Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Torn ❯ Punishment ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: Much to my disappointment, DBZ does NOT belong to me.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 3

 

~Love of Vegeta~

 

 

 

 

Bulma woke up suddenly, banging her head on the wall she was resting against. For a moment she lost all sense of where she was, but then realised she was still in her kitchen, although it didn't look as such. The room seemed very unfamiliar, nothing was as it should. The table had been thrown off the floor under Vegeta's power, now laying upside down besides her, and the window was no more then a hole in the wall, as was the doorway. A blanket of shattered glass covered the tile floor, some of it impaling her legs leaving dark red stains on her pale skin. Some of the more serious cuts still flowed with a lighter shade of scarlet.

 

Bulma was just beginning to wonder what had awoken her, when she was answered by the dark figure that entered just then. Vegeta's body was covered in blood, and yet he was not injured in the slightest. Even his face was splattered with the crimson liquid. His expression was that of total indifference, the state of the room and of her so obviously in his view, and yet failing to bring about any change in his demeanour.

 

"V-Vegeta?" she asked in a tiny voice, completely taken aback by his gruesome appearance, and also by the fact that he looked so calm about it all. At her almost inaudible words, Vegeta finally seemed to acknowledge her presence, shifting his empty eyes upon her body. He just stared in her direction for a few seconds, before his eye twitched and his gaze suddenly turned cold. He turned his face away from her, and moved towards the kitchen sink. Glass crunched beneath his feet. Bulma got to her feet shakily and stared at his back.

 

"Oh my god... What have you done?" she whispered in horror. Her aching legs quivered beneath her causing her to seek help from the wall. Vegeta stiffened visibly in response to her voice and replied in cold contempt, true hate rasped through a tight jaw.

 

"Exactly what I wanted to do to you last night." he answered. "You'd just better keep out of my way, woman." He pulled off his blood soaked gloves with his teeth, causing Bulma to gasp and earning her a nasty sneer from Vegeta. Suddenly, the true horror of his words hit her.

 

"Oh, my god please say that you haven't!?" she cried. Vegeta ignored her and began to wash the blood from his face and body. She walked over to him, the pain in her legs forgotten, and the feel of glass shredding the soles of her feet ignored.

 

"Vegeta?!" she said louder. He stopped what he was doing and slowly turned his body around to face her.

 

"You anger me again, woman, and it will be at the cost of your blood." He watched her gasp and begin to back away.

 

"That's it Vegeta, that's it! I'm not - I can't.. oh my god, I can't believe this!" she stuttered. She felt faint, she couldn't believe this was happening! He'd just killed someone! Vegeta sneered and turned his back to her. The water from the taps flowed pink off his hands.

 

"No..." she whispered. "NO! I'm not dealing with this anymore!!" she yelled. "I'm leaving!" He froze suddenly, and spun around to face her, his eyes narrowed in anger.

 

"Oh no you're not!" he growled threateningly. Bulma turned and began to run for the door. She'd taken barely taken two steps when he appeared in front of her, causing her to slam into him. He grabbed her fiercely by the top of her arms and pushed her against the wall.

 

"You're not going anywhere, woman!" he yelled.

 

"Get off me!" she screamed. "You bastard, I SAID GET OFF ME!" She pounded at his chest and began to thrash under his hold. "YOU'RE A MONSTER! YOU HEAR ME? A MONSTER!!" He quickly grabbed her face in his hand and turned it to face him. His grip brought tears to her eyes as his fingers squeezed the cheek where he'd struck her the night before.

 

"You're right woman," he growled. "I am a monster and I don't give a shit!" he thrust her head up to look directly into his dark eyes. "And it's about time you accepted that." Bulma pushed down her fears and glared back into those murderous depths. She wasn't going to let him do this to her anymore. She was scared but her eyes burned with a new fire. He'd just given her the excuse she needed, and she could not deny it any longer. Things had to change, and if he wouldn't, then she would.

 

"You be whatever you want, saiyan," she hissed causing Vegeta's eyes to widen slightly. "But I don't want anything to do with it!" He seemed to be left speechless for a few moments, just glaring at her with those hate filled eyes that seemed to burn into her soul. Suddenly, he smirked. A sadistic and horrible smirk she had not seen on his face since Namek.

 

"So, there's still some fight left in you." he chuckled. "I must admit, you are a stubborn little bitch, and it was quite amusing for a while." His face fell back into a dangerous frown. "But I think it's about time you learnt your place." He threw her onto the glass covered floor, the tiny sharp pieces cut into her back and the back of her head. Her arms and elbows also caught some of the pieces and were beginning to drip with fresh blood. She cried out in pain.

 

"Serves you right, bitch." he spat advancing on her. "You fuck that pathetic low-classed clown even as you bare my mark on your neck!! And you think I'm just going to let you leave?!" Bulma tried to lift her self up, when her head was smashed against the glass-covered tiles by his boot. Bulma opened her mouth and let out a horrible ear-splitting scream. Glass imbedded itself into the back of her skull, staining her light blue hair with thick blood. She began to cry, loud agonising sobs.

 

He grabbed her by the front of her shirt and lifted her off the floor and up to eye level.

 

"You will pay dearly for your disloyalty, woman." he said in a deathly tone.

 

"V-Vegeta I didn't do anything, p-please just let me go!" she cried.

 

"SHUT UP!" he yelled. Bulma shut her mouth and just whimpered quietly. "I'm not through with you yet!" he snarled and threw her at the wall. He pointed two fingers at her from which two hoops blasted from his finger tips and trapped her wrists against the wall. He watched her struggle against his restraints, arousal and battle lust clearly shown in his obsidian eyes.

