A New Way of Life
Chapter 2
Vegeta picked her up and gave her to Psychlon who took her to a cell on the other side of the ship. Bulma, who was kicking and squirming all the way, refused to accept what was happening to her. Throwing her in the cell, not seeming to care if it hurt her, Psychlon turned on one foot and left the room. Bulma soon realized she was in a huge prison-like cell surrounded by a couple hundred other people from Chikyuusei. She felt the tears begin to well up in her eyes once again. How could this be happening to her? She wished it were all just a terrible dream.
~*~
Twenty Saiyajin warriors walked into the cell holding bowls with 'food' in them; if they wanted to call that crap they carried food. It looked more like a dog relieved itself in the cooking pot. Psychlon spotted Bulma sitting in the corner, hugging her knees. He noticed her red, puffy eyes and figured she must have been crying again. *She never stops her whining!*, he thought. He walked over to her with a smirk on his hardened face, "Hey, little one. Here's your food." He dropped the bowl in her lap. She gagged from looking at her meal. She put it to the side of her and began hugging her knees again.
"Why aren't you eating, weakling?", he demanded, crossing his arms over his chest. She looked up and sneered at him.
"I would never allow myself to eat such garbage."
"We won't be back on Vegetasei for a week. You might as well eat before you starve to death." He gave her a matter-of-factly look.
"Ha. That'll be the day. That 'food' as you call it, makes me WANT to starve to death!", she said. She flicked the bowl away from her to further note her point.
She was so cocky to him! He grinned and picked her up, dragging her towards the door of the cell. "Okay, what the hell are you doing, you barbarian? Leave me alone!", she shrieked.
"Oh, come now. I figured I'd let you complain to the Prince about your meal.", he said, chuckling a little. He threw her over his shoulder and began walking through the long and narrow halls of the spaceship. *Me? See the Prince? He kills for fun!* She was scared stiff of that tyrant. The last thing she wanted to do was go and complain to him!
After walking for what seemed like days, they finally reached a tall, metal door which read some language she did not know. Psychlon set her down gently, surprising her. He knocked on the door and then entered. She looked in to see the Tyrant of all Saiyajin eating. Vegeta
turned and glared at Psychlon. "How dare you interrupt my meal?! What do you want, baka?"
Bulma stepped out of hiding behind Psychlon and stared at the floor. What would he do to her when he found out why she was here? Vegeta saw her and smirked, "Hey, woman. What do you want?"
Psychlon answered for her, "Your highness, her royal pain-in-the-ass wishes to complain about the food she is being served."
"Oh, is that so?", he asked. He dropped his eating utensil onto the plate and leaned back with his arms crossed. He raised an eyebrow and waited expectantly.
"Yes, she says she would never eat such "garbage."
The Prince's eyes wandered over to Bulma still staring at the ground; she was even more beautiful than earlier in the day back on Chikyuusei. She's a weakling! He quickly forced that thought from his head. "You don't like our food? What is your name, bitch?"
She looked up with anger in her puffy eyes, "I don't have to tell you my name! YOU AND YOUR SOLDIER KILLED MY FRIENDS, JERK!"
Vegeta began to become angry, clear from the vein popping out on his forehead. "Watch what happens to people who disobey me." He turned to a soldier, standing at the back of the room, and shot a ki blast at the soldier's head who could do nothing but stand in shock. He turned back around with a grin on his harsh face, "Now then, what is your name, again?"
Bulma's mouth was wide open. "My n-name is B-B-Bulma Briefs. Um, your majesty."
He nodded with a smug look on his face. "And how old are you, woman?"
"MY NAME IS NOT WOMAN! And I'm eighteen!", she stated proudly.
*Hmm.. just two years younger than me.*, he thought uncaringly.
"Well, B-B-Bulma,", he mocked, "You may stay and eat with me.", he said gesturing to the delicious food laying out on the table in front of him. Psychlon was stunned. The Prince... allowing some moron to eat with him? Not even the strongest of warriors could eat with the Prince! Vegeta shot him a cold glare which sent shivers down his spine. He knew that was his cue to leave; he turned and ran out of the room.
Bulma's mouth began to water. Wait... why was he trying to be nice to her? He was the Prince of Assholes! Well, she might as well take advantage of it, she thought. She walked over to the long wooden table and sat down, Vegeta following her. He handed her a glass with red liquid in it.
"STRAWBERRY SODA! YES!"
*Strawberry soda? What's that?*, he thought. She quickly drank the liquid down only to soon spit it back out.
"GROSS! WHAT IS THIS?!" He couldn't help but laugh a little; what an idiot she was.
"Eh, it's blood."
She felt sick to her stomach. *Blood. These aliens drink blood.* After recovering from her stomach sickness, she turned to the prince to ask why he would drink such a horrid liquid.
"Well, we're Saiyajin."
