Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ REPRISAL UNBOUND ❯ Chapter 20 ( Chapter 20 )

"G-Gaila…" Yamchua wanted to speak but the words failed to produce themselves.

As Yamchua other senses processed the image before him, he was left to wondering what had happened to the adolescent Jerarjin. The dirty garments…no…rags she wore looked as if they had been soaked in blood, and failed miserably to cover her body. All flesh that could be seen, which amounted to very nearly all, was covered in bruises, cuts and welts, especially her face and torso. As for her arms, Yamchua visibly shivered when he saw the extent of their condition.

Gaila held one arm to her chest as person would if they were resting it in a sling, and her other arm hung lifelessly at her side, with the underside facing out at an angle that was simply not meant to be. The point of origin of the angle appeared to come from the shoulder of the arm, and Yamchua obviously realised that it was a dislocation.

When Yamchua's vision came upon her legs he ceased to breathe at dark hand shape bruise marks on her hips and thighs and at the layers of days, maybe even weeks old dry blood that caked her body. The human warrior could imagine a million ways of how this condition that had been wrought upon her, and every single one raised bile to his throat and seeded rage and hatred into his heart.

Gaila became imprisoned by the show of sentiment that cascaded across his face. There was no doubt in her mind that he could almost see the full extent of her injuries.

~ Almost.~ She though bitterly.

As she continued to witness the accumulation of mixed emotions she was able to practically identify them all; pity, concern, anger, compassion, fear and hatred. It was then in that moment that Gaila realised that any trust which she'd put in him could be absolute, unlike those with whom she had spent her entire life among. This man, this human man would never abandon, betray or hurt her as she had been. The comfort and reassurance that that revelation brought served in some way to begin the healing of her broken and bleeding spirit.

The oscillating pain that was still flooding her body, suddenly surged, causing the remaining strength in her legs to fail her completely. Gaila issued a brief cry before falling, but before her body could touch the cold floor, Yamchua was by her side holding her up.

"Gaila, what happened to you?" Yamchua's question was barely loud enough to be considered a whisper. Hearing the pained sound broke through the human warrior's clouded mind and so that she would not suffer the blow caused by the artificial gravity of the spacecraft, Yamchua had moved to prevent her from feeling any further pain.

The arm that she held close to her body was very slowly raised until she could drop it down onto the furthest shoulder of her helper.

"Yamchua, we have to get off this ship and head down to your home planet so we can stop whatever plan of Sarumi that she has yet to execute," Gaila forced out in a single breath. "Apparently she's not happy with the results of the drug has had on Vegeta and she's planning on exhausting the supplies she had planted in his home. Trust me Yamchua, there will be no hope for any round him when that happens."

"What?" Yamchua could quite believe his ears.

"You were right about her. We have to stop her and save your friends."

Understanding that whatever had happened to her had been the convincing factor. Yamchua was uncertain as to whether he wanted to know what that factor had been or not. He briefly considered reiterate his first question, but remembering how she dodged it he knew she would probably do so again. So Yamchua asked the next logical question.

"How are we to get off?" Then he put to her, "We might be spotted and shot down before we can even enter the Earth's atmosphere."

"I've already disabled the ships sensors and external surveillance." She told him.

"And what of cameras monitoring the prison cells?"

"Don't worry about them. They're on a repetitive feed back loop that will show anyone who is watching yesterday's footage." As quick as she could, Gaila began to lead Yamchua towards the prison deck doors. "We don't have time for me to explain in detail Yamchua. We must leave now."

Not waiting for her permission Yamchua shifted his arms to that he could pick Gaila up who showed surprise and momentary fear at no longer being in control of her body's motions.

"We'll be faster this way." Yamchua spoke calmingly to her. "But you'll have to direct me."

"A-Alright."

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Having been given basic guidance on how to pilot the vessel, which was thankfully uncomplicated, Yamchua began to manoeuvre the small pod, occupied by Gaila and himself through the opening docking doors of Sarumi's ship.

There was only one catch to their escape, and that was having to travel as a very limited speed towards their destination. The rate at which they travelled would mean an increased possibility of not being spotted, but it would also mean a twenty hour journey or so to the Earth.

