A/n: Hey all! I know it has been a while since I have updated. I just want to warn you now that this chapter has some um… not so pleasant things to do with Yamcha… You get a deeper look into Bulma and Vegeta's past and why they broke up… Just thought I would warn you right now…
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What I Call Life
You Can't Even Relate
"Answer me Woman! What do you mean the brat is a demi-Saiyan?" Vegeta barked.
"H-h-his father is Saiyan…" Bulma managed to stutter out.
"I assumed that," he growled, "but from what I understand Yamcha is Chikyuu-jin… Have you been sleeping around more than I thought Woman?"
She checked the room for inhabitants, but basically everyone had cleared out during Kakarrot and Yamcha's shot drinking contest. No one wanted to be around a drunk Saiyan. "Take one look at him Vegeta. Who do you think his father is, hmmm?" The angry human woman stepped forward and held the small bundle out so he could see.
The Saiyan Prince looked down at the small bundle in her arms, "He looks like my father… Woman! You wouldn't!"
Bulma slapped him to bring him back to her reality. "Iie! Bakayaro!" she shouted in her native tongue. Bulma tended to curse in her native language, and this was no exception. After cursing Vegeta's name with a long string of colorful Chikyuu-jin curses she resorted back to Saiyago, "He's yours moron…"
Vegeta stared at her in wide-eyed shock. There were a thousand things to say to Bulma running through his head, and the first thing that came out probably wasn't the best thing to say at that moment. "He's purple…"
Bulma just blinked a few times before going into an annoyed rage. "The first time you ever lay eyes on your son, and all you can say is 'He's purple…'? You're more of a moron than I give you credit for. Maybe been spending too much time around Kakarrot…" The angry Chikyuu-jin turned and silently stormed back to the room she shared with Trunks, leaving a still shell shocked Vegeta.
"I have a son," he murmured, trying to shake off the shock. "Wait a minute! If that brat is mine…" Vegeta trailed off. The Saiyan Prince was totally confused as to what was going on. ::Maybe I have been spending too much time around Kakarrot…:: Vegeta was so caught up in his thoughts of the new heir to his throne to notice that someone was watching him.
"Your Highness," called a sultry voice.
His head snapped towards the voice; a woman who wasn't his Woman was addressing him a seductive way. The girl he saw was obviously one of the better-paid girls at The Bar. Her dress, posture, and even facial expression made her appear to be a whore. "What do you want Whore?"
She gave him a seductive smile and said in a sickly sweet voice, "Zarbon told me your friend passed out, and you have to stay here for the night…"
Vegeta growled; he didn't want to stay here. The prince wanted to return to the palace, but if he did he would be subjected to his father's ranting and raving about Freiza's assassins trying to kill him. "Yes, Whore, that's true…"
"You don't have to call me whore… My name's Marron," she told him in a sweet voice that said that she didn't notice that he had just insulted her.
"I prefer Whore, it's what you are."
"Well," Marron continued, completely ignoring the insult, "I was thinkin' that I could keep you company until morning… I'm sure a strong guy like you would be able to handle a girl like me…"
He opened his mouth to give her a smart-ass reply, but a female voice interrupted him.
"As if Vegeta would want to share your bed Marron; he wouldn't want something Yamcha has recently fucked…" Bulma said.
"Oh, I see," Marron shot back spitefully, losing the sugary sweet tone. "Is that why he doesn't want you? You gave the bastard a child, wouldn't that make you worse than me?"
"You leave Trunks out of this!" the angry Chikyuu-jin screeched, completely ignoring the confused look on the face of the Saiyan next to her.
Bulma's opponent just chuckled evilly, "What? You don't want me to say anything about your son being conceived by rape? Fine, I won't tell him how Yamcha drugged you and raped you just so he could ruin your fairy tale life, and how you were too weak to fight back…"
Bulma closed her eyes in disgust, trying to block out the images of the night that had haunted her dreams for the past year and a half. It was getting next to impossible to block those images out.
