DISCLAIMER:I don't own dragonball z...as much as I wish I did...I just don't. Akira, why sell it to funimation when you could have sold the rights to me?!?!?!?!
Author's Note: Hey ya'll, this is Videl621 here. To Fear Him or to Love Him is no longer my fic. I did write the chapter you are about to read, but from this point on it will be written by Kaiya. I have reviewed some of her work and I really like her style. I have complete confidence that she will turn this into one amazing fic!!! She is very talented and I know that she will take this fic where it was meant to go. But enough of me talking...here's chapter one.
~*~*~ Chapter One: Regretted Invitation ~*~*~
How stupid could I have been to invite Vegeta into my home??? Bulma...girl, what were you thinking?!? You're supposed to be a genius, yet you give an open invitation to not only a mass murderer who kills his own men, but to someone who gloats about the fact that he's a mass murderer. How am I going to get myself out of this one?
Bulma was sitting on the floor of her room leaning against her bed. She brought her fingers up to her temples and began rubbing them in circular motions, trying to stop the headache she could feel descending upon her. She sighed in frustration and got up from her place on the floor. She left her room and walked down the hall and into the bathroom. As she reached up to open the medicine cabinet wanting to rid herself on her growing headache, she stopped and stared at the person in the mirror before her. Her face was pale and her eyes were casting shadows beneath them. I look like such a mess. What is Vegeta doing to me? Oh if only I could get a decent night's rest... Shrugging off the thought she quickly opened the cabinet and reached for her bottle of aspirin. She quickly popped two in her mouth and proceeded to fill her hands with water to wash down the pills. As she replaced the medicine, she again caught sight of herself in the mirror. She felt horrible. She was tired, and cranky, and scared. She never did think before she spoke, and now it was to be her downfall. She willingly allowed someone into her house whose sole motive was to kill her and ever other "insufferable, pathetic weakling" who lived on planet earth. She quickly splashed some cold water on her face and walked back to her room.
As she walked, she glanced at the watch on her wrist. 2:37 am...Man, I really need to get some sleep. I wonder if dad has any more of those sleeping- Her inner thoughts were abruptly cut off as she walked into something hard as a rock. Then her face contorted with fear as she heard a deep-throated growl. Vegeta...oh crap, he's gonna kill me! "I'm sorry Veg-"
"You stupid wench! Watch where you're going...or next time, I'll have to kill you," he hissed in a rough voice barely above a whisper.
Bulma's face paled at the thought. The words he said sending shivers down her spine. Again she began mentally scolding herself for ever inviting Vegeta to live in her home. Had her sense of self-preservation just gone out the window? She couldn't understand why she had made such a rash decision threatening not only her life, but the lives of her loved ones as well.
Vegeta just smirked as he saw the horror fill her eyes. She feared him...he knew it, and she knew he knew it. And he loved every ounce of fear he caused that made her look the way she did. He had to admit, she wasn't half-bad to look at, but he just loved the way she cowered before him. She knew he could kill her in an instant, and he would...once he was through toying with her.
Again Vegeta hissed at Bulma, "Get out of my way!" Bulma tried her hardest to move, but her legs just would not obey her minds commands. She shivered with fear. Her legs were stiff and unresponsive. What am I going to do? If I don't move, he's going to get REALLY mad, move you stupid freaking legs!!! Vegeta quickly solved her problem as he roughly shoved her to the side and into the wall. She collapsed against it and fell on her knees. Not able to control herself, her top torso fell forward. So there she was kneeling on the ground with her head buried in her hands. As she heard the prince's evil chuckle reaching her ears, she glanced up at him.
"I see you've finally learned your place, woman! At my feet, worshipping me, right where you belong..." and with that said, Vegeta sneered at her and continued down the hall. Bulma stared after him until his figure disappeared down the stairs. She felt a silent anger fuming up in her, but her fear of Vegeta wouldn't allow her to vent it. She knew if she went off on him, he would go off on her, most likely killing her. So instead, Bulma unsteadily picked herself up off of the floor and slowly made her way back to her room. She crawled into her bed and under her covers. Before she fell into a deep and troubled sleep, she uttered a desperate prayer. Kami...help us all...
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Bulma awoke the next morning to the sound of her mother's soft knocking. She turned and looked at the clock on her nightstand...8:02am. Dang it! I have GOT to get myself a decent night's rest! She knew how persistent her mother was though.
