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Thanks to: trunksblue, chibi saiyan sarah, samantha, carolyn, Samantha Jayne and Melina. All of you were the first people to ever read this fanfic and I will never forget you!
As promised, here is the next chapter to my fanfic 'A Thin Line'
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She gently ran a hand through her daughter's azure locks, a saddened sigh parting from her lips as she read the next entry to her diary.
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12/16/3001 (DB)
"I look back on what I wrote yesterday and I shudder at the things I wrote. But I do not shudder from horror or disgust. The thought of killing my Master, is a pleasurable feeling to me. But he must never know that, or I will never have my revenge.
I already know he will not kill me. Isn't life grand? To have something in your reach but never have it in its entirety, that is how it is with him. He will have me by his side, but he will never know the real person that lies beneath this mask of a beautiful face.
Beauty is a curse, not a gift and I know that now.
I suppose I should finish what I started yesterday and inform you of the events that have happened up until this day.
After I awoke from my unconscious bliss and I soon wished that I had stayed unconscious.
I feel a burning rage rise up as I write about what they did to me. I pray that I will hold onto my feelings long enough to write about the past five years. When I had awoken, I found myself chained to a cold stone wall in the corner of the room.
I had been stripped of my clothes like a worthless whore and chained to this wall. My naked flesh was numb against the stone of the wall as I huddled into the corner, my knees drawn to my chest. I could distinctly remember soft wails surrounding me like a blanket. There were other women in the room with me. I raised my head when I acknowledged that I was not alone.
I looked around the room in horror. Most of the women were my age, all of them beautiful in their own ways. But their beauty had been tarnished by angry red welts on their naked bodies. Each and every single one of them held these red marks, I was the only one untouched.
My scientific mind could calculate around a hundred women in what seemed a cramped room. There was no space to move a fraction, for fear of hitting someone.
As I looked closely I could see many women were chained to the walls, and to the floor. There was not enough chains in the room to keep everyone tied down and so some women had the luxury of movement.
I envied them.
I shivered from the bitter cold gust of wind that spread through the room. And at that moment, I began to sob. I was not alone in this deed, as many of the women were crying softly. Something beside stirred, it placed a hand on my shoulder and I shrieked from the contact of skin against skin.
"Hush child," A soft and soothing voice whispered into my ear.
I tried to stop the tremors that rocked my body as I looked up into the face of the most amazing woman I had ever seen. She was like an angel that had fallen from heaven into this mad and chaotic universe. Many people have called me beautiful, but I could never compare to this woman. She was in a league of her own.
It was dark and I had to squint to make out her features, but even the darkness could not relinquish the beauty that she beheld. My breath caught in my throat as I found myself staring into a pair of emerald eyes, that were shining brightly even in the time of fear and darkness.
Her skin was color of cream ivory and it seemed to glow with vibrancy in the dark room. I looked at the curly black fountain that was her hair, in awe. To have such contrasting eyes against the ebony hair was simply breathtaking.
Kami would be truly proud if she were an angel, because there was no other way to describe her. She was... Beautiful.
"W-Where am I?" I asked fearfully, not really wanting to know the answer.
I could feel a firm and gentle hand stroke my head, such a comforting gesture that I still haven't forgotten the gentle strokes upon my head. Her voice was eloquent and sounded like jingling bells in my ears. "In a Saiyan slave ship."
"Saiyan slave ship?" I questioned stupidly.
She nodded, still stroking my hair. Apparently, she was mesmerized by my beauty as well as her own. "Yes, they took some citizens from our planet as slaves. Five hundred thousand to be correct. Half of them are men and the other half, female. You have been unconscious for five full days." Her voice grew bitter then, "They purged our home world child. Burned it to a cinder."
I could believe that. My eyes filled with tears. What had happened to my wondrous planet? What had become of the people left on the burning planet?! A frown formed on my face and I asked, "Five days?" She simply nodded again. Five days since my father had died, five days of not being able to mourn his death.
