Staring blindly at the couch in front me, I mindlessly walk to it to take a seat. Falling back into the cushion feeling extremely restless all of a sudden, I turn to look at the clock that is hanging from the wall across of me. 'Where's that no good--'
The door bell chimed. I quickly jump to my feet and stood upright. Looking at the closed door just a few feet to the right, I contemplated if I should go on with this plan for I am already having doubts that the proud prince who must be roaming somewhere in this house would even care if I go out with another man.
Letting out a sigh, I reluctantly walk towards the door to open it. Peeping through the gab, I look at the man standing before me. He wears a white polo tee with beige slacks and black shoes. His spiky fringe was swept to the side and the rest tied in neat ponytail. A bouquet of flowers in his right hand, complete with a dashing, boyish smile. In other words, he looked gorgeous. Having him as a partner is actually a very lucky thing, for any other girl that is.
Opening the door wide enough, I beckon him to enter, finally decided that I should just follow through with the plan. Yamcha feels somewhat agitated as I offer him a seat on the couch. He must be terrified, afraid that he might do something wrong along the lines to cross me. Walking towards the kitchen, I asked him what he'd like to drink.
"Just water, thanks"
Doesn't matter to me what he'd be drinking, he won't be able to do anything after he's drank the concoction which I'll be brewing for him now. I retrieve a glass from the same shelf I took mine from earlier and fill it with drinking water. Settling it down onto the counter, I whip out a small plastic wrap from the insides of my cleavage. Pouring the powdery content into the drink casually, I dispose the wrapper by burning it outside the backyard so that no one could ever find it.
It is an odourless, tasteless drug. It is the old fashion way to get someone high in ecstasy enough to make them do things aimlessly without a sense of knowledge until they awake, and that is exactly what I want Yamcha to do; to hurt me unintentionally and ask for help from you know who. It is a stupid move, I know, but it might be worth the risk. At least after this, I will know how much I really do matter to him. After all, I have nothing to lose. I can't live with the likes of Yamcha anymore, and if I will never get to have Vegeta, at least I know I never had him at all.
Returning with a plastic smile on my face, I offer Yamcha his glass of water. Seating myself next to him I start a conversation to make him respond so that he'd be thirsty enough to take a sip or two, and that'll be enough.
"I really miss you, B," he said as he took his first sip. I look at him with an expressionless face, knowing that after this, there will be no turning back. At the back of my mind I prepare myself for the small abuse which I'll be getting from all the struggling that will soon take place.
"But I still can't understand why you wouldn't kick Vegeta out of the house."
I shake all thoughts out of my head as I try to register what Yamcha had just said. This wasn't the conversation I hope it would lead to. At least not about Vegeta.
"You know I was never really happy with the fact that he is living under your roof, with him constantly taking away my time."
"Your time away, Yamcha?" I had the gall to ask him that. But what was I to say? I can't help but to be curious as to where this conversation is going.
"Yes! My time!" he practically yelled at my face, spitting bits of saliva as he began to slur. The drug was already taking its effect. "You don't have the time for me anymore ever since that son of a bitch came to live with you! And you were the one who brought him in!" He stood up tall, towering over me like a beast cornering its prey. I retreat back but only manage to hit the cushion behind me. I look around me frantically and only then I realise I had no place to run. He had me cornered. Looking back at Yamcha, I can see the pure anger emanating from his eyes. 'This isn't what I planned'.
I thought that if I could get Yamcha high enough, he'd just touch me a little bit and I'd refuse him. Knowing full well that he wouldn't let me go even after I've rejected him, I'd be asking for help and guess who'd be there for the rescue... or not. But this is all wrong. This is definitely wrong.
"He killed me, Bulma! I was dead because of him!"
Feeling a sharp jab at my wrist as Yamcha grab hold of it with strength that he don't even realise, he spin me around causing my back to slam onto his chest. With his hand clutching my arms together, making me unable to move, his other hand slid to my mouth to cover my screams.
"Don't think I didn't see how the way you look at him, Bulma, every time you thought I wasn't watching," he spat. My eyes widen at the statement, for it is the truth. I had been shamelessly ogling at the alien guest ever since I've invited him to live in my house.
"You want him so bad, don't you, you little slut!" he jerk me harder into his chest, causing the back of my head to collide with his chin. I scream into his hand but it was only muffled. No one could hear me.
"Have you ever thought about my feelings, Bulma?" he whispers roughly into my ears while he clutches harder at my body, I thought my bones were going to break. "Have you ever wondered why I have done the things I did?" My eyes blurred as tears start to form. He is really hurting me now. I shake my head as the pain starts to rush to my brain.
"I thought we could have a great life together, Bulma, when I came back alive. A life, with just you, me and our little off springs."
