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Abandoned & Homeless
CHAPTER 3
Bulma threw her keys down on the kitchen table. There was a large plate of cookies and cakes in the middle of it. 'Hmmmm.Mum must have been bored again.' She grabbed a cookie and started yelling. "MUM!! WHERE ARE YOU?!" She listened for a response. "Out here honey! We have company!" Bulma nibbled on the edge of the cookie as she pushed the screen door open and walked outside. She turned towards the picnic table and dropped the cookie, her jaw also dropping. Sitting at the table with her mother was the same man she had given her hot dog to.
"What are you doing here?!" Vegeta sat down the glass of lemonade on the table and picked up the keys. Globs of mud fell from them. "You dropped these." Bulma crinkled her nose up at the gooey stuff on them. "Uhhh.Thanks." She went over to him and took the keys from his hand with her thumb and index finger, holding them out at full arms length so she wouldn't get any mud on her shirt.
Bulma went over to the garden hose and threw the keys on the ground. Then she picked up the hose, turning it on and spraying the keys at full force. The gunk quickly washed away. Bulma picked them back up and strolled back over to the table. She threw the keys onto the table and sat down beside her mother. "So." The two women watched him. ".What.?" "What's your name?" Bulma asked. "Vegeta." He replied. "Hn. That's weird. That name seems really familiar. It's an odd one too, so I find it strange why I can't remember where I've heard it before." Bulma pouted. Vegeta just smirked and chuckled. It was then did he notice her hair. Blue. Aqua blue. Just like his vision.
He tilted his head as he watched strands of it be lifted by the breeze and seemed to float around her face. It was much warmer on this side of town, and he was happy about that. Bulma noticed his staring. "That is my natural colour if you are wondering. I get tons of guys asking the same question." Vegeta didn't say anything. He just kept staring.
"God dammit!! What is the fascination with my hair?! Everyone is always staring at me! Asking the same dumb questions! I get so sick of it!" Mrs Briefs scooted away, and Vegeta paid no attention. "Don't worry dear, she can get a bit moody sometimes." She told Vegeta. And then she excused herself to go water the rest of the plants.
Bulma's eyes flashed with a hidden fury. "Stop staring." She ordered him. Vegeta's gaze came back down to her eyes. Cerulean blue, to match her hair. "Don't you want to know why people stare?" He voiced quietly. "Well yeah.I guess. It gets annoying after a while." She flicked a few strands of hair behind her ear. This man was making her nervous. It was like his obsidian eyes pierced though to her very soul. Like he could see straight through her.
"People stare because your hair is not a normal colour. It attracts attention. Because of its unusual colouring, people find it interesting. You hair turns you into someone different. It gives you a type of exotic beauty that no one else possesses naturally. Men find it attractive, and women get jealous because it's distracting their man. So that's why people stare at you. You have what every woman wants. Money, power, and exotic beauty. I'd be surprised if you told me you didn't have a boyfriend or husband yet."
Bulma's cheeks turned a light shade of pink at his statement. "Ummmm." Vegeta smirked. "Thanks.I guess. I do have a boyfriend. We are just having problems. He's been a real arsehole lately." Vegeta nodded. Bulma looked down at the table, but her gaze was drawn to his hands. She noticed all the cuts and bruises on them. "How did you get all of them?" She pointed to the scars.
"I walk around on my knuckles. It provides me with more balance. I never really learned to walk properly. My parents couldn't be bothered teaching me. But all my scars are not from that." He took another sip of the lemonade nervously, refusing to look in her eyes. "What are they from then?" Vegeta didn't answer.
"Vegeta? What are they from?" Bulma had more concern in her voice this time. He slowly looked up at her. ".M-my parents.Before.they a-abandoned me." Bulma's mouth dropped open, and she stared at him in shock. Vegeta looked back down at his hands and tapped them on the table. "But.These are too small to be from someone else.Do you have others?" Vegeta nodded. ".C- can I see.?" Vegeta tilted his head up a bit so he could see her. "D-do I have to?" Bulma sighed. "Look.Physical abuse is wrong. Your parents may never have taught you that. They just might have come up with some lame excuse why they did it. I want to see how bad it is.That's all.Will you let me see?"
Vegeta looked like a frightened little kid sitting there like that. He squirmed around nervously, as he brought his feet up off the ground. He looked over his shoulder to where Mrs Briefs was watering the plants. He took a deep breath. "Can we go somewhere else?" Bulma smiled knowingly. "Sure.Don't want my mum to get all fussy do we? Come on. I know just the place."
Vegeta followed Bulma into the nearby woods. Soon they came to a little clearing with a pond. It had crystal clear water running into it from a small waterfall. There were wildflowers all around the outside edge of the clearing, in all different colours. The grass was thick, soft and green, and there were a few comfortable rocks to sit on, around the pond, and under the shade of the trees. The way the sunlight came through the canopy of the trees, it made it seem like something out of a fairy tale. Not that Vegeta knew what a fairy tale was though.
Bulma went over to a rock and sat down. She patted a rock in front of her, indicating she wanted him to sit there. He did as he was told. "Now. Show me your other scars." She said softly. Vegeta looked nervous again. But he lifted up his shirt revealing the numerous scars on his body.
Some were deep and others were shallow. They criss-crossed his abdomen and some were on his chest. They were partially healed over. And they looked as if they had been there for quite some time. Most of them were ugly looking, from the treatment that he never received for them, but all were very straight, as if someone had used a whip of some sort. She bet they were on his back too. Bulma's eyes teared up. It would have been excruciatingly painful for him. It nearly would have cut him open.
