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A/N � Thank you all for the
lovely reviews and emails. Fanfiction .
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one here was reviewing, when in fact the auto-response bot
just wasn�t sending out notifications that people had been reviewing. So yeah,
thank you :)
Now, this chapter is set to the amazing song
�The Day the Whole World Went Away� by NIN, the song that actually inspired this fic,
can you believe? Thanks must go to David (although I doubt he reads this or
remembers our MSN chats) and to Sally (Lady Daemon) for helping me sort my
chaotic thoughts into a storyline back in 2002 when I first started writing
this. I miss you both�more than either of you probably realise!
I want to give a shoutout
to to n33k0luv for not only giving me some
super-helpful feedback, but also for beta reading and for being so encouraging
� you�re awesome and a brilliant buddy. I probably couldn�t have sorted the
ending of this fic without you � I send you cyber
squishes and hugs!

~*~
I'd listen to the words he'd say
But in his voice I heard decay
~*~

Bulma hurt.
She hurt in ways that she had never imagined
possible, and in ways that she never thought she would hurt again. The pain was
physical and mental; the physical pain, although bordering on unbearable, was
easier to bear than the mental anguish which she was struggling to wade
through. She couldn�t stop thinking about what Kakarot had done to her, and the
more she thought about it the harder she cried and the worse she felt.
She had cried for hours, cried until she�d
been physically sick, cried until her tears ran out and her mind went numb and
still she�d cried some more. Vegeta had taken charge; bathed her, held her,
taken her to bed and tried to comfort her the only way he knew how�but for the
first time Bulma hadn�t responded to him � it had only brought more tears.
He had left soon after, driver away by the
tears he didn�t understand and couldn�t stop, and she hadn�t cared. She hadn�t
even noticed. She didn�t see anything except the film in her mind that replayed
what Kakarot had done to her; replayed it over and over and over. She wanted to
scream for it to stop, but her tears had stolen her voice, so she cried dry
tears instead and hugged her pillow tightly.
Now, hours later, the tears had finally gone
and she lay in her bed; exhausted. She tried not to think about what they�d
done to her, but she couldn�t help it, so she focused on all of the little
things in greater detail. This helped to take her mind off the bigger picture:
the way Kakarot�s hand had felt over her mouth � his palm rough and callused
from battling, how soft the carpet fibers had felt under her body, the way
Vegeta�s eyes had gleamed from the darkness as he�d watched them. Bastard. Bastard! BASTARD!
She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes
even tighter. She wouldn�t think about it. She couldn�t stand to think about
it. Right now she needed to be safe and clean and warm and to not think about
Kakarot or Vegeta and what they�d done. She would think about them tomorrow or
the day after or maybe the day after that�
Bulma knew she wasn�t thinking clearly and
knew that she was still in shock, but there was nothing she could do. She�d
asked Vegeta earlier, while he�d been bathing her, if she could go to the
medical bay, but he had shaken his head. He�d told her that she had to suffer
through the after effects of her punishment and that it was the only way she
would learn not to disobey him again.
Her punishment...?
He�d kissed her while Kakarot raped her�
No! She couldn�t think about that yet. It was
too much too soon. Too much to have to take in and process, especially when she
was already so full of rage and hate and hurt and shock and embarrassment�How could they do this to her? She had nothing
while they had everything. She was small; pathetically weak by their standards
and had only ever been used by every single person around her; so how could
they do this to her? Every time she
started to feel secure or started to think that maybe she was more than just a thing someone would remind her of how
pathetic her existence really was.

How
could they do this to her?

Bulma lay curled in the middle of her bed � a
pale shadow surrounded by so much darkness � and began to cry again as she
opened her eyes again and glanced around the darkened empty room, realising for
the first time how alone she really was. She was just a little girl with no
friends. Who did she have to count on? No one � that�s who. Brolly was dead,
Ilandra was dead, Kakarot had raped her, and Vegeta�Vegeta was a monster.
She was in love with a monster.
~*~
The plastic face forced to portray
All the insides left cold and gray
~*~

