Okay, second chapter of Strangers. The song from this and last chapter is from Tarzan. K? I love the reviews I got! I love making Bulma smart! BUT that means I have to get my thesaurus ready. I love that thing!
*I wanna know, can you show me
I wanna know about these
Strangers like me
Tell me more, please show me
Something's familiar about these strangers like me...*
*.*.*.*.*
Strangers: Chapter 2
"Now, Linet will lay down all of the rules that you will be expected to follow. If you don't, the ultimate punishment is death," said the guy.
'Gosh, these people are cruel. They must really like death and destruction to kill people off like that,' Bulma thought to herself. The guy then turned on his heel and left. A skinny girl of about twelve stepped out of the shadows silently.
She cleared her throat and said, "The slaves in the palace are not seen or heard unless called upon. You will wear only brown, black and white from now on. If you try to escape, you will be punished because a) you can't escape from the security around here any way and b) because if you escape from your chores...let's just say...the prince will be pissed and will have baldy kill you." She looked down as if ashamed. "You are to be in this wing if you have free time, which you most likely won't, so that they can keep tabs on you. You are not to talk to anyone above your status, unless you want to be whipped or die. I would follow these rules if you wish to stay alive for more than one week. You will be assigned three to a room. Please follow me."
The girl led them down the hall to an open door. Then, she took the first three people in line and threw them (literally) into it. She walked to the next room and the next three went in without hesitation. This went on until there were only three people left. A blonde, Bulma, and ChiChi. "You guys get this room. You will report to the dining hall at 3:00 o'clock to eat and then help prepare the dining room or food whichever you are assigned to." The three nodded and the girl walked out, closing the door behind her.
"Hi, I'm Bulma," she said to the blonde.
"I'm #18," she said with a monotone voice.
"That's an unusual name, but I'm ChiChi," she said.
"Nice to meet you two. N--" she was cut off by a knock at the door. ChiChi answered it to see the girl that had showed them to their room earlier.
"And dear," she said to Bulma. "You're going to need to get all that dye out of your hair before you go to work tomorrow."
"THIS IS MY NATURAL HAIR COLOR!" she yelled at her.
"It is? Well...I'm not sure if they'll be mad or not, but I'm not allowed to let anyone dye their hair so you get to keep it the way it is," she said.
"OK," said Bulma. The girl (who I'm going to call Linet) walked out of their room and closed the door. "Oh well, I'm tired." She walked to one of the two bunk beds and climbed on top. "'Night."
*~* Next morning *~*
Bulma woke up with a stiff neck and sore back, but a great idea. She hopped out of her bed to get to her lab (which isn't a good idea seeing as how she's on the top bunk). She landed hard on her feet and stood there stunned. This was not her room at Capsule Corp. It suddenly came rushing back to her where she was, and she almost yelled just to annoy those annoying monkeys. "Growling won't get you anywhere," said a cheerful voice. It was then that Bulma realized that she had been growling low in her throat. "Now take a shower really quick, or you'll be late." Bulma shrugged and looked around to see a small door leading off to her right. She walked up to it briskly and knocked.
"You can come in, no one will kill you," called a voice. Bulma took a cautious step into the room. The room held a bunch of somber looking females, most draped in towels, and about six rows of what appeared to be shower stalls.
"Its not as bad as it seems," said a small voice next to her. Bulma looked down. It was the Linet girl from the day before. In the light of the shower room her skin took on a bluish hue and her hair was a dark black (also with a bluish hue), along with her eyes. "At least the women get separate shower stalls. The men don't even get that modesty. You had better take your shower before 2:30 or all the hot water will be gone and you'll only have half an hour to get dressed. You will find your schedule on your door." Bulma just nodded and went to the nearest stall. She was surprised to see that it was equipped with towels, shampoo, and a greenish-yellow soap. Bulma gladly stripped down to wash away the grime of the previous 32 hours.
When she had finished she found that her clothes had been removed so she wrapped a towel around her waist and ran through the door that connected the shower room to her room. She was the only one in there so she sifted through a box of what appeared to be brown, black, and white clothing. She picked a black spandex suit (like Veggie's!) that looked like it would fit her and changed into it. It, marvelously, fit her every curve. She than noticed that it had thin brown strips all the way up the side from her toes to her armpits. It fit her very well, actually. "Ah, I see you found the box without trouble. Get used to what you are wearing because that is what you will wear for the rest of your miserable existence. Now get out to the kitchen. We have need for a good cook and the newbies can try out for it. So get out, woman," said a male voice behind her. Bulma didn't dare question it, she just ran out the door and to what she supposed was the kitchen.
"Hiya Bulma!" said ChiChi when Bulma entered the kitchen. She was clearly enjoying herself while doing whatever she was doing. It looked like she was making some sort of bread. "Come on, work with me! Maybe we can get a bunch of food done and they'll let us go!"