"Y-you.were a kid when they d-did this.?" She choked out. Vegeta nodded. "5 years old." What kind of monster would do that to their children? Vegeta pulled his shirt back down, and lifted up the leg of his pants, swiveling around so she could see the other scars. "These are from m-my m-mother. S- she use curling iron to hit me." Vegeta started to feel really bad at all the memories that were resurfacing. He let go of his pant leg and wrapped his arms around his knees, burying his face in them.
Bulma felt really sad. It must hurt him talking about this. She suspected that he was emotionally abused as well. But she decided to ask, just in case. "Vegeta?" "What?" His voice was muffled by his arms. "Kami.I don't know any other way to ask you this, and I know it must hurt you, but did you parents abuse you in any other way?"
Vegeta looked up with wide open eyes. "There are other ways? I thought they only hit you." Bulma was astonished. He didn't know these things? "Yes. There are other ways.Emotionally is where they always yell at you and tell you things that make you feel bad. Did they do that?" Vegeta thought for a bit. "Yes. They said stuff that made me hurt inside. In here." He poitned to his heart.
"What else did they do to you? They might have told you that it was what all little boys go through or something like that." Vegeta had a pained expression on his face, and he fiddled with his fingers. He jerked his head around while rocking from side to side, making him look like a kid with one of those weird diseases. "I don't want to talk about it. Leave me alone! Stop talking about it!!" He jumped of the rock and ran over to a tree, huddling up underneath it. He held his head in his hands tightly, with his hands over his ears, as he resumed rocking back and forth. Obviously he had not been able to deal with it very well as a kid, and it was showing now. His eyes were shut tightly as he rocked.
"Vegeta it's okay. You don't need to be afraid anymore. Talking about it helps alright? It will make you feel more relaxed because someone knows what you went through and they can help you deal with it." Bulma got off the rock, and crawled over to him, not making any sudden movements so as not to frighten him. She placed a hand on his shoulder lightly, and he flinched, squeezing his eyes shut tighter together.
"It's okay.I'm not going to hurt you." Bulma slid her arm right around his shoulders and pulled him in. She ignored the fact he smelt like garbage and really smelly mud and gunk. "Shhhhh.It's okay.Everything is going to be fine now." Vegeta whimpered as she touched one of the scars. Some of them still hurt. He thought they might be infected. He struggled out of her grasp, and pointed to where his scars were. "Hurt." Vegeta never really learned to talk very well. He usually just used a couple of words, but he made an effort to try and talk fuller sentences. Bulma lifted up his sirt and looked at where he was pointing. "Damn. These are infected. Probably because you have been living in that muddy alley for so long. But what i don't understand is how they became infected if you got these as a kid."
"The fat man hits me. He got Joe's job. Joe got fired cos of me. Fat man is real mean and he don't like me. I asked him where Joe went and he hurt me. Made scars open up and bleed. Hurt bad." Vegeta rubbed his ribs. "Hmmm.We will have to get that treated or it will make you sick. Come on. Let's got see if we have anything for it." Bulma stood up and offered her hand to him. He grabbed it and stood up, wincing as it pulled on the sore spots.
Bulma led him back to the house. They went inside and down to the med labs. Bulma made Vegeta sit on a cold metal bench as she grabbed some supplies from a cupboard. "Now you wait here while I get some warm water." Vegeta swung his feet around as he waited.
Soon she came back with a large bowl of warm water and a soft cloth. "Alright. Take your shirt off so I can get to them." Vegeta slipped off his shirt and sat it behind him. Bulma could see his ribs under his skin. The guy was very thin, but she could see he had a few muscles. "So.I want to know something, how come you were talking fine before, then all of a sudden you start talking like Tarzan?" "Well I don't know what a Tarzan is, but when I get nervous or scared or something, I talk funny." "Oh, alright."
She sat the bowl of water down next to him and dipped the cloth in it. Bulma wrung it out a bit before placing it on his scars. She wiped all the cuts clean, a lot of dirt and grime came with it, and she could see he was well tanned under all the dirt that covered every inch of his scrawny body.
Eventually she cleaned all of his cuts. "Maybe you should have a shower first, before I put these bandages on." Vegeta looked confused. "What is a shower?" Bulma was a bit stunned at how much this guy didn't know, but then again, he had lived in an ally all his life.
"A shower is where water comes out of this pipe and pours down onto you so you can wash yourself and get clean." "Oh.Is it cold? I don't like cold. I'm always cold." "No.It's not cold. You can make it so it's warm or cold, you have a choice. All you have to do is turn the taps." "Okay." Vegeta still looked confused. Bulma sighed. "I think we will just give you a bath instead." Vegeta opened his mouth to ask something, but Bulma cut him off. "And before you ask, a bath is where you sit in a heap of water. And yes, you can adjust wether it is warm or cold."
Vegeta looked happy. "Come on, let's go give you a bath." He jumped off the table and went to grab the rag he called a shirt, when Bulma stopped him. "Don't bother, you will only get dirty again if you wear that. I'll see if I can find you some old clothes of my boyfriends that he doesn't need anymore.
Finally, they reached a bathroom and Bulma turned the taps on, filling the tub. She put some bubble bath in and then waited a while and soon the tub was all filled. She stuck her hand in to test the water temperature to make sure it wasn't too hot. "Alright. Now just hop in!" Vegeta looked at the tub. "Then what?" 'Oh kami no.Don't tell me I have to help him take a bath!' Bulma chewed on her thumbnail.
"Well, you take off your clothes. Get in the bath and clean yourself." "With what?" "Soap and a sponge." "What is this "soap" stuff?" Bulma growled. "Fine.just get in there and I'll help you, but leave you underwear on though. I don't want you flashing me."
Vegeta looked around nervously. "Ummm.I don't have underwear. My parents put some clothes on me in the middle of the night, and threw me in ally and went away." Bulma blinked twice.
