Muwahahaha! It's me again! I'm here! ::dances around like an idiot:: You do know who I am, right? ::crickets chirping:: Um, well, I'll take that as a no. You should be ashamed of yourself! Go read The Vow, right this instant! tsk tsk tsk...Oh, you want to know why I'm here? Well, I've devised a new plan to take over the world! Oh, you dont wanna know about my plan? Well, I dont think I want to tell you much about my story. Except that Vegeta's a real meanie in this one. This is NOT for B/V fans, and I'm not posistive yet, but I dont think it's gonna be good for you G/CC lovers either. I may let you decide. You should really listen to the song while you read this chap, it kinda sets the mood perfectly, in my opinion at least.. Ok, I've rattled on for long enough. ON WITH THE FIC!
Um, I said "ON WITH THE FIC!" Oh, you mean I HAVE to put the silly thing in here? ::sigh:: Ok, whatever makes you happy. DBZ belongs to me, so does the song "wash away those years" by creed, and me only, no one else may use it, it's MINE! What's that? It's not mine? Well then, you're just not very fun at all. Now, let's try this again. ON WITH THE FIC!
Chapter 1: Wash away those years
Pairings: some mention of V/B and G/CC
Rating: R (If you want to read the unedited version, go to . )
Warnings: Rape, abuse, pretty much all the bad things that can happen in a chapter do
Ok, I have to make one more interruption. THIS FIC CONTAINS RAPE SCENES! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON'T READ THIS IF YOU'VE EVER HAD ANYTHING LIKE THIS HAPPEN TO YOU, OR IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY IT, IT IS IN NO WAY MY INTENTIONS TO CAUSE ANY HARM BY WRITING THIS FIC! Ok, now that I've gotten this off of my chest, ON WITH THE FIC! (Is it just me, or is that getting rather repetitive?)
~*She came calling
One early morning*~
She wept in the corner of what had lately become her resting place. The only place that she had at least a tiny bit of peace and serenity, and ironically enough, he was the one that gave this to her. Not intentionally, of course, but still he did. This corner had become sort of a refuge from the nightly terrors that she had come to endure. The pain, the suffering, all of that ended when she was shoved aside into this closet. And as the darkness hid the physical scars, it helped her push aside her emotional ones as well.
Loud footsteps in the hall shook her from her reverie, and she struggled to quickly wipe the tears from her face, as they angered him even more. The steps stopped suddenly, and Bulma thought that perhaps he was too tired to worry with her tonight. That maybe, just maybe, he would leave her alone to her darkness and walk off on his own. Unfortunately for Bulma, that never happened. Just as quickly as the footsteps had disappeared, they reappeared again. This time they halted right outside the closet door. The door was yanked open violently, and she blinked, trying to adjust her eyes to the light.
He stood above her, his eyes glowing darkly with some animal desire. He reached out to her, as if to help her up. But like the rest of her delusions, that was not the case. He moved so quickly that she never saw the hand that flew towards her, nor did she hear the sickening thud as her weak body slammed into the concrete wall behind it. The smirk on his face never faltered as he collected her, and walked down the hall toward their bedroom.
~*She showed her crown of thorns*~
As unceremoniously as possible, he dumped her battered body onto the bed, and proceeded to undress. His eyes never leaving the crumpled form of what had once been a gorgeous woman. He smirked as he looked over his "handiwork" as he would call it. Bruises formed a necklace of sorts around her pale neck, the ugly black and blue marks showing clearly on her milky skin. The remains of a black eye on the left side of her face shown yellow and green in the pale bedroom light, but still her could see the beginnings of yet another shiner not yet fully developed.
Growing decidedly impatient, he shook the sleeping woman vehemently, causing her to cry out in protest. All that earned her was a swift punch in the side, and a bout of coughing as she fought to keep what little food she was allowed down. Upon seeing where she was, she tensed slightly, as if in painful apprehension of the things to come.
"Ah, so you've decided to join me, how kind of you!" He mocked in her direction, his voice dripping with sacrasm. "So, now, tell me pet, are you going to be good for me, or will I have to make you?"
~*She whispered softly
To tell a story*~
Normally this woman would never have been spoken to in such a manor, but she seemed to shrug it off as if it were nothing. Just something that had been told to her by the man that loved her and took care of her. That's all. Nothing more, nothing less.