"You said you dreamt of him. What did he do, Bulma?" he asked as he switched to my other ear. "Did he make you whimper? Moan? Scream his name??!" he yelled out the last statement as he continues to man-handle me.
Muffling my cries in his hand, my tears fell uncontrollably. Imagine, all these happening were due to my fatal attraction to the Saiyan prince. Without any warning, Yamcha push me into the couch and press himself behind me. With his body constraining what little space I have left to move, he let his hand that was holding my arms earlier go and dove straight down to the hem of my dress and lifted it up over my back, tearing it in the process. Hearing him pulling his pants down, he tears my panties away with a jerk of his hand. I try to scream out loud as my heart pounds uncontrollably. All I can think about were the things that are going to happen. 'He's going to rape me!'
He lean next to my ear and slurred his next words. "You think that I am a fool, don't you?"
With that said he position himself at my opening and thrust deep into me without a second thought. I clench my eyes tight and scream silently into his hand as his dick sear open tiny slashes of wounds at my lips below as he pounds in and out of me roughly. Tears roll down my cheeks as I cry inaudibly while his hand is still covering at my mouth. 'Vegeta...'
Shaking my head weakly, I never thought it would come to this. I couldn't even defend myself anymore as all of my energy has been drained from me, and also the fact that I am still bound by his body holding me in place.
I can hear him grunt and groan loudly behind as he slams in and out of me. Feeling his hand slide around to the front of my body to grab my dangling breasts, he pinches hard at one of my nipples, which made me let out another painful scream. He must be enjoying this, the sick bastard. I remind myself to kill him the next time I see him.
Hearing him letting out a restrained moan, I can feel that his is ready to come. Stiffening his body behind me, he thrust deep into me two more times before he finally release himself inside me. I was too shock to cry or even make a sound as he slurs in my ears. "You're not even that good a fuck anymore."
He pulls himself out of me and pushes me away from him and throws me to the side as if I was a ragged doll. My mind is blank but I can still hear him pulling up his pants and zipping it up. I just don't have the energy to push myself up anymore as I slide down onto the cold hard tiles.
"Adios, B. I hope you get what you want." He chuckled and said cruelly. And then he left. The son of a bitch left.
I am a mess. My hair is dishevelled, my dress is torn, both of my shoes are missing, my panties is hanging loosely at the edge of the coffee table. I don't know how long it has been but all I know is that I have been sitting on the floor beside the couch the entire night, hugging my knees to my chest. I was unable to cry a single tear as I rock my body back and forth in a slow motion, a silent remedy to console myself. I guess I was out of focus for I hadn't realise anyone else was in the room with me.
"What the hell happened here?" was all he asked. That didn't even make me turn to look at him. I can't even acknowledge him now. I hug myself tighter to my knees and place my chin on them and continued to rock myself at a slow pace. Finding myself staring into space, I didn't notice that he was kneeling down in front of me.
"Woman," he called to me. I look into his eyes with an expressionless face. I can't feel a thing. I am numb all over now.
Seeing him frown as he look me all over, I can tell he did the math himself. His frown turns into a scowl and his chest was heaving rapidly.
"Woman," he called again and all I did was look back. "Bulma!"
My name. He called me by my name. It was then I reacted. My eyes widen as I see Vegeta looking at me with a face that speaks multiple deaths.
"Did he do this to you?" he asked in a calm but deadly voice. I swear I thought I see smoke rising from his head as his body glowed with such raw energy, which was slowly rising and I bet he don't even realise it.
"Did he do this, Bulma?!!" he yelled at my face when I didn't respond. How was I supposed to? All I did was look away, unable to look at him in the eyes for I felt ashamed with what has happened. It is all my fault. How could I have let this happen? I shouldn't have gone through with such a plan when I already knew it was stupid! Why?
I only have myself to blame for this. I don't deserve pity from anyone. I don't deserve Vegeta to be here with me right now. I shut my eyes and felt the first stinging tear roll down my cheeks since the incident. Feeling a gloved hand slide across my cheek ever-so-gently, he pulled my face to look at him.
He gave me a look which I had never seen in him before, but at this very moment, somehow I knew I can trust him, whichever action he has decided to take. I thought he would have immediately go after Yamcha to put him out of his lights, but instead, he slides his arm under my legs while the other hold onto the back of my torso. With one swift move he lifted me up and pressed me into his chest as he brings us upstairs.
I rest my head at the crook of his neck, feeling a little light headed as he walk us up the stair case. Closing my eyes, I could almost fall asleep in his arms. For once in my life, I feel secured. I feel safe. Like nothing and no one can ever harm me. The next thing I know, my legs were free from his grasp as he lets me down standing on my own while he turns on the tap to let the water run down the shower head. Then I realise that we were in his bathroom.