"Fine." She turned around as Vegeta took off his pants. Vegeta got into the tub and sunk into the water. "Ahhh.Warm." Vegeta had a big grin on his face when Bulma tuned back around. She was thankful she had put the bubblebath in there, so she couldn't see anything. She walked over to the tub and stood there for a few seconds. Vegeta was watching the bubbles, trying to figure out what they were. Some floated over to him and stuck to his face. He jumped up in surprise. He thought they were alive and were trying to attack him, so he started to smack his face frantically to be rid of them.
Bulma was nearly wetting herself in laughter, as she watched him try to "kill" the bubbles. "Vegeta! Hahahaha!! Stop..hehe..They aren't going to..hahahahahaha!!! Hurt you! Hahahahahahahahahahahah!!!!" He eyes were tearing up at the funny scene. Vegeta looked over to her, he was panting from his efforts, and had bubbles all over his face. "They aren't?" As he said this, a big bubble formed from his mouth. (A/N: Think of the bath scene in Shanghai Noon where Jackie Chan is drunk ^_^ )
He went cross eyed as he looked at it, then he prodded it with his finger, making it pop. "Ooooooo!!" He was facinated with the bubbles. He thought they were pretty. (A/N: Totally OOC I know -_-" )
He brang his hands up out of the water and smacked them back down, making water splash everywhere. "AHHH!!!" He turned his head and saw that he had gotten Bulma wet. She looked angry. Vegeta put on his best "I'm innocent" face and looked at her. Her angry face turned back to a sympathetic one when she saw his expression. "I suppose I can't stay mad at you for long, I guess you are pretty excited huh?" She chuckled. Vegeta nodded, putting a big grin on his face.
Bulma grabbed some soap and lathered it up. "Now this might sting for a bit." She placed her hands on his back and rubbed in the soap. She watched as the dirt fell away with the water, making it all brown and murky. She noticed that Vegeta was very tense. "Come on. You need to relax a bit." She moved around to the side of the tub so she could wash his front. She rubbed the soap on his chest, careful not to get too much of it in the cuts. As she got lower, Vegeta's breathing got faster, and his chest rose and fell quickly. Bulma stopped cleaning him and looked up.
Vegeta's brow was all sweaty, and he was breathing heavily. He looked very nervous and scared. "What's wrong? Does the soap sting?" Vegeta shook his head back and forth quickly, as he sat tensly. Bulma gave him another look and shrugged before resuming washing his abdomen.
She took her hand out of the water and grabbed the sponge, wetting it, and then rubbing it on him to wash the lathered soap off. When she got backdown to his abdomen, he started the heavy breathing again. He sounded like he was about to hyperventilate.
"N-n-no.sssss-stop.D-don't.d-don't touch mm-m-me.N-not again." He choked out softly. He had his eyes closed tightly together again like he was trying to forget something. This time, Bulma could be sure of what happened.
His parent's must have abused him in this sense as well. She automatically assumed it was his father. "Vegeta? Did you father do this to you? Did he touch you in places?" Bulma didn't like taking about this. It made her feel awful.
"Y-yes.He.he d-did.He ssss-said that all.all b-boys have th-this d-done to th-them.H-he said th-that it w-would make him fff-feel good.I.I told h-him n-no.But h-he kept c-coming b-back.He f-forced me to.to touch h-him." A tear slipped out of the corner of his eye.
"Oh kami." Bulma was shocked. She put her arms around him and pulled him as close as she could into a hug. Vegeta nuzzled his face into her shoulder. He felt as if he could trust her. "It's alright.It's okay to cry.Just let it out."
"My father.h-he would hurt m-me if I d-did." Bulma winced. "Well he isn't here now. And he can't hurt you if he isn't here okay?" Vegeta nodded. "Are they still alive?" She asked, refering to his parents. This time, Vegeta shook his head, no. "That's good. They can't hurt you anymore."
Vegeta pulled his head up, his eyes were watering from the tears. "They do.They h-hurt me bad. In here.and here." He pointed to his head and his heart. "When I sleep.They come back.back to get m-me." "Oh.You have bad dreams.Dreams aren't real.They can't hurt you.like this." She pointed to his scars. "But they can hurt inside. Bad memories. Things like that." She then pointed to his heart. "They hurt the most in there. In your heart."
Vegeta agreed with her. "Now. Let's finish getting you cleaned up." She smiled sympathetically at him.
Bulma picked up the sponge she had dropped, and wringing all the muddy water out of it, she soaked it with clean warm water, and began to rub the dirt off his face. It didn't seem to be working very well, so she told him to close his eyes.
Bulma grabbed a stronger soap, and rubbed it into the sponge. She scrubbed his face with it gently, this time, it worked. The lather from the soap was going brown. She never realized how dirty he was until now.
When she had finished with that, Bulma rinsed all the soap off him, using a nearby containter. "Now for you hair."
She siezed the strawberry scented shampoo, poured a whole heap on his head and began to vigourously scrub it into his hair, creating lots of white froth with specs of soil in it. When she was done, he looked really funny.
"Okay. Now lean back and keep you eyes closed while I rinse this out." Vegeta shut his eyes and Bulma scooped up some water and tipped it on his head, flushing out all the soapsuds from his long ebony hair.
"Alright. Now I'm going to face the other way while you wash you legs.and stuff." She blushed and handed him the sponge, and then promptly turned away, facing the wall. Vegeta shrugged and did what she told him, using the soap and sponge. It didn't take much scrubbing, his legs had been under water for a longer time, and most of the grime had come off and settled on the bottom of the tub.
Vegeta assumed he was supposed to get out now, so he stood up and got out of the tub. He looked at Bulma who was still facing the other way. "You can turn round now. I finished cleaning."
