First B/V Fanfic! Woo Hoo! Don't judge TOO harshly!;) And remember enjoy!
I ran a hand through my long aqua hair and stumbled into the bathroom, all the while groaning. As I leaned over the sink and inspected myself carefully in the mirror my eyes shut immediately at the state of my appearance. Rough Night..
I had a strand of drool hanging disgustingly out the corner of my mouth, mascara smeared all over my face, and crusty eye jam in my usually stunning eyes. Today was not going to be a good day.
I balled my fists up and tried to rub the sleep out of my eyes. This is all because of him. I provide him with food ,a place to stay, fix his gravity room constantly, and tries my absolute best to look after him and this is what I get? I seethed silently to myself as I thought back to last night.
Flashback
"Woman, Woman, Bul-moose…Where are you, you blasted woman?"
I sighed and shut my tired eyes and leaned my rounded hip against the counter and took a sip of my cold tea trying ,unsuccessfully, to ignore his existence. I grit my teeth as I felt his presence standing in the kitchen doorway behind me.
"Woman, Woman. I know you fucking hear me!" He marched up to me, grabbed my arm and spun me around making me wince as my mug of tea hit the floor. Splashing against the back of my legs. Good thing it was cold.
"Do you not fucking hear me or are you just that fucking stupid to realize when someone is calling you?" I inhaled fearfully as I studied his angry face. He wore a tight scowl, typical Vegeta. I looked deep into his black eyes, watching the growing anger and hatred form there. Poor guy. His grip was growing painfully tight on my upper arm.
I winced and looked up at his black flame hair and wondered absent-mindedly what it would feel like to touch. I gathered my courage and spoke, "My name is not Woman neither it is Bul-moose. I would answer if you would gain some respect and call me by my given name."
His grip tightened even further if possible, but I stared him in the eyes drinking in the emotions I saw swirling in their dark depths. I saw hatred, a hatred beyond no other, for what? Goku? Frezia? This planet? Its People? Me? No it was a different kind of hatred, self-hatred.
After standing in silence starring each other down for a minute or so his grip on my arm disappeared. I wrinkled my eyebrows in confusion at his antics. 'What is he doing?
His voice softened. "Woman-" I bit the tip of my tongue so I wouldn't snap instead opting to listen to this new softer voice of the dark man. I actually wanted to hear what he had to say.
"That blasted machine is broken again, and you need to get your fat ass out there and fix it." My eyes widened into tennis balls. I knew this new voice was too good to be true. There is no softer side of Price Vegeta. I watched as that smug smirk crept onto his handsome face.
"I'll fix it when I get a chance your Majesty," I spat out angrily. That smug look on his face grew even bigger at my words. "Nice to hear you finally learning how to address royalty correctly."
I snorted, a loud obnoxious snort. He didn't like that too much. He narrowed his eyes even further grabbed my arm and pulled me too him, so that his warm breath fanned over my ear, sending chills up my back.
"Learn your place woman or I'll shall have to put you in it," and with that he grabbed a handful of my ass squeezed….Then pushed me away roughly. "Blasted sayain", I mumbled as I watched him turn on his heel and march triumphantly out of the kitchen.
I ran to my room throwing myself on the bed in the process. I cried. Not for me, but for him, because I couldn't imagine what kind of tortured life my dark houseguest has had to endure all because of that..that monster..That's when I decided right then and there, that I would try with everything I had to become the sayain prince's friend. His only friend.