Unwanted but Needed: Chapter 1

Me: Gohan would you mind giving the disclaimer?

Gohan: Your using a disclaimer?

Me: Why not?

Gohan:...Fine. Lionnia does not own DBZ or what ever song by Britney Spears that contains 'Hit me baby one more time'. She only uses me and Vegeta as 'toys'. There I said it. Happy?

Me: Not until I'm dead and probably not even then.

Gohan: Good.

Me: *SLAP* Time for the story.

 

Those dark lusty eyes starred down at me. What does he want from me? I don't understand. He pushes me onto the ground. I feel the grass underneath my t-shirt.

"What do you want?"

 

He presses his lips against mine, invading my mouth. I try and fight his tongue off with my own. He presses into my mouth harder. I give in. Fighting him never did any good before. Why would it do any now? I had fought him my whole life. But it was never like this. Never. He reaches down my shorts while still kissing me. My eyes open wide with shock. Is he doing what I think he is? No never. He would never. Would he? I don't know anymore. He said he wanted to spar and as far as I can tell this isn't sparring. His body shifts impatiently. What exactly is he doing? And why? I push him off and try to run. But he grabs me and pulls me close. Nuzzling me neck with his teeth. He growls at me.

"No. Stay. Mine."

 

Three simple words strike fear into the very deeps of my heart. Won't anyone save me? Or does no one care about the boy who saved the world. Twice. This shouldn't be happening. No it's not happening. I'm having a nightmare. That's all. He presses me back on the ground. I'm at his mercy and I would be lying if I said I was okay with that. I growl at him. A low chuckle is all I get for my efforts at intimidation. I move around trying to knock him of me.
"Stop it, now."

 

Forceful words directed at me. Does he think ordering me around will do any good? I don't do what I'm told. Haven't for many years. Did he forget? I push at him, but he's not going to let me push him off again. Another growl. What run out of smartass comments? He seemed to have plenty earlier.I was tempted to ask. But, smart as I am. I'm happy having all my limbs and would be sad if any were torn off in his rage. I push at him again. He bites me, hard.
"DAMMIT! THAT HURT!"

 

"Don't be such a baby."

 

"I'm 13, I think I have the right to be a baby."

 

"Smartass."

 

"Pedo- Nah not worth losing my arm."

 

"Smart move, if you were going to say what I thought you were.

 

"I do enjoy full use of ALL my limbs. And I have a feeling I'd lose at least one of them if I called you that."

 

"No, I'd just torture you until your to scared to speak or do anything for that matter."

 

"I think loss of one of my limbs would do that."

"Hn."

 

"Okay now I reeeeaaaallllyyyyy wanna say it."

 

"*Growl* Say it at your own risk."

"It's true."

 

"Not yet, when I'm done you can say it."

My eyes got wide. I had hoped he was just trying to scare me. He means it. I'd had my head lifted up for the conversation. It fell to the ground hard. I felt light headed.

 

"DON'T YOU DARE FAINT!"

 

"Unnnnnn..."

 

"YOU WOULDN'T!"

 

I felt myself slipping from consciousness. The beautiful darkness promising at least a temporary escape. Then suddenly he hit me so hard I felt tears well up in my eyes. The darkness stopped calling. I wouldn't get my escape how ever temporary it would have been.

"OWWWWW! FUCK! DAMM IT! VEGETA!"

 

"YOUR THE ONE WHO WAS FAINTING!"

 

"AND YOUR THE ONE WHO HIT ME!"

 

"IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP I'LL HIT YOU AGAIN!"

 

A song came to my mind. It was by Britney Spears. It went a little something like 'Hit me baby one more time' I laughed at the idiocy of it. He looked at me funny.

 

"I can't help but wonder what's going through your head right now."

 

"Just a song my mom made me listen too. Something you said reminded me of it."

"Oh and what song would that be?"

 

"Don't remember the name but the lyric was 'Hit me baby one more time'. I found it hilarious because someone was begging for pain. The idiocy of it."

 

"Hn. Now time to get back to what I was doing."

