"No more…"
Disclaimers: throws hands up I surrender! I don't own dbz! Ok? But I do own my character, Ericka
A/N: Ericka is the person talking in the beginning, just to keep you from getting confused. The setting takes place on planet…hm…(ponders) its on earth...
As I opened my eyes, I looked around. An odd liquid surrounded me. I had a mask on so I could breathe. I couldn't remember what happened, and I certainly didn't know how I got here. As I looked myself over, I noticed I was wearing some kind of shorts, and not top or bra. My breath quickened. A man stepped towards the tank and pressed a button, which drained the liquid. I closed my eyes tightly. When I opened them, I was exposed to many men, looking at me as though they had never seen a woman before. The man who pressed the button earlier spoke.
"Vegeta…Take the girl to room 8A and dry her off with a towel."
The man he called Vegeta looked at me with some disgust. But, he walked over, picked me up, and walked off.
We arrived to a door, and he opened it. It was a pure white room, with pure white furniture and stuff in it. Vegeta got a towel and game towards me. I felt it was useless for me to fight back w/ this extremely muscular man, so I let him dry me off. My chest had a nasty wound, which bled when the towel whipped over it. I winced in pain. Vegeta went over to a white table.
"Sit." He ordered.
I sat. He took out a needle and thread, and stitched me up. He looked like he knew what he was doing. As I watched, he looked up at me a couple of times.
"Do you feel any pain?" He asked
"Yes, but its nothing I can't handle." I replied
"Don't worry. The liquid you were in cleaned it, so it's not going to get infected." Vegeta told me.
"…Thank you…" I said, trying to hold back all the pain
He looked me in the eyes, and nodded. For a moment, I thought he was going to kiss me.
"Who are you?" He questioned
"My name's Ericka. Who are you?" I asked back
He put some antiseptic on the stitches. "Weren't you paying attention earlier? My name's Vegeta. I'm the prince of all Sayins." He said in a somewhat harsh tone.
I just looked at him.
"Follow me." He said
I followed him down the hall, covering myself. He got me some clothes, although they were men's.
That night, I slept in the same room where I was bandaged up. I was scared. I didn't know where I was or what was going to happen to me. All I knew was that I had to be careful…
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