All right, I'll explain this ahead of time before anyone gets mad. This isn't involved in the exact Dragon Ball story. The only one that may be in character would be Vejiita. I got the idea for this from the picture entitled 'My Muses' by Celine. So to clear up something, Bulma is taking the position of a Rhydin Mistress. Rhydin is a group of rooms in Arts and Entertainment on AOL's member chats. I'll tell you now that this isn't a chat room, people actually do what's called computer role playing. Actions are done in ::..::'s. If it isn't obvious that's where I play at (not as dangerous as role playing off line, the only injure I can suffer from is eye strain). If you are familiar with these rooms you might see that most characters are trained in 'Gorean(sp?) style.' I might mess up some of the things like the three heart beats 'Love, Honor, and Devotion (that's right, right?)' but I can't help it. I'm a little Rhydin Lacky ^.^

And this isn't a romance between Mistress and slave. Just a story for the sake of sex :D!

Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z was created by Akira Toriyama. All Characters in this story were made by Akira Toriyama. (c) Akira Toriyama, Bird Studio, Toei Animation. Used without permission, and I don't have any money. So if you sue me all you'll get is a broke down computer and a rusty old car. So please don't sue me.

Fanfic Disclaimer: This story contains sexual themes in it. It's a lemon, if you are offend by reading about two people having sex I suggest that you NOT read this. Please don't email me complaining about how this story has sex in it. I know it has sex in it. I wrote the sex part. It didn't grow there. This disclaimer is here to tell you that this story has sex in it. The sex part is light but it's still sex :hehheh::. If you can't handle it don't read it.

Now if you are satisfied and you swear not to sue me, I suggest that you continue. If you see and typos or grammar errors please tell me so I can fix and not feel stupid. Thanks! --EOC (Evil Orange Crayon ^.~)

She walked through the halls of her palace, moving in direction of her throne. The slaves had cleaned her palace quite well. She could see her beauteous features in the marble. They'd make it so that she did not mind allowing the perfect silks of her violet gown drag along them.

She smiled, passing the guards; she was blessed with many riches. The bowed respectively, like they should, and allowed her into her throne. She sighed with delight, entering the main throne room.

The room's decor was covered with beautiful tapestries and fine carpets. The floor was of a beautiful white marble, speckled with gold and silver. Her throne was covered in with violet silk robes and cushions.

She continued up the carpets, heading up to the throne to take her seat. Her servants scurried around, some with trays of fruit and wine. It was known what she wished for now. She sat carefully, her legs crossing modestly, even though the gown was sheer, leaving nearly nothing to the imagination of those who saw her. She snapped her fingers, her features hardening.

Quickly and as quietly as he could, the nude Saiyajin boy hurried into her throne room. He skidded to a halt just before her and kneeled in tower. His thighs were spread at a modest level, the type all new slaves used. His back was straight and his eyes were down. That tail of his was settled around him. Near perfect, yet, it was obvious his training was incomplete. "You summoned this one, Mistress?"

She sighed, nodding; it was good enough. "Aye, I did. You are new to my palace, are you not?" He nodded, "what are you called?"

He cleared his throat, and then dared look up to meet her gaze. "I am Vejiita, Prince of Saiyajin."

She scowled, hearing a few gasps of disbelief from the others in her throne room. "Vejiita, is it?" The boy nodded again. "You were a Prince?"

He scowled, "I am a Prince, damn you!" He stood, bearing himself to all, no decency at all. She growled; he would have to be punished for this. "I demand that you take this damned thing off of me and release me at once!" He jerked roughly on the melt collar around his throat.

"Guards," she said simply. Several armored men came from their positions, going quickly to seize the unruly beast before her.

"Mistress Bulma, do you wish him away?"

Smiling, she shook her head, "Nay, dear. Punish him here."

"Punish?!" the boy bellowed, struggling against those who restrained him. "I will not be punished a by low-class weak--"

"Hold your tongue, Slave!" she growled, many backing away slowly. "You are to refer to me as Mistress and nothing more. You belong to me and you will be punished for acting ridiculous in my presence." He saw him tense, pausing as he looked up at her. "If you do not wish for pain then learn what they have been trying to teach you." One of her hands raised and a servant hurried to put a goblet of wine in it. "If you are trained well," she paused to look him over, "and act as you should, you will be given a respectable rank among the slaves."

"I am no slave," he hissed, the fur on his tail standing on end.

"Well, Vejiita Prince of Saiyajin, you are now." She chuckled, motioning with the other hand to a man nearby. He nodded and brought the barbed whip down harshly upon the boy's back. The boy's screams of pain soon filled the throne room. She watched, sipping her wine. He should learn his lesson after this.

