Disclaimer: I do not own DB/Z/GT! Is that clear? I got the idea for this story from Admira's 3rd contest, so get off my back! My inspiration for this story comes from a very dear friend, whom without this story would be simple guesses…
A/n: Hello all of my faithful reviewers… and readers who don't review…**hint hint** I am back! The long awaited chapter is here, but I've got some people to thank first!
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What I Call Life
When His Daddy's Gone
"Get the fuck out Yamcha!" Bulma yelled at the male Chikyuu-jin. "You know damn well that I'd never do anything with you!"
"I don't think so Bulma.
From what I saw it looks like your taking clients now, so why not give
yourself to me, again?"
The small blue-haired female let out a loud screech, "Yamcha you fucking
bastard! I never gave myself to you,
and you know that a hell of a lot better than anyone! Now get your ass out of my room!"
Yamcha shook his head at the angry woman, "Language Bulma. What are you teaching our son?"
"He's not our son! He's my son! Mine and Vegeta's! Now get out!"
"He's what?" he asked threateningly as he headed for her.
Bulma's eyes went wide, and she began backing away from the very angry Yamcha, "Don't do this…"
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In her fear of Yamcha, Bulma had completely forgotten the presence of her friends until she felt them on either side of her, prepared to fight. "Chi, Juu, you don't want to do this…" Bulma whispered to her friends.
18's furious gaze was still fixed on Yamcha as the three women backed away from him, "You may be afraid of him Blu, but that doesn't mean we are."
"That's right." Chi-Chi muttered as they backed away. "We're not leaving you alone with him."
"You two don't know what you're getting yourselves into," Yamcha growled as he advanced on the trio.
"We're not afraid you Yamcha…" Chi-Chi growled. "You're nothin' but a dumb asshole who was tricked into believing that you were the father of the prince's son."
"Chi…" Bulma whispered, sounding terrified, "you didn't need to bring that up…" She knew what this man was capable of when angered, and she didn't want to see her friends get hurt. The two women by her side were fantastic warriors, but Yamcha had them backed into a corner, and he was angry enough to kill all three of them with out a second thought.
"You little bitch!" he roared grabbing Chi-Chi by the hair and throwing her against the nearest wall. There was a loud crack as the Frypan-jin's skull connected with the concrete wall. "You see Bulma? Your little friends are nothing compared to me. I will take them down, and the you will pay for lying to me for so long…"
"Not if I have anything to say about it," 18 growled positioning herself in front of Bulma. "Don't worry Blu. He's not gunna lay so much as one finger on you."
"That's really touching…such loyalty… I didn't realize that cyborgs had feelings…"
This comment seemed to piss the cyborg off even more, and she began to charge a ki blast in her right hand. "You'll pay for that remark," she growled angrily.
Yamcha eyes darted back and forth between the ki blast in the cyborg's hand and her furious eyes, "No wench… I won't…"
18 didn't even see the attack coming; she had been so occupied by her anger that she didn't even notice the ki filled fist heading directly at her stomach. The blow knocked the wind out of her and the ki ball in her hand had dissipated. While trying to regain her breath she was struck by a forceful blow to the side of her head, sending her careening into the wall opposite where Chi-Chi lay.
"Don't do this Yamcha…" Bulma pleaded as he pushed her up against the wall. "Not again… I thought we were friends…"
This received an angry growl as a reply. Yamcha reached behind her, threaded his fingers through her hair and jerked her head so she was forced to look at him. "You always seem to get yourself into these situations Bulma, and they always seem to hurt the ones you love. The first time you had to go and fuck Vegeta, and look where that got you. Pregnant with an angry group of Chikyuu-jin men after you… Do you remember that night Bulma? Do you remember the moment when Vegeta found out what slut you really are?"
Bulma closed her eyes and winced in pain from the combination of the hand attempting to tear her hair out of her head and the painful memory that had been reawakened.
