* Vegeta clears his throat* I would like to make clear the fact that this
obnoxious Onna does not own Dragonball Z OR me. I belong to no one, but
Dragon Ball Z and all other characters are copyright to Funi's sorry asses
and all thier weakling affiliatives.
Notes: Thank you to all the peeps who reviewed! To tell you the truth, some weird crap happened at FF.net the other day, and I absolutely cannot see any of the reviews I've gotten! ( I'm severely P.O.'ed) *sigh* Anyways, please enjoy!
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" Where do I put him, Countess? Hurry, he's freaking heavy.....damn Saiyans...." The handler squinted outside in the sun and wiped the sweat of his brow, Vegeta's unconsious body casually thrown over his shoulder.
Bulma ignored the portman's remarks and watched as Goku hopped up to the front to drive the horse-drawn carriage, grabbing the reigns and looking back at her for the signal to go. She wondered wether letting Vegeta ride inside with her would be a wise decision, seeing as having him waking up without being restrained would be nothing short of a catastophe. Either way, the more she thought about it, she didnt have any other choice, except tie him to the roof of the coach.
She wasn't THAT mean. " Just put him inside, I'll hold him down the rest of the way."
The handler did a double take." Uh...Ex...Excuse me for expressing an opinion,Countess. But this is a dangerous one, I dont think that letting you ride alone with him is a good idea. You might want to put an Obidience Ring on him. Just in case he gets out of control...."
Bulma frowned, an Obedience Ring wasnt permanent, but it has it's side effects as well. The Obedience Ring wasnt a ring at all, but a small symbol that was branded magically on the slave's body. Where exactly, was up to the owner. If she branded Vegeta, she would have complete control of Vegeta's actions and movements whenever Bulma wished. But then, she would also have a psychological connection with him, and he would be able to send her visual images of whatever he wished,whenever he wished. She would be able to do it as well, but its the knowledge of the fact that she wouldn't be able to stop whatever image Vegeta sent her sent chills up her spine.
When she looked at Goku for help, he turned away knowing full well that the choice was hers and hers only. Sighing, she motioned for the handler to step closer." Turn around, I need his shoulder."
Ignoring the portman's confused glance and hesitant turn, Bulma placed a pale hand on Vegeta's tanned and scarred shoulderblade. She blushed alittle, the warm skin under her fingers sending a rush of excitement through her. Pushing it aside, she lightly traced the figure of a triquetra, repeating the action while lowly whispering in Latin, The Dominance Spell. After repeated tracing of the figure on his shoulder, the interwoven arcs of the Triqutra appeared boldly, the black outline matching nicely with his olive skin.
" There, I did it." She remarked lamely, wanting suddenly to just get back to her castle and stay isolated from everyone for a while.
" Thank you 'mam. Put my consious to rest, you did! Now, let me get this sack of Saiyan ass in your coach here and you'll be off, you will." He nonchalantly threw the beaten form into the coach, the body hardly landing on the cushioned seats and wiped his brow a second time.
" Yes...." She frowned, digging into her silken pouch that hung from her shoulder and pulled out a gray, faded money bag, handing it to the portsman."Well, you've been paid more than what you worked for, so thank you." Bulma added, making sure her hand didnt touch his.
" Goku, we're ready. Lets go home." Taking in a breath, she climbed in the coach and never looked back as Goku stirred the horses into action and the three of them rode down the dirt path leading away from the Slave Market and headed home.
Inside, the cushioned seats laid only against one side and Bulma was forced to sit next to the the former Saiyan Prince on the way back to her domain. She saw that he was still crouched over the seat unnaturally and Bulma felt the pang of compassion as she tried to straighten up the unconcious Vegeta into a sitting position.
" Geez, for a rumoured overworked and malnutritioned slave, you sure weigh alot!" She huffed, having to repeatedly push Vegeta upwards and then away from her so she could sit comfortably.
" Finally!" Bulma had managed to sit Vegeta straight and giving herself enough room to breath she let go of him, only to have his sleeping head fall on her shoulder and then rest at her breasts." Oh God." She blushed violently and lifted his head away from her chest and sat him up straight once more.
" Stay!" She told him fiercely, then giggled at herself." Who the hell am I talking to? He's dead to the world, he's not gonna hear me!"
As much as she wished he would stay in place and no matter how many times she would lay his head against the wall of the coach, every rough bump that Goku rode over, Vegeta would always end up falling on top oh her.
