Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Revenge: An Earthling's Retribution ❯ Chapter 4
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Nova81 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.25.2013 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.8K | Visits: 302 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.25.2013 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.8K | Visits: 302 | Status: Work In Progress
Author's Note: Please remember this isn't you average Bulma and Vegeta fall in love and live happily ever after story.
WARNINGS: TORTURE, BLOOD AND BAD LANGUAGE!
Revenge: An Earthling's Retribution
Chapter Four
Bulma's hands tried to grip the shiny metal of his shoulder armor but the material was slippery beneath her fingers. Her tiny feet were balancing precariously on the edge of a single stair, the sharp stone digging into her inner sole. Having kicked off her heels to run faster her feet were now completely bare.
As a savage smirk tilted the corner of his lips Vegeta removed her hands from his shoulders. Then he simply let her go. Her blue eyes widened as she fell back. Fortunately for her though there was no momentum in her fall and she hit a few steps hard before she was stilled. It didn't lesson the pain of bones on stone though. If anything she could have sworn her skull was fractured.
Bulma lay awkwardly upon three large steps and she was grateful for their width or she would have surely continued to tumble down the pile of stairs until she reached the bottom of the dungeon.
Vegeta came into her line of vision as he walked down a step or two to reach her. His white boots effortlessly carrying him towards her. His red cape moved behind him as he made his descent, all the while the blackest of black eyes she had ever seen bore into her.
He picked at her blue braid that dangled over the edge of a step and began to pull her body down the remainder of the stairs. Rock hard stone ruthlessly scraped at her skin while her feet and ankles knocked painfully against the hardness of the brick. At first she tried to pull back her hair from his grasp but his hold on the braid was secure. It only heightened the pain of her hair being tugged from her scalp. Her hands tried to hold onto something but the flatness of the steps made her attempts futile. She only managed to make her fingers burn from the scraping friction between flesh and stone.
Bulma's back arched whenever her spine hit against the sharp edge of a step and she cried out in pain. It was simply cruel being dragged down a flight of stairs by your hair. Then she noticed a treacherous smirk playing on his lips and she came to realise that the Prince was taking delight in causing her suffering. Instantly her protective barriers and walls of pride and determination were erected against his torture.
'I will not give him the satisfaction of hearing my pain. Witnessing my torment is more than enough for this disgusting being. Damn my traitorous heart for not making Kakarot stay with me until I was safely out of the Castle.'
In truth Bulma believed herself capable of escaping the Castle of Vegeta-sei as long as she could get past Nappa. She probably knew more about the fortress than the Saiyan Prince himself. After all she had planned her revenge for years now. She hadn't planned getting caught red handed though but she was planning on escaping without being noticed. She knew all she had to do was get away from Nappa and out of the dungeons without him tailing her.
When Kakarot had promised her Nappa would remain unconscious she had asked him to lock her cell and didn't stop him from leaving. 'Urgh, how dumb could I have been.' She inwardly berated herself.
If Kakarot were there to help her then he could have distracted Vegeta long enough for her to escape. But no, she had to talk herself into letting Kakarot leave because she feared for his safety. It was laughable certainly. He could have taken care of himself better than she could. And here she was facing being dragged down hard, cold, unrelenting stairs and wicked Saiyan Princes.
Years of hardening her heart against emotion and one conversation with a Saiyan dissolved all her own wickedness and she was unable to cover gaping holes in her plans. Damn her emotions. It would be the death of her if she continued to let it rule her. It was a weakness she could not afford now. She should have insisted Kakarot stayed. His death would have been for the greater good. After all, how many had she killed now for her "greater good" cause?
Thirty-seven. Yes, Bulma had been unknowingly counting each step as Vegeta ruthlessly pulled her back into the dungeons.
Upon reaching the pits beneath the Castle he ventured towards the still unconscious Nappa and stood before the huge guard. Vegeta pulled at her braid, lifting her up so she had no choice but to scramble to her knees. Her head throbbed with a cracking intensity, patches of her skin rubbed raw and she felt years of hatred swell in her heart until it threatened to consume her. Vegeta was trailing her around like a mutt on a leash. Demeaning, disgraceful and detestable were only some of the hundreds of words that continued to fuel her anger. Her hands were balled into tight fists at her side and she was glad her nails were short or they would no doubt be drawing blood from her palms.
She looked from Nappa to Vegeta to see the Prince's left eye twitch in irritation at the sight before him. He obviously didn't have a sense of humour; after all she thought it was quite funny.
She watched as a black spandex covered leg lifted and kicked at the chair that Nappa sat upon. The wood tumbled over and Nappa's beefy hands and legs thrashed wildly as he floundered in mid fall before he fell backwards onto the ground. His chair splintered into spikes of brokenness. Bulma instinctively grabbed the Prince's leg and ducked behind him to avoid being smacked by Nappa's limbs or pieces of wood. He however jerked his leg with annoyance causing her to release his muscular calf.
"Err …" Nappa trailed off as he jumped to his feet in shock and looked around him. Bulma was surprised he hadn't caused a crater from his jump considering his bulky size.
Through all her agonizing pain she couldn't help but crack a tiny smile at Nappa. An action that did not go unnoticed by the ever watchful Saiyan Prince, Vegeta.
Nappa's eyelids were coloured with a deep red coloured lipstick that made it seem like he was wearing eye shadow with his eyes open. His cheeks had round circles drawn on them and his lips were covered haphazardly with the same colour. On his large forehead two upside down V's were drawn from above his eyes towards his bald head. He resembled a very ugly lady devil.
As Nappa's brain finally seemed to catch up with his surroundings he scratched the back of his bald head. When he heard Vegeta growl out however his eyes nervously darted from her to Vegeta.
"You imbecile." Vegeta ground out. "While you were dozing on the job the wench here had broken through her cell and was making her way up the stairwell." Vegeta informed Nappa. Vegeta wasn't screaming and so she guessed he was controlling his voice through his gritted teeth.
Nappa's eyes widened before he bowed his head in shame and his shoulders slumped loosely around him. "Aww, I'm sorry Prince Vegeta."
This only made the Prince growl louder and more menacingly before he jerked his head towards the side. "Get out of here now. I will deal with you later." Vegeta ordered.
