Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Veil ❯ Leaving ( Chapter 6 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

A/N: Hello, I found that I couldn't stay away and had to write this chapter as soon as possible! Anyway, hope ya'll enjoy this chapter!

WARNING: This chapter will contain *mild* rape/lime. If you are easily offended or faint hearted then I emplore you not to continue reading this chapter.

NOTE: Remember the food they ate? Well, Bulma's was drugged. At this point it in unclear who had drugged the food, BUT *NOTE* it was not Vegeta!

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Vegeta chuckled evilly, "I warned you.." He growled, advancing on Bulma and making her back into the wall.

Bulma looked in sheer terror at Vegeta as he cornered her against the wall, she caught the wild and animalistic look in his eyes. "Please.." She whispered, "Don't.. Don't do this!"

He pinned her back against the wall and she knew that her pleas were wasted upon deaf ears.

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As his face drew nearer to hers, Bulma began pounding on his chest in a last attempt to push him away. Extremely afraid, she began to scream as loudly as she could. "LET ME GO!"

Vegeta drew back, his face twisted in mild rage, her screaming was hurting his sensitive ears. Drawing his hand back he 'tapped' Bulma on the cheek.

Bulma was stunned at the hit she had just recieved, her cheek began to sting. Her screams turned into soft whimpers as he held her pinned to the wall. *Oh Kami..* She silently prayed that the night would be over and that this was just a terrible nightmare. She squeezed her eyes shut as he held her tightly.

Not wasting anytime, Vegeta pushed his lips roughly against Bulma's. All rational thought that he had, had left him when the colour of the moon had changed to blood-red. His heat was in full swing now and he had no control over his actions. He secretly hoped that there wouldn't be too much damage done once he had his 'release'.

Tears leaked from Bulma's eyes at the roughness of his lips pushed against hers. Slowly he pulled his lips away and trailed hot kisses down the side of her neck. She shivered, in a mixture of terror and pleasure that was being caused by his administrations.

Holding her close as he kissed, he began to growl. "It would be better for you if you didn't resist. We wouldn't want unnecessary damage to be placed upon that pretty face of yours." He chuckled wickedly and nipped at her nose, returning to the fierce kisses on her neck.

Bulma didn't know what to feel anymore as she felt his lips leave a burning sensation on her skin where he had kissed her. She was half way between terror and lust, she couldn't shake the dizziness that was looming around her. Once again she tried to push him away weakly, only to find herself falling forwards and going limp in his arms.

Vegeta grunted as he found her body go slightly limp, his grasp on her never loosened. He picked her up, cradling her body to his and made his way towards the large bedroom.

Bulma's breathing had slowed considerably and the confusion she felt was agitating her. She looked up and found that her feet were no longer on the ground, but that Vegeta was carrying her. She groaned as she felt her surroundings do flips and turns, spinning, causing her to close her eyes.

Once in the large room, Vegeta practically threw Bulma's body down on the bed. Animal instincts and lust building up in his Saiya-jin veins.

Bulma struggled slightly as she tried to sit up. Instantly Vegeta was on her, straddling her and pinning her down on the bed beneath him. Bulma looked up, confused as to what was happening to her. Her eyes widened slowly at what was happening.

Vegeta's face was looming above her, pinning her hands above her head. He wasted no time as he roughly trailed his hand up her thigh. He kissed her roughly again, desire building.

Bulma felt as though she didn't have the strength to struggle, something was causing her to be submissive. Her heart froze as she felt his hand riding up her thigh. She moaned in protest against the lips that were crushed to her.

He tore away the material of her dress along with her underwear. He parted his lips from hers and looked down at what was presented before him. His devilish smirk grew as his eyes trailed downwards.

Bulma choked on the sobs that wracked her body, she had completely lost her bearings by now. She shivered as the cold air around her hit her bare flesh. When she brought herself to look at Vegeta again, she could see that he had already shed his clothes. She winced as she became remotely aware of something pushing up between her legs.

