Guess what? I don't own Dragonball GT。If I did I wouldn't be writing this fic。

I am now 18。 Funny how fast time elapses so swiftly。It never turns back to yesterday。It only moves on to tomorrow。What is tomorrow anyway?

When I was 15 I was taught a lesson。They say it true " life is a bad teacher because it gives the test before the lesson。"I failed my test and I earned my lesson。However, I say to myself from day to day that I will never ever make the same mistake again。The pain I felt when I was denied my innocence made me mature。I no longer have dreams。

Vegeta acted like nothing ever happened afterwards。I was a fool to think that something had changed between us and he was just too proud to admit it。 I followed him around like a fool。I let him do as he pleased with my body。My developing,fifteen year – old body。I never voiced my pain during our training to him。However, the truth was I was not ready for what we were doing。 My body was not ready, but I thought would grow to suit the situation better。Foolish me for believing that。 It never occurred to me that it wasn't just my body that was not ready。After all, he was 49 years older than me and far more experienced and dark。That tiny brain of mine just wouldn't comprehend the fact that he was just using me。I was brought up to trust adults。They knew the best。They knew what was right and what was wrong。Most importantly, they would never tell you to do something that would protentially harm you。

How foolish of me。

Three years is not a long time。I think differently now。I started thinking different when he kept on going back to his wife and family even after we were together for almost 3 months。 I started thinking differently when he never spoke a word to me before or after the training。I started thinking different when my pillow was soaked with my tears and I was unable to cry anymore。I started thinking differently when he finally told me that I was a good whore。

I was a good whore。 I was just a whore。

I didn't mean a fucking thing to him。

" when Bulma gets boring,a young whore like yourself is definitely most refreshing。"

The day he uttered this hot words in my ears during my orgasm was the day I left him。I shall never love him again。I told myself。How foolish。

He never looked at me straight in the eye again after that day。I went once again back to having no core, no soul, and no meaning to him。No,I never had such things to him。

He was relieved。 I could tell。He never wanted me around。I was just a pleasurable burden。Why was it sorrow in his eyes I thought I glimpsed in his eyes。In a second it was gone and replaced by a smirk。

It was short, but at least I updated。