TITLE:
Slave Scream
AUTHOR:
Kichi
PAIRING
(if applicable): B/V of course and read the notes and summary to fig
out who
else cause I can't really call it a "pairing" if it's rape, can I?
RATING:
NC-17
WARNINGS:
sex, swearing, rape, violence, blood, pretty much all things "indecent".
NOTES:
Very AU. Set a week after Bulma and Vegeta hook up, so before
Cell (who
I am ignoring as if he doesn't exist) I don't really know how strong
Cooler is, I
pretend the two movies Cooler's Revenge and Return of Cooler do not
exist. Except
that part when Goku turns SSJ when he sees a fucking dead bird (while Gohan
is buried under rocks) What a douche!
ARCHIVE:
www.geocities.com/kichisama666/fanfiction.html
SUMMARY:
Cooler wants Vegeta as his sex slave and heads to Chikyuu to get him.
Lots of angst, and I know how everyone loves that. Well, I cried
when I wrote
this! I hope it makes everyone at least a little teary eyed!
1 – He
thinks he knows what he wants
"Fuck!" Vegeta suddenly shrieked, drawing all eyes to
him. Piccolo jumped
away with a grimace, his hands flying up to cover his ears.
Vegeta's aura
engulfed him and expanded violently. Bulma felt hot wind hit her
and the palm
trees on Roshi's island bent in the violent gust of misplaced air.
Then he was gone, the only indication of his presence was a
fading ki trail and
their ringing ears.
Bulma snarled and stalked over to the tall Namekian who was still
rubbing his
ears.
"Thanks Piccolo, I finally get him here and you chased him
off. I couldn't have
done better myself." She hissed. He eyed her for a moment as if
deciding whether
to be angry or not, and then shrugged.
"I did not anticipate that reaction." Piccolo stated flatly.
"Well anticipate my foot up your ass next time!" Bulma
seethed. Piccolo had
the audacity to grin at the comment.
"What happened?" she heard Goku say and turned to see him walking
over,
his normally cheerful visage tight with concern. "What did you
say?"
"That's what I wanted to know!" Bulma snapped. Goku laid
his hand on her
shoulder to calm her and she said no more, but couldn't help but glare
at the Namekian.
"That is Vegeta's business." Piccolo replied curtly.
Bulma ground her teeth in frustration. No one knew of the
recent development
in hers and Vegeta's relationship. Had any of them even heard her
mention
the Saiyan Prince, herself, and the word relationship in the same sentence,
they would have been stunned to say the least. Everyone on
Roshi's island
at the moment had seen their nasty verbal battles at least once.So
instead of blurting: 'Vegeta's business is MY business!' like she
wanted to
and dropping that little bombshell on her friends, she hissed a few
choice expletives
at Piccolo, said her goodbyes, and departed.
Vegeta finally came home a week later looking like he had rolled
all the way
down a steep hill. He did not speak to her, or even look at
her. He went to his
room which had been vacant for almost three months now- since their
first night
together. She heard his shower running as she reached his
door. His clothes
were in tatters and stained with blood and dirt. She wondered
where he had
gone and what he'd been doing the whole time. She had
worried. Probably more
than necessary. But she'd never seen him just freak out and take
off like that.
She sat on his bed and waited for his shower to end. She had to
talk to him.
Forty minutes passed before he finally emerged and he didn't look
pleased
to see her there.
"What?" he snapped.
"What? What do you mean, what? I've been worried about you and
you come
back looking like you've been thrown off a cliff!" she cried. He
frowned at her
distress and wondered why she always worried about him. Not that
he minded.
But he could take care of himself. "What did he say to you?" she
asked quietly,
cutting right to the chase.
He stared at her blankly and then sighed and sat down next to
her. For a long
time he remained silent and she was alarmed to see misery suddenly
alter his
expression.
"I knew it was to good to be true." He said softly. Bulma
scooted closer, wrapping
her arm around his waist.
"What?" she said, equally soft. The sadness in his face was
heart-rending.
