Warning - there are references to rape here... Not gratuitous, but if you
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'I... I don't usually do this, you know.' With her slipping cautiously through the broken door, Vegeta stared after her longingly. Well, that was random, he thought as he listened to her soft footsteps on the carpeted stairs and beyond. One minute they were talking and the next... In his state of mind, anything was possible. He thought about this as he smiled proudly to himself. The smile faded ever so slightly, though it still remained as he realised he'd never felt this way about another person before. So he just lay there, naked under the sheets, and pondered what had just happened..
chapter 7... drain you
The next day, Vegeta was more focused than he had been in a long while. He could concentrate on his training and nothing disturbed his thoughts. Well, nothing except Bulma. She haunted them in a good way though. He felt contempt whenever he thought of her. She was the breath of life he needed. He'd spent most of the day not thinking like usual, but training. He trained long and hard, like he used to. His ki attacks were spot on, his strength increased ever so slightly, that little bit nearer to his goal of attaining super saiyan level. He'd eaten a five course meal, his usual for midday, which he had needed. Last night he'd got back some of the sleep he had lost over the past weeks too.
It was now evening, and Vegeta was still training. The gravity was set to 500, as usual, and the saiyan had lost all track of time. He was fully absorbed in his training. Suddenly, the pressure dropped; Vegeta was in mid flight, chasing after some ki which then smashed into the wall it was heading for. Vegeta's head hit the ceiling, and he yelled aloud, cursing the ceiling for being there.
"A ta ta ta ta ta..." Levitating, he wondered why the pressure had dropped. He knew when he saw Bulma there, one hand over her mouth in an attempt to hide her amusement. Vegeta didn't know how to react at first, but then tried to act tough. "What's so funny, huh? Can't you see what you did by opening the door? Bah, foolish woman..."
Bulma tooks a few more steps in until she was standing directly beneath him. She cleared her throat and then smiled. "Well hi to you too... Don't you know what time it is? You've been training all day. I brought you some food..." Vegeta floated down from the ceiling, his head still throbbing slightly. She held out the tray to him; there was a large bowl of fried rice, a plate of tempura and a whole pile of tonkatsu, his favourite.
"I am hungry come to mention it..." He sat cross legged on the tiles and started to wolf down the rice and tempura, and Bulma watched in disbelief.
"I'd forgotten you ate so fast... You hadn't been eating properly for weeks..." Vegeta glanced up momentarily, then carried on eating. "I was concerned, but it seems that you're OK now... Ahem... Do you want to tell me what was wrong?" Vegeta had stopped eating, and was studying a piece of his tonkatsu thoughtfully. "Do you miss your planet where you came from?"
"No. There is nothing there to miss... It was destroyed by Frieza when Kakarot and I were still infants. I can barely remember it at all." He now resumed eating, though slower than before. Bulma realised that he didn't want to talk about it.
"So, about last night... I'm... Sorry." Bulma's head drooped as she said this, glancing to the side.
"Why do you apologise?" Vegeta began to worry. What if she had made a mistake? What if she had just been having a moment? Or what if she came to tell him that she didn't feel the same way as he did? Although he hadn't said anything about the way he felt, she may have known... somehow.
"Well, you know, me having to leave when we were, you know...Next time I promise to turn off my cell phone... Iiii!" She quickly slapped her hands over her mouth. Vegeta raised a curious eyebrow, and Bulma then snapped her hands behind her back. "Well, if there were to be a next time, that is... Not that I'm suggesting anything or saying that you should, but things lead to other things and... Just shut up, Bulma, just quit digging..." She started to back towards the door. "I should leave you to your training, erm... What? What is it?!" Vegeta was sat there, laughing to himself as he ate, and Bulma put her hands on her hips, knowing very well that she had embarrassed herself and that Vegeta knew too. She started to laugh out loud. And walked back over to sit next to Vegeta.
They sat for about half an hour, just talking about random things. Well, it was mostly Bulma talking about shopping and the business and seeing her friends, and Vegeta just listening to her. He thought that even though her voice could shatter glass when she was nagging, her voice was a balm to listen to when she was just talking. He could have sat there for a lot longer, just listening, but he wanted more than just her voice.
"So then there was this guy called Pilaf who locked us in this cell thing, and that was when we found out that Goku could transform into that werewolf thing... Well not a werewolf, more of a weremonkey! He just looked at the full moon outside and... What's wrong?" Bulma noticed that Vegeta was staring her in the eyes. He couldn't help it, He wanted her, and knew that she wanted the same.
