Disclaimer: Sorry to keep you guys waiting, the parental unit took away the comp for a week…I almost died because of withdrawal. Haha…anyway me no owny DBZ…yay?

Bulma returned to her room in sponge bob pajama's, drying her long silky blue hair. She sat down on her bed and picked up her phone. After turning it on, the mystified honor student realized that she had six missed calls…neither of them from Goku…or Chi-chi.

'Weird'

Bulma found her best friends number in her phonebook and sent her outgoing number.

"Morgan Residence, Chi-chi speaking"

"Hey, Chi…What's up?"

"Uh…nothing…hey…can I call you tomorrow?"

Bulma was a little disappointed that the only person that she could talk to, was obviously busy with something more important.

"Yea...sure. But why?"

"Goku's on the other line, I really have to go…BYE BEE!"

Chi-chi hung up before a hurt scientist had a chance to even say goodbye. Bulma sighed.

"Whatever"

Bulma would call her mystery caller back, but the number was private. She feared that she'd never find out who wanted to talk to her so bad. The Briefs heiress figured she mind as well do her homework, so she did, and that indulged her for the rest of the night.

The Next Day

It was the same routine as yesterday. Bulma pulled her bike into the public bike rack and walked into the school. She scanned the lunchroom for a familiar face, and actually found two.

Goku and Chi-chi, locking lips in the corner of the cafeteria. Oh no, they would never be discreet about it…she hoped that he'd only get to first base. Bulma ran to the lovely couple and stood in front of them waiting to be noticed. No such thing would ever happen. The aggravated heiress was about to clear her throat when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Bulma abruptly turned around, only to find a new face.

"Hi…Bulma…"

There stood this lovable, droll, student holding flowers and smiling a delightful smile that Bulma instantly feel in love with.

"Uhh, hi? No mean to be rude, but do I know you?"

The little dork smiled bashfully and sighed.

"No…but I do know you. I think you're really pretty, and I'd love to get to know you…"

The young azure haired woman smiled.

"Well you don't waist anytime, do you? Okay, sure, I'll give you my number"

And for the next few week Bulma received calls, from this Yamcha person, each night. He seem so eager to get to know her…but he was a little strange at his moments…

Last Tuesday's conversation

"So it was you who called me all those times"

"Yea…kind of silly, huh?"

"Nah, I thought it was sweet. It makes me feel special, knowing someone wanted to get to know me so bad"

"Haha, well you sure are something…you're smart, beautiful, and have such a lovely figure…and I bet your really good at…."

Bulma heard a grunting sound over the line, and a soft moan.

"Good at what? Are you okay? Do you want me to call later?"

"No! Please don't hang up…I was watching television…I got sidetracked"

"If you say so…"

Ended conversation

That next Thursday Yamcha met Bulma at her locker wearing the same sheepish grin that he hid, the first day they met. He hid behind the door so he'd be reveled when she closed the annoying school cabinet.

"Ack! Oh Yamcha…sweetie …you scared me"

The aqua haired vixen held her chest and caught her breath…she wasn't thinking about her choice of words.

"Sweetie…heh heh, that's a new one" Yamcha fiddled with his fingers, and shot into the dark. "Umm Bulma, I wanted to know if you wanted to do something tomorrow night, just you me and the movies?"

Bulma didn't know if this was the right thing to do. Yamcha wasn't a real gentleman when the wire came down to it, but he was good looking, and he wasn't a total slump. She decided that she was being too picky and to give this innocent schoolboy a chance, she'd never really find a prince charming.

"Well…can I escort you to the movies? I won't try anything if that's what your worried about…"

"Ha, no Yamcha, I trust you. Pick me up at seven, okay?"

Bulma was a little taken back, when her date grabbed her hand and kissed her cheek. That kiss was a bit to rough for her taste, but he probably didn't know his own strength.

"Bye"

"Bye"

Yamcha walked to his next class-waving goodbye to his sweet heart. Bulma picked up some books that she'd dropped earlier, and began to walk to class, but was stopped by a unfamiliar person.

"Yamcha, he's a bad person. You might want to reconsider this 'date' with him" the blond haired vixen said the word date with poison on her tongue.

"Who the hell are you ease dropping and what do you care what I do? My intentions with Yamcha are none of your business"

Bulma spoke as if she was the most dangerous woman on the planet and that she could back her shit up. She kind of figured that she could.

