Part 5

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A/N: Only continue if you can bare the harsh truth of humanity, what does happen can happen to anyone and as bad as it seems there is time for growth and change for without chaos what change can occur? We all can find a solution and even true love in our darkest hour, the hours we dread most.

I say nothing; I merely stroke the back of her head, twirling her soft hair around my fingers. Her tears slow down and her sobbing eventually comes to a halt and together we sit in absolute silence. I open my mouth but no words could come out, for what was I to say to this silly earthling? She takes on of my hands into hers and holds on tight and then she begins to tell me what happened and I too felt rage boiling deep in my gut, I felt hot and bothered and my mind was focused on killing him.

She begins saying how the romance started many years ago and how, since all the martial arts tournaments, all the public exposure warped his personality and he became someone she could no longer recognise. She said he was always cocky but also witty and smart but as the years progressed his comments became crude and senseless as though he cared only for more attention, especially from the female audience. When she found a list of phone numbers of all women of all sorts in his wallet, tucked away beneath his pillow she had attempted to confront him with her concerns and in a sudden act of desperation he had belted her across the head. I felt sick in the stomach, the filthy human male, how could he dare disgrace such a beautiful and seemingly untouched creature such as Bulma was.

Bulma stood up and walked back and fourth, her arms crossed tightly and her face reddened with such sorrow and agony that I couldn't bare to look at her, I just listened and remained motionless as she continued. I questioned her why I had never seen a bruise or blood upon her head and as she answered me I felt my fists clench tighter the anger boiling hotter than my body could handle, my temper would soon explode but I needed to hear more. She appeared not to notice the state of rage I was coming to as she continued to pace anxiously across the front porch. She tells me how he flew to Kami's lookout place to collect a sensi bean which he then used to cure me, for all his public exposure would bring him down if proof was found he had attacked a woman, especially one of such high social status. He had apologised to her and said he would never hurt her again.

Bulma was suddenly choked up, she told me of the last time he had hurt her in a way that betrays the right of all women on the planet. He had forced himself in her, tearing at her clothes and his own protruding heated flesh forced it's way inside, rapidly moving and thrusting, tearing at her inner muscles as she howled in pain and submission. I could take no more but I also could not leave Bulma as she burst into cries of sadness and I pulled her back down onto the step and into my arms, holding onto her so tightly and I knew, never again would that vile character harm this radiant creature whom he does not and in all truth, he never deserved.

My heart was seeking revenge but the revenge died as her crying once again ceased and she looked up at me with such a feeling of appreciation and what seemed to be dependency that the anger inside of me became quiet. Yamcha would wait a while until I can make this woman strong enough to deal with her personal problems on her own. Yes, my heart desires in deeply and at this very moment I want nothing more to carry her up to a bed and ravage her in such a way she would howl in please of climatic proportions but my mind tore me away from those intentions. I must learn about the properties of true love and if it is as pure as others claim it to be then what happens between me and her from now on must be in perfect order, I must sort out my priorities, I must care for this woman's well being.

I smile at her, but only for a short moment and then I tell her to go to bed and get some rest. She protests but I told her, she does not look fit to go out into public and that she was almost hideous with her red eyes and messy hair. She grunts at me in a slightly mad style but I think she understands what I mean so she leaves me by myself, and heads back into the house.

How could anyone cause another being such pain when causing pain is his or her only objective? I do not understand these humans anymore than I did when I first landed here all those years ago. No saiyan would ever do that to their mate, the female saiyan was always considered a prize possession due to their rarity and so none were ever harmed in such a manner. I hate them. I hate him.