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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."
Bulma looked back at him with a stare, pleading to the heavens that her surprise didnt show on her face and looked back down again at her hands as she wiped away the last crusted streaks of dried blood.
She raised her eyebrows." Well, Thats not going to happen in this case. Just so you know, so dont go trying anything stupid."
Vegeta met her stare straight on," What makes you think that I wont kill you the moment you turn your back on me?" Vegeta casually remarked, his voice cocky and his demeanor calm. He was scaring her that was for sure, and Bulma was certain that that was what he wanted. " So I suggest you sleep with one eye open, just to make sure you'll keep your skin."
" Ill keep that in mind, I'll even remember to hide a dagger under my pillow in case you decide to drop on by." She retorted sarcastically, stiching up Vegeta's right arm and kept silent. The quiet in the stonewalled chamber was so loud, her rapid heartbeats and Vegeta's breathing was the only thing her ears could take in.
She knew he couldnt kill her, the Dominance Spell guaranteed her that when Bulma branded Vegeta as hers. As long as she continued to keep that spell valid, Vegeta would be forced to be loyal to her and only her. Be it in or against his will, he will serve her as long as she hold that spell over his head.
" So you're one of them then." It came out more as a statement rather than a question.
" One of what?" Bulma asked innocently, reaching into her medicine pouch and grabbing two small aloe vera leaves. Cracking them open, she smoothed out the cool gel like juice over Vegeta's newly stiched skin, preventing it from scarring.
" Dont play stupid woman. Even though you look it, you're not."
Bulma sat up straighter." I dont know wether to take that as a compliment or an insult."
" Then take it as both." Vegeta retorted, pushing himself up higher on the bed, his arm muscles taking all of his weight and Bulma had to shove him back down.
" What the heck are you doing?! You're going to rip out all the stiches in your arms." Bulma sighed." Geez. You dont have one ounce of self conservation instinct in you, do you?"
" Why do you nag so much!"
" Because paying one and a half million Zens for you, I have the right to!"
" Well then maybe you should ask yourself why in the world you decided to pay so much for me."
Honest to God, she really wondered why she did. Truthfully, there were more handsome and, poor Vegeta, taller slaves that she could have chosen. More docile slaves that would kiss her feet when she gave the signal or wait on her hand and foot happily while she lived in heavenly bliss. Whatever gave her the idea to choose HIM of all Saiyans?
But she only shrugged to her self, standing up from where she sat on the edge of Vegeta's bedside and crossed the room to where the water basin stood next to the warming fireplace. The water in the fine china bowl felt good to her skin as she picked up one of Chichi's folded cotton hand towels and soaked it in the lukewarm water, ringing it out and walked back to the bedside.
Vegeta sat watching her as she took out an extra stiching kit, his eyes moving back and forth from the medicine kit and then back to Bulma, her face in quiet concentration as she put everything she needed on the bed next to her. Vegeta raised an eyebrow as he picked up a circular object laid right in his reach and held it up.
" You use a ball as a medical tool?" He asked, squeezing the ball in his hands. "Damn, how weird are you Tersians?"
Bulma rolled her eyes, snatching the ball away from his hands. " Its my new invention. I call it the stress ball, and when you're stressed or angry," She squeezed the ball forcefully, smiling when the ball warped in her hands easily," You squeeze the life out of it. It helps release all those pent up emotions."
" Weird as shit, you people." He shook his head.
" Well you're going to need it, your eyebrow is busted and its going to hurt like heck when I stich it together."
" I dont need anything, woman. I can take a little pain."
Bulma shrugged." Okay....."
As soon as Bulma's needle touched Vegeta's skin, the Saiyan Prince roared with pain and he searched blindly for the stress ball. His muscular hand gripped the ball ferociously as he tried to hold the screams of pain in. For some reason, he didnt want to show Bulma his pain, didnt want for her to see him weak for anything.
'Typical Saiyan. Too macho to show a little hurt now and then.' She smiled to herself as she continued to stich the open wound together as tight as possible. She found herself leaning against him again, and couldnt help feeling the ragged hot breath hitting her neck and chest, and shivered.
" There, all done." She sat back, taking another of Chichi's towels and wiping the sweat off his brow. " Not bad, right?"
" No, of course not." Vegeta muttered, ignoring as Bulma rolled her eyes sarcastically. Bulma threw out the used needle and stuffed everything back in the medicine kit and reached out her hand to Vegeta for the ball when he held it away. " No way woman, Im keeping this thing. I wanna check it out."