"What's a Saiyajin?", she asked, gently pushing away her 'beverage'.
"A race, stupid!", he replied in a "duh" tone of voice.
"That doesn't tell me anything though. Why do you guys drink blood? It tastes like shit! Dr Pepper is so much better."
"Dr Pepper? What the fuck is Dr Pepper?!"
She giggled; he could lose his temper over the simplest things. She reached down in her pocket and pulled out the little white case he recognized from earlier. He scooted back in his chair, not sure of what she would come up with. She pulled out a blue capsule and threw it down on the ground; it exploded into a strange white box. She walked over to it and pulled out two cans of Dr Pepper.
"Here you go!" She tossed one to him and kept one for herself. He watched her curiously as she popped the top open and took a sip. She turned to him and smiled as she took it from his hands and opened it for him.
"There; now try it! It's good, I promise!" He reluctantly took a drink, licked his lips, and downed the rest of it in one gulp. "I see you like it!" He gave her an icy stare giving her the chills.
"What does your planet look like?", she felt bad for trying to enjoy herself when these Saiyajin killed some of her friends and took her from her homeplanet against her will. But, she might as well try to make the best of things.
"It's red like blood and black like the night.", he said, motioning his hand toward the ceiling. She didn't reply. Instead, she took a bite out of her chicken leg and smiled.
"Mmm.. this is so good!"
"Yeah...", he trailed off, staring at her.
After they were finished eating, she got up from her seat and began walking towards the door and stopped suddenly. She turned around and spoke up to the Prince staring at her curiously.
"Thanks for the food! It was great!" She smiled and turned to run to the door where Psychlon met up with her to bring her back to the slave quarters.
"So, earthling,", Psychlon started, "How was the food?"
"Wonderful!", Bulma replied recalling her great meal.
"You should feel honored; the Prince never lets anyone eat with him, except the King." Psychlon shook his head and stole a sideward glance at her.
*Wow... and he let me? I wonder if I should feel special or cursed?* Bulma silently contemplated this as they walked the rest of the way to the slave quarters.
*I wonder what will happen to me once we arrive on Vegetasei? Will they kill me?* Psychlon turned his head to look at an ever-thoughtful Bulma. *How beautiful this creature is... she'd be good for a screw. Or two...*
And there's chapter two! Please check out my new website, Ebony & Azure! It has all of my fanfiction hosted on it. ^^ http://www.an-eternity.com/ea/
Chapter 2
Vegeta picked her up and gave her to Psychlon who took her to a cell on the other side of the ship. Bulma, who was kicking and squirming all the way, refused to accept what was happening to her. Throwing her in the cell, not seeming to care if it hurt her, Psychlon turned on one foot and left the room. Bulma soon realized she was in a huge prison-like cell surrounded by a couple hundred other people from Chikyuusei. She felt the tears begin to well up in her eyes once again. How could this be happening to her? She wished it were all just a terrible dream.
~*~
Twenty Saiyajin warriors walked into the cell holding bowls with 'food' in them; if they wanted to call that crap they carried food. It looked more like a dog relieved itself in the cooking pot. Psychlon spotted Bulma sitting in the corner, hugging her knees. He noticed her red, puffy eyes and figured she must have been crying again. *She never stops her whining!*, he thought. He walked over to her with a smirk on his hardened face, "Hey, little one. Here's your food." He dropped the bowl in her lap. She gagged from looking at her meal. She put it to the side of her and began hugging her knees again.
"Why aren't you eating, weakling?", he demanded, crossing his arms over his chest. She looked up and sneered at him.
"I would never allow myself to eat such garbage."
"We won't be back on Vegetasei for a week. You might as well eat before you starve to death." He gave her a matter-of-factly look.
"Ha. That'll be the day. That 'food' as you call it, makes me WANT to starve to death!", she said. She flicked the bowl away from her to further note her point.
She was so cocky to him! He grinned and picked her up, dragging her towards the door of the cell. "Okay, what the hell are you doing, you barbarian? Leave me alone!", she shrieked.
"Oh, come now. I figured I'd let you complain to the Prince about your meal.", he said, chuckling a little. He threw her over his shoulder and began walking through the long and narrow halls of the spaceship. *Me? See the Prince? He kills for fun!* She was scared stiff of that tyrant. The last thing she wanted to do was go and complain to him!
After walking for what seemed like days, they finally reached a tall, metal door which read some language she did not know. Psychlon set her down gently, surprising her. He knocked on the door and then entered. She looked in to see the Tyrant of all Saiyajin eating. Vegeta
turned and glared at Psychlon. "How dare you interrupt my meal?! What do you want, baka?"
Bulma stepped out of hiding behind Psychlon and stared at the floor. What would he do to her when he found out why she was here? Vegeta saw her and smirked, "Hey, woman. What do you want?"
