Night has fallen

Disclaimer: I don’t own DBZ.

I worked on this one, whenever I was in a dark mood. I started to write on this one with the idea of a Vegeta, who hadn’t changed during Namek or during the time he spent on earth before the Androids appeared. This is a very dark, evil Vegeta, who only lives for his own desires and revenge. This one is rated R, so no children allowed. This fic has some disturbing themes in it. So a Warning is appropriate here. Don’t read any futher if you can’t handle these things. Once more; Warning! This one is very dark!


Night has fallen


Bulma felt uncomfortable. Had felt so for a couple of months actually. It started when he returned from outerspace for the second time. When he walked out of her capsule spaceship, even she could almost feel his incredible power. Something had happened out there, and whatever it had been, it had been enough to let him reach his ultimate goal: Super-Saiyan.

It only made him even more arrogant. She didn’t believe it was possible, but he was actually even more demanding than first. And she had grown tired, trying to fight him. So she had quit fighting him. But the strange thing was, that Vegeta was actually missing their frequent fights, and he used every opportunity to irritate her, and sometimes he did succeed. But things had got worse. Vegeta now appeared to spent all his time ( when he wasn’t training of course) somehow in her presence. He then just stared at her, with his dark eyes, following her every move. That was really making Bulma feel uncomfortable.

The way he looked at her with those dark eyes was always so intense! She didn’t quite understand, what it meant, but she had a nagging suspicion. He looked at her, so intense, so possessive. It gave her the creeps.

Sometimes, his gaze held such a raw hunger, that it caused Bulma to act very much unlike herself: she ran. She hated her own cowardice. Was she the same person that was almost the only one, who dared to stand up to him, to oppose him, to argue with him? But at those times, she chickened out. She was afraid of him, and what he could do, and what he could make her feel. Because there were times when his unhidden desire gave her the feelings of being wanted, needed. And that was dangerous to her. It could make her... give in. It had been a long time ago that Yamcha had looked at her like that. Their relationship had faded away, much to her distress. She had wanted a steady relationship, but above all she had wanted children.

People would laugh at that. The high and mighty miss Bulma Briefs, wanting children? It was her greatest wish, but it had driven Yamcha away from her. He was afraid of the commitments, the responsibilities. So they had ended their long relationship. And it had left Bulma without hope of a family of her own.

But when she had those feelings of doubt, then always her common sense kicked in, and she quickly remembered what kind of man, correction; Saiyan, he actually was: a ruthless, cruel warrior, who lived for one single purpose: to best her best friend Goku, then killing him, and claim his title as the most powerful warrior in the universe, conquering, killing on a whim. And probably, Earth would be the first thing to go. And he had to defeat those androids, to show them once and for all who was the strongest. Men and their big ego’s; Bulma snorted to herself.
t ift if she gave in to him? That would be a one way relationship: she would be giving, and he would be taking. She had been through it before, and had no desire of repeating it. Bulma sighed, and placed her face in her hands, and rubbed her eyes, trying to ease the sting. She would not cry anymore. Not over Yamcha. But it was hard. Bulma sniffed, once. It was hard to see all your dreams being crushed by someone who wasn’t ready for commitments. And here she was contemplating a possible relationship with Vegeta. ‘No,’ Bulma thought by herself, ‘I will be strong, and someday, somebody will love me for who I am, and not for my looks or my money. If that’s possible,’ sneered Bulma to herself. She had become very pessimistic and sarcastic the last few years. Her father had commented once that she was very wise for her years. Bulma snorted. She didn’t feel that way. It was the opposite: she didn’t know how to handles sis situation with Vegeta. And truth to be told, she was quite apprehensive of trying to deal with it. She just couldn’t think of a way of solving this problem.

