Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Force ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Broken_Iris 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.25.2011 | Updated On: 04.25.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 767 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.25.2011 | Updated On: 04.25.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 767 | Status: Work In Progress
I don't own any of the DBZ characters
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"Bulma?! Bulma?!" a voice called from behind closed doors. Opening her eyes, she peered at the door from her bed, squinted them in anger. She knew what the day was. Five years ago on this exact day, Vegeta had left for his voyage with his father. 'I wonder if he looks any different.' the girl thought as she sat up. She had gotten use to not really having to do anything. She was Vegeta's slave, not anyone elses. Wrapping the sheet around her so none of her womanliness was showing, she got up and made her way to the door. Pausing for a moment she finally put her hand on the doorknob. Before twisting the handle, she let the cold of the knob send shivers down her spine. Looking at the ground with her blue eyes, she finally postured up and twisted. Once the door was opened, she saw Kane waiting on the other side of the door. "Finally! Get ready, now!" Kane demanded. Growing up with Kane for pretty much her whole life, she was use to his antics.
"And how may I help you this fine morning?" sarcasm was written all over her face as she spilt those words. With a roll of her eyes she noticed that his were blankly staring at her. "Okay, okay I know Kane. Ever since I grew a pair of these you've been staring constantly." her lyrics still full of sarcasm. Blinking a few times, Kane finally realized that he was in fact staring. With a raise of his brows he mumbled something under his breath until his words became legiable, " Well, uhm, get ready and be out here in 5 minutes. I'll be waiting for you out here." He took the door handle and slammed the door shut. "Touchy." Bulma spoke as she turned around and headed towards the barthoom. '5 minutes my ass.' she thought to herself as she turned on the shower and hopped in.
As the water ran, Bulma put her hand in and felt the water, making sure it wasnt too cold nor too hot. "Perfect" she said softly as she got in and closed the glass door behind her. The warm water flowed down her body gently. She began to turn so she faced the shower, letting it run across her face. She was nervous, she hadent seen Vegeta since she was a kid; she was grown now, and so was he. She knew how Saiyans could be, but always knew that Vegeta was colder. She lived with him for four years straight, knowing his pet pieves, what set him off and everything else you could learn about a person while living with them. "I wonder how much he has changed." she pondered the thought as she washed her hair. The thought lingered in her mind until she got out of the shower, now focusing on her looks. She stared at her naked body, turning from side to side to see how she looked. She was thin with a toned figure, long legs, good sized breasts and a beautiful face. She smiled at herself in the mirror before walking over to the blow drier. The blow drier she went to was a container that instead of just drying her hair, dried her whole body. She pushed the button, turning it on, and stepped in, feeling the warm air blow across her from every direction. As soon as she felt dry, she turned it off, making her way back to the mirror. She laughed, like she did everytime, as she saw her reflection in the mirror; her hair was everywhere. Grabbing a brush, she combed through it until there was not a single tangle left.
Setting the brush down, she left the bathroom and headed to her closet. 'Hmmm' she thought as she began to rummage through her things. "No, that wont do." she began to throw clothes in a pile outside of her closet as she tried to find the perfect thing to wear. She didn't really care what she wore, if she could, she would be in sweat pants and a comfortable shirt. If it were any other occasion, she would be in something sloppy, but this was the return of the king and prince, she needed to look perfect for them. After searching for what seemed like forever, Bulma finally picked out a white and black strapless dress. The length covered her long legs and draped on the floor a bit, but not enough for someone to step on; she complimented them with black stilettos. She looked in the mirror next to her closet, "This is so uncomfortable." she mummbled as she let out a sigh. "Well, I guess it's time." Bulma walked back to the door, this time without hesitation, and opened it up.
"That was 25 minutes..." a voice from her left scolded Bulma. Looking over, she saw Kane sitting on a bench in the hallway. He stood up and walked next to her. His height was 6'7 feet, towering over Bulma. Looking up at him, she smiled and began to walk to the doors that lead to the ballroom hallway. "Bulma?" Kane addressed her as he stood in place. Bulma turned around, raising a brown. "We're going this way." He commented while pointing his finger in the opposite direction that she was going. "Oh." Bulma let out as she straightened herself up from her mistaken location and walked past him, "I knew that." she commented as she held her head up high, not admitting to her mistake. Kane smirked a tad and followed.