For the first time Vegeta was allowed to get a word in, "Raped? Drugged? Onna, what's this all about?"
Her fists were clenched at her sides and her eyes stared down at the floor. Rage shook through her body, but there was something else there, shame. "I-I-I-I"
"Yeah, that's right. You were raped," Marron sneered. "Now run to your room and cry. Vegeta's gunna stay with me and have some fun…"
"Woman?" Vegeta asked with more concern in his voice than he had intended. "What is she talking about?"
At that moment 18 ran into the Gentleman's Room searching for Bulma. "Blu, did you know that your friend Kakarrot…" she trailed off when she spotted Vegeta standing next to her friend. When she noticed Bulma's state of shock she turned on Marron, "What the hell did you do to her you stupid whore?"
Marron looked at 18 with a smug smile, "I just reminded her of Trunks's conception…"
"Blu? Are you all right?" she asked her friend softly.
The Saiyan Prince had no idea what was going on, "Who the fuck are you?"
The normally calm cyborg turned her angry glare on the Saiyan Prince, "That's none of your damn business Vegeta! Don't look so surprised Ape Boy; of course I know who you are. Blu's showed me tons of pictures of you. Showing me how much Trunks looks like you. I must say the boy got the better end of the deal…"
"Juu, don't irritate him," Bulma muttered.
"You're talking!" 18 shouted, completely forgetting her earlier anger.
The Chikyuu-jin still didn't sound as if she were in the best of moods, "Yeah… Let's get out of here. I want Vegeta to spend some time with Trunks before he leaves and never comes back again."
"I-" Vegeta started, but was cut off by 18 grabbing his armor and dragging him after Bulma. "Stupid Whore! Let go of me!" He latched on to her arm and tugged as hard as he could. The arm started to give and there was a sound of wires snapping in two. The Saiyan prince released the arm, but it simply hung lifelessly at the woman's side. "Shit…"
18 looked down to see why her arm wasn't responding to her, "Fuck! Blu, could you reattach the wires later please. I'm going to have trouble getting customers with a dead arm."
Bulma turned to look at the lifeless limb, "What the fuck did you do?"
"The little man over here just pulled on it. I suppose the wires couldn't take the pressure," the cyborg reached over and slapped the shocked Saiyan with her good arm. "Stupid monkey…"
"Vegeta, why the fuck did you do that? You stupid ass arrogant bastard, do you have any idea how long it takes to reattach those wires?" Bulma yelled regaining her normal disposition.
"Wires?" he mumbled.
This time both women smacked him upside the head. "Yes dumb ass, Juu is a cyborg… she was once human, but Gero added a few bits and pieces here and there. She's about half human now. Let's go."
18 tucked the hand of her lifeless arm into the pocket of her skirt and pulled Vegeta along with the other. "This would be a hell of a lot easier on the both of us if you would just give up and stop fighting me every step of the way!"
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Later That Night In Bulma's Room
The Saiyan prince watched as the blue-haired Chikyuu-jin set her small son, his son, down on the bed. He still couldn't get used to the idea that he had a son. There was still something bothering him about this whole thing. Why hadn't she told him she was pregnant? "Onna…"
Bulma's eyes darted towards him while she wrapped her son in a blanket, "Yes Vegeta?"
"Why didn't you ever tell me?" he asked.
She finished tucking the edge of the blanket around the small boy and stood up straight; her lips were pursed together tightly and she appeared as if she were ashamed of what she was about to say. "Do you remember that party, the one right after graduation?" The look on his face clearly read 'of course I do', "Of course you remember… Well, it wasn't what you think… I already knew about Trunks, and I was going to tell you that night. I couldn't find you right away at the party, and when I ran into Yamcha he told me that you weren't there yet."
"Is that why you fucked him? Hmmm? Because you thought I wasn't there to catch you?"