Kakarot slammed his empty glass down on the
bar with more force than necessary, shattering it and sending a spray of glass
over the people around him. There was a murmur of anger but no one spoke up or
confronted him. It was clear by his elevated power level, aggressive manner and
tightly clenched features that this was a man who needed to be left alone.
It had been a night and a day since he�d
fallen for Vegeta�s little scheme and had hurt Bulma, and he had seen and heard
nothing of either Bulma or Vegeta. He had been reassigned to a different
platoon of guards, who had informed him that they were expecting to receive new
orders any day that would see them guarding transport ships in the coming
battle. Kakarot wasn�t surprised. He had fully expected to be sent as far from
the royal palace as possible. The message from Vegeta had been more than clear
� he wasn�t wanted or needed anymore.
Kakarot gestured for another drink and gulped
it down quickly, savoring the raw burning feeling as the liquid slid down his
throat like acid. If he was completely honest with himself, the only reason he
was still hanging around on planet Vegeta was because he was desperately hoping
to see Bulma one last time and beg her forgiveness�not that he expected her to
forgive him, but he needed for her to know how sorry he was.
He slammed his empty glass down again and
motioned for yet another drink. The alcohol helped dull the feelings � feelings
which he�d never felt in his entire life and which he�d never had to cope with
before today; he felt guilty.
He had hurt a woman who he never should had become involved with. A woman he should have left alone
� the prince�s woman. But he hadn�t been able to help it. He really hadn�t.
Something about Bulma had attracted him and he hadn�t been able to keep away or
stop himself from acting on his baser impulses. It was his own damn fault �
he�d arrogantly assumed he�d be able to stay in control, to move Bulma around
like a pawn in a game of chess, but he�d been stupid. Stupid
and blind. The entire time he�d been telling himself that he would rat
Bulma out to Vegeta if need be � to save his own skin � he�d been lying.
He couldn�t have betrayed her trust, he knew
that now. The human, that weak little kitten with her sky blue eyes, had
somehow cast a spell on him. He loved her, and it was driving him mad. He loved
her, he craved her, and he hated the way she made him feel. He�d never felt
anything for anyone before, but he felt for her.
Yes. He felt for her.

~*~
There is a place that still remains
It eats the fear it eats the pain
~*~

It had been two days since he�d had Bulma
punished, and Vegeta was finally starting to worry. Every time he went to see
her, she seemed a little bit less � as though her life was slipping away bit
buy bit, and he couldn�t do a damn thing about it. She wouldn�t speak to him,
she wouldn�t respond to his touch, she wouldn�t even look at him�she just lay
in her bed and fucking cried.
He�d tried threatening her, he�d tried
ordering her and he�d tried seducing her everyway he knew how, but all she did
was look at him with those haunted eyes. It was as though she had fallen out of
synch with the world; as though she was a second slow in her reactions to
everything.
She was in shock, she was numb and she
couldn�t feel properly. He knew all
these things because he�d seen them in his women before after a particularly rough
night�but he also knew that she should have been recovering by now. She should
have snapped out of it and been angry at him�been furious with him�been even a
little bit closer to being herself instead of just being a pretty blue haired
doll that just lay on the bed and looked at him blankly and cried and cried and
cried.
Vegeta rubbed a gloved hand over his tired
eyes and sighed. He was such a fool. Bulma had come out of her shell only
twice. The first time was to ask to go to the medical bay, a request he had
declined. The second time had been the night before, when she had asked him two
questions; �Why?� and, �why Kakarot?�

He should have lied. He should have said
something to make her think better of him�instead he�d still been angry at her
and he�d told her a version of the truth, �Because
I didn�t like the way you looked at him and I didn�t like the way he looked at
you.�

He had been playing with a lock of her blue
hair as he�d spoken, and he had been struggling to keep his voice emotionless
instead of letting even a trace of the rabid jealous show through. Because that
was the real reason why he had made Kakarot rape her �
he didn�t know if they�d fucked each other yet, but the way they�d looked at
each other had been enough to make him furiously jealous. Bulma had smiled at
Kakarot in a way she�d never smiled at him�and
he hadn�t been able to stand it.
After he�d spoken Bulma had opened her eyes
tearfully and half-sobbed, half-choked another few words, �Did you make him do that to me? Did you force him?� More tears had
begun to form in her eyes and Vegeta had been irritated by them more than her
question.
�No.� He�d let the lock of hair slip from her
fingers and he had taken great pleasure in seeing the hurt in her eyes. �I asked him if he wanted to and he said
yes.� He smirked down at Bulma�s shocked face and felt a coil of lust work
through his body as he remembered watching Kakarot hurt her. �I wouldn�t normally have let another man
touch my woman, but you needed to be punished in a way that would make you
think twice about ever leaving me again.� He had paused and then spoke the
words he now regretted saying, words he had spoken partly because he was still
angry at her and partly because he wanted to make her pay for smiling at
another man. �Besides, you�re only a
whore and it was fun watching Kakarot fuck you while you screamed.�
Bulma had stared at him in silence for a few
moment before she�d said the words which were now haunting him; �How can I love someone like you?�
It was the look of revulsion on her face and
the tone of hurt that bothered him the most, it bothered him even more than the
fact that she�d gone quiet after that and hadn�t spoken to him since. He
shouldn�t care that Bulma wasn�t speaking to him, just like he shouldn�t care
that she wasn�t eating or drinking or leaving her room, but he did care. More
than that; he was worried because deep down inside of him he was starting to
suspect what he�d done.
He�d broken her�and he didn�t have a clue
about how to fix her.
~*~
The
sweetest price he'll have to pay
The day the whole world went away
~*~

A/N
� Hideously short, I know, but I�ve had a really bad couple of weeks. Death,
funerals, work stress�the fun never stops on my watch. Anyway, I�m not good at
writing angst, so I wanted to get this chapter out of the way. The next chapter
will have more lemony goodness in it! (The
words �hot saiyan sandwich� keep coming to mind, lmoa!!!)
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