Chapter 6:
The girls woke up the next morning, not talking about last night, and changed into their outfits. Bulma stared at her PJ�s. They weren�t immodest. They were shorts and a spaghetti top. Baby blue. Chi Chi�s had been black, and 18�s a soft yellow. Hmph! I hate them! She thought, referring to her rude houseguests the night before.
They all showered and dressed and headed toward the courtyard. The other girls were mostly there, and Chi Chi had been right. They were dressed like whores. The three lined up at the end, Bulma was last. At the other end of the line, the Prince and even the King himself were looking at every girl they passed, knocking some of them back. Obviously they didn�t suit his likes. Maybe that�ll happen to me! All three girls thought excitedly. They could possibly go home today!
They waited patiently until the pair of Royal Pain in the Asses got to them, and Prince Vegeta smirked.
�Why are you covering up so much now, when last night you covered so little?� His voice was low with laughter. The girl beside 18 took this the wrong way and gasped, glaring angrily at the three. They were all blushing. Had they seduced the Prince last night? Taking away his innocence before she got chosen to be his mate? They would pay�
The king�s hand landed on 18�s hair, and he tugged at it, receiving a wince and a hiss from her.
�Tell me, girl, is this your real hair color?� He looked disgusted. Things were looking up for the three �freaks�. Maybe the King would send them home!
�Yes, your majesty.� 18 looked him in the eye, silently begging him to throw her out. He saw this and smirked.
�You�ll do fine.� He pointed to her tail. �At least that�s the right color.� Bulma�s smile widened. Her hair was different and her tail was wrong. Heh heh-she�d be out of here before lunch. Prince Vegeta took note of her smile. Why did the blue one want to leave? Why did all of them want to leave?
The King moved to Chi Chi. She opened her eyes wider as if to make him notice her deformity. The King almost laughed as he saw the same desperate hope in her eyes. Why didn�t these girls want to be future queen? He didn�t understand it, but he did like watching their faces fall.
�Her tail is still normal.� The Prince smirked at both of them as he walked behind his father, inspecting the girls and asking questions if he wanted to.
The King looked at Bulma. Her hair, eyes, and tail were all the wrong color. The smile on her face reached ear to ear and her tail was thrashing happily behind her. She was absolutely beautiful to the old King just then. Hmm�when my son picks a mate, I can have my pick of the left over girls. I�ll leave this one in just in case. He smirked, and her smile fell.
�I�m in an especially good mood, so you�ll stay too.� With that, the King left and went back to the palace. A slight tension left Vegeta, and he smirked at her, and walked so he stood right in front of her, face to face.
�Why so sad, freak?� he asked, giving into the temptation of goading her. He smirked when her eyes flashed and her cheeks flushed.
�Because I despise being brought here against my will! I despise you and everything about you! And I despise that damn smirk of yours, your majesty!� She had the sudden urge to slap that smirk right off his face. The next thing she knew, the Prince was flying across the courtyard, and the other girls gasped, backing away from the freaks. The guards stepped up and restrained Bulma.
Did I just hit the Prince? Uh-oh. I sense of panic came over her when he got up and began walking back to her, not smirking.
�Let go of her now.� His voice was cold with anger, yet it was laced with something else. She couldn�t put her finger on it. The Guards let her go and the Prince got right up in her face, still not smirking. But she saw something, in the back of his eyes. Was it�amusement? That got her mad. He sensed her jump in energy and then caught her wrist when she swung at him again. Then he caught her other wrist as she swung with her free hand. He smirked.
�Tut tut. We must work on that temper.�
She growled and pushed him back, away from the guards and her friends. She was so angry! He was mocking her. Well, she could take him. It was obvious that he hadn�t fought a girl before. She smirked. He would find out the hard way�
She swung her leg up and kicked him square in the groin. He doubled up in pain and she swung her foot into his face, sending him crashing into a wall, where he slid down and landed with a thud. She powered up some more and shot an energy blast right at his face. He ducked, stood up, and regained his composure in a matter of seconds. He charged at her, powering up. She punched at him, but he caught both her wrists again. This time he jumped out of the way when she tried to kick him in the groin. He pushed her to the ground, keeping her down with his weight by straddling her waist. He held her arms above her head.
