DISCLAIMER: I do not own DBZ; I get no money for doing this.

A/N – This chapter does contain a lemon scene between Frieza and Bulma (quite a graphic lemon scene) – please be open-minded and don’t kick up a stink. If you are reading this at ff.net then the lemon scene will be removed and replaced with a silly one paragraph, detail-less and emotionless chunk of writing that will allude to them having sex. If any ff.net people want the proper version then they can email me and I’ll be happy to send it on over!

Lyrics: ‘March of the Pigs’ by NIN

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Step right up march push
Crawl right up on your knees
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Bulma screamed and bolted towards the door, desperate to make her escape before the disgusting lizard raped her. She could feel him behind her as she ran, getting closer…closer…closer…Bulma shrieked as something hit her from behind. She stumbled and almost fell as she saw Frieza faze in front of her. He stared at her for a moment before he backhanded her into the far wall with indifference.

“Stupid girl!” He hissed through clenched teeth, emotionless red eyes boring into hers. “I’m offering you the chance to experience pleasures beyond your wildest imagination!” He stepped towards the blue haired girl, his tail swishing back and forth as though it had a life of it’s own. Bulma swallowed hard, terrified by the look in his eyes but too stubborn to show it

“You’re disgusting! You make my skin crawl!” Bulma insisted as she slowly got to her feet, her voice dripping with repugnance at the thought of allowing Frieza anywhere near her in a bed. She may have been used for her body once but she would not let it happen again. She was never going to allow herself to be fooled by the words of any man again.

Frieza seemed to know what was running through her head. He threw back his head and howled with demonic laughter as his eyes blazed to life with a glowing, terrible power. Bulma took a step back in terror as he began to advance upon her, slowly, step by step, drawing ever closer…

“I will make you mine, girl. Wether you want it…” Frieza bridged the distance between them in a matter of seconds and pushed Bulma back against the wall, one of his thighs sliding in between hers and forcing her legs apart. “…Or not.” He growled throatily and kissed her. His reptilian tongue beat against her teeth and when Bulma opened her mouth to scream he forced his tongue deep into her mouth, so deep in fact that it felt as if it were sliding down her throat. Bulma gagged and began to struggle in Frieza’s grasp, trying desperately to push him away. Frieza pulled back form her and laughed at Bulma’s shocked and frightened expression.

“Are you enjoying yourself yet, Child?” He asked as he nuzzled her neck deceptively and bit her throat gently. Bulma made a small sound of fright and Frieza chuckled again. “Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy yourself soon.” With that Frieza grasped her shirt in both of his hands and tore it in two. Bulma let out a startled squeak and jerked in his grasp with terror. Frieza slid the two ripped halves down her arms and turned his attention to Bulma’s full, ripe breasts. He groaned in appreciation and began to fondle them, rolling the nipples between his fingers and pinching them cruelly to see Bulma’s reaction. Frieza chuckled and slowly bent his head, ignoring Bulma’s plea’s for him to stop, and began to suckle on her breast, razor sharp teeth cutting into the tender flesh.

“No! No, please stop!” Bulma gasped as Frieza drew bright red blood. He began to suck again, taking almost her entire breast into his mouth in his urgency to drink her blood. Bulma sobbed silently and closed her eyes as she willed Frieza to stop and leave her alone – worst still was the frightening fact that what he was doing to her felt good in some basic level – a feeling which she fought desperately. It had been bad enough having to let Prince Vegeta fuck her each night while she’d been with the saiyans, she certainly didn’t want to have to repeat the whole experience with this sadistic madman! Was it her fate to be used as a pleasure toy for whichever man could capture her?

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Please greed feed (no time to hesitate)
I want a little bit I want a piece of it I think he's losing it

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Against her will Bulma moaned as something hard rubbed against her crotch. She forced herself to open her eyes but when she looked down all she could see was Frieza’s head moving over her chest as he continued to suckle from her. The hardness rubbed against her harder and once again Bulma moaned and felt her body tense. Frieza lifted his head and smirked at her, he pulled back enough for Bulma to see that it was his tail that was rubbing against her.

“Do you like that, my little whore?” Frieza reached down with one hand and tore a hole in the front of her pants. Bulma gasped and began to struggle again, coming to her sense when she saw his tail swaying before her. She didn’t want that thing inside of her! Even Vegeta hadn’t been this sick, this twisted, this evil!

