She sighed and cursed loudly to herself, heading back to the crevasse she had been hiding in with the dragon ball under her arm. Damn those morons, to think the tyrant that was supposed to be able to destroy the entire universe would hire such idiots! She stalked back into the area she had been hiding in, cursing the damn dragonball and those damn goons. She snorted to think that they would actually succeed against Chikyuu's most intelligent and beautiful woman. She paused as if she had heard something and turned to look towards the sky for Krillen or Gohan. She expected them to show up the moment she didn't need them. Only neither of them were there, she sighed and turned back towards her 'area' she had set up.

She was here, left alone with a dragon ball like a sitting duck. Left for any power hungry monster to come up and attempt to take their dragon ball until Krillen and Gohan got back from their little 'joy ride' to Kami knows where. Or, as much as she didn't want to think about it, Vejiita decided to show up, blast her away, and take the dragon ball. She shuddered, the thought was terrifying. She was too young and beautiful to die on this planet! She shook her head, holding the dragonball tightly as if it was her salvation. Like it would save her from Vejiita or Freezer for that matter.

As if he read her thoughts the Saiyajin in questioned seemed to just dropped down from the sky, landing gracefully in front of her. She stared in horror, gasping out in defiance. This couldn't be! This had to be another dream! He glared at her taking a dangerous step towards her, his eyes gleaming with rage and malevolence promising large amounts of pain and suffering for his displeasure. He dropped attention for only a moment to the dragon ball under her arm before a smirk started to slip across his lips then it slip away just as quickly. There was no way she could hide it from him now, and there was no escape from him either. He made it obvious by taking another step towards her, causing her to back up this time. "Give me my Dragon ball," he hissed soft, his dark hair standing up as if he were an enraged feline ready to pounce a suspecting rodent.

This was a nightmare come true! Kami's cursed her to fall at the hands of this monster! "P-please!" she begged, fearing for her life more so than the loose of the ball under her arm. But, was begging all that she could think of? Did he strike so much fear into her that only one 'please' could escape her? He growled at her in response, it seemed so. He started to side step around her, as if contemplating a way to knock the ball from her grasp thinking she was about to fight for it. She only followed as he turned to the side not thinking that this was some dance to her dead.

He suddenly bared his teeth in anger and clenched his fist at her, threatening to strike her already. "Give it to me!" he demanded again, starting forward now. She just backed into the crevasse wall, her back finding the hard unforgiving stone. She gasped again, seeming shocked that she had backed into the wall, all her attention had been focus on the mad man in front of her! She hadn't paid any mind where he was leading her!

She had no choice now, her back was against the wall. If there had been any chance of escape before it was gone now. She loosened her grip on the dragon ball she held and it slipped from her under her arm, rolling between them. He snarled at her as if she insulted him, reaching down slowly to retrieve the ball she had dropped. Only he paused and glanced at the dragon ball again, then back to her. The dragon ball he held so closely under his arm dropped to the ground and rolled to join the other. He would kill her now, he decided as he grabbed her by the collar of her vest (is that what that is?) and hauled her up further against the wall. "Now, you die, bitch," he spat in his fury, one hand raising ki already gathering around it.

She screamed in fear of her own death, the loud shriek making him cringe as if his eardrums were ready to burst. Tears started to form in the corners of her eyes as she started to envision her glorious past. Would it truly end like this? She couldn't let it, she had to beg for his mercy, "N-no! Please! Vejiita don't kill me!" She turned her face away from his on coming fist, whimpering in fear as the heat touched her cheeks. "PLEASE!" she begged with a light shriek of fear.

"Shut up!" He growled dangerously, her screaming only proved to irritate him more. She closed her eyes and waited for the impact of his fist. It seemed like hours had gone by when it still didn't come. Nervously, she cracked an eye open to look at him, he stood there before her as if he were frozen in contemplation his fists still in place. One raised ready to strike, the other still in-between her breasts. Everything seemed calm until a cruel smirk started to crease his lips, "No, I suppose I won't just, yet." Both her eyes opened wide, as she felt the hand in-between her breasts clinch at the fabric of her vest tighter. "Ah, yes, I will have some fun with you." He grinned salaciously at her before he roughly jerked his arm back, taking the fabric of her vest and undershirt with his fist.

She cried out in surprise and defiance, he held ripped pieces of her vest and undershirt in one hand. That cruel smirk was still present as his other hand moved to her throat and held her to the wall. He smirked at her, "What a delicate creature you are." He returned his attention to her, that smirk dropping into a frown as he took note of the white lace that held her breasts together. "A little over dressed, too, it seems," he grumbled softly to himself as he took hold of the under wire and jerked it apart. He dropped his attention to her skirt, tossing away the rest of her shredded outfit.

