's, clenching her fists.

"I can shoot a machine gun, bazooka, thrill ride, and I'm a bandit, but I can't quite do those things without a gun, bank to rob, or a motorcycle." Launch sneered, crossing her arms.

Vegeta nodded, then looked at Hasky.

"I'm a mercenary, master thief, sharp shooter and swordsman. I used to work for the Red Ribbon Army." She sneered, her trigger finger twitching even as she was speaking. Raditz grinned widely in pride and held the two women closer, stroking their bottoms with his wagging tail.

"Good. Any others?" Vegeta questioned, looking at Ranfan and Marron. Ranfan sighed heavily, then walked to stand beside Nappa, and bowed. Vegeta watched the display with narrowed eyes, moving his hand hastily for her to stand.

"I'm a martial artist. I use my womanly charms to trick my opponents, then attack them when they're distracted" She said with a pout, ashamed of her admittance.

"How fitting" Vegeta grumbled, turning to eye Nappa and Raditz. The two glanced at each other, then back at him, gulping.

"I truly hate to think what else you two missed while you were searching with your balls and not your brains."

"But, Vegeta– what's the use of knowing what these bitches can do? They're...weak." Nappa asked, shrugging.

"They may be weak, but their use clearly extends beyond being kept as only mindless whores."

The two took in his statement. Raditz narrowed his eyes spitefully. He seemed to recall informing Vegeta of the women's skills early on when he thought he'd offer him the best Earthling women on the planet as his brides but no, he hadn't listened when it was him. Vegeta would rather take advice from a Namekian.

"Good point, Vegeta. You know, these crafty Earthing women aren't far off from us genetically. Imagine what a hybrid could do, we could have a new home planet with you– as King!" Nappa said earnestly, beaming as Vegeta stared past him and blinked slowly, a slight smirk on his face.

"...Perhaps, Nappa. One day, maybe." Vegeta said to sedate him, not truly entertaining the idea but it seemed inevitable at this point. Plus, he didn't particularly mind the sound of praise and promises of his own greatness.

"We have one hybrid as it is. Raditz's blood, Vegeta. He's a little runt, but so were you at his age and look how you came out" Blurted Nappa.

Raditz fiercely whispered under his breath for the other warrior to shut up, earning a recoil from Nappa.

"Where is this half-blood brat? You brought him here?" Vegeta's calm demeanor was beginning to crack. Nappa's stupidity he could bear, the man was a tank and he was obedient. But, Raditz? His reign ended once Vegeta's pod hit the earth, he no longer had any leadership but he was quickly growing more insubordinate with each passing day. Raditz gripped the shoulders of his slave women and stared down his nose at Vegeta, smirking.

"I did what I must. I can't have Kakarot thinking we have nothing to hold over his head once his woman's been spoiled. So, his firstborn son shall be raised as a Saiyan. He will see the error in his disobedience, My Prince. I promise you!" Raditz barked sharply.

Vegeta hummed as he tapped his fingers along a tensed bicep. He stopped suddenly, letting out an unexpected laugh, cold and menacing. Raditz's smug expression faded to one of dread, and Nappa grinned darkly; thoroughly enjoying hearing Vegeta's laughter for the sole reason that it meant something unsavory was about to happen.

Vegeta's laughter cut off as abruptly as it began, and his face became stern once again as he strolled up to Raditz and eyed him closely.

"You promise me? That's a fact?"

Raditz nodded enthusiastically.

"I'll see to it myself." He snarled, ready to go back to the farm and punish Goku himself. What he hadn't realized though, was Vegeta hadn't been referring to his younger brother.

Vegeta snickered, shaking his head.

"I don't think you understand quite what I mean, Raditz… Why don't you show me the boy, I want to have a good look at him" He said slyly.

Raditz furrowed his brow. He knew that whatever Vegeta was up to, it couldn't be very good. "Fine. Don't expect much of him, though. He's just a little runt yet." Raditz shrugged, and led Vegeta towards Chi-Chi's room.

…

The frightened little boy hiding behind his mother was not what Vegeta had expected when Raditz told him a brat of his blood was here. He was small, pale, and had snot and tears running from his face unhindered. The only thing identifying him as a Saiyan besides the tail tucked between his legs was the brown and black armor Raditz had given him. Vegeta looked at his power level with his scouter, it was a pathetic level of three.

"I should have known descendants of your third class bloodline would be so weak." Vegeta said bitterly, beckoning to the boy with one hand. "Come, I'll make you strong. Don't be an embarrassment to your ancestors." The Prince encouraged Gohan, who was now realizing that the scary man was talking to him.

He tugged on his mother's dress, and Chi-Chi gave him a reluctant gaze. She knew she shouldn't disobey Vegeta, but she was afraid of what would happen to him in the brutal hands of the prince.

Raditz stepped forward and pushed Gohan forwards, sharing a moment with Chi-Chi. She furrowed her brows at him, the tears threatening to spill from her eyes held back by sheer determination.

Gohan, separated from his mother, was left at the Saiyan's mercy. He spared a glance back at her, seeing her smile and nod towards him.

"Go on, Gohan. You'll be alright!" She said to encourage him, though her own body was trembling and a heart-wrenching scream was threatening to erupt from her lungs. She didn't want him to see her begging for mercy.

Her little boy nodded, putting his thumb in his mouth as he shuffled towards Vegeta. The elder Saiyan scoffed at the action, and used his long tail to brush his hand away.

"Your first etiquette lesson: Your thumb does not belong in your mouth, or up your ass. Your thumb should be on the outside of your fist when you throw a punch." He demonstrated, watching the small child carefully make a fist in turn.

Chi-Chi frowned in disapproval at Raditz, but the long haired Saiyan smirked, apparently unbothered.

"Don't worry. The boy is in good hands. You should take this punishment without complaining, lest I bring a reward to your husband" He said in a cruel tone, walking past her.

Chi-Chi gasped, remembering Raditz threatened to reintroduce Suno to Goku to tease her. Chi-Chi bit her tongue and felt heat rising up in her face as she fought with everything she had to not slap him across the face. No, he'd like that too much. She concluded to herself silently, staying her hand. I have no right to complain anyways, it's my fault I'm in this position.

Raditz followed in the path of the Prince, who had snatched up the small child and took him while his mother was dwelling in her thoughts. A mournful wail reached her ears and she chased after it seconds before the door slammed in her face and was deadbolted from the outside. Her fists hammered on the wood, accented by angry curses, but the kidnappers were long gone.

"What do you plan to do with him, Your Highness? I was going to train him myself, but if you plan to, that's even better!" Raditz exclaimed with restrained enthusiasm, his hesitant tail wagging slightly.

Vegeta abruptly stopped walking, one hand covered the boy's wailing mouth, the other motioned to Raditz to step to him and bow. Raditz balked in offense, yet still complied with the demeaning imperative.

"It makes no sense for you to teach the boy, you weak half-wit" He ground out, watching the confusion spread over Raditz's face. "So I will train him myself, as we were all trained for Frieza's army. Don't you agree that's the best plan of action? All Saiyans must endure desensitization" Vegeta said with a cruel smirk, amused by the shocked reaction Raditz gave him.

"Y-Yes… Of course." He answered dutifully, glancing at the boy and watching the way tears flooded freely down his face. Desensitization for such a sensitive child is probably best, but… does he truly deserve it? Shouldn't I be the one getting punished? Raditz pondered, but before he could argue the point, Vegeta was gone and he left kneeling on the floor.

A shudder went down the length of his tail as he remembered the way it had been desensitized by being wrapped around an iron bar, which was slowly cranked until the stress from pulling would cause the segments to separate; resulting in nerve damage. Despite the injury his tail never managed to completely lose feeling. If anything, it made the pain of touching it more intense.

Raditz got to his feet and followed after his prince, ignoring the shivers radiating throughout his limbs in response to the memory.

…

The bed was freshly made, the kinks brushed out of her hair, and Bulma wore comfortable clothes that she figured were plain enough for Vegeta's odd tastes. Her simple outfit composed of a white tank top and black, flared leggings with small holes in the knees. The dresser of clothing left behind by the previous tenant was slim pickings, but luckily the clothes fit her well enough, even at her current extra-extra small size. She never imagined she'd be so skinny, but a Saiyan invasion apparently will do that. Funny how she'd always tried to get down to that size and never could. Now that she was, she wished to have back the curves and softness in her hips that came with it.

The worst side effect of weight loss was the dark circles under her eyes, which Bulma was currently covering up with makeup she'd found in a bag forgotten in the bottom drawer. Bulma couldn't help applying it. Once the foundation was set with powder, she finally looked normal again.

She pouted her lips, covered them in a layer of pink gloss, feeling an odd sense of comfort as if she were reliving the days she had the freedom to waste time making herself up for no reason. She completed her look by darkening her blue lashes with black mascara, hoping the fresh appearance would be her key into manipulating that monkey prince into submission. He may be a Saiyan, but he was also a man, and she was finding he was just as weak to her flirtations as Yamcha had been. It was dirty work, but she could do it.

Bulma's peace was interrupted suddenly by the door swinging open along with the sound of a crying child. She looked up, baffled to see Vegeta walking in with Gohan. He glanced her way, motioning to her with one hand. Bulma got up hesitantly, coming to stand next to him as Goku's son cried louder, running towards her the moment she stood and clinging around her leg. Bulma stroked his trembling back and felt anger well up inside her, swallowing a large lump in her throat, she kept back the curses she wished to hurl at her master. She took a deep breath and addressed Vegeta respectfully, though fire still smoldered in her gaze.

"My Prince, what is he doing here? This is no place for a child!"

Vegeta looked her over with interest, not seeming to care about her questions as he took note of her improved condition. She looked bright faced and healthy somehow. Though still too thin for my liking, Vegeta had to admit. However, even now he could see the beauty attempting to shine past the sadness in her hurt gaze. He appreciated the form-fitting pants she wore much like a bodysuit, besides the holes revealing pinkish knees.

Attention returning to the topic at hand, Vegeta met her burning azure eyes with a cool stare of his own.

"This boy is the product of Raditz's dire miscalculations. I'm taking him to toughen him up properly as a Saiyan. I trust you are educated on child-rearing." His serious tone gave her no option other than to acquiesce. Remembering her place, Bulma swallowed uncomfortably.

"Yes, Prince Vegeta… I can watch him. But… What about Chi-Chi?" She anxiously thought. Gohan would be better off with his own mother.

Vegeta clenched his teeth and spat through them. "She is his first mistake, a failed experiment. She will not be permitted to care for the boy. From her dalliance with Raditz, I know that she cannot be trusted" He snapped, Bulma jolting slightly in place with surprise. Vegeta knew an affair had taken place recently by the shared scent of sex on Raditz and the woman, it's poison still fresh in his nostrils.

Chi-Chi's… 'dallying' with Raditz?! She thought, gasping. The mere idea shocked her, but what mortified was that it had been spoken aloud before Gohan. Her hands moved a moment too late to cover his ears. Vegeta chuckled, amused by her reaction. He agreed with her wholeheartedly, he also found the fact revolting.

Bulma whispered sharply to Vegeta, "and you think our bedroom is a good place for him to be?"

Vegeta snickered, running a lock of wavy blue hair through his fingers and admiring the smooth way it felt.

Our bedroom. Repeated in his thoughts, then his mind moved on to what occurs in a couple's bedroom.

"Would you prefer we were alone?" His voice came out sickeningly smooth.

A shock went down Bulma's spine as his words sunk in. Her plan would work better if they were alone, but on the other hand, perhaps having the boy in the room would make Vegeta keep his distance.

Bulma caught his hand as he played with her hair, and whispered, "only sometimes. There are lots of things innocent eyes shouldn't see." Bulma said in her most sultry voice possible, and Vegeta quickly retracted his hand, clasping them both behind his back.

"Hmph. Too bad his eyes won't be innocent for very long around here. Very well, at night he'll be restrained in the dungeon to toughen him up. During the day I'll train him, and you'll be in charge of his care" Vegeta decided.

Bulma nodded hesitantly, feeling terrible that her suggestion would cause Gohan to be chained up in the dungeon, but perhaps it was for the best. He honestly might be safer there.

"I understand, Prince Vegeta."

She averted her eyes away from the big tear-filled ones she knew were staring up at her, waiting for salvation she was unable to offer him. I'm sorry. Bulma thought.

Vegeta picked up her collar from the dresser, turning to accusingly hold the object before her. "Why aren't you wearing this?"

Bulma shakingly maneuvered Gohan behind her to clear her way to step closer to her master. "It's… uncomfortable." She attempted to explain, her hands rubbing at the red marks on her neck.

Vegeta grabbed her wrist, peeling her hand away to look at her neck, making a deep musing hum as he saw the evidence. She winced away when he ran his gloved fingertip across the raw skin, the cotton catching on her wounds.

"Tch. Nothing but scratches." He released her wrist, letting her hair fall. He stood over her, licking his lips slowly.

Bulma was yet another woman who could not be trusted, given her little theft with the knife before. "Come on, I'll find a restraint better suited for you." Vegeta said with a wry chuckle, and Bulma furrowed her brows from behind him, but said nothing.

…

"Now, stay here, pet. The sunlight will do you some good" Vegeta said with a sneer. Bulma dug her fingers into the grass and growled at him. She stopped herself, it was bad enough she'd chained to a pole outside. She didn't need to add insult to injury and act like a dog too.

"It's not so bad. You have water, food, and a bed. Master provides for you." Vegeta mocked, looking down at her with a shit-eating grin. Bulma huffed and looked away from him, crossing her arms over the light pink harness with silver O-Rings. It was admittedly less uncomfortable around her neck, but she didn't like how the full body harness went between her legs like a thong and went around her breasts, making the shape of them more obvious.

She didn't say anything to him until he looped his fingers through the ring on her chest and lifted her off the ground.

"What do you say?" He seethed.

"Thank you, I love being a fucking dog!"

He held her even higher, growling back at her in disapproval before dropping her on the ground. "Good, then stay here. Bitch."

From where she landed on her butt, Bulma's last shred of decorum left her as she blew a raspberry back at him. Yeah, I'm a bitch, and you know it. She thought glumly as she crawled onto her pillows. Vegeta must have thought it was funny to provide her with a bowl of water and a towering plate of dessert biscuits made by her mother. She couldn't deny the possibility he was trying to fatten her up, but she nibbled on a vanilla cream sandwich cookie anyways as she looked on, worried what Vegeta's 'training' of Gohan would entail.

Vegeta walked the boy out to the empty courtyard, removing his decorative cape and tossing it to the ground.

"Alright, show me what you know, boy." He demanded, convinced that the child's knowledge would be lacking.

Gohan nodded, stepping forward into Turtle position. His hands went into strange positions then both knees bent. He was slightly wobbling, with one leg in front as he used his tail to help him keep balanced before looking to Vegeta for approval.

Vegeta raised one brow, and his own tail ticked at his hip. "You have terrible form. What even is that?"

Vegeta scowled, then walked over and pressed down on his head so Gohan would stop wobbling. He then adjusted the boy so his body faced forward and moved his hands to the correct placement."There. You should face your opponent, keep your hands at the ready and your legs ready to spring forth. Now, come at me." Vegeta beckoned him with one hand. Bulma, who had been watching from her place in the sun, giggled a bit as Gohan surged forth with a yell then fell right over immediately after.

"It's that heavy armor you're not used to" Vegeta muttered, waiting for Gohan to right himself.

"I'm s-sorry, Prince Vegeta. I don't really know how to fight…" Gohan said with a pout, and Vegeta shook his head and snorted.

"That father of yours taught you nothing? Fine. Just do as I do" He said, then began going through an assortment of katas, Gohan mirroring his stances.

Bulma rested her head on the pillow after watching for an hour, her plate of biscuits emptied. Her worries about the rough Saiyan prince beating the boy into shape dissipated after seeing the patience he displayed when teaching him, and she felt maybe it wasn't so bad being his 'pet' after all. He was a prince, dignified, and considerate in his own ways. Maybe, he was even a little bit handsome, with the way his body moved so gracefully as he rotated his leg and straightened it out to show Gohan a powerful side piercing kick, the boy still struggling to keep his balance.

Vegeta may have been a royal prick but it was always when she or his underlings were disobedient. She understood that their arrangement was meant to make her obedient, and everything in her nature tended to resist that. At least she could pretend for a little while when she felt content like this. Soon, Bulma was fast asleep, snoring softly as the sun reflected off her pale skin and pinkened her cheeks.

The white ceiling above him was Piccolo's intended focal point, though that was becoming increasingly difficult. He'd brought Mai and Violet up to his bedroom and locked the door, but now that they were here he wasn't sure what to do with them. They certainly knew what they wanted to do to him, though. Piccolo gulped and looked back down at the two women snuggled on each side of him, both sets of eyes closed blissfully in an illusion of slumber. Piccolo knew better, he could feel their hands, lips, and other parts moving around.

Violet had her hands wrapped around his bicep and her thigh over his hip, rubbing his groin up and down as her lips found his chest and kissed his muscular chest. Mai was on the other side, kissing from his ear down to his throat, one hand resting on his abdomen that kept stroking dangerously close to his groin. Her legs were hooked around one of his tightly, trapping him in her loving embrace.

"Girls… I…" Piccolo finally managed to mutter, having issues keeping his voice from becoming husky. "I'm not sure what…" He began, using his free hand to stop Mai's kisses for a moment so he could focus.

"We can show you what to do" Violet whispered, sitting up to hover over him, her cleavage on full display for his wandering eyes. Mai pushed past his hand and sat herself up too, looking just as aroused as she was anxious, her cheeks just as red as her eyeshadow.

"I want to show you my appreciation for all you've done for me, Piccolo. You're the only man I've wanted to do this for!" She said with a shaky voice, covering her cheeks in embarrassment. Violet chuckled and watched Mai hurriedly remove her trench coat to reveal her tank top and tight blue jeans with a devilish look in her eyes.

"Mai, I didn't think you were like this," She said, impressed. Violet wasn't phased by her own actions, she'd wanted to see what was in Piccolo's pants since the day she met him. Mai fisted her hands and looked determined, "I am! Well, only for him…I was scared before but now… Well, I just can't help myself. I feel so safe with Mister Piccolo."

Piccolo sat up quickly, putting a hold on the girl's plan abruptly. "Wait, just what exactly do you two think you're going to be doing to me?" He growled in a husky timbre, making the both of them jolt in place. Violet sighed, smoothing back her lilac hair, then adjusting her large breasts in her top without any shame.

"Listen, the sexual tension here is so thick you could cut it with a knife! I, for one, don't feel like waiting!" She huffed, then reached towards Piccolo's waistband and began attempting to untie it. He panicked and grabbed her wrists, panting heavy. It was obvious to both women his body was ready to be subjected to whatever it was they wanted to do to him, but he wasn't sure if they were actually prepared.

"Stop! What's gotten into you, Violet? Did you forget who's boss here?" He boomed, knocking both girls onto their backs. The two of them looked startled, their matching baby blue eyes wide. Then, just when he thought he'd gotten control over the situation, they both started giggling.

"That was exciting!" Mai said with a giddy voice, laughter causing her chest to jiggle around in a manner similar to Violet's. Piccolo couldn't help but stare, feeling the strange sensation he had before becoming more urgent.

"Listen…I don't know much about the anatomy of Earth women, and you don't know much about me, but I was –" He broke off with a blush as Violet took his hand and boldly moved it over her breast, helping him squeeze it. Mai observed her, and made him do the same, her blush almost as dark as Piccolo's.

"How can you deny us? Can't you see how badly we want this, Piccolo?" Mai whimpered, her breath catching as Piccolo groped her breast and snarled.

"I can refuse if I want to, but I wasn't finished with what I was saying. I was thinking, since there are two of you… maybe this could work." He said with a deviant purr, turning his eyes onto Violet and squeezing her boob. It was so squishy and soft, and each tweak of the flesh made the women react in different ways. Violet's eyes widened and she gasped as he yanked her top down and ripped it with his claws, pulling both of them closer to him by the scraps of their shirts.

"W-What do you mean?" Violet gulped, then bit her lip as he tweaked her nipple between his fingers, then leaned down and nibbled on Mai's throat like she had been doing to him. It was their turn to be subjected to teasing, he'd had enough.

"I mean, my anatomy might allow for it." He said in between licking up Mai's chest, to her earlobe, which he nibbled. His pants were tight like they were before, but this time he knew why.

After the first time it happened, the area he normally only evacuated liquids from underwent a transformation. Piccolo had experimented with himself the previous evening and found out that he could achieve pleasure by thinking about Mai and Violet, imagining the two girls playing in their bed together while he stroked his alien appendage.

Now that he knew what his body could do, he wasn't surprised when it did it again and it was for the same reason. He wanted to take these women like the Saiyans had with their own, but not by force. Maybe he was a filthy degenerate like the rest of them, but at least they were willing, and he chose what he did with his women.

Piccolo grew more impatient by the second. In a blink, the clothing of himself and his women disappeared with the use of his magic. He closed his eyes and bared his alien anatomy before them, fully expectant of their incoming cries of fear and disgust. But they never came, in fact, Violet and Mai had to close their mouths or else they'd start drooling. Piccolo was a man – that they could easily confirm, but he was so much more than that.

Obviously there were differences between his anatomy and those of other men, but it was this difference that caught Violet's interest. His shaft was predominantly green, striped seams of red ran down the length to the purple tip with two long vertical glans at the end. Pink ribbing ran along the underside, leading to a scrotum that was similar to a human male's, besides the green antenna-like appendages hanging off of each of his striped pink testes.

Violet shrugged and went to dive in, gripping the hardened shaft in her hand as Mai moved to get closer. Piccolo opened his eyes immediately, his body tensing as the woman's hand on him began stroking back and forth.

"You have nothing to worry about, Piccolo. This dick is perfect for the both of us" Violet moaned as she pushed his head into her mouth and fingered her dripping pussy. He opened his mouth to speak, but Mai was quickly on him, kissing him deeply as she reached down to cup his scrotum. Piccolo growled with lust and returned her kiss with passion, reaching down to feel her curves down to her waist, then cupping her ass.

With someone else providing the sensation, he was able to experience pleasure that made his masturbation from before pale greatly in comparison. Certainly, as he would be unable to get his own shaft down his throat in the way Violet almost completely swallowed him. Mai began gently massaging his scrotum, fingers playing with the feelers; unaware that in addition to being extra sensitive feelers, they were fully mobile. She gasped as the feelers caressed her hand in return, then wrapped around her wrist.

"Don't stop" He ordered roughly, then moved his hand between Mai's legs, emulating the actions Violet was performing on herself. She was soaked between her legs, he couldn't believe the plushness and warmth he was feeling as his fingers explored her pussy and stroked her clit. Mai moaned and leaned against him, stabilizing herself with one hand as he manipulated her folds.

Violet slowly slid her lips down his shaft until she could longer taste him, opting to use her hands so she could better appreciate and assess his girth. Mai took the opportunity to drop down to her knees and take him into her own mouth. Withdrawing her hands to give her less experienced bedmate space to pleasure Piccolo, Violet considered how she might contribute. She shifted behind Mai and dragged her tongue up the silky folds that Piccolo had been stimulating earlier, drawing a mewled reaction from Mai that was muffled by the member in her mouth.

Piccolo watched them work in a haze of lust, the scent of both women's arousal overpowering his senses and making his cock leak a greenish, lubricating secretion. Mai tasted the secretion leaking out his glans and hummed in pleasant surprise at the sweet, fruity taste of it. The secretion signaled that his body was prepared, but was he truly in his heart and mind? Such a philosophical question became irrelevant as Mai, having tasted the secretion, became more bold with her unbridled passion now matching that of Violet's. She moved her lips further and further down his shaft until his glans were now nestled in her throat. She was still attempting to suck on him as she cupped and massaged his scrotum with the hand held captive by his antenne.

Piccolo felt a tingling in his core and grit his teeth, gripping Mai's silky black hair as she continued to bob her head in time with Violet's licks on her clit, all three of them feeling their pleasure starting to climb. Piccolo groaned and pulled Mai away before he could finish, worried that if he spent his seed down her throat she'd end up with his eggs in her stomach. Mai looked up questioningly as Piccolo's penis parted slowly at the seams as it had adapted to do. Mai and Violet stared at it in awe and astonishment as both halves spread into two intact penises of equal size and girth.

"You're disgusted, I knew it" He sighed and began to think about how he would make up for this disaster. But, before he could, Mai and Violet were both stroking him and admiring his cocks.

"Disgusted? No, it's the complete opposite" Violet said with an eager giggle, licking the tip of one and purring with delight. Mai simply blushed, her mind went back to the saiyans and how she found Nappa and Raditz disgusting, but Piccolo didn't look or smell disgusting. It made her mouth water and she couldn't stop admiring his beauty.

"I think it's beautiful," Mai whispered softly and looked up at him with a smile. Piccolo gulped and felt like he needed to explain himself out of embarrassment, the tips of his ears going light purple.

"It wasn't like this before…It changed. Before I met you two, it had no function. I'm not sure why it did this but I'm glad you think so highly of me… I…treasure you both" He admitted, taking them both in his arms and kissing them both, making sure both girls were facing each other, with one leg behind his back as they sat on his lap.

The tingling in his core had calmed now but he found both of his appendages were throbbing with need. Piccolo didn't want to rush their first time, but his body was demanding more stimulation. He reached out with his lengthened lower feelers and fondled both women with them as they kissed, feeling both women react by quivering in reaction each time it tickled their most sensitive areas.

"Sir Piccolo!" The both of them cried out in pleasure.

The scent of mortar filled their nostrils as Nappa and Raditz supervised the slave men building their brick wall, the one named Hercule that attempted to fight them when they first arrived lifting the bricks as another man pasted on the mortar. They only let "The Champ," as he called himself live because he stood up to them, and was a natural leader to the other slave men. Though, besides his supposed strength and bravery, he lacked courage, or maybe he just had too much for his own good.

Nappa stood outside while Raditz remained inside, peering out the large hole in the wall that was growing smaller by the minute. He watched Vegeta spar with his nephew, and felt relieved that Vegeta hadn't yet made good on his threats to desensitize the boy. It would have to be done eventually though, and that he couldn't bear to watch.

Raditz smiled as he thought about how maybe he could convince Chi-Chi this was a good thing. He didn't mind her being angry with him on a regular basis for maybe slapping her ass too hard, or making a mess on the floor. But, having her angry with him because he had failed her and his nephew…Well, that was different. It nagged at him, the disappointed look in her eyes, the way she'd pounded on the door and cried after they took her only son away.

"Ow-ow-ooowow!" Hercule suddenly cried out when a brick fell on his hand, making his hand swell up and turn red as he blew on it. Raditz was snapped out of his fugue and kicked the man in the back for being a klutz.

"Sorry Master Raditz!" He apologized meekly, tears and snot running from his face as he and the other man attempted to amend the problem.

"I think I'll go check on the women. I don't trust them alone with Oolong, I think he's gone soft." Raditz grumbled, tearing his eyes away from his nephew as he watched him throw a punch and make a solid hit on Vegeta's thigh. He hated the way his chest swelled with some unfamiliar sensation, so he stuffed it down deep, his anger simmering.

"Fine. I've got it here." Nappa grumbled, waving Raditz off without a care. He was too busy making sure he made it obvious to Vegeta that he was above these worms.

"Get back to work!" He growled, whipping the other gawking slave across the cheek with his tail.

...

Raditz closed the door behind himself and took a deep breath. While Vegeta and Nappa were distracted, he figured he could check on Chi-Chi as well as the others. He made his way up the stairs to her room, hearing the sounds of sobs from behind the door. Raditz hesitated to open the door, placing his hand there. He listened for a moment, then shook his head and flew to the VIP room.

Panchy and Suno were in the kitchen washing dishes as Marron and Ranfan swept and mopped the floor. Oolong had been supervising from where he sat in a reclining chair, his feet propped up comfortably, but soon he dozed off and started snoring. Hasky and Launch giggled as they raided his pockets for cash and whatever shiny trinkets the pig was hoarding. Money really had no value now, but Oolong was paid to work for the Saiyans and kept himself rolling in gold. Maybe eventually this would all blow over and someone would make a wish to restore the world, then that money would come in handy. Maybe.

Raditz's eyes widened as he came across the scene, first he was startled by Launch and Hasky raiding the pig's pockets, then by the appearance of him, only able to recognize him by his brown shorts held up by suspenders and his sweat stained shirt. He was small and pink, what happened to the large, red skinned pig he'd employed? Everything stopped once Raditz landed, a dish dropping in the kitchen as they looked on at the scene in fear.

"Explain yourselves. Now" Raditz snarled, clenching his fist. Launch and Hasky scurried back from Oolong, dropping change on the floor as he snorted himself awake with a start.

"Huh? What happened?" Oolong shouted in a confused stupor, his dreams of being surrounded by the harem of aroused women quickly doused by the tall and dangerously angry Saiyan standing before him. Hasky and Launch cowered on the floor as Oolong stuttered, realizing he'd been caught in his normal form.

"Master, I-I can e-explain!" Raditz raised his hand and a glowing pink orb formed in the center, his tail wagging angrily as the pig bowed in front of him.

"I'm a shape shifter! I just used the form of the boar to impress you, I'm so sorry!"

Raditz scowled in disgust, the orb growing larger.

"Show me how you transform, then" He responded angrily, watching Oolong nod in obedience.

"Y-Yes Master, right away!" Oolong said in a shaky cry, then a smoke cloud billowed out. Raditz waited for the smoke to clear to see the new form Oolong took on, then heard a squeak as a fat mouse ran under the couch and hid. Raditz chuckled and blasted the couch into nothing within an instant, leaving the shape-shifter curled up in a ball in the corner.

"You were foolish to think you could deceive me, Oolong. You may take on your original form." Raditz said calmly, lowering his hand. Oolong got up, and nodded quickly, then transformed into a pig once more.

"Now, show me how you transform into a boar, just once so I can see" He ordered slyly, cracking his knuckles. The women had all backed away to hide behind furniture or walls by now, except Launch and Hasky, who looked on in wonder.

Oolong transformed into his large boar form, and bowed before Raditz, the prongs of his rake pointing upwards between them.

"Good. Now stay still." Raditz chuckled, then stomped on the rake, driving the prongs into Oolong's throat as all the girls screamed and cried out in terror. Blood gushed out of the opening in his throat as he hacked and coughed, then fell face first onto the floor, the spikes protruding out the back of his neck.

"Clean this mess up. We're having roast boar tonight" Raditz said coldly, crossing his arms as he looked at the pitiful mess on the floor and shoved it with his boot to be sure the pig was dead.

"Nobody lies to me. Let this be an example to all of you, insubordination will not be tolerated." Raditz said bitterly, glancing at Hasky and Launch. Both blondes looked horrified by what he had done, Launch in particular. Her deep jade green eyes watered and tears fell down her cheeks as she stared him dead in the face.

"How could you, Raditz? How!?" She cried, pointing angrily at the body on the floor.

"You mistook me. I am not a gentle man, who feels and cares like my pathetic younger brother. I'm a killer; I should be feared as such." Raditz ground out coldly, watching the fear fade from their faces, and turn into resentment.

Good, just how I like them.

"Now hurry, before the meat grows cold." Raditz chuckled, and turned away from the scene, stepping into the shadows where no one had to see his hideous face.

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Recap

In the last chapter, Vegeta and Bulma returned to the base in Saiyan City. There, Vegeta learned that Raditz had liberated young Gohan from Goku as further leverage in their efforts to bring Goku onto their team. Vegeta took it upon himself to train Gohan while Bulma watched - leashed and displeased by the events. Feeling frustrated with the outcome of his plans, Raditz made an example of Oolong for lying to him and he was slain in cold blood. 

Previously… 

"You mistook me. I am not a gentle man, who feels and cares like my pathetic younger brother. I'm a killer; I should be feared as such." Raditz ground out coldly, watching the fear fade from their faces, and turn into resentment. Good, just how I like them. Raditz mused. 

"Now hurry, before the meat grows cold." Raditz chuckled, and turned away from the scene, stepping into the shadows where no one had to see his hideous face.

The sickly sweet scent of roasted boar filled the air as Suno and Panchy watched over the spit that two slave men were turning, their filth covered biceps flexing as they flinched away from the smoke. Hasky squatted and stirred the coals with a stick to make sure that the fire was nice and hot as Suno used a brush to glaze any dry areas with oil. The lard melting off his body was enough to glaze the crackling skin, and though she hated to admit it, her stomach was growling from the delectable smell coming off of Oolong's body. 

Tears filled her large amber eyes as she dipped the brush back into the bowl and coated the creases of his split open belly with oil where he had been gutted. Her hunger quickly turned to revulsion and she dropped the bowl, running away from the spit to fall to the ground and release the bile that had been building up in her stomach. His body was so fat and dense that it might even take another hour or two to be sure all the meat was fully cooked. She heaved in agonizing bursts until her stomach could empty no more, only stopping between heaves to cry and wipe vomit from her mouth. 

"Oh, dear. It's alright, sweetie. Let's get you freshened up before Master Raditz comes back!" Panchy worried, nudging Suno's shoulders. Suno sniffled and got to her feet with the help of the blonde, still shaking from the experience. She took her hand and gratefully followed Panchy indoors, the tears falling down her face even faster as the other woman stroked her back and whispered words of comfort to her.

"Shh, honey! We hafta try to be quiet. Let's go into the bathroom to clean you up, the others are in the kitchen right now." Panchy whispered, putting on a smile to ease Suno. The redhead nodded with a shudder and they went into the bathroom off the dining area of the club house. 

Water sputtered out of the faucet as Suno leaned down to wash her face and mouth with warm water, Panchy holding her long, silky scarlet hair back as she did so. Glancing at herself in the mirror, Panchy Briefs frowned. What had happened was a large wake-up call for the residents of the Saiyan's den, and the horror still showed on her powdered and blushed face. Panchy looked away from her pitiful reflection, a woman her age looked silly wearing such a slutty getup. 

Suno seemed more suited to the sheer pink negligee Panchy wore with a tiny black thong and bikini top. Once the girl's mouth was adequately rinsed out and no longer tasting of acid, Suno was able to look at herself in the mirror and Panchy standing behind her. Her young, pale face was white as a sheet, and her amber eyes wide with fear as she gripped the sink for balance. 

"I'm sorry about this, Bunny... You didn't have to help me get cleaned up." 

"It's ok, darling. It's only natural that what happened made you feel sick. Poor Oolong..." 

"I just don't understand! I thought… I thought that Raditz was rescuing me from something else. I didn't know he was the bad guy." She whispered, trembling as she confronted this new revelation. 

Panchy tilted her head in confusion and took a communal hair brush off the side of the sink and began raking it gently through Suno's hair to comfort her. 

"What do you mean, honey? Nappa and Raditz took me. I saw everything, they blew up my house and killed my husband!" She whispered sharply in disbelief, yet attempted to seem sympathetic for Suno. To confuse her captor for a liberator, that was certainly odd. 

"I believe you… now. Then, it didn't make sense. The day when Jingle Village was attacked, there was a blizzard and all we saw was something like red fireworks raining from the sky! Eighter tried to fend off the blasts, but in the end he… died protecting me." She sniffled for her lost lover, who had fought bravely for her village's sake and hers, sacrificing himself in the end. 

"It wasn't until Raditz pulled me from the rubble and saved me that I was convinced he was my hero. Boy, was I wrong!" She exclaimed, and Panchy nodded, understanding now how Suno could think perhaps that Raditz was rescuing her, especially since she had never seen the person attacking her village. 

 "When I came to, I was laying by a warm fire and he was rubbing circulation into my legs that had almost succumbed to hypothermia in the cold. He fed me some kind of hot, tender meat and salty red broth, and explained everything to me. He said that Planet Earth was under the threat of attack by his own Master. He was taking me somewhere safe where we could repopulate the planet to form a new society…That's why when Nappa said he would put a baby in me, I was so happy . I thought that there was hope for the world!" Suno recounted the tale through gasps and sobs, the look of horror in her eyes not leaving as she slowly realized that everything she had been fed had been a lie.  

"Oh dear… Oh dear, I'm so sorry…" Panchy sighed softly, setting down the hairbrush to hold the crying girl in her arms. She was too young and naïve for this convoluted world, too innocent for the things that had been done to her body. 

"And… after all that, I wanted Raditz, too. I wanted him to…to love me in ways that I know now he is not capable of. He is only capable of destruction. I hate him!" Suno screamed, and placed both hands onto her stomach, attempting to push anything that had seeded itself inside of her womb out violently with the heels of her hands. 

Panchy attempted to stop her, but her own hands were trembling and the shock that Suno was experiencing was giving her a massive rush of adrenaline, enough to sink her hands in deep and cause great internal damage.  

"Stop that now! Oh, dear! Help!" Panchy  cried out, not knowing why she cried for help, it's not as if any of the saiyans there had a single shred of decency… Besides, maybe Mister Nappa. 

"Help, Mister Nappa!" Panchy cried out for her Master, knowing well the gentle side that he only showered her with behind closed doors. Surely he wouldn't want Suno to abort any potential progeny he had sired? 

…

Across the house, Nappa was almost done with his duty of the day. Now that the hole in the wall was nearly bricked in, it was just a matter of placing a couple more bricks and cleaning up the mess afterwards. He'd heard a bunch of commotion earlier, and had come out to witness the results of Raditz's outburst. Vegeta was angry with Raditz for killing one of the guards, until hearing his explanation why. After a short discussion, he had left wordlessly; it was assumed that they had an understanding. Nappa shrugged off the incident and returned to guard duty, only feeling anxious to eat a delicious roasted boar.

He had been standing guard when he heard one of his slaves cry out for help, and ignored it. It wasn't often, if ever someone cried his name out of anything but anger or fear. To cry out to him for aid? That was unheard of if not in the midst of battle. Nappa stuck his pinky in his big ear and wiggled it, flinging out a ball of wax to make it easier to hear the teensy little shout coming from across the building. Is that Bunny? He wondered, then shook the thought out of his mind, attempting to conceal his concern. He was interrupted by Hercule tapping on his leg, chuckling nervously like he often did.

"What? Did I tell you to stop working?" Nappa snapped, turning to face Hercule, who was equally as sweaty and looked rather anxious. 

"W-Well, no… But I asked Goro and Kaito to finish up the bricklaying. We've only got a couple left, Sir Nappa..  Sir." He stuttered, poking his index fingers together in a bashful way. Nappa growled and slapped Hercule upside the head with his tail, snapping him out of his bashful demeanor and making him angry almost on cue. 

Hercule growled and showed his teeth almost just like a saiyan, and Nappa had to laugh at that. 

"Alright, 'Champ.' What's got you distracted that's more important than your orders?" 

Hercule attempted to calm himself down, unclenching his fists as he appealed to his upper. 

"I keep hearing a lady crying, Sir. She's saying your name. Maybe… you should go investigate it?" He said carefully, knowing that the Saiyans seemed anything but sympathetic to their slaves. But the woman crying was the one Nappa seemed to coddle and spend the most time in his private quarters with, so Hercule thought maybe Panchy was someone special to him. 

Nappa took in what Hercule said and nodded, glancing over to see Vegeta was still engrossed with training Gohan. The half-breed looked rather worse for wear at this point, which was only making the prince push him harder to complete his katas. 

"I can… Stand guard here, Sir." Hercule said softly, yet sternly as he noticed how Nappa seemed hesitant to leave his post. 

The large Saiyan turned back to examine him, narrowing his dark eyes suspiciously. 

"What's in it for you?" 

"Well… Nothing, I guess. I just can tell you want to go to her." 

"Shut up!" Nappa hissed, covering Hercule's mouth with one large hand. 

"Say another word and you're dead! I'll be right back. Don't leave this post, or else." 

Hercule nodded enthusiastically, gasping for his breath once Nappa took his hand away and flew off towards the sound. He placed his hands on his hips and made a decisive sound, with certainty in his mind that whatever it was would be resolved. 

"Alright, you two. Let's finish up this job so we can all get a bite to eat. That boar smells delicious and I'm starving!" 

"Right away, Mr. Satan!" The two slaves echoed, seeming more enthusiastic to work for a fellow Earthling rather than the cruel Saiyans that whipped them. 

…

Once Bulma had woken from her nap, it was clear that she had been sleeping for some time by the setting sun and the heavy feeling in her limbs. As she stirred awake, she was met by the sound of a child's crying and looked towards Gohan and Vegeta. The Prince was standing before the child looking royally annoyed, his arms crossed as he curled his lip and his tail lashed in anger. 

Gohan had fallen onto his side and was sobbing hysterically, his body having given out from the long and tedious two hour long training; in which Vegeta had sparred with him and spent no effort to avoid maiming the boy. Granted, he had been hitting at minimal strength and still beat the piss out of the inexperienced five year old. Blinking her eyes wearily, Bulma frowned at the sight but hesitated to interrupt, interested in seeing how her master handled the situation. 

"Woman. He's your responsibility, now. I've had enough of this incessant blatting!" Vegeta snapped, then came over and detached her leash from the pole. Bulma stumbled onto her feet and struggled to resist his pulling on her, grabbing the nearest thing in reach to stabilize herself. Vegeta scoffed as the slave woman clung around his arm in some type of sleep induced daze, her eyes barely open. 

