Absolute Beginners

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Absolute Beginners


Chapter 1: Taking too much


A/N This piece is not beta-ed!! I’ve been over it several times, but I’m not so good as my beta. Please remember I’m dutch, and therefore I don’t see all my mistakes. The Vegeta in this fic isn’t very nice. Please keep that in mind. If you have questions, ask them, or just wait for the next chapters!!


“So,… prince Vegeta, how are you feeling?”

“Fine! Now, put the food on the table, and leave me the hell alone!!”

She flinched, and took a step back, hurt by his words. Vegeta noticed her reaction, and sneered at her obvious hurt. “What are you waiting for!? Do I have to kick you out of my room? The sooner I’m relieved of your hideous face, the better!”

She took another step back, and stared at the ground, and said softly: “Ok. I’ll just leave your meal here. If you’d like some more, just give call me, ok?” Then she turned, and just about ran out of the room, leaving the Saiyan behind, who smiled cruelly at her retreating back. “How much fun this is...”


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Drops fell silently on the counter. She stared at them in confusion. When she finally realized she was crying, she furiously scrubbed her face. She sniffed. ‘Disgusting! Why do I let him get to me!’ She felt so sad. ‘Why does he do this to me?’She stared at the piece of chicken she was chopping up for the soup she was making.

She felt so tired. She had practically saved him from death, and he treated her like dirt. She had sat beside him for three long weeks, wondering if he would pull through. She had spent long nights, trying to get down his fever, looking after his wounds. Just a couple of days ago she had thought he would never make it, but now he almost had his full strenght back. How was that possible? She knew he wasn’t human. His tail was a clear sign. And his abnormal strenght; she had experienced that when he woke up. But his tail had been the reason she hadn’t called for an ambulance when she found him.

She had heard some strange sounds in her backyard. When she went out to investigate, she had found him, lying in a puddle of blood. She was shocked, to say the least. She had rushed out to him. But she was frozen to the ground when she had noticed a tail. A TAIL! No one had a tail... no one *human*. She had been in doubt what to do for a moment. Call an ambulance, and the police, saying; “Hello, I got a half dead man lying here, and I’ve no idea how he got in my backyard. Oh, and he has a tail.” She had decided against it. The government would freak out. The town would freak out. Her parents would freak out. They would probably all presume that she had something to do with him, knowing her luck. What to do then? When she looked at him, like this, beaten near h, sh, she couldn’t let him lie there. So she brought him into the house, laid him down on a bed (which took a lot of effort) and had cared for his wounds. He had several internal bleedings, which, she had been sure, would definitly kill him within a day. But he hadn’t died, although there were many times she thought that she had lost him. She hadn’t been to school for over three weeks, claiming she had caught a very nasty, contagious bug. And they believed her. After all, who wouldn’t believe her? She was the top student of her class, of her school. It gave her some credit. A teacher, who lived about six miles away from her, had even brought her her homework. At least the teachers thought about her; they wanted to help her, now that she was in her final year.

But how he made such a remarkable recovery in just three days, it dazzled her. Even his leg, which had been broken at *three* points, had healed right up. He could even stand on it! But with his health came back his consciousness. And instead of being grateful, nice, or at least *polite* to her, he had made her life a complete hell. The first thing he did when he finally reached consiousness again, was reaching out for her, to fling her against the wall. Then he snarled to her to get the hell away from him. Who did she think she was, for touching the Saiyan Prince? Then, it only got worse. He commanded her, made fun of her, hurt her; he saw right through her, and into her soul. He knew what her weaknesses were, and her soft spots, and her pain. And he had used it, ruthlessly, and with a certain sadistic kind of joy, to make her feel useless, worthless.

Suddely, she slammed the knife down. Once again she rubbed her eyes. Crying wouldn’t do her any good.’How did I get into this mess?’ She wanted out of the house, if only for a little while. So, she walked out of the kitchen, grabbed her jacket , and exited the house by the front door.