“Don’t…” Bulma begged, a tear trickling down her face as Frieza lent in close to her again; leering. The hand that had torn her pants was stroking her inner thigh – slowly stroking higher and higher until it brushed against her entrance. Bulma let out her breath in a hiss - half in anger and half in pleasure. With a growl Frieza began to stroke her clit, almost aggressively fingering her. Warmth began to spread inside of Bulma and she began to grow wet – so wet that she barely even noticed when Frieza’s fingers slid deep inside of her.

“It looks like your ready for me.” Frieza’s voice growled softly in her ear and his fingers left her body. His tail moved back to her crotch and began to stroke her clit again. “Open your eyes.” He commanded, determined to have his way.

Bulma forced herself to open her eyes. The knowledge that she was powerless to resist her body’s urger was embarrassing, but it was even worse to know that she had sworn only minutes ago that she would not enjoy what it was he was going to do to her. Frieza’s eye bored into hers, that cruel light still burnt in them and it seemed to flare as he thrust his tail into her pussy. Bulma moaned and squirmed in his grasp, still defiant even in the throws of passion, but Frieza merely pushed his tail even deeper into her.

“Oh God! Stop!” Bulma pleaded, throwing her head back and groaning as his long, thick tail pulsed within her. Frieza chuckled again and began thrusting himself into her faster and harder, enjoying himself immensely as he violated Bulma.

She could feel his tail deep inside of her; creating sensations the like of which she’d never felt before. Soon Bulma felt the familiar tightness in her lower regions. Desperately she tried to fight her body as her climax neared, but it was inevitable. Her thighs clamped around Frieza’s waist and she arched against him, desperate for the release that she could feel building within her. She moved with the tail, encouraging Frieza with small moans and grunts.

Her breathing became ragged and her body jerked as Frieza pinched her clit and she came. Bulma whimpered in pleasure, shuddering against the wall, her juices running down Frieza’s tail as she came in a dizzying rush. She felt so dirty…but at the same time she’d never felt anything this good before. Frieza continued to thrust his tail into her until the last quaking of her orgasm had left her, then he slowly removed himself and held Bulma in his arms as though she were something precious.

“I told you I’d allow you to feel pleasures you’d never felt before.” Frieza spoke in a soft whisper as he carried her to the bed. He settled her down on the cushions and hovered above her, arranging her body carefully. “Now that you’ve had you’re fun, I’m going to have mine.” His eyes settled on her neck and he slowly bent his head down. Bulma’s eyes widened and she snapped out of her daze to scream louder then she had in her life as his fangs sunk into her neck.

She felt him slip into her again – not physically but mentally. She felt Frieza’s power roared through her mind, crushing everything she was, everything she’d been and everything she might have become. He easily tore through all her mental barricades as he sought her innermost self. She felt his mind merging with hers and had time to only hope that she was going to still be herself when he was finished before the blackness came crashing down around her.

Then Bulma forgot everything but Frieza….

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I want to watch it come down
Don't like the look of it don't like the taste of it don't like the smell of it

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Bulma dreamed she was back with Yamcha again, being held in his warm arms as he kissed her. His eyes were loving and full of emotion – just the way Bulma remembered them. Around them were green, grassy hills and the sky stretched endlessly overhead, a clear spring blue colour. Only the occasionally fluffy white cloud broke the monotony. In the distance, green pine trees marched on the horizon, filling the air with the fresh scent of pine. Bulma inhaled deeply as Yamcha broke the kiss, his hands sliding from her waist to her face.

“I love you Bulma.” His eyes bored into hers with intensity. “I’ll never not love you babes.” Yamcha told her again, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ears and pressing his mouth against her forehead. He pulled back and looked incredibly sad for a moment. “You’re my everything.” His voice dropped to a whisper and he leant forward and kissed her again, a gentle caress.

Bulma kissed him back and sagged against him, the pale summer dress she was wearing riding high up her thighs – but she didn’t mind, she loved Yamcha. “I can’t believe you’re still alive! I thought you were dead!” Bulma told him tearfully as she hugged Yamcha tightly to her chest, clinging to him as part of her began to rebel from this picture perfect scene.

“I’ll always be here for you Bulma…” Yamcha kissed her one last time and then gently pushed her aside. “You have to wake up Bulma, you have to leave me…” He stood up and began to walk away, his image fading the further he distanced himself.

“Yamcha!” Bulma screamed, desperately crawling after him even as the dream shattered around her…

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I want to watch it come down
All the pigs are all lined up

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Bulma curled into a ball, screaming as around her everything fell to pieces. Slowly, another scene began to immerge. It wasn’t a picture perfect summer day on earth; instead it was a dimly lit room on a saiyan space cruiser. She sobbed as she realised where she was…

“Stop your whimpering woman. I’m not going to hurt you.” A rough voice commanded imperiously. Bulma jerked around to find herself locked in Vegeta’s arms. Her breath caught in her throat and the room spun dizzyingly around her as the saiyan prince from her nightmares smirked at her.

