Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Violation ❯ Bulma's Punishment ( Chapter 3 )

Opening his eyes, Vegeta groaned as the pain became a dull ache near his posterior and up his spine. Rolling over, he growled as a hand reached down to help him to his feet, brushing it aside and cursing at the hand's owner to leave him alone and go after the girl, Vegeta didn't watch the young man hurry away to do his Prince's bidding. Damn that woman! He thought as he gained his feet, stumbling a few feet towards the exit hatch. She'll pay for that!

Bulma, her heart thudding in her chest, still wrapped in the towel that reached her ankles, stumbled her way through the thick forest, trees and brush catching her flying locks and grabbing and scratching at her exposed skin. Her side began to hurt but she grit her teeth, ignoring it as best she could to run on. She had no idea where she was going, her eyes refused to see the carnage around her. The great craters in the earth beyond the forest's edge, the still smoldering buildings of the city she'd grown up in. She even ignored the fear that was tearing at her heart that she may very well be the last surviving member of her family.

Hearing something behind her that sounded much like a small animal in pain, Bulma froze in her flight for a moment, her head twisting around. She turned foreward once more, holding the towel to her chest, trying to keep herself covered and run at the same time, and slammed smack into something that feel horridly like a brick wall. Falling backwards, she was caught at the last moment by a hand snatching her arm suddenly and pulled roughly back to her feet.

Vegeta looked up at her terrified face. It had been an easy enough task to use his speed and flight to reach her and stopped directly in front of her. He'd sensed her ki so he knew exactly where she'd gone. Now, glaring at her through eyes red-hazed from fury, he squeezed her arm nearly hard enough to break the bones. He knew that her bones would be safe, but she'd have a nasty bruise later where his fingers held her. He watched her face twist in pain as she tried to pull away from him. Instead of letting her go, he jerked her towel away from her and, seething, grasped her right breast in his palm.

Bulma screamed and felt her knees buckle as he clawed his hand into the vulnerable pale skin of her breast, twisting it painfully. Crying out, tears in her eyes, she tried to pry his hand away desperately. Finally, he shoved her to the ground at his feet and waited as she curled around herself, holding her hands over her now-crimon aching breast. She barely heard his words as he snarled above her; "That was for what you did to my tail! Doesn't feel too good, does it?"

She didn't reply, only lay there, curled into herself and wished the ground would somehow open up and swallow her. She even prayed for it to happen. She felt his fingers in her hair, brushing against the nape of her neck before jerking her to her feet by a handful of her silken tresses. She cringed as he shoved her forward, naked, still holding onto the hair in the back of her head. "I don't know what I am going to do with you." He said, much like a parent to a wayward child, "Something has to be done, though. I can't have you running away every five seconds."

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"Please, don't do this!" She cried, fearfully, as he led her into a strange room she'd never seen before. It was bare save for an oddly shaped metal table of some sort. It reminded her of a hospital gurney, only it was swiveled upright inside of horizontal. A single overhead light shone down upon the structure, casting the rest of the room in darkness. "I said I was sorry for running away!"

Vegeta ignored her and shoved her into the room. She became aware of eyes watching from the room's shadows. She began trembling in newfound fear and humilation at being watched when she had nothing to hide her outward nakedness save for her long tangled blue hair. To the shadows, the Saiyan Prince barked tersly in her own tongue; "Take care of her. You may be as rough as you like, but don't kill her! This is to be her punishment for an ealier...transgression."

"Please!" Bulma implored once more, turning her eyes towards him, "Don't let them hurt me!"

Laughter from the gloom near the room's edges cut into her pleading voice as Vegeta merely shook his head at her. "Maybe next time you will think twice about disobeying me."

This is nessesary, He thought as he closed the door behind himself and headed towards the bridge of the ship to assess how soon they'd be actually leaving this dustpile of a planet, She has to be broken. She's far too rebellious.

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Crying openly, huge gasping sobs raking her slight form, Bulma stood in the center of the room looking about herself like a cornered animal with no where to run. With a startled gasp, she felt the arms wrap tightly about her waist and pick her up off the floor. Several more pairs of hands caught her flailing arms and legs and, she realized with dawning horror, carried her towards the waiting metal gurney-like table. Still sobbing uncontrollably in anticipation of what was to come, Bulma felt herself heing lashed down to the table. Strong leather bindings secure about her wrists on either side of her, her ankles tied in an equal fashion to the ends of the table so that she had no choice but to be slightly spread-legged and helpless.

Then, and only then, did she open her eyes enough to see the faces of her tormentors. Of course, she thought, Who else would it be? She recognized the men from earlier and disgust turned her stomach as she recalled thier last encounter. She glared at them as they leered at her. All but one, who seemed to look at her with some type of pity, although she did not miss the growing bulge in his pants either. She looked at him through tear-hazed eyes, her bottom lip trembling; "Y-your called...Kakkarot...aren't you?"

