Chapter 2
Authors note:
Hey, I'm bored and have everything planned out so I'm writing, hope you like it.
Bulma was brought upon a simple wooden stage, people from in the street started to come up to the stage, watching her.
The man who had slapped her came up to the crowd, he began speaking a different language.
Men, mostly, in the crowd began shouting things out.
It only took Bulma a few seconds to realize they were bidding on her, and that because she wasn't already beaten and nearly dead, she was even more valuable.
Finally, the crowd subsided and two Saiyan's came up to the stage, a man and what appeared to be his mate.
The man handed some money to Bulma's kidnapper and starred at her.
One of her kidnappers shoved her off onto the ground, at the feet of the couple that had just purchased her.
They dropped about a million bags, full of food onto the ground,
"You, are taking this home with us, now hurry up!"
The woman yelled.
Bulma glared at the lady and pulled out a capsule that was empty.
The woman watched as Bulma clicked the capsule open and put all the food into a strange box, then closed the capsule.
Bulma handed the capsule to he woman,
"Look lady, I am not a slave, all your food is in here, keep the capsule and give me your names, then when I find the person I am looking for, he will give you twice as much as you paid for me, got it!"
Bulma turned and was stopped by the man grabbing her hand and pulling her back to them,
"You, whore, are coming to our fucking house, you are ours."
* * *
Bulma was dragged throughout a large town, when they arrived at a large house, three men came out.
The woman smirked,
"Boys, we have a new whore, and seeing as how it is Cyanryou's birthday, he owns it."
The man tossed Bulma to Cyanryou and laughed when she cried out in pain from being slammed into the stairs.
Bulma held her sides and looked at the three men.
Cyanryou looked down to Bulma, his eyes softening for just a split second before he looked back to his father,
"Father, can I stay with this pathetic whore, we were just going to go and train . . ."
The father smirked and looked down at Bulma,
"Why the fuck not?"
The mother threw the capsule at Bulma and started to walk off.
The other two men slapped Bulma's face as they passed her and followed their parents to the training arena.
As soon as the four were gone, Cyanryou rushed to Bulma and touched her arm that had been the first thing to make contact with the stairs.
Bulma flinched and whimpered a bit, she tried to make herself look as small as possible.
Cyanryou frowned and lifted Bulma up.
Bulma struggled from his grasp and backed away from him.
Cyanryou reached hesitantly foreword and tried to look thoughtful,
"Don't worry miss, I'm not anything like my family, I would rather die then hurt you, please, you have to believe me."
Bulma sensed the pleadingness in his voice and let him take her waist lightly and pull her into the house.
It was a nice place, a little dirty, but nice.
Cyanryou sat Bulma down on a couch in the biggest room,
"I'll do your chores, you just sit there, and by the way, what's your name?"
Bulma cleared her throat,
"My . . . my name is Bulma."
She whispered.
Cyanryou smirked.
'A nicer version of Vegeta's smirk'
Bulma thought.
"Well my name is Cyanryou, Bulma's a really pretty name . . . so tell me about yourself."
Bulma couldn't help it, Cyanryou's curiosity in her made her feel appreciated . . . Vegeta had been the same way, wanting to know everything about her, but he had done it in a more rude way.
* * *
Vegeta smirked at his sister,
"I'm going for a walk . . . and I will be back, but first, I need some royalty armor."
Apiphanie nodded and started to walk off.
They came into a large room, Vegeta remembered this room to be his fathers, and now that he was big enough, he would probably be able to fit into his father's clothes.
Apiphanie had already decreased from Super Saiyan to normal, but she was curious as to why Vegeta was staying in Super Saiyan form.
"Vegeta? Why are you still Super Saiyan?"
Vegeta had just noticed that he hadn't decreased, so he decreased,
"Sometimes I forget."
Apiphanie held out a new version and an old version of royal armor for Vegeta.
He took the new one and it looked a little better.
Apiphanie turned around and looked at the wall as Vegeta got changed,
"What should I do if this woman comes here?"
She asked.
Vegeta strapped the red cape on and rolled his shoulders,
"Give her some royal armor, she would be happy with no less, and respect her, she will always win at a mental fight, physical not so much."
With that he flew off.
Apiphanie turned around and blinked,
"Why royalty?"
She asked the empty room.
* * *
Vegeta strolled down the streets of the higher ranked Saiyan's; the odd person was able to recognize him.
