"Bastard!" Bulma cried at Eric. Eric's reaction was a simple smile.
"Baby, baby, why don't you calm down? You're only making this harder for yourself."
Bulma thought she would choke. "Harder...for MYSELF?! Oh, yea, right, like I really wanted to be KIDNAPPED by some dick-sucker from my past that I would like to forget about. Uh huh, suuuure."
Eric didn't answer, but Bulma saw his jaw tense up. He stared forwards and kept driving. Within ten minutes, Bulma saw their destination.
"No," she whispered.
"Yes," Eric smiled. He parked the car and got out, dragging a struggling Bulma out with him.
"Let go of me, you bastard!" Bulma shrieked. Eric's hand clamped down over her mouth.
"If you yell one more time, I swear to God, I'll make this worse than what you already suspect." Bulma shut up after that, her eyes growing wider and wider and her skin growing paler and paler. She quietly let Eric lead her through a patch of woods, trying her very best not to cry.
Eric finally came to a stop five minutes later. Bulma looked around them and realized that they were in the middle of the forest. 'Great, just great.' Looking to her left, she swallowed a scream.
A blanket had been laid out there. On the blanket were pillows and two candles. 'No...he can not mean to do this! He can't!!' Bulma screamed in her head. She hadn't realized she was slowly backing away until she felt Eric's large hand close around her slim upper arm.
"No! Please!!" Bulma cried frantically. She was dreaming. She had to be dreaming. He couldn't meant to rape her right then and there. Vegita would kill him.
Vegita....
Eric knew she wasn't a virgin anymore. He would do whatever he wanted to her now. There would be no hesitation or second thoughts with him. There never was.
Eric pulled Bulma back to him. "Sorry, my lovely one. You decided to give yourself to that monkey and now it's my turn." Before she could reply, he pulled her into his arms and ground his mouth down on hers.
The kiss was rough, nothing like Vegita's kisses. It wasn't long before Bulma could feel and taste blood trickling in her mouth. She put her hands to Eric's chest, trying to push him away as he violently rammed his tongue into her over and over again. Bulma was getting light-headed when he finally pulled back. He looked at her for a minute before picking her up slammed her down onto the blanket.
Bulma lay there for a minute or two, trying to catch her breath. She was terrified. Not only did he mean to beat her, but he meant to rape her as well.
She should've moved, she realized. She should've rolled over and tried to run, but it was too late for that. Bulma felt Eric lie down on top of her before she pushed her hands to his chest, desperately trying to escape. He hands were quickly captured and raised above her head, held in one of his large hands. With the other hand, he quickly and effortlessly tore away her shirt and bra in one swift motion. The same thing happened with her jean shorts and panties. Before she knew what was happening, Bulma lay naked under him.
She couldn't hold her cool and more. Struggling like a wildcat, Bulma enhaled and let an ear-piercing shrill. She couldn't let this happen to her. Not without a fight at least.
Her frantic scream broke off as she felt Eric's hand striking her face. Her head fell back to the ground as she went limp, trying not to black out. Still teetering between consciousness and unconsciousness, she heard Eric's sarcastic whisper against her ear.
"I warned you..." Before she could react, he shoved three fingers into her, well aware that she wasn't big enough to take all three. Another scream escaped Bulma, this one a scream of pain. The scream soon died down to frantic sobs as Eric twisted her hand around.
"You'll learn..." Eric's whisper was in the air again when he withdrew, this time shoving four fingers into her. Before Bulma could scream, Eric covered her mouth with his again.
Bulma was sure she was going to black out. At this point, she wanted to. The pain was so exruciating. As Eric twisted his fingers again, she felt an even more blinding pain when she felt herself rip.
Bulma went dead still. She no longer cried or struggled. Curious and confused, Eric stopped kissing her and looked down at her, his fingers still remaining in her.
She was as pale as death. Her bright blue eyes were dazed with pain and stared at the sky. A small trickle of blood was making it's way down her chin. Slowly, Eric pulled his fingers out. That's when he saw it.
His hand was covered in blood, as was the blanket around her. She was ripped on the outside. Somewhat shocked, Eric backed up. Since he hadn't undressed yet, he was free of that task. As Eric reached for her, Bulma jumped up. Before he could react, she shoved herself into him, causing him to fall over. While Eric still lay on the ground in a shocked stage, Bulma grabbed her torn clothing and painfully put it back on. Luckily, she shirt was only torn half way down.
Bulma's heart was beating the whole time. When she turned back to Eric, he was standing up. With a scream, Bulma turned back around and started to run, tears of pain falling down her cheeks. With every step she took, it felt like she was running barefoot on a rack of spikes. When she glanced down once, she could already see blood trickling down her legs.
Not knowing where she was going, Bulma kept on running. She glanced back once to see how close Eric was to her. He was nowhere in sight.
Suddenly, Bulma felt herself smack into someone. She backed up before she felt arms engulf her. Screaming and crying, Bulma desperately tried to free herself. Then she felt herself yanked so that her head fell back and she stared into a pair of black orbs.
"Bulma!"