Bulma sighed; these thoughts were getting her nowhere. She yawned, and stretched. She wasn’t sleeping well the past few months. Her feelings bothered her at night, they didn’t let her rest for long. And the thought that the cause of her fears and confusement was only sleeping a few meters down the hallway, wasn’t a comfort either. She yawned once more, and rested her head on her arms. Her work was finished, she had no more appointments, and the GR had just been fixed, so... She could use a nap. Just a quick one, and she would be up and ready to deal with remainder of the day (which meant cooking a very large meal for a certain prince).


***


A hand trailing over her face, brushing her hair. “Mam, just give me a couple more minutes, ok?” She turned her head, and let herself once more drift away. Vaguely she heard a chuckle. ‘Just shut up,’ Bulma thought sleepily, and dozed off.

“Woman, wake up!” Bulma was roughly shaken awake. She looked up angerily at the prince. Couldn’t he just leave her alone for a while.

“What’s the matter, Vegeta?” She asked him, with an even tone.

The Saiyan frowned at her, and looked at her with his cold eyes. Bulma just stared back.

“Dinner, now!”

B too took a deep breath, and slowly breathed out, trying to control her rising anger. “What time is it?” She managed to say that with the same calm voice as she used before.

Vegeta seemed irritated that his baiting didn’t work. He snapped: “Five pm!”

“Sorry, I was just taking a nap. I seem to be more exhausted than I tought,” mumbled Bulma to herself. Still the Saiyan Prince heard.

“Typical for such a worthless weakling.”

“Whatever you say, Vegeta.” Bulma rose and started for the door, when she was suddenly picked up and slammed against the wall.

“Don’t use that tone of voice to me, woman, if you know what’s best for you!” He snarled, and pressed himself against Bulma. He wisphered in her ear. “You don’t want me to get... upset.”

“Sorry, I’m tired, could you let go off me now? I have a dinner to cook.”

Vegeta raised his head and looked at her. Bulma sucked her breath in. The same hunger was clearly visible in his eyes.

“What if I don’t want to?” He asked that in a husky voice. It sent shivers down Bulma’s spine. Vegeta pushed Bulma up some higher, and slid a leg between hers, and effectively immobilising her completely. He dipped his head, and started to nibble on her neck.

Bulma was completely surprised by his actions. She let him for a moment, trying to get her wits back. Then, she started to struggle. “Vegeta, what are you doing!”

‘Nice one, Bulma,’ she thought sarcastic,’that will sure stop him!’

Vegeta chuckled. “Isn’t it obvious, woman?” He started to kiss her neck, all the way up to her ear.

“Could you stop it, now!”

Vegeta looked up and smiled cruelly: “You seem to be enjoying yourself. Why would you want me to stop?”

Bulma shuddered. What he was saying was true. She enjoyed it. But that didn’t mean she wanted it.
Bulma layed her hands on his chest, and tried to push him back. “Look Vegeta, I’m... I will be honest with you. I ehm... I do like the...” Bulma flushed, this was really an awkward discussion for her. She took a deep breath, and continued, while trying to ignore Vegeta, who was smirking about her obvious embarrasment. “I do like the feelings you er...make me feel. But, I don’t want you to give them to me. I’m just not ready for-“

She was abruptly cut off, when Vegeta lifted her up, and slammed her up against the wall, again. Only this time he wasn’t gentle with her anymore; his hands encircled her upper arms like vices, and he pressed himself so thightly against her, that she had trouble breathing. He looked at her with a deadly intent clear in his burning eyes.

“Who do you think you are, you worthless little female. You shoul feel honored, that I’m willing to even spend time with you, and yet you think that you’re too good for me?”

Bulma struggled for enough breath to speak: “You’re wrong. I don’t think of me as being too good you you! Itust ust that I don’t feel like I’m in lo-... Vegeta, I always felt that you have to be in love with the person, to share this kind of intimacies with him. And Vegeta, I’m too scared to fall in love again, I mean, I don’t want to fall in love again. Yamcha was a very hard lesson, one I learned by heart. I know you think of love as a weakness, but for me...”

