Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Unknown Merciful One ❯ Rape ( Chapter 1 )

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

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ!!!!!!


A/N: I hope that all of you that read this fic like it just as much as my friends like it!

!WARNING! Continent may be unsuitable for children and some queasy adults. This story contains Sex, Violence, and Cursing! HAVE FUN!




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The Unknown Merciful One

CHAPTER 1

RAPE

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"YAMCHA, NO! PLEASE!" Bulma cried as she was forcefully pushed back into her boyfriends apartment.

"Shut up! And give me what I want Bitch!" Yamcha screamed at Bulma as he violently unzipped her dress. A tear fell down Bulma's face as she tried to push Yamcha off her. "NO! YAMCHA PLEASE! PLEASE Bulma's DO THIS! PLEASE!" Bulma choked out in a sob.

"No! Yamcha please Bulma's do it! Shut up you whore and give me what I wanted from you in the beginning!" Yamcha mocked her as he forced her onto the bed and pinned her down. Towering over her his 'fun' began.

After being violently raped Bulma tried to contain herself. Softly sobbing into her hands, half naked. " Stop your crying you incompetent bitch!" Yamcha chuckled then walked over to her and slapped her full across the face.

Blood slowly trickling down Bulma's delicate Ivory flesh as she tried to speak. "L-let m-me g-go home." Bulma finally managed to say while trying to stand and cover her exposed body. She wiped the blood that was now accumulating at the corner of her lips, stunned at the fact he had hit her. The metallic taste of blood was strong in her mouth. He had never acted like this before why did he start now?

Yamcha quickly got dressed then walked over to Bulma "I'm sorry Bulma I don't know what got into me. Please forgive me and don't say anything about this to your friends. You wouldn't want your loving boyfriend to go to jail now would you?" He said with sarcasm and fake sorrow written across his face.

"Please!" Bulma choked out trying to keep her freshly built tears from spilling to her already tear stained face. "Y-Yamcha l-let me go h-home. I-I s-swear I w-will tell n-no one!" With a fascinated smile Yamcha grabbed her by the hair and stood her up "That's right I know you wont!" Yamcha said, Then spat in he face and hit her again. "Because if you do you wont live to see any thing past that!" Yamcha laughed evilly. He knew Bulma was weak and would be easy pray, But he also knew that her friends would do anything to protect her.

Glazed uneasy eyes looked up into Yamcha's lust filled ones. He was looking her up and down and he looked ready to pounce on her again. Her glazed uneasy eyes quickly clouded with fear and hate like a scared little child trapped between a rock and a hard place. Her innocents had be taken. "not much time before your stupid little friends call for you and when your aren't there they will start looking for you. So put your damn clothes on and get the fuck out of my house!....But", he said, then got a tight grip on her throat, "remember not a word or I will kill you! Got it?!?" He screamed at her then threw her to the ground and kicked her in the ribs.

Bulma cowered holding her knees tightly to her chest. Heart broken and tears streaming from her eyes. She slowly got up, looking around the room for her clothes. After blinking away pained tears she spotted her dress laying on the floor carelessly thrown there while Yamcha had his 'fun' with her.

She slowly advanced toward the dress lying on the floor, then stopped. Every part of her body produced pain but it was mostly coming from between her legs that stopped her in mid step. She put her hands on her thighs and started to cry uncontrollably. "God help me!" she said in a low whisper so that Yamcha, who was in the bathroom fixing his hair, would not hear her. She slowly limped her way to the dress and then slowly bent don to get it. She then slipped it on and tried to zip up the back but was in to much pain. Suddenly she felt to hands snake their way around her slim waste. Bulma knew who this was and was disgusted at the thought of what he had done to her.

It made her sick! Nassau consumed her. She felt the acid rise in her throat but swallowed it back down. She would not let him get the better of her now. Tears started to fall again and the now dried blood made the tears that ran over it run slightly red. Not a deep crimson red that blood usually is but a light red like the color of water that you would have boiled rose petals in. (Without the sweet sent)

She felt one of his hands move up and zip the back of her dress then turn her around to face him. She looked up into his eyes and the feeling of fear and hate consumed her heart. What love she had ere felt for this man was surely doused by his actions. He smiled then kissed her tears welled in her eyes again threatening to spill but she fought them. She would try not to let him see her cry again today. When he would take most pride out of his work. She felt the acid rise and start to burn her throat again. She broke away from the unwanted kiss and ran into the bathroom. She threw up everything she had eaten that day, then sat there and started to sob into her hands quietly.

Yamcha, who was disgusted by this point, stood at the door and said, "You dare to disgust me with such treatment?!? I have a good mind to kill you now!" Yamcha smiled evilly as a look of terror crossed Bulma's tear stained face.

She wiped her mouth and stood. "No I don't think I will though. You were a good fuck. I think I would enjoy you being there when my other whores aren't!" He laughed then walked out of the room. Bulma washed her face and hands then slowly made her way out of the bathroom.

"Y-Yamcha, p-please let me go h-home." Bulma said as best she could, while trying to fight back tears. She was in shock and didn't know why he was doing this. Why would someone that loved her do this to her.

Yamcha saw the pained and puzzled look on her face. "You better not be debating weather or not you are going to tell someone!" Yamcha screamed at her knocking her to the floor with a swift blow to the stomach. Bulma fell to her knees and tears started to flow. No matter how hard she tried to keep them from falling, she just couldn't stop them. Bulma looked up to face her attacker. She knew he had a temper but he never took it out on her. He never hit her or made her have sex with him. He was always so nice.

He never really made her do anything. It wasn't until now that he showed any rough emotion towards her. Apparently she would feel the wounds he had inflicted more later then now. Sure it hurt bad but it would hurt even more when she got home and had to back to work. She would have to pretend that nothing was wrong.

Her flawless skin battered and bruised was not so flawless anymore. She sat up painfully and looked on in a trace like state. She was brought back to her senses by Yamcha picking her up by her hair. She dared to let one whimper of pain escape her lips.

That was one of the biggest mistakes she could have made. Yamcha smiled "Did that hurt dear? Did it hurt more then being raped and cheated on by the man you thought loved you?" Yamcha laughed cruelly.



A/N: What will Bulma's response be to this? Find out next chap! (which should be up in like another day!).........If you have any questions about my fic feel free to ask!! Your questions will be answered!.....By the way PLEASE REVIEW!