Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Violation ❯ Violation (The Rape Of Bulma) ( Chapter 1 )

Violation (The Rape Of Bulma)

A Dragonball Z AU Fan-fiction By

Ami E. Bowen

She'd been running, it seemed, for hours. The forest was growing darker with each step she took, stumbling over rocks and bushes, catching her arm on thorns as she burst through a thicket of wild roses, some of the petals catching in her hair, pink in contrast to the aqua of her tangled locks. Panting, looking behind her like a frightened doe, the young woman blinked back tears as she picked herself up from yet another fall and pushed herself onward.

She heard the explosions as she ran. The sky fairly lit like fire with them, the ground shook beneath her feet, causing her to stumble off-balance once more and slam hands-first into the ground. Her wrists and palms smarting, the girl stood up shakily and fell back into her half-crawling, half-stumbling run. She had to get away. She just had to.

Unexpectedly, as a scream caught in her throat, she felt someone grab her ankle and she fell flat on her face, her hands pushing several lengths into the soft forest loam as she struggled to right herself. She heard laughing, biting and cold, behind her as the hand gripping her ankle pulled her backwards.

"Let me go!" She screamed, her hair falling into her eyes, eyes that seemed to reflect the sky on a perfect summer day, even though they were widened with fear at the moment, "No!"

Turning her roughly over, the being that held her pinned down smiled leeringly down at her. She stiffened as his eyes traveled over the torn light pink belly shirt she wore, over the concave of her stomach and the creamy bareness of her legs where the hem of the baby blue shorts she wore left off. She did not like the look in his eyes at all. She bucked beneath him, trying to knock him off of her so she could get away. But he held her arms down at her sides, restraining them there as easily as you or I might hold an ant to a peice of paper.

His face blurred as tears clouded her vision. She began to plead to him for her life, uncaring how she sounded and he merely laughed, running his large hands none-too-gently over a breast that trembled from the pounding of her heart beneath it. She squeezed her eyes shut, clenched her teeth and braced herself for her fate.

However....

"Get away from her!" Her eyes blinked open as she felt the weight holding her down suddenly being removed, "How dare you!"

"Y-Your...Majesty...I..." The slightly taller man stumbled, falling to his knees before her unexpected savior and groveling at his feet, "Please spare me! I...I was...weak..."

She flinched as he raised a booted foot and stomped down hard on the other man's head and neck, bones cracked and the man went limp without another sound. Looking down at his dead subject, he sneered in disgust and moved his foot away, turning at the last second to the girl still crouched on the ground watching with huge liquid eyes.

"Hmph." He knelt down and grabbed her face in a white-gloved hand, holding her so hard she nearly cried out, "Scrawny. But, you'll do."

"W-what do you want?" She asked, scared to hear her own voice tremble like that, "I...I promise not to tell anyone if...if you just let me go!"

He laughed at her and let her face slip from his hand, grasping her by her upper arm and pulling her to her feet roughly. She glared at him, but didn't say anything as she felt his arms slip under her knees and back and lift her into her air with him. She had no idea where he was taking her, but she knew she would not like it.

"What is your name, female?" He asked her as he set her on the ground outside what looked to be some type of space vessel. Dragging her inside by her arm, she told him her name and he paused to repeat it, running the strange syllables over his tongue as one might when tasting some new and exotic fruit for the first time.

"Bulma." He said, shoving her through a door so that she nearly fell down again, and stepped in after her. She noticed a few others who looked at her with raw lust as they passed by, but a simple low growl from her captor held them at bay. "Sit down."

She stared at him, realizing as she did so that he was good head shorter than she was. The way his dark hair shot up seemed to give him the illusion of height. "Let me go!" She said suddenly, and just as suddenly his hand shot out to silence her with a sharp slap across her face. It did not hurt, however, the abrupt impact and the sound of his gloved palm upon the flesh of her cheek startled her more than anything.

"Don't talk back to me." He said, "Sit down!"

She started to lower herself the hard, metal floor but he stopped her by pulling her to her feet once more. His eyes flicked to the circular sleeping place made up with dark gray blankets and one very flat pillow. She noticed the corners were tucked in military style and went noticably pale as she realized where he wanted her.

"Don't look so afraid," He was saying as she backed agaisnt the wall on the bed, her body shaking, "You should feel lucky I've taken a liking to you."

She watched in a kind of daze of fear and expectation as he removed the armor-like clothing he wore and the dark blue tight-fitting attire beneath it, revealing for her eyes, a muscular body, toned and rock-hard, gleaming slightly with persperation. Her eyes drifted downward of thier own accord until she blushed a deep crimson as her gaze beheld his all ready hardening member.

