Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Seducing Vegeta ❯ The Party ( Chapter 4 )

Seducing Vegeta

WARNING, RATED R: This fan fiction article thing contains strong language, crude humor, sexual references, a couple other things, and in this chapter, attempted forced sex. (NOT FOR YAUMCHA LOVERS) Not nessicarily rape though. Hopefully you all will enjoy this, those of you who are not offended by scenes like that at least.

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Seducing Vegeta

Part IV

The Party

Goku

Boy, am I glad that's over! I thought that the whole plan might not work out! After all of these days of scheming, I was starting to wonder what the outcome might be.

It all started a couple of days ago when I made that bet with Vegeta. I knew that the principal would be fired from the school in a couple of days, and that the replacement would be light on rules. Mrs. Breifs was never too strict anyways. After talking with 18, the plan with the party all started to work. Once we were all about to head out to this party that these guys were starting, than she would come and pick up Krillin so that Vegeta would have to fly with a girl.

I think that I freaked him out a little when I winked at him. Note to self: Wink at Vegeta whenever possible. It bugs him, and hopefully we will be able to study his noticeably developing right-eye twitch within a couple of weeks.

While we were flying and on our way to the bash, it seemed that Vegeta kind of kind of likes Maria. They were fooling around and laughing and stuff on the other side of our fleet to the party. Maybe Vegeta will finally have a girlfriend! That would be great! Like I said to him before, it may take the broom out of his ass that he has had there for so long.

I hope Yaumcha behaves himself at this party tonight. The last time that all of us went to a party he drank a few too many shots and he started flirting with every girl in the place and he thought that this brunette girl was his girlfriend. I really don't want that to happen again, it made Bulma really upset and plus Chichi knocked me over the side of the head with a frying pan because she said that I should have been watching him more closely. It's hard to keep track of that Yaumcha!

"Goku? Hello? Is someone home?" Chichi's statement interrupted my thoughts.

"Oh, hey Chichi what is it?"

"I have only been wondering where this party is for the past twenty minutes of flying! Where are we going?"

"We are almost there! I swear, Chichi."

"Ok….I'm cold though." Chichi said as she snuggled closer to me. I couldn't help from blushing but no one else seemed to notice. At least I hope not.

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Vegeta

That baka Kakarott needs some self-control. Even if his harpy woman touches him, he melts into a pathetic puddle. Honestly.

I am starting to feel strange with this Maria woman. She is making me feel the same way that I felt when the woman was outside wearing that strange attire. I must investigate this feeling further. I am not supposed to have feeling anyways! Weakling humans with their foolish emotions…

"We're here!" Kakarott finally stated after all of us had been flying in silence for the past half hour.

"Finally…"

We began to fly closer and closer to the ground until we finally touched down. This party seemed to be pretty interesting... Hopefully its looks precede itself.

Bulma

Finally we have arrived at the infamous party! The place was loaded with every kind of person imaginable. Lights flashed everywhere, even before we entered the door. When we did finally go inside, we were greeted by a blast of wind, and before we knew it, we were head deep in a sea of people, with Trapt blasting deafeningly from the speakers, and fog floating over the mass of about five hundred people.

Everything was there; drugs, liquor, music, and my favorite, dancing! While Chichi and I headed over to the dance floor, Yaumcha went off somewhere (probably trying to find the food) and Goku with Vegeta and Maria went off to the bar. Chichi and I rocked out for what seemed like forever, and then we went to go off and find the group.

We found them; Goku drunk, Vegeta embarrassed that Goku was drunk, and Maria, in awe of Vegeta's every move, which he didn't seem to mind her watching.

"Where's Yaumcha?" I asked.

"We had ssbetter ssgo… sssCharlie isss all over dis plasss! We hassd bettahs get outta heahs! Wehas gonnas git bombded!" Goku said with a blotchy face and a grin that made him look sadistic.

"He went that way!" Maria said with relish as she pointed over to the other side of the room. I couldn't see him, but I thanked the group and left Chichi to attempt to sober up Goku. I could still hear the conversation in the background.

"How much did he drink?"

"Enough to make him look even more like an idiot than he already did."

"….Daddy?!"

