Beware Criminal

Disclaimer: Get real, you know it ain’t mine! In other words, I don’t own DBZ.


A/N: Just some minor changes to chapter three, I hope for those of you have not read this story, you enjoy it.


My dark eyes roamed around the room, watching her enter the house and look around. It was obvious that she was looking for me. She put down the bags she had been carrying and put the things away, leaving only one bag. She grabbed the bag and walked into the living room, checking to see if I was there.

Seeing that I wasn’t, she proceeded up the stairs and stealthily, I followed. When she got to the bedroom, I settled in a dark corner, and was slightly pleased when she didn’t turn on the light. Instead she took off her shoes and crawled in the bed.

She didn’t even bother to wait up.

I floated over the bed and levitated for a moment.

Then silently and softly I laid myself next to her. She didn’t stir so I reached out and ran my fingers through her hair. She yelped and spun around. "Vegeta!" She sighed in relief, but didn’t calm down. I held out my hand and she leaned over and handed me the bag she brought with her. Opening it, I drank quickly and eased back into the bed, letting the buzz settle in.

"So", I muttered "I see you had a little conversation with him around, say… 9:00?"

I could feel her stiffen and flinch though I hadn’t touched her yet, when I glared at her.

"And what, pray tell was that?" I smirked. Still feisty.

"Don’t get cute!" I snapped and in calmer voice, "I just want you to know who he belongs to."

Before she could say another thing, I jumped on her. She struggled and beat her tiny fists on my chest. "Vegeta, I'm tired!"

I stopped. "I didn’t ask if you felt like it. We do what I like, when I like" I gripped tighter and she whimpered."You’re just a cheap, used whore!" She stopped struggling and stared ahead with sightless eyes. She’s give up. Pathetic tears welled up in her eyes.

"What’s wrong, you were wriggling like crazy a second ago"

She tried to turn around but I sat up on my knees and grabbed her arm, turning her to face me. She just laid there and cried as I tore her flimsy clothing to shreds and sat back to watch her, shaking my head.

"He wouldn’t want this. This... you are not enough for him. You can’t possibly handle him." My eyes bore into hers and she closed her eyes under the pressure. But they immediately popped back open when I pulled her legs and split them apart. Pulling her into the lewdest position I could think of, I just stared at her with as much hate as I could muster. "How could he be satisfied with this?" I loved throwing him in her face because she couldn’t have him. Hah, neither could I.

"But who knows. If he fucks you, he'll probably fuck you out of pity" She burst into tears and again, tried to squirm out of my grasp. "Keep still woman, you and I know that what’s coming is inevitable" I twisted her arm around her back and pulled her head to my lap.

"I think you know what is expected of you" She mercifully bent over and took me as far as she could go.

“You’d be lucky if he could keep a boner up during this sorry excuse for pleasure.” I kept the insults coming while brutally molesting her mouth. I lifted her face up slightly and dropped it back down and smirked hearing her gag and inhale sharply through her nose.

“You know it’s your own fault why this is happening.”

“You thought you could take him away from me.” With each push she gagged and struggled to breathe through her nose, saliva pooling around me as she drooled noisily, making loud slurping sounds.

When I felt myself nearing the edge, I pulled out and climaxed all over her face. I grabbed her head to keep her still and when I let her go, she hung her head in shame and humiliation, shaking violently with barely suppressed sobs. This time I let her cry.

“Clean that mess up woman and don’t try anything stupid.”

I hauled myself off the bed and headed to the gravity room to work off tonights buzz. Turning the gravity on to 500g, I began my training regimen. Forget the warm up. I wasn’t training because to prepare for any upcoming fight, I was in here working my body to the bone because of him. He took it all from me.

My birth right.

My glory.

My sanity.

He took away the only thing I had left after the destruction of my planet. And I hated him for it. But even now, darting around sparring with my shadow, I could feel it. The tingle from my chest to my groin. It wasn’t unusual, it happened all the time. I hated the way he made me feel, the things he made me do, then, and I hated him. And at the same time I wanted him. I needed him. He started out a desire.