The hallways were white and plain, not really any sight to look at, but she didn't mind it. Since Vegeta had left, she had been staying in a higher class version of a the slave quarters. Bulma remembered being in the palace 5 years ago, it was much more decorated and beautiful than what she stayed in now. She didn't like white walls, it reminded her of her ship ride to Planet Vegeta; she wanted to forget. She stopped at the double doors that seperated the slave quarters from palace territory, awaiting Kane to unlock the door with his pass-key. He looked at her and motioned her to look the other direction, he knew she was a sneeky one. Bulma rolled her eyes and faced the wall, letting Kane have his privacy. He slid his card into the machine on the wall and typed in an 8 number code. Only a few seconds passed before the double doors slid open.
As Bulma turned, she stopped in awe. The rich red walls, glossy white floors and gold trimming was amazing! She didn't know how they kept floors this clean. There were plants, water fountains built into the wall, crystal chandeliers, portraits of Saiyans, just everything. She hadent seen this much color in a long time, not even her wardrobe could compare to this collage of color. She stepped in, taking in all of the color, not leaving anything in the hallway unseen. Kane looked over at her and smirked once again, he found her reactions to things comical.
Bulma didn't need direction in where she was going, the cheering and gossip gave her plenty direction on where she needed to go. As she entered the main room, she looked up at the ceiling which mirrored her. Shaking her head a tad, she focused back on making her way outside; Kane followed behind her. Looking in the crowd, Bulma could see the king's slaves shoving each other, trying to be the first one he would see in his return and trying to be the prettiest. Since he had been gone for five years, they didn't know who would be considered the favored slave. Bulma was happy that at the moment she didn't have to worry about it, being Vegeta's only slave for the time being.
Kane grabbed her arm and motioned her to follow him, not wanting her to get lost in the crowd. He looked over and found where the elite guards were. He noticed Avis standing in the line up. "You know we were both assigned to her, right?" Kane mentioned as he stood next to Avis, Bulma in front of him. "Get your tail out of your ass." Avis replied as he ignored Kane. They were both assigned to her since she arrived on their planet, but Avis had never been there to watch her. It was suppose to be a shifts sort of job, but it was a full time job instead for Kane. He sighed and returned his focus on the sky, awaiting the ship to land.
The crowd was overjoyed! Tears poured down some of their faces, knowing that their king and prince had returned home safely. Hope filled the air as everyone was excited for the plan to defeat Frieza, it had taken them 5 years to come up with a plan, so they knew a lot thought must have been put into it. Their eyes began to glow as they saw a ship entering the atmosphere. The cheering grew louder as the ship approached the landing pad. Bulma began to shake as the ship started bracing itself to land, hovering in the air, calculating the landing. The crowd split in half as they allowed a passage from the ship to the palace.
The door slowly began to open as the ship engine turned off. The crowd roared once they caught sight of King Vegeta. His faced stayed calm as he began to walk down the ramp. He didn't want to show his true excitement for being home. His slaves ran up and greeted him, following behind him. Bulma found it to be a fun sight, they were like lemmings. Her eyes then focused back on the ship and saw Vegeta already half way down the ramp; her heart stopped. The boy she last saw was now a man. He held himself with such stature that it seemed like nothing could ever bring him down, he looked like a true leader. She watched him make it to the bottom of the ramp and that's when he looked through the crowd until he found her. Their eyes locked. Bulma let out a smirk while raising a brow. He broke the stare and headed back towards the palace. "Am I suppose to follow like the other whores?" Bulma turned back facing Kane. With a nod, Kane broke the line of Elite soldiers and escorted her back inside the palace. The rest of the elite guards stayed outside to make sure a riot didn't break out for the return of the royals. Bulma could feel the doors shut behind her, and with that, the noise of the crowd disperced.
Back in the palace once more, Bulma searched around to where Vegeta would be. "Where did they go?" she turned around to ask Kane. She didn't know how they disappeared so fast, they were only a few seconds behind them when the King and Prince had entered. She shrugged it off after looking around and turned back to face Kane. "What do we do now?" she asked curiously, she wanted to change out of her heels.