Vegeta was now completely covering her. He growled at the intensity of his actions. He couldn't help but lick her helpless yet desirable form. As his climax was building up his release finally came to him, forcing all of the pent up frustrations and anger he had, to escape from his body and spill in to Bulma. Without realising what he was doing, he growled sank his teeth into the side of her neck drawing her sweet blood into his mouth. He drank it as if it were water.

Finally, he collapsed onto her already unconscious form with blood staining his mouth, panting from the release. Rolling off of her and found himself begin to drift off to sleep beside the beautiful blue haired female.

Bulma gasped at the immense pain that shot up through her neck. The last thought before Bulma fell unconscious was the feeling of a great emotion of sadness that weighed down on her, causing the last of her tears to fall and frame her face.

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Bulma's eyes snapped open that morning, hoping that she had been dreaming about last night. A frown graced her face as she realised that her current surroundings were not familiar to her, the fact that she was not covered in any clothing either made her heart sink.

Heavy covers were placed upon her tiny form and as she stood up out of the bed, an odd sensation could be felt slowly running down the inside of her thigh.

As she looked down, she grew nauseus looking at the thin trail of blood that ran down her thigh. She knew she had been violated and the thought weighed down heavily on her heart. Trembling, she collapsed onto the floor of the unfamiliar room and began to sob profusely.

If there was ever a time where she was afraid of someone, it was now. She just prayed that he was done with his disgusting ways and would leave her alone, she couldn't even bring herself to think of his name.

She looked at her body whilst sobbing and saw there were bruises on her stomach and arms. Putting her hands to her neck, she felt the traces of a deep bite mark. Shaking, she hugged herself and curled herself up into a tiny ball rocking back and forth.

The door opened and Vegeta stepped in and looked at Bulma, trembling and naked on the floor by the large bed. He sneered slightly at the weakness she was displaying. He sniffed the air cautiously and realised he had caused her to shed blood, something in his heart twinged slightly at the thought.

Bulma looked up as the door opened, her eyes grew in size as she saw who had stepped in. "G-get away from me, you-you monster!!" She instinctively jumped back up and reached for the bed covers to hide her bare flesh. She wrapped the covers around her tightly, her only protection.

Vegeta quirked his eyebrow and smirked slightly, "What, couldn't think of another insult Onna? I must say I'm disappointed in you. I was also disappointed with your lack of enthusiasm last night"

Anger began to grow in her as she heard his voice insult her yet again. "You bastard! You sick, fucking bastard." She said through gritted teeth, barely controlling her rage.

He snorted, "Ooh good one!"

Tears began to form in her eyes, no longer wanting to fight with the man who had taken advantage of her. She didn't even want to speak to him and was disgusted every time she looked at him. Instead she mumbled to herself, "Coward." She remarked quietly.

He narrowed his eyes, "What did you just say?" He said menacingly.

She couldn't bring herself to look at him, so she looked at the plush carpet beneath her feet.

He snarled and flew at her, gripping her by the throat and squeezing as much as he could, without having her faint. He briefly noticed the bite mark on her neck and his eyes widened slightly the anger leaving him for a short while. What had he done?

Shaking his head his previous anger returned and he took no heed to the bite mark. "I'd be careful what you say around me ningen. Now, what -did- you say?" He asked, thinking he would get an apology in return.

Bulma tried to pry his fingers off of her neck. "I-called you a-coward," she said almost choking on her words.

"And what do you mean by that, Onna?" He said, narrowing his eyes and not loosening his grip.

"It means that you had to force me into your bed to get your sick pleasure. You're so PATHETIC that you couldn't even find a -willing- bed partner, you had to rape a defenseless person who was weaker than you in every way imaginable. I feel sorry for you, all this hatred because you can't get a single person to love you. Not even your father." She spat each word out with hate and anger.

He growled and flung her across the room, stung by her comment. "Get out before I do something else I regret." He said quietly, his voice laced with venom.

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Bulma looked at her torn dress on the floor in a heap. She held back a sob and ran out of the room as fast as she could. She had no idea what had caused her to foolishly speak to her rapist, insult and anger him. She knew that he was uncommonly stronger than her, and yet she couldn't help in defending what little dignity she had left. She ran out into the hallway, ducking into a secret passageway that Bardock had shown her.