"No, Goku, this is Maria. That's Vegeta, and that's Chichi.

"Cccchi cccchi? Doesn't that mean boobies?"

"Hey, for once Kakkarott is right, that IS what it means!"

"Vegeta, you are going on a one way trip to hell if you don't SHUT YOUR PIEHOLE!"

"Ooh, such big words for such a small weakling woman!"

"Vegeta don't you dare even think about it!"

"Ssseeee? I told you it meant boobiesss, but yousss wouldn't lisssen! You jusss had to go blaaahdy blahhdy blahh yet you were as drunk as hellllll....…." Goku's last words were carried with him as he dropped to the floor of the party, unconscious. Vegeta's finger was still in the air, which was a little bit red at the end of it, which indicated that it had caused a blow to the body somewhere.

"YOU BASTARD! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO HIM?" Chichi screamed at him.

"Yeearch, are you trying to make my ears bleed? I improved it! I pushed a pressure point at the back of his thick head! Now he doesn't talk at all, and he should wake up fully sober! Ignorant woman…" Vegeta stalked off with Maria skipping along, following closely behind.

I shook my head and headed towards the other side of the room where the group said that Yaumcha was headed. When I got there, I noticed that it was totally different than the other side of the room. It was right in front of the fog machine, causing me not being able to see very far in front of me. I knocked into two or three couples who seemed to be…busy… very busy.

I finally saw Yaumcha in a group of guys that I didn't even know. I went over him and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around, and already I could see that he wasn't in a very good state of mind. He was wasted. His eyes were glazed over and half closed, and he had a joint in his hand that he hadn't finished smoking.

"YAUMCHA! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU! WE FINALLY GET TO A NICE PARTY AND YOU RU..." I didn't get to finish because he harshy clapped his hand over my mouth and shushed me.

"Shh…. They'll hear you!" Yaumcha said only loud enough so that I could hear him.

"Wha-?" Again before I could say anything, he grabbed me by the arm and twisted it around to follow him.

"OUCH! YAUMCHA WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" I screamed at him, but he only looked back at me. The look that he had in his eyes, it scared me down into my bones. "YAUMCHA…?"

He only looked back at me in a manner, which I had just realized… of hunger and lust. He was extremely tense, and his hands shook as he continued to grip my arm tightly. I couldn't escape from his grasp, and he finally took me to another part of the party. I realized that curtains separated the area, and I could see the ghostly shadows of people on the other side in different positions. I cringed as I attempted to try to make Yaumcha let go, but he just gripped me harder, leaving a blue mark where he had gripped me a second ago. I was quite aware of Yaumcha's intentions, but the thing that I was not quite sure of was, why would he be thinking about this while he was wasted?

We finally came to a curtained area with an empty cot, which Yaumcha threw me upon. I could tell that someone else had been on this bed due to the secretions on the seams of the bed and the smell of sweat imbedded into the mattress. I curled up into a ball with fright, screaming at Yaumcha, and waiting for him to come to his senses and let go of me.

SLAP

I screamed with more surprise and terror than I had ever before. Yaumcha had given me a straight slap to the cheek, with all of his strength. He held my head in place so I could take the full blow. "AAAHHH! YAUMCHA! PLEASE! NO!" I screamed as tears poured down my cheeks, desperate that he would rethink what was happening. Suddenly, he looked intently into my eyes and I stopped squirming.

He looked deep into my eyes with so much intensity that it was unnerving. It was like he was looking into my secret thoughts and feelings, and also my plan to get out of the tangled situation that I was in now. Almost with instinct, Yaumcha drew back his hand, and my eyes widened in fear as he struck me on the side of my head. I was thrown backward by the blow, and I hit the hard brick wall behind the back curtain.

There was pain in my eyes as I strained to open them again, and I smelled the blood in my vomit as I threw up from his heavy blow to my head. I screamed and kicked and screamed louder, and then darkness overtook me. The last thing that I remember was Yaumcha standing over me with the same blank look and the smell of blood in my nostrils.

`Bulma, whatever you do, don't wake up to experience the terrors that could be happening to you. Don't wake up… Don't wake up…' I thought to myself before I passed out, out cold.