It rained, hard, but she didn’t feel it. Numb as she felt now, she walked into the woods surrounding her parents’ house. She lived quite remote; it was twelve miles from town. She had her own car, so it didn’t bother her. Actually, she was glad that she didn’t live in town. Here, there was peace, and space. And what had the town to offer her? Nothing, but her school. She had no friends at school, or anywhere else. Her parents were never home; always on business trips (where were they now, Singapore or Hongkong? She didn’t remember). She only saw them a couple of times the past year, but she had passed the point of missing them. She picked up her pace. Walking in the woods always brought her some peace of mind, and she needed it now, more than ever.


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Vegeta snapped out of his thoughts when he suddenly heard the front door being closed. He walked to the window and saw the girl walking towards the woods. ‘Doesn’t she notice how hard it rains? She really must be stupid.’ But even when he thought that, he knew it wasn’t true. She was everything but stupid. She had nursed him back to health, with almost no medical supplies except the thing she called ‘first aid kid’. How he had gotten from Freeza’s ship here on this backward planet was a great mystery to him. When he woke up, he wasn’t in a Regeneration Tank, but in a soft, clean bed. How he hated soft beds. And then he had smelled her. A soft, clean smell. He immediately recognised it as the same, who had invaded his haunted sleep, and had soothed him. That was a weakness; he didn’t need to be soothed. He opened his eyes, and looked straight into her face. She was sitting next to him, so, suddenly in an outburst of rage, he had made a lunge for her, picked her up, and thrown her against the wall. She had looked at him with eyes full of hurt and questions; she didn’t understand what she could have done wrong Then he used everything he could come up with to hurt her, mainly mentally, but sometimes physically. She was so easy to read... Her emotions were always written on her face. It gave him a twisted kind of pleasure to hurt her. But at the same time, he felt guilty. She had treated him all by herself, and it must have been a strain on her. She lived all alone here, miles away from anyone else. He had done a ki-reading the first thing when he woke up. The nearest ki was six miles away from here. And their wasn’t a single acknowledgable ki on this whole planet. He unknowingly smirked. He could do whatever he wanted, there was nobody to stop him, or even try to get in his way.

But back to the girl. She was dangerous. She made him feel things, he didn’t even know he was capable of. And that was a weakness. The only emotions he allowed himself to , th, that he *could* feel, were anger and hate. That, and a desire for revenge. Revenge on Frieza, for making him suffer through pain and humiliation for over twenty years. But, he had learned many things of Frieza. And the most valuable lesson had been to never show emotion, because they were your weakness. So he had lived with his hate. It had eaten up his heart, had left him half insane, but Vegeta had welcomed it. It had made him stronger. He was already so much stronger than his father, the king, and he was rapidly approaching Frieza’s level. He almost had reached everything he had wished for, but suddenly here he was, on this,... this little, beautiful, *peaceful* planet. He didn’t understand how, and certainly not *why*. One moment he was getting a beating from Frieza himself, for ‘being such an disobedient little pest’. The next, when he came by again, he was here! Vegeta snarled. He was frustrated. How could he possibly get any training done here? How was he supposed to keep an eye on Frieza and his minions? All his carefully laid-out plans were worthless now. He growled. He needed to let off some steam. And that irritating little girl had just left. Well, he would wait for her. In the kitchen. She didn’t really think he could live on one plate, now did she?


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After three hours, she made her way back to the house. It whould be around eleven pm now. Hopefully her ‘guest’ would be already asleep. She shivered, from the cold. She had been completely soaked in fifteen minutes. Not that she cared. Maybe she would actually catch a cold now.

She entered the house using the back door. There was the pantry, where the washing machine stood. She immediately disposed of her wet clothes, not bothering to turn on a light. If she would go up to her room first, she would leave a trail, and she didn’t want to mop the entire house. She opened the machine, and begun to strip, tossing her clothes in. She kicked her shoes in the direction of the heater. Now wearing only her underwear and a socked t-shirt, she put in some soap, and turned the machine on. ‘Now a hot shower, and then some sleep’ she thought. She felt herself become warm again. She yawned. She would sleep very well tonight.

