A/N: First chapter for the disclaimer. This chapter will contain a graphic rape scene. You can skip over it and it won't affect the rest of the story if you don't know all the details! ENJOY!!

Bulma did not sleep at all that night. Her thoughts were too consumed with the memories for her mutation and then of that night before he left. Punches and kicks flew rapidly into the air to an invisible opponent that only the skilled eye could see. Training was the only way to keep her mind off of past events that she would rather not remember at all.

Ten metal robots rose from the floor and began their destination towards her. Powering up she sent a rather well sized ki blast at one of them. The robot quickly put up it guard and easily bounced the blast away. With the ball of energy bouncing off of every surface it met the blue haired mutant began hand to hand combat with her machines. She had made the GR and the training bots immune to ki blasts, yet could still be destroyed if the blast was powerful enough. She did this so that she could measure every warrior's progress. When the bot exploded it meant that their power had significantly improved and that an upgrade was due. The GR however was made of the finest material from planet Xenon and was indestructible.

More punches, leaps, kicks and more ki blasts emitted from the small woman. Soon there were many energy balls bouncing off the walls. Bulma breathed heavily as she was growing weary. As her strength declined, her mental block against her self slipped and images of the first day of her new self poured in.

Flashback

'How did I get in here?' she wondered to herself. The last thing that she could remember was the searing pain spreading from her chest out and the disgusting feeling of chocking on her own blood. 'Oh Kami…..I-I' she couldn't finish her train of thought. Knowing that she had been dead for hours was crushing enough but to actually voice it she could not. Tears coming from her eyes and mixing with the blue water that surrounded her she balled up her fist and pounded on the glass window. Her strength grew with her frustration at the window, and with a final but powerful blow she spilled out on the floor naked as the day she was born.

Ripping the mask off of her face she sucked in a breath of air and coughed some excess liquid that had gotten into her lungs. She sat on the floor littered with blue liquid and glass pieces to overcome by the thought that she had actually died. To overcome to notice that she had a new appendage coming from her backside. Sniffling she looked around for something to cover herself with. No lab coats, no clothing, just one sheet that she had used to cover her inventions in progress with. Crawling on shaking hands and knees she reached up and yanked the material down. Panting heavily she laid there, her strength was gone. The little amount of energy she used to get over to the table had exhausted her. Pulling the sheet over her body she rested her head on her arm and laid there recovering her energy.

A loud bang knocked Bulma out of her slumber. Whipping her head around towards the door way she could head foot steps coming towards her. Scrambling as quickly as she could she hid behind a huge white workstation. "Are you sure of it? Is she dead?" "I do not know. I put her in there when I found her. Her injuries could have been too severe. As not to mention that she is by far an inferior race and could not have possibly survived", it was obviously Vegeta with his snide remarks. But Bulma knew that it was to cover his softening towards her. "You had better hope that she is alive monkey, or you will follow her fate", Frezia muttered with a hiss. Shaking, Bulma put a hand over her mouth to quiet her breathing and shut her eyes. Leaning up against the workstation she gathered her sheet and self closer and the newest appendage curled itself underneath the sheet, shielding itself from view.

Stepping into the room Frezia and Vegeta saw the broken glass littering the floor with the blue liquid. With a sinister grin Frezia chuckled, "Hahaha. You see Vegeta? She is fine after all. Now go find her, she could not have gotten far." With a grunt Vegeta turned and swiftly walked out headed straight for his room. She always came to his room if something was wrong or if she was scared. As Frezia turned to leave he noticed a flash coming from the machine. Floating as to not wet his feet he came over to the rejuvenation tank. Grinning further as he saw the 'WARNING! MUTATION HAS OCCURRED' on the machine he spoke out, "Really? Hrm, Bluma my dear. What's happened to you? Maybe now you will of more use to me". With that he floated out of the room.

Bulma sighed loudly. Swallowing she peered around the workstation to make sure the room was empty. Grabbing the edge of the large white desk she pulled herself up. Steadying herself she took one step forward and had to catch herself from falling. 'But Vegeta could walk' she thought angrily. For some reason walking for her seemed a trifling task as she had to hold on to something for support. Unbeknownst to her, it was the newly acquired appendage that was throwing her balance out of whack. She made way to her room at a rate only infants know of.

