Silent Cries
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Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z. However, I do own Kitai Son.
Warnings (Throughout Whole Story): Pretty Much Complete OOCness, Violence, Profanity, Adult Situations, Rape, Alchohol and Drug use.
Rated R
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"Get up, you lazy onna!" Yamcha ripped the covers off of Kitai's half naked body.
She quickly pulled her knees up to her chest, shivering.
Yamcha growled and grabbed her ankles, dragging her off the bed and tossing her onto the floor. "I'm hungry, go make me something to eat!"
Kitai winced as her head hit the dresser. She sat up and rubbed her head, running her fingers through her mid-back lengthed dark brown hair. She stood up, dizzily, and looked at Yamcha. She glared at him, crossing her arms over her chest. She sniffled and rubbed her head, about to break into tears.
Yamcha sighed apollogetically and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her. "I'm so sorry...I...I swear it'll never happen again..." He wiped a tear from her eyes and smiled kindly. "How about we go downstairs and you can cook us something for breakfast?"
Kitai sighed and rubbed her head where she had hit herself. She nodded, grabbing clothes from her dresser and walking into the bathroom. 'Another day that I deal with this...' She winced, touching her blueish eye. Yamcha had hit her the other day because he wanted to have sex and she said she wasn't feeling well. She pulled her sleeveless black baby tee on and tugged on a pair of khaki's. She put her hair in a bun, because Yamcha would hit her if she cooked with her hair down.
She cautiously felt her forehead. Still flaming hot. She had a fever for three weeks straight, and Yamcha said it was nothing.
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She walked out of the bathroom, rushing downstairs to the kitchen. She grabbed 4 eggs, cracking then and putting them in her frying pan, which was over the burner. She placed 7 pieces of bacon in the microwave and two pieces of toast in the toaster. She swallowed and poured a cup of orange juice, waiting for everything to finish.
Yamcha walked from behind her, slipping his hands between her legs and rubbing. He held her two wrists with one of his hands, rubbing her with the palm of his other one.
Kitai winced and pulled away from Yamcha, cursing under her breathe. "Yamcha please. I'm trying to make breakfast, and I know how you get when it's burnt."
Yamcha smirked at her, pushing her hair behind her ear, whispering to her.
She knew what happened when he did this. She pulled away, turning at Yamcha with fire in her eyes. "I'm not gonna stand for this anymore! You can't make me stay, and I'm not going to!"
"Oh, so you're going to be difficult, huh?" He grabbed her wrists, forcing her down onto the ground, while she kicked and screamed. "You know what happens when you act up." He dragged her by the wrists, up the stairs and into the bedroom, grabbing police cuffs from the nightstand and cuffing her wrists.
He wiped a sweatbead from his face and grinned, pushing her onto the bed on her stomach. He pulled her khaki's off and looked at her thong, grinning sickly. "Nice choice. It looks better on the floor though."
She screamed as he pulled her thong off, putting his hand on her perfect round cheeks. Slowly, he grabbed a lubricant from the nightstand, coating three of his fingers. He slowly inserted one finger into her passage, causing her to arch her back.
"Yamcha...Please, no!" She winced as he forced a second finger in her passage. "Uh...Yamcha, they say this is only for gays, a-and..." She was just trying to avoid the pain he caused her every time.
"Shutup, slut." He forced his third finger in, slowly pulling his fingers out and dipping them in and out. After about 4 minutes of doing this, he paused and straddled his hips on hers.
She winced at the pressure he was putting on her lower back. Not only did her lower back hurt whenever they had anal sex, but her ass also hurt.
"Does it hurt, Kitai?" Yamcha demanded, smirking. He unzipped his jeans, slowly shoving his width inside her passage.
She screamed and arched her back more, hot tears stinging her pale face. "AHHHHH! Yamcha, STOP, PLEASE!"
He grinned. "I love it when you scream." He continued thrusting his erection in and out of her passage. Faster and faster and harder and harder. While screamed echoed through the house, physcotic laughter could also be heard.
He held himself up by her wrists as he cummed.
Kitai screamed again, tears flowing down her now-red cheeks. She closed her eyes tightly as Yamcha yanked himself out of her, zipping up.
Kitai's arms gave up and she lay on the bed, not moving. Still and silent. In the numbness of her own pain.
The last thing she heard was the shower turning on before she fell asleep, sobbing.
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Kitai sat up in bed all night. Yamcha had raped her numerous after he'd taken a shower. She hadn't eaten a thing all day, and her stomach grumbled loudly.
She pulled away from Yamcha's tight grasp, inching out of bed.
