Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Possession ❯ Why do you Hate me? ( Chapter 2 )

Possession

 

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Chapter 2: Why do you Hate me?

 

Morning came.

 

The first sunrays slowly crept through the lush curtains battling the darkness in the room until it reached a lone figure partly hidden under the crimson covers. The bright light illuminated the female's ivory skin and made her long hair sparkle like ice. The woman groaned and rolled onto her stomach revealing more of her bare beauty. Finally, after what seemed like hours she detangled herself from the sheets and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Without caring she was naked she preceded into the luxurious bathroom to begin her daily routine.

 

After a nice refreshing shower she settled herself in front of her large expensive vanity and began attending to the most precious parts of her body. After scrubbing, smoothing and spraying her face with various high prized creams and face mists she turned her face from side to side in front of the mirror making sure she hadn't missed a spot. She smiled at the unequalled glow her face held, proud of being one of few who were blessed with perfect skin.

 

“Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?”

 

Her expression turned smug as her reflection replied with a deep and mysterious voice that she knew all too well.

 

“You are you are; you are the fairest one of all.” She giggled at her own reflection, lovingly brushing her hand over the glossy surface. How she loved this game; it made her feel especially beautiful - almost unique. There was nothing Bulma loved more than to feel special!

 

Her little self provided ego boost also served as a cloak of comfort which she had noticed that she needed more and more within the last few months. The blame was on Vegeta of course, he may be a tiger in bed but he was a bastard of heart and it was becoming intolerable to play target for his insults and complaining about how he had lowered himself to screw a pathetic human in the first place. He proclaimed loudly about how she was his weakness, and had even on several occasions given her a veiled threat of how he should just kill her and put an end to their animalistic orgy.

 

The reflection's smile faltered as she felt an unpleasant tingle from the bad memories that surfaced. She had cried herself to sleep on occasion because of nearly break down from the mental terrorism Vegeta put her through. She hated him for it but due to the fact that she was officially hooked on his fierce love affair she had fought it off the best she could, the problem was that it was hard not to let his insults go to her head when she found all her strength drained each night.

 

She was not weak; fortunately she had never shed a tear in front of Vegeta - she was too strong for that!

 

Bulma groaned; she was fucking depressed thanks to his royal pain in the ass. She felt discouraged and didn't even feel like enjoying this great day as she had originally planned - the mood was gone. Least of all she didn't feel like facing Vegeta. Now, there was only one thing for her to do - camp in her lab and bury herself in her work. It wouldn't hurt getting some work done anyway. She had some projects she could finish up since she had neglected her work a little due to her enjoying the summer and…other reasons.

 

Strolling over to her wardrobe she discarded her white silken robe and pulled on a pair of light blue jean shorts, lavender top and a matching cardigan. Dressing quickly she jumped down the stairs hurriedly saying her good mornings to her parents before proceeding to the science division of Capsule Corp. She zeroed in on her and her father's private labs readying herself to get some work done. The lab walls were soundproof but her keen mind had already detected the humming of the Gravity Room when she entered the kitchen so she knew where she had the prince.

 

She entered the main lab not bothering to activate the alarm system, she was sure that her father would join her soon and she would save him the trouble of deactivating the complex device. She sat down in front of the large desk and sighed as she saw scattered papers everywhere; she really had to tell her father to maintain some order in his files.

 

She cleared a significant large part of the oversized desk and organized the papers; just looking at such messes made her head spin - she needed a clean and organized environment in order to work. She had uncovered a few projects she would like to finish. There was also a lot of unfinished training equipment, but she refused to pay attention to that now.

 

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After sitting buried in her work for the last few hours Bulma hadn't even noticed that her father strangely enough hadn't come to join her. It was okay though; she had completed seven projects in record time and even though she was glad that she had indeed been so effective she suspected that she might have to start working on some of the training equipment for Vegeta after all. Angrily she crumpled a piece of paper in her hand and threw it away. Knowing Vegeta - and she did, at least when it came to his training, she knew that he would start demanding new training droids soon, not to mention an upgrade on the Gravity Room itself.