Nappa nodded before giving Bulma a menacing glare as if it were her fault he was in trouble with the Prince. At this Bulma calmly winked at him which earned her a vicious growl. 'Same to you buddy.' Her snarky self thought.
"Oh and Nappa." Vegeta called to the larger Saiyan as he made his way out of the dungeons. "Do look at a mirror when you're in your quarters won't you." Having to walk past any Saiyan with that face would be punishment enough. For now.
Bulma's momentary moment of happiness popped like a fragile bubble in the wind as the Prince released her hair and turned to face her. His eyes narrowed at her and she couldn't help but gulp in fear. She was rooted to the spot by his terrifying glare and she suddenly felt claustrophobic, alone with the Saiyan Prince, in the watch post of the dungeons. She almost wanted to call out to Nappa as Vegeta stared at her.
"Get up." He demanded and she obeyed without hesitation. After all being on her feet was better than being on her knees.
However the moment Vegeta took a step towards her she instinctively stepped back. He didn't stop though, he continued to walk towards her as she moved away from him. His coal black eyes seeming to spark from something she couldn't quite read. His face was void of all emotion, his aristocratic features at ease, not even a frown or scowl on his handsome face. As if he were entirely in his element.
Like an experienced predator he continued his path towards her until Bulma could go no further. Her back came into contact with the solidity of a wall. Its coldness seeming to seep through her dress reminding her of her mortality. Telling her there was no way out. Beckoning her to become one with it or suffer from the rock that was hurtling towards her.
She tried her damn-dest to melt into the hard stone but as Vegeta stopped right in front of her she knew the only way out was through the Saiyan Prince. A hand shot out faster than her eyes could register and gripped the back of her head. His strong fingers dug into her skull and she was sure they would make holes into her bones.
She desperately tried to shake her head from his hold but his fingers only tightened and her head began to throb painfully. She felt the tip of his sharp nose touch her cheek first and she froze. All thoughts of struggling ceased temporarily as her mind raced to try and analyse his actions.
Vegeta's nose trailed up the side of her cheek, towards her temple before lowering to rest against her cheek once again. His nostrils flared as he sniffed her skin and her eyes closed of their own accord. She felt his nose move away from her skin only to have a hot trail of moisture placed against her face. Her eyes shot open to see his dark eyes watching her intensely, curiously, while his thick tongue licked at her skin. Tasting, savouring, making her shiver in fear.
His head drew back slowly before he brought his lips towards her earlobe. His hot breath spiralled into her ear and her shoulder automatically lifted as if to shield her from his words. Or the press of his firm lips against her lobe. But his head remained firmly in place.
"You taste of fine skin, flowing blood and ample flesh." He breathed into her ear. His voice husky as if whispering erotic promises into her lobe and there was a sharp intake of breath from her.
His head moved away from her again so he could look at her and she wanted to punch him in his arrogant looking face. However she knew from experience his reflexes were far too quick for her. Instead she felt her hands clutching at his biceps. She looked down uncertainly and sure enough her hands were holding his arms as if she were relying upon him for strength. She frowned at her hands before releasing him and they balled into tight fists at her sides. He smirked at her reaction and his eyes lowered towards her lips.
The hand that wasn't holding her head firmly in place lifted to cup her chin. His gloved thumb caressed her skin before it stroked her lower lip. She frowned at him and he tugged at her lip until the pinkness inside and her bottom teeth were revealed to his onyx eyes.
"Interesting." She heard him murmur as if they weren't in the same room together let alone their bodies pressed intimately against one another.
Before she could make sense of his strange behaviour his mouth descended upon hers. His lips were firm and sensual, the kiss harsh and demanding like the man himself. She tried to move her head away from him but his hold on her was inescapable. Her clenched fists found their way between them and she tried to push at his chest but he did not even budge.
Instead his hot tongue dove past her lips forcefully. She couldn't stop him and he pried her teeth apart to access the cavern of her mouth. Her mind starting to panic, Bulma did the only thing she could. She bit down on his tongue as it glided around her mouth as if feasting on her flesh.
His head jerked back and he hissed slightly. But she doubted it was from pain as she was sure she hadn't bitten hard enough to draw blood. Well if he ever tried to kiss her again then she would make sure she bit of his tongue from his mouth. She venomously spat in his face.
Expecting him to attack her she saw only a feral smirk grace his lips as his free hand wiped at his face. He was beginning to become far too confusing for Bulma's already whirring mind to solve.
"I can play wild if you like." He taunted and her eyes widened at his words. This time she began to flay wildly in his arms trying to remove herself from his clutches. But it was of no use. As much as she struggled she couldn't break free from his inexorable hold.
Vegeta's hands shackled her wrists above her head and his strong legs held her own in between his. The only thing that seemed to be moving freely was her blue head. Thrashing from side to side in denial of his offer.
"Get away from me you bastard." She shrieked and he growled at her.
"I think I preferred you better when that pretty little mouth of yours was quite. Or pressed beneath my own." He told her lewdly and she made a disgusted noise in the back of her throat. "Enough."
One word. It wasn't screamed or demanded it was just said in an oddly calmed voice that defied their situation and Bulma couldn't help but remain still at his tone. He was only a head taller than her, sans his spikey hair, but somehow she felt as if he were towering over her. She doubted even Nappa would have been this intimidating. But she could sense the Saiyan Prince had an aura about him that radiated power and could only command fear and earn submission.
Once her pointless struggling was subdued she glared daggers at him. Her deep blue eyes almost turning an icy shade of hatred.
"Now tell me where it is?" He demanded and she frowned in confusion at him. Nothing he was saying or doing was making any sort of sense to her.
"I don't know what you're talking about you prick. You're crazy." Bulma told him boldly and truthfully.
Sensing her confusion but becoming frustrated none the less he growled at her. "The poison you whore. Where is it?"
At those words all his actions began to make sense to her. He was testing her for poison and she desperately wished she had been wearing some at the moment their lips had touched or that she had even had some with her at present. So he was still on about his father's death and he seemed to have figured out more about the cause.
"I don't know what you're talking about." This time she outright denied his accusations and shrugged at him.
"Oh you don't, do you. Well maybe we can jog your memory somehow." He smirked evilly at her and she was beginning to intensely dislike that characteristic about him. "After all, Kakarot did mention you were a great scientist of some sort."
