VEGETA'S HEART

Time passes, under differing orbits of the multiple Namekian suns there is no darkness. The triad of shadows shift and battle endlessly, weaving about almost hypnotically. Sitting alone in the crevice leaves the Prince with little to do but brood. Vegeta’s mind wanders as he sits and sulks, guarding the Dragonballs like a nervous hawk. Fortunately on the second ‘day’ a large beast wandered within his reach. He killed it easily and so was at least able to partially satisfy his constant hunger.

He can feel his power continuing to increase, it has to be the power linkage with Kakarot. It’s the only explanation he can possibly think of, and it comes in spurts, a bit at a time. As if Kakarot is training intensely somewhere.

Other than that, there had been few other distractions. He can sense Frieza, sitting like a spider in his ship, waiting. Vegeta keep stretching and improving his new senses, seeking any hint of where those three damned Earthlings were hiding. But he still hasn’t felt anything, they have to be keeping their ki suppressed down to almost nothing. All he can do is sit and wait for them to make their move on his Dragonballs.

There’s little else to do. So he’s stuck here with his thoughts and it’s either worry about Frieza or think about those Earthlings.

And though he’d rather not think of Frieza, for some reason seeing that female had vividly resurrected some of his worst memories. He cannot help but recall his two most horrifying sessions with the beast. One of which had been a revelation that had turned his hatred of Frieza into total and eternal detestation. And ignited the burning fury in his soul.

The Tyrant of the Galaxy had been Vegeta’s personal nightmare for 25 years. The monster had not only abused and tortured him as a child. But had intermittently continued it into the Prince’s adulthood. Those experiences had almost ruined him for any kind of normal sexual relationships. If it hadn’t been for his Sibling Raditz, Vegeta would never had known what normal life and relationships were like.

When Frieza had finally released Vegeta when he was ten and sent him to the general barracks. But he had allowed the boy’s attendants to return.

Once back, Raditz had done what he could, he tried always to be by the young Prince’s side.

His Sibling had helped Vegeta defend himself as much as he could from the run of the mill barrack perverts until the Prince was strong enough to defend himself alone. Although his Sibling could do nothing to stop the abuses from higher ranking officers. So Vegeta had to comply with not only Frieza, Zarbon and Dodoria, but anyone that was more powerful than the Prince. Fortunately among the elite officers only the members of the most powerful cadre, the Ginyu Force were strong enough to subject him to their attentions. And so it continued through his late childhood and preteen years.

Raditz had been the only family Vegeta had left, the only person he could trust thoroughly. And even though Nappa was Vegeta’s cousin, (the son of one of his father’s Siblings) the Prince never trusted the berserker Saiyan completely.

Nappa was too unstable, too emotionally driven. He didn’t think, he felt and if you catered to his appetites he would follow your orders, anyone’s orders. Vegeta had guessed it almost immediately when Nappa had become Frieza’s informant.

So when Vegeta woke up screaming in the middle of the night, it was Raditz that was there not Nappa. His Sibling would sooth and comfort the boy. And when he was older and beginning to mature, his Sibling had even guided the Prince through the discoveries of what normal sex was supposed to be like.

If it hadn’t been for his elder half-brother’s gentle encouragement and coaxing at such a critical developmental time, Vegeta might have sworn off all types of sexual interactions forever. For from time to time the order would come for Vegeta to report to Frieza’s quarters again. An order that Prince Vegeta dared not resist, for he had learned that lesson the hard way.

The Prince had rebelled against Frieza's abuses only once. It was shortly after he turned fourteen, he had been order to destroy a planet and had done so with a new technique he had perfected calling it the Final Flash. He had vaporized the planet in much the same way he had seen Frieza do during the first days of his sojourn with the beast. That accomplishment had led the Saiyan youth to believe erroneously that he was at last strong enough to successfully oppose Frieza.

When he had returned to headquarters the order to ‘prepare to attend’ the Tyrant had been waiting. Vegeta had gone as usual, but instead of ‘preparing’ he had lain in wait, ready to ambush Frieza.

When the beast had entered, Vegeta had attacked!

That was the first and last time he ever did it!

Frieza had exploded into one of his raging temper tantrums. How dared Vegeta raise a hand against his Master!?? With a single blast the monster had slammed the boy against the wall, a second one stripped the clothes from his body, then Frieza began flinging the Prince violently about the room. Battering him against the furniture and statuary, shattering priceless objects from around the galaxy. Everything in the room became a weapon to be used against the boy. Nothing was left undamaged!