Yamchua allowed the auto-pilot to take over the and unbuckled himself so that he could traverse to the back of the pod where he had previously lay Gaila down on the only cot that existed in the pod. Kneeling down he looked her face intently.

"Will you be alright?" He asked in concern.

"I'll be fine in about fifthteen hours or so. I may not be able to heal as fast as a Saiyajin but we Jerarjin can hold our own." A smile that had obviously taken effort to form claimed her lips.

"Yeah," Yamchua commented. "So I've noticed." He paused once before proceeding. "Gaila, what happened?"

The Jerarjin girl assessed the human looking at her. His simple question had been just that, a simple question she could choose to answer or not. But Gaila found herself wanting to tell him, to confide in him, to trust him. "Sarumi found out that I was passing information about her to you."

Yamchua's hand subconsciously moved to grasp her own.

"At first, she tricked me into lying to her about it even though at the very same moment that I spoke she knew I was lying. Then she threw my lies back in my face when she played me a surveillance of your prison cell, which had a recording of us talking together."

Yamchua's gaze momentarily drifted as he matched images with her words, but when she continued he centred his vision on her face once again.

"I tried to reason with her. I tried to get her to spare the boy…" Gaila closed her eyes for a couple of second and then opened them. "And you. I begged her, but she wouldn't listen to me. Again and again she raised her fist against me and I thought she had intended to beat me to death. And as for Birsha, she just stood there and watched, not even an iota of sympathy shone in her eyes.

"I have lived my entire life under her and by the side of those who were my crewmates and not one of them breathed even a single word to aid me. Never once had I behaved in subordination or unintentional disrespect, and yet due to one act for the concern of others I was…" Gaila broke off in speech as a sob escaped her.

"Don't Gaila," Yamchua learned forward. The hand that held her tightened and the other moved to wrap around her back and pull her slightly closer to him. "Don't make what she did to you regret the good you are trying to do."

"Oh Yamchua, you don't understand!" She cried in anguish with tears glistening in her eyes. "That's not all she had done to me!"

"What are you talking about?" As he voiced his question a shiver vibrated his tone in uncertainty. A gut feeling told him that he would regret probing this deep.

"She demanded Jarik's presence and then she gave me to him."

~ No! ~ Yamchua was unable to speak his disbelief at what she was revealing to him.

"For the past month or so I have been locked away in his quarters as continuation of my punishment, and for everyday of my captivity he mercilessly forced himself upon me." By now the damn that she had put up against her tears crumbled to nothing and she allowed the human male to hold her, as she in turn clung to him for all she was worth. "I had never known that coupling was an experience of intense pain. I had never known what it was like. But I do now!"

For the following four or so hours Yamchua silently comforted the Jerarjin adolescent by laying down in bed besides her, rocking her in his arms allowing her tears to run their course. He had no other choice but to push away his vengeful rage and allow himself to be there for her.

He realised that he had been wrong about Sarumi she wasn't just twisted bitch. She was evil, through and through, and at any cost she had to be stopped.

Yamchua looked at the silent girl in his arms with a pained heart. He still found it hard to believe that Sarumi had ordered her violation and the theft of her innocence.

"Yamchua?" Gaila's voiced ended his brooding.

"Yes?"

"Is there a woman that you love?"

"Yes." He replied without hesitating.

"Does she love you in return?"

"Yes, she does. " His answer was followed with a sigh before he made an addition to it. "But as a brother and a friend, she does not love me the way I love her."

"I'm sorry."

"So am I. But she is happy with the one she has chosen even though he has done nothing to deserve her."

"Is she beautiful?"

"Unbelievably."

"What does she look like?"

Yamchua debated whether or not to answer this time. Though she did not know to whom he was referring to, anything he said further would no doubt identify `her' to Gaila. Instead of speaking again he held the girl in his arms as he would if she were `her'.

"Yamchua," Gaila spoke once more. "Please, tell me what is she like? What qualities she possesses that could make you love her so much even though she belongs to another?"

"The woman I love is most beautiful and wonderful woman in the world. In body, mind and soul. She has the strongest spirit I've ever known a woman to have, and the amount of compassion, forgiveness and love in her heart is so immense that it's enough for her family, her friends; the people in her employ and even for those she doesn't know."

