Chapter 5: Falling

A/N: No i'm not dead, though tomorrow I'm certain to wish I was. I'm still in the academy until February. So if you aren't stated with this little excerpt, go see DSD: Side B (New Arc path I created a few days ago)

MB

I killed someone…

That thought had not let her go from its grip in the several days since that night of the party. Even if the man was a bastard, she had just sliced his throat. Killing him didn't change anything: she didn't free the girls he was practically torturing.

Kakarot was even proud of her for some strange reason, though he had proceeded to take the two of them right back down to the same twisted relationship they had before. Him giving her a piece of mind blowing oral sex to which she could only - in vain - try to resist. Then, once it was over, he demanded she give him the same treatment stating that 'things can remain the way they are or we can go down a different path'.

What choice did she have? Was being abused even worth her resistance…? She saw what other girls had to go through. Was what she did so bad, to willingly kneel between his legs with running water and give him a blowjob?

No… No. It wasn't. Ten minutes of discomfort and a salty aftertaste in her mouth which was preceded by her being licked thoroughly and cumming hard all over his face.

After that even, the sex… well her being pinned down and fucked wasn't terrible either. She didn't feel that intense pain like before, in fact it felt good. Really good. And she hated that, hated that she was feeling pleasure. Was she sick or maybe perverted?

It left her a mess, trying to process everything. And see everything for what it was.

"Why are you so stressed? You don't seem to be enjoying yourself?" Kakarot came up behind her wrapping an arm around her waist and his other grabbed her free wrist. It didn't help that Chi-Chi was in a thin nearly transparent black cocktail dress that exposed almost all of her womanly assets.

She cast a look towards the other side of the room briefly. Not saying much more, giving him even a moment right now would be just admitting more than she wanted.

There wasn't a word, expression, or phrase that could put what she was feeling into context. She was a walking mixture of so many different emotions that she could not place it to be just one thing causing her to be so distressed.

Kakarot's fingers trailed up her side, the tickle of his nails over the surface of her fabric as he pulled her into his chest. Her body was slightly trembling as she just remained close to him, his blue silk shirt opened enough for her head to fall against his chest. The sweet innocent smile on his lips as he continued to just hold her close. "Chi-Chi." His words ever the tempting gentleness, it was an art form.

She closed her eyes holding back the burning in her eyes as he moved along the back of her dress to press into the exposed skin. "Don't you want to just enjoy yourself? We have a few hours until the party gets started. We can grab drinks, food, spin around the dance floor or find," His lips pressing against the small bun of raven hair. "A nice quiet room."

Though in his mind their actions would be anything but quiet. It was simply not the saiyan way.

Kakarot had enjoyed Chi-Chi, though she was still in the early breaking in stages. She was still quite hesitant to fall for him like some others had, willingly throwing away what regards they once clinged to simply for his affections to continue or end. Becoming mindless puppets and dolls, they were all so boring.

That spirit and just little bits of resistance kept him entertained at home, but when he watched her slit that fat pig's throat and how she was covered in blood. All of it told him that she was indeed a special maid.

Afterall any good professional needed someone to clean up after him. To handle and manage the affairs that were trivial to his status.

That was his Chi-Chi, his maid. Unknown to so many, and that only made his job easier. Not that many remembered him, only his clients and targets knew his face and both often ended up dead.

He was a professional after all.

Yet as he smelled her scent, not the ones being flaunted and aggravating his sensitive nose of fragrances of flowers, odors and aromas that were unnatural there was a small twinge that told him of the problem at hand.

He pulled his hand from her wrist and trailed it up to cup her face. "You're the most beautiful woman here my little Chi, you have no reason to feel ashamed or embarrassed."

Chi-Chi couldn't stop herself, as she made the mistake of repeatedly doing what she told herself time and time again not to do. She looked into his eyes, that gentle mask of a face that lied to her, but believed. Just like a battered spouse, she took his words as truth and comfort.

Because she had nothing else.

What would be left if she tossed aside his affections?

Some may ask, why do people stay in abusive relationships. Chi-Chi quickly understood that answer, as it became apparent even to her. Even though she was falling into another trap. A well crafted lie that would take her back into the pits of depression later.

If being loved only a little bit, ever the lie. Was it better to be treated as if you were loved even in a fake reality than to be nothing?

Chi-Chi's eyes felt the tears breaking at their edges as Kakarot gently pressed his lips downwards overtop her own.

"That's my girl."

And that's all she was, his girl. She belonged to him, and no one else had his eye, caught his attention. No one else received his affection, only the cruel beatings and intimidation that saiyans learned and developed over years.

