This chapter will have a fight scene. I struggled with it. My disclaimer can be found on every previous chapter and applies to the entire story. I do not own the lyrics to The 1975 song labeled "Girls."
Halloween is my FAVORITE holiday, how can it not be everyone's? Who's watching scary movies every night until then? Me! (I'm hoping you are too.)
Overcoming the Past
The only thought crossing Lena's mind was the desire to rip Raditz's escaping tail off. Lena continued to ignore the cussing woman beating on the door; the barrier that was buying her more time. She didn't endure the intensity of physical pain fighting pleasure just to have her friend berate her mentally too. So, Lena rolled her way off of the bed like a limp noodle and pretended that a violent blue-haired beast was not trying to bash its way to her. Her thighs shook violently in protest as she struggled, ungracefully, to her feet. She began to laugh softly as she took in the disarray around her.
Poor, poor bed, she thought mildly as she carefully limped her way to the bathroom that shared a connection to Trunks's room.
"Oh…my…" Lena trailed as she did a double take at her own disheveled appearance. Bruises were already darkening her skin blue from her waist down to her calves. Even though she looked broken, her face glowed with the beauty of someone who had just found herself swept away with love—said no one ever, Lena thought as she dismissed her inner goddess's attempts at lightening the subject.
Not only did she look bad, but she smelled bad too. The taint of smoke and Patrón stuck to her hair and skin, burning her nose.
Raditz must have been pretty damn desperate. There's no way I could have done any of that if he smelled like this! Not to mention the doom I'm about to face. That stupid, selfish, savage! Leaving me behind! He could have at least taken me with him! Kamidamned coward, Lena grumbled as she slowly bathed herself as delicately as she could.
The rubbing of anything hurt, honestly. She knew he must have a logical reason behind abandoning her, but she couldn't determine what. Once the water ran cold, she forced her way out of it and into the room to find herself face-to-face with the one woman she wanted to avoid.
Bulma's blue-eyed stare dug deep into Lena's green one before she gave the blonde a once-over glance.
"Holy shit. He sure did a hell of a job on you, huh?"
"Mmm Hmm."
"Well, do you have any idea what you have done?"
"Uh-uh," Lena said as her 'no'.
"So we're reverting to baby sounds?"
"Mmm Hmm."
"Before I punch you in the face for your idiocy, put some clothes on."
"Mmm Hmm," Lena 'yes ma'amed' as she opened the nearest closet. She pulled over a black t-shirt that swallowed her so much that the bottom hem tickled her high, upper thigh. She then found some unused sweat pants folded and hidden in the back of the closet and pulled them on. Naturally, she felt a little silly wearing such loose clothing without a fitted bra and panties, but it is what it is. Lastly, she turned to face an ever-fuming Bulma.
"YOU!" Bulma began as soon as her 'sister' looked decent enough to scold, "Do you have any idea what you just did?! Lena, Raditz is a cold-hearted-mass-murdering-alien. You can't just go around giving your goods to someone like THAT! You barely even know him!"
"Excuse me? How can you even say that to me? Your HUSBAND is the prince of those cold-hearted-mass-murdering-aliens and is responsible for just as much horror! I have so much respect for both of you, but how can you be so hypocritical? You didn't know Vegeta that well when you slept with him! You of all people know that none of us are perfect! I was hoping that since you gave me a chance, that you would be the most acceptable with my choice of men…or alien," Lena coldly retorted. Bulma responded with silence. Minutes seemed to tick by when the stunned woman eventually replied.
"I…okay, you are absolutely right. Listen to me being an arrogant, high and mighty asshole that my husband usually is. I'm only concerned for your safety and I overreacted. It's just that, it wasn't that long ago you crept over to Capsule Corp. looking as worn out as you do now and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I let it happen again under my own roof. Vegeta, on the other hand, won't be as apologetic. He's actually been more on edge ever since he's old comrade came back, you know? You'd think it would be the other way around!"
"It's strange, but I think I know why…"
"Really? Would you care to enlighten me?"
"I want to, but…I don't think it's my place to talk about it," Lena explained. She only knew because of the nightmares, because of a past foreign soul occupying the abyss of her mental knowledge.
