Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Never Again ❯ One-Shot

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

disclaimer- Hey all you guys i just thought i would let you know i dont own dbz, nor do i own any of the characters. Have fun reading my newest fic. It may not be brill, but it's my first song fic, so just read and review and i'll get back to you. i might even read one of yours in return. This song is by nickleback and is called, yep you guessed it never again.

~Lyrics~

Bulma sat in her room finishing off her homework for the week, when she heard the front door to the apartment slam shut. She closed her maths book and pushed it under the bed. Just as she reached for pencil case, her bedroom door swung open and almost fell off it's hinges. Her father stood at the entrance of her room with a bottle of vodka in his hand. she looked at him and smiled weakly.
"hi daddy" she said softly, with hint of fear in her voice.
"dont you 'hi daddy' me, you little bitch. why haven't you washed the dishes like i asked you?"he shouted
"i had to do my homework daddy, it's due in thursday" she informed him
"i dont give a shit. it's fucking tuesday, and i have asked you three times this week" this time he lost his rag and threw his bottle at her.

Bulma screamed as the bottle collided with her face. Blood began to pour from the wound and drip onto her clean sheets. Her father staggered over to her and clenched her hair into his fist, he dragged her into the kitchen and slammed her face into the fridge. Bulmas pleeds for mercy were ignored, as he began slamming her against it harder and harder.
"plaese daddy...stop...im sorry...im soo sorry!" she cried out in agony.
"you...will...learn, you...fucking...whore!" he shouted at her.
Bulmas father stopped his assult for a moment and took a bottle of gin out of the cupboardand took a gulp, or four. He then placed the bottle on the counter and dragged bulma by the hair into the living room. Bulma began screaming for him to stop once again, only to be ignored once more.

Vegeta sat in his living room watching wrestling, like every normal tuesday evening at seven thirty. He got up to fetch himself a bag of cheesey puffs, when he heard screaming coming from down the hall. He stood still for a moment listening.
"Hmmm, the Masai's must have won the match this week" he said to himself quietly. So he dismissed the noise and went back to his evening television session.

Bulma was laying in the centre of the living room being kicked from all directions. Her screams had stopped once she had realised no-one was coming to rescue her from this monster she called a father. She lay there taking every kick and punch as it came, she knew he would get tired once he had taken his fustrations out on her. Bulma moaned as she felt one on her ribs give way, she started a coughing fit which had caused her to throw up blood onto her fathers feet. He looked down as he felt a warm, thick sensation pour over his foot, when he saw that it was his daughters vomit, he layed into her. He grabbed her head and pushed her face into the oral secreation on his toes, whilst the other hand was beating her back. once bulmas father had, had enough he pushed her head away with force and took a seat at the table in the kitchen. Bulma pushed herself up, with help from the coffee table, and walked into the bathroom to clean her face. She was releaved when she felt that she had not broken her rib but it was only a bad bruise. Whilst bulma was in the bathroom her father took a wander into her room. He walked over to her dresser and pulled open the draw, as he did the whole thing came out, underwear and peices of jewellery landed all over the floor. Amongst the mess was a box of cigarettes, bulma father picked them up and stomped out of the bed room and into the kitchen again. Bulma walked out of the bathroom with a flanel over her cheek, luckily under the blood and glass, were only small cuts and bruises. She walked into the kitchen to fetch a drink and her father was sat at the table, she spotted what was in his hand.
"i can explane, please daddy dont" she pleeded as she backed into a wall, and was now cornered for another beating.

Bulma looked around the room from her spot against the wall, looking for an escape route. He came at her again, slower this time, like he was savouring the moment, watching the fear grow on his helpless daughters face. He threw himself at her, she quickly reacted and dodged him. As bulma moved away from her attacker she tripped over his gin bottle, she quickly tried to scurry away using only her hands and feet. She could hear him cracking his knuckles behind her, she bagan to cry harder as the sound got closer to her. The noise stopped and bulma slowed, she turned her head slightly and saw the wooden coffe table come flying at her.

Once again vegeta heard screaming, it had been almost an hour since the game had finished, what was going on. He pulled back his covers and climbed out of bed. There it was again, vegeta grabbed his dressing gown and walked in to the hall. He looked down each end of the hall and listened carefully.