She rubbed the back of her neck,confused. " Oh, okay. Just dont pop it or anything like that." She stood up once again, walking to the door when she turned back suddenly. " Oh, and I refuse to go by 'Woman'. Call me Bulma...... And thats an order."
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" So how'd Mr.Saiyan Prince take to being a 'slave' in the Briefs household?" Chichi asked, filling up another glass of Ale for herself and picking up two apples from the kitchen table, tossing one to Bulma who caught it easily.
Bulma snorted." He acted as if I was the one being the slave." She sat down on the wooden table and leaned her head against her crossed arms. " Dear God, he's so arrogant!" She muttered, her voice muffled.
" Yeah, he looks like he would be." Chichi took a seat across from her. " I gotta say though, he's a cutie."
The blue haired countess sat up in shock, watching as Chichi casually began to eat her apple. " Chichi! Are you serious? Of course he's not, What about Goku?!"
Chichi mimicked Bulma and rolled her eyes." Not for me you dope! I meant for you, besides, why would he want a fat, pregnant cow like me? That's Goku's taste." She added laughing and rubbing a hand over her very obvious stomach.
" What I mean is, give him a try. I KNOW you at least think he's cute. Its been a while since you've devoted your life to something other than saving me and Goku." She leaned across the table and covered Bulma's hand with her own. " What you went through wasn't your fault Bulma, you should know that."
" Im just afraid of making the same mistakes all over again." her voice grew quivery, the teal blue eyes started to water and she had to keep her head up to prevent spilling any tears. " I swear I dont know what I'll do if I have to go through that again."
" I've never even talked face to face with him, but I have the distinct feeling that Vegeta isnt anywhere near what an asshole Yamcha is. That man is truly evil Bulma, I suggest you dont even go near him ever again for what he did to you."
Chichi stood up at the exact same moment the kitchen door opened and Goku stepped in. The brown cow hide leather pants he wore was drenched in dried dirt stains and the loose white working camisole he wore that day was a mix of grass and mud stains. Chichi knew she wouldnt even bother to clean it, it would be useless.
" The stable doors are fixed and the horses are groomed already, Bulma. They should be ready for the trip to the market this week." Goku said, a little out of breath from the work load. Chichi handed him her glass of Ale and stood up on her toes to kiss Goku's cheek when he wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up easily, meeting their lips in a full kiss.
" Thanks Goku." She responded, standing up again and heading towards the stairs leading to the second floor. " What would I ever do with out you? Im heading to bed now. I'll see you tomorrow, guys."
The flight of stairs seemed abnormally long to her, and she ran her fingers lightly across the mahogany hand bars as her feet passed along another red plush carpeted step. At the head of the stairs, to her right lead to her uncle Roshi's bed chamber where he had retired early after realizing the new addition was a man, not a woman. Goku and Chichi's bedrooms were also in the right wing, but far enough from Uncle Roshi's that they would have privacy. In the left wing of the castle, her own chamber door faced what was now Vegeta's bedroom across the wide hallway.
The silent hallway seemed lifeless at such a late hour in the night, and Bulma thanked herself for remembering to light the candles that hung from the chandelier in each wing hallway. As she reached her door, she looked across the hallway to Vegeta's closed door. No light was coming from underneath the door crack and she leaned her head against the deep chestnut colored door of his room and heard nothing. She could feel that he was asleep inside, but he was tossing and turning fitfully and she wondered what she could do to help.
' The psychological connection.' She thought off-handedly. ' but that wouldnt work, would it?'
She shrugged to herself.' Oh well, nothing to lose.'
Bulma layed a hand on the door and closed her eyes in concentration. She fed him images of her memories that brought her comfort, those that she associated with warmth and closeness. She gave him memories of her mother, how she would hold Bulma close and sing to her when she was little. She gave him her memories of the Christmas two years past, where she shared the holidays with Uncle Roshi, Goku and the newly arrived Chichi.
She took her hand away quickly before she accidently fed him one of her bad memories, and ended the connection for now. She felt him take in the memories without interference and felt him slowly but surely fall into a deep sleep. Pushing back a few stray teal strands of hair, she walked back to her door and looked back behind her to Vegeta's door.
" Good night Vegeta."
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Oi, well theres the third chapter. If you guys have any ideas or anything for future chapters, please, please Email me or include it in your review! I want to see what the readers want. If you give me something I can work with, I guarantee I will put it in. Please Review and I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Ja ne Minna!