"I understand. Now, let's get you as sweet and innocent looking as possible before we exit this room. I swear that man thinks of you like a sister sometimes, it's cute!"
"I can feel him drowning in self-pity at being called 'cute,'' Lena laughed as Bulma pushed her back into the bathroom. Bulma brushed Lena's hair into a girly, high pony tail since Lena's arms refused to cooperate and then told Lena to stay away from the makeup until after the drama boiled over.
"Wow, Lena. You look 17 at the oldest!" Bulma gleefully stated.
"Oh yay, as if I didn't get told that enough before…" Lena mumbled. She sometimes loathed her baby face.
"Just out of curiosity, before we have to go face him, how big was it?" Bulma winked as Lena's cheeks darkened in realization of the inappropriate direction Bulma was steering their conversation to.
"It has to be at least—" Lena's response was cut off due to the roar bellowing from the living room.
"Orphan ward who eats, sleeps, and now fucks in my house; get your ass in here immediately!" Vegeta called.
"Damn it," Bulma huffed, "Let's get this over with."
There he stood, fuming with the irritancy brought on by the targeted woman who refused to make eye contact with him. Her face paling with each breath he took. Her face appearing more youthful with each second she held her fear back.
"Now sweetie, let's not—" Bulma began as she was once again interrupted by her crazy-eyed mate.
"Do NOT call me by that belittling pet name. It's only going to piss me off more," Vegeta shouted and closed the space between himself and Lena. He froze the moment before closing the gap entirely. His face contorted as he appeared to be deflected from getting any nearer.
You mother fucker, Vegeta transmitted to Raditz the moment he realized the severity of what Raditz had accomplished. His ears twitched before receiving a reply from Raditz.
No. I didn't fuck your mother, but I did treat myself to the female you see as a sister," the large Saiyan laughed back as his brother chimed in on the mental conversation.
Oh. My. Gosh, you didn't Raditz. We just talked about this the other day! She was supposed to be off limits until we got the stalker issue resolved! Goku whined.
I shouldn't have to explain myself to either of you puny, earth-privileged, pints. Maybe the two of you can rub your single brain cells together and accomplish the feat called critical thinking. Maybe then you both will realize that I have done the best thing for the scaredy-cat of a woman. Now that she's bonded, I'll know every moment that she feels threatened; like now, for example. Not only that, but I'll be able to distinguish her personally from among any crowd she could be consumed in. A wonderful result, wouldn't you agree? If the stalker plans on assaulting her in public, we'd know and stop it before he could even blink an eye. You fucking morons, Raditz said as he finished his compelling speech.
He could feel the anger triple from Vegeta mentally and was very much thankful to be this far from the fierce foe. At lease he could prepare for the attack he was about to be victim to.
"What the hell," Bulma gasped as Vegeta burst his way out of the house by exiting though the now open ceiling, "doesn't he know that these constant repairs cost a shitload of money that he doesn't help make?"
"Like he gives a Yam-poo," Lena chuckled to herself as Bulma laughed at the reminder of an argument that occurred regarding that moniker not too long ago. Mrs. Briefs entered the family room to satisfy her curiosity of what her wonderful children were arguing about.
"Lena, sweetums, you look fatigued. Why don't you go sit down in the kitchen while I fix you some yummy olive-filled omelettes? I know they're your favorite!" The still-pretty adopted mother said to the young adult. Lena smiled and followed the busy body woman into the kitchen.
"That man, always quite the temper! His masculinity is exciting and now there's another one like him to gaze at!" Mrs. Briefs teased as if nothing was amiss. Lena listened on as the older blonde prepared her breakfast once Bulma left the two of them alone to call a roofer about the ceiling situation.
"Sweet girl, I hope you don't mind me saying this, but that long-haired, very handsome fellow that follows you around everywhere sure did a number on you. I hope you used protection! You're too young to take on a little one; even though I'll admit it, you are much more responsible than my lovely Bulma," Mrs. Briefs chided as she flipped the cooking egg.
Lena's heart dropped. No, he most certainly did not use a condom…nor does he know what one is, she thought darkly, praise Jesus, hallelujah, that I take my birth control pill daily!
She climbed from her resting position to take that precious commodity that she never thought she would depend on again.
