Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Slave ❯ Depraved ( Chapter 42 )

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or the characters.

 

A/N - “At some point I forgot where I was going…and ended up here.”

I dreamt that last night - not sure what it means but I often dream words and sayings. Enjoy this chapter. Please. IAADH. Sorry it took so long.

 

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         Bulma woke to the feeling of fingers trailing gently down her body, outlining her breasts, drawing patterns on her stomach and then tracing lightly over her thighs. Sighing, she arched into the gentle touch and sleepily opened her eyes, staring with lazy pleasure into Ilandra's beautiful wine coloured gaze. She lazily rolled over and caught the teasing fingers in her hand, drawing them to her lips and gently kissing them.

 

“Morning, beautiful.” She murmured, releasing the hand and then running her own slim hand down one of the princesses pale cheeks, forgetting, as she did every morning, that she was supposed to be mad at Ilandra for betraying her trust.

 

“Good morning to you too.” Ilandra smiled - a breath catching curve of her lips that made Bulma want to pull the sheet over her head and giggle. That smile made things inside of her twist and made her skin tingle. She'd woken to find that smile waiting for her every morning this week - ever since she'd unlocked the bathroom door and had come out to find Ilandra sprawled on a miserable heap on their bed.

 

The princess leant down and pressed her lips against Bulma's in a soft, gentle kiss. The soft pressure from the kiss pressed Bulma back into the fluffy white pillows and she chuckled as Ilandra's curtain of soft lavender hair tickled her neck and shoulders. She allowed Ilandra to deepen the kiss a little further but she soon pushed Ilandra away from her tenderly and sat up, pushing her hair behind her ears: She wouldn't drown in emotion this morning.

 

“I have to spend today with my father, will you be fine by yourself?” Ilandra kept one of Bulma's hands held in hers, and when Bulma went to detangle it she squeezed it gently. “I won't go if you don't want me to.” She added, eyes stared insistently into Bulma's; trying to see deep into her core and discover what Bulma wanted her to do. The probing light in those red eyes made Bulma instantly slam her defences down and the lovely awakening shed had abruptly meant nothing. It was an act - an act meant to placate her…and it worked. It kept her pliant and happy. It kept her content.

 

“I'll be fine.” Bulma broke eye contact, still faintly smiling as she squeezed her lover's hand in return, her mind rebelling from the possessiveness of the situation yet dreading what would happen to her if she lost her grip on Ilandra…or if Ilandra lost her grip instead. She was clinging desperately to the belief that if she hung on to this relationship tightly enough she would eventually begin to feel something again.

 

She'd felt something this morning…but it hadn't lasted long. The feelings never did. The passion she felt for Ilandra was always fleeting, and every time the passion faded she felt a little emptier: a little more used. The worst part of it all was that Ilandra was trying so hard to keep their relationship alive; she was trying even harder then Bulma herself to hold on to what they'd had. Despite it all, the loneliness and the emptiness continued to grow inside of her.

 

It was like a disease, but diseases have cures and Bulma didn't think that the void growing inside of her had a cure. It just grew larger - biting her with the chill of a thousand winters as it slowly devoured everything inside of her that had been warm and filled with love, and in place of the warmth it left nothing. It didn't leave ice or stone, it left nothing.

 

She was empty.

 

“Are you sure?” Ilandra stroked a hand through Bulma's hair, gently tugging on it and forcing Bulma to face her. “I don't want to leave you by yourself if you don't want me to.” Her voice was full of tender concern.

 

Bulma glanced into Ilandra's gorgeous red eyes and felt…nothing. She forced herself to smile, she forced her eyes to smile and she leant forward and pressed her lips against Ilandra's - willing her blood to unfreeze and her lips to be warm. She wanted to feel something for the woman who had rescued her from the saiyans.

 

“I'm sure.” Bulma smiled wider - but the smile was a determined baring of her teeth. “You don't want to be late to your meeting with your father; he isn't the most patient of people.”

 

“True.” Ilandra laughed softly, kissing Bulma again before bouncing off the bed and striding to the bedroom door. “I'll see you when I get back then?”

 

“Of course.” Bulma kept the smile on her face as Ilandra drifted out the room and the door closed softly behind her. Once she was sealed in her tomb again she dragged herself off the bed and into the bathroom. The mirror showed her a girl who was younger then she should have been; the cynicism on the young face looked out of place amongst the beautiful youthful features. The sombreness in the blue eyes looked amiss amongst the ribbons of colour that threaded through the iris and the slight downturn of her mouth didn't seem to quite suit the shape and the fullness of her lips.

