Chapter 4-REVISED

The stone walls echoed with the tiny whimpers and deep groans as Vegeta violated his hostess. She fought him, her arms pressed against his chest weakly until her strength gave out and she collapsed against the cupboards with a sob, begging him to stop through hoarse whispers.

Vegeta released her hair and laid his hands on hers, trapping them against the countertop as he drove into her limp body, his eyes watching hers, his lips twisted into an evil smile. He growled and pounded himself into her small body, growing more aroused with each cry of pain he drew from her.

She struggled to free her hands, the tears streaming down her face as she begged. Her blue eyes were round and red rimmed, swollen as she pleaded for him to release her, screaming as he increased the strength of each thrust. She tipped her head back with a shriek as she felt her insides being stretched like a wet rubber band at the Saiyan's massive girth.

He came with a hoarse cry, pounding into her until the very end when he finally pulled away from Bulma's convulsing form. She collapsed to the side and pulled her knees to her chest, her lips quivering, her pale body bruised. She hugged her knees and stared at the floor, her eyes wide and glistening.

Vegeta stretched like a predatory cat and ran his hands through his hair. He smirked lazily at Bulma; her lips beginning to pull back from her teeth, her hair falling in limp blue tendrils around her face.

She watched him dress from the corner of her eyes and slowly raised her head. Her throat ached and her body felt like shattered glass, but it was numbed by the pain of her stomach attempting to leave through her throat. She swallowed hard and caught his eye as he stood to leave.

"…..you're dead."

Vegeta stared at her for a long time, his smirk fading. He stepped forward and reached a hand out, chuckling when she hissed like a snake, jerking her body from him violently.

He folded his arms and smiled at her.

"Yes, bring Kakarott to me." He said, turning to exit the kitchen.

"It's time to finish what I started."

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She stared after him for a long time, her body shaking with a mixture of pain and hatred. The trembling finally subsided but her insides never stilled as she reached her leg down to come off the counter, crying out when her foot hit the floor.

She gingerly touched the thin trail of blood dripping down her leg, holding the finger up to her eyes with a low groan. Her clothes were falling off in tatters and her skin was blotted and grey. She hugged herself and stared around the kitchen, mechanically turning the burner off, the teapot having been swatted to the floor as Vegeta had attempted to tame her. She put the mug away, reaching low for the kettle on the ground; she slowly poured the water down the drain, staring at it, envying it as it disappeared down the sink. She bit her lip as it neared its end, swallowing hard until the pot fell from her hand and she collapsed to the floor, sobbing into her thin arms.

The kitchen provided no comfort, and the stone chilled her bare legs and she fought through a storm of tears to right herself. She roughly wiped back the tears, searching the kitchen frantically. She stood with a cry of pain, her legs bruised and her loins aching.

Her eyes fell on the cutting board and she pulled the cleaver from its block with shaking hands, weighing it in her grip and reaching for a long coat.

She spun towards the door, preparing herself to make a mad dash to her car, the knife poised in her hand, she raced through the dark, tripping a bit as the pain between her thin legs lit a fire through her body, then she threw herself into her car and sped away, silent tears flowing down her cheeks as she gripped the wheel.

A little while later she was huddled at the kitchen table with Chichi. After she'd told her story Goku had immediately flown off, his face hard and angry, like she'd never seen it before, and Chichi had stayed behind to get Bulma into a bath and some clean clothes. She'd been feeding Bulma for almost an hour, forcing more food onto her plate and shakily stirring in large pots, her black hair loose and wild and her eyes wide, but soundless.

No one had seen this coming.

Vegeta was evil, but he had been defeated. He was wished back from the depths of hell. No one had foreseen him betraying the people that saved him.

But they saw now.

And Goku was on his way to murder him.

Bulma jumped at the sound of Chichi's spoon hitting the counter.

"Oh Bulma, I should've been there…I should've come to visit more or stayed over or…" her dark, narrow eyes began to widen with tears.

Bulma forced a shaky smile, sniffling lightly as she turned to the woman.

"He would've hurt you, Chich…probably worse than me just for being Goku's wife." Bulma held her arms out to her friend, alternating roles of comforter and comforted. Chichi settle next to her and enveloped her into a hug, the smell of oatmeal and cinnamon soothing Bulma's nerves.

"It's ok…I'm safe now."