"Please!" She cried as he crawled onto the bed and reached for her, pulling her down until his body covered her's, "I...I've....never....done..."

He stilled her words with his own mouth, crushing it under his own, his tongue darting between her teeth to wreck havoc within her oral cavity. He felt her go rigid with trepidation and continued to kiss her even when she bit down hard on his tongue in an attempt to remove him from her mouth. The metallic taste of his own blood assailed his senses as he looked down at her, her very fear serving to heighten his all ready enflamed senses.

"Don't worry." He said, as he felt the softness that was the skin of her thigh, his fingers inches from her most private areas, "It's not as difficult as it looks."

Bulma clenched her eyes shut tight as she felt his fingers shoving roughly in and out of her tiny, tight orifice. She could feel his arousal against her thigh, as if waiting patiently to gain entrance, as it twitched in anticipation. Her eyes snapped open as she felt him guiding the tip of his member over the apex of her thighs, her legs forced open by the downward thrust of his pelvis. A kind of Self-preservation instinct seemed to kick in just then. As if she were a doe backed against a cliff-side with a pack of hungry wolves nipping at her feet, Bulma began to scream and flail about, terror blinding her to everything save the desire to keep her maidenhead in check.

"Stop fighting me!" He grabbed her hands and held them above her head, his grip tight about her slender wrists, "It will go much smoother if you just relax, Bulma..."

"No..." Her voice was horse, almost a whisper, but he heard her and paused, inches from his goal, searching her eyes. "I...I'll do anything...just...just don't do this...please...."

"Your tears and begging won't do you any good, woman," He said, licking a salty tear from her cheek, shoving himself partially into her moist opening, wincing at her tightness around his manhood. She cried out at the sudden invasion and tried to push him off and out of her, but he merely held her down and forced his way past her barrier, feeling it give as he thrust downward.

Stroking in and out of the blue haired beauty, Vegeta, The Prince of all Saiyans held her down easily and licked a trail of searing kisses across her throat and sucked almost playfully upon the lob of one delicate ear as she writhed beneath him, still struggling to get away. Didn't she realize by now what a wasted effort that was? He asked himself as he felt the familar pressure growing in his balls that told him he would soon be going over the edge.

Beneath him, Bulma cried out in pain as her maidenhead was broken. Her body moving of it's own accord as he plunged deep within her over and over. At last, he let her hands go and clenched the dark gray of the bedspread in his fists, shoving himself into her one last time, shuddering against her and pressing her breasts flat against his sweat-slickened chest as he came deep inside of her.

He lay there, for a few moments, panting over her, his face buried in the thickness of her long, baby-blue hair, one hand on her left breast, the other in her hair. Bulma didn't dare move. She was afraid that if she did, it would start up all over again. He was growing soft inside of her, she could feel it, and she hurt inside where he'd taken her virginity from her. She could feel the bit of blood from her broken hymen seeping into the bedsheets beneath her.

After another moment, he slipped himself from her crevice and turned around, picking a towel up from a shelf and wiping himself off. He did not offer it to her. Standing with his back to her, The Prince redressed and strode over to the intercom hanging just beside the chamber door. Pressing the button, he spoke briskly into the system; "Kakkarot, I'm finished with the female, come and fetch her."

Turning to her, he said; "Get dressed."

"M-my clothes are all torn up!" She cried, anger and fear making her shout, "I don't have anything else!"

Sighing, Vegeta rummaged through his things until he found something that might do. He tossed it over his shoulder at the woman and told her, once again, to get dressed. Looking at the garment in her hands, Bulma had to wonder where the rest of it went. But, as she pulled on the skin-tight dark blue bikini-like outfit, she didn't ask any more questions. Shivering from cold, she waited on the side of the bed for what fate had to throw at her next. She wouldn't have long to wait. There was a knock on the door and when Vegeta opened it, another saiyan stood there. He was taller than the Prince, and seemed wider as well, though, Bulma noted, that was not due to fat, but to muscle. He had black eyes like Vegeta's but his hair stuck out on his head at odd angles, not straight up like flame as Vegeta's.

He too, was dressed in traditional saiyan armor.

"Tell the others they can take her now," Vegeta was saying, his way of dismissing her, as the one Vegeta had addressed as Kakkarot held her by her upper arm and pulled her from the room, "Tell them that she is a little reward...for all their hard work."