Vegeta just looked at her, not in the least affected by her little speech. “It’s just like you said. Love is a weakness. You should be happy to be rid of that scarred weakling. And I don’t care what you think or feel about me, “ he sneered cruelly, “but I want you. And I as ges get what I want. I tried to make my intentions clear to you, but you choose to ignore me, so... My patience has run out, I’m done waiting for you to realize what I want of you. Now, I’ll just take you, make you mine. That was my intent all along, but I thought that giving you time would make things easier for you. Maybe it is that you are afraid of me, little woman, afraid of what I am, and what I can do?” He chuckled evily. “Well, you better be. I’m not one of those sissy Z-losers. On the contrary; I’m everything they’re not. And it will keep me alive; it gives me what I want. I didn’t change, although Kakarot was so sure I would. What if I don’t want to?”

Bulma didn’t say anything, she just looked at him, in shock. He just voiced her greatest fear: him, still being the cold, ruthless killer, after everything she and Goku had done, to make him feel at home, and content. She had tried to give him what he wanted, to give him equipment, food, clothes, freedom, space. She always gave him his space. Hadn’t it been enough? And what now, what would he do? Was he strong enough to defeat Goku, to kill him? For the sake of the world, she prayed he wasn’t.

Finally, she looked him square in the eyes, and asked him in a hautain voice, which she knew would piss him off: “And what now? Kill us?”

Vegeta didn’t say anything for a few seconds, but she saw the anger in his eyes building. Then he suddenly smiled; an very cruel, and very cold smile.

“Your dear friends will certainly die. And you, I’m not sure yet. But... I think not. You can watch your friends, your whole world die, and you’ll be powerless to stop it. Then, I’ll keep you with me, and you’ll be forced to live with the murderer of your people. You always wanted to understand me, right? You always wanted to know what I’ve been through, living under Frieza’s command. I’ll give you a taste of it. You’ll be mine, and you can do nothing about it.”

“You’re not stronger than Goku!”

“Now, you’re wrong. You see, your Kami has this little room at his lookout, that’s called ‘The Chamber of Spirit and Time’, or something fancy like that. In that room, one year there is equal to one day here on Earth. I went to your Kami, telling him that I couldn’t control my transformation, and that I needed more time to prepare myself for those tin soldiers. And your Kami is so fixed on saving your earth, that he didn’t even think twice about my motives, but instead letting me use that chamber multiple times. I’ve spent there altogether four years, training, mastering my new powers, and guess what I found out?” he looked at Bulma with a triumphant smirk: “There are higher levels of power. And I reached those levels, and mastered them too. And I think there will be more to come.”

Suddenly he grapped a handful of Bulma’s hair, and pulled it down, exposing her troath to him. He nuzzled it, and inhaled her scent deeply. “The only thing that was a nuisance while I was in there, was you. In the most inappropriate times, you popped up in my thoughts, making me want you. And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get you out of my head. You distracted me. And I hate you for it. Never before has a woman done this to me. No, I won’t kill you. I’ll just make your life a living hell.”

Vegeta looked the terrified woman straight in the eyes, and licked his lips. “How I will enjoy this,” he wispered huskily.

He pushed Bulma up a little higher, til his face was facing her throat. Bulma was absolutly shocked. She was speechless. Never had she expected this! And she was terrified. What if all he was saying was true? He had been away for some days at times; then he always came back, used the GR, ate and slept, and disappeared again. At that time, Bulma hadn’t thought about it, in fact, it was quite normal. She tried to look at him, which gave her pains in the neck; one of his hand was still firmely tangled in her hair, pulling her head back. She wanted to run, now! She tried to wiggle, but she was completely helpless: his body prevented any movement and she only had one free arm.

But before she could say or do anything, Vegeta clamped his teeth on her neck, biting down harsly. Bulma hissed with the sudden pain, and started to trash. Vegeta was not phased at all. He just suckled her neck, but he removed his hand from her hair, and put it at the neckline of her shirt.

‘He wouldn’t-‘ thought Bulma in panic. But he ripped away the several layers of clothing like it were leaves of paper.