Now he was an obsession.

The thought of him beating me into the dirt made me even more aroused. And in the middle of this…insanity, was my wife. My animosity toward her is the end result.

I honestly used to care about her and there was a time where I would protect her from people like me. But our lives changed when she decided it was the perfect time to ruin my life.

[Flashback]

“Oh Vegeta!”

My body tightened and I could feel myself nearing the edge, so I let go. “Uhhh huuuhh Kakarot!!!” I thrust wildly a few more times, and then collapsed on top of her. I felt her body freeze in my arms and the look on my face confirmed what I already knew.

“Vegeta?”

“Forget it. Go to sleep.”

“No, no Vegeta you just screamed your rivals name in our bed, I hardly think---““Go to sleep!” I snapped turning over. “It isn’t what you think! Just sleep.” She gave me this hurt look and shook her head. And just like that she left. “Shit!” I was alone to berate myself in the dark

“Fuck!”

I pounded the pillow and growled, heaving myself off the bed. That night I spent the most grueling hours in the Gravity Room until sunrise.

When I finally decided to crawl out of my hole to get something to eat, I spotted the woman and her friends, gossiping about something or the other. They didn’t see me so I hide behind the doorframe and listened in. “Bulma, you look upset what’s wrong?”

”Well I… Last night, Vegeta and I were… you know, and---“ I walked in casually as though I hadn’t been there, listening in on their conversation.

“Woman , there you are the GR is broken, fix it.” It wasn’t exactly the truth but it was convenient.

“Not now Vegeta I have guests” I looked at the three faces looming up at me and promptly blasted the table to bits.

“Vegeta, what the fuck?!”

“You don’t have guests now.” I said smugly. Her face turned red and I swear I saw steam come out of her ears. She stomped to a nearby cabinet and pulled out a box of fixing materials. And without out a word, stormed past me to the GR. I wanted to say something but I didn’t want her to know I had heard.

“Be quick about it woman, I’d like to train today.” I had to keep a close eye on her. I had to let her know that I didn’t want OUR business to be told like the weather. “Woman I don’t want to hear about what happened last night from anyone, our business---

“OUR business? Our business?! You clearly made it Goku’s and everyone else who cares to knows business last night when you cried out his name like a cheap slut!” In a flash my hand was wrapped around her throat and lifting her off the ground. Leaning into her ear I hissed,

"Utter one word off this and I will make your life hell" I squeezed until she was gasping for breathe then I let her go and she slumped to the floor.

After that I was sure she would keep her mouth shut. I followed her the next day when she thought I was gone. She and friends went to a restaurant outside of town.

I stood by the entrance and thanks to my superior Saiyan hearing abilities, I settled in a dark corner and listened.

"What's Vegeta's problem someone could have gotten hurt!" Kakarot’s mate squawked.

"Anyway we were in bed and---"

I blasted the side of the building and the whole thing started to fall apart. The woman and her goons ran every which way, screaming and tripping. I flew back to CC and waited patiently. A few hours later she walked in with a towel wrapped around her.

I couldn’t help it and I started to laugh.

“What the hell is so funny?” I stopped smiling and stared at her. “Didn’t I tell you not to mention another word of what happened?” Her eyes widened in realization and fear. “You—you were spying on me!” “What point were you trying to make by telling those bitches?” She just stood there gaping like a fish trying to find a plausible excuse.

“Remember what I said about making your life hell…”

She began backing up and I matched her step for step. Lashing out, I kicked her in the ribs and grinned in satisfaction when I heard the crack. "You'll be kissing my boots begging for mercy for your pathetic life." I dug my foot into her belly and ground down.

"Stop...please stop your hurting me..."

I lifted her up and bought her face to mine. "I know, that’s the idea" I guess you could tell that was the beginning of it all, and certainly not the end.

END OF CHAPTER THREE

Again, just getting those mistakes and such. I will continue with the editing until I get back to where I left off. Reviews are appreciated.