Inevitability

Chapter Twenty-Two: Trigger

Bulma was not sure whether to yell or to run as fast as her feet could take her, or fly off as sooner as she could. She was lost in her own little misery as she heard the hollow voice of the lizard from the inside of the room. She was considering all possible actions as fast as she could in her mind. She was thinking of the possible outcomes as well and the damage it would cause to everyone... Again. She had done just enough harm to her people, whether they were aware of it or not. Now it was the time for her to do something smart. And fast.

The situation in Vegeta's mind was far more complicated. The two sides of his personality clashed in a fierce battle with one another. As much as one of his sides screamed at him to take the woman and go hide somewhere to train and become stronger to beat the lizard to a bloody pulp, while the other was trying so hard to convince it that it would be such a cowardly act that he would not be able to bear the mocking of the homosexual creature and his lapdogs. And so, the Saiya-jin Prince let out a low growl while advancing towards his "master". He snorted as he strode over to where the yells were coming from. Master. Freeza. Ha!

The Princess blinked several times before she realized just what was actually happening as she ran after her "friend". Realization dawned on her. She was losing him. At this very moment, he was becoming so distant. So very distant. Yes, he was just in front of her, storming angrily towards the ballroom from the beautiful wide balcony, but in the same time his soul was drifting even further away from her touch. She was far more than just aware that each time he was turning so angry, he lost a part of him to the hatred that burned him and his insides. He was losing the control over himself. And she was not exactly sure what could possibly happen if he really lost all of his self-restraints...

She had read, indeed, some strange legends the Saiya-jins possessed when they were alive. Stories passed from generations to generations. Stories of the strongest being ever alive - the Legendary Super Saiya-jin. A being so powerful that no other could match its power. No one could ever dominate over the Legendary. Yet no one had ever achieved it, even after the mindless training all of the Saiya-jin race endured in their whole life. They were lacking something. Something very important. Probably the thing that would trigger their Legendary one to transform.

Bulma had even seen the creature. There was a painting of some sort on the same page as the legend. The main characteristics of the Saiya-jins were that all of them had dark brown, almost black, or just pure obsidian colored eyes and hair. They had furry brown tails that gave them the ability to change into a powerful monster on a night of full moon. Yet the creature on the picture had golden hairs and teal eyes, ones that could match her own. The powerful aura surrounding it gave the figure a majestic appearance, almost heavenly, if not aware of the power that it possessed. The power to destroy a whole planet in one blow.

With a slight shake of her head, Bulma returned to herself, watching as Vegeta glared down at Freeza's actions. She had known for all these years that the boy hated the lizard, that he despised him more than anything else in life, more than he hated life itself about now. She was not sure what to make of it as Freeza glared up at him with a slight wicked grin on his lips.

"What do you know? Our little monkey Prince is back!" His gang of butchers laughed stupidly at his exclamation before the tyrant's hand rose for him to enjoy the raw growls of hate that were emitted from the Saiya-jin's throat. The boy's eyebrows were tightly knitted and he had taken almost a battle stance from his place on the balcony doorframe that was slightly higher than the floor. Freeza chuckled as he recognized the Earth Princess right behind his trophy boy. "I see both of you have really missed me to grant such a lovely warm welcome to my modest persona." Another cold chuckle.

"Lord Freeza..." The boy seethed between his tightly clenched teeth. His strong jaw line was tense as Bulma looked at the side of him. His profile was fixed into a completely stiffened state. The cerulean eyes shifted back to the lizard who was now levitating in front of the Prince in his strange chair. A rough knit of the lizard's eye brows got the proud youth on his knee. Bulma had never before seen him so angry, yet he managed to hide it well. She did not know whether she was just used to seeing his anger, or how he actually hid it, but the boy was mad. His fists, so tightly balled as to make his knuckles turn snow-white, shook by his side. His right hand was placed over his right knee as the other supported his balance while his other knee lay against the ground. His head was hanging extremely low, but at the side of his face, she could see that it was not of some fear or respect, but from the seeping anger that was drawn on his face that he was unable to hide.

