WARNING: This story contains graphic depictions of rape/non-consensual sex.

Yeah, bringing you another disturbing creation

From the mind of one sick animal who can't tell the difference

And gets stupefied!

"The power of Kakarot's son is impossibly high for a Saiyan child" Vegeta mused as he read the numbers on his scouter, sitting in his space pod as himself and Nappa were on their way to Earth.

"Maybe the reading was wrong?" suggested Nappa in the space pod beside him.

"No, it couldn't have been wrong." replied Vegeta, "Not with the damage Raditz sustained from that one attack. It seems that mixing Saiyan and Earthling blood begets a powerful hybrid."

"A Super Saiyan…?" Nappa considered. "Maybe we could spawn a flock of them ourselves…and build a new Saiyan empire!"

"Don't be foolish," Vegeta chastised, "Do you really want a bunch of ungrateful brats running around with greater powers than our own?"

There was a silence for a moment on the other side of Vegeta's scouter, and then Nappa responded. "Eh, I guess you're right." He conceded, and with that they continued on their trek to eradicate all life on Earth.

"Well? Are you gonna finish your lunch or not?" An irritated voice snapped Vegeta out of his reverie. Coming back to reality, he found himself sitting in the kitchen of the annoying Earth girl who had decided to let him stay in her home while he trained to defeat Kakarot. On the table was a poorly made meal consisting of a type of meat stuffed between bread- a "sandwich", as Bulma called it. "I didn't make this just to see you stare at it."

"Hmph." Was Vegeta's only reply. Reluctantly, he stuffed the "sandwich" into his mouth, forcing it down with a single gulp. It tasted good—not that he would ever admit it to the Earth girl.

Bulma stood there for a little while longer, looking annoyed and with her arms crossed. Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "What do you want?"

"Oh, nothing," said Bulma, a sickeningly mock-innocent tone to her voice, "Just a little, you know, "thank you" would be nice, I guess."

"I…" Vegeta stuttered, not sure how to respond. He had never, ever in his entire life, thanked anyone for their efforts. As the Prince of All Saiyans, he felt entitled to whatever good he got out of others people. But, just to be rid of this annoying woman, he replied, "Thank you" in a completely indifferent tone.

"That's better." Bulma smirked, taking Vegeta's empty plate and putting it in the sink to wash. Finally rid of her, Vegeta turned back to his thoughts as he considered Nappa's words in the space pod.

At the time of his suggestion, Vegeta had dismissed the notion of spawning Super Saiyans as being ridiculous, a complete waste of time. But now…now he was having second thoughts.

Ever since that low-class scum Kakarot had obtained Super Saiyan, he had been torturing himself—both physically and emotionally—to access that coveted power for himself. But as if Kakarot of all people reaching that level hadn't been enough, yet another Saiyan he never even heard of had obtained Super Saiyan before Vegeta did—and what's more, he killed Frieza in that form!

Why is this power beyond my grasp!? He would think to himself often, frustrated as he trained away in Bulmas gravity chamber in desperate attempt after desperate attempt to become a Super Saiyan. It was an insult to his own pride for someone of a lower class and a complete stranger to obtain the power that he had been denied for too long now.

Which brought him to Nappa's suggestion…

At the time, the idea of begetting a child for himself and witnessing it become a Super Saiyan made Vegeta laugh. After all, how could he stomach the mere thought of another half-breed brat running around with greater power than his own? It would only serve to hurt his pride even more.

But lately, as Vegeta pondered the direction his life had taken and how he had been upstaged time and time again, the thought of begetting a powerful Saiyan hybrid held more appeal to it. Not because he wanted this child to become Super Saiyan and surpass him, oh no, Vegeta's arrogance would never allow that. But with a powerful hybrid son (or daughter) he had no doubt that it would be a useful sparring experience, and given how powerful he knew hybrids could be, Vegeta was one hundred percent confident that sparring with such a specimen would bring him that much closer to finally obtaining the legendary form of Super Saiyan.

The more he thought about it, the more it made sense to him. The question was, who would deliver this spawn of his…?

"You know, depending on how long you plan on staying here, you could also stand to help with the dishes every once in a while." Vegeta was about to snap back at Bulma's snide comment—and then the answer hit him.

Bulma.

