For three days and three nights Bulma had tried to escape the basement,
even if she escaped from the room itself, she was caught in traps she
couldn't see coming. More often then not she woke up drained of energy
back in the basement, her head spinning from being beaten around. She
winced as she tried to move her arms and legs to the door, but she couldn't
move at all. Her body just wouldn't do as she commanded it to do; she hurt
all over. She had no clue as too exactly how long she had been out cold
from the last attempt, but looking around, she found that the other girls
were gone and she was the only one left. From the small window that was
bolted shut, wielded shut, and barred, she could tell that it was getting
to be nightfall. She never saw the food that was put into the room, no one
ever did, they, the girls and herself, mostly heard the door open and close
so fast that it looked as if the food just appeared. Bulma ignored the
food, even though she was starving and attempted to sit upright.
Using the wall as a support, she pulled herself off the mattress and into a sitting position. Again she winced when she felt a broken rib dig into her side. She collapsed back on to the bed, panting hard from the small exercise. Still, her saiya-jin blood refused to let her admit defeat, so painfully she dragged herself to her feet and she refused to let herself show any signs of weakness. She heard the door open and saw a cloaked figure walked down the steps and head toward her.
"Who are you monster?" she demanded,
"I am your future," The man replied,
"You are nothing of mine," Sweat beaded her brow as she struggled to stay upright without appearing weak.
"Ohh, but I am, you see, you are going to become one of us, just like the others but in due time, I want to have my fun with you first." Vegeta stalked forward, "You may call me Prince Vegeta," Vegeta said, grinning as he pulled back his hood, the sun had done set by now.
"YOU!" she screamed, she lunged forward; ignoring the pain in her sides as she attempted to do some harm to him. He caught her fists easily enough and pinned them behind her, turning her around until her back was crushed against his chest and her arms were behind her back,
"I can make the pleasurable, or painful, pick one," Vegeta said, kissing the hollow at her throat, she tired to kick him and he chuckled, "I guess its the pain then," Bulma's screams of agony could be heard for miles around...
Five weeks later...
Bulma winced in pain even over the days as it had dulled a lot it still hurt. She felt her neck, as usual, the two small puncture wounds were there, but she could barely move. For weeks not, she had lost count of how many, he had tortured her beyond belief with his feedings. Each time she would try to hold on a little bit longer before she passed out, but as always she couldn't last that long. She heard the door open and close and watched Vegeta descend the stairs gracefully,
"Good afternoon little onna, feeling better I presume?" Vegeta asked sweetly, it sickened her. She didn't respond to his baiting, as a matter of fact she hadn't done much of anything the last few days, she had even stopped eating.
"There are reports of you not eating, you must eat if you're to keep up your strength, little onna." He picked up the tray of food and started to force feed her, as he had the last time she had refused to eat, to kill herself and just get it over with. She coughed and sputtered and tried to force his hand away but it didn't work, her arms dropped lifelessly to her sides as she no longer had the strength to hold them up,
"See, you are weak, you can't even speak right now," he held her up and forced some water into her mouth. She drank it if only to get his cold hands off of her. He put her back down on the bed when the small tray of food was gone.
"Now, I'll ask again, I've asked every time, and I want a yes this time, pleasure, or pain,"
She tried to tell him to fuck off, to leave her alone, but she couldn't form the words in her mouth, they stuck there, she hadn't been able to speak sense she had lost her voice a few days before from screaming so much.
"I'll take you silence as a yes, and its about time too," Vegeta smirked at her attempts to say no, but ignored them, he picked her up and held her neck to his mouth, he smirked and slowly sank his teeth into her skin...
At the first contact of his teeth and her skin she winced, but they, like always, slid in the same two holes from before and she felt nothing, she waited for the pain to come, but nothing came. Vegeta held her tightly to him and he smirked. Something happened, she wasn't sure, but it felt nice, like a wave of pleasure rolling throughout her body, she couldn't help but whimper a bit. Vegeta just smirk and continued to drink slowly from her until he felt her go limp. He removed his teeth from her and left her on the bed, he smirked,
"Next time, you will be mine," he whispered, leaving the room...
Bulma awoke slowly She heard a commotion up stairs, it was daylight, the sun was shining on her face, she frowned, she heard the door slam open and heard feet pounding down the stairs. She glanced over at the door, she couldn't move from the feather soft bed she was on, or that's the way it felt to her.