"Oh, my dear monkey boy!" Freeza reached out from his chair and lifted Vegeta's chin so that he would meet his eyes. The action was revolting and utterly disgusting and the ebony haired youth seemed to notice that as his glaring eyes met the blood red ones of his master. A cruel laugh escaped Freeza's purple colored lips. What a terrible choice of lipstick... Bulma thought as she observed their exchange of looks. "I see you really missed me so dearly! Come on, admit it!" The idiotic creature teased as he smacked Vegeta's cheek roughly, making his head slightly shift from its place.

Bulma was mortified. Purely mortified. She had seen encounters of Vegeta and Freeza back in time, but nothing could compare to this. Probably before Freeza was also aware of the potential the little Saiya-jin possessed. His genes were the least to say dangerous from his throne. But it seemed that with the time, the lizard had grown to understand that nothing he did to disgrace the Prince could possibly trigger him. And that was why he was now mocking him in front of all the allied royalty of the planet Earth. But no one seemed to have fun, except for Freeza's men that was. They seemed to quite enjoy seeing how his master made fun of someone else than themselves.

The Princess wanted to help. She wanted to do something to lessen his tense right then. She could only imagine how embarrassing this was for him. There were all of her friends, all of the people that she had grown up with, everyone she knew. And they were looking at the bowing Prince, who was not even willing to do these things, or to endure all of this... Everyone was looking around in hope that someone would say something, something to make the lizard go away. Yet all of them were quite aware that it was quite not possible...

"What do we owe the pleasure of seeing you here, Your Excellency?" Bulma stepped from behind the bowing Prince, who threw her a secret glance which she caught with ease. A slight wink caused a low quiet growl to escape the boy's throat again.

"Oh, if that ain't my cute little Princess." The sickening sarcasm filled voice of the creature approached her as the levitating chair stood in front of her. A white fingertip with dark purple nail polish stroked the Princess' face and slid down her right side as the roaming restless bloody eyes of the lizard disgraced the innocent fiery beauty of the future Queen of the Earth kingdom.

"Sire..." Bulma's mother swallowed down her fear as she began speaking as respectively as she could. "Would you like to join our little party? We would be honored to have you around for some time." The Queen spoke, bowing shortly after. She was not one of those mothers that left their children all alone in a hard time. Bulma smiled knowingly at her mother as the dark stare shifted back to her form. She felt her own body stiffen as she understood why Vegeta hated that creature so much. There was something wicked about him... Something so very wicked that it was sickening. The Princess did her best to ignore the lump that was rising in her throat.

"I don't doubt you would, you weak rascals." Another cold chuckle. Bulma's fists clenched while a worried expression took over her mother's features. "But I have not come here to entertain you and your little doggie friends. I am only here for my monkey and the weakling daughter of yours." He licked his lips twistedly as his eyes roamed once again over the petite slender form of the lavender haired girl. "Don't think that you can do anything to stop me, will you?" A cruel laugh rang through the now extremely quiet room. It was truly very unusual for a ballroom to be that quiet, if someone had not decided to celebrate someone's death. For probably most of the present inhabitants of the room, the fact that Lord Freeza wanted Bulma meant her certain death. "Take them away, my dears." He announced as he took off back to his ship, leaving his little man-whores to do all the work.

But they had another thing coming. As soon as the lizard was out of sight, the Saiya-jin Prince let out a war cry as his aura changed drastically. His power increased rapidly as he threw himself over the warriors, most of which were not slightly a challenge to him. The people in the room quickly took off towards an unknown destination even to themselves, probably while Bulma looked petrified at what was happening in front of her. Vegeta and the other men were trashing the whole room. But what was worse than that fact was that most of them were almost gone and the green one, from all those years ago, was looking as arrogant and sure in himself as ever, while a pink colored blob joined him.