She walked out of the pantry and in the kitchen. And she halted and frowned. In the dim light she could see little, but it was enough. The kitchen table was a mess. All kinds of eatable products were spraid on the counter. And the sink was filled with dirty dishes. ‘Oh great, he has gone on a eating spray again. Oh well, I’ll clean that up in the morning.’ She sighed. Then she continued her way. She was almost out of the kitchen when she suddenly heard a chuckle coming from a dark corner to her right. She almost jumped out of her skin.

“Well well, it seems that the girl isn’t so little after all.”

She stood there frozen. This was just her luck. Now he certainly wanted her to clean up his mess, or make more food. And what did he mean with ‘not so little anymore’? He was playing tricks with her mind again.

She shaked her head. Time to retreat. She made a move but bumped right into her guest.

“Ouch,” she muttered, and rubbed her forehead. Like walking into a brick wall. How did he move so fast? She shivered. This situation started to make her feel uncomfortable. She raised her head and stared right into his face. She could hardly made out any facial features, but his eyes shone bright. She shivered again. She started to feel very uncomfortable. She directed her gaze elsewhere. She stared at the wall over his shoulder.


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Vegeta looked down at the girl. She had hastily averted her eyes. She learned quickly. It had pissed him off, whenever she looked him straight into the eyes. Few had dared, and even fewer had managed to keep that look up. But this girl didn’t even fidget under his stare. It was an unspoken challenge to him. Somehow, this girl always riled him up.

But he hadn’t expected to feel this. Lust. He had waited patiently for her return. When he saw her walk into the house, totally soaked, he was ready for giving her another verbal beating. But then, she had started to strip, totally unaware of his presence. Even though there was little light coming from the skies, he had a clear vision. Saiyan eyesight. She stood there, in her underwear and a t-shirt, which clung to her body. It appeared that the girl had very nice curves. He was shocked when he felt lust stirring deep in his mind. For this weak human girl? How could he, the *Prince* of the strongest race in the universe, feel anything else then resentment for her? Rage bubbled up in him, directed at the girl. He would kill her, now! But then, he quickly dismissed the thought. Why would he do that? She was much more useful to him alive. And he would find out what attracted him in her, and then he would destroy it in her. He frowned. He hated admitting that he had this feeling; attraction. But, he figured, by facing it, he could do something about it. When he saw her walking through the kitchen, he chuckled. She wouldn’t know what hit her.

It alerted her to his presence, and he watched with dark amusement how she started. He looked her over once more. Then he spoke up, more to himself then to her: “Well well, it seems that the girl isn’t so little after all.”

She was completely stunned by his words. But after a few seconds, she had collected herself, and she made a move for the kitchendoor. He wouldn’t allow that. He stood before her, faster than she could blink. He had surprised her again. When her eyes met his, he saw how uncertain she was. But she had quickly averted her eyes.

Now, he stood here, with her pressed loosely against him. He could feel the cold and moisture coming of her clothes. He could also feel the light pressure of her breasts. He lowered his head, to where it almost came in contact with the skin of her neck. Then he took a large breath, and immediatly her soft smell invaded his senses. It was alluring. She smelled of a sweet soap, mixed with her own unique scent, and the smell of the rain.

‘What is he doing?’ She wondered. She was beginning to feel fear. He was unpredictable. She had never expected him to come so near to her. Whenever she touched him since he had awoken, he looked at her as something disgusting. And he had made it clear that she *was* disgusting. But now he almost nuzzled her neck.

Did he smell a twinge of fear? Yes, definitely. He smiled sadisticly. It made him even more aware of her. Her heartbeat and breathing had sped up, just a little bit. But she stood perfectly still, and was still staring at the wall. He dipped his head some lower, and nuzzled her neck. Soft skin. He lightly nibbled her neck. She tasted good, too.