"You follow me." A strangers voice replied to her question. She didn't recognize the voice. Bulma turned around and saw none other than Prince Vegeta standing in front of her. Her eyes widend, she didn't know what to do.
"Prince Vegeta, welcome back." she bowed her head slightly. She could feel his eyes piercing the back of her head. She wasnt scared of him, she just didn't know how to act. It had been so long since she had seen him. She brought her head back up, watching Vegeta walking away. "Follow him." The familiar voice from behind her spoke out. She turned her head back and faced Kane, nodding in acceptance before following Vegeta.
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Following behind Vegeta, she studied how he walked; prideful. She started to make a list and memorize his actions, she didn't want to accidently make him made and be killed for it. She had to do this all over again. The walk was quiet as they made their way down the royal hallway. Vegeta opened the doors to his room with the pass-key given to him in the palace entry by one of the elite guards. As she stepped into the bedroom, it all looked different. The design was completely different from what it had use to be, the color scheme was different, everything was not the same as she once knew it. 'It must be because he is 19 now.' she thought to herself, but even when he was 14, his room was never child-like. The walls were a richer red than the walls in the hallway with a black carpet. It seemed like a sinister room. "Well this certainly has changed." Bulma spoke as she curiously looked around the room at the rest of the changes.
Vegeta watched the girl walk around the room, she was a lot different, but he knew that would happen. He looked at her lucious curves, watching her leg pop out of the slit from the side of the dress; flawless. Her skin looked so smooth, a lot better than her prepubescent years. He looked at her face when she turned to observe the room in his direction; beautiful. He wanted her and he would have her. "Yes, it certainly has." Vegeta replied, obviously not talking about the room.
Bulma stopped and looked at him, his eyes were hungry. Her heart began to race as he stepped closer to her. "What do you mean?" she asked, already knowing what he meant. She didn't understand how less than 10 minutes back from his voyage, he was already acting like this. She watched his eyes fill with more hungry with each step he too towards her; she stepped back.
"Listen woman, you're still my slave, I don't have to answer to you." he commented as he smiled a devilish smile. He began to enclose her into a corner, making sure there was no way for her to escape. "This is nice." he looked down at her black and white dress, placing his hand on it to feel the material. He clenched the fabric in his hand and ripped the dress. Bulma let out a slight scream as she looked at him in confusion, using her hands to cover up her breasts. Vegeta threw the fabric aside and grabbed her with his tail, pulling her closer to him. He took in a breath of her scent before leaning down to kiss her. He forced his tongue inside her mouth, feeling Bulma's resistance.
Eyes wide open, Bulma did the first thing that came to her mind, she bit down. She could taste the blood in her mouth from his tongue and struggled to get away. Vegeta didn't flinch, instead he let her go and laughed, watching her try to run away; she was his prey. She got out of the corner and tried to open the door, but failed to do so. As he persisted forward, he started to remove his armour, becoming nude himself. Bulma's eyes darted away from his naked body, she had never seen a naked man before. Avoiding eye contact, she moved further away from him as he moved towards her; her back was now in another corner.
Grabbing her hands from her chest, Vegeta pinned them again the wall, restraining her. It didn't take much effort since he was far stronger than she was. He looked down at her breasts, smiling as he met eyes with her again. With her heels still on, Bulma stomped as hard as she could onto Vegeta's foot, which didn't hurt him because she had no room for momentum. Vegeta grabbed her and carried her over to the bed; Bulma struggling every bit of the way. He placed her on the bed and held her hands abover her head with his left hand as he removed her shoes with his right; she was now just in her panties. "Why are you doing this?" Bulma asked as her breathing became heavy.
Lowering his head down, he once again forcefully kissed her. He could taste her, she was sweet. With his free hand, he felt his way down her body, taking a breast in hand. He gently grazed his hand over her nipple, feeling as it grew to his touch. Bulma moaned in protest as he continued to feel her. His gentle hand then turned rough as he grabbed her breast and squeezed. Bulma arched her back as the pain was inflicted on her, she struggled to get away, but he was too strong. He loved her reaction, every bit of it made him want her more. He bit her lip before breaking the kiss and releasing his head up from hers. "Because I can."
