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Authors note: I'm sorry if there are grammar or spelling errors. I try my best lol.
Bulma was sobbing heavily into her torn, dirt crusted gloves again. She was still unable to believe all that has happened in the past year. One day herself and her friends were laughing, having a grand time as usual. The sky beautiful, everything was at peace...until he came. Vegeta. He had stolen the dragon balls and wished all of Goku's power into himself. With his new found strength everything changed. Everyone she knew had been murdered, unable to stand up to him. No one was in comparison to Vegeta in the slightest. All the cities and villages had been destroyed. The world was in ruin. There were few survivors left. There wasn't even hope left. After the dragon granted Vegeta's wish, he shattered the dragon balls so no one could take his power away. Now she was living in a pathetic excuse for a home. More like a man made cave dug into the ground. Utterly filthy.
Bulma rubbed her eyes and shook her head angrily at herself. "I need to knock this off! They aren't coming back and nothing can change that. What I must do is survive. Speaking of which...I'm running out of supplies. There's barely any food left. Not that there was any to begin with." She thought to herself. So she picked herself up and got ready to venture out.
After a while Bulma made it to the renegade camp. Since the earth was pretty much destroyed money was useless. Of course, because she was rich but at least she did have some of her capsules left. Which was one thing that could at least bring a smile to her face. They were the new currency. After lots of haggling she got some much needed food and supplies for trading in one of her car capsules. Not that she could use it anyway. Fuel was just as hard to come by as a shower. Just the thought of a shower could make her break down.
Bulma let out a sigh and sat down. "ugh, I need to rest a minute before I head back out. I'm completely exhausted!" She muttered to herself.
Suddenly there's an ear shattering explosion! Rocks and chunks of dirt flew out everywhere. Bulma panics and scrambles to hide but there's so much dirt in the air she can't see an inch in front of her. The air is so thick that she coughs and chokes just to get a breath. Hoping it's just a malfunctioning machine that blew up somewhere in the camp she calms down for a second. If only she could hear the guns going off or the screams surrounding her but Bulma's ears were ringing from the explosion. The dirt cloud in the air begins to thin and the first thing that shows is blood. Blood and bodies. Terrified she leaps up and forces her legs faster than they can go toward the exit. Her lungs still filling with dirt cause her to have a violent couching fit. In that moment she closes her eyes. Worst mistake she could make. In that second of poor judgment her foot catches on something, her body falling hard to the ground. Taking a second to look back she see's her foot snagged on a shredded corpse. Limbs missing, organs laying out on the earth she never would have imagined to see. The horrific display before her caused her to let out a scream so deep from her gut, it could have caused her heart to stop. Trying to get up and away from the scene before her, someone notices Bulma. They race over and bash the hilt of their gun into the side of her head. In less than a second Bulma was unconscious.
"Wake up. Wake up. Hurry they're coming." A voice said. Bulma felt someone gently nudging her. Groggily Bulma sat up. Her head throbbing. The pain radiating to the rest of her body. She looked at the girl who kneeled beside her, terror filled her eyes. She realized she was in a cell, jail or dungeon she didn't know. There were at least seven other girls in there with her, with the same look in their eyes as well. They all clung to each other and started to tremble as four guards approached the door. They were saiyan guards. Bulma thought they looked like barbarians. She sneered at the egotistical looks on their faces. One of them marched in and grabbed the hair of one of the girls and dragged her out by it. The poor thing was screaming and trying to dig her nails into his hands, hoping he would let go but it was no use. Another grabbed Bulma by her wrists but she had enough strength to pull herself closer just enough to sink her teeth deep enough into his hand to draw blood. The taste of his blood sickened her but she bore her teeth in that much deeper giving her just a moment to spring up and dash away.
"Fucking bitch!" Screamed the guard as he dashed after her while the other's chuckled. As fatigued as Bulma already was she sprinted as fast as she could through the maze like dungeon. Her nose stung with the smell of piss and decay. As she turned a corner she met up with the vile saiyan. She swiftly turned around heading back the other way but this time he was too quick for her. He grabbed her ankle and slammed her tiny frame against the dungeon wall breaking her nose in the process. The crimson liquid streamed down her face as she lay on the floor. Bulma managed to muster up enough energy to get back up and and leap up on top of him. Wrapping one arm around his neck and used her free hand to gouge her fingernails into his eye socket. She held back vomit as her nail dug into the left eye enough to cause his eye to pop and ooze. Screaming in agony the guard grasped her arm and twisted her off, splintering it in the process. She laid on the filth covered floor sobbing and without any strength left.
