Heyas! Ok I don't know if this is cause I feel bad or what, but I'm
starting to write another chapter tonight! I've got homework, and a book to
finish, and school tomorrow, but who cares?!
So as usual: [Insert disclaimer and blah blahs here]
Enjoy!
Divine Creation - And WHY can't I meet him?! Oh, nevermind.
Bulma awoke in what seemed to be a dark, moldy, disgusting cell. Oh greeeat. Where the hell am I? Oh.. It all started coming back. She had wished to leave her home, and that's just what she got. All she could remember is arguing, and then an alien or something blowing up her garden, and screams, and her being lumped over some guy's shoulder, and then. Well. She's here. Groaning, she tried to get up to inspect the cell, but because she had been handled like a bag of potatoes, she couldn't move. Just then she heard a beep. Looking around to find the source of the noise she saw a small intercom built into the rocks of the chamber. "Lady, we're sending someone down to bring you to your chambers, *try* to look presentable." And then there was a faint buzz and then nothing. "Presentable my ass. You threw me in a freaking cell for crying out loud!" Irritably she brushed stray hairs away from her face and smoothed her rumpled dress. She looked around and found her shoes and wiped away the scum that had gathered on them, then placed them on her feet. As soon as she turned around ready to yell at the intercom to send someone to get her, the door opened with a rush of air and two large, silhouetted men walked in and grabbed her, one on each arm. They led her down hallway after hallway, and what she observed amazed her. The ship, as she assumed it was from the constant rumble and roar of engines, was larger than she thought. It had at least three levels so far, and they were going up more stairs. The hallways were a deep red, but because of the lighting, it didn't seem so dark. The lights were placed every few feet, and weren't that fake fluorescence. She couldn't tell what gasses rolled through the tubes, but she'd have to find out. The tiles she walked on were black marble, highly polished, and she could see her reflection in each one as she passed. I look like hell warmed over. And I'm supposed to be going somewhere?? Finally after what seemed like hours, the aliens threw her into a room and closed the door. She knew pounding on it would be useless. She'd read about this sort of thing in her books. The beautiful maiden gets captured by aliens, and they take her to meet their king, who turns out to be her Prince Charming and she's treated wonderfully and they live happily ever after! Soooo, all she had to do was wait. Right? Her room was grand! It was two floors, the second floor being kind of like a loft, or a balcony thing. That's where her bed and a huge wardrobe stood. She'd have to check for clothes later. The walls were light red. Seems that they've got a thing for that color she thought. The carpet was a very plush maroon color and when she took off her high heels, she squirmed with delight because it felt as good as it looked. There was a kitchenette off to the left, and the living room off to the right. It had huge couched in it. They were light pink and overstuffed. After inspecting all of the side doors to see what they contained, she headed for the bathroom. "A nice bath will be just the thing to relax me! And I can scrub my hair." The bathroom, unlike all the other rooms of her apartment was ocean blue, matching her hair. The tub was a shade deeper. She ran water and stripped off her old clothes and kicked them into a corner. She turned around and saw a huge mirror completely covering the opposite wall from the tub. Looking up she saw that the ceiling was covered in stars so one could look up at a sky when bathing. "These aliens have it very nice. Not bad taste either." "Of course not little one. We're royalty." Bulma jumped at the voice, turned around and looked for the source. She saw standing in the corner a man. A very well built man, although he was a little short, but still taller than her. His hair was what she noticed the most though. From what she could see it swooped up like the crest of a wave on the top of his head. Stepping into the light she saw that he had fine features and onyx black eyes. He was the picture of royalty. "Who are you and what the Hell are you doing in my bathroom?!" Bulma screamed, only half bothering to cover herself. The man nodded appreciatively before speaking. "This is not YOUR bathroom, it's mine, which means that I can be here if I so choose. I am the Prince Vegita, of the Sayijin race. The greatest warriors in the universe!" Smirking, he walked over to her and grabbed her chin. "You'd best remember that." He turned around and Bulma nodded, gulping. No no no. It's supposed to be the KING! Although this prince is good looking! But Aah! What am I saying? I just wanna get out of here. "Sorry sweetheart, no can do. You're mine now." The prince said without turning around. Bulma stared at his back wondering if she'd said that out loud. I'll have to be more careful to reign my tongue. "Dinner is in one hour," Vegita said calmly, "You'll be there." "What? You've just taken me from my home, and you expect me to eat with you? Hah!" Vegita spun around and slammed Bulma into the mirror, almost cracking it. "You will join me for dinner! Understood?!" Bulma swallowed again as much as she could past his hand at her throat. "Yesss. Under*gulp*stood." "Good girl, I'll see you then."'
~*~*~ So. The first sign of. Bondage? Oh man that sounds wrong, but hey you know what I mean. Again another long break between chapters, and for that I'm sorry, but you got one didn't you?! So shoo! But not until you review!!!! Loveies!
