Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Closer ❯ You Let Me Violate You ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I own neither DBZ nor the song "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails.

Warning: This fic contains very DARK/MATURE content. If you can't handle it, then please don't read it.

Closer: Chapter 1

~~*You let me violate you,

You let me desecrate you

You let me penetrate you,

You let me complicate you*~~

He banged into her from behind with an animalistic frenzy unmatched by any other lover she'd ever had. Bulma moaned as his hips slammed against hers, again and again, at a dizzying pace. Her fingers buried themselves in the dirt; she pressed her tear-stained face into the ground, sobbing with the pleasure.

With a snarl, Vegeta reached around her body and cruelly squeezed her breast, his fingers pinching and pulling on the hard nipples. She cried out with pain even as his penis rammed into her yet again, overwhelming her senses with conflicting emotions. Pain, pleasure-she didn't know what she was feeling anymore.

He leaned across her body, pressing his muscular chest into her back as he bit her ear with his sharp teeth, hard enough to draw blood.

"Fucking whore," he whispered into her ear. "I'll teach you not to disobey me, stupid cunt." Keeping up his rhythm and not missing a single thrust, he reached his hand in between where his legs held hers spread beneath him. He lifted her thigh on to his shoulder then repeated his actions with the other leg. Bulma's breath hissed from her throat as her entire body clenched; her legs were bent backwards painfully far by his sweaty, muscular body. The pain of her limbs stretching so far in the wrong direction made her dizzy; for a moment she thought she would pass out. And then she'd be in big trouble.

Vegeta wouldn't like it if she `fell asleep on him' again.

So she ignored the pain, pressing her face into the dirt to let the ground muffle her screams. At the same time, however, the pleasure of having him pounding into her at lightning speed made her sob as she felt her climax nearing. She was so close …

Moments later, just as her peak flashed before her eyes, almost a reality, a bone crushing jolt of pain brought her down. She watched as the beautiful sense of relief she should have felt fell away, leaving nothing but emptiness and pain. She screamed from the pit of her stomach even as she felt Vegeta pulling out of her and spilling himself on the small of her back, dumping her limp legs onto the barren ground.

He was hardly out of breath. No more than a moment after releasing his seed he stood, stretched, and reached down to pull her up roughly by her arm.

Bulma shrieked as she felt her broken legs dangling limply beneath her.

"Vegeta!" she cried out in horror. He scoffed at her and tossed her back onto the ground where she lay moaning in pain. He had broken both of her legs to teach her a lesson-and he hadn't even let her reach her climax first! Damn him!

Ignoring her protests and whimpers of pain, Vegeta slowly, carefully dressed himself in his spandex and pulled on his armor. Then, reaching into a small pouch he had tucked away in his armor, he tossed her a senzu bean. It didn't land anywhere near her-it was ten feet away, at least. She'd have to crawl to get it, with both her legs broken. She didn't know if she'd be able to make it.

"Vegeta, please." He was the only man who had ever been able to make her beg.

He smirked at her. "Next time," he growled, "Don't fuck with me. I'm not like that pansy pussy-whipped weakling. I have no pity."

He walked over to stand next to the senzu, looking down at it thoughtfully. He lifted his leg and placed his gold-tipped booted foot mere inches above the bean.

Bulma's eyes widened. Without that senzu bean, her legs would be stuck like this. Chances were they wouldn't heal properly and would be stuck in some deformed state for a long while.

Her gaze flew up to his. She knew what he wanted.

And, hating herself the entire time, she would give it to him.

"Please, Master." She wanted to spit in his face, but the instinct for survival rose within her, quieting her more sadistic urges.

Vegeta smirked. "Good that you know your place, slave." He placed his foot on the ground beside the senzu. "I expect you in my room at eight o'clock sharp." He glared at her. "Even one second late and you may not live to regret it." Without any further words he soared into the air, disappearing across the horizon in a blinding beam of light.

Would he kill her? She thought so. He was that kind of man; he'd kill her without a single qualm. But only after he'd tortured her. The only reason he kept her around was for the sex. So why did she stay with him?

Because she loved him.

Bulma cringed at the thought. Leave it to her, Bulma Briefs, to fall in love with the most despicable, mass-murdering, cruelest man in the entire universe. He was such a bastard it made her want to spit.

But no-she had to appease him. She knew he loved her, too; that was why he was treating her like this. She'd taken some time to psychoanalyze his behavior-one of her hobbies as a world-renowned geniuis-and she'd determined that Vegeta had some major issues dealing with love, trust, and insecurity. Thus, despite his passionate love for her-or maybe even because of it-he felt the need to harm her, to push her away. In his old life as a slave under Freeza, he couldn't afford to love anybody or be loved by anybody. So he had learned to treat emotions such as love with disdain and hatred, pushing them as far away from him as he possibly could.