At the slight feeling of his teeth, she jumped back. She once again looked him square in the eyes.

“I’m going upstairs. To sleep. Goodnight.”

And she tried moving around him, aiming for the exit.

Vegeta had already anticipated her moves. He grapped her by her upperarms, and kept her in place.

She looked at his grip, then back at him. “I don’t understand,” she said softly.

“What’s there for you to understand? Don’t question my actions.”

With that, he pulled her back, and pressed himself tightly against her. He started to nibble her neck again. He felt her shivering.

“Cold?” he drawled. “Well, then we should do something to warm you up, hm? Why did you go out in the rain anyway? Trying to drown yourself?”

She murmered something so softly, that even he couldn’t hear it.

“You said?” When she didn’t answered him, he tighten the grip on her arms, till she let out a soft whimper. He whispered in her ear: “Tell me.”

“It... it makes me forget, it,... it brings me peace of mind,” she admitted with a sigh.

“The rain?”

“No, the woods.”

“Silly little girl,” he drawled. “Were you frustrated by me? Tssk. Can’t deal with me?”

“Let go of me,” she leaned back as far as his grip allowed her, trying to avoid his touches. They were so alien to her. And new. She couldn’t remember the last time that somebody had touched her affectionally. And her reaction to it scared her; she wanted to cling to him, give him free reign. She wanted to feel more; it gave her a warm feeling in her chest. It felt... good. But she realised that he didn’t do this for her comfort, but for his own dark purpose.

Vegeta smirked when he saw her reactions. One part of her was freightened, the other wanted more. After three days, he knew a lot more about her than she thought he did. He had heared conversations she had with her teachers and the people she called ‘delivery service’, as she was talking to them using that crud communicating device she called a ‘phone’. And also, when he tried, he could quite easily hear her thoughts. Saiyans were a race with well telepathic abilities, and he figured that humans also had those abilities, but were mostly unaware of them.

And from everything he had heard he knew how lonely she was. She had no friends, her parents were as aws away and her relatives lived nowhere near. Not that she hadn’t tried hard to make friends. She had. But they thought of her as a freak. She was far more intelligent than other people. That, in combination with her rich, weird parents, made her an outcast. And nobody wanted to befriend an outcast.

He could use those feelings to make her suffer. He was a master in phychological warfare. He could break this girl, and then mold her into whatever he liked her to be.

“What’s wrong, little one? Tell me what’s wrong.” He smirked at her confused face.

“Let go, please.”

“Now, hush. What’s wrong with me holding you? It heatens you up, doesn’t it.” He twisted the last sentence, making her blush.

“....”

“Now, where were we?... I remember. We have to get you out of these wet things.”

“I am perfectly capable of doing that myself. Alone. In my room. Understand?” She said that with a lot more bravado then she actually felt. And apparently, he didn’t take it so well.

“Watch your mouth. And do not use that tone of voice against me.” He growled, while he cut off the bloodcirculation in her arms.

“You’re hurting me!”

“Good. Maybe now you’ll get the point. I am by far your superior.” He looked down at her, arrogantly.

At that, something in her broke. She felt anger, rage, welling up in her, clouding her vision, making her loose caution and overwhelming her fear and confusion. And she lashed out:

“You are certainly *not* my superior! What makes you think that? Because you’re strong? Because you can throw me against the wall? Well, if that makes you feel good about yourself...
You know what, you’re pathetic! You’re so messed up, that you can’t even thank a person who has looked after you for *three whole weeks*,” she screamed, the anger fueling her volume, “ Do you know how much I’ve missed at school for you? How many sleepless nights I had? I could have easily turned you over to the authorities, but I didn’t! I felt sorry for you! I didn’t even know you, but I cared for you! How do you mean a total lapse of judgemeI muI must have lost my mind! And you know what, I think I just got it back! You can take your sorry, ungrateful, ugly ass out of *my* damn house. You don’t deserve what I’m doing for you. I should have left you to rot! And you probably deserved that beating too! I wish they had finished the job. Now, let go off me, and get out of my house, you..., you..., “ she twisted in grip, still fuming.