"I highly doubt that, hun," said a voice. "I've been working here for, maybe, twelve years, and no one has done more than get killed here." She was a burly woman of about thirty with long, brown hair and bright blue eyes that sparkled with an inner light all of there own. "I'm the head cook here and everyone calls me Cook, so you can too," she said. She looked at what ChiChi was doing and looked confused. "What are you making?"
"I'm making a braided bread that I learned from my mother," she said shyly.
"Maybe these monkeys will finally like some bread, but I've never seen it. They all pass it up whenever I make it," Cook said.
"Well, that's why you put chocolate chips in it. To make monkey men eat it," said ChiChi crossly. Cook laughed merrily and then continued with her work. Bulma was not doing as good as her friend, however.
"I can't even make toast without making the microwave explode at home, how do they expect me to cook for a bunch of hungry, lazy, stupid, planet stealing monkeys?" she muttered angrily to herself. She looked at the frying pan in her hands and wished she could just be in her lab. 'Maybe....' she thought. Shaking her head, she dismissed that thought and went on to the matter at hand.
Her food wasn't a complete disaster, but she and ChiChi got called down to the thrown room right after breakfast had finished. They had forbidden Bulma from ever cooking at the palace again, and now she was anxiously waiting for ChiChi to come out of the doors. When she finally did she had a huge grin plastered on her face and a large box tucked under her arm. "Well...?"
"I got it! The monkey king liked my bread so much that he made me a cook!" she whispered excitedly to Bulma. "He even is letting me stay with you guys but that might be because there was nowhere else to put me."
"That is great, Chi! All they did was forbid me from ever cooking again," whispered Bulma. ChiChi giggled at this and they walked down the halls to see what their assignments were. When they got there, Bulma all but growled. She had to, get this, clean up all of the labs. How the Hell was she supposed to do that with out wanting to take apart all of the technology in there.
"Well, I have to go, Bulma. They are making me work from now till after you would have gone to sleep," said ChiChi. They both walked into their room and ChiChi changed out of her previous outfit and into her new one while Bulma found a pair of gloves and broom in the closet. "Bye." ChiChi walked out and closed the door after her.
~.~.~.~.~
Bulma walked back into the room 18 hours later with an extreme headache, aching back, and sore feet. (She worked from 3:00 am to 10 PM) She wouldn't have had to work so late had she not stopped to look over that scientist's shoulder. "So....you finally decided to join us," said a monotone voice.
"Damn monkeys made me stay late," she said with contempt.
"Where's ChiChi?" #18 asked.
"She got the job of chef....she's able to wear yellow now," said Bulma. "I don't know about you....but after a hot shower I am going to fall asleep on my bed."
"Nope...I'm going to stay up for a while," said #18.
"Ok...whatever fits your fancy," said Bulma and she walked to the shower room. As she let the water roll off of her body and the heat soothe her nerves, she got an idea. She smirked and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself as she went. She stepped carefully into her spandex suit and walked out to her room. It was completely dark and she could hear the low breathing of #18 coming from the corner and almost smiled. She walked up to her door only to find it locked. "Kuso..." she muttered under her breath so as not to wake her sleeping comrade. Finally, she found a panel that looked as if it would contain the controls to the door. Bulma unscrewed the panel. Whatever that monkey guy had said about their technology being more advanced was true to the normal human, but Bulma was a technical genius. She found the two wires that would allow the door to open and switched them. After a few seconds of bated breath, the doors swung noiselessly open. She sighed and slowly stepped out of the room.
~.~.~.~.~
Ok, ok! ^-^ In the next chapter she meets Vegeta. PRINCE Vegeta. Not King.
Next chapter:
"Ow!" Bulma said as she ran into a very hard wall. Or what she thought was a wall. Of course, when she heard silent breathing she knew it was far from being a wall.
"Baka....no one runs into the Prince of Vegetasei and lives to tell about it," snarled the wall.
"Go screw yourself," she muttered and tried to get away.
~*~*~*~*~
Poor Veggie....I wonder if I should have a scream fest! ::lips curl into a downright evil smirk:: Amie backs away slowly. 'I didn't tell you to write that!' she screeches.
'Go screw yourself.'
'YOU WILL NOT ORDER AROUND ME! I WILL ORDER AROUND YOU!!!'
'Yawn...' Watches as Amie slowly turns into her true form. 'You do realize that you can't kill me, right? Who would you order around then? My brother? Besides, I'm a vampire'
'::blink:: I did not know that.'
'You weren't supposed to. Now go back into your bottle like a good demented dictator genie....'
'I am not a f****** genie, you b****!!!!!!'
