Hold On: by Lady Frightmare

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of its components

A/N: I'll be writing in third person just to let y'all know

And God said, "Let there be words!!"

Chapter 5

A cruel smirk graced Vegeta's lips as she asked her previous question.

"I think it's about time you pay me back for the punishment I endured because I let you escape. Anyways this will get me in Yamcha's good books and that will give me time to think about how I can dethrone him stupid bastard", he growled.

"But must you use me", she cried out tears prickling his eyes.

Vegeta felt a sea of guilt rise up in his stomach; it almost broke his heart to see her like that. Almost. 'Dammit what the hell is wrong with me I don't feel guilt or anything of the sort I don't feel at all', he snarled in his head at his body's, what he thought, stupid reaction.

"Are y-you ok", she sniffed pitifully at his inner turmoil.

"Yes you stupid bitch", he roared at her making her flinch and start trembling in fear.

"Get your fucking clothes on now and hurry", he howled at her a tad harsher that he intended to.

She nodded frightfully, her eyes wide in horror, she quickly swam to the edge of the small water pool and grabbed a crumpled shirt that fell to about her knees off the edge and slipped it on.

He strode over to Bulma and roughly dragged her out of the water and stood her upright.

"We're leaving now", he said shortly before pulling her stiffly back to camp.

"Oww please stop pulling so hard you're hurting me", she whined tears falling freely down her rosy cheeks. She was immensely scared of what was to become of her. She vaguely remembered what Yamcha had looked like, decent, muscular but every time she thought up of one good aspect of his body Vegeta always was her comparison. Yamcha was simply a dickhead.

The pale brown covering for the tents slowly came into view as they steadily walked forward much to Bulma's disappointment. Men inside the tents could hear the never ceasing wails from Bulma and cautiously peeked out of their tent flaps. Her majestic wings flapped indignantly as she was carelessly dragged along, violet powder sprinkling behind her leaving a distinct trail.

In front of them stood the master of all tents it seemed, it was huge. Vegeta leered at the large tent and pushed aside the tent flap and walked in.

"Yamchop I got you something", Vegeta stated pulling Bulma up beside him.

He appeared in front of the pair and gazed hungrily at Bulma, his eyes raking up and down her body.

"What do you want brat", he snapped his eyes lingering on Bulma.

"Well you remember that girl I let escape 10 years ago that was supposed to be your wife?" said Vegeta with a knowing look in his eyes.

"Ya." he said suspiciously.

"Here she is and she's all yours if you raise my station", he said smirking it was one of those things that he knew Yamcha couldn't refuse.

"Fine", he snapped putting his hand out waiting for Vegeta to pass over Bulma to himself.

Vegeta placed his hands behind Bulma's slightly curved back and lightly pushed her forward.

"Knock yourself out", sneered Vegeta before walking out of the grand tent and back to his own.

Bulma was now standing shakily infront of Yamcha.

"Well my dear I think it's about time you learn a lesson in obedience", he grinned impishly.

Her eyes widened in realization of what his small statement had meant.

"I won't let you rape me, Goku won't let you", she screamed in defiance as he grabbed her wrists and forced her against his developed chest.

"I'm quite confident that Vegeta will restrain Goku after he hears your screams", he hissed intentionally licking her ear lobe; his breath hot and heavy nearly suffocated her.

Her eyes closed in hopes of waking up into a better reality, but no such luck. Yamcha picked her up and flung her onto the bed immediately straddling her as soon as her got to the bed, crushing one of her wings, and bending other in an awkward angle tearing the skin on her back.

"Your vocal cords are going to get a workout babe", he said snidely before lowering his mouth for a kiss as she cried out in agony.

'I feel guilty', Vegeta thought as he lay on his futon in his father's tent, 'Pahh what am I turning into some sentimental fool she meant nothing to me' he convinced himself. 'But she looked so pitiful and full of fear', his conscience countered. 'Well she should toughin up', Vegeta finished before hearing a glass-shattering scream from inside Yamcha's tent.

"Better go restrain Goku", he said to himself before pushing himself off of his bed and jogging out side of his home. He saw Goku staring at him, face red with rage, as he strode purposefully toward him.

"You bastard, I don't know how I could even consider you a friend", Goku growled angrily before delivering a heavy blow to Vegeta's flawless face.

"How could you do that to her, she's only 19!!" Goku cried out shaking Vegeta before shoving him to the ground.

Goku brought back his foot preparing to kick Vegeta in the ribs, when Yamcha walked out of his tent with a huge grin on his face with smudged blood on his cheeks. Vegeta and Goku's eyes both widened a considerable amount at that certain detail.

"Now boys I'm going on a mission for 5 months in Costa Rica. No one, and I mean no one is to go near the girl Bulma in my tent. She was a hand full and I hope for her to be more lenient next time. Commander Goku you are to be in charge of Private Vegeta", he smirked at his last statement.

"PRIVATE MY ASS!! You said you would raise my rank, I was a Captian and now you put me in the lowest rank!!!" roared Vegeta in pure anger.

"Remind me to send a sympathy card", Yamcha sneered before departing to his private chopper.

You could faintly hear the shallow cries coming from Bulma deep with Yamcha's corridors, over the loud rustling of the chopper blades.

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Sorry it took me forever to post the next chapter, I just was lazy with the holidays and had billions of huge exams..but I guess that's no excuse

I'll try much harder to post quicker

Luv

Midnight