 

I groaned, this again. And his hand went back to my shorts. Great. I was being molested by a man older than my father. Oh the irony, my father's rival was molesting me. My father's rival. The man who hated my father with a burning hot passion. If that's not irony I don't know what is. I groaned again. He shot me a look that said 'If your not screaming shut up.' I had the urge to stick my tongue out at him. But then he'd either bite it off, hit me again, or ignore it. I'll bet it would be one of the first 2 choices. I stuck my tongue out at him when he looked away. He saw it before I put it back. He laughed at me. I growled at him. I hadn't thought he'd laugh at me. But then it was childish. He growled at me again and began to carefully caress my face. This wasn't so bad. Yet. He touched the spot were he hit me. I hissed out in pain. It still hurt. He looked...sad. Like he hadn't meant to hurt me so bad. Well he did. And I would never forget about this. Never. He pulled me close. A silent apology for the pain. He wasn't forgiven. He never would be. He bent down to my neck and bit me, hard. I was bleeding. The bastard was drinking my blood. I yelped out my pain. I could have sworn he was laughing and sucking at the same time. He licked at the wound one last time after I stopped bleeding. He kissed me again. His lips tasted coppery with my blood. The bastard drank my blood right out of my neck. Then he kissed me. I got my hand ready and started to gather my Ki. He didn't notice. Then just before I shot it something stopped me. I couldn't do it. What was wrong with me? If I survived I would beat the answer out of him. I let the Ki dissipate. He came back to breathe. Then came the part that I was dreading terribly. He would fuck me. Why? I don't know. What can I do? Other than except it I have no idea. So much for me being smart. I can't even save myself from this bastard. A voice was echoing in my mind. It sounded like Vegeta.

 

'Having fun?'

'GO TO HELL!'

'Been there already.'

'Well than either go back or go away.'

'Huh, you'd think claiming you would have dulled your temper.'

'Oh yeah and why can't I blast you?'

'Eh you tried?'

'Yes, what you thought I'd let you take me with out a fight?'

'Yes, I did. You can't blast me because I claimed you. And until I'm done I won't let you bite me back. And until you bite me back you can't touch me with Ki, you can't even hit me. Basically you're my bitch till I let you bite me.'

'FUCK! ING! SAIYIN! MATING! BITING! FUCK! ING! SHIT!'

'Rather one sided opinion there.'

'GO TO HELL AND SCREW YOURSELF!'

'Why? When I can screw you here?'

'I hate you.'

'In a minute you'll love me.'

'Doubtful.'

I could have sworn he was laughing in my head. Damn backward ass-ed son-of-a-bitch bastard of a perverted pedophile. I hated him. I...loved him. I wanted to kill him for doing this to me. This is wrong but it feels right. Why god-damn-it why? he sipped my clothes off leaving me vulnerable the cool air. Bastard. He stared at me for a minute, then his own clothes were off. Damn him! Damn him to hell! His was near my entrance. I had a sneaking suspicion that I would be unable to walk when he was done. Great. I rolled my eyes getting a questioning look from him. He shock his head and thrust into me deeply.

"FUCK!"

 

'Your tight.'

'And?'

'First?'

'I'm 13. What the fuck did you expect.'

'Not you being this fucking tight.'

'Screw off.'

'Never.'

'Bastard.'

'Baka.'

'I thought that was my father.'

'Him too.'

 

He thrust again, it didn't hurt again this time, as much. Once more, he hit something rather, pleasant. OHHH! FUCK!! I DIDN'T! I thrust back up at the bastard. I was enjoying this. He smiled a silent 'I told you so.' echoed in my mind. Again and again he thrusted into me, hitting that spot perfectly. I loved it. I came a few minutes after him. He licked up every drop before closing in on me. He bared his neck for me.

'Bite, unless you wish to be my bitch for the rest of eternity.'

I obeyed biting, and then slowly sucking the blood. It tasted good, coppery like my own, but spicier. I looked up at him.

'Time to full fill your promise from earlier.'

'What promise?'

"Pedophile."

'That promise.'

'Yep.'