As she walked briskly down the tiny passageway, memories from her child-hood came flooding back. This was the second time in her life that she had been violated so disgustingly. She sobbed again, hoping that she would reach the sanctity of her own room soon, before her spirit completely broke down into tiny pieces.

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Vegeta's jaw twitched as saw her leave. Her parting comment had stung more than he liked to admit. The words 'pathetic' and 'coward' swam around in his mind, causing him to roar out in frustration. He knew he hadn't done anything that he wouldn't normally do. So why did he feel angry with himself for letting his Saiya-jin instincts take over?

He increased his ki as he saw her crumpled dress on the floor, in one hit he disintigrated the dress in a burst of rage.

He was NOT sorry for what had happened the previous night. He refused to be. Her voice came back into his mind, haunting him.

~I feel sorry for you, all this hatred because you can't get a single person to love you. Not even your father.~

She had hit the nail straight on the head. Damn her.

Snarling, he began blasting at everything in his room leaving nothing in one piece. He stormed out of his room and began making his way to the training arena. Blinded by anger he even blasted the tiny green female servant who had stepped in his way, into the next dimension. He looked at the green smudge on the carpet of the hallway in slight amusement. Hadn't this been the same female he had ordered to give a message to the ningen?

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Bulma was now in her room, she had spent an hour in the shower trying to wash away the disgrace. Now sitting on the bed and staring at the far wall, she winced as she felt a slight bit of throbbing from below.

She knew she couldn't stay on this planet, but she didn't know what she could do to escape. She looked up as she heard a muffled voice from the other side of the door.

"Open the door ningen!" It was Radditz.

Bulma looked at her appearance, hoping that no tell tale signs could be seen. She had tied a yellow scarf around her neck and was dressed casually in T-shirt and jeans. Scrambling off of the bed, she slowly opened the door and stood in the doorway, not moving.

"What is it Radditz?" She asked rather warily.

"My father was wondering why you were not in the lab this morning. He is wondering when you will get your lazy carcass there, half of the day has already passed." He looked at her with a brief look of concern.

She sighed, "I'm not going today.." She said quietly, hoping that Radditz would just leave her alone. She couldn't help blaming him slightly for what happened last night.

Radditz frowned slightly at this, "The King also wishes to see you.. Is everything alright ningen?" Just then he took in a deep breath and faintly caught Vegeta's scent on her, his eyes widened briefly.

She caught his stupified look and frowned back. "What is it?" Somehow her voice had lowered a key and seemed much more deeper than usual.

He growled, "What happened last night, Bulma?" This time he called her by her name, which mildly surprised her.

Anger flashed across her features, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Radditz snarled in frustration, "Dammit, what did HE do?"

Hurt replaced her anger, "Please go away." She was about to close the door when Radditz's hand blocked the door from closing.

Bulma stepped back into the room, fear beginning to take over. If Vegeta had violated her then what was to say that Radditz wouldn't?

Radditz noticed the fear on Bulma's face. Reaching forward, he yanked away the yellow scarf covering her neck. He growled in rage as he saw the bite mark. Something he had feared had happened, the Prince had mated with Bulma.

Bulma looked down at the floor. The look on Radditz's face said everything that needed to be said, she knew he figured out what Vegeta had done.

Throwing the scarf to the ground, Radditz spun around wanting to squeeze his Prince's throat until his eyes popped out of his head. He made his way purposely to the door, striding at a fast pace.

Bulma gasped as she saw the dangerous look on Radditz's face. She knew that if he confronted Vegeta, he would surely be killed! "Radditz!" She called, running after him. "Wait!" Somehow she had managed to catch up with him before he stepped out of the room and grip his arm.

Radditz snarled at the female holding him back from his mission, "What?!" He exploded.

"Please don't do this! He'll kill you and you know it!" Her eyes pleaded with him.

He sneered, "What he did was dishonorable. He must pay." He said in a deathly quiet tone.

Bulma began crying, "Please, please don't, for me! If something happened to you I would never forgive myself." She cried harder at the pained memory of the previous night and sunk to the floor.