 

“Go ahead and kill yourself you stupid idiot.” Bulma growled, she hadn't forgotten those tense months she had spent in a cold hard chair next to his bedside after he had so clumsily blown up the GR with one overcharged ki - blast. It had been a fucking miracle he hadn't vaporized himself, and if the explosion had been any greater it would had consumed the whole house too.

 

A cold feeling suddenly settled in Bulma's chest causing her to shiver as her hand unconsciously found its way to her mouth. Her mind became invaded with the unpleasant memories of the dark day she had crawled through the sharp pieces of metal frantically searching for any sign of life from the prince.

 

It was after the incident that they had begun their frequent trips to each others' bedrooms or…any other place that seemed fit to fuck for hours on end until they were both crumbling.

 

In the beginning Vegeta had been as willing to give as he was to receive, in fact it seemed he took pride in knowing that he was the only one who could give her such unspeakable pleasures - Of course, as things were now she wished she had never told him that.

 

Vegeta's apparently still existing sadistic side had been more than revived since the little wicked idea had crept into his head and demanded that he made her his cheap whore to command in all things. Bulma of course, being the head strong and proud woman that she is, refused to meet his demands both inside and outside the bedroom. The wicked saiyan however quickly thumped down her resistance in the bedroom promising her the deepest pleasures if she was willing to play submissive bitch in front of him. Bulma had gnashed her teeth at him and stubbornly scolded herself to refuse to allow him to disgrace her in such a manner.

 

Unfortunately Bulma was only made of flesh and blood, and she just happened to be a woman - a horny one at that. And so Vegeta had relentlessly explored her appetite for whatever secret little dirty desires that slumbered inside her mind. Each night he mercilessly bathed her quivering flesh in his sweet torture, using pleasure as a weapon. Even if didn't have her consent from the beginning of their brutally pleasurable couplings, he`d sure as hell achieve it later.

 

Bulma's eyes snapped open darting around the white room with a start; she had almost dozed off in the middle of her work. She stretched her arms high above her head feeling joints pop and snap into place while releasing a much needed yawn. The tight feeling in her head lifted away and she sighed. She felt like she had just explored half her past because her head felt heavy and she was in need of a nap. Looking down she spotted her pen on the floor, her cerulean eyes widened in surprise as she bended down to snatch it up from the floor.

 

`Properly the reason why I returned to the real world' Bulma mused placing the pen on the desk. Preparing to get back to work she gasped as her eyes made contact with a certain metal object right in front of her.

 

It was a broken training droid. The newest type they had invented. She let her fingers glide over the crumbled metal surface when a feeling of tense foreboding settled in the pit of her stomach. Whipping around in her chair she desperately searched for him. Her clear eyes scanned the lab but nothing caught their attention. Releasing the breath she didn't know she was holding her posture slumped slightly, but the air had turned chillingly cold and the silence had become so heavy it pressed in on Bulma.

 

Turning back to her desk Bulma frowned to herself for behaving so childishly, there was nothing to be afraid of. So Vegeta had apparently been in here - so what? She could handle him. She warmed up again and a small smile graced her lips as she brushed the droid aside with disinterest looking for something more important to do.

 

“So this is what you do in that lab of yours. I can't blame you though, if I was just a weak human getting fucked by a powerful saiyan each night I sure as hell would fall asleep on my work too…”

 

The sarcastic sentence was spoken with the deep sensual voice he always used, and how he managed to make it sound sarcastic was beyond Bulma. She quickly spotted him standing in the corner of her lab. His body was halfway swallowed up by the shadows, so his facial expression was hidden from view. Bulma clenched her fists, while his dark tone never failed to send a fire down her crotch the way he purposefully mocked her made her eyes spit fire at him.

 

She watched as Vegeta slowly stepped out of the shadows the contours of his upper body was revealed little by little. His eyes, blacker than night itself were glossed over and Bulma could see them glittering in the shadows even before she could see his face. His firm lips was drawn up into a wicked smirk that said that either was they going to do it right here in her lab, or he was in a diabolic mood and needed some `entertainment' which meant they would argue and she would end up screaming in frustration.

 

Vegeta stopped a few meters from her seemingly satisfied with just watching her. Either way Bulma's stomach was making knots from anticipation. As the obsidian gaze met the clear icy one.