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"Bulma?! Bulma?!" a voice called from behind closed doors. Opening her eyes, she peered at the door from her bed, squinted them in anger. She knew what the day was. Five years ago on this exact day, Vegeta had left for his voyage with his father. 'I wonder if he looks any different.' the girl thought as she sat up. She had gotten use to not really having to do anything. She was Vegeta's slave, not anyone elses. Wrapping the sheet around her so none of her womanliness was showing, she got up and made her way to the door. Pausing for a moment she finally put her hand on the doorknob. Before twisting the handle, she let the cold of the knob send shivers down her spine. Looking at the ground with her blue eyes, she finally postured up and twisted. Once the door was opened, she saw Kane waiting on the other side of the door. "Finally! Get ready, now!" Kane demanded. Growing up with Kane for pretty much her whole life, she was use to his antics.
"And how may I help you this fine morning?" sarcasm was written all over her face as she spilt those words. With a roll of her eyes she noticed that his were blankly staring at her. "Okay, okay I know Kane. Ever since I grew a pair of these you've been staring constantly." her lyrics still full of sarcasm. Blinking a few times, Kane finally realized that he was in fact staring. With a raise of his brows he mumbled something under his breath until his words became legiable, " Well, uhm, get ready and be out here in 5 minutes. I'll be waiting for you out here." He took the door handle and slammed the door shut. "Touchy." Bulma spoke as she turned around and headed towards the barthoom. '5 minutes my ass.' she thought to herself as she turned on the shower and hopped in.
As the water ran, Bulma put her hand in and felt the water, making sure it wasnt too cold nor too hot. "Perfect" she said softly as she got in and closed the glass door behind her. The warm water flowed down her body gently. She began to turn so she faced the shower, letting it run across her face. She was nervous, she hadent seen Vegeta since she was a kid; she was grown now, and so was he. She knew how Saiyans could be, but always knew that Vegeta was colder. She lived with him for four years straight, knowing his pet pieves, what set him off and everything else you could learn about a person while living with them. "I wonder how much he has changed." she pondered the thought as she washed her hair. The thought lingered in her mind until she got out of the shower, now focusing on her looks. She stared at her naked body, turning from side to side to see how she looked. She was thin with a toned figure, long legs, good sized breasts and a beautiful face. She smiled at herself in the mirror before walking over to the blow drier. The blow drier she went to was a container that instead of just drying her hair, dried her whole body. She pushed the button, turning it on, and stepped in, feeling the warm air blow across her from every direction. As soon as she felt dry, she turned it off, making her way back to the mirror. She laughed, like she did everytime, as she saw her reflection in the mirror; her hair was everywhere. Grabbing a brush, she combed through it until there was not a single tangle left.
Setting the brush down, she left the bathroom and headed to her closet. 'Hmmm' she thought as she began to rummage through her things. "No, that wont do." she began to throw clothes in a pile outside of her closet as she tried to find the perfect thing to wear. She didn't really care what she wore, if she could, she would be in sweat pants and a comfortable shirt. If it were any other occasion, she would be in something sloppy, but this was the return of the king and prince, she needed to look perfect for them. After searching for what seemed like forever, Bulma finally picked out a white and black strapless dress. The length covered her long legs and draped on the floor a bit, but not enough for someone to step on; she complimented them with black stilettos. She looked in the mirror next to her closet, "This is so uncomfortable." she mummbled as she let out a sigh. "Well, I guess it's time." Bulma walked back to the door, this time without hesitation, and opened it up.
"That was 25 minutes..." a voice from her left scolded Bulma. Looking over, she saw Kane sitting on a bench in the hallway. He stood up and walked next to her. His height was 6'7 feet, towering over Bulma. Looking up at him, she smiled and began to walk to the doors that lead to the ballroom hallway. "Bulma?" Kane addressed her as he stood in place. Bulma turned around, raising a brown. "We're going this way." He commented while pointing his finger in the opposite direction that she was going. "Oh." Bulma let out as she straightened herself up from her mistaken location and walked past him, "I knew that." she commented as she held her head up high, not admitting to her mistake. Kane smirked a tad and followed.
