Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Unfaithfulness in Violence ❯ Made It Through Another Day ( Chapter 1 )
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By: FloralBlackMoon 
Bulma made it through another day of abuse.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.27.2002 | Updated On: 10.28.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 907 | Visits: 534 | Status: Completed
Bulma made it through another day of abuse.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.27.2002 | Updated On: 10.28.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 907 | Visits: 534 | Status: Completed
Unfaithfulness in Violence
by
FloralBlackMoon
A/N: I realize that I may--no will be flamed for this fanfic. Probably even sent viruses, hacked into. God knows what else. Please, I just feel like writing. Rebelling against all. I feel like I have to prove something, I'm currently going through some shit and writing is my outlet and this will be the story that lets me express my anger. Please reconsider not flaming me or anything else. I'm just--I'm just--I'm just.... writing. Letting my fingers slide across my keyboard...I'm angry and hurting and I'm writing that.
~
Chapter One: Another Day Survived.
Bulma looked at the mirror, a bruise was starting to appear right under her eye in which Vegeta had just strike not too long ago.
Fingers trailing her face, tears starting gathering. The familiar heartbreak starting surfacing as a sob escaped.
What had changed him? No--he was always like this, more like what pushed him to this.
Goku.
He still couldn't get over his jealously; rage. He still couldn't get over the fact Goku was stronger than him, always. So then he started letting his anger on her. Of course not fully, she was only human.
Then he would move to Trunks, then he could let out. None of his sons would die because someone beat the shit out of them.
"Kami! Damn it!!"
Bulma slammed her hand on the counter. The toothpaste falling to the ground from where it stood.
Bulma closed her eyes tightly as she heard Trunks cry out in pain. Her hands clenched in agony that her only son was being abused, and in anger--maybe even hatred now.
"Vegeta!! Stop it!" Bulma screamed in the bathroom. Opening the door, she ran to where her sons cries where. Finally she saw a familiar sight.
"Stop it, Vegeta! He's just a kid! A child for Kami's sake!"
Bulma cried as she tried to pull his hand from striking Trunks once more. Her flung her off like a dirty rag. Bulma watched in frighten eyes as Vegeta beat Trunks the pulp.
Blood was everywhere.
Bulma looked at Vegeta.
' I..I..I hate you Vegeta. '
Bulma thought bitterly. Turning her head to the room, where her daughter lay. It wouldn't be long before Vegeta introduced her to the hell her and Trunks were living in.
They couldn't escape. Not anywhere. He would find them. She couldn't repress her ki, and Bra was much too young. Only Trunks could, but..she couldn't leave him for some reason.
Maybe if she talked to Goku, or somebody...Someone that could stop Vegeta and this madness.
Bulma got up slowly; she could start feeling the burning pressure of pain at her right hip.
"Vegeta..please." Bulma sobbed, tears coming down. Cries of anguish with cries of despair.
Vegeta looked at her, emotionless. Just for a second, she thought she was just a little bit of love. Caring. Something other hate, a pain wanting look.
"Fine. Take the brat and leave my presence."
Bulma nodded, happily and ran to Trunks; making sure she was a good distance away from Vegeta.
She grabbed her son's limped body and ran into Bra's room, and locked the door behind her. It would do no good, but it gave her somewhat a feeling of slight security.
Walking to the bed, Bulma laid Trunks on the bed. Bending down under the bed she took out first-aid kit and started tending to Trunks wound while humming. Trying to escape her world of pain.
Pain that now she consider comfort.
Vegeta had screwed her, without a doubt. Pain? A comfort?
"I have to get out; escape. " Bulma mumbled furiously to herself. Finally finishing tending Trunks, she slid the kit under the bed and started changing Trunks clothing.
Putting on his night clothing, she slid him into the bed. His uneven breathes echoing with her daughters. Walking to her, Bulma picked up her daughter and held her close.
' I have to save you two. I just have to. '
Walking to the bed with Bra in her arms, Bulma climbed into the bed and pulled Trunks close to her. Closing her eyes, she fell into an unease sleep.
Bulma eyes snapped open as she heard several bangs at the door.
' What does he want? '
Bulma got out the bed, not fully awake. She opened the door to have a fist come strike her cheek.
"Ah!" Bulma outburst in shock.
"Where's the milk?"
"Milk?"
"I will not repeat myself."
"It's in the fridge."
Vegeta roughly grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the kitchen and finally reached it, shoved Bulma in front of the fridgerator.
"Look."
Bulma opened the door to find nothing there.
"It must of ran out. I'll buy some-"
Bulma was cut off from a slap from Vegeta. "And where did it go?"
"I-I fed it to the children!"
"Ah!" Vegeta shouted in frustration, walking away mumbling.
Bulma sighed and closed the door and walked back into the bed and looked at her kids, her life. She would save them.
Turning and glancing at the clock, she saw it was two forty seven.
Another day. She had made it through another day.
