Chapter 16 : Vegeta’s Vision
“Oh Doc-tor!” sang out Celeria as she pranced into the large Main Lab.
“What is it now, dammit?” growled the doctor grumpily, stalking from his office and rubbing his eyes tiredly. “You had better have good news, woman.”
“Oh, I do! Lookie here, dear!” she happily threw Bulma’s limp form down from her shoulder in front of the pleased Ungo.
“My, my, my, my, my...it’s her! It’s really her! How ever did you manage to get her from our Prince friend?!” exclaimed the doctor.
“He was extremely cooperative. Said he didn’t want her and let me bring her back to you.”
“Really? Doesn’t sound like the Vegeta I know. But, oh well. Might as well put her to good use until he comes a’ callin’.”
“What are you going to have her do?”
“Not what, rather, who.” replied Ungo impishly. “If Vegeta refuses to take her in her virgin form, maybe he will want her as a more experienced woman. Either way, the Yangh will be satisfied.”
“So...who’s the lucky fellow who gets to ‘break her in,’ so to speak?”
“Well, before I would have chosen Incoz in an instant...but it’s a touch too late for him now, so I will simply post an offer on the daily news board. Help me please, should I offer her to the highest bidder, first person interested, or a chosen soldier?”
“Hmmm, tough decision. But I’d say to the person who is willing to pay the most for her. Why not make some money while you’re, oops! I mean they’re at it?”
“Excellent point, Celeria! Now, lets start up on the ad and lock her up good ‘n tight!”
“As you wish.” and Celeria tossed Bulma onto a cot in an extra room and bolted the door from the outside.
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Vegeta struggled to not think about the female that had just left his care. He had a really bad feeling that something terrible was going to happen, but he just dismissed it as indigestion. The proud Saiyan was unable to find anything constructive to occupy himself so he simply began mock fighting. After a few jabs and kicks at an invisible opponent, he soon tired of the activity and settled down to question himself and his hasty decision.
“I shouldn’t have let that bitch take the woman! How could I be so stupid! I just lost my only bargaining chip.” he grumbled.
‘Now, you know that isn’t true.’ disagreed the voice from earlier. ‘You know that you just lost the female you have bonded with.’
“Wh-what?” stuttered the Saiyan.
‘Remember the dream? She saw you die, and you saw her in danger. You obviously dreamed of each other at the same time. And you were able to power up to a new level just thinking about the peril she was in when the cat was stalking her! You have bonded mentally, and when you nearly raped her a while ago; you were simply trying to claim her body as well as her mind in bondage. You’ve wanted her so much for so long that you have unconciously formed an unbreakable link between yourself and her. And if any harm were to befall her, it would be your fault because you refused to recognize the mental mating for what it was.’ the voice reasoned.
“It’s true...She’s my mate whether she knows it or not. And I handed her over like a worthless piece of shit to the worst possible people! Who knows what they’ll do to her now! Oh how could I do this to the woman...to my woman?!” Vegeta moaned.
‘There is still time to find her and complete the bonding.’ urged the voice. ‘You have to forget your pride and save her...she’s your other half! And without her, you will not be able to go on!’
“I will! I will go after you, woman! And I will make you mine!” crowed Vegeta, and he began speeding through the woods, following the scent of his ‘mother.’
With his hurried pace, Vegeta was blindly running between trees and over knolls. He was going so quickly that he didn’t see the huge stump in his way. The Saiyan prince tripped over the hurdle and fell face-forward, had his concentration been on running and not the softness of the woman’s hair and lips, he would have easily caught himself. But he was distracted and didn’t even notice the earth coming up to meet him. He whacked his head roughly on a rock and blacked out.
* * * * *
“Prince...! Prince...! Prince...!” called a soft voice.
“Uuugh. Who’re you?” questioned the Saiyan as he sat up and rubbed his throbbing head, looking around at the white world in confusion. “Where’re you? Where’re ‘m I?”
“My name is Sariah. I’m over this way, and you are Here.” said a child’s whisper.
“That doesn’t answer any of my questions!” grumbled Vegeta.
“No, it answers all of them. This place, it’s called Here.”
Vegeta glanced to his right and was shocked at the angelic girl he saw sitting on the ground next to him. She had lovely violet hair that complemented her large golden eyes. Her gown was a light gray, but the color somehow looked beautiful against her pale skin. She turned her head to him and her bright red lips gave him a weak smile. Despite her charming appearance, it was evident that something was bothering her.
“What do you want?” growled the prince.
“You are unconcious. This is a dream world. I was sent here to give you a message and show you something.” the girl responded lightly, her eyes becoming morose.
“What? Girl, you are making no sense!”
“I am sorry. I should offer you an explanation, yes?”