Kami, he'd never looked so lost. She raised both arms and gave
him a soft
hug. He sighed deeply and returned the embrace.
"Cooler is coming for me. Dende can feel him drawing
near. He swore to me
that if Frieza ever 'lost' me, he would definitely come and find me- to
have me for
his own." The last part he muttered so softly she almost didn't hear
him. She felt
the blood drain from her face. He tightened his grip on her and
she could feel him
faintly trembling. "I will, of course, kill myself before he gets
here."
"What?!" Bulma cried, jerking out of his grasp and gripping his
shoulders. "No!
You can't be serious! You can't do that!" He raised his
eyes to meet hers, he
actually looked… scared.
"I cannot go with him, Bulma. I-" he broke off, looking at
anything but her with
a violent shiver. "I cannot do it! I would rather die."
"We'll fight him! Kami's sake Vegeta-"
"You would fight," he murmured, a smile briefly touching his
lips. "I know that.
But I cannot let you do that. This is for the best. He
could easily be persuaded
to leave without harming anyone if I am already dead." Bulma
shook her
head in denial at each word that passed his lips. Tears began to
flow unchecked
down her porcelain skin, but she did not heed them. How could he just
give up?
He turned to face her again, his eyes meeting hers. "I just
wanted to see you
one last time." He said, lifting a hand to brush her tears away.
Her eyes closed
and her head dipped down. Her hands rose to cover her face as a quivering
sob tore from her throat. He grimaced and pulled her back into
his arms,
rocking back and forth with her as she wept for him. He hated
Cooler for this
if nothing else.
"Vegeta, no! Please!" she moaned softly in his ear.
"Please, I'm not the only
one who would fight for you! You can't let him do this! And Goku would-"
"Kakarotto." Vegeta cut in. "Kakarotto is the last person I
want help from."
"Vegeta!" Bulma gasped, pulling away. Her tortured,
tear-stained face was
unbearable to see. He tried to avert his gaze but she refused to
be denied. "Look
at me, damn you!" she hissed. The hopelessness in his gaze almost
squelched
her anger. But not quite. "Perhaps you are thinking that
Goku or myself
might give you the choice to refuse our help!" he opened his
mouth to speak
but she silenced him with an angry toss of her hair. "Vegeta, you
are not
going
to just give up like this! You have to fight! You are the Last Saiyan
Prince, remember?"
"Just stop." He said, his voice uneven. "You don't
understand. Everything bad
in my life is because of Frieza. Cooler is ten times Frieza's
superior. He will kill
everyone and I will be his slave. And there is nothing he will
not do to me. Do
you understand me? He will kill you slowly in front of my eyes if
he has any idea
that I care for you." His dark eyes held her in his bleak
regard. He lightly rubbed
her arms.
Of course she didn't know what Cooler was capable of. He
didn't want her to.
He would spend one more night with her and then destroy himself before
she woke.
Cooler wouldn't reach Chikyuu for maybe another week. By then
Bulma would
carry no trace of his scent and Cooler would have no reason to hurt her.He
wanted to smile; he had hated her a few months ago. He'd always wanted
to rip her clothes off and fuck her brains out, but about a month
before he
gave
in and claimed her, he had hated her at the same time.
Hated her desperately for making him feel.
And now, his chest actually hurt as she continued to weep, like
his heart was
aching.
"Bulma, I am sorry." He said at last when she didn't respond.
"Vegeta, I don't understand! Why do you have to die?" he sighed,
lying back
and taking Bulma with him.
"If I do not before he gets here, you will die with me."
"But why?! Why does he want you?" Vegeta's skin suddenly
drained of all color
and his eyes averted, no longer able to meet hers. She clung to
his as he tried
to pull away. His eyes were clenched shut and he looked like he
wanted to be
anywhere but in front of her right then. "Why does he want you?
Does he-"
"No! Just stop!" he cried, wrenching away and sitting up, his
hands flying up
to cover his face. She dove at him and caught him around the
waist and they fell
to the floor in a heap. She lay on top of him and tried to pry
his hands away from
his face. He squirmed ungracefully away from her but she tackled
him again.
