A/N: Hi! Here we go again!
I don't own Dragonballz
*thoughts*
WARNING: More twisted Bulma/Turles; mutilation.
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There was a desperate urgency interlaced in Bulma's words which Turles picked up on. The saiyajin then weighed his options, which became increasingly difficult under the siren's seductive gaze. On the one hand, he could satisfy the bloodlust that was raging in him and scar the siren forever...kill her if he so desired. On the other hand...she WANTED this, craved it even, it seemed. Never mind what would happen if his earth-bred brother and Vegeta would do to him if they found out.
Bulma, impatiently waiting for an answer, trailed her brazen hand up Turles thigh, licking her lips as her eyes bore into his. Every notion of sense fled his find as the saiyajin captured Bulma's lips is his, swiping her dagger from her in the process.
He intended to ruin her.
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"Goku...I'm worried."
"Why darling?"
"Something's wrong...something bad's going to happen."
"How do you know, ChiChi?"
"Woman's intuition."
"But...things are so glum right now...why and how could they get any worse?"
"KAKAROTTO!!" Goku whipped his head around to see Vegeta fuming in the doorway. "Where the FUCK is Popo?"
"How should I know?" Goku scratched his head, thoroughly confused at his King's antics.
"AAAARRGH!" Vegeta stormed off, shaking the walls of the couple's cabin.
"What crawled up his ass and died?"
"ChiChi!"
"What? Jeez, I didn't think it was possible for him to get any crabbier."
"Maybe it's because of Bulma..."
"So the high-and-mighty Bulma falls from her pedestal after screwing up, eh?"
"I mean because she's not waking up." snapped Goku, tired of his wife's jealousy.
"Oh. So she's still Miss Heavenly Goddess then, isn't she?"
"ChiChi! How many times do I have to say this? She's my friend, nothing more. You..." Goku trailed his calloused fingers across the raven-haired woman's cheekbone "...are my wife, and this..." Goku stroked ChiChi's inflated belly with his other hand. "...this is our child, and I love you both more than anything. You have to believe me."
"I know. I...it's just that..." ChiChi broke into a fit of tears and curled into her husband's embrace. "Something's going to happen..."
"Shush love, it'll be all right." At that point, Goku was feeling whisperings of a bad omen himself, and wondered if he was reassuring his wife or himself.
~*~
Bulma lay on the bed, Turles atop her. With frenzied, hurried movements the two managed to discard the siren's shirt. Amidst the sexual tension and confusion, Bulma began to have her doubts.
*What am I even doing? Will this help? Of course, of course it will. Everything will just flow away...*
Turles flipped the siren so she was on her back, then ran his hand down her backside, almost as if he was smoothing a piece of paper before drawing a masterpiece.
"Do it slowly, make it fairly deep. I want to be able to feel it." breathed Bulma, the anticipation practically rendering her breathless. Turles took the dagger and examined it; the craftsmanship was remarkable. He ran his finger over the blade, smirking to himself.
"Have no fear siren, you'll feel it all right." Turles sat on Bulma's rear and placed the blade against her tanned skin. Hearing her quietly gasp, the saiyajin chuckled and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "I get to pick what I want to draw, right?" He took her lobe in his teeth and the woman beneath him shivered.
"Anything, just hurry."
Turles smirked, then began slicing through the siren's backside. The agonizing slowness added to Bulma's pain and she started to hyperventilate, throwing her face into a nearby pillow. Each cut Turles made brought Bulma closer to...closer to what? She had no idea until he dug slightly deeper, making her moan out loud.
*Kami...I never thought I'd be masochistic like this...but it feels so good...* Bulma's breathing became more erratic as Turles carved his intricate design onto her skin, and she whimpered each time there was a loss of contact with the sharp edge. The siren could feel the blood pouring out of her, and she shuddered violently.
Turles could see the crimson liquid flowing from his creation, and he moaned quietly despite himself. The sweet blood was right there, right in front of him. Surely he could allow himself just one taste...
Bulma jerked at the feeling of something moist and muscular slide across her back, lapping up the flowing blood. The blue-haired siren cried out, tremors of pleasure shooting through her body. Turles was shocked, to say the least, and he halted his feasting to try and figure out what was going on. The carved woman turned over on her side, blood falling and staining the sheets. "Why did you stop?"