“No, no, Vegeta. Stop- Stop this! I don’t want this. Please Vegeta, please...”

“Beg, woman, it will not help you. Like I said, I don’t care. You’re mine, and you better start getting used to this kind of treatment.”

Bulma tried to stop him, but it wasn’t of any use. ‘He’s so strong, too strong.’

He stripped her of her jeans and underwear, and divested himself of his spandex and armour. Having her naked brought a feral look on his face, while he took in the sight of her body. He lowered them both to the ground, and settled himself on top, wedging himself between her long legs. Bulma felt his arousal pressing hard against her thigh. ‘Is this happening to me’ she asked herself in shock.

Vegeta took his time. His hands traveled over her body, stroking her curves. He seemed to like her breasts. He stroked them gently, and to her shame and terror, Bulma felt her body respond: her nipples hardened to tiny buds. Vegeta looked at her with a twisted smile. “Like it?” he lowered his head, and to her shock, he took one nipple in his mouth, sucking it, while his other hand came up to massage her other breast. Bulma felt herself becoming aroused, and she was horryfied by it. Having two hands free now, she tangled them in his hair, and tried to pull his head up. But Vegeta didn’t budge.

While he was still suckling and biting her breasts, his hands traveled down to the juncture of her thighs. Instinctively, Bulma tried to shut her legs, earning an angry growl of Vegeta. He grapped her legs, and splayed them far apart. He entered her roughly with two fingers. Bulma gave a strangled cry, which turned on Vegeta even more. He suddenly bit down hard on the side of her left breast, drawing blood. Bulma gasped for air. Then Vegeta seemed to lose it.

He grapped her hips, holding her still, and trust himself deeply into her. Bulma cried out at the sudden intrusion, she tried to throw him off, but to no avail. Vegeta placed her legs around his middle, giving him an even deeper penetration. He started a deep, harsh rhythm, and buried his head in her neck, biting down again on the previous bite. He suckled her neck, while pounding voilently into her, ignoring her whimpers of pain.

Bulma wondered how long it would take for him to finish. She bit down hard on her lips, trying to muffle her cries of pain. How could have this happen?She bit back her tears. Where had she gone wrong? Had she ever led him on? Bulma lost her train of thought, when he suddenly sped up his trusts, and started to growl low in his throath. Then, after a few trust, which Bulma thought would break her in two, he spilt forcefully in her. He sank down on her, panting, not caring that he was much too heavy for her. But when Bulma started to struggle for breath, he lifted his weight of her, propping himself up on his lower arms, but keeping himself inside of her. And to Bulma’s shock, she felt him harden inside of her. She looked to Vegeta to see him staring back at her with something that resembled... regret? But before she could be sure, it had disappeared. He now looked at her with clear lust in his eyes.

“You’re better than I thought. But next time, try not to spoil my fun by whining and crying.”

Bulma didn’t respond. She had turned her head away, not wanting to look at him.

He grapper chr chin, and turned her head so he could face her.

“Shall I make you scream my name? I bet I could do that.”

What was he talking about? “Can’t you just leave me alone now. You’ve hurt me. Feeling better now? Good. Now let me get up. And don’t ever come near me again. Leave my-“

“I’m not done with you. Actually, I don’t think I ever will. You’ve become an addiction to me, this last couple of years. And now I have a taste of you... I don’t think I’ll ever get enough. So, I guess that makes you my mine. I’ve marked you as such.”

Bulma suddenly felt rage flowing through her: “You damn alien! Just get the hell away from me! Who do-“

Vegeta kissed her effectively stopping her tirade. Bulma went numb. This was the first time he kissed her. And he was gentle. He opened his mouth slightly, and slipped his tong over her closed lips. Surprised, Bulma opened up her mouth, and Vegeta immediatly took advantage. He filled her mouth, tasting her, teasing her.

