-Whispers In The Dark-
Broken hearts are hard to fix. But when two people that are seemingly broken meet, the effect can be catastrophic. Sometimes it can create the greatest taboo. Contains dark themes.
Warning: sex, swearing, violence, gore, dark themes. Possible non-con.
If you don't like it, don't read.
A/N: I'm going to be using the name Bulla, since I find it weird having to use the name 'Bra'. Just saiyan~ See what I did there?
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-Chapter 1: Bulla-
Bulla huffed in annoyance, tossing in her bed to glare at the door opposite her with resentment. Her thin blue brow, twitching in aggravation.
The noise that had awoken her half an hour ago hadn't quietened down. She was slowly beginning to wonder if it ever would.
In a silent plea, she lifted her leg from under the cover and dropped it heavily back down, as if it would make the noise lessen. But she knew better than that, the rumbles of voices and things being moved around from downstairs continued to shift loudly.
A few more seconds passed.
Bulla groaned loudly, flopping onto her stomach and pressed both ends of the pillow to her ears, trying to drown out the racket.
But it seemed futile, with her enhanced hearing due to her saiyan heritage, there was really no possible way to drown out the noise.
"And I was hoping to sleep the whole day away…" she muttered into her pillow.
More minutes passed and Bulla eventually sighed, propping herself up onto her elbows and gingerly sat up, she blearily looked around until her icy blue eyes met the alarm clock on the bedside table.
"Huh…nearly five…" mumbled the half saiyan.
She sighed through her nose and swung her legs off the side of her bed before pushing herself up. Bulla lethargically stretched her arms, arching her back as random popping noises broke out across her body.
She sniffed, patting down her chaotic hair that seemed to stick up in every direction. Bulla knew trying to fix it without a shower would be useless, but she was feeling worse for wear and couldn't care any less. She was in a bad mood and wanted the person making the noise to pay for it.
So she straightened her muddled nightgown before half stomping out of the room, almost ripping the door off its hinges before taking a sharp right toward the stairs that led to the disturbance.
Bulla ignored how the cold linoleum floor made her bare feet freeze. She could only think of ways to stop the noise that had awoken her.
The noise seemed to get louder as the half saiyan grew closer and closer to the stairs. Voices became more clear, though hushed at the same time. Bulla could easily tell the first two. Her mother, Bulma and her father, Vegeta.
But there was a last voice that Bulla didn't recognise which caused her to almost stop and hesitate for a split second. However, it didn't cause her anger to lessen. She shrugged it off as she got to the top of the stairs and began her descent down.
"…How could she?" Bulla heard her mother growl as she made her way toward the voices with long and hasty steps. It didn't take her long before she found herself standing in the entrance of the kitchen in her ragged and tired form.
She found her mother- Bulma, and her father, Vegeta at the kitchen table with what Bulla assumed to be 'guest'.
The chattered was abruptly cut off as soon as she entered.
Bulla met her mothers shocked gaze. However, her father remained indifferent about her sudden appearance. Offering her a small nod before turning away. Having a full blooded saiyan for a parent wasn't spectacular, however they would always know where their child was. No matter how far away.
Bulla was glad her father never seemed to meddle in her affairs, unless it deemed necessary of course. Which was barely ever.
"Oh, Bulla…" her mother mumbled, leaning back in her chair "Are you feeling any better? You've finally came out of your room after…"
Bulla quickly tuned her mothers voice out. She came out of her room for was reason and one reason alone.
Turning to her father with an irritated expression, she placed her hands on her hips and glared. "What's with all the noise?" snapped the half saiyan "I cant sleep."
Her father grunted, shrugging his shoulders to her answer.
She opened her mouth again to speak, but this time, someone cut her off.
"I'm sorry," nervously spoke the guest "It was all my fault."
Bulla raised an eyebrow to the person, quickly taking in his appearance. The first thing she noticed was his gravity defying dark hair, poking out in odd directions. As well as her father, this man was also well built with a strong posture. However, compared to her father this man was an eyesore.
His bright orange outfit almost made her eyes burn with irritation.
But it wasn't his outfit that spiked her curiosity. It was the energy emitting from his body that she could practically feel it. Like a strong imposing person. He wasn't like any ordinary human. And he seemed oddly familiar.
The stranger scratched the back of his head, smiling timidly. "Hey, I'm Goku and you must be Bulla, right?"
Just like that, Bulla's curiosity dropped flat. She was correct in thinking he was familiar, her father never shut up about the 'buffoon'. And her mother was always saying nice things about him and the fun they had in the old days. Not to mention he was the savour of the planet and also a full blooded saiyan.
Bulla was told that she and Goku had met when she was very young, but her mind couldn't think that far back to remember. Not that she cared ether. She had no interest in speaking to old men, there wouldn't be anything to talk about.
"Well that's what my mother called me…" dryly replied Bulla.
Goku laughed nervously once again. "Yeah… right. Anyway, how are you? Last time we met you were this tiny" Goku gestured with his hands, reaching the length of at least half his bicep. "You'll be fifteen now, right?"
Bulla's brow twitched. Was he really as incompetent as her father has said? It wasn't hard to count from two an up.
She folded her arms tightly across her chest. "I'm eighteen." flatly replied the half saiyan.
"Ah, right eheh… You just look so tiny."
There was a pregnant pause before Bulla sighed, shaking her head. "I'm going back to bed, keep the noise down, I don't want to have to come down here again."
Before Bulla could turn to walk away, Bulma pulled out of her chair to stand up. Watching as her daughter turned her back. "Bulla, don't you want to sit down and have a chat? It would do you good to speak to someone-"
"Not interested." cut off Bulla.
With that being said, the half saiyan began her retreat back to the comfort of her own bedroom.
