.To trust again:::…
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DBZ belongs to Akria Toriyama
Symbols:
"….." = Talking
*…..* = Thinking
[…..] = Author's note
Prologue ~~ Our season went by
You called up late
Said you wanted to talk
I was afraid
Cause you spoke so softly
You took my hand
Slowly started to cry
I can't understand
Why our season went by
You turned away
Slowly opened the door
Said you could not stay
You couldn't take it no more
It started to rain
Tears kept falling from the sky
It did not stop the pain
Bulma wiped away her tears as she walked down the street, a slight fog forming around her as a cold wind started tugging at her hair. She wasn't really paying much attention to it though, her break-up with Yumcha was still very much on her mind as night's darkness started to creep through the streets. Things had been a little shifty between the couple for a few weeks now but the blue haired genius had continued to tell herself she was just being paranoid, trusting her spouse would never cheat on her. How wrong she was…
She sighed and closed her jacket tightly to keep the rain from coming in, wondering if she had done the right thing. At first it had seemed he was the one for her, but then it all started to change. He began seeing other girls, she would catch him lying just to get out of meeting her, not to mention that strange message she'd once found on his answering machine.
She growled to herself as she shook the thoughts from her head, why did she have to park the car so far from that bastards house. She did that almost every time she went to visit him, his building was surrounded by little parks and such and she always enjoyed walking through them, she always had Yumcha to walk her back to her car anyway. Too bad she hadn't predicted this night's events before she parked it a mile away from the guy's apartment!
Just as she passed the last piece of fence on her way, indicating the last piece of park was behind her, raindrops started to fall from the sky. *great, just my luck* she thought grimly but kept on going anyway since she hadn't bothered to take a spare capsule with her.
-(~~*~~)-
Vegeta swallowed the last bite of his midnight snack and leaned back in the kitchen chair with a slight sigh. He looked up at the ceiling and wondered what to do, he had been having those really annoying nightmares again so sleeping was out of the question. He didn't feel like training either which was probably a first for him. With a grunt he stood up and walked out of the door, slamming it shut behind him, not even caring if the Briefs' could wake up.
-(~~*~~)-
Bulma rounded a corner, hoping the black clouds above would pass over soon but the rain only started to poor down harder *Just a little further* she thought, her car was parked just one street away. She started walking a little faster, trying her best to block out all thought involving Yumcha, when she suddenly stopped her quick pace.
The street in front of her, the last street she had to cross to get to her goal, was completely shrouded in a thick, black shadow. This part of the city was known as a particularly poor area and pretty much all of the streetlights where broken, smashed by rocks, bullets and kami knows what else.
She hesitated, she didn't feel like going the other way to her car, it was much longer and it was too cold and wet to take such a long way when she could easily take a short-cut. She sighed, what was the worse that could happen?
She continued walking. It was unusually quit, no baby's crying their eyes out, no dogs barking, no couples arguing, no glass breaking, nothing at all and it was quite unnerving. There was absolutely no sound coming from the houses that she passed, all dark and looming over her like they could crumble and crush her any minute, causing a shudder to run across the woman's back.
After a couple of minutes, a slight frown started to form on Bulma's face, was there someone in front of her or was she imagining things? She pulled some wet strands of hair out of her vision and immediately froze, there was someone there..
She strained her eyes to see more but it was no use. All she could tell was that it was a man, judging from his build. A knot formed in her stomach as he suddenly started walking up to her, continuing until he was just a few feet away from her and she could see him quite clearly.
"Hi there miss, are you lost?" he asked with a smile that just couldn't be real. He had long, black hair, tied back in an untidy bun. He was also wearing a leather jacket, it's surface reflecting what little light there was. Bulma hastily shook her head. She wasn't sure what to do as she clutched her purse tightly to her wet jacket, trying to ignore the dreadful feeling that was creeping up on her.
She suddenly heard a soft chuckle behind her and spun around, there was another man right behind her. The dark feeling in her gut seemed to double as he too, walked up to her until she could see his face, distorted into an evil grin.
"Well, What have we got here?" The second man asked, he was clearly a lot stronger than the first one.
"What's a nice lady like you doing at a place like this?" he continued and Bulma could hear the other man laugh loudly at the poor joke.
They both walked up closer to Bulma with smirks on their faces, she was getting really scared by now. "W..what do you want?" The scared woman asked and backed away towards the buildings to her right.
"You want money? Here." she said and held out her purse in a shaking hand. The first man slapped it away "We don't want your damn money, what we want is a little more….. satisfying..." A terrible feeling rushed though Bulma's body and she backed up further as the man closed in on her even more, his cruel laugh echoing through her head.
Without a single warning the man roughly pushed her back, causing Bulma to let out a surprised shout. She had expected to smash into one of the houses that lined the street but instead, she fell down onto the moist ground. The man had pushed her into an alley which she hadn't even seen before because of the darkness.
Bulma winched as she tried to get up, the man hadn't gone easy on her, she realized, as she felt a strong stinging on the back of her arms and head which had crashed onto the bricks scattered across the ground. She looked up and saw the first man approach her, the other stayed in the entrance of the ally. Bulma gulped and stood up on shaky legs, backing away from the smiling man who just closed in on her until she couldn't go back anymore. It was a dead end.
She looked at the man, an evil grin forming on his lips. Bulma's mind raced like it never had, thoughts running around like crazy, every possible solution being presented to her by her logical brain, yet she was too petrified to even consider actually acting on any of this. She had to get away. What was he going to do? Why her?
The man continued and didn't stop until he was pressed up against her, her eyes widening in shock of what was clearly inevitable. Her mind suddenly went blank as he reached up and grabbed her face, bringing it to his and capturing her mouth in a rough, unpassionate kiss. Bulma felt his tongue enter through her lips against her will and she could taste her own blood starting to flow as he roamed her mouth, breaking the soft skin of her lips.
Then she couldn't take in anymore and in a blinded fit of rage she threw her leg up, striking whatever was in reach with as much force as she could master. The man roared and staggered back, holding his crotch with an extremely pained look on his face, tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes.
"Need some help" the other man screamed, watching the two from a distance.
"No, I've got everything under control, you'll get your turn. Just be patient." the man grunted a second later and backhanded Bulma across the face. The onna yelped and was swung aside by the force of the blow, sliding to a halt and landing in a dirty puddle of moisture, together with the gravel creating a very painful landing.
She grimaced as she heard a sickening crack and felt a rush of pain tearing through her arm. She didn't get much time to do anything about it, though, as the man growled and climbed on top of her. His one hand went around her neck, almost chocking her to death with his strong fingers. Bulma struggled to breath, clasping his hand with her own in a desperate attempt to decrease the pressure on her windpipe.
She felt his other hand tear open her top and he grabbed her breasts painfully rough. She whimpered, this couldn't happen to her. She gasped when felt something hard press against her leg and a hand snaking up her skirt, a single tear slid down her cheek just to go unnoticed by her aggressive assailant.
Author's note ~~ =^¬.¬^=
Oh my...the angst.... Maybe I should have rated it higher...you tell me! Anyway, prologue is now officially finished and rewritten! I really hope you all like it, I'll be posting the rewritten chapter 1 soon