"Stop!" he cried, she couldn't tell whether he was about to laugh or
cry.
"Vegeta please, look at me!" she said softly. He shook his
head violently, his
hands still over his eyes, his mouth set in a hard line. She
again crawled forward
and wrapped her arms around her slender waist, again he quivered beneath
her hands. "I can't let you do this! You can't kill
yourself! If you do, I will too!"
she cried, tugging his wrists.
She fell back as he dropped his hands and gaped at her, his eyes shimmering
with repressed tears.
"No!" he cried in horror. "No!" he grabbed her and
ensnared her in a tangled
embrace. Bulma felt his tears hit her skin and she began to cry
harder, clutching
him feverishly. "Bulma you can't!" he gasped and she heard the
tears in
his voice. She sobbed aloud, unable to stop herself.
"But I can't live without you! I love you." She whispered in his
ear. He moaned
in distress and began to kiss her desperately. She sank her
fingers into his
hair and guided his mouth to hers. Their tongues battle briefly
for dominance before
they were forced to break away gasping.
"You can't do this-"
"I won't let you do it either! And if you do I'll follow you-"
"No!" Vegeta cried, gripping her arms and shaking her, his
expression twisted
miserably. His red eyes implored her, but she shook her head.
"Yes! You cannot kill yourself! We will find a way out of
this!" Vegeta shook
his head.
"No! You don't understand! He's wanted me since the first time he
saw me on
Frieza's ship when I was thirteen! He said he would have me one day-"
he choked
and covered his eyes, shivering violently. "He'll never give up
until he has
me. He meant what he said. He'll kill anyone who harbors
me. I have to die it's
the only way to protect you!" he rubbed his eyes and stared out the
window. "You
will NOT kill yourself." He commanded, pulling her back into his arms.
"You can't stop me if your dead." She said softly, her gaze bleak
and haunted.
"Bulma, you won't do it. You won't do it because you don't
want to any more
than I do. A few months ago you hated me. You can live
without me." Bulma
drew back, her eyes wide and welling with tears. She couldn't
have been more
hurt if he'd just slapped her.
"You bastard! I never hated you! You just pissed me off every
time you spoke
to me!" she cried, tears leaking down her face. Vegeta's eyes
were wide with
surprise and then his cheeks stained pink.
"Oh."
"You just can't accept the idea that I love you- that anyone
could possibly love
you."
"I don't want you to!" he cried "It is only going to hurt
you! I knew that I shouldn't
let it happen. I knew it. Because any time I ever
started to give a shit about
someone Frieza would kill them outright or they would just
disappear. The first
time we were together I didn't sleep at all. I kept trying to
convince myself I was
just being paranoid, but I was right. I told you I was not meant
to be content in
my life. I told you-"
"I know what you said Vegeta. I didn't think this would
happen. I don't know
why he wants you-"
"Bulma!" he pleaded. "Why do I have to tell you?"
"Vegeta, why can't you? Don't you trust me at least?"
"It's not that-"
"Then why won't you tell me?"
"Because! I don't even want to fucking think about it let alone
say it out loud!"
he hissed, his face distorted by loathing.
"Alright." Bulma said quietly, leaning forward and placing a kiss
on his cheek.
"This is what we'll do. If you and Goku and everyone else fight
Cooler-" he
began to shake his head rapidly. "Listen to me, Vegeta, your not
giving up!
This
is so unlike you-"
"Because I have something to lose now!" he sighed. "And if
there is any resistance
at all, he'll know it and destroy everything. Just give up.
I have. I'm sorry,
I should have known. I tried to keep you away but I was selfish
and I was convinced
that he wouldn't do anything because that was what I wanted."
they sat quietly
for what seemed like an hour.
"But can I at least wish you back when he leaves?" Bulma said at
last, her voice
tired.
"Only if you figure out how he can always find me in the first
place."
TBC…
Ok,
that's all for now, next chapter will be out as soon as possible!
And you'll also learn just how and when Cooler
'found'
Vegeta the first time!
Chapter 2
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