Dark
Desire
Author: Tempest12
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Chapter Eight - Redemption
Her POV
Oh kami, what am I going to
do? I slide down the cool bathroom wall to sit on
the tiled floor. I rest my
forehead on my knees as I desperately try to come of
up with a solution to my
newest problem.
I am pregnant.
He is going to kill me. He is
royally going to flip out. A couple of years from
now this might have been okay.
I would have had time to soften him up a bit
maybe, but not now. I don't
understand how this could have happened. I am on the
pill. Figures, I should have
tested it to make sure it was compatible with
Saiyan DNA. I am such an idiot.
I can hear it now. He is going
to blame me. Like it is all my fault. It takes
two to tango buddy. Oh Kami I
am so dead.
I rip open another kit a
different brand this time. I almost can't pee I'm so
upset. Five minutes later, yup
there it is pink double line. I am so pregnant. I
am so dead.
His pov
I can't concentrate today. My
muscles strain under the weight of the gravity,
mercilessly trying to pull me
to the ground, but my thoughts are on my blue hair
beauty. Unconsciously I seek
out her ki. She is in her bathroom, maybe she is
naked. I feel the corners of
my mouth quirk at the thought. A quickie is what I
need to get back on track.
I leave the GR and swiftly
travel up to her room. I open the bathroom door
without knocking, she's right
I do love scaring the crap out of her. She always
flushes so prettily when I do.
For a moment, I don't see her and then I spy her
slumped on the floor her back
braced against the wall. My smirk turns to a frown
as I look down at her.
"Woman, what are you doing?" I
snarl
She doesn't raise her head,
she just curls up tighter into a ball. I catch a
scent in the air that I
haven't smelled from her in some time. Fear. I reach
down and haul her out into the
center of the bedroom with me. She stands before
me her head lowered, refusing
to meet my eyes. What the fuck is wrong with her?
I grab her chin and I force
her to look at me. She is biting her lower lip and
her eyes are wide. Obviously
she has done something that she thinks will make me
mad. I lean down and sniff her
carefully. I can't smell any other males on her
so her fear can't be stemming
from unfaithfulness.
"What did you do?" I demand to
know.
She gulps and begins to
tremble. Her mouth opens and closes but no sound comes
out. Finally she forms a
sentence.
"I am pregnant." She whispers
with horror.
She clasps her hands between
her breasts to still their trembling and she lets
her head drop back down again.
Her whole frame is tense like she is expecting me
to lash out at her at any
minute. I almost smile at her antics, silly onna.
"Oh is that all?" At my words
her head snaps back up and she looks at me aghast.
I stare down at her coolly.
"Is that all?" She repeats
back at me completely astounded at my lack of
reaction.
"Well Onna, it is the natural
result of our activities. Although I had thought
you were smart enough to
prevent it." I resist the urge to chuckle at her
outraged look. My words must
have reassured her though, because she began to
smile after a second.
"Oh well, this is great! I
thought you were going to be furious. I am so happy,
we are going to have a baby."
She claps her hands together in a sick imitation
of her ditzy mother.
I frown darkly at her. "You
misunderstand me woman. You will not be keeping the
brat, you will dispose of it."
There was no way I was going to let a half breed
freak of mine run about.
Her face freezes with shock
before it crumples. "Get rid of it? You mean you
want me to get an abortion?"
"Yes, that's exactly what I am
saying. I will not allow you to whelp a half
breed. Once you get rid of it,
I expect you to take the necessary steps to make
sure this never happens
again." I snarl at her.
She takes a small step away
from me, and I growl. Her hands lower to cover her
stomach and her face grows
pale. Her lips straighten into a thin line and I can
see a glint of rebellion in
her eye.
"No." She says the word with
conviction. I would be proud of her it wasn't me
she was defying.
"Yes, woman." I hiss.
"I will not kill my baby." She
growls like a lioness protecting her young.
I reach out and grab her arm,
dragging her against me. "I will not have a brat
running around."
She looked me straight in the
eye, with an unwavering gaze. "Then get out." She
bit out.