A man with a scar on his face appeared above her,
"Your not one of them, come on, lets get you to a hospital, I've taken care of the ones that couldn't flee in time. Let's go darlin`," the voice said,
"Who. Are. You?" she questioned slowly,
"I'm Yamcha, and hopefully I'm gonna get you outta here before that sick bastard Vegeta returns...
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Using the wall as a support, she pulled herself off the mattress and into a sitting position. Again she winced when she felt a broken rib dig into her side. She collapsed back on to the bed, panting hard from the small exercise. Still, her saiya-jin blood refused to let her admit defeat, so painfully she dragged herself to her feet and she refused to let herself show any signs of weakness. She heard the door open and saw a cloaked figure walked down the steps and head toward her.
"Who are you monster?" she demanded,
"I am your future," The man replied,
"You are nothing of mine," Sweat beaded her brow as she struggled to stay upright without appearing weak.
"Ohh, but I am, you see, you are going to become one of us, just like the others but in due time, I want to have my fun with you first." Vegeta stalked forward, "You may call me Prince Vegeta," Vegeta said, grinning as he pulled back his hood, the sun had done set by now.
"YOU!" she screamed, she lunged forward; ignoring the pain in her sides as she attempted to do some harm to him. He caught her fists easily enough and pinned them behind her, turning her around until her back was crushed against his chest and her arms were behind her back,
"I can make the pleasurable, or painful, pick one," Vegeta said, kissing the hollow at her throat, she tired to kick him and he chuckled, "I guess its the pain then," Bulma's screams of agony could be heard for miles around...
Five weeks later...
Bulma winced in pain even over the days as it had dulled a lot it still hurt. She felt her neck, as usual, the two small puncture wounds were there, but she could barely move. For weeks not, she had lost count of how many, he had tortured her beyond belief with his feedings. Each time she would try to hold on a little bit longer before she passed out, but as always she couldn't last that long. She heard the door open and close and watched Vegeta descend the stairs gracefully,
"Good afternoon little onna, feeling better I presume?" Vegeta asked sweetly, it sickened her. She didn't respond to his baiting, as a matter of fact she hadn't done much of anything the last few days, she had even stopped eating.
"There are reports of you not eating, you must eat if you're to keep up your strength, little onna." He picked up the tray of food and started to force feed her, as he had the last time she had refused to eat, to kill herself and just get it over with. She coughed and sputtered and tried to force his hand away but it didn't work, her arms dropped lifelessly to her sides as she no longer had the strength to hold them up,
"See, you are weak, you can't even speak right now," he held her up and forced some water into her mouth. She drank it if only to get his cold hands off of her. He put her back down on the bed when the small tray of food was gone.
"Now, I'll ask again, I've asked every time, and I want a yes this time, pleasure, or pain,"
She tried to tell him to fuck off, to leave her alone, but she couldn't form the words in her mouth, they stuck there, she hadn't been able to speak sense she had lost her voice a few days before from screaming so much.
"I'll take you silence as a yes, and its about time too," Vegeta smirked at her attempts to say no, but ignored them, he picked her up and held her neck to his mouth, he smirked and slowly sank his teeth into her skin...
At the first contact of his teeth and her skin she winced, but they, like always, slid in the same two holes from before and she felt nothing, she waited for the pain to come, but nothing came. Vegeta held her tightly to him and he smirked. Something happened, she wasn't sure, but it felt nice, like a wave of pleasure rolling throughout her body, she couldn't help but whimper a bit. Vegeta just smirk and continued to drink slowly from her until he felt her go limp. He removed his teeth from her and left her on the bed, he smirked,
"Next time, you will be mine," he whispered, leaving the room...
Bulma awoke slowly She heard a commotion up stairs, it was daylight, the sun was shining on her face, she frowned, she heard the door slam open and heard feet pounding down the stairs. She glanced over at the door, she couldn't move from the feather soft bed she was on, or that's the way it felt to her.
A man with a scar on his face appeared above her,
"Your not one of them, come on, lets get you to a hospital, I've taken care of the ones that couldn't flee in time. Let's go darlin`," the voice said,
"Who. Are. You?" she questioned slowly,
"I'm Yamcha, and hopefully I'm gonna get you outta here before that sick bastard Vegeta returns...
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So what do ya think of this story so far? Please let me know.
Tabi Chan