Another five days that these bastard alien creatures owed me and I knew there and then that I would make and weep blood for what they had done. A flash of anger sparked within my veins and I wanted to struggle out of her warm embrace and murder every single one of the Saiyan bastards that dared to destroy my planet.
But there was only one thing that stood prominently in my mind. And that was to kill the Saiyan that had dared to wound and kill my father, the Saiyan that had strangled my mother:-
My eyes must have held so much horror and reckoning that the woman with angel eyes looked upon me in concern. "What is it?" She asked.
"My mother," I choked out, barely containing the pain I felt, "And my brother! What happened to them?" She would not answer me. I began to struggle against her in a hysterical manner, I started to scream and tried to push my way out of her embrace. My brain could not function on anything else and I began to ramble like a raving lunatic, wanting to find my mother within this room of a hundred women.
"Let go of me BITCH!" I screamed, struggling in her grasp as I tried to stand and claw my way out of the chains that held me captive. But she never let go of me. She simply held me close with so much sorrow in those angel eyes.
That was my new nickname for her. Angel Eyes.
The other women in the room ceased their own cries and they turned to look upon the naked, screaming woman that was me. I could hear murmurs of 'She's lost it... The grief was too much for her... Poor girl.' I didn't want their sympathy dammit!! I did not wish for their fucking pity. All I wanted was to see my mother again and my brother Son-kun. I screamed again, my throat began to burn as the scream left it raw. I grew limp, drained of energy from the final scream I had brought up from my tortured soul.
And all was quiet again.
I sobbed into the shoulder of the woman with the emerald eyes. I would never know what happened to my dear sweet mother and brother. "Why?" I croaked between the sobs. It was all I could say, all that my mind could register. Why? Why did this have to happen to me? I didn't even question why all the women in the room were stripped of their clothing. I just kept repeating the word 'Why.'
The cries of the other women had dwindled away when the large door on the far side of the room, was flung open in rage.
I squinted at the new light that entered the room via the door. A large silhouette blocked a out some rays of light and I thought to myself that it looked strangely familiar.
"Who dared to make such noise?" The voice snarled into the darkness. It was the voice of evil. "Speak, or all of you will suffer."
To my horror, each woman excluding Angel Eyes, pointed in my direction. I was hidden by the shadows of the room but he found me nonetheless. I still couldn't see his face as he gripped my upper arm painfully and began to drag me out of the crowded room. As I was drawn away from the beautiful woman, she whispered soothing words in my ear before I was pulled out of earshot by the alien creature that was known as a Saiyan.
I stumbled over some of the rancid, smelling bodies of the naked women. I was gagging to stop myself from vomiting with each step I took towards the door. I had been safe in my little corner, but that preference of safety no longer resided by my side.
I was tossed to the metallic floor outside of the room that had been my prison for five days.
Cruel laughter surrounded me once again, followed by the same voice that had thrown me to the ground. The idea of being without clothes caused a shudder to race down my spine. What would they do to me?
"This is the bitch that was making all the noise. It seems as though she is the only one in her sector that is also untouched." A snarl soon followed. I stared at the gold tipped boots of the man, and tried to gather as much strength as I could.
Five days of being malnourished meant that my strength was depleting. I slowly lifted my head and looked up into the eyes of the same Saiyan that had tried to strangle my mother and, if I put my money on it, it was the same Saiyan that had killed my father.
I suddenly seemed to have a found a new store of strength because I became a savage beast in the instant my eyes fell upon the Saiyan that had tried to strangle my mother. I realized that he might have killed her by now and that already added to a bitter fuel to the raging fire that was already burning inside my soul.
As soon as my eyes locked with his, I found the strength to push myself off the ground and propel my body towards him. He may have been fast, but he was caught off guard and in my rage I became faster. I screamed bloody murder as I pounded my fists into the plates of his armor.