Vegeta stormed down the hall way. He always got in a huff when Frezia called him a monkey. 'How dare he call me a MONKEY! ME, the Prince of Saiyan's! When the time comes I swear on my races existence I will kill you Frezia, I will kill you'. Stopping abruptly Vegeta stared at the door to Bulma's room. 'Maybe', he walked over and entered her code to her room and stepped in. Looking around to see that nothing had been disturbed he concluded that she was not in here and left. Stepping into his own living quarters he found that his room had also not been invaded by her presence. Sitting down on the couch he mulled over where his little vixen could have gone to. 'It's like tracking a damn dog!' Taking in a deep breath his nostrils were filled with the scent of the woman. She had been here over a week ago and still her scent lingered as if to tease him.

In all his life he had never found the opposite sex appealing especially that of another race. But Bulma there was something about her that kept him intrigued. Furthermore, no one in the universe could argue that she was not appealing to the eye. Her exotic color was unique to her and her alone; in all the planets that he had been to he had yet to see another with cerulean coloring. She had the same quick whit that he had and they put it to good use almost every day. She also had that spark in her personality which was personified by her every day movements, thoughts, everything.

Somehow she had accepted his harsh demeanor, challenged him in more ways than one and then kept coming back to him. No one in his entire existence had the gall to do that. Not even his trusted Nappa, he along with every other Saiyan would bow to his demand and give in to every request.

While day dreaming of how Bulma would have made the perfect Saiyan and yet was the most annoying living thing he had yet to come into contact with he did not pay any attention to the door opening in the room next to him.

Flinging herself onto the couch she gasped for air. The enormous amount of strength it took to make it back to her room was mind boggling. Laying there staring at the wall she tried to put things together to make any sense of everything. She had died at some point, for how long know one knew or probably cared and miraculously VEGETA of all people had put her in the rejuvenation tank. Pushing herself off the couch she slowly made her way to the shower. With the time it took to get back to her room, her strength had increased with the more she walked amazingly.

Letting the sheet drop behind her she turned on the shower to let it warm up. She looked in the mirror 'Oh My Kami! I look awful' she exclaimed. She looked like a wet dog, black bags underneath her eyes and the color had gone from her skin. Her balance was still something of a mockery as she nearly fell into the shower. 'What the hell is going on with me', bracing herself she closed the shower door and stepped into the soothing hot water.

Sighing with relief she grabbed the bar of soap and lathered her skin. While running the soap multiple times over her skin she checked herself for any lesions, bruises, or any other possible thing that could have occurred in her earlier state. Noticing that her machine did a splendid job on healing her she smiled and soaped her legs. Stepping under the stream of water coming from the ceiling Bulma could not help but feel a new sensation that she had never felt. It was like there was something more of her. Blaming it on being dead for almost a day she grabbed a bottle of shampoo and washed her tail.

That's when she felt it, something soft and wet brush against her calf. Turning around to catch the perpetrator she alarmingly found no one in sight. Opening the shower door she looked around to see if the pervert had left, but it was too hard to see with all the steam in the room. 'Well Bulma, you have been dead. I'm sure that your body is just rebooting itself, making sure everything works', the blue haired vixen told herself and went back to washing the shampoo out of her hair. Massaging her scalp under the stream she again felt something brush itself on her leg. Turning around in circles she found not one single thing that could have touched her. Turning around to look at her back she noticed to her horror something had attached itself to her lower back. "What the hell is that thing!!?" Launching herself out of the shower she went to the vanity mirror. Wiping away the condensation she examined herself. She looked perfectly normal, but when she turned around there waving at her like some dumb fool was a long, slender, cerulean tail.

Looking dumbfounded at herself she couldn't not believe what she was seeing. 'It must be a hallucination. I don't have a tail', coaching herself that what she was seeing was not really real. Her new appendage was wild and had a mind of its own. Wrapping itself around her torso for warmth, Bulma looked down at it. Carefully she stroked the tail, realizing that it was real she opened her mouth and let out the loudest scream known to anyone. Warriors training in the GR even stopped mid punch.

Vegeta snapped out when he heard Bulma's scream coming from the quarters next to him. Appearing in front of her he screams, "Woman where the HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!?" "Vegeta get OUT!" "NOT UNTIL YOU TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK YOU WERE!" "I said GET OUT!!!!!" Bulma screamed as her voice went up a few octaves. Vegeta covered his ears so they wouldn't bleed from her shrill voice. Stomping out of the room he left a few altered Bulma in his wake to take in the full reality. "I….I-I have a…a tail", she spoke to no one and swiftly passed out.