Her eyes widened at his words and she feared of how much Vegeta had heard of Kakarot and her conversation. "How did you …" she trailed off.
He smirked arrogantly at her and she wanted to wipe it off his face. "I'll answer you and then you will answer me." He told her. "A game shall we say?"
She narrowed her eyes at him but nodded reluctantly after a few moments of silence. After all, she was a world class liar.
"I tried contacting Nappa but he didn't answer. Fortunately for me the buffoon always has the communication link on his scouter open to my link." Vegeta told her.
"But Nappa wasn't wearing a scouter." Bulma contradicted. Nor was Kakarot for that matter. Or Vegeta.
"Just because he wasn't wearing one doesn't mean he didn't have one on him." He explained as if she were a two year old who was having difficulty understanding a simple concept. "I was able to pick up quite a bit on how Kakarot first met you. Earth wasn't it." He taunted. "Such a worthless backwater Planet. It's better off being purged."
"Screw you." She cursed loudly.
"I don't do whores. Not like that third class." He told her coldly.
"Your father did." She shot back without thinking. He looked so much alike to the hateful Saiyan King. But there was something different about the Prince. It wasn't the absence of facial hair, lack of height on the Prince's part or the black of his eyes and hair that burned differently from his father's deep reddish brown colour. No, it was something more that defined him as an individual. What was it?
"To his downfall." Vegeta growled at her. "Now tell me how you managed to kill the old man before I kill you myself."
Bulma knew it wasn't an idle threat. He would most definitely kill her without blinking an eye. But she was grateful he obviously hadn't heard enough of her conversation with Kakarot to know that he had helped her somewhat in escaping. He was underestimating her because she was a woman. Something she could definitely use to her advantage. The Saiyans had made their biggest mistake by underestimating her. Her weakness became her strength, her gender became her armor, and her intelligence had always been her greatest weapon.
"I told you I don't know. One minute we were sitting down and then the next he was keeling over and dying." The moment he looked at her she knew he could tell she was lying. In fact she somehow knew he'd know the moment he had asked her the question. After his little taste test on her it was obvious he knew she had killed the damn King.
"Do not lie to me woman." He warned as his hands tightened on her wrists.
"How do you know I'm lying?" She challenged bravely and he bared his teeth at her. She wondered if like all snarling dogs on Earth if Vegeta's bark was bigger than his bite. This time it was Bulma who turned a devilish smirk on Vegeta. She would not let him control this situation no matter how much on the back foot she was. She refused.
At seeing this he stopped growling at her and relaxed his face and hold on her; though she could see his left eye still twitched irritably. "Woman it's all in those ridiculous eyes of yours."
Wanting to play with him a little for all the bruises she had on her body from the trek down the stairs she raised an eyebrow at him. "Really? And what do my eyes tell you Vegeta?" She asked seductively, turning charming blue eyes upon him.
"You dare speak my name you vile creature. It is not fit to pass your filthy lips or leave your disgusting tongue." He condemned.
Anger so sharp and fast; sparked through her like a live current was ignited by his words and she was surprised it hadn't electrocuted him. But it was there, crackling in the air between them, alive and palpable. She hated that he thought himself better than her. Even if he was the Prince of all Saiyans. They were all nothing but monkeys after all. "It wasn't very disgusting when you had your tongue stuck down my throat a minute ago you creep." She argued with him childishly.
She could have sworn she saw his eyes roll at her words but it must have been a trick of her mind. "I don't have time for you games or petty feminine ego woman. Right now your eyes spark anger and hatred at me, turning almost glacial. A moment ago you tried to mask all emotion and they remained naturally deep blue. But I could see them enlargen and almost lose their colour into blackness when fear enters you're pathetic body. In the midst of confusion they grow stormy as if unsure of being blue or a deep purple. Quite fascinating." He remarked, sounding almost bored with his assessment of her feelings. "Maybe I could dig them out later and embed them in my father's sarcophagus."
It wasn't his gruesome comment that had Bulma gasping but rather how well he had broken through her well placed mask by just looking into her eyes. No one in all her life had been able to read her eyes so accurately. She lowered her lids to hide from him. He wasn't having any of it though.
"I grow tired of this childish game." He told her before he released her. "If you aren't willing to speak when I ask you nicely then a little … persuasion is in order."
Her eyes immediately lifted to stare into his but she could not for the life of her figure him out. Before she could ask he stepped away from her. That wasn't good. She sank down a little not realising before that Vegeta's strength had been holding her slightly up against the wall. He lifted his right hand and pointed a finger at her. Blue ki sparked at his finger tip and he aimed at her chest. She closed her eyes and held her breath.
The moment the heat of the ki could be felt against her skin she gasped and had to bite down on her lower lip to stop from screaming bloody murder. The ball of ki trailed down her chest and in between the valley of her breasts, it seared her skin like a hot iron rod as it passed the middle of her stomach and reached the short length of her dress that ended above her knees. She arched as her dress was torn apart and Vegeta was before her again. He almost tenderly pried away the material to reveal her body clad only in a black bra and matching underwear.
She hated feeling like a whore, hated feeling this defenceless all over again but Bulma pushed her disgust aside. His thumbs purposely brushed her bare skin as he moved the material away from her body and she shuddered from his touch. He tugged harshly at her dress until it ripped of her shoulders. She mewled in protest but felt too defeated to speak.
He incinerated the material in his palms before he pushed her roughly towards the floor. Face down he displayed her bare back to his gaze. Her skin tingled from the intensity of his eyes on her almost naked body and she wanted desperately to be anywhere else but lying on a dirty stone floor below the cruel Prince Vegeta.
The breath whooshed out of her chest as he struck her bare back. Ki belt after ki belt was hit into her soft flesh. She could feel her skin beginning to open from the sharp bites of being whipped and she had to close her eyes. Close her eyes and try to ignore the pain he was inflicting and not picture the scars he'd leave on her skin. Her skin was by no means flawless but the odd blemish here and there would be nothing compared to the damage he would impose with each of his powerful blows. His marks would mar almost every inch of her back.
Bulma refused to cry, she did not want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry but the tears left her eyes of their own accord. With each sting she felt her eyes well up and the tears stream down her cheeks.