"Listen, you probably think that I'm just some jealous ex girlfriend, but I'm not. And another thing is, you should be worrying about what his intentions are with you."

With that, the mystery bitch slammed Bulma's locker, feeling joy in her flinch.

"Ta, ta" with that, she walked away.

"Ass…"

That afternoon

"Hello? Briefs Residence, Bulma speaking"

"Hey Bulma it's Chi…"

"Hey, we haven't talked in like … a week!"

"Yea I know…you'd be surprised at what I've done in that last week…"

"Well I hope it wasn't anything too drastic, hun"

"…."

"Chi…"

"Would you be mad if me and Goku went all the way?"

"Yes…Chi…tell me you didn't"

"I'm sorry…but he wanted to so bad…and I was so tempted. It was so much fun"

"Chi…we said we'd wait until marriage"

"Whatever I don't regret it"

"Chi, I love you. I don't want you to get in over your head. Please Chi, be reasonable"

"I'm sorry but Goku gives me love that no one else can give me. Bee don't be mad…"

" I have to call Yamcha, bye Chi-chi. I'll see you tomorrow"

Ended Conversation

Friday Evening

Bulma had only seen Yamcha once that day and he threw her that genuine smile that made her melt. She couldn't have waited for that afternoon, yet here it was.

The telephone rings

"Briefs Residence, Bulma speaking"

"Hey hun, how come your parents never pick up"

"Heh, go random, but my moms and under cover lesbian and I'm pretty sure dad's cheating too. Don't you wonder why I'm so well rounded?"

"Wow…you sound almost serious"

"Oh indeed I am…How long until you get here?"

"Two minutes, on Rain Avenue now"

"Okay I'm coming down"

Ended Conversation

"Bye Mom!"

Bulma screamed as she headed out the door.

Yamaha's car

Nothing special, it was a station wagon, an old one, but it was gaudy at all. In the backspace of the car there was a few pillows and a fluffy blanket spread out. Is this were Yamcha go all his hits at?

"So Mr. Player, what are all the sheets and pillows in the back for?" Bulma accused, folding her arms.

"Its nothing" Yamcha said placing a hand on her lap "I sleep in my car when I have arguments with my parents, no biggie"

"Oh,… so are we going to the Pavilion?"

"No I thought we could catch a drive-in…it'd be more romantic" he smirked at this exact moment, Bulma noticed that the locks were pried off all of the door accept for his…. not good. Yamcha noticed her uneasy expression.

"Listen babe, you can trust me, I promise, he soothed rubbing her leg"

"Okay…"

They soon arrived at the theater and Yamcha paid the fee through the window. He hailed her that he'd be right back, when he went to get the speakers.

"Shit"

Yamcha had locked her in the car. She watched him walk back with the speaker in hand and open the door with his keys. This could be her chance, her chance to run. This could also be her chance to loose a person that would truly love her. Bulma would be damned if she let the right man escape from her grip. All she did was smile, as Yamcha slid back into the car.

"Okay were all set!"

Bulma smiled nervously then decided to relax.

"Cut the shit" Yamcha said blankly

"Wh- What?" Bulma stuttered as she heard the doors looked inside the walls of her door.

"Get in the back of the car"

Bulma stared at him blankly

"Now bitch! Listen to me, or you will regret it!" He barked, getting angry, still Bulma didn't budge

'How could I be so dumb?' Bulma thought as her eyes started to well with tears

"Fine, you won't go willing I'll drag you."

With that Yamcha weaved through his seats, pulling Bulma, by the hair, with him. Soon they laid cushioned into the flat back part of this wagon. Yamcha pinned himself on top of what was his. He started to savagely rip off her shirt, staring hungrily at her breasts.

"Yamcha please! You have more dignity than this! Don't, Yamcha!"

Her cries fell on deaf ears and Yamcha started to kiss her neck.

"Take off my pants"

"No! I don't have to answer to you!"

Yamcha smacked her across the check, the same one he had kissed yesterday

"If you want to live you will do everything I tell you"

Yamcha forcefully grabbed her wrist and squeezed it until he felt the bone start to give in.

"Okay! Yamcha, you win! Okay! Are you happy now!" Bulma screamed , giving into defeat.

Only in her fourth week of high school, Bulma Briefs was brutally raped.

A/N: I am the worst rape scene writer ever! It's my first… and I really didn't feel like going deep into violence and stuff, its only rated Teen. Love you all! Read and Review.