"Bulma, dear! Breakfast is almost ready!!! Come on downstairs, okay?" Mrs. Briefs called through the closed door. Bulma got out of bed and began to dress. She carelessly grabbed a pair of overalls and a tight pink tank top, knowing she'd just be working in her lab anyway...at least until her date with Yamcha that night. As she sat at her vanity, she noticed large dark circles under her eyes. She shrugged and pulled out her make-up. The wonders of make-up...I'm sure someone down my genetic line must have created it, no one is as smart as the Briefs family. She grinned as she continued putting on her make-up. At her mother's call up the stairs, she quickly and carelessly brushed through her hair, scooping it up into a semi-messy ponytail. She ran out of her room and down the hall to the stairs. As she descended the stairs she could smell cooking sausage and bacon and eggs. She inhaled appreciatively. Her mother may have been a ditz, but she sure knew how to cook! As she came into the kitchen, she noticed a trayfull of food. She wondered about it briefly but dismissed it as quick as it came.
Upon noticing her daughter, Mrs. Briefs turned to her and gestured to the tray, "Oh dear, would you mind bringing that up to Vegeta? I don't think he was planning on coming down and surely that handsome young man must be hungry!" Bulma stared at her mother in disbelief.
"First of all, He is NOT handsome!!! Don't say that, yuck! And secondly, do you have a death wish for your only daughter??? You want me to invade Vegeta's territory just to bring him a tray of food? Let the freaking jerk come and get it himself! I'm not about to get myself killed trying to feed the jerk of a saiyan!" Bulma crossed her arms in determination.
"Bulma, don't be so stubborn, just do as your asked," she quietly admonished her.
"Well, what about me??? I'm hungry too you know! Why should he get to have nice hot food and I have to let mine get cold while I bring food up to the ungrateful jerk???" Bulma whined.
"Now Bulma, stop acting so childish. Didn't you notice I put your food on the tray as well. The young man surely wouldn't want to eat alone. You can keep him company. Plus, he's so handsome," Mrs. Briefs said grinning. To Bulma's horror, she noticed a much smaller portion of food on the large tray as well. What was her mother planning? She loved Yamcha!!! Surely her mother wasn't trying to hook her up with Vegeta...plus, he was a MURDERER...DUH! Bulma resolutely shook her head in defiance...no way was she going to eat with him. Not in this life!
"Fine, I'll bring the stupid monkey his food, but no way in hell am I eating with the jerk!" Bulma said stubbornly. She grabbed the tray and started upstairs. That jerk better be thankful...and he better not kill me.
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Vegeta was lying on the bed in his room. His stomach growled. He could smell the food cooking below, but there was no way he was going to eat with Bulma's stupid, ditzy mother. Plus, she was way too touchy feeling and flirty for his liking. He heard a tentative knock on his door. "Go Away!" he growled. There was a pause before he heard a soft, fearful voice.
"Okay, um...mom asked me to bring you some food...I'll just leave it here." He quickly opened the door before Bulma could leave. He planned on having fun during breakfast.
"Stop woman!" Bulma froze at the sound of his voice. She slowly turned around to face him.
"Now, you wouldn't want your guest to be lonely, would you? You will join me for breakfast," Vegeta said with an evil intent in his eyes.
Bulma panicked....she didn't think she'd be able to handle being in his room, or in his presence for that matter. He just sent fear coursing through her veins anytime she was near to him.
"Um, I can't. I was actually planning on eating in my room," she said quickly. She saw his eyes spark in anger.
He roughly grabbed her and drug her into his room, than grabbed the food and placed it on the bed. He shut his door and walked over standing before Bulma. He grabbed her by her throat and smirked as he saw her fear in her eyes. He could feel her pulse quickening from where his fingers held her neck in a vice like grip. He brought himself down the 3 inches he had on her so he could look into her eyes. His cold, dark, anger-filled eyes seemed to burn right through Bulma. "You will not defy me again! Now, I will tell you one more time, it is rude to not eat with your guests...you will eat here...understood?"
