A/N: Alright so I admit it, I've been writing some pretty lame fics lately. Normally I'm just in love with such dark fics. Kind of like my story Prince. But life has its ups and downs, and writing some funny stories has cheered me up some :)

So now with another dark fic. Now just for as of right now, this will not be like my drunken and confused Vegeta stories. He will his true self, in another timeline, in another universe, in another life. Bulma, will not be the strong will powered woman that we know of from the series. She will be broken, tamed, and used.

Summary: Plague has ridden most of the the Earth of the humans. The one's who have survived are weak, hungry, and live day to day in suffering. Vegeta a dark lord who makes his money from bounties, riding from city to city killing people. Man or woman. Bulma is a seventeen year old girl who took over her uncle's farm in her village. She is alone, the last of her family dying off from the plague. So far she has been immune to the virus, and so has Lord Vegeta. When they meet, he takes her to have her as his slave. Every Lord needs his pleasure in some dark times.

IMPORTANT! This will have the mention of rape. If this upsets you, I am sorry. Also like I said. Bulma will be OOC. Vegeta will be more cruel, violent, and demanding. There's no attachments when the world is ending.

Enjoy!

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Bulma's POV.

Pulling out the weeds from the dried up garden was annoying. But it had to be done, my father and uncle would always tell me. The weeds sucked the life out of our crops. Draining them dry. My lip started to quiver, instinct took over as I bit down into it, drawing blood. My father never wanted me to cry, he hated seeing my tears. But it was hard not to cry. It was just so damn hard not to. The world was falling apart, villages have just completely died out. Resources are harder and harder to find.

There hasn't been a rainstorm in months. Blood dripped from my chin. Clenching my eyes shut, and grabbing on aching knees with my hands, digging my dirty fingernails into my bare skin. Everyone was gone. I had to bury my last family member this morning. My little three year old brother, Goku. He was buried in between my mother and father, and my uncle was next to my father. They were all under the big apple tree.

The same apple tree that hasn't given any fruit since the plague started. The smartest people in our village thought the plague had mutated somehow. effecting everything, animals, humans, and even the plants. And it was true. Our herd of cattle just dropped one by one, just like my family did. Then my family's crops had started to die. But that also is because of the rain we haven't received in over months.

Finding strength in myself, I opened up my eyes an let go of my legs. I was going to have bruises later. I bent over, on my hands and knees and started to pluck the dried plants out. It didn't matter if I did or not. Everything was dead. But I did it anyways, I had nothing else to do. My stomach growled. Feeling my lip starting to quiver again, I gave up on pulling the weeds out.

Standing up and stretching my weakened body, everything was so sore. Knowing that I haven't eaten in about three days, trying to save all the food for Goku. But that didn't matter now. Nothing did. Angry with life, feeling cursed; I had to watch my family die off. One by one. And I couldn't save them. My mom was the first to die, then my father. My uncle lasted a bit more, but on his deathbed he made me promise to take care of my little brother, and watch him grow.

Horror struck me as my brother started to get symptoms. At first I brushed it all off. But his condition got worse and worse. My brother died a week later after showing symptoms. I lost all hope in this so called God my family believed in. I was around every single family member and even people in our village who had the plague. And I was yet to catch it. People tell me I am lucky, and gifted not to get sick an wither away.

If you stand by your family members, the ones who you love and adore in your life, hold their hand until its lifeless and then bury their corpse with your own bare hands. That is not luck, nor a gift. That is hell. Burrying your dead baby brother who has yet to learn words besides simple ones, is not a gift. The villagers are idiots. And they are all dying. And I'm just left here, alone, to watch everyone of them die. I'm assuming I will have to bury them as well when the time comes.

Walking into my small house, it was dead silent. No laughter that was there a year ago, no more voices. No nothing.

Walking into the eating are I find the last loaf of bread. It was stale and hard as a rock. I had no butter or meat to go with it. I bit into the hard substance, wincing as the stale bread cut open the roof of my mouth and cutting my gums. I felt my lip starting to quiver again, I was so tired of crying. So tired of life.

The blood from before had tried on my chin, I had yet to wipe it off clean yet. Swallowing the dried bread, using my tounge to feel the damage of my lip from biting it so hard. There was a deep gash in it. It stung to have my tounge on it. I stopped what I was doing, I didn't want to feel anymore pain. I also didn't want to feel numb anymore.

Looking around, I found out that there was no more water or milk to drink. Nothing, Goku had whatever was left last night. He was so thirsty. Remembering his sobs, I broke down and cried.

I loved my brother. I loved my mother and father. I loved my uncle. And now I was alone. And I loved no one.

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Vegeta's POV.

Slamming my foot down on the mans skull, feeling it crack and crumble beneath me. Hearing the squish noise made me smirk. Brains squashing under my feet was one of the best sounds. I took my foot off of what remained of the human head. Stomping my foot on the dirt, trying to rid of the organ's remains that was on my leather boot. Bending over, checking the mans pockets for cash or change. Finding some, I took my hand out of the dead man's pocket and counted.