For the second time the woman
surprised me. I know she craves my touch, but she
was willing to sacrifice it
for this brat she was carrying. I had tried to be
reasonable, now I was just mad.
"You will get rid of the brat
or I will beat it out of you Onna, and if you die
with it, so be it." I vow
maliciously.
I smell fear in the air again
and I didn't think it was possible for the woman
to get any whiter. Sweat
begins to bead on her brow and upper lip as she tries
to swallow. Instead of
cowering like I thought she would, she stiffens her spine
and spits at me.
I gently reach up to wipe her
saliva from my face before I snap. I grab her
around her delicate neck and
slam her up against the wall with such force it
shook. She expels her breath
violently and I can feel tremors of pain race
through her body.
"You will not defy me Onna." I
hiss down at her.
She takes a moment to get some
air back into her lungs, before she looks up at
me. I have seen the expression
in her eyes before. I wore it before I faced
Frieza. I knew I was going to
die, but I still would not back down. It is the
look of a cornered animal that
would prefer death over captivity.
"I will never kill my child
for you. If you want it dead then you have to kill
it yourself. You had better be
sure that you kill me along with it, because if
you don't I will be waiting
for my moment when I can destroy you." Her voice is
a low hiss filled with
determination.
Her words were truthful, I can
smell it. I had lost. She would rather die than
rid herself of the brat. Why
did she want it? It was the spawn of a monster, and
yet she fought for it like it
was some golden child. I stare down into her
sapphire eyes and I know that
I will have to kill her eventually. Wont I? Pissed
at her and myself, I throw her
onto her bed, before storming out of the room and
back into my GR.
I stand in the center of the
room, my fists clenched at my sides. How can she do
this to me? How dare that
bitch defy me? To even think about letting some freak
be born into this world.
It's an heir
An heir to what? There is no
more Saiyan race. Only that third class and his
disgusting spawn.
Look how strong that spawn has
become.
So what, it was a freak
accident. No half breed should ever be that strong.
But he is.
That's not the point.
What is the point?
I don't want a child. I don't
need a child. It is just another weakness. You
might as well hang a neon sign
at the door that says come kill the weak Saiyan
Prince. My enemies could use
it against me.
Cut the bullshit. No one even
knows you survived Namek. You have no enemies
here. What is the real reason.
I refuse to answer that.
Coward.
Fine! I don't deserve a child.
I don't deserve a mate. I don't deserve
happiness. All I am is a
murdering bastard who has killed billions. To weak to
free myself from my servitude
to an monstrous overlord. What child would want to
call me father. I am a
disgrace to my race.
I fall to my knees as the
shadows began to lengthen, bowing my head in
penitence.
I don't know how long I kneel
there, but I eventually pull myself up off the
cold cement. I glance at the
clock and see that it is nearly midnight. I trudge
up to my room, my soul weary.
I enter my room and stare at the empty bed. I turn
around and make my way to her.
I creep into her room silently, being sure not to
wake her.
She is lying in the center of
her bed, curled up in the fetal position, her arms
wrapped protectively around
her waist. I know that she has been restless because
the bed is rumpled and her
face is flushed. I reach down to caress her cheek
with my finger, but instead of
arching to my touch like she used to she cringes
away. I sigh deeply before
moving away allowing the darkness to swallow me.
The next day ? Pov
She is going to be working
late tonight, I heard her tell one of the other
woman. This will be my
opportunity to discipline her. She has been such a bad
girl, I can't wait to wring an
apology from her lips.
I wait patiently for the
building to empty out for the night. Soon an eerie
silence descends over the
office and I begin to make my way to her. The empty
corridors echo with my
footsteps and I can feel the anticipation heat my blood.
Finally, we are going to be
together.
I pause at the door and look
in to see her at her desk. The lamp light makes her
look pale and drawn. She has
looked rather haggard today, but when she sees me I
am sure she will feel better.
She hasn't noticed me yet, and I move stealthily
closer to her.
He head jerks up just as I
reach her desk, her eyes wide. For a minute
disappointment gleams in her
eyes, but she quickly hides it away. Did she think
I was him? That bitch, I will
show her.
