CHAPTER SIX

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Just to warn you Shirk is getting really nasty in this chap, it contains some mild sexual scenes.

Bulma fainted, she awoke to find that she had managed to fall directly into the dining room and had also tipped over her bucket of soapy water. Not one of them had came over to her to see if she was okay let alone give her some smelling salts.

Her vision began to slowly blur back into focus the wooden walls began to swirl around and she soon realised that her aunt was looming over her glaring down with a screeching fierce look on her shadowed face. "Now what have we here?"

Serena's voice added nastily "Now look at her, she cant even stand on her own two feet. She's nothing but a feeble servant."

"Well, I'm going to take it out of her wages." Growled her aunt angrily, stamping her foot very close to Bulma's head.

Cleo interrupted. "But mama you don't pay her anything."

"Shut it child. No one likes a smart arse. Especially the prince, he would have you executed for that I'm sure." She then indicated to Shirk, Bulma heard her aunt tell him "Take that out of here quickly!"

He came over and roughly pulled her up, half dragging her out of the room, she still felt to weak to stand; it must have been the lack of food she had been getting lately; she was lucky if she made do with one good meal a day. Her aunt's new tactics seemed to be to starve her to death or insanity, either way Bulma was to strong to give in; she was a true Sayan fighter. She was beginning to feel tempted to go and hunt like Goku does; just the thought of having to strip the meat made her stomach twist; but in her heart she knew it was probably the direction she would have to head into if she didn't want to become a thief or famish. Their didn't seem to be many more options she could take in her circumstances.

On Vegetasaii thieves were extremely abhorrent; anyone caught or proven guilty of stealing was punished severely upon Elite Authority. Usually this meant having hands and limbs cut off, or sometimes certain stages of torture. Others were forced onto the front line to fight for the Sayans and their reputation. However the further Tsuful's that were getting killed, the more Sayans were being sent to compellingly work for 'Lord Freeza' some didn't opt to planet purge like Bardock or Radditz. These were usually the ones who weren't trained correctly and were just petty thieves stealing for a living; most didn't even complete their first mission and come back alive. It was almost a death sentence in itself.

She was dragged into the back yard; where she was out of ear shot and eyesight of the mysterious guest they seemed to be almost hiding. A large charred piece of ground still remained from the space pod which had crashed in the garden many months before; the pilot had been killed instantly upon impact. The ship was sent away to the labs and nothing else had been heard since.

The body that had been dragged from the wreckage was that of a fairly young boy; he must have been just a little younger than Bulma. His life hadn't even really began yet and it was taken away so quickly and cruelly; Shirk was little help, he was more concerned about seeking compensation for the damage done to the gate and lawn.

After spying from the top of the house, Bulma wished she hadn't, she'd seen the body being dragged out and onto the freshly mowed lawn. This image stuck with her for days afterwards she kept having recurring nightmares about what her parents must have looked like after their tragic deaths.

Shirk roughly dragged Bulma and allowed her to flop half lifelessly onto the grass near to the spot where the young boy died. Bulma kept gazing around, but couldn't focus on anything in particular. The ground was swirling underneath her; and everything seemed so distant and faraway; the increasing darkness around her was concerning the blue haired girl, and a high-pitched ringing echoed loudly blocking out most sounds.

"Get your lazy arse up child." Growled Shirk as he lunged forwards and grabbed Bulma by her long blue hair.

She could do nothing as she felt the sheer pain throb throughout her head; she wanted to scream but couldn't even do this, thoughts came flooding back to her as he continued on his evil assault. His hands began to wander down towards her buttocks and gave them a tight squeeze, he'd never touched her like this before and Bulma was only half aware of the goings on. She was in the stages of passing out again, the darkness kept creeping around her; now she couldn't even see the sky above her head it was a midnight black colour surrounding her.

Flashback

"Daddy… do fairytails come true?" A very young Bulma was sat on her fathers lap, she couldn't have been more than six years old, she was curled up into a little ball; her hair was in blue bunches and her tail was moving with the light breeze from the open window.

