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Flawed Perfection	By : Not_Bulma06 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 3422 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ.
Note: With the Fall Term looming, I have must study to do and will be attempting to complete this fic before mid August. I will be out of pocket this weekend, so hopefully chapter 6 can be posted tomorrow. I look to having chapter 7 up next week. This chapter does contain forced relations, I do not condone rape of any kind. These type of interactions are meant to show the change of dynamic between the characters.From now on there will not be any "lemons" per say. Chapter 6 will contain some more of this forced interactions (rape) for Bulma.
Please enjoy!
Vegeta landed in front of Kakarots home. Without calling out the three Saiyans ran out to meet him, bowing in respect.
“Get up, we have work to do.” He snapped, not having time for formalities. He wanted to get his new plan in motion soon as possible.
“Goten, go get Trunks and the dragon radar. Gather the Dragon Balls, let no one stop you. Contact me when you are finished.” He turned to Kakarot and Gohan, a blood thirsty smile upon his lips. Never had his blood lust been so strong.
“I want you to destroy the president. Any other officials you may find. There is a woman there, awful shrill voice, dull brown eyes, the makeup of a common whore- bring her to me.”
His three subservient Saiyans were soon gone. His plan was much more simple and straight forward now. Wish more immortality for himself, the other Saiyans, and her. He wanted her to live forever seeing the hardship, bloodshed, and sorrow she had brought about to this world for eternity. She would witness his wrath until the end of time.
Bulma burst through the door of Trunks’ bed room. He was napping, exhausted from the latest training session. She rushed over to him, hugging him tightly. He awoke with a start.
“Mom! What are you doing?” He groaned, irritated by this treatment from his other. In his eyes he was already a man and this type of affection reserved for children.
“Yes…what are you doing woman?” A sinister hiss came from over her shoulder. His words sent chills down her spine, he now invoked a measure of fear within her. He had made it home just prior to her arrival, and he had laid in wait for her to show up. She had to keep a brave face for her son.
“Just checking on Trunks. He wasn’t down stairs or outside training; I thought he may have come down with something.” She released her hold on him, wanting to draw Vegeta away. She confidently walked passed her husband, willing herself not to allow fear to get the better of her. She heard him following, his steps trailing her.
“You need to see something woman.” He pushed his way passed her, leading down the stairs. Coming into the main living area, he flipped on the TV. The images flashing upon the screen were of pure terror. The presidential home they had just been at that morning was engulfed in flames. Bloodied and broken bodies lay across the lawn and streets surrounding the massive property.
Bulma dropped to her knees, tears streaming down her pale cheeks. What had happened, who or what had caused so much bloodshed. Then she saw two familiar figures floating above the devastation. Goku and Gohan, blasting any person who dare flee. Why was one of her oldest friends and his son involved in such heinous acts?
“You seem surprised woman. Did you honestly your pathetic excuse of an existence could really change my desires for power?”
“How? How can you make two of the most pure hearted men do such evil?”
Vegeta scoffed, “Where there is a will, there is a way. I had the will, you were the way.”
It hit her, tearing her down like a tidal wave. Her work on the Saiyan steam cells. Her work on the Saiyan neurologic system at his request. He used her. The boys didn’t have an accident, he orchestrated the entire course of events leading up to this day. . His dark eyes danced with delight watching the wheel turn within her head as she pieced the puzzle together.
“Looks like you figured it out. You know, this wasn’t my original plan. The original plan was much more civilized, no blood shed or excessive death. You were to be my queen. Now since you decided to cut me from your life, I decided to go a more expedient path to power .Unable to stand, overcome with grief she pulled herself to Vegeta’s feet. Trying to push words out between sobs, “Vegeta…I was upset. I was hurt….I saw you..”
Laying a harsh slap against her tender cheek, “You saw nothing. You saw a harlot attempting to lay hands on me. You saw me shoving her away in disgust. You are just too stupid to know any different.” She lay in a crumpled mess, somehow in the matter of hours her entire life fell apart.
Vegeta could hear the muffled voices of Goten and Trunks, then the closing of a window. Good -they were off to locate the Dragon Balls. He turned his attention back to the pathetic female form in front of him. Taking a fist full of her hair, dragging her to the back yard. Her hands clawed at his, attempting to release herself from his grip.
Kakarot and Gohan stood there with the woman that started all this trouble, kneeling before them. She was quietly weeping, visibly shaken and afraid of what would happen to her. Bulma and her eyes met, both filled with fear and apprehension asking one another silently what would be their fate. Vegeta slung Bulma down, stepping away from her. He then motioned to Kakarot and Gohan to move away from the wretched whore.