Suddenly the beating stopped and the Prince crouched down before her. She felt him run a finger down her bloody back. Vegeta's fingertip sticking in and out of every cut like a harpist playing the cords on his instrument. No sweet melody was heard though, only the broken sobs of Bulma. But she assumed that was as good as music to Vegeta's ears. Cries of terror. Then she heard him suck at his finger and she resisted the urge to vomit. She felt weak and drained from her blood loss and crying but she would not pass out.
"Exotic and sweet. Your blood would make a fine wine to enjoy woman." She didn't reply to his sadistic comments but she did release her lower lip from beneath her teeth. Biting into it had helped subdue her cries but she hadn't realised she had been tasting the metallic blood that seeped from the broken skin on her lip. It felt like a parallel comparison to Vegeta tasting her blood.
"You know." Vegeta broke through her nightmarish reverie. "Nion didn't remember the King requesting any female companions yesterday. She was sure she hadn't sent anyone out from her house. Although when I described you to her she was very surprised indeed. She seems very fond of you woman." He told her softly and Bulma's eyes closed in pain.
In the darkness of her mind she could see the ugly face of Nion who looked more manly than feminine, demanding Bulma bed four or five men a day. And refusal brought a stint of being dumped into a pit that housed Saiyan urine and feces from the whore house before it was let out to travel towards a sewage. Yes, as strong as Nion was, it wasn't her strength that scared Bulma. It was the vile woman's ability to ordain the most despicable punishment imaginable to ensure submission. Nion had an uncanny ability to expose every individual's weak point before using it against them. She had been extremely reluctant to sell Bulma but in the end Cabba had made an offer the greedy woman could not resist.
"You must be extremely good on your back whore." Vegeta continued to taunt Bulma. "I admire your courage. It's very … alluring." He told her darkly. "And I've been thinking, surely death is too small a price to pay for your actions. So this is what I suggest. You go back to Nion and continue to work there. And I will request your presence for my own use every night."
"I thought you don't do whores Vegeta?" She reminded him weakly, her throat burning from her pain. She didn't want to ever go back to the whore house. She would say anything not to go back there. Do anything.
"Oh but for you, I'd make an exception. You see Nion told me of your stubborn streak and how no one could break you. I think I've seen it here today for myself. You're a feisty one aren't you. I think I'm looking forward to the challenge woman." He chuckled darkly.
Bulma didn't want to go back to Nion's house. She didn't want to lie next to some overgrown pile of muscle day in and day out, welcoming a hundred different cocks inside of her. She refused to be beaten into submission or having to lie on her back and take what she was dealt in abuse. Or ride some disgusting intoxicated Saiyan who bruised every part of her he touched. She refused to be sterilized like a horse so she wouldn't mistakenly breed. She did not want to go back to the putrid pits of the whore house. She would not go back to eight years ago. She had worked too long and hard to get where she was. And she certainly did not want to be under the ruthless control of Vegeta every night.
Bravely, Bulma used Vegeta's pause in attack to sit up. She was relieved when he made no attempt to stop her. She dragged herself towards the wall and rested against it for comfort. The cool stone providing a small reprieve from the burning open wounds of her flesh.
"I kissed him to death." Bulma suddenly told Vegeta and his eyes narrowed on her. She looked defiantly back up at him. She didn't bother shielding her eyes from him. She left them unimpeded for him to witness the hatred she felt for his kind and the joy she had taken in murdering his father. "Oh it was beautiful. For everything that he did; destroying my home Planet and reducing me to this." She spat. "I was a heiress to a multi-billion dollar company On Earth. I was the fucking richest woman on my Planet. And I was beautiful and intelligent. What more could a woman want?" She laughed emptily at her lost destiny.
He didn't speak. Just continued to glare at her, his eyebrows drawing together in contemplation of her words and she was glad he offered no remark. She wasn't sure she could stop now that she had started. Eight years was a long time to keep this within yourself. Once the words leave your lips there's no hope of restraining them. The flood gates of her bitterness were broken and it spewed out venomously from her bruised and bleeding lips.
"And yet your kind continued to take from me. My innocence, my life, my everything. I wasn't free. I was enslaved as nothing but a body to play with. Earning my captives riches that I myself was robbed of. And then, as if that weren't enough you wanted to take my life from me. You sick creatures. Because of your ungodly strength you think it fair to prey upon a weaker race. But I refused to be weak. Through it all, a lesser person would have gone insane from what I've experienced. But where I lacked brute strength I trained my mind against you villainous creatures. And I vowed then that I would avenge my people and for all my suffering I would extract my revenge." She told him bluntly, honestly.
"It was never easy." Bulma continued. "Every day posed a different challenge. But finally I had your bastard father melting away into nothing but bones right before my eyes." At that she laughed and laughed and laughed. Its hollow sounds echoed in the dungeons and she could tell her outburst had stunned the Saiyan Prince. Then he frowned at her.
"I hope you meet him in the afterlife of hell." He told her and raised a hand against her again. This time his open palm showed a large ball of ki that was mockingly casting hues of light upon her battered self and darkened soul.
Bulma's maniacal laughter slowly quietened into quieter giggles before subsiding completely. Although a small smile still played on her lips. "Oh I wouldn't do what if I were you." She told him calmly.
Calmly enough for Vegeta to hesitate and postpone her fate. She showed not a trace of fear at her impending death. "Do not presume to tell me what to do woman." He barked at her.
She chuckled hoarsely, her throat abraded from all the crying, talking and laughing she had just done. "You see my dear Prince Vegeta, inside me I've installed a very deadly bomb." She explained, tapping a lined scar on her right hip. "If you were to blow me up now, your ki would detonate this little baby laying dormant in me. And we would all go boom." She raised a closed fist before him and opened it quickly as if illustrating an explosion while she smiled beautifully up at him. "The explosives I've made are powerful enough to take down this entire worthless Castle you revere so much. And then some."
Author's Note: Bulma's decision to ask Kakarot to lock her inside her cell and leave was because I wanted to show that even though Bulma is a complete bitch in this story she still has the ability to care for someone other than herself. In the previous chapter Kakarot showed this by knowing she wanted to protect him in her own selfish little way. Hopefully that will come into play in more detail a little later on.
I’m happy readers are enjoying this story, it's pretty dark and demented and Bulma and Vegeta's relationship wont be improving anytime soon but I can tell you this, in this unthinkable and horrific world that they live in the alliance that they forge will turn into one neither of them can break from ... nor would they want to!