The rampage continued until Vegeta lay bloody, bruised, stunned and prostrate on the floor. Then the beast began the real punishment, lashing the helpless youth with whips of pure energy. Each impact left a welt of charred flesh on his body. The smell of burning meat had filled the room. Once the Tyrant’s initial rage was spent Frieza’s tail had finally come into play. The beast had very deliberately and literally beaten the youth to a pulp with his muscular appendage.

Every bone in Vegeta’s body had been either cracked, broken or completely shattered! And then Frieza had done exactly what he had wanted to the boy anyway! During which he had actually relished the Prince’s agony, even though he also praised him for his courageous, if foolhardy defiance! But Frieza then informed the Prince that he had to be properly punished for the transgression.

So when the beast had finished slaking his lust, the mute attendants were called in to put the rooms right again. They swiftly replaced Frieza’s furniture but were ordered to leave the boy untouched where he lay.

Vegeta had been left in burned bloody mass on the floor, in a shuddering pile of agony for four days, as a brutal lesson in obedience. And each day when Frieza returned he had beaten him again and then used him, continuing the torture until Zarbon and Dodoria had finally returned.

The Prince’s recovery had taken months, with numerous reconstructive operations and weeks on end of regen chamber sessions before Vegeta was back to normal.

But Raditz had been there, his Sibling had remained at his side and nursed him. Even Nappa had been protective and less abrasive.

Once he was completely healed things returned to what could be considered normal. The Saiyans would be sent out on difficult missions, complete them successfully and return. Sometimes Frieza would want Vegeta, but most of the time the Saiyan’s were left to their own devices until another assignment needed their expert attention.

Then the most bizarre of all his sessions with Frieza occurred, and it almost put him off sex entirely.

Thankfully, that had happened only once, shortly before the Prince’s seventeenth birthday. He, Raditz and Nappa had just returned from an especially arduous mission. Only to find Qui gleefully waiting for them, with orders that General Vegeta was to report immediately to the Frieza’s private quarters. And ‘prepare himself’ for the Master’s arrival.

It seemed that Zarbon and Dodoria had been sent out on a mission a few days earlier, so Vegeta was required to attend Frieza until their return.

All three knew what those orders really meant. Vegeta was desired once again! The Tyrant had never seemed to completely tire of his Saiyan plaything. About once a cycle the Saiyan Prince would be called to Frieza’s apartments and to be subjected once more to the monster’s bestial attentions.

Until his two other favorites returned, Vegeta would be Frieza’s sole diversion and the reluctant object of his lust. But the Prince had learned to endure these attentions, they were a few and far enough between that he could almost forget about them until the next occurrence. After all he knew to well that it was far better to comply than to refuse.

So even though he hated it the Prince’s personal experience had proved that it could be far, far worse.

But little did he know that this time was going to be different from even that earlier incident. It would be unlike anything he had ever experienced before!

Vegeta had arrived at Frieza’s quarters, to find as usual, a mute slave waiting to take his things with a bath already drawn for him. The slave took his armor and soiled clothing, leaving the Prince alone in Frieza‘s private chambers.

Vegeta had bathed slowly postponing the inevitable for as long as possible, when he finished and had dried himself, went to get ready for Frieza’s eventual arrival. Knowing what would happen if he failed to fully obey and follow the coded orders, ‘to prepare himself’. His proper attire for the monster, at these time consisted of only a collar and the tractor manacles for his wrists, ankles, and tail, leaving him otherwise completely nude. When he was here he was not even allowed to decently wrap his tail around his waist as all Saiyans warriors and the highest ranked Nobles had in public. Instead he was required to carry it loose and behind him like the lowest level servant leaving his sensitive tail vulnerable.

He slowly proceeds to the place where he has to await his Master’s arrival. Once at the foot of Frieza’s bed, he stares with hatred at the short leash hooked to the bed post at mattress level for a moment. The leash is barely six inches long, and it’s catches are genetically coded so only Frieza can release them once they are attached.

Vegeta’s fists clench and unclench in helpless fury, before he kneels down to lean over and reach out with shaking hands to attach the leash to the ring that dangles from the front of his collar. He settles back into the display position that Frieza demands he sit until he’s released. Sitting back on his ankles, erect with knees spread wide, hands resting palm down on his upper thighs, leaving him completely exposed to his Master’s gaze when he enters.