She let out a short shriek, shock playing on her features as she struggled to get away, gripping his wrist tightly. "What are you doing?" she demanded as she tried to pull his hand away.

He growled at her in return, his grip around her throat tightening as he forced his hand in-between her thighs, grinding his hand against her pelvis. "Look at the obvious, Onna. This is what you get for trying to take what's mine." She let out a short strangled cry as he ripped her skirt away. He growled, noting the leggings, and yanked her away from the wall of the crevasse. She wore too much, he mused as he threw her to the ground with a soft irritated grunt.

She stared up at him in fear, wrapping her arms around herself in an attempt to cover herself. He glowered down at her for a moment before he glared down to the remains of his breast plate. He grunted softly again as he pulled it off then tossed it aside. He directed his attention back to her as he removed the shirt of his battle suit. She scooted backwards, her eyes wide with fear. The only real thing that kept her from being totally vulnerable was her leggings, but there was no doubt in her mind that those were the next thing to go. Out of fear she continued backwards until she hit the wall again. Still watching as he continued to oh so casually undress himself, tossing his gloves to join his shirt on the ground. He paused before advancing towards her again, taking the moment to step out of his boots, he planned to enjoy this to it's fullest.

She gasped out aloud in fear as he started towards her again, his bare hands on his hips readying to push down his pants. He stopped just before her, grinning down at her. "This shall teach you and that brat not to come into something you can't handle."

She cringed, watching as those blue pants slide off of his form. This was actually happening, a blush touched her cheeks as she took in his nude form. He took notice of it and smirked as he moved down into a crouch, completely bare and exposing himself to her, "you should have stayed on Chikyuu and waited for me to come for you then." He chuckled, catching a hold of her ankle, "just as well I don't have to wait." His other hand reached forward, snagging the crotch of her leggings. This was it.

She screamed as he ripped the crotch out of her last bit of clothing, panties and all. He started to cackle as he pulled her to him, pressing her small form against his own. She tried to struggle away from him even though it was futile. Growling in irritation now, he forced her back, pressing himself against her as he attempted to wrestle her to the ground. Not much of an attempt with her being so weak.

His patience started to wear thin as his hardness started to throb with anticipation. All the struggling had the affect she didn't want it to, and now he was finished playing. He forced her backwards onto her back and what he thought to be a light slap was delivered to her cheek. "Stop struggling, bitch!" he growled as he snatched up both of her wrists and forced them above her head. He had to be gentle, the way her head had jerked to the side when he barely slapped her could have broken her neck. Who knew these humans were so fragile?

He forced her legs apart, moving down to press himself against her. She continued to scream and cry, demanding help from no one that was there. He gave her a cruel smile, feeling the heat rise with the sight of her fear. He grinned, allowing a soft groan as he jammed his hardness into her dry entrance. It was so tight, he clenched his eyes closed as he took in a breath, it was so hard to resist not letting loose now.

She screamed in pain, her back arching involuntarily, she was dry and being stretched around his thickness. She could feel the blood flowing from the broken and stretched skin making her wail harder, no woman deserved this (that's right! No woman deserves this and if I find out any one of you feel-bitten males are out there doing this sort of thing to women I'll hunt you down and give ya a sex-change the ol' fashion way!)

He freed one hand, holding hers with the other. His free hand moved down to her chest, capturing one breast and squeezing it painfully as he started to move within her. She cried out, struggling against him as he mercilessly thrusted in and out of her. He allowed soft groans even though they were lost by her screams, enjoying the feel of her not caring if he lost any control. His blue aura surrounded, his thrusting into her becoming painfully harder and more vicious.

He torn through her, making her cry out louder his own beginning to match hers as his pleasure heightened. Oh Kami help me! The pain was starting to be too much for her to handle, she couldn't take much more of it. Her vision blurred as she fell back, her cries and struggles ceasing as she blacked out. He paid it no mind, still ravaging his own pleasure from her. He howled as his pleasure reached it's peek and he emptied himself into her limp form.

He halted, panting as the sweat dripped off of him onto her motionless form. He pulled himself from her and to note the blood. Ah, well, one had to break a few things to get what he wants. He cackled at that though, moving to pick up his armor and clothing, perhaps this would teach those feeble minded fools something. He glanced back at the little creature, she had managed to curl into a fetal position. Good, that means she's still alive. He smirked, he would have to return to play with her again. "Yes," he cackled, "I will have to." He fetched the two dragon balls and blasted off, heading for the area where the others were hidden. Immortality would be his.

Chapter Two
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