"Yes sir..Vegeta..." She sighed to him before falling into the comforting darkness that welcomed her. Thankfully, the next few hours were nothing but a blur to her, painful, but for the most part, the memories were brief, and she hardly remembered them five minutes later. She vaguely remembered something about never questioning the motives of a Saiyan, and then a searing pain across the small of her back, but thankfully, kami had smiled on her, and she knew nothing more.
"Look, I'm telling you ChiChi, it's not like Bulma to be running around like a zombie all of the time! You know I'm right! Why can't you just admit it?"Goku screamed to his wife.
"All I know Goku, is that if you spent half as much time worrying about your family as you do BULMA, then we wouldn't fight half as much as we do. Bulma has her own husband, let HIM take care of HER! It's none of YOUR concern what she does? UNDERSTOOD?" She shot back, the venom apparent in her voice.
"Dammit ChiChi! Why can't you listen to me on this one? It's not normal! For Christ sake I've known her longer than I've know you even! She's my best friend! I cant sit by and watch something destroy her without even knowing what it is! Why can't you just understand that? You know there's no talking me out of this, so why do you even bother?"
~*About how she had been wronged*~
"Do what you want Goku! It's not like you ever cared about what I think anyway." ChiChi threw her hands up in the air as if to signal defeat to the gentle Saiyan, but when she turned around, there was no one there.
Goku teleported outside of Bulma's bedroom, and upon looking through the window, he turned to leave, when something made him turn to look again. Goku had never been a peeping tom, and watching his friends make love was something he had never even thought about doing, but then again, he had never seen something that looked so utterly wrong.
Vegeta thrust into her widly, moaning and grunting the whole time, but it wasn't his body, or his voice that bothered Goku, it was his hand. It lay tightly wrapped around Bulma's throat, cutting off most of her much needed air supply. Her face shone a deep shade of purple, and her eyes had begun to roll back into her head.
For a moment, it looked to Goku like what might have been a kinky sex game of some sorts, until Vegeta let go of her throat, and raised his hand back, only to bring it back down across Bulma's face.
~*As she lay lifeless
He stole her innocence*~
Goku facevaulted for a moment before regaining his composure, his anger reaching it's limits. Before He even knew what he was doing. He had slammed into Vegeta, knocking him off of Bulma, who just laid there staring at the ceiling.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH! If you EVER so much as lay a finger on her again, I'll hunt you down like an animal! Do you understand me?" Goku screamed, his hair taking on the ever familiar golden glow of the super saiyan.
"Turn around and walk away Kakarot, this is none of your concern. This concerns only me and MY mate, so take the hint, and show yourself out." Vegeta spat back at him, taking on his trademark stance, despite his obvious lack of clothes.
"Come on, I thought you knew me better than that Vegeta! I'm giving you to the count of ten to get out of here, or I will NOT hesitate to kick your ass, do you understand me? One, Two, Three..." Goku was cut off by Vegeta's laughter.
"You? Kick my ass? I assure you Kakarot, it would definately be the other way around."
~*And this is how she carried on*~
"six, seven, eight, nine, TEN. I warned you Vegeta, but you just couldn't leave well enough alone, now could you? You're more like Frieza than I ever could have imagined Vegeta. I give you a chance to live, and you take it as a game. Not this time, Prince Vegeta." The sarcasm dripped from his voice as he nearly spat the final words from his mouth.
"Tell me Kakarot, does this human woman really mean that much to you? So much that you would rebel against your heritage And your prince? Can you honestly tell me that this WHORE means more to you than your life?" Vegeta questioned him.
"Yes Vegeta, she means more than my life, and for that matter she means more to me than YOUR life as well. And if you EVER call her a whore again, I'll personally make sure YOU know how she feels right now ten fold, understood? This is your last chance Vegeta. Walk away from here now, and never look back, and I wont be forced to hurt you. But if you ever so much as look at her again, I'll kill you slowly, and I'll make sure you feel the pain that you've given her. NOW, LEAVE! I WON'T TELL YOU AGAIN VEGETA!"