 

The girl in the mirror looked healthy enough. A figure which had been too thin the last time she had looked at it had filled out and matured - from her pregnancy or from puberty she wasn't sure. Puberty. That word seemed so immature. The last time she had thought about such childish things had been back on earth when such things had seemed important to her. She felt so much older then she looked. She had been sixteen by the Earth calendar when she had been on Earth…she had to have had a birthday by now.

 

Seventeen…that was still too young for the girl in the mirror. The girl looked like a woman. What exactly had she become? She wasn't a whore because she didn't want sex anymore…not like she had when she'd been with a Vegeta.

 

Vegeta.

 

A strange shiver swept up Bulma's spine as she thought of how it had been between them. She'd hated him for what he'd done to he, but she hadn't been able to fight the fact that he could make her feel as though her body was on fire. Her pale skin prickled as she remembered how his skin felt against hers and remembered just how much passion there had been between them. Whenever he'd turned his fierce warrior eyes on her she had melted into them, eager for the pain and pleasure he alone seemed to be capable of dealing out to her. When she was with Vegeta it didn't matter that he was her enemy. It didn't even matter that she was his slave…his whore.

 

She'd hated him with all of her being, but under her hate and bitterness she had craved the feelings he aroused in her, and that was why she had fled from him at the first chance. The fact that she could be so attracted to a man that had all but raped her, a man who had threatened to kill her, a man who had slaughtered thousands of humans, had revolted her. She'd been terrified of what lusting after a cold-blooded sociopath could mean. Part of her had felt she was turning her back on humanity by sleeping with the prince, while another part of her screamed and screamed that what she was doing was self-preservation.

 

Self-preservation. Was that all that Ilandra was to her? A means of continuing her survival? She didn't think so. Part of her had loved Ilandra…it just hadn't lasted. The love had been washed away by the harsh cold light of reality when Ilandra had betrayed her. At least Vegeta had always been upfront with her - even when he had discovered she was the daughter of the great genius Dr. Briefs, he had been completely upfront with her. He'd told her what he wanted her to do. He hadn't snuck around behind her back or constructed elaborate plots in order to trick her into divulging information to the saiyans - he's just told her what he wanted her to do.

 

“What are you doing, Bulma?” She asked herself quietly; unable to believe she was even trying to compare Ilandra and Vegeta. So Vegeta had been a little more truthful, so what? He'd done horrible things. He'd used fear and threats to get his own way while Ilandra used trickery and scheme; neither of them were any better then the other. They were both spoilt bastards who were so used to getting their own way that they would go to any lengths to ensure they got it.

 

She hated them both.

 

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Brolly tried not to stare as Ilandra and Frieza embraced - their bodies entwining like two serpents as they greeted one another. He lowered his eyes and forced himself to stay silent; he couldn't afford to give himself away. He was supposed to be in this room…cleaning…but somehow he suspected Frieza had forgotten about him…and he wanted it to stay that way.

 

He needed Frieza's trust, he needed Ilandra's trust; he had to find Bulma. It didn't matter if he didn't approve of Vegeta's infatuation with the human female; he had to get Bulma back so he could get back into Vegeta's good graces. Once he had Vegeta's trust he would be able to make the young prince see sense! Kakarot was pure evil. Whatever reasons he had for attaching himself to Vegeta were undoubtedly underhanded and malevolent.

 

“How is your little friend responding?” Frieza snaked a hand around his daughter's waist and held her close to him as he swept up to this throne, sinking into the chair and managing at the same time to draw his daughter down into a kneeling position. Their movements so graceful that Brolly couldn't help but watch them. The icejin were abominations. They appeared so fragile, so weak and frail that it was hard not to underestimate them.

 

“Much better, father.” Ilandra knelt and kissed her fathers hand. “Thank you for asking.”

 

Brolly again looked away as Frieza ran his hand up Ilandra's arm and twirled a strand of her hair around his finger. He felt uncomfortable being in the same room as these two creatures - Frieza was a depraved individual. His sleazy mannerisms towards his daughter were really no surprise.

 

“Oh, my concern is not for your little toy, daughter.” Frieza's hand tugged on Ilandra's hair and she was pulled forward, almost into her father's arms. “I'm concerned for the prize inside of her.”

 

 

Brolly again looked up, unable to stop himself. Frieza's hands were around his daughter's slim waist and he was slowly pulling her towards him - the look on his face completely unfatherly. Ilandra looked…unsure of herself. Not repulsed by what he father was doing, but not exactly thrilled by it either.

