Vomit Covered Hearts

You know, I notcied there was plenty of Yaoi and not much yuri anywhere!!! But I do love both so I believe I will take a shot at this.....no prosmises it will be good but I will try! ^__^

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She stared up at the celling and as she stared she thought of the one person in this world she loved the most.
No, it was not the tan and muscular man sleeping soundly next to her, even though to most he would be the idel lover.
It was a normal, but still lovely....
Woman.
And her name was something she dare not whisper for she would smile and become so restless she would have to pull herself from bed and go to her love. So, the older woman just stayed very still and very quite as visions of her and her lover seeped into her mind.
Visions of their love making.
Of the moans and sighs they shared between satin and cheap cotton sheets alike.
Of those few, priceless glances they were able to excange across crowded rooms or down full tables.
It was a secret the blue haired beauty dare not share with anyone but herself and her muse. But, part of her was afriad it would stay that way forever.


The room was filled with fimilar faces and a history that seemed to go on for ages. Still they were worth nothing to her except the words they were turned into.
She hated the past.
She hated her past-self. There were just so many things she would have done differently. So many people she would have choosen to live her life with....
\"Woman.\"
People that would have respected her.
\"Woman!\"
People that would have thought better of her.
\"WOMAN!\"
Most of all, people that would have really loved her.
\"Yes.\" She answered the voice of her husband with the same harsh tone and disrespect, he face no longer emotionless but cold and angry. He always made her feel that way.
\"How long are all these morons going to be here!?\" Still upset and impatient about her delayed response, Vegeta\'s vioce was still risen a bit. Bulma simply shrugged and lifted the crystal glass to her lips to stain them again with the red of the wine and it lurked over her tounge before sliding down her throt, burning a firey trail down her chest.
The man growled at her and snatched up her elbow.
In surprise, Bulma let go of the glass in her hand and it crahsed to the floor and bleed onto the cream-colored carpet.
Suddenly he let her go and a smirk came to his lips. Gently he lent in her ear and his cold breath danced across her cheek, slapping on another shade of red over the embarassment.
\"You better clean that up fast, bitch.\" Vegeta pulled away and put on his same emotionless scowl. And even as peopel stared, no one seemed to notice the words he said to her under the light flow of remaining conversation and violen screams seepping out from the stereo.
\"We\'ll talk about this later. But in the mean time, don\'t just stand there looking like an idiot, clean up your mess.\" His order was very quiet and clam but on the verge of explosion.
Bulma wanted more than anything in the world then to follow that order but she knew she had to.
Not because he would hit her.
Not because she had to obay her \'man\', but simply because she didn\'t want to make a since in front of her guests.
She supposed that was how he kept her under his thumb.
Humiliation and the need to correct such a thing.
Bulma walked from the room after shoting a smile over the room and closing her eyes in a blushing apology. Her heels seemed to be the only sound as the rang out against the earthly toned tile of the kitchen.
The woman placed her hand on the shinning sink and sighed to herself. She lifter the right limb and twisted her fingers around the steal nob and turned it slightly.
Warm water washed over her ageing fingers and she glanced up at the window above the sink as the liquid drenched the wash-rag laying over the drain in a crying heep.
A ghostly refelection was staring at her and somehow it seemed so diferent.
She didn\'t seem to really grow old, but she seemed to blom. Her face had grown more experenced and beautiful with her age and the few strands of darkening hair that hung from her tightly weaved bun shaped it perfectly.
Her curves had become sharper, her height was shorted, and her walk held with the pride only some possesed. But those beautiful blue eyes were as alive as they ever could have been.
Still, someone could tell that something was different in them if they looked hard enough. And there seemed to be only one person so daring.
Bulma was pulled from her thoughts as she heard footsteps land on the tile behind her. She refused to turn and face whoever it was, her shame over coming her. But still they came closer and without a word.
The blue haired woman felt her warm breath catch in her throt as the drowning sound stopped behind her.
Slender arms reached out and wrapped themselves around her small waist. She let out the air throbbign in her lungs wiht a silent hiss and smiled to herself as the softest lips she ever felt trailed over the back of her neck.
\"Chichi...\" Her name....oh, what a beautiful name. What a savior for this tourment and humiliation she felt. Here in these arms she felt strong, everlasting, loved.
\"Don\'t let him get to you, that man is not worth your tears.\" As one slid carefully down her face Bulam turned to her lover and smiled again as she glanced at the ground, quickly wiping them away.
Chichi placed her plams on her face and lifted the heavy head.
Ebony eyes met the clearest of blue.
\"But if you must shead these tears,\" The black haired woman pulled her closer and held her head against her chest gentally.
\"I will be her to make you happy again.\"
\"BULMA!!!\" The two dropped their arms and nearly jumped in surprise.
A dark head of hair popped into the doorway and as his bangs swung from his face relife filled the lovers.
\"Oh, hey, Goku.\" Bulma smiled at him widely.
\"Did you need something, dear?\" Chichi cooed as she made her way over to him clapsing her hands gentaly in front of her.
He closed his eyes and nodded, glanceing back at Bulma.
