Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z, but I do own my character. This is written in two POVs, Brolly and my character.
How. How could she do this to me? I'm a freaking monster for crying out loud, not someone to take mercy on. But she did.
Thanks to someone wishing the wrong person back to life, I was taped down by Vegeta and his blasted blue-haired mate, and she did something to me. She installed some sort of device, a little similar to the one I had when I was younger, but it seemed to be inside my body, along with a bomb to kill me if I did anything naughty. Then she walks into the room, and I freak out and press her against the wall. She seemed to eye me, trying to figure out who I was. Then Bulma walks in and 'turns me off.' After I let her go, Bulma introduces her. The salmon hair colored girl with jade green eyes is Bulma's cousin, and here to take me to her home, because I apparently couldn't be around the other Saiyans and demi Saiyans. Her name is Mai Kia, I am told to be a good little boy for her, because I'm so lucky to be taken in. I follow her out to her car, a pitiful black pickup truck, and I am smooshed into the passenger seat.
"So…Hum…Do you want to go grocery shopping first? Or…Uh, clothes shopping? Bulma gave me her credit cards..Cos..You Saiyans like..To eat..." Her voice trails off as I watch her blankly.
"Food shopping." My voice feels so rusty as my onyx eyes meet her beautiful jade green ones. She smiles a little, probably grateful to get a response. She starts the pickup and we're off. As she's driving, I stare at the little black box. What was that called again? Radar? Rocket? "Do you want to listen to the radio?" That's what it was called. She leans over, her sweet scent bathing my body as she switches it on. We arrive at the food store, and I watch her. She's also watching me, unsure of how to do this. I had tangled my seatbelt on purpose, just to get her to touch me. She hesitantly reaches over, her soft hands trying to untangle it in vain.
I grasp her left hand, causing her to jump back in her seat in surprise. I continue to hold her hand, making her nervous. I can feel her heartbeat increase with every second I hold her hand, until I let it go. I break the seatbelt off and get out of the car. "You didn't have to break my seatbelt." She said, rather annoyed, because she feels her cheeks flush from that experience.
"Are we going to get food or not." I ask, as she locks the car. "Oh shut up." I bite my lip. No, calm down Brolly. Yes, I am supposed to not rip people's guts off if they tell me to 'shut up'. I need to calm down. But those darned words sting my mind. Those were the words my father Paragus had told me my entire life. So of course I hated them. Soon, Mai Kia realizes that I'm frozen like a statue, and she walks back to me. "Hey, you okay? You sick or something?" She placed a cool hand on my forehead. Well, she tried to, as she was maybe five feet four inches, and I was six feet. She blushes as she realizes her hands can barely reach past my face, and her face turns beet red as I grasp her hands again. I raise them above her head, causing her to show off the chest that was inherited in the females of the Briefs' bloodline.
"Put me down!"
"Why."
She struggles, and lands a kick on my shin. It barely hurt me, but hey, at least she tried. I release her, receiving very angry looks from her. "Bulma told me that you would be no problem. But you're just like her stupid husband, Vegeta. Always taking advantage of her. Good for you, being such a pervert." She storms off into the store, leaving spectators to watch my next move. "Dude, with a babe like that, I wouldn't let her walk away. I'd rather lose this battle than lose that chick." A teenaged boy with tattoos all over his arms gives me wisdom. I swear, then follow her into the store.
Author's note
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