The scream came again and then it was accompanied by banging and shouting, he followed the disturbance to apartment number twenty four. Vegeta thought for a moment and realised that crazy old dr briefs and his daughter were the occupants of the flat, he should know, vegeta was the one who helped them move in. Vegeta knocked loudly on the apartment door and waited, after a moment of silence he knocked louder. Finally the door creeked open and holding on to the side of the door was a small framed beaten fourteen year old girl, with tear and blood streaked cheeks. She looked at him and spoke quietly almost in a whisper.

"what seems to be the trouble, sir?" she asked weakly
"is everything ok in there?" he whispered back sweetly
"everthing is just fine, i was moving some furnature and i slipped on the rug" she told vegeta
"so whats going on with your face?"
"i landed on a bottle of gin, it fell out from the cupboard i was moving" bulma hid her face a little more from the stranger.
"so how can you explain the shouting and screaming then, huh?" bulma felt as if she was being interogated
"i...uh..um, i broke a vase and my father was a little angry, and cos i cut my face" she replyed
"a little angry, he fucking woke me up, look kid i got work at 5am, 5am so if you wanna move furniture i suggest you dont do it at ten thirty" vegeta lost his temper a little but regained his composure once again.
"im sorry, sir" apologised bulma
"what the fuck is going on out there bulma, get your arse back in here now" shouted her father from the bathroom.
"please go back to bed, its late, dont worry 'bout me im fine" bulma said quietly as she shut the door and returned to a life of hell.

Vegeta walked back to his apartment, he was worried for the safety of the young briefs girl.
"if she dies it'll be my fault" he thought
"and i'll have to live with the fact that i could have prevented it"
He stopped his worrying as he walked into his flat.
"i'll check on her in the morning" he said to himself.
Vegeta walked into his room and slid his dressing gown off, as he slipped into bed he threw it at the end of the bed. He rested his head on the pillow and closed his eyes. Soon sleep over took him and he slipped into its comforting embrace.

The next morning, bulma woke up with splitting head ache. She climbed out of bed and slipped on her dressing gown. Bulma looked around her room.
"oh my god, thats where he found the cigarettes" she gasped
There was a heap of underwear on the floor and paper was thrown around the room. She turned around to straighten out her pillow and the whole thing was covered in blood. Not fresh, all of one side of her face had hair stuck to it. Bulma ran to the bathroom to clean her face.
"if i pull this hair out of my face i'll open my wounds again" she said to herself out of experience.
Bulma leaned over into the shower and turned the tap, she adjusted the temp and tested the water. She pealed the cloth from her body and turned to the steamed mirror. She used the back of her hand to wipe away the steam, she gasped as she saw her reflection. Bruised, battered and so unattractive.

Bulma got into the shower and hoped that the soothing, hot water would wash all her scars and bruises away. She'd had enough of telling people that she had fallen, to the whole school she must seem the clumsiest person in the world. Bulma looked down, and there running down the plug hole, was brown lumps of blood that had detatched itself from her hair and body.

Bulma stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, she slipped it around her body and reached for another. As she did she caught sight of herself in the mirror, her marks were a lot more noticable now that she was clean. She stood there just staring, she unwrapped her towel and it fell to the floor. Her arms, shoulders and stomach were fields of gashes and bruises, her face was marked with beatings that she took on night after night and her eyes were filled with blood from the punches. She had never seen herself in such a bad way, she was going to have a hard time explaning this one to everyone.

Bulma walked into her room and pulled out her clothes for the day, a pair of bleached flared jeans, a long sleaved black top and a dark blue Evanescece hoody. She decided she'd wear her hair down until the bruises faded, but still she covered her face with shed loads of foundation. once she was ready she packed her books and pencil case into here back-pack and set it down by the front door. The house was quiet and she knew now was the time to act, she reached for the phone and punched in the number. She sat down on the huge sofa and awaited a reply at the other end, and the time came.
"hey tank, its bulma" there was silence in the room and then came more convosation.
"i need a favour..."
"i need a gun..."
"yeah i got the money..."
She looked over to a pot on top of the telly, where her father keeps his just-in-case-i-need-booze money.
"i'll see you at lunch"
then she hung up the phone.

Bulma walked through the halls in school with her head down. She came to her locker and was approached by two of her teachers.
"bulma would you please come with us, dear?" he asked her
"sure"she replied
They walked along the halls until they came to the nurses office, and bulma began to panic. Her maths teacher opened the door and offered her inside, while her gym teacher took her leave. Bulma walked inside and took a seat in front of the desk. The nusre sat in her seat scribbled on a peice of paper, pushed it away as she approached convosation.
"bulma, would you mind taking off your hood please?"
Bulma looked around the room and at the teacher in the seat next to her, the teacher just nodded her head to bulma for her to comply with the nurses request. Bulma reached for the top of the hood and pulled it past her head and let it fall losely onto her back.
"oh my" gasped the nurse
Bulmas math teacher just stared at her face.