She ran into the bathroom, vomitting in the toilet. She was sick from not eating and she had a throbbing headache, not to mention her lower body ached from being raped.
She bent over and threw up again, wincing. "I'm officially in hell..." She shook her head and looked in the mirror angrily. "I'm not going to put up with this anymore!" She clenched her fists and looked at the scissors on the counter.
'I haveto fulfill my plan now. Cut my hair, make myself look different...I could live a better life...' She smiled and giggled a little. Living with Yamcha had definately given her some mental issues...
She snatched the scissors from the counter, cutting her hair shoulder-length. She quickly brushed it, putting it in a short ponytail. She grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste, and some of her underwear, stuffing it in a small bag. She grabbed five more changes of clothes and walked out of the bathroom, sweatdropping as she saw Yamcha standing right there.
"Where do you think you're going?"
She backed up, cautiously. "I-I..."
Yamcha swung at her, catching her on her nose.
She winced and ducked under his next swing. She jumped downstairs, grabbing a card key and dashing out the door, through the woods.
"KITAI!!!" He screamed and ran after her.
She jumped over a log, running out of the woods and over a fence into hotel elevator. She scurried into a room, inhaling loudly.
Yamcha cursed as he lost her. He grimaced and walked downstairs, crossing his arms over his chest. "That bitch'll haveto come out sometime..."
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Inside her room, Kitai put her toothbrush and toothpaste in the bathroom, closing the curtains completely. She changed into her pajamas, grabbing a book the hotel left for her as she pulled the sheets up, going under the covers.
She sighed as she read, feeling anxious and nervous. 'What if Yamcha finds me?' She thought. She turned bright red as she moved a bit, due to uncomfortability.
"Ugh, I feel like hell." She took a deep breathe and a good look around. 'Yamcha isn't here. Yamcha isn't here.' She shivered and turned the AC she left on, off. She chuckled as she made her was back to the bed.
"That explains the creepy cool air." She smirked and grabbed the book, beginning to read it when she heard a loud crash outside. She sweatdropped and ignored it. 'Kitai, it'll be alright. You just shouldn't think anymore tonight...' She put the book down on the page and turned the light off, instantly falling asleep. Of course Yamcha haunted her dreams. He always would.
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Kitai: You like? I think it's good so far.
Please review, and please don't flame! ;-;
I'll post the next chapter as soon as I can.
~
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z. However, I do own Kitai Son.
Warnings (Throughout Whole Story): Pretty Much Complete OOCness, Violence, Profanity, Adult Situations, Rape, Alchohol and Drug use.
Rated R
~
"Get up, you lazy onna!" Yamcha ripped the covers off of Kitai's half naked body.
She quickly pulled her knees up to her chest, shivering.
Yamcha growled and grabbed her ankles, dragging her off the bed and tossing her onto the floor. "I'm hungry, go make me something to eat!"
Kitai winced as her head hit the dresser. She sat up and rubbed her head, running her fingers through her mid-back lengthed dark brown hair. She stood up, dizzily, and looked at Yamcha. She glared at him, crossing her arms over her chest. She sniffled and rubbed her head, about to break into tears.
Yamcha sighed apollogetically and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her. "I'm so sorry...I...I swear it'll never happen again..." He wiped a tear from her eyes and smiled kindly. "How about we go downstairs and you can cook us something for breakfast?"
Kitai sighed and rubbed her head where she had hit herself. She nodded, grabbing clothes from her dresser and walking into the bathroom. 'Another day that I deal with this...' She winced, touching her blueish eye. Yamcha had hit her the other day because he wanted to have sex and she said she wasn't feeling well. She pulled her sleeveless black baby tee on and tugged on a pair of khaki's. She put her hair in a bun, because Yamcha would hit her if she cooked with her hair down.
She cautiously felt her forehead. Still flaming hot. She had a fever for three weeks straight, and Yamcha said it was nothing.
~
She walked out of the bathroom, rushing downstairs to the kitchen. She grabbed 4 eggs, cracking then and putting them in her frying pan, which was over the burner. She placed 7 pieces of bacon in the microwave and two pieces of toast in the toaster. She swallowed and poured a cup of orange juice, waiting for everything to finish.
Yamcha walked from behind her, slipping his hands between her legs and rubbing. He held her two wrists with one of his hands, rubbing her with the palm of his other one.
Kitai winced and pulled away from Yamcha, cursing under her breathe. "Yamcha please. I'm trying to make breakfast, and I know how you get when it's burnt."
Yamcha smirked at her, pushing her hair behind her ear, whispering to her.
She knew what happened when he did this. She pulled away, turning at Yamcha with fire in her eyes. "I'm not gonna stand for this anymore! You can't make me stay, and I'm not going to!"
