It Hurts

This is not my story! My friend asked me to upload this for her, since she doesn't have a computer (She writes this every time she visits my house). She would like any ideas and opinions of this story, and crits are welcome. But please, no flames, be nice to her.

Now onto the story!
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Just because the scar on your hand has disappeared, doesn't mean the story behind it is gone as well. A lot of painful memories you wish had never happened are still there. Sucking it up and thinking they are gone wont help. If you still cry about it at night, then there is still something inside of you that wont let it pass. Fear gets to some people. It holds them down and makes sure they don't get back up. The only way to get rid of the fear...is to face it. In this case, I had to face mine.

For a long time now I have been keeping it inside of me. I have made sure it hasn't come out and no one has found out about it. My fear is Prince Vegeta. I have known him for a long time. Ever since I can remember, I have been serving under him. Here’s how I became his slave.

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When I was taken from earth, I was only 4 years old. I was put on a ship and taken off to the Space Slave Station.

Seeing crying faces and people holding one another, they all looked at me differently. I was the youngest, and I had no one. I remember seeing this lady look at me and smile. It was a crooked smile, and was sad yet friendly. She was hinting me to come her way. I stayed still. I didn't want to go to her. I wanted to stay where I was.

My mom always told me that when I’m lost, to stay where you are until someone finds you. So I stayed. I wanted my mom to come and find me, to save me from this place, this horrible disgusting place. I knew she wouldn't come though. I watched as she was slaughtered with the rest of my family as I was dragged onto that fucking ship. I wouldn't be found.

I also remember when I was taken to this room. The room consisted of a bed. Not so much of a bed but of a pillow and blanket. There was also this window in the room so people could look in. I spent most of my time right next to that window looking at the people who either looked in or walked by, but one day a little boy walked next to my window.

He looked a year older than me. I looked at him funny, like a dog looking at human after they had just made a strange noise, this boy was strange to me. He looked at me while talking to what appeared to be his guard. The next thing I know, a blue man with fire red hair came into the room and pulled me out. The boy looked at me once again and smirked. His smirk was wicked, yet sweet in a horrible evil sort of way. I could see some evil in his eyes, which frightened me. His guard picked me up and followed the young boy.

We entered this other ship and took off once again. Once the guard set me down, I just dropped down and sat there. The boy looked at me as well. I gave him a quick smile and looked away. He stood up and walked over to me.

"So your my slave now, you know that right girl?" he looked at me with that same smirk he gave me in the space station. The smile that you know is evil, and wants nothing to do with it.

"No..." I looked at him weird and giving him that childish look of disagreement.

"You must not know who I am." he laughed when he saw me shake my head "I am Prince Vegeta of planet Vegeta and you will be my slave for I have just bought you."

"I am not for sale. I don't see a for sale sign on me anywhere." I mocked as he gave me an even worse stare.

"Girl soon that free mind of yours will be broken." He looked at me once more and went away. Chills ran up my spine. I was 4! I shouldn't know what fear was besides the man in the closet and stuff like that. Yet I was scared of him.


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Years have past since I was sold to Prince Vegeta. I am now 17 turning 18 in around a month. I served him by cleaning and cooking and all other sorts of things. He was keeping me his working slave until I turned 18, that’s is when I would be his sex slave, so I was really worried about turning 18. Turning 18 is supposed to be a sign of being an adult and having independence. People can't wait to turn 18, but I can wait. Every day since 2 months ago, Vegeta would give me this look. A look so horrifying that I would stop in my tracks...Frozen. He had this certain hunger in his eyes. A hunger so deep that nothing could stop him from tearing me apart when my birthday came.

For my previous birthdays I would get nothing. Nothing at all. I didn't even get the day off, they thought that I would get use to having the day off and do a sloppy job on future work. I admit, I probably would. I didn't like pleasing these people, these monsters for anything.

Since I was about 14-ish I have wanted to die. It would be better than suffering in this place having to serve all, mainly the Prince. If I had killed myself though, I know that I would only end up in a worse place where death wouldn't be an escape for me anymore, but sometimes I think it would be better than here.

Here I was always being looked at as if I was some piece of shit that no one thought had really any meaning in life but to clean and cook. I wanted at least some respect, but since I've lived here practically all my life, I didn't ever know that humans got respect at all.

Once and a while I would get at least an hour to do what I pleased but I would always have someone watching me. I don't know why, the only thing I did on my hour break was sleep, but then again I do know why a guard always watched me.

When I was younger I would always try to escape. I've learned my lesson from escaping though. So now on my breaks I would sleep. I only get 6 hours of sleep. That's all they allowed for slaves. Others took their hour spending time with friends or boyfriends/girlfriends. Yes, some slaved humans would find each other and start dating.

I didn't really have friends and I never had a boyfriend probably because every guy I have ever liked in this god-forsaken place Vegeta has killed. He didn't want me to be happy or have anything that would make me happy. He killed them just so he knew he would be my first though I wouldn't be his. He wanted to rip my virginity away from me and laugh as he did it. Great for him, shitty for me.