"You cunt. You FUCKING CUNT! You're going to pay for this. Believe me, you will." He bellowed at her. He slammed his boot down onto her face fracturing her jaw. As Bulma spit out blood be started kicking her in the ribs as roughly as he could. Bulma tried to curl up but she just couldn't move anymore. As she drifted into unconsciousness he still beat her and he kept beating her through out the night.
Days later Bulma awoke. Her whole body throbbing in pain. She gritted her teeth and spat on the cell floor. Her mouth tasted foul. Metallic, like old blood. "Ugh. That asshole. I think he broke some of my ribs." Looking around the cell, she was alone this time. There were some putrid rags on the floor, which she could only assume was supposed to be a bed. A bucket was in the corner which made her stomach churn. It was apparently the 'potty'. Bugs were scattered around the tiny cell and the stench of blood and death stained the floor. As she looked around more she spotted another cell down the hall a bit. There was a lizard girl in there. Her eyes were bruised, crusted blood on her face and body. Rags for clothes. "Um, excuse me." Bulma spoke to her.
"Oh thank god you're awake. Do you know what we're doing here? What's going on? Oh please tell me." The lizard begged Bulma. Bulma could only shake her head and tell her that she absolutely no idea. She could only wonder herself. As the hours passed they talked about their lives before the world changed. The small chitchat seemed to bring their spirits up a little. Assumabley the lizard girl had been alone for the past year as well. Talking to someone in the dire situation did bring some comfort even though it wouldn't last for long. Soon enough a guard came to Bulma's cell. She didn't know what frightened her more. The thought of being beaten again, or wondering why he had such a big grin plastered on his disgusting face. "I can either drag you out or you can come willingly." He spoke. Not wanting to attain anymore injuries Bulma did what he said. He brought her to another cell but this one was much bigger. Unfortunately though it was more more putrid smelling.
The guards bent down and looked her in the face. His grin got even wider. "Do you know what today is?" He asked with a smirk in his voice. "n, n, no" Bulma stuttered. Her body was shaking with fear. He grabbed her hands and pinned them against the wall above her head. She struggled but with her body trying to heal she was simply to week to even be the slightest threat. He held her chin with his other hand. "Today my dear, is body inspection day." He spoke directly in front of her face, barely brushing against her. He dragged his slimy tongue along her cheek. Bulma winced and her eyes started to tear. "Body,...body inspection day?" she choked out. "Mmmhmm" He purred nipping at her neck. "And you've been a very naughty girl I've heard. I do believe you need some breaking in. Luckily that's my job."
Tears began streaming down Bulma's face. Her whole body was not only shaking at this point but trembling. Her knees began to buckle. "Oh god please. Please don't. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I won't try to run away again please!" She begged. "Just don't do that." She could only cry harder.
"Hahaha what? Oh don't tell me you're a virgin. Mmm this is going to be more fun than I thought. Don't worry hun,..After I'm done with you, you'll never want another." He dragged his nails down her shirt, shredding it with ease. The scraps of cloth fell to the ground. Bulma begged and pleaded but it only made him grin more. Her lips quivered as he sliced off the rest of her clothes. He dragged his hands along her body and put such a tight squeeze on her breast it put an immediate bruise. The visible pain sent a purr through him. He nuzzled up to her neck and bore his sharp teeth. Without warning he plunged them into her shoulder. Bulma cried out as blood flowed out of the gaping holes. This could only make him chuckle under his breath. For what seemed like an eternity to Bulma, he was practically torturing her. Clawing gouge marks into her tender skin, biting her nipples till they bled and covering her body in bruises. Bulma's knees fully buckled on her. She was only propped up because he still pinned her arms.
