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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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Chapter List
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Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ
I must appologize so very much! Friday got away from me and I did not post chapter 6 like promised! So to make up for that, I am posting this chapter as 6+, chapter 6 along with the material I had planned for chapter 7. There will be a break in the work where the added material is added. Please review/ C&C and thank you for reading.
Also again this chapter has more and last section of rape. Again I do not condone rape.

Vegeta sat alone, dressed in full royal battle gear. Two days had passed since his move for dominance. The world still flying with rumors and questions of whom or what caused so much destruction, he soon would go public with his intentions. He willed for Bulma to wake soon. Had he not found her when he did, she could have perished at her own hands. He could not tell if this was an accident or a conscious attempt to end her own life. Vegeta would not give Bulma the satisfaction of entering the afterlife. He wanted her to witness his ascent to power. A rapping at the door interrupted his thoughts.
He opened the door the two youngest Saiyan half breed boys stood there, presenting the Dragon Balls. Quickly he snatched them up from them, dismissing them with a glare. He made his way to the nearest balcony, setting the lovely orange orbs down.
“Rise Eternal Dragon! Shenron, I call you forth!”
The sky darkened, the enormous dragon twisted and curled before Vegeta.
“You who summoned me, what is your wish?”
Vegeta grinned, this would be an easy question to answer, “I wish for eternal life and youth for my family and for my personal guard! Allow the two youngest boys to grow to the age of 18 years, then preserve their youth from there on.”
“This shall be done!”
A strange glow surrounded Vegeta, Kakarot, his sons, Trunks, and Bulma and in an instant it was gone. The Dragon Balls disappeared, the dragon gone. Kakarot came out onto the balcony, bowing quickly not to delay reporting his news.
“She is awake.”
Vegeta turning on his heel, strode down to his bedroom. The same bedroom he used to share with his mate. Bursting through the door, he saw Bulma recoil in fear upon seeing him.
“Don’t struggle, it will only tighten the restraints.”
She looked up at her wrists, tied with the satin lengths they had once used during their most intimate times. She went limp, sitting back against the head board. Why had things gone so horribly wrong? Had her metaling with genetic research somehow altered his way of thinking? At any rate this had to be her fault.
She looked defeated, less of the woman she once was. In one day he had managed to break her down. Such a pitiful creature she was now. How unattractive he thought.
“Now as you can see I have set up a television for you to watch. I have some entertainment arranged for you.” He left, not giving her a chance to respond. Rage welled up into her chest, thrashing about, a string of obscenities flung from her mouth.
Hours seem to have passed, the news coverage not changing from the devastation of the presidential house. No longer sat a house, just a charred pile of rubble and corpses remained. Vegeta appeared on the screen, a look of dark satisfaction painted across his demonic visage.
“I am King Vegeta!” His voice boomed from the sky, “I am the creator of what you see before you. I am now the ruler of this planet.”
He roared out, rising his aura transforming into his most powerful form. His icy blue eyes scanned the surrounding areas.
“If you think you can defeat me, you will pay with your life. I am not alone here.” Gesturing to the three Saiyans hovering around him, “They are my personal guard, they do as I say.”
His dark laughter filled the air, penetrating Bulma to her core. The laughter over whelmed her, taking her back into the darkness.
Trunks played in his room with Goten; Goten under orders to keep his friend distracted. “Hey Gohan, you wanna go outside?”
“Trunks, I think your dad said to stay in today.” Trunks expression twisted, it wasn’t like Goten to be so obedient.
Vegeta entered the room, eyes landing on his son. “Trunks I need to talk with you.”
Kakarot entered the room, jerking Bulma from the peace of nothingness. Since witnessing Vegeta announce his rule over the Earth the days blurred together. His expression dark and savage, whatever Vegeta had done worked to fully change him from the kind person Bulma once knew.
“My king said that you have been disobedient and that I should teach you a lesson.” He rushed her, pressing her against the non-forgiving surface behind her.
“Please Goku, you don’t have to do anything like this.” His large, hand covered her mouth only allowing her access to breathe through her nose.
“My name is Kakarot, you will address me as such. You will let me do what I want.” He pressed her face into his abdomen; she could feel him hard against her breast. She clenched her thighs together, feeling a familiar tingle. How dare she become aroused? All at once she felt him pull away, freeing himself to bring the head of his manhood to her lips.