'Uh...hehehe....' ::rubs the bottle and Amie is sucked in::
Disclaimer: I don't own nothin'! Well....except my very first Evangelion manga that I got today!
*I wanna know, can you show me
I wanna know about these
Strangers like me
Tell me more, please show me
Something's familiar about these strangers like me...*
*.*.*.*.*
Strangers: Chapter 2
"Now, Linet will lay down all of the rules that you will be expected to follow. If you don't, the ultimate punishment is death," said the guy.
'Gosh, these people are cruel. They must really like death and destruction to kill people off like that,' Bulma thought to herself. The guy then turned on his heel and left. A skinny girl of about twelve stepped out of the shadows silently.
She cleared her throat and said, "The slaves in the palace are not seen or heard unless called upon. You will wear only brown, black and white from now on. If you try to escape, you will be punished because a) you can't escape from the security around here any way and b) because if you escape from your chores...let's just say...the prince will be pissed and will have baldy kill you." She looked down as if ashamed. "You are to be in this wing if you have free time, which you most likely won't, so that they can keep tabs on you. You are not to talk to anyone above your status, unless you want to be whipped or die. I would follow these rules if you wish to stay alive for more than one week. You will be assigned three to a room. Please follow me."
The girl led them down the hall to an open door. Then, she took the first three people in line and threw them (literally) into it. She walked to the next room and the next three went in without hesitation. This went on until there were only three people left. A blonde, Bulma, and ChiChi. "You guys get this room. You will report to the dining hall at 3:00 o'clock to eat and then help prepare the dining room or food whichever you are assigned to." The three nodded and the girl walked out, closing the door behind her.
"Hi, I'm Bulma," she said to the blonde.
"I'm #18," she said with a monotone voice.
"That's an unusual name, but I'm ChiChi," she said.
"Nice to meet you two. N--" she was cut off by a knock at the door. ChiChi answered it to see the girl that had showed them to their room earlier.
"And dear," she said to Bulma. "You're going to need to get all that dye out of your hair before you go to work tomorrow."
"THIS IS MY NATURAL HAIR COLOR!" she yelled at her.
"It is? Well...I'm not sure if they'll be mad or not, but I'm not allowed to let anyone dye their hair so you get to keep it the way it is," she said.
"OK," said Bulma. The girl (who I'm going to call Linet) walked out of their room and closed the door. "Oh well, I'm tired." She walked to one of the two bunk beds and climbed on top. "'Night."
*~* Next morning *~*
Bulma woke up with a stiff neck and sore back, but a great idea. She hopped out of her bed to get to her lab (which isn't a good idea seeing as how she's on the top bunk). She landed hard on her feet and stood there stunned. This was not her room at Capsule Corp. It suddenly came rushing back to her where she was, and she almost yelled just to annoy those annoying monkeys. "Growling won't get you anywhere," said a cheerful voice. It was then that Bulma realized that she had been growling low in her throat. "Now take a shower really quick, or you'll be late." Bulma shrugged and looked around to see a small door leading off to her right. She walked up to it briskly and knocked.
"You can come in, no one will kill you," called a voice. Bulma took a cautious step into the room. The room held a bunch of somber looking females, most draped in towels, and about six rows of what appeared to be shower stalls.
"Its not as bad as it seems," said a small voice next to her. Bulma looked down. It was the Linet girl from the day before. In the light of the shower room her skin took on a bluish hue and her hair was a dark black (also with a bluish hue), along with her eyes. "At least the women get separate shower stalls. The men don't even get that modesty. You had better take your shower before 2:30 or all the hot water will be gone and you'll only have half an hour to get dressed. You will find your schedule on your door." Bulma just nodded and went to the nearest stall. She was surprised to see that it was equipped with towels, shampoo, and a greenish-yellow soap. Bulma gladly stripped down to wash away the grime of the previous 32 hours.
When she had finished she found that her clothes had been removed so she wrapped a towel around her waist and ran through the door that connected the shower room to her room. She was the only one in there so she sifted through a box of what appeared to be brown, black, and white clothing. She picked a black spandex suit (like Veggie's!) that looked like it would fit her and changed into it. It, marvelously, fit her every curve. She than noticed that it had thin brown strips all the way up the side from her toes to her armpits. It fit her very well, actually. "Ah, I see you found the box without trouble. Get used to what you are wearing because that is what you will wear for the rest of your miserable existence. Now get out to the kitchen. We have need for a good cook and the newbies can try out for it. So get out, woman," said a male voice behind her. Bulma didn't dare question it, she just ran out the door and to what she supposed was the kitchen.
"Hiya Bulma!" said ChiChi when Bulma entered the kitchen. She was clearly enjoying herself while doing whatever she was doing. It looked like she was making some sort of bread. "Come on, work with me! Maybe we can get a bunch of food done and they'll let us go!"
