Lemons N whipped cream
Chapter five.
Disclaim: nope, don't own them...well don't look at me! I don't! I swear it! No, really I do..aw come on, no no..dont pick up that, you drop that right now! AHHH!!!
AN: Honestly, I didn't think I would get this far with this story. But since you guys are so cool, I did! EAT YOUR HEART OUT MATT DAMIN!!! Yea..well...Matt Damin has nothing do with this...he's just really cute, especially in Oceans 11..that wasn't a very good movie, but he was a babe. Along with that other dude which I cant think of the name of right now...he was like..the second main character. Eh, oh well...if you guys know tell me! He was a cutie too. ON WITH THE CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!!
When Bulma woke up, she found herself on a bed, her clothes torn off, and her whole body was engulfed with knife stabbing pain. Every inch seemed to ache and throb. It took a great effort to sit up, once she did she took in her surroundings. It was a new room, unlike the one she had been in. *where am I? Hey...I'm not tied up! Wahoo! Okay Bulma, think...how are we going to get out of here. Ohmygod! This is too good to be true! There's a phone! AND window..gr...but my clothes..*
Bulma slowly moved over toward the dresser that was near the door, noticing that it was locked from the outside. *Stupid fuck...hah, like that dumb door will keep me in here* she shoved on some of the man's boxers and a large shirt, then ran to the phone.
Vegeta looked down at his ringing cellphone, wondering who the hell that could be. The only person that really called him was Bulma. The number wasn't bulma's, but he had a very strange feeling that it was her.
"Hello?"
"Vegeta?! Oh thank god! Please you have to help me! There's some man who keeps beating me up and Yamcha raped me, you have to come save me, please, I've been through absolute hell!"
"Bulma, calm down and try to figure out where you are. Are you near any street signs or anything? Oh you have no idea how worried sick I was about you!"
Bulma went toward the window and looked out, the street seemed deserted, like the whole neiborhood had been evacuated from something. She looked for a street sign, the one near her was all caked with mud and very hard to read.
"It looks like(ugghh..give me a street name..ummm)Paradise Lane..but I'm not totally sure."
There was a long pause before Vegeta spoke.
"that sounds freakishly familiar. Ill find it, just hold tight, don't let anyone touch you, alright?"
"Okay Vegeta, I love you, please come-"
Vegeta heard a loud smack, followed by a sharp yelp, then the phone was thrown against something, there was static for a little bit, then the line dropped dead. Vegeta growled and punched the wall again, blinded with rage. Someone dared to touch his girlfriend?! They would pay dearly.
"You Fucking WHORE! I HATE YOU SO MUCH!"
The man smacked Bulma again, causing her cheek to split open from his ring. How could she?! Abuse the privilege of being in a room?! How stupid could she get! He grabbed her body and shoved it back onto the bed.
"Why did you do that? Huh? Why?"
Bulma didn't answer him, she felt so helpless and weak. *I'm going to die if this continues...please Vegeta...hurry* She dug her head deep into the pillow, her cheek throbbing.
"Your getting your goddamned blood all over my sheets whore."
The man sat down and pulled out an teaspoon of cocaine, sniffing only half of it, thinking it would calm him for the time being. Boy was he wrong. He grinned when that familiar buzz hit him and slowly walked toward Bulma. He couldn't hear her cries of mercy when he took off the clothes she had put on, all he wanted was to please himself.
"Oh yea..your all mine now... no ones going to save your sorry ass..."
He didn't feel her body jerking sobs as he roughly began to bang her with his manhood. Not noticing that she was furiously digging her nails into his chest in attempt to stop him.
No one could hear her pleas and screams, all the houses on the street were abandoned, and there was no one there to save her. Boy was he wrong.
Its 1:15 in the morning and my arm is killing me!! Okay, before you review, I wanted to ask a few questions
Does anybody want a B/V Lemon? Because I can if you guys want.
Second, I came out with a new story , its humor, nothing like this story. Its called Vegeta and I and I think its funny...hehe..put I was just letting you guys know it was there.
And the 3^rd thing. I am not a drug addict, so most of the times I have no clue what I'm talking about in this fic, but alot of my friends are. So I basically am just like Bulma in the fic, but I have never been raped, I'm just an innocent girl who gets A's and B's and the C+ in Spanish. Hehe. NO HALBO ESPANOLO!heheh Anyway. Let me know if you guys like this!!!!!!