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Yamcha crawled off of her and stepped to the side of the bed. "You liked that you little whore, didn't you?" he asked in an almost arrogant tone. When she didn't reply or even move to shake her head he slapped her again. "I asked you a fucking question, you little fucking whore!" he roared completely forgetting that she could not move, and that there was a piece of duct tape covering her mouth.
"Yamcha," one of the other men in the room voiced, "she can't move… Maybe that's why she's not answering…"
"Well, she can speak, can't she?" he growled angrily.
The same voice spoke again, "The duct tape Yamcha? She can't talk because of the duct tape."
This caused Yamcha to roar with some unknown rage. "If you're so fucking clever why don't you just leave and let me do this by myself!"
"I didn't know it was gunna be like this man…" one male whispered to his friend. "She's the prince's girlfriend… We could get into some serious trouble for this…"
Yamcha rounded on the two conversing men, "So you two have a problem with this? If you do, speak now and get the fuck out!"
"I'm through with this…" one whispered and walked out giving Bulma a sorrowful look. A few others followed him out, all sending Bulma looks of sympathy, but not a one helped her.
Tears began to streak down the heiress's face as she watched them leave. They may have been her only saviors in this horrible nightmare. Her offender turned back to her and ripped the duct tape of her lips causing her to cry out in pain.
"Didn't you like that you little bitch?" Yamcha growled. "I think you need another try at that before you get it right. Remember, you will scream my name like you did for that nasty little monkey prince." He climbed back on top of her and prepared to reenter her when one of the other teens in the room stopped him.
"I thought we were all gunna get a chance at her."
"Fuck that," Yamcha growled in reply; "you won't touch her until she screams my name."
"Well then screw you!" the same man yelled before turning and leaving; the remaining men in the room followed him shortly after. Bulma was now alone with her worst nightmare.
"It's just you and me Bulma; just the way it always should have been." He reentered her causing her to advert her eyes so she didn't have to look at him while he preformed the horrible act on her body. Her eyes had only been closed a few seconds when she heard the door open. Assuming it was just one of his friends she kept her eyes closed for a short time.
It seemed that Yamcha had heard it too because he was speaking to the new occupant of the room, "Get the fuck out. You can have a go at her later."
When she didn't hear the door shut or the other occupant say anything more Bulma chanced a look at the door. What she saw caused her heart to leap with hope. "Vegeta…" she cried. She tried to tell him that she needed help, but he turned away from her.
With his back to her he growled, "I guess you really are more of a slut than I thought… I never should have taken you… Whore… You have tainted my reputation with this… No man shall ever want you again." And with the slam of the door he was gone. Her last chance to be saved from her horrible nightmare was gone. The only man she had ever really loved hated her, and she couldn't move to stop him.
"Vegeta…" she whispered painfully at the closed door, "please…"
Yamcha smirked down at her and jerked her head over to look at him. "Well my little Chikyuu-jin whore, it seems that your Prince Charming no longer finds you appealing. I guess that makes you mine… How nice…"
Bulma would have cried, had she heard the comment, but she had slipped into the peaceful land of unconsciousness.
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A single tear leaked out of Bulma's tightly closed eyes.
"Yes, it hurts, doesn't it?" Yamcha whispered maliciously. "If you thought that hurt you've got another thing coming. After today that night will seem like a pleasant memory. And your friends… Look what you did to them you little whore!" He jerked her head so that she had a clear view of her two friends lying on the floor unconscious. "Such loyalty they showed you, and you had to go and throw them against the wall… What kind of a friend are you?" The hand that was clenched her hair jerked to the side, banging Bulma's head against the wall. A small trickle of blood began to run into her left eye; she was now disoriented and had no idea what was going on. "Did you like that bitch?" Yamcha asked. Without waiting for an answer he threw her towards the bed and released her hair. Bulma went sailing over the bed and landed in a heap on the floor next to the bundle that was her son.
