Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Violation ❯ Bulma's Doohicky ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Sniveling, her body bruised and cut in several places, Bulma was finally allowed down from the table. She crumpled in a heap on the floor, shivering, trying to fold herself into as small a ball as she could and sink out of sight. It had been horrid. The images, fresh with her recent pain and humilation, flooded into her mind as her tormenters laughed and joked around her, all having been sated in one way or another.

She heard, from far off it seemed, the door sliding opened with a rush of air and footsteps walking purposefully towards her. Screaming in pain as an hand gripped her upper arm and pulled her to her feet, she sagged in agony and weariness as every movement seemed made just to cause her agony. Vegeta looked at her, cupped her face in his hand and turned her head to the side and back, studying her. She knew he saw the marks on her face, adding insult to her otherwise quite beautiful features. He let her fade go with a scowl and, still holding her up, turned to the men.

"Why is her face like that?" She wimpered and thought he was stupid if he didn't know all ready. Her eyes drifted accussingly over towards Yamcha, who looked defiantly back, as if just begging her to start something. She looked at the wall behind him and tried to still her roiling thoughts, but being angry and thinking about revenge was far better than having all her attention on her sore and tired body so she went back to glaring at him. "I didn't tell you that you could spoil her face like this."

"She tried to bite me!" Yamcha cried out, his dark eyes flashing with fear, "What was I suppose to do?"

"Let her bite it off." Vegeta snarled, "I gave you no permission to strike her. Especially her face and especially not so hard!"

Yamcha cowered, lowering his eyes and backed away a little behind Tien, who just looked disgusted and moved away from him. He'd tried to stop his friend when he went into a frenzy earlier, hitting the helpless girl several times in the face and chest when she wasn't being as co-operative as he would have liked. Tien, like Krillin and Kakkarot, had no problems with taking this newest little plaything of Vegeta's and having thier way with her with Vegeta's consent, but did not enjoy the idea of taking out more than just thier lust on her.

To them, it seemed, somehow...wrong.

Vegeta moved Bulma so that she was pressed agains his chest, with his free hand he raised it above his head and she felt something happening, a warmth and tingling sensation. She also heard Yamcha crying out, pleading, clearly frightened. Vegeta held the ball of ki in his palm, arm raised, ready to throw towards that whimpering human trying to hide behind his friends. He was angry enough to do it. He thought to himself, I should have killed the idiot a long time ago. But something stopped him. The ki ball flickered and dwindled back inside himself, he lowered his arm and said; "Next time I will kill you."

He wondered, later, why he didn't just end his pitiful life. Shrugging, he turned and steered the badly battered woman out of the room. She'd had enough punishment for one day, he was quite certain, and would need to rest if she were to be any good to him later.

"Lay down." He ordered, once they'd arrived in his chambers once more, he pointed towards the bed and she paled. She was far to weak to survive it if he wished to take her again. She turned her eyes towards him, pleading silently for him to let her be for once.

"I'm not going to do anything to you." He said, understanding why she hesitated, "I just thought you'd like a chance to sleep for a bit. We're going to be taking off soon and since I've ordered the gravity altered after take-off, I don't think it would be a good idea for you to try walking around."

Thankfully, Bulma crawled into the bed and burrowed under the blankets. They were surpisingly warm for being such a cold, stale color. "Here." She opened her eyes to see him holding something down to her. She took what appeared to be a small white pill and a glass of water. She looked at him questionally and he said; "It will help you sleep and disguise the pain. Trust me, it won't kill you."

She disliked taking pills of any sort and was tempted to pocket it in her cheek and spit out, but she thought of how badly she was hurting and how she wanted to sleep so she could escape, in the only way she had left, in her dreams, and swallowed the tiny white orb with the water he gave her. She drank the water in huge, gasping gulps unaware of how thirsty she actually was. Sighing, water dripping from her chin, she fell, tired, back to the pillow and felt her eyes drift closed. She was asleep even before the pill had time to start working.