"Tch! Wake up!" He seethed, shaking her off of his arm. Bulma regained her senses at last, with anger upon realizing the way Vegeta regarded her and the boy as if they were nothing but a nuisance. 

Anger bubbled up inside her and blue embers burned in her eyes as they glared into Vegeta's dark, bottomless pits. The longer she looked into his eyes, the more she thought she could see a flicker of something deep within their abysmal obsidian depths. Maybe she could get that flicker to a flame if she pushed just a little… 

"Why do you have to be so mean to him? How will he learn anything this way?!" She snapped, the lead attached to the O ring over her sternum growing taut as Vegeta's fist clenched tighter around it. Vegeta's glare cut into hers, staring down the blue eyed banshee as she snapped at him. Vegeta smirked and pulled her in a little closer, enjoying her feisty attitude. 

"The boy hasn't received a shred of real discipline in his short life, hence the outpouring of tears. Look at him, Slave woman. Those are only superficial wounds on him. They will heal in no time. That is due to his Saiyan lineage ‐ half, at that." 

Bulma furrowed her brows at him in disbelief, then turned her gaze onto Gohan, who had stopped crying to listen to their conversation curiously, sucking on his bloody knuckles intently. Vegeta chuckled and leaned nearer to her so that his nose tickled the sensitive skin on her throat, a hot breath blazing onto her and causing her to shudder. 

"You're wrong. Look how his knuckles are bleeding!" She gasped, turning back to him without realizing they would be nose to nose with the action. Bulma scrambled to get back but her leash was wrapped around this fist to the very limit, rendering her captured. He placed his gloved hand on her chin and turned her face back forcefully to look at the puzzled child, who was still fervently sucking on his knuckles as if they were a comforting stimulus. 

"Look closer. His bloody fists are raw from the fight - his delicate skin has never been utilized in such a way. He's nursing away greedily at his own blood because he enjoys the savory taste, like a true Saiyan. Gohan has it inside of him to become a vicious, bloodthirsty Saiyan… and he will, with our assistance." 

Bulma's eyes widened as she stared at Gohan, then back to Vegeta. 'A vicious, bloodthirsty Saiyan..' His words repeated in her head, taking her back to her question of whether or not Vegeta was aroused by violence. She gulped and examined his face, how his tongue swept across his lower lip and his fangs bit into the plush red flesh, up to his pointed nose with flared nostrils taking in every drop of her sweat, to his dark, fixed eyes which were latched onto the racing pulse of her carotid artery that he could see with his eyes alone, and hear with his hypersensitive ears. 

She didn't know what came over her at that moment, or why, but Bulma noticed his finger on her chin and was able to easily take it into her mouth and bite down on it. It was this that finally snapped him out of his haze only to become transfixed again, solely on the finger inside her mouth. Bulma bit down hard until she felt her teeth hit the resistance of bone, and ground them there. She and the Saiyan Prince froze in that position for an unknown amount of time, the only motion from them being his tail twitching curiously due to her odd action.

Bulma saw Vegeta gulp hard and his mouth fall open as her teeth detached and she licked the indentations of her teeth with her tongue through his glove, which was salty with sweat and traces of blood. Though disgust sent shivers down her spine from the flavor, she sucked in the fabric and smiled at his enthusiastic reaction, which was a barely noticeable tremble. Before she could stop him, two of his fingers were down her throat and his thumb was gripping her chin to hold her in place as he neared closer, and Vegeta released her leash to place a hand over her lower back and press her groin against his, holding her hostage there as if to silently show her what she was doing to him. Her face flushed as she felt his hardness against her harness, resulting in a pleasurable pulsing between her thighs.  

Bulma held her breath and her eyes darted over to Gohan, who was still staring - now with a look of confusion. 

"Look at me, Earthling whore." Vegeta snarled, and her eyes moved back to glare at him, that blue flame he loved to watch erupting in anger once again. 

"Do you know what you're doing…? Yes. Of course you do." He whispered, answering his own question. Bulma gulped as his fingers tickled her throat and made her almost gag on them, becoming uncomfortable in his hold, melting under the heat of his penetrative gaze. 

"You will learn not to bite the hand that feeds you. Once you do, perhaps then I'll play your little lust games. First, I want to take you up on that tempting offer from before, for you to be my little ventriloquist doll…" 

Her eyes widened but she couldn't reply as Vegeta laid out his plan, if her mouth weren't already occupied a devious grin would've been on her own face for how easy it was to lure the Prince into her little trap. 

Blue Launch squealed as Raditz pushed her legs behind her head and fucked her into the bed. It was she who found him, placated his rage with her gentle ways and spread her legs as a peace offering to the Saiyan. Well, first it was the blonde who got up in his face and screamed at him for what he'd done, but that only served to turn him on more. His lust had already been sparked by the slaughter of the pig, and now it was further extended by the mouthy little harlequin slave he had the pleasure of stuffing to the brim whenever he felt the urge to. 

She cried out through a red ball gag coated with drool, her large violet eyes rolling back as the Saiyan's cock plunged her plush interior with the strong ridge of its head, shoveling out her creamy fluids only to push them back inside as his anatomy had evolved to effectively remove the semen of previous men to replace it with his own. Raditz shuddered as he bottomed out inside her and let his weight fall on her hips, bowing in her cervix as precum leaked out into her trembling womb. The pulsations of her orgasm served to milk his organ and encourage fertilization, her willing body trembling beneath him. Raditz ground against her clit with deep, slow thrusts, his dark eyes taking in her sensual body and every expression crossing her face as she closed her eyes and indulged in the experience as a well trained bed slave should. 

Launch crossed her ankles behind his neck and used her legs to help facilitate a pleasant rocking sensation, stroking his face with both hands and letting him take her fingers in his mouth and nibble them with his fangs until hairline streams of her blood filled his mouth, and a crimson flush blossomed across his face, red flashing across his eyes as the blood taste only added to his own experience. Launch knew this, she knew her Saiyan was aroused by the blood taste and her total, utter submission. Her curly blue locks floated above her head as he dragged her across the bed until he was standing, holding her in place by her plump, porcelain white bottom. 

Launch moaned through the ball gag as Raditz nuzzled her throat and began increasing his pace, creating a wet slapping sound between them as his overencumbered scrotum hit her bottom with each brisk movement in a mission to unload that burden inside of her welcoming body. He indulged in Launch's warm body, so soft and wet with her dripping fluids running down his powerful legs. This encounter was oddly different from their previous, it was as if they were making love, making a child together, and Launch sighed with her ardor as he showered her with the attention she had always craved. Finally, he was going to give her what she deserved, her and not Hasky, not Chi-Chi. She moaned in satisfaction and curled her toes, flexing her walls around him as tight as they could go.

Mine. My master.   

Raditz grunted as Launch's body was attempting to suck him in, pulsating quicker and quicker in response to her fanciful thoughts of love and pregnancy. He gripped her bottom and reached deep, closing his eyes and enjoying the images of Chi-Chi in his mind as his orgasm broke free and rivers of his cum flooded Launch's pussy and filled her entirely, until she felt a swelling inflating her petite abdomen. She was utterly stuffed by his semen, which kept pumping out with each jerk and jolt of his hips. 

Then, suddenly he dropped her body entirely and an unfamiliar look passed over his face as he stared down at what he had done in silence. Launch wanted to question him but she was unable to as she quivered on the floor, pulsing out embarrassing amounts of his cum. Raditz left, then came back and began wiping her down with a warm, wet towel, then removed the ball gag attached to the leather by symmetrical silver hearts.

"Good girl, Launch. Get yourself dressed." He purred, capturing a drop of her saliva with his finger and sucking it into his mouth. Launch blushed and nodded obediently, though she could not stand at the moment with her legs feeling like jello. Raditz helped her up, then walked back into the bathroom to wipe himself down with a clean towel. He should've had the girl do this, but she had already been spoiled enough. What was wrong with him? This wasn't the way to treat a slave, as if she were a beloved girlfriend. Why was he practicing being gentle on a woman? 

Raditz shook his head and turned back to fetch a pair of clean spandex shorts from his dresser, ignoring the girl who was now dressed and cleaning the results of sex off the waterproof, leather covered bed. He needed to get out of this place, it was so fully saturated with the scent of sex that he could lose entire days satisfying his lust thanks to it. Lust, or instinct? Raditz wondered, glancing towards Launch. She noticed him and smiled happily, and a hardened part of his heart couldn't help but soften for the girl. She was naïve. Foolishly kind, and so giving to him that she never asked for anything. He should feel guilty for using her like this but he didn't. He never did. 

"Master Raditz…?" She questioned, having finished her cleaning and noticing his eyes on her. 

"Did you need anything else from me? I could clean you, but it looks like you already did it yourself?" She asked sweetly, with a warm smile. Does she have a cruel bone in her body? Raditz mused, towering over her like a sentinel carven from stone. 

"Actually, Launch… There is something you can do. Go to Chi-Chi's room and give her this." He purred, and picked his dirty spandex shorts up off of the floor. 

The blue haired woman blinked slowly, taking in the item and his words. 

"...Why would I bring this to Chi-Chi's room?" 

Raditz smirked, then pulled the entire hamper of his dirty laundry mixed with Launch and Hasky's. 

"You want her to do our laundry? But I wash our laundry." The girl uttered in confusion, pointing at herself as if Raditz didn't understand. 

"Did I stutter? Take it to her. Oh… and don't forget this.." He purred deviously, picking up the cum soaked towels that Launch had used to clean herself, the floor and the bedding. Her pretty pink mouth hung open in surprise. 

"Y-Yes Master Raditz… I'll take this to her." 

"One last thing… tell her to wash it all by hand. I can't have a machine doing her work, can I?" He spoke snarkily, then chuckled, crossing his arms and letting his tail curl around in the air happily as he pushed Launch into giving him the desired reaction.  

"No. I suppose not…" Launch huffed, and Raditz felt joy spark in his heart at last as she scowled to herself and turned sharply away from him with the basket. She began to walk away before he caught up and stood before her at the threshold of the door. Raditz put his hands on his hips and leaned down for a kiss, which Launch sighed and gave in to, tilting her head back for a deep lip lock that left her gasping. They pulled apart with a smack and he stroked the side of her face, tucking blue strands behind her ear as he whispered into it. 

"What do you say to your Master?" 

Launch giggled with the tickling sensation in her ear, then answered. 

"Thank you, Master Raditz…I love you." She whispered in a candied tone, then kissed his smooth cheek. Raditz grinned and watched her walk away, slapping her bottom before she left the room completely. He was satisfied by her subservience, even if he didn't believe in such foolish claims of love, he knew that it was a useful tool for him. He wanted to spread enmity in the pure hearted girl and make them fight for him, because that excitement and conflict reflected the old ways of mating games in Saiyan culture. He would continue to spread his seed and sprouts of discontent until Chi-Chi came charging at him like a raging bull. 

If it meant he got to be naughty in the process, it was even better. It all added on to a pleasant distraction from the dark reality they were living in. 

When their savior came at last, it was with a great degree of caution. Nappa suddenly appeared in the bathroom with Panchy and Suno, and slammed the door behind him before addressing them. 

"What's the meaning of all your bawling, Bunny? The men are trying to work." Nappa huffed, clearly annoyed that he had to demean himself this way. 

"It's Suno, Mister Nappa. She was trying to hurt herself, you see… She doesn't want to have your baby anymore." 

"What?!" He barked, his attention now fully on the girl who laid limply on the floor, having exhausted herself. He looked her body up and down, and saw the red marks on her stomach from all the pushing she had been doing on her abdomen. This was not something he could allow. Nappa growled and lifted the red head up, swinging her over his shoulder. Bunny came close to his side and looked up at him curiously, wondering what her master planned to do with Suno. 

… 

Hours Later 

She awoke in near dark, but for a sole, flickering lightbulb overhead. Suno blinked wearily and observed her surroundings, then took notice of the cold shackles on her wrists and ankles holding her suspended in the air. Her breathing immediately began to quicken as she realized that she was locked up in the dungeon, her back pressing up against the St. Andrew's Cross she was crucified on. Her last memories were a blur, and she pushed them down much like the memories of her old life and how it ended. 

With the darkness surrounding her, the denseness of the basement air suffocated her breaths, and she began to tremble in fear that she would be left here to die. 

"HELP! HELP ME, ANYBODY!" She cried out hopefully, her screams ringing in her ears as they reverberated off the walls and seemed to be absorbed by the all encompassing depths of the dungeon. She glanced around herself and saw a table on which dried blood and bits of flesh had been left to dry on, and began to scream and cry once again. 

"Hey, it's ok! I'm down here too." A small voice uttered, and Suno quickly turned her head and trembled in relief when she saw the little boy named Gohan curled up in a ball off to the corner of the room. She wouldn't have noticed him if he didn't say anything.

"Gohan? Why are you down here? You're just a little boy!"

The Son boy frowned and adjusted himself on the floor to be sitting up to face her, despite his motion being limited by the four large iron weights chained to his ankles and wrists by chains.  

"Prince Vegeta said this is where I'll be sleeping from now on. The weights are to make me tougher. They put you down here for a different reason, though." 

"How could they do that to you? I don't like that mean Prin–"

"SHH! Don't say things like that! You never know who can hear us. Besides, you shouldn't stress yourself in your condition. Mister Nappa said you're having that baby whether you like it or not ." The boy whispered with a wisdom beyond his years, Suno staring at him in surprise. 

"I don't want to have a baby anymore, Gohan. Not in this place– not with the state of the world today." Suno said softly, holding back her tears. 

The small child was silent as he pondered on what to say, before his head perked up and a bright smile crossed his dirt covered face. 

"My mother always said a child is a blessing! Don't worry, I'm sure you'd be a good mommy too." 

Suno bit back a sob and tears ran down her face as she nodded to Gohan. 

"Y-You're right… Maybe it's not… such a bad thing." 

"That's the spirit! Do you want to play a game with me?" 

"A-A game?" 

"Yeah! It's called the quiet game! We have to be as quiet and still as a mouse, and whoever makes a sound, loses the game!" 

"Uh… Ok. How do we start?" 

Gohan responded by making a zipping motion over his mouth then becoming incredibly still and quiet, almost as if in a meditative state. Suno followed, gulping down her sobs and gazing listless at the brick wall opposite of her. 

Now that the game had begun, the sound around them ceased to make itself known. 

With the girl locked up and the child put down for bed, Vegeta, Bulma and Nappa came up to the club house. Bulma remained quiet as she rehearsed the lines Vegeta had fed her in her head, closing her eyes and committing it to memory as her master pulled her along with him until they were in the bar area of the building. 

Music was playing, the scent of cigars and the clink of glasses made an ambiance in the room, and as Bulma opened her eyes she almost forgot that this was a post-apocalyptic reality and not a regular old Saturday night on the town. She smiled and waved to a few of the other girls, who were dancing in front of the worker men as a reward after their long day of bricklaying. Bunny, Marron, Hasky, Chi-Chi and Ranfan were all gussied up in playboy Bunny leotards with fuzzy tails and perky ears, per Bulma's request. 

It was Nappa and Panchy's idea to have a little party to release some pent up tension amongst the denizens of the bdsm boarding house, and with Bulma's urging, Vegeta had finally relented. Tonight, the doors were open and they were serving drinks to anyone that wanted to walk in as a means of silent recruitment. A few humans that Bulma didn't recognize were sitting at the benches, and Hasky was bussing tables. 

Vegeta turned to Bulma and she smiled at him coyly with ruby red lips, her own black bunny ears giving her an odd, anthropomorphic type of beauty. 

"This better be worth it, woman. Or else." He uttered in a low tone, and Bulma giggled. 

"Don't worry your pretty little head, Prince. I know what I'm doing. After all, I am a genius." 

Vegeta's brows rose at her statement and he stared at her, astounded. His grip tightened around her leash and he pulled her tight to his body, their noses nearly touching. 

"A smart girl watches her mouth around her master." He gritted out, and Bulma had the gall to roll her eyes at him. He pulled her in impossibly closer until her breasts were crushed against his muscular chest, and a red blush broke out on her face as their guests began watching the little show Vegeta was giving them. 

"Yes, Master." Bulma conceded, and he released her so suddenly that she nearly fell as he pushed away from her. He tugged on the chained choker she wore underneath her cutesy bow tie and Bulma followed dutifully behind. Sometimes she wanted to shout and cry out in frustration with the way she was being treated. She was more than just a sexy body and a servant! She was a genius! But what did that matter to a barbarian race that prized strength above all else? 

Everyone's here besides our star pupil, Vegeta noticed with a grimace as he straightened out his tie and cracked his neck; feeling uncomfortable in the get up that Bulma had insisted he, Nappa and Hercule and Puar all wear to appear 'fancy' for the guests. With a white button down shirt and black slacks, the prince felt oddly alien and wasn't quite sure how he felt about these human conventions. She found the get ups in an old, forgotten closet and had been simply brimming with a joy that Vegeta himself had never witnessed in her before. When those dull azure eyes suddenly lit up and her excited voice perked up his ears, he felt like it would be a waste to not give in to this one whim, if only it would make her a little less miserable. 

Vegeta's mouth watered when a server walked by and he caught the aroma of tonight's supper. The carved, barbecue sauce smothered boar was being served atop a bed of sticky rice alongside sesame seed coated green beans glazed with a honey and soy sauce mixture. Chi-Chi also had made a cold cabbage and cucumber salad out of the vegetables in her little garden and what non-perishables she'd found on her grocery trips. There were even appetizers– bite sized morsels of hand caught fish tartare with lime-in preserved lychees. The star dish of the night was high class and the drinks were being made by Panchy, who was entertaining a crowd of men from behind the bar with her martini mixing that made her buxom body jiggle in all the right places.

Even the jukebox had been dusted off and was now playing the old music of earth from the 1920's and so on, a type of crooning, smooth jazzy music with discordant piano keys and sultry saxophones that were wailing on, filling the building with the spirits of parties long past. Once upon a time, around the 1940's this building was owned by a crooked pimp who roomed prostitutes in each bedroom, and allowed whatever the paying customers wanted to do down in the basement–including murder, as long as he was paid handsomely. Long before that, in the 1920's it was a bootlegging operation, hence the hidden closets and revolving bar that transformed into a bookshelf that would never be used. After that, it was passed from owner to owner, and saw many renovations and was retitled dozens of times until aptly titled "Satan's Den."

Vegeta listened to the strange music for a moment, glancing around the room as if he could see the delighted spirits frolicking about in the club. Thankfully, this music didn't nearly bother his ears as much as the metal tunes that Bulma had blasted all their eardrums out with upon Vegeta's arrival. The Prince walked into the middle of the room, looked around himself, huffed, then pulled Bulma along with him to be seated. Nappa parted ways with them to keep tabs on Panchy while all the weak human men gawked at her; though he didn't feel concerned by their presence in the least, she was still his pet and therefore his property. 

Hasky walked up to his table and pasted on an artificial smile. "Would you care for a drink, Prince? We have a variety of liquors…" She began, listing off many options. Vegeta glanced towards Bulma and she jumped slightly in place upon realizing he was waiting for her to order drinks for them both with an expectant glare. 

"Prince Vegeta will have the finest Negroni.. and I will have a White Russian." She gulped, looking back at him for approval. A bit of caffeine might help perk her up, she was certain she'd be up late tonight. The Negroni was made to stimulate appetite, and it suited Vegeta's bitter personality with its tart flavor, unlike the sweetness of a White Russian. Vegeta nodded and Hasky committed the drinks to memory. 

"Girl," Vegeta uttered before the platinum blonde had the chance to run off, and she looked at him for her orders. "After you order our drinks, go up and fetch Raditz, would you? He is, after all, the guest of honor. He will find his outfit in the dressing room. Make sure he wears it."  

Hasky's brows furrowed in confusion but she didn't question the prince, nodding hesitantly. 

"Yes, Master Vegeta. Right away."

Bulma looked towards him and smiled, grasping his ungloved hand from underneath the table.

"Did I do good?" 

Vegeta glanced at her with a curt nod and they exchanged a clandestine sense of understanding, which no one but them could comprehend. Vegeta reached his free hand slowly out to her, and stroked from the side of her hair to her throat, caressing her silky hair and soothing the tender skin of her neck with his bare fingertips.

Anyone else looking at them would assume they were two lovers gazing into one another's eyes, but it wasn't quite that way. It was, more or less, the gaze of a trained pet looking up obediently for her Master's approval. 

"You did well, Pet. You're a good… little kitten." He purred in a saccharine tone, and leaned forth slowly to tenderly kiss her, eating up her succulent lips with a wolfish hunger that she had no choice but to succumb to as his fingers traced down her body and he slipped his fingers between her legs. Vegeta stroked her heated pussy through her leotard as he held her body still by placing his katana between them both, the blade pressed against her stomach. Bulma whimpered through their locked lips and hot tears pooled in the corners of her eyes as she was drawn into his strong embrace, unable to escape without slicing herself open. He ripped a small hole in her blue stockings and his bare finger grazed her outer labia, parting them to get to the slippery center. 

Excitement made her body tremble and the scent of her fear mixing with her arousal made Vegeta's tail thrash and curl against the vinyl bench cushions, something about holding her captive this way, beneath the watchful stares of all the weak humans in the room made his chest swell with pride and his loins burn with lust. 

He was in control. 

"Do you like it when I stroke your filthy cunt, kitten? Do you feel the cold steel pressing against your guts, hmm?" He growled into the nape of her neck and bit into her collar as if he wanted to tear it off to get to her throat, to feel the pounding heartbeat in her throat with the tip of his tongue as she whimpered in ecstacy. His little ventriloquist doll would do as he said, when he said, and she would be greatly rewarded. Bulma trembled as she shook her head in compliance, gulping.

"Yes, Master Vegeta!" 

The blade jutted up and suddenly her breath was knocked out of her lungs as he pressed the sword harder into her, the blunt side forward. He tore off her bow tie with his teeth and went for the collar, easily snapping it off with one bite. Bulma's vision went nearly white as with this motion, her clit was being gently pinched and pulled between two of his strong, calloused fingers, making blood rise to the surface and causing it to swell with arousal. Her body became more sensitive to his stimulus before her mind could even consent, and she panted hard to regain her breath in between asphyxiation and manipulation. Her head was buzzing, and her strength was ebbing away as Vegeta's curved, red tongue crept out and licked her wounded throat, caressing the welts and scratches from her collar with his healing saliva. 

He bit down gently on her throat and held onto it like a tomcat securing his mate. Bulma squirmed in place, crying out helplessly as her mind, body and spirit were captured with pleasure. Her head swam as he used the slightest buzz of his ki to enhance her pleasure, bringing her quickly to climax. Vegeta licked the red circle where his teeth had indented her throat, and smirked as the woman seemed lost to her bliss with muffled wails of pleasure. He put the sword back under his belt where it belonged and slowly removed his hand from between her thighs, noticing how his fingers dripped with her moisture. A smug look came over him as he savored the evidence of his accomplishments, and licked his own fingers clean while she watched with a shudder, her deep blue eyes half lidded with pleasure. 

Her eyes had become midnight blue and the pupils expanded erotically with her orgasm, and Vegeta took note of her enhanced beauty. Bulma was exquisite to him more so now, with flushed red cheeks and an intoxicating aroma of tart strawberries and feminine musk that made his mouth still water for more of the secret flavor between her dampened thighs. Vegeta recovered quicker than she, and unclasped the chain from her busted collar and placed it around both blue stockinged thighs, clasping the lock with the chain. Bulma watched him in surprise, wondering why he latched her legs tight together like this. Surely he doesn't expect me to walk this way?  

"Once you fulfill your end of the bargain, I'll remove the chain. Until then, I want you to keep your legs closed… regardless if you have to piss, shit or walk…" He graveled with a cruel tone, her eyes widening as she witnessed her master switch masks as if it were like changing his clothes. 

"Why??" She uttered with a sob, before cutting it short with a hard gulp, as she had trained herself to do. 

"If you please me, I will please you. Understood? If you don't… I will punish you." 

"I…I understand." Bulma conceded with defeat, lowering her head and glancing down at her chained thighs still coated with her own shameful liquids. Why did I come so quickly from being tortured by him? It doesn't make sense. I hate this! 

"Your drinks, Prince. Also, I've brought Master Raditz with me." Hasky said as she set two glasses on the table and interrupted their private moment. Bulma removed herself from her emotions, presenting Hasky with a pleased grin. Vegeta slid her drink to her, the straw spinning around in the white and brown concoction. They were also given a plate of appetizers to go with their drinks, and Bulma couldn't hold back her enthusiastic reaction, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as they were placed before them. Vegeta took one by the toothpick and sniffed it haughtily; unsure about the earthling cuisine. He looked at Bulma and she presented her tongue for him almost on command. 

He placed the morsel in her mouth and she took it off the toothpick, making a face of delight as the flavors stimulated her taste buds, resulting in an emphatic "Mmm!" Vegeta took this as his cue and ate one as well, finding it acceptable. 

"My Prince, you asked for me?" A husky voice interrupted, and the two of them turned to look at Raditz. He looked like an emperor penguin stuffed into a three piece suit, veins sticking out of his muscular neck as his bow tie surely was cutting off circulation to his meaty head. 

"Yes, sit down with us, Raditz. Actually, before you do that, why don't you find your Ox Princess and have her take a break from her work in the kitchen to kick up her heels and enjoy a drink?" Vegeta suggested with a smooth, pleasant tone, before sipping on his drink. Raditz nodded obediently, bowing slightly to his superior before walking stiffly away, tugging at his bow tie grumpily. 

Something about the entire encounter made Vegeta and Bulma both start snickering, perhaps due to Raditz's discomfort, or maybe because their plan was coming along smoothly. Regardless of the reasons why, it was a well needed release for the both of them.  

Perspiration dripped down Chi-Chi's back as she balanced two trays of empty plates on both arms, then set them down on the counter to be washed. She sighed heavily and her back slumped in clear exhaustion, then wiped her brow with her forearm. This is mule's work! First washing Raditz's filthy laundry by hand, then slaving away cooking in the kitchen only to have to wash ALL the dishes myself afterwards! She thought with an angry huff as she scraped food off the plates into the garbage can. 

Chi-Chi wore a snug, purple leotard with floppy bunny ears on either side of her messy bun, which had wavy strands falling out of it. Her toned legs were sheathed in transparent red stockings with lace detailing on the thighs, which clung to her dampened skin like a glove. Once the plates were cleared off, she dumped them into the sink full of hot soapy water and washed her hands, dreading going back out into the bar again. 

"Ohoho… What do we have here? A sexy little rabbit?" A low, seductive voice startled her, and she jumped in place, nearly falling over in her black pumps. Raditz was standing there observing her, for who knows how long, with his burly arms crossed over his puffed up chest which was nearly bursting from the white button down shirt with red suspenders he was wearing. He'd taken off his bow tie sometime on the way to the kitchen and discarded it, and broke open the first three buttons so that a small patch of chest hair was revealed. Chi-Chi cursed herself for looking him up and down the way she had, averting her eyes shamefully. 

She stared down at the bubbles popping in the sink as she heard his footsteps nearing closer and the distinctive clink of a leash clasp. "It's time for you to take a break. Vegeta's orders." Raditz chuckled, hooking her deftly by the black collar around her neck. Chi-Chi braced herself and furrowed her brow at him as he began to rein her in, her heels skidding along the floor and leaving black streaks.

"Do you really believe you can resist my pull?" Raditz sneered, tugging a bit more on the leash. He was using nothing but his fingers, yet she was visibly straining to stay in place. 

"I don't want to go anywhere with you, pig!" Chi-Chi hissed at him, reaching for the clasp so that she could unhook herself. She quickly realized why that was a mistake when Raditz's eyes widened and he suddenly had her pinned against the sink, the hot water to her back. 

"It's not a question of what you want, woman. I am your Master. Or do I have to remind you how I punish disobedience?" He growled in anger, yet the excited gleam in his eyes told her otherwise. She struggled to get out of his grasp, wriggling her body, yet Raditz had both arms pinned to her sides, and her legs were trapped between his. Though Chi-Chi struggles desperately; her strength is quickly being sapped by her futile efforts. 

"Stay still or else suffer the consequences!" Raditz snapped, tightening his grip on her. Chi-Chi cried out and bashed her head against his chin, causing him to flinch back. Blood was flowing out from his gums and staining his bared teeth red, the sharp canines poking over his bottom lip. He hissed in reaction as Chi-Chi continued her rebellion, moving her knee up violently to hit his groin. Raditz only grunted slightly, catching her knee between his muscular thighs. 

"How dare you draw blood from me!" He gritted out, blood dripping down his chin as he licked away the salty flavor from his teeth. 

"I hate you!" Chi-Chi cried out, thrashing her head and what she could of her body to attempt to loosen his grip on her. 

"You will take that back! A loyal slave loves her Master!" He growled, and quickly regained control over her, bending her back over the steaming hot water and tying her wrists to the faucet with her leash, taking both legs and spreading them open wide and using his spiked arm cuffs to attach her ankles to the legs of the steel sink. 

The next thing he did made her gasp as he yanked her leotard down to her knees, exposing her nude body. Chi-Chi still refused to give in, struggling in her binds and shouting out in frustration. Raditz took a bar of soap off the sink and turned it over in his hands deviously, allowing her to see what he was holding. She frowned, tight lipped, and he snickered deviously in reaction. 

"Open up. Or else it'll be something else going in your mouth." Raditz chuckled, and when she refused, he put his fingers through her mouth and widened it so that the soap would fit. She gagged and coughed through the bar of soap as he held it securely to her mouth, and pressed his body against her naked, struggling form. He didn't allow her to feel his hardness, because then that would show her he was pleased by her nude body. Instead, he held her still by placing his arm around her midsection and forcing in the soap until her angry screams turned to helpless whimpers, and her eyes grew large and pleading, filled with tears. 

Raditz removed the soap, now indented by the shape of her teeth, and tossed it to the floor as she sputtered up foamy saliva that dripped down her chest in white streams. Raditz would've been tempted to lick them away if it weren't for the bitter flavor. Instead, he drew back and massaged the mixture onto her body, sudsing up her generous bosom that spilled out of even his very large hands. Chi-Chi's mouth burned and her energy was sapped from her struggling, so she had no choice but to allow the pleasant sensation. 

"What do you say now? Do you understand why what you did was wrong?" He asked tensely, holding her captive by her nipples in the case she gave another snide answer. Chi-Chi coughed and trembled from the strain of holding her back over the hot water, embarrassment marking her cheeks in red. 

"Y…Yes…I'm sorry, Master Raditz." 

He tweaked her nipples with this statement, and she clarified further. 

"I don't hate you…I–I ..I love you!" She shouted, and Raditz smiled, loosening his hold on her tender nipples. Though she had been forced to say it, something about her saying those words resonate differently in him than with Launch. With her, he felt like a God. With Chi-Chi, he felt like a lowly mutt licking at her feet, begging for scraps of food. Raditz's heart pounded in his chest, and he found himself lunging forth to capture her mouth with a greedy kiss, not caring that he could taste soap as he made grunts of need and ground his clothed erection against her pussy. 

Chi-Chi moaned in reaction, helpless against the pleasurable sensations she couldn't deny her body. She could feel her traitorous body already becoming heated and wet as his girth ground against her clit, the flavor of blood not even bothering her. Chi-Chi's mind was too swept up in how he kissed her so desperately, as if he needed her sweet kisses to live. Her eyes closed and she moaned softly, coiling her tongue against his and enjoying the grinding motions between their bodies which invited her shameless desires out to play, of his girth entering her most sacred place and making her a woman instead of a slave. 

She could almost feel the massive head spreading her labia apart and pressing against her opening, widening her walls so that he could push his silk wrapped steel into her plush walls, that cum weeping glans wedged up against her cervix as his warmth surrounded and invaded her all at once. 

"Master Raditz?" A demure voice questioned, and the both of them were startled, separating quickly to see Launch standing in the entrance to the kitchen. 

"P-Prince Vegeta told me it's my turn in the kitchen… So… You can let Chi-Chi go." She uttered softly, glancing at him before returning her eyes to the floor. As she looked down, two round droplets of water fell onto the floor and Raditz watched them fall, blinking with curiosity. Before he could question why she was shedding tears, she had taken off running, sounds of her sad cries following after.

"Launch, come back!" Raditz shouted, then wiped the soap from his mouth angrily and spit, turning his enraged glare over to Chi-Chi. Sparks of red electricity surrounded him, and an intense heat washed over Chi-Chi and nearly singed every hair on her trembling body. 

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME, WHY ARE YOU RUINING EVERYTHING?!!?" He bellowed, shaking her violently as she yelped out in fear of him. A deep, agonizing pain erupted inside of his chest with his declaration, and Chi-Chi looked up at him with widened eyes, gasping as if she realized the same thing he had all at once. He was…In love with her. The issue was, he didn't understand the feeling or know how to act on it properly without abusing her. He could not force her to love him back, nor could he force his love on her and expect her to react the way he required her to. 

"I'm not… doing… Anything, Master! Let me go, and I'll do whatever you want! Please, Raditz!" She whispered shakily, and he frowned as she was no longer the strong, ferocious, obstinate beauty he loved. She was frightened, begging and weak. A look of horror came over him as he realized that he had done a terrible thing, both to Launch and Chi-Chi. Any lingering arousal he felt quickly dispelled along with his angry red aura. Raditz began the process of freeing Chi-Chi, gingerly helping her to her feet, cleaning the soap from her body then dressing her all in complete silence, with zero eye contact. 

The last thing Raditz did before they left the kitchen was kneel before her and remove the cuffs from her ankles, his head bowed before her as for once, she stood above her master. Chi-Chi wasn't sure why, but she had the urge to rake her hand through all of his long, spiky hair, and she did, stroking it until he tilted his head back and closed his eyes, resting his head on her stomach.

"I'm… I'm sorry. I was reckless, and I almost hurt you and Launch…" He said so softly she barely heard it, but with his apology, a small part of her heart ached as well. No apology on Earth could fix all that Raditz had done to her, but the mere fact that he was capable of doing such a thing truly surprised her, and gave her a small inkling of hope that perhaps Saiyans were capable of emotional growth– evolution, to be more like a human! 

" Shhh. It's ok." She whispered, and felt Raditz's purr against her body. 

"Let's… Go sit down and have a drink." She said softly, and found he responded to her well, standing, and gently placing the other cuff on his wrist, attaching her leash to it. Chi-Chi's legs weakened but she was able to walk with his assistance, something the Raditz she'd met months ago now would never be considerate enough to do. 

Raditz struggled to understand why he allowed her to tell him what to do, he wanted to bury those burgeoning feelings deep inside of him, but it seemed he was utterly incapable. What had this weak Earth woman done to him?

 Am I destined to become a weakling like my brother? The longer I spend yearning for her, longing for something which I should not have, the more I wonder if what I am doing is right…  

Am I no better than the one we seek vengeance against? Or am I just a lowly dog who is gradually becoming tame by a gentle female's hand? Raditz wondered this, and glanced down at Chi-Chi curiously. As the woman walked proudly beside him, chin held high despite all she had suffered, he felt like perhaps being equal with a woman he respected was just as good as being worshiped by a woman he desired. 

After all, on Planet Vegeta, women were warriors and regarded as equals. 

Raditz's eyes widened as he recalled this, though it had been buried deep in his memory, and he audibly gasped in horror–to his own surprise and many of the denizens of Satan's Den. 

Where along the lines had the Saiyan's culture and beliefs been lost–along with all concepts of morality and value?! 

Chapter Text

A vast expanse of land lay utterly silent, for miles around there were visible signs of neglect; garbage scattered on the dead grass, overturned vehicles with decaying bodies inside, burn marks and craters that peppered collapsing buildings. Broken windows of looted establishments were like gouged eyes, blinded to the surrounding destruction. What little population remained took shelter in the buildings untouched by the Saiyan invaders or bomb shelters with dwindling rations.

Yet, in this desolate landscape there was one beacon of life; it was bright and booming with upbeat music and the sounds of a lively crowd. A tall brick building with flashing neon signs on all sides indicated the type of establishment it was. Like flashy fish lures decorated with glitter and neon colors, the buzzing neon signs that read: "BAR / LAP DANCES / DINE-IN" hooked the starving nomads hoping for a hot meal and alcohol to numb their pain. The striptease was a pleasant bonus that few could resist. The blaring music and chatter from inside echoed for miles, while the rest of Saiyan City lay still, dead, breathless. Goodbye blue sky, hello smoke on the horizon.

Satan's Den was lively with patrons who had come from all corners of the land to sample the irresistible delicacies inside which wafted out of the doors and infused the air with a mixture of succulent barbecue aromatics. Little did they know this scent came from what was once a sentient life form–not that human morality was relevant anymore.

With feet moving in step to the jazzy instrumental talents of Charlie "Bird" Parker and Dizzy Gillespie's song Bloomdido, Hasky made her way through the dining room, her bunny tailed bottom swaying side to side seductively as she held a tray to pick up empty dishes with.

Glancing back and forth curiously, she searched for a familiar head of blue or blonde curls, yet Launch could not be found in the dining room or entertaining guests. She ignored a rude tug on her tail; someone was likely trying to catch her attention so they could give her their order. Hasky took off, leaving the man holding a fluffy cotton ball in his hand. Thankfully, Ranfan had been watching and walked up to take his order.

Hasky's search took her to the pantry, where as she put her ear up to the door, she heard the sound of sniffling, then the sound of a metal can falling followed by a meek,' 'oops!' ' and she knew without a doubt that Launch was inside. She turned the knob and peeked inside to see Blue huddled in a corner, rubbing tears from her eyes with her knuckles.

"Hey, you know it's your shift in the kitchen, don't ya hun?" She asked softly, stepping inside the closet and shutting the door behind her.

"I know -sniff- can't someone else do it?" Launch answered in a weak voice.

Hasky squatted down before the bluenette, then reached up to catch a tear on her finger and flick it away.

"Chi-Chi's on her break and Panchy's the barmaid tonight, so I'm afraid not. Now, what's got you crying in here all by yourself?" She asked sweetly, allowing Launch to rest her head against her shoulder.

"I–I know it's stupid, but…Well, I caught Raditz and Chi-Chi kissing in the kitchen."

"...Yeah and? We both know Raditz is a man whore by now, honey." Hasky attempted to joke in order to lighten the load on Launch's emotions, but this only seemed to only make her more upset. Fresh tears flooded out as she attempted to explain further through gasps and sniffles.

"No, it's not that. I've come to terms with his promiscuity… as difficult as it is. I never thought he could be capable of love!"

"Love? How do you know?!" Hasky answered incredulously, now clutching the sides of Launch's heart shaped face to gaze into her big violet eyes.

"I just know! He begged her to say it back."

Hasky was silent for a minute as she attempted to process this news. Though Raditz was her master, she hadn't gotten close enough to him to begin having feelings other than lust or fear for the Saiyan. Launch on the other hand, had been his first captive and had trauma bonded with him until the point she had become a victim of Stockholm Syndrome and had fallen madly in love with him… her captor.

"Launch…I'm sorry. I know how much you adore that hairy bastard. If this was before, I would've told you to lose his ass! But this…This wasn't our choice! We can't choose who we love." She whispered softly and Launch's flow of tears began to ebb as she stared into Hasky's tumultuous teal eyes. Her friend, her lover, the one who had kissed her in the darkness and showed her tenderness and passion, unlike the roughness of Raditz.

"Are… are you crying too, Hasky?"

"No! I just have somethin' in my eye." She said in a shaky voice, rubbing one eye. Launch smiled, a small chuckle leaving her as she gazed at Hasky with a loving gaze.

"Thank you, Hasky. I should go back to the kitchen now before we get in trouble." Launch said, standing up with Hasky.

The blonde nodded and reached for the doorknob, pausing. Thoughts ran through her mind all in quick succession. She wondered if maybe… Maybe there was some way out for her and Launch. She couldn't bear to watch her friend's heart breaking over a murderous man who mistreated her, used her body and destroyed most of their planet.

Hasky's sole item on her body, besides her clothes when she was captured by Raditz, had been her .44 Magnum revolver. Raditz didn't know she had it when he liberated her from her hideout where she and her gang of thieves hoarded a good amount of cash and jewels. After he slaughtered her gang, the treasures had distracted the saiyan long enough for Hasky to grab her gun and a handful of bullets that she shoved into her boots. Her skills with stealth had allowed her to do it unnoticed, the noise of him shoving the treasures into a bag concealing her movements even to his hypersensitive ears. However, with no vehicles and only one weapon, the possibility of a successful escape was slim.

"Hasky? Are you ok?" Launch asked, accidentally tickling her back with her fingertips. Hasky began to laugh, her weakness to being tickled breaking her out of her thoughts and bringing a new memory back to the forefront of her mind. She recalled her mission to take down Goku and steal his dragon balls and a laugh came out of her that wasn't due to her ticklish back. Young Goku had stolen his dragon balls back by first flashing her his prepubescent testes, then tickling her silly, causing her to drop the dragon balls.

Hasky turned around and looked at Launch with a new energy, pulling her close and planting a passionate kiss on her lips. Launch received her kiss with a contented sigh, resting her hands on Hasky's shoulders before the two parted.