A group of three guys and a woman walked in front of him, cutting him off rudely,
"Fools, who do you think you are!?"
Vegeta yelled.
They turned around and glared at Vegeta,
"We are of higher rank then you so you need to respect us!"
Vegeta's temper rose dramatically,
'obviously, they have not looked at my armor . . . which has the fucking royal symbol planted n it!'
he yelled in his head,
"I am far higher in rank than you, say hello to a king you fuckers."
He growled.
The four Saiyan's looked to Vegeta's chest, to make sure of what Vegeta was saying, was true.
The man looked momentarily mortified, then composed himself,
"That's a crack, our king died because of Frieza!"
Vegeta chuckled, he wanted one small lie, that way he could clarify everyone's beliefs.
"Frieza never killed my father, I killed him . . . and only one year ago, I killed Frieza."
The four Saiyan's blinked and instantly bowed,
"We are sorry your majesty, we didn't know."
They said hesitantly.
Vegeta smirked, then some old lady caught his eye, and he recognized her instantly.
The old woman had over heard Vegeta's words and was whimpering as he came closer,
"Are you Bardocks mate?"
he asked sharply.
The woman nodded.
"Mother of Kakarott?"
he asked."
The woman nodded again.
Vegeta growled, he knew that Kakarott would probably want to see his mother, and knew that he was coming,
"You are to be at the castle within two days, bring your direct family, and I mean direct, also bring all your things . . . in a few days, maybe weeks, someone wishes to speak with you and he needs immediate contact."
The woman bowed and scurried off.
* * *
Bulma finished telling Cyanryou about her life, she had even told him a few things about Vegeta.
Over the time of her talking, he never seemed not to be interested, always watching her with childish eyes.
Suddenly, Cyanryou bolted for the window,
"Shit, they're coming back!"
he murmured.
Bulma looked at him, then he grabbed her waist and pulled her into his bedroom.
The front door clicked open as Cyanryou closed his bedroom door.
His father walked into the living room, giving it a quick inspection, then he looked at his son's closed bedroom door with a frown.
Authors note:
Haha, little cliffy!
I'll write more ASAP I swear, I'll write as fast as I can!
Authors note:
Hey, I'm bored and have everything planned out so I'm writing, hope you like it.
Bulma was brought upon a simple wooden stage, people from in the street started to come up to the stage, watching her.
The man who had slapped her came up to the crowd, he began speaking a different language.
Men, mostly, in the crowd began shouting things out.
It only took Bulma a few seconds to realize they were bidding on her, and that because she wasn't already beaten and nearly dead, she was even more valuable.
Finally, the crowd subsided and two Saiyan's came up to the stage, a man and what appeared to be his mate.
The man handed some money to Bulma's kidnapper and starred at her.
One of her kidnappers shoved her off onto the ground, at the feet of the couple that had just purchased her.
They dropped about a million bags, full of food onto the ground,
"You, are taking this home with us, now hurry up!"
The woman yelled.
Bulma glared at the lady and pulled out a capsule that was empty.
The woman watched as Bulma clicked the capsule open and put all the food into a strange box, then closed the capsule.
Bulma handed the capsule to he woman,
"Look lady, I am not a slave, all your food is in here, keep the capsule and give me your names, then when I find the person I am looking for, he will give you twice as much as you paid for me, got it!"
Bulma turned and was stopped by the man grabbing her hand and pulling her back to them,
"You, whore, are coming to our fucking house, you are ours."
* * *
Bulma was dragged throughout a large town, when they arrived at a large house, three men came out.
The woman smirked,
"Boys, we have a new whore, and seeing as how it is Cyanryou's birthday, he owns it."
The man tossed Bulma to Cyanryou and laughed when she cried out in pain from being slammed into the stairs.
Bulma held her sides and looked at the three men.
Cyanryou looked down to Bulma, his eyes softening for just a split second before he looked back to his father,
"Father, can I stay with this pathetic whore, we were just going to go and train . . ."
The father smirked and looked down at Bulma,
"Why the fuck not?"
The mother threw the capsule at Bulma and started to walk off.
The other two men slapped Bulma's face as they passed her and followed their parents to the training arena.
As soon as the four were gone, Cyanryou rushed to Bulma and touched her arm that had been the first thing to make contact with the stairs.