Until next time, Happy Reading!!!
Nova.81
WARNINGS: TORTURE, BLOOD AND BAD LANGUAGE!
Revenge: An Earthling's Retribution
Chapter Four
Bulma's hands tried to grip the shiny metal of his shoulder armor but the material was slippery beneath her fingers. Her tiny feet were balancing precariously on the edge of a single stair, the sharp stone digging into her inner sole. Having kicked off her heels to run faster her feet were now completely bare.
As a savage smirk tilted the corner of his lips Vegeta removed her hands from his shoulders. Then he simply let her go. Her blue eyes widened as she fell back. Fortunately for her though there was no momentum in her fall and she hit a few steps hard before she was stilled. It didn't lesson the pain of bones on stone though. If anything she could have sworn her skull was fractured.
Bulma lay awkwardly upon three large steps and she was grateful for their width or she would have surely continued to tumble down the pile of stairs until she reached the bottom of the dungeon.
Vegeta came into her line of vision as he walked down a step or two to reach her. His white boots effortlessly carrying him towards her. His red cape moved behind him as he made his descent, all the while the blackest of black eyes she had ever seen bore into her.
He picked at her blue braid that dangled over the edge of a step and began to pull her body down the remainder of the stairs. Rock hard stone ruthlessly scraped at her skin while her feet and ankles knocked painfully against the hardness of the brick. At first she tried to pull back her hair from his grasp but his hold on the braid was secure. It only heightened the pain of her hair being tugged from her scalp. Her hands tried to hold onto something but the flatness of the steps made her attempts futile. She only managed to make her fingers burn from the scraping friction between flesh and stone.
Bulma's back arched whenever her spine hit against the sharp edge of a step and she cried out in pain. It was simply cruel being dragged down a flight of stairs by your hair. Then she noticed a treacherous smirk playing on his lips and she came to realise that the Prince was taking delight in causing her suffering. Instantly her protective barriers and walls of pride and determination were erected against his torture.
'I will not give him the satisfaction of hearing my pain. Witnessing my torment is more than enough for this disgusting being. Damn my traitorous heart for not making Kakarot stay with me until I was safely out of the Castle.'
In truth Bulma believed herself capable of escaping the Castle of Vegeta-sei as long as she could get past Nappa. She probably knew more about the fortress than the Saiyan Prince himself. After all she had planned her revenge for years now. She hadn't planned getting caught red handed though but she was planning on escaping without being noticed. She knew all she had to do was get away from Nappa and out of the dungeons without him tailing her.
When Kakarot had promised her Nappa would remain unconscious she had asked him to lock her cell and didn't stop him from leaving. 'Urgh, how dumb could I have been.' She inwardly berated herself.
If Kakarot were there to help her then he could have distracted Vegeta long enough for her to escape. But no, she had to talk herself into letting Kakarot leave because she feared for his safety. It was laughable certainly. He could have taken care of himself better than she could. And here she was facing being dragged down hard, cold, unrelenting stairs and wicked Saiyan Princes.
Years of hardening her heart against emotion and one conversation with a Saiyan dissolved all her own wickedness and she was unable to cover gaping holes in her plans. Damn her emotions. It would be the death of her if she continued to let it rule her. It was a weakness she could not afford now. She should have insisted Kakarot stayed. His death would have been for the greater good. After all, how many had she killed now for her "greater good" cause?
Thirty-seven. Yes, Bulma had been unknowingly counting each step as Vegeta ruthlessly pulled her back into the dungeons.
Upon reaching the pits beneath the Castle he ventured towards the still unconscious Nappa and stood before the huge guard. Vegeta pulled at her braid, lifting her up so she had no choice but to scramble to her knees. Her head throbbed with a cracking intensity, patches of her skin rubbed raw and she felt years of hatred swell in her heart until it threatened to consume her. Vegeta was trailing her around like a mutt on a leash. Demeaning, disgraceful and detestable were only some of the hundreds of words that continued to fuel her anger. Her hands were balled into tight fists at her side and she was glad her nails were short or they would no doubt be drawing blood from her palms.
She looked from Nappa to Vegeta to see the Prince's left eye twitch in irritation at the sight before him. He obviously didn't have a sense of humour; after all she thought it was quite funny.
She watched as a black spandex covered leg lifted and kicked at the chair that Nappa sat upon. The wood tumbled over and Nappa's beefy hands and legs thrashed wildly as he floundered in mid fall before he fell backwards onto the ground. His chair splintered into spikes of brokenness. Bulma instinctively grabbed the Prince's leg and ducked behind him to avoid being smacked by Nappa's limbs or pieces of wood. He however jerked his leg with annoyance causing her to release his muscular calf.
"Err …" Nappa trailed off as he jumped to his feet in shock and looked around him. Bulma was surprised he hadn't caused a crater from his jump considering his bulky size.
Through all her agonizing pain she couldn't help but crack a tiny smile at Nappa. An action that did not go unnoticed by the ever watchful Saiyan Prince, Vegeta.
Nappa's eyelids were coloured with a deep red coloured lipstick that made it seem like he was wearing eye shadow with his eyes open. His cheeks had round circles drawn on them and his lips were covered haphazardly with the same colour. On his large forehead two upside down V's were drawn from above his eyes towards his bald head. He resembled a very ugly lady devil.
As Nappa's brain finally seemed to catch up with his surroundings he scratched the back of his bald head. When he heard Vegeta growl out however his eyes nervously darted from her to Vegeta.
"You imbecile." Vegeta ground out. "While you were dozing on the job the wench here had broken through her cell and was making her way up the stairwell." Vegeta informed Nappa. Vegeta wasn't screaming and so she guessed he was controlling his voice through his gritted teeth.
Nappa's eyes widened before he bowed his head in shame and his shoulders slumped loosely around him. "Aww, I'm sorry Prince Vegeta."
This only made the Prince growl louder and more menacingly before he jerked his head towards the side. "Get out of here now. I will deal with you later." Vegeta ordered.
Nappa nodded before giving Bulma a menacing glare as if it were her fault he was in trouble with the Prince. At this Bulma calmly winked at him which earned her a vicious growl. 'Same to you buddy.' Her snarky self thought.