"We should try to act normal around everyone for now. I know it's hard, but we'll have to be loyal to Raditz until he decides he no longer wants us. He doesn't love us, Launch. Not like how we feel... about each other." Hasky uttered with a trembling voice, pulling Launch back in for a tight hug so that her tears wouldn't be noticeable to the other girl.

Launch sighed into Hasky's hair and smiled. "Even if Raditz doesn't love me… At least we still have each other, Hasky."

"You got me, babe. For however long you want me, I'm yours." Hasky soothed and Launch giggled back and sang, "I got you, babe!", which were lyrics to a song that came from a different universe, it seemed.

Hasky wiped her tears away then placed her arm around Launch's lower back protectively as they walked back to the kitchen together.

Scarlet red lipstick left multiple prints on her tall glass of coffee liqueur and milk, giving Bulma the satiated look of a cat who got the cream. Her body was still buzzing from Vegeta's reward, her thighs squeezed into the leash which was wrapped around her legs to keep the blood pressure thumping in her swollen clit. It was like a heartbeat between her legs, pulsing rhythmically.

A tortured moan left her and to her surprise, Vegeta's ungloved hand squeezed her thigh. The Prince's eyes didn't leave his plate of barbecued Oolong, but his skillful hand stroked and groped her blue stockinged leg as if were a sentient entity with its own desires.

"Soon." The single word came to her ears and this time it was her heart racing. 'Soon?' What's soon? Is he going to take the leash off my legs? Bulma wondered, gazing up at her master.

"Clear your plate or you get nothing." He added and her heart sank. Bulma frowned and looked down at her plate. If only I didn't fill up on White Russians! Taking a deep sigh, she lifted her fork to her mouth and ate some of the salad. It was tasty, of course, Chi-Chi's cooking was always delicious. The cooked boar was succulent as well, she wasn't sure where exactly it had come from but she had no issues eating it.

After Bulma had cleared her plate, Vegeta's finger tapped the edge of the plate and he looked at her with a devilish grin. "Let me see how much you enjoyed your dinner."

Bulma blushed, glancing around the crowded room. She knew how he expected to clean her plate and perhaps she was tipsy enough to do it.

"Now." Vegeta reiterated, his grip on her thigh turning tight enough to bruise. Before it could get to that point, she lowered her face and began to lick the plate while he watched with a thoughtful gaze, resting his cheek in his hand.

Is it pleasurable for him? Or maybe entertaining? Bulma wondered as her tongue worked to clean the flavorful juices off her plate.

"Good pet. You need some more meat on your bones." Vegeta muttered and she realized that perhaps it wasn't about power or pleasure at all this time. He really just wanted her to gain weight. She finished licking and righted herself with a blush.

"Is that how we wash dishes, Vegeta?" A familiar voice snickered and the couple snapped to attention, taken out of their own private moment. Raditz had returned as promised with Chi-Chi, who was red in the face and rather flustered looking.

"What took you? Wait, don't tell me." Vegeta snorted, crossing his arms and pushing his empty plate away. Bulma couldn't help but stifle a giggle, but it didn't escape the Saiyan's heightened hearing. Vegeta suddenly sat up straighter and looked more confident, his own metaphorical height looming over Raditz's at that moment. Raditz lowered his head and a guilty expression passed over his face so fleetingly that Bulma almost missed it. Before Vegeta could even comment on it, Raditz's stoic facade returned.

"Just business as usual, My Prince." He answered and Vegeta accepted the answer. He didn't want to know what business that was, either. He had more important matters to discuss.

"Ah, well. Can we get some service over here?" He sneered loud enough for Ranfan to hear and the curly haired vixen turned around to face him. She quickly moved to serve the prince and took Raditz and Chi-Chi's orders. Vegeta ordered another plate for himself, then glanced down at Bulma.

"And you? Would you like anything, Pet? I believe they've made dessert." Vegeta said in a suspiciously saccharine tone and she hesitated to answer. She was uncertain if he wanted her to say yes or not. She knew he wanted her to eat, but he also became mad and punished her the last time she had cake at dinner. The idea caused a surge of heat to go through her core and she stifled it with a small grunt of discomfort.

"W-why don't you decide for me, Master?" She answered, gulping. Vegeta's brows rose and he smirked at her.

"She'll take dessert. To go. First, more liquor and food for the table." Ranfan nodded, her bunny ears bobbing. Bulma watched the waitress take off, then turned back and made eye contact with Chi-Chi. A look of shared confusion passed between them, then Chi-Chi's morose expression gave Bulma an inkling of insight.

Dessert to go doesn't necessarily mean a reward, does it? Bulma thought, swallowing an anxiety-laden lump down once again. Maybe more drinks were a good idea, at least…that way she could feel less of her punishment. She wasn't sure how many more whippings her bottom could take and she wanted to avoid his wrath if possible.

…

Raditz cleaned a short rib bone with his teeth, practically purring as he enjoyed the remnants of Oolong's barbecued body. Once he was finished, he set it aside and placed his arm around Chi-Chi, reclining in his seat contentedly. Bulma could have sworn the Saiyan with a lion's mane was about to start licking his hands and cleaning his face like a cat. She had to stifle a laugh, covering her mouth. Now on her third White Russian, she was beginning to get pretty drunk. Bulma didn't fear Vegeta's wrath quite as much because he'd been downing twice as many Negroni's at this point. It seemed like it took more liquor to affect Saiyans, but she was certain he was beginning to feel a buzz.

The Prince was oddly friendly and his deep chuckles filled the dining room as he and Raditz reminisced about old times purging planets and even older tales of their home world.

"Do you remember Gingera? She sure was something, wasn't she?" Raditz said with a suggestive tone while subtly testing out Vegeta's memories of Planet Vegeta.

"Hn, Gingera? Wasn't she that moon trooper Nappa had the hots for?"

"Yeaaah, man, was she buff. These Earth women are nothing like our Saiyan women. Ours were respected for their strength, remember?" Raditz asked anxiously, hoping that sparking Vegeta's memories could help enlighten him as well.

After Raditz and Chi-Chi's rendezvous in the kitchen, he recalled the fact that in Saiyan Culture, women were regarded as equals, unlike the rest of the galaxy. He'd forgotten his own culture after being in space so long, with all the slave women they'd encountered it just sort of became commonplace and nothing to really balk at. Pleasure Slaves on other planets didn't resist or become traumatized by doing sexual favors like Earth women, they also lacked the shame that seemed to burden their own slave women and would willingly sell their bodies to make a living. It wasn't a reputable trade per se, but it paid well and a fat wallet gets you farther than intact values when living in a society built on capitalist values.

"Of course I remember, I may have been a child then but I wasn't an idiot. My mother was the most respected Saiyan woman on Planet Vegeta!" Vegeta snapped back testily.

"She certainly was. My apologies, your Highness." Raditz hid his embarrassment behind his beer mug, taking a couple large gulps.

Vegeta shrugged off Raditz's silly comments then sipped his drink, glancing over at Chi-Chi. The Ox Princess had to be the closest thing to a Saiyan female he'd ever seen. Most Earth women were weak and frail, but this one was oddly hardy and tenacious. Yet now, as he looked at her, her eyes would not meet his as she poked at the untouched pork on her plate with a fork.

"If you want to earn our respect, you should eat that meat, woman. Raditz procured this meat for you, and on our planet that could be seen as courting. You should feel honored to have this opportunity."

Chi-Chi's eyes widened and she and Bulma shared curious glances.

"Let's not forget, tearing out the heart of her former lover and serving it to her roasted on a spit!" Raditz cackled.

Chi-Chi looked up at Vegeta in horror, then to Raditz, who stroked her shoulder. Chi-Chi tried not to show her distaste for such gruesome tales, instead pasting on a smile and giggling nervously. Bulma seemed slightly more invested in their stories than Chi-Chi, and leaned against Vegeta's shoulder as she nursed her drink.

"Really? Your culture is SO interesting! I've never had a man do anything like that for me! Well, besides Master Vegeta, you always make sure I eat enough." She giggled, stroking Vegeta's bicep flirtatiously. The alcohol helped her play the sensual slave woman she needed to be to keep the Prince in good humor, and Chi-Chi took after her lead, downing the rest of her Raspberry Mojito and waving at Bunny to make another drink for her from underneath Raditz's heavy arm that rested around her shoulders.

"Tch." Vegeta grimaced, "Pathetic earthlings. They're weaklings, so I suppose they don't mind bedding women of the same pitiful caliber and breeding even weaker offspring. I prefer my women tough." He sneered, causing Bulma to frown slightly. She certainly was tough in spirit, but in body? She supposed she could use a little work in that area.

Raditz distracted her from her thoughts as he picked up a piece of glass off the table and crushed it between his fingers as if it were a dead leaf; his fingertips were so callused that the shards didn't even draw blood.

"It's true, strength is highly regarded in our culture. In fact, we look for the most tenacious, tough women to be our lifemates. You have to be tough to both rear, and birth pups. If you girls are lucky, perhaps you could have that honor… However, you won't get any stronger if you don't eat your meat."

Chi-Chi's cheeks blushed and she hesitated to eat until the glare of both Saiyan males on her became so intense that she stuffed a piece into her mouth just to take their eyes off of her. Once tasting it, she hummed with pleasure and began eating it with gusto as Bunny strolled over and delivered her drink with a pleasant smile. Raditz laughed and slapped Chi-Chi on the shoulder, grabbing it and shaking her just hard enough to make her breasts bounce around.

"That-a girl! Soon enough you'll be as strong as Gingera, and the slaves will have to follow Nappa around with a mop to collect his drool!"

Vegeta and Raditz roared in laughter, clinking their glasses together in a toast and accidentally breaking both glasses. This made them laugh even harder, and Bunny gasped in surprise.

"Oh, dear! I'll get some towels to clean up this mess and fetch you boys some fresh drinks!" Bulma's mother gushed apologetically, then ran back to the bar and back in record time. It was a wonder she could move so fast in high heels but she did so gracefully. Bunny bent down and began wiping off Raditz's beer soaked slacks with a towel, the pleasant stroking sensation on his groin distracting him for a moment.

Bulma signaled to Chi-Chi while her master was distracted with her pinky and thumb up to her face in an archaic 'call me?' signal, one that the Saiyans wouldn't understand. Chi-Chi took this as a hint to talk to her later and slyly gave her the okay symbol. Not long after, Bunny was done cleaning up the mess and Marron had returned to gather their plates, but before taking the plates, she set something interesting on the table.

It was a black box wrapped with red ribbon and it had a small tag on it that read "Prince Vegeta." The Saiyans looked at the box with curiosity, Raditz plucking at one of the ribbons. Vegeta quickly snatched it away from him and growled, "Get your own, hairball! This has my name on it!"

Raditz huffed and grabbed Marron by her long blue hair and yanked her back, the tower of plates in her arms rattling as she teetered on one shaky leg.

"You'd better come back with one of those for me, or ELSE, Giggly-Tits!"

Bulma and Chi-Chi snickered at the goofy name, one that Nappa had given the girl after one too many bottles of rum for her proclivity to giggle when she was nervous, making her E-Cups jiggle around so much she caught the attention of every male in the vicinity.

"Yes Master Raditz! R-Right away!" Marron yelped, and he released her hair with a smug grin. He liked getting what he wanted and even though Raditz had no idea what was in the box, or the human concept of a 'present', he saw himself as Vegeta's equal and therefore desired the same treatment.

Vegeta snorted and shook his head, he would've rolled his eyes too if that were a Saiyan-like thing to do. He crossed his arms and looked at Bulma expectantly, tapping one finger on his skin tight blazer sleeve. She realized that he was still waiting for her to live up to her promise and gulped down the last of her White Russian. Vegeta suddenly got up and tilted his head to the side, towards the VIP room where men were receiving lap dances. Raditz understood the gesture and got up quickly, glancing back at Chi-Chi before he left with the prince.

"Leave the slave women. They'll be fine with Puar watching them. I'm sure they have some… catching up to do." Vegeta snapped his fingers to call over Puar, then walked toward the VIP room with his tail swishing back and forth behind his back. The girls observed as Raditz followed after and Vegeta glanced back at Bulma over his shoulder. A shudder went through her as with his glare, his voice suddenly came into her head. Don't forget your promise! I'm giving you an opportunity to tell her now.

Bulma nodded back to him quickly, still shaken over the odd experience of having someone speak into her head telepathically. The scientist in her found this fascinating, but she had scarce opportunity to ponder over it. Puar came over shortly after, still in his guise of a blue Bengal tiger, except now he wore a suit. Bulma glanced up at him and the cat averted his gaze from her, standing guard over the two women with his burly arms crossed. After what happened to Oolong, Puar wasn't taking any chances. As far as he was concerned, Bulma was nothing but a slave to him and she understood that Puar kept up this guise because it was pertinent to his survival.

Bulma grit her teeth and attempted to ignore how all the liquor in her system was ballooning her bladder. She was going to have to relieve herself very soon. She couldn't do that with a leash clasped so tightly around her sweating thighs. Bulma groaned and fisted her hands in her lap to attempt to release the tension, squeezing her eyes shut as she prepared herself to tell Chi-Chi the story she and Vegeta had scripted together beforehand.

"Oh, thank goodness. I thought they would never leave!" Chi-Chi whispered to her through a cupped hand. Bulma nodded in agreement, though it wasn't Vegeta who she was uncomfortable in the presence of. Raditz frightened her even more, he was a known letcher and she'd seen the marks on Chi-Chi, Launch and Hasky from his rough treatment. She pitied Chi-Chi, the poor woman had been stolen away from her husband and child, two people whom Bulma knew Chi-Chi treasured deeply. Yet somehow, the Ox Princess still managed to hold her head high, even as Raditz's current trophy slave.

"Yeah, it'd be nice to get a little break once in a while, wouldn't it?" Bulma sighed, resting her cheek in her hand as she played with the curly ribbons on the black box.

"You're telling me… You should see what that… that beast puts me through… I don't even want to talk about it!" Chi-Chi said curtly to cut herself off before she could become emotional, slugging back her fourth Raspberry Mojito. Her hand trembled slightly as she drained the glass and Bulma reached across the table to place her hand over Chi-Chi's free hand.

Chi-Chi gulped down her drink, observing the blue haired girl with black bunny ears on her head looking at her with a pleading expression.

"Chi-Chi, I have to tell you something important before those two get back. It's about Gohan," Bulma said softly, grasping Chi-Chi's hand a bit tighter to hint at the importance of this conversation.

The brunette's mahogany eyes grew larger with interest and she leaned over the table urgently to hear what Bulma had to say.

"Do you know where they took him? Oh, Bulma! I'm hopeless without him!" Chi-Chi cried out and Bulma shushed her, not wanting the party guests to hear her over the swanky blues stylings of Pink Anderson. Most of Satan's Den's diner had emptied out for the guests to watch the striptease that Hasky was giving at the moment, the rest of the denizens sprinkled throughout the rest of the club and the VIP room.

"Now, please try not to get upset. But… The other day, Vegeta took him outside and attempted to 'train' him to be a soldier… he chained me to a pole and made me watch. It was terrible… He beat him into the ground, Chi-Chi. By the time it was over, Gohan was beaten and bloodied until he was unconscious. Vegeta took him down to the dungeon and he has him chained up in there!"

"What? NO!" Chi-Chi gasped, her horrified expression breaking Bulma's heart as she finished telling her mostly true story. It was exaggerated to incite horror and grief, like Vegeta had wanted.

"We HAVE to get him out of here, Bulma! I don't care what happens to me, but I won't let that monster kill my baby!"

"Shh! Calm down! Vegeta told me that he's doing this to make Gohan stronger! Apparently, whenever a Saiyan is near death, they get some kind of power boost afterwards. He's training him to be like him—it was ALL Raditz's idea! Vegeta took it really seriously, though… You know how he is."

Chi-Chi stared at Bulma, tears running down her cheeks. Bulma's eyes filled up with tears as well but she tried to keep herself from showing it.

"What are we going to do, Bulma…? I can't just let them kill him! Gohan is an angel, he could never be like those ruthless animals! You have to help me!" Chi-Chi pleaded, lunging over the table and grabbing the other woman by the shoulders. Puar uncrossed his arms and stepped forward once, ready to take action.

Bulma looked around herself quickly, noticing a few people looking at Chi-Chi after her outburst. She shrugged Chi-Chi's hands away with a jerking motion, shoving her back into her seat. "Be quiet! Do you want to get caught?!"

Chi-Chi was shocked by Bulma's actions, but that didn't last long. Her brows furrowed and she clenched her fists, standing up and glaring at her.

"How dare you! Don't you know that we're in this together? Or do you just like the idea of being a bad boy's whore princess like you've always wanted?"

Bulma gasped, her face paling as Chi-Chi's unexpected change in attitude surprised her. "Chi-Chi, I… I'm only trying to talk to you as a friend,"

"We're not friends anymore, got that? I don't want to speak to you EVER again!" Chi-Chi screamed, then reared her hand back and slapped Bulma across the face.

Puar grabbed Chi-Chi and restrained her from attacking the Prince's slave any further, holding both her arms behind her back as she angrily struggled to escape.

Bulma was still in shock, her cheek throbbing after Chi-Chi's hand left a red welt there.

Chi-Chi's disturbance caused cat-calling, whooping and laughter from the drunken crowd, who were eager to see a cat fight between the two beautiful, bunny costumed girls. The rest fell silent and there was a sudden heaviness in the air as a glowing light radiated from the back of the dining room where the VIP lounge was. Bulma gulped, something told her that Chi-Chi's actions wouldn't go unnoticed by the Saiyans inside.

Goku dusted off his hands with a satisfied sigh, looking up at the newly built farmhouse he and the others had spent the last few days building. Now that Goku's injuries from his last encounter were all healed by Samuel's magic beans, Goku was feeling a bit more confident about his abilities. He had yet to test them out, though he planned to soon.

Though the home lacked any paint or amenities intended solely for attractiveness and convenience, the small house would serve its purpose to house the tired farm workers after long days of laboring. New workers from Piccolo's castle had arrived two days ago and were currently out in the fields working with Tien and Yamcha. They took shifts to rest in between working on the house or working the fields. The new workers had brought new tools with them, mules to pull plows along with seeds, clones of plants from their abundant gardens and their superior farming knowledge. They were currently implementing this and building irrigation channels that brought ice melt down from the mountain situated over Central City and into the dry fields. Hopefully now they would actually yield a crop satisfactory enough for their Saiyan master's tastes.

It was strange, though. Since Raditz's last attack on the farm, they'd not seen, nor heard a peep from their master. Oolong and Puar hadn't come around to check on them, either. The small group would've been tempted to run away if it weren't for Goku's insistence to stay where they were and grow stronger. Going on the run would only tire them out more, enrage Raditz and go against Goku's moral code. He was not the type to run away and hide. He would stay right here and keep working until the time was right. His senses told him that Gohan and Chi-Chi still lived, though he was unsure about his place in Chi-Chi's future. Things were grim as is, and Goku tried not to think too hard about what Raditz could possibly be doing with his wife while she was in his possession. What Chi-Chi did was for her survival and not by choice, that's what Goku tried to tell himself.

Thoughts of what Raditz could be doing to her now only fueled his desire to get stronger, and Goku spent all of his spare time training by whatever means he could find. This wasn't just about Chi-Chi, though. Though he loved her, Goku was aware that things may never be the same between them if and when they escape the oppression of the Saiyans. Goku turned away from the building and looked towards the winding dirt road that led out of the farm. If they were to make the long trek through the Ox Kingdom, they would pass by his house, Yamcha's old hideout, then Aru Village where he and Bulma first encountered Oolong and liberated the villagers. Satan City, now Saiyan City, was just beyond Aru Village, which was likely in ruins.

Goku frowned and thought hard about his options. There were the Dragon Balls, of course, but he thought they'd be best reserved for the aftermath of whatever the future held for them. Goku refused to use their great power to undo the arrival of the Saiyans or save their own hides by the easy way out. Plus, he wasn't in possession of the Dragon Radar and wouldn't know where to find it, either.

Goku looked up at Frypan mountain and sighed. Then of course, there was Ox King. The Castle was dilapidated and his strength had faded with the years and lack of training. Master Roshi had moved his house somewhere conspicuous to avoid the Saiyans and Goku had no way of contacting him, so he left his old Master alone. He didn't want Roshi to be involved with this ugly tragedy, that would only put him in harm's way.

There were only so many options that Goku could pursue, why he could fly to Korin's tower and pester the 800 year old feline once again and beg for his help, but that would also be futile. Goku already had exhausted the feline's training options years ago, surpassing Korin's strength in no time. The last readily available option would be to contact Kami and ask for his help. Surely Kami was upset by the events on Earth, right? Wrong. When Goku had flown to The Lookout recently, Kami and Mister Popo were nowhere to be seen. It was odd and certainly unexpected… Where could Kami have possibly gone? Did he perhaps travel elsewhere to find help beyond his own strength? He could only hope.

"When you look at it from a father's perspective, it's certainly a long way away, eh?" A familiar voice sounded from beside him, snapping Goku out of his ruminations. He turned to see who had spoken, seeing Samuel's friendly face. His skin was rich as a coffee bean and leathery with age, yet the wideness of his contagious toothy smile beneath a salt and pepper mustache caused Goku to smile back.

"You have children?"

The old rancher took off his hat and rubbed his balding head with a whistling chuckle.

"Oh, I've many children on the Earth,"

Samuel paused, looking to see that Goku remained silent, and alert, so he continued speaking.

"Although, my type of fatherhood looks different from your own. Yours comes from your blood, while I look after all Earth's children like a father would. I watch over, yet I do not intervene. If I were to intervene now, I'd skew potential future events. Events that must happen in order for our world to heal. Sometimes, you must let a virus such as this run its cours–"

"NO!" Goku interjected, "I'm sorry, Samuel, but you're wrong! A good father helps his children when they can't help themselves. If it were anyone but my son, then perhaps I'd jump in sooner to save him. But right now…It's too soon. I have faith in Gohan. If Raditz took him, then Gohan must be strong! I just have to become stronger than Raditz first before stumbling blindly into my own doom, and dooming everyone else in the process!"

Samuel closed his eyes and nodded slowly in agreement as if he were tired. Goku frowned and slightly regretted snapping back like he did, but he just couldn't agree with Samuel's methods.

"I don't know who you think you are… If you're the Earth's 'father' as you say, why haven't you done anything? Why would you sit and watch the world you love burn into ash?"

Samuel leaned on his gnarled walking stick as he gazed up at the sky.

"This world… You don't understand it. Our existence is just a blip in time in the grand scale of things. Civilizations will be wiped away time and time again. They will be reborn, and fall again. It is harsh, but it's the natural way. The invaders understand this. Why do you think they came and destroyed everything? All that remains is your people's vanity and greed."

Goku stewed, his friendly façade now dropped and his fists clenched in anger as he breathed heavily.

"You're. Wrong." He growled, and this caused Samuel to raise one brow in surprise.

"Are ya pissed off yet?"

The bristling Saiyan's eyes narrowed and he neglected to answer, but Samuel knew he was correct by the way Goku's brows furrowed in anger.

"What are you going to do? Are you going to let the world burn? Are you afraid to admit that your wife is lying down for the enemy, your own flesh and blood? Why, blood must not mean much. Must be why it spills so easily."

"That's enough. Say another word and you'll regret it," Goku clipped out without hesitation and stepped closer while Samuel backed away in turn.

"Who are you, really?"

Without noticing it, the pair had grown an audience. Whether it was Goku's raging ki that alerted them, or Samuel's words, the others stood around the pair in suspense. Yamcha and Tien shared in Goku's anger, the both of them looking ready to swing at Samuel at any moment. They hadn't liked him from the beginning. He was too nice. His arrival was too convenient and his self-righteous nature made them want to knock him down from whatever tall pedestal he'd erected for himself. The only one on Samuel's side now was his horse Pepper, who hoofed at the dirt and nickered anxiously.

"Are you not grateful for all I've done, why if I hadn't shown up when I did, you could've died from that battle with Raditz!"

Tien and Yamcha stepped forth to stand beside Goku, joining their friend defensively. Tien was the first to speak on Samuel's contradicting actions.

"Is that not going against your own beliefs? You intervened in a matter that was not your business!"

Yamcha nodded and put his hands on his hips, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

"Yeah, and where did you get senzu beans anyway? We went to Korin's tower, the senzu bean plants stopped flourishing when Kami and Mr. Popo disap‐-" Yamcha stopped his sentence mid thought, startled by the way Samuel suddenly began laughing.

They all looked on in confusion as the old rancher laughed until he was nearly out of breath, putting his hat back on and pulling it over his eyes to hide the tears that were leaking out. Pepper tilted his head at his master in equal confusion. Krillin voiced what they were all thinking at the moment.

"I don't get it. Something is fishy here… If you have senzus, but the senzu plants aren't producing… then, how did you get them?" Krillin pondered, then another thing made his eyes light up with realization.

"And what about the refilling canteen?! You gave it to us a week ago and the water still hasn't run out!"

Goku placed his hand on Krillin's shoulder and shook his head as if to tell him he'd said enough.

"Ok, 'Mr. Caine', if that is your real name. I think it's time for you to come clean. We appreciate all you've done to help us, and we've been completely honest with you! It's your turn to be honest. Who are you?"

"Come on, Pepper." The cowboy gestured to his horse and Pepper clopped over, its dopey expression and fat midsection making it look just as suspicious as they were of Samuel. He took the bridle off the horse and like magic, it began to transform right before their eyes. The group all blinked in disbelief as the horse slowly transformed into the familiar character they knew as Mr. Popo. Samuel followed immediately after and raised his hat, revealing himself to be Kami.

"I am sorry that I lied to you all… I wanted you all to stand on your own feet without thinking it was my doing. Additionally, I must avoid revealing my true face about the Earth. I hope you can all forgive me… I know my methods must seem unclear."

Goku's ki flare diminished almost immediately and he blinked in surprise, wondering if his eyes were working correctly.

"Wait! It is you!" He exclaimed, then let out a goofy belly laugh. "Wow, Kami! I would've never thought you had it in you!"

The Earth guardian grumbled, quickly using his transformation magic to change out of his cowboy get up and back into the traditional robes he was used to.

"Grr… If you weren't Kami… I'd, I'd!-" Yamcha seethed with a shaking fist, unable to finish his threat as Tien held him back and laughed nervously.

"Come, Yamcha. Surely Kami has his reasons… Though he certainly has unconventional methods."

Yamcha relented and stood beside Tien, still huffing with anger. His rage seemed to recede into a simmer as Tien stroked his back with one hand, and they waited to see what Kami had to say for himself.

"I'm afraid my welcome here has expired. I have done all I can for you. Well, except," He whispered, then stroked his chin with one hand.

"There is one thing… But only two of you can go at a time. I don't know when Raditz will return, so it'll have to be right away."

The group glanced back and forth at one another in confusion, wondering what Kami's idea was.

"That's a splendid idea, Kami!" Mr. Popo chimed in happily.

"I believe that Master Kami means to introduce you to the Room of Space and Ti–" "Mr. Popo, have patience!" Kami hissed, but Goku was quick to step forth.

"It's ok, Kami! We don't really have time to waste. I forgive you for misleading us all. But it's ok, because you helped me out and I know your intentions were noble," he said with a soft smile, and Kami nodded weakly.

"Yes, Goku. You know me well. I can explain more about my training room soon, but I truly must return to my post. I can only bring two of you at a time, for reasons I will explain upon our arrival at the Hyperbolic Time Chamber."

The group looked amongst themselves to decide who should go first. It was clear that Goku was the most eager, and Yamcha and Tien seemed to not want to part from each other by the way the two clung together with Chaotzu in the middle. The only one remaining was Krillin, Goku's oldest and most loyal friend.

"Well, old friend?" Goku chuckled while extending his hand, Krillin gulping in response.

"M-Me? Are you sure you don't want someone more, uh…on your level?"

"Nope. I want to go with you, Krillin. Are you coming?" Goku asked, his hand still offered. Krillin snickered sheepishly as he took his hand.

"Well… I feel like I can't really say no. As long as you're with me, I'll go!" He said with renewed vigor, and upon Kami touching Goku's other hand, the four of them including Kami began to sparkle with blue light before disappearing, leaving Yamcha and Tien looking on in astonishment.

After a long moment, Yamcha chuckled bashfully and glanced at Tien.

"Well… I guess we'll have the place to ourselves tonight."

Tien blushed and his hands moved down to cover Chiaotzu's ears.

"Shh! We can't be thinking about relaxation when Goku and Krillin are going off to train for our sake! We'll have to work as hard as we can and train all night to make up for their absence."

Yamcha's excitement over spending the night with Tien in the newly built house deflated and he looked dejected, though he knew that his companion was right.

"I suppose you're right, Tien." He pouted, looking up at the sky and seeing that it was nearing evening. A night full of training after working the fields all day didn't sound very good to him.

"Are you sure? Maybe we should rest up. We don't know what's in store for us next, anyway and it's getting late. We should make some dinner and prepare the fire." Yamcha relented, though gentle in his tone and phrasing.

Tien was silent for a moment before letting out a long breath. "A bath sure would be nice in that heated tub we set up. Would you go fetch the water while we build a fire, Chiaotzu?"

The white faced boy nodded and flew off without questioning a thing, leaving the pair alone in the desolate yard. The rest of the workers were retreating to the barn where they had bedding, and the two had a rare moment to themselves.

"A bath, hmm?" Yamcha teased, poking Tien's burly chest with a nervous giggle.

The taller man refused to give in to Yamcha's teasing and instead leaned down to whisper something in his ear.

Yamcha's bronze cheeks turned a rosy shade and his eyes widened exponentially at the surprising tease Tien had fired back.

"I–I'll get wood! I mean, the f-firewood!" He sputtered, then took off towards the wood pile as Tien stripped his shirt off and slung it over his broad shoulder, heading towards the house with a pleased smirk on his face.

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It was a clandestine space, dark and warm from the heat of gyrating bodies beneath red spotlights that shifted to blue, purple, yellow then green. Vegeta crossed his arms and leaned back in the cushy leather couch as a dancer shook her fleshy rear in his face, then grazed his body with her backside, sitting on his thighs and grinding  her hips. While the rest of the men in the room seemed overjoyed by the lap dances – including Raditz, Vegeta refused to let this sordid activity rile him up. He pushed the girl off him and huffed, finding the entire act just as deplorable as the first time. 

It was then, when he took to chugging down the last of his seventh Negroni that Vegeta realized something was… different .  He'd never been a huge drinker before his arrival on Earth, he'd sipped on a glass of wine from time to time at Frieza's celebratory banquets – celebrating all the achievements he accredited to himself, of course. Wine had only ever given him a light, pleasant buzz. The alcohol was hitting him harder under the flashing lights, and for a moment the Prince let the tension in his back loosen and rested his head against the comfortable headrest of the couch. 

Without even realizing it, he'd slipped into slumber and was currently being lounged on by three of the dancers. The girls giggled as they stroked his chest and flexed biceps, and dared to sit on his lap and rut there like cats in heat to attempt to make him stir from his drunken slumber. Raditz only laughed as the three discussed their plan to wake him up with a blow job. 

Currently, Vegeta was completely oblivious to all that was happening in his surroundings. His eyes darted beneath his sleep heavy lids, and a dream unfolded.

He was back on Planet Vegeta, in the colosseum where men battled beasts, wrestled one another and died. The bleachers were filled with screaming spectators that demanded blood be spilt; the primal nature of the Saiyan race on full display. The King and Queen sat up high in a raised observation box flanked by guards. The entire crowd fell silent as his father raised his hand – the signal to proceed. It was then that Vegeta realized everyone was staring at him and waiting for him to… do something. 

He looked down at himself at last, and saw that he was holding a rope in his hand. He followed the path of the rope and gulped upon seeing who was on the end of it. It was Bulma, her body covered in dirt and scratches, her blue hair snarled and coated in dirt and blood. Vegeta's hand tightened on the rope slightly and she flinched upon seeing his eyes on her. 

Vegeta's brows furrowed as he looked from the rope, then to her, and lastly up to the stands. 'This isn't right… Why is she here?' He wondered, then looked around the bloody battlefield as the roar of the spectators grew louder; their hunger to see a fight growing increasingly voracious the longer they waited. He turned his head and his breath caught in his throat upon seeing his slave girl's opponent. Chi-Chi was standing across the arena, yet she looked much less worse for wear than Bulma. Not to mention, she was free of wounds and he could visibly see her musculature through her scant garments. Something puzzled him, though. 

Her handler was a tall man with spiky hair who resembled a third class soldier he knew as Bardock, but he had a scar on his cheek and this Saiyan did not. Also, his demeanor was completely different. He rubbed his slave's shoulders and whispered something encouraging into her ear, infusing her with confidence. Vegeta's confusion morphed into understanding as Bulma's opponent was released from her binds and began walking towards them. 

Vegeta gripped the rope and began to tug it, making Bulma stumble into him. He wrapped his arms around her protectively, then picked her weak body up and held her bridal style. The crowd began to boo at him upon seeing this, and whether or not he tried to avoid confrontation, Chi-Chi was charging towards them like a raging bull. Vegeta went to aim his Ki charged hand at Chi-Chi, but he was quickly intercepted. 

Goku transported across the arena in a blink, that annoyingly blissful, blindly cheerful smile still on his face. 

"Hi!"

"Wh-Who are you?" 

Goku grabbed his wrist and kept him from shooting down Chi-Chi.

"That's not very fair, is it?" 

Vegeta growled and tore his hand from the other Saiyan's grip. 

" None of this is fair! You expect Bulma to fight that.. that beast of a woman and win?" 

Goku cocked his head slightly at him and looked at Chi-Chi, who was still raring to go. 

"Well, you've taken everything from me, so maybe I should take what's precious to you." 

Vegeta was left speechless by the stranger's words, his mouth hanging open in surprise. Then, before he could stop it, Bulma was torn away from him with a pained cry and he was struck with a wall of agony that washed his vision in white. 

It took him a few moments to regain his bearings, then he opened his eyes and groaned as he took in his surroundings. Three unfamiliar women were sitting around him and staring at his face inquisitively. They'd noticed he was dreaming about something intense and gave up their plans to wake him up with a happy ending to his dream. He furrowed his brow and attempted to remember what he'd been doing in the VIP room and why the girls were on his lap, but Chi-Chi's angry shouting and the subsequent sound of Bulma's pained yelp threw him into action. Before any of the dancers could even object, a wave of red energy pushed them all off of him and blasted them into the walls. Vegeta didn't give any of the injured a passing glance, he was too busy charging across the building towards his Woman , no! Slave. 

His vision tunneled and he pushed past everyone in his way, his angered aura searing anyone who dared to cross his murderous path. Vegeta honed in on Bulma's ki signature and his steps quickened until he was standing before her in a flash. By the time Vegeta had woken, Puar had already restrained Chi-Chi and Bulma was relatively unharmed besides a red mark on her face. Yet… even just this small mark fanned the embers of his anger into a roaring fire. He claimed his property and picked her up the same as he had in his dream, holding her gently as if she were his virginal bride. 

Bulma took his embrace gratefully and threw her arms around his neck, murmuring her cries of thanks. Vegeta's attention was so honed into Chi-Chi that Bulma's words were lost on him, and he was ready to eliminate the threat if necessary. He flexed his hand and felt his ki gathering into his palm, but before he could raise it, Raditz was standing before Chi-Chi protectively with one hand gripping her leash. 

"Move aside, third class. She's disrespected my property and my authority, she deserves punishment!" Vegeta seethed, yet Raditz shook his head and his face hardened with his own anger. 

"No. I'll punish her myself. You'd better put your hand down, or else we lose half the leverage we have on Kakarot." 

Vegeta hissed in anger and closed his fist, knowing Raditz had a good point. His intoxication had him acting like a fool, revealing all the feelings he'd buried long ago. Before he could embarrass himself any further, he flew to the privacy of the bathroom.  

…

Her head was reeling. Within seconds, Vegeta had liberated her from Chi-Chi's wrath as if he were her knight in shining armor. Bulma looked up at him and he avoided her questioning gaze as he opened the door to the women's bathroom and locked the door behind them. Bulma was wondering why Vegeta had liberated her then taken her to the bathroom, of all places when so much of the night was left to enjoy. But, she was almost relieved because this hopefully meant that he would give her some relief from the chain around her legs. 

Vegeta stood there for a long moment before gingerly letting her down onto the floor, noticing how she seemed to struggle with the way her thighs were locked together. He hesitated to say anything for a moment, closing his eyes. Maybe it was the alcohol, or perhaps those women had actually done something unsavory to him while he slept, but he was having a hard time calming himself down from the rush of all that had happened in the last few moments. 

Bulma noticed this, and how her hands still rested on his powerful shoulders that seemed to be suffocating in his tight blazer. She stroked his hard, muscular shoulders that were tight with his tension, and attempted to give him some relaxation. 

"Aren't you my darling hero?" She cooed softly, and pulled on his tie to loosen it. He grunted and looked down at her through his lashes, hoping she wouldn't notice how his face was reddening as she unbuttoned his blazer then the white shirt underneath. Bulma's face burned as she freed Vegeta from his restricting garments and exposed his bare chest. She gulped and slipped both hands into his open shirt, stroking his strong pectorals, his shoulders, then reversing the path and sliding down to his grooved abdomen. 

"Woman… What do you think you're doing? You dare touch me without my consent?" He muttered, stopping her hand just as she slipped her fingertips under his waistband. Bulma giggled and her cheeks blushed prettily. 

"You need to relax, Vegeta… Let me help you." 

"You're drunk, or else you'd not be this foolish," 

"Hmm… I think you're more drunk than I am." 

Vegeta gulped and released his grip on her hand. Well, if he really was more inebriated than she was, maybe she would excuse him from anything that happened while in the secrecy of the bathroom. Hopefully she'll forget everything by morning.  

"Fine, help me relax… and I'll finally give you that reward you deserve." He growled in a low purr, so near to a growl that she jumped slightly and her heart raced. 

"What would you like me to do?" She whispered, and was quickly answered by his chuckle. 

"Why don't you decide for me, Pet? Aren't you the genius here?" He snickered.

Bulma bit her tongue and regretted all those times she'd bragged about her intelligence, yet nodded in her compliance. 

"Ok then… just stay perfectly still." She whispered, and gave him a gentle kiss. Her red lips left traces or lipstick on his mouth as she gave him tender kisses, and teased the inside of his mouth with her tongue to distract him from what her hands were doing. Vegeta eagerly returned her kiss, his husky groans vibrating into her lips as she slipped one hand into his pants.

"Oh, Master… you're so hot." Her warm breath breezed into the nook of his shoulder as she nibbled at the tense tendons of his throat, attempting to ease them into a relaxed state. She licked the delicious drops of his salted perspiration from his rough skin and grazed her teeth against his throat, her body trembling as a powerful growl rumbled against her. Vegeta fisted his hands and his tail began to lash around as she dared to bite him, to make marks against his throat with the strength of an annoying mosquito. 

"What are you doing?" 

"A little something called foreplay, to get you turned on… Or do you saiyans just stick it in, dry?" 

Vegeta's cheeks burned with embarrassment and he chuffed with derision. "Tch! What's it matter? Can't you tell when a man is aroused?" 

"Oh, I can tell you're aroused… but it's more fun if we draw it out. You have to tempt… and tease… until finally… whoops!"   Her hand was met with an incredible warmth as she slipped her fingers through the coarse hairs leading from his abdomen to his groin. Her fingers trembled as she felt something even hotter than that, and she circled her hand around the base of his shaft. 

"You have them like putty in your hands… or should I say, like a rock… " Bulma sighed in her most seductive, breathy voice, openly marveling at the girth and heat she felt with a gasp as she dragged her palm against his length. It felt like a vein was thumping against her palm like a heartbeat, and she was absolutely certain that her teasing had worked on him. 

As she worked his shaft with one hand, the other worked to unbutton his pants and free him from their confines to give her more range of motion. Vegeta stayed perfectly still and for once, he trusted someone. He had little fear of the weak slave girl, and he highly doubted she could do anything to hurt him even if she wanted to. Additionally, he was still slightly swaying from the over half a quart of Negroni liquor traveling through his system and he had to stabilize himself on the edge of the sink.

 Once Bulma had liberated him from his pants, she knelt on the floor before him and faced his groin with a nervous gulp. She attempted not to stare at his erection as she closed her eyes and opened her mouth to taste the results of her foreplay, her tongue poking out to gently lick the fluids seeping from his glans. Vegeta shuddered and gripped the edge of the sink tight enough to cause hairline cracks as Bulma began licking and sucking his head while working his shaft with both hands. 

She let her mouth and hands do the thinking for her, her mind was distracted by the way kneeling on the floor with her legs chained together caused the pressure in her bladder and the damp heat between her thighs to build. The high-waisted leotard was wedged up into her labia and as she rocked forward to take his length down her throat, her thighs flexed and squeezed her clit, causing it to throb. Her wetness made it even harder to resist moaning around his erection, but before she could stop herself she had already let out a hoarse moan that vibrated into his skin. 