He lay on the floor before her, panting softly. It hurt, the pain was all he could feel now. She only sat there, allowing them to beat him mercilessly. He could no longer scream in pain, he was left speechless. His ears rang with each crack of the whip and his own screams; he didn't hear her demand his attackers to cease. He only became aware when he left gentle fingers touch his chin and lift his face.

He opened his eyes to meet her seas of blue, he whimpered as one of her guards hauled him up. He hovered just above her lap, barely feeling the soft silks of her gown against his belly. He whimpered again, the walls of his pride already crushed. "Please," he whispered. He felt her fingers trace over his lips, they were dry and blood was leaking from the corner of them.

"You are a marvelous creature, Vejiita Prince of Saiyajin. You cannot expect me to allow such a beautiful creature to slip from my fingers." He looked up at her, noting the wicked smile on her painted lips. "You will continue your training within the next week," malevolence sparkled in her eyes, "You fail. You die."

He hissed in pain and anger, she was weaker than him. Yet, she had the power to overthrow him. And to threaten to kill him.

"Mistress," one of her men holding him spoke. "Do you wish for us to take this one to the kennels?"

He watched her shake her head, the aqua waves falling over one shoulder. "Nay, he will stay with me tonight."

He tensed, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. "W-what?"

"But, Mistress!" Another said, fear obvious in his voice, "He's not trained or broken! He could attempt to kill you while you rest!" It sounded so appealing that he glared up at her. "He even opposes you now, Mistress!"

She waved a hand simply, "Shackle him. I am able of handling a simple slave." It sounded as if they were going to protest further, but he saw her glare, and was jerked up from her lap. He felt the cold metal encircle his wrists and ankles, his eyes still on her. What could be going through this creatures mind?

He tugged lightly on the shackles, testing the strength of them. It was odd, if it had been any other time he would have been able to break loose and kill this low-class weak woman. But, something was missing. In an attempt, he tried to send a blast of ki at one of her guards. Only to watch the sparks fizzle and fade after leaving his hand. "What in the--"

"I am surprised you didn't figure it out after they first collared you, boy." Her voice was soft, like music. He shook his head; his hormones were getting the better of him. "The collar takes all the ki needed to allow you flight or any attacks. Slaves use no weapons or anything of the such."

He smirked at her, "A Saiyajin's body is his weapon."

She shook her head and he growled, she doubted it. "You will only be allowed to use that weapon at my order. Is that understood?"

"Are you mad?" he hissed. "Why should I follow any orders you give?"

She chucked darkly, leaning over the armrest of her throne; the low neck of her gown drooping just enough to give him a perfect view of her. He flushed and looked away. "Vejiita, you are to follow every order I give. If you fail to do so, punishment will be issued. If that does not change your unruly behavior then death is the next step." He visibly shuddered, still feeling the sting of the whip on his back. "Now, if you act properly," she smiled down at him," and do as you are told, things will be much easier for the both of us."

His shoulders slumped, what choice did he have? It was either listen to her or be punished or killed. He sighed, how had he gotten himself into this? He merely entered the so-called Palace and the next thing he knew several men had jumped him and put the blasted collar on him. Super Saiyajin was impossible for him to reach with this damned thing on. He sat in tower, like the other slaves had taught him, watching her as she finished the goblet of wine. She was beautiful; if it weren't for the collar he wore now she would be the slave. He could feel the wicked smile reaching his lips; he could hear her shrieks and protests now as if it were real. Then he blinked hearing a soft 'oh my' from his 'Mistress.' He didn't need to look, he felt it. The heat rushed to his cheeks, he now knew why some valued modesty so much. He cupped his hands around his arousal, his tail curled around, trying to make it not so obvious.

"Modest, now, are we?" He heard her sing in that musical tone of voice. He only cursed lowly, low-class bitch. She chuckled in response, "I suppose it is good enough that you are not. I will need to test your value before I decide where you go from here." He looked up at her, "How will you 'test' my value?" He felt so nervous suddenly, it grew into a fear when he noticed her smile.

"There is only one way to test you, Vejiita darling. I will have you pleasure me, if you fail to do so properly then I will not place you as a pleasure slave." He flushed totally, with anger, fear, and anticipation. "If you resist now, I will have to have some assistance in setting you straight. But, of course, you know better to resist. Do you not?" He nodded slowly, not wanting to know what her meaning of getting assistance in setting him straight would be. He was not wishing to meet the lashes of the whip again. "Good," her voice had lowered to barely above a whisper. She looked once more to her goblet, looking slightly shocked to see it empty. She only shrugged carelessly and snapped, getting his attention once again.

The doors at the front of the room opened only a crack to allow the small bald fellow entrance (Krillin). He had a tray with him, pausing at the threshold to set it down and kneel. His thighs were set at a modest level, palms on them. Then he bowed until his forehead was to the carpets. His voice was as soft as hers, but it carried to them. "May this boy be allowed to enter and serve?"