~
A/N: I plan to make this about three chapters long, or four. Definitely not five or higher. Whether not I get flamed. This story has some kind of significance to me. Weird, I know.
Chapter Two: An Attempt Worth While.
by
FloralBlackMoon
A/N: I realize that I may--no will be flamed for this fanfic. Probably even sent viruses, hacked into. God knows what else. Please, I just feel like writing. Rebelling against all. I feel like I have to prove something, I'm currently going through some shit and writing is my outlet and this will be the story that lets me express my anger. Please reconsider not flaming me or anything else. I'm just--I'm just--I'm just.... writing. Letting my fingers slide across my keyboard...I'm angry and hurting and I'm writing that.
~
Chapter One: Another Day Survived.
Bulma looked at the mirror, a bruise was starting to appear right under her eye in which Vegeta had just strike not too long ago.
Fingers trailing her face, tears starting gathering. The familiar heartbreak starting surfacing as a sob escaped.
What had changed him? No--he was always like this, more like what pushed him to this.
Goku.
He still couldn't get over his jealously; rage. He still couldn't get over the fact Goku was stronger than him, always. So then he started letting his anger on her. Of course not fully, she was only human.
Then he would move to Trunks, then he could let out. None of his sons would die because someone beat the shit out of them.
"Kami! Damn it!!"
Bulma slammed her hand on the counter. The toothpaste falling to the ground from where it stood.
Bulma closed her eyes tightly as she heard Trunks cry out in pain. Her hands clenched in agony that her only son was being abused, and in anger--maybe even hatred now.
"Vegeta!! Stop it!" Bulma screamed in the bathroom. Opening the door, she ran to where her sons cries where. Finally she saw a familiar sight.
"Stop it, Vegeta! He's just a kid! A child for Kami's sake!"
Bulma cried as she tried to pull his hand from striking Trunks once more. Her flung her off like a dirty rag. Bulma watched in frighten eyes as Vegeta beat Trunks the pulp.
Blood was everywhere.
Bulma looked at Vegeta.
' I..I..I hate you Vegeta. '
Bulma thought bitterly. Turning her head to the room, where her daughter lay. It wouldn't be long before Vegeta introduced her to the hell her and Trunks were living in.
They couldn't escape. Not anywhere. He would find them. She couldn't repress her ki, and Bra was much too young. Only Trunks could, but..she couldn't leave him for some reason.
Maybe if she talked to Goku, or somebody...Someone that could stop Vegeta and this madness.
Bulma got up slowly; she could start feeling the burning pressure of pain at her right hip.
"Vegeta..please." Bulma sobbed, tears coming down. Cries of anguish with cries of despair.
Vegeta looked at her, emotionless. Just for a second, she thought she was just a little bit of love. Caring. Something other hate, a pain wanting look.
"Fine. Take the brat and leave my presence."
Bulma nodded, happily and ran to Trunks; making sure she was a good distance away from Vegeta.
She grabbed her son's limped body and ran into Bra's room, and locked the door behind her. It would do no good, but it gave her somewhat a feeling of slight security.
Walking to the bed, Bulma laid Trunks on the bed. Bending down under the bed she took out first-aid kit and started tending to Trunks wound while humming. Trying to escape her world of pain.
Pain that now she consider comfort.
Vegeta had screwed her, without a doubt. Pain? A comfort?
"I have to get out; escape. " Bulma mumbled furiously to herself. Finally finishing tending Trunks, she slid the kit under the bed and started changing Trunks clothing.
Putting on his night clothing, she slid him into the bed. His uneven breathes echoing with her daughters. Walking to her, Bulma picked up her daughter and held her close.
' I have to save you two. I just have to. '
Walking to the bed with Bra in her arms, Bulma climbed into the bed and pulled Trunks close to her. Closing her eyes, she fell into an unease sleep.
Bulma eyes snapped open as she heard several bangs at the door.
' What does he want? '
Bulma got out the bed, not fully awake. She opened the door to have a fist come strike her cheek.
"Ah!" Bulma outburst in shock.
"Where's the milk?"
"Milk?"
"I will not repeat myself."
"It's in the fridge."
Vegeta roughly grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the kitchen and finally reached it, shoved Bulma in front of the fridgerator.
"Look."
Bulma opened the door to find nothing there.
"It must of ran out. I'll buy some-"
Bulma was cut off from a slap from Vegeta. "And where did it go?"
"I-I fed it to the children!"
"Ah!" Vegeta shouted in frustration, walking away mumbling.
Bulma sighed and closed the door and walked back into the bed and looked at her kids, her life. She would save them.
Turning and glancing at the clock, she saw it was two forty seven.
Another day. She had made it through another day.
~
A/N: I plan to make this about three chapters long, or four. Definitely not five or higher. Whether not I get flamed. This story has some kind of significance to me. Weird, I know.
Chapter Two: An Attempt Worth While.