Bulma spun around with a smile on her face, but that soon changed to an expression of horror, as she saw that there was a sopping wet, not to mention completely naked man in front of her. Bulma blinked twice. "I knew I should have told you to get a towel." She said in a distant voice. She couldn't help but stare. He was huge for such a short and skinny man. Bulma gulped. She managed to tear her eyes away from his manhood and grab a towel. She held it out in front of her. "Here! Put this on." "Where?" "Oh god dammit!!" She forgot all about his nakedness and wrapped the towel around his waist.
Bulma hesitated for a few seconds, her hands resting on Vegeta's hips. She all of a sudden ripped the towel back off him. ".You have a tail." She stated, visibly stunned. "Yes.What is wrong with that? Is it bad?" Bulma stood with her mouth slightly open. "Well, the only person I know who had a tail like that, was my friend Goku. He hasn't got it anymore though. We had to cut it off. He turned into a giant rampaging monkey. He was apparently an alien." Vegeta got a bit hyperactive. "ALIEN! YOU MEAN I'M AN ALIEN!!! I don't wanna be an alien. Aliens are bad. People cut them up and do 'speriments." Bulma chuckled. "That's experiments, not 'speriments. And I'm not going to let anyone cut you up.kami knows you've had enough of that already." She sighed and lightly traced one of his scars with her finger.
Bulma shook herself out of her little trance and grabbed another fluffier, and softer towel and started to dry him off.
"Here." She handed him the towel. "Dry the rest of you while I go and get something." Vegeta once again did what the little blue haired woman commanded. Bulma went out of the room. It wasn't long before he finished wiping his body dry and shaking and fluffing up his tail to dry it, so he sat on the edge of the tub and waited.
Bulma came back with a pair of pants, a shirt, a thin jumper and some boxer briefs. She also had some other things with her, that Vegeta didn't know what they were. "What are those things?" She sat everything down on a bench. "Well, this is a razor, males use it to shave. This is shaving cream, you use it to help you shave. This is toothpaste, you use this to clean your teeth, and lastly, this is a toothbrush. You use this to also clean your teeth with."
"O-kay." Vegeta was still a bit confused. Bulma rolled her eyes. "Don't worry, I'll still be helping you. Now stand up."
Bulma picked up the shaving cream and shook the can hard. She pressed the button and squirted a heap of the foam into her opposite hand. Then she smeared it all over his jaw, making him look like santa claus. She picked up the razor and started to shave off the stubble. "You know what? I think you would look good with a small goatee." She shaved everywhere she put the foam, except for a small, upside down triangle under his bottom lip. "Now if you shave everywhere but there, you will have a nice goatee." She smiled and wiped of the remaining cream with a towel.
"Now for the teeth." She put some of the mint toothpaste on the brush, and wet it in the water from the tap. "Do you know how to use this?" Vegeta shook his head. "Open up then." Vegeta opened his mouth and Bulma stuck the toothbrush in.
Bulma noticed that he had nice straight teeth and they were fairly white. Contrary to what most homeless peoples' were like. The funny thing was that his eye teeth were very sharp and pointy. "Now don't swallow this okay? It will make you sick." She brushed his teeth. Once again creating foam. When she was done she directed him to the sick, and told him to spit it out. Then she got him to fill his mouth with water and spit it out. Bulma gave his lips a little wipe with the towel as well.
"All you gotta do now is get dressed. There are the clothes." Before Bulma could turn around, Vegeta had dropped the towel around his waist, and was walking over to the clothes. "Vegeta!" He spun around. "Don't you have any modesty?!" He looked around. "No." Vegeta answered simply. 'What is this modesty she talks about?' He asked himself.
'Well it's not like I haven't seen it already. But I have a boyfriend. It's kind of like I'm cheating on him. Oh well.' Bulma didn't bother to look the other way this time. Vegeta eventually got on all the clothes and he stood there waiting for Bulma's next move. "Well. Let's go and put on some ointment and bandages on those cuts then shall we?"
Bulma led him out of the bathroom and back to the mad lab. She noticed that he was walking slowly and oddly. "What's wrong?" "This underwear is tight. Hurts my tail and stuff. It's not good." Vegeta looked like a helpless little child.
"Well hurry up and I'll snip a hole in them." Vegeta walked as quickly as he could in his uncomfortable predicament.
When they got back to the lab, Bulma grabbed the scissors out of a cabinet, and snipped a hole through the pants and the boxer briefs. She grabbed his tail with her fingers, pulling it through the hole, and running her fingers up and down its soft, furry, black length. Vegeta started to purr, a deep rumbling noise in his throat, as he closed his eyes and let the sensations run through his body.
Bulma suddenly dropped his tail, abruptly cutting off the pleasure he felt. "Oh shit! I'm sorry. I forgot about the whole sensitive issue." Vegeta was still in a kind of daze after that, and he didn't remember much of what Bulma was doing. But when he came out of it, he saw he was all bandaged up.
He wanted Bulma to rub his tail again, but a little nagging and annoying voice in the back of his head reminded him of what his father used to do to him, using his own tail against him for his sick and perverted pleasures. Vegeta shuddered and wrapped his tail around his waist.
