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How it really Happened
Vegeta towered over Bulma as she lay crumpled on the tile floor.
"I told you to stay away from that place! What goes on it that room is none of your concern!"
Bulma winced as Vegeta raised his arm ready to strike. As his arm came down Bulma was able to roll to the right just in time to avoid his brutal fist. Bulma looked up at him, the look on her face pleading for him to stop this crazed assault. But the glare on his face and the hatred in his eyes told her that this was not the side of Vegeta that she could possibly reason with.
Bulma tried to duck as the furious blows continued, but she was not quick enough. She remained on the floor in a daze her eyes barely capable of making out Vegeta's intimidating figure standing over her.
He lowered himself into a sitting position beside her and moved his face near enough to Bulma's so that she could feel his hot breath as he whispered.
"You never should have gone into that room." His words were like icy daggers, cold words which would lay Bulma down forever.
As Bulma came to realize this she began to panic. She looked for an escape route, but saw none. Would her son come home soon? God, please come home Trunks, please. She tried to scream, but her mouth was too swollen and bruised. Her lacerated lips oozed with blood. As she cried the blood splattered across the floor.
Vegeta seemed disgusted at the release of bodily fluids.
"Pitiful humans." With those last words Vegeta kicked Bulma over onto her stomach. He slowly scanned his eyes over her luscious body. Oh, how he had enjoyed using this woman to satisfy his needs over and over again. Oh well, he'll find another toy in time. No hurry.
He positioned his foot right over her spine.
CRACK!