“No…” She breathed, steel bands of fear wrapping themselves around her chest, making it impossible to breath.

“I could never hurt anything as beautiful as you.” Vegeta continued. His dark eyes focused on her with an almost desperate look as he hungrily kissed her neck. “You so beautiful…and you’re mine.”

“Vegeta? No…I left you…” Bulma whimpered, shaking her head in denial as she began to tremble in earnest. He crushed her to his chest, unmindful of her comfort as he kissed her again and again.

“You’re the only thing that’s still real here.” He trailed fingers down her bare arms and she shivered. “You’re the only thing that makes sense out here…” He lowered his head and kissed her, a gentle kiss that betrayed the obsession that she was to him. Bulma kissed Vegeta back; unable to restrain the passion he roused in her. She didn’t love him; god knows she had run from him as soon as she’d been able, but he did things to her that no man had ever done.

“I’m so scared Vegeta.” She confided, trembling in his arms, surrounded by his musky male scent. “He’s going to kill me! I never should have left you.” She sobbed into his chest, terrified at the mere thought of Frieza. Vegeta gently bit the side of her neck and Bulma felt him smile against her skin.

“Don’t be sad woman, you have a piece of me with you.” Vegeta held her close and ran a hand down her stomach his eyes full of hidden meaning, “When you wake up you must escape or he will kill you. He knows about us now. He knows that we’re bonded.”

Vegeta began to dissolve around her as the fabric of the dream collapsed and reality once more claimed Bulma…

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I give you all that you want
Take the skin and peel it back

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“Vegeta, no!” Bulma gasped and sat up; sweat and blood caked over her body. “Vegeta…” She murmured as she glanced around and realised she was still in Frieza’s room. Her heart pounded loudly in her ears, her body still sweaty from the emotional strain her dreams had put her through. It took several seconds for her to realise that Frieza ay sleeping next to her, his tail twitched occasionally as though his own sleep was filled with troubling dreams.

“I’m alive…” Bulma panted, the room spinning around her. She giggled hysterically as she held out her arms and grimaced when she saw the blood and grime covering them. She looked closer and her breath froze in her throat as she realised that her arms were covered in bruises and bite marks. Shaking, Bulma inspected the rest of her body and sure enough, bar her face and the one bite on her neck, she was covered in Frieza’s bites. Bites that she knew would scar her body for the rest of her life.

Bulma scurried off the bed and backed away from the prone body of Frieza as wave after wave of nausea swept over her. The bite marks stung and burnt with every step she took – there were even bite marks on the soles of her feet and as she walked she left bloody footprints behind her. Bulma lurched towards the bathroom and was violently sick on the floor. She collapsed on the tiles and rested her head against them, the coolness helping restore some of her mind. She lay there for what seemed like hours before she was able to drag herself into the shower cubicle and turn on the cold water.

“I’ll never get clean…” Bulma cried to herself as she scrubbed at her body until her skin bright red and bleeding in places. She felt detached from what was going on around her – as though she had a fever. She lent against the shower wall, the water wash over her in waves as she sobbed. She looked at the bite marks, oozing blood suspiciously as she scrubbed at them, trying to wash them away.

“Oh God.” She forced herself to stop as she realised how pathetically she was behaving. Bulma tried to climb to her feet but sunk back down again moaning as more nausea swept over her and was violently ill again, her vomit stained red with blood. Bulma mumbled to herself and pushed herself into the corner of the shower, her body curling into a ball again. Finally she gathered her strength and dragged herself up.

“I’ll get him…” Bulma snarled as she crouched in the shower, clinging to the wall as she inched her way back onto her feet. She opened the shower door and dragged a towel around herself – part of her mind wondered crazily how Frieza’s maids would get the bloodstains out of the white towel. Slowly she walked back into the room where Frieza still lay sleeping, her blue eyes watching him with malice.

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Now doesn't that make you feel better?
Shove it up inside surprise! Lies

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Bulma slowly walked back into the bathroom and pulled on a suspiciously human looking bathrobe. Her eyes glistened as she caught site of her strained and pale face in the mirror. She looked like a ghost – so pale and bloody. Shivering Bulma moved towards the mirror, shaking as she caught site of the bite mark that Frieza had placed on her neck. She stood perfectly still, watching herself with wide, frightened eyes…then she leant forward and punched her reflection, shattering the mirror and the victim that she’d seen in it.