"Lena, lovey, the food is almost ready!" Mrs. Briefs called after her.
"Yes ma'am! I'll be right back. I just remembered that I need to do something," Lena responded.
"Oooh I see! You must take those birth prevention pills Bulma once did."
Did? Isn't she taking them now? Isn't that why she hasn't gotten pregnant again this whole time? Lena anxiously thought.
Lena quickly dismissed her confusion and swallowed the tiny white pill and slowly marched her way back down the stairs, fully satisfied that she would not be expected anymore surprises. At least, that was what she was trying not to doubt. Surprises seemed to be Kami's favorite past time with her lately. She noticed a teary-eyed Bulma sitting in the chair she had previously occupied before Mrs. Briefs reminded her of responsibility.
"What's wrong, Bul?"
"Oh, it's nothing. Just a weird feeling is all."
"Okay. If you want to talk about it, don't be afraid tell me what's up whenever."
"Haha, I will. You know I can't keep my feelings to myself!"
The two ladies chatted idly as Mrs. Briefs placed the omelettes before them. The smell of cooked egg took Lena off guard and suddenly the desire to run from it seized her.
"Lena, dear, you look ill. Are you feeling well?"
"Yes, ma'am. I feel great! I'm just not as hungry as I thought I was. I'm just going to wrap this up and save it for later, if that's okay."
"Sure thing! I'll take care of that for you. Bulma, why don't you finish up and take Lena to the clinic. I'm positive you'll want to give her one of those….what do you call it? Oh! The Plan B Morning After Pill thing," Bulma's mother suggested.
"That's okay! I don't think that's necessary!" Lena squeaked.
"Shit! I almost forgot. Lena, you're on the pill right?" Bulma asked.
"Why yes I am. Is that going to be an issue?"
"Well, those are not full proof. At least, they didn't work for Chi-Chi or me. Something about that Saiyan seed is nearly indestructible," Bulma giggled.
'The fuck?! She's just now throwing that innocent little fact out there?' Lena's usually seductive inner goddess chirped in her head. Lena rolled her eyes and headed back to her own room to put on something much more comfortable than loose clothing made to fit a giant.
Bulma was finished with breakfast and sitting in Lena's room by the time Lena had put on a pale blue, sheer blouse over a white tank top and white shorts that hugged her curves lustfully. She secretly scanned the room for the yellow envelope Lena received last night, but was out of luck. Bulma snapped her attention back to tall girl humming a strange melody.
"Where did you hear such a sad song?"
"I don't really remember. It was one of the few things I could recall when I woke up at the orphanage."
"All right. You ready to go?" Bulma said, changing the subject. Lena never spoke of her early teenaged years.
"I guess so. Does that pill usually work then, since my faithful one apparently doesn't?"
"So far it has!" Bulma reassured as she grabbed Lena's hand and dragged her out of the house and into the nearest car. "Usually I just go to the clinic we have here, but that feeling I had before is telling me to go to the Health Department* instead. A woman's intuition never fails," Bulma quietly spoke as Lena buckled herself up.
Lena decided to keep quiet and let Bulma drive away from the home. She wanted to get away for a little bit before having to get to work anyways. Lena's phone began to ring the melody to "No Woman No Cry" letting her know Chi-Chi was the one calling.
"Hi, Chi-Chi!"
"Don't you 'hi Chi-Chi' me! Do you have any idea of the damage your actions are about to inflict on my property?"
"I'm starting to get one."
"Did you really have sex with that devil?"
"Yes. Why is it this serious! It's embarrassing! All I did was sleeze around like any other single woman with needs would have! I ought to just jump off a bridge a spare myself any more humiliation than I am already facing only because I. Had. Sex. Ugh."
"Lena I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable, but no matter how human they may act, Saiyans aren't people that you take lightly when it comes to romantic relationships. Sex is one thing to us, but CAN be another thing to them entirely. Just answer me this; did he bite you?"
"About that biting…is it bad? Because it did happen. Is that why everyone is acting retarded about sexual intercourse?"
"LENA! Nooooo, now you're stuck as his mate for eternity! What have I told you about using the 'r' word? It's politically inappropriate and just plain rude," Chi-Chi scolded, focusing her emphasis on the last sentence as she skidded over the whole "eternity" thing she couldn't help but phrase that way.