Vegeta's hips bucked forward and his free hand landed on the back of his head as he mashed her face into his groin and bottomed out into her throat. Tears ran from her eyes as her entire throat was stretched by his inhuman cock, and regardless of how much she gulped for air he would not let up. "Don't you remember what I taught you, Pet?" He panted out as he thrusted into her throat and grabbed a large handful of blue hair, his heavy testes laden with ages of patience hardening and sucking up towards his shaft as he teetered on the edge of climax. 

Bulma took a deep breath through her nose and felt relief at last, sticking out her tongue to make deep throating more convenient for the both of them. The water training had prepared her for this. 

"Good Pet, now stay..like.. that–!" He snarled, snapping his hips into her chin, the strings of her drool lubricating his length and making it all the easier to slide down her throat and fuck her esophagus with the head of his cock. Bulma's eyes rolled back and she did as ordered, one of her hands reaching into the tight gap between her legs to rub herself and relieve some of the throbbing in her clit. The other freed her breast from her top and she pinched her nipple to attempt to distract her mind from her gag reflex.

Bulma opened her eyes and gazed up into her master's fervent gaze as they worked together towards their mutual climax, the heat of their bodies steaming up the mirror and making the floor grow slippery beneath them. Bulma struggled to hold in the insurmountable pressure from her bursting bladder and her throbbing clit, her continued stroking causing her walls to tremble and dampen with her impending orgasm. 

Vegeta was near his end as well, and his thrusts grew sloppier and slower as he leaned into her mouth. Bulma took initiative and began to imitate his thrusts with each bob of her head as she whimpered and forced her fingers through her stockings and leotard so they could enter her soaked pussy. Vegeta's fingers tightened on the sink when the scent of her arousal wafted up from below, and he released a shuddering groan as he came undone and spilled down her throat, cum spurting into her mouth and onto her face as she withdrew with a gasp. Bulma cried out in a mixture of ecstasy and agonized euphoria as she climaxed and the erupting dam of hot liquids exploded onto her thighs in a mixture of feminine skene and aromatic urine. Her fingers continued to pump even as the liquids sprayed out violently and coated her thighs, the pleasant sensation of release was enough to make her sob with joy. 

The sink shattered in unison with the vigorous squirts from her orgasming walls, Vegeta's hand trembling as he watched and speechlessly took in the erotic sight of his Slave woman lost in her own world of pleasure. Once the tremors from her climax stopped, Vegeta reached down carefully and picked her up, walking her towards the shower to give her a well deserved shower and break the chain that bound her. He stepped inside with her still fully clothed and released the latch on her soaked thighs, dropping the chain on the floor and doing away with her stockings and leotard like they were nothing. Once she was stripped, he turned on the water and set her on the floor of the tub with her legs spread. 

Bulma was so comfortably numb that she remained docile and posable like a doll, wholly trusting in her master and not questioning any of his actions. It felt wonderful to be freed of the chains and her clothes, and it was even more wonderful once Vegeta let the water cascade over her body to rinse away the sweat of the day and the traces of her urine. She hummed in pleasure and closed her eyes as he concentrated on her pussy longer than was needed; Vegeta seemed to enjoy seeing what sort of reactions he could get out of her. He moved to her breasts and sprayed them as well with the soft setting until discovering the massage setting, which he directed at her clit. 

Vegeta snickered deviously and his cock began to harden once again as she squirmed and moaned from the tickling, prodding sensation of the water. She clearly enjoyed it and her body was craving penetration. Something didn't feel right about giving into that craving, though. Vegeta turned the water back to the soft setting and let it run down his back as he knelt before her. Bulma turned her face and smiled dreamily at him, welcoming him to do whatever he pleased. 

As much as he would enjoy breaking in her pussy, part of him felt like entering such a space was too powerful of a connection to be trifled with. Instead, he lowered his face and he tentatively licked her clit, watching how this made her twitch with excitement. He snaked his tongue out and tasted the savory remnants of her cum and tangy urine, his pupils dilating and his cock hardening as the enticing flavors urged him to enter her offered palace and break down the doors and shatter the windows with his brutality. Yet, Vegeta only fisted his stubborn erection with one hand and continued to do the thing called 'foreplay', enjoying every sleepy squeal and husky moan she made. 

He could feel her blood pulsing through his tongue and he sucked her clit into his mouth to exacerbate the throbbing, until it was swollen and her voice was hoarse with her howls of pleasure. Vegeta put his fingers in his mouth and wet them, then pushed them into her entrance as his mouth began to glow lavender along with his fingers, gentle waves of his ki gathering into his hand in a way he'd never utilized to satisfy her to the utmost of his ability. 

"Vegetaaa! Ohhh, Master, please!" She screamed in ecstasy, then her hips rocked forward and her walls clenched down on his fingers hard before they were slicked with her orgasm and he quickly moved his mouth to drink the translucent skene pulsing out of her in waves. He grunted in unison with the thrusts into his tightly cupped hand, and came onto the floor of the tub, making a puddle that spread with each rope of semen that escaped. The water soon washed this away as well, and the two sat there beneath the shower, attempting to catch their breath. 

Vegeta couldn't take his eyes off the way with each breath, her breasts rose up and then back down. Her body was looking healthy and sensual; clearly the feedings had done her some good as he could no longer see the definition in her ribs. A smile came across his face, and though he tried to wipe it away, it kept coming back even as he wrapped the sleeping woman up in a towel, dressed, and brought her upstairs. 

The party downstairs was still going but the two of them had more than enough alcohol in their systems, evident by the way Vegeta stumbled up the staircase and almost dropped his precious cargo. Bunny and Nappa were working the bar when they witnessed all that happened. First, Chi-Chi slapped Bulma. Then, Vegeta flew out of the VIP room like a flash of light so quick that they barely even saw them. Then, the noises coming from the nearby bathroom alerted Nappa's sensitive ears to what was going on. 

"Heh, at least Vegeta's finally getting some action. I tell ya, getting his balls wet is probably the best thing that's happened to him. I'm sure It'll shave years of stress off." Nappa chuckled as he dried a glass with a towel. 

Bunny tutted as she poured a drink, then slid it towards a customer. Her daughter becoming a sex slave to the prince of a race of barbarians wasn't quite what she had in mind, but she supposed if Bulma could keep Vegeta satisfied and happy perhaps she would save the world from any more devastation. Once she saw the two go upstairs, her annoyance with the situation changed to sympathy and she decided to head up after them with some hydration and snacks for the two tipsy lovebirds. 

She knocked on the door multiple times before hearing Bulma slur, "Who is it?" Bunny giggled, for a moment feeling like she was actually her mother again and not stuck pretending they didn't know each other.

"It's your mot– I mean, Bunny." 

She could hear the two muttering to each other, then a male voice. 

"What do you want? We're busy." 

"Oh, I just figured I'd bring you lovebirds some dessert and some drinks…"  

"Bring them in." Vegeta snapped, and Bunny opened the door. She smiled in her blissful, loveable way as she presented them with a tray that had a pitcher of a mixed, non alcoholic drink on it, and the black box that Vegeta had been gifted. 

"Ooh! What's that?" Bulma gushed, sitting up in bed and almost revealing her nudity to Bunny. Her mother's cheeks pinkened as she set the tray down on the bedside table and attempted to not stare at the half naked hunk standing guard over her daughter. 

"Oh.. just some things to keep you from getting hangovers in the morning. Make sure you drink up…" Bunny said with a choked back sob, and turned away, leaving the room quickly. Once the door closed behind her she was able to let her sobs out, and ran back downstairs to the comfort of her Master's strong, warm embrace. 

"What's wrong Bunny foo foo?" Nappa whispered, stroking her back and glancing around himself to see that no-one was paying them any attention besides the 'Champ' who was sitting at the bar, hugging a beer with a knowing smirk on his face. Hercule raised his glass to Nappa in cheers, and the Saiyan huffed and turned away. 

Bunny struggled to explain what exactly was wrong. She wasn't upset because Bulma was clearly sexually active, she had been actively flirting with grown men since she was fifteen years old and she was having sex with Yamcha by her seventeenth birthday. Technically she should've waited one more year, but Bunny kept her daughter's secret from her father and instead slipped condoms into Bulma's purse, so at least if they were going to do it they'd be safe. 

"Oh Mister Nappa, I just… I suppose it's hard to see her like that and not be able to ask if she's alright, does she feel safe? Is she happy?" 

Nappa nodded and drew back to look down at his pet, with her fluffy blonde hair and her big blue eyes filling up with tears. He stroked the side of her face as gently as possible; while she was his pet he'd learned how to touch her in ways she would appreciate, he learned how to be gentle and patient with her– as she was a sensitive little human, who could get hurt easily if he wasn't careful. 

"Don't worry. Vegeta's not going to hurt her, Bunny. I can tell… Something in him has softened when he's around her. Like me and Raditz, Vegeta's starting to…Feel. He's feeling something other than rage for the first time in his life and… it feels good." 

…

Nimble hands worked to unbutton his shirt, revealing Raditz's chest. Chi-Chi tugged it out of his slacks as he stood there unmoving, saying nothing at all. He allowed his shirt to hang open and grasped her hand before she could remove his belt. Chi-Chi relinquished her hand with a gulp and watched as he removed the belt himself. 

Her master was oddly silent and seemed to be stuck in his head, whereas the Raditz she knew would be overjoyed by the opportunity to punish her disobedience. 

"...Master Raditz? Is everything… ok?" She asked after a beat, wringing her hands together as she watched him test the strength of the leather belt with a metal buckle. 

"Can we t-talk about Gohan? Bulma told me–" 

"No! Be quiet, bitch." He muttered coldly, then slung the belt over his shoulder. 

Bitch?! Chi-Chi thought incredulously, Raditz had never called her such! Perhaps she was too used to being called his Princess, and forgot the true reason she wore a leash and collar. She was nothing but a bitch, just a stray dog who would ultimately be bred to make hybrids until she was too old and used up. 

Her brows furrowed and her fists trembled, then her anger was momentarily quelled by her surprise. Raditz yanked her by her leash so hard that she fell to her knees, then he began pushing down her head. Chi-Chi was expecting to be pushed into his groin, but instead she was faced by his boots. 

"Start licking, dog." He demanded, and though Chi-Chi heard his order, she still resisted, attempting to keep her face from touching his boot. Her neck trembled against the strain of him pulling the leash and her resisting his pushing, and eventually she broke with weakness, landing face first on his boots with a pained cry.

"The more you resist, the harder it's going to be! Just clean my boots, unless you want something worse?"  

Chi-Chi looked up at him with a pleading gaze, and gripped his pant leg. Her angry, tear-filled eyes seemed like they were cutting through his heartstrings and searing through his bloodstream. 

" Why? You never punish me like you have today. I'm sorry, ok? I won't talk to Bulma again!" Chi-Chi attempted to reason with him, gripping the fabric of his pant leg so tightly it was dragging the slacks down the grooves in his abdomen and revealing the hairs trailing towards his groin. 

Raditz grit his teeth and buried his fingers into her messy bun, making the bunny ears she wore crumple. 

"Every time before, you enjoyed your punishment. You'll never learn your lesson if every punishment turns to our pleasure!" 

Chi-Chi yelped as he gripped her hair, and fresh tears fell down her cheeks. She didn't know why, but her chest also ached, much like his. It was hard to admit to herself, but she would give up all respectability to have him spank her with a wooden spoon, now. At least then, Raditz was spoiling her with his affection and the pain was quickly relieved by pleasure. 

"I promise I'll behave! Please, don't make me do this! Don't you remember how good it felt before? I can be your Princess again, Raditz! You can have me!" Chi-Chi cried, then was rendered speechless when he shoved the toe of his boot into her open mouth. 

"Shut up and do it! NOW!" He snarled viciously, shoving her head into the bed with his boot as she struggled to gain her composure. She was being held in place firmly with no hopes of escape, her throat constricted so much now that she could only take burning breaths through her nostril as her saliva mixed with the dirt on his boots, and mud leaked down her chin and onto her ample cleavage. 

Chi-Chi may have been stubborn, but she wasn't stupid. She was tough, wasn't she? She would prove it to him… She would prove to Raditz that she deserved to share the same ranks as him, much like a Saiyan woman. Her pleading gaze turned to one of passion, and Chi-Chi gripped his boot with both hands as she began to stroke it and suck it, allowing more mud to drip down and dirty her collar. She did her best to imagine that instead of a dirty old boot, his thick cock was filling her mouth once again.

Raditz's nostrils flared and his mouth pressed into a flat line as he watched her demeanor change, and his boot quickly became wet with her saliva as she sucked the dirt out of the crevices and licked them clean. "Master" her muffled voice slipped out between the salacious sounds she made, and her pretty face became covered in dirt as she licked the sole clean as well. She gagged while doing so, as granules of dirt crept down her throat and made it itch. 

Chi-Chi continued her sloppy salivations on his shoe until her jaw and tongue was aching from use, and drool was dripping from the patent leather in muddy streams. At last, he pulled back his boot and kicked it off in a motion that seemed to her like disgust, it hitting the wall as she attempted to wipe the filth from her cheeks. 

Raditz removed his shirt and handed it to her to clean her face, dropping her leash as he left the bedroom to walk into the bathroom. He kicked off his other shoe in anger, breaking the tiles with it. Raditz's body trembled with rage, his gut rolling with nausea. He covered his mouth and attempted to conceal his gorge as Chi-Chi carefully stepped after him, curiously inspecting her master's actions. 

"What's wrong, Master? Are you…sick?" She questioned with concern, then saw the other shoe on the floor, and her eyes widened as he leaned over the toilet and hurling sounds followed. Chi-Chi gasped and ran to him as her nurturing side revealed itself fully, and she began stroking his back and whispering soothing sentiments to the sick saiyan. She didn't think a Saiyan could get sick, but Raditz's current predicament was sufficient proof that they did. 

"Shh… it's okay, everyone gets nauseous sometimes, Raditz. Do you need me to fetch anything?" She soothed, combing her hands through his lustrous mane and holding it back so none of his hair was soiled. A few heaves later, Raditz closed the lid and flushed it, his head lowered as he attempted to get himself together. 

Chi-Chi offered him a glass of water to clean his mouth, and he used it three times, handing it back to her to fill with water once again until any trace of acid was gone completely. After the last swish, he seemed to be recovering. After all, the healing process of a saiyan was expedited compared to humans. 

"Here. Clean yourself up." He said, handing her the cup. Chi-Chi nodded and took it, filling it up with water then swishing it around to remove the taste of dirt from her mouth. Raditz retired to the bedroom and stripped off his clothing, laying down and waiting for his slave woman to return. Chi-Chi washed her face, then returned to the bedroom and observed the nude Adonis laying on the bed in wait for her embrace. She blushed and began removing her clothing without even being prompted, anticipating that it was time to be intimate with her master. 

Raditz observed her silently, resting his cheek in his palm. He admired the way tiny lines streaked her breasts, tummy and hips, like silvery little bolts of lightning. The results of bearing a child, he surmised. He gazed at her with adoration as she released her hair from its tangled nest and used her fingers to comb it until it was neat and landing just above the cleave in her sumptuous rump. He patted the mattress beside him, and watched as she crawled toward him on her hands and knees, the leash dragging between her legs. Once Chi-Chi was close enough, he reached behind her neck and removed her collar, throwing it to the floor. 

She wasn't sure how to react, except by touching her neck and taking a deep breath to appreciate her freedom. Duty prevailed over her own feelings, though, and Chi-Chi turned her face towards his groin only to see that he was only partially aroused. She gasped when he took her by the chin and turned her face to look into his eyes. 

"Did you mean it?" He simply asked, and she swallowed hard in anticipation of her answer. 

"Did I mean…" 

"I can… have you?" 

Chi-Chi lowered her head, and fisted her hands against her thighs as tears landed there. 

"You want me… only for the use of my womb…?" She uttered bitterly, unable to look into those dark eyes of his, the ones that reminded her so much of her first love's. Except, what Raditz's eyes lacked was Goku's infinite kindness. There was something there for sure that mimicked kindness, but only for a price. 

"Well, that's a difficult statement to dissect…" Raditz said softly, then took her hand.

"I want you. Physically… but also…" He seemed to struggle, and sat up to face her while he was working up the courage to say what he wanted. He interlaced his large hands with hers, their fingers locked together in mutual prisons as Raditz moved closer to look into her coy eyes. 

"There's a different want we Saiyans have that humans lack. Yes, I want to breed with you, to see your belly swell with my seed would give me such pride. But there is no shame in that, is there? Is it shameful for me to want to own every part of your body, to mark you inside and out as mine?" 

Chi-Chi blushed and was speechless, her mouth moving slightly as she struggled to process. 

"It is an alien concept, no?" Raditz asked, yet it seemed more like a statement. 

"I am an alien, I understand that. I came here and I invaded this planet, I wreaked havoc and I did so many things that justify your hatred of me. But look at us! Look at how our fingers fit together, how we could fit together. We can procreate ." He paused to look at her with all seriousness, and by the sparking in her eyes, Chi-Chi was beginning to understand… to perhaps, even begin to feel something different than anger or sorrow. 

"How can my body look so human, but my mind is so vastly different?" Raditz pondered aloud, then laughed at himself for becoming aroused at a time like this. Chi-Chi giggled softly, and before she could protest, he gently pushed her onto her back and kissed her softly on the lips, his erection wedging snugly between her thighs. He pressed their hands into the bed and kissed her mouth, neck and chest, the tip of his erection growing wet as it nuzzled against her wetness. 

He pulled back from their kiss, and looked at her curiously. Chi-Chi's hair was spread out around the bed and her cheeks were flushed with arousal, her eyes meeting his so deeply that he thought perhaps he could read the woman's mind. He could, if only she were a Saiyan. Or… his mate.

 "I want to mate with you, Chi-Chi. I want to take you away. Would you stay with me after everything ends? Even if…My brother lives?" 

Chi-Chi squeezed her eyes shut upon hearing this, and turned her face away. 

"I can't answer that, Raditz! How can you expect me to just— just abandon him?" 

"I'm not asking that… I'm just asking… for you to be abandoned with…me. To let me in…let me inside. He doesn't have to know." 

Chi-Chi turned back and huffed at him, slapping him on his muscular chest. 

"Fool! I'm not that kind of woman!" Chi-Chi hissed, then something in her gaze changed as she looked up at him. 

"You have to promise me, Raditz. You'll help me free Gohan, won't you?" 

Raditz gulped and his shaft throbbed with fresh blood as he nodded eagerly and gnashed his teeth. He leaned down then, and whispered softly into her ear. 

"You must know, his imprisonment was not my plan… Vegeta took my idea to train him and ran with it. I'm… so sorry, Princess. I promise, we'll free him." 

His hot breath tickled against her ear, and Chi-Chi was unable to take the temptation any longer. She had Raditz in her grip, and she wouldn't let him go back to the savage who laid waste to her planet. If she must go out at the end of the world, she may as well go out as a martyr. For her son… for her once husband…. Or only for herself? 

Her hands slipped down his wide back and them to his smaller waist, and she pressed down on his back. Raditz gasped as warmth surrounded him, and the tip of his cock entered her folds. 

"Prove it to me, then. Prove to me how badly you want me!" Chi-Chi cried out, then with another push, she shoved all of him inside of her until hot tears pricked her eyes and her walls stretched around the rock hard erection now completely filling her vagina. After that, there was no going back. Only in, again… and again. He thrust into her with the despair of a dying man clawing at the lip of the elixir of life; the hardened ridge of his crown scraping against her deeper chasms and slicking them both with her moisture.

 Chi-Chi wailed as he took her bottom in his palms as well and he pressed her body into the mattress with each plunging, the sound of their hips clashing with their ragged breaths as Raditz seemed to be racing towards his finish. He'd waited so long for this, and he hadn't expected Chi-Chi to put him inside her the way she had. It was so arousing to him that his built up lust for her rose up in his chest and his loins throbbed for release. Before he could even back out, his orgasm hit him like a brick wall and his vision went blurry as a hot pool of his cum flooded her womb and Chi-Chi's subsequent climax milked his cock until every drop was mixed up inside her. 

They kissed, and he remained inside of her, moving softly until he hardened once again. Chi-Chi moaned upon feeling the familiar sensation she'd longed for so long, to have a man at her mercy as he buried himself in her and whimpered in pleasure, his weeping cock leaking cum into her swelling womb. 

She held him and closed her eyes as Raditz grunted, his strong body working to please her as she crossed her legs over his back and his tail latched around her ankles to keep them in place. 

"You're mine! My mate! I love only you, Chi-Chi!" Raditz howled out amidst the throes of their passion, and her resulting answer made his body shudder with bliss. 

"Raditz, I love you! I do, I do, oh KAMI, I can't stand it anymore!" She screamed for all to hear as she climaxed once again and she and Raditz looked towards the ceiling as both came in mutual orgasm. Once he recovered from their explosive experience, he pulled her body up gently by the shoulders, licked her chest, and sank his teeth into her breast as his fangs oozed a venomous aphrodisiac…. Forever marking her as his mate; rendered a true slave by the intoxication rushing through her veins. 

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  “Look before you leap, For snakes among sweet flowers do creep.” - German Proverb

"Because we focused on the snake, we missed the scorpion.” – Egyptian Proverb 

Lines duplicate, fray and triple before blurring back into one solid line as the mahogany irises stared up at what they now realized were rays of moonlight refocused. Chi-Chi blinked, and suddenly the world around her was aflutter; every sense was alive and her body still hummed with the aftershocks of her multiple climaxes at the whim of her Master… Or was it, mate?

  That word, it's familiar, yet alien… Animals mate. Chi-Chi silently mused: 'Humans have recreational sex for pleasure or with the intent to conceive a child. Does that mean that like animals, we also have this innate urge to mate which goes beyond the human psyche? Is it instead a deep, primal urge that we are so unaware of that we think we are choosing our partner when in reality, the primal beast lying dormant within is experty sniffing out their mate?'  

" Life mate ?" Chi-Chi whispered sluggishly, and her dazed gaze was met with a familiar face– yet… altered. 

Raditz knelt before her and tilted his head sideways as he admired his newfound mate, whose supple breast he had pierced with his fangs– sealing their souls as one. 

"Yes?" He asked attentively, his formerly pitch black eyes gleaming with an odd effect that seemed to shine a light behind his irises and reveal a flickering emerald glow. Chi-Chi's hand moved slowly of its own accord, and stroked his cheek as she gazed deeply into those fathomless forests of plush mosses and unfurling ferns; the undiscovered oasis that was his brilliant gaze. 

"I didn't know your eyes were green…" 

"They've always been green, just as yours are the rich terracotta clay of my homeland." He remarked back quickly as if it were of little consequence. He thought it would be obvious since each Saiyan's scouter was color matched to reduce glare and eye strain, or enhance visibility. Coincidentally, it was his Saiyan genetics that granted him the additional color cones in his iris that allowed him to see colors that humans are unable to, that is, unless they become mates with one... 

Their connected pupils became what she could only describe as a vacuous black tunnel through which they could see inside of one another's minds. Raditz's mind was so blindingly bright with activity that Chi-Chi flinched away and tears flowed from her eyes. Raditz remained still and pensive as his lover cradled her face in her palms and sobbed. He had only a short opportunity to view Chi-Chi's inner mind, but what he had seen put a smile on his face. He truly loved to see Chi-Chi's past, where she was so gluttonously free that she grew angry at every little bothersome thing, including swarming insects which her meager aura couldn't even incinerate upon contact such as his– there was that ferocity that he loved so much! 

Where is it now? He wondered, and knelt down carefully to lick a tear from her cheek with the tip of his tongue; grooming her in an attempt to soothe the cries with his healing saliva. It was Raditz's understanding that upon marking her, Chi-Chi and he would mate relentlessly until his offspring was seeded, or they both collapsed from exhaustion. Though this reaction was unprecedented, Raditz had enough patience to wait, given she was human and therefore unfamiliar with his customs. 

"Life mates, yes. Loyal to no other lover through mind or body. Is that what you were asking?" Raditz resonated with a low voice, his massive, hot palm landing on her thigh and squeezing to get her attention. Chi-Chi took a deep breath and looked back up at him, her tears drying and leaving tracks on her pinkened face. 

"So… it's like we're…Married?" She asked this with a cautious tone, placing her petite hand gently atop his own. 

"Well… if by marriage, you mean to commemorate our bond, then that is a separate occasion. Mating occurs first… To ensure that we are a compatible pair. So, yes. Marriage is next." As Raditz explained this, he closed his eyes and thought of the past, of when his parents were wed after the conception of Kakarot. Who… Had given Chi-Chi a son. His own nephew would now be his adopted son…?

Mother, what would you say of me? Father would beat me mercilessly. Raditz was startled from his thoughts when a piercing squeal (even for a Saiyan's ears) erupted from the woman, and she leapt onto him and squeezed him in a hearty bear hug. 

"Oh, Raditz! I'm so excited!" 

He chuckled and kissed her on her beaming lips as Chi-Chi giggled in turn when Raditz's tail wrapped around her waist and lifted her into the air in a playful gesture. 

He was unable to express his joy as carefreely as his fiancé, as expressions of joy came with a struggle from Saiyans when sober. Not to mention, happiness was punished growing up as a Frieza Soldier. Only in the privacy of his fellow Saiyans did Raditz indulge in the utterance of a laugh. Though he grinned and bounced her in the air, a small voice at the back of his mind doubted that life on this planet, as it was… would last as long as she seemed to think it would. 

"Me too, Chi-Chi." Raditz responded warmly. He resolved that perhaps the only thing they could do now was enjoy it while it lasted, free of all concerns and any objections that may come from this unlikely union. Furthermore, the repercussions of this bond did not phase Raditz one bit. Perhaps he was suicidal for defying Vegeta, but Raditz knew his prince better than most. Sure, he may be punished brutally, but Vegeta was never such a fool to dispatch his own soldier. Right?

Regardless, Raditz couldn't care less. He'd finally found what he'd been searching for all this time, and it was not purging planets for his own slave master, or becoming a slave master himself. He'd found love– something he wasn't even aware he was capable of. Love would conquer all… All obstacles, all senses, all better thought. 

Neo-Namek, (Formerly Central City)

Days Later 

The shrill tone of a whistle moved the soldiers into formation, the holder of the instrument pausing to inspect their form. His long, cat-like tail with a pointed tip moved to correct posture as Piper walked before them, holding the narrow whistle in both hands.

"Foresters, spread out!" He ordered, and the soldiers spread out as ordered, covering the dense wild that surrounded the very edges of Neo-Namek. Piccolo's troops now numbered in the thousands, with his first ranking soldiers along with Piper laying their own batches of eggs with expedience. The Saibamen too, had also multiplied in upwards of a million. They had an accelerated lifespan, so while they could reproduce quickly, they also had only weeks to live before their energy ran out. Piccolo had yet to understand why this failure existed in their biology, so his solution was to breed them twice as much to make up for their shortcoming. 

Currently, the progenitor of all these creatures was far away, flying towards the Riverhead. The crops had been dying off rapidly to an unfamiliar disease, one that caused black boils to grow on the vegetable and explode, corrupting all of the surrounding vegetables. 

Piper's instructions were to take his troops to the border and search for any more signs of this corruption. Piccolo believed that there had to be a site where the blight had originated, so he sent them out into the wild, which had yet to be fully explored and cataloged. A messenger had also been sent to Saiyan City, informing them of this development and in turn, displacing their serfs. The water by West City needed to be tested, and as Saiyan property they were tasked with this endeavor. 

With this threat, their food sources were in danger, and the calorie-dependent Saiyans could not ignore that threat. 

Piper whistled again to get the attention of a nearby soldier, who'd stopped to tie his boot. The young spawn hurried his actions and took off into the dark depths immediately after. Piper lowered his flute, and his ovoid pupils narrowed to get a view inside the trees. His vision was magnified, and he was able to pick out a few handfuls of soldiers just by looking. Piper decided that an aerial view would give him more range, and flew above the trees, his blue and white robes that symbolized his new ranking fluttering on the wind. Since the rendezvous at Satan's Den, Piper had healed from his wounds and even his torn wings were able to be mended by his father's power. 

Healers were few and far between in Piccolo's ranks. Due to their malignant nature, the spawns were only capable of performing feats that caused harm– unlike Lord Piccolo, who could mend items, create and regenerate his own limbs, and a multitude of other unique features. Unfortunately, healing the corruption was not within their capabilities. Their only option was to destroy it and hope for the best. Piper sighed and scouted out the area, searching for black boils on trees or veins of blight. By the lights he saw glowing from within the forest, there were already blisters being found. He grit his fangs in anxiety and dove deeper into the forest. 

… 

A black haired woman crouched down by the water and was about to cup it and bring it to her face when a nearly imperceptible beam of light flew across her vision, breaking off a strand of hair. Mai turned her face quickly, her blue eyes wide with surprise. A shadow came quickly upon her, and swept her up before she could protest. 

"You fool! What did I tell you?" Piccolo hisses, baring his fangs at the trembling little woman in his arms. 

"You startled me, Picco!" She answered with a gasp, then her tense body went slack and she rested her head against his chest, closing her eyes. Piccolo took a deep breath and cradled the woman, glancing down at her with a concerned gaze. 

Drinking that water may mean death to his human partner and whatever mystery critters were growing in her womb. Within the last days, Mai, Violet and Piccolo had spent many hours exploring each other's bodies. By the fifth day, Piccolo had begun to feel a strange swelling sensation in his groin that he could not ignore. 

He licked his lips and picked up the strand of hair that he'd broken, using his magic to restore it with a gold glimmer. 

Violet laid atop Mai as Piccolo thrust between both bodies, stimulating their clits with his length. His penis had returned to its singular form, with expanded girth than what was natural for him. The women moaned and gyrated against his erection, slicking it and each other with their hot juices. Both of their cycles had synced, and they were ovulating. The clear, smooth ovulation lubrication made his movements that much slicker and pleasurable until Piccolo was gnashing his teeth and grabbing Violet's plush backside as he pushed his purple cock head inside of Mai's pillowy pink interior. 

She whimpered and crushed her breasts against Violet's as his girth threatened to tear her walls. Instead of tearing, the contractions of her impending orgasm allowed her to accept his length, creases forming in the grooved appendage as excess foreskin folded then slipped inside of the human woman. Piccolo moaned as she sucked him in to the base and her walls flexed with every cry of pleasure she released. His cock was hardening more than he thought it ever could, the very root of it swelling and expanding as he thrust into Mai and grunted each time he felt his glans kiss her cervix deeply. With his other hand, he groped Violet's plush bottom and pushed his long fingers inside of both her pussy and ass so that she wouldn't feel neglected. 

The truth was, he wasn't sure he could pull out at this point, not that he wanted to. The tip of his cock slowly became more spade shaped, and with the next kiss against her cervix, it suctioned and Piccolo was unable to back out. The next events happened to him all in a pleasurable blur, as that knot in his groin finally dislodged, and the first of five gelatin-like eggs were deposited inside of her womb with force; causing Mai to squeal and scream as her walls contracted with powerful orgasms that squirted him with liquid heat. As the skene traveled down his sculpted pink abdomen, he deposited more eggs through his sensitive glans with a release after each that left his legs trembling and his loins buzzing with sensation. As he pushed out the last one with a roar, the pressure rapidly released and a massive flood erupted from Piccolo that caused him to leave scratches down Violet's back. His heavy pink testes tensed against his body, then pumped semen in generous surges atop the thatch of eggs to fertilize them, before the suction was released and he was pushed out by Mai's soul-shattering climax that left her breathless and twitching. The rest of his green-hued semen landed atop Violet's back and dripped down the center of her bottom, where his fingers still moved inside of both openings as she cried out in climax, in unison with Mai. 

To Piccolo's great surprise, he had laid the eggs with his reproductive organ and not his mouth as was typical. The results of this had yet to be determined, but in the following days, Mai's petite form had become rounded in the center with clear symptoms of pregnancy. It was so obvious that all in Piccolo's castle had learned of their copulation, and instead of ostracized Mai was celebrated as the one to bear the King's heir. Shortly after, Mai and Violet were both commemorated as Sister Queens to Piccolo's Castle, and became his loving brides. All of this brought joy and celebration, but it was short lived when after the feasting and their honeymoon in Yunzabit Heights, the blight was revealed and all cheer came to a halt. 

Piccolo's cheeks turned dark purple as he recalled all of this and stroked Mai's belly tenderly. 

"Mai." He uttered in a baritone growl, leaning down to kiss her lips.

She is more precious to me now than when I first found her. I must protect her with all of my might.

"Sir?" A feminine voice sounded from behind, and he felt a delicate touch upon his back. Violet waited for him to turn, her other hand resting on her hip, further accentuating her hourglass figure. Piccolo set Mai down, yet kept her safely held by his side as he turned to face his other wife. 

" 'Sir', again? I told you, Violet, I'm your husband now. Please, just call me Piccolo." He growled, yet Violet seemed not to listen as she looked around herself quickly. 

"There's movement towards the Riverhead. My troops have reported sighting a UFO." 

"UFO?" Piccolo replied, asking for elaboration. 

"Unidentified Flying Object. Precisely, it was a white sphere, pouring out a caustic liquid. They shot it down and would like your presence at the site immediately." 

"Yes, Colonel." He answered with a nod, picking her up promptly, both girls balanced on his muscular arms. They hung on tightly and he took flight towards the outcrop where the water flowed out of the Earth.

His boots slammed against the floor with every step as Vegeta impatiently waited for the woman inside to come out. He stopped before the door, and rapped on it. 

"Are you ready yet, woman? If you don't come out in 5 seconds, I'm leaving without you." 

"I'm ready, I'm ready!" Bulma replied from inside and the knob turned, swinging inward to reveal her fully to him. The Prince's cheeks turned pink and he growled softly to conceal his embarrassment. She was wearing some strange Earthling getup that vaguely reminded him of what the pilots of their metal birds flew, except it was much more revealing and girlish. 

"Do you like it, Master?" She asked while holding out the red skirt of her skimpy blazer/skirt combo complete with black stockings and knee high white go-go boots. She even wore a pilot cap atop her head which sat primly atop her French twisted hair. 

"Yes… Sure, but why did you need this elaborately skimpy outfit to fly to West City?" He clipped out tersely, though a smirk played upon his lips. 

"Um… Well, I…" Bulma began, then found herself at a loss for words. She supposed it was just the excitement of Vegeta 'asking her out' finally for a day trip to West City. In her mind, she thought of it as sight-seeing, perhaps forgetting for a moment that her home was in shambles. Regardless, she had some silly urge to make herself a special outfit for the date that would hopefully entice Vegeta to do something naughty. 

Since the party, her Master had been neglecting her physically and emotionally. She thought that with their intimacy, that the walls were finally broken down and perhaps now he would warm up to her fully, but she was wrong. He was just as cantankerous as before if not more now that he knew what pleasures she could provide him. Yet, for some reason he couldn't bring himself to demand it from her as easily as before. The mere thought caused him to stutter and blush, and many a wall had been abused, leaving the house covered in holes from his angry eruptions. 

The Prince was sexually and emotionally frustrated, and had no coping mechanism besides the release of his anger. Thankfully, Bulma was left unblemished by his anger. Raditz, on the other hand, was not safe. He'd been beaten within an inch of his life after announcing that he'd made Chi-Chi his mate. The beating left Raditz so incapacitated he had to be tended to by Chi-Chi and Bunny for three days, earning Vegeta some scowls from the Ox Princess herself. Gohan received a beating as well. Maybe not quite as brutal, seeing as Vegeta stopped once the boy fell unconscious during training. Raditz wasn't so lucky. 

So, with all this behind them, it was no surprise that Bulma was tiptoeing around her master and attempting to keep him happy in whatever ways she could. He seemed to have sworn off sex and took to sleeping in the cramped space pod on the roof at night, which she discovered was impossible to get into one night when he'd left her bed before she had the chance to seduce him… 

Bulma stirred with a gasp and tossed in bed to grasp for the warm touch of her Master. In her dream, she'd woken up once again, alone on the floor of that damnable kennel with snakes looping around her limbs and sinking inside of her orifices. Though she screamed and squirmed, the small snakes became pythons that held her tighter, their ribbed lengths becoming slicked as they explored her body. Her only companion, the imprisoned Prince, who previously fucked her on this very floor, was nowhere to be seen, though his cum was escaping her with the help of the snakes. 

Bulma cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as her body became stretched and full with writhing life, and craned her head back in defeat as her walls trembled against the tickling tongues of snakes licking her clit and injecting her with their rubbery eggs. She saw what she thought was another snake, white and curling. It held the door open so that the hostage in the hand of the white-skinned figure could see everything in full view, without the bars of the cage in the way. 

" Vegeta !" Bulma cried out upon seeing him being hoisted up by a clawed hand, the black nails of it digging into his throat and causing blood to trickle down his body. 

"Forgive me, Bulma… I'm too weak!" He cried out with a grunt, then Bulma screamed in turn as she heard the grinding sound of his spinal cord breaking and an unsettling, guttural sound coming from the severed throat of her lover. 

"NO! NO, Vegeta!" She screamed, hearing only the soft, simpering laughter of his murderer before all was black, and she was back in her room once again. Alone, and trembling. Bulma shivered and rubbed her goosebump covered arms as she attempted to recover her wits, the dream being quickly discarded in favor of thoughts of receiving comfort from her master. 

Plus… She had the odd urge to make sure that he was alive. Just in case. 

"Woman!!" Vegeta's shout of her most hated nickname startled her out of her daydream with a gasp. Bulma blinked in confusion, then reached down to her stomach and felt there. All smooth. No eggs. 

"What on Earth has gotten into you? Are you… ill?" He questioned, his aggressive tone turning puzzled as he reached over to steady her wobbling form with both hands on her hips. Bulma's face had become pale and ashen, and his concern was twice as evident.

"I'm not sure… Maybe? I was thinking… I need to tell you something important." 

Vegeta's eyes widened and he glanced back down at her hand that was clutching her stomach and feeling around as if searching. His stomach dropped and he gulped. 

"But… That night, we didn't–?" He uttered with a blush, searching his memory for any possibility that… 

"Didn't what?" She asked, completely oblivious to what he was leading into. She blinked her big blue eyes up at him and the rosiness returned to her cheeks. Vegeta gritted his teeth in frustration and grabbed her hand roughly, it was his only option to pull her around without the help of a leash. Bulma disliked the leashes and collars so much that her complaints about them had forced him to give up on them, at least for now.  

"We'll talk about it in the air. For now, just try to keep it together." He bit out, somehow the bitterness kept the weakness from seeping through his words. First the blight, which led to the loss of their crops. Now he had to deal with a potentially ill human woman who got pretty much every damn thing she asked for. It almost felt like this entire 'invasion' of Earth had all been halted because he was transfixed by this one woman, and had let himself grow weak and foolish while his free leave of duty had potentially expired. 

… 

The moment her feet left her air, the weight seemed lifted from her shoulders and Bulma was able to take a deep breath of outside air. Sure, it tasted of ash and smelled like sulfur and hot garbage, but it was air, and being stuck indoors for days had begun to make her stir crazy. 

Vegeta hefted her up by her bottom and made a soft growl as she cooed in amazement. He regretted picking her up this way, now the heat between her thighs was balanced directly on his hip and he was holding her with his hand cupping her rear. Bulma didn't seem to mind at all as she held onto his armor securely to look over the city and into the skyline, where the smoke was fading and rays of sunlight filtered through. 

"Can we go there, Vegeta? Pleeeasee?" She asked softly in a pleading tone. He turned his face to see what she was looking at and frowned.

"Why?" He replied flatly. 

"Because it's…Pretty, and clear. I feel like if we go there, we can actually see white clouds and feel sunshine instead of… This." 

Vegeta thought it over for a moment, then clicked the side button on his scouter so he could set coordinates for west. The spot she mentioned wasn't directly west, but it was close enough for a quick stop. 

"Only for a minute." 

It didn't take long at all before he flew directly beneath the opening in the clouds and hovered there. Bulma tilted her head backwards and inhaled the fresh air, the gentle breeze ruffling the long tendrils hanging from her updo. Vegeta sighed in annoyance, clicking the button on the side of his scouter and making an annoying beeping sound. Bulma attempted to ignore the distraction, but she couldn't help but be annoyed by the sound and stopped to glare down at him. Once Vegeta was satisfied with the settings on his scouter, he glanced up and noticed her change in demeanor. 

"Are you done?" 

"I could ask the same of you." 

"Tch," he spat, glancing away from her and towards the designated route. 

"It must be nice to see beauty in such a wasteland. Now that the blight has started, your pretty little world will become blistered and black. So, I suppose it's fitting for how truly vile my time here has been.

Bulma took in his response with a surprised expression that gradually emoted something he couldn't quite describe, somewhere between regret, horror and sadness. All he knew well. Not because he experienced them very often, no, but because he had seen the look crossing a being's face one too many times, right before they died. 

"No, it can't be! There's always a way to fix things. I'm telling you, we can fix it." She assured him with gusto and huffed, making Vegeta's frown flip upside down as he smirked. His dark, coaly eyes glinted in the sunlight, and for the first time, she could have sworn they had a glint of ruby in them.

"Good Pet. It seems like your determination has erased your sickness." He remarked with an almost congratulatory tone, the hand gripping her buttock squeezing tighter as he looked at her inquisitively. 

