A/N:  Thank you all to the 5 people that reviewed!! (Well, 6, but I reviewed myself cuz I like to do that!) You don't realize how it made my day!! ^_^ heehehee.  So, just for you guys I dedicate this chapter to all of you!  So here it is!  Chapter 1.

Warning:  Silliness up ahead, but it does get a little darker towards the end of the chapter

Disclaimer:  There is no need for this, but it's fun to put up anyway.

Never Assume Your Presumptions are Correct

The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, the bees were buzzing, the deer were frolicking, the children were laughing, the tranquility of it all was astounding.  It was a rarity for a day to begin with such peacefulness, but Mother Nature relaxed amongst her setting, enjoying the everlasting harmonious serenity.

"DAMMIT!!!"

Err, okay, so not so everlasting.

"Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit…"

            The once laughing children screamed as they ran for the hills, the deer darted into the underbrush, the bees hid among the flowers, and the birds instantly ceased their songs.  Even the sun seemed to dim as a rage of blue flew against the background of mother nature.

"I give him food, I give him shelter, I even let him have a friggin gravity room knowing full well that gift could very well be my demise, and all I get as a thank you is 'My toy's broke, fix it'?"

            Bulma continued to mutter under her breath various obscenities as she closed in on the gravity room.

"Look at me!"  She mimicked, (still royally pissed), "I'm Mr. High and Mighty Prince of the Asses!  Bow down before me, for I am just a friggin three year old trapped in a—"

"Talking to yourself again, woman?"

            Bulma stopped her verbal tirade, silently promising death threats to the man blocking her path. 

"Out of my way, vegetable breath," She huffed as she stepped to the right, hoping to make her way around the saiya-jinn.  But before she could get around, that very saiya-jinn blocked her path again.

Vejiita glared menacingly, even more so than he usually would.  Leaning over, "What did you just call me?"

Bulma looked down and sighed in exasperation.  She had a lot of work to finish in her lab, (due to numerous destructions of the gravity room by a certain you know who), and she was running behind as it was.  She was not in the mood for this……not at all.

She looked up, returning the glare, momentarily forgetting who she was dealing with.


"Obviously you've been lying about your 'superior saiya-jinn hearing' so I'll say it again.  Out of my way, vegetable breath."

Vejiita leaned closer still, his breath landing on her face destroying Bulma's personal bubble space.  She was starting to feel uncomfortable, but she wouldn't let him know that.  She'd lived in the same house with this alien for a little over a year now and her fear had pretty much vanished.

'He's like a toddler.  If it doesn't go his way he throws a tempertantrum.'

"Woman, obviously you have forgotten your place.  I am to be addressed—"

"Oh, bugger off!  I'll call you whatever I want to!  You live in my house, you eat my food!"

"Woman," He growled—literally growled, "You are hanging on to a very, very thin line."  But the blue haired human continued to ignore him, focusing on her ranting.

"I've been with you for over a year now, I know how you work.  I know you as well as I know the back of my own hand!  And I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but you are no longer the least bit frightening!  You're about as scary as Lassie."  She crossed her arms in triumph, satisfied with her little speech.  But her look of satisfaction soon turned defensive upon looking at the subject of her ranting's face.

Vejiita's hands were clenched in fury at his sides, but that is not what troubled Bulma.  It was the fury and anger in his eyes that frightened her.  She could see, almost feel, the fire and anger lashing out at her. 

Her eyes widened, 'Maybe I went a bit to far this time?  Should I apologize?  No!  It's not my fault that saiya-jinns can be so hyper-sensit—"

Before she could finish her train of thought, she found herself on the ground, lying under the very saiya-jinn that had been giving death glares to her seconds before.

"Ow, dammit, Vejiita that hurt!!  You could've warned me before—"  But she cut her sentence off as she felt a hand circling around her neck.  The hand wasn't strangling her or anything of that matter, it was just lightly resting itself around her throat.  But that scared her more than if that hand had been tightening.

"Vejiita, get the hell off me."

The saiya-jinn prince leaned over, whispering in her ear.

"No."

No? 

She wouldn't admit it, she didn't want to admit it, not even to herself, but she was about to contradict herself and she didn't give a flying rat's ass.  She was starting to get frightened.

She struggled against him, "I'm serious, monkey brains, get the fuck off of me!!!" 

Vejiita replied with a sinister chuckled, "That's no proper way for a lady to talk,"  His hand detached itself from Bulma's neck.  She sighed in relief but soon tensed as she felt the hand begin to trace circles lazily along her collarbone.

"Vejiita, I'm serious.  If you don't get off of me this minute I will scream so loud that not only will you go deaf, but Yamucha, and Goku, and everyone else will come and beat the shit out of you."  Her voiced quavered at the end of her sentence.  She was beyond frightened now, she was terrified.

"I commend you on your bravado, but I must say you are such a hypocrite.  Still not frightened?"  Bulma whimpered as his hand left her collarbone to trail along the tops of her breasts.  She inwardly cursed herself for wearing a low cut tank top that morning.  Her breath caught in her throat as she felt him press his entire body against hers.

Whispering into her ear, she heard his deep throaty growl, "You do realize, that I could have you here and now, and you would be powerless to stop me."

Bulma's eyes shot open, "You wouldn't," She barely breathed out, "You're not like that, even you, a cold blooded bastard of a killer, wouldn't do that.  You wouldn't rape me."  She shuddered at that word.  Never in her life, would she have thought she would be in that position.  But now, everything she thought she knew had flown out the window.

'Please God,'  She silently prayed, 'If I live through this, I will duct tape my mouth for a week!' 

He chuckled as he sniffed the air and then grinned.  He lightly squeezed her breast, causing the fair skinned to whimper and tremble in fear.

He whispered again, "It's only rape if the person is unwilling."

Bulma's voice wavered, "What the fuck do you mean by that!"

Vejiita chuckled again and lifted himself off the cowering woman, "Next time, do not presume you know everything about me."  He started to walk off as Bulma rose from the ground.

"I want the gravity room ready for me by mid-afternoon—"

Bulma sat up, hugging herself, as she watched the saiya-jinn walk of into the compound.

"Oh, and woman," He turned around, smirking at her, "You know exactly what I mean by that."  She opened her mouth to reply, but he turned right back around and continued his path.

Bulma silently watched him walk away.  When she could no longer see him, and she felt the coast was clear, she did something she thought would never be accomplished through and by Vejiita, the Saiya-jinn no Ouiji.

She buried her head in her hands, and cried. 

A/N:  *sniff sniff* I know that chapter was a little disturbing, but it's all necessary to the plot!  That, and I'm sick of all those fanfics making Vejiita out to be this goody-two-shoes.  I mean, come on!  He was a cold-blooded killer!  I wanted to bring some of that back!

P.S. I'm still having trouble with the bolds and italics!  Bunni Girl, thank you for the help, but I think my blonde is getting to me!  LoL.  I tried just what you said, but it didn't work.  Poopie.  Anywho, review, review, review!