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Beautiful Stranger: Chapter 1: Broken

Vegeta sat brokenly, his head in his hands and tears pouring from his eyes. The surroundings, his training pod in C.C.'s backyard, weren't much better. The whole pod was beaten to a pulp, from the walls to the ceiling to the floor. The computers were fried and electrical wires hung from the ceiling, buzzing as ripped electrical wires tend to do.

Suddenly Vegeta removed his head from his hands and looked at them blankly before smashing them into the ground. Red liquid ran from his hands as they lay like jello on the ground. Vegeta didn't have the will power to move them; he was too saddened by his thoughts of self-righteous suicide. "Kakarott!" he screamed, "how you mock me!" His blood was still running onto the floor when everything went black.

Vegeta awoke slowly, not quite ready to, but knowing that he had to none-the-less. Still trying to open his eyes, he became impatient with the world and did the only thing that seemed right. "Woman! Get in here!"

"Oh goodness!" Mrs. Briefs' peppy could be heard down the hall. "I'm coming Vegeta!" The click-clack of her heels came closer and closer until she entered the room and stopped. "Good-bye morning Vegeta!" Mrs. Briefs panted. Vegeta looked at her strangely, confused by the situation. Most of the time, it was Bulma who catered to him.

Mrs. Briefs, who seemed to sense his confusion, smiled sweetly at him. "Bulma is spending time with her sister. She's back!" Mrs. Briefs jumped into the air, her voice echoing throughout the room.

Vegeta, still confused, became irritated by the predicament. "The woman has a sister?" Mrs. Briefs nodded her head excitedly, desperately trying not to jump out of her stockings (had to come up with an old saying!).

"That's right, Vegeta," Bulma yelled from down the hall. He heard giggling after that. Bulma walked into the room and in after her came the most beautiful woman Vegeta had ever seen. Her long purple hair lightly touched the back of her knees while her dark green eyes haunted Vegeta's black soul. She, in short, was a full-fledged sex goddess.

Suddenly, the sex-goddess began walking towards Vegeta's bed. "Thank you," she whispered, her cheeks bring slightly red. How did she know? Vegeta thought silently.