Bulma had a bad feeling about them. She was sure that they knew Vegeta quite for some time and probably knew all of his weaknesses. When it came time for the Saiya-jin to face them... Well, let's just say that he got completely trashed. The pink one grabbed her by the wrist while she struggled for her life. She was not the type to be kidnapped so easily. She kicked and hit him, as he probably did not expect her to be as strong as she was. A proud grin stretched on her lips as she began thanking Dende for trainings. But it was not long before the thing captured both her arms and pressed her against his disgusting unkempt body. She squirmed, trying to escape again, but to no avail. She caught herself looking at Vegeta's direction with hopes that he could help her but he seemed to have a very hard time helping himself. He was getting beat up by this creature, Zarbon was his name, she remembered.

Before she knew it, the lavender haired girl was dragged into that so familiar spacecraft that she had found herself in those years ago. She was soon taken further to Freeza's quarters and she could swear she could hear Vegeta's curses behind her back.

The corridors were wide and covered with no paintings, unlike the ones at her dear home Palace. The floor was not carpeted and it gave her the feeling of suspense of some sort. But how could she not feel like that?! She was going to be taken to Freeza's quarters, what else could she possibly feel?! And what was going to happen to her now? What was to become of her? Why didn't anyone try to stand out to the monster for her sake?! But she already knew what the answer was. She would've probably done the same thing if it was her in their place. She was just the one chosen to be his victim this time and no matter how much she struggled, she wouldn't have been able to do anything to those disgusting creatures.

Meanwhile behind her Vegeta was still constantly landing a kick in Zarbon's body parts and had another one in his own body by the right hand man of the homo lizard. He knew it was useless but he'd be damned if he gave up. Before he knew it, he was thrown in Freeza's feet, and Bulma was pushed towards the two of them as well. She swallowed down her fear. If anything, she was going to keep her dignity in her last moments of life, even though she wondered what she had done to deserve such treating.

"Ah, my lovely two youngsters!" The "man" in front of them exclaimed as Vegeta pulled himself into a fighting stance subconsciously in front of Bulma. "Now aren't the two of you cute?"

"Why did you leave me beat most of them up?" The Saiya-jin barked, making Freeza put a confused expression over his face.

"You haven't been giving them your all, aren't I right?" He asked coyly as he stretched his hand to touch Bulma's face but she shrugged him off, causing another cold meaningless chuckle to escape the purple colored lips. "Aren't you a fiery one... You'd make a perfect concubine for me, my dear." He grabbed her hair by force as her wrist covers his, trying to get him to let go of her hair. Vegeta growled and powered up again, trying to punch the teaser. He was surprised as his fist got caught by something behind him as he was thrown at the nearest wall. Shaking his head, the Prince regained his composure and threw himself at Dodoria, the pink creature that brought Bulma to that point.

"Such a beautiful creation as you shouldn't be a witness to such brutal displays of violence, my dear."

"Oh? And taking me as a hostage against my and all of my people's will was not brutal?" She spat venomously as she considered spitting in his face, but she didn't feel like dying just yet. She was far too brave and proud to do such a thing.

"But my Princess, I saw none of them objecting." He reasoned as he pulled her to his chair, his slimy hands entangling around her body. Swallowing hard she fought herself not to throw up at the thought what the thing in front of her could do if only he wished to. Yet none of them was aware that as the lizard was getting himself entertained, the Saiya-jin no Ouji had exterminated Dodoria and was now making his way towards the pair. Freeza enjoyed the fact that the Prince seemed extremely bothered that he was touching his... princess. A sly grin crossed the man's features before Zarbon stormed in again, holding Vegeta back as they were engaged into another fierce battle yet again.

"You're an evil man, Freeza..." She seethed between her clenched teeth as she felt his probing hand slide down the side of her leg and then the inner side of it.

"You won't be caring about that tonight when you lay entangled in my bed sheets, my dear. I promise you that your first time will be as painful as I can make it." Cruel laughter again. Bulma felt her own anger and embarrassment rise. She had not before mentioned to Vegeta that she had never before done 'it' before, but she hoped he was not listening. And she could not help but feel as the words painfully sunk in her mind. Painful... The one thing that she was so afraid sex would feel like. She had read and heard of maids talking, unaware of her presence, that sex was to draw pleasure from both sides of the act, that it was something wonderful if the other was willing to give as much as they were ready to get.

