Until the End...
Chapter 3
I slowly awoke, the bed underneath me soft and cozy. I sighed a little, rolling over. My eyes popped open a moment later. Wait! What!? I shot up to a sitting position, looking around me. I was in a bedroom, the white downy comforter around me moving as I turned, looking around the room. My eyes narrowed. I fell asleep in the damn woods! Who the hell brought me into the house!? My jaw clenched, hoping it wasn't Vegeta's ass that had brought me here. I slid off the bed, my eyes searching. I saw my shoes at the end of the bed, quickly pulling them on, taking another look around before heading towards the balcony doors on the other side of the room. I looked out, making sure no one was outside before opening the doors, slipping out onto the balcony. I looked down, noting that I was on the second floor. I narrowed my eyes. I grabbed the railing, swinging a leg over. I brought the other one over as well, crouching as I moved my hands to the bottom. I jumped, rolling as I hit the ground. I jumped up, looking around me. Thankfully not seeing anyone, I took off, back towards the woods. I stopped at the entrance, glancing back. I paused, noticing someone standing on the balcony I just jumped off of. It looked like Vegeta, but I wasn't real sure. I narrowed my eyes, before turning and heading through the trees. Screw him! Screw all of them! I crossed my arms, walking around for awhile before finally stopping and sitting down. I ignored the gnawing in my stomach, narrowing my eyes. I stayed there for a couple hours, before getting up and strolling back the way I came. I stopped at the entrance, studying the shadows on the ground, the sounds of sparring reaching my ears. I looked up. Two men, from what I could tell, where sparring in the air. I slowly walked forward, watching them for a moment, before crossing my arms and lowering my head. I narrowed my eyes, walking across the clearing towards the house. I stopped suddenly, glaring at the man that landed in front of me. I went around Vegeta, my jaw clenched. He grabbed my arm, stopping me. He was breathing heavily, apparently one of the men that was sparring in the sky. I didn't turn, waiting for the ass to voice what he wanted. He pulled me backwards to stand in front of him again, his eyes narrowed.
"Are you going to tell me now?" he asked, his voice low.
I glared at him, straightening my spine. "No," I said simply, watching as he gritted his teeth.
"Hn," he grunted, his gaze raking over me. "I'm not taking you home until you do," Vegeta stated. I watched a smirk appear as my eyes widened for a moment.
My brows narrowed in anger. "Well then I guess we're at a stand still, because I'm not telling you anything until you take me home!"
"I guess we are woman," he said softly, studying me with those coal black eyes. I clenched my jaw, infuriated. We studied each other for a few minutes, before I went around him, my shoulders hunched.
"Jackass," I muttered, listening to the man growl behind me. I ignored him, tentatively stepping through the glass door into the kitchen. I was met by Bulma, her arms crossed, a foot tapping. Oh yeah! Let the woman try to snap at me! I wasn't in the damn mood! I glared at her, a frown on my face. I watched her take a step back, her eyes on my face. She cleared her throat.
"I was just," she paused, her gaze sliding away. "I was just going to ask if you were hungry."
I studied the woman in front of me, barely nodding when she finally looked at me. I heard her sigh in relief, before walking over to the stove. I sat at the table, my back to the door. Within a few minutes, a hot plate of food appeared in front of me. I glanced up, murmuring a thank you before I started eating. Bulma sat across from me, seeming to settle into the seat. I ignored her, quickly making work of the food. I swallowed the last bit after awhile, getting up and putting the plate in the sink. I glanced at the blue haired woman still sitting, watching a brow raise. She crossed her arms.
"So do you have a place to stay?" she asked softly, her eyes roaming over me.
I shook my head, not saying anything. I heard her sigh, glancing out the glass door. My body tensed as Vegeta and Goku came into view, walking towards the house. I looked over at Bulma.
"Can you take me to a room," I asked quickly, ignoring the surprise on her face. "Please," I ground out, when she just sat there.
She finally stood as the glass door opened, and I cursed under my breath. Bulma glanced at me, before looking back over at the two men.
"I'll be back you guys," she stated, pivoting on her heel. "I'm gonna show Sienna her room," she threw over her shoulder, disappearing through the swinging door.
I could feel Vegeta's glare on me, but didn't look back. I slowly followed the woman, a sigh escaping me.