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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."
Bulma looked back at him with a stare, pleading to the heavens that her surprise didnt show on her face and looked back down again at her hands as she wiped away the last crusted streaks of dried blood.
She raised her eyebrows." Well, Thats not going to happen in this case. Just so you know, so dont go trying anything stupid."
Vegeta met her stare straight on," What makes you think that I wont kill you the moment you turn your back on me?" Vegeta casually remarked, his voice cocky and his demeanor calm. He was scaring her that was for sure, and Bulma was certain that that was what he wanted. " So I suggest you sleep with one eye open, just to make sure you'll keep your skin."
" Ill keep that in mind, I'll even remember to hide a dagger under my pillow in case you decide to drop on by." She retorted sarcastically, stiching up Vegeta's right arm and kept silent. The quiet in the stonewalled chamber was so loud, her rapid heartbeats and Vegeta's breathing was the only thing her ears could take in.
She knew he couldnt kill her, the Dominance Spell guaranteed her that when Bulma branded Vegeta as hers. As long as she continued to keep that spell valid, Vegeta would be forced to be loyal to her and only her. Be it in or against his will, he will serve her as long as she hold that spell over his head.
" So you're one of them then." It came out more as a statement rather than a question.
" One of what?" Bulma asked innocently, reaching into her medicine pouch and grabbing two small aloe vera leaves. Cracking them open, she smoothed out the cool gel like juice over Vegeta's newly stiched skin, preventing it from scarring.
" Dont play stupid woman. Even though you look it, you're not."
Bulma sat up straighter." I dont know wether to take that as a compliment or an insult."
" Then take it as both." Vegeta retorted, pushing himself up higher on the bed, his arm muscles taking all of his weight and Bulma had to shove him back down.
" What the heck are you doing?! You're going to rip out all the stiches in your arms." Bulma sighed." Geez. You dont have one ounce of self conservation instinct in you, do you?"
" Why do you nag so much!"
" Because paying one and a half million Zens for you, I have the right to!"
" Well then maybe you should ask yourself why in the world you decided to pay so much for me."
Honest to God, she really wondered why she did. Truthfully, there were more handsome and, poor Vegeta, taller slaves that she could have chosen. More docile slaves that would kiss her feet when she gave the signal or wait on her hand and foot happily while she lived in heavenly bliss. Whatever gave her the idea to choose HIM of all Saiyans?
But she only shrugged to her self, standing up from where she sat on the edge of Vegeta's bedside and crossed the room to where the water basin stood next to the warming fireplace. The water in the fine china bowl felt good to her skin as she picked up one of Chichi's folded cotton hand towels and soaked it in the lukewarm water, ringing it out and walked back to the bedside.
Vegeta sat watching her as she took out an extra stiching kit, his eyes moving back and forth from the medicine kit and then back to Bulma, her face in quiet concentration as she put everything she needed on the bed next to her. Vegeta raised an eyebrow as he picked up a circular object laid right in his reach and held it up.
" You use a ball as a medical tool?" He asked, squeezing the ball in his hands. "Damn, how weird are you Tersians?"
Bulma rolled her eyes, snatching the ball away from his hands. " Its my new invention. I call it the stress ball, and when you're stressed or angry," She squeezed the ball forcefully, smiling when the ball warped in her hands easily," You squeeze the life out of it. It helps release all those pent up emotions."
" Weird as shit, you people." He shook his head.
" Well you're going to need it, your eyebrow is busted and its going to hurt like heck when I stich it together."
" I dont need anything, woman. I can take a little pain."
Bulma shrugged." Okay....."
As soon as Bulma's needle touched Vegeta's skin, the Saiyan Prince roared with pain and he searched blindly for the stress ball. His muscular hand gripped the ball ferociously as he tried to hold the screams of pain in. For some reason, he didnt want to show Bulma his pain, didnt want for her to see him weak for anything.
'Typical Saiyan. Too macho to show a little hurt now and then.' She smiled to herself as she continued to stich the open wound together as tight as possible. She found herself leaning against him again, and couldnt help feeling the ragged hot breath hitting her neck and chest, and shivered.
" There, all done." She sat back, taking another of Chichi's towels and wiping the sweat off his brow. " Not bad, right?"
" No, of course not." Vegeta muttered, ignoring as Bulma rolled her eyes sarcastically. Bulma threw out the used needle and stuffed everything back in the medicine kit and reached out her hand to Vegeta for the ball when he held it away. " No way woman, Im keeping this thing. I wanna check it out."