Psychlon answered for her, "Your highness, her royal pain-in-the-ass wishes to complain about the food she is being served."
"Oh, is that so?", he asked. He dropped his eating utensil onto the plate and leaned back with his arms crossed. He raised an eyebrow and waited expectantly.
"Yes, she says she would never eat such "garbage."
The Prince's eyes wandered over to Bulma still staring at the ground; she was even more beautiful than earlier in the day back on Chikyuusei. She's a weakling! He quickly forced that thought from his head. "You don't like our food? What is your name, bitch?"
She looked up with anger in her puffy eyes, "I don't have to tell you my name! YOU AND YOUR SOLDIER KILLED MY FRIENDS, JERK!"
Vegeta began to become angry, clear from the vein popping out on his forehead. "Watch what happens to people who disobey me." He turned to a soldier, standing at the back of the room, and shot a ki blast at the soldier's head who could do nothing but stand in shock. He turned back around with a grin on his harsh face, "Now then, what is your name, again?"
Bulma's mouth was wide open. "My n-name is B-B-Bulma Briefs. Um, your majesty."
He nodded with a smug look on his face. "And how old are you, woman?"
"MY NAME IS NOT WOMAN! And I'm eighteen!", she stated proudly.
*Hmm.. just two years younger than me.*, he thought uncaringly.
"Well, B-B-Bulma,", he mocked, "You may stay and eat with me.", he said gesturing to the delicious food laying out on the table in front of him. Psychlon was stunned. The Prince... allowing some moron to eat with him? Not even the strongest of warriors could eat with the Prince! Vegeta shot him a cold glare which sent shivers down his spine. He knew that was his cue to leave; he turned and ran out of the room.
Bulma's mouth began to water. Wait... why was he trying to be nice to her? He was the Prince of Assholes! Well, she might as well take advantage of it, she thought. She walked over to the long wooden table and sat down, Vegeta following her. He handed her a glass with red liquid in it.
"STRAWBERRY SODA! YES!"
*Strawberry soda? What's that?*, he thought. She quickly drank the liquid down only to soon spit it back out.
"GROSS! WHAT IS THIS?!" He couldn't help but laugh a little; what an idiot she was.
"Eh, it's blood."
She felt sick to her stomach. *Blood. These aliens drink blood.* After recovering from her stomach sickness, she turned to the prince to ask why he would drink such a horrid liquid.
"Well, we're Saiyajin."
"What's a Saiyajin?", she asked, gently pushing away her 'beverage'.
"A race, stupid!", he replied in a "duh" tone of voice.
"That doesn't tell me anything though. Why do you guys drink blood? It tastes like shit! Dr Pepper is so much better."
"Dr Pepper? What the fuck is Dr Pepper?!"
She giggled; he could lose his temper over the simplest things. She reached down in her pocket and pulled out the little white case he recognized from earlier. He scooted back in his chair, not sure of what she would come up with. She pulled out a blue capsule and threw it down on the ground; it exploded into a strange white box. She walked over to it and pulled out two cans of Dr Pepper.
"Here you go!" She tossed one to him and kept one for herself. He watched her curiously as she popped the top open and took a sip. She turned to him and smiled as she took it from his hands and opened it for him.
"There; now try it! It's good, I promise!" He reluctantly took a drink, licked his lips, and downed the rest of it in one gulp. "I see you like it!" He gave her an icy stare giving her the chills.
"What does your planet look like?", she felt bad for trying to enjoy herself when these Saiyajin killed some of her friends and took her from her homeplanet against her will. But, she might as well try to make the best of things.
"It's red like blood and black like the night.", he said, motioning his hand toward the ceiling. She didn't reply. Instead, she took a bite out of her chicken leg and smiled.
"Mmm.. this is so good!"
"Yeah...", he trailed off, staring at her.
After they were finished eating, she got up from her seat and began walking towards the door and stopped suddenly. She turned around and spoke up to the Prince staring at her curiously.
"Thanks for the food! It was great!" She smiled and turned to run to the door where Psychlon met up with her to bring her back to the slave quarters.
"So, earthling,", Psychlon started, "How was the food?"
"Wonderful!", Bulma replied recalling her great meal.
"You should feel honored; the Prince never lets anyone eat with him, except the King." Psychlon shook his head and stole a sideward glance at her.
*Wow... and he let me? I wonder if I should feel special or cursed?* Bulma silently contemplated this as they walked the rest of the way to the slave quarters.
*I wonder what will happen to me once we arrive on Vegetasei? Will they kill me?* Psychlon turned his head to look at an ever-thoughtful Bulma. *How beautiful this creature is... she'd be good for a screw. Or two...*
And there's chapter two! Please check out my new website, Ebony & Azure! It has all of my fanfiction hosted on it. ^^ http://www.an-eternity.com/ea/