"Should we? We're in the training room.... Anyone could just walk in you know..."
"Not when they know I'm in here, most humans on this complex fear me... Except for you, B... Bulma..." He'd called her by her name again... He couldn't help it, it felt more natural to call this woman by her name, now. Bulma's face lit up, and she shuffled up to him and kissed him. Vegeta thought it was just as good as the previous night. Who said that these earthlings needed beds to mate?
Within minutes they were mostly naked and lying on a heap of their clothes, covering broken floor tiles. He was inside of her, their bodies intertwined, pressing against each other firmly. Vegeta was on top, thrusting downwards and Bulma was accepting it with pleasure. Both were breathing heavily in the heat of passion, each and every muscle was strained. Every motion was deep and meaningful and the two of them were loving every minute of it.
Bulma glanced into Vegeta's eyes, and saw, when he looked down at her that they were electric blue, instead of black. This alarmed her a little, but then she thought that this might happen when saiyans 'mate'.
Vegeta knew now; it wasn't just mating, this was... 'making love'. Vegeta glanced into Bulma's face, and saw a perfect balance of peace and pleasure. He was synchronously clenching his eyes shut as he heaved, momentarily glancing at his lover's face. The two of them simultaneously began to climax, the saiyan's hair flickering with golden highlights with the following thrusts, and Bulma gasping. Vegeta opened his eyes to see her head turned to the side and such a look of pain on her face that caused Vegeta pain to see. Vegeta came, in this moment of shock, and couldn't take his eyes off her face when she screamed with terror, it seemed. 'What the fuck?!' Vegeta thought alarmingly. He withdrew from her, and now knelt over her.
"What's the matter? Have I harmed you?" After Vegeta had said this he could hear faint laughing. He looked around frantically, seeing no one else in the gravity chamber. His eyes widened when he look at Bulma's naked, shaking body, streaked with blood between her thighs and across her face. She was still bleeding. "Shit!" Vegeta blamed himself and moved around to her head, and lifted it up. Bulma winced and started crying. The tears cleaned the skin underneath the blood, leaving a pattern of streaks in it. Vegeta's eyes were wide, now fading from electric blue to the charcoal that they had always been, and as this happened, he got a thought in his head. He realised that he was the one in control, once again. Like he had always been, in the past. Like he should be. Like a prince should be! He'd beaten this woman down, and she was at his mercy. He suddenly punched her in the face, and she screamed aloud, blood dribbling from the older wounds that had been disturbed. "Vegeta, no! What're you do... Ah!" Another feline blow to her face and she blacked out. Vegeta's face was completely phlegmatic as he belted her again. She didn't respond at all. He sardonically kissed her on the cheek, and stood up. Looking down at her body, somewhat twisted as she lay unconscious, he felt a cool breeze sweep across his naked body. The body on the floor twitched, and he began to power up, just ever so slightly. Just enough to make a small crater out of this street. He felt a tingling gently flowing around his hand, and he held it downwards towards the woman. She just lay there, unresponsive. He held his hand there, just watching her, waiting for her to plead for her life, or at least trying to run away. She didn't even tremble now. She could have been dead, her life force was so low. She may as well have been, Vegeta couldn'r sense a lot of hope for her now. He decided that she should be left, left to die in nature's way. After all, it was fate.
He started to remember what had happened prior to this. She's been lying there, trying to run away when she had fallen in the street. She had been lying there, looking up at him, just shaking and silent. Vegeta had thought to himself, as far as this species was concerned, she was pretty attractive. He had toyed with her for a while, just to put some fear into her. When she started to cry out for help to her dead friends and then lost hope when she saw them staring back at her with their hollow eye sockets. She was lying there, cowering to the ground and it was then that Vegeta made her into his plaything. He knew that she'd die, but Vegeta didn't care; he didn't fear death because it would come to him in due time, not by another's hand. Suddenly an idea poured into his mind, from something that he had seen the older saiyans do when ransacking a town. This was to be the first and last time he was to ever do this, but he knew what to do from being forced to watch. He got on top of her, and had snatched off her ragged clothes. She'd covered herself up; Vegeta had grabbed her so forcefully yet with a slight gesture and broken her arm. She'd screamed, and Vegeta had lost his temper a little. He'd grabbed her, and turned her onto her back. She was tossing and turning underneath him, trying to get away. Then he had slid his tight pants down past his hips, and began to sexually attack her. She was screaming, and he was sneering at her. This was brief; her struggling effortlessly, and him hitting her across the face, feeling her breasts, wrenching her thighs open effortlessly, thrusting fully and painfully into her, so that she screamed. He thrust inside of her and she began bleeding as the merciless prince's efforts had broken her. And she sat heaving as she cried and bled. She called him a monster, and he had scowled. That is when he had hit her. He closed his eyes, but could still see her there. He knew then that he had made a terrible mistake.