I soon realized that my foolish action had caused me to fly backwards and slam against the door. He had pushed me away with a single 'tap' that caused me to careen with the steel wall. I whimpered as I cradled my limp arm. It had popped out of it's socket upon the hard impact with the wall. I cursed my idiocy and began to cry.
Another jolt of pain coursed through my arm as it was yanked from me. This time a different Saiyain was kneeling beside me and was looking at my limp arm in confusion. Tears blurred my vision as I looked at him, and I tried to pull my arm out of his hold and crawl away. He looked so familiar... But I couldn't place it.
There was another laugh, followed by the crudest statement. "Let the bitch crawl, Raditz. She is nothing but a whore to the soldiers." The voice belonged to the same man that had pushed me against the wall.
I choked on my sobs as I tried to gather enough dignity to hide my naked body from the prying and lust-filled eyes of the men. All except one... Raditz. He merely frowned as he looked into my eyes. I gave him a pleading look, one that could have melted the heart of a beast.
But he merely ignored it.
I was pulled to my feet again, by the same Saiyan that had thrown me out into the hallway. "Insolent wench. You need to be taught your place." He sneered into my face. He looked so much like Raditz that I couldn't believe how different they seemed in personality.
Once again, I was flung to the floor. The man crawled over me on all fours and I could seem him begin to remove his armor. The other men simply looked away and I wanted to scream at them. How could they let him do this to me? Did they have no ounce of conscience within them to give me mercy and end my suffering at the hands of this monster?
But in some celestial knowledge, I knew what would happen to me in the hallway of that fateful day. I twisted my head so that I did not have to look upon his face as he defiled my body in the worst way a man could have done.
I fought like a rabid dog against him as his clumsy hands touched my body. I kicked and screamed and tore at his flesh but the more I fought, the more aroused he became. I wish he was here now so that I could plunge my hand into his chest and draw out his heart. I would gladly drink his life source away for all that was happening.
As the Saiyans hands slid southwards, I grew dizzy with disgust and felt myself slipping into unconsciousness. I was doing that frequently. But as I was about to slip into the black envelope at the touch of the Saiyan's dirty hands, I heard a voice called out. "Stop!"
Then all was black."
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Bra gasped in the pause, at the words her mother had written. A pool of tears brimmed in her large eyes. "Oh, Momma..." She whispered, looking sadly into her mother's face. She knew she had suffered a great deal in her past, but had not known to what extent.
Bulma raised her hand. "You wanted to listen to my past, daughter. So please, no interruptions." Bulma said somewhat coldly. It wasn't fair that she was being forced to relive these memories, but she knew Bra wanted to know what had happened. She couldn't deny her daughter the truth.
The young azure-haired woman simply smiled piteously and placed a gentle kiss on her mothers cheek. "I'm sorry Momma. Please go on."
The older, more weary woman sighed in frustration. "Forgive me chiding you Bra-chan. I-It's just hard for me to read what is written."
Without waiting for her daughter to reply, Bulma turned the page of the papyrus papered diary and cleared her throat.
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"The dark bliss surrounding me began to fade and I awoke once again to the reality I had been thrown into. This time, I could feel heavy and warm covers blanketing my naked body. I sighed, still not fully awake and relaxed into the covers. I thought, like a fool, that I had been dreaming and that I was still on Chikyuu-sei with my family intact.
A cold voice brought my hopes tumbling down. "Awake so soon?" The baritone voice chuckled condescendingly, as though he had just spoken the great joke known to man. I groaned from the disappointment as I tried to sit up, my body trembling in fear at the previous encounter I had with a male Saiyan. He had been stopped, but I had no idea as to who stopped him.
It was a lucky break for me that he was stopped. But I soon found out that it would have been ten times better than the fate that was to befall me.
I was in a warm yet large room. Flames from the candles in the room danced against the wall in a joyous kinetic energy, but I found that the room was still shrouded in darkness somehow. The black spots in my eyes began to fade with each slow blink I took.
It was then that I saw him.