As she was yelling those things to his face, he was shocked speechless. Another first for this girl. She had never before raised her voice to him... But when he listened to her words, his fury rose with every word she uttered. That he also felt guilt, he easily ignored. Instead he focused on his fury. And when she ran out of words, he felt his blood boil at the insolence of this little wench.

He suddenly released her. She almost fell, but she quickly steadied herself. She stood up straight, and looked him right in his eyes. She saw raw fury. He was frightening, the way he stood there, uttering not a single word, but instead staring at her, with those eyes... Those eyes could swallow her. They were usually a dark void, but not now. The anger and hate were so plainly visible. It was enough to give her shivers. She was afraid, but she refused to back down now. She just refused. Maybe now he would kill her. Or he would do something worse. She didn’t want to think about it. So she kept staring back, losing herself in his eyes. She had the feeling she was drowning.

The little bitch! Staring at him like that! He would not tolerate such disobedience! He would not! This girl had overstepped her boundaries. Now she would pay.

She never saw him coming. One moment she stood there, all defiance, next, she was hurled against the kitchen wall. She smacked her head hard, and her eyesight went blurry. Next moment she was picked up again, then again slammed against the wall. She felt blood trickle through her hair. He must have noticed to; he put his hand in her hair, feeling the warm liquid. He pulled her up, only using that hand in her hair. She had to keep herself from screaming. But she bit her lip, and refused to make a sound.

He raised her till her face was at the same level as his. He smiled at her than. She froze when she saw it, then started to thrash, wildly; that smile was pure malice, cold and cruel.

“Do you regret your words already? I think it is too late for that now. I’ll show you I won’t tolerate such behaviour. Let this be a lesson for you.”

He was on her in a fury. He pinned her against the wall, using the hand in her hair to keep her head still, and then violated her mouth. He ripped of the last pieces of clothing she wore, harsly handling her soft flesh. She tangled both hands in his hair, pulling at it, anything, to make him stop. This was worse than being killed... she thought. He was going to rape her! It was the complete humiliation for her, and somehow he knew it. He was degrading her, showing her what exactly she was to him; something far beneath him.

Vegeta smirk widened; he could smell her fear. That, and her own l mil mixed with that of her blood made him crazy with want. He knew what he was doing. It scared the hell out of the girl. He thrived on it. It gave him an huge powertrip. He released her lips, looking down at the broken skin. The taste of her blood was sweet too. It was addicting. He nuzzeld her neck again, then bit down, hard. He broke her skin, and tasted her blood. And for the first time, he elicted a sound of pain from her; a soft whimper was heard. He reveled at it. He wondered how hard she would scream...

As Vegeta continued his assault, she was trying to shut her mind down; anything, but to experience this. But she had no such luck. He made sure he had her full attention. She felt him tracing her body with his hands. She felt him suckling her neck. She felt him bit her soft breast, her belly, her tighs. She felt him pressing his now naked body against her own. She clawed his bare back, drawing blood, but he only laughed at her feeble attempts to hurt him. He started to growl when he slipped his hand between her tighs. She wished she could die just there; she felt humiliated, used and dirty. He stared at her face the whole time, smirking; all the emotions were visible, and it gave him such pleasure to know he could hurt her so. When he finally entered her body, she started to cry; the tears trickled down silently. She never thought this could happen to her. She never would have thought her first time would be anything like this... It hurt so much. But when he started to move, the pain increased tenfold. He did make her scream, which covered his soft moans and growls. She closed her eyes to shut his victorious look out of her mind. She only hoped it would be over soon.

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