Upon opening his eyes the street was now tiled, as it had been before he had attacked her. The cracked, terracotta tiles were stained with blood, and there lay Bulma, as she had done before, now unconscious, surrounded by the almost silent hum of the gravity enhancer.
"Oh Jesus..." It felt as though Vegeta himself had been raped. He could barely believe what he had done. There lay the woman he had fallen for, in a pool of her own blood. Why the hell had he done it?? Wat had made him do it? What the hell gave him the idea to do this?! He'd fallen back into his past, remembering the actual rape he had committed. He'd basically re- enacted it, and he didn't even realise it until it was too late. Vegeta frantically searched for a pulse, to no avail. He had killed her, just like the woman from his memory of long ago. He didn't have a clue what to do now. How the hell did you get someone to wake up? Vegeta had been brought up in the school of ending lives, not saving them.
His life was shattered; the one thing that gave his life meaning was dissolved by his own hand, as quickly as it had come.
Vegeta had dressed himself, and wrapped Bulma's lifeless body in a towel. He had sat beside her body for the best part of half an hour, when he saw it. A twitch. Nothing major, but it was movement of the very slightest. Vegeta leant over her, and indeed found a weak pulse. He hadn't killed her! Maybe it was just luck, or maybe he *did* control it now. Either way, he scooped Bulma's body into his arms and left the gravity chamber, and flew as fat as he could to the nearest hospital.
Within minutes, Vegeta landed in front of the hospital's automatic glass doors and ran into the hospital ignoring those around who watched as he flew in from the sky. He carefully places Bulma on a chair in the waiting room of the A&E, and then ran out again. He didn't want to be seen with her, for what he had done. For the first time in his life, the mighty prince Vegeta felt ashamed.
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'I... I don't usually do this, you know.' With her slipping cautiously through the broken door, Vegeta stared after her longingly. Well, that was random, he thought as he listened to her soft footsteps on the carpeted stairs and beyond. One minute they were talking and the next... In his state of mind, anything was possible. He thought about this as he smiled proudly to himself. The smile faded ever so slightly, though it still remained as he realised he'd never felt this way about another person before. So he just lay there, naked under the sheets, and pondered what had just happened..
chapter 7... drain you
The next day, Vegeta was more focused than he had been in a long while. He could concentrate on his training and nothing disturbed his thoughts. Well, nothing except Bulma. She haunted them in a good way though. He felt contempt whenever he thought of her. She was the breath of life he needed. He'd spent most of the day not thinking like usual, but training. He trained long and hard, like he used to. His ki attacks were spot on, his strength increased ever so slightly, that little bit nearer to his goal of attaining super saiyan level. He'd eaten a five course meal, his usual for midday, which he had needed. Last night he'd got back some of the sleep he had lost over the past weeks too.
It was now evening, and Vegeta was still training. The gravity was set to 500, as usual, and the saiyan had lost all track of time. He was fully absorbed in his training. Suddenly, the pressure dropped; Vegeta was in mid flight, chasing after some ki which then smashed into the wall it was heading for. Vegeta's head hit the ceiling, and he yelled aloud, cursing the ceiling for being there.
"A ta ta ta ta ta..." Levitating, he wondered why the pressure had dropped. He knew when he saw Bulma there, one hand over her mouth in an attempt to hide her amusement. Vegeta didn't know how to react at first, but then tried to act tough. "What's so funny, huh? Can't you see what you did by opening the door? Bah, foolish woman..."
Bulma tooks a few more steps in until she was standing directly beneath him. She cleared her throat and then smiled. "Well hi to you too... Don't you know what time it is? You've been training all day. I brought you some food..." Vegeta floated down from the ceiling, his head still throbbing slightly. She held out the tray to him; there was a large bowl of fried rice, a plate of tempura and a whole pile of tonkatsu, his favourite.
"I am hungry come to mention it..." He sat cross legged on the tiles and started to wolf down the rice and tempura, and Bulma watched in disbelief.