Bulma made a small motion to nod as her eyes began brimming with tears. She was so scared that her eyes were involuntarily watering. As he released her neck she rubbed her hands against him. Amazingly, he wasn't crushing her throat enough to choke her, but she was definitely going to have fingerprint bruises. Vegeta looked at her with evil, laughing eyes. He loved her fear. He fed off of it. He quickly sat down on his bed with some food and began devouring it. Bulma did the same, sitting on the floor. She amazingly flew through the eating process. She had agreed to eat with him, so she figured the only way to get her butt out of there was to eat as quickly as possible. Even though Bulma had a much smaller portion, Vegeta still finished before her. He just stared at her as she ate, with a hidden agenda in his eyes. She wanted to know what he was planning, but more importantly she wanted out of there. Three bites left...two...one...good. Now I can get out of this nightmare! Bulma quickly stood up heading towards the door to leave. Before she reached it, Vegeta appeared before her, effectively blocking her way.
"We have not yet had dessert. I never eat a meal without having some sort of dessert afterwards," Vegeta said, an evil grin filling his face.
Bulma stood looking at him with confusion masking her face. Then with horror she realized, her mother never sent up any dessert. It was uncommon to eat a dessert with a breakfast meal. She reluctantly looked up at him, knowing he would be upset when she told him. "Uh, Vegeta...my mom didn't send up any dessert with me," Bulma said. "I'm sorry...I can go get you some," she hastily added, not wanting him to get upset.
Vegeta just smirked at her. He looked her up and down, letting his eyes scan over every inch of her. Bulma didn't like the way he was looking at her. It was making her uncomfortable. As Vegeta took a step forward, she took one back. This pattern continued until Bulma felt herself up against a wall. She moved to go around him, but he brought up his arm effectively blocking her. She tried to go the other way, but he just brought the other arm up. She was trapped within his arms...and she was getting very nervous. Her heart was beating faster and faster. Vegeta brought his face down towards Bulma. Bulma never moved, she was frozen with fear. Vegeta's face was so close, she could feel his hot breath against her lips.
As he spoke, his lips brushed against hers. "I found my dessert..." he said huskily before roughly kissing her.
Bulma was beyond panic now, she was petrified. She squirmed and squirmed trying to get away from him. But he had locked her in an amazingly gentle, yet firm embrace. His hands were roaming up and down her sides while she was just pushing with all of her might against him. Oh Kami, please help me. Don't let him rape me...I don't want this...I never asked for this. She was shaking with fear and struggling with every ounce of energy in her.
Vegeta was grinning inside. He was having so much fun. He wasn't planning on doing anything with the woman aside from the kiss. But she was driving him wild. Her fear was pumping adrenaline through him. He was getting addicted to it. He could feel her struggling against him...her frail arms pushing against his solid rock chest. He could take her if he wanted...and right now he was really beginning to want it. But he knew if he took her against her will, he would have Goku on his butt in no time. He didn't have time to deal with him...so he was simply content to roughly invade her mouth with his tongue. His fingers roaming across her flesh, feeling her waist, her toned stomach, and her breasts. He was loving it...and only wanted more. He brought his hand up to her face to angle it in the direction he wanted to deepen the kiss. And he felt wetness on her cheeks. He grinned against her mouth. So she is crying due to her fear. He released her from his embrace but grabbed a handful of her hair. He turned her around so that her back was against his chest. He pulled her hair angling her face so that he could look into her eyes.
She could see the passion in his eyes and she feared for herself more every second. She closed her eyes not wanting to look into his. He tugged on her hair harder causing her to yelp in pain.
"Woman, open your eyes and look at me," Vegeta ordered.
Bulma did so, as tears cascaded down her cheeks. Vegeta smirked evilly and ran the hand not tangled in her hair along her neck. He trailed it down over her breasts and stopped it on her stomach. Bulma's skin was crawling with each touch. Vegeta just stared into her eyes. "You will fear me woman. Do not tell anyone of this. Yes, your little friend Goku could kill me for this, or try to...but I will make sure, before anything happens to me, that I will kill you first. So do not speak of this...we'll finish this later," Vegeta spoke in a dark, cold tone. Then he flicked his tongue against her neck and licked his lips. He released her and walked out of the room.