"Would you let me finish?!" she whispered loudly trying not to wake the baby lying on the bed. "He convinced me to have a drink with him while I waited for you-"
"And you got drunk, is that it?" Vegeta interrupted again.
Bulma gave her ex an annoyed look, "Do you honestly think that I would get drunk while I was pregnant? You should give me more credit than that Vegeta. I had a glass of water, but Yamcha slipped something into it. I didn't know that at the time, but I tested the water later and I found traces of GHB in it. They called it Liquid X and Cherry Meth back home. It's a drug, from Chikyuu, you know, my home planet? Back there it was apparently easy to get and inexpensive enough that several bordello owners across the galaxies bought it for certain customers and unruly girls."
The Saiyan Prince had no idea what this drug was; he had never heard of it. "What did it do?"
"On Chikyuu they called it a 'date rape' drug. I think you can figure out a lot from that. With this drug you could temporarily paralyze someone, and they would have no way to fight back if you were to come on to them."
"So you're saying that Yamcha, the guy who was obsessed with you all through high school, slipped this GHB drug into your drink and it paralyzed you so he could rape you? I think it sounds like bull shit."
"Why would I lie about something like this Vegeta? You can't even relate to what I've been through! When you're raped you have to live with the fact that someone violated your body like that day and night! There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about it, and there isn't a night that passes that I don't have nightmares about it! It takes everything I have to focus on not giving up, because my son needs me! He is the only reason I have for living anymore!"
"You always were a good actress Woman," he said snidely.
"And you always were an uncaring bastard Vegeta." Bulma's eyes were shining with unshed tears as she lifted her now screaming son into her arms to rock him back to sleep.
"You made several fatal mistakes Onna."
"Goodnight Vegeta. I hope you have a nice life even if you don't deserve one."
He continued, ignoring her parting comments, "You couldn't possibly know anything about Chikyuu. Your family left before you were born, and it was soon after destroyed."
"My parents taught me a great deal about my home planet, and I used my father's books to figure out what the drug was. If you don't believe me I'm sure they would let you look at them for yourselves. You'll find all the information there."
"Okay, but why would Yamcha want to rape you in the first place? Why would he want to ruin what Marron called your 'fairy tale life'?" he asked not expecting a credible answer.
Bulma looked at her former lover with sad eyes that glistened with still unshed tears, "I don't know why but-"
~*~Flashback~*~
"Hey Bulma, how's it goin'? Aren't you happy that we're finally done with high school?" Yamcha asked the worried looking Bulma.
"Yeah, I guess. Have you seen Vegeta, I need to talk to him…" she asked still looking in all directions for the missing Saiyan.
The scar-faced human got a sly look in his eye and replied, "No, he isn't here yet." Yamcha could clearly see the flame shaped hair of the Saiyan Prince across the room, but Bulma wasn't as tall as he was and couldn't see the prince. "Why don't you have a drink with me?"
"All right."
"What would you like? I've got some wine from Chikyuu, would you like some of that?"
Bulma shook her head, "No, I'll just have some water please."
He nodded and went to the bar to pour himself a glass of wine and a glass of water for her. While Bulma was searching the room for Vegeta, Yamcha, unbeknownst to her, poured a capful of clear substance from small container that looked like a shampoo bottle from a hotel. He handed her the glass and they toasted their futures.
Bulma took a small sip of the water and made a face, "It tastes kinda salty…"
"I think it's just the pipes. I'm sure it's fine." Yamcha downed the rest of his wine and encouraged her to do the same.
She took small sips of the salty tasting water while they talked about high school and their plans for afterward. With every minute that passed by Bulma's vision seemed to blur farther and farther out. "Yamcha, I think I should be going… I'm not feeling so well…" She stood to leave, but the world seemed to spin and she was forced to sit down again.
"Maybe you should lie down… Why don't you just stay here tonight? I'm sure Vegeta wouldn't mind if he knew you were sick. You'd probably be better off sleeping than trying to get home if you're dizzy."