Her mind was spinning; she had to get him out of the room. The first idea that sprung to her mind was to fake that she was unconscious and maybe he would leave her alone. She lay as still as possible, hoping that he would leave if she wasn't awake to respond to his cruelty. Unfortunately she had no such luck.
Yamcha hurdled the bed and landed at her unmoving side; she was apparently unconscious. "Well, I'll just give her something to think about after she wakes up..."
Bulma didn't know what he meant by that, but she soon found out. The sudden impact of a foot into her side caused her to lose any air that she had left inside her lungs. The heiress thought that would be the end of it, but once again fate was not on her side. His foot connected with her ribs and face over and over again until she really did lose consciousness.
Before leaving Yamcha turned and gave her crumpled body a disgusted look, "You always were a weak, pathetic whore. It took me this long to realize that…" With that he was gone leaving the small one room apartment with three unconscious women and a young child that was, for once, as silent as death itself.
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A/n: Okay, I know that was graphically violent, and it may have disturbed some of you, but that kinda the point…
What did you think? It was short, I know, but that doesn't mean it wasn't good, right? Right?
Meliah: You really are evil; did you know that?
Raven: I'm evil? Why?
Meliah: You cut off after one of the biggest action scenes in the whole story, and… and… that's just cruel beyond all reason…
Raven: Is it?
Meliah: **nods**
Raven: You're right… It is overly cruel! But that's why I'm so good at what I do!
Meliah: **raises an eyebrow** You're ego is also enormous…
Raven: I know! ^_^
Meliah: … You are the oddest creature I have ever had the misfortune to meet…
Raven: Thank you! ^_^
Meliah: That wasn't a compliment…
Raven: Maybe not to you… But I think that they have waited for long enough…
Meliah: What do you mean?
Raven: I'm gunna give them the rest of the story now of course!
Meliah: Perhaps you are not as cruel as I originally thought you were…
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Zarbon was sitting at the bar pouring drinks for a table full of Saiyans that Marron was serving. There was only one waitress on duty because of he the lack of customers in the middle of the afternoon, but the first rush of people would be coming in soon for dinner. Bulma was supposed to be working, but she still hadn't shown up. It really didn't surprise the green bartender. She hadn't been on time for a shift since her son was born. If he hadn't felt sorry for her Zarbon would have fired her from The Bar, but there was something about the cast away daughter of the Briefs family that he could relate to.
Marron sauntered up to the bar carrying a small notepad, a pen, and a tray. "Hey Zarbon," she purred, "got my drinks ready?"
Zarbon indicated with his hand to a line of glasses sitting on the counter, "There you are Love."
"Thanks Z…" she whispered in a sultry voice while handing him the top piece of paper off the notepad.
"Anytime Love." As soon as Marron had left Zarbon returned to preparing drinks. Just as he set down a large glass of a Chijin drink Yamcha sat down and grabbed the glass. "You really shouldn't-" The green bartender didn't get to finish his sentence before the fuming Chikyuu-jin poured the contents of the glass down his throat.
"Eugh! What the hell was that?" Yamcha asked wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"I was going to say you shouldn't drink that, but there you go. Now you know why… It's a Chijin drink."
Yamcha eyed the now partially full glass warily, "What's in it?"
"Mostly blood…" Zarbon replied, refilling the glass.
"Eugh!" That is disgusting… How can they drink that?"
"Apparently it serves the same purpose as an aphrodisiac to them…"
"Did someone say aphrodisiac?" Marron asked as she sauntered up to the counter again. "Were you naughty boys talking about me?"
"No, Love, we weren't. Here are the drinks for table nine."
Marron put on her pouting face while taking the drinks, "I guess you guys don't like me." The blue-haired Chikyuu-jin walked away from the bar with her head hanging but her hips still swaying.
"Listen Zarbon, I need you to cover my shift for me tonight… I've got plans…" Yamcha said as he eyed Marron's round bottom as she made her way over to table nine.