"You truly do love her don't you?" She lifted her head and was able see the awe in his face as he spoke of the one he had lost his heart to.

"Even though she belong s to another, when I'm around her I never feel so more at peace. I torture myself with dreams of us being together but I can't help myself."

Yamchua," Gaila paused some what uncomfortably in her questioning. "Have you ever…lain with her?"

"No." He shook his head ruefully.

"She sounds like a lovely person, but all you've describes is simply a kind person. Maybe your feelings for her have made your view of her biased and partial."

"Gaila, you have no idea how wrong you are." Yamchua earnestly said. "The extent of the empathy and clemency that this woman has is so extremely vast that…that it was even enough to for a change the ways a planet raping monster!"

"Wait!" Gaila gasped as she finally understood to whom he was referring. "You're not saying that…"

"From the time that Bulma had fallen in love with Vegeta and he accepted that love he died as the monster that Sarumi is so desperately trying to wreak revenge upon."

"Oh Yamchua I'm so sorry. I knew that you held some resentment against Vegeta, it was clear in your voice whenever to spoke about him to me, but I never knew why." For a moment the comforted became the comforter, and she tenderly moved her head so she could bestow a kiss upon the man who was hurting beside her. It was like he was dieing as he spoke of Bulma. "And you never were able to show here how much you loved her, at least in the physical sense."

Yamchua smiled gratefully at her and gently ran a large hand down her cheek. "This is not right you know. I should be saying healing words to you after what you've been through." Yamchua wasn't one hundred percent successful at hiding the guilt he was feeling.

"Yamchua don't, none of what happened is your fault. I won't deny that I hate what happened or those who are responsible." When she spoke those words she felt the embrace was within tighten. "But I don't regret seeing the light and I have you to thank for helping me to do so."

"You're more than welcome Gaila."

"Yamchua, I have one favour to ask of you, and maybe you may even benefit from this."

"What is it?"

"First tell me, if Bulma were lying in your arms now, not I, what would you do?"

"I'd tell her what she means to me and if I had her consent I make love to her." He answered in all honesty.

"Then…do so…" Gaila had spoken those three words so lowly that Yamchua began to doubt his own hearing.

"Nani…"

"Yamchua, please!" Gaila beseeched. "I need to know just for once in my life what it is like to be loved so completely. I know now that it's something I never will have." Her words chocked as they left her lips.

"You can't be serious." After looking at her carefully he deduced, "you're suffering emotionally maybe even mentally from what just happen. You don't mean a word you say."

"I am not." She had suddenly become desperate to make him see. "I am nothing like the girls of your species. I am an adult by Jerarjin standards. I am hurting but you can help to heal me part way. Please, Yamchua, I am begging you. Make me believe, for just the few hours that we have on this ship together, allow me the illusion that I am the one you love."

Yamchua looked half convinced into her golden eyes and stroked her lime green hair. However, his warring was decided as he watched her pull the blanket from her body and remove the robe that she had been previously given. Gaila shifted herself so that she was able to press her naked body against his still clothed one and deeply kiss his lips.

For several hours, as gently as he could Yamchua took the child, no adult whose bed he shared to the depths of ecstasy and back again, just as he had dreamed to do with Bulma. He showed her repeatedly what it was like to experience physical love. Gaila had cried grateful tears at the feelings he caused in her, all the while telling his that what they were doing was right. The touch of his hands had been gentle and soothing, his mouth had offered a comfort she'd never known, and his stroking into her body were as healing caresses. As promised he did benefit from their coupling. She had felt incredible and for the brief moments of completion he had been able to forget about all his doubts, his troubles and his miseries. Everything was blotted out as he made love to his illusion of Bulma.

* * *

Bulma eyes glistened as she looked upon her resting mother.

This time he had gone too far. He had taken the final `proverbial' straw. This time when she saw him she wouldn't let him get off so easy.