After he was gone, Bulma collapsed on the floor sobbing. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it would burst. She had just been sexually assaulted in her own home. The world itself was rotten enough with criminals running around. She had to do all she could to protect herself outside of her home...and yet here she was, fearing for her own life in the one place she should feel safe. Why was Vegeta doing this to her? She didn't understand it. Why couldn't he just let her mind her own business and live her life? Why torture her? Why did he force her to eat with him? Her body shook with the sobs. She felt dirty and used. And scared...very scared. What if Vegeta came after her again? What if he didn't stop that time? What would she do?
Bulma picked herself up off of the ground not wanting to spend anymore time in the room of Vegeta than was necessary. She quickly walked to the bathroom and took a shower. She stood under the water until it ran cold. Even then she did not remove herself from the shower. The cold water was beating down on her unmercifully...but she wanted nothing less. She wanted all signs of Vegeta washed from her body. She scrubbed at her neck and her lips violently wanting to rid the burning Vegeta had caused there. Finally she stepped out of the shower. She quickly dried herself off. She glanced at herself in the mirror. Her lips were swollen, mostly in part from her violent scrubbing of them, but they had been swollen from Vegeta's rough kiss before she even stepped foot into the shower. She could see a slight discoloration on her neck. No doubt, where bruises were appearing thanks to Vegeta's "oh so gentle" grip on her neck. Her eyes were filled with fear. Again tears began unwillingly filling her eyes until they brimmed over and slid down her soft, creamy flesh. She considered for a brief moment speaking to Yamcha about what had happened before remembering Vegeta's threat. One thing she knew is that Vegeta's threats were far from idle.
She quickly dried her waist long hair with the hair drier. She made a mental note to get it cut, that way Vegeta would have as much to grip. She decided she would do just that. She was supposed to be going out with Yamcha later that night. She glanced at her watch. It was 11:30. She hadn't realized she had spent so much time in Vegeta's room and then in the shower. So much for working in her lab today. Oh well, she was supposed to be meeting Yamcha at 6 that night. She decided to quickly dress. She grabbed a pair of low-rise, faded blue jeans and a tight black tank top. She threw on a pair of black thong sandals and she was ready to go. She went downstairs checking thoroughly for any signs of Vegeta. So far, so good. She went into the kitchen to get a light snack before she headed into town. As she went and stood by the fridge, she glanced out the window. The GR was up and running meaning she was safe from Vegeta. Thank Kami...at least I won't have to deal with him anymore today if I'm lucky. She opened the fridge and grabbed an apple. As she bit into the crisp flesh of the apple, her spirits somewhat brightened. She quickly finished it and went outside. She threw a capsule into the road containing a beautiful black Mustang Convertible. Since the day outside was so beautiful, she decided to drive with the top down. Plus, she loved the idea of her soon to be short hair flying about her face. Until it got cut though, it would be too much of a hassle to let it fly. So she reluctantly scooped up her long hair and put it in a ponytail. Then she got in her car and floored it to town. As she drove she kept thinking of her encounter with Vegeta....she was really beginning to regret her open invitation to him...
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Vegeta was in his gravity room training. He was having a hard time focusing on it though. That woman's scent was all over him. He was surprised to find out he liked it. He loved to see the fear in her eyes...it turned him on even more than the plain sight of her. He briefly considered killing off the stupid weakling she called her boyfriend and kidnapping her, fleeing the planet. But he knew that with Goku and his instant transmission, he'd find them in no time. He didn't want to risk that....not until he was stronger. He was no idiot...sure, he had his pride and would never openly admit to Goku's superior strength. But there was no way he would goad him into a fight before he felt he had achieved strength that surpassed Goku's.
But man, Vegeta could not shake the image of Bulma. He wanted her...she didn't know it...but he did. Well, provided he could keep her in fear, he could do what he wanted to without worrying about people finding out. She wouldn't tell a soul if she knew he would kill her. Vegeta grinned at the thought and resumed his training. In his mind, ideas of what to do during his next encounter with the blue-haired woman. What to do...to make her fear him more...
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Well, thanks for hanging around...and make sure you come back to see where Kaiya takes this baby! Just because I leave, this fic will not end. Make sure to give Kaiya as many awesome reviews and as much encouragement as you gave me...and I'll cya'll later!!! Take care and have fun! It's been great and ya'll are the best!!! Much Love!
~Videl621
A little note from the new author. First and foremost, I would like to humbly thank Videl624 for allowing me the chance to finish this wonderful fic. I only hope that this will continue in the right direction. I am sorry that I could not have another chapter to go up with the switch at the moment. I will hopefully have the next one up soon, since I have so many ideas for this running through my head. Again thanks for your patience.