She rubbed the back of her neck,confused. " Oh, okay. Just dont pop it or anything like that." She stood up once again, walking to the door when she turned back suddenly. " Oh, and I refuse to go by 'Woman'. Call me Bulma...... And thats an order."
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" So how'd Mr.Saiyan Prince take to being a 'slave' in the Briefs household?" Chichi asked, filling up another glass of Ale for herself and picking up two apples from the kitchen table, tossing one to Bulma who caught it easily.
Bulma snorted." He acted as if I was the one being the slave." She sat down on the wooden table and leaned her head against her crossed arms. " Dear God, he's so arrogant!" She muttered, her voice muffled.
" Yeah, he looks like he would be." Chichi took a seat across from her. " I gotta say though, he's a cutie."
The blue haired countess sat up in shock, watching as Chichi casually began to eat her apple. " Chichi! Are you serious? Of course he's not, What about Goku?!"
Chichi mimicked Bulma and rolled her eyes." Not for me you dope! I meant for you, besides, why would he want a fat, pregnant cow like me? That's Goku's taste." She added laughing and rubbing a hand over her very obvious stomach.
" What I mean is, give him a try. I KNOW you at least think he's cute. Its been a while since you've devoted your life to something other than saving me and Goku." She leaned across the table and covered Bulma's hand with her own. " What you went through wasn't your fault Bulma, you should know that."
" Im just afraid of making the same mistakes all over again." her voice grew quivery, the teal blue eyes started to water and she had to keep her head up to prevent spilling any tears. " I swear I dont know what I'll do if I have to go through that again."
" I've never even talked face to face with him, but I have the distinct feeling that Vegeta isnt anywhere near what an asshole Yamcha is. That man is truly evil Bulma, I suggest you dont even go near him ever again for what he did to you."
Chichi stood up at the exact same moment the kitchen door opened and Goku stepped in. The brown cow hide leather pants he wore was drenched in dried dirt stains and the loose white working camisole he wore that day was a mix of grass and mud stains. Chichi knew she wouldnt even bother to clean it, it would be useless.
" The stable doors are fixed and the horses are groomed already, Bulma. They should be ready for the trip to the market this week." Goku said, a little out of breath from the work load. Chichi handed him her glass of Ale and stood up on her toes to kiss Goku's cheek when he wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up easily, meeting their lips in a full kiss.
" Thanks Goku." She responded, standing up again and heading towards the stairs leading to the second floor. " What would I ever do with out you? Im heading to bed now. I'll see you tomorrow, guys."
The flight of stairs seemed abnormally long to her, and she ran her fingers lightly across the mahogany hand bars as her feet passed along another red plush carpeted step. At the head of the stairs, to her right lead to her uncle Roshi's bed chamber where he had retired early after realizing the new addition was a man, not a woman. Goku and Chichi's bedrooms were also in the right wing, but far enough from Uncle Roshi's that they would have privacy. In the left wing of the castle, her own chamber door faced what was now Vegeta's bedroom across the wide hallway.
The silent hallway seemed lifeless at such a late hour in the night, and Bulma thanked herself for remembering to light the candles that hung from the chandelier in each wing hallway. As she reached her door, she looked across the hallway to Vegeta's closed door. No light was coming from underneath the door crack and she leaned her head against the deep chestnut colored door of his room and heard nothing. She could feel that he was asleep inside, but he was tossing and turning fitfully and she wondered what she could do to help.
' The psychological connection.' She thought off-handedly. ' but that wouldnt work, would it?'
She shrugged to herself.' Oh well, nothing to lose.'
Bulma layed a hand on the door and closed her eyes in concentration. She fed him images of her memories that brought her comfort, those that she associated with warmth and closeness. She gave him memories of her mother, how she would hold Bulma close and sing to her when she was little. She gave him her memories of the Christmas two years past, where she shared the holidays with Uncle Roshi, Goku and the newly arrived Chichi.
She took her hand away quickly before she accidently fed him one of her bad memories, and ended the connection for now. She felt him take in the memories without interference and felt him slowly but surely fall into a deep sleep. Pushing back a few stray teal strands of hair, she walked back to her door and looked back behind her to Vegeta's door.
" Good night Vegeta."
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Oi, well theres the third chapter. If you guys have any ideas or anything for future chapters, please, please Email me or include it in your review! I want to see what the readers want. If you give me something I can work with, I guarantee I will put it in. Please Review and I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Ja ne Minna!