Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Desire ❯ Breaking Bulma ( Chapter 4 )

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Chapter Four

Breaking Bulma

His POV

I stand in the center of the GR room, sweat rolling off of my bare torso in rivulets. My chest rises and falls as I take great heaving breaths, my muscles straining under the intense gravity. My fists are knotted at my sides as I stare at the wall, like it is my greatest enemy.

How could I have let this happen? She is a distraction, a flaw in my character. She is all that I can think about. How she feels under my hands, how she tastes in my mouth. Even now I want her, moaning beneath me as I thrust into her.

I throw back my head, screaming in frustration through clenched teeth. I can not continue this way. I pace from one end of the GR to the other, glancing repeatedly at the control panel. Maybe I can leave this place, leave her behind. I can continue my training elsewhere and then when I am strong enough I can come back to defeat that third class baka. I stop my pacing and glare at the offending panel, thoughts whirling around in my head. I could leave, but that would not solve my problem. If I can come back to that fool, then I can come back to her. Just that thought alone would distract me too much.

I will have to kill her.

How though? If I blast her to the next dimension then that third class baka will be on my ass like a Nubarian whore. I begin to pace again, running my hand through my hair with agitation. I won't be able to kill her with a ki blast then. A more human method perhaps. Females are always getting raped and killed in their own homes here. I pause in the middle of the room, furling my lip in disgust. In fact, it is quite common. Maybe I can plunge a knife in her chest and leave her dead on the ground, then blame the deed on someone else.

Still, I would need some sort of alibi. Sparring with the bakayaro perhaps. Fool! You can't be in one place and kill the woman at the same time. I cross my arms over my chest, my frown becoming more pronounced. I cock my head as a thought strikes me. I could hire someone to rape and kill her and then I could burst in, killing her attacker. Not only taking care of the woman, but my accomplice as well, not to mention looking like a hero. Abet, a little too late, but a hero just the same.

I start to think about another man's hands on the woman. Holding her down, marring her skin, beating her until she cried and her last breath leaves her body. I realize that I am unconsciously growling, but I can't stop myself. No man will touch what is mine! No other has the right to take her life but me. Only my hands will be stained with her blood and certainly no man will take her but me! The thought of another male's hands on my...toy, infuriates me. If she is going to be broken then it will be by me. I begin to pace again, but how to do it?

That's when I hear yelling, curious I step outside to investigate. I creep towards the kitchen careful to keep out of sight as I observe the scene inside.

"What is wrong with you?" Roars a thoroughly enraged male.

I snarl in annoyance. It is that weakling the woman calls mate.

"Nothing is wrong with me! I am just tired of you picking up on everything that has tits and a pulse!" Screams the livid blue haired onna.

I cock an eyebrow. I have seen the Onna angry before but this is different. In the past she demanded things from other people with a spoilt screech, expecting everyone around her to jump when she said too. Too her credit, they usually did. I had long ago accepted that on this planet she is a princess in her own right and she usually flaunted her high priced authority under everyone's nose.

"I was not PICKING UP on her! She was just a fan! All I was doing was signing an autograph. Like EVEYONE else in the room." Snarls the man.

"Ha, giving out your phone number for later is more like it!" She slams down her hand on the counter for emphasis.

"I have never cheated on you and you know it! You refuse to accept that." He sighs deeply. "What happened? We were so happy just last month and now for the last two weeks you have been a raging bitch."

"Because you are cheating on me!" She points at him vigorously.

"NO, I AM NOT! What is your obsession with cheating lately? I have never seen you like this. You broke that poor girl's nose today!" He bellows, flinging his hands around in the air as his anger increases.

I smirk, the woman showed some backbone, did she. I would have loved to seen her in a fight, even with her weak ki. It sounds like she won too. Good girl.

Suddenly, her face crumples and great big tears fall from her eyes. She sobs uncontrollably into her hands. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I am just so mad inside. I am sorry for taking it out on you." She buckles to the floor.

The man goes to her side, soothing her by running his hands up and down her back. I see red. First he makes her cry, no one has the right to make her cry but me! Her tears will only fall because I deem it so, not because this weakling taunts her and now he dares to touch what is mine. I step into the room completely ignoring the fact that he is her chosen mate and growl deeply at him.

He looks up sharply his hands stilling on her back. He glares at me at first, but then he realizes who it is and that I am angry. He stands in front of the woman, between me and what is mine. I snarl, causing the man to draw back slightly in fear and I can feel his ki begin to climb.

The onna's head shoots up from her hands and she takes in the situation quickly. She rises to her feet, her face red and tear stained.

"Just go." Her voice is a whisper and I can sense fear behind it. Not fear of me so much, but what I might say to him.

The man turns to look back at her with questions in his eyes. "I can't just leave you here with him."

"Of course you can. Besides he won't hurt me, it's you that have annoyed him." She says this softly and gives him a small smile meant to reassure him. He still stands there, unsure of what to do, not wanting to leave his woman alone with an animal such as myself.

"Just go." She repeats her demand with more force this time.