Meanwhile, Vegeta was pinned against the titanium wall of the spacecraft by a frog-looking monster that the real form of Zarbon represented. The Saiya-jin Prince could feel that his ribcage was about to crack completely under the pressure that it was receiving. A light snapping noise was heard before a pained moan left the boy's lips. He thought that even his head was getting squashed. His blood was being held by the death grip Zarbon was performing on him. But that didn't make his ears deaf to the "conservation" Freeza and Bulma were having. As he heard what he last said, Vegeta seemed to have frozen in time completely.

The thought sank in his mind slowly, for what seemed an eternal moment. Take her... Make her suffer... Unwillingly... The Earth Princess... His charge... BULMA! RAPE! The two words resounded in his head as another one of his ribs got crushed but he did not care. He did not feel pain. He just kept hearing the two words in his head. He was going to rape her. Rape her. RAPE HER! Bellowing as hard as he could, the Prince fought back Zarbon's grip, and to both their surprise, he strangely was succeeding in doing so. Before he knew it, the green skinned creature was on the ground, getting beaten to a pulp, before the finishing big bang that got him out of his misery.

Yet, Freeza was too busy drooling over Bulma's body to notice what was happening, but she wasn't. She watched interestedly as he approached. A devilish grin crossed her face.

"I know quite well you are there, Monkey." Vegeta did not stop, yet Bulma felt a little confused.

"What do I care what you know and what not?!..." The boy's voice seemed to be even slightly deeper than it was before, if possible. With his lapdogs beaten, Freeza had to fight on his own. He usually did not do that, but the ebony haired youth did not have any pleasant memories when he did.

"Oh, getting quite cocky, ain't we, monkey boy?" The lizard chuckled coldly again. The nickname was driving Vegeta nuts. It was making him go into a rampage all over again.

"Shut up!" He bellowed and disappeared kicking the chair Freeza was finding himself in, but before his kick could connect, his foot was caught. Completely forgetting about Bulma, the girl found the perfect moment to escape, leaving the battling to Vegeta, as she knew she would be no match for his master as it was.

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Bulma hid into a room as far off from the lizard's quarters as possible. She could hear the guard scurrying around and yelling something to one another as she guessed there was a search party sent around to find her and the Prince. With a sigh Bulma leaned on a bed. She looked around, finding the place familiar. She wondered how could that possibly be when it hit her. That was Vegeta's room...

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The boy was acting like a thief on board of a place full of policemen. He waited for them to pass by before approaching to the energy. He found it strangely located in his old room when he was still on board. A smirk crept his broken lips. He had gotten quite the beating from his master, but he was not going to give up so easily. After all, his purpose was to leave Bulma to escape, was it not? And why was that actually?! He did not know, neither did he want to find out currently. He wanted to rest. He wanted to set his broken bones on his satin covered bed...

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The lavender haired girl leaned on the cozy sheets. She found it extremely relaxing and comforting in his bed. The strange scent that surrounded her and the nice familiar feeling about the room that made her feel... safe... And that scent... It was Vegeta's scent. His pillow reeked of him, the nice essence of sweat and his own smell invading her nostrils forcefully. She took in the sweet aroma of him that was still everywhere in the room, even though he had not been in it for quite some time.

The girl was getting quite mesmerized by everything as she lay on the bed that it scared her to the roots of her hair when the door opened and fast after closed. She just noticed that in the haste of finding a refuge, she had even forgotten to lit the lights. Even though, she now dismissed the though, afraid that they might be found if the lights were on. She could just fine see what he was doing in the dark as well. She had quite a good sight.

And what a sight he was indeed to see. It seemed that most of the bones in his body were either broken, twisted or at least fractured. He had blood spluttered all over himself and none of it seemed not to be his. He was bent by the waist which could only mean he was in extreme pain by the ribcage or so. He was holding his shoulder and he was not walking, but limping towards his bed.

"They won't find us that fast. They can't feel ki like I can." He explained as he sat slowly on the edge. "I need to have these scratches cleaned up..." He muttered mostly to himself as he made his way to the bathroom as a pouting Bulma followed him.