The leash was latched low and very short for that purpose, forcing him to remain in painfully in place on the floor like some sort of tethered animal, turning the Prince into nothing more than Frieza‘s pet Saiyan.

He waited, growing cramped and sore as the long hours passed. Brooding and planning, nursing his rage. For this was when, while he waited in his enforced bondage, that Vegeta’s insanity first began to emerge and had slowly increased through the years. Burning hotter with each indignity, resentment fueling it as his heart grew more frigid with fury. To endure this casual cruelty of his Master, he would use the time to visualize his revenge. He would form discard and reform various plans of vengeance. Analyzing differing options, perfecting or discarding the alternatives for the attainment of his ultimate goal against the brutal monster.

Finally Frieza appeared. He smiled at the youth positioned so vulnerably on the floor at the foot of his bed. The Prince’s enormous endowment was fully displayed to Frieza‘s view. “Ah, my pretty, did you miss me?”

The hover chair glided forward then settled to the floor. The beast steps out and moves over to Vegeta. “It’s been some time, my pet. I see you’ve grown a bit.” Purrs Frieza as he reaches over and strokes Vegeta’s hair. His tail curls around and strokes the inside of the youth’s thigh then flicks lightly across his flaccid maleness.

The Prince knows better than to respond or react even though he detests Frieza’s touch. He has not yet been given permission to either move or speak.

Frieza unhooks the leash from the bedpost, and lets it fall to Vegeta‘s chest, the end dangles above his navel. “You may rise to remove my armor and bring me my robe.” Frieza stands motionless as Vegeta wordlessly does as he had been instructed. Once he has divested Frieza of his armor he moves to the closet and retrieves a lounging robe. After slipping it onto Frieza, he returns to his original spot and position back on the floor.

Reclaiming the leash handle, Frieza curtly orders, “Heel, boy.” And with a tug on the leash heads towards his desk. Vegeta once more on his knees follows furious but obedient, crawling after his master. Hatred glows in the teenager’s eyes.

Frieza gazes down at the Prince, the boy’s resentment and futile anger has always stimulated his lust. Stoking Vegeta's smoldering defiance makes his thighs quiver with growing desire, Frieza‘s tail twitches back and forth in intense anticipation.

He releases his grip on the leash.

“You may rise Vegeta. Come here and stand beside my chair,” he languidly waves his hand to indicate the desired position with a negligent finger. “But once in position you may not move, my dear little prince.” Cautions Frieza as he turns to the desk.

The Tyrant has been eagerly waiting for this day for quite some time. His physicians had been monitoring the boy’s physical maturation carefully the last two cycles. Until they could assure him that the boy’s development into a fully functional adult was complete. Now the time he had awaited had finally come!

He wanted to start earlier, when the boy had first returned to base but several things had needed Frieza’s immediate attention and he still had not yet finished them. But his anticipation of tonight's event had grown through the hours along with his desire until he could hardly stand it, knowing the youth was helplessly waiting for him in his quarters. Frieza had been unable to bear it any longer so he had retired to his private chambers even though his paperwork was still incomplete.

Now he will be able to toy with Vegeta as he finishes up the rest of his tasks. It will only help make tonight’s very special event even more enjoyable. Keying up the computer screen and then waiting for it to boot up, he leans back in the chair and brushes his hand lightly against the Saiyan‘s thighs, raising it higher he drags his thumb and finger tips across the boy’s abdomen. Caressing the flat hard stomach with the back of his hand. He can feel Vegeta’s muscles tighten, but he remains obediently motionless.

Frieza smiles to himself, he lowers his hand and curls his fingers casually about the boy’s shaft, as he begins to absentmindedly fondle it. It stirs under his touch delighting him. He had been waiting impatiently for this day.

Vegeta’s last physical exam had confirmed that he is finally a fertile functional adult, even though a small one.

And Frieza likes that aspect the most of all, he definitely enjoys being with a partner closer to his own size. Instead of one that looms up and over or out bulks him. Vegeta is almost the ideal size!

The special diet he had ordered formulated for the boy had been exactly on target. All the nutrients and essential requirements had been met so the Saiyan Prince had not been malnourished, but his protein intake had been carefully limited and monitored during the crucial growth periods. Carefully keeping him undernourished, and preventing him from attaining what should have been his full stature. The child was kept completely healthy but stunted, thus making him much smaller than he would have become otherwise, while controlling the build up of his dangerous Saiyan reserves.