But Bulma didn’t respond, she just stared at him, she was completely lost by his actions. She couldn’t comprehend what he was doing. Kissing her like a lover did... Bulma felt tears coming; she was completely emotionally and physically exhausted.

“Where have I gone wrong?” She wispered to his lips. He raised his head to look at her. They stared at each other in silence for a moment. Then Vegeta opened his mouth, as if to say something, hut he hesitated. He stroke a stray of hair out of her face.

“Some things are just inevitable. You must not worry yourself with such useless questions. Just accept it.”

“Accept you?”

“It would make things a lot easier for the both of us, but especially for you.”

“Do you really think I will just let you do all this things to me, to Goku, to the world? I will figou aou all the way, with everything I got.”

Suddenly, he smirked. “I know. That is what makes you so... irresitible.” He kissed her again, and started to move again, but this time he was less violent, and he took his time. Bulma whimpered; she was sore, due to his harsh treatment. He took notice and tried to soothe her be moving his hands up and down the sides of her body, while he started to purr softly. And to Bulma’s utter shock, her body relaxedmostmost against her will.

‘No, no, I won’t,... I don’t...’ Bulma looked at Vegeta, and saw the possessiveness in his eyes. Tears slid down her cheeks. “Please, leave me alone.”

“Never.” Vegeta leaned down and captured a tear with his lips. He looked deep into her eyes, and repeated his dark promise: “Never.”


*


Bulma woke up, feeling very disorientated. Where was she? She worked herself slowly into a sitting position, mindful of the bruises which adorned her body. Well, she thought dejectedly, it hadn’t been a bad dream. It was all very real. When her eyes had gotten used to the darkness, she noticed she was in a room. And by the lack of furniture and other ‘needless adornments’ as Vegeta put it, she was in his room. In the bed. Vegeta himself was nowhere to be seen. She heaved a sigh of relief. She slowly got out of the bed, wincing whenever she used a sore muscle. Memories of the night before seemed to twirl around in her mind, making her feel dizzy. Images of Vegeta laughing cruelly, of him using her until she had screamed her throat horse, of him reveling in the taste of her blood, in her gasps of pain. Animal was all that registered in her mind.

She steadied herself, using the bed. She felt bile rising up her throat. She tried to force it down, but she didn’t succeeded. She rushed into the enjoining bathroom, retching above the toilet, untill nothing would come out anymore. Exhausted, she leaned against the toilet, too tired to even flush it. It was all to much for her.

“Woman, what the hell are you doing on the floor?” Strong arms lifted her up, and carried her back into the room, laying her again on the bed. Vegeta walked back into the bathroom and flushed the toilet. Then he returned, and stood next to her, looking down at her.

“Hmm, I suggest you get some sleep. After all, what use do you have for me, if you lose your strenght? Now, I’ll be gone for a while, attending to some... business. Then, when I’ll get back, we’ll prepare to leave this mudball. That new Capsule ship where you were working on, it’s finished?”

Bulma nodded, unable to reply.

“Good. Stocked?”

Again a nod.

“We’ll see what else we need. Well, then, wish them luck, as you earthlings say.”

“L-luck?” Was all Bulma could get out.

Vegeta smirked. “Yes, luck. I’m going to see how your friends fare against me. They will need all the luck they can get.”

“N-no, p-please...” Bulma tried to reach him, but he caught her hand, nearly crushing it.

“Do not bother. Sleep now, and wait for me.” He pulled a blanket over her naked form, and bent over to kiss her lips. And there it was again; a surprisingly gentle kiss.

“Now,” he looked at her, still smirking, “don’t stay up for me.” He walked out, onto the balcony, and shot off, in the direction of the Son’s home.

And even though Bulma fought against it with all the strenght she had left, sleep overwhelmed her. But it was a restless sleep, filled with terrifying nightmares.


***


“Bulma... Bulma?” The sound of her name roused Bulma slowly out of her sleep.

“Bulma, girl, where are you? Bulma!” Bulma tried to make a sound, but found out her throat was still very horse.