Kakkarot smiled and nodded, eyes downcast as they flickered to the floor and then back up towards where Vegeta had slammed closed his private chambers once more. Turning, he began to led the woman away down the hall, ignoring her whimpering as he did so. She surely knew what was in store for her. He almost felt sorry for her. Shoving her through a door, he cried out, as she fell down on her hands and knees after losing her balance; "Hey guys! Look what I've got! Prince Vegeta gave her to us for a little fun!"

There were three men, Bulma could see, besides Kakkarot behind her. Though only Kakkarot was saiyan. The others appeared to be human, more or less. One had an extra eye in the center of his forehead and one was shorter than the Prince, bald with an odd dot-patterned scar upon his brow. The third one had dark hair and eyes and a few scars upon his face. As she gained her feet, she became quite aware of the desire in thier eyes, a desire which none of them thought prudent to even consider hiding.

"She looks good enough to eat!" The short one said, licking his lips as he leered at her. Kakkarot laughed and said; "If that's what you like, Krillin, go for it."

Bulma tried to run for the door, but Kakkarot grabbed her by her arms from behind and held her down against his chest, she kicked at Krillin when he came closer for a more...personal...inspection. "Ouch!" He cried and yelled at his companions; "Yamcha! Tien! Get over here and help me, you guys!"

"Let me go!" Bulma screamed, trying to pull herself from the saiyan's arms and to kick the others away from her. But the one called Tien simply grabbed one of her legs, holding onto her upper thigh and Yamcha grabbed the other. She couldn't move, she was held so tightly. She felt the bikini bottoms being pulled down off her rump, exposing herself for thier veiwing pleasure as she continued to scream and beg them to stop what they were doing.

Laughing, Yamcha said; "She's sure got some fire, don't ya think, guys?"

"Yeah, I just wish we didn't have to take the sloppy seconds..." Tein said quietly, reaching up to move the folds of her womanhold apart so that he could push a finger up inside of her, enjoying the way she tried to move away from him, involuntarily clenching around his finger as he moved it inside of her.

"You know it's the Prince's right to go first, Tien." Kakkarot said, feeling his own member grow hard as the woman unwittingly dug her rounded ass into his lap, "Get on with it, Krillin, I want to take my turn!"

"Don't get your panties in a bunch, Carrot-stick!" Krillin cracked up, but at the sight of the azure-eyed beauty's glistening nub laid bare right in front of him, he quieted, and giving in to temptation, moved close enough to taste her deliciousness. Which is exactly what he did. Gasping in shock at she felt his tongue slide over the groove of her sensitive flesh, Bulma looked about in a panic, trying to break free as she felt that same tongue, hot and damp, flicking her clitoris back and forth unmercifully until a strange heat began to built at the center of her thighs, rising higher and higher, pouding her heart and forcing her breath to come out in startled little gasps as she turned her head from side to side as if in muted denial that she should actually be enjoying this!

"That's enough!" Tien pulled Krillin away, his face dripping with Bulma's juices. He moved quickly in between her legs and worked at the fastenings of his pants, lowering them to free his throbbing hardness and said; "Thanks for warming her up, buddy."

Bulma's sharp intake of breath when Tien shoved himself into her was nearly enough to drive him over the edge, as Kakkarot held her down against him, he moved her aside a bit to free himself from the suddenly too-tight confines of his pants. Reaching beneath her, as Tien continued to thrust in and out of her, he ran his finger along the furrow of her ass, using her own liquids from Krillin's earlier manipulations to coat the perfect puckered tautness with lubrication. Lifting her upwards, he guided himself into her nether regions and cried out in pained ecstasy as she clenched reluctantly around him.

Tears in her eyes and a scream caught in her throat as another virgin part of her body was suddenly violated, Bulma could do nothing but move as they wished her to move, Tien shoving roughly into her from the front, driving her up and down upon Kakkarot's burning manhood. Suddenly, she became aware of something brushing against her nose. Opening her eyes, she saw that she was face to...er...face...with Yamcha...or....Little Yamcha as the case may be. Grinning evilly down at her, waving his member in her face, he said; "Don't you know what to do with it?"

Bulma's eyes widened, she tried to move her arms, but Kakkarot still held them in place. She turned her face away from Yamcha and received a swift slap across the cheek for her display of refusal. Grasping her face in one hand, Yamcha forced her to look at him. He held her by the back of her head, grasping a handful of her thick, silken blue hair and drove his hardened appendage past her lips, slamming himself into her mouth and nearly hitting her gag reflex. "You better not puke on me, bitch!" He said as she pushed himself in and out of her mouth, eyes closed in pleasure at the feel of her little tongue gliding, however unwillingly, across his velvet smoothness.