“Our king heard the foul things that you screamed at him earlier.”
“Now suck it.” He commanded, feeling her lips gently graze the tip. Fires of desire burned within him; he would not wait for her to act. He thrust forward, forcefully parting her lips entering deep into her mouth. He continued to thrust himself deeper, hitting the back of her throat. Tears ran down her cheeks from pain and disbelief.
He pulled out, grinning down, “That should teach you to watch your mouth when addressing our king.” He untied her restraints, then ripping into her clothing. “I did that for him, now this is for me.”
His hands explored her full breasts, finally targeting her tender nipples. Now hard with arousal, he moved down her body with satisfaction. Knowing his time was limited before King Vegeta expected him back. He entered her tight core, feeling her tight heat surround him.
She suppressed a moan, not allowing her body to betray her and this reality. Many times she had fantasied about Goku since he had become a man before she met Vegeta, but this had not been the scenario of any of those fantasies. This was a violation on the deepest level. Not only had her friend violated her trust, but Vegeta the one who had once pledged to love and protect her, allowing someone to do this. Without her wetness of arousal, his cock pulled and tore at her delicate flesh. How long would this go on? Finally he felt the need to cum arise, he pulled out from her. He released himself over her, covering her with his cum.
He slid off the bed, readjusting himself. “Now get cleaned up. Make no attempt to leave, I will be right outside. I can deliver more punishment if you do.”
Now alone, covered in a sticky reminder of what had just happened to go along with searing pain of her neither region. Never had she felt so violated. She ran to the bathroom and began to furiously brush teeth and using copious amounts of mouth wash. She wanted to rid herself of his taste. Finally exhausted all the toothpaste and mouth wash, she slunk back into the shower. Hot was poured down over her small form, the burning pain would hopefully help her forget the growing hole in her heart. She sank down into the corner, head hanging with sobs escaping her echoing in the tile walls. No matter how many times she had been intimate with anyone had she ever felt dirty before.
She heard steps coming, not looking up to see who it was. She didn’t care; nothing could fix what had been done to her.
“Looks like Kakarot did a satisfactory job. I hope you learned your lesson.” This struck a fire with in her; she would not let him have this satisfaction so easily.
“It taught me that the woman who you once claimed to love and mother of your child is nothing more than a receptacle for anyone’s seminal fluid.”
Her statement knocked Vegeta back. After all he had done to destroy the world she had known and the treatment at the hands of Kakarot, she still had fight left in her.
She decided to dig deeper, aiming to bruise his ego. “I didn’t suck him, he fucked my face. That I didn’t want but I did let him fuck me elsewhere, much more satisfying than anything you ever did.” She delivered her lie perfectly.
“You whore!” He roared jerking her up by her slender throat, the water soaking them both.
She glared, “You made me this way. “I can’t believe I actually bought into your act of pretending to change, saying you loved me. Just kill me, I really don’t care.” She closed her eyes, holding back tears. She would not let him see her cry ever again.
His grip slacked, sliding her down to her feet. “No woman, I won’t kill you. You will have to watch forever as I rule this world.” He released her, leaving her alone.
She obviously had more to learn, he had to make sure she was truly broken. She must learn to submit to his will and grow to appreciate his rule. His victory over this world would not be complete until she groveled at his feet, begging for his forgiveness.
Bulma sat, dripping in the now silent shower stall. Her world still spinning around her, but at her core she had focus on thoughts of escape. Shaken from her thoughts by the sudden realization she was no longer alone. She scrambled to crawl across the slick floor for a towel lying nearby. Immense weight upon her back slammed her to the ground. She gasped out in a mix of shock and pain, hearing what sounded like a rib cracking.
Cracking her eyes open, peering through her tears could see the familiar blue boots of Goku and another set that must belong to Gohan. Why were they harassing her further? She groaned, attempting to push herself up only to be slammed down violently.
“Did we say get up?” Kakarot sneered. She could feel him take hold of her ankles, then dragging her across the icy cold surface. She could feel the pulling and burning of her skin grating across the floor as she was moved into her bedroom.