Vegeta couldn't contain the smirk that spread across his face. It was all so perfect that it must have been fate; Bulma would be the one to deliver his Saiyan child, and with his strength combined with her brash and strong-willed attitude, the child would make the perfect training partner for Vegeta to obtain Super Saiyan. Of course, the fact that she had a beautiful body—highlighted by the tube top and loose-fitting jeans she was wearing—didn't hurt matters either…

"Oh, don't worry. I'd be more than happy to help with the dishes or whatever menial tasks you'd have me perform," he said, trying to contain the excitement in his voice, "However, I'll only do it on one condition."

Bulma turned around, a curious expression on her lovely face. "Oh, really? And what's the 'condition'"?

Vegeta's smirk grew wider. "Meet me in the gravity chamber tonight."

I've been waiting my whole life for just one, FUCK!

And all I needed was just one, FUCK!

How can you say that you don't give a, FUCK!

I find myself stupefied, coming back again…

Bulma felt as if time stopped in that moment, the dish she was holding falling on the ground with a loud clank. As sheltered as she was—or at least, as much as her parents tried to shelter her—there was no denying the implications of what Vegeta was offering when he suggested that the two of them meet in the gravity chamber, tonight, all alone, and there was certainly no denying the poorly concealed excitement in his voice. For a moment she just stood there, stunned by the offer, but then, slowly but surely, a smirk crossed her face to match Vegeta's.

"Oh…really?" She said seductively, placing a hand on her hip. "You wanna spend time in the gravity chamber with me, huh? What time tonight?"

"Anytime." Vegeta said, his smirk not leaving his face. "Midnight, preferably."

"Okay, big guy…" said Bulma, her tone becoming even more seductive with every word she said, "I'll see you then…

"Good." Vegeta said, and with that, he got up from his chair, exiting the kitchen. "I'll be training until then, but don't even think about not showing up."

"Oh, don't worry, I won't." Bulma giggled. As Vegeta exited the kitchen and made his way to the gravity chamber, she couldn't help but admire how the gray tank top he was wearing, along with the sweatpants, clung tightly to his body, showing off his hardened, muscular frame for the world to see. She was so enamored by the display that she didn't hear Vegeta utter two barely noticeable words as he walked away:

"You Fool."

All I wanted was just one, FUCK!

One tiny little innocent, FUCK!

And when I feel like I'm shit outta, LUCK!

I find myself stupefied, coming back again…

"Hmmmph…!" He grunted, completing his last one-armed push up of the day. "Three thousand, two hundred and twenty…seven!"

With that, Vegeta collapsed to the floor of the gravity chamber. Taking in a few deep breaths, he forced himself to stand up, lumbering toward the control panel and turning off the switch that changed the gravity. He sighed a breath of relief as he felt himself lighten along with Earth's normal gravity; even someone who trained as hard and relentlessly as he did could appreciate the end of a rough workout.

He grinned at the thought that tonight would pave the way for another training partner that would spar inside the gravity chamber—and consequentially, pave the way to him becoming a Super Saiyan.

He wiped a large amount of sweat off his face, thinking about how it could get in the way of tonight's…events. He had ditched the gray tank top he was wearing earlier and was clad in only his sweat pants, well prepared for what was to come. He glanced at the clock by the control panel: it read 11:50. At this point, Bulma would be walking in any minu-

Click

Vegeta's grin grew wider; apparently, she could hardly wait either.

"Oh, Vegeta…" That sultry voice called from the other side of the gravity chamber. He looked toward the direction of Bulma's voice, and despite being so focused on his eventual goal of reaching Super Saiyan, he couldn't help but be taken aback by how beautiful she looked.

She had decided to forgo the tube top and jeans she had worn earlier that day, and instead settled for much more appealing garments: namely, a see-through nightdress with a crimson thong and, as Vegeta could very plainly see, no bra. Her hair was done in that usual afro she had nowadays, but that didn't distract from her lovely face, which she had delicately adorned with makeup. Vegeta stood there in a trance for a moment, snapped out of it by her sultry voice,

"See something you like?"

His look of surprise changed to a smirk. Oh, he liked what he saw alright—but he couldn't forget his objective. "I certainly admire the show you put on for me, Earth girl." He said. He walked toward her, and her eyes closed in anticipation of his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. Vegeta stopped in front of her, raising an eyebrow. "What do you have your eyes closed for, woman?" He asked roughly.