Finally, after futile attempts to lean him away from her, she settled to letting his head rest casually on her shoulder, occasionally blushing when his hot breath touched her bare neck. Bulma laughed tiredly and patted his head nervously, looking out the window at the passing countryside and sighed.
" Boy, am I going to have fun with you or what, eh?"
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The old man stared out the window, wondering wether or not his niece's trip was going to take another day and if he was just wasting his time waiting for her. The dusk set in two hours ago and he fingered his long beard with impatience, keeping his old but sharp eyes on the road leading to town where she had headed earlier in the day. Watching, watching for signs of them coming heading home and waiting to see the domain's new addition.
Was it a woman? He wondered gleefully, rubbing his wrinkled hands together and snickering happily. He was sure it was going to be another woman, it had to. He couldn't have any fun with Chichi, she was Goku's woman. Although silently he wondered how such a mature and voluptous woman such as Chichi would want an innocent and almost childlike man like Goku.
He mentally shrugged off the question, preferring to sit in his mahogany rocking chair and day dream about the castle's new female live-in. He covered himself with a thick wool blanket and threw more coal into the fire place in front of him to warm himself up.
" Master Roshi?" The door opened and Chichi appeared.
" Yeah?"
" Dinner's ready. I hope you know that Im not going to bring it to you, so you better serve yourself downstairs." She stated matter-of-factly, her fists resting on each hip as she opened the door wider to accomodate her obviously pregnant stomach.
" Aww,Chichi....Cant you bring it up for a poor old man like me? Dont you see im decrepit already?" He asked with a barely there smirk on his weathered face.
But before Chichi could retort or throw something at him, Master Roshi held up a hand. He listened carefully, but Chichi could have sworn that she heard nothing out of the ordinary other than the goats and horses outside behind the castle. Roshi turned towards the window, leaning his fingers on the stone windowsill and stared out into the darkness, trying to makeout figures in the dark.
" Ah ha!! They're here, wohoo!! Finally, come on Chichi!!" Roshi jumped off the seat quickly, nearly running into and knocking over the woman. Chichi turned out to leave the door slowly, one hand on her bulging stomach and another out in the air to balance herself.
" Well, not all of us can just jump up and run around like you, old man!" she yelled, the sound jumping off the castle walls and down the halls.(AN:Hey that rhymed! :) )
Master Roshi ran as fast as he could down to the servants quarters, slamming open doors and yelling for the hired help to wake up and wait for their countess's arrival.
Hurriedly, the handmaids and workers of the castles stormed out the door, runningand lighting the torches that illuminated the worn out road leading out of the castle grounds. The light from the torches casted shadowy forms on the grounds as Master Roshi and the hired help stood patiently in front of the castle, the new addition being a keen intrests in everyone's minds.
From behind them, Chichi slammed open the wooded front door, her breath heavy from climbing down the numerous flights of stairs to get to the outside. She let out a loud burst of air as she stood next to Master Roshi and wiped the stray strands of hair behind her ear.
" You're thirty years older than me. How in the world do you manage to run around like that and not be out of breath old man?" She whispered harshly in his ear as she stood patiently, her weight shifting occasionally from one foot to the other.
" Well, thats what happens when you gain so much weight, Chichi!"
She gasped indignitly and punched him hard on the arm." You'll pay for that old man!"
He didnt pay any attention to her remark, his gaze set upon the road and the old,beaten coach heading its wa to the castle.So for now, they forgot thier argument and walked ahead of the others to meet thier friends first.
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Bulma watched fascinated as Goku laid Vegeta down in one of the castle's guest room's plush queen sized bed, amazed that a liquid tranquilizer and not a spell has had such an effect on the Saiyan. Chichi stood by Bulma, am armful of clean towels and a pair of clean clothes held to her chest. The raven haired woman caught the occasional appreciative glances towards the Saiyan Prince's sleeping form Bulma gave and clocked her head to the side. Chichi wondered silently to herself as she looked over Vegeta and could not find a reason why her friend and 'owner' would find attractive in him. He was terribly short and had that awful widow's peak on that forehead of his.
She shrugged, content to keep to herself for now and find out Bulma's feelings on this one later. " Let's go, Bulma."
Bulma looked over to her, her trance broken." What? Wh-where do we have to go?"
Goku stepped back and walked over to the women at the foot of the bed." He's kinda shorter than me but other than that our measurements should be the same. Vegeta might have to cuff up the pants and roll up the sleeves,but he wont have any other problem."