~Kaiya
Author's Note: Hey ya'll, this is Videl621 here. To Fear Him or to Love Him is no longer my fic. I did write the chapter you are about to read, but from this point on it will be written by Kaiya. I have reviewed some of her work and I really like her style. I have complete confidence that she will turn this into one amazing fic!!! She is very talented and I know that she will take this fic where it was meant to go. But enough of me talking...here's chapter one.
How stupid could I have been to invite Vegeta into my home??? Bulma...girl, what were you thinking?!? You're supposed to be a genius, yet you give an open invitation to not only a mass murderer who kills his own men, but to someone who gloats about the fact that he's a mass murderer. How am I going to get myself out of this one?
Bulma was sitting on the floor of her room leaning against her bed. She brought her fingers up to her temples and began rubbing them in circular motions, trying to stop the headache she could feel descending upon her. She sighed in frustration and got up from her place on the floor. She left her room and walked down the hall and into the bathroom. As she reached up to open the medicine cabinet wanting to rid herself on her growing headache, she stopped and stared at the person in the mirror before her. Her face was pale and her eyes were casting shadows beneath them. I look like such a mess. What is Vegeta doing to me? Oh if only I could get a decent night's rest... Shrugging off the thought she quickly opened the cabinet and reached for her bottle of aspirin. She quickly popped two in her mouth and proceeded to fill her hands with water to wash down the pills. As she replaced the medicine, she again caught sight of herself in the mirror. She felt horrible. She was tired, and cranky, and scared. She never did think before she spoke, and now it was to be her downfall. She willingly allowed someone into her house whose sole motive was to kill her and ever other "insufferable, pathetic weakling" who lived on planet earth. She quickly splashed some cold water on her face and walked back to her room.
As she walked, she glanced at the watch on her wrist. 2:37 am...Man, I really need to get some sleep. I wonder if dad has any more of those sleeping- Her inner thoughts were abruptly cut off as she walked into something hard as a rock. Then her face contorted with fear as she heard a deep-throated growl. Vegeta...oh crap, he's gonna kill me! "I'm sorry Veg-"
"You stupid wench! Watch where you're going...or next time, I'll have to kill you," he hissed in a rough voice barely above a whisper.
Bulma's face paled at the thought. The words he said sending shivers down her spine. Again she began mentally scolding herself for ever inviting Vegeta to live in her home. Had her sense of self-preservation just gone out the window? She couldn't understand why she had made such a rash decision threatening not only her life, but the lives of her loved ones as well.
Vegeta just smirked as he saw the horror fill her eyes. She feared him...he knew it, and she knew he knew it. And he loved every ounce of fear he caused that made her look the way she did. He had to admit, she wasn't half-bad to look at, but he just loved the way she cowered before him. She knew he could kill her in an instant, and he would...once he was through toying with her.
Again Vegeta hissed at Bulma, "Get out of my way!" Bulma tried her hardest to move, but her legs just would not obey her minds commands. She shivered with fear. Her legs were stiff and unresponsive. What am I going to do? If I don't move, he's going to get REALLY mad, move you stupid freaking legs!!! Vegeta quickly solved her problem as he roughly shoved her to the side and into the wall. She collapsed against it and fell on her knees. Not able to control herself, her top torso fell forward. So there she was kneeling on the ground with her head buried in her hands. As she heard the prince's evil chuckle reaching her ears, she glanced up at him.
"I see you've finally learned your place, woman! At my feet, worshipping me, right where you belong..." and with that said, Vegeta sneered at her and continued down the hall. Bulma stared after him until his figure disappeared down the stairs. She felt a silent anger fuming up in her, but her fear of Vegeta wouldn't allow her to vent it. She knew if she went off on him, he would go off on her, most likely killing her. So instead, Bulma unsteadily picked herself up off of the floor and slowly made her way back to her room. She crawled into her bed and under her covers. Before she fell into a deep and troubled sleep, she uttered a desperate prayer. Kami...help us all...
Bulma awoke the next morning to the sound of her mother's soft knocking. She turned and looked at the clock on her nightstand...8:02am. Dang it! I have GOT to get myself a decent night's rest! She knew how persistent her mother was though.