Lena dropped the phone onto the car floor while her once rosy face drained of color. The call ended abruptly in Chi-Chi's ear and she went outside to witness what was about to happen.
"Lena, are you all right? Eternity isn't so bad," Bulma whispered to the sickening girl next to her, rubbing a free hand on Lena's back.
"It was only supposed to be a one night. He lied to me. I was just about to confess a crazy, unexplainable feeling of…love to him. Now I just want to…I don't know. Kill him I guess? I mean if he wanted more, he should have had the decency to say so. I'm not ready for this. I was just forced into a commitment unknowingly. This act of slavery is unforgivable," Lena sputtered as she fought back sobs.
"Wow. Talk about being dramatic much," Bulma spat at her melodramatic friend.
"Bul. I am twenty-two year old who was just told that she can't crush on, flirt with, and especially not have sex with any other man for the rest of my life because I'm the equivalent of a married woman. I can be as dramatic as I very well damn please."
"If it's any consolation, Vegeta did the same to me."
"Wait, what? He tricked you too?"
"Yep. That's why he's always ranting about Yamcha. I think he's scared the he pushed me too far. He really has nothing to fear, obviously" Bulma winked.
"And, Chi-Chi?"
"Goku bonded her accidentally. He didn't even know what it was until Vegeta explained it to him."
"Haha, I believe that. Is there a way out of it?"
"Not that I know of; maybe dying?"
"Death it is then."
"What did I just say about the dramatics?"
"Fuck it," Lena moaned as she opened her side door while Bulma sped on.
"You freaking psycho! Close that door and sit your ass back in the seat!" Bulma screamed as she slammed on the breaks, forcing the opened door to slam and trapping Lena back in. Cars honked in bitterness as their car swerved into the parking lot of the destination they finally reached.
"Go. Now. Get the pill and after I force it down your throat, we're going straight to the outdoor mall. They're supposed to be playing live bands today and I know how much you enjoy those. It'll calm you down somewhat you wretched lunatic," Bulma bossed.
Lena rolled her eyes and walked into the building. She spoke quickly with the lady at the desk who took one look at her and nodded her head in acknowledgement.
"You young girls are getting more and more reckless," the old woman said as she handed her a brown bag of condoms and one Plan B pill.
"You have no idea," Lena frowned as she took the free offering and headed back to the car. She took the life-saving pill of freedom and smiled. She felt a little relief from her stressful predicament. She wouldn't be having any children at least. The two girls began to chat about other topics involving happier subjects which helped Lena brighten her mood. By the time they arrived to the outside shopping center, they were full of laughter.
Bulma was true to her word. A band with members around Lena's age was already on the stage playing song. A song that seemed directed at the predicament she was trying to ignore. The lead singer kept the sides of his had shaved, leaving the middle kept long that would more than likely style into a Mohawk had he wanted to do so. He shifted his gaze among the young teens closest to the stage when it eventually landed on Lena. He smiled at here as she listened in on the lyrics:
…
"One moment I was tearing off your blouse,
Now you're living in my house.
What happened to just messing around?"
…
"Well shouldn't you be fucking with somebody your age instead of making changes?"
…
"I told her from the start.
I'll break your heart."
…
The man must have been a mind reader. Unfortunately, the song continued longer as she zoned out, only listening to the parts that applied to her. Bulma jabbed a shoulder into her right ribs and motioned back towards the stage. The singer had placed his guitar back onto its stand and was headed off the stage and towards them.
"Oi, doll face. Some ginger told me to play that song for you. You know him or somthin'?" The singer spoke with some variation of a British accent that Lena would never be able to place. There were just too many of those to really know which one she was listening to.
Lena's face dropped at the notion he made and the Englander took notice of her distress. "Don't worry about it. I'm sure he's just another of your admirers," he said kindly and kissed her left cheek casually before he headed back to the stage.
"What are you doing Lena? Aren't you going to go after him?" Bulma urged. Hell, if Lena didn't want a part in a forced commitment, she shouldn't have to.
"I..don't feel well. Let's go home, please," Lena replied, with all stress returned.