Vejiita looked to the woman next to him, glancing back at the boy then back to her again. She nodded, smiling proudly, "Aye, boy, enter and serve me."

The boy stood, legs bare and would be totally nude if it weren't for the white silk loincloth covering him (white is reserved, right?). He picked up the tray and moved gracefully to present himself before the both of them. He set the tray down once more and bowed again, "This boy thanks you, Mistress." She nodded, simply, and handed him her goblet. The boy took it and kneeled in tower, taking the cloth that covered him to wipe the glass clean. He studied it carefully then nodded in his own approval. He then refilled the goblet, "Would Mistress like this boy to test or sweeten her wine?"

She nodded again, "Aye, boy, both test and sweeten it." She glanced down at Vejiita, "Watch him, you will learn to do the same." He nodded his attention going back to the boy before him. The boy had poured but a bit of the red colored wine into his palm; carefully, he licked it from his palm, tasting the sweet liquor. With another nod of his own approval he set the goblet between his thighs, only to let it ride up his form to his heart. He paused for only a moment before whispering with three beats of his heart, "Love, honor, and devotion." He then brought it to his lips and kissed the rim, turning the kissed section to her and presenting her the goblet.

Vejiita watched as she took it, blinking in amazement. That was one of the most senseless things he had witnessed. "What was the purpose of that?" He demanded, glaring up at Bulma. The slave before them blanched, as if surprised to hear him use such contempt before his mistress.

"Testing was to make sure no poisons would enter Mistress's system," he barked. "Sweetening was the show of love and honor--"

"I heard you, fool! I'm not deaf!" Vejiita growled back. "Why do it at all?"

"It was how he was trained," She looked over to the boy, "You may go now." She looked back at him, a smile touching her lips. "It is how you will be trained." He snorted, watching the boy stand and bow, then move with grace back to the doors and slip through them when they opened.

"Now," she turned to him. "I believe you best show your value now."

"Woman, I will not show you anything!" He started when she stood, watching her cautiously. He watched the violet silks slide off her form; his eyes quickly went to the floor. He felt the heat rise to his cheeks and he tried his best to control himself. He saw her dainty feet move into sight, but merely focused on them. "What is it, Vejiita?" He heard her chuckle, "you do not want to look at your Mistress?"

He allowed his eyes to go up her bare legs. He gulped, the small patch of aqua curls between her thighs getting his attention. Suddenly, she was before him, showing all her womanly charms. "What is it, my little Prince?" He looked away, growling softly. She was teasing him, the bitch, thinking she could get him to do whatever she pleased.

He felt her fingers slide up his chest, tensing at the feathery feel. He would not fall to this mere... Woman! He forced himself to focus on the shackles; the cold steel, their black color. But, the light touch of her fingers over one nipple, her tongue teasing and tasting the other, those defiant fingers on the tip of his tail; it was a near impossible task to stay focused. He couldn't hold it back, her fingers hand found the base of his tail causing a groan to escape his lips. And, suddenly, it all came to a halt.

He blinked, looking down at her. "What is it, Vejiita?" she purred. "Did I stop too soon?" She chuckled, "Do not expect me to pleasure you, boy. You are the slave."

He cursed softly, and she smiled in response. How amusing. He was quite a prize, if only he had been trained properly. Her fingers found his chin and she forced him to look at her, "Are you going to cooperate or will I have to have you killed?" He hissed at her, the fur on his tail standing on end.

Well, was he a cat or a monkey? Ah, well, I suppose things would not hurt if I gave him a bit of a push.

She sat back on her heels, taking one of his hands. He tensed, jerking back a bit, but she kept a firm grip on his hand. She continued by pressing it against one breast, "Here is where you choose, boy, life or death."

He glared at her, and then with all his might that the collar allowed, he pushed her to the floor. She gasped in surprise as he took a position above her. She struggled for a moment under him, all that weight would crush her and ,damn him, he knew it. "Get off of me!" Her hands moved to his throat, just under the collar, in an attempted to push him off. "Damn you, I said Get OFF!"

The slave on her cackled, pressing himself down on her. "Ah, but 'Mistress' you wanted to test my value." He growled, catching her wrists in his hands. "Well, you are about to get what you asked for."

She struggled under him, feeling his growth against her thigh. "Boy, the penalty for mockery and attempted rape on your Mistress is a slow and painful death. Now GET OFF!"

He pressed himself against her, "Who is going to make me?" He chuckled, "certainly not you."

She couldn't believe it he actually thought she didn't have any defense. The though was hilarious, she couldn't help up laugh. She noticed his scowl and felt the tail probe at her womanhood as she laughed. "You actually think that I am helpless under you? You forget the collar forbids any use of Ki."

"Ah, but I do not need to use my ki to take you."

She smirked, "One call, boy, and my men will be upon you."