“You think I wanted this woman? Let me show you how much I wanted her.” Lifting his hand, flat palm towards her.
“Vegeta! Noooo!” She called out, watching the Ki blast over take the woman. Nothing left once the dust settled. She collapsed; unable to bear any more pain darkness over took her.
Vegeta laid a blow to Bulma’s already bruising cheek. She became aware of her surroundings. Back in her bed room, it spun around her uncontrollably.
“You will sleep when I permit you to do such. You lost out on the opportunity to be my queen, now you are nothing more than my play thing. You are meant for my amusement and nothing else woman.”
His harsh words brought her back to her senses. Looking up, he stood over her much like an animal about to tear into its prey. The memories of what had transpired came flooding back, again she felt faint. Another blow to the face. The aggressive nature of their intimate relationship of the last few months was nothing compared to this. This did not evoke any excitement from her, only fear and apprehension. Vegeta could sense this, it only further excited him.
“Undress.” His gravelly voice commanded as he step back to undress himself. She did not move from her place upon the bed, just slipping off her clothing. She made effort to move as little as possible, even the slightest movement caused her a great deal of pain. As she was pulling her shirt over her head, her eyes caught sight of Goku and Gohan in the room. She froze.
“Woman, pay them no mind. They are here just to observe.”
Her stomach knotted up, “Observe what?” Her voice squeaked as she tossed her shirt to the bed side. Bulma could feel the three men eyeing her now naked form, she had never felt so exposed. Vegeta shoved her back, his hand firmly wrapped around her throat. He parted her legs and entered her in a most brutal fashion. Searing pain rocketed through her body. Bulma couldn’t gather enough breath to even gasp. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to remember the moments of intimacy that brought her so much pleasure as he continued to slam himself into her. Finally she was able to will enough arousal from within to coat Vegeta with her wetness.
“Oh no you don’t. You do not get to enjoy this. You are my whore. You are meant for my pleasure and not your own.” He pulled himself from her delicate swollen folds. He violently swung her around to lay upon her stomach, facing the two other Saiyans. She could feel Vegeta position himself between her legs. Using his own legs, spread hers to the upmost limit of extension.
A hand twisted within her blue hair, the other grasping her hip to raise her rear high into the air. He forced himself into her ass. Pushing his full length in without hesitation. She screamed out, tears streaming down her face. Her screams only prompted him to continue to thrust into her. He could feel her flesh tear and begin to bleed at the end of his spear. He emptied himself deep into her, only pull away and moved to his feet.
“Don’t move woman.”
He began to head off to the bathroom as he noticed his two lesser counter parts had been very much “interested” in what they had witnessed. They both had apparent arousals that threatened to break free of their clothing. He turned to approach Bulma, lowering his face close to hers. A sick grin washed across his face as he spoke. He locked eyes with the woman he once called mate.
“Kakarot, you and your son may come over here and relieve yourselves of your apparent discomfort. You may look but not touch.” A dark laugh bursting from his lips as he left the room.
Bulma was dazed, seeing the two men approach her. Almost in unison they pulled their engorged members from their pants and began to vigorously stroke themselves. All she could do was look up, seeing their near soulless eyes stare back as they pleasured themselves. She closed her eyes.
“He said don’t move. That means keep your eyes open.” This harsh voice came from the once sweet Gohan. Her eyes snapped open, only to feel the sting of his seed impact her face. Goku quickly followed suit, empting himself upon her face. The two Saiyans laughed together, having adjusted themselves to be fully clothed.
Bulma lay crumpled, her eyes burning and her body aching. Vegeta again stood before her, fully dressed again with the sick smile upon his face. He had accomplished what he had sought out to do. He had humiliated her. He had shown her how truly “valuable” she was to him. She had to accept her husband was gone, this person in front of her was a monster.
“Get cleaned up. I have business to attend to. Make no attempt to leave.”
In a flash he was gone. She was alone. Bulma pulled herself to stand on uneasy footing. Limping her way to the bathroom, she came to lean against the counter. Rummaging through the medicine cabinet, she found a bottle of sleep aid; she swallowed a few down. They shouldn’t kick in quickly, giving her enough time to take a bath. She did not possess the strength to stand in the shower.
She lowered herself into the hot water, her delicate areas screaming at her not to. The pain eventually was soothed away. There she laid, eyes closed wishing this would be just a horrible dream. Her thoughts swirling within her, causing her to ignore the drowsiness overtaking her. She slipped into sleep still in the tub.
Damn Vegeta is a real dick now, huh? As always feel free to reivew and C/C! Thank you for reading.
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