Chichi dropped the towels on the bed and layed out the clothes neatly on the bed next to Vegeta's sleeping form, proceeding to unbutton his already torn clothes from his body.
Bulma panicked suddenly." What are you doing!"
" Dont worry, I just have to get him cleaned up and dressed. Then if you want you can get to the wounds afterward." She looked up from unbuttoning with a smirk on her face." Relax! Its not like I'm going to deflower him or something, if thats what you're worried about." Chichi remarked, obviously joking.
" Uh- no! I mean no, of course not. Im not worried at all, its just....." Bulma scratched the back of her head nervously." Just that you havent spent any time alone since we left for the Auction. And I know how a pregnantwoman needs her husbands by them ALL the time, so I'm just thinking of you and the baby thats all."
" Uh-huh," Chichi looked at her knowingly.
" Lets go Chichi." Goku stepped in, grabbing her by the wrist and gently leading her to the door. " She wants some 'alone' time with her boyfriend!" Both started laughing and fled out the door before Bulma could start screaming at them.
" Thats not even what I meant! I dont even know him!"
She stopped, noticing that she was only yelling to herself, and sighed. Rubbing her temples with an index finger and turning to the bed, she stared into the same onyx eyes that she viewed earlier at the Market and jumped. " What are you doing awake? Uh, I- I thought you were sleeping?"
He didnt answer her, only stared at her up and down, sizing her up before him.'Tersian sleeping potions arent time effective and not potent enough to keep me sleeping this long.' She heard him think inside her head and she stared at him puzzled, until remembering the psychological connection and relaxed.
" I knew there was something wrong with how long you slept. Those Tersian spells arent powerful, especially thier potions."
Vegeta looked up harshly at her." How in the hell did you know what I was thinking?"
She didnt look at him in the eyes, and started to stand when a wrist reached up and held her in her place on the bed." I SAID, How in the unholy hell did you know what I was thinking?"
" The wounds-they need treatment." She pointed out lamely and grabbed a medicine kit from the small nightstand table next to the bed, opening it and taking out different tools foreign to Vegeta.
" What are you doing?"
" Well, if you want to just bleed to death from your whip lashes and puncture wounds, thats fine, I'll leave you alone. Otherwise, I'm going to fix you up. Leave it to me and be quiet while I do it." Bulma responded, taking an arm and proceeded to clean the wounds with an alcoholic agent.
Vegeta pulled it back roughly," That stings,woman! What the hell's wrong with you!?" He screamed in her face.
" Well if you'll just hold still, it wouldn't hurt as much you big baby!!" Bulma boldly raised her voice to him and pulled the arm back.
" Baby?! Im the goddamned Saiyan Prince of all Saiyans for all you know!"
" Well let me tell you I know a whole lot more than you do! And I know who you are and you are for sure the damned Saiyan Prince. Just look at what happened to your stupid planet and your stupid people!"
Vegeta growled in his throat." WHAT-DID-YOU-SAY??"
" If you were some mighty prince like you proclaim you are and act like, you wouldnt have let your people become some secound rate slaves! Your planet is totally overrun by Tersians and here you are being the slave of one of them, a WOMAN, of all things!"
" I had NO control over what was happening,you twit! And besides, who the hell says I have to answer to you?!"
Bulma steamed in her seat, the ego-istic male in front of her driving her up the walls and screaming at her when SHE was the one who saved HIM! What audacity this man had to be ungracious that she took him out of that hellhole and saved him from a lifetime of slave labor and other, more dishonorable things.
But she took a breath, determined to start on the right foot of things, even though that was exactly the opposite that was going on. " Okay, listen. Im sorry I said those things about your planet and all that stuff. I was just pissed off and I need to blow out some steam."
Vegeta only snorted in response.
Bulma slowly reached over and softly picked up his right arm again, somehow thinking that if she makes a fast move, she'll scare him away for some reason and applied the cotton ball to the open whiplash on his forearm and watched him as he tried to hide how he became tense with pain.
" So, what was your last master like?"
No response.
" Ok, next question. Why did your master give you up, I would have thought that you would be a prized possesion being a prince and all..."
Vegeta was silent at first, watching as she applied a fresh new cotton ball dipped in alcohol and looked up at her.
" I killed him."
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oh-oh! end of chapter two! lol, sorry if it cuts off short or if its not as good as the first chapter, but I'll get back on track if you dont like it. Stay tuned next time for another episode of *dum dum dum* The Pleasure Filled Quarters." Please Review, I always love feedback!
