Chapter 2: Bulma

Things changed after that day. I thought that I would never see him again. It would have been better if I hadn’t. Everything seemed to take turns for the worst.

A month or so later a servant came in my room with some news. She told me my sister was with child and her and her husband were very happy. I was excited at this news. My sister was going to have a baby! Then she broke the bad news to me.

“Oh and your parents found someone to marry you, or rather someone found you.”

My expression switched to puzzled, “What do you mean? Who would want to marry me? I’m only fourteen.”

“Well I’m not sure hon. Um I think his name was…Vegeta. Oh you know that prince. He’s quite a bit older than you girl. He’s almost twenty and you’re almost fifteen. Good luck with that anyway.”

My breath was caught in my throat and for a moment I could not speak. My servant looked at me for a while, “Are you okay?”

“Yes. I just…I don’t understand. I guess I’m just shocked.”

“Well my dear, don’t be nervous you’ll be just fine. You’re a fine girl you know. He’ll love you.”

I smiled a little, “Yes. He’s very…um desirable himself.”

“Oh that’s what I heard too hon. I hear he’s been with a lot of girls but has never married any of them or stayed with them. You are so lucky.”

“Uh yes. Lucky.”

My thoughts push me back to that day two months prior. He was so nice to me, very flattering and proper, but when he had me in the other room he changed. Things just got different when he pulled me up to his waist. I felt really wrong like that, like I was doing something that I shouldn’t have. Well even though I know this was true I couldn’t stop him. It was not only the fact that I couldn’t but I didn’t want to. As he gets inside me I start to cry for the pain is to great to keep to myself. He is no longer anything he was before and he ignores my sobs of pain. Then I realize he really doesn’t care. My body shivers one last time against the cold wall as he pulls my skirts back down. Then he does something I never thought he would do, he puts me on the floor and leaves the room. I sit in the corner and sob because I let this man take advantage of me.

But then, how could I tell my parents no? I could not give them a reason for my decision. They would certainly make me marry him if I had told them. So I guess this was my fate and I would just have to accept it.

The End...Maybe?
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