"Oh, so you're going to be difficult, huh?" He grabbed her wrists, forcing her down onto the ground, while she kicked and screamed. "You know what happens when you act up." He dragged her by the wrists, up the stairs and into the bedroom, grabbing police cuffs from the nightstand and cuffing her wrists.
He wiped a sweatbead from his face and grinned, pushing her onto the bed on her stomach. He pulled her khaki's off and looked at her thong, grinning sickly. "Nice choice. It looks better on the floor though."
She screamed as he pulled her thong off, putting his hand on her perfect round cheeks. Slowly, he grabbed a lubricant from the nightstand, coating three of his fingers. He slowly inserted one finger into her passage, causing her to arch her back.
"Yamcha...Please, no!" She winced as he forced a second finger in her passage. "Uh...Yamcha, they say this is only for gays, a-and..." She was just trying to avoid the pain he caused her every time.
"Shutup, slut." He forced his third finger in, slowly pulling his fingers out and dipping them in and out. After about 4 minutes of doing this, he paused and straddled his hips on hers.
She winced at the pressure he was putting on her lower back. Not only did her lower back hurt whenever they had anal sex, but her ass also hurt.
"Does it hurt, Kitai?" Yamcha demanded, smirking. He unzipped his jeans, slowly shoving his width inside her passage.
She screamed and arched her back more, hot tears stinging her pale face. "AHHHHH! Yamcha, STOP, PLEASE!"
He grinned. "I love it when you scream." He continued thrusting his erection in and out of her passage. Faster and faster and harder and harder. While screamed echoed through the house, physcotic laughter could also be heard.
He held himself up by her wrists as he cummed.
Kitai screamed again, tears flowing down her now-red cheeks. She closed her eyes tightly as Yamcha yanked himself out of her, zipping up.
Kitai's arms gave up and she lay on the bed, not moving. Still and silent. In the numbness of her own pain.
The last thing she heard was the shower turning on before she fell asleep, sobbing.
~
Kitai sat up in bed all night. Yamcha had raped her numerous after he'd taken a shower. She hadn't eaten a thing all day, and her stomach grumbled loudly.
She pulled away from Yamcha's tight grasp, inching out of bed.
She ran into the bathroom, vomitting in the toilet. She was sick from not eating and she had a throbbing headache, not to mention her lower body ached from being raped.
She bent over and threw up again, wincing. "I'm officially in hell..." She shook her head and looked in the mirror angrily. "I'm not going to put up with this anymore!" She clenched her fists and looked at the scissors on the counter.
'I haveto fulfill my plan now. Cut my hair, make myself look different...I could live a better life...' She smiled and giggled a little. Living with Yamcha had definately given her some mental issues...
She snatched the scissors from the counter, cutting her hair shoulder-length. She quickly brushed it, putting it in a short ponytail. She grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste, and some of her underwear, stuffing it in a small bag. She grabbed five more changes of clothes and walked out of the bathroom, sweatdropping as she saw Yamcha standing right there.
"Where do you think you're going?"
She backed up, cautiously. "I-I..."
Yamcha swung at her, catching her on her nose.
She winced and ducked under his next swing. She jumped downstairs, grabbing a card key and dashing out the door, through the woods.
"KITAI!!!" He screamed and ran after her.
She jumped over a log, running out of the woods and over a fence into hotel elevator. She scurried into a room, inhaling loudly.
Yamcha cursed as he lost her. He grimaced and walked downstairs, crossing his arms over his chest. "That bitch'll haveto come out sometime..."
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Inside her room, Kitai put her toothbrush and toothpaste in the bathroom, closing the curtains completely. She changed into her pajamas, grabbing a book the hotel left for her as she pulled the sheets up, going under the covers.
She sighed as she read, feeling anxious and nervous. 'What if Yamcha finds me?' She thought. She turned bright red as she moved a bit, due to uncomfortability.
"Ugh, I feel like hell." She took a deep breathe and a good look around. 'Yamcha isn't here. Yamcha isn't here.' She shivered and turned the AC she left on, off. She chuckled as she made her was back to the bed.
"That explains the creepy cool air." She smirked and grabbed the book, beginning to read it when she heard a loud crash outside. She sweatdropped and ignored it. 'Kitai, it'll be alright. You just shouldn't think anymore tonight...' She put the book down on the page and turned the light off, instantly falling asleep. Of course Yamcha haunted her dreams. He always would.
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Kitai: You like? I think it's good so far.
Please review, and please don't flame! ;-;
I'll post the next chapter as soon as I can.
