Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Easier to Run Away ❯ Chapter 1: Red ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: Hello! *grins* yes, well, I write all of the time, but this is the first thing I have posted! Whoopee! You don't have to review. I will promise you that I will never beg you for reviews.

Sorry it was so riddled with mistakes and such…glad I decided to go back and read it again…geez.

Hajimemashou!

 

Chapter One: Red

 

Vegeta pounded his fist against the floor and watched the blood trickle down the cracks of the gravity room. Visions played through his mind. Rejection. Above all that feeling that he would never be good enough. He threw himself against the pitiful robots, matching old wounds stroke for stoke.

 

He would never forget. Every strike from his father, every distasteful look his mother gave him, as if he were nothing but another thing on her list of things she had to do. They cast him aside. But he learned quickly of his own strength, and clung to it. He fought off the demons of the night and forced them into fury.

 

And yes, he killed millions, no beyond that. Millions were one planet's population, and he had destroyed hundreds, day by day, since he was eleven. Over time he came to learn that loneliness was how it was, whether it was fair or not. So he killed people, regardless of who they were.

 

There is a woman, we are not killing these, Memories played through his head. She has children, three of them, all three females, no death here, merely capture. But she sees me and jumps in front of them, forcing herself to choke back her tears and steady her hand as she moves into fighting position. My scouter reads her ki…feh. Pathetic. I move to push her aside and she growls. At me!

 

She is protecting them! She loves them… I feel a rage seeping through my skin and coursing through my veins. I instantly hate her. I grab her by the neck, and thrust her to the ground. I roll a large piece of the building onto her legs, the bones break with a series of sickening snaps. I look at the first child, she is afraid, good. I tell her to come to me and she listens, despite her mothers pitiful screaming. She is smart, and knows she cannot get away.

 

"Do you see that woman, young one?" I ask pointing to her mother. She nods. "She is weak. She is disgusting. She hates you." I state, simply. She pauses then shakes her head. I reach forward, and before she could react, her head was lying on the ground next to her feet. I lick the blood on my fingers and offer it to one of the others, she is the oldest. She furrows her brow and spits on me.

 

"You are the one who is disgusting! I would never drink my own kin's blood!" I smile at her, she shies away. I grab her by the arm and snap it off. Her mother is screaming again. She died within minutes. The last little girl says nothing, but stands there with a blank look on her face, tears streaming down her face. I offer her, her sisters arm and tell her that Kami would want her to eat it. She looks confused.

 

I tell her that her mother is possessed, evil. Her mother is screaming foul language at me. The little girl looks confused. Her innocence causes my bulge to rise. I feel the urge to play with this little one. I walk over to the mother and shove part of her daughter's arm into her mouth.

 

"You have two choices. Spit that out and I will kill her immediately and leave you to suffer. Let me do what I will and she will live to see a future." The woman gagged but held the flesh in place. Satisfied, I returned to the child. She has a curious look on her face, my bulge tightens. I feel sick inside for feeling arousal from her, I am only 14 and have not been a murderer long. She is seven at the most.

 

"Why are you crying?" I ask her. She says she doesn't want to die. She loved her mother. "Me too little one." I sigh, putting on an act for the impressionable child. “I am sad too, nobody loves me. We are both alone now." She nods slowly, glancing at her mother. I sit down and lean back. My hard on is like a flag through my spandex uniform. She eyes it curiously. She points timidly.

 

"What's that?" she whispers.

 

"That's my Dick." I told her. "That is what I use to make little girls happy." She tilts her head to the side and furrows her brow further.

 

"Can I see?" she asks. I smile and nod. I pull down my pants a ways. She moves closer to inspect it. Her hand reaches out and brushes the tip. I groan, she laughs and tells me I'm funny. Her hands move all over my tightly erected member. I groan at the thought of what I am doing. I feel as though I am exacting revenge on my parents for what they did to me.

 

I place my hand over hers and move them up and down my dick. She gets the hang of it and I let go. Faster, I urge her moaning, faster. And she does he best, but I am not satisfied. I grab her by the arm and force her head down to my shaft. She whimpers.

 

"I'm sorry." I tell her. "I need you to help me." I say. A female cannot resist you telling her `I need you' no matter what her age. "It tastes good…" I assure her. She tastes it and smiles a half hearted smile, as I groan. She runs her tongue long it, but I am aching for more. I force her head down again, thrusting into her mouth, she gags, but I am beyond caring. I force her head up and down, her whining reaches my ears and I feel heat rush through my body. I thrust faster into her mouth, more and more.

 

Heat fills my vision; I look down at her and see her struggling for air. I moan excitedly and thrust harder. She screams with her mouth full of me, but it does her no good, the noise is making her mouth vibrate, and I love it. I thrust forward one last time and spill into her mouth; I forced her to stay down as my seed chokes her. I moan loudly and release her. She is crying. I pull her close to me and whisper in her ear. “You just did a very ad thing.” I coo in her ear. I tell her that everyone hates her and that she is nothing. I tell her she is coming with me and she will be my toy because she is worth nothing anymore.

 

Nothing…

 

Tears ran down Vegeta's face and he collapsed on the floor. He was a sick bastard; still was the same demented freak. He reached down to feel a hard on forming at the memory. The Prince groaned in frustration and collapsed on the floor. He didn't notice Bulma rushing in to hold him and tell him it's ok. He didn't hear her, in his mind she was not even there…Vegeta shuddered and slipped out of consciousness.