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Chapter 1.




There was a dull smell in the air, which made itself visible in fog in the pale light of the room. Here and there a harsh roar could be heard, which one of the numerous drunks had probably uttered. She had seen countless of these pitiful figures come and go, day after day, week after week. So much suffering, so much violence and so much loneliness could hardly be found anywhere else. Still, this was the best shed one could find. The blue-haired girl shuddered at the thought of having to dance in even worse dives. This was hell ... but she knew there was worse ... much worse. With narrowed eyes she tried to make out some of the figures that might just be waiting for her out there. Disgusted, she turned away from these disgusting guys, preferred not to think about them.No, when she stood outside, she let her thoughts wander, far, far away from here, home. Yes, her memories were all she had left and they were her most valuable asset. She was about to start again, the endlessly repeating procedure that she had to perform as best as possible evening after evening with a smile on her face ... Vegeta wrinkled her nose, this smell was an impertinence. What was his father thinking? Well, he was 20 years old now, ready for a harem full of beautiful women. Pha, he wasn't interested in women. Why should they ... they were lowly creatures, like everyone here, except him, of course. Grumbling, he sat down at the bar and sipped the glass that the bartender had just shakily held out to him. Cowards, all together cowards. He smiled at the thought that he was feared here too. So his reputation had preceded him. Very good!! His smile turned into a hellish grin when he noticed the fearful looks of the others in the room.Everyone was afraid of him. Why not? He could destroy them all here with a tap of the finger. Yes, that would be really fun now ... The next moment, however, this thought disappeared again when he felt a hand on his shoulder. With a grumble, he turned to the person, sipped his glass again, and tossed the tall man one? What-should-I-damn-be-here? Look too. Vegeta? s father laughed at the look and patted his son on the shoulder. ? Boy, I know you'd rather destroy something now, but believe me, this can be fun too.? With these words he pointed to the (what on earth do you call that ???)? Dance floor? where a young girl, spurred on by the rhythmic music, presented herself to the panting men. Primitive, thought Vegeta, but kept it to himself and grumbled disinterestedly at his father in response. However, he did not let his joy spoil and said that he would now leave him alone, but that he should look at the next number, as it would be the best that this shop had to offer here.Vegeta didn't care, but nodded anyway to finally have some peace. I can't believe he really did this to himself. He had never had anything to do with women in his entire life, so why now? Was absolutely unimportant .. but well, the next number and then he would secretly run away. Hoping that it would start soon and be over again quickly, he turned back to the dance floor, which was now flooded with sea-blue light. A murmur went through the rows and all the men, who had previously drunk, stared motionless at the curtain, which was now pushed slightly to the side. Vegeta swallowed. No woman interested him, none. But that long, narrow leg that had dug its way through the curtain had sent a shiver down his back, if only for seconds. Bulma started, as always. It was their music. She was the only one who could choose her own music because she was the best here, as her boss always recommended.Well, at least it made it a little easier for her. She swung her right leg through the curtain and heard the first whistles that were really disgusting to her ears. She took another deep breath and immediately afterwards threw the curtain aside, danced as always, undressed as always. How she hated it and loathed it deeply. But she had no other choice. It was 3 long years since their home, the earth, had been destroyed. It was uncertain whether her family or friends were still alive. These bastards had taken few people as slaves and they had to do the basest work. Hah, how could it be otherwise? A sarcastic trait flashed on her face, but immediately gave way to a doll-like rigidity. Bulma threw herself to the ground, panting. Done .. she was done. Now just let the growling, groping and whistling endure. With every touch of these disgusting hornies, her skin, and she internally, winced.She was lucky enough to be a dancer. To touch, yes, but nobody was allowed to come really close to her. She knew it wasn't really protection, but she kept inoculating it herself. Hope in this darkness ... She hastily gathered up her things, all of which she had thrown from her with a flourish. An old lecher grabbed her bum and didn't want to let go. Bulma stared at him in surprise. In the next moment, however, her pride returned, which had perhaps shrunk a little over the years, but had never been broken. She drew back and slapped him hard on the face. The old man stared at her in horror and Bulma took the chance and hurriedly scurried behind the curtain. Such situations were extremely dangerous ... dangerous to life! But she had survived it .. a shower was all she wanted now. As after every performance, she scrubbed herself for a long time, wanted to get rid of this disgusting feeling, but never really made it ......



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