Vegeta sat eyeing Yamcha darkly, as he paced the floor of Master
Roshi's living room. "What the hells taking your idiot friends so long to
get here?" he snarled.
"Give them some time." Yamcha snapped. "They'll be here."
"By the time they get here, Bulma could be dead!" Vegeta cried angrily, jumping up from his chair.
"Just hold your horses Vegeta!" squeaked Puar floating in front of the seething Saiyajin. "Yamcha said they'd come, and they'll come!"
"I don't see what you see in here Vegeta." Yamcha muttered, shaking his head. "She's just a bossy wench, with nothing more to do but insult the people around her."
"What did you say?!" Vegeta roared, his arm shooting out like lightning, his fingers curling around the yellow fabric of Yamcha's t- shirt. "You'd better shut the hell up! Don't you dare talk about Bulma behind her back, when she isn't here to defend herself!"
"Since when did you care about the well being of someone else?" Yamcha asked, straining to removed Vegeta's hand from his shirt, without ripping the delicate fabric.
"I'd suggest you shut your mouth, if you don't want the features of your face rearranged." Vegeta snarled, releasing Yamcha. He then went back to his seat, impatiently awaiting the arrival of Tien and Chaozu.
Bulma moaned, rolling over on the hard cement floor she lay on. Her head hurt, and her entire body ached. She stare upwards, trying to make out the figures around here. There were two blurry shadows towering over her. Why couldn't she see properly? In fear she tried to pull herself upright, only to fail, falling backwards onto her back. Her body was to heavy to lift.
"Good morning princess.", someone said to her. That voice. Was that Oni? "Did you sleep well?" Every single word that rolled off of her tongue, into the open air was dripping with sarcasm.
"What the hell'd you do to me?" Bulma asked, her voice nothing more than a slurred mumble. She felt drunk. Was she?
"Why Bulma, how dare you accuse me of doing something to you?" Oni asked, leaning down.
Bulma could see more clearly now, Oni's fiery red hair distinctive, against the dark background of the room. Who else was in there? Another red haired person, a male. Was that Shinigami, Oni's brother? She vaguely remembered her father mentioning something about him existing. "I know you did something, now what'd you do?" Bulma was regaining herself by then, the fog in her mind slowly fading.
"She didn't do anything to you Bulma Briefs." She couldn't believe how young the voice sounded! So young and cold.. It sent chills down her spine. "I did, and I shall do it again, if you refuse to cooperate with my sister and I."
"So you must be Shinigami." Bulma said, trying again to pull herself upright.
A strong hand roughly jerked her back, her back hitting the ground, her head making a loud cracking noise as it made contact with the cement. She let out a small cry, tears of pain coming to her eyes. "What do you want from me?" she begged.
"Aw, don't cry sweetheart." Oni cooed. "It'll all be over soon. As soon as Vegeta's taken care of, we'll no longer have any need for you, and we can put you out of your misery." She spoke as if she were a tender mother, and it was beginning to frighten Bulma.
"What do you want from Vegeta? He's got nothing for you!" Bulma cried.
"Hush, hush." Shinigami coaxed his breath hot in her ear. "You need your rest child, have no worries, we'll take care of everything." He was calling her a child when he seemed nothing more than fifteen at the most himself?! Who were these people..?
"Vegeta has a power deep inside of him, like nearly every being has." Oni started. "And those without that power must feed off those that do."
"And since Vegeta is Saiyajin, his power is rich, and able to sustain the life we both need for many, many years. You wouldn't be getting hurt now, had you not have interfered Bulma Briefs." Shinigami whispered in her ear, playing with her hair. "But you had to get in the way. No one but Vegeta would have been harmed, had you of kept with your own business."
"But you didn't." Oni snapped. "You interfered. I suppose we shouldn't be complaining, its just another amount of energy to sustain our lives."
"I'm glad I did interfere!" Bulma cried. "If I hadn't Vegeta wouldn't have trained. Now he can fight against the two of you!"
"You expect him to win?" Shinigami snorted. "You've got your bets on the wrong party. You know the arrogant prince can't defeat us on his own, and he won't go to your humans for help. You shouldn't put so much faith in him." Bulma was silent. She didn't know how to retaliate, they were right. Vegeta wouldn't go for help, he was to proud. "Besides, what makes you so sure he's going to come for you anyways?"
Bulma hadn't thought of that. Would Vegeta even come to rescue her? He hated her.. He hated her with a passion. Why would he want to help her? "He-he will come!" she finally forced herself to say. "I know he will!"