Bulma opened her eyes, surprised at his reaction. Wasn't it obvious? "I…thought you were going to kiss me…?"

"Kiss? What are you babbling about?"

"You mean weren't even planning on kissing me!?" Bulma shot back, her seductive visage becoming marred with how annoyed she was. "You wanted to have sex with me, but you didn't even think about kissing!?"

"I want to skip to the main event, woman, I'm not interested in stalling!" Vegeta shouted. "I didn't sign up for any of this nonsense!"

"Oh, you'd BETTER put up with foreplay if you want me!" Bulma said defiantly, "If you're not going to do this right, then you can forget doing it at all!"

Vegeta was fuming at Bulma's words. What sort of crap did this measly Earth girl think she could put him through? Did she really think she could play these insipid games with the Prince of All Saiyans? As he was fuming, he couldn't help staring at her lovely body, and how the see-through nightdress revealed everything from her perky breasts to her slim waist, and finally to her lovely legs. The only thing covered from his eyesight was what lied between her legs, concealed by the crimson thong she was wearing.

It wasn't that he had forgotten about the Saiyan child he wanted…but Vegeta soon found himself wanting more out of the encounter he had planned with Bulma tonight.

And she was refusing him! Playing with him!

The nerve of her!

Why, do you like playing around with

My, narrow scope of reality!?

I, can feel it all start slipping

I think I'm breaking down…

"Hmph! Men…" Bulma scoffed, turning away with her arms crossed over her breasts. She turned on her heels and made her way out of the gravity room…

….when she was pushed roughly and pinned down on the cold, tiled floor by Vegeta, who knocked her over before she could even open the door.

"Stay still, woman," he commanded, looming over her, looking at her in a very…odd way. Bulma didn't like the way he was observing her; there was an unnatural hunger in his eyes, like she was a feast to him.

"W-what are you doing!?" Bulma screeched, hardly able to contain the fear in her voice, "What the hell do you think you're doing!?"

"What I planned on doing all along," Vegeta replied, his voice so eerily calm that had the situation been different, Bulma would've been hypnotized by it, "I'm bringing myself one step closer to becoming a Super Saiyan and defeating Kakarot…and also…" he added with a malicious smile, "having some fun in the process."

"What!?" Bulma yelled, struggling to break free from Vegeta's grip on her wrists, "Is that what this is about? Satisfying your stupid grudge against Goku!?"

"It's what I need to do," said Vegeta, still calm, "If I spawn a Saiyan half-breed, the power from training with it could bring me that much closer to surpassing your pathetic friend."

"But don't you know what you're doing?" Bulma replied, her voice becoming more desperate, "If you…I mean, if you do this without me agreeing to it…that's…"

"Rape?" Vegeta said casually. "Yes, I'm aware of the trivial standards you Earthlings have when it comes to that sort of thing. However, I don't subscribe to such petty regulations."

"But-" she was cut off by Vegeta's rough hand placing a sharp jab to her ribcage, knocking the wind out of her and silencing her.

"Saiyan men know what they want when they want it." He said coldly. Casting one last, leering gaze at Bulma's nearly nude body, he added, "And I think you know what I want too."

Before Bulma could catch her breath to protest again, Vegeta had practically ripped off the nightdress she was wearing, tearing it in half on the floor. As she struggled in vain to escape from Vegeta's vice-like grip on her arms, it registered fully and horrifically in her mind that she was no completely naked except for the crimson thong she had put on for the night—something she was now cursing herself for.

"Now…" Vegeta's malicious grin returned, and he fed Bulma's left arm to his right hand, so that it held both arms and he could slip off the thong she was wearing, and the sweatpants he was wearing, leaving them both completely naked. "…it's time for our fun to begin."

See but I don't get it!

Don't you think

Maybe we could put it on credit!?

Don't you think

It can take control when I don't let it!?

I get stupefied!

It's all the same, you say

Live with it but I don't get it!

"St-stop…" Bulma pleaded. "Please…just stop…"

"Oh, I don't think so," Vegeta gloated, keeping his grasp firmly on her harms, his cock positioned above her entrance and his eyes glazed onto her perfectly sized breasts. "I think you've got yourself into this…"

"Prepare yourself!"