“Duh, if you know what’s good for you, that is.”
“Well then, as I said, my name is Sariah. I am, how you say, a dream angel. I come into dreams and give messages to change a person’s life. Right now, you are unconcious. I have some things to show and tell you before you can wake up, but I need to know if you are ready for them, because they are not pretty.”
“So, get on with it already!”
“Yes, well...it is somewhat hard to explain. You know and I know that you care deeply for the woman, Bulma. Well, if you don’t get up soon, I’m afraid you won’t like what is to happen to her.”
“Then wake me up, dammit!”
“I can’t, you can only wake up after I have shown you all you need to see. But I’m afraid you may hate me for it. You see, Bulma has been brought back to the doctor you two so despise. But, though you may have wished her to be safe, she is not. As we speak, Doctor Ungo is posting an offer of sorts to sell Bulma to the highest paying customer.”
“Customer?” Vegeta asked, arching a dark eyebrow. He didn’t much like the way this conversation was going, nor did he like the way the girl used the word ‘customer.’
“Yes, customer. He is selling her for...for...maybe it’s better if I just show you.” the girl raised one ashen hand and waved the air in front of her. Vegeta was surprised when a view of the Main Lab appeared in front of him.
“Watch.” said Sariah.
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“Yes, yes. The girl is just over here, Mr. Inlug.” said Ungo as he led the tall Yangh over to a locked door.
“I do hope my ten million jusis will suit you?” asked the Krastonian, Kinorke-Inlug.
“Oh oh! That will more that satisfy me! You know, we are only doing this because we believe that it will initiate a kind of sexual anger in the male. We are hoping that he will be more protective and force the female to mate with him if she continues to deny his advances. She is yet untrained in this sort of thing, so we believe that the male finds this unbecoming. We are willing to do anything to get the child for your people! Anything!”
“Hm, then I hope that I can assist.” chortled the male.
Vegeta watched the scene as Ungo carefully unlocked the door and swung it halfway open. The Saiyan felt like he was watching the tele-division (Still hasn’t gotten it right yet!) when the view quickly came to rest behind Ungo, looking over his shoulder into the room. He was shocked and angered at the sight of the crumpled form inside.
“Wh-who’s there?!” demanded a voice he immediately recognized as Bulma’s.
“Why, my dear, it is no one but me and a friend of mine.” answered the doctor in a deceptively sweet voice.
“What do you want?!” she ordered, sounding very much like Vegeta.
“Mr. Inlug here only wishes to keep you...company.” replied Ungo.
The towering, black furred being stepped into the room and gave Ungo a dismissive look. “I think I can take it from here.”
“Very well then, I shall let you two get acquainted...” and the mutant stepped out of the chamber and locked the door behind himself.
The Yangh was wearing a silken, silver robe which he immediately shed and stood before the woman completely nude.
“Wh-what the hell do you think you are doing!” asked Bulma, her voice shaky and afraid as she drew her legs closer to her chest.
“Why, you of course. I paid good money, so I am going to see to it that I get my fill of you before I leave, love.”
The creature began advancing on the female as she cowered in a corner of the room, a perverted smirk on his face.
“Oh nonononononono! Please no! Please leave me alone! Vegeta! Help me! Vege-e-ta!” she wept, attempting to crawl away.
He quickly grabbed her by the arms and pinned her to the wall. He growled lowly in anticipation as he ripped off her shabby dress. Bulma screamed as he torn off her undies and bra and proceeded to force himself on her.
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Vegeta was shaking with rage. He began to stalk towards the scene but was stopped by the young girl who was shaking her head in sorrow as her tiny hand lay on his arm in a restraining fashion.
“There’s nothing you can do. It’s only a vision.” she told him quietly, touched by the look of absolute love, devotion, and fear for Bulma in the Saiyan’s eyes.
“I have to do something!” Vegeta protested, he winced and tears welled up in his black pools as he heard Bulma’s desperate and fearful screaming, but his pride kept them from falling. It was too late, he couldn’t save her and she was suffering. That-that thing was raping the one thing he cared about! He couldn’t stand by and just let it happen! “She is mine, and mine alone. I will not let some disgusting alien hurt her! I will do all that I can to help her, I would sell my soul to be able to end her pain.”
The dream angel smiled proudly at Vegeta, but still the distress shone in her golden eyes. “I am happy to hear you say that. Like I said, this is a dream world. That means that this hasn’t really happened...yet. But I assure you, if you don’t save her, then it will occur. You have to go to the Main Lab and get her out before it’s too late! And hurry, for you don’t have much time!”
The girl lifted her hands up and placed them on the sides of Vegeta’s head. He closed his eyes and the next thing he knew, he was back in the pitch-black forest, on the ground, with dirt in his face.