Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, and sadly Bulma and Vegeta aren't mine either.

Warning: This story is dark and deals with adult content, heed the rating.

Wishing well

Chapter 3:

In the end she always had his (ownership) name (bruised) branded to her skin.

Along her spine, between her breasts, inside her thighs, her soul, her mind.

Sex with him was a sweet, fiery (painful) pleasure.

Entire universes were created and pulled apart with every thrust, moan, clash of teeth.

Electric charges sparked, atoms fused, and cells divided and mashed together until all that was left was a (sad) beautiful mess.

She always hated (herself) him afterwards.

And yet… yet there she remained, tangled in his arms, in the roots of deceit.

"…All I know is that you love me… in my dreams."

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