"If she means that much to you Kakarot, the so be it, you deserve the little bitch. Have fun, she's actually quite good in bed." With those final words, Vegeta took off through the window, leaving Goku behind to try to revive Bulma.
It wasn't until he got closer to her that he noticed the full extent of her injuries. The bruises and cuts covered her body, and she looked as though she had lost twenty pounds or more.
~*Well I guess she closed her eyes
And just imagined everything's alright*~
As he bent over to pick up her tiny form in his arms, she opened her eyes, and started to scream. Not expecting such a reaction, he took several steps back before catching himself, and rushing once again to her side.
"Shh..Bulma..calm down...I won't let anything happen to you. I promise. Shh.." Goku tried his best to comfort her.
"Goku? Oh god, Goku, please, don't look at me...please. I can't stand for you to look at me like this. Please. Just leave me here. Please." She begged to him, trying her best to cover her battered and still naked body.
"Is that really what you want Bulma? I can promise you that I won't hurt you, but you have to trust me." He said as he ran a hand gently across her face.
"N..no don't leave me. Just turn around so I can put something over me, please." She replied as she calmed down
"Tell me what you want, and I'll bring it to you. You don't need to get up, just lay there and let good ol Goku take care of you, k?"
"Um, there's a robe in the closet in the hall, could you get that for me?"
"Isn't that kinda a strange place for you to put a robe?" Goku asked, but shrugged it off and went to get the robe
~*But she could not hide her tears
'Cause they were sent to wash away those years*~
Once Bulma was covered, Goku sat on the bed next to her, wincing as if he'd been struck when she scooted away from him. *just you wait Vegeta, your time will come. You'll have to pay for what you've done to her. I can promise that* He reached his hand out to her, and she flinched, as if bracing herself for the inevitable harsh contact that was to follow.
"Bulma, look at me. I'm not going to hurt you. I would NEVER hurt you. I dont expect you to trust me yet, but at least promise me that you'll try. Deal?" Goku practically begged her.
"Oh Goku, I'm so sorry. It's just...I..I'm sorry. I'll try. I promise." She tried her hardest to smile.
"OK, now that we've gotten that out of the way, let's get you outta that bed and go see Korin, shall we? Maybe we'll get lucky and he can give us a senzu bean. That'll get you to feeling better in no time, k babe?" Once he realized that he'd let the "babe" part slip, he turned an embarassing shade of red. Luckily for his part, Bulma was looking out the window, so she didn't seem to notice.
~*My anger's violent
But still I'm silent*~
In a matter of seconds they were standing in front of Korin, Bulma snuggled comfortably into Goku's warm chest, and the saiyan looking strangely content.
"Someone wanna tell me what the hell's going on here?" A stunned Yajirobe asked Goku rather impatiently.
"Bulma's been hurt, I need a senzu bean, any chance that I might find one here?" Goku asked in return
"Well, This IS where Korin grows his beans, so yeah, I would say this should be a pretty good place to look, duh." Yajirobe shot back, his asshole-like demeanor shining through the entire time
"I don't have time to sit here and chit chat, do you have a bean, or not?" Goku asked, beginning to grow impatient.
"Yeesh,. hold your horses. Jeez Bulma, what happened to you? You look like you got into a fight with Vegeta and lost." It was meant as a joke, but it hit closer to home than anyone could ever have guessed.
"Here Goku, this is the last of em. You guys are so hard to keep fit, you know that? You take care of her, Goku." Was all that he said before making his way back to sit in front of the TV.
"Thanks Korin, and I will." With that, Goku teleported them back to capsule corp, where Bulma ate the Senzu bean.
~*When tragedy strikes at home
I know this decadence Is shared by millions
Remember you're not alone
For we have crossed many oceans
And we labor in between
In life there are many quotients
And I hope I find the mean*~
There now, that wasn't so bad, now was it? Hope not. Tell me what you think, but before you start flaming me saying things like "vegeta would never do something like that!" or "vegeta is soooooo ooc" I know I know I know I know. But seriously, let's think about it. How many times has Yamcha been made out to be something worse than this? More than I can count. And even though I can't count very high, you still get the point. I DO however want constructive critism, don't tell me that my story sucks, tell me why it sucks. The next chap should be out soon. Till then...BUH BYE! ::waves ecstatically::