Her brow furls in confusion as
she stares at me. "Aren't you that guy from down
in accounting?" She asks.
"What are you doing up here?"
Rage blooms in my chest and
without warning I leap on her. For a minute she is
too startled to react and I
grab her around the neck pushing her to the floor.
As we begin to fall she starts
to struggle, but my hand around her throat
prevents her from screaming.
I land on top of her and I use
my weight to pin her to the ground. I straddle
her bucking hips and I feel my
groin begin to harden at her movements.
Her small hands are wrapped
around my wrist and she tries desperately to claw at
me. I lean down to kiss her
soft lips but she reaches up and with her sharp
nails and scratches me down my
cheek. I howl with outrage and I punch her in the
face. I feel satisfaction as I
see blood begin to run from her nose and over her
swollen lips. I hit her again
and again until she stops struggling.
She moans softly as I reach
down to tear open her blouse, freeing her perfect
breasts. I hear her whisper a
name, but it is not mine. I grab her by the hair
pulling her up so I can hiss
in her face.
"Learn your place bitch." Her
blue eyes are wide with fear as she shakes her
head in denial.
"Her place is by my side." I
hear a rough voice from behind me. I turn to face
the new threat, but all I see
is a flame haired demon. I open my mouth to
scream, but I am enveloped in
a burning light.
His Pov
I am training when I feel her
ki start to fluctuate. I don't know what is
happening to her, but I know
she is in trouble. Without hesitation I fly to her
building and race to her
office. I arrive to see another male daring to put his
hands on my woman. She is
bloody and naked to the waist. I know that he will
kill her if left unchecked.
Here is your chance to be rid
of the woman. Turn around and walk away.
As the words echo in my head I
hear the Onna utter my name in a shuddering
whisper, calling me to save
her. The man leans down to hiss at her. "Learn you
place bitch." Anger swells
inside of me and I react without thinking. "Her place
is by my side." I say before
blasting him to the next dimension.
I walk over to look down at
the onna. She is beaten but not broken. She stares
up at me, relief shinning in
her eyes, before coldness settles in them.
"Why did you save me? You
could have been rid of us both if you had just walked
away." She asks impassively,
though it must have hurt to speak with her lip
split like that. I don't
answer her, instead I pick her up and cradle her
against my chest.
I fly back home and place her
in her bed gently. I leave the room and retrieve
my suave some hot water and a
rag. When I return I see that she has thrown her
clothes in a crumbled heap in
the corner of the room and changed into a clean
nightgown. I sit on the bed
next to her and begin to bath her wounds. She winces
but does not cry and I feel
pride at her actions.
As I apply the salve to her
face I begin to ask myself why I saved her. But the
question is redundant. I know
why. I can not see her hurt, I will not see her
hurt. She is the one being in
the universe that I care for. She has become a
guiding light in my dark soul
and without her I would become lost. What rubbish,
but I know it to be true.
I thought before that you
could not reclaim honor once it was lost, but now I
wonder if maybe I can reclaim
it a piece at a time. By caring for this woman,
and protecting our brat, maybe
I can become the man that I want to be. I thread
my hand in her hair and she
watches me carefully as if reading my mind through
my eyes.
"You will keep the brat." I
state. She merely nods that she will.
"I would stay and train it." I
say, but this time she does not nod, but just
stares at me with an
unfathomable look.
"If you would have me." I feel the lump of flesh that is called my
heart clench. If she
turns me away, I will go without question. I will obey the will of this
weak woman, because I can not
compete with her power.
"Yes, I would have you." She
says softly and I feel a burst of emotion inside of
me. Is this what happiness is?
I drop my forehead down on
hers and stare deeply into her eyes.
"You are mine, Bulma." My
words are a demand clothed in a silken caress.
"Yes, and you are mine,
Vegeta." Her words are just as binding.
I lie next to her and pull her
against to me, close to my heart. My mate, my
brat, my home. For the first
time in twenty years I sleep without dreaming.
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