Bulma flinched and whimpered a bit, she tried to make herself look as small as possible.
Cyanryou frowned and lifted Bulma up.
Bulma struggled from his grasp and backed away from him.
Cyanryou reached hesitantly foreword and tried to look thoughtful,
"Don't worry miss, I'm not anything like my family, I would rather die then hurt you, please, you have to believe me."
Bulma sensed the pleadingness in his voice and let him take her waist lightly and pull her into the house.
It was a nice place, a little dirty, but nice.
Cyanryou sat Bulma down on a couch in the biggest room,
"I'll do your chores, you just sit there, and by the way, what's your name?"
Bulma cleared her throat,
"My . . . my name is Bulma."
She whispered.
Cyanryou smirked.
'A nicer version of Vegeta's smirk'
Bulma thought.
"Well my name is Cyanryou, Bulma's a really pretty name . . . so tell me about yourself."
Bulma couldn't help it, Cyanryou's curiosity in her made her feel appreciated . . . Vegeta had been the same way, wanting to know everything about her, but he had done it in a more rude way.
* * *
Vegeta smirked at his sister,
"I'm going for a walk . . . and I will be back, but first, I need some royalty armor."
Apiphanie nodded and started to walk off.
They came into a large room, Vegeta remembered this room to be his fathers, and now that he was big enough, he would probably be able to fit into his father's clothes.
Apiphanie had already decreased from Super Saiyan to normal, but she was curious as to why Vegeta was staying in Super Saiyan form.
"Vegeta? Why are you still Super Saiyan?"
Vegeta had just noticed that he hadn't decreased, so he decreased,
"Sometimes I forget."
Apiphanie held out a new version and an old version of royal armor for Vegeta.
He took the new one and it looked a little better.
Apiphanie turned around and looked at the wall as Vegeta got changed,
"What should I do if this woman comes here?"
She asked.
Vegeta strapped the red cape on and rolled his shoulders,
"Give her some royal armor, she would be happy with no less, and respect her, she will always win at a mental fight, physical not so much."
With that he flew off.
Apiphanie turned around and blinked,
"Why royalty?"
She asked the empty room.
* * *
Vegeta strolled down the streets of the higher ranked Saiyan's; the odd person was able to recognize him.
A group of three guys and a woman walked in front of him, cutting him off rudely,
"Fools, who do you think you are!?"
Vegeta yelled.
They turned around and glared at Vegeta,
"We are of higher rank then you so you need to respect us!"
Vegeta's temper rose dramatically,
'obviously, they have not looked at my armor . . . which has the fucking royal symbol planted n it!'
he yelled in his head,
"I am far higher in rank than you, say hello to a king you fuckers."
He growled.
The four Saiyan's looked to Vegeta's chest, to make sure of what Vegeta was saying, was true.
The man looked momentarily mortified, then composed himself,
"That's a crack, our king died because of Frieza!"
Vegeta chuckled, he wanted one small lie, that way he could clarify everyone's beliefs.
"Frieza never killed my father, I killed him . . . and only one year ago, I killed Frieza."
The four Saiyan's blinked and instantly bowed,
"We are sorry your majesty, we didn't know."
They said hesitantly.
Vegeta smirked, then some old lady caught his eye, and he recognized her instantly.
The old woman had over heard Vegeta's words and was whimpering as he came closer,
"Are you Bardocks mate?"
he asked sharply.
The woman nodded.
"Mother of Kakarott?"
he asked."
The woman nodded again.
Vegeta growled, he knew that Kakarott would probably want to see his mother, and knew that he was coming,
"You are to be at the castle within two days, bring your direct family, and I mean direct, also bring all your things . . . in a few days, maybe weeks, someone wishes to speak with you and he needs immediate contact."
The woman bowed and scurried off.
* * *
Bulma finished telling Cyanryou about her life, she had even told him a few things about Vegeta.
Over the time of her talking, he never seemed not to be interested, always watching her with childish eyes.
Suddenly, Cyanryou bolted for the window,
"Shit, they're coming back!"
he murmured.
Bulma looked at him, then he grabbed her waist and pulled her into his bedroom.
The front door clicked open as Cyanryou closed his bedroom door.
His father walked into the living room, giving it a quick inspection, then he looked at his son's closed bedroom door with a frown.
Authors note:
Haha, little cliffy!
I'll write more ASAP I swear, I'll write as fast as I can!