 

The smirk melted into the familiar tight curl.

 

“However, I need that fixed woman.”

 

The knots in Bulma's stomach undid themselves but she remained on her guard, preparing her herself for the mental war, so it was option two then. Bulma couldn't complain she was damn sore after last night.

 

“And just what makes you think that I could possibly want to fix it for you.” She released the sentence in her most polite voice almost sounding none caring, but it was always her strategy to try to piss him off - it had worked on occasion but it was also those times where Vegeta had switched to physical threats and she had always backed down when it happened. She knew when to stop pushing her luck and although Bulma was a natural gambler and brave by heart she knew that it wasn't worth seeing his wrath when he threatened to flank his demands with his fits.

 

A throaty snort echoed though the bright room and Bulma felt her body become tense.

 

“I really don't think you have much of a choice woman.”

 

Bulma's anticipation eased somewhat as she felt her anger take over her feelings, but despite her growing fury she managed to swallow once before she leapt into action. Rising fast she clamped her hand over the broken droid and threw it towards Vegeta. The crumpled piece of metal landed with a heavy clunk in front of the prince's feet but his cold gaze never wavered from her sparkling one.

 

“You think I'm your fucking slave! Well let me tell you asshole; I'll fix your toy when I have the time because right now, I have more important things to do.” Bulma stopped panting slightly it was not the best answer but all she could do was wait till Vegeta made his move.

 

As she expected his eyebrow twitched once before his lip smoothed up in a mocking smirk while shaking his head as if humouring her anger. “Yes, sitting with your head in your hand and drooling on the desk does seem time consuming.” He didn't laugh like she expected him to, but she swore she saw his lip quirk once, and the nasty twist to his words made Bulma blush while gnashing her teeth.

 

“Wha…How dare you!? If you had some control over yourself then maybe I could get some work done, including your damn training gear.” Bulma accusingly pointed her finger at him during her tirade, just barely stopping herself from stomping her foot childishly.

 

“And I don't drool you asshole.”

 

Again that annoying snort, although all of the mocking humour seemed completely drained from it. Vegeta face sobered and his glossy eyes hardened sealing into a stony expression. “I could care less about what pathetic state you are in woman. You will do as I tell you.”

 

It was a cold and calm statement on Vegeta's part.

 

Bulma stared at him from the limited distance between them. The sudden cold air brushed over her skin raising goose bumps on her flesh, and sending a shiver rolling down her spine. Her eyes darted a little from side to side and she didn't register how the hardened saiyan slowly advanced on her. Finally she forced her gaze to meet his and immediately she felt another shiver wreck her body. Vegeta was now less than two meters away from her and instinctively Bulma took a step back while trying to think of a way to battle him.

 

“I don't belong to you.” It was no more than a breath of a whisper.

 

“No?” Vegeta chuckled balefully, stalking her like a deadly panther. Bulma began to slide along the wall while Vegeta just followed her around not yet making any move to catch her.

 

“Is that why you behave like a brainless little whore doing my every biting just like it is meant to be?”

 

Every word that fell past his lips was a blow to Bulma's pride and a boost to her fury. It was not right this; she shouldn't be treated this way! But he was right, look what she had been reduced to; a whimpering bitch quivering on her hands an knees at Vegeta's feet begging him to please her…just please her. And what did she get?

 

She got nothing

 

Nothing!

 

It was not right! She should have more control over herself, but Oh God if she only knew how it had been to be with him for real, just once. And that was exactly what she had…she had tasted his passion…more than once! And just the mere memories had been enough to make her come crawling back even when he had turned cold on her.

 

But she had naively hoped that if she just smeared him a bit…gave into his demands and played a little master/slave roll play in the bedroom she'd been positive he would be satisfied.

 

But no, he hadn't. He had been selfishly consumed with his own desires and his own needs. And so here she was; a mere slave to a man she helplessly desired and captured by some foolish hope that he would warm up to her if she only tried hard enough.

 

Bulma's heat sank as she realized the bitterness of the entire situation, not to mention the seriousness of the state they were in. Vegeta was clearly not safe to be around and as he had said those words of her serving him as if it was meant to be just clarified the whole situation. It was not right!

