Chapter 2: Not even a person
Vegeta took one step towards me: I took one step backward. He took another step forward, and I took another backward. We did it over and over again, until my back reached the wall and I had nowhere else to go, nothing else to do than stand still and allow him to get closer to me. He smirked at me. He seemed to think the whole situation was very amusing.
Well, he was the only one having fun. For now.
I have my flaws - I have never been a good victim.
"I scare you, don't I?" he asked.
I leered at him and held my head high, challenging him through my eyes:
"No."
When he chuckled, as though he did not believe me, as though he did not believe that a weak female wouldn't be afraid of him I continued:
"You disgust me, that's all. Thinking that being stronger than us gives you the right to make our lives hell, why don't you get over yourselves a little?"
I kept my gaze on him, memorizing every detail of his outraged expression.
"Though I understand why you would kidnap women and rape them, who in their right mind would bed any of you bastards!"
He moved so fast the motion was blur and I wasn't even sure I had actually seen something, but the sudden pain on my cheek was there to prove that it had happened.
"Stay away from me," I hissed, pushing myself into the wall as if I hoped it would turn into putty and swallow me whole. "You'd better get the fuck away from me, or else I swear I'll-"
"You swear you'll what?" Vegeta asked, not remotely taken aback by my attitude.
I bit my tongue and my mind shouted when I felt his grip on my hips: I couldn't do anything, and he knew it, of course. Even back on Earth, I was considered physically weak and fragile, but here, against these mighty warriors? There really was no point. It would take him less effort to break my neck than it would take me to snap my fingers together, I was sure of that. I tossed my head aside, trying to avoid his cold face that was getting dangerously closer. In other circumstances, maybe I would've seen him as being handsome, but right now I saw nothing but a monster.
Vegeta tried to kiss me: I bit him in return. I sank my teeth into his bottom lip as hard and painfully as I could. I sank my teeth so deeply into the flesh that I actually felt the metallic taste of blood into my mouth before he had the time to pull back, glaring knives at me. He didn't say a word, but I knew he was angry that I didn't submit myself to him right at the beginning. Perhaps it even hurt his pride that some slave he had gotten on a worthless planet did not seemed honoured that he had picked her to share his bed that night.
Like I should be giggling around because the one who had decided to rape me first was a king. He had another thing coming.
I mentally smirked with content, but it did not last for long: it was never a good idea to piss off a Saiyan, as I learned the moment he seized my throat with his iron-firm grip and carelessly threw me on his bed. I tried to crawl away from him, but he was too strong, too fast. I thought that kid who had rampaged the Earth was ridiculously powerful? I hadn't seen anything yet.
"No!" I shouted.
I had wanted to annoy him royally but now I was scared, scared out of my mind. I had been trying to walk on his ego ever since he had tried to touch my face earlier, ever since he had forced me to enter his bedroom, I had insulted him, I had insulted his whole people just to see the look on his face, but now I felt that it was payback time. I had been trying to be strong but now I couldn't. I couldn't bring him hell, what the fuck was I thinking? He would bring me hell.
"D-don't touch-" I started, trying to push Vegeta away.
It was hopeless, even more hopeless than trying to take down a huge tree with a feather. I hit his chest, his hands, his arms, whatever I could reach, but he felt nothing and I felt like I was punching bricks. I punched, slapped, dug my nails into his skin, tried to kick him and to keep my legs closed: this wasn't right, this wasn't fair. I had never had sex before and I was to discover it through this? My first time had to be forced on me?
What had I done to God to deserve this, I really wondered.
My struggle didn't impress the king at all: it even seemed to please him, and he chuckled to my ear, so darkly that it sent chills down my spine. A cold-blooded murderer, a hearless monster was to take my virginity away. I wanted to die, and I hated whatever twist of destiny had put me into this situation with every fiber of my shaking body. My black, sleeveless shirt was tore apart, along with my denim skirt and I cursed God's name for making me a woman. Surely whatever they did to men was better than this.
I started to cry. I didn't want to, I hated myself for breaking down in front of him like this, but I couldn't just hold it inside. I closed my eyes, I didn't want to see him over me - perhaps if I shut my eyes tight enough, then my mind would shut too, and this wouldn't be happening anymore - but he immediately grabbed my chin.
"Open your eyes," he ordered.
I shut them even more tightly. He slapped me for the second time, and both the pain and the surprise made me open my eyes, bringing me back to reality. This was real, this was happening.
"Good," Vegeta said with a grin, "You keep them like that."
He forced me to meet with his gaze, with his dark, cruel eyes. Mine flashed with unbearable pain when he pushed into me for the first time. It hurt so, so bad that it clouded my mind and I wondered if I would either pass out of die. My mind was numb, but not numb enough to miss the satisfied look on his face: he knew he was making me suffer, and he enjoyed it. His thrusts were deep and rough, causing more and more pain every time. I wanted to fight back, so that I could at least say I had tried to get away from him, that I hadn't allowed him to rape me so easily, but I couldn't anymore: it felt like my muscles had been turned into iron, like my whole body was slowly sinking into invisible quicksands.
He was using me for his own pleasure and there was nothing I could do about it. I had never, ever felt so powerless. He breathed heavily against my skin and groaned with pleasure in my ear, and I prayed again.
I prayed that it wouldn't last long. That it would be just some sort of quick release and that he would leave me alone in two minutes. It was just about him, right? So there was no point in taking his time, was it?
Once again, whoever was supposed to be listening to Earthlings' prayers clearly was doing an awful job, because it lasted for so terribly long. Whenever I thought he was nearly done, he slowed down for a while. I don't know how long it took him to finally let go and get this over with, but I know it felt like hours, days, weeks, months have passed. He laid next to me, his breath heavy and satisfied, and I curled myself and turned my back on him, hiding my body as much as I could with my arms.
My whole body was shaking, both because of my silent sobbing and because of the utter shock.
I used to be a proud person. I think one could say that I used to think quite highly of myself. Brain and look, I had them both.
Not now.
I felt disgusted at myself and ashamed, I felt weak and used. I was nothing but a very realistic blow-up doll for him, that he could fuck anytime now. Nothing but a useless being that wouldn't have any choice but to obey and lay down. I felt pathetic.
I didn't even feel like a real person anymore.
End of the chapter: Gee. This is definitely not easy to write, I'll tell you! Hope you liked this chapter anyway, I tried to stick to Bulma's character as much as I could.