Months went by and ever since that day Bulma never wore her usual tight and revealing clothing much to the dismay of everyone living at the base. Vegeta took particular notice to this as he knew that the woman delighted in wearing the most immodest outfits when she was around him. Leaving her alone he did not once question about what was wrong the day she got out of the regeneration tank, how the glass had gotten broken or anything of the sort. They actually had not seen much of each other for quite some time. This was because of Bulma's doing. Every two weeks she would install a new upgrade for the GR in the wee hours of the morning while she repaired any damages Vegeta had done. Bulma was putting in over time and it showed. She missed certain calculations, and once even completely destroyed the GRs electrical system. Her sluggishness was due to the fact that she was no longer human anymore. The morning after she had gotten out of the rejuvenation tank she had made sure to find out what the hell had happened to her.

Walking into her lab she cleaned the floor of the glass first. Stepping over to the tank Bulma first realized the signal flashing to the right. As she read the warning it was putting out the whole thing finally made sense to her. She had designed the rejuvenation tank for the Saiyan's first because of their usual training habits and how they looked after coming back from purging missions. Frezia always gave the Saiyan's the hardest and most difficult missions because of their strength. It was second to none other than the Cold race. But seeing as the Cold race was a dying one the superior race conquered the Saiyan's in an epic battle and forced the Saiyan's to do their bidding.

Bulma walked over to her work station and picked up a sheet of paper. The paper confirmed her suspicions. The work that she had done was to improve the rejuvenation tank to be able to adapt to different species put into it and heal without any cross-contamination of species or possibly mutation. Dropping the paper Bulma realized what she had become. A Saiyan, no difference in blood from Vegeta, Nappa, and every other surviving Saiyan. Another thought dawned on the scientist. She was the only female Saiyan. Frezia and his race had made sure that the Saiyan race would not be able to repopulate. The males were the pride of the race, excelling further in strength which is was the Cold race was looking for. Brute strength and nothing more.

End Flashback

A sweating and pissed off female Saiyan emerged from the GR and headed to her room. His heinous would be arriving in thirty minutes and she had to be there. Stepping into her room she flung her armor and spandex to the floor and showered all the while getting more pissed.

--Loading Dock--

Standing with her arms crossed she cursed Frezia for giving her this assignment and cursed Vegeta even further for returning. The other Saiyan's who where currently not on a mission also attended the Prince's return. Seeing the large space pod begin its decent Bulma scowled 'this soon?' Her thoughts drifted to how Vegeta first reacted to the knowledge of her being a Saiyan. It was all and more than what she had expected.

Flashback

A purple alien had come rushing into the laboratory. "Miss. Bulma! Hurry! Frezia as asked for your presence in the audience chamber", the alien grabbed Bulma by the arm and raced off dragging her along. Flying into the chamber where Frezia sat the alien bowed and shoved Bulma ahead of him. "You are dismissed", Frezia spoke and waved his hand.

Sliding off of his chair he walked towards Bulma, "My dear Bulma. I have not had the pleasure of your company for some time. Do tell me, how have you been seeing as you have already died?" The white and purple alien walked closer eyeing her with something in mind. "I-I'm sorry. I would have come sooner if I had known that you wished my presence", Bulma stammered. 'Ugh, how disgusting'. "Ha-ha, now Bulma, you know the ways in which I desire you. Yet it is forbidden to take one not of our race. So I guess I shall just have to watch", with out allowing Bulma any time to counter his movement Frezia quickly stripped her of the clothing she wore. Bulma shrieked and tried desperately to cover her most private parts. "You sick son of a bitch! What the hell are you doing?" "I'm making sure that my assumption was correct", Frezia spoke softly. "And I was right too", he said as he stroked her tail. Her eyes fluttered shut and she gave a small moan. 'What's wrong with me?' she questioned herself. At that moment in time Vegeta walked in as usual with his arms crossed and a scowl.

Scampering behind Frezia she begged, "Please Frezia, I beg of you. Don't do this; please don't make him rape me!" "What do you want Frezia and what is the woman talking about rape for", Vegeta's rugged voice rang throughout the chamber. Grinning Frezia wrapped his long white tail around Bulma. While bringing her into Vegeta's view he quietly hissed, "I called you here Vegeta because she has been keeping something very important from you. And being the Prince of your race, I felt that you should be the first to know of a new addition." Bulma struggled in Frezia's grasp wanting desperately to be invisible to Vegeta at the moment. She wanted to tell him, but not like this, but when she was ready. "NOOO", she howled squirming more violently only to be stopped by the tightening of his tail around her neck. "What do you mean you sick twisted", but Vegeta was cut off, "LOOK at her Vegeta! Do you know notice anything different about her?" Turning his eyes he focused on Bulma. Taking in her naked form he noticed a new addition. "What the-", he could not speak. "Yes Vegeta. She is what you think. A female Saiyan, the only female of your race", Frezia's booming voice filled the room.