\"Vegeta was looking for you. I think he\'s mad......but then he kinda always is so, it\'s hard to tell.\" She let her grin slip ever so lightly but lifted it into the fakest one she had ever dished out.
\"Ummm.....alright. Well, where is he?\" Sugar coated her every word as fear filled her.
\"He\'s upstairs.\"
\"Thanks.\" Chichi blurted out before the woman next to her.
Goku gave a slightly clueless expression but slipped from the room and back was back into the clueless conversations and clueless mingling and clueless kindness. Because that was Goku.
Clueless.
And that was why, still somehow, the two felt safe around him. They would never have to explain small hugs on light kisses on the cheek, because that was a \'friendship\' thing. And maybe that made them feel, for a single second, that they were openly in love. That nothing was a secret and that everyone else was free to know.. Simply because he would never know.
The fear drifted from Bulma\'s eyes. She would show this man no such emotion. Even if he struck her down. Even if he called her names.
Boldly, she made her exit and, too quickly, she was passed the crowd of words, soft music, and bodies, before the staircase.
With a deep breath she let her tounge run over the clingy lip stick over her mouth and grabbed at the wooden handle at her side.
The hard floor coating each heartwrenchign step seemed to make no sound as she reached the top.
Bulma\'s eyes widened.
There her was. That shadow as dark as his eyes, traced in the moonlight as he stoood in that dark room, waiting for her.
Vomit rose in her throt but she pushed it down and walked to the door with a cold face.
She wish to be detached then, to not feel anyhing he was going to bestoe upon her. But she would feel it, she always did.
A pale palm landed on the smooth surface and with a push, she was there, in that nightmare.
\"It took you too long to get here.\" He turned to her his jeans making no sound as they slid over his legs and midnight tee-shirt as they both held close to his every muscle curve.
Oh, how she used to think him beautiful, flawless, unmatched.
Now he was disgusting and it gave Bulma pain to look back on her own stupidity.
\"Well, aren\'t you going to apologize!?\" His tone was silent but seemed to make her ears bleed in a pirceing sting.
\"I-I....\" No! She could not say seh was sorry, she WOULD no longer say she was wrong.
Silence
Vegeta gritted his teeth in a throty growl as he raised his hand.
The horrible noise was more then any words could say as that same hand landed on her cheeks several times.
Back and forth. His fingernail lightly digging deeper and deeper as each blow got harder and harder. But she would never cry out.
The agony in Bulma\'s lips was almost unbareable as she held them together tightly chewing away every yelp and sob.
Soon the new pains stopped to leave the throbbing hurt behind.
She could hear his andgered breathing grow more ragged as his stare burned through her. Bulam opened her eyes and looked at the floor so that stare would not eat her alive.. Her left hand reached up slowly to cradle the bruised flesh on her face but it was smacked away.
\"You don\'t want to obay me?\" There was a hiss behind the words as they spilled from Vegeta\'s thin lips.
\"And here I thought I taught you better.\"
Still there was silence as Bulma refused to meet his gaze, standing as still as her own breath would allow.
\"Fine. I suppose you do have more to learn.\" Vegeta untensed slightly and a smirk graced his face.
She grew a bit more still.
\"Take off your shoes.\" the demand seemed playful but full on hate so dark it was bottomless.
Bulma shifted as she looked up at him, afraid and confused.
\"I SAID \'take off your FUCKING shoes\' or I will cut off your FUCKING feet!!!\" With a bit of hesitation they were pulled from her feet, straps still held in place.
Vegeta snatched them both away, inspecting both in his one hand as they hung helplessly from thier bindings.
They were the same candy apple red as her knee high dress. The tip was rounded nicely but the bold metal holes in the straps and the heel seemed to be quite sharp.
Without warning, Vegeta lifted his other hand and flung one at his wife\'s face. Bulam cried out in pain as the heel sunk into the skin under her right eye ad the straps ripped apart, slamming against her other eye, nose, and cheeks.
She fell to the ground in shock and watched as the man before her leaned over her quickly to close the bedroom door.
The blue haired beauty jammed a fist into his stomach and began kicking at his ankles as hard and as fast as she could.
Suddenly he grabed her wrists and shifted his feet onto her ankles and as she cried out in pain he put his mouth over hers in a blinding kiss.
It lasted for only a second before Vegeta\'s teeth sunk into her tounge, combining the saliva and blood in a tastless manner.
Bulam could feel that vomit rise again, but this time it was in her mouth, as well. as he husband\'s, before the thought of repression ever came up.
A harsh groan left her as he pulled away and lifted one of his hands, clutchign the last shoe in it tightly.
He swung it down at her.
Again
And again.
And again. Hit after hit, she was bleeding more and more. Her ankles were being crushed with every movement he rmade, but soon she became a bit more still and a bit more silent as the stomach acids burned on the back of her tounge and throt.
She couldn\'t breath.
Slowly she closed her eyes as the pain softened.
A dead sleep took over her and she knew she would wake up the next day in his care. Bandages would line her body and she would be healing just so he coudl hit her again. But maybe this time was different.
Maybe it was all about to change.

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I know that was kinda boring, but I had to give you a backround type thingy........anywayz, it will get better I promis!!!.....I hope..... -___- PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!! I LOVE REVIEWS!!!!!! I WILL NOT UPDATE WITHOUT THEM!!!!! But please, no flames +__+ like I said, first yuri fic I can\'t promise the best.