“Now Gohan, do you want to have some fun?” His tone was sickening to Bulma, never had she thought Goku had this type of perversion in him. She could feel herself lifted from the ground to be tossed onto the bed.
She lay on her back, focusing on the ceiling hoping if she were to act lifeless and limp they would lose interest in her. She was wrong her prediction, feeling a hand move up to grope her thigh. She looked down to see Gohan with a devious smile. Never had she thought the young boy she had watched grow into a man turn out like this.
Gohan pushed her, forcing her head to hang off the bed. She was too weak to lift her head up in protest. She felt added weight shifting on the bed. Kakarot moved to stand in front of her face, looking down with a wicked smile. “Guess you wanted more since you just had to run that pretty mouth off to our king.”
She felt the blood rushing to her face, wishing to place herself upright. All she could do is glare up in defiance. She watched him, again release himself from his pants. This time he was flaccid,not so threatening as he pushed himself flush against her face. “Now open your mouth. Do it or I will make you open up for me.” She cracked her lips slightly; she would make him work for this.
Kakarot nod to Gohan, her mouth would take some coaxing. “You know what to do Gohan.” She could feel the younger of the two with his hard girth hovering around her exposed groin. He pressed himself again the tight wall of flesh at the entrance of her ass. He pushed forward with guttural groan into Bulma.
She would feel tearing and warmth of blood from herself. Bulma gasped in shock, feeling pain radiate through her entire being. She felt Kakarot’s soft cock shoved in her mouth in her moment of shock. He pressed himself deep, hardening quickly to fill her mouth. He placed his hands around her neck tightly.
Gohan locked eyes with his father; taking his cue, he started his violent barrage of thrusts into Bulma. Blood provided him with the needed lubricant to penetrate to an ultimate depth, the metallic scent only prompting his aggression to increase.
Kakarot simply stood, his tight hold upon the motionless female allowing the force of Gohan against her to drive her mouth deeper around his cock. He saw the look of lustful enjoyment on his son.
“Now Gohan, the King said this is our playground. Now we should enjoy all of what the King has to offer.” He looked down, nodding towards Bulma’s exposed breasts. Immediately Gohan, pressing himself deep into Bulma’s void, he leaned down to deliver a savage bite to her right breast. He released, targeting her rosy pink nipple. He took the pretty pink jewel between his teeth, clamping down.
She roared, muffled from Kakarot’s presence. Her hate was boiling over now. She could feel Gohan climax, feeling Kakarot pull out from her. To her surprise he placed himself back into his pants, his erection slowly fading.
Gohan pulled from her, moving off to the bathroom to wash up. She managed to pull herself to lay flat, her head pounding. She could hear the two men head for the door.
“Dad you didn’t want to finish?”
“Nah I did already, I had my fun. She is used up; no way could she coax another reaction like that from me.” The door closed behind them with an audible click of the lock. She rolled to her belly, moving to crawl off the bed. She slipped, unable to catch herself, smashing her face into the hard stone floor. Pain dizzied her for a moment before she resumed her crawl, again to clean herself.

She dried herself after yet another shower. No matter how many times she washed herself, she could smell them off of her, moving on to quickly dress herself. She moved to the Eastern window, peering out making sure no one would see her look out. She could see smoke stretching up into the otherwise crystal blue sky. She saw Trunks standing looking into the sky. Did he know how the world was changing around him? It had only been a week since Vegeta announced his rule over the planet. He turned, making eye contact with her. He seemed mixed with concerns and questions, some questions she couldn’t answer.
She couldn’t see anyone else around. She motioned for him to fly to the window. He was eye level in a moment. She quietly slid the window open, enough that he could enter. She placed a finger over her lips, indicating the need for silence.
Trunks could see his mother was troubled and injured. Her face deeply bruised the white of her right eye blood red, and bruises around her neck.
“Mom what happened?” He asked in an angry whisper.
“Look Trunks, a lot has happened today. It will be dark soon. I need you to do a couple things for me. Do not tell Goku, Gohan, Goten, or even your dad. “
Quickly she instructed him to locate a radar and to bury it in the ground directly below her window. Before he left she had one more instruction, “No matter what happens, do not blame your dad. I started all of this. My foolish actions set up this messy chain reaction into motion. He loves you, as far as loving me now- I might have ruined that.”
