Saiyan God

Ursa

Book Four
Volume 11
Ch. 145 Ursa
*Trigger Warning*

Pov. 
-Kara-

I slam the closet shut before storming out of the bathroom as the front door bursts open 

I’m confronted by four armored men

“Look everywhere!” he orders his men around without bothering to run it by Me

Granted My height and physique gave the impression of a 13 year old boy.

“Hey chump! How about you beat it, huh?!” I jump

These guys were big, and I could smell a whole bunch more on their way

In the state I am now I can’t even use My sharingan.

In order to do so I’d have to physically be able to do at the very least ten thousand push-ups in this body 

Not to mention sacrificing an organ or a limb to redirect the strain it puts on My body

“Shit.” I grumble

Still, I can take these two out. Easy.

Except, My mind was running in circles

Why?

All I could think about was the girl hiding in the closet

I have to run, while they’re distracted with her at least.

Yes, thats what I have to do..

But…

Why won’t My legs move?

I felt so anxious and almost hoping they wouldn’t find her hiding in the closet. But why?

What’s going on?

Why am I so hesitant?

Before I could do a thing someone wraps their arm around My neck and chokes Me down as the other beats Me with his staff 

“We’ll need this kid. He looks strong.” He pinches My cheeks

He walks around the room before Ursa bursts out of the closet and runs into the bathroom as I struggle to catch My breath

“C’mere little girl” he unbuckles his belt before following behind her

“Kyah!” she shrieks before she began kicking and squealing

I look away as he very clearly tore her clothes aside and slapped her around

I slam My forehead on the ground. Almost splitting My skull in two

My heart began racing and My stomach was turning inside out

I’ve never felt this way. Not in so long

I slam My head into the ground a second time. Trying to gather My thoughts.

…

It was some kind of rage. It was rage for someone else.

Almost like the idea of the girl getting raped in the room over unsettled Me for whatever reason.

I couldn’t explain it.

I had no idea what I was feeling.

But I had this sudden urge.

This itching fucking urge to tear these pricks apart

…

“Oh, man.” The guy on top of Me grumbles “he’s really giving it to her. Isn’t he?” He rubs his dick

…

Oh fuck.

No-no-no-fuck

I look around.