"Oh and Nappa." Vegeta called to the larger Saiyan as he made his way out of the dungeons. "Do look at a mirror when you're in your quarters won't you." Having to walk past any Saiyan with that face would be punishment enough. For now.
Bulma's momentary moment of happiness popped like a fragile bubble in the wind as the Prince released her hair and turned to face her. His eyes narrowed at her and she couldn't help but gulp in fear. She was rooted to the spot by his terrifying glare and she suddenly felt claustrophobic, alone with the Saiyan Prince, in the watch post of the dungeons. She almost wanted to call out to Nappa as Vegeta stared at her.
"Get up." He demanded and she obeyed without hesitation. After all being on her feet was better than being on her knees.
However the moment Vegeta took a step towards her she instinctively stepped back. He didn't stop though, he continued to walk towards her as she moved away from him. His coal black eyes seeming to spark from something she couldn't quite read. His face was void of all emotion, his aristocratic features at ease, not even a frown or scowl on his handsome face. As if he were entirely in his element.
Like an experienced predator he continued his path towards her until Bulma could go no further. Her back came into contact with the solidity of a wall. Its coldness seeming to seep through her dress reminding her of her mortality. Telling her there was no way out. Beckoning her to become one with it or suffer from the rock that was hurtling towards her.
She tried her damn-dest to melt into the hard stone but as Vegeta stopped right in front of her she knew the only way out was through the Saiyan Prince. A hand shot out faster than her eyes could register and gripped the back of her head. His strong fingers dug into her skull and she was sure they would make holes into her bones.
She desperately tried to shake her head from his hold but his fingers only tightened and her head began to throb painfully. She felt the tip of his sharp nose touch her cheek first and she froze. All thoughts of struggling ceased temporarily as her mind raced to try and analyse his actions.
Vegeta's nose trailed up the side of her cheek, towards her temple before lowering to rest against her cheek once again. His nostrils flared as he sniffed her skin and her eyes closed of their own accord. She felt his nose move away from her skin only to have a hot trail of moisture placed against her face. Her eyes shot open to see his dark eyes watching her intensely, curiously, while his thick tongue licked at her skin. Tasting, savouring, making her shiver in fear.
His head drew back slowly before he brought his lips towards her earlobe. His hot breath spiralled into her ear and her shoulder automatically lifted as if to shield her from his words. Or the press of his firm lips against her lobe. But his head remained firmly in place.
"You taste of fine skin, flowing blood and ample flesh." He breathed into her ear. His voice husky as if whispering erotic promises into her lobe and there was a sharp intake of breath from her.
His head moved away from her again so he could look at her and she wanted to punch him in his arrogant looking face. However she knew from experience his reflexes were far too quick for her. Instead she felt her hands clutching at his biceps. She looked down uncertainly and sure enough her hands were holding his arms as if she were relying upon him for strength. She frowned at her hands before releasing him and they balled into tight fists at her sides. He smirked at her reaction and his eyes lowered towards her lips.
The hand that wasn't holding her head firmly in place lifted to cup her chin. His gloved thumb caressed her skin before it stroked her lower lip. She frowned at him and he tugged at her lip until the pinkness inside and her bottom teeth were revealed to his onyx eyes.
"Interesting." She heard him murmur as if they weren't in the same room together let alone their bodies pressed intimately against one another.
Before she could make sense of his strange behaviour his mouth descended upon hers. His lips were firm and sensual, the kiss harsh and demanding like the man himself. She tried to move her head away from him but his hold on her was inescapable. Her clenched fists found their way between them and she tried to push at his chest but he did not even budge.
Instead his hot tongue dove past her lips forcefully. She couldn't stop him and he pried her teeth apart to access the cavern of her mouth. Her mind starting to panic, Bulma did the only thing she could. She bit down on his tongue as it glided around her mouth as if feasting on her flesh.
His head jerked back and he hissed slightly. But she doubted it was from pain as she was sure she hadn't bitten hard enough to draw blood. Well if he ever tried to kiss her again then she would make sure she bit of his tongue from his mouth. She venomously spat in his face.
Expecting him to attack her she saw only a feral smirk grace his lips as his free hand wiped at his face. He was beginning to become far too confusing for Bulma's already whirring mind to solve.
"I can play wild if you like." He taunted and her eyes widened at his words. This time she began to flay wildly in his arms trying to remove herself from his clutches. But it was of no use. As much as she struggled she couldn't break free from his inexorable hold.
Vegeta's hands shackled her wrists above her head and his strong legs held her own in between his. The only thing that seemed to be moving freely was her blue head. Thrashing from side to side in denial of his offer.
"Get away from me you bastard." She shrieked and he growled at her.
"I think I preferred you better when that pretty little mouth of yours was quite. Or pressed beneath my own." He told her lewdly and she made a disgusted noise in the back of her throat. "Enough."
One word. It wasn't screamed or demanded it was just said in an oddly calmed voice that defied their situation and Bulma couldn't help but remain still at his tone. He was only a head taller than her, sans his spikey hair, but somehow she felt as if he were towering over her. She doubted even Nappa would have been this intimidating. But she could sense the Saiyan Prince had an aura about him that radiated power and could only command fear and earn submission.
Once her pointless struggling was subdued she glared daggers at him. Her deep blue eyes almost turning an icy shade of hatred.
"Now tell me where it is?" He demanded and she frowned in confusion at him. Nothing he was saying or doing was making any sort of sense to her.
"I don't know what you're talking about you prick. You're crazy." Bulma told him boldly and truthfully.
Sensing her confusion but becoming frustrated none the less he growled at her. "The poison you whore. Where is it?"
At those words all his actions began to make sense to her. He was testing her for poison and she desperately wished she had been wearing some at the moment their lips had touched or that she had even had some with her at present. So he was still on about his father's death and he seemed to have figured out more about the cause.
"I don't know what you're talking about." This time she outright denied his accusations and shrugged at him.
"Oh you don't, do you. Well maybe we can jog your memory somehow." He smirked evilly at her and she was beginning to intensely dislike that characteristic about him. "After all, Kakarot did mention you were a great scientist of some sort."
Her eyes widened at his words and she feared of how much Vegeta had heard of Kakarot and her conversation. "How did you …" she trailed off.