Trunks disappeared out her window, shutting it behind him. Tomorrow she would attempt to escape, even if she died Vegeta would know she hadn’t given up.
The sun dipped down behind the horizon, soon Vegeta would be settling down for the night. Not knowing if he would be sleeping in what was once their bed, she hurried to gather up gear. She collected clothing not of feminine style, black shoe polish, and various sundries. She shoved all of this into a chest, where extra blankets were kept. She slid into bed as if it for a normal night for them, trying to will herself to fall asleep.
She had just drifted off into sleep when she heard footsteps nearing her. Not opening her eyes or acknowledging the presence of anyone else.
“Why are you in my bed woman?” Vegeta asked with a sour tone. She didn’t move or even react to his words. Was it possible that her punishments had overwhelmed her? Finally he heard a flat dull voice coming from the bed.
“Vegeta I paid for this bed before you became a self-proclaimed king. I have the right to sleep in it. Now if your majesty would like to locate his own palace with his own chambers, go right ahead. You may not want me any longer, but you sure seem to want my stuff. Can you let me sleep now, your personal thugs made this one of the very worse days of my life.”
Again with that mouth of hers. Just like the early days on Earth with her, never at a loss for a sarcastic response. He felt almost a longing for her to just roll over and smile at him. He shook his head to ignore that weakness.
“Fine you may sleep with me, but keep to yourself wretch. Tomorrow you will change these linens. I care not to know what they did to you, you brought it upon yourself.”
He slipped from his armor, choosing to sleep nude for the evening. Bulma just shut her eyes tight, again wishing to sleep. Feeling the bed shift with him in it and the lights clicking off; hopefully with all the action and stress of the day he would fall asleep quickly. Soon she could hear light snoring, he was out thank God. She let herself follow suit.
Vegeta rolled over, dreaming as he stretched out his hand to rest on Bulma’s side. He pulled her to him, bringing her warmth in close. He dreamed of days past with her as they been for so many years until these most recent days. Then darkness took over the images playing in his head, jerking him back to consciousness. His eyes snapped open, holding Bulma tightly to himself. He released her, moving away.
He glared at her sleeping form like she had done something intentionally to affect him. He needed space, to get a way for a bit. He rolled out of bed, slipping on some shorts and ventured out. Bulma snapped open her eyes, she could see him cutting through the air flying to somewhere unknown. She heard a small knock at the door. She slipped out of bed crept over placing her ear to the door.
“Mom, it’s me.” Trunks whispered, Bulma unlocked the door to let him in. He couldn’t be there long incase Vegeta returned or the others were wandering the house.
“Trunks!” She hugged him tightly, he pushed her away. “Mom I don’t have long. Goku, Gohan, and Goten will be back soon. Dad just called them to say he was leaving for a while. Here is the radar.”
She gave him a sad smile, “You are such a smart boy, thank you. Now I am going to leave soon. I will find a way to fix this for us. I promise. Now just play along with your dad, don’t back talk but don’t tell him you have even thought about talking to me.”
Trunks understood, he hugged his mother once more and ran back to his room. Bulma locked the door behind her. She rushed to the bath room, grabbing the black shoe polish first. She cut her hair, extremely short much like many men’s hair cuts. She then took globs of the black polish and ran it thought her hair. She finished combing it in, giving her the appearance of short black hair. It would work until she could really dye it. She hid the evidence of the shoe polish and cut hair away so Vegeta wouldn’t know she changed her appearance.
Rushing to grab her ruck sack from the chest, she threw on some cargo pants, a black shirt, and her boots. Radar in hand, she opened the window and managed to grab onto a gutter drain. She made her way down the side of the house, keeping an eye out for any Saiyans. She hit the ground and ran. She cannot remember how long she ran, heart thundering with the vigorous exercise and fear.
She soon came up an optical shop, hours till it would open. She could not wait like a civilized person. She burst out a large glass window, running to find a display case of contact lenses. She grabbed boxes and boxes of various colors excluding blue. She was soon gone, not before wiping away and possible prints.
Again she was running, finally for out of West City. She found a thicket of trees in the woods near a creek. She used a pocket mirror to put in a pair of green contacts. She didn’t look like herself any longer, however that wouldn’t be enough for Vegeta to not track her down. He knew her scent and her energy; this would take all her strength and cunning to stay out of his grip.
