Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Night of Dancing ❯ Bloody Encore? ( Chapter 1 )

A Night of Dancing

Bloody Encore?

Hullo hullo all! Roshy here! Well, this fic popped into my head one day, and well, now I can't get it out ^^* heh. Well anyways I think I'm gonna start a routine listening to music while I write ^.^ Right now its…. Warning, by Incubus. Good song. Well anyways, I'll stop waitsing your time and continue with the disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, if I did, well, we'd all be in for a world of trouble! ( or at least one hell ova show!) enjoy =^.^=

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Capsule Corp. Lie dark. The Gravity Machine was distant to the world as its sound proof interior worked wonders for the Ouji. I, myself, marvel at my genus giving Vejita that to shut him up. Even though I do enjoy the verbal matches we have, sometimes, I just don't know about him. Its crazy to say this, but sometimes he looks hurt at some of the things I say. Well, maybe I wouldn't say them if he didn't criticize me! But other times, he's so cold-hearted and cruel…I guess I would be to if I had worked under Freeza for that long.

I sigh, upon walking into the kitchen. Well, at least Vejita doesn't hurt me when we yell, unlike Yamucha. Damn bastard. He was on his way, I guess to him, I'm one of his whores. I growl in frustration when I look at the bruise on my stomach. He hurts me, and I just don't meen metal pain, but physical pain as well.

He thinks he's some kind of pimp doesn't he? I waltz over to the little island at the center of the kitchen. There's a note there. Typical. I read it silently to myself, mom's gone to the Science Convention with dad, in South City. How convenent! I wipe a single tear that seems to have made its way to my cheek, away. I crumble up the note and aim for the trash, missing by a mile. Oh well, not like I care anyways. I smooth out my black tank-top, and look down at my deep red panties.

I chuckle a little, it practicly screams `sex'. A little hope catches me be surprise and I stop looking at my outfit and close my eyes. Maybe he wouldn't come? Its possible, he's done it before, can you guess? Duh, he went to a bar. Thank Kami for that one, I was so relived that time. But a gruff knock at the door smashes all my hope into oblivion and I steady myself from the slight shock.

There was another knock at the door and I quickly, but quietly, scrambled for my room. I run up the steps and hear the door break. Kuso! He's almost got me, I know it. He can sense me. Finally, I make it to my room and don't bother shutting the door. To obvious. I make it onto my balcony and wait around the corner. A whoosh of wind went by me, but I didn't pay mind to it. I peered around the corner.

Nothing. I then step out into the open, stupid decision on my part. Remember that whoosh of wind? It was Yamucha, I was sure of it. Because, next he smacked me from behind, onto my floor. Ouch, that hurt. I almost scream, but decide not to. He turns me around quickly and gives me another harsh slap, to the face this time. I was back-handed onto the side of my bed, right where the metal post is. Its very sharp, and to the gods I hope he doesn't hit me into it. That, would really suck.

Yamucha came toward me, slowly. Ever so slowly, disregarding his clothes in the process. He knelt in front of me, his lustful gaze meeting my blue eyes. I sighed when he bent down and whispered, "Hey babe, we're not gonna do anymore running now are we?" He paused and looked at me. I shook me head as if to say `no'. He smirked, then continued, "Good, because I wouldn't want to fuck a bloody whore," He said pushing me down more. I let out a painful grown as I felt that post dig into my pale skin. I could feel blood down my lower back, reaching my butt.

He smiled at this and began to pull my panties down. Of course I was unaware to this because of the pain I was in. But I wouldn't cry, no way. I've wasted too many tears on this jerk and I don't want to waste any more. But my thoughts were cut short when he thrust into my, dryly. Of course he was wet and ready, but I found nothing horny about him, so I just sat there. He began rocking back and forth, trying to go deeper, but I wasn't concerned at this at the moment. I was thinking of a way to get out of this mess, and to not let him come into me.

I could feel his member swelling up, and I knew he was about to come. With all the strength I could muster, I shoved him off of me and made a mad dash to the door. I turned my head back and watched as he came onto the floor, and a look of pure hatred came across his features. I was almost to the steps, but he yanked me from behind, digging his knee into my cut. I yelped in pain and slashed him in the face with my nails. I could see red, yes, he was bleeding! But that joy turned into more pain when he knocked me down the stairs. Oh Kami, that hurts. I moaned out a low, "Itai," with pain.

Yamucha came back down, dressed and all, and an unsatisfied smile on his lips. How the hell did he get dressed so fast? I shook off the question when he kissed me on the forhead. I muttered an, "Kisama," and he just chuckled. He walked toward the kitchen and I sighed in relief and tried to stand. Well, easier said then done.

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I opened the GR with my tail and sighed. The training I did today was sufficient, but not enough. Well, I had been training for three days straight, with the occasional stops for food, but that's it. And my body begged for rest. Might as well give it to it, I've worn myself out anyways. I walk to the back door, and walk in the kitchen and toward the fridge. I grab myself some water and down it in one gulp. That desert fuck walks into the kitchen, headed for the exit I suppose. I notice a scratch on his face and chuckle when I see that it's the onna's mark. He turns and gives me an icy glare, and I return it ten fold. He just snorts and I grunt in return when he slams the door. "Pathetic weakling," I mumble, going for another water. I grab it and smile, it's the only one left. Ha, that'll get the onna pissed. But all thoughts of pissing her off fade quickly when I hear a painful moan come from the stairs.

I walk into the living room and turn toward the stairs, and drop the water I had at the sight. There was Bulma, bloody and battered, struggling to stand with a painful yet happy look on her face. By Kami, how am I to handle this?

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Heh, sorry to leave just hanging there, but don't complain to much, its not THAT much of a cliffy ^^ tee-hee. Well anyways, I'll get the next chapter in tomorrow, I've gotta make a phone call to a couple friends, and well yea. Oh! Almost forgot, hey little ninjin, I got the fic out! Hope your happy, although this is NOWHERE near as good as yours =^.^= well, please review folks and have a happy time dancing in a winter wonderland! -luv Roshy-

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