"Not until you tell me who this ginger is."
"I think it was the person who hacked into the security. I really need to get back and work on it now. I bet that was his warning of saying that he's coming back."
"Do you know him, this red-headed stalker?"
"Yes. But, let's not worry about it right now! I'm sure he's nothing but empty threats. Besides, I have one big-ass mother fucker as my protector now, right?"
"Heck yeah!"
The moment the two made it home, Lena headed straight to her bedroom. She twiddled with the yellow envelope she pulled out of a loose floor board hidden underneath her work desk.
The worst that can happen is that I'll have to burn the contents. That's all really. I just need to pretend that I'm not feeling threatened. Besides, I have my own intimidating protectors now. He can't hurt me anymore—whether he's dead or alive.
Lena rubbed her fingers through her hair before she broke the seal on the folder. She wasn't surprised by what she found. Image after image was tucked away inside the envelope except this time they were sexually explicit images of her. All of them were of the years she spent after she destroyed that…lab's main arsenal building. The pictures started with her plump face and figure to when she began to starve and thin horribly. Her stomach weakened for the second time that day. If he were dead, then these snapshots of her would not have been taken. The only explanation was that he had survived that…incident. The blue prints of the destructive half robots she helped create were missing though. However, the one of her own invention was among the prints.
Lena tossed the pictures, envelope and all, into the waste basket beside her. She then pulled open a drawer that hid the one habit never started. She stared at the case of Sobranie cigarettes she had been given as a gift the day she graduated with honors at the college she attended while she was also in high school. She hesitantly grabbed the hot-pink lighter next to them and lit a paper to toss into the garbage as well. She watched the items burn as she also lit a pastel yellow coated skinny cigarette and brought it to her lips. Several minutes passed as she finished the cigarette that she regretted puffing on. The act was already addictive and the desire to smoke another haunted her. Smoking was certainly a stress reliever if there ever was one. Unfortunately, the smoke from the trash bin snapped her back into reality and alerted her of the escalating fire she started.
"Shit!" Lena screamed as she grabbed the melting handles on the inflamed rubbish holder, dropped it, and watched as the tiny flames took hold of her wooden floor. Luckily, her adrenaline kicked in and she smothered out the growing fire by stomping it down. She sank to her knees, laughing hysterically as she realized that she and the room were safe from an inferno death. Once she had calmed down, she lit a pastel pink cigarette and enjoyed it before hiding the newly acquired addiction back into the drawer. She promised herself she wouldn't open it again once she made it safely back to her beloved work place.
~Meanwhile at the Son Residence~
"Kakarot stop pacing!" Raditz snarled at his worried younger brother. Goku twitched an eye in response, clearly irritated with both his brother's irrational choice and at Vegeta's unnecessary anger. What was done, was done and fighting about wasn't going to change the matter.
"Look Raditz, I get why you did what you did, but bonding isn't something to take so lightly. Goku finally said as he stopped the pacing. "Chi-Chi actually likes Lena, something that doesn't happen very often. Lena's not like other women of this planet, she's much quieter, much more reserved, and more respectable. She helps simmer Chi-Chi's usually bossy demeanor down whenever she visits. If what you did changes that, I may have to hurt you myself," Goku joked, rubbing the back of his head, "Not only that, but Lena's kinda young, don't you think? What if she tries to rebel against you. That could cause her real physical harm. Don't you know that?"
"Do you really believe that I didn't think about all of the consequences? Well, you're right. I was only thinking about the tight body beneath me, trembling in ecstasy and that I refused to share that with anyone else. I solely acted on my animalistic side of our people and just now thought about the positive outcomes of my recklessness after I sensed Vegeta getting too close to Lena with threat and was unable to do so. No male Saiyan can hurt another's bonded mate. A mutated trait created to save our people form our own destructive selfishness. Vegeta knows that this was the best for Lena, but he's too stubborn to admit it and it disgusts him that me of our entire race is the one that did it. Now I'll have to deal with it."
"Oh," Goku managed to say before Vegeta landed loudly among them outside. The interruption alerted Chi-Chi, Gohan, Goten, and Trunks that madness was about to ensue and forced their curiosity to lead them outside to watch it.