He was the undoubtedly the most handsome man I had seen in a long while. Perhaps not the best looking, but there was something in his features that was so dark and dangerous, it would make any girl swoon with desire.
The way in which he looked at me, was not helping in any way.
As I stared at the features of the man, I gasped in realization to the familiarity he bore with Son-kun. Albeit this man carried himself off with a dark manner indeed. "What's going on?" I asked in a slow and low voice.
"You are in the Prince's personal chambers, girl." He spoke to me as though I were a child.
I frowned at his comment. "Now that we've established where I am. What am I doing here?"
Somehow, the menace in my voice only caused him purr and growl at the same time. I soon acknowledged that it was his way of laughing. "Stop laughing!" I snapped, my temper beginning to return.
I froze as he abruptly stopped chuckling and snarled at me. "Hold your tongue, wench."
I shivered at the cold tone of his voice.
I was about to speak again when the noise of sliding doors opened and I caught myself staring into a pair of cold and calculating eyes.
I hadn't known that those eyes would have been my downfall.
The Saiyan that sat on the bed jumped as though he were a puppet on strings. I watched in sick fascination as he bowed on one knee to the man with the glittering eyes. "Ouji-sama." He had said. I thought to myself... A Prince?
My lips parted as I took in his appearance as much as the candle light would allow me. He stood in a regal fashion, a red cape encircling his broad and muscled shoulders. His hair was swept into a deadly flame, defying all laws of gravity. But it was his eyes that held my attention.
They were as black as ebony and they were twinkling with... Anger.
I swallowed, trying to whet my dry throat as a feral and predatory smile... No, smirk, emblazoned his tanned features. The other Saiyan that had been at my side had become a distant memory and I didn't even recall him leaving the room.
The room began to spin again as the flame-haired Saiyan advanced upon me with the smirk still plastered across his features. He did not speak, only reached out for me and-
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Shit, shit, shit! I forgot that today was a special day in the calendar for Saiyans. It is a full red moon on the planet Vegeta-sei today, a most auspicious day for them. It is the day when the Saiyans are at the most vulnerable state, their senses and emotions are all heightened on this day. A full moon only comes every two years on Vegeta-sei, so it is enough cause for them to celebrate. Another detail I must give later on.
My master was angry at me. But I find it strange that he did not do anything to harm me. I would have normally left his room covered in bruises if he was angry, at me or at something else, he would always take it out on my body as he...
But today, he looked right through me, as though he was looking into my soul.
"Very well." Was the only thing he had mumbled as he gave me a pained and angry look, before he left the chambers. My heart twisted in my rib cage. The anger I could understand, but the pain? That was something new, even to me.
I had never seen such an expression on his face.
I must say, it felt good to see in him pain. I almost chuckled out loud at the expression on his face. Insane laughter was bubbling delightfully in the pit of my stomach as he left with his head bowed. How grand!! My master, with his head bowed. I was a cause for celebration. I wanted to dance around the room like a little, singing at the top of my lungs of his misery.
I know that I shall sleep easy tonight."
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Bulma let go of a breath she did not know she was holding. The second entry was shorter than the first, but it had not been a good day for her to have written. She had already been pushing lady lucks button by forgetting the special Saiyan occasion.
The younger woman shook her head in amazement. How could her mother have rejoiced in someone else's misery? It was certainly not in her character to do that. But then again, Bra took into account that her mother had been on the fringes of her sanity when she had written in that diary.
A soft smile lightened Bulma's face. She gently kissed the top if her daughter's head before turning to the third entry of the diary. It wasn't becoming easier to relive the memories, but she was growing accustomed to the awkward feelings she was experiencing.
Bra snuggled closer into her mother's side, now deathly afraid of the written content in her diary.
What made her so certain that her mother hadn't gone insane from the hidden memories?
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In my heart there is the sharpest pain,
The darkest clouds are in my brain,
The anger was so immense and the rage so deep,
Each time he took my sanity.