A roar ripped through the Briefs’ complex, Bulma’s parents locked away in their side of the house. Vegeta ripped down the door, eyes mad with frenzy.
Doctor Briefs held his wife close, weeping softly. “Where is she?” Vegeta growled, his tail bristled with agitation.
“We don’t know! We haven’t seen or talk to her since before you both went to the president’s home.”
Exasperated Vegeta turned walking out, blasting the wall behind them. They were sealed in, unable to leave the house. He ventured into the main lawn of the complex.
“Gohan, watch that side of the house, Bulma wasn’t there. I want to know if anyone attempts to leave or enter.” Gohan was off, following orders like a good warrior.
How could she have gotten away? There was not that large of a gap last night between his leaving, his guard’s arrival, and door was locked. His thoughts were erratic; he hadn’t noticed the one slightly open window. He couldn’t focus to attempt to find her weak energy signature. He would not rest until she was located and brought before him. All he could think about was the letter she had left him.
   Vegeta,
              I know you won’t understand now, but I am searching for a way to fix what is broken. I love you but not what you have become. Trunks… I don’t know what you will tell him about where I am, but I wish I could have held him one more time.
I love you,
   Bulma
He shot a look at Kakarot, “You! Go look for the beta male, Yamcha. See if he has any information. Once he is done talking, kill him. It will please me.” In a shot Kakarot was gone as well.
Now he had to turn his attention to his son.
Trunks lay in his bed, he hadn’t been able to sleep since the last time saw his mother. He couldn’t get the image of his mother’s bruised face out of his mind. His young mind couldn’t wrap around who or why someone could hurt her. He could see the sun begin to rise, he better get out of bed before his father came to drag him out.
He dressed himself in the weighted armor his father had given him; he really couldn’t think of him as his father any more. He had changed so drastically in the last few weeks; he was unrecognizable as any type of parent. He remembered how his father held him, telling him how proud he was before fighting Buu. What should have been a warm, comforting memory only drove home the point his father was gone.
The young boy in his super Saiyan form worked to destroy the small bots whirling around him. The gravity room hummed, the weight of his body increasing with each motion. His anger and frustration of not understanding why his family had fallen apart, he cried out raising his aura to decimate the little bots. The gravity room was shut off from the exterior control, Trunks faced away from the door not caring to see who entered. He furrows his brows into a deep scowl, crossing his arms.
“Well I see you are training at a much harder level now son.”
Vegeta looked over his boy, seeing much of himself in the small form. He would grow well into a suitable prince for this world. He tussled Trunk’s hair, feeling his son pull away. How dare he pull away from receiving the gift of his fatherly affection? Trunks fell forward with an impact to the back of his head.
“Appreciate what I do for you brat.”
These types of harsh interactions would become more frequent for the next month or so until his father ultimately forgot about him altogether. Trunks knew that his father was becoming consumed by the need to locate his mother. He hated to see his father lose himself in such insanity, but he held his silence of what he did for his mother, only hoping to see her again one day.
He sat in his room alone, recounting the events since his mother disappeared. He tried to piece together why things seemed to suddenly go wrong. His child like mind searched for a simple, black and white answer to all of these problems. His face twisted into a mix of sorrow and anger, tears welling up in his eyes.
“I miss you mom.” He said quietly to himself.
“I’m going to tell the king you are talking about her.” He heard Goten mocking him; he must have come in when he was lost in thought. The young Saiyan “prince” had to take control of the situation to prevent him from being ratted out by his former friend.
He growled, deeply from his throat, mimicking his father, “Look you pathetic low level half breed, you mention anything to my father- your king- I will tell him that I learned that you purposefully let my mother go. He will believe me, I am a prince, while you are nothing more than Kakarot’s brat.”
Goten dropped down, bowing before Trunks. “Forgive me. I forgot my place. Please do not tell the king.” Trunks could hear the desperation in his voice, he dismissed him, and satisfied he would not pose a threat.
He tossed himself onto his bed, listening to the sounds around him- screams, gun fire, and the smell of smoke became his lullaby.
