Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Violated ❯ Paradise ( Prologue )

VIOLATED

Author's Note

The song, "Paradise" by Vanessa Carlton, inspires this chapter. Each set of lyrics represents how Bulma is feeling in this story. I hope you all can appreciate her sadness and her anger. Lol, I sure sound stupid, but work with me here. Bulma is depressed b/c someone she loved, and thought returned those feelings, in all reality, violated her. Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or the song, "Paradise" by Vanessa Carlton

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Once upon a year gone by
she saw herself give in

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After a long day, Bulma slowly climbed up the stairs. One by one, taking her time as she ascended up to her room. One more day and one more night, just surviving in this awful place that most people would consider a paradise. She finally had let her depression take the best of her. She was completely numb. She didn't know what to expect now. All she knew is that she could not and would not ever trust again. Falling in love should be considered a weakness for all. There is nothing good that comes out of a relationship. People take everything they have for granted. Bulma walked to the window and looked out. There she saw couples holding hands and some occasionally kissing. Why them? Why not her? Was it fair that others could be so content as she sat up in her room looking down on all of those… lovers? Could she too be blessed with that joy? It was his fault. If he hadn't of wanted to do the wrong thing, they could still, be.

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Every time she closed her eyes
she saw what could have been

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She is in her room. Her area, and no else's. Only here can her true sadness be seen. To the world she is happy, but to herself she is alone. Alone and always alone. Walking to her closet she looks at her self in the mirror. Does she see the perky person she once was? The girl who was full of ambition? The naïve girl that thought everything could be cured with just one smile? No, she was gone. Even if she searched deep in her soul, that girl was nowhere to be found. Her goals didn't matter. The only reason she carried on was because she was too scared to die. She'll never forget what Yamcha did to her. He violated her. And the worst part was that she let him. She thought that's what lovers did; she thought it was one big adventure. Exploration included. She was wrong, she was just taken for the ride and once he "didn't love her anymore" he pushed her out. Alienated by the person she trusted the most. To the shower she went to clean herself off. Not noticing, she turned on the water to a scalding hot temperature. As she stepped in, she winced in pain. But oddly, pain was what she needed right now. If she felt physical pain, then it would take her mind off of the mental pain she was going through.

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Well nothing hurts and nothing bleeds
when covers tucked in tight

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Drying herself off, she burnt herself in the shower. She didn't care. Looking around her room for anything sharp. Every time she closed her eyes she saw what he did and it made her feel guilty all over again. She was so ashamed. Thinking about what her mother and father would say, what would her teachers say? Even, what would her friends say? Usually described as innocent and sweet, she could no longer take it. She wanted out of this world. Alicia now wanted nothing more then to die, but knew she wouldn't kill herself. She took the pair of scissors and slowly dragged it down in and across her arm. Blood slowly crept down the sides of her arms and she clamped her lips tighter together trying not to scream. This is what relieved her. This is what she needed. No longer could she count on numerous amounts of anti-depressants. What he had done was far beyond her control. She remembered what he was wearing that night, the way he smelled and how his hair was cut. He looked impressive.

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Funny when the bottom drops
how she forgets to fight... to fight

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As he walked towards her, and she saw in his eyes, a gleam of what seemed to be confidence. She knew that he wanted something, but was too young to realize what. He started with a simple "hello." As the night went on, he took her to a club in the downtown. There, they had a great time, and she, one too many drinks. The time was right; she wasn't sober, leaving her very vulnerable. In the past, he used to press her to do bad, bad things, but when she had the courage to say "no," he got enraged. Countering with the argument that it was what "normal" couples do. Then she inquired, "Don't normal couples go to the movies? And to restaurants?" He knew she was right, but then again so was he. Or at least he thought so. He had wanted to take her for a while. She, being the goddess she is, was quite a catch. She had a curvaceous body most men died for, and her hair was straight and shoulder length. There was no need for her mind. It had nothing of use to him. Honestly, he didn't care. The wait was getting tiresome, and so he decided now is the time. And he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. Then he hoarsely whispered, "Wanna go back to my place?" She shuddered when she felt his breath on her ear. She finally responded with a "yes."

