Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Cry ❯ Concrete Angel ( Chapter 3 )

A/N: Hey guys, special shout out to all my reviewers at bottom, as will be the usual case. I actually wrote a third chapter that was totally different from the original third chapter, but I thought it changed the story too much. So, even though there are some ideas I think should die in this story, it is still my very first original story back when I was AirForceArmyGurl, so I am going to keep it going as it was. I hope y'all like it, I worked on it long and hard, and it will be finished.

 

 

Bulma walked down the stairs to the living room where Vegeta was currently sitting. "Good, you decided to be on time for once in your life," Vegeta said gruffly as he walked up to her. "It doesn't take too long to pack for a night, Vegeta," Bulma answered nervously but regained composure quickly and as politely as possible. Vegeta just shrugged and walked off.

However, once he reached the door, he turned back. "I expect you to be in my room at 8:00 P.M. sharp tonight or I will personally hunt you down and kill you slowly and painfully!" Vegeta said all of this with his tone getting louder and harsher with every word. Bulma gulped and decided to go to her car. That would mean going through the front door where Vegeta was standing.

Bulma started walking to the door. When she reached Vegeta, she gulped nervously and asked Vegeta in the sweetest voice she could muster while almost passing out in fear, " Vegeta, could you please move out of my way?"

"Not without a good-bye kiss," and with that he put his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. He then plunged his tongue violently into her mouth so he could savor each moment of tasting her sweet taste. Bulma immediately started struggling, but Vegeta would not release his hold on her. She finally gave up and let him do what he wanted with her body before she left the house. The only thought keeping her sanity was that she would be leaving soon and would have a break from Vegeta.

Vegeta removed his hands from her waist and started moving them up and down her body. He started with her butt and put his hands under her baggy pants and underwear to feel every curve of her butt. He relished in the soft whimpering that was coming from her mouth as he started moving his hands in soothing circles around her butt and her lower back and thighs.

Bulma was scared. She did not want this to happen. Her and Yamcha had never done anything more than kissing and hugging because she was saving herself for the right person. 'Oh Yamcha,' she thought sadly in her mind as his hands moved up to her breasts. She didn't even like his tongue in her mouth, let alone his hands roaming her body freely. His tongue, to her, (A/N: This how Bulma feels now, eventually she'll come around, okee- day? She just is really scared. I personally would be scared, so I'm putting that in. Okee-day!) Tasted like someone had just done chewing tobacco and hadn't even bothered to brush their teeth or drink water or something!

Vegeta decided not to devour anymore and pulled back. "Remember what I said little one, remember," and with that he walked out the front door and headed for the gravity room.

Bulma was still shaking slightly, but she soon regained her bearings and walked out to the Capsule Corp. garage. She pulled out a red convertible capsule and decided that that would be nice for a nice summer day as it was. She popped the capsule and climbed inside.

She turned on her radio and a song that reminded her of her situation in a strange way. You see Bulma had a tremendous crush on Vegeta, but she knew that if they ever had a family together, he would probably abuse her child. (A/N: She's panicked! Give me a break! You wouldn't know what to do if he was making threats like that on you!)

The song was "Concrete Angel" by Martina McBride. Bulma started singing along as she drove out of the complex and out on Capsule Corp. Blvd.

She walks to school with the lunch she packed

Nobody knows what she's holding back

Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday

She hides the bruises with linen and lace

Ohh.

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask

It's hard to see the pain behind the mask

Bearing the burden of a secret storm

Sometimes she wishes she was never born

Through the wind, and the rain

She stands hard as a stone

In a world that she can't rise above

But her dreams give her wings

And she flies to a place where she's loved

Concrete Angel

Somebody cries in the middle of the night

The neighbors hear but they turn out the light

A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate

When morning comes it'll be too late

Through the wind and the rain

She stands hard as a stone

In a world that she can't rise above

But her dreams give her wings

And she flies to a place where she's loved

Concrete Angel

A statue stands in a shaded place

An angel girl with an upturned face

A name is written on a polished rock

A broken heart that the world forgot

Through the wind and the rain

She stands hard as a stone

In a world that she can't rise above

But her dreams give her wings

And she flies to a place where she's loved

Concrete Angel

Bulma stopped singing. "Wait a minute, I mean, I know Vegeta wants me in his bedroom tomorrow night, but that doesn't mean that we're going to have a family. I mean it could just be a fling or a talk (A/N: Snort! Yeah a talk! Cough!) Or something else, right?"

Bulma was still unsure, but went with it. She was sad; the song had made her cry. "I will not let any of my future children be concrete angels. I won't!" Bulma was almost becoming hysterical, but regained composure as she reached ChiChi and Goku's humble home with one last sentence to herself. "I'll be the concrete angel if I have to." And with that, she got out of her car and headed for the door.

A/N: Okay, I hope you guys like this chapter. Please review. Special thanks to
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