Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Darkest Days ❯ chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Warnings: RAPE! Violence! (you have been warned.)

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"I'm not in the mood to entertain guests" he sneers, I pout childishly then and give him a wicked grin.

"Well isn't that a shame, perhaps I could find a way to persuade you otherwise".

For a moment I actually saw panic on his features, his eyes widened and pupils dilated, I tingled with delight as he crouched into fighting stance.

This was going to be fun

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I felt my heart beating inside my head and my stomach churned uneasily, but I kept my stance and my face remained cold hoping to intimidate him.

Just as I was about to make my first move he turned and walked toward the controls, remaining completely calm.

My stance faltered as I wondered what he up to, my eyes never left him as he continued.

I never did quite understand Kakarot's motive clearly until now, I merely thought he wanted some sort of relationship with me.

But his over confidence tells me otherwise, now I see, I've seen it before in another, he doesnt just want me, he wants to dominate me.

I feel slight pressure as the gravity is increased, I estimate it must be around 70g's or so.

"I thought I'll make things a bit more interesting", he purrs as he looks me over, his eyes mentally undressing me; he does nothing to hide his state of arousal.

I am no ones property, how dare he presume that I'll fall at his feet!

'I will not be dominated'! I mentally scream and I power up straight into Super Saiyan 2

I bound forward ready to strike.

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He has such a temper, my prince, it's one of the things I love about him.

He sail's towards me, a high kick aimed for my head. I feel the air wiz by me as I narrowly dodge, to even the odds I power up to his level.

He collects himself, landing in a cat like crouch. He pauses, calculating his next move. So my prince wants to outsmart me?

I give him a sly smirk whilst licking my lips.

His face contorts into that of pure rage and he howls charging me with a flurry of kicks and punches, all of which I manage to block but with some difficulty.

He breaks away after a while to regain his breath, finding it difficult to catch my breath myself I choose this moment to take the fight to the next level and power up to super saiyan 3; flairing my power a little to show him who's in control.

He looks me in the eye, the pure hate and rage reflected in his black orbs causes me to shudder involuntary.

I can see he's not going to give in without a fight, even though the his chances of victory are slim to nothing. I am in awe at his strength of will.

He comes at me again with renewed determination, his agile body darting this way and that, he tries fruitlessly to get past my defences.
I let him play for a few more minutes until I grow bored with this game and backhand him across the face sending him flying into the far wall.

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I remain on my knee's feeling that if I stand my legs will not hold me. It's taking all of my control just to keep me from shaking, imagine that! Vegeta The Prince of Saiyans cowering from a third class like a child.

He stands now looking down at me, I don't dare make eye contact, I don't want to see his eyes, I already know what he wants.

He crouches and lifts my chin so I can look at him, I jerk away from the touch. He grabs my face again, more firmly, almost painfully and I look at him, his hair pooled on the floor behind him, the gold locks shining brightly making him look almost angelic.

But his eye's said something so so different.

"So lovely", his voice is deep and husky whether from his aroused state or the transformation I am not sure.

His hand sweeps through my still blond locks, I had not thought to power down for I might still have a fighting chance, his other hand still securely hold my face in place.

I struggle slightly, snarling at him, but his grip on my face only gets tighter; for fear of a broken jaw I remained still.
Without any warning his hand fists in my hair and pulls my head forward and his lips connected with mine with bruising force.

I yelped in surprise against his lips and he takes that to his advantage thrusting his tongue into my mouth, I bite down on the wondering appendage.

He lets go of me and shoves me backwards; hard.

My head hits the marble floor with blinding force, I regain my scenses to find he has climbed on top of me and pinned me with his weight; my attempts to escape are useless.

He leans forward to lick at the small puddle of blood that has formed beneath my head, he then lifts his head and looks at me, his eyes glazed over with lust.
He nips at my nose affectionately as if we were partners.

"Mmm you taste good Vegeta, who need's food when they've got you!".

I couldn't stop the growl the rumbled from deep within my chest, "No ones got me Kakarot, Get off me!"

That stupid goofy lopsided smile spreads across his face and he chuckles lightly at me. "I don't know Vegeta, from where I'm sitting it looks like 'I got you' pretty good!"

My eye's widen as he thrusts his hips to prove his point, moaning quietly as he does so. He reaches down to fondle me causing me to become semi hard, I am enraged by my body's reaction and try in vain to get away.

"Looks like someone's happy to see me!" He says as he continues stroking me.

"Get your filthy hands off me third class!" I am forced to bite my tongue as his face hardens losing all traces of playfulness, the hand on my clothed member tightens making me wince slightly in pain.

His voice is low and arctic as he speaks, "So that's it is it Vegeta? You've been ignoring my advances because of or class difference! It doesn't mean anything that I want you, need you, and love you! I'll never be good enough for you will I!"

His face is red with anger and his breathing ragged, I am shocked as I see pearly tears roll down his cheeks and soon enough he breaks down into quivering sobs.

I move from beneath him as the sobbing continues, now truly scared at the mess I'm in. But I only manage to make it so far before he grabs my hips and hauls me underneath him again.

"I'll prove to you that I'm worthy Vegeta, I'll make you love me" he says hurriedly while stripping both of us of our clothing.

"We haven't got much time so we'll have to make this quick" and with that said he puts to of his fingers into his mouth closing his eyes as he does so.

"Kakarot don't do this… please" he ignores my plea and removes his now wet fingers from his mouth moving them towards my entrance, I squirm and raise both my hands to claw at his face but he anticipates this move and catches one of my hands and crushes it, grinding my bones making me yell in surprise and pain.

I have no time to nurse my broken hand as he thrusts his fingers into me making me grunt at the slight pain, his job of preparing me is done quickly and he hardly pauses as he removes his fingers and drives into me in a swift fluid motion making me open my mouth in a silent cry.

I feel my inner walls ripping, tearing; I clench my eye's shut to keep my tears from flowing but they flow freely as he begins to move, every movement causes me to gasp.

His hands grip my hips and pull them into a more suitable position, he goes deeper, causing more damage. His pace quickens causing me to let out a choked sob, I can smell the blood flooding the air, my blood.

More ripping, tearing, bleeding.

I try to shut out the sounds of his moaning, the sound of flesh hitting flesh but they only intensify in volume.

He stiffens above me, fingers constricting on my hips, nails biting into flesh surely drawing blood then hollers in pleasure. He slumps down on top of me, crushing me with his weight trying to regain his breath "I love you so so much Vegeta." He whispers as he plants butterfly kisses all over my face, kissing away my tears.

He removes himself from me and dresses quickly, I do not look at him, I just remain there, lying on the floor with my eyes clenched shut.

"I'll make you love me Vegeta, I'll Teach you it's not that hard…" he trails on but the words are unheard by me, I succumb into a deep meditative state, blocking out everything.

When I do finally retain my awareness the pain returns full force bringing forth newly formed tears, the stench of blood, sweat, and sex clouding the air makes me roll over and bring up the contents of my stomach. I continue dry heaving for a while and when my stomach settles I slide over to an area of the room that has a less potent smell, leaving a trail of blood in my path.

I huddle in a corner of the room feeling slightly safer now he's gone but that revelation doesn't stop the tears.

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I would like to say that it gets better after this, but it doesn't... hence the title. ^_^

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