Turles didn't respond, opting instead to flip the siren to her previous position and drink every bit of the delicious substance that pooled on her backside. Bulma writhed and moaned aloud as the saiyajin's tongue explored every crevasse that her blade had created. The pain was pleasure, the pleasure was pain, it all made sense somehow in Bulma's mind, and she quickly found herself screaming nonsense as her release sprung itself upon her.
Having heard her scream like that, Turles' mind began to wander. *What would it be like to bed her...rake my nails into her, make her cry out like that...?* He couldn't muse for long though, for Bulma wound down rather quickly and crawled out from under him, panting heavily.
"Is the picture done?" She would have been completely business-like if she wasn't breathing irregularly and had a shirt on.
"Complete and perfect." Turles sneered, giddy with the sense of strength he had found. Bulma's blood had something special in it, something that gave Turles a security in his power that he had never had before.
"Good. Now get out and quit staring at my breasts. It's highly annoying."
Turles opened his mouth, tempted to tell her he'd leave when he damn well pleased...when he heard Vegeta raving like a lunatic only a few doors away. The saiyajin lookalike of Goku closed his mouth, nodded and exited the room, anxious to get off the ship...he would be the most likely suspect, he wasn't stupid.
Bulma, however, flopped onto the bed and laughed with a high-pitched tone that threatened to break glass. The lint from the bed sheets was stinging her open wounds, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore, nothing except for that blissful, delirious high she had just experienced. There was no logical reason for her laughter, it didn't make sense even to her, but all the same, it didn't matter.
Vegeta rushed into the room to find Bulma topless and sprawled over his bed, laughing like a sick hyena. *I know we dressed her while she was sick, and what the hell are those dark red marks doing on my sheets...* The king rushed over to the laughing woman and shook her, trying to get her to stop. He eventually succeeded, and Bulma merely looked up at him with eyes full of unexplained mirth.
"Why the fuck is there blood on my bed sheets?" Bulma snickered in response. "Answer me, dammit!!" To this, Bulma's snickers turned into a few barks of laughter. Suddenly, she stopped. There was no more laughter, no more happiness in her eyes. It was as if she was stone.
"I'll show you, but you have to tell me what's on my back." Confused, Vegeta nodded his consent. His bewilderment turned into horror as Bulma bore her carved up back to him, the blood still running freely from the wounds.
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Review!
I don't own Dragonballz
*thoughts*
WARNING: More twisted Bulma/Turles; mutilation.
~*~
There was a desperate urgency interlaced in Bulma's words which Turles picked up on. The saiyajin then weighed his options, which became increasingly difficult under the siren's seductive gaze. On the one hand, he could satisfy the bloodlust that was raging in him and scar the siren forever...kill her if he so desired. On the other hand...she WANTED this, craved it even, it seemed. Never mind what would happen if his earth-bred brother and Vegeta would do to him if they found out.
Bulma, impatiently waiting for an answer, trailed her brazen hand up Turles thigh, licking her lips as her eyes bore into his. Every notion of sense fled his find as the saiyajin captured Bulma's lips is his, swiping her dagger from her in the process.
He intended to ruin her.
~*~
"Goku...I'm worried."
"Why darling?"
"Something's wrong...something bad's going to happen."
"How do you know, ChiChi?"
"Woman's intuition."
"But...things are so glum right now...why and how could they get any worse?"
"KAKAROTTO!!" Goku whipped his head around to see Vegeta fuming in the doorway. "Where the FUCK is Popo?"
"How should I know?" Goku scratched his head, thoroughly confused at his King's antics.
"AAAARRGH!" Vegeta stormed off, shaking the walls of the couple's cabin.
"What crawled up his ass and died?"
"ChiChi!"
"What? Jeez, I didn't think it was possible for him to get any crabbier."
"Maybe it's because of Bulma..."
"So the high-and-mighty Bulma falls from her pedestal after screwing up, eh?"
"I mean because she's not waking up." snapped Goku, tired of his wife's jealousy.
"Oh. So she's still Miss Heavenly Goddess then, isn't she?"
"ChiChi! How many times do I have to say this? She's my friend, nothing more. You..." Goku trailed his calloused fingers across the raven-haired woman's cheekbone "...are my wife, and this..." Goku stroked ChiChi's inflated belly with his other hand. "...this is our child, and I love you both more than anything. You have to believe me."
"I know. I...it's just that..." ChiChi broke into a fit of tears and curled into her husband's embrace. "Something's going to happen..."