"how did this happen, child?" asked the nurse
"i was... i slipped in the shower, and last night i fell over a bottle and cut my face open while moving furniture" lied bulma
"well...i called your father in, i am worried about all these 'accidents' you've been having lately"
Bulmas head immediatly shot up to gaze at the nurse, as if to say 'what have you done'. A moment later bulmas father came waltzing through the door, escorted by bulmas gym teacher.
"hey daddy" whispered bulma
"what is this all about? im a busy man you know" he shouted as loud as could
"it's about your daughter, mr briefs"
"what about her, theres nothing wrong with her, just a few scrapes thats all"
"she said she fell, moving furniture"
"yeah, thats right. is there any wrong with changing a room around?"
"well bulma your story holds out, sorry for troubling you dear" chirped the nurse.
"you may leave now mr breifs, bulma can i see you in the medic room please"
Bulma noddd her head, mr breifs wasn't to keen on leaving.
Bulma walked into the medic room and took a seat on the bed. The nurse picked up a steri-wipe and walked towards bulma.
"this may sting a bit, dear"

Bulma flinched back in pain as the steri-wipe met her beaten flesh. The nurse wiped her eyebrow and bulma let out a howl of pain.
" ok...i'll get you some ice to put on that, its swelling up an awful lot"
She came back into the room with a bag of ice and a gym towel. The nurse walked to bulma and handed her the ice and towel.
"your father is outside, do you want to see him?" she asked bulma
"in a moment, i have a head ache" she replied

"what did happen bulma, truthfully now"
"i already told you, i fell in the shower and i tripped over a bottle"
The nurse looked at bulma, but bulma just ignored her.
"i'd like to go now if thats ok, i need to get some lunch" bulma told the nurse.
The nurse just nodded to bulma. She put the ice pack down, pulled her hood over her head again and jumped off the bed.

Bulma walked out of the room and bumped into her father, she put her head straight down so he wouldn't see her.
"bulma, do you want to take it with you?" asked the nurse, waving the ice pack in the air.
Bulma just shook her head and turned away from the annoying, persistant nurse.
Bulma could see in the corner of her eye, that her father was clicking his hands again and she remebered last nights beating.
Her head began pounding, her legs felt weak and she felt like she was falling into an eternal abyss of pain. She closed her eyes and felt herself being cocooned in a dark blanket of unconciousness.

As bulma came around the first thing she saw was her father, leaning over her smiling.
"oh, bulma your awake" he yelled happily, pulling her into a hug.
Bulma looked at him and pushed him away from her, she didn't need his comfort, she had her own it was called lead.

Tank stood on the corner with a brown bag, bulma stood on the other side of the street counting the money in her purse. two hundred and fifty was counted all together. She placed the money in the back pocket of her jeans and continued to walk across the street. Bulma opened her back-pack and pulled the money out of the pocket, as she walked past tank he placed the package in the bag and she handed him the money.
"big thanks, buddy" she whispered
Tank just winked at her and kept on walking. Bulma quickly zipped her bag up and made sure the coast was clear before walking back into school.

Vegeta walked along the street on his way to grab some lunch before going back to work, when he spotted bulma standing by the side of the road counting something, money. He walked into the coffee shop still keeping his eye on the blue haired teen. He watched her walk across the road, undoing her bag and pulling out the paper whod of cash in her back pocket.
"what is she up to, i wonder?" he asked himself
She had walked up to a young boy, he had slipped something into her back-pack and walked off, bulma was looking around as if she had paranoia, pulling her bag closed and walking off. Vegeta left the coffee shop and followed the boy. After five minutes of following the lad vegeta pulled him into an alley.
"what did you give that girl?" shouted vegeta, holding the boy by his collar.
"i cant say man, i cant say" yelled the boy scared for his life.
"yes you can, or i'll slice ya" vegeta lied about having a knife, but it made the boy talk.
"a gun man, i gave her a gun, she paid i gave, ya know"
"what the fuck did you give her a gun for?"
"she wanted it. i dont get involed in stuff like that"
Vegeta dropped the boy and walked back to work.