It had been almost a week that Bulma had come back home from URSO meeting and see her mother on the floor or the hall wall, which had a splintered and had protruding cracks. It was as if a large amount of force had been applied to specific point resulting in the damage. The fact the height of mark matched the exact height of her mother, hadn't settled well at all and when she had looked closely she was able to see a bump on the back of her mother's head and also bruise marks, like those caused by the hard grip of someone's hand on her neck, Bulma was near panic.

Mrs Briefs had awoken then and though her words had been incoherent she was very adamant against the idea of seeing doctor or going to the hospital. When Bulma was able to get her to talk further on the matter, the only other words that were clear were `hurt', `scared', `Vegeta' and `not him'. However it was enough for the aqua haired genius to put the picture together.

Bulma then arranged for her mother to stay at a hotel away from home and for Trunks to spend some time over at his best friend's house. She also made sure that all her appointments were cancelled and that she would not be disturbed. Adjourning to her and Vegeta's bedroom, she waited patiently for the return of her mate. Yet all the while, a feeling within her told her that at least for some time something was wrong with Vegeta. Bulma however, not being able to identify it dismissed the feeling altogether.

~ The only thing wrong with that bakayarou Saiyajin is his callous ways. ~

* * *

From the moment he set foot inside his home, inside his and his mate's bedroom that same feeling of heightened rage, low tolerance seeped with a vengeance into him. A growl of surprise left his throat when he saw her there sitting in the dressing table and she lifted her head from a book she was reading to regard him with well controlled anger.

"Vegeta," she spoke sternly. "We need to have a very serious talk."

"I have nothing to say to you woman." He didn't spare her a second glance at he headed towards the bathroom.

"I don't doubt that, Saiyan." She spat the last word as if it was toxic, and the sound caused him to pause in his steps. "At least I'm sure you'll have nothing good to say, but you will listen to what have to say."

"If you think you can order me around…"

"You son of a bitch!" Bulma screamed as she leapt to her feet knocking her chair over. "What the hell did you do my mother?!"

"What are talking about?" He retorted.

"What am I talking about?" She whispered incredibly. "I saw the marks of your handy work Vegeta. You almost scared her death and throttled the life from her!"

"The hag deserved it!" He yelled back. "She was pissing me off!"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" As she stared at him she shook her head in confusion. "She always pisses you off, and you've never done anything like this before. It's like you're not even remorseful for your actions."

"I am not." He said savagely and dangerous glint shone in his eyes.

"Vegeta," Bulma spoke in comprehension. "There is something very, very wrong with you. Just add up your behaviour over the last half year or there abouts. The shortage of temper, what you did to my mother, the way you battered your own son, the way you've treated me. Can't you see it? How can you not see it?!"

"Let me tell you this woman," Vegeta told his mate. "I care not for your friends, nor for your family and certainly not for a whoring tease like you. They are pathetic, the brat you spawned is despicably weak and you no value other than to fuck!"

"Hiretsukan!" Bulma shrieked and began to grab items from her dressing table and pelted them as fast as she could and with all the power she could muster.

However, Vegeta dodged every one of the projectiles and slowly made his way over to her. When he was near enough he took hold of her hands just as they were about to enclose around a pair of material scissors. After flinging her against the wall he fazed to her position and placed a grip death around her slender neck. It surprised him that the tips of his fingers almost met at her nape. Smiling, he brought his face towards hers until only a molecule of air was between them. The expression coupled with the movement chilled Bulma to her marrow, she felt at though liquid nitrogen had seeped into every fibre her body possessed. Vegeta's movement were sinister, baleful, and pernicious. It was also thickly lined with something else, but the blue eyed woman was too terrified to opine what it could be.

"Do you know something," Vegeta paused to roughly flicker his tongue along her neck. "If memory serves me correctly, we have some unfinished business."

"Vegeta no!" Bulma failed to command her fear and panic. After his last actions she was able to identify what she couldn't before. A limitless, malicious, concupiscence. She had to convince him to stop. "You're not yourself! You have to let me go before you'll do something you'll regret!"

"You have withheld from me for far too long!" A loud ripping sounded immediately after his words ended, followed by a petrified `no'.