Notes: Thank you to all the peeps who reviewed! To tell you the truth, some weird crap happened at FF.net the other day, and I absolutely cannot see any of the reviews I've gotten! ( I'm severely P.O.'ed) *sigh* Anyways, please enjoy!
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" Where do I put him, Countess? Hurry, he's freaking heavy.....damn Saiyans...." The handler squinted outside in the sun and wiped the sweat of his brow, Vegeta's unconsious body casually thrown over his shoulder.
Bulma ignored the portman's remarks and watched as Goku hopped up to the front to drive the horse-drawn carriage, grabbing the reigns and looking back at her for the signal to go. She wondered wether letting Vegeta ride inside with her would be a wise decision, seeing as having him waking up without being restrained would be nothing short of a catastophe. Either way, the more she thought about it, she didnt have any other choice, except tie him to the roof of the coach.
She wasn't THAT mean. " Just put him inside, I'll hold him down the rest of the way."
The handler did a double take." Uh...Ex...Excuse me for expressing an opinion,Countess. But this is a dangerous one, I dont think that letting you ride alone with him is a good idea. You might want to put an Obidience Ring on him. Just in case he gets out of control...."
Bulma frowned, an Obedience Ring wasnt permanent, but it has it's side effects as well. The Obedience Ring wasnt a ring at all, but a small symbol that was branded magically on the slave's body. Where exactly, was up to the owner. If she branded Vegeta, she would have complete control of Vegeta's actions and movements whenever Bulma wished. But then, she would also have a psychological connection with him, and he would be able to send her visual images of whatever he wished,whenever he wished. She would be able to do it as well, but its the knowledge of the fact that she wouldn't be able to stop whatever image Vegeta sent her sent chills up her spine.
When she looked at Goku for help, he turned away knowing full well that the choice was hers and hers only. Sighing, she motioned for the handler to step closer." Turn around, I need his shoulder."
Ignoring the portman's confused glance and hesitant turn, Bulma placed a pale hand on Vegeta's tanned and scarred shoulderblade. She blushed alittle, the warm skin under her fingers sending a rush of excitement through her. Pushing it aside, she lightly traced the figure of a triquetra, repeating the action while lowly whispering in Latin, The Dominance Spell. After repeated tracing of the figure on his shoulder, the interwoven arcs of the Triqutra appeared boldly, the black outline matching nicely with his olive skin.
" There, I did it." She remarked lamely, wanting suddenly to just get back to her castle and stay isolated from everyone for a while.
" Thank you 'mam. Put my consious to rest, you did! Now, let me get this sack of Saiyan ass in your coach here and you'll be off, you will." He nonchalantly threw the beaten form into the coach, the body hardly landing on the cushioned seats and wiped his brow a second time.
" Yes...." She frowned, digging into her silken pouch that hung from her shoulder and pulled out a gray, faded money bag, handing it to the portsman."Well, you've been paid more than what you worked for, so thank you." Bulma added, making sure her hand didnt touch his.
" Goku, we're ready. Lets go home." Taking in a breath, she climbed in the coach and never looked back as Goku stirred the horses into action and the three of them rode down the dirt path leading away from the Slave Market and headed home.
Inside, the cushioned seats laid only against one side and Bulma was forced to sit next to the the former Saiyan Prince on the way back to her domain. She saw that he was still crouched over the seat unnaturally and Bulma felt the pang of compassion as she tried to straighten up the unconcious Vegeta into a sitting position.
" Geez, for a rumoured overworked and malnutritioned slave, you sure weigh alot!" She huffed, having to repeatedly push Vegeta upwards and then away from her so she could sit comfortably.
" Finally!" Bulma had managed to sit Vegeta straight and giving herself enough room to breath she let go of him, only to have his sleeping head fall on her shoulder and then rest at her breasts." Oh God." She blushed violently and lifted his head away from her chest and sat him up straight once more.
" Stay!" She told him fiercely, then giggled at herself." Who the hell am I talking to? He's dead to the world, he's not gonna hear me!"
As much as she wished he would stay in place and no matter how many times she would lay his head against the wall of the coach, every rough bump that Goku rode over, Vegeta would always end up falling on top oh her.
Finally, after futile attempts to lean him away from her, she settled to letting his head rest casually on her shoulder, occasionally blushing when his hot breath touched her bare neck. Bulma laughed tiredly and patted his head nervously, looking out the window at the passing countryside and sighed.