"Bulma, dear! Breakfast is almost ready!!! Come on downstairs, okay?" Mrs. Briefs called through the closed door. Bulma got out of bed and began to dress. She carelessly grabbed a pair of overalls and a tight pink tank top, knowing she'd just be working in her lab anyway...at least until her date with Yamcha that night. As she sat at her vanity, she noticed large dark circles under her eyes. She shrugged and pulled out her make-up. The wonders of make-up...I'm sure someone down my genetic line must have created it, no one is as smart as the Briefs family. She grinned as she continued putting on her make-up. At her mother's call up the stairs, she quickly and carelessly brushed through her hair, scooping it up into a semi-messy ponytail. She ran out of her room and down the hall to the stairs. As she descended the stairs she could smell cooking sausage and bacon and eggs. She inhaled appreciatively. Her mother may have been a ditz, but she sure knew how to cook! As she came into the kitchen, she noticed a trayfull of food. She wondered about it briefly but dismissed it as quick as it came.
Upon noticing her daughter, Mrs. Briefs turned to her and gestured to the tray, "Oh dear, would you mind bringing that up to Vegeta? I don't think he was planning on coming down and surely that handsome young man must be hungry!" Bulma stared at her mother in disbelief.
"First of all, He is NOT handsome!!! Don't say that, yuck! And secondly, do you have a death wish for your only daughter??? You want me to invade Vegeta's territory just to bring him a tray of food? Let the freaking jerk come and get it himself! I'm not about to get myself killed trying to feed the jerk of a saiyan!" Bulma crossed her arms in determination.
"Bulma, don't be so stubborn, just do as your asked," she quietly admonished her.
"Well, what about me??? I'm hungry too you know! Why should he get to have nice hot food and I have to let mine get cold while I bring food up to the ungrateful jerk???" Bulma whined.
"Now Bulma, stop acting so childish. Didn't you notice I put your food on the tray as well. The young man surely wouldn't want to eat alone. You can keep him company. Plus, he's so handsome," Mrs. Briefs said grinning. To Bulma's horror, she noticed a much smaller portion of food on the large tray as well. What was her mother planning? She loved Yamcha!!! Surely her mother wasn't trying to hook her up with Vegeta...plus, he was a MURDERER...DUH! Bulma resolutely shook her head in defiance...no way was she going to eat with him. Not in this life!
"Fine, I'll bring the stupid monkey his food, but no way in hell am I eating with the jerk!" Bulma said stubbornly. She grabbed the tray and started upstairs. That jerk better be thankful...and he better not kill me.
Vegeta was lying on the bed in his room. His stomach growled. He could smell the food cooking below, but there was no way he was going to eat with Bulma's stupid, ditzy mother. Plus, she was way too touchy feeling and flirty for his liking. He heard a tentative knock on his door. "Go Away!" he growled. There was a pause before he heard a soft, fearful voice.
"Okay, um...mom asked me to bring you some food...I'll just leave it here." He quickly opened the door before Bulma could leave. He planned on having fun during breakfast.
"Stop woman!" Bulma froze at the sound of his voice. She slowly turned around to face him.
"Now, you wouldn't want your guest to be lonely, would you? You will join me for breakfast," Vegeta said with an evil intent in his eyes.
Bulma panicked....she didn't think she'd be able to handle being in his room, or in his presence for that matter. He just sent fear coursing through her veins anytime she was near to him.
"Um, I can't. I was actually planning on eating in my room," she said quickly. She saw his eyes spark in anger.
He roughly grabbed her and drug her into his room, than grabbed the food and placed it on the bed. He shut his door and walked over standing before Bulma. He grabbed her by her throat and smirked as he saw her fear in her eyes. He could feel her pulse quickening from where his fingers held her neck in a vice like grip. He brought himself down the 3 inches he had on her so he could look into her eyes. His cold, dark, anger-filled eyes seemed to burn right through Bulma. "You will not defy me again! Now, I will tell you one more time, it is rude to not eat with your guests...you will eat here...understood?"