"I just can't believe that…that…bastard could've sunk this low! I hope Goku is killing him as we speak." Her voice grated as her eyes began to dim.

Bulma looked up to see Chichi lost in thought. There was something there that she'd never seen in her fiery friend before; something dark and purposeful.

"Chichi…"

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Many miles away Vegeta was in the back lawn doing his usual callisthenic routine and smiling to himself.

He'd finally taken some action instead of rotting inside that metallic prison forever; a lap dog to the human race.

His smile turned into a scowl as the woman's face floated into view. Her eyes wide and frightened…her skin bruising easily under his large hands…

He shook his head angrily, kicking into the air with a smirk. It was rare on his planet for a slave not to want him, either for station or power, but there was the occasional alien girl who refused to submit, and he'd always taken great joy in remedying that.

The woman had been a great conquest. He'd taught her a lesson she wouldn't soon forget about playing with fire…

And now Goku was coming.

Everything was falling into place.

His training was interrupted when the Saiyan in question landed in front of him with a roar. He stood there for a long time, glaring at Vegeta in the moonlight, snorting and sputtering like a bull in the ring.

Vegeta smiled and crossed his arms.

"I was hoping you'd be here sooner. You've kept me waiting, Kakarott. I do not abide tardiness in my kingdom."

"This isn't your kingdom." Goku said through clenched teeth, the vein in his neck straining. "You've gone too far, Vegeta. I'm sorry, but I can't let you get away with what you've done."

"You're sorry." He chuckled. "Yes, Kakarott you are…but not for what you should be."

"Vegeta what are you talking about-"

"SILENCE!" he roared, his calm features turning murderous, "You presume to address me like an equal. I am the last of your kind, the PRINCE of your kind, and still you betray me."

Goku was silent, his rage tempered by his confusion.

"And now you come here with the intentions of dispatching me. You seek to kill what you should worship."

Goku clenched his fists angrily, baring his teeth.

"I could never worship a race that makes people into slaves; that takes whatever it wants…or…or whoever… without any remorse!" Goku's eyes were blazing with fire, thoughts of Bulma, bruised and weeping at his door, fueling him into frenzy.

Vegeta stepped forward and crossed his arms, glaring into the bigger man's eyes.

"Then you die as well."

And with that Vegeta leapt onto Goku, pounding him into the ground with a fury that he had kept completely hidden up until that point.

Goku held an arm above his face, trying to block the crushing blows, and with his other arm he reached back and thrust his fist into Vegeta's face, throwing him back on the ground.

Vegeta fell onto his back with cry of rage and quickly flipped to a crouching position, growling like rabid animal. He leapt into the night sky and threw ki blasts at his target, his angry face lit up by the light of the flares coming from his fists.

Goku dove forward to avoid the blasts and ran along the capsule house, dodging the explosions and ducking as large sections of the house began to weaken and fall with the attack.

He flew through the air, above the wreckage that was the Brief's kitchen, and aimed a giant blast at Vegeta. The dark prince dodged the fiery mass, laughing as he soared through the air.

"Is that the best you can do, Kakarott?!" He cackled darkly, landing on the ground and running towards Goku, his face awash in the pleasure of battle.

Goku shifted into a fighting stance, his arms tensed with the impending attack. He was not prepared for this. Other sparring sessions with Vegeta had gone his way, for the most part. They were challenging but he had always come out the victor in the end.

But he was fighting a new man this night.

Vegeta leapt forward, smashing his fists into Goku's face, leaving him bloody and disoriented as he searched for the source of his pain.

He crossed his arms in front of his face, blocking a punch and delivering a side kick to Vegeta's stomach, sending him stumbling.

His eyes narrowed as he unapologetically shot blast after blast into Vegeta's chest, roaring and growling until his legs grew weak beneath him and his hair shined to a golden fire. The dust billowed like a hurricane, sweeping around and through him, his vision blurred as he screamed his anger to the world.

He finally stopped, falling to his knees, his chest heaving.

Where Vegeta had stood there was nothing but a crater.

He coughed into the ground, breathing deeply. He rose slowly, his face a mixture of emotions, then he stopped; suddenly sensing that this wasn't finished.

And like an answer to his thoughts he was knocked back onto the ground by a giant wave of golden energy.

Vegeta slowly rose from the crater Goku had made in the earth, surrounded by his yellow ki and bursting with sinister electricity.

Vegeta was a Super Saiyan.