Liner notes: Yay! I finished this chapter so quickly. Maybe it's only because it's reeeeeally short. *Heh* Anyway, I guess this chapter was kinda rushed, like all my others. I'm trying to finish this story before the deadline is up. I hope the story isn't becoming a little OOC. Especially with Vegeta. However, if it is, I'll fix it soon! There are a chock full o' cuss words this chapter, so uh, if you're offended, I suggest you not read this chapter. Anyways, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own them!
Dedication: To Angel! She's always so nice to me, and we trade anime. ^.^
Chapter 4- Sold
Bulma pulled the loose, long shirt over her head, then stepped out from behind the vanity. "Do you think I'm just a whore?"
Vegeta eyed her, surprised by her sudden forward attitude. "No."
"Really?" Bulma carefully studied his eyes, gazing into them for a long while. Vegeta stared back, somewhat confused.
"Onna, what in the hell are you doing?"
"Oh, heh." Bulma grinned sheepishly, turning red. "I was just checking to see if you were telling the truth." Her face suddenly turned serious. "I didn't want you to think that...I do this on my own free will."
"You were sold weren't you?"
Bulma nodded her head in response. "Wait, how did you know?"
"I asked about your information the first day I arrived here. You were sold by a man to the Dragon syndicate, and in turn, they sold you here."
"What the hell!" Bulma shouted, rising from her chair. "You mean some guy sold me? Of all the fucking, stupid, dammit, low-life scum...Why I outta..." Her fist pounded into her hand, and she looked over to find Vegeta chuckling to himself. "What the hell is so funny?"
"I've never known a woman with such a foul mouth. Tsk tsk tsk. Your mother would be ashamed if she heard such a mouth."
"My mother is dead."
Vegeta's eyes went bewildered. "I'm s---I didn't know." He quickly stopped himself from apologizing. What the hell is wrong with me? I was about to apologize to a woman!
Bulma's face remained stony, her head falling limp to her shoulders. She titled her chin back up with tear filled eyes. "Gomen. I don't want to get all emotional on you. It's just, I miss them." A tear slowly fell from her face, splashing her hand.
Bulma forced herself to laugh, wiping the salty tears that fell from her face. "Let's not talk about this anymore shall we? By the way, where is your friend?"
"Nappa?" Vegeta smirked to himself. "He's still watching the girls perform, the horny bastard."
Bulma laughed at the remark, and Vegeta smiled himself, glad that the woman was feeling better.
"Well, I better be leaving." Vegeta said getting up from his chair, turning for the door.
Vegeta turned, finding the woman directly behind him. "Thank you for coming today. I uh, I don't really know that much about you, but I would like to." Her hands clutched the fabric of her shirt as she nervously asked him a question. "Who are you?"
"I am---That isn't important right now." He said tersely, changing his answer. Before Bulma could even say another word, the door slammed in her face, leaving her alone in the empty dressing room.
Did I do something wrong?
Vegeta walked back to the bar, mentally cursing himself each step of the way. Kami, what in the hell is wrong with me? What am I doing associating myself with a low class whore? For some unknown reason, he found himself holding back his identity from her. Why? If he wanted a good lay, he could've just told her, and easily gotten her into bed.
He stopped dead in his tracks.
Perhaps...did he not want her to sleep with him because of that reason? He certainly had a desire for the woman, something even he couldn't control. The Prince within him held him back from any feeling whatsoever from the woman. However, the man he was provoked new affections towards the exotic captive. He always wanted the strong woman, the one that tested the society of men, but...was she the one he wanted? Ah, to hell with it.
Scanning the room, Vegeta quickly spotted Nappa talking with one of the showgirls.
"Yeah baby, maybe later me and you can come back to my room. My roommate is out right now, and I'm sure he wouldn't mind." Nappa spoke, running his hand along the girl's shoulder, making her giggle.
"Actually I think he would mind."
"Prince Vegeta!" Nappa croaked, shocked and alert. "I uh..."
"Whatever, you horny bastard." Vegeta's eyes bore into his. "We're leaving."
"Yes sir." Nappa immediately got up, grabbing all of his belongings. He scurried after Vegeta, leaving the showgirl behind.
Bulma sighed, completely spent from her day. She was ready to get some well deserved sleep, and that shitty excuse for a mattress sure seemed tempting right now...
Bulma spun around, finding herself face to face with one of her Buyer's guards. "Mr. Katori wants to see you."
Bulma walked along the guard, down the long and winding corridor, until stopping at an entrance adorn with elegant French doors. The guards politely knocked on the door, and when hearing response on the other side, opened it. Inside, Bulma's buyer laid comfortably on the king size bed, wearing nothing but a red robe.
"Leave us." Katori told the guard. The guard only bowed, leaving Bulma alone. Completely, utterly, alone. Bulma nervously gulped, turning to leave the room.
"That will prove useless." Mr. Katori chuckled. "I already have two guards on the other side. If you choose not to believe me, then go ahead and try to leave."
His laugh gave Bulma a shiver down her spine, and with all of her courage, she turned to face him. "Wh-What do you want?" She sputtered.
"Isn't it obvious? You." His eyes flashed with a perverse glimmer, and he waved his finger summoning her to come hither.
Bulma shook her head, fearing what he might do.
"Come here woman!" Katori screamed, smashing the wine glass he had been holding onto the ground. Bulma's rigid and tense body forced her to take the steps toward the bed.
Katori grinned, grabbing her arm and swinging her into his chest. "You should find yourself honored." He said, stroking her cheek. "Most women would flock to sleep with a man of my stature."
"I don't care what fucking stature you are, you stupid prick..." Bulma grumbled in an inaudible whisper.
"What did you just say to me?"
"I said," Bulma said roughly pushing him away, her voice rising. "that I don't care what fucking stature you are, you stupid prick! I don't care if you were the last man on earth! I still wouldn't sleep with you! I don't care if you have a whole damn load of guards beating me! Their touch would be better than your filthy hands violating me!"
"How dare you speak to me in such a manner!" He shouted, grabbing her by a fistful of hair and slamming her up against a wall. His hand bitchslapped her across her mouth. She spit back in a shrewd manner, making him use his free hand to wipe his face. He pressed his body fully into her, pinning her helplessly against the wall. "You are my whore! Do you hear me?! You eat, sleep, live and fucking breathe because of me! I am nothing short of your master, in your eyes, I am God!"
"Like hell you are! You dirty old man! You're no God! You're just some demon who thinks he's God!"
"Arggghhh!" Katori threw her onto the bed, ripping her clothes off one by one. Bulma kicked and screamed, beating her hands across his chest. "Shut up bitch!" He slapped her again, this time making her spit blood. He had himself positioned above her, ready to enter her in any given second. His actions were stopped by a repetitive knock on his door.
"What the hell do you want!" Katori bellowed, agitated beyond words. "I told you not to disturb me!"
"I-I'm sorry Sir. But this is an emergency. There is a man here to see you."
"Do I care? Tell him to wait until tomorrow!"
"Sir, it's Prince Vegeta."
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