He smirked arrogantly at her and she wanted to wipe it off his face. "I'll answer you and then you will answer me." He told her. "A game shall we say?"
She narrowed her eyes at him but nodded reluctantly after a few moments of silence. After all, she was a world class liar.
"I tried contacting Nappa but he didn't answer. Fortunately for me the buffoon always has the communication link on his scouter open to my link." Vegeta told her.
"But Nappa wasn't wearing a scouter." Bulma contradicted. Nor was Kakarot for that matter. Or Vegeta.
"Just because he wasn't wearing one doesn't mean he didn't have one on him." He explained as if she were a two year old who was having difficulty understanding a simple concept. "I was able to pick up quite a bit on how Kakarot first met you. Earth wasn't it." He taunted. "Such a worthless backwater Planet. It's better off being purged."
"Screw you." She cursed loudly.
"I don't do whores. Not like that third class." He told her coldly.
"Your father did." She shot back without thinking. He looked so much alike to the hateful Saiyan King. But there was something different about the Prince. It wasn't the absence of facial hair, lack of height on the Prince's part or the black of his eyes and hair that burned differently from his father's deep reddish brown colour. No, it was something more that defined him as an individual. What was it?
"To his downfall." Vegeta growled at her. "Now tell me how you managed to kill the old man before I kill you myself."
Bulma knew it wasn't an idle threat. He would most definitely kill her without blinking an eye. But she was grateful he obviously hadn't heard enough of her conversation with Kakarot to know that he had helped her somewhat in escaping. He was underestimating her because she was a woman. Something she could definitely use to her advantage. The Saiyans had made their biggest mistake by underestimating her. Her weakness became her strength, her gender became her armor, and her intelligence had always been her greatest weapon.
"I told you I don't know. One minute we were sitting down and then the next he was keeling over and dying." The moment he looked at her she knew he could tell she was lying. In fact she somehow knew he'd know the moment he had asked her the question. After his little taste test on her it was obvious he knew she had killed the damn King.
"Do not lie to me woman." He warned as his hands tightened on her wrists.
"How do you know I'm lying?" She challenged bravely and he bared his teeth at her. She wondered if like all snarling dogs on Earth if Vegeta's bark was bigger than his bite. This time it was Bulma who turned a devilish smirk on Vegeta. She would not let him control this situation no matter how much on the back foot she was. She refused.
At seeing this he stopped growling at her and relaxed his face and hold on her; though she could see his left eye still twitched irritably. "Woman it's all in those ridiculous eyes of yours."
Wanting to play with him a little for all the bruises she had on her body from the trek down the stairs she raised an eyebrow at him. "Really? And what do my eyes tell you Vegeta?" She asked seductively, turning charming blue eyes upon him.
"You dare speak my name you vile creature. It is not fit to pass your filthy lips or leave your disgusting tongue." He condemned.
Anger so sharp and fast; sparked through her like a live current was ignited by his words and she was surprised it hadn't electrocuted him. But it was there, crackling in the air between them, alive and palpable. She hated that he thought himself better than her. Even if he was the Prince of all Saiyans. They were all nothing but monkeys after all. "It wasn't very disgusting when you had your tongue stuck down my throat a minute ago you creep." She argued with him childishly.
She could have sworn she saw his eyes roll at her words but it must have been a trick of her mind. "I don't have time for you games or petty feminine ego woman. Right now your eyes spark anger and hatred at me, turning almost glacial. A moment ago you tried to mask all emotion and they remained naturally deep blue. But I could see them enlargen and almost lose their colour into blackness when fear enters you're pathetic body. In the midst of confusion they grow stormy as if unsure of being blue or a deep purple. Quite fascinating." He remarked, sounding almost bored with his assessment of her feelings. "Maybe I could dig them out later and embed them in my father's sarcophagus."
It wasn't his gruesome comment that had Bulma gasping but rather how well he had broken through her well placed mask by just looking into her eyes. No one in all her life had been able to read her eyes so accurately. She lowered her lids to hide from him. He wasn't having any of it though.
"I grow tired of this childish game." He told her before he released her. "If you aren't willing to speak when I ask you nicely then a little … persuasion is in order."
Her eyes immediately lifted to stare into his but she could not for the life of her figure him out. Before she could ask he stepped away from her. That wasn't good. She sank down a little not realising before that Vegeta's strength had been holding her slightly up against the wall. He lifted his right hand and pointed a finger at her. Blue ki sparked at his finger tip and he aimed at her chest. She closed her eyes and held her breath.
The moment the heat of the ki could be felt against her skin she gasped and had to bite down on her lower lip to stop from screaming bloody murder. The ball of ki trailed down her chest and in between the valley of her breasts, it seared her skin like a hot iron rod as it passed the middle of her stomach and reached the short length of her dress that ended above her knees. She arched as her dress was torn apart and Vegeta was before her again. He almost tenderly pried away the material to reveal her body clad only in a black bra and matching underwear.
She hated feeling like a whore, hated feeling this defenceless all over again but Bulma pushed her disgust aside. His thumbs purposely brushed her bare skin as he moved the material away from her body and she shuddered from his touch. He tugged harshly at her dress until it ripped of her shoulders. She mewled in protest but felt too defeated to speak.
He incinerated the material in his palms before he pushed her roughly towards the floor. Face down he displayed her bare back to his gaze. Her skin tingled from the intensity of his eyes on her almost naked body and she wanted desperately to be anywhere else but lying on a dirty stone floor below the cruel Prince Vegeta.
The breath whooshed out of her chest as he struck her bare back. Ki belt after ki belt was hit into her soft flesh. She could feel her skin beginning to open from the sharp bites of being whipped and she had to close her eyes. Close her eyes and try to ignore the pain he was inflicting and not picture the scars he'd leave on her skin. Her skin was by no means flawless but the odd blemish here and there would be nothing compared to the damage he would impose with each of his powerful blows. His marks would mar almost every inch of her back.
Bulma refused to cry, she did not want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry but the tears left her eyes of their own accord. With each sting she felt her eyes well up and the tears stream down her cheeks.
Suddenly the beating stopped and the Prince crouched down before her. She felt him run a finger down her bloody back. Vegeta's fingertip sticking in and out of every cut like a harpist playing the cords on his instrument. No sweet melody was heard though, only the broken sobs of Bulma. But she assumed that was as good as music to Vegeta's ears. Cries of terror. Then she heard him suck at his finger and she resisted the urge to vomit. She felt weak and drained from her blood loss and crying but she would not pass out.