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Well I think I'll stop there for now. Poor Vegeta.=( Dammit! You people better R&R or no more chappies! And no more chappies means poor little Veggie gets frozen in place, all sad and shit. =( Now you don't wanna leave him like that do you, all you loyal Vegeta fans out there??? =)
P.S. Can you not give me multiple reviews saying the same thing??? It's really annoying, and if you ppl are doing it so I'll put the chaps out faster, then it's not gunna work. You can do separate reviews for each chap, but not saying the same thing over and over again. Thanx!! =D
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Abandoned & Homeless
CHAPTER 3
Bulma threw her keys down on the kitchen table. There was a large plate of cookies and cakes in the middle of it. 'Hmmmm.Mum must have been bored again.' She grabbed a cookie and started yelling. "MUM!! WHERE ARE YOU?!" She listened for a response. "Out here honey! We have company!" Bulma nibbled on the edge of the cookie as she pushed the screen door open and walked outside. She turned towards the picnic table and dropped the cookie, her jaw also dropping. Sitting at the table with her mother was the same man she had given her hot dog to.
"What are you doing here?!" Vegeta sat down the glass of lemonade on the table and picked up the keys. Globs of mud fell from them. "You dropped these." Bulma crinkled her nose up at the gooey stuff on them. "Uhhh.Thanks." She went over to him and took the keys from his hand with her thumb and index finger, holding them out at full arms length so she wouldn't get any mud on her shirt.
Bulma went over to the garden hose and threw the keys on the ground. Then she picked up the hose, turning it on and spraying the keys at full force. The gunk quickly washed away. Bulma picked them back up and strolled back over to the table. She threw the keys onto the table and sat down beside her mother. "So." The two women watched him. ".What.?" "What's your name?" Bulma asked. "Vegeta." He replied. "Hn. That's weird. That name seems really familiar. It's an odd one too, so I find it strange why I can't remember where I've heard it before." Bulma pouted. Vegeta just smirked and chuckled. It was then did he notice her hair. Blue. Aqua blue. Just like his vision.
He tilted his head as he watched strands of it be lifted by the breeze and seemed to float around her face. It was much warmer on this side of town, and he was happy about that. Bulma noticed his staring. "That is my natural colour if you are wondering. I get tons of guys asking the same question." Vegeta didn't say anything. He just kept staring.
"God dammit!! What is the fascination with my hair?! Everyone is always staring at me! Asking the same dumb questions! I get so sick of it!" Mrs Briefs scooted away, and Vegeta paid no attention. "Don't worry dear, she can get a bit moody sometimes." She told Vegeta. And then she excused herself to go water the rest of the plants.
Bulma's eyes flashed with a hidden fury. "Stop staring." She ordered him. Vegeta's gaze came back down to her eyes. Cerulean blue, to match her hair. "Don't you want to know why people stare?" He voiced quietly. "Well yeah.I guess. It gets annoying after a while." She flicked a few strands of hair behind her ear. This man was making her nervous. It was like his obsidian eyes pierced though to her very soul. Like he could see straight through her.
"People stare because your hair is not a normal colour. It attracts attention. Because of its unusual colouring, people find it interesting. You hair turns you into someone different. It gives you a type of exotic beauty that no one else possesses naturally. Men find it attractive, and women get jealous because it's distracting their man. So that's why people stare at you. You have what every woman wants. Money, power, and exotic beauty. I'd be surprised if you told me you didn't have a boyfriend or husband yet."
Bulma's cheeks turned a light shade of pink at his statement. "Ummmm." Vegeta smirked. "Thanks.I guess. I do have a boyfriend. We are just having problems. He's been a real arsehole lately." Vegeta nodded. Bulma looked down at the table, but her gaze was drawn to his hands. She noticed all the cuts and bruises on them. "How did you get all of them?" She pointed to the scars.
"I walk around on my knuckles. It provides me with more balance. I never really learned to walk properly. My parents couldn't be bothered teaching me. But all my scars are not from that." He took another sip of the lemonade nervously, refusing to look in her eyes. "What are they from then?" Vegeta didn't answer.
"Vegeta? What are they from?" Bulma had more concern in her voice this time. He slowly looked up at her. ".M-my parents.Before.they a-abandoned me." Bulma's mouth dropped open, and she stared at him in shock. Vegeta looked back down at his hands and tapped them on the table. "But.These are too small to be from someone else.Do you have others?" Vegeta nodded. ".C- can I see.?" Vegeta tilted his head up a bit so he could see her. "D-do I have to?" Bulma sighed. "Look.Physical abuse is wrong. Your parents may never have taught you that. They just might have come up with some lame excuse why they did it. I want to see how bad it is.That's all.Will you let me see?"
Vegeta looked like a frightened little kid sitting there like that. He squirmed around nervously, as he brought his feet up off the ground. He looked over his shoulder to where Mrs Briefs was watering the plants. He took a deep breath. "Can we go somewhere else?" Bulma smiled knowingly. "Sure.Don't want my mum to get all fussy do we? Come on. I know just the place."
Vegeta followed Bulma into the nearby woods. Soon they came to a little clearing with a pond. It had crystal clear water running into it from a small waterfall. There were wildflowers all around the outside edge of the clearing, in all different colours. The grass was thick, soft and green, and there were a few comfortable rocks to sit on, around the pond, and under the shade of the trees. The way the sunlight came through the canopy of the trees, it made it seem like something out of a fairy tale. Not that Vegeta knew what a fairy tale was though.
Bulma went over to a rock and sat down. She patted a rock in front of her, indicating she wanted him to sit there. He did as he was told. "Now. Show me your other scars." She said softly. Vegeta looked nervous again. But he lifted up his shirt revealing the numerous scars on his body.
Some were deep and others were shallow. They criss-crossed his abdomen and some were on his chest. They were partially healed over. And they looked as if they had been there for quite some time. Most of them were ugly looking, from the treatment that he never received for them, but all were very straight, as if someone had used a whip of some sort. She bet they were on his back too. Bulma's eyes teared up. It would have been excruciatingly painful for him. It nearly would have cut him open.