 

"Now, what punishment shall we try first?" he asked himself, putting a finger to his mouth and pretending to be in thought. A smirk touched his lips. "I know." he said, taking a step towards her bleeding body.

 

"V-Vegeta, w-why are you doing this? What's wrong with you?!" she sobbed. Vegeta's face expression suddenly hardened.

 

"Nothing is wrong with me." he said, although it sounded like it was more to himself then to her.

 

"Y-yes there is.." she stuttered, her voice breaking under the pain of her body. "You n-never used to b-be like this..." Vegeta lowered his head to gaze at the floor by her feet, his fists were clenched at his sides and he seemed to be in thought, his eyes emotionless. "Please, what have I done? T-tell me what's wrong.." she cried. Vegeta's eyes suddenly narrowed and his gaze turned nasty once again. He snapped his head up to look at her.

 

"Quiet!" he snapped. "I told you, there is nothing wrong with me!"

 

"Yes there is!" she shouted. "You used to be different, you would never have hit Trunks before, o-or do th-this to me!" he balled his fists and began to walk up to her.

 

"SHUT UP, NOW!" he roared, coming face to face with her. Bulma lowered her head and cried quietly.

 

"You used to love me." she whispered. He froze, and stepped back.

 

"No." he said. "NO! I do not have such useless emotions! This is what I am! I am a warrior! A Prince!" he shouted.

 

"No Vegeta." she said, lifting her head to look at him. Her big sapphire eyes were wet and full of pain and sorrow. "You are a Father! You are a part of a family, and my mate! And you did love us, I know you did!" He narrowed his eyes into slits and gritted his teeth.

 

"No. I. Didn't." he growled.

 

"Then why did you sacrifice your life to destroy Buu, Vegeta?! Surely a great 'warrior' doesn't care about the fate of such a 'weak, pathetic' planet!"

 

Vegeta suddenly looked very strange... He stared at her, and then slowly around the room, like he didn't know where he was. And then he looked at himself, staring at the palms of his hands. He turned to her again, and walked up to her, this time his face emotionless. He raised his hand out in front of him. Bulma closed her eyes tightly but instead of a blast she felt the hoops of energy around her wrists disappear. He caught her in his arms when she fell, and put her back on her feet. Although his grip was tight, it was not painfully so.

 

"Do you love me woman?" he asked. Bulma stared in disbelief.

 

"What? Yes of course I do!" she said with relief in her voice. Vegeta looked at her for a short time, a mask of pure calm indifference on his face.

 

"Too bad, woman," he said. Bulma's face suddenly fell into that of confusion. "Because I don't love you." His face still remained emotionless and his eyes empty. "You disgust me, you and that pathetic brat of yours. You disgrace me." He turned his back on her and walked towards where the back door once was.

 

"Oh, and woman?" he said, turning his face just slightly to look at her. "You ever look at another man again, and I will fuck you up so bad your life won't be worth living." Bulma watched him turn and leave through the door, mortified by what had just happened. He walked across the lawn to the Gravity Room. Red light flooded the GR within moments and she began to hear the tell-tale hum of the intense gravity within.

 

Bulma waited where she stood, everything that was happening, everything that had happened, still sinking in. She stood for a while, waiting for Vegeta to get into his training so he wouldn't be paying attention to the house. When she was sure of this, she tiptoed out of the room, trying to avoid the dangerous state of the floor, and half limping with her injuries.

 

The comfort of a plush carpet soon met with her feet. She moved as fast as she could up to her room, finding the stairs a difficult obstacle. Once inside her room, which was in no better state then the kitchen, she sat on her pillow and hesitantly began to pluck out most of the glass from her arms and legs. There were some particularly large shards of glass embedded into her back and thighs that she didn't have the bravery to remove, and some were too small to extract without the help of tweezers. The back of her head was matted in blood, and she couldn't even bare to touch it. She felt faint and sluggish, but managed to salvage some clothes from her wardrobe, and some capsules which she'd hidden beneath her mattress. The bed was upturned, which made finding them a difficult task, but she managed it at last.

 

She retrieved one of her several cell phones she had lying about the house, and dialled the Son's house number. Much to her relief, it was Goku who answered.

 

"Hello?" he asked cheerily. Bulma had no time for idle chit-chat. Her vision was blurring and the pain in the back of her head quickly affecting her state of mind.

 

"Goku, listen carefully-" she began.

 

"Bulma? What's wrong?" he asked.

 

"Listen! I can't talk long. I want you to completely hide your energy, and use your Instant Transmission technique to get here right now!" No sooner had she finished her sentence when Goku flickered into existence before her. The impact of the status of the room and more worryingly of her own condition quickly showed up on his face. But she had no time for this.

 

"Take me to your house," she said quickly before he had a chance to say anything. "I'll explain later!" He nodded and placed a hand on her shoulder. Bulma's stomach lurched as her room faded and was replaced by the Son's kitchen. She felt disoriented for a while, but quickly adjusted to her new surroundings. That was until the colours of the Son's kitchen began meshing into each other and darkening. She stumbled, and was suddenly met with the floor.

 

"OH, MY GOD BULMA!" She heard the shrill voice of Chi-chi behind her, and that was when everything went black.

 

 

 

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That's the end of Chapter 3… Is anyone reading this anymore? Comments anyone?

 

Please don't make me beg..... *in hopeful voice* I'll get the next chapter out sooner if you review… Hello?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

~Love of Vegeta