By: Kichi
Why is life so unfair? First I am taken from my home and forced
to obey an androgynous alien. Next my planet is destroyed then my
life and nearly my pride. Then finally Frieza killed me and THEN,
then I ended up here alive and whole and totally at a loss with what to
do with myself. That was almost a year ago. I've done nothing
but train this whole time and what do I have to show for it?
Nothing.
Hell yes. I am the man.
Eh. What can I say? My life has been nothing but fucking hell
since Frieza defeated me. As soon as I pulled myself from my grave
and saw Kakarotto I wished to crawl back in the dirt and suffocate.
I was happy in a way, after all, Frieza was at maximum power and a SUPER
SAIYAN was taking him on. But, that super Saiyan was NOT me.
No of course not. The "Foreseen One" is nothing more than second
best. Why should it be any different? All my life has been
this way. Never good enough or strong enough, that's me!
But the worst thing was having to accept the hospitality of that loud
bitch with the blue hair. And yes, I do know her name.
I'd have to be retarded to forget it after all the times she's screamed
it in my face when I call her 'woman'. But the fact is that I don't
want to say it. If I call her woman that will keep her angry and
at just the right distance from me.
The fact is, I would love to fuck her brains out. I can't lie
to myself about that. I want to rip her clothes off and screw her
until she passes out. I want to hear her scream my name until her
throat is raw and bleeding. Mmm. I've actually had this idea
since the first time I saw her on Namek cowering behind that bald piece
of shit, Krillin.
And then she invited me to stay with her, which was a good thing because
I had no clue as to where to go. I was about to say the hell with
it and just start killing everyone, but I realized that if I did that I'd
have no way off the planet and if I killed everyone then it would be really
boring. And I hate being bored.
And as soon as I got to her house there before me was a space ship.
I stole it and took off as soon as I could. But once I was out of
the atmosphere, I'd realized something.
I had no idea where to go.
So I figured I could try to find Kakarotto and if I actually did, I'd
demand that he tell me how he became Super Saiyan. If not, I'd head
back to earth and ask if he was back yet. Which is exactly what I
did. And the silly onna bought it.
I did kind of look for Kakarotto, but not really. I knew that
if he were as brain-damaged as I knew him to be, then he would return to
Chikyuu. But for the most part I went to Frieza's old bases and killed
everyone I saw. It was the last time I'd commit so much senseless
violence.
But back to my onna. I came back and she said that I smelled!
And then she made me wear the most hideous clothes I'd ever seen.
And then she and her fool ningen had the nerve to laugh at me! I
just stood there for a moment and pictured myself ripping them limb from
limb.
And that's another reason I want to bump her. Because she needs
to be taught a lesson in humility. I could do that easily.
I think I'm just making up excuses for wanting to bang her.
But she is a human no matter how hot she is. And that is why
I keep my mouth closed. I never say all the nasty perverted things
that people have said to me over the years. Even though I would love
to say these things to her just to see her reaction.
And oh yeah, I have had both males and females hit on me. And
I got in many fights because of other guys hitting on me on Frieza's ship.
Fucking faggots. What an insult. I mean, come on! Do
I really look GAY?
And that is why I keep my mouth shut around Bulma. I've been
totally embarrassed and disgusted but some people's come-on lines and I
don't really want her to hate me, even if it would be better for her if
she did.
This is truly hell. I am getting paid back for all the bad things
I've done right now. I mean, there's this beautiful girl but she
hates my guts. And she hates my guts because I am a total prick to
her. And I am a total prick to her because if she knows how I really
feel something bad will happen. Either she will be disgusted and
throw me out, or not care at all and try to manipulate me to her own ends
or she will become my own personal psycho stalker.
But whatever happens it can only be bad. She'll die, disappear,
or cheat on me, or something. Everyone goes away, why would this
be different?
I don't even know why I am thinking about this. I know she hates
me. I've made her cry on several occasions already even though she
tried to hide it.
So here I sit. Alone in my room staring at the spot that used
to be my home and wishing I was there right now. I have way too much
time to think and I don't really like what I've been thinking.
I'm more concerned with getting laid than anything. Before I
was always too busy and when I did have time between purging planets there
was always a few girls I'd had to choose from. "Fuck Buddies" I think
Bulma called them. So I never really had to think on it much.
I've never really even pursued anyone. Everyone comes to me.
And this is not vanity speaking, it is the truth.
So... Thinking has not helped me at all. I have not figured anything
out. I'm not thinking about Super Saiyan now.. I know I will
become one eventually. I'm thinking about her and goddamnit I hear
her outside my door.
What is she doing? I hear her creeping about out there.
I get out of bed as quietly as I can and sneak to the door and throw it
open. She jumps in surprise and before she can say anything I am
all ready yelling.
"What the hell are you doing out here, woman?" I don't know why
I am so hell-bent on pushing her away when all I want is to be with her.
I am retarded sometimes.
"I was wondering if you were here." She says, her voice not even rising.
I am caught completely off-guard.
"Huh??" Yah, way to impress her with your wit, jackass!
"How are you?" I have no clue what she is referring to and then
I remember that I blew up the gravity room again yesterday. I did
get knocked out for about a minute, but for weak ningen's that's a big
deal, I guess.
"I'm fine." I say cold as ice, as usual. I don't know how I do
it sometimes. I can see she isn't wearing a "bra" under her shirt
that is practically begging to be ripped off. I look her in the eyes
for barely a second before turning away.
"Are you sure?" she asks her hand coming up to my chest. Now
I am going to go crazy. I try to back away but her nails dig into
my flesh in an attempt to hold me in place. I have to get away from
her before I make a fool of myself.
"Let me go." I say, my voice unsteady.
"No." oh god.
"You are going to wish you had in about two seconds." I warn my hands
all ready reaching up to rip off her clothes.
"Oh really?" she said, her voice laced with venom and I shuddered.
The bitch. Does she know what she's doing to me and is deliberately
throwing it in my face? I hope not because I will kill her for that.
Right after I rape her.
But it would be just my luck, a perfect example for what I'm talking
about. People always fuck with my head like that and always did.
They act like the just might give a shit about me right before they stick
the knife in my back and twist it.
"Yes. Now release me." She let's go only to move her hand
across my chest and with a speed that startles me she grabs my nipple and
twists it.
"Ow!" I yell unable to stop myself.
Her other hand slides down the back of my shorts and she grabs my ass.
Holy shit.
"Your in trouble now, woman..."
Oh! Out of time. That would have been a good lemon too. I think Bulma is a dominatrix type. Well, I guess I'll have to make another chapter out of this. But not tonight..