Bulma made a small motion to nod as her eyes began brimming with tears. She was so scared that her eyes were involuntarily watering. As he released her neck she rubbed her hands against him. Amazingly, he wasn't crushing her throat enough to choke her, but she was definitely going to have fingerprint bruises. Vegeta looked at her with evil, laughing eyes. He loved her fear. He fed off of it. He quickly sat down on his bed with some food and began devouring it. Bulma did the same, sitting on the floor. She amazingly flew through the eating process. She had agreed to eat with him, so she figured the only way to get her butt out of there was to eat as quickly as possible. Even though Bulma had a much smaller portion, Vegeta still finished before her. He just stared at her as she ate, with a hidden agenda in his eyes. She wanted to know what he was planning, but more importantly she wanted out of there. Three bites left...two...one...good. Now I can get out of this nightmare! Bulma quickly stood up heading towards the door to leave. Before she reached it, Vegeta appeared before her, effectively blocking her way.
"We have not yet had dessert. I never eat a meal without having some sort of dessert afterwards," Vegeta said, an evil grin filling his face.
Bulma stood looking at him with confusion masking her face. Then with horror she realized, her mother never sent up any dessert. It was uncommon to eat a dessert with a breakfast meal. She reluctantly looked up at him, knowing he would be upset when she told him. "Uh, Vegeta...my mom didn't send up any dessert with me," Bulma said. "I'm sorry...I can go get you some," she hastily added, not wanting him to get upset.
Vegeta just smirked at her. He looked her up and down, letting his eyes scan over every inch of her. Bulma didn't like the way he was looking at her. It was making her uncomfortable. As Vegeta took a step forward, she took one back. This pattern continued until Bulma felt herself up against a wall. She moved to go around him, but he brought up his arm effectively blocking her. She tried to go the other way, but he just brought the other arm up. She was trapped within his arms...and she was getting very nervous. Her heart was beating faster and faster. Vegeta brought his face down towards Bulma. Bulma never moved, she was frozen with fear. Vegeta's face was so close, she could feel his hot breath against her lips.
As he spoke, his lips brushed against hers. "I found my dessert..." he said huskily before roughly kissing her.
Bulma was beyond panic now, she was petrified. She squirmed and squirmed trying to get away from him. But he had locked her in an amazingly gentle, yet firm embrace. His hands were roaming up and down her sides while she was just pushing with all of her might against him. Oh Kami, please help me. Don't let him rape me...I don't want this...I never asked for this. She was shaking with fear and struggling with every ounce of energy in her.
Vegeta was grinning inside. He was having so much fun. He wasn't planning on doing anything with the woman aside from the kiss. But she was driving him wild. Her fear was pumping adrenaline through him. He was getting addicted to it. He could feel her struggling against him...her frail arms pushing against his solid rock chest. He could take her if he wanted...and right now he was really beginning to want it. But he knew if he took her against her will, he would have Goku on his butt in no time. He didn't have time to deal with him...so he was simply content to roughly invade her mouth with his tongue. His fingers roaming across her flesh, feeling her waist, her toned stomach, and her breasts. He was loving it...and only wanted more. He brought his hand up to her face to angle it in the direction he wanted to deepen the kiss. And he felt wetness on her cheeks. He grinned against her mouth. So she is crying due to her fear. He released her from his embrace but grabbed a handful of her hair. He turned her around so that her back was against his chest. He pulled her hair angling her face so that he could look into her eyes.
She could see the passion in his eyes and she feared for herself more every second. She closed her eyes not wanting to look into his. He tugged on her hair harder causing her to yelp in pain.
"Woman, open your eyes and look at me," Vegeta ordered.
Bulma did so, as tears cascaded down her cheeks. Vegeta smirked evilly and ran the hand not tangled in her hair along her neck. He trailed it down over her breasts and stopped it on her stomach. Bulma's skin was crawling with each touch. Vegeta just stared into her eyes. "You will fear me woman. Do not tell anyone of this. Yes, your little friend Goku could kill me for this, or try to...but I will make sure, before anything happens to me, that I will kill you first. So do not speak of this...we'll finish this later," Vegeta spoke in a dark, cold tone. Then he flicked his tongue against her neck and licked his lips. He released her and walked out of the room.
After he was gone, Bulma collapsed on the floor sobbing. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it would burst. She had just been sexually assaulted in her own home. The world itself was rotten enough with criminals running around. She had to do all she could to protect herself outside of her home...and yet here she was, fearing for her own life in the one place she should feel safe. Why was Vegeta doing this to her? She didn't understand it. Why couldn't he just let her mind her own business and live her life? Why torture her? Why did he force her to eat with him? Her body shook with the sobs. She felt dirty and used. And scared...very scared. What if Vegeta came after her again? What if he didn't stop that time? What would she do?