Reaching out he touched the tail which unraveled and wrapped itself around his wrist. "Please…" Bulma whispered as she was loosing oxygen fast, "...let go…of me". Frezia let go and Bulma fell into a heap on the ground coughing and gasping for air. "How could this have happened", Vegeta questioned in disbelief. "Why ask me? How should I know? Ask her", Frezia said simply and nudged Bulma with his foot. Picking her up by the shoulders, "What the hell happened? What the fuck did you do…how did this happen", Vegeta demanded with a threatening tone. Tears streamed down her porcelain skin, "When-when you put me in the rejuvenation tank…it was only programmed to heal Saiyans. When I was put in there…the tank…it-it changed me", her voice was barley above a whisper. Vegeta snarled and threw Bulma across the room and stormed out.

Sobbing, Bulma gathered herself in a fetal position wishing that she was home on Earth and that everything thing was as it should be. A pair of white arms picked her up, "There there my precious. I hope that that mean ol' Vegeta wasn't to rough on you. Now that you're a Saiyan you have many more promising uses for you." "Please…leave me alone, don't touch me", Bulma cried struggling in his grasp.

For two months Bulma and Vegeta had not had once glimpse of each other. Nor did they wish to see each other. Now that Frezia knew of Bulma's new state he had ordered her to train as well as continue on the needed maintenance of her machines and building of anything else he had required. Bulma tried to find anyway out of trained that her mind could come up with. 'I may be a Saiyan, but I am still human at heart' was the thought that would go through her mind.

End Flashback

Wind came rushing past her body from the space pod. With a thud the spacecraft landed and a large platform dropped. Squinting her eyes she saw Vegeta exit the ship with his fellow Saiyans hot on his tail. Her tail swished behind her in agitation. Her scowl deepened as she took in his form. Head held high, sculpted body, everything about him screams royalty. 'I'll never bow to you Vegeta' Bulma thought. Waltzing up to Bulma, Vegeta was the first to speak. "What are you doing here?" Barring her teeth, Bulma spoke in a low voice, "As if I would wish to come see your return. Frezia wishes you to meet in him in his audience chambers. You know the way", she finished quickly and left. "Insolent woman, how dare you", Vegeta formed a ki blast in his hand and released it at Bulma's back. Phasing out of the way Bulma appeared in front of her now Prince and slapped him across the face. "You son of a motherless whore! Don't you EVER send a ki blast in my direction unless you want to finish what you started", as she spat at Vegeta, then took off to the sky towards the mountains in the distance. Rubbing his jaw with one hand Vegeta grinned, "Still feisty as ever. Kami, it's good to be back." The rest of the Saiyans laughed and headed for Frezia's room.

All afternoon Bulma spent in the mountains. It was her new place to go to seeing as relaxing at the base was impossible unless wanting to die like she had. There was a beautiful waterfall deep within the forest which nourished a pond. Bulma came here at least once a week to get away from the daily life of what she had been accustomed to. When the third sun had finally set Bulma headed back because she and Ruta were to meet for training. Walking into her personal GR she immediately began stretching, "You know Ruta, everything was find until Vegeta had to come back. 'What are you doing here', saying it like I'm some insignificant bug on the bottom of his show. He hasn't changed one bit, once an asshole always an asshole I guess." Spreading her legs apart she leaned forwards to stretch her back out. Look upside down at the GR she did not see Ruta anywhere. Just a lone figure against the wall with arms crossed. Continuing her stretching Bulma calmly stated, "Get out Vegeta. This is my personal gravity room. I am expecting…" "Ruta yes I know. She was here but I told her that you were not going to train with her tonight", Vegeta stated calmly while walking over to her. "WHAT", Bulma stood up right and met Vegeta in the middle of the room, "And why the hell would you do that! Who the hell gave you permission to do anything of the sort? You may be the Prince of Saiyans but that does not give you the right to go about ordering people around you arrogant shit!"

"Woman, I have the power to do that because I out rank everyone here. Therefore it goes from Frezia to me to who ever I damn well tell. Besides, I wouldn't want to miss on catching up with you", with a quick smirk Vegeta sent a ki blast for Bulma's midsection. Moving to the side she missed the blast almost completely. The ball of energy grazed the side of her torso and burned through her spandex. With a menacing glare Bulma fired back with equal quickness and energy. "Gravity to 800", Bulma called out and squatted in a fighting stance. With a smile she said, "Let's seen then what the all mighty Prince of Saiyans has got".

