Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Torn ❯ Used ( Chapter 8 )

 

A.N: Many thanks to Authoress Raine (a.k.a Raine 321?), Mela989898 (a.k.a Mela?), Aiyana and Tainted-Lurv for your comments on the last chapter. Very much appreciated. Wow, twenty-four reviews... I'd be sooo happy if I had 30.. *hint, hint*

 

*sigh* Not happy at all with the length of this chapter...

 

 

Disclaimer: Don't remind me....

 

 

 

Chapter 8

 

~Love of Vegeta~

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bulma pushed the hover craft as fast as it would go, shooting through the air at a speed that would rival even Goku's. Her heart pounded in her chest, pumping the blood to her ears as the two light yellow dome buildings came into view.

 

 

She hovered to a not so gentle touchdown outside the Capsule Corps building. Her home, and yet, she dreaded its very appearance, of the conflicting emotions and memories it would bring, and of the present situation that would forcibly bring her back to reality.

 

 

She uncovered and jabbed at the button that was hidden beneath a hatch on her hover craft, and awaited the momentary poof of fog as its huge mass compacted into that of a small cylinder object, which she pocketed. She took slow, meaningful steps over to once back entrance of her 'home', cautiously keeping her eyes glued to the floor for any twigs that might snap beneath her feet.

 

 

She stopped in the doorway and released the breath she'd been holding, the state of the inside building once again bringing her back to the enormity of the situation, and of the danger that awaited her. A step inside, and the almost ear-splitting cracking of glass slashed through the silence, freezing her in her tracks. The aching in her inflated lungs reminded her to breath, and she proceeded further into the dismantled kitchen, though much more aware of the sharp pieces of material splayed over the grey tiled floor.

 

 

She felt a disturbing mixture of worry and relief as she discovered the room to be devoid of any life... or death. The fact that she must sneak further into the building, a cause for her worry, and yet relief also that she had yet to encounter the two main causes of her fear; Vegeta… or a corpse. She prayed the latter of her worries would prove unnecessary, and delved further into the room.

 

 

She pushed back all recent memories that the room dragged to the surface, and allowed some relief when she finally reached the hallway. The carpet aided her stealth, and she walked faster down to the first door she met. It led to the main room, and she was quite surprised when she realised she hadn't seen it since the day before last. Yet she was even more surprised when her first sight of the room almost leaded her to believe she had stumbled across the wrong place.

 

 

For what once was the main room, was now just a clutter of torn and broken furniture. The television set seemed salvageable, though upturned and about four meters from its allocated position. She stepped deeper into the wreckage, and noticed the back of a yet to be demolished sofa at the edge of the room.

 

 

She had to practically stuff her fists into her mouth to stifle the hysteria of sobs that began to choke from her throat, as she identified the tangled heap of limbs sprawled upon the sofa. Blood formed a crimson stream from his mouth, flowing down to the dark purple-blue marks on his neck. The rise and fall of his chest was so inconspicuous that for a moment she feared the worst.

 

 

She ran over to the bundled form of her only son and knelt on the floor besides his body, hugging his head in her lap. Tears began to drench her eight year old son's face as she rocked him back and fourth.

 

 

"Oh my god, Trunks I am so sorry." she whispered into his lavender locks. She paid little attention to the door behind her as it was opened and his presence filled the room.

 

 

"So glad you could make it." his sarcasm cut through the room.

 

 

"How could you do this? How could you do this to our son?!"

 

 

"Oh it was quite easy." She swore that she could actually hear his smirk in that sentence. "Come here." His voice became colder, more threatening and demanding in that last sentence. Bulma paid no heed to this, the well being of her son taking priority over her fears of the man behind her as she searched her pockets for the sensu Goku had given her earlier. She suddenly felt an intense heat behind her and the room was illuminated. She turned her head around to face the pulsing sphere of blue-white energy in a gloved hand.

 

 

"W-what are you doing?!" she screamed, protecting her son with her own body.

 

 

"When I tell you to do something, woman, you do it, understand?" She nodded and the glowing orb shrunk and vanished. "Good. Now come here." She shakily got to her feet and took a single step towards him, and stopped. He cleared the remaining space between them, and took her chin in his hand. Bulma's heart rate quickened and she held her breath as those remorseless dark depths devoured her.

 

 

"Why so afraid?" he asked in a deceitfully soft voice, purposely breathing hot air on her face making her shudder.

 

 

"You know why.." she whispered weakly in a quivering voice. He wrapped a strong arm around her waist, drawing her body into his, and smirked at the discomfort it brought her.