So as usual: [Insert disclaimer and blah blahs here]
Enjoy!
Divine Creation - And WHY can't I meet him?! Oh, nevermind.
Bulma awoke in what seemed to be a dark, moldy, disgusting cell. Oh greeeat. Where the hell am I? Oh.. It all started coming back. She had wished to leave her home, and that's just what she got. All she could remember is arguing, and then an alien or something blowing up her garden, and screams, and her being lumped over some guy's shoulder, and then. Well. She's here. Groaning, she tried to get up to inspect the cell, but because she had been handled like a bag of potatoes, she couldn't move. Just then she heard a beep. Looking around to find the source of the noise she saw a small intercom built into the rocks of the chamber. "Lady, we're sending someone down to bring you to your chambers, *try* to look presentable." And then there was a faint buzz and then nothing. "Presentable my ass. You threw me in a freaking cell for crying out loud!" Irritably she brushed stray hairs away from her face and smoothed her rumpled dress. She looked around and found her shoes and wiped away the scum that had gathered on them, then placed them on her feet. As soon as she turned around ready to yell at the intercom to send someone to get her, the door opened with a rush of air and two large, silhouetted men walked in and grabbed her, one on each arm. They led her down hallway after hallway, and what she observed amazed her. The ship, as she assumed it was from the constant rumble and roar of engines, was larger than she thought. It had at least three levels so far, and they were going up more stairs. The hallways were a deep red, but because of the lighting, it didn't seem so dark. The lights were placed every few feet, and weren't that fake fluorescence. She couldn't tell what gasses rolled through the tubes, but she'd have to find out. The tiles she walked on were black marble, highly polished, and she could see her reflection in each one as she passed. I look like hell warmed over. And I'm supposed to be going somewhere?? Finally after what seemed like hours, the aliens threw her into a room and closed the door. She knew pounding on it would be useless. She'd read about this sort of thing in her books. The beautiful maiden gets captured by aliens, and they take her to meet their king, who turns out to be her Prince Charming and she's treated wonderfully and they live happily ever after! Soooo, all she had to do was wait. Right? Her room was grand! It was two floors, the second floor being kind of like a loft, or a balcony thing. That's where her bed and a huge wardrobe stood. She'd have to check for clothes later. The walls were light red. Seems that they've got a thing for that color she thought. The carpet was a very plush maroon color and when she took off her high heels, she squirmed with delight because it felt as good as it looked. There was a kitchenette off to the left, and the living room off to the right. It had huge couched in it. They were light pink and overstuffed. After inspecting all of the side doors to see what they contained, she headed for the bathroom. "A nice bath will be just the thing to relax me! And I can scrub my hair." The bathroom, unlike all the other rooms of her apartment was ocean blue, matching her hair. The tub was a shade deeper. She ran water and stripped off her old clothes and kicked them into a corner. She turned around and saw a huge mirror completely covering the opposite wall from the tub. Looking up she saw that the ceiling was covered in stars so one could look up at a sky when bathing. "These aliens have it very nice. Not bad taste either." "Of course not little one. We're royalty." Bulma jumped at the voice, turned around and looked for the source. She saw standing in the corner a man. A very well built man, although he was a little short, but still taller than her. His hair was what she noticed the most though. From what she could see it swooped up like the crest of a wave on the top of his head. Stepping into the light she saw that he had fine features and onyx black eyes. He was the picture of royalty. "Who are you and what the Hell are you doing in my bathroom?!" Bulma screamed, only half bothering to cover herself. The man nodded appreciatively before speaking. "This is not YOUR bathroom, it's mine, which means that I can be here if I so choose. I am the Prince Vegita, of the Sayijin race. The greatest warriors in the universe!" Smirking, he walked over to her and grabbed her chin. "You'd best remember that." He turned around and Bulma nodded, gulping. No no no. It's supposed to be the KING! Although this prince is good looking! But Aah! What am I saying? I just wanna get out of here. "Sorry sweetheart, no can do. You're mine now." The prince said without turning around. Bulma stared at his back wondering if she'd said that out loud. I'll have to be more careful to reign my tongue. "Dinner is in one hour," Vegita said calmly, "You'll be there." "What? You've just taken me from my home, and you expect me to eat with you? Hah!" Vegita spun around and slammed Bulma into the mirror, almost cracking it. "You will join me for dinner! Understood?!" Bulma swallowed again as much as she could past his hand at her throat. "Yesss. Under*gulp*stood." "Good girl, I'll see you then."'
~*~*~ So. The first sign of. Bondage? Oh man that sounds wrong, but hey you know what I mean. Again another long break between chapters, and for that I'm sorry, but you got one didn't you?! So shoo! But not until you review!!!! Loveies!