"Yes master," She whispered softly against his lips as his lips continued their soft attention together. Gentle kissing, his tongue trailing over her teeth but not going further than that. Her hands coming to hold his back, the fingers holding his clothes tightly wishing that she could just not let this moment end. Where she could be lost in this lie.

Letting herself be swallowed whole by the monster in her life, Chi-Chi found herself tucking herself inside of her own mind. Back to the days when she was a princess on fire mountain, back to when she went on adventures, when she learned how to be strong and independent.

Reliving the past, so that she might escape her current reality. When one feels their very consciousness step outside of their own body.

It was only a temporary escape in her case, If one was destined to be forever abused she wished that the honeymoon period would last forever. Yet the world and its trials would continue, as would her training and conditioning.


A swirling mixture poured all over her, the low thrumming of the night clubs music could be felt from the soles of one's feet all the way to the tips of the hair at the top of their head. It drowned out the sounds and numbed the hearts of those who could once see the poor woman.

Flashes, of green, purple, red, and blue, rolled from the ceiling to the floor, covering the world all around them in a sea of fake hues and colors. They could drown a person in the sea, as the floor glowed and pulsed with the music thrumming and they blinded and hid the face of once a poor woman who looked ready to fall.

Through the throats of all who danced, talked, and sang in the burning lights, their faces and lips masked and covered in the aroma of liquor. Through all of the noise, all of the burning lights, and intoxication. No one could catch the woman falling except one.

His hand's wrapped around her stomach. Her hands in the air, as she fell.

No one looked.

No one cared.

She was just another face, and her suffering muted. Their eyes blind and ears deaf.

Her world became swallowed by the man who had taken so much from her. Kakarot's smile, his gentle touches, and soft words breathed in her ears. It just allowed her fall further and further.

The light she once could try and reach for, grew dimmer as she felt the world sucking in around itself as it grew darker. Like one who falls down a well, the surface grew farther away and Chi-Chi could not catch herself as the abyss swallowed her whole.

Her humanity taken, her will broken, and spirit in tatters. She landed squarely in the monster's jaw and could not pull free.

She danced, she moved, and tossed herself in Kakarot's grip for hours. Forgetting everything, as she took drink after drink, smile and compliment from others but with a teasing wink she returned back to the hands of the man who marked her.

The marks on her neck visible, in the subtle flashes that those who saw them knew not to tread any further upon ground that was not there's.

But then… there were always those who preyed upon the thrill of the hunt, the chasing of game. Only sometimes there is a bigger predator out there.

Her hips moved, swinging from side to side, her hands resting atop the large palms that just teased her skin through the nearly sheer fabric with his hands.

Black hair flipped and swayed from side to side, the once cropped short hair becoming longer until it settled down upon the back of her shoulderblades. Who would see it when they were blind before?

Chi-Chi's legs danced squatting a little lower as she gyrated her hips back upwards against him.

A mess of black spikes flowed behind her, his hands and legs slowly rocking with her as he watched her come back up. The way she smiled, her lips pulling back towards him.

He cast her a grin and she winked back at him and with a simple twist of her waist she walked away from him. Her hips swaying slowly from side to side as she walked towards the open bar.

Giving the bartender a dazzling smile, the old ahn'qiraj, even though it was hundreds of years old and insectoid race with only a humanoid shape it could recognize the creature in front of him for what she was and nearly eight feet tall it did its best to make her happy as its large palm's made the drink that was just for her.

A hard Martini, just on the rocks and with a dash of something extra, her glass filled perfectly as he pushed by comparison tiny glass to his hand towards her.

Plucking the drink from the top she brought it up to her lips to sample her drink of choice.

A frame leaned back against the bar, just several feet away from the raven haired woman who slowly sipped from her glass.

A light purple zoot suit, gaudy, over the top. And just the style that drew attention to himself for all the wrong reasons. But he was untouchable, the son of an errant crime boss. Inherited wealth, power, and status, and none of the sacrifice given to know the position they held. The long dark overly oiled and gelled hair hung just below his ears, a shimmering golden band held his hair behind his head in short pony tail.

He was nearly human, except the longer extremities and light red tint to his skin. Everyone knew who he was, so who would be foolish enough to tell him no? Tell him not to touch what was not his, or know that all actions have consequences?

His brown eyes watched the woman just to his side as she got her drink, the way she prettied herself up coming here night after night to dance her troubles away. He saw just how many drinks men bought her only for her to offer them a smile and walk away.

It was just the type of bad and dirty girl that got his zoot suit from loose and baggy to hot and tight.

One of his guards looked at the young leader and saw what his eyes were looking at in all the wrong ways.

"Sir with all due respect, that isn't the type to play with."