Bulma didn't just rely on expressing her verbal dissent; she even tried to physically fight back. At first it had meant nothing to Vegeta but then a knee made contract with his protruded groin and in blind rage he retaliated with a sound strike to her stomach, removing the living breath from her small body. A short cry issued from Bulma's lips and she sagged against her mate, fighting with every thing she possessed to maintain her grasp of some semblance of consciousness. Though it wasn't her first to experience such pain, the insufferable throe emanating from deep inside her belly felt like the snuffing out of life itself. Yet, she still lived. Still in spite of that something profoundly bad, something even worse than the treatment she was enduring was happening. She just felt it, and tears flowed unchecked from her eyes as she began to lament for the unknown loss.

The next thing Bulma knew was that her head had banged painfully against the headboard and she landed in a sprawled fashion on her and her mate's bed. The saiyajin doffed his garb as he too moved towards and onto the bed. Vegeta pulled Bulma to him by her ankles taking her concentration off her current pain and placing it on himself. He inattentively tore at the rest of her apparel until she was as nude as he was, not caring as the strong fabric dug hard enough into her sink to cause welting.

Vegeta attacked her with weight, hands and mouth. By the pressing of his body he caused the constriction of her rib cage making it painful for her to breathe. Her respiration was hampered even more when he crushed his mouth onto hers with a kiss that marred her lips. It wasn't long before his teeth sliced her tongue and he was using his own to deliberately draw forth her blood, causing her to taste some in the process.

No matter how much Bulma struggled and whimpered Vegeta only pulled away when he wanted, but only to place his hands and mouth on her body. His roughly manoeuvred his tongue across her chest and his hands grabbed so tightly at her waist and hip that Bulma was unable to hold vocalising the pain and leaving her to wonder if he was trying to pulverise her skeletal and organ structure. Every area he touched his conditioned fingers marked her skin, and Bulma had become exhausted from her efforts to free herself and put reason into him.

The dark no Ouji continued to rape oral pleasure from the body of his unwilling mate. His tongue pressed deeply onto her and he grazed his sharp teeth against her skin leaving streaks of red in their wake. Often he would lift a hand to squeeze unyieldingly at her flesh especially her breasts, resulting in sickening shades of blue and purple to replace the cream pigment of her skin. He even delivered the same deeds with his mouth sucking hard enough rip agonised moans from her throat, and when he ruthlessly bit into her soft mounds, she screamed in heightened pain as he scared her with mirrored crescent shapes of red that quickly filled with blood and overflowed down her body. Though most stained the bed sheets Vegeta made sure that he drank his fill also, sucking more of the liquid straight from her wounds when not enough poured from them.

It wasn't long before his spoil for her grew to unfathomable depths and Vegeta seized both her thighs to force them apart so that he could lie between them. For a scanty amount of time Bulma was able to focus enough through her pain to speak.

"Vegeta stop! Please stop!" She implored and sobbed to him, and even tried to establish eye contact, which she immediately regretted. Vegeta's black eyes were glazed with an eerie light. His handsome face was distorted by an animalistic, malevolent and maniacal grimace. "This isn't you, this isn't who you are! You don't know what you're doing. Please don't hurt me any more! I love you so much, don't do this."

However as with all cries that had left her mouth that evening none produced the desired effect. All speech was abruptly cut off and replaced with a soul wrenching howl of anguish that resounded throughout the entire Capsule Corporation residential premise as Vegeta violently thrusted into his mate. The movement stretched her dry narrow interstice beyond its capacity rending the flesh apart. Every plunge thereon produced the same results, the acts mounting even further blood loss upon the woman, and increasing the quantity and length of the wounds as Vegeta reached depths that were even unprecedented for him.

The sounds of her refusal and suffering didn't even touch his ears let along his heart. He was completely unreachable. Whenever she summoned enough courage and strength to look at his face she became more and more convinced that the man bearing his teeth into her flesh, bruising and scratching her with every touch of his hands, tearing away at her womb with every agonising thrust was not her husband, was not her mate, was not her Vegeta. When unconsciousness finally came to claim her she welcomed it like a long lost brother and gratefully fell into the blackness. All the while a possessed Vegeta continued to wreak deleterious effects upon his mate as he decimated her body, mind and soul.

It would prove to be a deed that would have shattering repercussion for all, especially the Saiyajin no Ouji.

to be continued…

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