A host needed to be strong and healthy, but it’s overall size didn’t matter that much. Since hosts were sustained in special gestational capsules, energy reserves were unnecessary. Once implanted and occupied by the developing larva, the host would be force fed until the offspring emerged, after absorbing it’s power and completely devouring it.

Tonight will cumulate the cycles of Frieza’s desire for Vegeta, it is the beginning of the final steps towards Frieza's procreation.

Frieza has already gathered what he needed from Zarbon and Dodoria, their eggs have already begun the long process of maturing. Once Frieza has what he needs from the Saiyan Prince it will merely be a matter of waiting.

After this, only maintenance will be needed until the actual implantation a couple of decades from now. It was one of the reproductive drawbacks of Frieza's race. It took almost a decade for an egg to reach maturity, but once mature it could then be held in stasis indefinitely inside Frieza‘s body, until s/he was ready to fertilize and implant it in the host. But fortunately all of three chosen hosts were from long lived races.

The computer screen finally displays the information Frieza had been waiting for, he leans forward and reads it thoughtfully as he continues to caress the boy absently. His fingers have moved lower to cup the velvety pouch that dangles between the boy’s thighs and he begins to lightly bounce the spongy orbs inside it on his fingers like a pair of worry stones.

Vegeta is rigid with anger and humiliation. Frieza’s hand continues it’s casual violations.

During his perusal of the displayed documents, Frieza sees something that disturbs him. There’s been an encroachment on the border between his empire and his annoying sibling’s. He mutters furiously, “Damn it, Cooler! Why can’t you stay in your own area!”

He clenches his hand in anger, digging his talons into sensitive flesh, causing Vegeta to flinch, ever so slightly.

Frieza feels the boy’s reaction and glances up at his captive crossly. “You were told not to move!” His tail lashes up and strikes the boy across the face as Frieza deliberately digs his talons deeper into the injured flesh, drawing beads of blood from the crescents of pain, before returning to his attention to his work.

Vegeta stands almost motionless, quivering in pain, anger and distaste. Tears of fury glisten brightly but do not fall. Frieza’s grip finally relaxes and then his fingers continue playing idly with the Prince’s most private parts. And as much as he hates it, as much as he resists it, the touch and constant caressing is beginning to arouse him. It’s maddening he cannot resist it, and he doesn’t even dare to clench his fists or allow his tail to twitch.

Frieza finally finishes his tasks, with one last order the beast shuts down his screen. He smiles, as he glances at the motionless youth, good Vegeta is already half aroused. Now the fun will really begin. Frieza reaches up to reclaim the leash, tugging it down with the order, “Down boy.”

The Saiyan returns to his knees. Frieza rises from his seat and leads him over to the half couch. Where the Tyrant settles into a semi-reclining position, legs slightly spread. He pulls the boy forward until Vegeta is positioned kneeling between his calves. “Fetch me, my neural wand Vegeta.”

Frieza releases the leash and Vegeta does as he was ordered. But he since he had not been given permission to rise, he has to remain on his hands and knees, forcing him to crawl to the storage compartments. But that’s the reason Frieza's various ‘toys’ had always been stored in the lowest drawer. The youth is forced to use his mouth to not only open it but then to retrieve the wand. Then the Saiyan Prince returns, carrying it like a dog would carry a stick.

The Tyrant takes the wand from Vegeta's mouth.

“Sit boy!” Orders Frieza with a gloating smile when Vegeta’s back in the spot he had left.

The captive Prince obeys, though anger flashes brightly in his eyes. He leans back on his haunches, his knees apart, his hands resting lightly on his thighs, again in the proper sitting position he‘d been painfully taught. His half erect penis starting to jut upwards, as his tail comes around to curl in front of his knees.

“Now my pet we will begin.” With a flick of his finger Frieza activates the force wand, leaning forward to murmur. “Tonight is very a special night for you, my precious little prince.” He gently caresses Vegeta’s lips with the wand, bestowing a kiss of pure pain onto them. “Soon our final relationship will be consummated, your survival thus far has established your suitability. Your status will be assured and finalized tonight. You will become one of the privileged few, one of my personal favorites, with the title of Third Lord of the Galaxy. With only Zarbon and Dodoria outranking you.”