Radditz froze as Bulma broke down, finally releasing all of the pent up frustration in heart wrenching sobs. He crouched down next to her and stared at the floor, "You will be the death of me Chikyuu-jin.." he stated quietly.

Bulma looked up through her tears, surprised by what he had said. She made one last plea, "Please Radditz, if you consider me your friend, don't confront -him-." She said the last word disgustedly.

Radditz felt the last of his anger drain from his body. Cautiously, he wrapped one arm awkwardly around Bulma and hugged her to him. He was not an expert at comforting, but he would try for the broken female before him.

At this Bulma found her tears fall silently, not the having strength for sobs. She let herself fall into his arms and be comforted by his large arm. Burying her face in his chest, she took deep breaths to calm herself.

After ten minutes, Radditz pulled away from her gently wiping at the tear stains on her cheek. "The King still wishes to speak with you, ningen. Clean yourself up and I will take you to him."

She nodded mutely and went into the bathroom to wash her face. A few seconds later she came back out looking refreshed, but still looking as though something terrible was weighing down on her soul.

Radditz couldn't help but feel guilty for leaving her alone with the cruel Prince the night before. He then did something he never thought would in his entire life. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. Apologizing for the first and last time in his life.

Bulma looked at him oddly for a moment but shook her head, "What's done is done. Let's go." She left the room, suddenly feeling suffocated.

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Vegeta had been in the training hour for an hour. Thoughts of Bulma didn't leave his mind and tormented his every move. Today, he couldn't seem to land a single punch on his sparring partner and friend, Kakkarot.

Kakkarot used this to his advantage. Smirking, he threw a harsh uppercut to the unsuspecting Prince.

Vegeta stumbled back, snapping out of his thought. "Kakkarot!" He roared. Flinging himself in Kakkarot's direction, he wrecklessly began throwing punches and kicks.

Kakkarot frowned and stopped defending. "Vegeta no Ouji. Is something bothering you?"

Vegeta growled and punched Kakkarot in the gut. "The only thing that's bothering me is your pitiful whining!" He slammed his partner into the nearby wall.

Kakkarot frowned and dodged another kick that was poorly aimed at his side. The knocking door brought them out of their 'match'.

Kakkarot went to open the door and looked down as he saw the messenger. "What?" He asked, somewhat politely for a Saiya-jin.

The messenger bowed, "The King wishes Vegeta no Ouji's presence in the throne room." The messenger bowed again and left.

"What is it?" Vegeta called out from the far end of the training room.

Kakkarot made his way back to the Prince. "Your father wishes your presence. Now."

Vegeta shrugged and began to kick, when it was blocked. He growled at Kakkarot, "Now what are you doing?"

"Vegeta, it must be important if you are being called to the throne room."

Vegeta snorted, "Very well. But we shall continue this when I return."

Kakkarot nodded and watched as the troubled Prince left the training arena.

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King Vegeta sat on his throne smugly and looked at the lizzard that was standing across from him. "Lord Frieza, I must say it has been a long time."

Frieza looked at the pathetic excuse for a King in front of him, "Yes.. Well, it could not be helped." He boredly swirled the red liquid in his cup, sneering.

King Vegeta lost his smug countenance and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Yes well, I was surprised that you called upon us. I cannot understand why you wish to speak with our Head Scientists' is there something I should know about?"

Frieza nodded, "You'll find out soon enough." He had gotten word that a Chikyuu-jin had been summoned to Vegeta-sei to help with their technology. He knew that Chikyuu-jins were quite advanced and he was curious to see how much of a genius this scientist really was.

The doors opened and the two watched expectantly to see who had arrived. Vegeta stepped in an on instinct growled as he saw Frieza. He walked up to the pair and bowed awkwardly at Frieza, completely ignoring his father. "Lord Frieza. What brings you to Vegeta-sei?"

Frieza grinned as he caught sight of the Prince. "Ah, my favourite -former- soldier! Training well I see?" He said letting his eyes roam over he sweat gleaming on Vegeta's bare upper torso.