Bulma's heart raced a bit faster as he looked at her in such an intrigued light. Normally she would've bathed in male admiration shamelessly, yet it felt strange coming from Vegeta. 

"I suppose it has. So, West City?" She managed to utter after a beat, before becoming distracted as something fluttered on the fringe of her vision. She turned to look, and saw that it was a butterfly. With pearlescent, delicate blue wings, it gently fluttered up into their space and towards the sun. Bulma looked on in awe as the butterfly flew and flew, until it was nothing but a speck. 

Vegeta saw that the insect she was so dazzled by could no longer be seen, and began his route without saying a word. It was a few seconds later that he noticed a wet, persistent sniffling sound, and braced himself for what was to come. He could take any of Bulma's many moods but this . Not this. It wasn't because the tears came from her that bothered him, actually, that made it a thousand times worse. He was brought back, once again to his past when crying soldiers would be eliminated by Frieza with a death beam on the spot. Aliens too defenseless to save their planet sobbing right before Vegeta dispatched them in much the same way. 

"Why now? Why not back there, during all those times you should've cried, you rarely did." He stated, then his eyes met with hers and the way they filled with tears had him losing all his hopes that Bulma would become fierce and motivated by their situation instead. 

She took in his words and thought about her response for a moment before responding. 

"I suppose it's because I'd rather it happens to me than an innocent creature like a butterfly… At least they can fly away and go wherever they want." 

"It's one measly, insignificant insect that will likely perish from something as stupid as a gust of wind. I don't get it. Why value your own life so little?"

Bulma chuckled as she watched the ground move beneath them, her amazement at how Vegeta could just literally fly like Superman making her wonder if a butterfly's life really is that frivolous in the grand scale of things. 

"My life is no longer mine. I belong to you, Vegeta. You can put me in a jar and tear off my wings, but I'll still keep aimlessly crawling around in the jar, searching for an escape. One day, I'll run out of air and crumble into dust, but you'll live on and you'll keep killing, you'll continue on your path of destruction until nothing is left and nothing in the universe is worth saving. Not even yourself." 

After this, Vegeta fell silent and contemplative. Bulma silently wondered if she would regret what she had said, but a part of her knew that she'd simply given voice to something that had been in his mind already. Her saying it aloud had only cemented that bleak truth.

The trio landed at the Riverhead, yet saw that the UFO site was oddly empty, but for the destroyed UFO on the ground. Violet jumped down before Piccolo could land, and began shouting for the missing soldiers. 

"Nohkan, Zordone?!" 

Piccolo didn't expect this reaction from the stoic Violet, and hovered in mid-air, looking horrified. His gut instinct told him that only terrors could await. 

"Violet, come back here! It's not safe." 

"NO! I told them not to leave their post! They disobeyed my orders!" She cried out with less anger in her tone than her words would suggest.

Mai looked around herself, then pointed to a spot by the bushes. 

"You said it was a strange liquid the ship poured out, right? Look!" 

When Violet and Piccolo followed her finger to the spot, it was their mighty husband who cringed back from the scene and floated down to the ground as he looked visibly distressed. The purple liquid mixed with an off shade of yellow which was steaming. The purple liquid was one he was able to identify without any deliberation, the mere sight confirming his worst fears. 

"Not my sons… Please, no." He whispered, still holding Mai as he walked close to move aside the bushes. Through the branches, he saw the limbs of his children soaked in their unique purple hued blood and could no longer bear witness to the sight. 

They remained silent like this until hearing the familiar intonation of Piper's flute, which was the first thing to move Piccolo from his marble-like state. 

Piper landed before Piccolo on one knee, laying his flute down. 

"My king, I have updates about the state of the Outer Fringe." 

Piccolo nodded for him to go on. 

"It is… ridden with blight. My soldiers have incinerated all of it we can, but I'm afraid the blight may have spread too far into the ground for it to be fully eradicated." 

Piccolo solemnly nodded in understanding, then turned away with his hands behind his back. Piper looked on for his orders. 

"At ease. We have graves to dig." 

Mai and Violet came to his sides and rested their heads against his chest as he wrapped his arms around them both and held them. The comfort of his wives was pleasant, yet did little to erase Piccolo's despair. 

What killed you, the strongest of my sons? 

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The silence stretched ever on as Bulma clung to her unlikely flight method on the journey towards West City. She had much time to think while she gazed at the ground rushing beneath them. Though it was scarred by craters and blackened in some areas, the planet still sprouted sprigs of green and even wildflowers. Bulma was thankful that Vegeta had taken her on this trip; the blooming flowers brought her joy and reassurance. 

Vegeta hadn't been as oblivious to his passenger's reactions as he'd like her to think, he glanced towards her many times when she made a happy sound or grinned, then other times when the sheer desolation and destruction made her take a sharp breath. He wasn't sure how to feel about Bulma's apparent adoration of this planet. He hadn't loved a planet in many years, not since the destruction of Planet Vegeta, and even then his short time on it did not give him vivid memories. So this love for a planet seemed alien to him, as well as Bulma's statements from earlier. 

Does she truly think my only desire is to kill and destroy? … Is it true? 

Vegeta chewed on her words like they were as tough as nails, attempting to find the falsity in her claim and questioning his own motivations. He knew what his original motivation was from the beginning when Nappa revealed the truth about Frieza's past and how he'd destroyed Planet Vegeta. He felt very strongly then, they would capture this Kakarot and stage their very own coup d'état. 

And yet, distraction was a persistent bitch. Especially when a group of randy saiyans found themselves the master's of a den of sex slaves. Vegeta thought he'd done well to hold back the majority of his lust, though it was certainly there. He saved himself a little stress by ordering Bulma to wear plain clothes on the regular, ones that wouldn't show too much skin and make his eyes wander. Somehow in the drunken blur that was the night of the party, she'd managed to weasel her way into wearing the special outfit she'd sewn during her spare time. He couldn't lie, he didn't hate it at all. It was flattering to all of her assets and gave her an odd air of authority with her padded shoulders and military cap. 

"Yes, Master Vegeta?" She prompted, having noticed his prolonged stare. 

Vegeta gulped and looked away from her immediately, looking back at his flight path on the scouter and clearing his throat. 

"I was just wondering why you're so fascinated with a partially dead planet. How would you feel about moving to a new one?" He asked, though he wasn't sure why he'd come up with this question. 

Bulma instantaneously gasped and slapped him on the shoulder in a startling move that made his tail frizz. 

"Earth is my home! You can't ask that! As for a new planet, well I suppose I wouldn't mind traveling to space…. but only to visit!" 

Vegeta's shoulder was still tingling from the weak slap as he sucked his teeth in derision.  

"Tch. Of course you'd say that. You'll have to learn how to let things go. Look at me, I have nothing from my home. I have no home. I am a nomad, a space pirate landing planet to planet and destroying each in my wake. How can you expect me to understand your feelings about this place when I haven't had any since I was a child?" 

Bulma glared at him for a long moment then turned her head away as she thought about what he said, the last sentence standing out to her the most. She decided to 'let things go', as he said, but only for a moment since she had the rare opportunity to have a rarely talkative master and no one else around to hear. 

"How can you possibly have no feelings? That doesn't make sense." 

Vegeta let out a sharp, cruel laugh. 

"You're right. It doesn't, but that's how it is." 

"Surely you have feelings… Anger, sadness, joy, excitement… there's too many to list. Anger, for sure. You seem like you're always angry. Don't you get tired of that?" 

He digested her statement a minute, and decided to veer off the scheduled path so that he could entertain this conversation slightly longer. Vegeta flew over Neo-Namek and Parsley City, towards a desolate forest where it seemed there was no life. West City was just below, and could be seen over the trees as he lowered slowly towards the ground. 

"Where are we?" Bulma wondered aloud, looking around herself in confusion. 

When Vegeta checked his scouter, it made a dissonant beep indicating an error to locate any nearby structures or settlements. He pressed the button on the side, and shut it off completely to give them the utmost privacy. 

"We're nowhere. Alone." He remarked flatly, then landed in the grass. As he landed, he gradually released her until she found her footing. 

"Why? I thought we needed to go to West City as s-soon as possible." 

Vegeta smirked at this and walked towards her, her heart racing as reality set in – she was completely alone. Miles away from civilization or anyone who could hear her screams. 

"I wanted to take a break. Didn't you?" 

Bulma found her balance against a gnarled oak tree and attempted to remember her breathing. In, out, in out.  

"Y-yes. Of course, My Prince." She answered with the grace of a well-trained pet who knew when to be obstinate and when to be obedient. Now was the time for obedience, or else her body would never be discovered after the scavengers scattered her bones throughout the woods, or the rocky outcrops that were barren and unforgiving. 

"Prince Vegeta…? What do you require of me?" 

Vegeta rolled his eyes at her trained response as he removed his scouter. Part of him was no longer entertained by this obedient act she put on. He knew it was fake and that the true Bulma would never lower herself this way. From those rare peeks when she lost her composure, he'd seen a fiery spirit that could not be tamed. What was he doing, then? Was he dimming that lovely flame? What a shame. 

" Shut… UP! I'm not your Prince. I haven't been the Prince of Fuck all since my planet was destroyed!" He erupted in anger, accidentally crushing his scouter in his fist. 

Bulma gasped, then managed to regain her bearings. 

"De-destroyed…?" 

"Yes! Destroyed! By my own Master, isn't that just lovely? I'm a fucking slave, just as you are but instead of spreading my legs I spread terror and destruction!" 

Bulma gasped so hard that her breath caught in her chest, her eyes widening as she took it all in. Vegeta stormed up to her until she could feel the heat of his breath on her face, and his hands slammed into the bark on either side of her head, breaking pieces off in the process. 

"I'm tired of this game! Yell at me! Punch me! DO SOMETHING, YOU STUPID CUNT!" He roared in her face, Bulma's entire body trembling in response. 

She wasn't sure where she found the strength. It must've been buried somewhere deep within, because once he released her metaphorical restraints and dared her to bite back, she let go of everything. Bulma couldn't even recall what she screamed at him as her voice grew shrill and her fists pounded into his face, his chest, her knees and high heels battering his legs and abdomen. 

"I'M NOT A SLAVE! I'M NOT STUPID! AND HOW DARE YOU TALK TO ME THAT WAY, YOU SAVAGE! GO BACK TO SPACE AND LEAVE US ALONE, YOU AND ALL YOUR PERVERTED FRIENDS! I'M WORTH MORE THAN THIS, I'M WORTHY JUST LIKE MAI, AND MY MOTHER IS NOT A WHORE FOR YOUR PERVERTED FRIEND TO FUCK!" 

She screamed in such a high pitch that Vegeta's ears were ringing, and to his own surprise the sound disoriented him long enough for one of her punches to land on his nose and send him stumbling back to to ground, falling on his back as both hands cupped over it to stop the bleeding. But Bulma wasn't done yet. She lifted her high heel over his groin and prepared herself to ram the sharp stiletto into his manhood and render him impotent, so hopefully he couldn't father any more of his savage race. And yet, instead of stomping on his groin, she only stepped on it and ground her heel there just hard enough for him to grunt in discomfort. 

Vegeta grunted as he gripped his broken nose with one hand, then used the flat of his palm to firmly set it back in place. The pain outweighed the feeling of her heel in his groin, and he was too full of adrenaline and endorphins at the moment to care. He laid both arms out harmlessly at his sides, stared up at the blue sky, and for the very first time in a long time, he laughed out of sheer amusement. Not derision, not sarcasm or cruelty. He truly felt at peace. 

Bulma looked down at him in confusion as the saiyan seemed to have lost his marbles completely, laughing himself silly until he was clutching his stomach and gasping for air. Bulma relinquished her heel and knelt beside him, then the contagiousness of his laughter caught onto her and she began to laugh as well, deep belly laughs that made her abdomen hurt and her cheeks sore from smiling. 

"Isn't this a quaint moment?" Vegeta finally managed to utter, wiping tears from his face with one bloodied glove. 

"I haven't laughed like that in such a long time… Are you ok? I didn't punch you too hard and knock something loose in there?" She joked with a smile as she stroked his cheek with her own handkerchief to wipe away his blood, sweat and tears.

Now that Vegeta had calmed down, he turned his face towards her and gazed at her, his pupils growing large in his deep wine colored eyes. 

"No, though that punch was rather powerful for a human, it didn't damage anything internal. Only my nose, which is already in the process of mending." 

"I see…" She nodded, her smile fading as it seemed like he was back to his typical self. She stopped cleaning his face, and moved closer so he could rest his head on her thighs. Vegeta seemed to not complain, he rested his head on the comfortable lap and closed his eyes while she combed his hair with her fingers. 

Now that all the yelling was over, birds began to chirp once again and the wind returned to the small forest oasis. A gentle breeze brought with it the fragrance of flowers and freshwater, the burbling sounds of a nearby creek indicating that water still flowed, and frogs croaked in harmony as if to express their own contented state. Beneath all of these sounds, Bulma's ears strained to hear something odd. It was something familiar, and yet she couldn't quite place its origin. 

After a few moments of straining to hear the noise, she gave up her search and nudged Vegeta to make sure he was awake. He opened his eyes to gaze up at her again, and she released a shuddering sigh.

There's that look. Bulma thought, swallowing down a bubble of anxiety. She felt flustered by his penetrating gaze, and blushed as she looked away. 

Vegeta was still reliving the moments she revealed her ferocity and rage, the strength and power behind her weak little fists that seemed to grow ten times in strength when she was enraged. He liked it. In fact, he didn't just like it. He loved it. But he wasn't sure if he should tell her that, or else be emasculated before his crew and all the occupants of Satan's Den. 

He turned his face towards her body and took a deep breath and he enjoyed the scent of her sweat laced with remnants of anger. He couldn't imagine how delicious that would taste. Bulma's heart raced as his face grew nearer to her body, and the vibrations she felt became more pronounced along with that strange sound she heard before.

That's it! It's coming from Vegeta! He's… Purring? As she came to this revelation, she was startled by the sensation of her skirt rising as his hand snuck its way beneath. He felt around for the source of her warmth and tucked his fingers between the cushy labia covered by her silky panties. Bulma made a startled sound and the muscles in her pussy clenched around his fingers, then quivered as he gently pushed her onto her back and wedged his face between her thighs. They slipped together with sweat and were easily parted by his bloody gloves as his eager face dove in between. 

Bulma shivered with excitement, watching his next move as he pulled her panties away with his teeth. They clung to her body with moisture, and the scent coming from within was divine. The nectar inside made his mouth water, and he tore the panties with his teeth so that he could taste it right away. Bulma squealed as his hot tongue parted her lips and slid along the interior, lapping away the nectars she had produced in his presence. Her legs trembled as his exploring tongue licked her every crevice, then began gently nursing on her clit, the vibrations of his purr making heat flood her groin as blood pulsed through the pink nub. 

She tried to close her legs as she whimpered in pleasure, but they were wrenched open by his hands once more as he dove into dining on her. Her panties surrounded his face as the muscles in his tongue and jaw worked to pleasure her, his dark eyes gazing up into hers as it seemed like Bulma was unable to look away. The sensations almost became too much before he drew away to lick the moisture from his face with a predatory rasp. She swore his eyes glinted crimson once again as he blew a gentle breeze on her clit and made the blue hairs surrounding it nearly stand on end. With the break in tension, now she was aching for his attention. Bulma rocked her hips against his chin and Vegeta smiled deviously before kissing her pussy up and down, then removing his glove with his teeth so he could search for the entrance to her body with his bloodied fingers, using the blood still slowly dripping from his nose as lubrication. 

Bulma cried out as he slid one finger inside, then began flicking his tongue against her clit as he observed her every reaction and acted in accordance. After a moment of thrusting with one finger, he added another and began sucking her swollen clit in between his teeth. Bulma's toes curled in ecstasy and she cried out to the heavens as the contractions in her walls grew to an incredible height before her climax crashed upon her, his thrusting fingers and face splashed with her arousal as Vegeta worked to prolong her climax for as long as possible, keeping the same rhythm while gradually increasing pressure. 

Bulma's back arched off the ground as a third finger joined and a lavender glow formed around his mouth, his tongue moving so quickly she was unable to see it as he gave her more pleasure than her rabbit at home or Yamcha could ever wish to. Before she could even comment on her pleasure, her body reacted to his stimulation enthusiastically and she came so hard that her walls clamped around his fingers with a vice grip as she rocked onto his knuckles so that they'd graze her cervix. Bulma wanted nothing more than his filthy savage cock inside of her right now, but her pride would not allow her to utter it aloud. Instead she rejoiced in the lasting throbs of her orgasm until her walls released his fingers, and Vegeta knelt on his knees, panting. 

She could see the hard formation of his cock tenting his dark blue pants, and it made her squirm to see how aroused he was by her cumming. 

"Tell me you want my cock inside and I'll gladly give it to you, Bulma," He panted, then leaned over her body just close enough to graze her still aching pussy with the head. Bulma gulped hard, and squeezed her eyes shut as she grit her teeth. She wanted him so bad, she wanted him more than her freedom right now and she hated that fact. 

"No… Not until you agree to save my planet and free the slaves. Maybe then…Vegeta." 

That deep purr she had been so accustomed to hearing changed abruptly into a sharp growl, and she flinched slightly as Vegeta pushed off the ground with both hands and freed himself from the confines of his spandex. She squeezed her legs shut and groaned as she gazed at the majesty that was his princely saiyan cock, bobbing in mid air because it was so engorged with blood that veins were standing out and the head was a rosy shade, with a white streak of his precum leaking onto the ground. 

"I accept. But first, let me admire your body a little while longer." He said in a gruff tone, and Bulma blushed as he began stroking himself to the appearance of her partially nude body. She unbuttoned her top and freed her breasts from the constricting jacket, and Vegeta was quick to admire her breasts with his teeth and tongue as his hand feverishly worked his cock, drops of his hot cum landing on her trembling stomach as she felt his tongue lathing and sucking her nipple. 

She couldn't help herself, her hand crept down between her thighs and her fingers circled the smoothness of her engorged clit as his hot breaths heated her face, and they shared in a deep kiss as they reached their climax. Bulma clenched her thighs around her hand to further encourage the throbbing of her walls as he groaned into her mouth while the tip of his cock wedged into her navel and filled it with his heat until overflowing, the pressing sensation above her womb making a flood rush out of her once again as they both collapsed in exhaustion. 

….

Bulma sighed as she burst out of the surface of the water, her wet hair like a curtain down her back as she enjoyed the cool water on her aching breasts peppered with small nicks and hickies from Vegeta's fervent admiration of them. Vegeta had offered her the use of the creek to clean herself off after he made a mess on her, and she graciously accepted. She was glad she always carried a capsule with her wherever she went, full with everything she needed to bathe and clean clothes. Vegeta even took a dip, but refused to use her flowery smelling soap. 

He had already scrubbed the blood and sweat from his body, and now reclined on a rock in the nude as the warm sun bathed his pale skin. His scarred, muscular body had rarely felt the touch of a sun, let alone nude, and he was greatly enjoying this new sensation. 

"There's tanning oil with SPF 30 in my bag," Bulma offered while she lathered all her hair into a pile atop her head, making him snort. 

"I didn't want flowery soap, what makes you think I want to slather myself in your girly grease?" 

"It smells like bananas and coconuts!" She exclaimed as if this would change his mind, then huffed as she continued to wash her hair. 

"Suit yourself. That sunburn won't feel good on your white little butt!!" 

Vegeta held back a small chuckle at her comment, then decided to entertain her girlish wishes. He stretched his body out like a cat, complete with his long tail straightening out. Then, he hopped off the rock and rummaged through her bag for the bottle that smelled like bananas and coconuts. Bulma's head was under water again while she rinsed the shampoo out, but once she surfaced it was to the sight of him pouring the lotion onto his chest and rubbing it around. She blushed and hid her face under the water besides her eyes as she watched him lather his body with lotion slowly and sensually. Bubbles formed in the water as she made a frustrated sound, then popped up to finish her shower– well, creek routine. 

Once her conditioning and shaving routine was complete, Bulma copied Vegeta's lotioning technique but amplified it a bit by bending over in front of him, giggling as she saw him glance away with reddened ears. Once she finished, her hand found his, and their fingers instinctively entwined as they looked at one another in silence. Both nude and clean as driven snow. With the forest surrounding them, they resembled a Renaissance painting of Adam and Eve in the garden, minus the snake. Vegeta swallowed, gazing down her body and seeing how her rosy pink nipples erected from the caress of the breeze, which dried her long curly hair as it brushed along the sumptuous mounds of her backside. 

Before his nudity could reveal his arousal in response to her, he turned away and picked up his uniform, which he'd washed in the creek. 

"We should hurry up and get dressed before the others come looking for us." 

Bulma nodded, and walked back to her capsule wardrobe, taking out a white shirt that read Capsule Corp along with a pair of her favorite daisy dukes. She completed the comfy summer look with a pair of sneakers, then threw the capsule on the pile and all the items disappeared. Vegeta witnessed this with a puzzled look, wondering how she fit everything into the tiny pill. 

"Let me see that." He ordered, and Bulma relinquished it with a frown. He weighed it in his hand, and was impressed by how light it was. 

"You've had this all along, Pet?" He questioned sharply, and Bulma nodded as a jolt of surprise went through her.

"I'll be hanging onto this for now." 

Vegeta tucked the capsule into his armor, then looked on in exasperation as he heard a lighter flick and smelled burning tobacco. Bulma sucked on the little white stick with an ember at the end, then blew out a repugnant smelling smoke cloud in his direction. 

"What is that foul odor?" He scowled, watching as she put it to her cherry red lips once again and puffed it with a look of pleasure. Bulma exhaled more smoke with a relaxed giggle. 

"You've never smoked a cigarette?" 

His stern gaze with a brisk shake of his head indicated he hadn't, and she extended her hand to him, offering the strange object. 

Vegeta took it and placed it between his lips like she had, then drew inwards until he felt the sting of the smoke entering his lungs and leaving remnants on his tongue. He exhaled part of it with a small cough, then unexpectedly pulled her in by her waist, locking lips with her. Bulma made a surprised sound then parted her mouth as he filled it with his own smoke. She wasn't sure why the sensation felt erotic, but it did. Sharing their breath, as one being locked by the lips. She exhaled through her nose, lashes fluttering. 

She hadn't noticed his motion while lost in the kiss, but Vegeta had pinched out the cigarette with one hand and tossed it while she was distracted. He pulled away with another cough, then spat on the grass. 

"That will destroy your lungs. You should throw them out." 

Instead of outrage, Bulma snickered. 

"Silly! I only smoke after sex. And only if it was really good…" 

Vegeta's brows pricked up as he heard this. "Oh? And what we did was really good?" He remarked with a smug grin. 

Bulma put her hands on her hips and looked at him as if he were being ridiculous. She was hesitant to admit to him how good it was, it would inflate his ego even more if he knew it was the best of her life, and that was without even penetration besides his fingers. 

"It was good enough…" 

"Well, as long as it's only after sex with me, you can smoke your putrid cigarettes ." 

"Oh, thank you 'Master', but remember… only if it's good enough." She teased with a wink, and he pulled her close once again. 

"Once I finally sink my cock in you to the hilt, you'll want to smoke an entire pack of cigarettes." He remarked as he nipped at her throat and wrapped his tail around her possessively. Bulma smiled as she sunk into his embrace and trembled as he pressed his hardness into her thigh. 

"Yes, Master."

They landed on the street with a crunch as the blacktop crumbled beneath Vegeta's boots. What was once a bustling highway, with floating railways above was now broken and dilapidated. The railway was split in half and had crashed into one of the large dome homes that West City was populated by. Bulma gasped as she looked on at the state of her hometown, a pain bursting in her chest as one hand clutched her shirt in agony. 

"Kami! It's nothing like I remember…" She finally managed to utter, her eyes filling with tears. Vegeta scoffed. This city was no different than any of the others they had purged. Burned buildings were crumbling, and the ripe, sickly sweet scent of death clung to the air. Vegeta took it all in with an apathetic gaze as Bulma sobbed into his chest armor. Memories of her capture suddenly hit her all at once. 

It was an almost typical day at Capsule Corps. Bulma had been inside, sitting at the kitchen table while she and her father were discussing the recent sight of a comet in the sky. Meteorologists were baffled by its sudden appearance, and though the news could be typically trusted, the two scientists at the table doubted what they heard. 

"The tail isn't made of ice. The orbit is irregular. It's not affected by the sun. It's NOT a comet!"

Bulma shouted at the television as her father nodded in agreement from behind his newspaper. 

"Good observation, Pumpkin. And I'm sure we won't find out what it is if NASA has their way." 

"It's not fair! We should just buy NASA! That way, at least we'd know the truth !" 

The newspaper shook at this statement, and both her father and his cat Scratch looked up over the paper. 

"Now, you know that's not possible. We couldn't afford to buy out NASA, and to pay all its employees, at that." 

"I KNOW THAT, DAD! Jeez!" 

As Bulma's anger spiked, she was interrupted by a tutting sound from her mother. 

"Now, Bulma dear. Is this proper breakfast etiquette?" Panchy said in a soothing, yet stern tone. 

"I don't GIVE A FUCK about etiquette!" Bulma shouted, then stormed out of the kitchen, ignoring the sounds of her mother's tears.  

…

Later that day, without her mother and father's knowledge Bulma took her yellow hovercraft to the coordinates where she thought the object would land. She left a note saying she was staying over at Yamcha's house for a few days so they wouldn't worry, and packed a capsule with some essentials just in case she stayed overnight to stake out the scene. 

She landed the plane and set up a camouflaged capsule home within the dense foliage just at the base of the mountains bordering East City. She was miles away from home, but she had all the amenities she could need, and decided to wait for the 'comet' by laying out a towel and sunbathing by the river. Her telescope was set up so she could check on it once in a while, and a frosty alcoholic drink sat beside a tray of strawberries and whipped cream.

Spoiled as she was, Bulma didn't stop to think that this display would draw unnecessary attention to herself when she should be staying undercover. Only an hour later, the atmosphere was pierced by the mysterious object and Bulma was ready with her camera to capture as many photos as possible when it landed. What she hadn't expected was for it to crash into the ground and create a massive crater that sent her careening in the air, along with all of her items besides the capsule tucked into her bikini top. 

When she landed, it was hard and the back of the river stung her back as she plunged underwater and it knocked her unconscious. When Bulma awoke, she was tied to a tree. She screamed immediately upon observing a dead panther beside her, along with the cores of calabash fruit. Something was here, it had tied her up, and it had a voracious appetite! 

She could only imagine what kind of lovecraftian horror had exited the space pod she now observed sitting in the crater. 

Bulma looked around herself in a panic, searching for something she could use to free herself. Then, the idea hit her, the panther's claw was just close enough for her to use to cut her ropes. Before Raditz could return and most likely take her by force, she'd escaped in the time he had left to look for Goku, heading back to Kame Island to warn everyone of the impending danger. What she'd forgotten was that today was their big reunion, and everyone was going to be there. 

Bulma held back her panic about nearly being assaulted by an alien and attempted to act normal. It wasn't long before Raditz had followed her scent to the beach and committed the atrocities that would lead to her capture and the enslavement of her closest friends. 

She kept this all to herself for so long. Perhaps part of her was ashamed of her behavior. Part of her wished it was she who Raditz decided to use as his sex doll instead of Launch, so at least her friend wouldn't have her heart broken. The worst of it was how she'd talked to her parents before leaving. She'd been such an entitled brat that she never even got the chance to kiss and hug them goodbye. And now, Dr. Briefs is… Dead. Her father, mentor and best friend. 

Tears poured out of her eyes as Vegeta finished observing his surroundings and gripped her hand roughly, dragging her along with him. 

"I've wasted enough time. I have a job to do here." 

"Of course you don't care if I'm upset!" Bulma cried out, and attempted to pull away from him. Vegeta shook her off. He wasn't surprised when she took off running, and for some odd reason he decided to let her run. There was nothing out here for her. He scowled and decided to go complete his mission before returning to pick her up. Hopefully by that time she'd be done crying and ready to go back home. 

…

As she surveyed her surroundings, Bulma attempted to envision the way West City looked before it was in ruins. She was walking down the same sidewalk where she'd learned how to ride her bicycle and play hopscotch, yet now it was uneven and had grass growing out of the massive cracks. Every house on the block was flattened to pieces, as if a giant had stomped through and destroyed all in its wake. 

Goosebumps made the hair on her arms tingle as a cold chill swept past her upon reaching her own house. Nothing could've prepared her for what she saw. Where Capsule Corporations– the star home of West City had proudly stood, stood nothing but piles of brick and the broken shell of the yellow dome. Bulma shivered as she passed by the one pristine thing left, the mailbox reading 'Briefs Residence/CC Lab'. 

In fact, there was still the burnt end of a newspaper still partially in its pink wrapper. Bulma attempted to push away the pain as she proceeded down the walk way, and through a valley in the crumbling brick walls. She felt along the inner wall where a banister still partially hung until reaching the end of where the stairs had once stood. Upon reaching the door to the lab, she gulped hard once seeing how it was filled in with stone and the door frame was bent. 

She fell to her knees on the carpet and cried, long, hoarse wails that echoed through the dead city. Her hands gripped the browned blue fabric and she pulled until the threads were audibly snapping. She didn't stop sobbing until the tears were intersecting at her chin and nose, then falling. 

"Everything is gone… There's nothing left! Daddy… Scratch… Gone!"  

Storm clouds gradually began rolling in, and the pale blue sky darkened to an ominous dusky gray. There was no shelter for her to shield herself from the pelting cold rain, and lightning lit up the sky followed by a thunderous boom. Bulma clambered to her feet and hid behind a tall pillar, looking into the sky in hopes now for a familiar silhouette. 

"Oh… you certainly are some kind of Prince, Vegeta! The Prince of All Assholes! Not to mention, rude, mean and overly-dramatic!" She screamed with all her might, stomping one foot in a mud puddle for extra emphasis. 

It wasn't until then that she heard a high pitched cry that her sobs were abruptly cut off. 

"Mew. Mrrrrow?"  

Bulma blinked as she saw a black cat run up to her, then leap into her arms. 

"Scratch! You're alive!" 

The little cat purred and bonked its head against hers as it kneaded her chest happily. Bulma hugged her and smiled in relief. "Oh, I'm so happy!" 

"That's good." A baritone voice came from behind, and Bulma turned to see Vegeta standing there with a strange object under his arm. It was a white drone, shaped something like a Nerf football with one open end that dripped out a caustic yellow fluid. 

"I found the poison drone that spread the blight in the west river. This blight is a planet-killing blight. They want us to starve to death so when they attack we'll be weak and desperate to survive… I'm…" 

Vegeta took a deep breath, then stepped closer to look her eye to eye by kneeling on one knee. 

"I'm aware now that you and I are survivors, Bulma. We lost everything yet managed to keep going. You even believe that there's hope for the future of Earth. I suppose I admire that, because I haven't been very hopeful lately. I have confidence that whatever ideas you have to save this planet will be worth trying." 

Bulma's smile remained on her face as Vegeta mustered through his apologies in that strange, saiyan way of his. 

"Thank you, Vegeta. Also… I have good news!" She lifted Scratch up and the cat placed its paws on his face and meowed. 

"Scratch is alive! She must've kept going by hunting for mice and drinking water from rain puddles!" 

"This little feline is able to hunt and kill?" 

"Of course! She's a wonderful mouser." 

"Interesting. Is that all?" He said while taking Scratch's paw and retracting her claws to see how sharp they were.

"Well… She's a cat. She was my daddy's pet… But, I don't think he's… here anymore." 

Her smile fell with this statement, as did Vegeta's inquisitive look. He knew without her spelling it out that her father was most assuredly dead. 

"Let's go home." He remarked softly, and extended one hand towards her. Bulma took hand, and with Scratch in tow they made their way back to Satan's Den, all the while unaware that the little feline was wearing a collar that had a bell on it– which had a red light blinking from inside. 

...

On the way back, Bulma glanced up at Vegeta after a few moments of silence and decided to get what she had been holding back all day out in the open. 

"Master, I have something important to tell you." 

His eye darted towards her then back on the sky, and he nodded, "Proceed." 

"Well, it's something that's been happening for a while now, but the last time was the worst of all. It's my dreams, they seem to be trying to tell me something. In every dream, you and I are enslaved by someone and we live in cages along with other people we know. In the last one, you were killed by some kind of monster. It was so real that I woke up shaking." 

Vegeta took this all in silently, deciding whether or not to consider a dream worth talking about.  "This monster… What did it look like?" 

"He was white and purple but mostly white…. With a long tail." 

Vegeta's eyes widened and he looked visibly anxious for a split second. 

"It killed me, how?" 

"By breaking your neck with one hand." 

Vegeta growled, "He wishes." 

"Do you know this… person?" 

"I worked for him before. His name is Frieza, and he's the enemy that we're up against. I don't know how you're seeing someone you've never met in your dreams, but the same happened to me the other night when I saw who I would assume is Kakarot." 

"But… how?" 

Vegeta looked over to Bulma and his gaze softened on her as he stroked the thigh he was holding as he carried her. 

"By way of our connection. The closer we become, the deeper our mental bond will become. With each intimate encounter, you see a little bit more into the other's mind. It's not something we can prevent or control." 

Bulma blushed and turned her face the other way so he wouldn't see her reddened cheeks. Like… Chi-Chi and Raditz? Will we become mates now…? 

As she thought this, the grip on her body grew suddenly tighter as Vegeta held her and took a deep breath of her scent. He was getting addicted to the smell of her, of detecting her arousal and acting upon his primal instincts. Vegeta never thought he would be in this position but he for once was doing what felt natural and it was freeing compared to the past where he had to take orders to do anything. 

"I don't think either of us can resist it now, can you?" He said gruffly, and Bulma turned her face only to be met with his kiss. He held her hair and deepened the kiss, his curious tongue searching for hers as they tangled and twisted in passion. Bulma felt a heat pool in her belly and whimpered into his mouth as he kept his steady pace flying. I can't help it… I want more of him. And even then, I don't think I could stop… This is really bad! 

Vegeta nipped her lip and purred at her, his eyes dilating as he sensed her lustful thoughts. Soon. He intoned seriously, and she accepted his promise by brushing her lips against his once more and sighing, "We aren't going to die, no matter what. But maybe we should live as if we are." 

Vegeta nodded, then held her close as he picked up his speed, becoming nothing but a white streak across the sky. 

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Sparkling pink lip gloss spread across a pair of plump lips as the blue haired girl primped at her vanity dresser, then smacked her lips together and smiled. Lilac colored eyes very unlike the aqua of Bulma's differentiated Marron from her much smarter look-alike. She ran a brush through her hair a few times, then made sure that her breasts were bulging from her tight pink dress the way she liked. With a coy smile, she put her hairbrush and lip gloss in the handbag she slung over her shoulder. Lastly, she stood up to admire her butt in her dress with a ruched back designed to accentuate her curves.

Ranfan popped her head out from the bathroom, a toothbrush sticking out of her mouth. Her purple hair was still in curlers and she hadn't even dressed yet, she was wearing nothing but her lacy pink bra and panties seeing as it was still early in the morning. And yet, here Marron was looking like she was ready for a night out on the town. Before she could run out the door, Ranfan spoke up.

"Hey! Where are you going, Marron?"

Marron jumped slightly in place, her stunned facial expression telling her roommate that she had caught her unaware. Marron gripped the door handle and giggled nervously.

"Oh! Ummm, I'm off to go pick up some ingredients for breakfast! You know how hungry our masters get!"

"Ok, but… Dressed like that?" Ranfan intoned with one brow raised.

Marron huffed and stomped one red high heel on the floor in frustration.

"I always dress up nice, don't I? What's the big deal? You sound like my MOM!" Marron crossed her arms beneath her bosom and tapped her foot impatiently.

Ranfan took a second to think, and recalled that Marron did often dress seductively as they were expected to, but something about the way she was gussied up, and had a peculiar sparkle in her eye told her that something was off.

"Well… You know, we don't get much attention 'round here… Not since Nappa found Bunny, an' Raditz has Chi-Chi. Hey, I know! Why don't we see if Puar will escort us and we'll go together?"

"UGH! NO, Fanny! You just don't get it, do you? I have to go now, I can't waste any more time talking!" Marron snapped, then hurried out the door with a breeze of cotton candy-vanilla perfume. Ranfan's toothbrush nearly dropped out of her mouth as she watched Marron leave. She worried about Marron, recently she'd been leaving like this, either early in the morning or slipping out late at night. Ranfan had tried to ask where she was going, but got a quickly made up lie every time. She had a bad feeling that Marron wasn't going to get anything for breakfast. But what was she to do?

It's not as if she were her mother, after all. She was barely even a sister to her. There was no replacement quite like your own flesh and blood. Ranfan returned to the bathroom and spit in the sink, noticing copious ribbons of blood in her spit. Gettin' old sure does suck… She hung her head and silently began to sob, her shoulders trembling. Without even the comfort of the air-headed Marron, she felt so alone. It was pathetic. Even the lusty stare of one of those randy Saiyans would be better than nothing. She felt so… Barren. It was almost as if half of her had been torn away, and what remained was an empty shell.

"Heck… Maybe I don't blame her. I hope he treats her well, whoever he is." She muttered, then filled a cup of water to rinse out her mouth. She would have to let her curlers set a bit longer. After all, her hair was naturally straight. But a girl has to keep up appearances, especially when under the watchful guise of her captors.

They'd be waking up soon, so she decided she should hurry up and get dressed before someone noticed Marron slipping out. She'd gotten away with it so far, but it was only so long before someone wanted her in their bed again and Ranfan was afraid of the consequences of letting Marron be seen escaping.

…

With the pop of a bubble, Hercule startled from his post at the front door. Ranfan snapped her bubble gum again and perused the man standing before her. He was older, slightly balding, but pretty muscular and his face had a certain rugged charm to it. She shrugged and decided Hercule was probably the best she was going to get, and blew a heart shaped bubble at him with her ki that sent him stumbling backwards in surprise.

She giggled, pleased to see that her seductive tricks still worked, even if it was just on a goofy man she wouldn't bat an eye at if it were a year ago.

"Uh... Hey! Don't you use any magic tricks on me! I'm the world's strongest man, don't you know?" He said with a grin, placing his hands on his waist to show off his championship belt.

"Hehe! Ranfan likey strong men… But you seem much sweeter than those rough and tough saiyans… Maybe sweet enough to treat a little lady right?" She cooed in her most charming, cutesy voice while twirling her finger around a violet curl of hair.

Hercule blushed in return, then looked around himself conspicuously. As he was looking around for the saiyans, he managed to miss Marron slipping out of a side door. Ranfan let out a relieved sigh, then grabbed him by the silk tie on his robe. She managed to pull the tie right off, then looped it around Hercule's neck, pulling him in close enough to smell the bubblegum on her breath, and get a good look down the blue V-neck tank top she was wearing with a slutty pink mini skirt she'd borrowed from Marron.

Hercule's breath hitched in his throat as her voluptuous cleavage pressed against his hairy chest, and one leg looped around his waist as she gazed up into his eyes.

"You wanna taste my pink bubblegum coochie, baby?" Ranfan cooed, and all the blood in Hercule's face shot right down to his groin and she felt an enthusiastic erection nudging against her thigh almost immediately.

"Uh, you see, I-I kinda have a girlfriend at home but…Well, you're really pretty!" He stammered, then was silenced completely when she pulled him down with his robe tie and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. Hercule may be just a regular old human man, but he was no fool. He hadn't seen Miss Piiza in ages after all, and here he had a beautiful woman throwing herself quite literally onto him.

He broke apart from the kiss then lifted her up onto his shoulders, tore her panties off with his teeth and began eating her out right then and there. Ranfan swooned with pleasure and felt her body weaken as her thighs clamped around his neck, her deep blue eyes rolling up into her head and helping her to forget her sadness for a while. Hercule was sloppy but eager, and soon his mustache was dripping wet as Ranfan moistened around him and began rocking against his face, making the door behind him hit the wall.

"Ohh, fuck my coochie with your dirty tongue, Champ! Ahh!" Ranfan cried out, making his ears redden, and he followed suit, jamming his entire tongue in her vagina and nuzzling his nose into her musky black bush. He groaned and felt himself becoming insatiable with desire as hearts of her ki popped around them, and hearts even formed in his eyes as he looked up at her with a dazed, horny expression.

"Take me to the VIP room Hercule baby… You can fuck me there like a true champion." Ranfan giggled with another pop of her bubblegum, and he tossed her over his shoulder without a second thought, her flipped up skirt showing her exposed cheeks and his black shorts sporting a particularly hard boner that could probably split a whole stack of boards like he did in his showboating acts.

Ranfan covered her mouth and giggled into her hands like a schoolgirl as he ran to the room then threw her on the couch, then hurried to remove his belt, then his shorts. It took him a bit longer than she would like to remove the gold belt but she was having fun watching how much he was hurrying to free his cock from its constraints.

Once he finally got his shorts untied and yanked them down to his ankles, hearts formed in Ranfan's eyes as she saw how well endowed and hard he was for her. They both felt as young as teenagers again as he pulled her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist, then begin pushing himself inside of her without any question of needing protection or lubricants. Ranfan was ready for him and showed it by gasping once his girth spread her lips and he pushed himself deep inside. She grabbed him by his muscled back and cried out as he bottomed out inside of her with a deep, husky moan of his own pleasure, then began pumping into her with gusto.