As he speaks, Frieza leans further forward and draws the force wand’s tip down to Vegeta’s chest, circling each nipple playfully before flicking them with it‘s tip. The neural shocks continue to pulse forth from the contact point, shooting impulses throughout the Prince‘s entire nervous system. Triggering all his pain receptors into firing repeatedly, but the only sign of the torment he is enduring is the tightening of his jaw as he grits his teeth against the onslaught. The wand moves lower and encounters the half turgid flesh caressing it with agony.

Vegeta has barely hears most of Frieza's words, as he struggles to resist the pain. The beast has always prattled on when he’s tormenting him. Sweet words that belie the true actions.

Frieza’s eyes narrow as he smilingly watches the boy valiantly resisting the neural torment.

“Soon we will unite, our bodies becoming one, you and your essence will truly become mine.” Frieza coos as he leans back languidly and discards the wand. “Now you will begin to arouse yourself.”

Vegeta stares up at Frieza in shock, this has never happened before! Frieze was a sadist, a voyeur of pain. His foreplay had always consisted of inflicting or watching torture and torment. He was not one to watch others pleasure themselves.

Frieza frowns and starts to sit-up reaching for the wand, “DO IT!”

Puzzled and reluctantly Vegeta begins to masturbate.

The beast reclines once more, smiling ominously as his legs spread wider. He licks his lips as he watches the boy’s movements, “You will continue doing so no matter what else occurs until you are fully erect, but you will withhold yourself.”

Then Frieza reaches forward, and grabs Vegeta by the hair. Dragging the youth’s face forward until his head is buried deep between Frieza’s spread thighs. He forces Vegeta’s lips against his crotch. “Now start and don’t stop!”

At least this part is familiar, Vegeta knows what he’s to do and to expect.

As Frieza’s other hand then tangles into his hair as well pulling his face even closer, the boy begins to lap at the area between the apex of Frieza‘s legs, soon the genital slit appears between the rigid plates and begins to gape open.

Frieza’s multiple stingers emerge, fringing the opening, writhing like tiny tentacles, each of them tap lightly at the Prince’s face. Vegeta closes his eyes, to protect them. At first, each touch raises a prickle of fiery pain but soon his face is swollen and numb from the numerous stings. Finally Frieza’s reproductive organ emerges. As it begins to extend and Vegeta opens his eyes once more and starts to continues to lap at it, careful avoid the tip itself and to follow the nap of the scales on the beast’s shaft for otherwise his tongue would be acid burned and scraped raw. He continues his ministrations until the tip starts to swell slightly.

Vegeta who had been masturbating all along is fully aroused and painfully erect. And now so is his Master!

Frieza suddenly enflamed, leaps to his feet and drags the hapless teen by his hair to the bed, he flings the youth onto it but not in the customary face down position.

Instead Vegeta is face up for the first time, Frieza looms over the Prince grinning, face twisted with a strange new aspect of lust, one far different from the one he usually wears. There is a odd new predatory intensity in the monster’s face.

With a thought Frieza actives the tractor manacles and Vegeta is violently spread eagled onto the bed. Before his horrified gaze, the head of Frieza's reproductive organ begins a strange new transformation, it starts to swell, expanding upwards from the tip inflating like a long slender balloon. As Frieza straddles his immobilized victim, the tip gapes open and a wide orifice appears. The newly distended tube descends engulfing Vegeta’s rigid erection. Engulfing it completely from head to base.

Frieza’s ovipositor contracts tightening into a sheath around the youth’s organ and then begins to pulse, bathing Vegeta’s manhood in his acidic secretions.

Vegeta’s screams as it feels as if his penis has been thrust into a roaring flame!

At the same moment Frieza’s tail thrusts it’s way brutally into the Prince’s nether opening. Both prisoned and pierced, Vegeta screams again held helplessly immobile in his burning agony at this strange new violation.

“Now you are truly mine, now and forever.” Purrs the monster seductively. It gloats reveling in it’s pleasure as the screaming boy erupts, releasing the long coveted fluid. Delivering the boy’s fertile semen, the sperm cells laden with Vegeta’s vital DNA codings, the very essence of the Prince, into Frieza's waiting reproductive system.