She had tears falling down her face, Yamcha screamed once, stiffened and filled her mouth with his seed, most of it dripping out of the corners of her mouth and around his softening member. He reached down and held her mouth closed with one hand clamped tightly over it, hissing; "Swallow it all!"

"Geez, Yamcha!" Krillin laughed, as he stroked himself in time to Tien and Kakkarot's thrusts, panting with his own excitment, "Don't you think that was a bit harsh?"

"You think so?" Yamcha asked, looking sincerely concerned for a moment as he glanced over at his friend. Krillin laughed and said; "Naw! I was just fucking with ya!"

Both men cracked up laughing and Tien, after pushing himself into her a few more times, felt his own release and cried out as his stickiness flowed into her at the same time as Kakkarot clenched his body behind and beneath her until his own saiyan fluid flowed and ran down the valley between her ass and her womanhood, mixing in with Tien's.

Sighing, Kakkarot lifted her from him as Tien pulled out and backed away, wearing the same expression of sated bliss as his friend wore. He looked at the back of Bulma's head, noticing her hair was stuck together where Yamcha had gotten some it in the way when he'd come in her mouth earlier, and reached out to touch her hair. She pulled away, crawling into a corner once they had released her and glared at him through eyes that spoke of fear more than anger.

"You were a good sport." He said simply, tucking himself inside his pants and readjusting his clothing. The others were doing the same, "Boy! I needed that! I can't believe how stressed out I was!"

Turning to his friends and fellow shipmates, Kakkarot smiled widely, gesturing with his hands; "Remind me to thank Vegeta later for this little treat, 'K, guys?"

Yamcha, Tien and Krillin all nodded and smiled, eyeing the naked beauty, curled into a ball in the corner with her eyes shut tight as if she were trying to block out what had just happened. Krillin walked over, bent down and ran the back of his across her cheek, feeling the raised skin where the bruise was all ready forming from Yamcha striking her and said; "Do you think he'd mind if we keep her for a little longer?"

At that, the other men grinned wider. Kakkarot said, scratching the back of his head, "I don't see why not. After all, Vegeta didn't give us a time limit with her or anything!"

Bulma grimaced as what they were saying became clear. This wasn't the end. She would be taken again by them, however many times she did not know. She did not care to know. She hurt all over and her wanted nothing more than to get away from these...monsters...but she could hardly walk. She knew she was bleeding from her behind from where the one called Kakkarot had taken her so savagely, and moving any part of her body intisified the agony she felt therein.

Suddenly, the door swung open and she heard shuffling and gasping as, one by one, her attackers fell to thier knees, heads dipped low as Vegeta strode past them, hardly glancing at them, towards her. Pulling her up, she fell against him as her legs gave way and he righted her with out preamble. He lifted her up and carried her out of the room and back to his own. Once there, he threw her down on the bed and walked to the corner of the room, finding towel and wetting it in the sink he had built into his quarters. Tossing the damp towel to her, he said; "Clean yourself."

She took the towel from where it landed next to her leg, and, with shaking hands, proceeded to wipe herself up as best she could, happy to have some way of getting the sticky mess from between her legs and thighs. She raised the towel to her face and hair and cleaned those places as well. When she was finished, the Prince turned back to her and said; "Now, Bulma, I am going to give you a choice."

He waited until he had her full attention before he continued. She regarded him with large, frightened, yet still defiant eyes. "You can either submit to me and let me take you willingly whenever I desire..." He heard her gasp at his words. There was no way she'd ever do...anything...for him willingly! She thought, before he could go on, "Or...I give you to Kakkarot and the others to do as the please with you. For the rest of your life."

He turned and walked to the other end of the room, arms crossed over his chest as he awaited her response. It wasn't really a choice at all, he knew that. Between the two, what female in her right mind would pick the latter!? Besides, he thought, as she continued to agonize in silence on his bed, I won't be nearly as rough with her as I had been....

"I...I..." Bulma stuttered, thinking; This is not a choice at all! He knows that, the arrogant bastard! But, what can I do? She shuddered, thinking of what her fate would be if she had to stay with that disgustingly stupid oversexed saiyan and his cronies a moment longer. I have no alternative.

"Yes?" He asked, turning to glance at her over his shoulder, "I'm waiting."

"I...I'll stay...with you." Bulma said, her voice low, hiding her terror and hatred beneath downcast eyes.

"Good." He said, smiling at her. He walked over to touch the side of her face, running one finger across her jawline and beneath her chin, tilting her face upwards to look at his from where he stood over her as she sat on the bed, "I think we're going to have a lot fun, you and I."

~ The End ~