Chapter 3 Creeping
Vegeta was gone for awhile. For two weeks straight, to be exact. During those two weeks, Tuesday was using everything in her power to get on my nerves. She acted like a child. even though it was apparent she was around my age. But I must admit, she was a hard worker, and very smart. After five days, she had the basic design down and twenty of our engineers on it. Very smart cookie, indeed. She even ordered them around like I would. "Didn't I say to bring the semi-retractor for the left arm?! That's the anti-retractor for the right arm! Or you blind? Do you have cataracts or some shit? Geez!"
She barely talked with anyone, just me. During my morning coffee, she would often sit at the table and pour her own cup, saying nothing. Then I would have to find some ice breaker: "So, what's the deal, where did you go to school at?" "Personal." "Personal, eh? Well, were did you come from, your hometown?" "Far away." "Hmm. Is that your real hair?" "Yes." "Good, an answer." "I have a question for you, Briefs." Oh, I thought. "What, Cups?" "When is your man coming back?"
In my life, I've had some pretty outrageous questions asked to me, things like my taste in cereal to if I swallow or not. But that one, that one was a killer. I know this bitch did not ask about my man. "Why?" "Just wondering." "Why?" "I can't ask?" "Hell, no. Why are you concern about Vegeta?" "Just never mind." She got up to leave, quickly I might add, noticing how upset I was getting. What nerve. I could tell she wanted to ask that for a long time. Tuesday asked so naturally, like there was nothing wrong with knowing. That worried me. Her concern for Vegeta disturbed me. What bothered me even more was the fact that he stared at her for such a long time when they met.
He returned after about twenty-five nights and got right into the shower. Didn't say where he went or how Trunks or I was doing. Couldn't care less, I guessed. As he bathed, I settled down into bed, turning his side back, as I always did. I decided to put on a special little nighty, hoping to get his attention. I have been lonely for weeks.
"Whose panties are on the floor in there," Vegeta asked as he closed our door. "You don't wear yellow panties." I was impressed he knew my choice of panties, but more angry at Tuesday for bathing in my bathroom without me knowing. "Probably Tuesday's. I told her specifically not to go into MY bath." "Why is SHE here?" He remembers her. "Her and dad are working on a project for the Royal Army. She'll be here for awhile." "Oh, yeah? Hmm." He raised his eyebrow for a moment, contemplating about something. "Vegeta," No response. "Vegeta, dear." "..........huh?" I leaned over to him, to whisper in his ear, placing my hand on his thigh. "I've missed you." He grinned. "I've missed you too, Bulma."
"WHAT THE HELL!?"
I awoke around two in the morning. A male voice disturbed. "Vegeta," I mumbled. "Go back to sleep." "I can't," he whispered, freighting "Oh, and why not?" "Because, there's a knife to my throat!"
I turned to his side quickly and found Tuesday on top of him. But before I could even begin to get upset about her being in such a position, I noticed a knife to his throat. The queer thing about that was...no one was holding it. "One move, Vegeta," Tuesday began, "And you're history." I crept out of bed, slowly, hoping she won't even care. "Tuesday, why are you--" "Stay out of this, blue eyes! This is between my fiancé and me'." "HUH?!" Vegeta looked the other way when I tried to face him. "Vegeta, what is Cups talking about? Is this true?" "Hell no! I don't know this woman!" The knife came closer, drawing blood from his throat. "Okay, yes I do! But I never agreed to marry this Sinken." Then, I became really confused. I tried to analyze all this in my mind before I asked what the hell that was.
Homegirl creeps into our room, claims that Vegeta is hers, and threatens to kill him with a knife that she is controlling with her mind...
I got back into bed and turned over. "Bulma! What the hell do you think you're doing?" "This'll be really funny when I tell you about my dream tomorrow." "What do that mean?!" "This dream. Good Night." "BULMA, GET YOUR SILLY-ASS UP AND HELP ME!" Tuesday began to laugh. "Vegeta, why haven't you told anyone?" I sat up. "Look, I don't know who you think you are besides a cracked-out scientist, but if you don't get up off my man like that, you and me are going to have to fight." Again, she laughed. "Oh, you think this shit is funny? Get the HELL off my Vegeta with that damn butter knife now." "Try me..." So I did, and I swung at her. "NO, BULMA!" Before my fist could even make contact with her mouth, a force came over me. I was thrown telekinetically across the room out the balcony. Quickly, I grabbed on to the ledge, my sheer gown blowing in the chilly wind.
"Finally," I overheard Tuesday say. "After traveling millions of light years, I found my prince again." "And I have found my supposed princess." My heart paused. Princess? Were they really engaged? "Get off of me. Bulma is..." "Dead. Forget about her. Even if she is hanging on to the balcony, that chilly wind will surely knock her down to her death. Now, on to better things. Heh, I don't mind having a stepchild." "Travina, get off of--" "No, I will not. This is right. We were meant to be together, don't you agree? Have you forgotten our battles, our missions, and our passion?" "I'm not going to say this again. Get off of m--" His voice was muffled, and I couldn't make out any noise after that. I pulled myself up only to see her kissing him, holding on to his face. But what surprised me was I couldn't tell whether he was kissing back. He was. "Vegeta!" I yelled out. My right hand lost grip off the ledge and I began to fall. As I dropped I felt like my nightmares were coming true. He was attracted to other women. He does think that I am replaceable.
When I opened my eyes, I was on the ground, in Vegeta's arms. "You okay?" "yea, yeah. Vegeta?" "Yes?" "WHY?! WHY DID YOU KISS HER BACK!?" He looked the other way. It was freezing, but the aura Vegeta was giving off was lowering my temperature even more. "Come here, you're cold." I looked around, wondering where Tuesday was. Laying unconscious on the ground some feet away from us, she was hit by Vegeta it appeared. And then I turned to him, looking for some honesty in his eyes. "It's true. Travina and I were once lovers. When I saw her again, in that position, with that shine in her eyes, I just couldn't re--" "Damn you!" My slap to his face wasn't what hurt him and brought about that look; it was the look in my eyes. "I thought I was the only one that you saw beautiful. Now that I think about it, you never called me that, or anything related to it." "That's because you're not," Tuesday interrupted, awakening. Her frail black gown hung helpless from her shoulders, hair blowing in the wind, blood dripping from her mouth. "All Sinkens are beautiful like me, because we're all female." "What? Vegeta?"