"What do you mean "scratches"?! He got you all roughed up and you say it's just some scratches?! I can't believe you!" She hissed between her clenched teeth as she stormed back in the room. He seemed to pay more attention to the cotton ball rather than to her, but he was having a hard time using his twisted shoulder. Soon, the woman came storming back into the bathroom. "Give me that." She ordered.

"Fuck off!" He hissed back. "I don't need any of your help!"

"Now where have I heard that one before?" She applied sarcastically snatching the cotton ball from his hands. "And every time you said it, you let me do it. Why start not doing so now?"

"Because you rubbing it in? And even in my weakened state, I am a few times stronger than you are, so I suggest you drop the arrogant 'I'll help you' act and fuck off. I'm not in the mood to talk to you now." He answered her in an almost brutal sincerity, but Bulma Briefs was not the woman to give so easily up. She glared at him as he struggled to fix his shoulder. She walked behind him, set her kneecap on his back and pulled his shoulders backwards. The slightly groan of pain and a crack were the alert that her work was successfully done. His venomous glare bore into her being.

"I told you I'd help. And what the hell do you mean you're not in the mood of seeing me?!" She snapped as she sat next to him on the cold tiled floor. "You are never in the mood of seeing me! Or talking to me. As far as I'm concerned. You know what, I don't care!" She stormed away again. She left him to his own misery. Let him crawl back to her when he couldn't help some of his wounds...

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Several minutes have passed but he still had not looked for her assistance. Actually, she doubted that he would do such a thing to begin with. But you can always hope, right? Hope died last. Yes... Indeed... The girl had the same problem. She was wondering how she was going to die, and when exactly. She was sure, there was no doubt that she was to die on this very ship. She was sure that the access to the dock was blocked. She was sure that Vegeta was not going to flee. He was not a coward, and she knew he wouldn't back down on his pride just to survive. He was not that kind of a person... And she had no hopes that he would help her to save her skin after he was not going.

Yet she still hoped that she would get alive out of this hole, that she would make it back to see her parents again, her home land, her people... Her eyes welled up. She had not treasured her life when it was time to... And now it was too late. What had she ever done to deserve such a death?!

And again, the strangest fact was that something else bothered her more. The fact that she needed comfort. That she needed Vegeta's comfort. And why was that? She could not answer herself. She just needed the gentle embrace of another creature. Someone to tell her that everything was going to be all right, someone to soothe her fears... But Vegeta would never care enough to do that for her. She wondered whether he was so afraid of dying himself...

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The Saiya-jin Prince rested his arms and partially his weight on the sink in front of the mirror in the bathroom. What was he going to do? How would Freeza ever forgive his boldness earlier? Hell, they even fought. Of course, he got more damaged but that was just not the point. Even though he had to admit he was proud of himself with the result of his hard training, he couldn't help but think that he was a goner just as much as the woman was.

He wanted to fight. God, how he wanted to. But he was still unable to beat him. The damned lizard was always a step before him, no matter how hard he made his training. He knew what was going to beat him. Yet he had no idea how to achieve it if not with the training in increased gravity. He had given the cause his all, done all in his powers to manage it. But it was hopeless. Even his father had not achieved Super Saiya-jin. He was, indeed, very aware that right then, he was far more powerful than his father. But there was no trigger. Even the anger that burnt inside him every time he saw the lizard was not enough?!

Vegeta slammed his right fist into the mirror, breaking it in the middle. He looked strangely how his image reflected every broken part of the mirror. All in all, it represented what he himself had become all of those years... Broken...

"What are you doing?! Jeez, look at your hand!" Bulma rushed inside, grabbing his now injured right hand and some lint by the side of the sink.

"I thought I told you not to disturb me anymore, woman. I do not want to talk to you." He reasoned, taking his hand forcefully back after she had no intention of letting it go peacefully. The girl frowned deeply at him.

"What the Hell is wrong with you nowadays?! I can't recognize you anymore." She snapped as she cleaned the wound.

