A New Destiny

Blankstareofdoom: Hey all, I decided to look into Dragon Ball Z again to draw a picture for someone who is obsessed with the series and to be honest I kinda felt a weird sensation. I haven't watched the series since 8 years ago and I was surprised by all the innuendos and how the characters I used to be in love with were actually real jerks… no I'm not talking about Vegeta, I mean GOKU. C'mon the man leaves, refuses to come back and dies all the time while poor Chichi cries her eyes out for him. I could rant all day but here we go, this is for a friend of mine, enjoy~!

"Rinna! Darling, will you do me a huge favor?" An arm wrapped around me as I sat reading my English book. That shrill voice would surely drive me mad one of these days. I can't really say that I understand why I'm still living in this huge mansion, but what I can say is that it beats walking miles on end just to get to school. Even if I did want to move out where would I go?

"What is it this time? 'Take out the trash', 'balance the checkbook', or perhaps 'do my laundry'?," Shutting my book in a rather threatening manner, I turn around to get out of the loose grasp. "I'm not a personal slave Bulma! I'm your friend and you should start treating me like one." I'm not a complainer… BELIEVE me. Bulma just brought the worst in me! I admit I enjoy fighting with her about stupid things such as the length of my hair and the clothes she wears or even the fact that a training-driven mad man was living in the house. Well, he wasn't really living IN the house for you see he was always training in the stupid little orb a few inches outside of the house.

"Hey! I've been a good friend! What about that time I set you up on that date when you felt lonely?" She retorted, crossing her arms with a huff as usual. That little quip only made my lip quiver and my face harden into a sort of snarl. "I had to pull a LOT of strings and you ended up kicking the guy off of a two story building!"

Ah yes… the DATE. "Bulma! I told you I'm not into blind dates, and you set me up on one anyways! Do you know how much work I missed just for a guy to look up my skirt and fondle me?" I shouldn't be yelling, normally when a fight breaks out things get rather, well, messy. "And besides… Men just end up breaking me and making me cry…" I whispered low as I looked to the ground, trying not to move into another pity spiral. This was my fifth year in College and I am an average girl with light brown hair in a common stacked bob. The only abnormal thing about me was that my eyes were two different colors! The right eye is blue and my left eye is brown. I'm always mocked for it because I'm sort of a late bloomer… The brown eye is my stronger eye so my classmates call it the 'smart' side of my brain. I got the mutation only because I drank a hell of a lot of crap I found laying around my house. Not a good idea, but I was a crazy teen.

Bulma looked a little worried as I took a turn for the worse. I was bringing down the mood of the whole mansion. "Well, look, Rinna I didn't mean to make you upset… but I really do need this favor." She looked genuinely serious. " I need you to bring the prince his dinner. He refuses to take a break and maybe if you go in he'll stop and eat."

"What makes me so special?"

"You don't scream at him…" Touche… Bulma always started mini wars with Vegeta. It always ended the same way: Bulma started screaming, Vegeta screamed back, and Bulma got depressed and cried. Maybe she did deserve a break.

"…I guess, but you owe me one Bulma. You know how I feel about the man…"

"Ah, you rock! Here," she handed me the tray and scooted me off the couch and out the door. "I'll be out with Yamcha, toodles~!" She waved her fingers at me as she closed the door and skipped off.

"W-wait Bulma you-" she was gone… If I had known she was going off with Yamcha I would have said no. And here, I thought she seriously had to do something important. Maybe I was just jealous of her happiness. I turned around to face the pod, swallowing hard as I approached the shaking orb. I knew he was doing something dangerous in there, but I had to get the task done. I told Bulma I would and the spiky-haired livid man would be hungry and possibly even more enraged if I didn't feed him. "Feeding the beast…" I whispered, grinning to myself. I found myself so hilarious at times… Pretty sad huh?

As I ascended the steps to get up to the door of the orb I knocked on it gently. After not hearing even a grunt I knocked louder. "Oh Prince, your Princess left you food." I sang in a rather exasperated manner. There was still no response. Then after a moment a faint 'Go Away' was heard. "C'mon you have to eat some time…" I paused, making a slight sigh. "You know it as well! Training takes energy which comes from food which you NEED." My major was NOT psychology. I couldn't reason with anyone for my life. If it ever came up that I would need to give a reason for someone to not kill me I would be dead. It's not my fault… I just can't lie to anyone! It was how I was raised.

The pod opened forcing me to jump back so the door wouldn't crush me. I expected the Prince to come out looking just as pristine as he did going in, but to my surprise he was smelly, sweaty, and beaten. "…" His eyes glared down at me as I admired his physique with my lips parted in disbelief. "Well slave woman, give it to me…" He growled as he held his hand out to me. Ah yes, the tray. I handed it to him as he looked me up and down. He had seen me… oh yes he had. But who exactly was I? Why was the Blue haired woman not there to feed him? Was I her replacement now?