"Y-you.were a kid when they d-did this.?" She choked out. Vegeta nodded. "5 years old." What kind of monster would do that to their children? Vegeta pulled his shirt back down, and lifted up the leg of his pants, swiveling around so she could see the other scars. "These are from m-my m-mother. S- she use curling iron to hit me." Vegeta started to feel really bad at all the memories that were resurfacing. He let go of his pant leg and wrapped his arms around his knees, burying his face in them.
Bulma felt really sad. It must hurt him talking about this. She suspected that he was emotionally abused as well. But she decided to ask, just in case. "Vegeta?" "What?" His voice was muffled by his arms. "Kami.I don't know any other way to ask you this, and I know it must hurt you, but did you parents abuse you in any other way?"
Vegeta looked up with wide open eyes. "There are other ways? I thought they only hit you." Bulma was astonished. He didn't know these things? "Yes. There are other ways.Emotionally is where they always yell at you and tell you things that make you feel bad. Did they do that?" Vegeta thought for a bit. "Yes. They said stuff that made me hurt inside. In here." He poitned to his heart.
"What else did they do to you? They might have told you that it was what all little boys go through or something like that." Vegeta had a pained expression on his face, and he fiddled with his fingers. He jerked his head around while rocking from side to side, making him look like a kid with one of those weird diseases. "I don't want to talk about it. Leave me alone! Stop talking about it!!" He jumped of the rock and ran over to a tree, huddling up underneath it. He held his head in his hands tightly, with his hands over his ears, as he resumed rocking back and forth. Obviously he had not been able to deal with it very well as a kid, and it was showing now. His eyes were shut tightly as he rocked.
"Vegeta it's okay. You don't need to be afraid anymore. Talking about it helps alright? It will make you feel more relaxed because someone knows what you went through and they can help you deal with it." Bulma got off the rock, and crawled over to him, not making any sudden movements so as not to frighten him. She placed a hand on his shoulder lightly, and he flinched, squeezing his eyes shut tighter together.
"It's okay.I'm not going to hurt you." Bulma slid her arm right around his shoulders and pulled him in. She ignored the fact he smelt like garbage and really smelly mud and gunk. "Shhhhh.It's okay.Everything is going to be fine now." Vegeta whimpered as she touched one of the scars. Some of them still hurt. He thought they might be infected. He struggled out of her grasp, and pointed to where his scars were. "Hurt." Vegeta never really learned to talk very well. He usually just used a couple of words, but he made an effort to try and talk fuller sentences. Bulma lifted up his sirt and looked at where he was pointing. "Damn. These are infected. Probably because you have been living in that muddy alley for so long. But what i don't understand is how they became infected if you got these as a kid."
"The fat man hits me. He got Joe's job. Joe got fired cos of me. Fat man is real mean and he don't like me. I asked him where Joe went and he hurt me. Made scars open up and bleed. Hurt bad." Vegeta rubbed his ribs. "Hmmm.We will have to get that treated or it will make you sick. Come on. Let's got see if we have anything for it." Bulma stood up and offered her hand to him. He grabbed it and stood up, wincing as it pulled on the sore spots.
Bulma led him back to the house. They went inside and down to the med labs. Bulma made Vegeta sit on a cold metal bench as she grabbed some supplies from a cupboard. "Now you wait here while I get some warm water." Vegeta swung his feet around as he waited.
Soon she came back with a large bowl of warm water and a soft cloth. "Alright. Take your shirt off so I can get to them." Vegeta slipped off his shirt and sat it behind him. Bulma could see his ribs under his skin. The guy was very thin, but she could see he had a few muscles. "So.I want to know something, how come you were talking fine before, then all of a sudden you start talking like Tarzan?" "Well I don't know what a Tarzan is, but when I get nervous or scared or something, I talk funny." "Oh, alright."
She sat the bowl of water down next to him and dipped the cloth in it. Bulma wrung it out a bit before placing it on his scars. She wiped all the cuts clean, a lot of dirt and grime came with it, and she could see he was well tanned under all the dirt that covered every inch of his scrawny body.
Eventually she cleaned all of his cuts. "Maybe you should have a shower first, before I put these bandages on." Vegeta looked confused. "What is a shower?" Bulma was a bit stunned at how much this guy didn't know, but then again, he had lived in an ally all his life.
"A shower is where water comes out of this pipe and pours down onto you so you can wash yourself and get clean." "Oh.Is it cold? I don't like cold. I'm always cold." "No.It's not cold. You can make it so it's warm or cold, you have a choice. All you have to do is turn the taps." "Okay." Vegeta still looked confused. Bulma sighed. "I think we will just give you a bath instead." Vegeta opened his mouth to ask something, but Bulma cut him off. "And before you ask, a bath is where you sit in a heap of water. And yes, you can adjust wether it is warm or cold."
Vegeta looked happy. "Come on, let's go give you a bath." He jumped off the table and went to grab the rag he called a shirt, when Bulma stopped him. "Don't bother, you will only get dirty again if you wear that. I'll see if I can find you some old clothes of my boyfriends that he doesn't need anymore.
Finally, they reached a bathroom and Bulma turned the taps on, filling the tub. She put some bubble bath in and then waited a while and soon the tub was all filled. She stuck her hand in to test the water temperature to make sure it wasn't too hot. "Alright. Now just hop in!" Vegeta looked at the tub. "Then what?" 'Oh kami no.Don't tell me I have to help him take a bath!' Bulma chewed on her thumbnail.
"Well, you take off your clothes. Get in the bath and clean yourself." "With what?" "Soap and a sponge." "What is this "soap" stuff?" Bulma growled. "Fine.just get in there and I'll help you, but leave you underwear on though. I don't want you flashing me."
Vegeta looked around nervously. "Ummm.I don't have underwear. My parents put some clothes on me in the middle of the night, and threw me in ally and went away." Bulma blinked twice.