Finally, the male leaves and I feel the tension drain from my body as I stare at the tear ravished onna, who is now looking at the ground.

"He will not come back here." I order her.

She stiffens and raises her head to look me directly in the eye. My body tenses again as I see the fire that is blazing inside her. She snarls in a manner that excites me, "You can not order me around like I am your slave!"

I cock my eyebrow. "Watch me onna."

She explodes into action like a volcano erupting, tearing open the nearest drawer. To my dismay it's the one that houses the cutlery. She begins to hurl steak knives at me with startling speed and accuracy and I can not hide the smirk that forms on my lips.

"You have done this to me!" She cries. "You have ruined my life, ruined my relationship and turned me into a raving lunatic." She is screaming at the top of her lungs and her face is getting even redder.

I snatch a butcher knife out of the air that was hurtling towards my heart. I am reminded of my earlier thoughts.

"I had the perfect life before you came here. I had boyfriend that loved me, no fear, no hate."

"No lust." I interrupt her tirade.

She pauses for a moment and turns towards me, her lips peeled back in a snarl. "What is lust? It is nothing but desire. Not a need, but a want."

"You seem to need it quite badly onna. A fact, you proclaimed very loudly to me a few times if I recall." I grin seductively at her.

Her face flames red with mortification and I am amused at her antics. "I was merely overwhelmed at the novelty of your particular skill." She rages in an attempt to explain her actions.

"Hn. Using ki in bed does seem to please the ladies." I say salaciously.

Her heart rate increases and the faint scent of arousal mixed with anger infuses the air. She tosses her head back and smirks at me with superiority. Uh oh, I'm not going to like what is going to come out of her mouth next.

"Well I suppose I could always teach my boyfriend how to do it. Then I will have someone who loves me and makes me wild." She snickers.

Molten anger brews inside of me. Over my dead body. Using ki in bed was like fucking a loaded gun. Without enough control he could kill her.

"I don't think so onna, because you are not going to see him again." I snarl at her.

"You can't stop me!" She screams her face flaming red again.

"I can and I will, bitch." I grind out, the thought of her with that mate of hers is making me sick and I am tired of hearing about it.

Suddenly her shoulders droop with defeat and she stares out the window. "I was happy." She tells the empty air.

I feel a burst of emotion in my chest, but I can't identify it. A slow smile spreads across my face. "Poor, Perfect Onna." I purr.

I advance on her from across the room, stalking my prey. Her eyes widen and she presses herself up against the counter, whimpering brokenly. She knows that she can't run.

I brace both hands on the counter, with her trapped between my arms. There is a light clink as the knife, still in my hand, hits the counter. I bend her backwards as far as she can go as I lean down without touching her. I place my face at her neck, my lips only inches from her pulse and I take a deep breath. I can hear her heart rate increase and smell her fear as it coats her skin. I can smell other things too, her anger and her salty tears just barely dried. I growl deep in my chest at the memory of those tears.

I raise my head, breathing in the smell of her hair as my lips stop at her temple. She quivers and a new odor fills the already scent permutated air. Her arousal. I move to look down into her cerulean eyes, so wide and glittering, like a trapped animal.

"I hate you." She gasps so quietly that if I had not been Saiyan I may not have heard it.

I smirk down at her, "I know."

I take her wrists in one hand, clutching the knife in the other and I lead her over to the kitchen table. Spinning her around to face it, I brace her thighs against the edge while lifting her hands above her head. I form a ki strand and lace it around her wrists, tying the other end around the chandelier that hangs above the center of the table. I make it short enough, that she has to bend over awkwardly, leaving all the weight of her upper body hanging on the rope.

Bracing one hand on the table I bend over her so that my bare chest is flush with her back, grinding my hips into her ass as I do so. I bring the edge of the knife up to her throat, pressing it gently into her delicate skin. I hear her swift intake of breath and her heart pounds harder. I kiss her ear softly before whispering to her.

"I could kill you right now."

I can hear her swallow audibly. She really is frightened now, however I can practically see the gears in her head turning.

"You can't." She whispers.

I smirk, this ought to be good. I press the knife deeper and a small drop of blood begins to appear. "Oh, I beg to differ." I purr.

"If you do, he will kill you." Her voice is a thin reed of sound.

Damn, I hate that third class baka. I bite down hard on her ear lobe to punish her for mentioning him. She jumps slightly but stays remarkably calm. She is so beautiful.

"He won't know it's me. Women die all the time Little One. Besides he would never expect me to slit your throat. He is too stupid to consider I would choose an alternate method to kill you other than blasting you." I sneer.

Her body tenses at my words and she pants with fear as she realizes that I am right.

"You won't do it. It wouldn't be honorable. I am not a warrior. I'm just a weak woman." She is near pleading now.

"Honorable? What makes you think that I am honorable? What in my past makes you believe that? Do you know how many woman I have killed while holding the children to their breast? How many innocents I have murdered who were not warriors?" I snarl at her, truly angry now.

"You had honor when you faced Fr.."