 

It had to end now!

 

With a daring snarl she stopped her retreat and forced the tingling dread down in the pit of her stomach. She glared at him from under her lush lashes with a new flame of courage. Defiantly she drew herself up while hiding her fear the best she could and trying to stay focussed even though her mind was hazy with foreboding and dizziness.

 

“Listen here Vegeta. I am not your whore. I will not disgrace myself anymore just to play your sick game.” It did feel good to say those words and even though her stomach swelled with anxiousness Bulma felt her fiery nature returning and she felt strong enough to handle whatever crap he would throw at her.

 

Vegeta remained expressionless as he studied Bulma with her original personality. It seemed he may have pushed the whore too far, but it was what he thrived on. Testing how much control he had over a person, and how far he could make them push themselves was only another way to be powerful, and the art of manipulating was one of Vegeta's greatest skills. Only with the woman he seemed to have met his first barrier of rebellion.

 

“Was that why you came to me night after night begging for pleasure? I would sure call that whore behaviour woman.”

 

Again with the calm deep voice, adding a hint of mockery. The corner of his lip lifted into a haughty smirk at seeing Bulma's shoulders slump, but her eyes flamed with a cerulean fire as they burned fearlessly into his.

 

Bulma's tight lipped façade slumped and her steel blue eyes lost their hardness and she barely noticed how Vegeta's imperious smirk widened as a look of deep surprise took over her features. Vegeta's form blurred until he was merely and outline as her now shallow eyes lost focus and she stared straight a head of her on something beyond Vegeta. Her lips moved once in a while but no sound flew past them. After a considerable time she regained focus and her blinking eyes shifted to his. She looked at him with new eyes of understanding and she studied him as if seeing him for the first time, what came over her lips next were entirely unexpected…

 

“Unfortunately I can't deny that I did that Vegeta…” She swallowed hard before continuing. “And that is why this arrangement is over.”

 

As the last word fell over her lips Bulma was almost staggering back from the emotional weight that had been lifted from her. While all the pleasure spots Vegeta had discovered on her body screamed out at the horrible decision, Bulma couldn't deny that a small part of her heart cried along with them.

 

Her eyes sought the floor below and she held her breath waiting for Vegeta to deliver his blow. After an awfully long wait she ventured a glance up at the powerful saiyan and found him still nailed to the same spot his expression unchanged.

 

Bulma drew her arms down to her sides in an unguarded position and stupidly turned her back on him.

 

Bulma felt a whisper of breath whiz past her disturbing a few strands of aqua hair. In the next second she was flung back through the air making brutal contact with the white wall. Her frightened eyes opened only to be met with the pitch black orbs as they blazed with an obsidian fire that could shred even the fiercest soul. He snarled viciously baring sharp fangs as his ki cracked around them making Bulma squirm and sweat from the sheer intensity. Vegeta growled throatily and tightened his hold on her captured wrists.

 

“What did you say?”

 

It was not a question of course; Bulma knew perfectly well that he'd heard what she'd said. This was just her opportunity to redeem herself - to back down like she had in the past and beg him for forgiveness like a whimpering puppy.

 

Not this time!

 

She thrashed against him trying to free herself from his superior strength; there was no escape however. “You heard me Vegeta, it's over. I'm not taking it back no matter what you say or do. It's over!” she declared trying desperately to worm out of his grasp. Her struggles were cut shot when she was pulled away from the wall only to be slammed back her head making harsh contact with the smooth surface.

 

“Little fucking whore, you belong to me, there is no escape for you.”

 

“No.” Bulma hissed through her teeth weakly, the blow to her head causing her vision to cloud and she went limp for an instant, but that didn't stop her from fighting. “You are nothing but a sick bastard with no honour and an empty title.” Still fighting the throbbing headache she raised her eyes only to let them overflow with fear at what she saw. Vegeta had her cornered, his breathing was heavy and the obsidian flame in his eyes had now become an uncontrollable fire - an uncontrollable anger. She flinched crying out as he roughly grabbed her waist with his free hand and lifted her to him. A wicked glint in his eye was the only thing that was possible to read through the anger on his face. His lips peeled back, exposing a row of alabaster teeth framed by to sharp fangs, descending from the peek of pink gums.

