Chapter Nine
Nothing could have prepared Shirk for what happened in the next few seconds.
A wind echoed throughout the ghostly desert, Bulmas screams of anguish just drifted along into the empty silence. The wind picked up pace sweeping some sand particles up and into the air, looking around Shirk nervously flickered his tail back and fourth; Bulma was still lying draped across the floor wishing the brutal attack would be over.
"I'm not a scumbag." Shirk whispered quietly, as he bent down towards Bulma until he good smell her familiar scent, leaning even closer and breathing her in deeply he passionately placed a kiss on her neck, it didn't feel like how her former boyfriend Yamcha had kissed her; it was more slimy and cold. She could feel his teeth sinking into her skin as he proceeded to suck on the bruise that was now forming, licking the blood up like a wild animal.
As she lied on the sand, now sobbing uncontrollably her thoughts began to drift back to Yamcha. He was the son of a space pirate, the last time she'd seen him he promised her fidelity before shooting off into space to fight some faraway battle. It was true; the only thing he strived about was fitting into his father's footsteps and becoming an Elite fighter for the Royal family. What a waste.
For all she knew he could be dead. He must have been, after that day he hadn't been in contact with anybody on the planet not even his poor old mother. Sometimes she wished she'd chosen him to lose her pure side; but thinking twice she didn't believe him to be true mate material, if he could have just changed for the good and spent some more quality time with her instead of obsessing about his fathers expectations then maybe things would have been different. Her mother of course loved him dearly and wanted Bulma and him to have a mating ceremony, they had been good friends since they were little children always playing and exploring with her best friend Goku. As they grew older they became more attracted to one another, until one day they finally sealed that attraction with a kiss.
Admittingly Bulma didn't think of Yamcha very much anymore, it was much easier to just put him behind her and look to the future. Whatever happened to him bore not thinking about, she just couldn't deal with anymore death or pain in her life if she did she feared she'd break in two.
If he could just arrive back on Vegetaseii and sweep her up and away from the evil concubine aunt and her two devil offspring everything would be fixed… everything… he could come and destroy Shirk with his eyes closed then leaving his head on a stick for all to see… take Bulma away to a faraway place where they could make love for the first time.
"Mother… Father…" Bulma said weakly, as she felt Shirk wrap his dirty tail tightly around her neck, where he had just put it she couldn't think about; the first person to ever touch her and it had to be him. A middle-aged ugly hairy creep, who raped innocent females for the fun of it. If only Yamcha were here… perhaps she would join him if he was dead…
Was this the end? Was this really how she was going to die? In the middle of the Barron lands at the hands of this monster her aunt had chosen. The kind of luck she'd been given all her life. Yes. The answer was probably yes.
Bulma began to pray to herself that losing ones virginity wasn't as painful as people made out, if only the Sayan gods could somehow help her; show her a way out of this torture before her innocence was taken from her forever.
Scars hurt, the seventeen year old knew that they never disappeared no matter how many days passed; on her right arm she had a small scar which she'd gotten by falling onto a boulder when she'd been a small child, no matter how nicely her mother had bandaged it and kissed her better the scar was still their today. She could only guess that this was going be like a scar, maybe it wouldn't show on the outside; but if she did have one of her last childhood things just taken from her so cruelly and viciously… it would be a scar just not entirely visible from the outside. It would be with her always, for the rest of her life she'd have to carry that sick burden which he had brought upon her.
Shirk chuckled as the young girl began to ramble her dead parents names, was he really that frightening!
Looking back down to the girl, he couldn't help himself as his mouth ran dry; how she could still be a virgin he would never know, somehow she'd missed her aunts awful genetic side out completely, she was one hundred percent gorgeous. Everything from her perfect shaped breasts down to her smooth luscious legs even her eyes were the sort he saw in his dreams.
She was everything that Shirk liked in a woman, and he was going to be her first… and probably her last.
The wind picked up ever so slightly, sweeping some grains of sand across the patch of land Bulma was sprawled across face down; her tail was wrapped comfortingly around her waist as she sobbed into her dusty cut hands.
A sound behind them made Shirk jump and disturbed him from his lusty gaze of Bulma, angrily he spun to see who or what had been at the back of him.
Glancing back and fourth nervously, he searched through the dusty surroundings with his excellent eyesight. The wind was certainly becoming a menace; shuddering slightly and satisfied nobody was about he licked his lips with a warm wet tongue.
Unbeknownst to Bulma and Shirk a small miracle was about to happen…
X A few hundred miles away in a little third class village X
"You cannot ground me! I have been working bringing in money." Radditz protested holding up his arms in dismay at his father's discipline.
After all he had only tied his younger brother up to get the last chop of meat in the chiller room nothing out of the ordinary; any true Saiyan would have done the same in his position he was sure of that. As for the destroyed back garden that could easily be solved with some plants here and there, and perhaps with some landscaping it could look even better than before his father left.
Still blaming Kakkorot for the garden seemed to be the easiest option.
"Correction, I have been bringing the money in, keeping this house up and running so we have a roof over our heads; you were simply off gallivanting in space and filling your own selfish needs." Bardock growled angrily, as he rubbed his temples in dismay.
His eldest son was really beginning to become a problem, it had been a good few months since father and son had met and already they seemed to be clashing.
Kakkorot simply being Kakkorot was oblivious to the yelling and was busy hunting through his father's bags for some yummy goodies he may have bought back.
"I'm not the one with a girlfriend." Radditz pointed out, as he glared over to Goku who had turned to a small blue bag which looked like toiletries.