The hallways were white and plain, not really any sight to look at, but she didn't mind it. Since Vegeta had left, she had been staying in a higher class version of a the slave quarters. Bulma remembered being in the palace 5 years ago, it was much more decorated and beautiful than what she stayed in now. She didn't like white walls, it reminded her of her ship ride to Planet Vegeta; she wanted to forget. She stopped at the double doors that seperated the slave quarters from palace territory, awaiting Kane to unlock the door with his pass-key. He looked at her and motioned her to look the other direction, he knew she was a sneeky one. Bulma rolled her eyes and faced the wall, letting Kane have his privacy. He slid his card into the machine on the wall and typed in an 8 number code. Only a few seconds passed before the double doors slid open.
As Bulma turned, she stopped in awe. The rich red walls, glossy white floors and gold trimming was amazing! She didn't know how they kept floors this clean. There were plants, water fountains built into the wall, crystal chandeliers, portraits of Saiyans, just everything. She hadent seen this much color in a long time, not even her wardrobe could compare to this collage of color. She stepped in, taking in all of the color, not leaving anything in the hallway unseen. Kane looked over at her and smirked once again, he found her reactions to things comical.
Bulma didn't need direction in where she was going, the cheering and gossip gave her plenty direction on where she needed to go. As she entered the main room, she looked up at the ceiling which mirrored her. Shaking her head a tad, she focused back on making her way outside; Kane followed behind her. Looking in the crowd, Bulma could see the king's slaves shoving each other, trying to be the first one he would see in his return and trying to be the prettiest. Since he had been gone for five years, they didn't know who would be considered the favored slave. Bulma was happy that at the moment she didn't have to worry about it, being Vegeta's only slave for the time being.
Kane grabbed her arm and motioned her to follow him, not wanting her to get lost in the crowd. He looked over and found where the elite guards were. He noticed Avis standing in the line up. "You know we were both assigned to her, right?" Kane mentioned as he stood next to Avis, Bulma in front of him. "Get your tail out of your ass." Avis replied as he ignored Kane. They were both assigned to her since she arrived on their planet, but Avis had never been there to watch her. It was suppose to be a shifts sort of job, but it was a full time job instead for Kane. He sighed and returned his focus on the sky, awaiting the ship to land.
The crowd was overjoyed! Tears poured down some of their faces, knowing that their king and prince had returned home safely. Hope filled the air as everyone was excited for the plan to defeat Frieza, it had taken them 5 years to come up with a plan, so they knew a lot thought must have been put into it. Their eyes began to glow as they saw a ship entering the atmosphere. The cheering grew louder as the ship approached the landing pad. Bulma began to shake as the ship started bracing itself to land, hovering in the air, calculating the landing. The crowd split in half as they allowed a passage from the ship to the palace.
The door slowly began to open as the ship engine turned off. The crowd roared once they caught sight of King Vegeta. His faced stayed calm as he began to walk down the ramp. He didn't want to show his true excitement for being home. His slaves ran up and greeted him, following behind him. Bulma found it to be a fun sight, they were like lemmings. Her eyes then focused back on the ship and saw Vegeta already half way down the ramp; her heart stopped. The boy she last saw was now a man. He held himself with such stature that it seemed like nothing could ever bring him down, he looked like a true leader. She watched him make it to the bottom of the ramp and that's when he looked through the crowd until he found her. Their eyes locked. Bulma let out a smirk while raising a brow. He broke the stare and headed back towards the palace. "Am I suppose to follow like the other whores?" Bulma turned back facing Kane. With a nod, Kane broke the line of Elite soldiers and escorted her back inside the palace. The rest of the elite guards stayed outside to make sure a riot didn't break out for the return of the royals. Bulma could feel the doors shut behind her, and with that, the noise of the crowd disperced.
Back in the palace once more, Bulma searched around to where Vegeta would be. "Where did they go?" she turned around to ask Kane. She didn't know how they disappeared so fast, they were only a few seconds behind them when the King and Prince had entered. She shrugged it off after looking around and turned back to face Kane. "What do we do now?" she asked curiously, she wanted to change out of her heels.