"Man, dad looks pissed. I wonder what happened while I was gone," Trunks said. Gohan laughed dryly as he motioned the two younger half Saiyans to follow him to his car. He figured that the best thing to do was to head straight to Capsule Corp. with the little ones and away from the danger behind them.
Vegeta cracked his knuckles. "This should be over quickly. I will not have to even use a tenth of my energy to bring you idiotic, daft, foolish, imbecile of a piece of shit down to your knees."
"Go ahead and try. You'll end up burning in your own hatred you have for me living now. I'm just a reminder of your own past ignorance and naivety; of how you were a weak fool once upon a time ago. You cost many lives that day, prince."
Vegeta trembled at Raditz's words.
"I don't need to hear your reminders of my mistakes!" He roared as he flew to the beast in front of him.
Raditz's size was his strength, but it was also a weakness that would hinder him in this battle. He couldn't move as quickly as the shorter man which was starting to cost him. Vegeta had already successfully landed half of his blows, but it seemed the sheer strength and thickness of the muscles he was targeting was damaging his own knuckles. At last, Vegeta turned into a left kick after dodging a flaming blast radiating from Raditz's right fist and hit the massive man's left tricep muscle. The force of the kick, tore the muscle from the bone, but it also snapped the tendons in his own ankle.
Pain was something they could tolerate. Pain was something the craved to feel in the heat of battle. They continued their hand to hand combat. Right blow. Left blow. Never slowing, never tiring. Then suddenly, Raditz screamed in pure terror, blacked out, and fell to the ground. Vegeta stared, stunned into silence, only allowing deep gusts of air to escape his lips.
"There is no doubt that he's going to kill me when he awakes, but it had to be done. If he's going to take responsibility for Lena's well-being, then he will not need this anymore," Goku spat angrily as he lifted the tail he savagely ripped from Raditz while his brother was busy focused on the fight.
"I know what I did was below the belt, but I don't think you will find him as threatening now, huh?"
"You are just as stupid as your brother. If Lena is unable to cure his foul mood he will no doubt have when he awakens, I will help him kill you myself,"
"Oh whatever, Vegeta. You know you're relieved that he can't do more damage than he already has. Let's get you both home and treat your wounds. I heard that ankle snap. Disgusting," Goku laughed maliciously. He heaved his bigger brother into his arms and started to fly back to Capsule Corp, leaving Vegeta and his own wife behind.
"Damn you brutal beasts!" Chi-Chi ranted, focusing on Vegeta who was the only one present to take the verbal beating. "Is there not a single cell of intelligence in any of you? Maybe if you three sat down and read an educational text book on psychological therapy, you all wouldn't be so quick to use fists to resolve personal issues all the time!" She turned in the direction of her home and slammed the door. Vegeta 'tched' and flew back to the home he hoped was vacant of females.
~Back to Capsule Corp.~
Lena managed to make it to her garage without bumping into any family within the house. She breathed in relief at the presence of untampered metal. Then, she began to program her own, hand built sheet cutter into making exact replicas of her new security bot design. The machine sputtered and quickly began crafting her molds as she sat in a nearby chair, relaxing to the methodical sound of working metal. She dozed off without acknowledging the second presence within her shelter.
A red-haired man stooped idly inside a locker embedded in his ex's steel and iron-working shop. If her new allies weren't marching their way in their direction now, then he would have stolen her then, but common sense told him to wait. He reached for the tiny remote designed by that blonde woman he had once used that rested inches from him. He smiled and pressed the button that would teleport him back to his own hideout.
"How much longer must we wait?" A high pitched voice muttered.
"Maybe a few more days, weeks at the most. It seems she fell into our trap sooner than I originally expected. You'll be getting your revenge on Catsearia's escaped soul before too long. I shouldn't be surprised though, Lord Frieza. Lena has always been naïve though."
The asterisks is for the readers who are not from the States. Here, in America, each county of each state has this place called a "Health Department." It's where girls, guys to I guess, can get free birth control! I'm not sure if they have similar places elsewhere, but I used it for the benefit of my story. I needed to get Lena away from the house and that was the best bet. Sorry if that was confusing! The story is starting to get half way finished!