"I'd forgotten you ate so fast... You hadn't been eating properly for weeks..." Vegeta glanced up momentarily, then carried on eating. "I was concerned, but it seems that you're OK now... Ahem... Do you want to tell me what was wrong?" Vegeta had stopped eating, and was studying a piece of his tonkatsu thoughtfully. "Do you miss your planet where you came from?"
"No. There is nothing there to miss... It was destroyed by Frieza when Kakarot and I were still infants. I can barely remember it at all." He now resumed eating, though slower than before. Bulma realised that he didn't want to talk about it.
"So, about last night... I'm... Sorry." Bulma's head drooped as she said this, glancing to the side.
"Why do you apologise?" Vegeta began to worry. What if she had made a mistake? What if she had just been having a moment? Or what if she came to tell him that she didn't feel the same way as he did? Although he hadn't said anything about the way he felt, she may have known... somehow.
"Well, you know, me having to leave when we were, you know...Next time I promise to turn off my cell phone... Iiii!" She quickly slapped her hands over her mouth. Vegeta raised a curious eyebrow, and Bulma then snapped her hands behind her back. "Well, if there were to be a next time, that is... Not that I'm suggesting anything or saying that you should, but things lead to other things and... Just shut up, Bulma, just quit digging..." She started to back towards the door. "I should leave you to your training, erm... What? What is it?!" Vegeta was sat there, laughing to himself as he ate, and Bulma put her hands on her hips, knowing very well that she had embarrassed herself and that Vegeta knew too. She started to laugh out loud. And walked back over to sit next to Vegeta.
They sat for about half an hour, just talking about random things. Well, it was mostly Bulma talking about shopping and the business and seeing her friends, and Vegeta just listening to her. He thought that even though her voice could shatter glass when she was nagging, her voice was a balm to listen to when she was just talking. He could have sat there for a lot longer, just listening, but he wanted more than just her voice.
"So then there was this guy called Pilaf who locked us in this cell thing, and that was when we found out that Goku could transform into that werewolf thing... Well not a werewolf, more of a weremonkey! He just looked at the full moon outside and... What's wrong?" Bulma noticed that Vegeta was staring her in the eyes. He couldn't help it, He wanted her, and knew that she wanted the same.
"Should we? We're in the training room.... Anyone could just walk in you know..."
"Not when they know I'm in here, most humans on this complex fear me... Except for you, B... Bulma..." He'd called her by her name again... He couldn't help it, it felt more natural to call this woman by her name, now. Bulma's face lit up, and she shuffled up to him and kissed him. Vegeta thought it was just as good as the previous night. Who said that these earthlings needed beds to mate?
Within minutes they were mostly naked and lying on a heap of their clothes, covering broken floor tiles. He was inside of her, their bodies intertwined, pressing against each other firmly. Vegeta was on top, thrusting downwards and Bulma was accepting it with pleasure. Both were breathing heavily in the heat of passion, each and every muscle was strained. Every motion was deep and meaningful and the two of them were loving every minute of it.
Bulma glanced into Vegeta's eyes, and saw, when he looked down at her that they were electric blue, instead of black. This alarmed her a little, but then she thought that this might happen when saiyans 'mate'.
Vegeta knew now; it wasn't just mating, this was... 'making love'. Vegeta glanced into Bulma's face, and saw a perfect balance of peace and pleasure. He was synchronously clenching his eyes shut as he heaved, momentarily glancing at his lover's face. The two of them simultaneously began to climax, the saiyan's hair flickering with golden highlights with the following thrusts, and Bulma gasping. Vegeta opened his eyes to see her head turned to the side and such a look of pain on her face that caused Vegeta pain to see. Vegeta came, in this moment of shock, and couldn't take his eyes off her face when she screamed with terror, it seemed. 'What the fuck?!' Vegeta thought alarmingly. He withdrew from her, and now knelt over her.