Her mother was in the kitchen preparing some sort of delicious meal; the smell of meat cooking in that special way always reminded Bulma of her mother, it was a warmly home smell. Unfortunately since her parents deaths Bulma had never smelt it again; it just remained embedded in her mind.

"Sweetheart… No… fairytails don't come true. However dreams do." Dr Briefs said as he turned the page in the huge book he was reading to his little angel. It was her regular bedtime story; he must have read it to her a hundred other times.

It was a tale about a prince and a princess who meet and fall in love, but the prince's evil father does not want the princess to marry the prince and sets out doing many horrible things to destroy their love. It was an ancient fairytale that had been passed down for generations and was told by most Sayans to their young.

Bulma pulled an upset look, she always believed her fairytales were going to one day be true, that she would find the handsome prince and live in a giant castle. She wanted to be like Cinderella and marry the handsome heir.

Little did she know that perhaps for once her father was wrong, she was definatly having a similar life to Cinderella, and the only thing missing was the handsome prince.

"Do you ever have dreams then daddy?" little Bulma asked curiously as she cuddled up closer to her father, he always smelled nice, it made her sleepy to breath in his nice soapy smell. Most Sayan males smelt sweaty and musky; her dad always had the best aroma about him maybe because he didn't spend all day fighting he was an inventor.

"Of course I have dreams. One of them came true, I asked for a beautiful little blue haired princess, and look what I got." He said stroking her hair affectionaly; Bulma's tail came up and met his hand before he playfully grabbed it.

"I have another dream too... that you will grow up and have a really nice job like me, that you'll have a really good education. And maybe one day you will live in your own little castle."

"I will daddy! I promise!"

"Just remember sweetie… fairytails aren't just about princes, their all about fulfilling your dreams, and about standing up for what you believe in." Looking down he noticed that Bulma had fallen fast asleep, she still had her tail nestled in his hand, but was snoring quietly and obviously hadn't taken in his last comment at all.

Reality

Her eyes re opened to find Shirk frantically tearing at her tight little pink top, he'd managed to reveal a large part of her cleavage, luckily though she was wearing her pink armour top, he couldn't find how to correctly get it off. She was only wearing this because all her other clothes had to be washed and she hadn't had enough time.

Armour was usually only worn when being trained in, and for special occasions or obviously in a battle. Bulma's was made of the finest dragons scales from a distant planet and was extremely authentic and expensive, It was however very fashionable looking and super lightweight. One of the only items of clothing her two cousins weren't interested in; maybe because they had never been in a real fight before they were too fat and lazy or in Serena's case to skinny and fragile.

It was at this present time saving her from being sexually touched by the fat disgusting slob of a man in her heart though she knew it wouldn't hold him back for long, one of his hands were permanently stroking her cleavage.

"Let me go…" Bulma squeezed out as he forced her against a large tree holding her by the throat, she couldn't even scream as he pushed onto her windpipe.

"I'm punishing you, you naughty little girl. Spying is a terrible crime, and this fits the bill just right… I've wanted to do this for so long…" Shirk growled removing his hand from her breasts and then moving both his hands up to her thighs, why Bulma had chosen today to wear a skirt she wouldn't know fate had a horrible way of creeping up on her. Kicking her legs angrily she tried to hit into his stomach to prevent him from going any further.

Not only was he a bully he was now trying to force her to have sex with him, pervert was only a mild way to put it he was at least double her age.

Bulma had mixed emotions, half of her wanted to cower in a corner and die the other to rip the heart straight out of the filthy rapist.

"I'm going to teach you not to spy… I'm the only one who's allowed to spy… in here…" his hands moved further up until he was stroking her tiny underwear indicating to where he wished to spy. Bulma was frantic nothing could be done; he had her pinned down effortlessly she was about to get raped and she knew it would hurt badly, she felt his tail begin to follow up her legs closing her eyes she began to concentrate hard tightening her legs together, tears were falling lifelessly down her face.

Disclaimer: Poor Bulma, Shirk is worse than I thought! Not even I saw this coming! Is she strong enough to pull through this I wonder? He's about to rape her all because she fainted I really don't think she can take much more of this… major plot bunnies!

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