The leader waved off his concern. He rolled his elbow onto the top of the bar and looked squarely at the woman, admiring her curves, the white skin through that sheer dress. Her underwear hiding all the delicious goodies beneath as he could feel his mouth moistening. Oh yes, tonight he was taking this little slut home.

Whether she wanted to or not.

"Hey there babe, do you have a price?" In his life, every one did. Man, woman, child, they had a dollar sign attached. The lives he owned, killed, and took to play with as he wanted.

He was the boss, he was in charge and he had power to do what he wanted to whomever he wanted.

Slowly she set her drink back down only half finished. Her head and body slowly turning to the young man to her side, brushing back her hair with her polished nails. "My, forward." She smiled, a light blush from her drink ran across her lips.

"Women love a man who knows what he wants, and i'm a man who wants to give a woman what she wants so long as we both get what we need." He purred, he looked at the black bra just hidden beneath her dress holding her chest and the near thong like panties that covered the best part.

Drawing up a finger to her lips she licked the tip of her finger and smiled. "A girl like me has expensive tastes and since you're being forward. Eight-Thousand… and that's per hour, if I enjoy it i'll run it down to six, how's that sound little boy?" She teased slightly as she grabbed her drink and brought it back her to her lips.

A slight twinge of a scowl flickered on the man's lips. One because he felt partially insulted that she called him a boy, and second that was a price he might pay for a night not an hour…. But he didn't have to pay her of course."

The right call here, the right call there. Girls like this were always in demand, willing or not. He offered her a smile, "how about two for a little private show in a room upstairs."

A spike in drink, a little elbow twisting he'd get what he came for. He saw her smile and nod her head as she set down her empty glass. Offering him her hand, he grinned and wrapped his much longer fingers around her wrist and walked with her.

The crowd on the dance floor did not bat an eye, dealings were commonplace.

Even the few who could see the woman, that witnessed the mark on her neck and who knew the man whom she had spent night after night with did not say anything.

The chatter and bustle carried on, like clockwork without pause. Who cared what others did, it wasn't their business.

Two of his men walked in front of him, another behind him as he went to the V.I.P rooms. He pushed open the door as his men stood down on the lower floor as he walked upstairs into a private room.

The full leather sofa's the dim lighting and only one way glass looking down over the dance floor.

Releasing the woman's hand he removed his large jacket from his shoulders and tossed over the full length sofa as he took a seat in a leather seat. "Alright, for two thousand you better make it worth my while."

Pulling free a chip for credits he tossed it at the woman hitting her side. The small bit of plastic clattered on the floor as she raised an eyebrow at him.

"You should be nicer to the ladies," She said sliding down to pull up the credit chip and set it on a small round table off to the side.

He snorted, "A lady wouldn't come into a backroom with a stranger for credits." He grabbed a drink for himself as he sat back.

"But I do know who you are." She smiled as she walked towards him, the small clack of her heeled shoes on the ground as she brought up her hands, "Tenryuo, Kite." she pulled at the small straps on her dress letting it fall down from her shoulders.

"New leader of the the Kite crime family aren't you?" Her eyes told the story. Slowly she drew down the dress exposing more and more of herself that wasn't bound by her black undergarments. It dropped at her feet as she rose one foot up and placed it ontop of small ottoman.

Tenryuo raised a curious brow at her, though he did not show any concern as his hand rested just above his pocket. "I guess my reputation proceeds me." So what if a high class whore knew who he was? People should, he was a very important person now.

The woman smiled as she slowly rocked her hips forwards, Her fingers teasing just around the edges of her clothes of her thin black panties, spinning herself around she moved backward and forwards as she slowly crawled onto all fours.

"Oh, you really are quite the whore." Exclaiming with a grin as she pushed herself up onto both of her palms and spread both of her legs completely in a split and spun herself around on both of her hands, moving herself from one palm to the rest as her body twisted all around, legs curling back upwards as she landed both of her knees back on the ottoman and then flipped back upright. Now facing the man in the chair who was grinning ear to ear.

She slowly brought up her finger from her stomach smoothing all the way up and unclipped her bra let it fall from her shoulders and hit the floor. She pressed both of her palms together just atop her panties, generously pushing up her chest to accentuate their size and curves even more.

Tenryuo leaned forward slightly his tongue licking his lips as she came closer, planting one foot on the arm of the chair and then her other foot joining the other side. She rose up, her flexibility and strength not normal for the young crime boss as he saw her rise up, her hips dropping as she brought her hands into her hair and moved her body. Her mouth panting as her tongue escaped in rushed pants.

"Master… Master…" She whimpered as her thighs began to slicken with more than sweat.