" Boy, am I going to have fun with you or what, eh?"
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The old man stared out the window, wondering wether or not his niece's trip was going to take another day and if he was just wasting his time waiting for her. The dusk set in two hours ago and he fingered his long beard with impatience, keeping his old but sharp eyes on the road leading to town where she had headed earlier in the day. Watching, watching for signs of them coming heading home and waiting to see the domain's new addition.
Was it a woman? He wondered gleefully, rubbing his wrinkled hands together and snickering happily. He was sure it was going to be another woman, it had to. He couldn't have any fun with Chichi, she was Goku's woman. Although silently he wondered how such a mature and voluptous woman such as Chichi would want an innocent and almost childlike man like Goku.
He mentally shrugged off the question, preferring to sit in his mahogany rocking chair and day dream about the castle's new female live-in. He covered himself with a thick wool blanket and threw more coal into the fire place in front of him to warm himself up.
" Master Roshi?" The door opened and Chichi appeared.
" Yeah?"
" Dinner's ready. I hope you know that Im not going to bring it to you, so you better serve yourself downstairs." She stated matter-of-factly, her fists resting on each hip as she opened the door wider to accomodate her obviously pregnant stomach.
" Aww,Chichi....Cant you bring it up for a poor old man like me? Dont you see im decrepit already?" He asked with a barely there smirk on his weathered face.
But before Chichi could retort or throw something at him, Master Roshi held up a hand. He listened carefully, but Chichi could have sworn that she heard nothing out of the ordinary other than the goats and horses outside behind the castle. Roshi turned towards the window, leaning his fingers on the stone windowsill and stared out into the darkness, trying to makeout figures in the dark.
" Ah ha!! They're here, wohoo!! Finally, come on Chichi!!" Roshi jumped off the seat quickly, nearly running into and knocking over the woman. Chichi turned out to leave the door slowly, one hand on her bulging stomach and another out in the air to balance herself.
" Well, not all of us can just jump up and run around like you, old man!" she yelled, the sound jumping off the castle walls and down the halls.(AN:Hey that rhymed! :) )
Master Roshi ran as fast as he could down to the servants quarters, slamming open doors and yelling for the hired help to wake up and wait for their countess's arrival.
Hurriedly, the handmaids and workers of the castles stormed out the door, runningand lighting the torches that illuminated the worn out road leading out of the castle grounds. The light from the torches casted shadowy forms on the grounds as Master Roshi and the hired help stood patiently in front of the castle, the new addition being a keen intrests in everyone's minds.
From behind them, Chichi slammed open the wooded front door, her breath heavy from climbing down the numerous flights of stairs to get to the outside. She let out a loud burst of air as she stood next to Master Roshi and wiped the stray strands of hair behind her ear.
" You're thirty years older than me. How in the world do you manage to run around like that and not be out of breath old man?" She whispered harshly in his ear as she stood patiently, her weight shifting occasionally from one foot to the other.
" Well, thats what happens when you gain so much weight, Chichi!"
She gasped indignitly and punched him hard on the arm." You'll pay for that old man!"
He didnt pay any attention to her remark, his gaze set upon the road and the old,beaten coach heading its wa to the castle.So for now, they forgot thier argument and walked ahead of the others to meet thier friends first.
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Bulma watched fascinated as Goku laid Vegeta down in one of the castle's guest room's plush queen sized bed, amazed that a liquid tranquilizer and not a spell has had such an effect on the Saiyan. Chichi stood by Bulma, am armful of clean towels and a pair of clean clothes held to her chest. The raven haired woman caught the occasional appreciative glances towards the Saiyan Prince's sleeping form Bulma gave and clocked her head to the side. Chichi wondered silently to herself as she looked over Vegeta and could not find a reason why her friend and 'owner' would find attractive in him. He was terribly short and had that awful widow's peak on that forehead of his.
She shrugged, content to keep to herself for now and find out Bulma's feelings on this one later. " Let's go, Bulma."
Bulma looked over to her, her trance broken." What? Wh-where do we have to go?"
Goku stepped back and walked over to the women at the foot of the bed." He's kinda shorter than me but other than that our measurements should be the same. Vegeta might have to cuff up the pants and roll up the sleeves,but he wont have any other problem."