So when love finally stared him in the face, what other option did he have but to destroy?

He wanted to destroy her even as his pride reveled in his control of her. He was so cruel because he couldn't stand the fact that anyone could know everything he'd ever felt, everything he'd ever hated about his past … and still love him.

Bulma moaned as her body squirmed, inching slowly towards the senzu. The pain shooting through her limbs made her cringe with its intensity. Just a few more feet and she would be there. Once she had healed she'd have to trek several miles back to her crashed capsule plane to get her cell phone and call Goku to come pick her up.

Her face blanched at the thought of relying on someone to help her out of this situation. What if he asked too many questions? What if he found out exactly what Vegeta had done? She couldn't let him kill the man she loved.

She gritted her teeth and clenched her eyes shut against the tears. Dammit, she was going to pass out from the pain again. She didn't have time for this. Looking up at the sun, she knew it must be at least three o'clock in the afternoon already. That gave her a measly five hours to get back to Capsule Corp and prepare herself for the night ahead with Vegeta.

She shivered, thinking of their twisted, sordid relationship. The first time had had taken her he had been a virgin. She'd already been half in love with him and bent on seducing him for months. She hadn't known that he had no experience with women. It had been somewhat awkward that first time, but enjoyable nonetheless, and she had looked forward to teaching him many things.

She never got the chance.

As soon as they had slept together that one time, it began. Before that he had been his usual surly self, but he had never been downright sadistic or cruel. They would argue all the time, but she never felt threatened. She was secure in the fact that he would not hurt her. He was fond of her, to some small degree. She was the first person in a long time to show him anything other than fear, hatred, or disgust, and it affected him. She knew it did.

But after she gave him her body, initiating him at the ripe old age of 31 into manhood, everything changed.

The gentle lover she had enjoyed that first time never reappeared. Instead he became a cruel, cold man. A man who made her fear for her life. Purposely injuring her just for the sadistic pleasure he achieved from the act. Forcing her into nonconsensual sexual acts-even she didn't know if it was rape or simply rough sex. He always managed to persuade her into compliance, no matter how degrading or depraved a sexual act he wanted her to perform. She did it all without question, because she loved him-and feared him.

Hell, she even blew him with a smile-well, as much of a smile as she could manage with her mouth full.

"Got it!" she whispered to herself as her hand stretched out, reaching as far as possible, and grabbed the senzu. Blackness seeped into the edges of her vision and her mangled limps cried out for peace against the pain. She knew she had to hurry, or else she would pass out and have to face Vegeta's punishment later that night.

When she obeyed him, he could be incredibly generous, giving her pleasure such as she had never known. When he was displeased with her or her performance, however, he punished her. Her legs weren't the worst thing he had ever broken.

She popped the senzu bean in her mouth and chewed quickly before swallowing. She let her body fall limp onto the ground and she immediately began to feel the effect, the energy returning to her legs and her body.

Sighing with relief at her reenergized body, Bulma stood up and stretched. Her legs were still a little wobbly, but at least they were no longer broken. She frowned down at her nakedness-Vegeta had long ago ripped her clothes to shreds-then started the long trek back to her crashed plane.

Vegeta had brought her out here to this deserted wasteland because he wanted to make completely sure that she was cut off from all civilization. He liked it when she gave him a reason to punish her. In fact, she sometimes thought that he enjoyed punishing her more than he enjoyed pleasuring her.

Bulma groaned and shook her head. No! She couldn't think that. She had to be strong, to withstand his painful behavior for as long as it took to make him realize the truth, to treat her as an equal and stop being so cruel.

But another, more wicked part of her took this opportunity to whisper in her ear. And what if he does stop being cruel? You know you like it. He's not the only one with sadomasochistic tendencies in this relationship. You enjoy the pain. You live for it. Without the pain, the pleasure is nothing. Do you really want him to go all soft on you, to hold you in his arms and kiss you and read poetry to you?

Bulma's entire body shook at the thought. Maybe Vegeta had been right.

"You live for the pain," he had told her before showing her just how erotic pain could be in the pursuit of pleasure. That was the first time he had made her beg-the first time anyone had made her beg.

With a soft sob Bulma fell to her knees. She could feel his presence within her, around her, behind her. She could feel the pain-and the pleasure that it brought with it. She could feel the pain and pleasure mingling, burning, shimmering. Making her beg, making her scream.

With a hoarse cry, Bulma collapsed to the ground, letting blackness claim her, filling her with memories that she desperately wanted to forget.

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A/N: What do you think? How is my portrayal of the more sadistic side of Vegeta? Should I continue this story or just give up? Please review or email me to let me know. Thanks!

Next Chapter: It's their first time! How sweet.

Love, Tina