As Saiyan youth descends into agonized oblivion from the acid burns on his most sensitive areas, the Tyrant basks in it’s success. Soon the Saiyan Prince’s gametes will do what they were evolved to do, they will seek out an egg to fertilize. But instead of combining with a Saiyan female’s ova, they will join with one of Frieza’s own immature eggs. Unlike humanoid ova, that prevents any other addition penetrations after primary fertilization, Frieza’s ova will absorb each and every single sperm cell that reaches it, prefertilizing the egg with all of Vegeta‘s chromosomes. This not only allows the Prince’s genes to be imprinted on it’s outer boundary but enables them to merge with those of Frieza’s. So when the time comes the resultant egg will then be accepted by Vegeta’s body for hosting without fear of being rejected as a foreign object. And the inner genetic encoding will also make the resultant offspring capable of inheriting and absorbing all of Vegeta’s power and strength. Soon the egg will begin the long slow process maturation until it finally reaches the ready stage for final fertilization by Frieza himself, before implantation. Thus the offspring will be not only Frieza's child but Vegeta's as well!

The Saiyan Prince had passed out during that assault, only to waken days later, healing once more inside a regen chamber.

As always Raditz had been there waiting for him to emerge. Zarbon and Dodoria had returned while Vegeta was unconscious so he had not been required to go back to Frieza.

His Sibling had taken the sexually traumatized youth back to his newly assigned quarters. While in the regen chamber, one good thing had evidently resulted from the Prince’s ordeal. The promised privileges has materialized.

Vegeta had finally been assigned his own personal set of rooms. He would no longer be subjected to the daily insults or abuse from the general troops.

While he was still healing, the other two Saiyans had been instructed to move all of his belongings into the Prince’s new quarters and they had quickly moved theirs as well, taking the outer reception room as their own.

The Prince had never spoke to anyone about his ordeal, although for months afterwards Raditz told him that he slept curled up in a fetal position with his tail clamped down tightly between his legs and curled protectively about his private parts.

Frieza’s strange violation had never reoccurred, although Vegeta feared it’s reoccurrence every time the monster sent for him.

And from that day forward, he suspected he knew the true reason that Frieza banned all females from his ship. It was not only because of his well known distaste for that sex. But because they were actually a threat to the beast, in direct sexual competition with Frieza. For Vegeta experience had lead him to believe that rather than being a he, Frieza was more truly a s/he, a dually sexed creature, both male and female in one body!

And if he hadn’t already known how good sex with a proper female could be, that event might have completely ended his reproductive life and all sexual desires. Fortunately he had experienced it properly, beforehand but even so, it had taken several years before he felt at ease enough to seek sexual intercourse again. But when he finally did, it had been like Zarbon had said, he was totally and singly fixated only on true females, and it was the only way he ever craved sex, when he did desire it.

And right now that blue haired Earthling was making him remember just how long it had been since he had enjoyed such a pleasant diversion! He knows the Nameks are asexual which means that she’s the only real female around here and the first attractive one he’s even seen in a very long while.

He’d much rather spend time thinking about her than Frieza or the others. She very distracting, it’s to bad they’re enemies, because she’s definitely what he’d be looking for if he was in the mood for sex.

She’s far more interesting than any other females he has ever seen, especially with that exotic coloring of hers. What is it about shade of blue that has always attracted him so much? It’s just like any other color, but one he’s always been particularly drawn to, especially if it’s that exact tint of aquamarine that her hair is.

Even with that ugly covering on her, it had been obvious that she was a luscious looking morsel. That was one thing Zarbon had gotten right, she was lovely.

But she really needed to be dressed in something other than that grotesque outfit he had seen her in. Maybe something silky and sheer, like Arcturina spiderspin, tinted the same intriguing blue as her hair. The kind iridescences and shimmers over each curve with the tiniest motion. Making a female’s faintest sigh almost erotically irresistible. Her coloring is quite remarkable, it’s tantalizing, and he wonders if all her body fur is that color. His eyes narrow, it’ll would be very interesting to discover the truth.

Vegeta tries to rest, conserving his strength. He even manages a little of the half alert doze of a battle hardened warrior. He’s hadn’t really had a good chance to sleep and replenish his reserves in quite some time. Being in a regen chamber never counts for much. The accelerated healing process burns almost as much energy as being awake and active, even though one is usually unconscious rather that asleep.

But even in the half awake, half dream state, he was still being consumed by thoughts of that blue haired female. His eyes would drift closed and he start to relax, only to have her bewitching form appear inside his eyelids! Why is he suddenly so obsessed with her?

He can’t seem to shake her image, with those hypnotic blue orbs of hers.

When their eyes had met that last time, right after he had killed Zarbon, he had expected to see nothing but pure unadulterated terror in them, but she hadn’t been afraid of him at all! Instead, almost unbelievably, it seemed that she had been aroused and attracted to him, because he had even caught the scent of her rising heat!