Both Saiyans moved with blinding speed. Punches, kicks, and ki blasts flew through the air but met nothing but air. Panting heavily Vegeta egged Bulma on, "is that all you've got? Ha, pathetic", for added point Vegeta swiftly kiss Bulma full on the lips. Stumbling backwards Bulma gave Vegeta a cross look. "A—how could you?" Powering up even more, being tired was thrown out the window. Forming a huge ki blast Bulma gave a cry and threw it at Vegeta, phasing out right after the release she appeared right behind Vegeta and kicked him hard in the back sending him in the direction of the ki blast. With a sadistic grin Bulma watched Vegeta collide with the ki blast and thrown to the floor.

But something was wrong, with a hint of concern Bulma cautiously walked toward Vegeta's laying heap. "Vegeta…" she called while lightly touching him with her foot. Suddenly Vegeta grabbed her leg and flung her across the GR and smashed into the wall creating a large dent. Sliding down the wall Bulma called out another command to the GR, "Gravity simulation 9". The machine whirled and buzzed and both Saiyans could feel the gravity changing. Bulma smirked, this was her latest upgrade to the GR it was a simulation to change the gravity at any point in time without warning, this way the warriors would learn to adapt quicker. Standing up Bulma again squatted into a fighting stand awaiting her opponent. Each looked near to death. Both outfits barley clung to their bodies courteous of the ki blasts, blood trickled down the side of Bulma's mouth while Vegeta had a large open gash along his back.

"Now you will regret the day you touched me" Bulma spat out and lunged for the other Saiyan. The battle ensued, each Saiyan being pushed to their limits. "What are you talking about" Vegeta questioned as he blocked an onslaught of punches. Flipping backwards in the air Bulma landed five feet away. "Tell me you don't remember that night eight years ago. I know you do, you loved every minute of it. Don't lie to my face Vegeta, I may not be a Saiyan at heart, but I damn well know when I've been raped or not." Vegeta stood there dumbfounded; he could not recall a day in his life when he took someone by force, especially her. "To stupid to remember I see" Bulma cooed, "Well allow me to refresh your memory about the night before you left eight years ago" she finished while springing into action.

Flashback (Narrated by Bulma)

It was months since Frezia revealed my secret to you Vegeta about being a Saiyan. I had been silently praying that you would somehow forgive me for keeping such a thing from you. But unlike me you know no such thing. That night you threw me away from you like some diseased leper, changed my point of view on you. You used me for everything I could give you save my virginity. But the one time I was too frightened to go to anyone about my problem you weren't there for me. I would have understood if later on that night you came to me and was the Saiyan I had come accustomed to. But no, your damn pride and lack of trust tarnished everything. I had thought I had been cast into hell, but you proved to best even that.

Remember the night before you were to leave on your long mission? Of course you do, you were about to kill anyone in sight because Frezia would not let you go ahead of time because of your rut. Yes, I know now that Saiyans go into a rut every five years and that they are uncontrollable around anything of the opposite sex. But you were to short sighted to realize what Frezia had in store for you. Remember the time when you first found out about me being a Saiyan. Remember when Frezia told me that it was against the laws of the Cold race to take one that is not their own. So, being that he could not himself take me, he would watch instead. Frezia waited for the opportune moment, your rut.

You had been summoned by Frezia to meet him in a private room. One which had no windows, no furniture save one chair. I to had been summoned, for reasons I knew would come. I heard the door open and knew that it was you he had summoned. Who else would he prefer than his left hand man to perform the job at hand? You said to Frezia, "What is the meaning of this? Why is she here? You know what sort of condition I am in" as you walked further in the room coming to stand next to me. I could see that your body was shaking from holding yourself back. "Get out", it was the one thing that alerted me that you had recognized and acknowledged my presence. I stayed where I was because I knew that if I ran, I would have suffered a sever punishment from Frezia and that I did not want to sustain any further injury I was sure to have by the end of the night. "Ah, but Vegeta she must stay here. How are you to curb your instincts if a woman as fine as she is is not in your presence? I am sure that you do not wish to satisfy yourself, at least not tonight. No, Bulma is here to comfort your needs, and mine as well" Frezia walked to the chair and sat down, crossing his legs in a very feminine fashion. It had dawned on you the meaning of not being allowed off the station during your rut, why you and I had been summoned to the same room at the same time. A room with nothing in it, nothing to get in the way of the nights activities, no one to interrupt, nothing. It was just you, me and Frezia. By order you were to take me and take me you did Vegeta.