"I can say just the same for you." He snorted before she stopped anything that she was previously doing. Yes, she couldn't recognize herself either. It was not like her to let herself waltz around dangerous places of the Kingdom, or to wish back to life the worst nightmare the world could possibly have after Freeza. And it was definitely not like her to let people kiss her around when they wished to. She threw him the lint and went back to the bed. If he needed time to himself, time to himself he was going to get.

Looking strangely after her, Vegeta snorted again and kicked the bathroom door shut as he collapsed on the tile floor. What was he going to do? How could he ever do anything more? He had a lot of power, if he managed to kill both Zarbon and Dodoria, the two strongest man-whores Freeza had in his sleeve. Yet he didn't have enough to kill Freeza himself. It was a truly pathetic display every time he tried to. He did not want to be pathetic. He wanted to be free again. Even though he probably did not quite understand what the word meant. He wanted his race back... He wanted his father back... He wanted his life back, even though he would probably be unable to handle it anymore. Vegeta had been brainwashed. So much that it was almost painful. Yes, pain. The pain changed him so much. The pain that he did not want to feel. The pain that he caused everywhere he went. That pain...

"Don't sit on the cold floor for so long. You're going to catch a cold." Bulma objected, but before he could say something like he did earlier, she splashed some water in her face and sighed in bliss. Ah, yes, that was just what she needed. Grunting, the Saiya-jin brushed past her and to his earlier bed.

Did he not feel free when he was with the little weak princess? Did he not feel more free when he was on Earth? He would never admit it, even to himself, but he did. He felt relieved. He felt... Alive...

No! He was not going to let her make him even more pathetic than he already was. He wanted this headache gone. He didn't want to think about all those things. He was quite aware that most of the things he was taught were here, on this old spacecraft. He was aware that Freeza was no father and that the words that come out of his mouth are as foul as they could be. But Vegeta's father had told him some of the things Freeza did as well. Who was he to believe? His instincts or her?

Without a word, he made his way to the door before her voice stopped him dead in his tracks before his hand could pull down the door handle.

"Where are you going?" She asked mildly calmly. Her voice was cold... He could only imagine how afraid she was at the moment. He was probably her only hope. She had no one else to lean on... But he was not the person that was going to fall for her charms again.

"It has nothing to do with you so I don't see a reason to explain myself to you."

"And that's it? After all I did for you, you'll just leave me in here and probably escape alone?!" Before he could object, she continued, even angrier than a second ago. "Are you that much of a coward so you wouldn't face your master again? Even if it means it will be your death?! How do you prefer to die, your highness? Pathetically or even more so?!" Every single of her words dripped with sarcasm and her try to offend him was much more than just visible. He'd be damned if she succeeded.

"And what do you know about dying, woman? You have never seen people die! You could never know what it feels like to look at a squirming creature in your legs, begging you to spare its life before you blast it to oblivion." He snapped back, lowering his head so he was on her eye-level. "Even if some of your 'loyal' palace people have died, there was no bloodshed, there was no turmoil in any of it. But you are too pure and too good to kill, am I right? Her highness wants eternal peace all over the Universe. The sugary princess from the fairy-tales you so much love reading."

"I am not sugary, and I do not wish eternal peace, Vegeta." She defended herself. "All I want is that Freeza would die, but if I leave it to you, am I sure you will be able to do nothing, judging by your injuries." She said before she was grabbed by the collar and pulled up.

"Listen here, your highness. You are entering dangerous grounds. I say you better keep that tongue of yours behind your teeth for I am not as tolerate as I was back on your planet, do you understand that? Or you don't have a quarter of the brains in that head than you claim to have?"