 

“You know nothing woman. But if you insist I will gladly show you just how sick and dishonourable I can be.”

 

With that he let his lips drop to her neck kissing roughly and fiercely. His tongue darted out tasting her sweat and catching the sweet scent of fear that wafted along her white skin. The hand on her waist drifted lower while her wrists remained prisoner. His wicked fingers drifted towards the core of her legs, and before Bulma could shut them Vegeta had already slid his powerful thigh in between her legs affectively pinning her to the wall. She released a frustrated groan as his fingers made contact with her clothed flower and he chuckled feeling the heat grow against his dimpling fingers.

 

Bulma growled and hissed like a cat, she knew he was only doing this in an effort to bend her to his will and she couldn't let that happen! She couldn't allow him to have this control over her! But Oh God! all he was doing was rubbing her through her pants and she was almost coming. If it wasn't because she knew this was for all the wrong reasons she would gladly have urged him on. But the dirty feeling that had overflowed her every time they had been together after he started regarding her as trash was not the right type of dirty feeling you were supposed to have after sex. And it was enough to make him want to stop.

 

“You will never have me Vegeta. You know nothing of me either, and if you think you can persuade me to give in to you then you're wrong. This ends here.” she fought him with a new founded strength and her mind didn't pay as much attention to what went on down at her crotch. Vegeta's fangs punished the delicate flesh of her neck but it only made Bulma thrash harder. He growled and continued his assault on her neck and upper chest. It was not the woman's place to demand anything from him. He had chosen her as his servant and plaything, and it would remain that way until he saw fit. He had never given a damn about the woman's feelings, why start now?

 

In the beginning their couplings had gone fine, she had been a willing bed mate and in return she had almost automatically made his needs one of her top priorities - a sort of favour for his pleasures. He had grown bored though. Hadn't he made the painful discovery that for some reason he felt lonely without her, he would have stopped their orgy a long time ago. However, he couldn't let her turn on him now, he was the master and she had to learn her place.

 

He felt hot breath on his face and reared back growling furiously clamping his hand over the teeth marks imprinted in his cheek. He caught the tangy scent of blood and looked at the crimson liquid on his fingers.

 

“You little bitch”

 

He snarled viciously advancing on the foolish creature. In a flash he had her caught by her fragile neck, he could feel the soft give of flesh as he tightened his hold around it. Oddly enough the woman didn't struggle. She just stared at him with big sparkling eyes. Vegeta's eyes slanted almost conspicuously at the clear fluid swimming in them. It was the first time he had seen her cry. She sniffed, and Vegeta could feel his bones numbing at the sound as it rattled through his hand. She brought her hand up to let it rest softly on his bicep. She whimpered in her attempt to speak but her breath and tears stuck in her throat. All that came over her dry lips was small and breathy words and as they melted together Vegeta felt his grip slack.

 

“Why do you hate me Vegeta? Why do you stay when you hate me so?”

 

The gentle question sent a cold swirl down his stomach, the scalding blue flame vanished and he released her altogether. She sank to the floor their eye contact broke as she lowered her head. She removed her hand - the only source of warmth to his body from his bicep to gingerly rest it on her neck as she coughed violently for a brief moment before sighing and massaging her tender throat. A few tears squeezed out from under her lashes and slid down her pale cheeks.

 

Although Bulma had almost regained her composure she didn't dare move. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that he would go this far just for some stupid superior feeling. Had it been a mistake to invite him to live with her? Maybe not, but getting involved with him damn sure was.

 

Opening her eyes she discovered that his shadow was no longer looming over her. She felt relief sweep through her but only momentarily, Vegeta was not safe to be around, she'd had that fact confirmed now, but how should she deal with this?

 

First of all she was going to make it safely back into her room without being spotted by Vegeta or more importantly her parents. Her throat was very sore and Bulma was sure that it was going to bruise. Rising on shaky legs she took a couple of deep breaths before beginning her secret quest back to her room.

 

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Oh by the way, I may rewrite this chapter just a little bit if I find that I am not completely satisfied with it…but I guess that's what you get when you finish the chapter at fuck knows what time at night.