Author's Note: Thanks for all the reviews! Unfortunately I cannot promise that Vegeta will become 'nice,' as some of you wish, because Vegeta's character isn't really that 'nice,' to begin with. I hope that does not hinder you in your reading of my story. Thanks for reading, once again. 3 VBHA

Revenge
By Vegeta's Blue-Haired Angel

Bulma lay staring out her window. The bloody red sun was slowly making its way above the horizon. She lay broken on her bed, her whole body feeling as though it was ripped in half. He had taken her with all the ferocity he could manage, and left her. He screamed above her, spilling his seed into her depths, ripped himself out of her and left, cackling about being no one's fool.

Now she lay, tangled within her sheets, dried trails of tears, painfully, in trajectories down her cheeks. Closing her eyes, she tried to think of what had driven him to his madness. He barged in her room, obliterating her door, and demanding she took her 'spell' off of him.

Stupid Saiyan, and his stupid paranoia. She couldn't take much more of this. She felt as though her spirit was broken. He literally raped her, and she was powerless to do anything about that. He had taken her innocence, she felt dirty and used.

A weak anger flared up inside her. She would get revenge. She would show that Saiyan what it was like to be taken advantage of. She, Bulma Briefs, was the smartest and prettiest woman he would ever lay eyes on, yet he still treated her as though she were the dirt on his boot… no worst! Tears spilled out of her pain-etched eyes as she tried to roll out of bed. She choked a scream down, as the pain shooting through her body was unbearable. Gods how she hated him.

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He had left, and he had been freed from her spell. For the time being. After having her, and hearing her shrieks of pain underneath him, he felt an even more intense lust for her. More so than he had before.

Vegeta had been training in the gravity chamber for three days straight now, thinking, non-stop, of her and what he had felt pummeling himself into her depths. He needed her again; she had become even more of a distraction. All he could concentrate on were her tear-streaked eyes, and the blood. Oh, the glorious blood that had flowed out of her womb as he took her, again and again.

Her blood felt different from his previous victims. Her blood almost felt… pure, while the other poor beasts he slaughtered were tainted with mud. After his experience he had deducted that she, indeed, were an angel, while he, as a devil, had taken advantage of him. Not necessarily a devil, per say, but it felt more… peccadillo. He chuckled at the thought of dark and light coming together in a union of mortal needs.

Tonight he would take her again, she had almost become addictive. Although she were loud during the waking hours, at night when she screamed, it were nothing more than a low growl. How Saiyan-like she was. How very Saiyan… it seems as though he had chosen correctly, to stay on this blasted mud ball.

After killing Kakkarot, he may keep her around, just so he could hear her low moans of pain. It sent adrenaline through his veins. Tonight he would steal her away, she had moved across the compound into another luxurious room, closer to her laboratory, however, that would not stop him. He would take her, even stronger and longer than before.

He felt as though his mind had numbed. Anyone else would have thought of Vegeta as though he were insane. Maybe he was…

Vegeta shrunk back into the shadows of the gravity chamber, it was close to midnight, and he would strike soon. He could almost smell her. It aroused him even more than he already was. Now was the time.

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Her crystalline tears spilled down her cheeks as she touched the bruises on her hip. They hurt so much. The pain of their encounter was fresh in her mind. She closed her eyes, wondering how she could ever become attracted to a man like that.

He really was crazy, he needed to leave, and never come back. She wouldn't miss him, no. He had a frenetic look in his eyes that night. He wasn't right, something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong…

She shivered as an ominous shadow washed over her. She didn't know what it was about the cool night air that whipped into her room, but she felt as though… oh! She couldn't explain… yet… she knew that something would happen, and soon. She just didn't want to fathom what.

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He watched as she examined the bruises on her hips. Something unsettling stirred within him. He just didn't know what it was, so he brushed it off as nervousness. He watched as her beautiful face flinched, as her hands traveled down her body. He could feel his pants tightening.

He would watch for a little longer, he liked the peace that was preserved between them at this moment, and didn't want to ruin his picture of an angel… one that he had unknowingly been searching for.

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Author's Note: Ooh, a little scary, eh? Thanks for reading (for the third time). Hope to see ya'll next chapter!