“Oh, there you are! What are you doing here, in Vegeta’s room? Ohh! If you could go downstairs, now, Yamcha’s downstairs, and very eager to talk to you, he seemed very nervous! I offered him some tea but-“

“Bulma, you have to come, now!” Suddenly, Yamcha barged into the room, startling her mother. Bulma opened her mouth to talk, but she could only produce some squeaks. Both her mother and Yamcha looked quite alarmed at that.

“What’s wrong dear?” Her mother asked worriedly.

“Yeah, what’s the-“ Yamcha had been walking towards her, but was put of, when Bulma tried to burry herself into the blanket, ashamed to be seen this way.

“What... Oh my god, what has he done? Here, don’t- don’t worry, I’m not gonna do anything...”

“Bulma,” her mother sounded very worried now, while she moved to sit beside Bulma on the bed, “what’s going on, what-“ Bulma’s mother gasped, when she saw the bruises and wounds on her neck, and left shoulder, which weren’t covered under the blanket. Her eyes went wide. “Who has done this to you? Oh, Bulma, baby...” Bunny bit hard on her lip, to keep herself from crying.

“He did... Did he force you, Bulma?” Yamcha had carefully approached her, although Bulma couldn’t see him, as she hadn’t looked up at all. Tears were running down her cheeks, but she uttered not a single sound.

“Who did... you mean, Vegeta. There’s something wrong with Vegeta, isn’t there?” Bunny asked with anxiety.

“Wrong?! You mean, he has totally lost it! He has attacked Goku and his family! Piccolo, Tien, Chiaotzu, Krillin and I went there, feeling the great outburst in ki. But when we came there... Gods, the sight was truly horrific! Vegeta has somehow mastered some entire new, stronger forms of a Super-Saiyan, and idn’idn’t stand a chance... Gohan, Chichi were already dead when I got there... Goku was...He had...God, I can’t talk about it... And we weren’t any better off... Then I decided to come here, to see if you have something, a clue how we can overpower him, maybe a sort of drug, or poison... But now, look what he did to you! I’ll get you outta here! I’ll get you somewhere safe!”

He picked her up, wrapping her up in the blanket. He wiched when he saw the bruises and dried up blood. Bulma thought she saw tears in his eyes. ‘Please don’t cry for me,’ she thought, ‘it won’t make a difference anymore...’

Yamcha hastily walked down the stairs, followed closely by Bunny. He rushed out of the house, heading for the labs.

“Bunny, show me the entrance to that big shelter Dr. Briefs has built. I mean,... it isll tll there, right?”

“Yes... but I have to find my husband first then! I have forgotten the code! If I would have just listened for once when he told me... I’ll be right back!” She rushed inside one of the labs.

Yamcha shifted Bulma somewhat in his arms. She looked so awful. Miss Bulma Briefs, who could handle every crisis like no other, neduceduced to a victim herself. His heart almost broke at the sight of seeing her like this. He hadn’t realised untill now, that he needed to see her as the strong person she was. Even though it had been one of the reasons he had broken off their relationship. She was much to strong for him; he was sure he never could have that kind of strenght. They never could be equals. But he knew, that Bulma would settle for whatever he would, could, be able to give. And he didn’t want that. He knew she would be giving up parts of herself. He would never want that. No, she needed someone, with a strenght that could compare with hers. Then, she would be truly happy, with someone who wasn’t afraid of her. Because he was afraid of her...

But Vegeta... Yamcha always hated him with a passion. He seemed strong enough, clever enough, to fit Yamcha’s description of the perfect man for Bulma... But he was also a killer, and he certainly wouldn’t ever care for Bulma like the way Yamcha did... And now... He had raped her, and he hadn’t been around to protect her. He blamed himself. That’s why he needed to hide her, to keep her from that psychopath, untill he was taken care of... But Yamcha didn’t know if this time, they would win... Goku was dead, Gohan too, and he couldn’t sense the kis of his friends anymore... He feared the worst.