The argument just froze in mid sentence as Bardock too glared coldly from one son to the next. The garden was suddenly forgotten about. "Girlfriend." He said simply the words hung in the air like a stale smell. Both brothers could suddenly feel the tension in the room.
Goku looked up from the bag in surprise at his fathers reaction, he didn't look that happy; Goku presumed he'd be over the moon with his youngest son finding a female… a really beautiful girl… instead he looked pretty mad.
"You'll have to meet her father! She is so pretty even Radditz hit on her!" Goku gleamed, as he smiled to his father.
Anyone looking at the two men would know without doubt that they were related, the broad shoulders and the height was a dead giveaway also the facial features and the wild hair were almost identical. The only thing separating Goku from Bardock was the obvious age difference and the attire they wore.
Bardock with his old worn Saiyan armour, and Goku with his one of a kind bright orange training suit.
Bardock remained unemotional as he sat in the tattered yellow chair and glared straight through his optimistic youngest child. What planet had he really landed on? This wasn't Vegetaseii.
X Back in the Barron Lands X
"This is the end little Bulma… There's no escaping the inevitable." Shirk whispered venomously, this time he pulled her skirt straight off from her legs leaving her only in the pink metal armour and her tiny panties.
After stripping her half down, he proceeded to force her down onto her back so he could stare straight into her beautiful mesmerising eyes. Those eyes he could find himself getting lost in, they were the brightest blue he'd ever encountered and they had a small glisten of something odd as he licked his lips again hungrily. He could taste the blood from his bite on her neck and he wanted more.
Bulma felt beyond showing her emotions as the huge towering warrior shuffled closer through the sand and leant onto her; pushing the seventeen year old further into the blistering hot sand. His weight was incredible, never had she imagined something as heavy and lumbersome as the huge male that had mounted her fully clothed.
The texture of the sand burned the back of her legs, as she managed to let out a squeal of both fear and pain as Shirk planted a long sloppy kiss onto her closed lips.
As the seconds ticked by the wind picked up more, yet Shirk was so distracted in forcing the youngster to kiss that he'd failed to realise that this was no ordinary wind in the Barron Lands, it was soon becoming a dust storm.
A huge funnel of air, which sucked up – and destroyed, anything in its path. They were very rare on the planet Vegetaseii; yet the Barron lands seemed to be the place they first appear they used the place almost as an animal would breed. The horrendously hot air and land along with the lack of oxygen made it the perfect breeding place for the tornado like winds. After reaching certain power in the harsh conditions they would move on to the neighbouring villages annihilating anything or anyone in its path, sometimes sprouting more winds along the way as if duplicating themselves.
The ancient Saiyan's believed the dust winds were sent from the Saiyan gods when they were angry, to wreck havoc and spread destruction on the surface of the world.
Underneath the heavily built Shirk, the young orphaned Saiyan twisted in fear and pain, as he finally pulled away from his unnatural kiss and stared into her bright blue eyes with his cold evil green pupils. Those eyes would stay with Bulma for a very long time, he could scar her in many different ways but these were to be burned into her memory like that with a hot piece of metal.
"I want to wait until I'm mated." Bulma pleaded, as she felt Shirks dreaded hairy arms trail back up her thighs again; no Saiyan gods were helping her, nobody deserved this to happen… It was the worst act a person could ever perform, if only she'd trained instead of working on the spaceships, perhaps she'd have even a modest chance in fighting him instead of rolling over like an injured animal and letting him take womanhood.
Never in her life had Bulma felt so weak and vulnerable, "I'm sorry mother and father." she whispered to herself, as Shirk began to vigorously rub her legs like a mad animal. It didn't feel sensual or pleasant in anyway it only caused Bulma to tense up ready for the attack on her body.
The sand began to move across the land as if it had a mind of its own, some grains shifted into the wind and others moved and bonded to create huge dunes, which weren't there before. The sun itself began to dim slightly as the sand started to block out the light, Bulma was on the verge of passing out again she had no idea this strange occurrence was happening around her despite the thundering winds.
Shirk let out a howl of pain, as something hard and powerful hit him square in the back, the wind was now matching up to his howling and itself was creating a loud thundering noise which shook the fragile ground in which Bulma was being pinned down upon.
Moving rapidly off Bulma, he rolled onto his knees and blinked up into the sky above, which had now darkened significantly in just a few short seconds.
Bulma Briefs quickly seized the opportunity and herself rolled further away from the middle-aged creep, not daring to get up and attempt to run. Fear had now seeped back into her veins from earlier when she'd felt emotionless and powerless towards the former space pirate.
Her skirt was lying twenty feet or so away and had blown down a small sand dune which she was convinced hadn't been there before the attack.
Bulma knew the best thing to do in the circumstances was to find shelter away from the dust storm and lie low, however in the place she found herself in this was both impossible and even more unlikely. The only thing around was sand, a couple of rocks and some more sand. It wasn't called the BarronLands for no reason.
Shirk was now completely out of visibility, the only thing pinpointing Bulma to his location was the loud angry yells from the older Saiyan. This really scared her; then again a small thought comforted the girl that if she couldn't see him then he obviously couldn't see her.
Judging from his shouts he couldn't have been very far away at all, just behind the wall of dust that was rapidly growing thicker. The little skirt she had been wearing before the attack was now slowly being sucked away from the small dune and into the spiralling wind.
Finding her feet all of a sudden, something abnormal and powerful began to flow through the frightened youngster; it felt like a surge of electricity from the tip of her tail right through to her shaking bones.
The sand was whipping around her naked legs as she knelt up and squinted through the approaching dust and sand. It felt good and it felt free; the legs which Shirk had just been rubbing were almost being cleaned by the hot rough grains of sand that were being blown sharply against her soft skin.
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