Ranfan whimpered as she finally felt the passion and hard heat of a man inside of her, even if it was one she barely knew or cared for, he was under her love spell now and he would be until she decided to lift it. Maybe it was jealousy because the much younger Marron had found herself a man outside of Satan's Den, or perhaps it was seeing her gums bleeding that urged her to act on her primal instincts and find herself someone to be with, rather than suffer alone until she died broken, and half of a woman.

Her bliss evolved into ecstasy as Hercule used every ounce of his strength to plow himself into her then held her tight to his body and ground the head of his cock against her cervix until her walls were spasmodic with her climax, and she felt the heat of his own orgasm filling her, his body twitching as he began to lose strength and withdraw his softening dick from her body. Ranfan huffed and grabbed the weakling by the face, staring him deeply in the eyes, pink hearts surrounding the lovers as she once again enchanted him, and miraculously, his dick hardened up to the toughness of steel once again only seconds after filling her with his cum.

"Hercule baby, I want you to bend me over this couch and fuck my coochie so hard that I start crying tears of joy, got it? I don't want you to stop cumming until my coochie looks like an overfull twinkie, then after than I want you to fuck my ass to finish off the job and eat out that too! Got it, Champ?"

"Got it." Hercule chuckled, his normally kind face taking on a dark cast as Ranfan turned herself around, opened her legs then showed him the scandalous way a blob of cum surfaced from her 'coochie,' then fell onto the couch. After seeing this, he rammed himself inside of her with no hesitation or plans of stopping, making the leather couch hit the wall as she began crying out with hoarse moans of pleasure.

His muddled mind didn't care if she was a succubus, witch or a straight up prostitute at the moment, while under her spell he'd completely forgotten Miss Piiza or even his young daughter Videl existed, as far as he was concerned his main goal was fucking the brains out of Ranfan until his body quit or she was knocked unconscious and the love spell was broken.

Ranfan licked her teeth and felt the effects of his semen already revitalizing her, though she'd need plenty of it if she wanted the effects to last another thirty or fourty years. After all, she hadn't been with that young stud Roshi in ages, not since her love spell left his mind wrecked with perversion and she was almost killed while caught in the middle of Master Shen and Roshi's obsession.

A frustrated growl followed Marron as her high heel stuck in the mud, and she was forced to yank her shoe out, flinging mud with the motion. She hated having to meet in the woods in private like this, but the rewards were so worth the muddy heels! Hell, her new boyfriend would suck the mud from her toes if she asked him to. He was nothing like that brute, Nappa who left tears in her walls with his battering ram of a dick after she made the mistake of joining that disgusting orgy.

Stupid Saiyans, had they never heard of lube or foreplay? Her new boyfriend was an alien too, but where he was from seemed much more refined, and his genitalia was better suited to her body. Plus, he had a plethora of lubricants with different scents, flavors and purposes that they'd had the pleasure of sampling every chance they got. He was somewhat of a sexual connoisseur, having procured a harem for his boss; keeping track of all the girls and caring for their needs in his spare time. He found the idea of the Saiyans having their own harem quite amusing in fact, and had a good laugh about it when he'd found out what those silly monkeys were actually doing on Earth.

Marron made her way out of the mud and ran happily up a ramp towards a spaceship that was completely camouflaged.

"Honey, I'm home!" Marron shouted joyfully, and was greeted by a pair of strong arms wrapping around her waist as was lifted in midair to share a passionate kiss with her lover. Her legs instantly wrapped around his trim waist so he could feel the damp heat of her unclothed body that she was eagerly presenting to him by grinding on his sculpted abs.

He was a fabulous kisser, a gentleman and best of all when she came to visit him, she was treated like a princess and even given gifts wrapped in pretty red bows and elegant black wrapping paper. He was ever so elegant and refined, his ship was decorated like a palace and he always smelled lovely like candied mints and bergamot.

The door closed, and only their shadows could be seen from behind a camouflage blind. His muffled voice was low, but his question could be heard from outside.

"So tell me, how did everyone enjoy my gifts?"

Marron hesitated, looking slightly nervous in his tall, dominating shadow.

"Oh, umm… What's it matter what they think? Aren't you happy to see me?"

Her boyfriend was silent for a moment, crossing his arms as he relinquished his affections before the bimbo he had so easily bedded lost focus. He'd royally fucked up by grabbing her instead of Bulma. After all, their blue hair was identical, and it was an easy mistake to make. It was too late to make the switch now, though. Besides, it was fun having a little sex bunny in his bed who matched his energy and didn't have the mental capacity to ask too many questions. He hadn't had this much fun in ages while under the stern leadership of his own ship captain. He'd been given something of a vacation– given he completed all his objectives, which included planting the poison drones and giving the Saiyans their unappreciated "Gifts."

"Marron, it's very important that everyone opens those giftboxes… Today. I would be much happier to see you if you had made that a point." He said sternly, then turned away, leaving only her voluptuous shadow in the window as the ramp retracted into the ship silently.

She nodded in earnest.

"Ok! I'll make sure that they do. But don't you mind if I stay awhile? I tried so hard to look sexy for you today." She said in a coquettish voice, which she was able to sway men with ninety nine percent of the time. A soft chuckle from the man followed, then she disappeared from sight.

"...Of course I don't mind. We haven't even gotten comfortable yet, darling." He purred, inviting her into his bed with all the warmth and seductiveness of a siren, luring her unknowingly into his trap.

Somewhere in the darkness, a beam of light parted the pitch, and two shadows could be seen standing in the doorway. Nappa and Bunny came down the stairs to the dungeon, pulling on a light cord to reveal the captives inside. Suno and Gohan flinched in reaction to the light, but their stomachs didn't hesitate to begin rumbling upon smelling the food Bunny had delivered.

Seeing as Suno carried Nappa's offspring and Gohan was training to become a soldier, they needed plenty of nutritious food even if they were held prisoner at the moment.

"Rise and shine, maggots. It's grub time." Nappa growled, then took one of the plates and thrust it into Gohan's shackled hands. He may be shackled with weights hanging from him, but he was getting stronger by the day and picking up a fork was no issue when it meant there was food involved. Bunny came over to Suno and used a key to release her arms from the St. Mary's crucifix that restrained her. She needed her arms after all, so letting the blood flow back into them everyday was crucial.

Suno sobbed as she felt the tingles of circulation returning to her arms, letting them weakly rest on her lap as Bunny knelt down beside her.

"Now, Suno dear, you have to eat up. You're carrying Mister Nappa's baby after all, so that makes your health very important to us." Bunny said in a sweet, soothing voice, then offered her a spoonful of oatmeal. Suno took the spoonful and gulped, blinking tears away as she ate.

Panchy smiled as she scraped a little oatmeal off of Suno's chin as if feeding a baby, then served her another helping. Unfortunately, no matter how many times she and Nappa did the deed, she was unable to become pregnant as they hoped she would due to menopause. Bunny was still lively in bed and they enjoyed the act even if no offspring was made from it, but that was also why Bunny allowed the orgy in which Suno was impregnated. Nappa so desperately wanted children of his own to raise, and Panchy found it so endearing that she was willing to allow whatever it took for him to have them.

She was unaware that part of his passion for baby making was due to his ideas of making powerful hybrids to replace the human population and extend the Saiyan lineage. Regardless, Bunny supported him and would do anything she could to ensure that Suno had a safe, successful pregnancy even if that meant locking her up in the dungeon for her own good. They couldn't have her trying to abort the child again, but once it was born it was no longer Suno's anyway. Bunny would happily mother the child, as the idea gave her a welcome distraction from their current predicament.

As Suno made her way to the bottom of her bowl of oatmeal, Gohan had already finished scarfing his down and was now stuffing toast in his mouth in eagerness to be released from his shackles, even if that meant training with his brutal Master Vegeta again. He'd started noticing the effects of training over time; he was growing muscle and feeling more confident in himself. Gone was the whiny baby that cried for his mommy nonstop, though he did still miss Chi-Chi occasionally, the news had spread to him that she had replaced Goku with his Uncle Raditz. Gohan wasn't exactly sure how to feel about this. He thought that their end goal was to be a family again, but now here his mother was falling for another man.

He was young and relatively naïve, but he had learned a lot from watching the Saiyans. Particularly about sex. He wasn't even close to puberty yet, so the idea didn't exactly tantalize him, but he was a little curious about what made it so enticing that someone would leave their husband and never go back to him. The bitterness Gohan felt only fueled his frustration, so he finished his food, then lifted his wrists so that Nappa could unlock the shackles.

"I'm ready to train now, Master Nappa. Thanks for breakfast, Mrs. Briefs."

Panchy gasped, then covered her mouth.

"What did I tell you, Gohan? I'm not Mrs. Briefs anymore. Call me Bunny."

Gohan grumbled as Nappa unlocked his shackles with a hearty chuckle, then took Gohan to his side, where he only reached mid knee. Gohan sighed, then corrected himself as he was taught by his mother.

"Sorry, Bunny."

"Enough chow for the cow. Take her out with us for some fresh air and exercise with the wrist restraints on. She's starting to look weak."

"Yes, Mister Nappa." Bunny agreed, and took the restraints he handed her. Once Suno was affixed with them, they brought her and Gohan outside, free from the damp and dark of the dungeon.

Suno bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut as more tears flowed out. Her belly was beginning to grow, and she suffered with daily nausea and fatigue. Though she wished they would just let her go, the idea of breathing fresh air seemed nice for the time being. It was better than the dungeon, where rats bit her toes and she was unable to swat away spiders as they tickled her armpits and attempted to crawl into her ears. She desperately needed a bath and was hoping she'd be allowed one today. It seemed like the better she behaved the more freedom they allowed her, so perhaps if she acted happy about having his child they'd stop holding her captive in the dungeon.

It was her only hope. Other than if her childhood hero, Goku swooped in to save her. But that too seemed highly unlikely now, as he hadn't even come for his wife and child. So why would he care if she, or this entire planet needed saving?

When Goku and Krillin left the time chamber that morning, there was a certain energy in the air around them that felt much different than before. As Tien and Yamcha stood across from them in wait for their turn, it was almost as if an honorary baton had been passed between the warriors as they walked past.

No more than a short greeting was necessary, they knew why they were there and why they must make this small sacrifice. One day in the chamber equated to one year. With increased gravity and air pressure, the conditions were unpredictable, yet perfect for warriors looking to hone their skill and toughen their bodies. Chiaotzu stood at the entrance to the grand hallway that led to the HTC and hesitated to move his foot over the border. He knew after a long discussion with Tien and Yamcha that it was best that he stayed on Earth, though he struggled to cope with this decision.

Chiaotzu looked back at Kami and frowned, his sadness with the situation showing on his doll-like face. It wasn't that a third person wasn't allowed to enter, but there were only living quarters and food inside to sustain two people. Mr. Popo came from alongside Kami, and knelt down before Chiaotzu, showing that he was holding a small capsule in his hand with a large smile on his face.

As both were talented telepaths, Chiaotzu was able to understand what was inside the capsule and why he was being offered it. The silent figure took the capsule and ran after Yamcha and Tien just as the door closed.

"Hey! How did you get in here, Chiaotzu?" Tien scolded, seeing how Chiaotzu rolled in just as the door closed, and his green robe was caught in the door, temporarily restraining him.

"We told you to stay with Goku and Krillin!" Yamcha added, placing his hands on his hips and looking down at Chiaotzu with a stern expression.

Though it felt like he was being scolded by his parents, the small boy shrugged and showed the dyno-cap that Mr. Popo had given him.

"Mr. Popo let me in. He gave me my own bed and food, so I won't be taking from you. I won't even bother you if that's what you'd like!" Chiaotzu said, a sweatdrop making its way down his bald head.

He had noticed the peculiar looks between Yamcha and Tien, and had even heard some strange grunting and moaning noises from outside the other night when he was supposed to be sleeping. He knew something was going on between them, but he was afraid to bring it up for fear he would break apart the bond they all had together.

Tien and Yamcha looked at one another silently, then down at Chiaotzu with welcoming smiles.

"Alright. You can stay, but you'll have to stay in your own room, ok?" Tien said, closing his eyes in defeat. It was too hard to say no to his longtime friend.

"We don't mind if you come train with us, and I'll cook for everyone too!" Yamcha said happily, and Chiaotzu jumped up to embrace them, yet fell short when a piece of his robe ripped off. He ended up having to discard it and just wear his tank top and pants as they walked towards the inner area of the time chamber. This was where they would live, sleep and eat for one year. Beyond the door ahead, was the unpredictable training ground in which they would go head to head in combat.

Though Chiaotzu's presence was unexpected, Tien was happy. He didn't feel quite himself without his little sidekick around. After all, Chiaotzu had followed him from The Crane School, to the Martial Arts Tournaments, to Kami Island, to their enslavement on the farm and even to their past where they had been con artists together. He saw no other way for them but together.

…

As they stood on The Lookout, Goku seemed strangely pensive, and was incredibly silent as he looked down at the Earth. Krillin stood beside him as support, they had after all been childhood friends and been together through thick and thin. This was no different than back then, and after spending a year in solitude together, they had learned much about each other, their weaknesses and strengths.

Their time in the HTC had both been enlightening and frightening. At many points, Krillin had regretted his decision to go with Goku and had even cowered from him in fear when his power had overwhelmed him and cowardice had rendered him nearly catatonic. However, Goku made it a point to never hurt Krillin so much that he was unable to fight. At the end of every fight, Goku reassured his friend that he didn't want to hurt him, but if they were going to become stronger they had to get past the fear of being hurt. They had senzu beans for emergencies after all, and Krillin trusted Goku.

Krillin eventually grew braver and stronger with Goku's help, and the two were able to battle on even ground, though Goku held back some of his power, Krillin insisted he used all of it, and give him a senzu bean if need be. Due to this decision, several senzu beans were needed to heal Krillin, and even a few were needed for Goku after a while of their back and forth attacks, which grew bigger and bolder the more they learned each other's pain thresholds.

There was a certain point though, where Krillin had witnessed something… Snap in Goku. It was completely unexpected when Goku suddenly felt like a part of his heart had been ripped out, and he knew. For a moment, he thought his gut instinct was telling him that someone was dead. But it was not death he felt. It was… Loss. The moment Chi-Chi had surrendered herself to Raditz, Goku had felt the last semblance of her love inside of his heart tear brutally away from him as if it had been ripped out with her very own hand.

He may not have bonded them with his bite like Raditz had, but he had bonded to her with all of his love in marriage. The feeling this brought him was akin to grief, and he grieved for his loss of her while fighting through his anger with Raditz. Krillin had been there with him to try and calm him down, and even attempted to convince him that it was just a strange feeling he had and not the truth.

Somehow Goku had sensed it, perhaps with some innate Saiyan power he was unaware he had. He supposed it was the same power that sensed she was in danger, or that she was thinking about him in the other room. They were mate's in a less physical sense, but mentally, their connection was strong. This hurt and betrayal only served to strengthen Goku's resolve and harden his emotions towards her, rejecting all love and warmth in return for cold, calculated rage.

He was not the same Goku that walked through that door yesterday, perhaps he would never be the same, but Krillin would stand beside him regardless. He needed a friend that was present and could prove to him that someone in this world understood the value of loyalty.

"Son Goku." Kami said after a long moment of silence, gaining Krillin's attention, yet not the statuesque figure that loomed over the edge so closely it was almost as if he were contemplating letting himself fall miles down to the Earth to his death without resisting the gravity.

"Goku, look at me. I am speaking to you." Kami repeated, and placed his hand on his shoulder. Unexpectedly, Goku turned around sharply and shrugged his hand away almost violently, a cruel expression crossing his once kind face that almost made him seem like a total stranger.

"This is not the cheerful one I knew before. Who are you now if you are not Goku?"

Goku crossed his arms tightly over his chest and looked away from the two, a predominant scowl still marking his face.

"I suppose you could call me Kakarot if you wanted to. Goku seems awfully childish now, doesn't he? Goku was weak. He was stupid. I'm not."

Goku snarled, surprising Kami with his bitter tone and the uncharacteristic words that came from him. Krillin twiddled his thumbs nervously, looking up at Kami and giving him a sheepish grin. One of the unfortunate side effects from his split from Chi-Chi was the loss of his childlike wonder and hope. He no longer believed in love. After all, why would Chi-Chi show him love if only to take it away?

"K…Kakarot? Is that not what Raditz called you, why would you desire such a name?" Kami asked with a small shudder.

Goku smirked. "Yes, that is my true name. Maybe it's time I took it back."

"If that is your wish… I cannot tell you otherwise. I hope that your time in the chamber has been an enlightening one."

"Very. Now, I suppose I should be heading back to Earth… I have a lot of unfinished business there, after all.."

"Wait!" Kami interrupted almost in a panic, his staff catching on Goku's belt as he hovered in mid-air.

"What now?"

"Are you sure there's nothing else you require from me before you go? You could take a journey in the Pendulum Room."

"What purpose would that serve?"

"Well, you could fight past foes again. See things from a new perspective. Perhaps even… Reconnect with your Saiyan ancestors?"

"Reconnect? Hmm." Goku pondered, then smirked as he decided that perhaps he liked this idea. Krillin on the other hand, looked a little uncomfortable with the concept. He'd seen what Saiyans were like now, how much worse could they be in the past? Though he cringed inwardly, he attempted not to show it outwardly. He needed to be supportive of Goku's decisions and show him that there was someone on this planet who actually could be faithful and reliable seeing as Goku's own wife had broken that sacred vow.

"I'll go with you, wherever you wanna go. It sounds like fun!" Krillin said with the best enthusiasm he could muster.

"As you wish. Follow me." Kami replied, turning around and leading them to the Pendulum Room.

A swift breeze was blowing the leaves from the remaining trees that surrounded Satan's Den, the burgeoning colors of fall beginning to make themselves known. Bulma watches the leaves flutter through the air with a wistful smile, before her gaze falls to Vegeta and Gohan, who are doing their daily sparring drills in the yard. She had come to enjoy the routine more than she would've thought weeks ago, but now she was starting to learn the purpose of Vegeta's katas and understood what he was teaching Gohan.

The child had unsurprisingly picked up on the training quickly, and was at the cusp of completing the first stage of training. As Bulma watched, she observed the way the two partook in the ritualistic dance of warriors: dodge, block, hit, hit, hit, block. Gohan had struggled to block Vegeta's attacks for the longest time, and though the hits from the much stronger adult sent him digging into the dirt with his heels, he was still managing to block the attacks to the best of his ability. Bulma thought perhaps a shield would be beneficial to the boy, but hadn't brought it up to Vegeta. She figured any ideas she had would be worthless to him, but their recent conversation had placed a new perspective in her mind.

Vegeta had told her he was willing to try any ideas she had regarding how to reverse the spread of the blight. Perhaps that could apply to training too? There was another thing she noticed, and looked down at a notebook she was holding. She had drawn up a sketch of Vegeta's armor, and was currently erasing the codpiece and shoulder pads. They seemed to only slow him down, and were bulky and unnecessary. She couldn't help it– she needed the mental stimulus that taking notes and drawing blueprints had brought her. Sure, her physical needs were all being met, but her mental needs were lacking. A life of working in a lab and building gadgets couldn't be forgotten overnight, afterall.

Bulma frowned, and her eraser stopped in place as she looked at the armor drawing she'd made, wondering if this drawing was even worth showing to Vegeta. He may laugh at her, or worse, tell her it was worthless and take it away like he'd taken away her storage capsule.

"Can I see what you're drawing?" A timid voice came from beside her, and Bulma remembered that she had company today. Suno was stationed on the cushions beside her, enjoying the fresh air and sunlight after not feeling the touch of it for what seemed like months. Bulma turned her head and gave the girl a sympathetic gaze. She moved her notebook so that Suno could see, and the redhead tilted her head as she examined the drawing.

"Is this a suit for Vegeta?"

"Yeah. Well, I think all of them could benefit from this design, but I have my doubts that my silly ideas would be taken seriously…"

"Oh, Bulma! Don't be silly. You're Vegeta's prized girl. Of course he'd take you seriously, you're the only woman here he even looks at. And he looks at you like… Like he really likes you!" Suno managed to smile, though dark circles shadowed her eyes, and the drain of pregnancy on her weak body was obvious.

"You think he like-likes me? I mean, yeah… Of course he does. How could he not?" Bulma replied with a smug chuckle. He clearly liked her, if not just for her body than for her superior mind. She was more than a sex doll, he had proven that to her more than once when he let her take the lead and actually tried out her ideas. Suno gave her confidence, and she held the notebook with more pride than before.

"Right! You're so lucky… I wish Nappa treated me better. I feel so sick, Bulma… I don't know if I can do this. This half-saiyan baby is eating my body away, it feels like it's literally sucking my blood. I'm so exhausted…" Suno's head dropped into her hands and she began to sob – wracking sobs that made her scrawny shoulders shake.

"Oh Suno… You need help! They don't know anything about what you need. You should at the very least be taking prenatal vitamins and getting to rest in an actual bed… I'm sure we could go to a grocery store and try to find you some supplements…"

Suno perked up, and began wiping away her tears.

"Do you think Vegeta would listen to you if you told him so? I won't survive this pregnancy if I have to sleep in that dungeon any longer!"

Bulma hugged her close and stroked her hand over Suno's hair tenderly, shushing her sobs. "I promise you, Suno. I'll make sure of it. Besides, if Nappa wants this baby so bad he would be stupid not to listen!"

"That's true… Thank you… If I don't feel so sick, maybe I won't be so miserable… If I have to go on like this much longer I'm going to die…or k-kill myself."

Bulma's eyes filled with tears upon hearing this, and she began to sob along with Suno. The scent of her tears hit Vegeta just as Gohan threw a punch into his abdomen and his distraction nearly caused the wind to be knocked out of him. He growled and shoved Gohan onto his back, storming over to Bulma and tearing her from Suno by grabbing a handful of Suno's stringy red hair.

"What's all this blatting over? We're trying to spar over here, Woman!"

Bulma furrowed her brow and stood up quickly, grabbing his arm and squeezing it to signal that she wanted him to release his grip on Suno's hair. Vegeta relinquished his grip and snarled at Bulma, his sweat covered face dripping with moisture much the same way hers dripped with tears. She had dropped her notebook when she stood, and it now laid open at Vegeta's boots.

"You have to tell that idiot Nappa that Suno is going to die if he doesn't take better care of her! Look at her! This hybrid baby is going to eat her alive if she doesn't get some proper nourishment and rest!"

Vegeta's scowl gradually changed to a look of confusion, then acceptance as he took her suggestion and really looked at Suno.

"Stand up, girl. Show me your stomach."

Suno gulped, then carefully got to her feet. She lifted up the tattered blue lace nightie she was wearing with nothing but a pair of underwear, and showed him her stomach. Vegeta grimaced as he looked at the way her ribs shadowed over a hollow area, then a visible lump could be seen in her lower abdomen where her pregnancy was obvious. He bent down and put his ear to her belly, and rubbed one hand over it.

Bulma gulped nervously as his hand made careful circles on Suno's belly, and his face contorted in reaction to whatever he had heard, or felt. His gaze lifted to Bulma, then he let Suno's dress fall back into place and stood. He was silent for a moment before turning his attention back on Bulma, and crossing his arms.

"...I wish you would have told me sooner. Nappa is a fool! He should know better than to let his own brat starve like this. He and Panchy will take a list of your recommendations and travel to the market to pick up whatever she needs. Furthermore, she will be bed ridden until she regains her strength."

Bulma nodded, her heart racing as her ears responded to the euphoria of Vegeta's approval, and her tears turned to those of gratitude. She reached out and hugged him tightly, sobbing onto his shoulder plate.

"Oh, Vegeta! You do have a heart after all. Thank you so much. I'll get on it right away!"

"I will speak to Nappa. With my fists if I must." He stated, then began to go confront him, but not before almost tripping over the notebook by his feet. He bent down and grabbed it, and glared at the drawing on the page it was opened to. Bulma blushed and attempted to grab it from his hands, but he already had a firm grip on it.

"What is this… Armor schematics? Did you draw this, Bulma?" He said in wonder, his brows raising as he began flipping through the notebook. Inside were pages and pages of drawings and text, drawings of weapons, shields, and even some types of spacecraft that she had made up for fun.

"Umm— Well, yes. I get ideas when I'm sitting out here watching you spar… But, I didn't know if they were worth your attention…"

Vegeta handed her back the notebook, then removed his armor and dropped it to her feet, leaving him suited in just his blue body glove alone, which was tattered with wear and heavily stained.

"I accept your alterations, have them done as soon as possible. Can we do something about my body suit as well?"

Bulma blushed as he handed back her notebook, and she held it tightly to her chest as her heart fluttered and daresay it, those silly butterflies returned to her stomach.

"Yes. I can fix them both. I just need the right material for your suit, and I can do it." She said softly, and met his gaze. Her blush deepened as she saw his expression of admiration, which to some would be barely visible, but after looking at his face on a daily basis, she had learned how to decipher even the most microscopic of expressions.

"Good Pet." He purred, then kissed her on the lips before taking off. Bulma turned to Suno, and they stared at one another quietly before erupting in giggles like two giddy school girls.

"Oh my gosh! Bulma, you have him whipped!"

"SHH! Don't be so loud…Wait, you really think so?" A devious expression crossed Bulma's face as the idea of turning the tables on Vegeta came to mind, and she imagined herself whipping him and dripping hot wax on his back like he had done to her. The memory sparked arousal in her thoughts, and her blush returned as she thought about it more.

"Bulma, you have the potential to turn things around for all of us. He actually listened to you! Oh, I haven't felt hope like this in so long! With you here, I might actually be happy to be bearing one of their children!" Suno said with a happy sob, and the girls hugged once again.

Gohan looked up at the sight of the two hugging women in wonder, then tugged on Bulma's red tee-shirt dress which was cinched at the waist with a belt.

"Hey, what's going on? I thought Vegeta was training with me." Gohan pouted, feeling disappointed that his sparring time was cut short. The two women parted, and Bulma placed her hands on her thighs as she leaned down to look at Gohan with a happy grin on her face.

"I think Vegeta's going to need a few minutes to… Discuss things with Nappa. Say, you want some strawberry pancakes buddy? I think we have what we need to make em. After all, you're a growing boy! Look how tall you've gotten!" Bulma said joyfully, then ruffled his long black hair playfully. Gohan chuckled and nodded in agreement.

"Yeah! Master Vegeta said I've grown three inches! Plus, pancakes are my favorite! Can you please make them, Bulma? I'm starving from all that training!"

Bulma smirked as she tried to imagine Vegeta measuring Gohan with a ruler, then nodded in agreement, picking up Vegeta's armor then leading Gohan and Suno inside. It almost felt like they were living in harmony for that sweet, blissful reprieve.

"Uhh… What happened?" Hercule grumbled while rubbing his eyes and finding himself sitting in a dark room. He looked around himself and was surprised to see a head of curly purple hair leaning against his chest….Wait, his naked chest?

Hercule's eyes widened as he realized what had happened, but had only fuzzy memories of. Clearly he had slept with Ranfan, but he couldn't seem to remember much before that. Regardless, the Champ felt a sense of macho pride and his chest puffed up in turn. He looked over to the side table and saw a fresh cigar and mug of beer sitting there and grinned with delight.

"Man, this is the life!" He chuckled while striking a match and puffing on the fat cigar.

"I thought a man of your taste would appreciate it." A deep voice came from the doorway, and Hercule looked over to see Nappa's large frame in the doorway. The massive Saiyan practically blocked out all the light before strolling inside and taking a cigar for himself. A cough caught both of the men's attention, then Ranfan sat up and blushed upon realizing she'd been caught. She went to grab her clothes, but Nappa was quick to step on them with one massive boot.

"Where do you think you're going, girl?"

"I–I just need to get washed up, Master… I'm so sorry…" Ranfan pouted, covering her breasts with her hands.

"Sorry for what? Showing the Champ here a good time? It's no problem." He shrugged and puffed on his cigar, but Ranfan still felt guilty and disgusted by what she had done.

"This just proves to me that Hercule is man enough to be one of us. What do you think, Champ? Do you want to be the guard of these girls and have your pick, a different girl for every day of the week? Besides Bunny, Bulma and Chi-Chi of course. Those are our women."

That left him with Marron, Ranfan, Hasky, Launch and Suno. All beautiful women. Hercule took a long sip of his beer then slung his arm over Ranfan and pulled her in tight to her displeasure, and sighed with satisfaction.

"I can't say it's a bad deal, but what's in it for you?"

Nappa stroked his goatee, and eyed Ranfan slyly. Little did they know, Nappa had been witness to their conversation and had been sitting in the VIP room when they burst in and began screwing on the couch like rabbits. He'd stood there quietly in silence and enjoyed the show, smirking all the while. Nappa had also heard the snippet of conversation they had as well, where he mentioned having a woman and daughter at home. Nappa was aware that Hercule was a wealthy human, as was Raditz when he'd found him and Hercule had ranted about being the champion of Satan City. He'd even seen his mansion and left it untouched in the case they wanted to take up residence there in the future.

"Well, I simply ask that what's yours is mine. After all, you've been staying here, enjoying our beer and cigars, and my slave woman. So it's only fair that you share yours."

Hercule sat up and released Ranfan, who managed to slip away to the bathroom to clean herself up while they talked. Hercule stood up and faced Nappa, a stern look on his face.

"My daughter is only six years old. Not a hair on her head will be touched by any of your men. You have to promise me that, Nappa, and if you can do that I'll agree."

Nappa nodded firmly, and thrust one hand out to Hercule.

"I promise, not a hair."

Hercule took his hand and shook it, grinning widely.

Ranfan witnessed their agreement, and anxiously stood in the background hoping she could get her clothing out from underneath Nappa's boot.

"Just one thing before we celebrate… Where's that cute little thing you were with? I have a few questions for her…" Nappa intoned with a deep rasp; recalling how he saw her blowing those pink hearts at Hercule that seemed to give him more stamina and made him a stallion in the sheets.

Hercule looked towards Ranfan and she jumped in place as Nappa turned to look at her with a devious grin.

"So, you've been holding out on me, eh? When were you going to tell us you could do sex magic?" He growled, and reached out to grope her breast. His large hand nearly encompassed both of them as Ranfan flinched and her face reddened with embarrassment.

"I– I… I didn't mean to keep it a secret, I just… I didn't think you needed help in that regard, Master." She gulped, hoping her response would please him. It was looking like Nappa wanted a turn now, and Ranfan was almost dreading it. Hercule was one thing, but Nappa was a literal beast. She was afraid he would break her bones or worse, tear her most delicate parts with his roughness and inhuman size. Plus, she'd seen what happened to Suno after she became pregnant with his child.

Nappa smirked, and moved his other hand down to poke around between her legs, making his intentions obvious as Hercule looked on with a horny grin. It was clear that he had no intention of saving her, and would likely be happy to join in. Just as Nappa's finger made its way into her body and he lifted her off the floor, the door burst open and she cried out in fear. Balancing on just one of those savage fingers capable of blowing up this entire planet sent fear throughout her body, and she looked to the doorway to see Vegeta standing there with a furious expression on his face.

"Why am I not surprised to find you with your finger in the pie, Nappa? Put the girl down."

"But, but your Highness! This girl does sex magic!" He shouted as if accusing her of witchcraft, making his claims seem laughable.

Vegeta scowled with disbelief and pointed one finger at the floor, his stern glare implying that this was not the time for distractions. Nappa lowered his hand and withdrew his finger from her, walking over to kneel before Vegeta on one knee. Ranfan grabbed her clothing and didn't even listen as Hercule attempted to get her attention before she ran out of the room, he was likely hoping to get another chance with her but that chance would not be today. She just wanted to take a bath and forget the shameful things she had done.

"My Prince, what do you demand of me?"

Vegeta grinned and moved his hand to instruct Nappa to stand up. He stood, and Vegeta's knee immediately went out and impaled himself into the taller man's groin. Nappa grunted in pain, then doubled over, giving Vegeta the chance to punch him across the face for good measure. The punch sent one of his teeth flying out with a splash of blood, and still Nappa got back into the prone position, swallowing down his own blood. He grimaced in pain but bore the punishment deemed acceptable by his prince, and waited to hear his reasoning for this punishment.

Hercule stood behind them, looking on with surprise. He hoped he wouldn't make Vegeta mad, one of those punches would do more than knock one of a human man's teeth out. It would probably cave in his head if it were him.

"I saw Suno today. She's on the brink of death, did you know that? How did you expect her to carry your brat to full term while she's starving down in that fucking basement?!"

Nappa frowned and a look of shame crossed his face.

"Really, for one who speaks so avidly about hybrids you sure haven't ensured that your own will survive. If she can't carry this brat full term you can forget your hybrid agenda and I will put you solely on guard duty. Do you understand, soldier?"

"Yes, Master Vegeta."

Vegeta took a piece of paper out of his suit and held it out to Nappa.

"Take this list and escort your slave Bunny to the market to find all of these items, and ensure that Suno gets them, along with a bed and proper treatment. If you don't, I'll have you dispatch Suno myself. Got it?"

Nappa nodded in understanding and took the list, agreeing that he had made a dire mistake now that Vegeta had pointed out the wrong in it.

"Got it. I'll take good care of her, Vegeta. I promise, this hybrid will be our future."

"We'll see about that, Nappa. Now get moving. I have other things to do than lecture you."

Nappa stood a bit gingerly due to his bruised testes, then remembered that he'd hired Hercule once he saw him standing there in stunned silence.

"I have news that may please you. Hercule here has agreed to work for us and share his wealth, which is a mansion, riches and two women, one a child and the other an adult."

Vegeta turned to look at Hercule, a disdainful expression crossing his face.

"And why should I care about this?"

"I've heard that it's a luxurious mansion. If you're interested, we could stay there."

Vegeta crossed his arms and huffed, turning away.

"Go there later after you complete your orders, and do whatever it is you want with it. I don't care. If it's suitable, I'll think about it. It may be a good idea to move our headquarters elsewhere."

Hercule's face lit up and he stepped forward, recalling how Vegeta had been training Gohan.

"Your Highness, I have a dojo that may be suitable for training. I noticed you carry a katana around. I have a wealth of weapons and supplies you may find useful."

Vegeta turned his face slightly upon hearing this, and gave Hercule a slight nod before leaving the room. Nappa glanced towards Hercule and grinned, revealing that he was missing one of his front teeth.

"Seems like he might be interested. Well, see ya. We can finish our business with her later." Nappa winked, then took off to go find Bunny.

Hercule placed his hands on his hips and considered all that he'd heard, and reflected on the events of the day.

"Well, I guess I still got it after all. Now if only I had everything else back." He remarked to himself with a sad sigh, picking up his beer and slugging it back.

It was fun being here, getting laid and drinking to his content, but having a bunch of destructive Saiyans in his home along with his daughter and Miss Piiza made him a bit anxious. He had already lost his wife, Miguel to an illness before the invasion, then he'd lost the namesake to his city, his standing, half of the population along with the beauty of the city, utterly decimated.

All he could really do was go along with things and hope that he didn't end up on Vegeta's bad side, because it could very well be the end of him.

A feather duster swept away the dust of the day, as Chi-Chi happily dusted the bedroom she and Raditz shared. She was cleaning everything in the room thoroughly, perhaps in a subconscious desire to clean away any evidence that other women had been intimate there with her soon to be husband. Enough blonde and blue hairs had been found to make a wig of Launch's hair, and the thought made her frown. She tried not to think too hard about what their union had done to poor Launch, the timid little blue haired girl who had attached herself to Raditz's hip not long after he'd captured her.

The speed in which he discarded her in favor of Chi-Chi was a bit cruel, after all, he'd been balancing the two women for some time and hadn't really given Launch any forewarning. Chi-Chi used this opportunity to open up a bedside table drawer, and peeked inside. Inside the drawer, she found a bottle of Black Currant lube, a double ended silicone device that she definitely did not want to touch and… A familiar looking packet. Chi-Chi picked it up and examined it closer, finding Launch's name on the front, then opening it to see that the packet of medicine had only three pills taken out of it despite the fact that it was dated for two months ago.

Chi-Chi gulped and her hand trembled slightly as she realized what she was holding, and what this could mean for Launch.

"Chi-Chi." A familiar voice sounded from behind her, and Chi-Chi jumped in place, then hid the pills behind her back. When she turned around, she was faced by Launch herself, with blonde coils of hair framing her face and emerald eyes piercing right through her.

"Oh, hello Launch… Is everything alright?"

"I have news, but I want Raditz to be present. Seeing as you two…Are an item, now." Launch said with a disapproving frown, crossing her arms.

Chi-Chi wasn't oblivious– she had noticed something was different about Launch. For one, she was strapped with a belt of bullets that went across her chest, and was back in her regular tank top and shorts, rather than lingerie.

"Launch, I'm so sorry! I didn't plan for this all to happen so fast!" Chi-Chi cried out, then dropped the pills as Launch surged forward and held the barrel of an AK-47 under her chin, baring her teeth with a vicious grin.

"I told you Raditz was mine, but you didn't listen, did ya? No matter now. He's still gonna have to commit to ME."

Tears pooled in Chi-Chi's eyes, and she swallowed hard against the cool metal of the barrel. The door creaked open, and she was surprised to see Raditz walking in with his hands in the air, then saw that Hasky was standing behind him with the barrel of her pistol placed conveniently between his legs. Raditz smirked as if he found the entire situation amusing, but went along as Hasky's "hostage."

"Reunited and it feels SO good, huh?" Launch sneered, then shoved Chi-Chi back against the nightstand so that her arms were pinned against it. Raditz realized what was going on and his eyes suddenly went wide upon noticing the gun at Chi-Chi's throat.

"Now that I have you two together, I have good news!" Launch exclaimed with an unhinged cackle, and looked towards Raditz.

"Or should I say, we have good news, don't we Raditz?" She smirked, and waited for Raditz to figure out her meaning. When he neglected to speak, she turned slightly away from Chi-Chi to pull down her tank top and reveal a bite mark on her breast. Chi-Chi gasped upon realizing she had the same mark on hers, then looked over to Raditz with her brows furrowed.

"Whatever happened to this, huh? Lifemate?" Launch sneered.

"What's the meaning of this, Raditz? I thought I was your mate!" Chi-Chi chimed in, in disbelief of what she was seeing.

Raditz sighed and looked back to Hasky, hoping she would relinquish her hold on him, but she had his tail held tightly in one hand and his precious jewels were being crushed by her pistol. Raditz closed his eyes, then turned and looked to Launch with a sincere gaze.

"Listen… Launch, yes. I made you my mate. But, a mate doesn't necessarily always become a wife… I'm sorry… But I chose Chi-Chi as my wife. I still care for you, but I can't marry you, too!"

"Ha! You think I want to marry you? Think again, Bucko! You got me pregnant, you IDIOT!"

Raditz's mouth fell open with the declaration, along with Chi-Chi's, but Chi-Chi was quicker to respond to her than him.

"No he didn't! You got YOURSELF pregnant and I have proof!" She huffed, then kicked the package at Launch's feet.

"What is she talking about?" Hasky said, then came forward, freeing Raditz from her grip so she could see what Chi-Chi had kicked across the floor. Hasky picked it up and read it, then looked up to Launch with a puzzled expression.

"...Birth control, Launch? You stopped taking it…On purpose?"

Launch was silent, and gradually moved the gun away from Chi-Chi's throat.

"I… I don't remember… Blue must've hidden them somewhere, because I didn't even know we were taking them."

The room fell silent, and now that the truth was out, the tension slightly eased, and Raditz was able to carefully walk towards Launch. A sorrowful look came across his face, and the guilt was evident.

"She likely stopped taking them… Because of me. It's likely she wanted to be the best mate she could be by bearing a child for me. Launch… You really have done nothing to deserve this treatment. This whole mess… It's all my doing."

Raditz knelt to one knee, and bowed his head towards her.

"I'm sorry. I promise, I will be the best father to my offspring if you will let me. If not, I will understand."

The anger of the women in the room seemed to quell as they all looked at each other in confusion. Here their master was on one bent knee, begging for her forgiveness. Launch covered her mouth with one hand, and squeezed her eyes shut in an attempt to hold back tears. Hasky ran to her side and held her, while Chi-Chi tentatively placed a hand on Launch's back. "If you decide to keep the child, I will do whatever I can to help you, Launch. Whenever you need me, I'll be there."

Raditz looked up at Chi-Chi, then Launch, and wondered if there was a possibility of reconciliation. He slowly stood up, and towered over the three. Launch wiped the tears away from her eyes, then looked up at Raditz and took a shaky breath.

"I accept. But you have to allow me one thing."

"A-Anything!" Raditz stuttered, hoping forgiveness was in the books for him.

Launch looked over to Hasky, then back at him.

"I need to be somewhere quiet where I can rest… With all this stress, I can't possibly relax. So, I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I went to Master Roshi's for a while… And maybe, seeing as you and Chi-Chi are getting married, set me and Hasky… free?"