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*SPOILER* Expect Vegeta's POV soon. How you ask? hehe... Leave that up to me.
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Thanks to: trunksblue, chibi saiyan sarah, samantha, carolyn, Samantha Jayne and Melina. All of you were the first people to ever read this fanfic and I will never forget you!
As promised, here is the next chapter to my fanfic 'A Thin Line'
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She gently ran a hand through her daughter's azure locks, a saddened sigh parting from her lips as she read the next entry to her diary.
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12/16/3001 (DB)
"I look back on what I wrote yesterday and I shudder at the things I wrote. But I do not shudder from horror or disgust. The thought of killing my Master, is a pleasurable feeling to me. But he must never know that, or I will never have my revenge.
I already know he will not kill me. Isn't life grand? To have something in your reach but never have it in its entirety, that is how it is with him. He will have me by his side, but he will never know the real person that lies beneath this mask of a beautiful face.
Beauty is a curse, not a gift and I know that now.
I suppose I should finish what I started yesterday and inform you of the events that have happened up until this day.
After I awoke from my unconscious bliss and I soon wished that I had stayed unconscious.
I feel a burning rage rise up as I write about what they did to me. I pray that I will hold onto my feelings long enough to write about the past five years. When I had awoken, I found myself chained to a cold stone wall in the corner of the room.
I had been stripped of my clothes like a worthless whore and chained to this wall. My naked flesh was numb against the stone of the wall as I huddled into the corner, my knees drawn to my chest. I could distinctly remember soft wails surrounding me like a blanket. There were other women in the room with me. I raised my head when I acknowledged that I was not alone.
I looked around the room in horror. Most of the women were my age, all of them beautiful in their own ways. But their beauty had been tarnished by angry red welts on their naked bodies. Each and every single one of them held these red marks, I was the only one untouched.
My scientific mind could calculate around a hundred women in what seemed a cramped room. There was no space to move a fraction, for fear of hitting someone.
As I looked closely I could see many women were chained to the walls, and to the floor. There was not enough chains in the room to keep everyone tied down and so some women had the luxury of movement.
I envied them.
I shivered from the bitter cold gust of wind that spread through the room. And at that moment, I began to sob. I was not alone in this deed, as many of the women were crying softly. Something beside stirred, it placed a hand on my shoulder and I shrieked from the contact of skin against skin.
"Hush child," A soft and soothing voice whispered into my ear.
I tried to stop the tremors that rocked my body as I looked up into the face of the most amazing woman I had ever seen. She was like an angel that had fallen from heaven into this mad and chaotic universe. Many people have called me beautiful, but I could never compare to this woman. She was in a league of her own.
It was dark and I had to squint to make out her features, but even the darkness could not relinquish the beauty that she beheld. My breath caught in my throat as I found myself staring into a pair of emerald eyes, that were shining brightly even in the time of fear and darkness.
Her skin was color of cream ivory and it seemed to glow with vibrancy in the dark room. I looked at the curly black fountain that was her hair, in awe. To have such contrasting eyes against the ebony hair was simply breathtaking.
Kami would be truly proud if she were an angel, because there was no other way to describe her. She was... Beautiful.
"W-Where am I?" I asked fearfully, not really wanting to know the answer.
I could feel a firm and gentle hand stroke my head, such a comforting gesture that I still haven't forgotten the gentle strokes upon my head. Her voice was eloquent and sounded like jingling bells in my ears. "In a Saiyan slave ship."
"Saiyan slave ship?" I questioned stupidly.
She nodded, still stroking my hair. Apparently, she was mesmerized by my beauty as well as her own. "Yes, they took some citizens from our planet as slaves. Five hundred thousand to be correct. Half of them are men and the other half, female. You have been unconscious for five full days." Her voice grew bitter then, "They purged our home world child. Burned it to a cinder."
I could believe that. My eyes filled with tears. What had happened to my wondrous planet? What had become of the people left on the burning planet?! A frown formed on my face and I asked, "Five days?" She simply nodded again. Five days since my father had died, five days of not being able to mourn his death.