"We shall see." Said Oni, before Shinigami pulled Bulma to her feet, leading her from the room they had been holding her in. "We shall see."
"Give them some time." Yamcha snapped. "They'll be here."
"By the time they get here, Bulma could be dead!" Vegeta cried angrily, jumping up from his chair.
"Just hold your horses Vegeta!" squeaked Puar floating in front of the seething Saiyajin. "Yamcha said they'd come, and they'll come!"
"I don't see what you see in here Vegeta." Yamcha muttered, shaking his head. "She's just a bossy wench, with nothing more to do but insult the people around her."
"What did you say?!" Vegeta roared, his arm shooting out like lightning, his fingers curling around the yellow fabric of Yamcha's t- shirt. "You'd better shut the hell up! Don't you dare talk about Bulma behind her back, when she isn't here to defend herself!"
"Since when did you care about the well being of someone else?" Yamcha asked, straining to removed Vegeta's hand from his shirt, without ripping the delicate fabric.
"I'd suggest you shut your mouth, if you don't want the features of your face rearranged." Vegeta snarled, releasing Yamcha. He then went back to his seat, impatiently awaiting the arrival of Tien and Chaozu.
Bulma moaned, rolling over on the hard cement floor she lay on. Her head hurt, and her entire body ached. She stare upwards, trying to make out the figures around here. There were two blurry shadows towering over her. Why couldn't she see properly? In fear she tried to pull herself upright, only to fail, falling backwards onto her back. Her body was to heavy to lift.
"Good morning princess.", someone said to her. That voice. Was that Oni? "Did you sleep well?" Every single word that rolled off of her tongue, into the open air was dripping with sarcasm.
"What the hell'd you do to me?" Bulma asked, her voice nothing more than a slurred mumble. She felt drunk. Was she?
"Why Bulma, how dare you accuse me of doing something to you?" Oni asked, leaning down.
Bulma could see more clearly now, Oni's fiery red hair distinctive, against the dark background of the room. Who else was in there? Another red haired person, a male. Was that Shinigami, Oni's brother? She vaguely remembered her father mentioning something about him existing. "I know you did something, now what'd you do?" Bulma was regaining herself by then, the fog in her mind slowly fading.
"She didn't do anything to you Bulma Briefs." She couldn't believe how young the voice sounded! So young and cold.. It sent chills down her spine. "I did, and I shall do it again, if you refuse to cooperate with my sister and I."
"So you must be Shinigami." Bulma said, trying again to pull herself upright.
A strong hand roughly jerked her back, her back hitting the ground, her head making a loud cracking noise as it made contact with the cement. She let out a small cry, tears of pain coming to her eyes. "What do you want from me?" she begged.
"Aw, don't cry sweetheart." Oni cooed. "It'll all be over soon. As soon as Vegeta's taken care of, we'll no longer have any need for you, and we can put you out of your misery." She spoke as if she were a tender mother, and it was beginning to frighten Bulma.
"What do you want from Vegeta? He's got nothing for you!" Bulma cried.
"Hush, hush." Shinigami coaxed his breath hot in her ear. "You need your rest child, have no worries, we'll take care of everything." He was calling her a child when he seemed nothing more than fifteen at the most himself?! Who were these people..?
"Vegeta has a power deep inside of him, like nearly every being has." Oni started. "And those without that power must feed off those that do."
"And since Vegeta is Saiyajin, his power is rich, and able to sustain the life we both need for many, many years. You wouldn't be getting hurt now, had you not have interfered Bulma Briefs." Shinigami whispered in her ear, playing with her hair. "But you had to get in the way. No one but Vegeta would have been harmed, had you of kept with your own business."
"But you didn't." Oni snapped. "You interfered. I suppose we shouldn't be complaining, its just another amount of energy to sustain our lives."
"I'm glad I did interfere!" Bulma cried. "If I hadn't Vegeta wouldn't have trained. Now he can fight against the two of you!"
"You expect him to win?" Shinigami snorted. "You've got your bets on the wrong party. You know the arrogant prince can't defeat us on his own, and he won't go to your humans for help. You shouldn't put so much faith in him." Bulma was silent. She didn't know how to retaliate, they were right. Vegeta wouldn't go for help, he was to proud. "Besides, what makes you so sure he's going to come for you anyways?"
Bulma hadn't thought of that. Would Vegeta even come to rescue her? He hated her.. He hated her with a passion. Why would he want to help her? "He-he will come!" she finally forced herself to say. "I know he will!"
"We shall see." Said Oni, before Shinigami pulled Bulma to her feet, leading her from the room they had been holding her in. "We shall see."