Bulma has been alone almost all this time too.

A day or so (if you can call them that with no night on Namek to speak of at all!) after the boys had left, two of Frieza’s freaks had shown up. So it had been real lucky that she had hidden the Dragonball when she had.

It had taken all of her wits to outsmart them but she had managed to do it. ‘And gotten rid of them for good too!’ She thinks with satisfaction! (Why is she getting so blood thirsty lately?) She’d tricked them into getting eaten by that stupid crab-like thing that had almost caught her when she’d gone out exploring.

So since that incident she’s stuck close to the rift. And been trying to keep herself occupied and out of sight.

She’s been tinkering on and off with the blasted hover bike. Ever since she’d used it the damned thing’s solar batteries hadn’t been recharging properly, probably because of getting multiple frequency light-waves coming from the different sources all at the same time! It was designed charge from one source not three, King Kai might of warned them ahead of time! So she’s been trying to adapt it’s solar batteries to accept triple sources.

When she’s not working on that she tries to catch up on her technical manuals and scientific magazines. She’s months behind on her reading already and after she gets back from this trip the back log will be that much worse.

But she can’t seem to concentrate too long on anything before her thoughts return to that damnedable Saiyan Vegeta.

Kami’ but he’s definitely hunkalious alright.

And it’s been quite awhile.

It’s too bad he’s so far over the edge. Something must have been eating him for a long time to make him that crazy.

He's so unstable that she’d really been kinda surprised he didn’t just kill them when he took their Dragonball. And wonders a bit about it.

It’s funny, if you ignore his insanity, he’s almost exactly what she’s always fantasized as the perfect male. Sure he’s a bit short but otherwise, he’s strong, handsome, determined, and commanding, but yet strangely vulnerable at the same time, all wrapped up in that sexy little package. She couldn’t help noticing that! Even when she was mesmerized by the secrets hidden in his eyes.

Bulma shakes her head, get a hold of yourself girl. Vegeta’s not for you! A relationship with that crazy man would be a trouble with a capital T!

Relationship? Whoa! Why did she even think that?

She’s getting so way ahead of herself here. Even if that Saiyan wasn’t insane, being with him could be nothing but a complete disaster! Even if Goku seems to like him, Gohan and Krillian definitely don’t! And the others probably despise him too! After all he was responsible for their deaths either directly of indirectly!

But... look at what’s happening with Piccolo.

He’s certainly gotten an attitude readjustment.

Maybe the Saiyan can change too.

But to be honest about it, if she were with Vegeta it could cause major problems all the way around.

And look at all the problems you’ve had just with Yamcha! He’s a lot closer to what you need, even if he is undependable and a two timer.

Why is it that she’s always attracted to the bad boys?

At least Yamcha’s not murderous or insane. Just a reformed bandit and big loveable goof. But if she’s gonna start being honest right now, she might as well admit it all. Yamcha’s been nothing but a gigolo all along, but at least he’s her gigolo! And she can certainly afford to have whatever kind of gigolo she wants! Maybe after they wish him back she should reconsider? And give Yamcha one last chance after all.

But then the thought of two black brooding eyes return.

Damn why can’t I stop thinking about him!

‘This is so bad, but at least they’re only daydreams,’ she thinks, ‘after all it’s not like the Saiyan’s invading her REM sleep! Thank Kame’ that hasn’t happened!’

If it ever did, she’d have a real problem on her hands!

The days of slow travel pass for Gohan and Krillian. They’ve barely stopped long enough to rest, pausing only to eat.

“How much farther?” Asks the boy. “It’s been almost four days.”

Krillian looks at his young companion, Gohan hasn’t complained at all but he knows the poor kid is nearing exhaustion. He’s tired too.

He stretches out his senses towards their destination.

“Just a little further Gohan, but I don’t think the Elder will last much longer.” Krillian reaches a hard decision, “I think we hafta chance it! I don’t think even Vegeta could spot us at this distance!”

“Don’t forget, dad should be getting here soon!” Says Gohan hopefully.

“Right, that’s it then!! Let’s shift it into high gear!!” No longer suppressing their ki the two zoom off at top speed for the Elder’s pinnacle.

But Krillian had been mistaken, Vegeta was still on alert, concentrating very, very hard and he spots them almost immediately!