He couldn't believe his luck, "You will be worth every single penny. Perhaps i'll keep you for myself for a few months." He grinned cruelly as he reached up to touch her but as he looked up he saw the woman looking at something behind him.

His head turned slightly and met a pair of coal black eyes looking down at him. A mess of twisted black spikes pointed every direction as the face pulled into a twisted grin.

A bang was heard but as the music and thundering of the base it was nothing out of the ordinary as the guards and patrons of the bar kept the night alive and kicking.

"Did you really believe that you could have that what does not belong to you? Such an foolish little boy you are."

He grabbed the bleeding and barely conscious Tenryou from the chair and lifted him up by the scruff of his gaudy zoot suit as the man's eyes swam and spun. But as he did he turned to smile as a smile came to his side, his other arm opened wide as a pair of warm slippery breasts pushed into his exposed side as quickly his lips and another ruby red pair met his.

"That's my GIRL!" He growled into her mouth as he kissed her, his hand squeezing the back of her ass tongues swapped hastily and quickly.

He'd been in the room before the two had arrived, watching as she danced, as she made the tightness in his groin increase. The fool believed that a woman like her would be so skilled and so talented that would come up here for mere money.

He could feel a stirring in his arm as he continued to make out with his raven haired temptress her hands grasping at the sides of his face as she kissed him hungrily.

"Bi-tch! I'll," He was released by the hand holding him causing him to fall to the floor.

Tenryuo tried to get to his hands and push away but a kick caught him in the side knocking him on his back, his eyes still watching the pair in the room still in a fervent lip lock.

"Do you know… who the fuck I am!?" He coughed his nose running red with blood as he could feel the broken ribs of his chest.

A slight whimper escaped their lips as a large boot slammed down onto his back, "I know what you are… you are my prey. Consider it your later father's gift to you for killing him…"

The man's eyes widened considerably as he looked more closely at the face of the man in above him. There was no white to be seen as he fully took in the face.

"Y-You? I… I paid you to kill him," He mumbled as the canines escaped from Kakarot's face. The full realization that dealing with a devil always carried more than a simple payment.

"I did kill him, but you know for a small fee he paid me to kill my client who paid me before I ended his life and you were nothing like the fighter your father was. Old but still able to die with some shred of dignity." He mocked as he pulled Chi-Chi against his chest. The small woman sighed into his embrace as one hand slipped through the back of her underwear and began to push at her nether lips making her moan as two fingers slipped inside.

"F-Fuck. You-!" He spit up as Kakarot chuckled.

Turning his head slightly downwards he whispered softly in Chi-Chi's ear.

Reaching inside the waistband of Kakarot's pant's her fingers wrapped around the short hilt of a black knife. He nodded to her as she nodded back, her face turning hard as she turned around, the slight shimmer came as she walked towards him.

Kakarot watched with a pleased grin overtop his lips, "A woman, one you thought so low to buy with credits will be your end. The most fitting of a death for scum like you."

The man had his chance, his hand grabbed inside the front of his pant leg a small hidden blade of his own. As she drew back he slashed forwards, a cry of pain escaped as he caught the the side of her wrist. A slash and the smell of iron and blood filled the room as she clutched at her wrist.

"Cut that little bi-"

Kakarot's hand slammed over his mouth, as the other crushed the bones in his wrist that held the weapon that hurt his girl. Dragging him up to his knees, his knee placed in his back and his foot over the back of his calf. Black eyes looked into brown that stared at the running lines of red coming down her wrist.

He snorted as she looked away. Her fingers twisted around the knife, her wounded wrist didn't cause her to drop her weapon as she turned to look back at the man in front of her.

The seduction, the games, the playing, all of it was fine.

Tricking your mind and heart that you were just acting, playing a part of a bigger stage. That the world around her was just a nothing but a fantasy, a dream that changed shape day by day.

She let her eyes close and did the only thing she could.

Letting herself fall.

No one would catch her, no one would try and save her as she fell. Until darkness engulfed her once again, the faint spec of her own humanity and morality died. The poor woman called Chi-Chi vanished once again. The slave girl who only wanted to go home, she didn't cry out.

Only the girl, his girl. Remained inside this husk of a flesh and bone.

Breathing, unseeing, unthinking, consciousness not registering anything as her hands moved, this was just another dream to be lost in. The colors of the club, the smell of liquor, and the thrumming of the music, she couldn't feel anything else nor did she want too.

Kakarot only smiled, Chi-Chi's form tucked under his chin as he gently took off into the air, his movements slow. Too much excitement... But she'll get better, she's already making so much improvement. His tail coiled around her waist possessively as he floated over the rooftops, his speed nothing more than a jaunt as he made notes of the meetings and business to come.

R&R Please

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