"Exotic and sweet. Your blood would make a fine wine to enjoy woman." She didn't reply to his sadistic comments but she did release her lower lip from beneath her teeth. Biting into it had helped subdue her cries but she hadn't realised she had been tasting the metallic blood that seeped from the broken skin on her lip. It felt like a parallel comparison to Vegeta tasting her blood.
"You know." Vegeta broke through her nightmarish reverie. "Nion didn't remember the King requesting any female companions yesterday. She was sure she hadn't sent anyone out from her house. Although when I described you to her she was very surprised indeed. She seems very fond of you woman." He told her softly and Bulma's eyes closed in pain.
In the darkness of her mind she could see the ugly face of Nion who looked more manly than feminine, demanding Bulma bed four or five men a day. And refusal brought a stint of being dumped into a pit that housed Saiyan urine and feces from the whore house before it was let out to travel towards a sewage. Yes, as strong as Nion was, it wasn't her strength that scared Bulma. It was the vile woman's ability to ordain the most despicable punishment imaginable to ensure submission. Nion had an uncanny ability to expose every individual's weak point before using it against them. She had been extremely reluctant to sell Bulma but in the end Cabba had made an offer the greedy woman could not resist.
"You must be extremely good on your back whore." Vegeta continued to taunt Bulma. "I admire your courage. It's very … alluring." He told her darkly. "And I've been thinking, surely death is too small a price to pay for your actions. So this is what I suggest. You go back to Nion and continue to work there. And I will request your presence for my own use every night."
"I thought you don't do whores Vegeta?" She reminded him weakly, her throat burning from her pain. She didn't want to ever go back to the whore house. She would say anything not to go back there. Do anything.
"Oh but for you, I'd make an exception. You see Nion told me of your stubborn streak and how no one could break you. I think I've seen it here today for myself. You're a feisty one aren't you. I think I'm looking forward to the challenge woman." He chuckled darkly.
Bulma didn't want to go back to Nion's house. She didn't want to lie next to some overgrown pile of muscle day in and day out, welcoming a hundred different cocks inside of her. She refused to be beaten into submission or having to lie on her back and take what she was dealt in abuse. Or ride some disgusting intoxicated Saiyan who bruised every part of her he touched. She refused to be sterilized like a horse so she wouldn't mistakenly breed. She did not want to go back to the putrid pits of the whore house. She would not go back to eight years ago. She had worked too long and hard to get where she was. And she certainly did not want to be under the ruthless control of Vegeta every night.
Bravely, Bulma used Vegeta's pause in attack to sit up. She was relieved when he made no attempt to stop her. She dragged herself towards the wall and rested against it for comfort. The cool stone providing a small reprieve from the burning open wounds of her flesh.
"I kissed him to death." Bulma suddenly told Vegeta and his eyes narrowed on her. She looked defiantly back up at him. She didn't bother shielding her eyes from him. She left them unimpeded for him to witness the hatred she felt for his kind and the joy she had taken in murdering his father. "Oh it was beautiful. For everything that he did; destroying my home Planet and reducing me to this." She spat. "I was a heiress to a multi-billion dollar company On Earth. I was the fucking richest woman on my Planet. And I was beautiful and intelligent. What more could a woman want?" She laughed emptily at her lost destiny.
He didn't speak. Just continued to glare at her, his eyebrows drawing together in contemplation of her words and she was glad he offered no remark. She wasn't sure she could stop now that she had started. Eight years was a long time to keep this within yourself. Once the words leave your lips there's no hope of restraining them. The flood gates of her bitterness were broken and it spewed out venomously from her bruised and bleeding lips.
"And yet your kind continued to take from me. My innocence, my life, my everything. I wasn't free. I was enslaved as nothing but a body to play with. Earning my captives riches that I myself was robbed of. And then, as if that weren't enough you wanted to take my life from me. You sick creatures. Because of your ungodly strength you think it fair to prey upon a weaker race. But I refused to be weak. Through it all, a lesser person would have gone insane from what I've experienced. But where I lacked brute strength I trained my mind against you villainous creatures. And I vowed then that I would avenge my people and for all my suffering I would extract my revenge." She told him bluntly, honestly.
"It was never easy." Bulma continued. "Every day posed a different challenge. But finally I had your bastard father melting away into nothing but bones right before my eyes." At that she laughed and laughed and laughed. Its hollow sounds echoed in the dungeons and she could tell her outburst had stunned the Saiyan Prince. Then he frowned at her.
"I hope you meet him in the afterlife of hell." He told her and raised a hand against her again. This time his open palm showed a large ball of ki that was mockingly casting hues of light upon her battered self and darkened soul.
Bulma's maniacal laughter slowly quietened into quieter giggles before subsiding completely. Although a small smile still played on her lips. "Oh I wouldn't do what if I were you." She told him calmly.
Calmly enough for Vegeta to hesitate and postpone her fate. She showed not a trace of fear at her impending death. "Do not presume to tell me what to do woman." He barked at her.
She chuckled hoarsely, her throat abraded from all the crying, talking and laughing she had just done. "You see my dear Prince Vegeta, inside me I've installed a very deadly bomb." She explained, tapping a lined scar on her right hip. "If you were to blow me up now, your ki would detonate this little baby laying dormant in me. And we would all go boom." She raised a closed fist before him and opened it quickly as if illustrating an explosion while she smiled beautifully up at him. "The explosives I've made are powerful enough to take down this entire worthless Castle you revere so much. And then some."
Author's Note: Bulma's decision to ask Kakarot to lock her inside her cell and leave was because I wanted to show that even though Bulma is a complete bitch in this story she still has the ability to care for someone other than herself. In the previous chapter Kakarot showed this by knowing she wanted to protect him in her own selfish little way. Hopefully that will come into play in more detail a little later on.
I’m happy readers are enjoying this story, it's pretty dark and demented and Bulma and Vegeta's relationship wont be improving anytime soon but I can tell you this, in this unthinkable and horrific world that they live in the alliance that they forge will turn into one neither of them can break from ... nor would they want to!
Until next time, Happy Reading!!!
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