Another five days that these bastard alien creatures owed me and I knew there and then that I would make and weep blood for what they had done. A flash of anger sparked within my veins and I wanted to struggle out of her warm embrace and murder every single one of the Saiyan bastards that dared to destroy my planet.
But there was only one thing that stood prominently in my mind. And that was to kill the Saiyan that had dared to wound and kill my father, the Saiyan that had strangled my mother:-
My eyes must have held so much horror and reckoning that the woman with angel eyes looked upon me in concern. "What is it?" She asked.
"My mother," I choked out, barely containing the pain I felt, "And my brother! What happened to them?" She would not answer me. I began to struggle against her in a hysterical manner, I started to scream and tried to push my way out of her embrace. My brain could not function on anything else and I began to ramble like a raving lunatic, wanting to find my mother within this room of a hundred women.
"Let go of me BITCH!" I screamed, struggling in her grasp as I tried to stand and claw my way out of the chains that held me captive. But she never let go of me. She simply held me close with so much sorrow in those angel eyes.
That was my new nickname for her. Angel Eyes.
The other women in the room ceased their own cries and they turned to look upon the naked, screaming woman that was me. I could hear murmurs of 'She's lost it... The grief was too much for her... Poor girl.' I didn't want their sympathy dammit!! I did not wish for their fucking pity. All I wanted was to see my mother again and my brother Son-kun. I screamed again, my throat began to burn as the scream left it raw. I grew limp, drained of energy from the final scream I had brought up from my tortured soul.
And all was quiet again.
I sobbed into the shoulder of the woman with the emerald eyes. I would never know what happened to my dear sweet mother and brother. "Why?" I croaked between the sobs. It was all I could say, all that my mind could register. Why? Why did this have to happen to me? I didn't even question why all the women in the room were stripped of their clothing. I just kept repeating the word 'Why.'
The cries of the other women had dwindled away when the large door on the far side of the room, was flung open in rage.
I squinted at the new light that entered the room via the door. A large silhouette blocked a out some rays of light and I thought to myself that it looked strangely familiar.
"Who dared to make such noise?" The voice snarled into the darkness. It was the voice of evil. "Speak, or all of you will suffer."
To my horror, each woman excluding Angel Eyes, pointed in my direction. I was hidden by the shadows of the room but he found me nonetheless. I still couldn't see his face as he gripped my upper arm painfully and began to drag me out of the crowded room. As I was drawn away from the beautiful woman, she whispered soothing words in my ear before I was pulled out of earshot by the alien creature that was known as a Saiyan.
I stumbled over some of the rancid, smelling bodies of the naked women. I was gagging to stop myself from vomiting with each step I took towards the door. I had been safe in my little corner, but that preference of safety no longer resided by my side.
I was tossed to the metallic floor outside of the room that had been my prison for five days.
Cruel laughter surrounded me once again, followed by the same voice that had thrown me to the ground. The idea of being without clothes caused a shudder to race down my spine. What would they do to me?
"This is the bitch that was making all the noise. It seems as though she is the only one in her sector that is also untouched." A snarl soon followed. I stared at the gold tipped boots of the man, and tried to gather as much strength as I could.
Five days of being malnourished meant that my strength was depleting. I slowly lifted my head and looked up into the eyes of the same Saiyan that had tried to strangle my mother and, if I put my money on it, it was the same Saiyan that had killed my father.
I suddenly seemed to have a found a new store of strength because I became a savage beast in the instant my eyes fell upon the Saiyan that had tried to strangle my mother. I realized that he might have killed her by now and that already added to a bitter fuel to the raging fire that was already burning inside my soul.
As soon as my eyes locked with his, I found the strength to push myself off the ground and propel my body towards him. He may have been fast, but he was caught off guard and in my rage I became faster. I screamed bloody murder as I pounded my fists into the plates of his armor.