Bulma could only manage a pained yelp of surprise as she felt Vegeta roughly slam his cock into the depths of her pussy. It was the most painful, excruciating thing she had ever felt in her life; the invasion of a man inside of her without her consent, all without the slightest thought of how she may have felt about it.

"Hrrgn…" Vegeta grunted, adjusting to the feel of her velvety walls rubbing against his cock, sweating profusely. He slowly pulled out, keeping Bulma's legs locked with his own, and looked in pride at how scared and confused her expression was; it always did wonders for his ego to see his victims cower before him.

He grunted again, pushing himself back inside of her, this time with more force, and noticing with relish how she gasped again and how her breasts heaved when he went inside her a second time. He closed his eyes, relishing the feeling of her nude skin against hers, the feeling that she had dared to deny him after all this time. Well, now she was getting her just punishment for it. How dare she even consider denying the Prince of All Saiyans his due pleasure!

Vegeta pulled out again, trying to adjust himself to a proper position, and feeling an intense pressure start to well up near his cock. It was coming soon, he could feel it. Soon he'd orgasm inside of her and now he had reached the point where he no longer cared about the Saiyan hybrid child, completely consumed by animalistic lust.

He pushed back into her with more force, and this stayed within her for a while, holding her roughly against his own body and enjoying the feel of her helpless body against his, especially her pert breasts against his chest. Bulma was looking away the whole time, eyes closed, as if willing this to be some sort of nightmare she should wake up from.

This wasn't happening.

This can't be happening….

Tefached….

Tefached…

Bulma's thoughts and emotions, for the most part, were completely numb as Vegeta ruthlessly pounded into her, her body shaking violently with every thrust. Her vision was completely blurry as well, distorting her view of everything above her—except for that terrible, arrogant grin Vegeta had plastered all over his face. But despite this, apart from the invasion of Vegeta's cock inside her, and the cold surface of the tile floor she was being pushed back onto, there was another violent feeling she was experiencing.

And that was fear.

Pure, unadulterated fear, the likes of which she had never experienced before.

Of all the men she had the pleasure—or displeasure—of knowing, none of them were ever they type she'd consider "forceful." All of them, especially Yamcha, were complete pushovers, shy, nervous, unable to handle themselves around a beautiful woman like herself. Bulma had always detested this aspect in a man, dreaming of a more confident breed who wasn't afraid to take the initiative and stand up for himself.

It was why she was so excited to take Vegeta up on his offer, of potential sex the gravity room. But as she lay there, completely helpless, and with a ruthless warrior of a man grinning arrogantly and pounding into her without her consent …she realized with intense regreat that she got more than what she bargained for.

"Please…stop…." was all she could mutter, her consciousness slipping quickly as Vegeta continued his relentless assault on her body.

"Hrrrng…" Vegeta grunted, face covered in sweat and contorted in sadistic pleasure. He did not hear Bulma's pleading moans beneath him, too focused on relishing the feel of her flesh against his.

Bulma shuddered as he pounded inside her again. She shook, gasping again, completely helpless to make any other noise. Vegeta's grin widened even more; it was always a joy to hear the strangled, helpless gasps of his victims as they quivered beneath him. Bulma, for her part, took some relief in the fact that the pain from his thrusting was growing number thanks to her body adjusting to his size.

Even so, her head swam with thoughts and memories, the events between now and then being lost in a confused blur...

She was a teenage girl, going on adventures with Goku again, and with her boyfriend Yamcha by her side...

"Agh!" Vegeta thrust inside her again, this time hard enough for the pain to be felt...

She was a young lady now, witnessing Goku for the first time in ages at the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament, and thinking of how handsome he's become...

She balled her hands into fists, eyes closed, trying to focus anywhere but on the current situation she was in...

Now she was meeting Gohan for the first time, that innocent four year old boy, she was certain he would make a great father and husband one day...

Tears were welling up, and despite all her efforts, she couldn't erase that hated image of Vegeta grinning while on top of her...

Now she was meeting the Prince of All Saiyans for the first time, flirting with him, thinking he was cute...

"You amaze me, woman." That despised voice said from above her, and she felt Vegeta's manhood leaving her for a moment, allowing her some blessed relief. "Normally even a Saiyan woman would have died from fear out of an encounter like this. You, on the other hand, seem more strong willed."