She was not a victim.

Bulma chuckled slowly and picked up a sliver of the mirror. It sliced through her skin and she dropped it to the floor, chuckling as her blood dripped onto the floor. She glanced at the hole in the mirror and then back down again at the glass that filled the basin. She picked up a larger piece and stared at her face in the reflection, then, grinning, she dropped it onto the floor and picked up another piece of glass from the basin – this time a long sharp piece.

It was time to make Frieza pay – she was not a victim!

“I’m going to kill you…”Bulma whispered as she edged out of the bathroom and slipped into the bedroom with liquid grace. “…I’m going to bathe in your blood…” Bulma began to sing as she pranced closer to Frieza, knowing that what she was doing was insane but unable to stop herself.

“…I’m gonna pull your soul apart…” She chuckled lightly as she climbed onto the bed and drew herself up over Frieza, icy blue eyes focused on her prey. “…I’m gonna rip your mind apart…” She drew the knife up and positioned it over Frieza’s chest. “…And I’m going to dance while you lie bleeding!” Bulma slashed knife down and felt it sink home.

Frieza’s eyes flew open and he let out a gurgling scream, he tried to move his head but the mirror shard had pierced his throat and gone all the way through to the bed – he was pinned. Bulma laughed in insane joy as she saw fear in the lizard lord’s eyes. She snatched the glass out of his throat, to far gone to feel it slice through her own hand as she stabbed him again and again and again. Frieza began to thrash under her and with a grunt he hurled her off of the bed and onto the floor. While her initial attack had taken him by surprise he was now fully awake and quite aware of what was going on around him.

“You’re going to pay for that!” Frieza screamed, his voice gurgling in his throat and his breath wheezing in and out. Red blood bubbles were forming around the corner of his mouth and Bulma watched them drip onto the floor in delight - she began to sing again as Frieza began to advance on her.

“I’m going to kill you, I’m going to bathe in you blood. I’m gonna pull your soul apart, I’m gonna rip your mind apart and I’m going to dance while you lie bleeding!” Bulma chanted mindlessly. She watched as Frieza got closer and closer then she threw herself at him…and sunk the shard still clutched in her hand in Frieza’s chest. She let go of the shard and dropped onto the floor, scuttling away as Frieza let out a final gurgling scream and fell to the floor, his tail twitching and his eyes rolling wilding in his head.

Bulma stood up again…

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Stains like the blood on your teeth
Bite chew suck away the tender parts
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Bulma walked like a zombie through the halls of Frieza’s ship. She slowly and precisely made her way into the bowels of the slave detention centre, any guards that tried to stop her quickly moved out of her way when they saw the bite marks covering her body – knowing full well that any woman (or man) who bore those marks was the property of Frieza and that had a right to move freely among them. Bulma didn’t know this, but then her eyes didn’t see the guards. She was directionless as she plodded along, unprovoked by the guards…

Of course had they known that Frieza was lying in his bath tub upstairs bleeding to death, they would have killed her on the spot…But they didn’t know, so they did not stop her from walking deep into the holding cells until she found the one person who she trusted and loved - Chichi. Bulma didn’t even have to ask for the guards to unlock the door – they did so when she pointed her finger. They didn’t stop her when she left with Chichi, either, preferring not to involve themselves in Frieza’s affairs. What their Lord did in his free time was not their business, no was any of his female…friends.

“Bulma? Where are we going?” Chichi asked quietly. Her friend’s dark eyes were shadowed and distant and amidst all the numbness Bulma noticed that Chichi had bruises all along her neck and shoulders and that her coverall was ripped and torn. She met her friend’s eyes and smiled ever so slightly.

“We’re going away again, to a safe spot.” It seemed to Bulma that her voice was coming from a long way away, but she didn’t mind. Instead she pointed at the bruises on Chichi and demanded, “Who did that?” For the first time in months Chichi proudly drew herself up and some semblance of life returned to her dim dark eyes.

“The green haired one took me to his quarters and demanded that I pleasure him, but I didn’t…” Chichi grinned manically. “Goku had furthered my fighting abilities on Earth and I was able to land a fairly good kick on him. It took him by surprise. “Chichi added. “ I do believe I broke his jaw.” She looked down at her bruises, and smirked. “They beat me for that and then took me back to the quarters.” Chichi glanced up at Bulma, noting her friend’s bruised, bloody body and her unfocused eyes. “Who did that to you?” Chichi motioned at Bulma’s bite marks.