"Plans… Right… I suppose I can take over for you tonight mate. Now if you could just go fetch me Bulma. She hasn't showed up for her shift yet."
Yamcha's eyes suddenly went huge with surprise, "Oh, I saw her already… She had a 'long night', if you know what I'm sayin'. I doubt she have the strength or the ability to move after last night…"
"The Saiyan Prince? You mean she? Are you serious? That's odd… She hasn't taken a customer in quite some time… Why would she choose the prince?"
"Well that's an easy one Zarbon. She's a little slut and a gold digger. She wants to be queen or maybe just his mistress. Either way she'd live in the lap of luxury in the palace."
"Well good for her. It's about time she got out of this dump. This is no place to raise a child."
Yamcha didn't reply to that; he was secretly hoping that no one would go in to check on Bulma or else he would be in a whole shit load of trouble. "Goodnight Zarbon. See you tomorrow."
"G'night mate," Zarbon replied as he wiped off the top of the bar with a rag. It was going to be a long night if he had to work two shifts in a row.
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Later that Night
Vegeta stepped through the double doors of The Bar; he was on top of the world. The woman he had once planned to mate was now coming back to the palace with him, for good. She would come, and she would bring their son with her. There would be absolutely no objections. The Saiyan Prince had made the arrangements with his father to purchase her two friends and set them free. They would then be allowed to do what ever they chose. This was the greatest day of the prince's life; nothing could go wrong.
The prince walked up to the bar at the back of the room.
"Why don't you take a seat sir, and one of our waitresses-" Zarbon happened to look up while he was washing a glass. "Prince Vegeta! Is there anything I can get for you sire?"
"Where is the Woman?" Vegeta asked in a gruff tone.
"The Woman sire? I don't know- Oh! Wait a moment! You mean Bulma, don't you? She's probably in her room. From what Yamcha told me she was still quite tired from your activities last night…"
Vegeta found this something very odd to say, but he ignored the feeling of uncertainty welling inside of him. He gave a curt nod before heading back to the residential area of The Bar. The door to Bulma's room was shut, which didn't surprise him. It was late, and his son was probably sleeping. He gave a small knock; there was no way he was going to barge into her room when she could be changing. Vegeta didn't want to give her a heart attack before she even left the shit hole she called a home. When there was no answer at the door he tried again, this time he called her name, "Onna?" Yet again there was still no answer, and he could faintly hear the sound of a baby crying inside. Thinking that she may have slipped out to take a shower and left the baby alone Vegeta opened the door and stepped inside. The sight that greeted him was one that could only exist in his most terrible of nightmares.
On one side of the room the blonde cyborg was lying motionless in a twisted position. On the other was the raven-haired Frypan-jin lying sprawled out on her back against the wall; there was blood trickling down the wall from the back of her head into a large pool on the floor. What Vegeta saw next was something that would haunt his nightmares for the rest of his life. Bulma was lying in a crumpled heap next to the pile of blankets where their son was crying for his mother. The lavender haired toddler was attempting to reach his mother from where he was lying, but it was a futile attempt.
The prince rushed to his woman's side and rolled her over in his arms. Her face was covered in blood and bruises; there wasn't a patch of skin that wasn't bright red with blood or purple with bruises. There was also a large amount of blood covering her torso, and Vegeta could feel and see a rib jutting out from underneath her ruined white dress. Fate was indeed cruel to him. He had just about reached a happy point in his life when it was ripped violently away from him. If Bulma died there would be hell to pay. The Saiyan Prince didn't want to leave her alone, but it was the only way to get her help. He lay her body down gently on the ground and dashed at top speed out to the main area of the bar.
Zarbon noticed the prince's panicked facial expression as soon as he entered the bar. The green bar tender slipped out from behind the bar and ran to the prince, "Is something wrong sire?"
"Someone has attacked three women in Bulma's room. They need help. Call the palace and tell them to send an emergency med team here immediately on my command!"