"That's right." He said, smiling nervously at her, the raw lust in his dark eyes marring his otherwise very good-looking features. He was, by far, the more handsome of his cronies. Not that that would have mattered to Bulma. She only wanted to get out of this mess. Kakkarot looked at the woman, naked and helpless and just waiting to taken and felt himself growing harder at the mere thought. She was looking at him oddly though, he noted, and when she'd asked about his name it made him strangely...uncomfortable.

"Don't listen to her!" Krillin, who had been standing to Bulma's right and gazing longingly at her heaving breasts as they moved when she breathed, cried out, "You heard Prince Vegeta! We have to punish her!"

"Yes," Tien said softly, he seemed to always speak thusly, though Bulma didn't really know how he spoke outside of bedroom matters, "So don't start feeling sorry for her, Kakkarot."

"Heh," Kakkarot chuckled at his friends, "I'm not! It's just...I hate seeing someone so scared...It's not like we're going to really hurt her..."

"Speak for yourself," Yamcha grinned from the other side of Krillin, next to Bulma's head, "He did say we could be rough as long as we don't kill her."

Bulma looked from face to face, trying, in vain, to locate one who would sympathize with her and perhaps let her go. The tears from earlier had left jagged streaks down her cheeks and her nose was running horribly. She listened to the men discuss what they wanted to do her, some of it turning her face bright red and others making her eyes widen in horror. She was unprepared for it when the one called Kakkarot leaned over her, the table lowered slightly with the pressure and began to rub himself against her as he fondled her breasts. She cried out in pain as her one breast was still rather tender from Vegeta handling it previously.

"Shh..." He hushed her, his face near her ear, he spoke softly so that others could not hear, "Even though this is suppose to be a punishment for you, it doesn't have to be all terrible. I'll try to keep from hurting you too much, okay?"

"Please," She breathed, her voice husky from sobbing, "Don't...you don't have to do this...you don't have to be like them..."

"Shh... He said simply, running his hands along her sides and down to clutch at her small, rounded buttocks before drifting lower. She felt his hands upon her thighs, caressing the soft flesh near the azure-haired mound of her womanhood. "Just enjoy this. Trust me, you will wish it were still me when it's thier turn..."

Wimpering, Bulma felt Kakkarot's fingers playing about the entrance to her womanhood, drawing lazy cirlces about her slowly hardening clitoris, forming small gasps from her mouth. Thrusting his fingers into her chasm, he moved them in and out, rapidly as he continued to stroke the bud of her pleasure. Hating herself for feeling something other than revulsion and hatred, Bulma felt herself being carried away by several short, yet intensive orgasms. Instead of stopping to let her recover, Kakkarot increased his actions until she was writhing, pulling at the bonds, jerking her hips in the air towards his hand and crying out in what was more than fear and pain. As her body clenched about his fingers, drenching his hand in her flowing juices he removed it and positioned himself at her entrance.

"Hey!" He said, loudly, for his companions to hear, "Hope that was good for you 'cause it's my turn now! I'm going to fuck you now."

She heard the others laugh roughly as he chuckled for thier benefit.

She didn't answer, not really expecting that he needed an answer of any type and it was almost a relief when he entered her and began pumping furiously, driving himself deeper and deeper into her tightness. Grasping her shoulders as she plunged inside of her, Kakkarot clutched them hard enough to hurt and she winced as he nearly tore her fragile body in half in his excitement. Pain shot from her inner thighs up her spine and back down as he slammed into her, heaving in and out faster and faster, breathing in time to his actions.

He felt her clench involuntarily around him and that became his undoing. Groaning incoherantly, Kakkarot felt his release come swift and suddenly, flooding his seed into her and all around his softening sex. Pulling out of her, he smiled sheepishly down at her and said; "Like I said before, your a good sport." Turning to Tien, Krillin and Yamcha, he added, "She's all yours, guys! Don't be too rough on her, 'k?"

"Whatever you say, Carrot-stick!" Krillin laughed, he'd been waitng forever to get a shot at the blue-haired beauty, "You old softy, you!"

Kakkarot laughed and said, over his shoulder, "I'm starving! I need to go eat before I collapse!"

Bulma saw Kakkarot leave and realized, belatedly, that any hope of coming out this unscathed lie with his retreating backside. She tried to call out to him, to bring him back, because, even though he'd raped her not once but twice now, she knew that his methods weren't as brutal as his compainons' promised to be. The wolfish gleam in the one called Yamcha's eyes, as he advanced on her, told her all she needed to know and more.