Disclaimer: Dragonball Z is in no part mine, and I suppose it's content would rapidly change if I did have a part in owning it. I guess there'd be...a lot more girls in it, and a lot of yuri:dies laughing: Just to mortify you all! And for my own personal entertainment! Muahaha!

Author's Note: I'm straight! XD ...But oh well, I wish I was bi...:shrugs:

Dedication: This story remains to be for Kat, and a late birthday gift...I hope this becomes a wonderful BV in your honor. :grins:

Abduction

By Pikachu Hunter

Chapter Two: Vegeta, The Kidnapper

The aqua-marine hair in her eyes was blocking her view of...whatever it was that was squatting in front of her. Bulma tried to prop herself up on her elbows, but found herself shoved back to her state of lying down by the figure before her. "Goddamn, my head hurts..." Bulma reached to her forehead with a pale, fragile and dainty set of fingers. After discovering a warm forehead, she deemed it a mere fever, and ran her fingers through her sky hair. "Where am I...?" She blinked, and tried to rid the foggy darkness that shrouded all she could see. It appeared that she was in a dark room, just lying on the wood floor. Bulma felt a scrape on her right elbow; whatever was sitting in front of her had probably made that as it put her there. The girl was a little more than gangly, and her long limbs were probably hard to keep in a natural position on the floor. She didn't blame what had happened on her unseen assailant.

Thinking back to the assailant, she looked to the dark figure, just crouching against the floor. It seemed to be looking at her, but Bulma couldn't tell in this light. She'd need a lamp, or a flashlight to even tell what gender it was, though by the feel of the arms that had pulled her off her bike earlier, she assumed it was a man. "Who are you?" She questioned the thing opposite her.

"That's my business, but I'll let you know anyway. We might be spending an awful long time together, and I know it would be frustrating to not know my name. Telling you is a dangerous move, but I doubt that much harm could come from it." The figure replied, in a deep, reassured sounding voice. Then it was indeed a man, Bulma concluded.

"So, who are you? Do you want something from me, or what?" Bulma demanded answers. She was the daughter of one of the wealthiest men on the planet, and would settle for nothing less than the truth, and right away. Bulma felt she was owed something, getting a scrape, having that gross piece of...whatever thrown over her perfect lips, and waking up somewhere unfamiliar.

The character laughed, before standing up. Bulma watched the stranger stretch his limbs out, and his form grew taller. He was not one of high stature, but tall enough to be around Bulma's age, the girl figured. "My name is Vegeta," he introduced himself. "I'm seventeen."

"I'm sixteen." Came Bulma's groggy reply, still tired from...oh, only Kami knew why she was so tired. Had she been asleep? "And my name is Bulma," she added quickly.

"I know who you are," snapped Vegeta. He began walking somewhere—Bulma could hear heavy footfalls, and they were leading away from her. Bulma stood to follow, but Vegeta turned around, and pointed at her. "Stay there." He ordered.

"Am I supposed to listen to you? You're almost no older than I am, and I don't even know why I'm here! Why should I do what you say?" Raising her voice, Bulma advanced towards Vegeta's outline in the dark, probably with intentions of injuring him. She was unsuccessful, as Vegeta moved swiftly forwards, and wrapped an arm around her neck. She felt a cold, sharp something at her throat. A knife?

"You should do as I say, because I will kill you if you don't. And you don't want Daddy to find the corpse of his only child in his office, once he pays your ransom, do you?" Vegeta whispered fiercely, with a tone that could freeze over a forest fire, it was so cold, right into Bulma's delicate ear.

"Ransom?" Bulma felt herself shiver. "You mean, this is all about money!" She screeched. "You bastard!" The teen tried to step on Vegeta's feet, but missed, and hit the floor.

Vegeta heard the stomp, and knew it was intended for his foot. "Oh, so little Bulma isn't so good at defending herself?" He gave a dark laugh, and gave her a lustful look. Bulma couldn't see it, but she felt the stare on her, and knew what he was thinking.

"Get away from me, you pervert! Don't touch me!" Bulma gave a shrill scream, and began struggling against the boy. Vegeta pressed the knife a little closer to her neck.

"Are you sure you want to try and get away? You might...lose a little blood." Vegeta grinned to himself. "Besides...what would you care if I made you my whore, anyways? I'm sure you've had lots of fun with the rich boys in your neighborhood, already." He used one hand to hold the knife at her throat, but the other ran calloused fingers slowly down her neck, and carefully over her collarbone. In the dark, Bulma felt so helpless, especially with the weapon at Vegeta's disposal.

"Please, don't do anything to me. Leave me alone." Bulma pleaded, feeling hot tears begin to trickle down her cheeks, and burn the track it took on its way to her chin. There, they dripped off her face. One landed on Vegeta's hand, which ran quickly and gently over Bulma's left breast. He caressed her for a moment, resting his face on her shoulder, then released her.

"You'll do as I say," was his quick reply. "Stay in here, if you want to live." Vegeta warned. What did you just do to her? You idiot, he thought. You just sexually assaulted a young woman, none the less, Bulma Briefs! If you're caught, not only will her father want your head, but so will she and her mother, and every other woman who's befriended this girl! You'd be smart to let her be, you're already going to be in a lot of shit if something goes wrong, and you get caught!

Vegeta stepped out of the room, and closed the rickety, old door carefully. There was no lock on it, so he would have to trust that his threats had worked enough charm on her to keep her still. He ventured down the corridor of the building, which was just as dark as the room Bulma was held captive in.

Bulma, shut inside the room, began sobbing uncontrollably, and found herself balling up in a corner. She cradled herself with her long, thin arms, and gave a careful touch to the breast he had touched, as if wondering if he had taken it with him, or if it was poisoned, now. Something like that. But Bulma felt dirty, now. She wanted a shower, badly, to try and wash away how disgusting she felt, now. Was that what the common boys thought of her? That she was a rich whore?

Bulma sobbed into her knees, and hugged herself closer, trying to disappear into the dark of the room, and find that it was all just a dream.

Well, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter:) I had fun writing it, and I look forward to your reviews! I hope this story can recover from my long neglect, and still make itself something great!