"Don't ever say that name to me." I roar while rearing back, cutting off my contact with her. The traitorous bitch, bringing that monster into this!

I pace the kitchen floor, not trusting my control. Honor, what does she know of it? How can she know that it was stripped away from me with every beating at his hand? Every time I purged a planet my honor evaporated with it. I frown deeply. Is honor something you can take back? I shake the thought away. I have lost my honor, only pride remains.

Soon, I hear the soft sound of her tears and I pause to glance at her. She hangs with her head down between her arms in defeat and her shoulders are shaking. I feel my anger soften. She is so beautiful when she cries her tears for me.

I stride up behind her, letting my hand caress her hair. She stiffens, but her tears continue to flow. I hear a whisper of sound escape her lips. "Please don't kill me."

I stare down out her dejected form and frown. I flashback to her standing in the middle of the kitchen throwing knifes and hurling insults. She is amazing and I find that I don't like her in this state as much as I thought I would. It is almost like she is broken. That's what I want isn't it? I snarl at myself and my weakness. Now all I want to do is fix her.

Her shoulders are enticingly bare as she is wearing a blue spaghetti strapped top and I bend down to lick her sun-kissed skin. My tongue darts out and I twirl it in circles, tasting her sweat. I lift my hand and trail it lightly across her ribs over her shirt to cup her breast.

Her tears stop falling and I can smell the stronger scent of her arousal in the air. I smile against her skin. She really is easy to please. For all of her fear, she is heavily attracted to me.

I bite down on the muscle on her neck and flick her nipple through her shirt. I smirk inwardly, she isn't wearing a bra. I knee her legs apart and I am thankful that she is wearing high heels to give her the extra height that she needs. Her short blue skirt rises higher on her milky thighs, reveling flawless skin.

I take up the knife once again, and I can feel her tense under my touch. I step back from her so she can not feel me, tormenting her with my silence. She tries to look back at me, but she can not turn her neck that far.

I trace the point of the knife down between her shoulder blades to her lower back. I slide the blade under her thin shirt and then with a flick of my wrist, slice it in half. It hangs off her now by only the thin straps, which I choose to ignore. Blood wells up where I have cut her with the knife, a thin line, from the middle of her back down to her lower back.

I put down the knife and bend over her to lath my tongue over the welt, lapping up her tangy blood as both my hands come up to cup her dangling breasts. Her breaths are coming in sharp pants now and she shifts against me with need. The wound I have caused is so slight that it is already beginning to heal so I lick my way up to the back of her neck, nipping it playfully.

Her nipples pebble against my fingers and I pinch them delicately. She moans and arches her body towards my hands. I trail my hands away from those precious globes, skimming down her ribs, which causes her to wiggle slightly. Hn, she is ticklish.

I pick up the knife once again and step back from her. I slide the knife, point first down the crack of her ass under her skirt. With a jerk of my hand, the sound of shredding material fills the room. It drops to pool around feet. I smile. She isn't wearing any panties. What a naughty girl.

Still standing back from her I reach out my hand and trail it down her plumb ass, following its natural cavern. As I get closer to her moist center, I can feel searing heat ebbing from her. I skim by her waiting passage to instead, pluck at her swollen clit.

She moans and bucks against my hand, demanding wordlessly that I give her more. For the first time in my life, I want to willing give something to someone, even if it is just pleasure. I power up a tiny amount of ki into the very tip of my finger, releasing it so it flows into her sensitive nerve bundle. She yelps as her body convulses and I wonder for a moment if she is going to hurt her arms they way she is yanking on my ki thread.

While she is still riding the waves of her climax, I warm three of my fingers with my ki, so that they are sparking with yellow flashes of light. I slide those fingers into her tight slit, thrusting against her convulsing muscles. The onna howls like a bitch in heat and I can't stop the smile that spreads across my face.

I can't wait any longer to feel her around me. I jerk down my training shorts and replace my fingers with my hard cock. I reach up with one hand to grab one of her swaying breasts, while the other hand reaches around to massage her bud. I ram into her, forcing her legs further apart and raising her up on her toes. The table begins to slide across the floor and I dimly realize that she is going to have bruises on the tops of her thighs from where she is leaning against the edge.

I grab her tightly too me, nearly lifting her off her feet and she screams with need. The table slides again causing her to shift a fraction away from me. I growl in frustration. I release my ki from her wrists and her elbows slam down onto the table, while I am still fucking her from behind.

She lays flat on the table causing me to release her breast and she grips the edges of the table with white knuckles. I pull her ass up higher and reach down to grab a handful of her hair, pounding into her furiously. I throw back my head, my teeth clenching and I can feel my balls tensing. Her inner muscles clench around my shaft enticingly and finally I gush my seed into her.

I feel weak suddenly and I collapse on top of her, my forehead pressing into the center of her back. I can hear the pounding of her heart and the rasp of her breath. With one last swipe of my tongue, I pull out of her, snatching up my shorts and stride out of the room. The knife lays forgotten on the ground.