 

 

"You have no need to fear me woman." he said softly, and rubbed his gloved thumb along her bottom lip. "Your punishment is over now. As long as you behave," he smirked. "Then you are quite safe." He held her firmly beneath her chin and locked his lips onto hers, taking advantage of her shock and entering her mouth with his tongue. She turned her mouth away from his, but he proceeded to kiss her neck.

 

 

"V-Vegeta I can't do this, Trunks-"

 

 

"Won't be awake for a long time, I assure you." He tangled his hand in her hair and allowed his other to travel down to cup her butt. Bulma placed her hands on his shoulders and tried to push him away.

 

 

"Vegeta please, he needs a sensu! We need to give him one first-"

 

 

"NO, you do as I say first!!" he yelled and pushed her over to the wall. "Take off your clothes!" he snapped, pulling back just enough for her to comply and began to strip himself of his armour.

 

 

"No, I can't do this with you while you're like this!" she said pushing back as far into the wall as she could. His face turned murderous. He grabbed her throat, bringing her face millimetres from his own.

 

 

"You can, and you will. Whether you do it smiling or screaming is up to you. Now do as I say." He tightened his grip and then released her neck, taking a half step back to allow her some room. She gulped and slowly began to take off her clothes. Vegeta's intense gaze never left her as she did so, and when she was done he pushed her onto the floor, covering her body with his own and entering her roughly. He thrusts slow and hard as he worked up a rhythm. She bit her lip and opened her legs, trying to lessen the pain.

 

 

This was it. No gentle caresses. No kisses or touching. Just this. Her hands were griping his shoulders as he moved himself inside of her. She felt no pleasure, she couldn't, not when it brought up the fresh pain of the last time he'd touched her, and not whilst the unconscious face of her eight year old son glared at her from the other side of the room. And that made it all the more painful. But he didn't care.

 

 

Vegeta's face was pressed into her neck, his hands not on her but gripping the carpet either side of her head. She was being used, she knew. The loud grunts and moans in her ear reminded her of that. This wasn't about her; it was about him, his pleasure. She didn't matter.

 

 

The area between her legs began to hurt when his thrusts became more urgent and harder. He was nearly finished with her. She focused on the ceiling, tears silently trickling down her cheeks as he released, biting down hard on the soft flesh of her neck, right over the mark of their bondage. The symbolism didn't go unnoticed.

 

 

He pulled out of her quickly like she was something disgusting he didn't want to touch, stood and picked up his armour. No contented sigh or smile, no sweet embrace, just the sight of his back as he changed.

 

 

She wiped her cheeks, knowing it would make him angry to see her cry, and reached for her discarded attire. She changed quickly, not missing the small stain of her son's blood on her top.

 

 

Vegeta had finished changing and watched her from the corner of his eye as she stumbled over to her son's form, placing her only sensu bean in his small mouth. She pushed it to the back of his throat with her finger, his reflexes kicking in and he swallowed. She felt his muscles clench as he jerked awake.

 

 

"...Mom?" he whispered looking disorientated for a while.

 

 

"It's alright Trunks, I'm here baby." she cried in relief hugging him tightly.

 

 

"Get on your training clothes, boy, and go into the Gravity Room." Vegeta's voice ordered behind them. She felt Trunks freeze, and covered his mouth with her hand lightly.

 

 

"Please, just do as he says." she whispered into his ear. Trunks looked at his mother, his young blue eyes looking at her in fear as he nodded uncertainly, noticing the worry in his mother's tone.

 

 

He got up and moved quickly from the room, moving in a wide circle around his father and hurried through the door. Bulma stood and moved to follow her son out the room, when she was pulled back roughly.

 

 

"Try to escape and you'll regret it." he threatened in a low voice, his glare speaking more than his words. He pushed her away from him and walked before her out of the room. Bulma waited in the darkness as she heard them both wordlessly leave through the kitchen, and then exited.

 

 

She felt drunk walking up the long stairway. She watched her feet climb the stairs one step at a time, feeling as though she were walking up a descending escalator. It had become dark without her realising it, but she didn't turn on a light and made her way through the darkness to a guestroom, her own room still in a state.

 

 

The red glow of the GR filled the room through the balcony window. She walked in a dreamlike state to her bed, and collapsed, too exhausted to undress or lift up the covers, and was asleep but a few seconds later.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Another short chapter sorry, but my old pal Writer's Block has come for a visit, so I don't think the chapters will be longer until he goes away. If you have any ideas or suggestions, tell me, WB doesn't like them and he might leave if you do.

 

My Desktop Vegeta keeps smirking at me and it's annoying... Maybe if I get a grumpy looking version it'll put me in the right mood to begin writing the next chapter...

 

I'm not good at ratings; do you think this fic should be NC-17, or is it fine as R?

 

 

 

 

Thank you for reading,

 

 

 

 

~Love of Vegeta