I soon realized that my foolish action had caused me to fly backwards and slam against the door. He had pushed me away with a single 'tap' that caused me to careen with the steel wall. I whimpered as I cradled my limp arm. It had popped out of it's socket upon the hard impact with the wall. I cursed my idiocy and began to cry.
Another jolt of pain coursed through my arm as it was yanked from me. This time a different Saiyain was kneeling beside me and was looking at my limp arm in confusion. Tears blurred my vision as I looked at him, and I tried to pull my arm out of his hold and crawl away. He looked so familiar... But I couldn't place it.
There was another laugh, followed by the crudest statement. "Let the bitch crawl, Raditz. She is nothing but a whore to the soldiers." The voice belonged to the same man that had pushed me against the wall.
I choked on my sobs as I tried to gather enough dignity to hide my naked body from the prying and lust-filled eyes of the men. All except one... Raditz. He merely frowned as he looked into my eyes. I gave him a pleading look, one that could have melted the heart of a beast.
But he merely ignored it.
I was pulled to my feet again, by the same Saiyan that had thrown me out into the hallway. "Insolent wench. You need to be taught your place." He sneered into my face. He looked so much like Raditz that I couldn't believe how different they seemed in personality.
Once again, I was flung to the floor. The man crawled over me on all fours and I could seem him begin to remove his armor. The other men simply looked away and I wanted to scream at them. How could they let him do this to me? Did they have no ounce of conscience within them to give me mercy and end my suffering at the hands of this monster?
But in some celestial knowledge, I knew what would happen to me in the hallway of that fateful day. I twisted my head so that I did not have to look upon his face as he defiled my body in the worst way a man could have done.
I fought like a rabid dog against him as his clumsy hands touched my body. I kicked and screamed and tore at his flesh but the more I fought, the more aroused he became. I wish he was here now so that I could plunge my hand into his chest and draw out his heart. I would gladly drink his life source away for all that was happening.
As the Saiyans hands slid southwards, I grew dizzy with disgust and felt myself slipping into unconsciousness. I was doing that frequently. But as I was about to slip into the black envelope at the touch of the Saiyan's dirty hands, I heard a voice called out. "Stop!"
Then all was black."
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Bra gasped in the pause, at the words her mother had written. A pool of tears brimmed in her large eyes. "Oh, Momma..." She whispered, looking sadly into her mother's face. She knew she had suffered a great deal in her past, but had not known to what extent.
Bulma raised her hand. "You wanted to listen to my past, daughter. So please, no interruptions." Bulma said somewhat coldly. It wasn't fair that she was being forced to relive these memories, but she knew Bra wanted to know what had happened. She couldn't deny her daughter the truth.
The young azure-haired woman simply smiled piteously and placed a gentle kiss on her mothers cheek. "I'm sorry Momma. Please go on."
The older, more weary woman sighed in frustration. "Forgive me chiding you Bra-chan. I-It's just hard for me to read what is written."
Without waiting for her daughter to reply, Bulma turned the page of the papyrus papered diary and cleared her throat.
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"The dark bliss surrounding me began to fade and I awoke once again to the reality I had been thrown into. This time, I could feel heavy and warm covers blanketing my naked body. I sighed, still not fully awake and relaxed into the covers. I thought, like a fool, that I had been dreaming and that I was still on Chikyuu-sei with my family intact.
A cold voice brought my hopes tumbling down. "Awake so soon?" The baritone voice chuckled condescendingly, as though he had just spoken the great joke known to man. I groaned from the disappointment as I tried to sit up, my body trembling in fear at the previous encounter I had with a male Saiyan. He had been stopped, but I had no idea as to who stopped him.
It was a lucky break for me that he was stopped. But I soon found out that it would have been ten times better than the fate that was to befall me.
I was in a warm yet large room. Flames from the candles in the room danced against the wall in a joyous kinetic energy, but I found that the room was still shrouded in darkness somehow. The black spots in my eyes began to fade with each slow blink I took.
It was then that I saw him.
