Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Baby Blues ❯ Chapter 1

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Authors Note: I know that some people do not like these types of stories, but I think that they are romantic. Almost like a fairy tale with the damsel in distress and the prince who saves her. Well here it goes.
Bulma turned to look at the gi clad male standing in her doorway. Fear flashed in her eyes before she glared, her baby blues darkening.
"Yamcha, what are you doing here?" Yamcha's dark eyes gleamed with lust as he approached her.
"After what happened yesterday, I thought I should make sure I got my point across," he whispered harshly as he grabbed both her arms tightly, making her flinch.
"Yamcha," she whimpered, her eyes watering,"please let go, your hurting me." Yamcha squeezed her arms tighter, enjoying the pain that floated in her eyes.
"Bulma, you are my property, my slave," he face moving closer to hers,"and you will do as I tell you without question. You will not tell me what to do or back talk me." Bulma nodded, turning her face away from his.
"H-hai," she whimpered, "I w-will do a-as I'm told."
"Good," he growled as he bent down, harshly taking and plundering her mouth with his tounge. He ground his hips against hers while his hand found it's way under her shirt, but before he could do more an explosion rippled through the air followed by a curse.
"Shimatta(damn it)!" came an angry growl from below her balcony. "Onna!" Yamcha frowned as he removed his hand and dragged Bulma with him toward the balcony glass doors. They both stepped out onto the balcony deck.
"Prince of Dead Monkeys, what the fuck do you want?" Yamcha glowled. "I was talking to my girlfriend." Vegeta scowled down at the pair of humans, his hate for the one called Yamcha growing every passing day.
"Is this correct Onna(woman)?" Vegeta inquired of the woman even though she smelled like the desert bandit. Yamcha stepped in front of Bulma, his fists curled at his side, but not daring to strike out because even if he hated the Sayian he was also afraid of him.
"Hey! I was talking to you!" Yamcha fumed, "This is between you and I!" Vegeta moved closer to the humans, Yamcha tried to stand his ground.
"You sure have some stones talking to me like that, desert trash," Vegeta growled as he lowered himself onto the balcony. "You must want to meet your Maker real soon." Fear flashed across Yamcha's face before he crossed his arms, trying to mimic Vegeta's stance. (We all know that only Vegeta can look hot and badass at the same time)
"Onna," Vegeta said, turning his attention to Bulma, "Once you get done talking to your low class mate go fix my GR." With that Vegeta walked past to the two and out Bulma's bedroom door.
"I guess this will have to wait," Yamcha said as he pulled her back into the shadows of her room. "I will be gone for a few days, but I will be back," he growled before once again harshly ravishing her mouth. "We will finish this." He turned and left the room, leaving Bulma to callapse to the floor in tears.
"I need to leave," she whispered to the darkness, "I need to go where he can't find me." Bulma headed for the bathroom where after washing her face she headed for the GR. Her mind was racing with destinations of where she could go, but none were far enough where Yamcha wouldn't find her. "He would find me no matter where I went," she murmured sadly.
A few hours later Bulma sat in her light blue tub as the warm water filled the space around her. Her thoughts drifting toward a plan of escape. As the water washed away the aches and pains of the day she ran information through her brain.
'If only I could go somewhere he couldn't sense my 'ki',' she thought to herself. The others could sense the 'ki' of others so that they knew where the others were. "I guess I need to go where no one can sense me," her voice echoing off the tiles.
The next day Bulma stuffed a couple of suitcases full of clothes, shoes, hygiene products, ladies products, and make up before capsizing them. She headed downstair, pen and paper in hand making a list of food she needed before heading to the store. A lone shadow watched her comings and goings.
'I wonder what she up to.'
A few hours later Bulma arrived, car empty, but a few capsules full of groceries that she took to the hanger with her other capsules from that morning. After finishing that task she headed for the kitchen where she made Vegeta's lunch and wrote a note to her parents. Setting the note on the table where her parents would be sure to see it Bulma made her way out to the GR balancing Vegeta many trays of food. She set them out down by the GR door before glancing down at her watch.
'Two thirty,' she thought to herself. 'I have a couple of hours before my parents get home.' Bulma ran upstairs and took another bath before heading downstairs towad the hanger. She was dressed in black tight pants and a long white t-shirt. Humming to herself she did a once over in her head of what she had and what she had needed. Satisfied with that she had and in her own little world she didn't notice the unusual silence. She disappeared into a silver sphere that had four round windows and closed the door. A few minutes later the air was filled with the sound of the engines rumbling as the ship started to rise. "I hope this works," she said out loud as she passed through clouds into the atmosphere. "I will miss everyone and hope they will not worry."
Goku frowned as he felt the familiar 'ki' signitures vanish from his mind. 'Where did they go?' he asked himself. Gohan walked over to his father and noticing that his father was concentrating.
"What's wrong?" Goku looked down at his young son and smiling.
"Nothing, I just lost Bulma's and someone's 'ki' signiture."
"Oh," Gohan said as he joined his father in watching the sky.
A few hours later Mr. and Mrs. Briefs entered their house, unaware of anything wrong. A few minutes later Mr. Briefs found the note.
"Dear!" he called. Mrs. Briefs entered the room.
"Hai, what is it dear?" He held up the note.
"It's a note from Bulma," he said quietly as he read it. "She left," he said seconds later, "but she won't tell us where."
"Okay," Mrs.Briefs said, "must have needed a vacation."
A few hours later Mrs. Briefs went outside to give Vegeta his dinner, but noticed that the GR was unusually quiet. There were no growls of frustration and no flashes of light from the Saiyan Prince who occupied the GR from dawn until dusk.
"Hmmm, I wonder where he his?" she said out loud as she headed back inside.
Meanwhile Yamcha sat in his boxers on a twin sized hotel bed. He was thinking about all the things that he was going to do to Bulma once he got home. He had yet to bed her. A knock on the white door broke his thoughts. He walked across the plush white carpet and opened the door. A young blonde slutty looking woman stood before him, her bright green eyes looked at him lustfully.
"Yamcha," she whispered huskfully.
"Laura, come in," he said pulling her in and closing the door.