Bulma sat in a bathroom stall, her head buried between her hands. She had to wait at least two minutes more for an answer. She felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She turned, dropping to her knees to wretch over and over into the toilet bowl. Slumping against the porcelain bowl, ignoring the disgusting surface, the piercing sound of her watch snapped her from the dazed state. She pulled herself up, flushing away the remains of her meager breakfast before sitting back down. She held a small stick in her hand, looking down to it her face shattered.
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Positive.
She was pregnant with Vegeta’s second child. Everything seemed to fall into place- her over reaction towards what she saw in the president’s estate, her on going illness for the past weeks, the exhaustion, and of course lack of her period. Bulma hasn’t been able to eat much in the last weeks, food had become harder to come by with Vegeta’s lack of attention to the world’s needs.
Now she was faced with bringing in another child into this hellish nightmare world alone. Pulling herself to her feet, she tossed the positive test into the trash can. This would an issue she would have to put onto the back burner, more pressing matters were at hand. She had Dragon Balls to gather, they would be her only hope to righting all that is wrong.
She stumbled out of the rest area, looking up to the sky in shock. Goku hung in the air, like an ominous sign from hell. She quickly pulled her hood over her head, turning to walk away hoping to not attract attention to herself. He seemed distracted, a screaming jet like sound echoed through the sky. Bulma slipped into a nearby thicket of trees, crouching down to watch the Saiyan.
She could see a familiar dark haired figure join Goku in the sky. He was here, why was he here? Was he doing searches himself now? Was finding her that important to his mission to conquer the Earth? She had figured he had given up on her by now and turned his attention to amassing his empire. The two Saiyans came to land in front of the rest stop bathroom.
“My king, I have heard rumors of a young blue eyed woman coming and going from this location. No report on hair color, but this is the best lead we have had.”
Vegeta glared, “Really Kakarot? Bring me out to a bathroom?” He crossed his arms, leading the way into the woman’s lavatory. Filth everywhere, but a scent struck his nose. It was fresh, most likely only a couple hours old at most. He burst into a stall to see nothing. Breathing deeply, he felt the scent grow stronger. Something in an empty trashcan caught his attention. He stepped back, pointing to the unknown object.
“Kakarot, retrieve that.”
The lesser Saiyan did as he was told, eyeing it over. He was perplexed as he looked it over.
“My king, it just has a single word on it. It says ‘Positive.”
Vegeta quickly snatched the small device from Kakarot, her scent hit him. He could pick up the smell of ammonia that only would originate from urine. He remembered seeing one of these devices when Bulma had discovered her pregnancy with Trunks. He read the word, positive in the small result window. Why would such a device with her scent have such a result…unless she was again pregnant with presumably his child.
Bulma could hear an angry roar, she turned and began running once more. The more distance she could put between herself and them, the better her chances of surviving. Her life and the future of the world would depend on how quickly she could move.
She began to climb up a low lying rock face to a nearby cave to lay low in. A wave of energy erupted from where Vegeta had been, throwing her forward to slam her thin abdomen into a rocky out crop.
“He must really be pissed.” She chucked to herself, although his rage should bring her fear, it would cloud his senses. Pain began to wrack her entire body as she crawled into the small cave. She curled up into a small ball to fall into an unpleasant sleep.
Warmth, the feeling of being surrounded by water, and pain swarmed the small woman. She woke with a start, pulling out her small pen light to get a look of what was happening. She saw blood, pooling around her. Lifting her shirt, she could see dark angry bruises covering her midsection. Deep cramping from deep within her pelvis sent waves of pain throughout her body. Scrambling to her feet further weakened from blood loss she made her way out of the cave. A town was near here, she had to seek help.
She weaved along the long dark road, stumbling more and more with each step. Head lights blinded her, causing her to fall into the shallow ditch. There she lay until she felt herself being moved. She could see the faint outline of a pickup truck, as the stranger placed her in the bed. The next hours were a blur.
Bulma awoke in a hospital bed. Panic set in. She couldn’t be around what was left of civilization especially with having such a close call. She could see an IV taped to her forearm. Her body felt heavy and slow, apparently saline was not the only thing she had received.
A man in a white coat entered the room; he was short with a full beard. “Well I see you are awake. Do you understand what I am saying?” Bulma gave a small nod. Not willing to speak, the fear that he may hear her was ever growing.