A few days passed, and I was still on this damn planet. Vegeta refused to take me home, and I refused to tell him anything. Although exactly what he wanted to know, I wasn't real sure. But I knew that it wasn't good, and I figured, once he got the info out of me, he'll probably kill me. So, I didn't say anything. It pissed him off pretty bad, but I didn't give a damn! I was currently in my room, having woke up at the crack of dawn. I was doing some martial arts, having learned it years back, when me and my brother were preparing for the military. Even though I have no use for it now, I still practice it. Keeps me toned and balanced. Two things I need in my life at the moment. I couldn't afford to get sloppy, because it could depend on me getting the drop on the others. Especially Vegeta. I know he's stronger, of course, but strength is no good if you don't know how to use it! And intelligence is more viable than strength anyways. Without that, you might as well be a dumbass with muscles! And those people don't last long! I did a roundhouse kick, jabbing my elbow back against an invisible enemy, wishing I had a punching bag, or a dummy. Or Vegeta's head to hit! I smirked at the last thought, my eyes narrowing. I really didn't like that guy! I liked him on the show just fine! Thought he was hot! But in real life!? He was just a jackass, only focused on his wants and desires. And we were both stubborn, so I wasn't gonna be going home soon, and he wasn't going to get the information he wanted so bad. I slowed to a stop, taking a deep breath before doing some cool down stretches. I glanced at the clock. 6:07 am. I had another hour before Bulma and her mother would start cooking breakfast. I've been going down there, thankfully before the men, and eating before they showed. I didn't eat much, not wanting to prolong my stay down there, in case I ran into Vegeta. I lifted my arms above my head, stretching my back before slowly lowering, touching my toes. I lowered to the floor, leaning to the side and resting my head against my leg, grabbing my foot. I did the same to the other side after a few minutes, before laying forward, stretching my arms in front of me. I stood slowly, sighing. I grabbed a shirt, one Bulma had given me, and closed the adjoining bathroom door closed behind me. I felt bad now, at least towards Bulma, about how I acted the first couple days. She gave me a place in her home, and food, and clothes. I stopped being mad at her, because she could have easily just kicked my ass out! Although I didn't go out of my way to be nice to any of them, I didn't act like such a bitch towards the blue haired woman. I quickly bathed, changing into clean clothes and making my way downstairs. I silently groaned. Vegeta was already at the table, shoveling food into his big mouth. I didn't look at him, just made me a plate and sat at the far end, away from his ass. I could feel him studying me, but didn't look up. I heard a few people enter, glancing up briefly before returning my attention to my food. It was Yamcha and Tien, Gohan and Goku entering just seconds behind them. I ignored them, feeling all of them studying me. I polished off my plate, quickly standing and taking it to the sink. I could feel their eyes on me as they grabbed something to eat, chairs scrapping against the floor as they all sat. I didn't turn, taking another drink of my juice. I felt a tap on my hip, and looked down. Gohan was standing beside me, looking up at me with a curious stare. I felt a small smile appear on my face, studying the boy. He smiled back, letting his hand fall from my side.
"Hi," he said softly, watching me.
"Hi," I said back, listening as it got real quiet in the room. I wasn't stupid! I knew all the men were watching the exchange.
"Where are you from?" Gohan asked, his eyes never leaving my face.
"I'm from earth," I said, my small smile spreading into a grin as his brows furrowed.
"But," he paused, seeming to be thinking. "This is earth! And you're not from here."
"I know," I said softly, "I'm from a different...time," I whispered the last part, not real sure how to explain it. I watched Gohan's eyes widen, a gasp escaping him.
"Cool!" he grinned, his teeth flashing as he stared up at me.
A chuckle escaped me, and I laid my hand on his head. Someone grabbed my wrist, flinging it away. I glared at Vegeta, gritting my teeth. I looked him up and down, before doing an about face and leaving the kitchen, ignoring the looks of everyone. The bastard has to ruin everything! I was actually enjoying myself for a moment. Apparently he didn't like it! Asshole! I walked around the compound, having absolutely nothing to do! I ran into Bulma over an hour later, grumbling under my breath. She studied me for a moment, before softly asking if I would like to go with her to the city. I sighed gratefully, nodding. We left a few minutes after, and I could see her glancing at me from the drivers seat, as if I would suddenly attack her or something. She pulled into a parking lot, and I got out with her, slowly walking behind her towards what looked like huge buildings connecting to each other. A mall. She brought me to a damn mall! Hell! Pure hell! I groaned softly, sighing deeply before following her through the sliding doors. I kept my arms crossed, trailing behind the woman as she moved through the stores, grabbing things. A shirt was thrust at me. I looked down at it, then at the woman holding it to me.
"What are you doing?" I asked, narrowing my eyes when she smiled.
"I'm seeing if this fits you," Bulma stated, grunting a little before putting the shirt back onto the rack.
"Why?" I looked over at the clothes hanging off the racks, having no desire to try on any of the ugly shit, before moving my gaze back to Bulma.
"I'm buying you some clothes silly!" Bulma exclaimed, putting her hands on her hips.
I shook my head. "No," I stated firmly, walking away. I heard the click of her heels as she ran to catch up to me.