"You follow me." A strangers voice replied to her question. She didn't recognize the voice. Bulma turned around and saw none other than Prince Vegeta standing in front of her. Her eyes widend, she didn't know what to do.
"Prince Vegeta, welcome back." she bowed her head slightly. She could feel his eyes piercing the back of her head. She wasnt scared of him, she just didn't know how to act. It had been so long since she had seen him. She brought her head back up, watching Vegeta walking away. "Follow him." The familiar voice from behind her spoke out. She turned her head back and faced Kane, nodding in acceptance before following Vegeta.
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Following behind Vegeta, she studied how he walked; prideful. She started to make a list and memorize his actions, she didn't want to accidently make him made and be killed for it. She had to do this all over again. The walk was quiet as they made their way down the royal hallway. Vegeta opened the doors to his room with the pass-key given to him in the palace entry by one of the elite guards. As she stepped into the bedroom, it all looked different. The design was completely different from what it had use to be, the color scheme was different, everything was not the same as she once knew it. 'It must be because he is 19 now.' she thought to herself, but even when he was 14, his room was never child-like. The walls were a richer red than the walls in the hallway with a black carpet. It seemed like a sinister room. "Well this certainly has changed." Bulma spoke as she curiously looked around the room at the rest of the changes.
Vegeta watched the girl walk around the room, she was a lot different, but he knew that would happen. He looked at her lucious curves, watching her leg pop out of the slit from the side of the dress; flawless. Her skin looked so smooth, a lot better than her prepubescent years. He looked at her face when she turned to observe the room in his direction; beautiful. He wanted her and he would have her. "Yes, it certainly has." Vegeta replied, obviously not talking about the room.
Bulma stopped and looked at him, his eyes were hungry. Her heart began to race as he stepped closer to her. "What do you mean?" she asked, already knowing what he meant. She didn't understand how less than 10 minutes back from his voyage, he was already acting like this. She watched his eyes fill with more hungry with each step he too towards her; she stepped back.
"Listen woman, you're still my slave, I don't have to answer to you." he commented as he smiled a devilish smile. He began to enclose her into a corner, making sure there was no way for her to escape. "This is nice." he looked down at her black and white dress, placing his hand on it to feel the material. He clenched the fabric in his hand and ripped the dress. Bulma let out a slight scream as she looked at him in confusion, using her hands to cover up her breasts. Vegeta threw the fabric aside and grabbed her with his tail, pulling her closer to him. He took in a breath of her scent before leaning down to kiss her. He forced his tongue inside her mouth, feeling Bulma's resistance.
Eyes wide open, Bulma did the first thing that came to her mind, she bit down. She could taste the blood in her mouth from his tongue and struggled to get away. Vegeta didn't flinch, instead he let her go and laughed, watching her try to run away; she was his prey. She got out of the corner and tried to open the door, but failed to do so. As he persisted forward, he started to remove his armour, becoming nude himself. Bulma's eyes darted away from his naked body, she had never seen a naked man before. Avoiding eye contact, she moved further away from him as he moved towards her; her back was now in another corner.
Grabbing her hands from her chest, Vegeta pinned them again the wall, restraining her. It didn't take much effort since he was far stronger than she was. He looked down at her breasts, smiling as he met eyes with her again. With her heels still on, Bulma stomped as hard as she could onto Vegeta's foot, which didn't hurt him because she had no room for momentum. Vegeta grabbed her and carried her over to the bed; Bulma struggling every bit of the way. He placed her on the bed and held her hands abover her head with his left hand as he removed her shoes with his right; she was now just in her panties. "Why are you doing this?" Bulma asked as her breathing became heavy.
Lowering his head down, he once again forcefully kissed her. He could taste her, she was sweet. With his free hand, he felt his way down her body, taking a breast in hand. He gently grazed his hand over her nipple, feeling as it grew to his touch. Bulma moaned in protest as he continued to feel her. His gentle hand then turned rough as he grabbed her breast and squeezed. Bulma arched her back as the pain was inflicted on her, she struggled to get away, but he was too strong. He loved her reaction, every bit of it made him want her more. He bit her lip before breaking the kiss and releasing his head up from hers. "Because I can."