"Even if I'm not so smart or half as powerful as you are Vegeta, I have a life. I have my parents, I have my friends, I have a Kingdom. And what do you have, huh?! You're a Prince of a deceased race, a warrior with nothing to fight for. What do you really intend when you engage in a battle, Vegeta? Whom for do you fight for? Yourself? All you do, you do for yourself. You probably have no idea how to rule the world even if you destroyed Freeza. You'd be a selfish King that thinks about only himself as he looks at his miserable subjects and does nothing to help them. Even if you free yourself, you will have nothing but your pride again. You will still be no one to the Universe, you will mean nothing to anyone that hears your name, around your Palace or around this very spacecraft. But you don't have to worry about that, your Highness, for that won't happen. You are far too weak to face your fears, to pull your strength together and mostly - find a reason to finish it off. You have no reason to live, Vegeta, why are you so afraid of dying then? Who will mourn your death? Who will cry if you are gone? No one. Absolutely no one." She blurted out in her rage. She could not even register herself what she just said before the door slammed shut, leaving her be all by herself.

Burying her face in the pillow, the girl wondered what had come over her that instant and why did she have to pour all of her anger over Vegeta...

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"I've let them have just enough fun..." The lizard said, brushing his bruised lip yet again. "It's time I get to have fun." A cold chuckle yet again. "Take the girl, men; and bring her to me. I have some really special plans for her tonight."

His laughter echoed through the halls of the spacecraft eerily.

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Vegeta stormed away from his former room where one of his now worst foes lay. How dare she talk to him like that?! How dare she say that to him like that?! Who was she to tell him those things?! What made her think she knew him so well?! She knew nothing of him, nothing! And he'd be damned if he let her get to him so much.

But one thing she was right about. All he wanted was revenge. Revenge tasted good. And it would taste wonderful when he managed to beat Freeza. And that was exactly what he was planning to do.

Yet before he could do anything, he heard the woman screaming down the hall. He ran back, watching as the took her away some place. With a snort, he tried to convince himself that he didn't care what they did to her or where they were taking her in the first place. She was a pest. He didn't need her. He was just fine on his own. He had to worry more about himself in this moment. He had to find a way out of his situation, a way that would not make him feel ashamed of himself when he looked at his reflection in the mirror.

Yet if he didn't care as he claimed, why was he trembling in rage just then?

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"No! Leave me alone, damn you! Let me go! Let me go!" The princess whined helplessly as her clothes were getting torn off her body forcefully as the lizard continued to rough stroke her breasts. The whole situation was so disgusting. She didn't want to lose her virginity to him! Or like this! It was revolting! It was so low! She needed help and she needed it fast. Very fast. What was she to do?! She squirmed, kicked and hit, but to no avail. She was too weak. If he wanted her, she was sure that nothing could possibly stop him.

All of her clothes were gone off her flesh as her skin was in red lines at the points where the garments have been ripped off by the time the door burst open and a heavy panting Vegeta appeared. Yet he stood very still as he observed what was happening in front of his very eyes.

"Vegeta! Help! Please!" She begged through tears. She was so afraid. The bastard was already over her and spread her legs while chuckling coldly back at his pet.

"Yeah, Vegeta, help her. Don't you see how much in pain she is? Just because she knows you..."

But the youth wasn't doing anything. He just stood very still. Bulma thought that he wanted to see her get raped like this and her tears ran freely down her cheeks as she yelled and tried to push him away in vain. Her arms got trapped over her head.

The words sunk in. She was suffering because she knew him. She was suffering because he had been so careless as to show, even barely visible, affection towards this little creature. She had been foolish enough to want to help him. Foolish enough to think that she could take away his pain with her naivety. She had been foolish enough to actually want to be around him, whether for protection or whatever else there could be. And he had not pushed her away. And now she was there, laying helplessly on a bed that she did not want to be finding herself in at no point of her life.

Again, it was his fault. Why did he have to live after his people and his planet were destroyed? What did he live for? Whom did he live for? Was it some cosmic joke? Was he a cosmic joke? Yet the anger did not come. He watched as the bastard positioned himself over her and no anger rose in him. He felt as if the whole moment was in slow motion.

The woman was a weakness. He did not want her. He didn't. But he didn't want the lizard to have her either. Not now, not ever. He had seen how females get raped countless times before in this very room as well, in front of his bare eyes. But Vegeta did not want her to be one of those females. He did not care about them. Did that mean he cared about her?...

"VEGETA-A-A-A!"

The prince stood still, his mouth slightly open...

Until...

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Love you all and yours sincerely, Hope-Chan.