Hey everyone! I'm so sorry about how tardy this chapter is. I really meant to have had this posted sometime last month, what the heck is wrong with me? Hmmmm, I don't know. Ok, well grab your drinks and snacks. Here is Chapter 7.

Disclaimer: ahh what the hell, sue me. (Wait, that is NOT a good idea)

Chapter 7

Touching down on the CC compound Vegeta instantly located Bulma's ki. She was in the kicking down the lab doors he stared down petrified Bulma.

"Oh my gods. Vegeta, what do you want."

Smirking he replied; "We need to have a little chat."

"Vegeta" Bulma began. "What the hell are you doing here?!"

Smirking, Vegeta closed the limited distance between them and grabbed her by the front of her lab coat. Sneering down at her, he growled right into her face. "Listen here you little bitch, you didn't really think I would simply just walk away and not punish you for talking down to me as if I was one of your pathetic human friends now did you?"

Tears were already forming in your eyes, she was going to die. Today would be her last day on the Planet she called home for many years. With tears dripping down her face she began to speak. "Vegeta, I- I'm"

"No! You shut the fuck up, you had your chance, how did it feel?" He asked, pushing her back into the cabinet behind her. Pushing one thigh between her legs he leaned into her neck. "I asked you a question bitch" He breathed. "How did it feel?"

Bulma was now thoroughly confused. She didn't know if she should be aroused or still frightened for her life. She was jarred out of her thoughts when she felt Vegeta rip open her lab coat. Gasping she reached down cover her now exposed breasts. "Vegeta! Stop!"

"Worthless whore" Vegeta said calmly. "I'm not letting you go until you fucking answer me you dirty piece of shit, how did it feel to talk down to the Prince Of Saiyans? Did it make you feel accomplished?" he asked running his hand over her breasts.

Throwing her head back Bulma moaned. She didn't know what was going on. She always knew that Vegeta liked aggressiveness, but this was borderline insane! There was no way she was going to fall for this. Who the hell did he think he was? Coming in here, scaring her half to death, then practically molesting her? Oh no! She may have been a lot of things, but keeping silent was NOT one of them. Mustering up the courage Bulma pushed him off of her.

"Listen here you fucking prick, put your hands on me again and there will be problems asshole!"

"Really?" Vegeta countered. "Hmm, you mean like this?"

SLAP

There were no words that could describe the way Bulma felt right now. Her head was spinning, she never knew she could hit the floor so fast and so hard. Did Vegeta really slap her? Did he? She tasted something funny. It was coppery and smooth. Trying hard to sit up she coughed. Blood and teeth spewed from her mouth. Bulma gasped and looked at the floor with wide eyes over flowing with silent tears. 'Oh my god' she thought. 'He really slapped me'

As if realization finally stepped in she started crying. This situation suddenly went from fear to confusion to arousal to fear again. She had to get away from him before something else happened.

Before she could even sit herself up properly and gold tip boot collided with her nose, then fragile ribs with brute force.

"GET UP BITCH! GET THE FUCK UP"

Crying, Bulma curled into the fetal position. She always imagined dying old, in her warm comfy bed without a care in the world, she had accomplished everything that she had set out to accomplish in life, and more. But now she realized, there would be no warm comfortable bed to transition her into the afterlife, only fists and power from a mighty, pissed over Saiyan prince.

Connecting his boot with her ribs again, he laughed. This was good. "VEGETA PLEASE STOP!" she struggled to scream. "PLEASE!"

He laughed again.' No, no pathetic human you will be the example, you will be the example for everyone. I should have done this a long time ago, but better late than never' he thought.

Kneeling on the floor next to her bloody and partially broken form Vegeta looked into Bulma's eyes. "How did it feel?"

No answer, just whimpers from the prone form beneath him.

He waited. Still no answer.

"Bulma you know that if you just answer this simple fucking question, I'll spare you insignificant fucking life"

Bulma coughed then answered. "Vegeta, I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say to you, but I'm sorry, please. Please don't do this"

Looking down at her Vegeta inhaled. "I can see that you're sorry... but I'm not"

He stood up. "Goodbye bitch, next time you'll learn to think before you ever open your whore mouth around me" He raised a foot and looked into her eyes and smirked, then brought his foot down heavily on her neck, completely crushing her windpipe in one swift move. He spun around quickly when he heard a startled gasp and knees connecting with the linoleum. His eyes wide with shock.

"WHY?!!! WHY VEGETA!!!"

*Sorry that this chapter was sooooo short! But do not worry my dear readers! I will be updating much more frequently now. Anyway, leave a review and tell me what you thought.