Chapter 3:
He ripped and tore at her already shredded clothing. His grunts and moans. Bulma's scared sobs. But the way he had treated her after he'd destroyed her was clearly burned in her memory.
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She sat in the car as he drove down the highway. Bulma's tears continued to fall down her bruised cheeks. She sat in her own blood in the back seat, trying to figure out what had happened.
"You asshole…" Bulma whispered.
"What was that?" Jake smirked.
"YOU ASSHOLE!" Bulma screamed. "I HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL MY HUSBAND IS THE STRONGEST FIGHTER IN THE UNIVERES AND HE'LL KICK YOUR FUCKING ASS!"
Jake's smirk widened. "Ooh! I'm really scared Bulma. He's probably some fat ass that eats and shits all day." He laughed at himself.
"Go fuck your mother. You probably already have." Bulma whispered.
Jake turned and glared at her.
"What did you say?"
"I CALLED YOU A MOTHER FUCKER YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!!"
The care jerked to a halt. Jake grabbed Bulma by the wrist and pulled her up to the front.
"How dare you, you bitch." He screamed through clenched teeth.
"You're only pissed because you know it's true." She spat.
He swung the door open and flung Bulma out. She landed with a crunch on the side of the freeway. Cold, bracken, and alone.
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"I can't believe that asshole. Vegeta would kick his ass if he found out." Bulma said to herself. She paused.
"I can't tell him, not yet. I'll wait. It's to hard for me to talk about it now."
She stood up and stared at her reflection. Reaching for the cabinet, she snatched a couple towels. She pulled the hair tie out of her hair. After slipping of her rags she turned the faucet, for the bathtub, on. She watched the bath fill and recalled images of what had happened earlier that night. She turned off the faucet and slipped into the warmth. The blood that clung to her inner thighs flooded the water. A few tears dripped into the tub.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Bulma jumped.
"Woman? Where the hell have you been? I'm hungry!"
*Oh no! * Bulma gasped in her mind. *Vegeta! *