Bulma picked herself up off of the ground not wanting to spend anymore time in the room of Vegeta than was necessary. She quickly walked to the bathroom and took a shower. She stood under the water until it ran cold. Even then she did not remove herself from the shower. The cold water was beating down on her unmercifully...but she wanted nothing less. She wanted all signs of Vegeta washed from her body. She scrubbed at her neck and her lips violently wanting to rid the burning Vegeta had caused there. Finally she stepped out of the shower. She quickly dried herself off. She glanced at herself in the mirror. Her lips were swollen, mostly in part from her violent scrubbing of them, but they had been swollen from Vegeta's rough kiss before she even stepped foot into the shower. She could see a slight discoloration on her neck. No doubt, where bruises were appearing thanks to Vegeta's "oh so gentle" grip on her neck. Her eyes were filled with fear. Again tears began unwillingly filling her eyes until they brimmed over and slid down her soft, creamy flesh. She considered for a brief moment speaking to Yamcha about what had happened before remembering Vegeta's threat. One thing she knew is that Vegeta's threats were far from idle.
She quickly dried her waist long hair with the hair drier. She made a mental note to get it cut, that way Vegeta would have as much to grip. She decided she would do just that. She was supposed to be going out with Yamcha later that night. She glanced at her watch. It was 11:30. She hadn't realized she had spent so much time in Vegeta's room and then in the shower. So much for working in her lab today. Oh well, she was supposed to be meeting Yamcha at 6 that night. She decided to quickly dress. She grabbed a pair of low-rise, faded blue jeans and a tight black tank top. She threw on a pair of black thong sandals and she was ready to go. She went downstairs checking thoroughly for any signs of Vegeta. So far, so good. She went into the kitchen to get a light snack before she headed into town. As she went and stood by the fridge, she glanced out the window. The GR was up and running meaning she was safe from Vegeta. Thank Kami...at least I won't have to deal with him anymore today if I'm lucky. She opened the fridge and grabbed an apple. As she bit into the crisp flesh of the apple, her spirits somewhat brightened. She quickly finished it and went outside. She threw a capsule into the road containing a beautiful black Mustang Convertible. Since the day outside was so beautiful, she decided to drive with the top down. Plus, she loved the idea of her soon to be short hair flying about her face. Until it got cut though, it would be too much of a hassle to let it fly. So she reluctantly scooped up her long hair and put it in a ponytail. Then she got in her car and floored it to town. As she drove she kept thinking of her encounter with Vegeta....she was really beginning to regret her open invitation to him...
Vegeta was in his gravity room training. He was having a hard time focusing on it though. That woman's scent was all over him. He was surprised to find out he liked it. He loved to see the fear in her eyes...it turned him on even more than the plain sight of her. He briefly considered killing off the stupid weakling she called her boyfriend and kidnapping her, fleeing the planet. But he knew that with Goku and his instant transmission, he'd find them in no time. He didn't want to risk that....not until he was stronger. He was no idiot...sure, he had his pride and would never openly admit to Goku's superior strength. But there was no way he would goad him into a fight before he felt he had achieved strength that surpassed Goku's.
But man, Vegeta could not shake the image of Bulma. He wanted her...she didn't know it...but he did. Well, provided he could keep her in fear, he could do what he wanted to without worrying about people finding out. She wouldn't tell a soul if she knew he would kill her. Vegeta grinned at the thought and resumed his training. In his mind, ideas of what to do during his next encounter with the blue-haired woman. What to do...to make her fear him more...
Well, thanks for hanging around...and make sure you come back to see where Kaiya takes this baby! Just because I leave, this fic will not end. Make sure to give Kaiya as many awesome reviews and as much encouragement as you gave me...and I'll cya'll later!!! Take care and have fun! It's been great and ya'll are the best!!! Much Love!
A little note from the new author. First and foremost, I would like to humbly thank Videl624 for allowing me the chance to finish this wonderful fic. I only hope that this will continue in the right direction. I am sorry that I could not have another chapter to go up with the switch at the moment. I will hopefully have the next one up soon, since I have so many ideas for this running through my head. Again thanks for your patience.