Vegeta held back the urge to punch the homosexual lizzard. His thoughts were divertes as the doors opened again and Bardock stepped in. He raised his eyebrow at his father, who merely shrugged.

Bardock gulped as he saw the intimidating crowd standing together in the throne room. He walked before the throne and bowed before the three Royals. "You summoned me, sire?"

King Vegeta smirked, "Yes. Where is that other scientist of yours?"

Bardock frowned, but he didn't have to reply because the doors swung open again and Bulma walked in alone, Radditz having to wait outside because he was not specifically summoned.

Bulma bit the inside of her cheek as she saw Vegeta standing next to his father, scowling. She slowly made her way to the crowd that had gathered and nodded in respect. "Forgive me for the delay." She tried her best to avoid Vegeta's penetrating gaze.

Vegeta's scowl deepened as he saw Bulma enter the room. He could tell that she looked upset and he knew what she was upset about. A strange feeling began bubbling in his stomach as he looked at her newly groomed appearance again. He didn't understand what he was feeling, only that it was making him angrier by the second.

King Vegeta looked mildly surprised at Bulma's completely different appearance. She actually looked beautiful! "It's quite alright.." He trailed off as he caught the sly look on Frieza's face.

Frieza smiled at the Chikyuu-jin. He would soon find out if she was clever enough to join his team. "Tell me Chikyuu-jin, could you build anything you wanted to given the time?"

Bulma hesitated but nodded at the slimy looking lizzard-like creature. "Yes. And you are..?"

Frieza roared with laughter, "Quirky little thing isn't she?" He asked to the others. None of them replied, so Frieza continued his questioning, "Lord Frieza to you. And pray tell me what can you build?"

Bulma looked at King Vegeta and caught the pleading expression on his face. Her eyes flashed angrily as she realised that this was her time for revenge, "It depends. I could build anything you wanted me to." She crossed her arms, head held high.

King Vegeta's face began to pale considerably.

Vegeta clenched his fists, looking like her would spontaneously combust and Bardock looked on in confusion at the scene before him.

Frieza smirked at King Vegeta, "Tell me, would you be willing to let your little scientist work for me?"

Bulma's breath quickened as she noted that this was her chance to escape from this god-awful planet. With bated breath she waited for King Vegeta's response.

King Vegeta's eyes bugged out slightly, "Well, I mean-" He faltered, knowing he couldn't find a good enough reason to keep her with them.

Bardock remained silent, knowing that Bulma would refuse to leave.

Vegeta growled quietly as he heard Frieza's performance. He stepped in for his father's mistake. "No, we would not be willing for her to come and work for you." He said in a quiet and dangerous tone.

Bulma couldn't help glaring at Vegeta's remark. She cleared her throat, causing all of them to look at her. "I can speak for myself." She said to Vegeta, deadly serious. "Lord Frieza. I am willing to come and work for you as your scientist, provided you station me on a different planet."

Vegeta's heart froze as he heard this. How could she betray their trust, after all they have done for her? Anger began bubbling from within. "You will not be allowed to go, Onna."

Bulma ignored him am stared straight at Frieza.

Frieza frowned, he couldn't help notice the slight attachment Vegeta had for the tiny Chikyuu-jin. What better way to have his revenge by taking away something he finds dear to him? Vegeta would regret the day he ever stopped working on behalf of him. He roared with laughter, "My, my. What have you been doing to the poor girl that she has great urgency to get off this planet?" He asked quirkily.

Vegeta's eyebrow twitched.

Bulma felt slightly nauseus, "I have my reasons." She stated quietly.

Frieza shrugged his shoulder's indifferently, "Very well. It is settled then. You will leave Vegeta-sei by the end of the week." He turned to King Vegeta, "I'm so glad you agreed to my demand." He said sarcastically.

Bulma's eyes were locked with Vegeta as Frieza was speaking. She felt that sickening fear being to crawl up her skin again. She couldn't help feeling slightly relieved, she would soon be leaving. Leaving this frightening planet and more importantly the frightening Prince.

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A/N: Ok, that's it! Wow, so is Bulma really going to leave? Please review and let me know!! Thank you.