"Fine." She turned around as Vegeta took off his pants. Vegeta got into the tub and sunk into the water. "Ahhh.Warm." Vegeta had a big grin on his face when Bulma tuned back around. She was thankful she had put the bubblebath in there, so she couldn't see anything. She walked over to the tub and stood there for a few seconds. Vegeta was watching the bubbles, trying to figure out what they were. Some floated over to him and stuck to his face. He jumped up in surprise. He thought they were alive and were trying to attack him, so he started to smack his face frantically to be rid of them.
Bulma was nearly wetting herself in laughter, as she watched him try to "kill" the bubbles. "Vegeta! Hahahaha!! Stop..hehe..They aren't going to..hahahahahaha!!! Hurt you! Hahahahahahahahahahahah!!!!" He eyes were tearing up at the funny scene. Vegeta looked over to her, he was panting from his efforts, and had bubbles all over his face. "They aren't?" As he said this, a big bubble formed from his mouth. (A/N: Think of the bath scene in Shanghai Noon where Jackie Chan is drunk ^_^ )
He went cross eyed as he looked at it, then he prodded it with his finger, making it pop. "Ooooooo!!" He was facinated with the bubbles. He thought they were pretty. (A/N: Totally OOC I know -_-" )
He brang his hands up out of the water and smacked them back down, making water splash everywhere. "AHHH!!!" He turned his head and saw that he had gotten Bulma wet. She looked angry. Vegeta put on his best "I'm innocent" face and looked at her. Her angry face turned back to a sympathetic one when she saw his expression. "I suppose I can't stay mad at you for long, I guess you are pretty excited huh?" She chuckled. Vegeta nodded, putting a big grin on his face.
Bulma grabbed some soap and lathered it up. "Now this might sting for a bit." She placed her hands on his back and rubbed in the soap. She watched as the dirt fell away with the water, making it all brown and murky. She noticed that Vegeta was very tense. "Come on. You need to relax a bit." She moved around to the side of the tub so she could wash his front. She rubbed the soap on his chest, careful not to get too much of it in the cuts. As she got lower, Vegeta's breathing got faster, and his chest rose and fell quickly. Bulma stopped cleaning him and looked up.
Vegeta's brow was all sweaty, and he was breathing heavily. He looked very nervous and scared. "What's wrong? Does the soap sting?" Vegeta shook his head back and forth quickly, as he sat tensly. Bulma gave him another look and shrugged before resuming washing his abdomen.
She took her hand out of the water and grabbed the sponge, wetting it, and then rubbing it on him to wash the lathered soap off. When she got backdown to his abdomen, he started the heavy breathing again. He sounded like he was about to hyperventilate.
"N-n-no.sssss-stop.D-don't.d-don't touch mm-m-me.N-not again." He choked out softly. He had his eyes closed tightly together again like he was trying to forget something. This time, Bulma could be sure of what happened.
His parent's must have abused him in this sense as well. She automatically assumed it was his father. "Vegeta? Did you father do this to you? Did he touch you in places?" Bulma didn't like taking about this. It made her feel awful.
"Y-yes.He.he d-did.He ssss-said that all.all b-boys have th-this d-done to th-them.H-he said th-that it w-would make him fff-feel good.I.I told h-him n-no.But h-he kept c-coming b-back.He f-forced me to.to touch h-him." A tear slipped out of the corner of his eye.
"Oh kami." Bulma was shocked. She put her arms around him and pulled him as close as she could into a hug. Vegeta nuzzled his face into her shoulder. He felt as if he could trust her. "It's alright.It's okay to cry.Just let it out."
"My father.h-he would hurt m-me if I d-did." Bulma winced. "Well he isn't here now. And he can't hurt you if he isn't here okay?" Vegeta nodded. "Are they still alive?" She asked, refering to his parents. This time, Vegeta shook his head, no. "That's good. They can't hurt you anymore."
Vegeta pulled his head up, his eyes were watering from the tears. "They do.They h-hurt me bad. In here.and here." He pointed to his head and his heart. "When I sleep.They come back.back to get m-me." "Oh.You have bad dreams.Dreams aren't real.They can't hurt you.like this." She pointed to his scars. "But they can hurt inside. Bad memories. Things like that." She then pointed to his heart. "They hurt the most in there. In your heart."
Vegeta agreed with her. "Now. Let's finish getting you cleaned up." She smiled sympathetically at him.
Bulma picked up the sponge she had dropped, and wringing all the muddy water out of it, she soaked it with clean warm water, and began to rub the dirt off his face. It didn't seem to be working very well, so she told him to close his eyes.
Bulma grabbed a stronger soap, and rubbed it into the sponge. She scrubbed his face with it gently, this time, it worked. The lather from the soap was going brown. She never realized how dirty he was until now.
When she had finished with that, Bulma rinsed all the soap off him, using a nearby containter. "Now for you hair."
She siezed the strawberry scented shampoo, poured a whole heap on his head and began to vigourously scrub it into his hair, creating lots of white froth with specs of soil in it. When she was done, he looked really funny.
"Okay. Now lean back and keep you eyes closed while I rinse this out." Vegeta shut his eyes and Bulma scooped up some water and tipped it on his head, flushing out all the soapsuds from his long ebony hair.
"Alright. Now I'm going to face the other way while you wash you legs.and stuff." She blushed and handed him the sponge, and then promptly turned away, facing the wall. Vegeta shrugged and did what she told him, using the soap and sponge. It didn't take much scrubbing, his legs had been under water for a longer time, and most of the grime had come off and settled on the bottom of the tub.
Vegeta assumed he was supposed to get out now, so he stood up and got out of the tub. He looked at Bulma who was still facing the other way. "You can turn round now. I finished cleaning."