“Frieza did.” Bulma didn’t say anything more and Chichi did not question her, they travelled together in silence all the way down to the docking bay were Bulma found her ship and they left - still unchallenged by any of the guards. It wasn’t the grand escape Bulma had planned, but it was an escape all the same, although she couldn’t help but feel that she’d left a part of herself back on that ship.

Back with Frieza.

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I want to break it up I want to smash it up I want to fuck it up
I want to watch it come down

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Vegeta scowled at his reflection in the window as he surveyed space. The endless, starry void usually provided him with some solace, but tonight he found it provoking. Somewhere out there was the human woman, the woman who had fled his touch as though he was a monster. Vegeta’s hands clenched into fists as rage flooded his system – he was no monster, the only monster in this solar system was the one who had destroyed his home planet…and the woman’s.

He turned away from the annoyingly empty view and drew in a deep breath. Something had happened to his woman - to Bulma. He’d had felt a terrible power rip through her mind and had only just been able to stop it from destroying her mind and her body. Had it not been for his mental bond with the woman – albeit a bond which had formed by mistake – then the mind rape would have ruined her completely.

Vegeta’s scowl deepened, he knew it was Frieza who had raped Bulma and he intended to find the woman, get her away from that monstrosity and hide her away from him. The he’d make her regret leaving him. He’d make her beg for forgiveness and then he’d take her to bed, again and again and again until she realised that he was the only one who would ever give her satisfaction. The stupid woman would return to him one day, after all, not only was she his mate…she was also carrying his child.

The saiyan prince smiled chillingly as he thought of his revenge…

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Maybe afraid of it let's discredit it let's pick away at it
I want to watch it come down

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Bulma woke up to yet another dreary day. She lay in bed, staring at the blank walls in her bedroom in her ship for what seemed like hours before she mustered the energy to get up and get dressed. She put no thought into what she wore – something that the old Bulma would have been horrified with. Her mind fluttered briefly upon the thought that the scars were finally fading before it zoomed off again into space and Bulma resumed her zombie like trance.

It was easier not to think.

After they had fled Frieza’s ship she had star-jumped to a location which she had hoped was out of Frieza’s territory. Once there she had piloted them to an asteroid field where they had been hiding out for about a month now. The days had blended into each other seamlessly and time was difficult for Bulma to keep track of. All she knew was that every night she had nightmares about Frieza stalking her…and every night when she had gone back to sleep from that nightmare she would dream of Vegeta hunting her down, that blazing obsession haunting his eyes.

Somehow, Bulma knew, Frieza had opened some sort of floodgate in her mind and all of her past was coming back to life. She could feel Vegeta in her mind, a ghostly presence that she had forced out of her mind the first time with determination and mental blockades. Now, with Frieza having turned her world upside down her defences were down and both the men who had used and abused her were running rampant in her mind and making phantom appearances in her dreams.

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Now doesn't that make you feel better?
The pigs have won tonight

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“Hey Bulma.” Chichi walked unannounced into the room and smiled, disrupting Bulma’s troubled thoughts with efficiently. Chichi’s former dominating personality had been restored after her fight with Zarbon; she was now taking care of Bulma in the same way that Bulma had once taken care of her. “Did you sleep well?” She asked, somewhat cheerfully.

Bulma rubbed her eyes and with some degree of difficulty managed a smile for Chichi. “I had another dream…but I managed to get some sleep.” She stretched but quickly withdrew her arms when she felt a small feathery feeling in her stomach. Bulma gingerly put a hand on her stomach. With a knowing chuckle Chichi tiptoed over and watched as Bulma closed her eyes. Inwardly Bulma was still screaming - she knew now that she was pregnant to that arrogant saiyan prince Vegeta, and it was one of the worst discoveries she had made in her life.

Chichi however had been overjoyed when she had found out Bulma was pregnant, “Your going to love being a mom Bulma, its so much fun!” She’d said gleefully, practically drooling over the thought of another child to run around after. Bulma hadn’t been so sure though, after all this was going to be a half saiyan child, not a normal human baby. But Chichi had reassured her saying that Gohan had been a fine child and there was no reason why Bulma’s child would not turn out fine too.

Bulma hadn't been too sure about that either.

After all, the poor child had a mass murderer for a father.

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Now they can all sleep soundly
And everything is all right

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A/N – The end of another charming chapter, and I’m too tired to spell check. Sorry ‘bout that. It’s 1am and I’ve been writing for a few hours now. Let me know what you think – hopefully I captured Bulma’s post-rape madness well enough and Vegeta’s obsession with Bulma. Let me know what you think. I’m going to drink some peppermint tea.