Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z. And apparently I have to write this because otherwise Akira Toriyama would spend money and time trying to hunt me down. (Notice the sarcasm?)
Ok, so first: this is a dark fic. And even though it's not M rated, it's defiantly T+. Also, this isn't for Yamcha lovers. I usually don't write Yamcha like this, because I find it unrealistic; I mean, I hate him, but I couldn't see him as a rapist or something. And they stayed friends. If Yamcha raped her or something, they'd hardly be friends. But I wanted to do this, so I made Yamcha OOC. Alright, now that that's over with, we can begin the story:
Yamcha slammed his drink down on the table. He was angry, no, he was FURIOUS!
Who does that Saiyan think he is (A.N: the prince of all saiyans, dumbass)?
Bulma was attracted to Vegeta, anyone with eyes could see that. What gave Vegeta the right to obliviously seduce HIS girlfriend!
And what if Bulma actually fell in love with Vegeta? Yamcha gritted his teeth at that thought.
Yes, Yamcha was pissed.
And he needed to do something about it.
Bulma put the last tool in her tool box and snapped it shut. She wiped the sweat off her brow and let out a sigh of content; the day was done and now she could relax.
As she was about to leave, the lab door opened and Yamcha stumbled inside. Bulma detected a strong smell from Yamcha; he had been drinking.
"Hello Yamcha." She said pleasantly, trying to mask her fear. "Is there something I can do for you?"
Yamcha smiled, but it wasn't his usual happy grin; it was dark and twisted and it scared the shit out of Bulma. "Yes, I believe there is." He said quietly, his voice surprisingly stable for a drunk.
Then, with no warning, he was in front of Bulma, slamming her against the wall. "What are you doing!" She shouted, no longer able to mask her fear.
He chuckled. "I'm doing something I should have done a long time ago." He whispered, his face inches from hers.
That was when it began.
He slapped her, hard, and Bulma felt the pain hit her like a brick. She let out a gasp of pain and surprise and Yamcha chuckled darkly; right now, her pain was his pleasure.
He pulled his fist back and slammed it into her stomach. He moved away from her as she fell to the floor, coughing up blood.
She looked up at him. "Yamcha…why?" She forced out, her voice cracking, pain and betrayal in her eyes.
He grabbed her by her hair and she shrieked in pain. Her face held close to his, he smirked that dark grin again. "Because you betrayed me."
He kneed her in the stomach and she fell to the ground with a soft whimper of pain.
As she floated in and out of consciousness, she thought one word: help!
Vegeta stopped training for a moment, a frown on his face.
He had heard the sounds of yelling from the woman and the weakling. He just assumed they were fighting like usual. But the woman's shouting turned into cries of pain.
And then he heard nothing.
It troubled him greatly. He turned the gravity room off and opened the door. He had decided to go investigate.
He opened the lab door and a horrifying sight awaited him: Bulma lay on the ground, broken, bleeding and naked, her eyes missing their usual light. The blood seeped into her hair and the beautiful blue color was tainted red.
Vegeta was shocked; he hated the weakling, but he thought the weakling loved the woman. He never thought the weakling would actually hurt her, especially like this.
Well, all that aside, he needed to get the woman healing or she would die. He gingerly picked her up and carried her bridal style.
He kicked the door open. Mrs. Briefs looked up from her magazine and smiled. "Hello, Vegeta. How-?" But then she saw Bulma and her eyes widened. "Oh god, Bulma! Oh god, she needs medical attention!"
She turned around and ran to the medical room, Vegeta right behind her.
Bulma's eyes fluttered open as the faded sunlight shone in her eyes. She sat up and immediately regretted it; she yelped softly in pain and fell back on the bed.
It was then that she looked at her surroundings; a bed with white sheets, medical machines, a window, and a floor with light blue tile. She was in the medical room. But why….?
That's when the memory hit her; Yamcha hitting her, touching her, an evil smile on his face the whole time. She felt tears well up in her eyes.
Then, the door opened and her mom dashed inside. "Oh Bulma, are you alright? Oh, of course you're not, oh my poor baby!" Bulma watched in disbelief as her mom sobbed; she had never seen her mom unhappy.
She heard the sound of footsteps and looked at the other person entering. Vegeta? Now she was really confused.
"Harpy." He said, looking at her mom. "I need to speak to the woman alone."
Her mom nodded. Still sobbing, she turned around and left the room, gently closing the door behind her.
Vegeta sat down on a wooden chair near her bed and stared at her. Bulma stared back, still in a state of disbelief.
Since when did Vegeta start caring about her well-being? He didn't like her; hell, he HATED her. So then, why…?
"Woman." Said Vegeta firmly, jolting Bulma out of her thoughts. "What did he do to you?"
Will Bulma answer the question? Will Vegeta avenge her? Find out next chapter! Don't forget to review!