"Why not?" she puffed out, "You can't stay in those clothes forever Sienna! And I want to buy you some new things!"
"I'm going home soon, so there's no need," I said firmly, not looking at her. She grabbed my arm gently, letting go when I stopped and glanced back at her. She seemed to study me.
"Are you sure?" she asked softly, her voice almost a whisper. I furrowed my brows, looking away from the blue haired woman.
"Why do you say that?" I asked, turning back and meeting her eyes. I watched her bite her lip, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. Yeah! That's how short it was! Now you know why I don't want her picking my clothes out!
"Well," she said softly, "Vegeta hasn't said he was taking you home, did he?"
I was quiet for several minutes, before giving her a negative response. I turned my head, staring at the shops without really looking at them. I heard her sigh behind me.
"Can't I just buy you one outfit, at least!?" Bulma asked, making me shake my head. That woman just has to spend money, doesn't she!
"Fine," I said softly, my voice low. I crossed my arms, walking away from her.
"Hey wait! I thought you were gonna let me buy you something!?" I heard the woman click towards me, huffing a little. I didn't look at her.
"I am. But I don't wear none of that crap in that store!" I stated, hesitating for a moment before entering a decent looking establishment. At least it didn't have coochie cutter shorts in the window! I grabbed some jeans and a t-shirt, going to the back and slamming the changing door behind me. I heard the woman's damn heels clicking on the tile as she followed me. I quickly tried on the clothes, glad they fit, then flinging them over the door, listening with a slight smirk as the woman sighed loudly, before she clicked to the register to pay for them. I dressed quickly, grabbing the bag as she handed it to me going out the door.
"There, that's done. I'm going for a walk. I'll see you later," I stated, ignoring her questions and quickly leaving the mall.
I walked around the city, coming upon the square hours later. I sat on the fountain with a sigh, briefly closing my eyes. I really wish the damn man would take me home already. I wanted to talk to my brother, to actually sleep in my own bed, to walk around my own apartment without having to worry about running into a stubborn ass man and ruining my day. I opened my eyes, looking around. There were a ton of people here, some food carts ambling around the square, calling out to anyone that passed, trying to get buyers. A man was pushing a balloon cart, stopping when a young girl ran up, excitedly reaching for one of the animal shapes. I felt a small smile appear, watching for a moment. I stood, starting to head towards the big dome shaped house on the other side of the city. I passed a few stores, the establishments becoming sparse as I got closer to the compound. A man jumped out in front of me, slapping a switchblade out.
"Give me your purse bitch!"
I snorted, looking the idiot up and down. I met his eyes.
"Does it look like I have a purse, dumbass!?"
He studied me for a moment, before lifting the blade. "Fine, give me your wallet," he sneered, narrowing his eyes.
I smirked, watching his left eye twitch. "No." I didn't even have a wallet, but hell! I was trying to be controversial. I let the bag fall from my hand, narrowing my eyes as he swung. I grabbed his wrist, twisting it around. A yell came from the man, the blade falling from his hand. I yanked him towards me, kneeing him in the gut. I backhanded him across the face, watching dispassionately as he fell to the sidewalk. I kicked the blade away from him, stepping over him and grabbing my bag. I walked the rest of the way back to Bulma's house, pausing at the gate. Dammit! I didn't have a pass code, or a way to call the woman. I sighed, leaning up against the outside wall. Someone would eventually come out, or go in. The gate opened suddenly, and I looked back. No one was coming out. I shrugged, strolling through and slowly walking up to the front door. I knocked, crossing my arms. I studied the front yard, waiting for someone to come to the door. My head turned as it opened, my jaw clenching at the sight of Vegeta. Since when did he answer the door!? I glared at him, waiting for him to move. He smirked, slamming the door in my face. I actually snarled! The man was seriously pissing me off! He has officially gotten on my asshole list! I stomped down the steps, clenching the bag in my hand as I went around the house. I paused, watching Vegeta lean against the side of the door, on the other side. I knew he locked the kitchen door, that little smirk on his face. I gritted my teeth, my gaze moving towards the balcony that I knew was mine. I narrowed my eyes. I threw the bag, watching it land on the balcony. I sighed, before running and jumping against the side of the building. I pushed myself, grabbing the balcony railing. I pulled myself up, slinging my legs over the sides. I looked back at the door, smirking at the frown on Vegeta's face. He was glaring up at me, his brows narrowed. I put my hand up under my chin, flinging it out, giving him the official Italian "Fuck you!" He seemed to glare harder, and it looked like a snarl passed his lips. I entered my room, ignoring the man. I locked them behind me, throwing the bag at the end of the bed. I locked my bedroom door as well, knowing that if he broke in, it would wake me up. God! I can't stand that man!