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And it's one more day in paradise
one more day in paradise

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Shoving her down on to the bed, he stripped her of all of her clothes. Ripping each article one by one. Throwing each one across the room. Both of them increased their breathing, panting out of anticipation. Knowing what was about to take place. She huskily whispered to him, "Do it Yamcha, DO IT. Take my innocence. I want to, I want you to. Please…" Then and there he took two of his fingers and shoved it up her hole. She then howled in pain and pleasure. Who knew that playing rough could be so exhilarating? He took her face in his grip and kissed her roughly. The kiss had no emotion behind it. It was just hungry. Then he led a trail of kisses down to her area, where she then started to feel aroused. From that point he knew he had complete control over her. As he felt his member grow from the scent of her arousal, he then forced her head down and made her suck. He felt her tongue wrap around and swallow. This was more then he ever dreamed of. "Too bad this was just a one night stand," he thought almost feeling pity, almost.

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As darkness quickly steals the light
that shined within her eyes

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Was what she was doing wrong? She had never touched, or tasted for that matter, anything of the opposite sex. It was time for her to show that she loved him, and that she trusted him. If this were how she had to do it, then hell, she'd do it. Then she stopped sucking and forced him on the bed. She put herself in a position where she was now straddling him. She slowly led a trail of sweet, wet kisses down his stomach all the way down to his swollen member. She then seductively looked at him and licked it, and then blowing air on it. He shivered with excitement. Then he flipped her so she lay on her back, and he caressed her face. She felt his hands moving from his face to her breasts. He cupped her full, rounded breasts in his hands and each of his thumbs rubbed her already hard nipples. With his penis, he then thrusted in and out of her, at a very fast pace. Reaching her climax her moan turned into a scream. Her emotions spiraling out of control screaming, "YAMCHA, DON'T STOP!"

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She slowly swallows all her fear
and soothes her mind with lies

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Before she knew it, the night was over. She thought, "He really loves me, doesn't he?" He had to, or else he never would have done the things that he did with her. But oh, how could she have been more wrong. She awoke in her own house with note on her bed saying, "I had fun last night, but the fun is over. I am out of town, let's talk when I get back." What did this mean? Was it over? She thought that he surely had to have been joking. He couldn't possibly want to leave her after the beautiful night they shared together, could he? I mean she started freaking out. Bulma picked up the nearest phone and started to dial like crazy. She tried his cell phone, his home phone and even a few of his close friends. And she found out the truth. He had left town without notifying anyone. So there she was, a mess. A beautiful but broken mess. Bulma was no dummy; she knew that she was used. He had gotten what he wanted, and left.

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Well all she wants and all she needs
are reasons to survive

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And a year has passed since that day. Since the day he violated her. And there she is, still pining over him. He isn't worth it. She knew the entire time that was what he wanted. But somewhere deep inside of her said, "He could turn our to be good. Give him a chance." She made a bad decision and now she was paying for it. She loved him with all of her heart. She doesn't understand how and why this is happening to her. The only thing she understands is that this is no nightmare. It is a cold reality. Sex slave to some creep. She could now officially group herself in with all the other bimbos that have fallen for the same ploy. She could truly give herself the title, "Yamcha's Whore." At the way it resounded in her head, she shuddered. How could someone as sensible as she let this happen? It was out of passion of the moment. She wanted it, she wanted it all. And the worst part was it felt good. Really, really good.

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A day in which the sun will take
her artificial light... her light

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From a year ago and on, she vowed never to let another man touch her like that again. She never wanted to ever again experience the pain of being used. Now she knew that all men were egotistical pigs. None of them could be trusted, because they never knew what they wanted. One day it was lustful sex, the next it was full fledged love. Bulma now only serves one man, and that is one who barks orders at her like it is his job. The only reason she makes his food and washes his clothes, is because he would kill her if he didn't. She never will know that under all of the yelling, that that is the one man who loves her for who she truly is. Never will she know, because she will never try. The moral of this story is this; love may be painful, but you have to get up once you have fallen. If you don't, you miss out on the opportunity ahead.

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Don't pretend to hold it in just let it out
don't pretend to hold it in just push it out
don't you try to hold it in just let it out and
don't you try to hold it in you hold it in

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