"I highly doubt that, hun," said a voice. "I've been working here for, maybe, twelve years, and no one has done more than get killed here." She was a burly woman of about thirty with long, brown hair and bright blue eyes that sparkled with an inner light all of there own. "I'm the head cook here and everyone calls me Cook, so you can too," she said. She looked at what ChiChi was doing and looked confused. "What are you making?"
"I'm making a braided bread that I learned from my mother," she said shyly.
"Maybe these monkeys will finally like some bread, but I've never seen it. They all pass it up whenever I make it," Cook said.
"Well, that's why you put chocolate chips in it. To make monkey men eat it," said ChiChi crossly. Cook laughed merrily and then continued with her work. Bulma was not doing as good as her friend, however.
"I can't even make toast without making the microwave explode at home, how do they expect me to cook for a bunch of hungry, lazy, stupid, planet stealing monkeys?" she muttered angrily to herself. She looked at the frying pan in her hands and wished she could just be in her lab. 'Maybe....' she thought. Shaking her head, she dismissed that thought and went on to the matter at hand.
Her food wasn't a complete disaster, but she and ChiChi got called down to the thrown room right after breakfast had finished. They had forbidden Bulma from ever cooking at the palace again, and now she was anxiously waiting for ChiChi to come out of the doors. When she finally did she had a huge grin plastered on her face and a large box tucked under her arm. "Well...?"
"I got it! The monkey king liked my bread so much that he made me a cook!" she whispered excitedly to Bulma. "He even is letting me stay with you guys but that might be because there was nowhere else to put me."
"That is great, Chi! All they did was forbid me from ever cooking again," whispered Bulma. ChiChi giggled at this and they walked down the halls to see what their assignments were. When they got there, Bulma all but growled. She had to, get this, clean up all of the labs. How the Hell was she supposed to do that with out wanting to take apart all of the technology in there.
"Well, I have to go, Bulma. They are making me work from now till after you would have gone to sleep," said ChiChi. They both walked into their room and ChiChi changed out of her previous outfit and into her new one while Bulma found a pair of gloves and broom in the closet. "Bye." ChiChi walked out and closed the door after her.
~.~.~.~.~
Bulma walked back into the room 18 hours later with an extreme headache, aching back, and sore feet. (She worked from 3:00 am to 10 PM) She wouldn't have had to work so late had she not stopped to look over that scientist's shoulder. "So....you finally decided to join us," said a monotone voice.
"Damn monkeys made me stay late," she said with contempt.
"Where's ChiChi?" #18 asked.
"She got the job of chef....she's able to wear yellow now," said Bulma. "I don't know about you....but after a hot shower I am going to fall asleep on my bed."
"Nope...I'm going to stay up for a while," said #18.
"Ok...whatever fits your fancy," said Bulma and she walked to the shower room. As she let the water roll off of her body and the heat soothe her nerves, she got an idea. She smirked and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself as she went. She stepped carefully into her spandex suit and walked out to her room. It was completely dark and she could hear the low breathing of #18 coming from the corner and almost smiled. She walked up to her door only to find it locked. "Kuso..." she muttered under her breath so as not to wake her sleeping comrade. Finally, she found a panel that looked as if it would contain the controls to the door. Bulma unscrewed the panel. Whatever that monkey guy had said about their technology being more advanced was true to the normal human, but Bulma was a technical genius. She found the two wires that would allow the door to open and switched them. After a few seconds of bated breath, the doors swung noiselessly open. She sighed and slowly stepped out of the room.
~.~.~.~.~
Ok, ok! ^-^ In the next chapter she meets Vegeta. PRINCE Vegeta. Not King.
Next chapter:
"Ow!" Bulma said as she ran into a very hard wall. Or what she thought was a wall. Of course, when she heard silent breathing she knew it was far from being a wall.
"Baka....no one runs into the Prince of Vegetasei and lives to tell about it," snarled the wall.
"Go screw yourself," she muttered and tried to get away.
~*~*~*~*~
Poor Veggie....I wonder if I should have a scream fest! ::lips curl into a downright evil smirk:: Amie backs away slowly. 'I didn't tell you to write that!' she screeches.
'Go screw yourself.'
'YOU WILL NOT ORDER AROUND ME! I WILL ORDER AROUND YOU!!!'
'Yawn...' Watches as Amie slowly turns into her true form. 'You do realize that you can't kill me, right? Who would you order around then? My brother? Besides, I'm a vampire'
'::blink:: I did not know that.'
'You weren't supposed to. Now go back into your bottle like a good demented dictator genie....'
'I am not a f****** genie, you b****!!!!!!'
'Uh...hehehe....' ::rubs the bottle and Amie is sucked in::
Disclaimer: I don't own nothin'! Well....except my very first Evangelion manga that I got today!