"Well don't you look yummy and see, you're so excited you can barely stand. Well, lets move you than. To a more appealing position anyway." He said thrilled. He laid Bulma on the floor stomach down and propped her knees up doggy style. He held her arms behind her back. Bulma couldn't help but cry even harder knowing what was coming. Her face was pressed against the floor and could swear the smell of terror was embedded into it. Before she knew it he thrust his swollen cock into her. Bulma screamed out. It felt like he was tearing her up inside. With every thrust the pain grew. It felt like he was entering her womb. It hurt so bad his dick might as well have been made of broken shards of glass. As rough as he was she tried so hard to hold back her tears and sobs. It seemed the more upset she became...the worse it was. It felt like it would never end. She tried so hard to think of other things but alas nothing helped. Bulma didn't know how long it continued for. She just ended up passing out.
Once again she awoke in cell. Her body was much more sore than what she remembered. "The lizard girl wasn't in her cell. Hopefully they aren't doing what they did to me." She thought. Bulma couldn't feel more miserable. She could only cry herself back to sleep.
This continued every day. Someone new would come get her, than they would beat and rape her. One of them said it was until her spirit was broken but she already felt that way. She only put up a front to them. She couldn't bare to let these animals know she's given up. Although no one has told her why she is here. Bulma could only wonder is this is why. Only to be abused and raped? How long would this continue for? She rather that the explosion had killed her than have this every day for the rest of her life or until they got sick of her.
-Months later-
Bulma woke up as usual expecting the daily treatment but unknown to her today was different. The guard came as usual but instead of the same cell where she was constantly abused, he took her to a much bigger room. Some other poor looking women were in there as well. He ordered her to stand up against the wall with the others. "They're all here." He spoke to another saiyan. All the girls got hosed down. Shivering from the freezing water they were all glad when a guard tossed them all slightly less filthy clothes. Bulma couldn't help but blush and try to keep herself covered as she changed. Which seemed quite unusual for her considering what's been happening to her for some time now. One would think it wouldn't matter to her anymore. Once they all clothed the guard ordered them all to line up. The girls scrambled to get into place. "When the king comes in you all WILL be respectful. Do not speak unless spoken to. Do not move from your spot unless you are told to. If you don't follow my orders what will be coming to you will make the past few months seem like it was bliss." He barked at them. This only made them all more nervous. "King?" Bulma wondered. "What would he want with us?"
A few moments passed and footsteps could be heard. Everyone turned their head to look as the door opened and in walked King Vegeta. Bulma couldn't help but stare at him. The experience in the dungeon made her loathe men but he was gorgeous. Six foot one, long black hair that defied gravity, a toned body. The thoughts that raced through her head turned her cheeks scarlet and made her bite down on her lip. "He looks a little cocky and arrogant though." She thought. He glanced at each one as he walked by. "Are these all of them?" Vegeta asked the guard. The guard got pretty nervous from the hint of agitation in King Vegeta's voice. "Yes sir." He replied.
"Ugh." Vegeta spoke. "These are pathetic excuses for women. Well let me have a look." He walked back down the line taking a much closer look at each one of them. He stopped in front of a short brunette. She was pretty mousy looking, quite timid too. "Woman. What were your duties before?" He said to her. Her eyes widened and looked up at him. "um,..um,.." she could barely speak above a whisper. "Now woman!" Vegeta barked at her. "I, I was a housewife sir." She spoke a little louder. "Good. You will be my new cleaning servant. The last one was a lazy fuck so you better really scrub. I'd hate for what happened to her, done to you." He chuckled.
A guard escorted her out of the room and off she disappeared. Vegeta went down the line of girls again looking them over one by one. One became a kitchen help, one the laundry so on and so forth. When he came to Bulma she didn't feel scared this time. She was hoping to be a gardener. At least that way she could be out in the sun all day. "Woman you will be my new mistress." He said to her. "Mistress?" Bulma spoke out. "BITCH!" Screamed a guard. "You were told not to speak unless spoken to!"
"It's alright." Vegeta said to him. He looked back at Bulma. "Well it looks like you have a little spirit that's good." He said smirking. "I like spirit. Makes things,.. more interesting. Mistress, sex slave, fuck toy, personal slut, etc. What ever you like to call it." Bulma gulped but she wasn't as frightened as she would have thought. He was very attractive. "Who knows he might be sweet...or romantic in bed." She thought. "This might not be so bad." Knowing she was just trying to be hopeful did help a little. Like the others, a guard came over and escorted her out of the room.
~End of chapter one~
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