Only thirteen dollars and change. Not bad. I bent over again, taking of the man's gold and solver rings, and then his metal cross. Stupid worthless man, a smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. Just finishing off my last bounty in this town has made me in a somewhat joyful mood. Walking out of the mans house, gathering up my mace, what I used to break his knee caps, and then smashed his hands so much, they they mashed into the dirt like cow meat.

Weak, pitiful people. All scared that the world was dying off, that it was the ends of days. Grabbing my horse by the reins, and pulling myself onto him. I snapped the reins making my horse take off to the cabin in the next town over. Thats where I'll be collecting my pay from those easy kills. If the plague hadn't killed you, I will end up killing you.

Thats the way life is. Some people have to make some kind of profit from this so called end of days. Having strength and already having a desired blood lust. It was my perfect time to start killing, in public that is. I've always slaughtered the weak for money, just in style. And without getting caught. But now with everyone dead or on their way out of dying, it was easy pickings.

Owning my own castle in the North, away from everyone has kept me safe from the disease. But even when I ventured out to these lowlife villages, I never caught the disease. It was because the weak were dying, only the strong survive. And the strong I would either kill, or they would pay me to kill. If they had no money to pay, I'd kill them anyways, without a thought.

My horse picked up his pace as I snapped the reins again. Wanting to get to the next village quickly, not to waste any time. Time was money, and money was another victim. Licking my lips at the thought of my last victims screams for help. The best part of his misery was the fact that everyone in town could hear him scream, and could hear as I broke his bones, as he cried out and choked on his own blood.

And not one of those miserable souls in that village came to his cries or help. No one wanted to help him. They were all livening in fear of dying already, why make it worse for them? Laughing to myself, remembering times where villagers did respond to cries of help, and try to intervene with my work. Having no problem with killing them off as well, it made my job, my work, my pleasure...Much, much more fun.

I licked my lips again entering the village. My horse slowed down and then stopped. Jumping off, and walking into the cabin where I was told to meet the man who would pay me for my deeds. Pushing the door open and walking inside, taking everything that was around me in. It was a bar, and people were drunk. There was one man sitting at a table in the far away corner with a black cloak on.

That was him.

Walking over, my hand never leaving my heavy mace. If there was no money, there was going to be a kill. Reaching the table I sat down. The man nodded at me, "So, Lord Vegeta. You have finished off those men?" The man hissed out. Smirking, "With ease." The man put a large brown bag, twice the size of my two fists, on the table. "Here is your gold. As promised." Taking the brown bag and stashing it in between my chest and my armor, it would be safe there.

Starting to get up I heard my horse let out a scream of freight, and also hearing villagers screaming as well. Frowning, my horse was not scared easily.

Running outside, I grabbed my horse's reins to calm it down and snap it back into reality. Looking around, all of the villager's shacks and houses were on fire. Men were on horses, riding through the town with torches, lighting up the place. Villagers were screaming, running around everywhere in a panic craze. Shrugging, it wasn't my problem. There were no bounties or money to be made here.

Jumping onto my horse, I rode through town ignoring the screams of help. Fuck them. My horse ran through town, and the bandits seemed to have vanished. Now this sparked my curiosity. Usually bandits would terrorize the town, and stay awhile, searching the town for gold. But there was no sight. I was out of the town, but came upon a smaller house with an apple tree by the dead garden.

There was four graves with rocks used as tombstones under the tree. Pulling on the reins of my horse, making it stop in its tracks as I heard a girl scream. Looking towards the house I noticed all of the bandits horse's were there. But no bandits. I growled. Sure I killed women before, but they were a bounty. They did something to deserve their fate.

I never killed a child. Nor would I. I'm a killer, but not completely cold hearted.

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Bulma's POV.

I tried to hide, but they found me. There was five or six of them maybe eight I wasn't sure. They saw me, and by the look in their eyes, they... They wanted me. Shivering with fear, I scooted further under my parent's bed. I didn't want them to find me. I begged and pleaded to God for them not to find me. My family was taken from me, I did not want to lose my virginity as well.

Everything went quiet. I heard them making noises and shouting at one another to find me, and who ever would find me would get to have me. Swallowing the lump in my throat trying to keep my breathing silent as possible. After a few seconds, I thought they had given up and left. But that would be lucky wouldn't it? Closing my eyes, picturing that my parents were still alive, that my brother and I were just playing a game of hide and seek.

Tears formed at my eyes, as my lip started to quiver. "Found her!" A man shouted as he grabbed my arm and pulled me out from under the bed. I screamed. I screamed and cried, I tried to fight but I was too weak, after not eating after three days, and with nothing to quench my thirst. I was just so tired. And then using up all of what was left with my energy to bury Goku and then tend to the dead garden...

The man threw me onto my parents bed, calling his 'friends' in to come help and hold me down. They all ran in. I was right the first time, there was five of them in my house.
I screamed and cried, and screamed some more as the first two males held down each of my arms, the other two held down my feet. I couldn't move. They were holding my limbs so tight, it hurt so much already.

"Please, no please don't." I gasped out in between sobs and my screams. No on in the village heard me, and if they did, they wouldn't care. The one man, the man who found me ripped off his belt, and was already taking his pants off. He didn't have any underwear on. HIs erection was revolting. I felt like I was going to puke. I cried and screamed harder as he climbed on top of me.