Bulma moved somewhat in his arms. The movement caught Yamcha’s attention immediatley.

“Bulma, what’s up?”

“P-put me down, please.”

“Are you sure,” he asked when he softly put her on her feet. She was clutching at the blanket, while she leaned against the wal of a lab.

“I-I know the code, b-but I think it w-won’t do us any good,” she wispered.

“Bulma, Vegeta is brutally killing the Z-fighters, and look what he has done to you...”

“I didn’t want t-this to happen! I d-didn’t...”

“Baby, I know! Do you really think that I would blame you?! No, never, no one seenseen this coming! But I want you somewhere safe, away from Vegeta. He-“

“I guess it’s too late for that now.”

Yamcha froze at hearing that voice. He slowly turned around, while silently cursing himself for not having been on his guard.

Vegeta stood there, still in a Super-Saiyan mode. The power he radiated was huge, it washed over him, flooding his senses, making him dizzy. He backed away a few steps, untill he stood right before Bulma, who was still slumped against the wall.

Vegeta took a few menacing steps forward. He growled softly. “You’ve touched my woman. I can smell your scent all over her,” he hissed.

Yamcha screwed up his courage: “Your woman, Vegeta?! She’s not yours! Look at what you’ve done to her! You’ve raped her!”

“Saiyan mating isn’t a very gentle ritual.”

“You did what?! Mating?! My god, you’re one sick bastard! Mating! She’s not some kind of animal!”

Vegeta laughed at him. “But I am, right? Well, I’ll show you how ‘animal’ I can be. Your the last one of my list, I think... mmm, let me check... Yes, you’re the last one. And I’m going to make sure that you’ll suffer. No one touches my mate, and lives.”

Then, he moved so fast, that Yamcha wasn’t able to register it. Before he knew it, he was lifted up by his arms, and launched into the air. He landed a few hundered meters away, breaking through a couple of walls. He tried to rise up, but before he even could, Vegeta was in his face, eyes burning with hate and rage. ‘I’m going to die; Bulma, I’m so sorry,’ was all Yamcha could think about.


***


Bulma watched on in horror at seeing her friend slowly being killed by Vegeta. Her mind was trying to come up with an idea to stop this maniac, but she didn’t have anything that would be useful. Never, in all the time he had lived here, had she thought about devising a weapon to kill the Saiyan. She had never thought they would be needing it one day... And now, her friends had died, because they had all been so naive to believe Vegeta had changed!

She felt so powerless! Vegeta was playing with Yamcha, and she couldn’t do anything to help him! Vegeta had this satiefied smirk playing on his lips, while he slowly choked Yamcha. he he struck his fist right through his torso. Bulma averted here gaze, a hand clamped on her mouth, to stop herself from screaming. Suddenly, there was a bright light and a lot of heat, and when she looked up again, Yamcha was nowhere to be seen. Obliterated in a ki blast...

Bulma slid to the ground, she was feeling numb, as she watched Vegeta slowly approaching her, a triumphant smirk on his face. There was no escaping from him.

He finally stood before her, looking her up and down. “Gods, woman, you need a shower, you look awful. You smell awful too; you smell after that weakling.”

He picked her up, and craddled her in his arms like she was something precious to him. Bulma could see blood covering parts of his armour. She hid her face against his chest, not wanting to deal with the horrifying truth right now. But still, she had to ask: “You- you k-killed them all?”

“That I did. Revenge is sweet, my mate. You’ll learn.”

“M-mate?!”

“Of course. You are my mate, for once and for all. When Saiyans mate, it’s forever. Better get used to the idea, woman. It’s you and me from now on.” He flew them to his room, while Bulma cried desperate, lonely tears at the thought of her dark future.


***


I thought this where I could stop. For now. Because I have some things still floating in that twisted mind of mine; still some loose ends to be dealt with... Shall I write another chapter to this story? It’s up to you...

Any comments, questions, flames? Let me know.