Bulma didn't respond; she couldn't, shallowly breathing as she was, and her fingers twitching. Vegeta smirked.

"I must admit, this was almost disappointing." He continued. "Whenever I was traveling the galaxies with my hunting party for new planets to conquer, our victims would always cower in fear. As glad as I am that Frieza is dead, that's one part of my job I won't soon forget." He leaned in closer to Bulma, so that his face was next to hers, and his breath was tickling her ear, "But you...there's something I like about you, woman. You seem more dignified than that."

And that's when it happened.

That's when something snapped inside of her.

That's when...it was awakened, whatever it was.

In an instant, the fear that was plaguing Bulma evaporated entirely, replaced by a new, animal sensation the likes of which she had never experienced before. Suddenly, she shoved Vegeta off of her, catching the prince by surprise and flipping him over so that their positions were switched- now he was the one lying on the cold floor of the gravity room, and she was the one on top.

"Wha-!?" was all Vegeta could say as he looked upward in shock and surprise at the woman straddling him. Where once was a helpless, demure young lady who could only gasp in fear and trepidation as he pounded inside her, now, above him, was a completely changed woman, with a look on her face crossed between vengeance and...was it possible...lust?

As easily as he could have, Vegeta couldn't quite bring himself to change their positions back to the way they were, so that he was dominant. There was just something about the look, especially the dangerous glint in her normally tranquil blue eyes, on Bulma's face that left him transfixed. Then, slowly, almost flirtatiously, she traced her index finger on his chin, moving downwards over his well-toned chest and abs, and stopping just above his manhood, lowering herself so that now she was gazing directly into his eyes.

"Don't say anything else." Bulma said, her tone dripping with an animal hunger he had never heard from her, "Just give me that delicious cock of yours." She positioned herself so that her pussy was resting just barely above Vegeta's cock- which sprang back to life. "Just fuck me, Vegeta."

Vegeta blinked, trying to register Bulma's change of behavior. Then, slowly but surely, his trademark smirk re-appeared on his face. "As you wish."

Bulma smirked with him, and then, without a moment's hesitation, took his cock inside of her, relishing the feel of it this time. Suddenly, the bluenette genius caught Vegeta's lips in hers, and the two found themselves rolling in the gravity room aimlessly, their naked bodies intertwined with each other in a heated, passionate mixture of love and insanity.

And don't deny me

No, baby, please

Don't deny me...

And darling, don't be afraid!

"Don't deny me..." Bulma said in between moans, her eyes shut and her naked body covered in sweat. "Don't you...don't you dare deny me..."

"Wouldn't dream of it." Vegeta said confidently, despite the fact that he had been rolled back on the bottom of the floor with Bulma on top of him. Not that he cared much- seeing the look of pleasure written all over the bluenette's face was more than enough to satisfy him. Her body was splayed all over his, and he could feel her soft breasts on his hardened chest, her nipples hardened with anticipation. His smirk grew, if possible, even wider. "Not at this point in the game..."

He pulled Bulma closer to him, kissing her down her cheek and neck, then her collarbone and then, onto her right breast. He could hear her moaning more loudly as he kissed the tender flesh, sucking on her right nipple while massaging the other with his hand. "Gah...Vegeta..." Bulma groaned, "Fuck me...again..."

"Again?" Vegeta mused. They had already been having sex wildly for what felt like hours, but it seemed that whatever desires had been awakened in the bluenette genius were hard to satisfy. Not that he particularly minded. "If you insist..."

He flipped her over, pinning her down on the ground, but this time, with her approval. He could feel his cock stirring back to life already, its tip touching the edge of Bulma's dripping, soaked pussy. "That's it...fuck me...fuck me hard..." Bulma said with a slavish, lustful smile.

Without another word, Vegeta entered into her, feeling her body quake with pleasure as he invaded her body. He could feel the sweat on her ivory skin, but even more could he feel her walls contracting around his cock, strangling it in their vice like grip, but in such a wonderful way he couldn't help but moan along with his Earthling lover. "Bulma..." He moaned huskily.

Their moans and the musky scent of sex filled the gravity chamber, and Vegeta almost quivered in delight when he felt the ivory skin of Bulma's legs wrap around his waist, pulling his muscular body closer to hers. He pounded into her, going hard and fast, and his anticipation increased along with the sound of her moans.