"Shush love, it'll be all right." At that point, Goku was feeling whisperings of a bad omen himself, and wondered if he was reassuring his wife or himself.
~*~
Bulma lay on the bed, Turles atop her. With frenzied, hurried movements the two managed to discard the siren's shirt. Amidst the sexual tension and confusion, Bulma began to have her doubts.
*What am I even doing? Will this help? Of course, of course it will. Everything will just flow away...*
Turles flipped the siren so she was on her back, then ran his hand down her backside, almost as if he was smoothing a piece of paper before drawing a masterpiece.
"Do it slowly, make it fairly deep. I want to be able to feel it." breathed Bulma, the anticipation practically rendering her breathless. Turles took the dagger and examined it; the craftsmanship was remarkable. He ran his finger over the blade, smirking to himself.
"Have no fear siren, you'll feel it all right." Turles sat on Bulma's rear and placed the blade against her tanned skin. Hearing her quietly gasp, the saiyajin chuckled and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "I get to pick what I want to draw, right?" He took her lobe in his teeth and the woman beneath him shivered.
"Anything, just hurry."
Turles smirked, then began slicing through the siren's backside. The agonizing slowness added to Bulma's pain and she started to hyperventilate, throwing her face into a nearby pillow. Each cut Turles made brought Bulma closer to...closer to what? She had no idea until he dug slightly deeper, making her moan out loud.
*Kami...I never thought I'd be masochistic like this...but it feels so good...* Bulma's breathing became more erratic as Turles carved his intricate design onto her skin, and she whimpered each time there was a loss of contact with the sharp edge. The siren could feel the blood pouring out of her, and she shuddered violently.
Turles could see the crimson liquid flowing from his creation, and he moaned quietly despite himself. The sweet blood was right there, right in front of him. Surely he could allow himself just one taste...
Bulma jerked at the feeling of something moist and muscular slide across her back, lapping up the flowing blood. The blue-haired siren cried out, tremors of pleasure shooting through her body. Turles was shocked, to say the least, and he halted his feasting to try and figure out what was going on. The carved woman turned over on her side, blood falling and staining the sheets. "Why did you stop?"
Turles didn't respond, opting instead to flip the siren to her previous position and drink every bit of the delicious substance that pooled on her backside. Bulma writhed and moaned aloud as the saiyajin's tongue explored every crevasse that her blade had created. The pain was pleasure, the pleasure was pain, it all made sense somehow in Bulma's mind, and she quickly found herself screaming nonsense as her release sprung itself upon her.
Having heard her scream like that, Turles' mind began to wander. *What would it be like to bed her...rake my nails into her, make her cry out like that...?* He couldn't muse for long though, for Bulma wound down rather quickly and crawled out from under him, panting heavily.
"Is the picture done?" She would have been completely business-like if she wasn't breathing irregularly and had a shirt on.
"Complete and perfect." Turles sneered, giddy with the sense of strength he had found. Bulma's blood had something special in it, something that gave Turles a security in his power that he had never had before.
"Good. Now get out and quit staring at my breasts. It's highly annoying."
Turles opened his mouth, tempted to tell her he'd leave when he damn well pleased...when he heard Vegeta raving like a lunatic only a few doors away. The saiyajin lookalike of Goku closed his mouth, nodded and exited the room, anxious to get off the ship...he would be the most likely suspect, he wasn't stupid.
Bulma, however, flopped onto the bed and laughed with a high-pitched tone that threatened to break glass. The lint from the bed sheets was stinging her open wounds, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore, nothing except for that blissful, delirious high she had just experienced. There was no logical reason for her laughter, it didn't make sense even to her, but all the same, it didn't matter.
Vegeta rushed into the room to find Bulma topless and sprawled over his bed, laughing like a sick hyena. *I know we dressed her while she was sick, and what the hell are those dark red marks doing on my sheets...* The king rushed over to the laughing woman and shook her, trying to get her to stop. He eventually succeeded, and Bulma merely looked up at him with eyes full of unexplained mirth.
"Why the fuck is there blood on my bed sheets?" Bulma snickered in response. "Answer me, dammit!!" To this, Bulma's snickers turned into a few barks of laughter. Suddenly, she stopped. There was no more laughter, no more happiness in her eyes. It was as if she was stone.
"I'll show you, but you have to tell me what's on my back." Confused, Vegeta nodded his consent. His bewilderment turned into horror as Bulma bore her carved up back to him, the blood still running freely from the wounds.
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