Bulma spun around with a smile on her face, but that soon changed to an expression of horror, as she saw that there was a sopping wet, not to mention completely naked man in front of her. Bulma blinked twice. "I knew I should have told you to get a towel." She said in a distant voice. She couldn't help but stare. He was huge for such a short and skinny man. Bulma gulped. She managed to tear her eyes away from his manhood and grab a towel. She held it out in front of her. "Here! Put this on." "Where?" "Oh god dammit!!" She forgot all about his nakedness and wrapped the towel around his waist.
Bulma hesitated for a few seconds, her hands resting on Vegeta's hips. She all of a sudden ripped the towel back off him. ".You have a tail." She stated, visibly stunned. "Yes.What is wrong with that? Is it bad?" Bulma stood with her mouth slightly open. "Well, the only person I know who had a tail like that, was my friend Goku. He hasn't got it anymore though. We had to cut it off. He turned into a giant rampaging monkey. He was apparently an alien." Vegeta got a bit hyperactive. "ALIEN! YOU MEAN I'M AN ALIEN!!! I don't wanna be an alien. Aliens are bad. People cut them up and do 'speriments." Bulma chuckled. "That's experiments, not 'speriments. And I'm not going to let anyone cut you up.kami knows you've had enough of that already." She sighed and lightly traced one of his scars with her finger.
Bulma shook herself out of her little trance and grabbed another fluffier, and softer towel and started to dry him off.
"Here." She handed him the towel. "Dry the rest of you while I go and get something." Vegeta once again did what the little blue haired woman commanded. Bulma went out of the room. It wasn't long before he finished wiping his body dry and shaking and fluffing up his tail to dry it, so he sat on the edge of the tub and waited.
Bulma came back with a pair of pants, a shirt, a thin jumper and some boxer briefs. She also had some other things with her, that Vegeta didn't know what they were. "What are those things?" She sat everything down on a bench. "Well, this is a razor, males use it to shave. This is shaving cream, you use it to help you shave. This is toothpaste, you use this to clean your teeth, and lastly, this is a toothbrush. You use this to also clean your teeth with."
"O-kay." Vegeta was still a bit confused. Bulma rolled her eyes. "Don't worry, I'll still be helping you. Now stand up."
Bulma picked up the shaving cream and shook the can hard. She pressed the button and squirted a heap of the foam into her opposite hand. Then she smeared it all over his jaw, making him look like santa claus. She picked up the razor and started to shave off the stubble. "You know what? I think you would look good with a small goatee." She shaved everywhere she put the foam, except for a small, upside down triangle under his bottom lip. "Now if you shave everywhere but there, you will have a nice goatee." She smiled and wiped of the remaining cream with a towel.
"Now for the teeth." She put some of the mint toothpaste on the brush, and wet it in the water from the tap. "Do you know how to use this?" Vegeta shook his head. "Open up then." Vegeta opened his mouth and Bulma stuck the toothbrush in.
Bulma noticed that he had nice straight teeth and they were fairly white. Contrary to what most homeless peoples' were like. The funny thing was that his eye teeth were very sharp and pointy. "Now don't swallow this okay? It will make you sick." She brushed his teeth. Once again creating foam. When she was done she directed him to the sick, and told him to spit it out. Then she got him to fill his mouth with water and spit it out. Bulma gave his lips a little wipe with the towel as well.
"All you gotta do now is get dressed. There are the clothes." Before Bulma could turn around, Vegeta had dropped the towel around his waist, and was walking over to the clothes. "Vegeta!" He spun around. "Don't you have any modesty?!" He looked around. "No." Vegeta answered simply. 'What is this modesty she talks about?' He asked himself.
'Well it's not like I haven't seen it already. But I have a boyfriend. It's kind of like I'm cheating on him. Oh well.' Bulma didn't bother to look the other way this time. Vegeta eventually got on all the clothes and he stood there waiting for Bulma's next move. "Well. Let's go and put on some ointment and bandages on those cuts then shall we?"
Bulma led him out of the bathroom and back to the mad lab. She noticed that he was walking slowly and oddly. "What's wrong?" "This underwear is tight. Hurts my tail and stuff. It's not good." Vegeta looked like a helpless little child.
"Well hurry up and I'll snip a hole in them." Vegeta walked as quickly as he could in his uncomfortable predicament.
When they got back to the lab, Bulma grabbed the scissors out of a cabinet, and snipped a hole through the pants and the boxer briefs. She grabbed his tail with her fingers, pulling it through the hole, and running her fingers up and down its soft, furry, black length. Vegeta started to purr, a deep rumbling noise in his throat, as he closed his eyes and let the sensations run through his body.
Bulma suddenly dropped his tail, abruptly cutting off the pleasure he felt. "Oh shit! I'm sorry. I forgot about the whole sensitive issue." Vegeta was still in a kind of daze after that, and he didn't remember much of what Bulma was doing. But when he came out of it, he saw he was all bandaged up.
He wanted Bulma to rub his tail again, but a little nagging and annoying voice in the back of his head reminded him of what his father used to do to him, using his own tail against him for his sick and perverted pleasures. Vegeta shuddered and wrapped his tail around his waist.
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Well I think I'll stop there for now. Poor Vegeta.=( Dammit! You people better R&R or no more chappies! And no more chappies means poor little Veggie gets frozen in place, all sad and shit. =( Now you don't wanna leave him like that do you, all you loyal Vegeta fans out there??? =)
P.S. Can you not give me multiple reviews saying the same thing??? It's really annoying, and if you ppl are doing it so I'll put the chaps out faster, then it's not gunna work. You can do separate reviews for each chap, but not saying the same thing over and over again. Thanx!! =D