"I am faster then those humans," he took her hands from his throat, moving them over her head. "Face it, you've lost."

"Ha! You may rape me, boy, but do not think that will save you any. And you are restrained," he growled. "Rape me," she coaxed, "do it and that will be the last thing you do. Is taking this body by force something so appealing that it is worth dying for?"

He spat, "Bitch," and pulled himself off of her. Her reasoning had gotten to him; she stifled a shiver. The blasted fool had actually made her feel fear. She would make him pay for that. "What do you want me to do now?" his dark brows forked together.

She sat up and slapped him as hard as she could, only succeeding in making her hand sting. "Beast," she cursed, shaking her hand. He smirked, awaiting her orders. She glared at him her arms opening, "I am not to tell you what to do. You are to do what you think pleasures a woman most." He flushed suddenly sliding back a bit, "That is an order, boy!"

He slid closer to her, chains dragging on the floor. Carefully, nuzzled her neck, hands pressing to her breasts gently. She cleared her throat, he's so careful now. What for, I wonder?

Slowly, his fingers began to lightly pinch and twist her nipples, sending fits of shivers down her back. His teeth scraped across her skin, making her gasp. She tilted her head back, giving him more access to her neck, one of the many things she enjoyed. His tail snaked up one of her thighs, making her jerk back slightly. She would have to get used to that, it seemed. He nipped her again, only not so gently, making her hiss as his teeth broke the skin. "Beast! Do not damage me!"

He only chuckled, carefully lowering her to the floor. Beast, she though angrily, he shall get ten lashes for that. She brought at hand up to her neck, feeling the moisture. Was it blood? Were Saiyajins actually some sort of deformed vampires? She brought her hand away, studying the spots of red on her fingertips.

She felt a surge of fear pass through her, causing her to pull back and away from him. He blinked, staring at her curiously. "What in the hells have you done to me?!" She glared at her hand, "You damaged me, you beast."

He 'humphed' as he grabbed one of her legs, pulling her back to him. "Affection, 'Mistress,' nothing more."

She cast a dark glare at him, "Then you are not some form of vampire?"

That caused him to laugh loudly, the sound muffled by her soft mounds. "I am no vampire, woman. My kind does not feed of the blood of others." He nuzzled his face into her breasts, and purred softly. Amazing, her mind thought through the haze of pleasure. He slowly eased her to the floor, his tongue and teeth teasing her flesh.

The chains clanked together as one of his hands slid down her stomach, finding its way down between her thighs. She cooed softly, her back arching just a tad. His fingers were gently teasing her, his touches were almost as if one was using a feather.

Quite enjoyable, she allowed a soft moan to escape her. Hoping it would encourage the Saiyajin to do more. He nipped the underside of her breast before traveling downward. His tongue teased her skin as he moved to his mouth down to join his hand.

This time it was unstoppable, she moaned loudly, his tongue and fingers doing such wonderful things to her. He propped her legs up onto his shoulders, pressing his nose against her opening and purred. Her eyes widened at the wave of pleasure crashing through her. Her back arched and her hands tangled themselves in his black hair, she crushed his face against her as she came.

He pulled away from her chuckling, the bastard. She was still dazed, and unable to sit up. Oh, but the feel, she would definitely keep this one. Ugh, her legs were numb and he was over her, smirking. There was no doubt that he knew what he had done to her. "Shall I continue?"

"No one ordered you to stop, fool." She cursed, only able to push herself up onto her elbows. He glowered at her, if she were to keep him she would have to beat that attitude out of him. "Well, boy? Are you going to continue or shall I get a more qualified slave to finish the job?"

He glowered at her again; she had to stifle a chuckle. His tail wrapped around her calf, pulling her forward within his reach. He climbed onto her carelessly, letting the weighted chains fall on her. She cursed loudly as he pushed into her, carelessly as well. The bastard! He had no idea who he was dealing with!

She had managed to catch herself and enjoy him in silence. It seem to infuriate him, his movements increased in pace and intensity. She couldn't help but wince; it was almost too much for her. He had bitten her again, on her throat, but she was too drunk on pleasure to notice. She only managed a short cry as she came again, and he shortly followed.

After regaining herself, she forced him out of her and off. "What in the hells is wrong with you?" He blinked in confusion. "Have you no decency! You were not to do such a horrid thing in me! BAH!" she stood, limping lightly, to where she had left her gown. "Twenty lashings for such an indecency!" She stalked to the doors, still bare of any clothing.

He stayed, sprawled on his stomach, watching her. His features showed his confusion. He didn't think he had done anything wrong. But he watched as she paused and turn to him, her aqua mane was matted to her back and buttocks.

"You are to be cleaned, and sent to my bed chamber. If you are not there I will see to it that you are punished for it." He blinked, but nodded. She made a soft disgusted noise and exited. Women!

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