The Prince hadn’t been able to do much else, every time he closed his eyes, or let his thoughts drift he kept visualizing that blasted woman. It was so distracting, she was starting to fill his thoughts more and more. In his visions she kept regarding him with those strangely colored eyes of hers. It almost uncomfortable, as if she was able see right through him, straight into the bleakest corners of his heart!

Why was he so captivated with her?

All he can figure, is it’s because she’s the first decent looking female he’s seen in several cycles. The last couple dozen or so planets Frieza had sent the Saiyans to, had only contained repulsive non-humanoids. Then to encounter such a gorgeous female like her, no wonder he can’t stop obsessing about her. Once this is over he’ll just have to do something about it!

Suddenly he senses something! “HEH!! I’ve found them at last!!”

He extends his senses, “One, two. It has to be the midget and that brat. But where’s the female at?” Then he notices something else, “HUMPH! I thought they’d be coming after my Dragonballs! But they’re no where near here.”

Vegeta picks up the one star ball, “I don’t know what they’re up to, but I can’t let this chance slip away. I’ll just have to take this one with me. So if that woman is somewhere around searching for them with that device, they still won’t have all seven.”

“All right then!!! This time...I let nothing stand in my way!!!” Releasing all his power with a shout Vegeta accelerates to ultra super speed!

Gohan and Krillian are almost at the Elder’s mountain retreat! But Krillian can sense Gohan’s growing exhaustion. The kid’s tiring even more quickly than before. By now the poor kid is almost worn out. Goku’s son had been game, keeping up the pace, but now the kid’s almost completely exhausted.

“Hang on Gohan we’re almost there!” Urges Krillian.

Gohan answers breathlessly, “O-okay.”

The little monk worriedly thinks, ‘I know I told them the Elder could raise Gohan’s latent power high enough to oppose Vegeta, but I wish I could be as sure as I sounded. That rotten Saiyan’s power seems to be increasing, with no stop in sight. And then there’s that Frieza guy. Even after we raise Gohan’s power we’ve still gotta wait for Goku. It’s gonna take all three of us to try and stop them!’

Vegeta can feel the intervening distance shortening, “I’m gaining on them!” He laughs in triumph. His power had increased even while he was just sitting around. ‘Whatever you’re doing Kakarot, keep it up! All you’re doing is feeding me even more power!’

When the Elders’ mountain appears on the horizon, Krillian shouts to his companion, “Do you see that Gohan? That’s where the Elder is, we‘re almost there!!!”

Suddenly Krillian whirls around, “G.. Gohan, s.. somebody’s ki coming up from behind us! Fast!!“

“WHAT?!’ Cries the boy stopping in mid-flight.

Then Krillian recognizes it “Damn, it’s Vegeta!”

“I.. it can‘t be!” Protests the young half Saiyan.

Krillian shouts back at Gohan, pointing at the Elder’s mountain, “Get going kid, I’ll try to delay him. You get to the Great Elder, he’ll make you stronger!”

“A.. all right,” replies the boy hesitantly, as he starts to fly off towards the mountain he calls back, “Be careful!”

Krillian turns to await Vegeta and is startled when the Saiyan is suddenly there in front of him. “Wh.. what incredible speed!”

Vegeta is actually steaming from the heat the air friction had caused.

“I.. I’m surprised you found us!” Says the monk.

“Really, well don’t be!” answers Vegeta, “I’m made of far better stuff than you are shrimp.”

The Saiyan raises free his hand opening it, “Now then, you took something that belongs to me. The last Dragonball that I had hidden. I want it back, I need it, so you better return it to me. NOW! Give it to me or get ready to die!”

Krillian tries to stall, to gain Gohan the time he needs. “Gee Vegeta I don’t know what you're talking about....”

Vegeta sneers, “How amusing a moron... trying to act the idiot! Stop trying to lie, it isn’t working!” Suddenly the Prince feels something, he turns to look towards the distant mountain, “HMM? What is that? Where’s Kakarot’s whelp heading? I can almost make it out...”

Krillian gasps, Vegeta’s power to sense ki is almost as strong as Goku’s already and he’s just learned how to use it!

“So.. that’s where you hid it...” The Saiyan grins down at him.

Krillian spreads his arms open in a vain attempt to block Vegeta, “N.. no you’re wrong!!!”

But the Prince ignores him, zooms up and over the little man, heading for the pinnacle.

Krillian is left protesting to empty air.

“HEY!!!” He races after Vegeta, yelling, “STOP!!!”

To be continued........