Raditz looked forlorn for a moment, then looked to Chi-Chi, and saw her nodding with a warm expression on her face.

"I… Honestly, I should have let you go a while ago, once I felt myself becoming closer to Chi-Chi. It was wrong of me to think I could keep you both happy. So, yes. I will let you go, but… I would like to see my child when they are born, if that's ok."

Launch nodded, and she and Hasky hugged each other tightly, before pulling apart slightly to kiss. Chi-Chi blushed and looked away as Raditz reached over and took her hand, squeezing to reassure her that she was also special to him.

"Meanwhile, Chi-Chi and I have the matter of our wedding ceremony to attend to. That is, as long as this doesn't change anything?"

Chi-Chi shook her head, then came close and wrapped her hands around Raditz.

"Of course I haven't changed my mind! There's just one thing I need to take care of before we proceed."

Chi-Chi backed away from Raditz, then looked down at her right hand, where her wedding ring from Goku still sparkled.

"I have to do something with this ring. I'm not sure if Goku will want it back now, but I don't think it's right for me to keep it anymore."

Hasky peered over her shoulder at the ring and smirked.

"If you give it to me, I can find a jewelry dealer who could probably hook you two up with a really nice replacement in return for this. It looks like a real diamond to me."

Raditz furrowed his brow, not comprehending what the big deal was over a tiny little diamond ring. He had seen diamonds the size of boulders in space, and Saiyans didn't exchange wedding rings. Saiyans preferred the old method of presenting their rival in love's heart on a platter for them to eat. He had a feeling Chi-Chi wouldn't be too keen on that idea, though, so he kept quiet.

"Yes! That sounds like a lovely idea, Hasky." Chi-Chi agreed, and handed over the ring. She let it go without any hesitation, as she had accepted the loss long ago, and the ring had become nothing more than a materialistic item.

"It's settled then. Pack a bag, Chi-Chi. We'll have some alone time until the ceremony. About three days, just you and me." Raditz chuckled, his tail swishing happily around in the air.

"Oh, and don't bother with lingerie or anything girly like that. Wear what you had on when I found you."

Chi-Chi looked a little confused by Raditz's statement, but was also excited about spending three days alone with Raditz.

"Wait…What about Gohan?" She frowned, and felt guilty that she'd be leaving her son for so long.

"Oh, he'll be fine. I'm going to have a talk with Vegeta." Raditz smirked, and Chi-Chi's eyes lit up with hope.

"Do you think… He'll free him from that terrible dungeon?"

"...Perhaps. I have my ways of persuading him. I know how Vegeta is, if I word things right I may succeed with ease. If not… Well, I suppose I'd have to tell him he and Nappa are on their own."

"You'd do that…For me?"

Raditz's gaze turned to hers, and their eyes connected in the deep way that only mate's seemed to be able to. At this moment, they were the only ones in the room, or perhaps the world. Their focus was on each other alone, as Raditz declared his loyalty to Chi-Chi, but not with spoken words.

As Chi-Chi stared into Raditz's eyes, her heart quickened and she had to grasp onto his hands to keep herself from falling. It was as if they were no longer in the room together, but instead in their very own universe where only she and Raditz existed, their surroundings black and formless. Then, Raditz looked into the darkness and Chi-Chi watched as an image formed, and Raditz's double stepped in front of her and blocked a massive red orb of light. He screamed and growled in agony as it threatened to burn him alive, but the woman behind him was more important than his own life in this vision.

"No!" Chi-Chi cried, and ran towards the illusion and attempted to make it disappear. As she walked through it, it did, and instead, another image formed beside her. This time, she was the focus, and she was standing at the foot of Fire Mountain, holding Gohan's hand and waving as Raditz flew down to meet them. He came close and kissed her on the lips, then hugged Gohan by his side. As Raditz backed away, he saw that Chi-Chi and Gohan both had halos over their heads, and this time it was Raditz that protested.

"No, Chi-Chi! I would never allow this. I would die before I ever let harm come to you or Gohan. You can bet on my pride as a Saiyan Warrior."

"Then it's settled. We are meant to be together, Raditz. Through hell or high water. Regardless of what anyone says… I love you." Chi-Chi said softly, and fell back into his embrace.

"And I love you, Chi-Chi. More than anything else before."

When the two came out of their fantasy, they realized that they were left alone in the room, and Raditz's hand slipped down to grope her bottom.

"We should have a little time before we have to get ready. I have some catching up to do with you." He purred, and Chi-Chi giggled in return, softening against his caress.

"You bet your ass you do." She whispered, then sank into his arms as he pressed her to his body and kissed her deeply, wrapping his tail possessively around her waist.

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A bubbly giggle echoed across the desolate streets of Saiyan City. The sound felt out of place on the desolate road, mirrored by the crumbling buildings facing out with broken glass gazes and melting graffiti. The gangs that once roamed the area had silently moved on upon witnessing Vegeta's brutality to the drag racers. 

Nappa hoisted Panchy up to his chest as he landed before their destination. She clung to him, kissing his leathery cheek and leaving pink lipstick prints. To her, it seemed more a romantic outing than anything. When Nappa had come to her with a list of items they needed to pick up from the market for Suno, she nodded enthusiastically and went to change her outfit into something more suitable for outerwear. Her flowered sundress, sunglasses and sandals were a bit last season, but they would do for now. He let her down gingerly, and they walked through the doors of the establishment. 

The shelves in the market held food past its expiration, but canned and preserved goods were shelf stable, and therefore highly sought after. Nappa looked around himself in complete disgust, his towering height allowing him to look above each aisle and peruse their options. Panchy took the list out of her cleavage and marked off a few items, then hummed contentedly and moved along. 

Grocery shopping had been a passion of hers before the invasion, and it had remained enjoyable for her, despite having a limited selection. The store seemed empty to everyone else, except for the shopkeeper who sat at the counter with a loaded rifle. He held down this market as a valuable bargaining chip- whatever starving stragglers that came in would gladly overpay for the items in the market, and if they didn't… Well, that's where the rifle came in handy. 

“I need to pick up Suno's prenatal vitamins… Nappa, can you push the cart? We still have so much to get. I'm afraid we may have to improvise. Fresh vegetables are hard to come by now since this terrible blight happened,” Panchy said with a trembling sigh as she set a large can of spinach in the cart. 

Nappa nodded and pushed the feather light cart around as instructed, watching his surroundings cautiously. Panchy’s oblivious attitude made her an easy target, and he wasn't willing to part with her. The shopkeeper already made it a point to load his rifle and currently held it as he watched them carefully from where he stood by the cash register. 

Guns didn't intimidate the Saiyan, but he was still wary of them as they could easily kill Panchy with one shot. The little blonde woman strolled leisurely over to the vitamins, picking up a bottle and turning it around to read the label. Once she finished reading that one, she picked up another and hummed in thought as she read the tiny lettering on the nutrition label. Nappa thought it was finally over, but then she picked up another pill bottle, making him growl in impatience.

A large, hot hand rested on her shoulder before gripping her pink dog collar from behind, signaling her master's impatience. 

“Just a sec, I have to make sure they have everything she needs-” 

“Grab it and go. Grab all the bottles she'll need, now,” Snarled the Saiyan, and with a gulp, Panchy pulled a few more off the shelves with renewed speed. 

He took a breath and clenched his fist tightly as she looked down at the list again and crossed things out. They were only a quarter of the way through, and already Nappa was ready to blow up the place. The eyes following their every move did not help the situation, as more humans had appeared from the shadows, and were now observing them both carefully, anticipating the moment they paid for their goods and walked out the door. 

Even if the value of  zenni had plummeted since the Saiyan invasion, precious metals and jewels were a refuge currency. Once the government had been overthrown, the drain on the economy was nonexistent, and with banks being destroyed, blown apart vaults could easily be opened, and soon paper currency had become only valuable as a fire starter. Silver and gold coins, jewels, bullets, canned food, matches, lighters, fuel, clean water and essentials of the sort took priority and the bartering system became commonplace amongst what citizens remained. 

Thus, causing theft and burglary to become a matter of survival. Such as the raggedy band of humans stalking them, who whispered amongst each other as they waited for the opportunity to rob them. 

“ What a big ugly brute.” 

“What's that they used to say? The bigger they are, the harder they fall?” 

“Disgusting. A dirty space monkey with a human woman… Just what we need.”  

Their nearly inaudible whispers were like shouts in Nappa's ears, and he could only grit his teeth and nudge Panchy along as she made her way down the list. 

“Oh, look Mr. Nappa! These chocolates are still good. I bet a big, hungry man like yourself would love my Devil's Food chocolate cake, mmm? Should we get them?” Panchy giggled with her closed-eye smile, and a brisk nod from him was all she received. “Is something wrong, sweetie? Did you need to use the restroom? Or are you hungry?” Panchy questioned with a concerned touch on his cheek, noting the dampness of his skin. His steely blue stare met her gaze with a hard, piercing effect and stunned her into silence. Through their connection as mates, he silently made her aware that they were in danger of being robbed, and an image of her being held at gunpoint made her gasp and pull out of the vision with a fearful cry. 

Panchy regained her senses and hurried her way through the market with a pounding heart– though Nappa's presence made her feel safe, she couldn't deny that the visual he'd given her would haunt her from now on. She was pulled out of her wonderland like a rabbit from a hat, dangling from her ears, delicate and defenseless. 

She quickly retrieved the last items without as much scrutiny as before, and hurried her way to the counter, where the shopkeeper counted their items and Nappa dumped a quarter of the pouch out onto the counter as the barrel of the rifle pointed at Panchy, who had taken to hiding behind her master's large bicep. His tail had instinctively wrapped around his beloved slave’s waist. He pulled her in close to his side as their currency was deemed acceptable, and they wheeled the cart down an empty aisle towards the exit. As soon as they made it to the doors, Nappa picked up the cart as well as Panchy and flew away so quickly that their stalkers hadn't the time to even draw their weapons. 

The excitement of the excursion made Panchy tremble, and she held onto his bicep much tighter. 

“I'm taking you away from all this, once we drop these goods off we're goin’ someplace special.” Nappa reassured her with a stern look, and Panchy melted in his arms with adoration. 

“Oh, Mr. Nappa, you charmer! You're going to spoil your dessert~” She played into his flirtation with a coy voice, and stroked his broad chest. 

“You can make your Devil's Food after I'm done with you, Bunny. That is, if you can walk.” He purred, and her cheeks blushed prettily in response.

“I'm sure I'll be on cloud nine.” She cooed, and leaned up to plant a kiss on his lips. Her fear had quickly dissipated in place of excitement and arousal, and in her defense– it was better to stay obedient and play oblivious rather than a victim. Suno had ended up a casualty of his brutality, and Panchy would have her stay that way if it meant she would live long enough to see Bulma find a way out of all this. She was confident in her daughter's ingenuity, and could only hope that Bulma and Suno would understand.

The sewing machine whirred along as Bulma busied herself with the alterations to Vegeta's armor. She had made quick work of the outer armor by removing the shoulder pads and leg bracers first, then began her work on a new bodysuit for him. A while back it had been to her delight to discover a fabric shop tucked away in a nearby building that appeared to be vacant. Looters hadn't noticed it because the sign had been knocked down and the storefront was rather inconspicuous without the help of lighting to illuminate the mannequins modeling the fabrics in the showcase.

Her discovery led her to begin making outfits in her spare time, which was when Vegeta would disappear to who knows where for hours at a time. Her first project had been the sexy flight attendant outfit that began with the crafting of the pilot's hat. She found out that boredom and an overactive imagination were not a good combination in these tumultuous times, and it was best to distract oneself with a hobby. The ream of blue, stretchy fabric she found was reinforced with a Kevlar-like material she had crafted from bamboo. Bulma prayed that Vegeta would approve of the new material and that it would suit his needs; she knew he'd mentioned “The Enemy,” and made obvious implications of them being a definite threat. For him to employ the assistance of King Piccolo and desperately attempt to recruit Goku, their enemy had to be powerful. It was unfathomable for anyone to be stronger than a Saiyan, all her time knowing Goku she'd thought he was the strongest being on Earth but now she'd seen there were others like him that were nowhere near as kind. 

Bulma pulled the fabric along with the pumping sewing needle until the pant leg was fully stitched, then knotted the end of the stitch. She stood up to hold up the suit and admire her handiwork, modeling it before the life size statue of Vegeta made from styrofoam. It lacked his signature mane and facial features but had his build based on the measurements she'd taken of his body. As she was slipping the body suit over the mannequin, she felt something soft and furry stroke against her leg with the jingle of a bell.

Scratch had made herself right at home here, feeling much more content now that Bulma had provided her with cat food, bedding and a litter box. She purred loudly, then stretched her claws out to begin sharpening them on the mannequin. 

“Scratch, no!” Bulma scolded her, scooping up the little black cat and looking directly into her eyes. The cat looked at her in an aloof manner as if to say: “What’s your deal?” 

Bulma talked to the cat as if she would understand– or cared to. “NO scratching the mannequin! Mommy needs it for Vegeta's armor.” 

The cat blinked, then her mouth yawned wide open in boredom to reveal her large canines before snapping shut with a sly purse of her furry lips. 

“Oh, Scratch. I know you didn't mean it sweetie.” Bulma changed her tone, and began scratching the cat behind the ear, then moving down to her chin and curling her fingers to graze the soft black fur and make the cat purr loudly as she shut her yellow eyes in contentment. As Bulma was preening her feline companion, she heard the jingle of the bell once again and paused to inspect the collar. 

“Where did this bell come from?” Bulma asked the cat, who simply blinked at her, unable to give her the answers she needed. Until that was, a tiny voice came through a speaker that must've been planted inside the bell. 

“Talk into my bell and I'll tell you.” 

Bulma jumped in midair and nearly tossed the cat in her surprise, before regaining her senses and catching Scratch. She did as the bell told her, pausing to look around herself conspicuously and listening to make sure the door was closed and no one else was on the other side. 

“... Hello?” 

“Hello, Bulma. It's been a long time.” 

Bulma's brow furrowed and her heart ached upon hearing a familiar voice that she thought she'd never hear again, yet part of her was fighting against the urge to rejoice. There was only disappointment in her future these days, so it had to be a cruel trick. 

“I asked you a question. Where did the bell come from?”

“Where else would such a thing be made? In a lab of course.” 

“Don't be ridiculous. Over eighty percent of West City is destroyed, I've been there myself. I only found Scratch by chance and it's a miracle she's even alive given the state of my house, which if you had been there you'd know it's been completely pulverized!” 

“Do you not recall the underground bunker that activates in the case of a disaster?” 

“I… Yes, I do. I was the one who designed it. How do I know you aren't an enemy spy using a voice modifier?” Bulma quickly changed her tone to suspicious after a subtle break in her resistance.

The voice inside the bell chuckled, and it sent tremors through her heart. She knew that laugh, there was only one like it.

“Listen. I'm trapped in here by a pile of very heavy material from the walls of the capsule dome. I need you to come and free me. It was by luck that Scratch was able to squeeze out through a small crack or else I'd never be able to reach you. Please help me. I promise I am not a spy.” 

Bulma was silent for a long moment, stroking Scratch's glossy black fur and staring into the cat's loving gaze as she contemplated. 

“I'll have to think about it. Even if I can free you, I no longer have free will nor the capability to move such a thing. You might be better off staying where you are, because at least then you're safe. Out here is not safe. There's a blight decimating all of our crops and killing our planet, aliens as powerful as Goku holding myself and others captive. And they have another group after them that's even stronger. So… I'm sorry. But I can't help you right now. If you even are who you say you are.” 

There was a long pause, followed by the sound of a lighter clicking and a slow drag from a cigarette. 

“I understand. You're a smart woman, Bulma. If you scratch my back, Scratch will scratch yours. I don't expect a welcoming party or anything of that sort. Just to see your darling face once more would bring this lonely soul some reprieve.”

Bulma's expression fell with grief, and she sighed. “I'll think about it. Now, I really have to go before someone hears me. Just stay quiet!”  

“Right-O,” the voice responded, and was silent until further notice. 

The succulent scent of Bulma's sweet strawberry pancakes still lingered in the kitchen air as Gohan walked into the room and pondered filling his stomach with some more of the delectable breakfast which may as well be dessert. Bulma made a ton of them, knowing well the portions needed to fill a Saiyan belly. Well, not exactly. Seeing as he was a hybrid he required slightly less food to fuel his body, but he wouldn't tell her that. He was still capable of eating a boatload of food depending on how gluttonous he felt that day. 

As the boy lifted the lid off the large dutch oven they were stored in, his face took on a sympathetic look and he seemed to mull over something with a heavy heart. 

That woman he had been imprisoned with, Suno. She took being held captive in the dungeon much harder than he. Many a long, cold night he'd sat and listened to her cries and whimpers for help that would never come. There was another thing, she was also pregnant with a half-saiyan baby, and had complained when it kicked and clawed her insides while demanding food from its mother that she could not provide. Her body had grown weaker by the day in order to keep the fetus satisfied, taking calcium from her bones and nutrients from her blood. 

Gohan knew well what it was like because Chi-Chi had told him herself, when she was pregnant with him her appetite was insatiable. The boy decided he'd mulled over it long enough, and picked up the Dutch oven full of pancakes already loaded with syrup and butter. Suno was malnourished and she needed it more than him. 

….

Beyond the closed door reading ‘VIP Members Only,’ glowed the rosy light of a boudoir lamp sitting on a nightstand, the pink shade with a black fringe giving the room a soft, romantic appeal. Vegeta sat there in nothing but a pair of black spandex underwear, which was all he had to wear while Bulma repaired his armor. He was reading a book with some very intriguing content, the one that had just fallen at his feet this morning when Bulma dropped it. 

“Hmm.” 

Vegeta turned a page of the notebook, and inspected the drawings and words illustrating them closely. The silly paper book he'd confiscated from his slave woman had proven to be much more captivating than he could've ever guessed. He picked up the mug on the table beside him, and took a sip. The Earthling’s drink; Coffee . It was tastier than anything he'd drank before, but he needed a lot more of it to feel the energy burst from the caffeine that Bulma said she required to wake up everyday. Once he got a sample of that caffeine rush, he demanded more of it and sent the slave men Goro and Kaito out with a pouch of gold to scour the markets for whatever cans of coffee or beans they could find. 

When they returned with a few bags of beans and two shopping carts full of coffee cans, he was secretly ecstatic. It was to his embarrassment– something he'd never admit, that he'd flown up to the roof with a bag of coffee beans and ate them like they were candy. Many uncomfortable trips to the bathroom later, Vegeta learned that it was better to brew them rather than eat them raw. 

The two men were sworn to secrecy about Vegeta's little incident and his addiction, and it was their responsibility each morning to brew a bucket of coffee for him every morning. Strong, black and hot was how he liked it, unlike Bulma who drowned hers with cream and sugar. He shook his head and tried to focus on the writing on the page instead of how delicious his bowel moving drink was. 

“Proposals for Blight Removal,” he read aloud, then hummed as his lips kissed the rim of his cup once again. 

“Prune trees and crops of infection. Strategic controlled burn of infected materials. Uproot forest trees. Disinfect and fumigate. Plant fungus and regenerate soil using composted material.” 

Vegeta mused on her proposal for a moment, then chuckled.

“So what she's saying is we should destroy the planet, but better this time. Good idea. Could be done in a day.” 

Vegeta closed the book, tucked it under his arm then picked up his coffee mug and left the VIP lounge to go discuss the proposal with Bulma. Hopefully she was done with his suit by now, because he was raring to go. 

As he was making his way back to her room, he heard the unmistakable sound of laughter coming from one of the bedrooms. Vegeta opened the door and frowned upon discovering Gohan and Suno together, finding the scene ridiculous and hard to comprehend. 

Though the subject matter was unbeknownst to Vegeta, Gohan was overjoyed while watching the antics of the Mad Hatter and the March Hare as they treated Alice to a wild tea party experience, with cups of tea flowing and sugar cubes aplenty. The insane pair sang of such a thing they called an ‘Unbirthday,’ which was a celebration that could be any day except the person's actual birthday. 

Why Gohan would spend any time with Suno eating sweets and watching goofy moving pictures was far beyond his comprehension. He opened his mouth to scold the boy for taking part in such infantile activities, before seeing the joyful expression on his face. 

“Do you need anything, Master Vegeta?” 

The war embittered Saiyan grit his teeth as he battled an internal war in his mind. When he was a child, he'd never indulged in such things past infanthood while in the secrecy of his mother's chambers. There he could be a sweet, innocent child full of laughter who craved only the sweetness of his mother's milk and the warmth of her embrace. It was a memory that he'd since long buried, perhaps in fear that his superior could see into his mind and would find his cherished memories laughable. 

“No. Just keep your volume down.” 

He wasn't sure why, but he decided that Gohan was allowed this one moment of joy before there was none. Before his childhood was ripped away from him savagely; desensitized to violence and terror. 

Nappa tossed the little pill at their grocery haul and smirked when a large puff of smoke appeared and the items all dissipated into thin air. He'd been given the item by Vegeta so he could gather goods more easily while traveling. Panchy looked on with an indiscernible expression– she had trained her smile well to never falter even when she wanted to scream and cry. 

‘Dyno-Caps, created by my late husband. Panchy mused inwardly. The irony of it all. Those were made for this very reason. So when I went grocery shopping… I didn't hafta carry everything home.’ 

The corner of her pink pasted mouth twitched only slightly. 

‘Oh, Trunks. What would you think of me now? Would you still love me after all this?’ 

Her train of thought was cut off when she was suddenly grabbed and flying through the air before she could even blink. Panchy gasped and went to hold her skirt down, noticing that Nappa had yanked it over her waist accidentally upon scooping her up, and now anyone below them would be able to see her panties. Then, she relaxed her arms and instead laced them around his wide collarbone with resignation. 

‘Oh, right. Who cares if they see my panties. It's not like I'm really married now. I doubt Saiyans even know what that is, and if they did I highly doubt they'd understand the value of such a ceremony.’ 

Panchy released a little sigh and rested her head against Nappa's shoulder. 

“Don't pout, Miss Bunny. We're headed somewhere now that'll really get you going. Betcha never swam in an underground pool. There's one in the basement where we're going!” 

Panchy remained silent. ‘ Where I lived, we had an underground pond and more. Oh, I miss my little zoo with all my animals. I miss my flower garden, I used to love watching the dinosaurs graze. What I miss most of all were those quiet mornings, while you read the morning paper and dictated interesting excerpts while I cooked a huge breakfast for us. We could never eat it all of course; but I made it with love. We used to talk about how fun it would be to have grandchildren and wondered when Bulma would finally find herself a good man and settle down. 

Those days are long gone now.’ 

Nappa looked towards her and furrowed his brow. She was being awfully quiet. He wasn't sure what the problem was, but he was hoping she'd perk up once they got to Satan House.

The familiar fabric of the silk cheongsam tickled her fingers as Chi-Chi ran her hands down her curvy hips. The loincloth-like panel down the middle was bordered with gold and the center was purple. She felt comfortable in the outfit, yet also slightly self-conscious. 

‘Will Raditz still find me attractive in such a frumpy outfit ?’ She wondered, but then shook the thought away as she tied her orange bandana around her shoulders. 

‘What a ridiculous thought,’ she voiced internally as she adjusted the fabric around her neck, frowning at her reflection in the mirror. Since last night she'd felt off, like every action was robotic and her mind could only wander off to Raditz, Raditz, Raditz! Almost as if she were an infatuated teenager again, and he was her first and only crush. All other men were nonexistent and unattractive in her eyes. Only he existed. 

Her body was overly sensitive and even just the graze of her thighs against one another or the brush of fabric against her nipples made her body tremble and her legs quiver with the need to be touched once more. Like that night they had consummated their bond and became official mates with both his venomous bite and the marriage of their bodies as one. Her heart still fluttered rapidly in her chest as she recalled his words from that time. 

‘Is it shameful for me to want to own every part of your body, to mark you inside and out as mine?’

Chi-Chi closed her eyes and shuddered, resting her hand over the breast that bore his love bite.

The answer was a resounding no in her mind because she had felt the same way for him, such as Launch who had also wanted to control Raditz by having his child. She wasn't sure what exactly it was about this man that made women want to fight over him, but she would be willing to if necessary. 

Chi-Chi suddenly snapped out of her quiet reverie as she sensed her mate was nearby, with a jolt of energy through her body followed by a flow in saliva in her mouth which moistened in response to his masculine scent of musk and salt. 

The thump of Raditz's boots harmonized with her heart as he approached the door, then swung it open. Before he had the time to speak she'd already turned around with a smile on her face, gripping a meager bag of her belongings tightly. 

“I'm ready.” 

Raditz looked slightly surprised, then smiled back. 

“Good. But don't feel the need to rush, Chi-Chi. You should save your energy.” 

She nodded, and set the bag down tentatively. 

“So…?” 

“I believe Gohan is done sparring for the day if you'd like to visit with him. Vegeta has allowed it.” 

Her heart quickened, and she stepped forward in anticipation. 

“What did he say?” 

Raditz looked into Chi-Chi's deep brown eyes, and swallowed as he prepared to speak. Then he began explaining.

“Raditz. I presume you're leaving with Gohan's mother then. On your way there eradicate any blight you see, whatever way you deem fit.” 

“Yes, Prince Vegeta. How do you know what I have planned?” 

“It's no secret you're smitten with the woman. I know the old ways that you intend to honor and you have my permission— with the catch that you will make good use of your time. Maybe she shall prove her worth after all.” 

Raditz nodded as Vegeta began to walk past, then he spoke up. 

“I have one requirement. If Chi-Chi wants to say goodbye to her son before she leaves… he is done with his imprisonment.”

“Hm! Bold of you to ask such after you've squandered half of our leverage on Kakarot breeding that Earthling woman. But, I suppose since Gohan no longer finds the weighted chains restricting nor does he fear the dark solitude of the dungeon there is no further purpose of keeping him there. Although, he is far behind when it comes to completing his training as a warrior.” 

Raditz bowed his head in gratitude. 

“Thank you, Vegeta. I'll bring Chi-Chi to him once she's ready.” 

With a dip of his chiseled chin, Vegeta left wordlessly to go dress himself and the conversation was over. 

After Raditz recounted the tale, Chi-Chi smiled in relief and embraced him. 

“Thank you, Raditz. I'm relieved he won't be down there any longer! However, I do worry about Vegeta around my son. I don't like not knowing how he's doing… I hope that you can stop Vegeta before it's too late next time. ”

Neither of them were aware that the boy had his own room already, but that was Vegeta and Bulma's best kept secret. The Prince would be embarrassed to admit that he'd given into the woman's demands a week back as it was and had already freed him– using Bulma as his puppet to manipulate Raditz into believing their lies about Gohan being beaten to near death. He wasn't lying about Gohan's progress though, that much was true. 

A sadness overcame Chi-Chi, and her eyes shimmered with tears. As Raditz gazed into her eyes, he saw the conversation she had with Bulma and realized that the fight they had while he was in the VIP room was over Gohan's condition. He saw the conversation with Bulma and bristled at the faint image of the girl as she spoke.

“-Vegeta told me that he's doing this to make Gohan stronger! Apparently, whenever a Saiyan is near death, they get some kind of power boost afterwards—it was ALL Raditz's idea! Vegeta took it really seriously, though… You know how he is."  

Raditz captured Chi-Chi by her delicate cheeks and looked her intently in the eyes. 

“Don't you believe the lies that the blue haired serpent is spitting at his behest for a moment! I will not let Gohan be beaten to near death at Vegeta's hand, or to have his tail wrung by iron bars! The desensitization of the Saiyans shall END while we are freed from Frieza's grasp!”

“Oh, Raditz, how could someone be so cruel?! Please, make it end!” Chi-Chi sobbed and pressed her forehead against his. Raditz clutched her to his body, silently convincing himself to be brave. He'd already begun to feel possessive of her, and if her love could be secured by caring for the child then he would claim the boy as his own and raise him his way in the place of Kakarot. Not Vegeta's way, nor Frieza's way. If he could prevent the desensitization of Gohan's tail as well as his mind he would. He may honor the ways of old, but this tradition was not one the Saiyans practiced. It was Frieza's will and it was only meant to torment his already tormented captors by abusing them unnecessarily. 

“I will not allow him to be harmed anymore. That's my promise to you as your mate. I may have lost my honor as a Saiyan but I can still prove my worth to you, as a man.” 

Raditz affirmed, glancing up at the window and sensing a power on the far horizon. The time to prove himself may be far closer than he thought. 

A sleek, blue tiger with creamy beige stripes was sunning itself in the grass before Satan's Den, licking the back of its massive paw, then swiping it across his own face. Puar stood guard as he had always done, using an imposing form and speaking the least he possibly could to keep himself disguised, unlike his former friend, Oolong. 

The cat paused his bath to look towards the tree line, where he heard the breaking of dry twigs underfoot. He stood to attention, his ears perking up as his golden eyes narrowed suspiciously. The woman he knew as Maron, yet had never revealed himself to had just burst out of a patch of briars and torn her skirt to an even skankier height that revealed a swathe of thick thigh meat. 

“Darn it! I hate the walk back here! Why can't he just drop me off?!” Maron grumbled, limping her way with one high heel shoe broken. 

She didn't understand her boyfriend. Sure, he was alien so there were bound to be lots of weird things about him. But what she was bothered by was how they had to sneak around in such secrecy. Why did she have to do all this work? Men usually came to her, not the other way around. Yet, he'd made the first move when he came to the club one night disguised as a human man and got himself a lap dance from her. She found out quickly just how alien he was, but her inflation with him outweighed her fear. The promise that he would take her back to his luxurious home planet and abandon the hopeless dump of a planet she lived on now was quite tempting, as well.  

Add an endless influx of love bombing and she was caught hook, line and sinker. That's what made the swollen lip she was sporting seem not so bad, though it was mottled with purple striations and a weeping split down the middle that was now caked with blood. His excuse was that he was frustrated with her because his boss was angry with him for being late sending the message, and he didn't want to resort to more dire methods of getting their attention just yet. 

Maron made her way to the door but was stopped by Puar. ‘ Where's Ranfan? She was supposed to distract the guard for me!’ Maron thought in a panic as Puar brandished a large scimitar and nearly jabbed her in the chest with it as his intimidating form towered over her. 

“Hold it. Where have you been? The Master will hear of this now,” he snarled, and grasped her tightly by the arm to bring her to Vegeta. 

“You don't understand! I was just taking a walk!” 

“Yeah? Tell it to the Saiyans… I can smell your disobedience and so will they,” the cat snarked back with a bared fang. He couldn't afford to give any leniency with the girl, the women were his responsibility to keep track of, and so far they'd been losing them left and right. Mai, Launch and Hasky were now missing, and he didn't want to face Vegeta's wrath if he was held responsible for Maron's escape. 

….

The irritation in the room was palpable as all of the denizens of the bar were gathered together, regardless of what they had been doing. The large tiger had come around gathering everyone for a meeting in the dining room after Vegeta had heard of Maron’s escape. All of the Saiyans and their mates were present, as well as Ranfan and Hercule, who had been discovered having a tryst in her bedroom. 

Everyone was paired up besides Maron– who was resistant to answer the questions about the mystery man that they had identified with their keen sense of olfaction. She was tied to a chair and sweating with anxiety as Vegeta paced around her, holding his katana menacingly while studying her aroma. He recognized the heady scent that her lover had left on her body, it was reminiscent of bergamot and sweet orange oil, along with the repugnant combination of their sex pheromones. 

Maron's breath even gave off a sweet odor of wine, green grapes and sharp cheddar, that of which her lover had indulged her tastebuds with. Lastly, he caught a whiff of mud and crushed forest greens on her muddied pumps– the damning evidence that she had been walking in the woods to rendezvous with him. 

Vegeta just needed Maron to admit her guilt then they could be done with it, and she could run back to her lover or be executed depending on the severity of his anger. She was in luck, because so far his day had been pleasant. He was happy with the modifications that Bulma had made to his armor; he felt like his movements were smoother with the bulk removed. He had the inkling he would move much faster now but unfortunately had to wait to test it out thanks to the girl's disobedience. 

Perhaps it was his fault she hadn't been assigned to a Saiyan master. Nappa and Raditz had taken their fill of multiple women, but he had only focused his attention on one… Bulma. As a prince, he should have an entire harem to choose from. Maron was very comely, so he'd have no issue performing. It was her grating personality that was the issue. 

“I swear I haven't done anything wrong, Mister Vegeta! You gotta believe me, I just went for an afternoon walk and got lost in the woods!” 

Vegeta paused as he heard Bulma huff in disbelief, rolling her eyes. 

“What do you think, woman? Is she telling the truth?” He asked her sharply, and she responded with a surprised jump of her shoulders. She paused for a moment to examine Maron, then crossed her arms and answered matter of factly. 

“I don't believe her story for a second. What boobs for a brain moron goes for an afternoon stroll in the woods wearing Valentino heels!?” Bulma sneered. 

Maron jerked against her binds as if to lunge at her, retorting back furiously‐

“That's rich coming from you, Heiress of Capsule Corp! You went adventuring with Vegeta in a skirt and heels just the other day!” 

“Yeah, well my Master is a prince after all, so it seemed fitting! What's your excuse?” Bulma snapped back while perching her hands on her ample hips and leaning down to glare at the other woman. It seemed she had forgotten that Vegeta was the interrogator here and not her, but the primal Saiyan in him was reveling in her feisty attitude. 

“My boyfriend is the Duke of his planet! A Crown Prince! I don't see Vegeta's crown. So why should I listen to him?” 

This time Vegeta's ire was inflamed, and he spun around to face her. Before she could spew any more slander on his behalf her airway was cut off by the blunt side of his blade. 

“If you value that tongue of yours, speak the truth before it's cut out!” He growled, shoving the flat of the blade against her throat once more while glaring deeply into her vapid lilac eyes as her face turned red and her lips went blue. He waited until her eyes began to roll back, then released the tension. 

Maron took a deep inhale, her head flopping forward as she coughed, tears rolling down her cheeks as she realized just how close to death she'd been. Bulma's hand clapped over her mouth upon seeing Vegeta's cruelty, then she sighed once seeing Maron's color return to normal. Vegeta let her catch her breath while he paced around her, and she gathered the strength to speak. 

“T-the black boxes… He wanted you all to open them but when I gave them out at the party, I guess you all were too drunk and they ended up sitting for a while.” 

Vegeta blinked, and tried to summon any memory possible of that night. He had been so busy with Bulma that night he'd never opened the box. The three Saiyans looked amongst themselves in confusion, then it was Panchy who spoke up.

“Oh yes, I remember! There were four pretty black boxes tied with red ribbons. We presented them during dinner.” 

“Do you know where they are, Bunny?” Nappa asked, and the blonde thought for a moment then nodded. 

“I think so! Yours is behind the bar, and the others we brought up to the rooms the next morning. I can go grab them now, Master.” 

Vegeta beat Panchy to the chase, walking briskly to the bar and looking around for the box. He smelled it before he saw it, and with a slight grimace picked it up. It was very light, but whatever was inside must've spoiled because it was giving off a foul stench. 

He thrust it into Nappa's hands just as the other Saiyan finished releasing Panchy from her leash to go find the others. 

“Uck! Stinks,” Nappa spat, moving it away from his face. 

“Whatever’s inside is meant for you, so I hope you're able to hold your bile. I have a feeling these gifts are not very pleasant.” Vegeta remarked flatly, his disgust evident. 

Bulma came to Vegeta's side and looked puzzled. 

“Why would someone give you gifts with something disgusting inside?” 

“Whoever it is, they certainly think they're funny, apparently. We'll see when the other gifts arrive how funny this is.” 

Panchy arrived with three more gifts, but that didn't seem right. Shouldn't there only be three total? Bulma was taken aback when one was handed to her, and was able to confirm it was hers by the name tag on the top. 

“I'm afraid to open it,” she whispered to Vegeta with an anxious gulp, and he took the box out of her possession. 

“You don't have to, because I don't trust any of these boxes and I'd rather face whatever it is myself,” he muttered, and watched as all four were placed on the table. He began opening hers first, then nodded to Raditz and Nappa to open their own. Ribbons and paper were torn in moments, then more foul aromas and gags filled the room. 

Before anyone could examine the box further Vegeta had already incinerated Bulma's gift. 

“What was in mine?” 

“A dead snake.” 

Bulma furrowed her brow, and for a moment she recalled the crawling sensation in her abdomen from her dream– along with the gelatinous texture of each egg that followed. Her knees weakened and she moaned as if about to vomit, then was caught by Vegeta before she could fall to the ground. Once he'd settled her in a chair, he went to open his own gift. 

Vegeta's heart nearly stopped in his chest upon picking up the item in the box– a pendant, now tarnished, its crystals dulled by time, but it was something unforgettable. Vegeta held in his hand the medal his father wore before his death. 

He stroked his gloved finger over the dulled red gem in the middle, managing to remove a bit of the dried blood. 

“Is that… King Vegeta's necklace?” Nappa gasped, recognizing it. 

“Yes. I don't know why he's chosen this, but I'm glad it's in my rightful possession now.” He said with a thick swallow as he held the medal tightly in his hand, then tucked it inside his armor wordlessly. Perhaps Frieza thought he was being cruel by reminding Vegeta that his father was dead and he could not wear the crown jewel as a king, but it matters little now. 

“I wonder what mine is!” 

Raditz said with glee, then opened his box only to find the severed penis of some poor alien, shriveled and black. 

“Oh… I guess I should've expected as much,” he said with a dejected voice, and closed the box so Chi-Chi didn't have to see. Raditz was no stranger to the look of necrotic flesh, though the sickly sweet smell of it is something no one truly comes to be accustomed to. Chi-Chi held Gohan's hand tightly and gave him a reassuring smile as the boy looked on in confusion. His half-saiyan nature allowed him the ability to smell what they could better than a normal human, and though he couldn't see what they were all looking at, the reactions from the adults made him think it was something unpleasant. 

But why would someone do that? 

Nappa's box contained a dead rat, which he scoffed at, unperturbed, “What's the point of these vile boxes, and who are they from? This has gotta be a trap, or we're being pranked by spies!” 

“We'll find out momentarily,” Vegeta said, and had to clench his fist to prevent his fingers from trembling. Once his fingers were still, he opened the fancy red envelope reading, ‘Prince Vegeta’ in calligraphy script, and read it aloud. 

“ To my humble employees – Vegeta, Raditz and Nappa.

I have given you each a unique gift that should strike a meaning in each of you, consider the association between yourselves and these gifts and what you all mean to me. I have even included a gift for Vegeta's little plaything, I've been told her name is Bulma?

I have missed your delightful company aboard the ship, such as the endearing wags of your furry tails! I've been wondering what's to come of my three star Saiyan Soldiers that were sent out on relatively simple missions. Sources tell us that you have landed on Earth and purged the planet only part way, why is that? 

I expect your answer swiftly, as you are aware what happens to soldiers that go rogue. 

I hope this personalized message reaches you soon. All messages may be communicated to Lieutenant Zarbon. I am certain you will be clever and resourceful enough to find precisely where on your marvelous blue marble he is stationed.” 

His Eminence, Lord Frieza.”  

The words began to smoulder, then fade to black as the letter burst into flame, then crumbled to ash in Vegeta's hand. 

“Well… We all knew the consequences of our disobedience. Now we must face it,” he muttered, then turned away from his fellow soldiers. Raditz and Nappa looked shell-shocked, yet Vegeta's countenance remained firm. 

Raditz was the first to object. “But, Vegeta! My wedding ceremony will take three days!” 

Vegeta hissed at his whining, “Then make use of it and secure the dowry! I expect you to also eliminate any blight you see and be on the lookout for spies!” 

“What are my commands, Your Highness?” Nappa questioned on one bent knee. 

“You finished your orders for the day, I assume? Then get in contact with King Piccolo and make him aware of this message. He has his part to play here too, as promised.” 

Nappa nodded, he had found the quarters suitable and was sure Vegeta would as well. 

“We're moving to the Mansion then, they know where we are and are probably hiding somewhere nearby. I'm sure I can find that out while you two complete your orders,” Vegeta said with a sly grin, and turned towards Maron.

“So, this boyfriend of yours IS in fact Zarbon, as I presumed. I didn't know he had such tawdry taste in women. You will tell me where he's hiding! I don't know how he's managed to conceal his power signature, but it's a cowardly thing to do, to send this harlot here to spy on us in our very own base!” Vegeta snarled with anger, and slashed his katana down towards her, cutting off a chunk of hair as the blade wedged itself firmly in the back of the chair. 

Maron let out a frightened gasp, and watched as her hair fell through the air in pieces, then bit back– “ He told me you were foolish to make your base so obvious! What did you expect? I never wanted to be a slave, anyway! I'm a lady, that's what he's told me! I deserve to be treated like one!” 

Vegeta yanked the katana out of the chair, then tossed it on the floor and instead, grabbed her by what was left of the hair cut close to her scalp. The other Saiyans looked on with masochistic grins as he wrenched her head to the side and spoke directly in her ear. 

“You are nothing but a body, a host to plant a seed in. You are no woman and no slave of mine from this point on, you are a hostage and you will act as such!” 

Maron yelped once more as he tore her hair out by the roots, then began to sob. Bulma and Chi-Chi looked on in horror, and Chi-Chi covered Gohan's eyes. 