Chapter five.
Disclaim: nope, don't own them...well don't look at me! I don't! I swear it! No, really I do..aw come on, no no..dont pick up that, you drop that right now! AHHH!!!
AN: Honestly, I didn't think I would get this far with this story. But since you guys are so cool, I did! EAT YOUR HEART OUT MATT DAMIN!!! Yea..well...Matt Damin has nothing do with this...he's just really cute, especially in Oceans 11..that wasn't a very good movie, but he was a babe. Along with that other dude which I cant think of the name of right now...he was like..the second main character. Eh, oh well...if you guys know tell me! He was a cutie too. ON WITH THE CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!!
When Bulma woke up, she found herself on a bed, her clothes torn off, and her whole body was engulfed with knife stabbing pain. Every inch seemed to ache and throb. It took a great effort to sit up, once she did she took in her surroundings. It was a new room, unlike the one she had been in. *where am I? Hey...I'm not tied up! Wahoo! Okay Bulma, think...how are we going to get out of here. Ohmygod! This is too good to be true! There's a phone! AND window..gr...but my clothes..*
Bulma slowly moved over toward the dresser that was near the door, noticing that it was locked from the outside. *Stupid fuck...hah, like that dumb door will keep me in here* she shoved on some of the man's boxers and a large shirt, then ran to the phone.
Vegeta looked down at his ringing cellphone, wondering who the hell that could be. The only person that really called him was Bulma. The number wasn't bulma's, but he had a very strange feeling that it was her.
"Hello?"
"Vegeta?! Oh thank god! Please you have to help me! There's some man who keeps beating me up and Yamcha raped me, you have to come save me, please, I've been through absolute hell!"
"Bulma, calm down and try to figure out where you are. Are you near any street signs or anything? Oh you have no idea how worried sick I was about you!"
Bulma went toward the window and looked out, the street seemed deserted, like the whole neiborhood had been evacuated from something. She looked for a street sign, the one near her was all caked with mud and very hard to read.
"It looks like(ugghh..give me a street name..ummm)Paradise Lane..but I'm not totally sure."
There was a long pause before Vegeta spoke.
"that sounds freakishly familiar. Ill find it, just hold tight, don't let anyone touch you, alright?"
"Okay Vegeta, I love you, please come-"
Vegeta heard a loud smack, followed by a sharp yelp, then the phone was thrown against something, there was static for a little bit, then the line dropped dead. Vegeta growled and punched the wall again, blinded with rage. Someone dared to touch his girlfriend?! They would pay dearly.
"You Fucking WHORE! I HATE YOU SO MUCH!"
The man smacked Bulma again, causing her cheek to split open from his ring. How could she?! Abuse the privilege of being in a room?! How stupid could she get! He grabbed her body and shoved it back onto the bed.
"Why did you do that? Huh? Why?"
Bulma didn't answer him, she felt so helpless and weak. *I'm going to die if this continues...please Vegeta...hurry* She dug her head deep into the pillow, her cheek throbbing.
"Your getting your goddamned blood all over my sheets whore."
The man sat down and pulled out an teaspoon of cocaine, sniffing only half of it, thinking it would calm him for the time being. Boy was he wrong. He grinned when that familiar buzz hit him and slowly walked toward Bulma. He couldn't hear her cries of mercy when he took off the clothes she had put on, all he wanted was to please himself.
"Oh yea..your all mine now... no ones going to save your sorry ass..."
He didn't feel her body jerking sobs as he roughly began to bang her with his manhood. Not noticing that she was furiously digging her nails into his chest in attempt to stop him.
No one could hear her pleas and screams, all the houses on the street were abandoned, and there was no one there to save her. Boy was he wrong.
Its 1:15 in the morning and my arm is killing me!! Okay, before you review, I wanted to ask a few questions
Does anybody want a B/V Lemon? Because I can if you guys want.
Second, I came out with a new story , its humor, nothing like this story. Its called Vegeta and I and I think its funny...hehe..put I was just letting you guys know it was there.
And the 3^rd thing. I am not a drug addict, so most of the times I have no clue what I'm talking about in this fic, but alot of my friends are. So I basically am just like Bulma in the fic, but I have never been raped, I'm just an innocent girl who gets A's and B's and the C+ in Spanish. Hehe. NO HALBO ESPANOLO!heheh Anyway. Let me know if you guys like this!!!!!!