Watching her sleep, under the influence of the heavy drug he'd given her, Vegeta thought to himself; This slave is going to be trouble. He didn't know how or why, but he could feel it in his bones. She wouldn't be as easy to break as some others he'd had in the past. He wasn't sure, but he didn't think this was altogether such a bad thing. The ship had taken off and they were headed towards a distant planet to take care of some business.

Deciding that it was probably safe enough to leave her alone for awhile, he stood, stretched and made his way towards the door. A few moments later found him confined within the ship's large training bay, working off some wayward aggression that rutting did not seem to aide. He had set the computers to it's highest capicity and turned off the false-safes, not really needing them, after all. As he dodged the random missles flung from the ceiling and walls, leaping over and flipping gracefully out the way, sweat broke out across his brow and dampened his uniform to his skin.

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Bulma's eyes drifted open. Cloudy, she thought vaugly, everything looked...cloudy. Shaking her head, she rubbed at her eyes, trying to chase the cobwebs from her brain. What in Kami's name did he give me?! She wondered, trying to sit up and feeling her head spin. Or was it the room? Pushed back down to the mattress by a pull of gravity she was unused to, Bulma blinked at the ceiling, wishing she had more strength and wasn't all doped up.

Inch by inch, she pulled herself from the bed, crawling along the edge and then finally dropping with a thud to the floor, striking her knee on the metal plates set into the floor. For several moments she merely lay there, on her back, panting, staring into nothingness. By sheer stubborness alone, she struggled to roll over and crawl, painstakingly, across the floor. She knew where she was going, if only she could get there.

"Hmm...here we are..." She said to herself as she pulled herself up, near a metal hatch build into the side of the wall she'd seen Vegeta open and poke around in earlier. She'd tried not to show too much interest in what he was doing at the time, but she'd seen enough to know what to make of it. Flipping it open, she scanned the levers and buttons, her mind switching into genuis mode like flicking a light switch. After a few more tiresome moments, she managed to get the thing open and the wires were exposed. Red and green and blue and yellow. Pretty, pretty rainbow hues they seemed to her.

She wished she had tools to work with, relaying on her wits and what nature gave her, mainly her teeth and nails, didn't make the work any easier. She knew she had to find some way of getting this hunk of junk turned around so she could get home and perhaps see if any one was left still alive. Moreover, she just needed to get out of there!

But how to do it? She chewed her bottom lip, working, her body slowly becoming accustomed to the gravity, the drug's influence still with her, but not as great. She thought perhaps the sweat from her body as she made her way to the panel had expelled most of it from her system. She was glad of that, she didn't like feeling as if her head were attached the end of a balloon string, floating way above her shoulders.

"Ah! Perfect!" She whispered, proud of herself as she most always was after she'd created something useful. Holding out the odd-looking oblong-shaped....doohicky...Bulma turned it towards herself and, after a slight prayer that it would actually work, pressed a button and closed her eyes, waiting. It did not take long. She felt a slight shimmer flow up and down her body and then a sudden fizzling noise could be heard followed by the sensation that she wasn't all together...real...any more.

Turning, she tried to catch sight of herself in the reflection of of the gun-metal wall. She saw nothing but the bed. The bed witch was situated directly behind her. Chuckling a little, she beamed at her non-reflection. She slipped out of the room and looked down the corridor. Two guards were posted near the door, but they did not seem to sense anything as she moved past them. For once, she was grateful not to be wearing anything. How in the world did you explain floating clothing, especially when they were filled with what seemed to be a female's shape?

Narrowing her eyes as she thought of all the pain she'd had to endure, she fisted her hands at her sides, the desire to get home and away from those who had hurt her playing second fiddle to a more urgent need. The need to make them pay. She swore with all her being that she would see it to they writhed in pain and humilation. An eye for an eye. It was only just. Some how, some way, she'd live to see them suffer.