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Her body was pulsing in pain, her jaw ached as she cursed Freeza ten ways to hell, as she was doing so she stormed down the hall, thankful that her legs were in tact so she could stomp her feet loudly, sending satisfying claps echoing down the hall. Suddenly she was knoked backwards& looked up to find Vegeta. She sighed, stared up at him, too tired to glare, too injured to pick herself up. He met her glare with a frown, "would it be at all possible for you to shut the hell up, child?" he growled, yet offered her his hand and pulled her up. She jerked forward with a muffled cry of pain, holding her mutilated arm to her heaving chest. He frowned knowingly and grasped her arm, pulling it to him almost gently, he inspected the damage then threw her arm down dismissivly. He gave her a level look, she felt tears welling up and cursed herselfinwardly for showing such weakness, especially in front of someone like Vegeta.
His glare softened to a mocking frown, "Instead of storming down the corridor and cursing, some of us sleep quietly and recover after Freeza beats the shit outta us."She fixed herself with a pouty look, "i can't."
She noted his questioning scowl and she clairified, "He blew up my bed room," she growled at the smirk playing over his lips, only encouraging it further. He brought back a hand, smaked her mildly, yet it stung "Come child," he turned deliberatly and she followed to his small quarters. she looked around, peering into the darkness that reflected his dismal nature perfectly, until her eyes fell on his dark figure. "Depressing," she mummbled, taking another quick glance around.
"Just lay down brat!" He pulled on his chest armor over his spandex and went on, "We reside in a depressing world. Why live in pathetic delusions and pittiful denial as well?"
She ignored his snapping reply and sat on the edge of his bed, cringing as she pulled her boots off, then she fell back uncerimouniously, heaving quietly in pain. Despite the ringing in her head, she heard him sigh, come toward her, and hiss, "You're pathetic," as he ripped her top in half, drawing it off her body and down her broken limbs, "I can't belive you are Saiyan." She scooted to the head of the bed, ignoring him still, and snuck under the dark gray covers.
"Aw, Vegeta, I'm not that weak," she peeked at him over the covers, parting her feet further to see the glaring prince, "Am I?" Her confidence dwindled under his disgusted glare.
"I pamper you...," he seemed to be lecturing himself as much as emphasizing his previous statement. She sighed, shrugging it off, and settled into the bed, "Vegeta?" she whispered, already half asleep.
"What, weakling?" his biting response shocked her from her near sleep a bit, coaxing her back to reality. She racked her mind, trying to remember what she'd been saying, a groggy panick settled on her wondering brain, she knew he would get angry soon. She finally murmered as much as she could remember, not quite sure if it was even her original thought, "I'm glad you're stuck with me..."
He looked at her in shock, although one would not know by looking apon him, She must be out of it...
He starined to hear her last breathy words, "Thank you..."
Stupid weakling child he thought to himself, fighting a grin, in a loosing battle, his rare smile was wasted on the darkness though, as was everything else he had. The door slammed behind him.