“Good, now we have you stabilized. It appears you had a traumatic blow to your abdomen. Where you aware that you were pregnant?” Did he say were pregnant? As in past tense, as in she was no longer with child.
Again she nod, fearful of what this man might tell her.
“Well my dear unfortunately we were unable to save the baby.” A long pause, allowing her to soak in the news, “Also we had a new instruction sent out from King Vegeta, we are to report any new pregnancies to him. Now you shouldn’t worry, you do not match the description of the woman he seems to be after.” He gave an uneasy chuckle, patting her hand gently. “ Now a nurse will be in here shortly to get your information now that you are awake.”
He left the room, leaving her alone with her thoughts. She waited a moment, allowing everything sink in. She had to take action. He couldn’t find her. She had worked hard to keep herself free of him, she wouldn’t allow this work to be in vain. She ripped the IV from her arm, wrapped it up with some gauze. Dressed herself, leaving her bloodied clothes behind. Bulma nearly plowed over the nurse as she flung the door opened.
She had to act quickly, pulling the nurse into the room. Covering her mouth, shoving her against the now closed door.
“You will let me leave.” Bulma said reaching into the nurse’s coat pocket to pull out a pair of bandage scissors. She relaxed her grip upon the nurse, not wanting to cause this innocent woman harm. The nurse stood frozen, now eyeing a panic button on the opposite side of the room. Her nerves over took her logic and she lunged for it. Bulma brought the tip of the scissors down into the nurse’s neck, rendering her lifeless.
Her body hit the ground with an audible thud. Bulma could not dwell on the fact that she herself had just ended an innocent person’s life. She pilfered the nurse’s coat finding a couple hypo dermic needles, surgines, and a small vial of pain medication. Blood pooled around her boots as she searched the lifeless body. She turned and ran away from the bloody scene, bloody foot prints fading leading to an exterior door.
“What do you mean the woman isn’t here now?” Vegeta hissed, his furrowed brow narrowing his ebony eyes. The amount of his displeasure was immeasurable and struck fear into the doctor and nurse.
“King Vegeta, she had just awakened. I had to give her some bad news, and then I went to get Nurse Stephanie here to get her information. When we returned, she was gone and I found a horrible sight. I was only away from the room for a few minutes.”
“What was the bad news you had to give this female?” Vegeta’s expression went from displeasure to some amount of curiosity.
“I had to tell her, due to her poor physical state and extensive injuries that…she had also suffered a miscarriage of her pregnancy.” The doctor sighed, knowing that full well that the poor woman would most likely succumb to her injuries and parish.
“You mean she lost the unborn child?” Vegeta seemed shocked, unsure how to feel about the loss of his newly discovered child. When he wished for eternal life for his family, he had not known about her pregnancy. She may have not been far enough along for him to notice any changes or the dragon to acknowledge in his wish. The dragon being so literal, may have not realized Vegeta wanted any potential children born with Saiyan blood to be preserved with eternal life.
“Show me where you had her.” The doctor nod, quickly showing him to the room where the mystery woman had been kept.
“Sir, we have not moved anything since discovering her disappearance. Now I must warn you, there is a body still in here.”
The room reeked with her scent. The smell of blood was nearly over powering, she must have lost quite of bit to produce this much stench. He noticed a pile of clothing, still wet laying in a basin. The blood didn’t smell vibrant like he had known before; this was layered with the scent of death. What the doctor said had to correct in his analysis of the loss of pregnancy.
He viewed the corps of a female, presumably the nurse the doctor had mentioned. Had he pushed Bulma to the point of taking lives in order to survive? He could smell her on this woman’s now cold body. She was not human any longer; she was a wild animal to be hunted down.
“I will allow you to live. If she comes back, you restrain her no matter what.” Turning to leave, he looked over his shoulder, “If I find that you have kept her from me or aid in escape in any way- you, your family, and anyone you care about will be put to death.”
In a flash, he was gone leaving the doctor visibly shaken. He counted himself fortunate to have lived through an interaction with the king. He prayed to never see the young woman again; he could not imagine the horrors that would await her at his hands.

Things seem to have really gone down hill for Bulma. Will things ever get better? Again I cannot thank everyone enough for reading!
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