Bulma pressed her fingertips to her temples trying to clear her vision, "Maybe you're right. I'll just call Vegeta to let him know that I won't be coming to the palace tonight."
"Th-that won't be necessary," Yamcha stuttered and continued, "I'm sure he will call here if he needs to know where you are. Come on, this way." He led her towards the back of the house to a small room with a tiny bed. Something in the room seemed off; there were several other people in it.
"Who are they?" she asked as she tried to recognize the other people in the room. From what she could tell they weren't Saiyan, and most of them appeared to be from Chikyuu or Frypan (A/n: Chi-Chi's planet). A few didn't look like anything that resembled a human, but she still couldn't recognize who they were.
"Just some other friends," her host replied. "Lie down." Yamcha pushed her down on the small bed just a little too roughly.
A groan escaped her throat, "The Hell Yamcha? What's your problem?" Bulma glared up at him with her icy blue eyes and watched as his hand reached for her arm. She tried to raise her arm to slap his hand away, but something was wrong with it. The arm lie lifelessly at her side; her eyes rolled in the direction of the arm to see what was wrong with it because for some odd reason her head wouldn't move. The feeling of Yamcha dragging her up into a half seated position drew her attention back to her supposed friend. "What is going on?" He didn't answer, and her only reply was a backhand across the face that caused her head to snap to the side. One of the other men sitting in the room walked up to her and straightened her face back out so it was once again facing Yamcha. "What the hell is your problem Yamcha?"
He sent her an ice filled glare and spat back at her, "You, you stupid fucking whore! You are my problem, you with your fairy tale life with your little, fucking Prince Charming! You would marry him and just forget about me! You and I belong together, and you never saw that! You are a stupid fucking whore that can't even stick to fucking your own fucking species! You had to go off and fuck that stupid fucking monkey!"
"How did-" she started to ask, but he interrupted her before she could even ask how he knew that her and Vegeta had been together.
"SHUT UP!" he screamed and slapped her across the face. "It doesn't matter how I know! My friends and I are going to teach you what it's like to be with a REAL human, not some stupid monkey."
"What are you talking about?" Bulma whispered softly.
Yamcha smirked down at her with an insanely evil glint in his eye, "You can't move right? Yes, that's just another small gift from our home planet… You see my little whore, you are going back to the men you rightfully belong to. A beautiful creature like you should belong to the men of her own species, not those filthy Saiyans. You never should have given yourself to that nasty Saiyan. You've made yourself into a whore, and my fellow Chikyuu-jins are going to show you what it really means to be a whore."
"No…" she tried to shut her eyes, but her eyelids refused to close.
Yamcha climbed above her and ripped her skirt off in one violent movement, "You will scream my name like you did for that bastard monkey…"
"Yamcha no…" Bulma tried everything she could to move her arms or legs or something, but it was impossible. There was nothing she could do except scream for help and hope someone showed up to help her. Even if she could have moved, she was having serious doubts that her feeble strength would be any match for Yamcha. Soon any thoughts screaming for help were vanquished when one of the other men in the room walked up and placed a large strip of duct tape over her mouth.
"Let's see you get out of this one princess…" Yamcha chuckled cruelly as he thrust into her.
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Bulma had been silent for a while, and to Vegeta it looked like she was thinking about something terribly upsetting. Her head was down and he couldn't see her face. "Onna?"
She forced herself to lift her head and look at him, "Yes Vegeta?"
The Saiyan Prince thought he had seen some of the most disturbing things in the Universe and he had, but that didn't prepare him for what he saw in the eyes of his former girlfriend. There was something there that he had never seen before. Fear. Bulma was the most fearless woman he had ever known, including any Saiyan he had ever met. "What did he do to you?"
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A/n: So what did you think? I hope it didn't offend anyone too much….. Please tell me what you thought!!! I need to know! I want at least 20 reviews before I can update!
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~*~Raven~*~