Maron had been rendered unconscious for the moment, her eyes rolling back and body going slack from the shock of her hair being torn out. Vegeta brushed the bloodied blue hairs from his palm and went to dismiss everyone. 

“You have your orders. I will conclude business here. We cannot allow Frieza to intimidate us. You remember what our mission is here, Raditz. This means that securing Kakarot's alliance is all the more important. So once you are finished with Chi-Chi, I expect you will find him immediately.” 

Raditz nodded, trusting in Vegeta with his entire being. 

“Go.” 

With that simple command, the two departed, and the room was emptied out but for Bulma, Puar and the remaining humans. Chi-Chi gathered her bag, then turned towards Gohan and Suno by the exit. Suno took the boy's hand and gave a gentle smile to Chi-Chi, silently indicating that he would be safe here with her. 

“I suppose this is goodbye, Gohan. I will be back soon, I promise. When I come back, you and I will spend more time together now that Prince Vegeta has said our punishment is over.” 

The boy smiled, though he paused. 

“Wait, that doesn't mean I'm done training, does it?” he asked with a frown.

Chi-Chi seemed puzzled. “You… Want to keep training with Prince Vegeta?” 

“Yeah! Sparring is lots of fun!” Gohan enthused, causing his mother to sigh. She was reminded of the way his father adored battle, and was always raring to go against any challenge, no matter how difficult. 

“I understand. Just get stronger, son. You're a Saiyan after all, and you can help protect this planet,” she said with a smile, and kissed him on the head. Raditz looked on with a soft smile as well, though his eyes failed to beam with joy. 

He was proud of Gohan, and glad the Chi-Chi had begun to understand the ways of the enigma that was the Saiyan male. Yet… Placing a child in armor and handing him a weapon did not make him a soldier. Nor did sending him out to an inhospitable environment and hoping he could survive. Raditz knew these ways were cruel, yet nothing could be done. It was the way things had been since he was a whelp travelling through space with Nappa and Vegeta when he was naught but a child, slaughtering the innocents for measly bags of gold and whatever materials that Frieza desired.

The Galactic Empire… Four galaxies of slavery, suffering, death and war. Frieza's people were either slaves or soldiers. There was no joy in such places. Only pain, sadness and the brief release of lust. Only on Earth had he discovered that there was more to life… There was love. There was happiness even in the face of an alien invasion. Doomed planet be damned, here the child was still grinning cheek to cheek with his tail wagging. 

For a moment, Raditz was reminded of his little brother, the way he had been before they sent him away. Always happy and laughing, smiling in the face of adversity. Raditz had in some small way, resented that quality because it could not be dug even from the deepest soil of his soul. Raditz did not possess his brother's joyful spirit, it had been crushed before it could bloom into such. He was not celebrated after he was born. Perhaps by his mother, but those memories had been buried as well beneath tons of dark sediment soiled in blood; sodden in isolation. 

“Go on and play, Gohan. Enjoy it while you can,” he whispered softly, then picked Chi-Chi up in his arms and flew away with her. Chi-Chi looked up into her fiancé's cold expression and wondered what was beneath that mask of stone. Perhaps she could find a crack she could chisel through. 

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The Pendulum Room. This was where Goku had come to open his eyes to the injustices done to the Saiyans. Though he despised the Saiyans for what they had done to the planet and its people, he had to know their reasoning for attempting to recruit him. Even if he hated them, he didn't hate his own planet– He didn't want to see it all burn. Especially not when his son was still out there somewhere, in their ‘care’. The tall door creaked open, a sharp reminder that they stood high above the Earth they knew. The Lookout's ancient power had seeped deeply into the pillars, though crumbling from age. The ceiling pendulum swayed with slow, unnatural rhythm, glinting in the dim golden light. Magic clung to the air—thick and old. As the door swung open, it was akin to blowing the dust off the pages of a powerful grimoire. 

Goku stood at the entrance with Krillin beside him.

“You sure about this, man?” Krillin asked, watching the pendulum sway with an uneasy expression.

“Kami said this place doesn’t just show the past… It makes you feel it. Like you’re really there. If we die here, it'll feel real even though it isn't.”

“I have to do this,” Goku said quietly. “There’s too much I don’t understand. I need to know who we were before. I want to know more about my people… Why this fight is so important to them. ”

Krillin frowned, shifting uncomfortably. “Then I’m going with you. Someone’s gotta keep your head in the here and now.”

They stepped inside, and the heavy door shut with a hollow finality. The pendulum swung with a resonant -DONG-. And the world, as they knew it, tore apart.

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They stood on Planet Vegeta.

The sky was a bruised red, as if the atmosphere itself had been wounded. Smoke rose in pillars from smoldering cities. Buildings were cracked, collapsed, and burned. Explosions echoed across the horizon, while Saiyan warriors fled or fought in disarray.

Krillin staggered back. “Wh-what is this?”

“This… this is their last day,” Goku whispered.

In the chaos, one figure emerged, battle-worn but purposeful. A scar over his cheek. Armor dented and cracked. A blood-soaked red bandana tied around his forehead. His determined gaze burned like fire through the ashes of his homeland.

Bardock.

Goku’s heart clenched. “That’s him!”

Krillin turned. “You know him?”

“My father.”

Bardock charged into battle, striking Frieza’s soldiers down with precise, furious blasts. His movements were desperate but not wild. He fought like a man who already knew the ending.

Goku stepped forward. “Father!”

Bardock turned sharply. His gaze locked on Goku. For a second, the battlefield fell silent as the two looked upon each other as if for the first time—or like staring into a distorted funhouse mirror.

“You—” Bardock’s voice was raw. “You look like me…but?”

“I’m Kakarot!” Goku shouted, voice trembling. “I’m your son!”

Bardock stared, breathing hard. “Kakarot was a newborn. This can’t be possible…”

“I was sent to Earth. I survived,” Goku said. “Please, tell me why this happened!”

Bardock’s eyes flicked skyward. Frieza’s ship loomed above, its shadow falling over the planet and darkening the sky like a death god descending upon them.

“Because we let him rule us. We were killers. Soldiers. And then… He decided we were a threat that he couldn't allow to grow.”

“Then we'll stop him together —don’t do it alone!”

Bardock narrowed his eyes. “No, son.”

He blasted into the sky with a roar of ki, soaring like a comet of defiance. The last light of Saiyan resistance.

Goku tried to follow but couldn’t. His body wouldn’t move. The memory would not let him interfere.

Krillin shouted, “Goku, look!”

High above, Bardock hurled his strongest attack directly at Frieza and his fleet. But it wasn't enough. It was simply absorbed, the blue glow of his ki fading to reveal Frieza, untouched. With a hellish cackle, he raised a single finger. The red death ball left his hand like a dying star, burning brighter and brighter the more it grew. Bardock’s scream echoed across the heavens and then, silence.

A blinding flash of light, the scent of disintegrating flesh. The ball of light passed through the surface of the planet with a deep, crumbling static, glowing striations of white hot lava forming beneath the surface. The ground cracked and bubbled for a moment before all was pierced by pain and death. Planet Vegeta exploded with a massive BOOM.

A high pitched sound came, then debris was blasted out for miles around with the remnants of the planet scattering into colorful dust. The shockwave slammed Goku and Krillin into a wall. The Pendulum Room shook beneath their feet, though they weren’t physically there.

“No!” Goku fell to his knees, breath hitching in ragged gasps. His fists trembled, gripping his gi so tightly it tore.

And through the swirling dust, a whisper…

“Make my death mean something, Kakarot.”

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The golden haze faded and they were back on familiar ground. The pendulum swung gently overhead, creaking softly as if mocking their moment of silence.

Krillin crouched beside Goku, his voice low. “You okay?”

“He fought for us,” Goku murmured. “Even when it was over. Even when no one else believed in him.”

Krillin’s expression softened. “He was a warrior. But you… you’re more than that, Goku. You've changed.”

Goku didn’t respond. Not right away. His eyes stayed fixed on the pendulum, like it still held a fragment of the past he wasn’t ready to release. Then he stood.

“I won’t let it happen again,” he said. “No matter what.”

Piccolo stood beside Piper in the wasteland beyond Neo Namek—once a vibrant forest, now reduced to cracked earth and rotting roots. The air stank of decay and ash. Charred trees twisted skyward, their blackened leaves remnants of a failed purge by his army.

Piccolo knelt, pressing his hand to the ground. The soil hissed under his touch, pulsing with venomous ki that surged into his arm like a warning. He snarled through gritted teeth.

He focused his energy, a vivid green aura flaring around him. A ripple of life force surged into the deadened ground, yet nothing stirred despite his efforts.  

Piccolo scowled. “I command you to awaken. Nature cannot fight back, so you must do what it has failed to do.” 

The Saibamen were once little more than living weapons. Disposable soldiers. But he had studied their biology; they were strange, unstable beings with wild potential. If he could rewrite them, splice in regenerative traits from his own DNA, imbue them with ki, discipline and purpose…They could be reborn—not as mindless monsters, but as guardians.

The process was long. Brutal. The first subjects were grotesque, dying in agony before stabilizing. But over time, they began to take shape into something substantial, growing massive in size as they fed on the very ki that had poisoned the planet and purified it within their bodies through photosynthesis. 

The ground trembled. Beneath it, the Saibamen stirred—like rhizomes coiled in the earth, absorbing blight until strong enough to break free.

“Awaken, my Titans. You were born from this blight… but you’ll end it.”

With a roar, the first surfaced from the dirt.  One by one, they burst from the soil until they were an army of thirteen. They were towering, moss-skinned titans with bark-like armor and glowing yellow eyes that gleamed with knowledge and purpose, unlike their former selves. Living giants, bred to have battle instinct and purifying ki. 

He pointed toward the horizon where the corruption festered thickest.

“Go.”

With a thunderous roar, the Saibamen Titans charged, tearing through cursed flora and burning away the rot with their very touch.

Piccolo remained still as he caught his breath, one hand pressed to the soil, his energy drained. 

“This planet has suffered enough. If I have to burn every root of Frieza’s evil out with my bare hands… then that’s what I’ll do.”

Piper stood beside him, cat-like eyes wide as he watched the fragile bones of the forest utterly pulverized beneath titanic feet.

“Do you think it’s enough?” he asked quietly.

“No,” Piccolo said. “But we have to try something. Our first army wasn’t enough on its own. My Titans can cover more ground.”

Piper hesitated. “Should we follow to make sure?”

“You can if you like.” Piccolo stood tall again. “I have other matters to attend to. My wife, Mai… she’s about to give birth.”

Piper blinked, then gave a brisk nod. “Yes, sir. I’ll oversee the Titans.”

He placed a hand on Piccolo’s shoulder pauldron—tentative, almost reverent.

“Father.”

Piccolo turned, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

“Go on, Piper. We’ll regroup tonight. You’ve got siblings to meet.”

The mutant nodded eagerly and launched into the sky, bat-like wings slicing the wind as he soared toward a horizon glowing with embers.

The long trek from Satan City to Frypan Mountain had so far taken them to the edges of Mount Paozu. Chi-Chi knew the land like the back of her hand, guiding Raditz through dense foliage and across rocky terrain. But now, even she was growing uneasy.

Chi-Chi knew these old trees. She’d once run barefoot across their roots as a child, chasing squirrels with her father’s ox-sized boots clunking behind her. But now, even the birds were quiet. The trees were…Too still. The wind carried no floral fragrance, instead soot and toxic spores. The forest had changed immensely.

The moss oozed a black, tar-like substance. The tree bark was blistered like scabbed flesh, oozing green pus; infected. The grass was slick with fungal rot, and once-clear creeks flowed dark green. The blight had corrupted all it touched.   

She slowed her pace, brows furrowing. “Something’s wrong.”

Raditz scanned the tree line, scouter offline by choice; he preferred to rely on instinct out here. “We’ve passed three dried-out creeks and zero animal tracks. We need to find something edible soon.” 

Chi-Chi knelt near a tree, touching the trunk. Her fingers came back dusted with black soot. “We can't risk it with this blight infecting everything. It's reaching further than anyone thought… It's totally destroying Mount Paozu.” She said softly with a broken whisper, and stood to grasp Raditz's arm for support.  

Raditz stepped beside her, expression dark. “Frieza’s poison spreads like a virus… even strong forests like this one couldn't fight it.”

A faint growl echoed through the trees.

Chi-Chi stood quickly, hand on the hilt of the blade strapped across her back. She hadn't forgotten the sword training she had as a young girl–which was good, seeing as she may need it very soon. Raditz moved protectively in front of her, teeth bared.

Raditz sniffed the air and growled. “Stay alert. Something’s watching us.”

Chi-Chi unslung her blade, the steel glinting faintly in the filtered light of the canopy.

 “I feel it too. We’re not alone.”

A deep rumble answered her words, followed by the heavy, deliberate thud of colossal feet which vibrated the ground they stood on.

Branches snapped. Trees groaned. Then, a monster crashed through the underbrush.

It was a tyrannosaurus; a creature she had known and feared as a child, and eventually learned how to defeat. But something was very wrong with it.

Its flesh was rife with lesions, its eyes glowing red and psychotic. Shards of bone jutted from its neck and shoulders like jagged armor, its tattered skin banging like a lion's mane. It looked like it had died before, began to decay, then came back to life somehow. As it roared, its breath reeked of death and poisonous fumes, enough to make Chi-Chi gag.

Raditz stepped forward, grinning. “Now this feels like a Saiyan honeymoon.”

The undead beast lunged, jaws wide.

Raditz flew upward, uppercutting it with an electric pink shining friday. The ki strike tore through its chest but it didn’t slow down. It absorbed the energy, flesh hissing from the damage but not seeming to affect the creature. 

“What the hell—?!” Raditz barely dodged a swipe from its claw, a few strands of hair catching on the beast’s claws. 

Chi-Chi somersaulted between the creature’s legs, slicing across its underbelly. Blood sprayed, but again—no sign of pain. The dinosaur turned unnaturally fast and slammed its tail into a tree, splintering tje bark just inches from her head and sending the tree careening through the forest.

As she stood just feet below it, she witnessed a tendril of noxious green light coming up from the ground and entering the wound, the flesh bubbling with an unearthly glow, then stitching the skin together. 

“It’s regenerating!” she shouted. “It’s using the blight to stay alive!”

Raditz bared his teeth, fury building. “Then we'll burn it out before it has the chance to rebuild. Quickly now!”

He shot into the air, hands raised high. Chi-Chi aimed her sword as the beast leapt towards her, timing her next move.

“On my mark!” Raditz shouted.

The beast charged her, mouth open wide, it's hot breath blowing back her bangs with a putrid odor.

“NOW!”

Chi-Chi vaulted straight up as Raditz’s twin Double Sunday blasts slammed down. She followed with a powerful plunge to its heart with her sword, hitting the dinosaur in the same spot as him. This time, their combined attack overwhelmed its corrupted core before it could regenerate.

The creature shrieked, then burst into flames, its desiccated tissue unable to withstand the heat. When the smoke cleared, all that remained was scorched earth and a few chunks of smoking bone.

Chi-Chi landed hard, panting. Raditz touched down beside her.

She looked up at him. “So. That’s how Saiyan weddings work, huh?”

Raditz chuckled, brushing a chunk of flesh off his shoulder pad. 

“Tradition says I’m supposed to protect my mate for three days. I didn’t expect you to hold your own like that.”

“You should know me better by now,” she smirked while tightening her ponytail. “I’m not some delicate flower, never have been.”

“I know. That's why I like you.” He purred, his hand playing at the long ponytail and running her hair through his fingers. Chi-Chi giggled and placed her hand on his cheek, caressing it. They stood in the clearing, surrounded by dead trees and rising smoke, gazing into each other’s eyes. Raditz licked his lips, then leaned down to kiss her. Chi-Chi melted into his arms, her hands curling around his powerful shoulders.

Even as she relaxed against him, Raditz kept one eye open, his warrior instincts refusing to rest. He scanned the area—and froze.

The remains of the dinosaur twitched.

Beneath the tattered skin of its scorched ribcage, something pulsed with light. His scouter chirped sharply, detecting an energy spike. He pulled back from her at once and held her aside as he watched the anomaly take place. 

“What the hell? It’s dead! There’s no way anything’s still alive in there.” Raditz took a cautious step forward, Chi-Chi moving with him.

He raised his boot to crush the ribcage, but Chi-Chi grabbed his arm.

“Wait! Don’t!” she cried, rushing past him. She dropped to her knees, digging through the scorched flesh and ash.

Raditz’s jaw clenched. “Be careful!”

Chi-Chi’s fingers brushed against something smooth and warm. She pulled it free and revealed a dark orb, coated in soot. Her breath hitched as she wiped it clean, revealing a brilliant orange surface, faintly glowing with embedded stars.

Her eyes welled with tears as she held it close to her chest. “A Dragon Ball...”

Raditz narrowed his eyes. “Wait… I’ve seen that before. That woman… Mai. She had two of them when I took her captive. But I didn’t know what they were.”

Chi-Chi looked up at him, her voice trembling. “They grant wishes, Raditz. If we find all seven… anything is possible.”

His mouth hung open. He had heard stories… Space tavern tales, Namekian myths, but he’d always dismissed them as fantasy. Until now.

He stepped back, his head still reeling, but he had to stay sharp. “Keep it safe. We need to move before more of those things show up.”

She nodded, carefully tucking the Dragon Ball into her pouch. Her smile lingered, small and blissful. For the first time in ages, she felt it: hope.

They turned back toward the path, the trees still groaning under the weight of the blight, but now, the journey felt lighter. For a single moment, the future didn’t seem so bleak.

Nestled beneath the twisted branches of the poisoned forest, Zarbon’s ship shimmered with cloaking tech, veiled from scouters and the naked eye. The soft hum of the alien engine barely pierced the thick air, clung with the odor of rot and spores.

Inside the metallic hull, Maron sat on the edge of the bed, arms wrapped tightly around herself in a self-reassuring hug. Her once flawless blue hair was tangled and matted with dried blood where a patch was ripped out at the root. Bruises bloomed along her neck. Her breath came out shallow.

Vegeta had forced her here under threat of death—using her like a tool to flush out a rat.

She looked up as Zarbon entered. “Zarbon... can’t you see what he did to me? Don’t you care that I’m hurt?” Her voice trembled. Ever since she'd returned, he was giving her the cold shoulder and she couldn't understand why. She had done as he asked, but it seemed like that had only made things worse. 

“Zarby, please! I love you.” She pleaded, hoping her love was enough to amend all wounds. 

“How dare you!” Zarbon seethed upon hearing her call him such a foolish name, and backhanded her hard across the face. The ring on his hand cutting a shallow line across her cheek in the process. Blood welled up immediately. 

She gasped, cradling her face, eyes wide.

“Wh-Why?”

“Tell me what Vegeta’s planning,” Zarbon growled, grabbing her by the choker around her throat and yanking her to her feet.

She choked, struggling. “You said we’d elope,” she rasped. “You said you’d bring me to your home planet and make me your queen!”

“Did you really believe that drivel? You're dumber than I thought.” Zarbon scoffed, “That was a lie. My home planet was destroyed long ago.” With that admittance, he dropped her, the choker coming away in his hand and a red light glowing from beneath. 

She hit the floor, and began coughing. He didn’t spare her a glance as he stepped over her and approached the console, looking at the tracking device on the collar then the monitor, and quickly typing something. 

“Did I… Mean anything to you?” she cried weakly, still regaining her breath. 

“You were useful,” he said offhandedly while still typing. “A pretty distraction. That’s all.” His cool tone; with a flip of his emerald locks showed he truly meant those words. He had wined, dined and duped her. And she had fallen for every sweet nothing and empty promise that had come from those perfect lips.

She rose shakily to her feet, now furious.

“So that’s it? After all the time we spent together, all the times you said you loved me! I was just a thing to you?”

He turned back, sneering. “Shut up, you Earthling whore.”

“Zarbon! Take that back, or else I'll–” Maron shrieked, but was cut off when she felt pain suddenly rushing through her body. His finger raised and a beam of energy tore through her chest. She reached to touch her chest, then looked at her hand and saw how it came away red.

Maron gasped, blood leaking from the corner of her mouth as the betrayal, the disbelief, then the life drained from her lovely lilac eyes. 

She crumpled beside the bed where they'd spent so much time with a soft thud, a smear of blood trailing down the wall behind her as her cheek dragged slowly down the wall. 

Zarbon didn’t bother even glancing at the woman he'd torn the heart out of– literally and metaphorically.

He tapped his scouter. “Vegeta. I know you’re listening. I just killed one of your pretty little slaves. How many more will you let die before you crawl out of your den?”

The cloaked vessel hummed faintly beneath the scorched canopy. Nearby, fungus-covered trees breathed like cancerous lungs, their trunks warped and poisoned by glowing pustules of blight. The ground trembled as Vegeta landed hard, his boots cracking a stretch of blackened dirt beneath him.

He didn’t bother knocking.

With a flick of his wrist, a concentrated burst of ki shredded the ship’s outer plating, revealing the dim interior. Sparks rained from a ruptured conduit. The faint scent of scorched flesh lingered in the stale air.

Inside, Zarbon remained unfazed, arms crossed. He stood beside Maron’s body, which had been partially struck by Vegeta’s blast. Her blood was already cooling on the floor. He had found the tracker on her collar and was still holding it in his hand. They were clever, he'd give them that. Bulma was quick when it came to making tech. 

“Pleasure seeing you here, Prince.” Zarbon mocked. “You kept me waiting.” 

“You never had the balls to fight me head on,” Vegeta snarled, stepping through the breach. “So you used Maron as a little toy while you waited? I heard more than enough of your vile chatter over the scouter.” He scowled, he may have disliked Zarbon before, but he hated him now. He was surprised how much hearing Zarbon’s sheer disrespect of Maron pissed him off. 

It was different than how he'd punished her himself. Using her love as a way to manipulate her… To make her do whatever he wanted while under the guise of trust, love and comfort. It was… Wrong. 

“You're a sick bastard. Truly.” Vegeta spat at him, clenching his fist. 

Zarbon turned slowly, a cruel smile curling at his lips. “You always underestimated my taste for theatrics. You've chosen humans over power, Vegeta. A foolish mistake. Now look at what that cost her. Her useless existence.”

Vegeta didn’t answer. He glanced down briefly at Maron. He had never felt anything for the girl, but something about seeing her lying there dead in a pool of her own blood– an innocent girl who had wanted for nothing other than love, a girl so very much like Bulma… Suddenly provoked his aura to explode.

The ground beneath the ship fractured with his rage. Crimson energy crackled around him in jagged bolts, warping the air with pure fury.

Zarbon’s grin faltered. “Still angry about your little plan crumbling?”

“No,” Vegeta said. “I’m angry that you thought this stunt would make any difference.”

He launched towards Zarbon. The impact shook the ship. Fist met palm, Zarbon blocked, but just barely. The force hurled him into a wall, which folded like tinfoil beneath him. He flipped midair and retaliated with a ki wave, but Vegeta flew straight through it in a blur of heat and vengeance.

They clashed mid-ship; two blurs of color and motion. Ki blasts lit the darkness like lightning in a storm. Somewhere between blows, Zarbon transformed; his elegant features warping into monstrous brutality. 

“If you want a real fight, monkey, then I’ll give you one!”

“Perfect,” Vegeta said, grinning. “I'll enjoy killing the real you.”

They collided again; shockwaves splintering what was left of the camouflaged hull. The ship buckled and collapsed around them, flames licking the edge of the woods.

Outside, Bulma crouched low among the trees, clutching a scouter she was using to like a walkie talkie to keep in contact with Vegeta. She held her breath as she watched their battle pulverizing what was left of the woods. Her pulse hammered in her ears as energy levels climbed and the trees snapped like brittle bones. 

Then came silence.

Followed by a scream.

---

Bulma ducked behind a collapsed support strut as Vegeta’s latest blast sent Zarbon flying through a tree, the impact ripping bark and snapping branches like kindling. The forest stank of ozone, smoke, and something far worse—the rot that had poisoned the land. The same poison that had been spreading since after the Saiyan invasion… the same one that had twisted even the dinosaurs into monsters.

And Zarbon knew what it was. She had to stay sharp. Stay hidden. Stay useful; a perfect pet.

Her voice was low into the scouter. “Vegeta. Don’t kill him. Not yet. I need answers.”

No response. Just static and another explosion overhead as Zarbon surged back with a brutal claw swipe that raked across Vegeta’s chestplate.

“Damn it,” she hissed.

She checked the hidden syringe in her boot; a homemade paralytic compound strong enough to down a great ape, at least for a few minutes. It was a long shot. If Vegeta didn’t stop soon, there wouldn’t be anything left of Zarbon but scorched pulp.

She watched the two warriors crash again, their bodies lighting the forest with ki like twin comets. The ground quaked beneath their blows. Trees fell. The poisoned soil buckled, belching up caustic yellow bile.

Then, finally—Vegeta gained the upper hand. He drove his elbow into Zarbon’s gut, followed by a devastating knee to the jaw. Zarbon hit the ground hard, his monstrous form shuddering as he struggled to breathe. One of his ribs was fractured, and had pierced his lung. 

Bulma took her chance. She sprinted out from cover, ignoring the shouts behind her.

“Bulma, what the hell are you doing?!” Vegeta’s voice roared through the smoke.

Too late.

She knelt beside Zarbon’s twisted form, yanked his head up by the hair, and plunged the syringe into the side of his neck. The hiss of pressure was nearly drowned by his howl of rage—followed by stillness.

Zarbon’s limbs twitched to take action, but his muscles seized, useless. His bloodied lips curled, trying to speak. Bulma leaned in close, her voice as sharp as a blade.

“Listen, you coward!”

He gurgled. One eye rolled toward her.

“I want to know what Frieza used to poison the Earth. What chemical? What strain? How is it spreading?”

Zarbon snarled, then coughed violently—black ichor leaking from his mouth.

“Bio…engineered,” he rasped. “A hybrid spore. Earth-killing. Engineered on Kenzor-4. Weaponized to target ecosystems.”

Bulma’s blood went cold. “And the cure?”

“There… isn’t one.” He smiled weakly. “Unless… you ask the ones who made it.”

She froze. “Who?”

He gave a slow, pained nod. “Frieza’s scientist, Malaka… aboard his ship would know. I wanted to escape him… I really… did but–”

That was all she needed.

She stood, breathing hard, eyes locked on Vegeta as he approached, bloodied but still standing tall.

“I got what I needed,” she said. “Now he’s yours.”

“Where is Frieza’s ship? Is it on this planet?” 

Zarbon weakly blinked, then attempted to speak. "NN…” His voice petered out, the blood coming from his mouth now gushing so much he was unable to speak, not that he would have had the strength.

Vegeta didn’t hesitate. He raised one hand and vaporized Zarbon in a flash of blue light, not allowing him to clarify further. Zarbon was once a captive himself. But he had been a servant of Frieza for far too long. 

The ashes of his body blew into the poisoned wind. Vegeta looked towards Bulma, who was still staring at the remnants of Zarbon’s body. 

“Maron, she… And he was..” She stuttered, unable to put into words the emotions that were bubbling up inside. It was like some deranged version of Romeo and Juliet, just as tragic if not more. 

“They're only two victims amongst millions. Millions of Saiyans… This is nothing compared to that.” 

Bulma turned to him quickly, her eyes widening. “What do you mean, millions of–?” 

“That's right. You didn't know. Perhaps it's time… I tell you.” Vegeta said with a hollow finality, and turned away from the gruesome scene. 

----

The forest was still burning behind them, dying trees like kindling, coughing ash into the darkened, gray sky. The sun was blocked out by the smoke; only filtering through in small flickers. Bulma trailed after Vegeta in silence, her boots crunching over scorched rock and crumbling sod. He didn’t speak right away. His scouter sparked, damaged from the fight. His armor was cracked at the shoulder, a deep gouge in his chest plate was leaking blood.  He looked tired, but not weak. Never weak.

Finally, after they’d reached the ridge overlooking the blighted valley below, he stopped.

Bulma caught up, panting slightly. “What did you mean back there… about the millions?”

Vegeta didn’t look at her. His eyes were on the horizon, watching the poisoned clouds drift over the dead landscape. Then he spoke.

“Frieza destroyed Planet Vegeta.”

Bulma blinked. “What?”

“He wiped out the Saiyan race. Our home, our cities, our people—obliterated with a single blast. Men. Women. Children.” His voice didn’t shake. It was icier than ever. “He told us it was a meteor strike. Even had his scientists falsify the energy readings.”

Bulma’s mouth parted slightly. “But… why?”

“We were growing too strong,” Vegeta said, his tone bitter. “Too proud. He couldn’t control us much longer. So he culled us… Like animals.”

He turned then, slowly, finally facing her. “So, you think I’m a monster for what I’ve done on this planet? For what the Saiyans did when we arrived?” His hands clenched at his sides. “I was a child soldier raised by the man who murdered my people. He made me kill for him. Conquer for him. All while knowing he planned to erase us.”

Bulma’s expression softened, her anger blunted by dawning realization.

“I survived only because I was off-world with Nappa and Raditz. He kept me alive… as a tool.”

There was a pause. The wind whistled hollowly through the dying forest.

“Why are you telling me this?” she asked.

“Because you should know what you’re fighting against,” he said. “Zarbon’s death won’t stop Frieza. And your Earth… your people… are nothing to him but a test site.”

Bulma lowered her eyes, jaw tightening.

"He’s used planets like yours before. Released blights. Viruses. Toxins. It’s always the same: weaken the planet, extract what he wants, burn the rest.”

“And you helped him do it,” she said quietly.

Vegeta nodded. “Until I found out what he did to my own kind. I’ve been waiting…Training, for the day we could strike back. I thought the three of us could do it alone.”

Bulma took a slow step toward him. “But you can’t.”

“No.” His eyes locked with hers. “Not anymore.”

They stood there, facing each other beneath the bruised sky. The silence stretched.

Then Bulma spoke, softly. “We’ll talk to Goku. We’ll get that cure. And when we’re done saving our world…”

“We burn his down,” Vegeta finished.

Their pact, silent and raw, hung in the air between them. She finally understood everything, the enigma that was Vegeta, the purpose of them being here. Yet… It still didn't heal the wounds of what had been done to her. To Maron, to Launch, Mai, Suno. There were too many victims to name. 

Still she wondered, what would become of her and Vegeta after all this was over? It was strange, but she almost wanted to stay with him. As Vegeta sat down against a rock and clutched his chest, blood running between his fingers, her heart reached out to his with a lonely cry.

“Let me help you, Master.” 

Vegeta’s eyes narrowed at the word Master. Was it no different than Lord? It sounded strange on her lips now—too submissive, too inferior for the woman standing before him, fierce with fire and intellect. And yet… there was comfort in it. Not because it fed his pride, but because it came laced with something else.

Compassion– Something he hated to admit, but it felt nice after he hadn't felt it in ages. 

He coughed, spitting blood onto the ground. “Don’t call me that,” he muttered.

Bulma knelt beside him anyway, tugging a first-aid kit from her belt. “Shut up and let me help you.”

He didn’t resist when she pulled his cracked chestplate free. Beneath it, his ribs were a mottled mess of bruises and blood. She worked quickly, hands staying steady despite the heat in her cheeks. The heat of proximity. Of memory. Of what he’d just told her.

As she sprayed an antibacterial foam across his wounds, he hissed through grit teeth.

“You could leave, you know,” he said. “Run. Go back to your ruined cities and try to build something out of the ashes.”

“And what? Wait for Frieza to finish the job?”

He grunted. “Not everyone would choose to stay with a monster.”

She paused; looking him dead in the eye.

“You’re not the monster, Vegeta. Frieza is. You’re just… a weapon that forgot who was holding the leash.”

He blinked, stunned into silence.

Her fingers lingered on his chest a moment longer than necessary. “I don’t know what’s going to happen when this is over,” she said softly. “But I know one thing.”

“What?”

“You’re not doing this alone anymore.”

He looked away, jaw tight, pride battling with the hidden vulnerability flickering behind his eyes. But he didn’t pull away from her delicate touch. Didn’t bark a command. Didn’t reject her help. Instead, he allowed the silence to settle between them like a fragile peace treaty.

Finally, he muttered, “Your technique with medical foam is pitiful.”

She laughed, though it felt painful and her voice cracked.

They stayed there beneath the smoke clouds  sparkling with embers; two survivors beneath a poisoned sky, their newfound bond forged in blood, sin, and the beginning of something almost… Tender.

The air in the command chamber was unnaturally cold. Not from malfunction or lack of heat, but from the sheer presence of its master; who preferred the room to be so cold that ice crystals formed on the corners of the windows. 

Frieza sat upon his floating throne, legs elegantly crossed, tail swaying with lethal grace behind him. He stared out the viewing port at the stars beyond, swirling his wine glass slowly as a cold smile played on his vile lips.

The silence was shattered as the doors hissed open and Captain Kikono entered at a hasty pace, his boots clicking sharply on the polished floor.

“My Lord Frieza,” he said, dropping to one knee with trembling reverence. “We’ve just received confirmation. Zarbon… is dead.”

Frieza didn’t turn. “Hmph. I wondered when that useless peacock would finally get himself killed.”

“He was eliminated by Prince Vegeta… and a human woman.”

That earned a pause.

Frieza turned his head slightly, a single crimson eye boring into Kikono. “A human?”

Kikono swallowed hard. “Bulma. She appears to be a scientist. She subdued Zarbon with a paralytic before Vegeta finished him off. The two of them appear to be… working together.”

Frieza’s grip on the glass tightened. It shattered with a soft pop, shards hovering mid-air before disintegrating in his aura.

“I see. So not only is he bedding the livestock, he's working with them? Pathetic!”

Kikono didn’t dare laugh.

Frieza slowly floated to his feet, letting the wine drip from his fingertips like blood.

“And this Bulma… she retrieved intel from Zarbon before his execution?”

“Yes, my lord. About Project Blight—the ecological warfare program engineered on Kenzor-4.”

Frieza narrowed his eyes, visibly annoyed now. “Zarbon couldn’t even die properly. He gave up more than he was worth alive.

Kikono continued carefully, “They now know of Dr. Malaka’s involvement… and will come looking for him.”

Frieza floated down to the command console and tapped a few keys. Bulma’s image flickered to life; a captured still from a scouter feed. Bright blue eyes, intelligent. Defiant.

“What a pretty little pest…” he mused. “That brain of hers may prove useful…or problematic.”

He turned to Kikono. “Double security around Malaka. Move him to the secondary lab beneath the cryo-core.”

“Yes, Lord Frieza.”

Frieza’s venomous smile returned, more foul this time. “And send a message to Captain Ginyu. Tell him I have a little extermination request... for Earth.”

He leaned in, watching the screen flicker.

“They’ve made themselves quite the nuisance. Let’s remind them what fear really looks like.”

King Castle was quiet, save for Mai’s steady breaths as she felt the pain of her next contraction drag through her body as if her muscles were being torn apart and her bones bent. Incense burned in shallow bowls, releasing curls of sacred smoke. Ivy intertwined with fairy lights clung to the walls, illuminating the sacred chamber in green and gold.

Mai lay on a padded dais, gripping the royal blue sheets beneath her as another wave of pain gripped her. Sweat dripped from her brow, and her breath came shallow and fast. She had faced Raditz’s abuse, the murder of her comrades, a saiyan invasion—but nothing had prepared her for this.

At her side knelt Piccolo, one hand gently resting over her trembling fingers, the other pressed against her stomach with a soft, healing glow. His expression was stony as usual, but his eyes were pinned on his bride with concern as she braced herself and pushed again. Violet sat at the other side of her, holding her hand and wiping the perspiration from her brow with a rag. 

“Ggg… ahhaaaa!” Mai cried out, her legs trembling as the human midwives held both of them apart. 

“You’re doing well,” Violet soothed, “Just a little longer!”

Mai gritted her teeth and managed a strained smile. “Piccolo... You better not name one of them after a Kazoo!”

One of the midwives; a wise, old human woman called Rhama, stepped forward and gave Piccolo a nod.

“It is time, King Piccolo. She is fully dilated.”

Piccolo shifted, steadying Mai as her body tensed. With a final cry, she leaned forward and released a strangled breath as the birthing process began. It wasn’t like human birth, for one, the gestation period was only a matter of weeks. And two, it was not a child's head breaching, but instead, a thatch of eggs. 

From her womb emerged four pulsing, glowing eggs the size of mangoes, slick with moisture and throbbing with life. They were placed gently into a shallow nest of moss and sacred water, kept warm by incandescent bulbs. 

Piccolo stared down at them in awe—his children. Born not by magic, but from love. 

Mai collapsed back into the pillows, utterly spent, her chest heaving. “I don't hear any cries… Are they ok?” she murmured.

Piccolo knelt beside her and pressed his forehead against hers. “Yes. They’re alive, my queen.”

A beat passed between the King and his two wives as they bathed in the afterglow, then Violet and Piccolo left the room to allow time for the midwives to clean and let Mai rest. They came to the front room, though silent, much went through their minds. The previous moments embedded in their hearts as cherished memories. Violet's eyes gleamed with tears as she clutched Piccolo’s massive hand in two of hers, and they shared a tender, slow kiss. 

Their tender moment did not last long though, 

 The chamber doors opened, and Nappa entered, flanked by two guards. His muddy boots clomped against the stone floor, but he halted when he saw the romantic scene before him. His face, usually grinning in depravity or malice, grew confused. 

“Well, shit,” he muttered. “Wasn’t expecting that from you, Piccolo. So you decided to interbreed as well?” Nappa had been privy to the gossip surrounding the castle, villagers had even set up camp waiting to see if they could hear anything, and so the chatter about a royal birth was easily revealed.

A veritable snarl came from Piccolo as he stood, angry that their peace had been interrupted by a Saiyan buffoon. 

“It's none of your business what I choose to do with my wife. Why are you here?”

He handed him a written letter describing everything in full detail, but gave the short of it for the sake of brevity. 

“I came to warn you. Frieza sent us all a message– dead animals and the bloody crown jewel in gift boxes. Zarbon’s dead, and Vegeta and his woman poked a hole in the snake nest.”

Piccolo didn’t move, but his tone darkened. “Frieza’s close?”

Nappa nodded. “Somewhere in this solar system, and he’s watching. Time’s running out.”

Piccolo rose to full height, cloak billowing as he turned to Violet.

“Prepare the soldiers to set up stations all around the castle. They have spies everywhere, and I can't risk any harm coming to the eggs.”

Violet bowed. “At once, my lord.”

Later that evening

From the arched entrance of the birthing chamber, a lean, tall figure stepped through. His frame scuffed, singed, and streaked with drying green fluid. A long blue cloak billowed behind him, tattered at the edges like the banner of a soldier returning from the front.

Piper.

“Father,” the young warrior said, kneeling at before the nest of eggs.

Mai stirred, barely lifting her head. A tired but hopeful smile touched her lips. “Piper…”

Piccolo rose to his feet, his cape unfurling behind him. “Report.”

Piper rose, his chest rising with purpose. “The Titans have done it. The blight has been driven back across Central City. The skies above Neo Namek are clearing. Saibamen… Your magnificent creations—they’re a success.”

Piccolo’s eyes gleamed with something rare: hope. “Are you certain?”

“Yes, Father. We observed a pattern. If the infection is struck before it regenerates, its grip weakens. The Saibamen plant their seed pods into the soil as they move—those ferns they sprout… they leech the poison straight from the ground. They purify it.”

A soft sound: half sigh, half laugh escaped Mai. Tears welled in her eyes, exhaustion breaking her her composure. “You’re saving the world, Piccolo. Just like I always knew you would.”

Piccolo turned toward his son and laid a heavy hand on Piper’s shoulder. “You’ve done well. The blight was our first enemy. But now Frieza knows what we’re doing. He won’t allow it to continue unchecked.”

Piper’s jaw tightened, but he nodded. “The Titans are ready for deployment. Just give the word.”

Piccolo turned back to the nest, watching his eggs twitch with fragile embryonic life. Duty clawed at him from two directions. He was a warrior, a guardian, and now; a father.

He closed his eyes for a moment. Then, his voice rang with quiet authority.

“Send scouts. Fan out across the Earth. If Frieza is watching, he's using hidden ships or scouters. Find them. Take out his eyes before he sees too much.”

“Understood,” Piper said, bowing again.

Piccolo sat down cross-legged, arms resting on his knees, unmoving except for the twitch of his antennae. He couldn’t leave. Not now. Not when Mai, pale and fevered, lay curled behind him with a hand on her swollen belly—her body still reeling from laying the eggs of a warrior-breed Namekian.

Piccolo lingered, hands curling around the edges of the incubator as if anchoring himself. “I will remain here with Mai and the eggs. They are vulnerable. I can’t… I won’t leave them.”

Piper shook his head solemnly. “You don’t need to explain. Protecting your clan is your right and your duty. We’ll handle the rest.”

Piccolo nodded once, then turned to Mai. She opened her eyes, reaching for his hand. He took it wordlessly, anchoring her to the world with the quiet strength of his touch.

She smiled and let her eyes fall shut again, comforted.

I must protect my kin, and my kingdom, at all costs.