�Why did you attack me?� he growled, his free hand finding her neck and applying pressure.
She smirked.
�I felt you needed someone to kick your Royal Ass, your majesty. Do you mind?� she asked, growling back.
He felt shock. No one had ever disrespected him this much in all his life, yet he was enjoying it. He was so confused.
�Do you mind me kicking you ass?� she repeated, screaming and powering up.
He smirked.
�Not at all. If you can.� He powered up and began pummeling her face and chest and stomach with punches. Her body slowly created an indention in the concrete floor. She had to get up!
Somehow she got a good chance for another groin crusher and slammed her knee up, but Vegeta was waiting for this. He jumped up and off her, and she rolled away into a standing position. She powered up as high as she could go, and Vegeta smirked. I should spar with her more often. She doesn�t hold back as my partners or guards do.
She ran into him and slammed him into the ground with her shoulder. Now she was straddling his waist and pummeling on his face and neck and chest. He managed to grab her arms though, and threw her off him, not letting go. He swung her up and then slammed her face down onto the concrete, where she slid about ten feet. He heard her curse as she stood up slowly. The left side of her face had been scraped raw and was bleeding, but she was smiling. She disappeared.
He knew this trick too, and grabbed her fist as it shot out from above him. He brought her down painfully against his knee, hearing a couple of ribs snap. She winced as he threw her down at his feet.
�Had enough wench?� he snarled, grabbing her feet. She growled and doubled over to try and scratch his face, but he just flew up into the air, dragging her along. She wouldn�t stop squirming, and he was getting impatient when he saw a flash of blue. Then he saw it again. And again. It was her tail swinging back and forth. Vegeta smirked his most evil smirk and grabbed it.
She gave a yelp of pain and glared back at him. The more she moved, the more it hurt, so she stopped moving and just hung their by her tail. This was humiliating! No one is supposed to touch your tail except for your mate and-�oh no�
He saw her look of horror and then watched as she tried to fly away, then screamed in pain when he didn�t let go. She grabbed her tail and yanked hard, wincing and hissing. She turned to him, her face livid.
�LET GO RIGHT NOW!� She screamed again and then tried to claw his face.
He smirked and just jumped out of the way. He looked down and saw all the faces watching them. He flew higher, until no one could see him and they were just a speck of sand in the sky. Then he began his torture. He grabbed the end of her tail and slowly massaged downwards, against the natural direction of her fur. She slowed down her struggles, her eyes growing wider. He noticed how her tail fur was sticking straight up. She was angry.
He then rubbed it back up, caressing it even, and she looked at him, begging him to stop. He was breaking down her pride! She couldn�t let him do this to her! But she also couldn�t stop him. And part of her didn�t want him to stop. When he touched her tail like that, ooh! Shivers ran up and down her spine and her belly grew especially warm. She had never had these feelings before, and was confused, frightened, and angry. And why the hell did she want to kiss him suddenly?!
He chuckled. He could smell her desire. But it wasn�t her fault. He enjoyed watching her helpless. Putty in his hands. His teachers had taught him this in Health Class, but warned him never to use it on anyone except his mate. Well, she is a Candidate for my mate. Close enough. She was purring now, not growling, and the sound reached his ears and traveled down to his gut, desire rising up within. Too bad they were both exactly a year to young. He had this desire but no Saiyan under the age of sixteen could act upon it. He sighed. He had the urges but anyone not of Age would just get confused. When they turned 16, that�s when their instincts kicked in.
Bulma felt his hold on her tail relaxing, now just caressing it, not holding her hostage as he had been. This was her chance, but did she want to take it? She thought for a moment. Hell yes! She flew back down to the ground as fast as she could. What she saw there made her come to a complete stop, but not for long; the Prince was right behind her. She dropped to the ground and ran to help her friends.