He was the undoubtedly the most handsome man I had seen in a long while. Perhaps not the best looking, but there was something in his features that was so dark and dangerous, it would make any girl swoon with desire.
The way in which he looked at me, was not helping in any way.
As I stared at the features of the man, I gasped in realization to the familiarity he bore with Son-kun. Albeit this man carried himself off with a dark manner indeed. "What's going on?" I asked in a slow and low voice.
"You are in the Prince's personal chambers, girl." He spoke to me as though I were a child.
I frowned at his comment. "Now that we've established where I am. What am I doing here?"
Somehow, the menace in my voice only caused him purr and growl at the same time. I soon acknowledged that it was his way of laughing. "Stop laughing!" I snapped, my temper beginning to return.
I froze as he abruptly stopped chuckling and snarled at me. "Hold your tongue, wench."
I shivered at the cold tone of his voice.
I was about to speak again when the noise of sliding doors opened and I caught myself staring into a pair of cold and calculating eyes.
I hadn't known that those eyes would have been my downfall.
The Saiyan that sat on the bed jumped as though he were a puppet on strings. I watched in sick fascination as he bowed on one knee to the man with the glittering eyes. "Ouji-sama." He had said. I thought to myself... A Prince?
My lips parted as I took in his appearance as much as the candle light would allow me. He stood in a regal fashion, a red cape encircling his broad and muscled shoulders. His hair was swept into a deadly flame, defying all laws of gravity. But it was his eyes that held my attention.
They were as black as ebony and they were twinkling with... Anger.
I swallowed, trying to whet my dry throat as a feral and predatory smile... No, smirk, emblazoned his tanned features. The other Saiyan that had been at my side had become a distant memory and I didn't even recall him leaving the room.
The room began to spin again as the flame-haired Saiyan advanced upon me with the smirk still plastered across his features. He did not speak, only reached out for me and-
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Shit, shit, shit! I forgot that today was a special day in the calendar for Saiyans. It is a full red moon on the planet Vegeta-sei today, a most auspicious day for them. It is the day when the Saiyans are at the most vulnerable state, their senses and emotions are all heightened on this day. A full moon only comes every two years on Vegeta-sei, so it is enough cause for them to celebrate. Another detail I must give later on.
My master was angry at me. But I find it strange that he did not do anything to harm me. I would have normally left his room covered in bruises if he was angry, at me or at something else, he would always take it out on my body as he...
But today, he looked right through me, as though he was looking into my soul.
"Very well." Was the only thing he had mumbled as he gave me a pained and angry look, before he left the chambers. My heart twisted in my rib cage. The anger I could understand, but the pain? That was something new, even to me.
I had never seen such an expression on his face.
I must say, it felt good to see in him pain. I almost chuckled out loud at the expression on his face. Insane laughter was bubbling delightfully in the pit of my stomach as he left with his head bowed. How grand!! My master, with his head bowed. I was a cause for celebration. I wanted to dance around the room like a little, singing at the top of my lungs of his misery.
I know that I shall sleep easy tonight."
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Bulma let go of a breath she did not know she was holding. The second entry was shorter than the first, but it had not been a good day for her to have written. She had already been pushing lady lucks button by forgetting the special Saiyan occasion.
The younger woman shook her head in amazement. How could her mother have rejoiced in someone else's misery? It was certainly not in her character to do that. But then again, Bra took into account that her mother had been on the fringes of her sanity when she had written in that diary.
A soft smile lightened Bulma's face. She gently kissed the top if her daughter's head before turning to the third entry of the diary. It wasn't becoming easier to relive the memories, but she was growing accustomed to the awkward feelings she was experiencing.
Bra snuggled closer into her mother's side, now deathly afraid of the written content in her diary.
What made her so certain that her mother hadn't gone insane from the hidden memories?
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In my heart there is the sharpest pain,
The darkest clouds are in my brain,
The anger was so immense and the rage so deep,
Each time he took my sanity.
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