 

“Father?” Her voice was breathless, questioning…even perhaps tinged with fear.

 

“When I want you to speak, daughter, I will ask you.” Frieza's voice was a low growl, and with a slight grunt of effort he pulled her completely onto his lap and settled her down on top of him - her legs straddling his wait. His hands roamed down her back and squeezed her buttocks, gripping onto them and pulling her even closer to him…and electing a groan from both of them.

 

Clearly, Ilandra was not as repulsed as he had first thoughts. In fact the look on her face was one of pleasure! Brolly swallowed hard, unable to look away just yet.

 

Ilandra placed her hands on her father's shoulders to steady herself as she ground herself further into his embrace. Frieza released her ass and turned his attention to her breasts, peeling the dress she wore down her shoulders and releasing the two rounded globes. He shaped them with his hands, clearly relishing what he was doing, and then slowly lowered his face into them; nuzzling and sucking as small masculine moans came from his mouth.

 

Ilandra whimpered in pleasure - arching her back and pressing into her father. With urgent movements Frieza peeled the dress away from the rest of her body and removed her underwear with little finesse. Brolly's breath caught in his throat - loath as he was to admit it, Ilandra's body was perfect. Her pale white flesh was curved into beautifully feminine shapes - he could see why she had so easy captivated the late king Vegeta.

 

“Oh…Father…” Ilandra's voice drifted to him and he glanced up to watch as Frieza positioned her body over his and slowly lowered her onto his erection. His huge penis sliding into her tiny body with ease…drawing moans of pleasure from both of the depraved creatures engaging in the act. Ilandra flung her head back and arched her back as she used her father's shoulders to push herself down onto his dick as far as she could go.

 

For a woman who he had been almost completely sure was a lesbian, Ilandra seemed to be enjoying her father's ministrations. Although, he was a rather feminine figure. Even Frieza's voice had a feminine sound to it!

 

She was bouncing up and down on her father's stiff pole now - their groans easily reaching Brolly's ears as he ducked back to start cleaning again. He was just going to pretend this wasn't happening…but he could still see them burnt into his head. Ilandra moving up and down on her fathers lap, his white penis disappearing into her body while she swayed and moaned, his hands clasping her ass to pull her down harder…Brolly feared he was going to be seeing this image for quite some time.

 

Good Lord! He was in the room with two people committing incest…it was…it was…horrible! He could still hear them! Ilandra's mons were getting louder and louder…almost wailing in pleasure, and Frieza's deeper voice was mingling with hers like some sort of horrible musical duo! He didn't want to hear this! He really didn't want to be here witnessing this disgusting act. He felt uncomfortable…his skin was crawling…tingling…

 

Brolly shook his head. Who was he kidding? The louder they moaned the more aroused he was becoming. It didn't matter that they were father and daughter, his saiyan instincts were I hyper drive! He could smell sex, hear sex…he could practically taste sex in the air and his body was reacting in typical saiyan ways. It had been so long since he himself had been with a man or woman that he couldn't help but close his eyes as he crouched on the floor and imagine that it was he himself who was fucking the woman.

 

He could imagine Ilandra's body as he bent over in front f him and allowed him to take her from behind…he would squeeze those wonderful white breasts until she moaned like the whore she was and then he fuck her. He'd fuck her until she came beneath him, her body squeezing him tightly while she writhed on his dick; moaning and whimpering…Oh yes…oh yes…yes….

 

God…

 

Brolly stared in horror at the growing stain in his pants and it slowly dawned on him that he'd cum into his pants. He froze, unable to move as he stared at himself, slowly swallowing and reaching for the wet rag he'd been using to clean the floor. He carefully began to clean himself up, being careful to make no noise as he did so. He could still hear them grunting and moaning - but the sounds filled him with disgust now. They were a reminder of his own faults, of his loss of control and dignity.

 

Dear God…what was this place doing to him? He'd been here for a few days and already he was becoming just as deprived as the rest of the icejin court. He had to get out. He had to find Bulma. Hey had to leave and they had to leave before they became even more infected by the rancid court life. If, of course, he could get Bulma to leave her new lover…

 

The large saiyan froze as he abruptly began to wonder if Bulma had any idea just what Ilandra was up to with her father.

 

 

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A/N - I know. I'm a deprived dirty individual who should be shot…wait? Why are some of you looking…pleased! You're just as deprived as me! Well, except for you…and you…and you. Review - even if it's just to remind me that IIADH. Heh.