Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bonding ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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Chapter 2.

Bulma walked through the hall. cursing all the way to her bedroom. "Fuck." she said out loud. "How could I be stupid? You just had to get angry and tell him you have wet dreams about him." She growled angry as she walked into her bedroom, slamming the door shut. "He's definitely going to use this against me." She walked into her private bathroom to put her dirty laundry in the washing-machine.

She always did her laundry when she was angry. And she had been angry allot lately. Just two weeks ago, she found out Yamcha had been cheating on her. She dumped him immediately, saying she didn't want him anymore and that she had her eyes on someone else anyway.

Yamcha had not taken it well. He vowed he would get back at her one way or the other.

Bulma shuddered as she remembered the look on his face. She was sure that if Vegeta hadn't been nearby he would have tried something. She shook her head to get rid off these thought's and walked back into her bedroom.

Suddenly she halted and looked at her door, that was standing half open. She raised an eyebrow. "That's strange. I thought I closed the door." she whispered. Bulma looked through the door into the hallway. "Hello? Anyone there? Vegeta?" When no one responded she shrugged and closed the door.

Suddenly she heard someone chuckle behind her. Bulma turned slowly around and looked straight into Yamcha's blurry eyes. "Yamcha!" she gasped. "What are you doing here?" Yamcha chuckled again and took a step towards her. "I asked you a question, Yamcha." Bulma tried to sound confident but failed miserably. She backed away from him until she stood with her back against the wall. Yamcha walked towards her and placed his hands on each side off her head to prevent her from escaping. he brought his face closer to Bulma's and she could smell the alcohol in his breath. Yamcha caressed her cheek with his fingers, causing Bulma to whimper and turn away. He chuckled again.

"What's the matter princess? You're not scared off little ol' me are you?" Before Bulma could answer Yamcha grabbed her and flung her across the room. Bulma let out a shriek as she landed on her bed. She tried to get away but Yamcha was on her in a second. He laughed when Bulma started to cry. "I told you I'd get back at you." he softly whispered in her ear.

"Please, Yamcha." Bulma pleaded. "Just go away. I won't tell anyone, I promise." Yamcha growled and hit her in her face.

"Shut up bitch!" He screamed. Blood started trickling out off the corner of her mouth. "It's time for you to pay!" He ripped off her dress and underwear. Bulma's eyes got big as she realized what he planned on doing.

"No Yamcha please!" She pleaded again while she struggled to get away. Yamcha ignored her pleas and shot some Ki rings over her arms and legs to prevent her escape. He then stepped off the bed and undid his clothing. Yamcha climbed back on the bed and covered her body with his own.

"It's time to take what's rightfully mine!" With that he pushed himself inside. Bulma screamed in pain while Yamcha pounded inside off her. When he was done with her, he softly kissed her cheek.

"That was great babe." Bulma didn't answer him and just stared blankly at the ceiling. Yamcha looked at her with sad eyes. "Yeah, that was really great. To bad we can't repeat it." He began to form a Ki ball in his hand. "You see, I'm afraid that I can't let you live. You might tell somebody about this and we can't have that, now can we?" Bulma still didn't respond. Yamcha brought the Ki ball closer to her body, a wicked smirk forming on his face.

Bulma shut her eyes and waited for death to release her.