Bulma sat at the back of bus on the way home, clutching her bag as close as she could. Three girls in front of her turned around and bugged her with questions.
"like how did you get that, like, huge shiner?" asked the blonde
"fell" she replied
"and that gross cut, eww" asked the red head
"fell"
"and what about that hair colour, nasty?" shouted the brunette
Bulma pointed to her face,shook her fist at them and asked them all a group question
"do you all want one of these?"
They all shook their heads
"well get lost then, whores"
The bus stopped at bulmas apartment and she climbed off the bus. She ran into the building and up the stairs to the second floor, she pulled the key out of her pocket and unlocked her way into her soon to be crime scene. She ran into her room, pulled open the bag and pulled out the brown packet. Bulma kicked the back-pack off the bed and hugged the paper bag, she slowly opened the cover and pulled out her way out, her gun. She hid the weapon in her underwear draw, and awaited his arrival.

Bulma was sat on the sofa reading when she heard the key turn in the door, she put the book down and got up to start the chors.
The house was quiet, and she knew it wouldn't be for long so she savoured the moment. Before she knew it bulma was being thrown against the fridge.
"you told them, didn't you, you little bitch?"
"i never said a word, i swear"
"bullshit"
Bulmas father slapped her so hard across the face that her wound from the night before re-opened and splattered blood across the kitchen wall.

Vegeta stood in the kitchen making popcorn, and was planning on watching a film and chilling out for the night. Just as he took a seat and grabbed the remote, the shouting returned. He put down his popcorn and remote and walked to door twenty four. He stood at the door and listened to what was going on, on the other side, slaps, cries, and crashing. This annoyed vegeta to no end and he banged on the door non-stop until someone answered. Mr briefs answered the door with red, split, bleeding knuckles. Vegeta pushed him into the flat, he caught sight of bulma lying on the floor, crying.


Vegeta punched her father in the face

Vegeta punched him again in the stomach

Vegeta threw mr briefs into a wall and kicked him

Bulma sat staring at vegeta, he held his hand out to her but she just looked away, picked herself up off the floor and walked into the bathroom. Vegeta kicked the man one last time and left the apartment, he was still scared about what bulma was planning and if she was going to come out of it alive or innocent, instead of dead or guilty.

Mr briefs picked himself up off the floor and went in search of his daughter, she was in the bathroom cleaning her face and washing her hands. He grabbed the back of her hair and slammed her head in to the mirror. Bulma screamed out in agony as tiny peices of mirror shards fell into her eyes. Bulma threw her hands over her eyes and tried to feel her way to her room with her feet, until her father kicked the back of her legs and made her fall to the floor with a bang. He began kicking her harder and harder as her screams got louder and louder, from the pain that was becoming worse and worse.

He stopped his assult for just a moment, to refresh himself. While he was drinking himself into the ground it gave bulma some extra time to get to her draw. She pulled herself across the floor with only a blur for an eyesight. Bulma finally reached her room and pulled open her draw and delved her hand inside.

Bulma walked into the kitchen, her hand is her eye, as she guided herself to the room he was in, so she didn't want to live like this anymore. She saw him sitting in his chair, she loaded the gun.
"hey you old man!"she shouted to him
"whats the matter want some more, huh" her shouted angrily her
"i...hate...YYYOOOOUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she cried out as she pulled the trigger.

Mr briefs fell to the floor, limp and lifeless. Bulma dropped the gun on the floor and crawled over to feel if he was breathing. Nothing, his chest was still, no more evil blood would run through his veins. Bulma felt his whole body, but she couldn't feel where the bullet had gone in. Her hands moved further and further up his body, until she reached his head. Blood spilled out eveywhere, it was stuck to her hands, peices of brains on her palms, luke warm blood on jeans. Bulma skitzed out, she ran toward what looked like the front door and shot down the hall to where vegeta took residence, she banged on his door. As vegeta opened the door he saw bulma covered in the blood of her own father, bleeding from the eyes and brains all over her hands,she was screaming.
"vegeta...help me, please help me, please, plllllllease!!!!!!"
Her eyes were clenched shut, blood and hot fears spilled out of her eye lids.
Vegeta stood and stared at bulmas weak, beaten, murderous, bloody form and closed the door on the crying, pleeding adolesent.

Authors notes- well what did you think this has taken me 4 hours to write, and its now 03:53 am so im going to bed, dont forget to review. cos if you do i will love you forever!!!!!!! hopefully i'll try and do a sequal for all you lot if you liked this one just review and let me know kk.