"You know," He whispered and then licked my ear, "I haven't had a virgin in such a longtime. I'm going to enjoy this. And then my men will have their turns with you." I screamed at the top of my lungs. He just bit down on ym bottom lip. The one I had bit earlier this morning. I screamed in agony. "Oh, you will be screaming even more once I'm done with you. Everyone out! I don't need your help anymore!" The other men left the room and closed the door bursting with excitement.

The man ripped off my skirt and my panties, feeling him rub his groin into my inner thigh, I shivered with fright. He must've taken my shiver as pleasure, I wasn't so sure. He licked my face down to my neck, and then sitting up, his erection digging into my leg. The tip barely an inch away from myself. I closed my eyes in fear. He ripped off my shirt and bra, licking and tasting my chest.

Biting my nipples and moaning to himself. I never felt so disgusted in my whole life. "Ready, bitch?" He laughed as he pulled his waist away. I cried started to feel the blood drip down my chin again from my bottom lip. My lip was in so much pain. There was screams in the background. The man stopped what he was doing, and turned towards the door trying to listen to what was going on.

Smashing and cries of agony could be heard from outside the door, and then it all stopped. It got so quiet. I was still crying to myself, letting the tears pour down my face. There was a bang at the door. "What the fuck..." The man who was nearly about to take my virginity was in pure confusion. The door was broken down, and there stood a man with olive tanned skin, coal black eyes, and ebony hair that was shaped like a flame.

"L-Lord V-Veg-Vegeta!" The man cried out with fear. "Ah, good so you know my name like the other weaklings." The man smirked and lifted the mace that was in his hand and swung it at the man's head. It hit with dead on. HEaring the crack of the man's skull shattering and his neck breaking sickened me. Some of his blood was splattered on my face.

The man fell off the bed, laying of the floor with the mace stuck in his head. The killer stepped into the room and roamed his eyes all over my naked body. My bruised and malnourished body. My face had tear stains, and blood drops from the man that wa snow dead. Just finding barely enough strength I tried to cover myself up. But it was too late he already saw me.

He walked over and put his foot on the man's head pulling his mace out of what remained of the skull. He swung the mace up and down, the chunks of skin and flesh that clung to it flung off with ease. I didn't know what to say to the man.

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Vegeta's POV.

Seeing the woman ust lay there naked took my breath away. I haven't had a women in so long. Maybe a year or two. It was hard to find decent women now, since the plague had almost wiped out the entire population. Cleaning off my mace, I strapped it back onto my belt. Glaring at the woman, she flinched at my glare and then looked away.

Hmph. "Know this woman, I did not come here to save you, those men were my enemies. And now since I have saved your life. You owe me yours." I growled out. I did not come to save her true, I thought it was a mere child they were trying to rape by the sounds of it. But now looking at this woman up and down. She was nothing but skin and bones, not an ounce of body weight, she looked like a walking corpse.

Her eyes were sunken in, cheekbones were showing, his bottom lip was badly damaged. He collarbone was sticking out, and so were all of her ribs, she some decent sized breasts but nothing impressive. There was bruises all over her body. I sneered, she probably had the plague. "I owe you my life?" She asked in a whisper, "Are you going to kill me now?" She had stopped crying.

"Are you sick?" I demanded. I don't want to bring back some woman that will just die on me. She shook her head. "I'm immune." Hmph. So was I. Smirking, this could work out to my advantage. "Woman like I said, you owe me. I will not kill you unless you disobey me. You will serve me, and do what I say when I say it. I will bring you back to my castle and you will be bathed, fed, and given proper clothes to wear. Not rags." I growled out.

"Oh. I don't have a choice?" She asked in a whisper, she lost too much energy already. She was barely hanging on. If I was to have her, she needed to be at full strength and health. I wouldn't want to kill her on the first night. Smirking, "No you don't. If you want to bed fed instead of starving yourself like you are here, then come with me. If you don't come I will just simply end your life now."

Her eyes wide with fear, she nodded,"I'll come." She said using her willpower to get up, and change into some outfit that was in a dresser. "One question woman. Did that man take you?" She looked at me, confused by the question. "No he did not, you killed him just before he did." I laughed. Oh this was too good to be true. I was going to have her, and take her virginity as well. How pleasurable. "Good." Responding back to her answer.

"But why, I thought you were just going to have me as a servant?" She asked clinging to me and I lifted her up onto my horse. Jumping onto the horse as well. She was in front of me and I wrapped my arms around her, so she couldn't escape. "Oh no you silly woman. You are going to be my new pleasure slave." I whispered in her ear as I took a deep breath of her scent.

She froze, and then sighed. She was already broken and lost. It was once again, easy pickings.

And with that thought I snapped the reins and my horse started to run down the road, it would be a long journey 'home'.

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Okay so I'm seeing this as the next chapter being the last one.
And of course its just going to be a huge lemon. and maybe some more killing. Not too sure yet.

Maybe there will be a third chapter.

Until then!

Thank you to all of my reviewers for my past stories!

-LunarSinner