Chichi dropped the towels on the bed and layed out the clothes neatly on the bed next to Vegeta's sleeping form, proceeding to unbutton his already torn clothes from his body.
Bulma panicked suddenly." What are you doing!"
" Dont worry, I just have to get him cleaned up and dressed. Then if you want you can get to the wounds afterward." She looked up from unbuttoning with a smirk on her face." Relax! Its not like I'm going to deflower him or something, if thats what you're worried about." Chichi remarked, obviously joking.
" Uh- no! I mean no, of course not. Im not worried at all, its just....." Bulma scratched the back of her head nervously." Just that you havent spent any time alone since we left for the Auction. And I know how a pregnantwoman needs her husbands by them ALL the time, so I'm just thinking of you and the baby thats all."
" Uh-huh," Chichi looked at her knowingly.
" Lets go Chichi." Goku stepped in, grabbing her by the wrist and gently leading her to the door. " She wants some 'alone' time with her boyfriend!" Both started laughing and fled out the door before Bulma could start screaming at them.
" Thats not even what I meant! I dont even know him!"
She stopped, noticing that she was only yelling to herself, and sighed. Rubbing her temples with an index finger and turning to the bed, she stared into the same onyx eyes that she viewed earlier at the Market and jumped. " What are you doing awake? Uh, I- I thought you were sleeping?"
He didnt answer her, only stared at her up and down, sizing her up before him.'Tersian sleeping potions arent time effective and not potent enough to keep me sleeping this long.' She heard him think inside her head and she stared at him puzzled, until remembering the psychological connection and relaxed.
" I knew there was something wrong with how long you slept. Those Tersian spells arent powerful, especially thier potions."
Vegeta looked up harshly at her." How in the hell did you know what I was thinking?"
She didnt look at him in the eyes, and started to stand when a wrist reached up and held her in her place on the bed." I SAID, How in the unholy hell did you know what I was thinking?"
" The wounds-they need treatment." She pointed out lamely and grabbed a medicine kit from the small nightstand table next to the bed, opening it and taking out different tools foreign to Vegeta.
" What are you doing?"
" Well, if you want to just bleed to death from your whip lashes and puncture wounds, thats fine, I'll leave you alone. Otherwise, I'm going to fix you up. Leave it to me and be quiet while I do it." Bulma responded, taking an arm and proceeded to clean the wounds with an alcoholic agent.
Vegeta pulled it back roughly," That stings,woman! What the hell's wrong with you!?" He screamed in her face.
" Well if you'll just hold still, it wouldn't hurt as much you big baby!!" Bulma boldly raised her voice to him and pulled the arm back.
" Baby?! Im the goddamned Saiyan Prince of all Saiyans for all you know!"
" Well let me tell you I know a whole lot more than you do! And I know who you are and you are for sure the damned Saiyan Prince. Just look at what happened to your stupid planet and your stupid people!"
Vegeta growled in his throat." WHAT-DID-YOU-SAY??"
" If you were some mighty prince like you proclaim you are and act like, you wouldnt have let your people become some secound rate slaves! Your planet is totally overrun by Tersians and here you are being the slave of one of them, a WOMAN, of all things!"
" I had NO control over what was happening,you twit! And besides, who the hell says I have to answer to you?!"
Bulma steamed in her seat, the ego-istic male in front of her driving her up the walls and screaming at her when SHE was the one who saved HIM! What audacity this man had to be ungracious that she took him out of that hellhole and saved him from a lifetime of slave labor and other, more dishonorable things.
But she took a breath, determined to start on the right foot of things, even though that was exactly the opposite that was going on. " Okay, listen. Im sorry I said those things about your planet and all that stuff. I was just pissed off and I need to blow out some steam."
Vegeta only snorted in response.
Bulma slowly reached over and softly picked up his right arm again, somehow thinking that if she makes a fast move, she'll scare him away for some reason and applied the cotton ball to the open whiplash on his forearm and watched him as he tried to hide how he became tense with pain.
" So, what was your last master like?"
No response.
" Ok, next question. Why did your master give you up, I would have thought that you would be a prized possesion being a prince and all..."
Vegeta was silent at first, watching as she applied a fresh new cotton ball dipped in alcohol and looked up at her.
" I killed him."
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oh-oh! end of chapter two! lol, sorry if it cuts off short or if its not as good as the first chapter, but I'll get back on track if you dont like it. Stay tuned next time for another episode of *dum dum dum* The Pleasure Filled Quarters." Please Review, I always love feedback!