"Right away Sire!" Zarbon dashed back to the bar and used the telephone hidden beneath the cash register. "Three women have been attacked the prince requires an emergency med team to report to The Bar right away. Yes, thank you." He hung up the phone and headed back to Bulma's room. The sight he found was indeed grisly. The wall behind where the aqua haired beauty was lying was covered in blood, and her face was horribly marred. The other two girls didn't look much better than Bulma. 18 was twisted in such a way that would have snapped half of the wires in her body and broken her neck, were she human. Chi-Chi was sitting in a pool of blood and the back of her head had been smashed into the concrete wall. "My Gods…" Zarbon whispered as he took in the horrible sight.
"Get out of our way," growled an angry voice behind him. The owner of the voice pulled him out of the doorway and out into the hall. It was the med team, and they were now lifting Bulma's broken body gently onto a stretcher. "My Gods," one muttered as he helped place Chi-Chi onto a stretcher, "what kind of a monster did this?"
Zarbon hadn't even thought of that. The person who attacked the three women was probably lurking around hie bar somewhere. His attention was drawn back to the room when he heard an inquiry about the baby.
"Why wasn't the baby attacked?" one man asked.
Another answered, "Perhaps the attacker didn't notice it… Which one do you think it belongs to?"
"I'll guess will have to wait until they wake up to find out," the other replied. "What should we do with it until then?"
"I will take the brat," a gruff voice said from the hallway. The two medics and Zarbon turned to find Vegeta watching from the hallway as they carried the bodies out.
"That is not necessary Sire," one of the men said. "There is no need for the prince to be bothered with such a trivial matter as the child of a whore. We'll give him to a governess or someone else to take care of him."
"I will take the brat," Vegeta repeated.
"Why?" Zarbon asked. "What interest do you hold in Bulma's baby?"
"The brat is my son. Am I not allowed to hold interest in my own son's well being?"
"Your-your son? How's that-"
"I don't think that's any of your damn business," the prince growled while taking the child out of the medic's arms. "The women will not be coming back."
Confused, Zarbon asked, "Which women Sire?"
"All three of them. They now belong to the Saiyan Royal Family. Good day to you…" With that the Saiyan Prince disappeared with his son in his arms.
"His son?" one of the medics asked the other. "I didn't know Prince Vegeta had a son…"
"Neither did I… And with a whore, no less… Go figure…"
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In the Med Lab
"What do you have to report on her condition?" Vegeta asked the short doctor as he watched Bulma through the glass window. She was lying on a bed, hooked up to many different machines. The prince couldn't help but think of how unfair it was that the gods had cursed him to be without her.
The doctor scratched his baldhead and looked up at Vegeta, "I'm sorry to report, Your Highness, that we won't be able to put her into the regen tank until she wakes up. Her head injuries were more severe than we thought. If we were to put her in now it is likely that she would never wake up."
The Saiyan Prince slammed his fist against the glass pane that was separating him from the woman he cared most about in the world. "How long?"
"Excuse me Sire?"
"How long until she wakes up?" he asked angrily.
The doctor decided it was safer to look at the floor than the furious Saiyan Prince, "We don't know Sire. She may never wake up. Her body will heal, over time, but we're not sure about her mind. She may just decide that it is safer to stay inside her own mind and never wake up. It is really difficult to say. On the bright side, the other two women are doing just fine. We sent the cyborg down to the technical lab to have her wires-"
"I don't give a damn about the other two!" the prince roared.
"Sire, I-"
"Go away!" Vegeta pressed his head against the glass and closed his eyes to block out the vision of Bulma connected to all of the wires, but all that accomplished was to bring back the images of his onna lying crumpled and bleeding on the floor of her one room apartment. Whoever had done this to her would pay. Oh yes, and they would pay dearly.
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A/n: Well, Bulma has really gotten herself into it this time… Will she ever wake up to tell Vegeta who attacked her? Or will she stay in an eternal sleep for the rest of her life? PLZ R&R!!! Until Later!
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