"Ve...ge...ta..." Bulma moaned between syllables, "I'm...I'm gonna...cum!"

"Don't hold back..." Vegeta moaned along with her, and with one final thrust, he came inside the Capsule Corp heiress, pumping his seed inside of her- more than he even thought he was going to. Bulma screamed as he felt his liquid spill into her wombs, and with just another few short breaths, passed out. Vegeta, exhausted from all his strength, and his sweat dripping in pools on the floor, fell beside his bluenette lover, losing consciousness himself the minute he hit the floor.

Look in my face,

Within my soul,

I begin to

Stupify!

Look in my face! (WITHIN MY SOUL!)

Look in my face! (WITHIN MY SOUL!)

Look in my face! (WITHIN MY SOUL!)

I begin to

Stupify!

RAH!

The next morning, while Vegeta was still asleep in the gravity chamber, exhausted, Bulma sneaked into her room, careful to avoid his detection, or the detection of anyone. She had hastily put on her thong and covered herself in what remained of her nightgown in an attempt to look somewhat modest in case anyone caught her, but thankfully no one did, and she was spared having to come up with a half baked explanation as to why she was walking around the Capsule Corporation building dressed in such a flattering manner. (as well as what happened to her brand new nightgown)

Then, when she finally entered the sanctity of her own bedroom, with only her own thoughts to occupy her, she let out a scream.

"That bastard!" She shouted, tears of shame and anger running down her face. "How could he!? How could anyone do something like that!?"

She wiped the tears off of her face and, having exhausted herself from the outburst, flopped onto her soft mattress, shoving her pillow into her face and letting the tears soak it. She had never felt violated like this in all her life; in the span of a single night, her pride had been shattered to a million pieces. How could she, the dignified heiress of the Capsule Corporation, so willingly give herself over to a depraved maniac like Vegeta- and after he had essentially raped her, no less!? How could she give him that satisfaction, knowing that she was given over to her sexual desires, wanting the "take charge" type of sex he offered, rather than her own more gentle version she had planned for the night?

"It's not fair," she muttered to herself under her pillow, "It's just not fair..."

"Bulma?" A kind, familiar voice said from her doorway. She gasped, sitting herself up and hastily covering herself with her blankets.

Her father was standing in the doorway, his cat Tama resting on his shoulder as usual, blinking confusedly. "My heavens, is everything alright? I could hear you screaming from halfway across the hall on my way to feed the dinosaurs." Dr. Briefs walked over to his daughter, gently placing a hand over her head. "And goodness, you're sweating profusely! Have you been exercising?"

"I..." Bulma tried to speak, but no words came out. Truth be told, she hadn't expected to be in a situation where she would have to explain these things to her father, or anyone, for that matter.

"It's alright, you don't need to explain it." Dr. Briefs said, sensing Bulma's apprehension, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Sitting down next to her, he patted her on the back reassuringly, giving his daughter a loving smile from underneath his thick, gray mustache. "You remind me so much of your mother sometimes. She never hesitated to express herself when she was younger, even to this day she still has her moments."

Yeah, well, I don't think Mom was ever in a situation where she was taken advantage of by a homicidal space alien. Bulma couldn't help but think dryly. She nonetheless reciprocated her father's smile. "Thanks for checking in on me, Dad." She said, finding her voice at last. "It really helps."

"Think nothing of it, sweetheart." Doctor Briefs replied, giving his daughter a hug. "It's what I'm supposed to do. Has a father anything more important to do than check up on his daughter when she is in distress?" Letting go of the hug, he gave her one last smile before standing up. "Well, since you seem to be better now, I'd best be off to feed the dinosaurs. Yoshi in particular needs his morning milk..."

Doctor Briefs opened the door to Bulma's room, about to exit, when-

"Wait."

"Hmmm?" He said, stopping halfway out the door and looking back at his daughter. Bulma looked more serious now, which intrigued him. "Anything else you want to say, Bulma?"

"Well...yes, actually." She admitted. "The whole thing, I screamed because...well, its about Vegeta."

Doctor Briefs raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What about Vegeta, precisely?"

Bulma sighed deeply. "It's...its a long story..."