"What's the matter? Have I harmed you?" After Vegeta had said this he could hear faint laughing. He looked around frantically, seeing no one else in the gravity chamber. His eyes widened when he look at Bulma's naked, shaking body, streaked with blood between her thighs and across her face. She was still bleeding. "Shit!" Vegeta blamed himself and moved around to her head, and lifted it up. Bulma winced and started crying. The tears cleaned the skin underneath the blood, leaving a pattern of streaks in it. Vegeta's eyes were wide, now fading from electric blue to the charcoal that they had always been, and as this happened, he got a thought in his head. He realised that he was the one in control, once again. Like he had always been, in the past. Like he should be. Like a prince should be! He'd beaten this woman down, and she was at his mercy. He suddenly punched her in the face, and she screamed aloud, blood dribbling from the older wounds that had been disturbed. "Vegeta, no! What're you do... Ah!" Another feline blow to her face and she blacked out. Vegeta's face was completely phlegmatic as he belted her again. She didn't respond at all. He sardonically kissed her on the cheek, and stood up. Looking down at her body, somewhat twisted as she lay unconscious, he felt a cool breeze sweep across his naked body. The body on the floor twitched, and he began to power up, just ever so slightly. Just enough to make a small crater out of this street. He felt a tingling gently flowing around his hand, and he held it downwards towards the woman. She just lay there, unresponsive. He held his hand there, just watching her, waiting for her to plead for her life, or at least trying to run away. She didn't even tremble now. She could have been dead, her life force was so low. She may as well have been, Vegeta couldn'r sense a lot of hope for her now. He decided that she should be left, left to die in nature's way. After all, it was fate.
He started to remember what had happened prior to this. She's been lying there, trying to run away when she had fallen in the street. She had been lying there, looking up at him, just shaking and silent. Vegeta had thought to himself, as far as this species was concerned, she was pretty attractive. He had toyed with her for a while, just to put some fear into her. When she started to cry out for help to her dead friends and then lost hope when she saw them staring back at her with their hollow eye sockets. She was lying there, cowering to the ground and it was then that Vegeta made her into his plaything. He knew that she'd die, but Vegeta didn't care; he didn't fear death because it would come to him in due time, not by another's hand. Suddenly an idea poured into his mind, from something that he had seen the older saiyans do when ransacking a town. This was to be the first and last time he was to ever do this, but he knew what to do from being forced to watch. He got on top of her, and had snatched off her ragged clothes. She'd covered herself up; Vegeta had grabbed her so forcefully yet with a slight gesture and broken her arm. She'd screamed, and Vegeta had lost his temper a little. He'd grabbed her, and turned her onto her back. She was tossing and turning underneath him, trying to get away. Then he had slid his tight pants down past his hips, and began to sexually attack her. She was screaming, and he was sneering at her. This was brief; her struggling effortlessly, and him hitting her across the face, feeling her breasts, wrenching her thighs open effortlessly, thrusting fully and painfully into her, so that she screamed. He thrust inside of her and she began bleeding as the merciless prince's efforts had broken her. And she sat heaving as she cried and bled. She called him a monster, and he had scowled. That is when he had hit her. He closed his eyes, but could still see her there. He knew then that he had made a terrible mistake.
Upon opening his eyes the street was now tiled, as it had been before he had attacked her. The cracked, terracotta tiles were stained with blood, and there lay Bulma, as she had done before, now unconscious, surrounded by the almost silent hum of the gravity enhancer.
"Oh Jesus..." It felt as though Vegeta himself had been raped. He could barely believe what he had done. There lay the woman he had fallen for, in a pool of her own blood. Why the hell had he done it?? Wat had made him do it? What the hell gave him the idea to do this?! He'd fallen back into his past, remembering the actual rape he had committed. He'd basically re- enacted it, and he didn't even realise it until it was too late. Vegeta frantically searched for a pulse, to no avail. He had killed her, just like the woman from his memory of long ago. He didn't have a clue what to do now. How the hell did you get someone to wake up? Vegeta had been brought up in the school of ending lives, not saving them.
His life was shattered; the one thing that gave his life meaning was dissolved by his own hand, as quickly as it had come.
Vegeta had dressed himself, and wrapped Bulma's lifeless body in a towel. He had sat beside her body for the best part of half an hour, when he saw it. A twitch. Nothing major, but it was movement of the very slightest. Vegeta leant over her, and indeed found a weak pulse. He hadn't killed her! Maybe it was just luck, or maybe he *did* control it now. Either way, he scooped Bulma's body into his arms and left the gravity chamber, and flew as fat as he could to the nearest hospital.
Within minutes, Vegeta landed in front of the hospital's automatic glass doors and ran into the hospital ignoring those around who watched as he flew in from the sky. He carefully places Bulma on a chair in the waiting room of the A&E, and then ran out again. He didn't want to be seen with her, for what he had done. For the first time in his life, the mighty prince Vegeta felt ashamed.
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