Pouncing on me my gut instincts kicked in and I ran, but I wasn't fast enough. You easily grabbed me and wasted no time in shredding my clothing. You looked me in the eyes and I saw nothing by pure need to satisfy your urges by any means. They were so dark, cold, hollow yet full of life. I couldn't understand it but I did when my skin burned as a one of your hands made its way to my breast. I kicked you harshly, enough to break your concentration and began to run again. This time I was cornered by you, picking me up you tossed me to the middle of the room. I cried, cried because I knew that I was going to be raped, raped by someone I had trusted never to hurt me. Yes it was an order, but you sill could have said no, you could have refused and suffered the punishment instead. But no, you had to use me like a common whore.

I saw you shed your clothing, seeing your engorged length twitching in excitement. Kneeling down you stroked my leg up to my inner thigh, brushing your hand over my most intimate part. Crawling over me your other hand grabbed my chin, forcing me into a bruising kiss. I struggled in your grasp desperately trying to push you away. I bit your tongue drawing blood hoping that you would release me, but you did the opposite. You deepened the kiss, sliding your tongue over my teeth making sure that every corner had been touched by you. Your free hand grabbed my tail at the base and tickled the hairs to relax me and make me more accommodating to you. Every inch of my body hurt, the pain you caused with each stroke was like plunging a thousand knifes into me and then twisting them. Your kiss felt like pins sticking in me.

I remember your hand at my back trailing upward, causing a searing pain in its wake. Your hand came around the front to grasp a pert breast, circling your thumb around my nipple. Releasing my mouth you roughly shoved my on my back attacking my breasts with both hands and your mouth. You could have torn off a nipple by how hard you were biting them and each nibble and each caress you gave to me plunged me more and more into the depth of pain I had not known existed. Your penis hovered over my entrance, teasing yourself by letting the head enter and then removed it.

I continued crying, my body heaving in the midst of pain. Finished with your teasing you roughly flipped me over and make me get onto my hands and knees. I could barley hold myself up I was too distraught.

Positioning yourself at my entrance you squeezed my hips and slammed into me. I though that I had known pain, but my body could not contain itself as you pushed your whole length into me. My elbows gave out and I did all that I could, I screamed. Screamed for someone to help, begged you to stop to not go any further. But you were deaf to all. Your focus was on one thing, fulfillment. I could hardly breath I was in so much pain, yet you allowed me no time to get use to your invasion. Swift and hard you thrust into me. At first my body flailed, I tried to move but I was either stricken with pain or your grip tightened. Shortly after entering I felt you stiffen and a pulsing sensation as your fluid spilled into me. But one time was not enough for you was it. You had to take me again and again and again that night.

After releasing into me you managed to roll each of us so that I was now straddling you as if I was on a horse. Planting your feet with your knees bent to hold me into place you bucked your hips. Sliding me up and down, your eyes watched delightfully as my breasts bounced with each movement of your hips. Both hands latched onto my breasts squeezing them, massaging them, anything you could come up with. Faster and faster you would thrust into me. My body hurt, and because of that I shut down. I made myself dormant to anything around me. I did not feel anything, your touch; the feelings that my body wanted to do to betray me, nothing. You made me just as hollow as you Vegeta and I will never forgive you for that.

End Flashback

"That my dear Vegeta", Bulma's hand smashed into Vegeta's face causing him to fly backwards, "Is what you did to me, you violated me in the worse way possible. Now tell me that you don't remember that." Struggling to get up Vegeta glared at her, "No I do not remember such a thing. You must have been mistaken. Do you think that I would have done such a thing if I was in the right frame of mind, especially to you" firing a large ki blast in Bulma did not have time to react. Flung onto the ground she did not move. Telling Vegeta what he had done to her years ago brought back all the pain and emotional scaring. Silently she cried and her lips parted for one last statement. "I couldn't care less if you were the last Saiyan on this god forsaken planet, I would not mourn your passing. You cannot do anything that will make what you did to me disappear. I'm done with wasting my time on you Vegeta and I'm tired of getting hurt. Now get out."

So what do you all think? I tired to no get to into the rape scene. But I'm sure that some of you will think otherwise. So the plot thickens, and you've finally found out what happened between Bulma and Vegeta on that night. I'm open for any suggestions! I'd be happy with reviews telling me your thoughts! I'll work on chapter 4 soon!