Before he could speak I spoke to him as if I knew what he was thinking. "Bulma said that I was less likely to fight with you and get you out of your training pod to eat…" I didn't argue with the 'slave woman' comment. And I sensed a bit of disappointment. Normally Bulma would have yelled at him and judging by his face he found it rather amusing. She sure knew how to tame em'. I held my arm as I eyed him through my bangs. He wasn't leaving, but he was eating. This was so awkward! It was like he was expecting something else from me. I wasn't that good looking so what could it be? I mean, I had the shoulders of an athlete but my body was short and my hips were large. Maybe he was marveling at how I was so weak or how he was actually taller than me? "Well, since my job is done, I think I'm going to go… finish reading…" I turned to leave but I still felt his eyes on me. I was becoming nervous! I just wanted to turn around and tell him to knock it off, but I couldn't. This wasn't going to be my day… I could just feel it…

Later that night…

Bulma was still out and I was left alone. In this house, I was never entirely alone! Bulma's parents were always in the kitchen or the lab and sometimes there were random green people or other friends staying over. But at the moment there was a serene quiet in the living room where I was finishing up writing colorful sticky notes to tag at important pieces of each page in my book. I was in for a real treat… to be graced by the Prince's presence. My book was snatched out from my hand, making me jump. There went my peace… "What are you doing? Give that back RIGHT now!"

"I don't take orders from anyone, woman…" he replied, keeping the book just out of my reach as he flipped through the pages. "Oh, you've even laced the pages with colorful papers... how cute." He noted sarcastically. "Why not just color the whole damned book in rainbows…"

"Why don't you just leave me alone, Vegeta? I have to finish my homework!" I grabbed back the book with an annoyed growl. "Go back to training!"

He looked a little confused at the idea of 'home work'. But the bigger issue at hand: This was the first time he was actually told to go back to training. It was a huge adjustment… "Well, now I don't feel like it." He crossed his arms, glaring through the back of my head. Vegeta was nothing but a spoiled brat who needs someone to fight with him. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of attention. "Woman, why do you mark the colorful notes on the book pages?" he smirked.

Oh, was that supposed to be a smart remark? I shut my book once again, finding his question a little too hard to swallow. "To help me remember important pieces and quotes from the book." A devious idea ran through my head as I peeled another sticky note off of the batch. One more stupid question or stupid remark and I would…

"Hah… you can't remember the material in a book, what are you an idiot?" his smirk, that was it. All I needed to play with him. Vegeta's arrogance was making my head stir. My hand quickly moved as I hit his large forehead with one of the colorful squares. "…you…" he growled.

"Hey, be greatful it's a GREEN sticky… actually, I think that this color suits you much better…" I stuck another note to his face. Pink. Oh how Pink was NOT his favorite color. I should have remembered when Bulma infuriated him with the pink shirt and yellow pants. He looked ridiculous. The only thing I remembered next was his hand on my neck and not being able to breathe. The actual pressure around the neck didn't hurt as much as the lack of air did. My lungs were crying for air as he didn't let up. He was seriously going to kill me over a stupid sticky note? I gagged and gripped his arm as he held me down his eyes hard and dangerous, veins popping out on his forehead as he scowled at me. Was I going to die? It was hard to concentrate on his speech… I only caught 'fool' ' idiot' and 'die'. As my breath soon disappeared I really thought I was done for. I was brought to darkness followed by a fuzzy black and white rectangle of vision which resembled the annoying static of a television screen that was out of order. As my eyes reopened I found him with his lips attached to him, his fingers plugging my nose as he breathed into me. I could feel cold sweat all over my body… Fear.

I gasped and pushed him off of me as I started breathing again, my eyes tearing as I grasped my throat. Scary, but exhilarating. I was alive, and he saved me from himself. He probably knew that if he killed me Bulma would go ballistic on him. He just kneeled on the couch watching me breathe deeply as liquid flooded from my eyes. He had no apology. He just watched as if to make sure I wasn't really dead. How did I suddenly become a liability? "Y-you…" I gasped, looking to him with disbelief.

"Well, now you know not to cross me, woman…" he crossed his arms as if it were her fault that he did that to her. It was as if he thought he was training her… It was so irritating and I couldn't take much more of this.

"Rinna."

"What?"

"My name, it's Rinna…" I was so mad, but I was scared out of my wits. Sadly enough I was like a kicked puppy. I felt as if he had tamed me. I grabbed my books shakily, wanting to get away from him as soon as I could. So this was how a battered woman felt… defenseless, weak, and scared.

"…Woman." I tensed, turning to see him holding up my book. 'Shakespeare's Classics'. I felt my shoulders tense at his voice. "You forgot one." I wasn't about to go back and take it. I wanted to leave.

"Keep it." I had a quip to add, but I didn't want to enrage him any further. And as I walked off, I could have sworn he was smirking.