Chapter 5 - Lab rat or Guest of honor?
Buruma groggily blinked open her cerulean eyes. She was briefly blinded by a bright light above her. She tried to move but found her limbs strapped to the table she was lying on. "Wha-"
"It would be best, child, if you stayed silent. The sedatives are still in effect." A woman said above her.
Buruma turned her head to the voice. The woman had creamy lavender skin and bluish hair that fell past her knees. She smiled to Buruma, "Good morning."
Buruma opened her mouth, but couldn't form words. The woman straightened her lab coat. "You are in the medical lab. The prince ordered for you to be sedated so you wouldn't get yourself into any more trouble or hurt. He wants you to be accommodated to a room here when you can recover."
"C-clothing." Buruma gasped out.
The woman pointed to a nearby room. "We have brought you some clothes to wear. Nothing fancy, just Saiya-jin training wear. You call it spandex on your planet, I believe. We also have food prepared for you."
Buruma nodded. The drugs were slowly beginning to wear off. "Untie me." She demanded softly.
The woman reached over and unlocked the cuffs that held Buruma to the lab table. "Escape is futile. This place is swarming with palace guards and all of them know about you."
Buruma sat up slowly with a little trouble. "W-where can I dress?"
The woman pointed to the room she had earlier pointed. "Like I said, there is food and clothing in that service room. You can go ahead and use it for your needs."
Buruma stumbled to the room and closed the door behind her. The woman was right; a tray of food was set out for her. Buruma ate and dressed in the Saiya-jin training wear. 'At least I don't have to wear any heavy armor.' She thought with distaste. The spandex suit fit snug to her curves. The sleeves ended at her elbows and at mid-thigh. She slipped on the white boots. 'No way am I wearing the gloves, that's way too Saiya-jin for my tastes.'
Buruma returned to the lab a little unstably. She grabbed hold of a chair to steady herself and shook her head to clear her vision.
The doctor turned towards her, "Are you feeling better, child?"
Buruma took a step towards the door. "I feel slightly better, but I do wish to leave this place."
The doctor smiled, "You must be ready to retire to your room." She hurried to a visual communication box on the wall. "I shall call a guard to escort you to your room."
"Great," Buruma said sarcastically, but the woman did not hear her comment.
Moments later, the tall Saiya-jin with the spiky hair down to his thighs (whom she had encountered earlier when she was captured) entered the lab and smirked in her direction. Buruma frowned deeply, and walked a bit shakily towards the exit. His grin grew as she came closer. "Radditzu, I presume."
"So you do recognize me, Miss Briefs. I must say you look much more appealing without your rags on."
"Shove it." Buruma whispered.
"What was that?" Radditzu asked pretending he hadn't heard the girl.
Buruma turned around and gave him a fake smile. "I said lead the way!" '. . .Out of this Hell hole,' she thought.
He walked ahead of her. "If you plan on living long, watch that tongue of yours, onna."
"So I've been told and nothing has happened to me yet," she replied sarcastically.
He snarled in front of her. "You haven't met the prince yet. He holds very little patience towards insolence."
She hmph'ed and crossed her arms. "I'm just dying to get to know this 'prince' of yours personally. He sounds like such a charming character."
"You just might."
The rest of the trip was in silence before he stopped before a door. The door had a symbol on it that was in a strange language, presumably Saiya- jin. Other than the symbol, the door was plain, but a lot better than her previous locations.
Buruma walked up beside him. "What's this? No prison cell?"
The Saiya-jin said nothing as he keyed in a code on the number pad. The door slid open with a swish. "You will being living in this room during your stay on Vejita-sei. The prince will send for you if he needs you. Your meals will be delivered at certain times during the day, unless told otherwise. Controls for appliances are simple. Lights on!" he called. The lighting instantly turned on at the command, showing Buruma the living room. "We had the controls adjusted to your language. You will find clothing in the bedroom and cleaning supplies in the bath."
Buruma turned towards him in astonishment. "I don't understand. I thought I was a slave here, not a lavishly treated guest."
He eyed her for a moment before answering, "You are a slave to the prince. He has given specific orders for you to be treated well-"
"What is it he wants from me?!" she demanded.
"I was not told such information. You will find out later instructions." He left suddenly before Buruma could come to grips with the situation.
She collapsed onto the dark blue sofa. 'What is it he wants from me? Could it have to do with my father's company?' She moved into the bedroom. The queen-sized bed was also covered in lavish, royal blue sheeting. 'My favorite color. How could he have known?'
She walked over to the adjustable full-length mirror, studying the person and surroundings inside. She wondered what it would be like in there. Were things as they were in this dimension? Maybe she appeared to that girl only as a reflection, only a pigment of reality.
Buruma sighed and shook her heavy head. She collapsed onto the cushy bed and lay for several hours staring at the tiled ceiling until sleep finally crept up on her.
Buruma groggily blinked open her cerulean eyes. She was briefly blinded by a bright light above her. She tried to move but found her limbs strapped to the table she was lying on. "Wha-"
"It would be best, child, if you stayed silent. The sedatives are still in effect." A woman said above her.
Buruma turned her head to the voice. The woman had creamy lavender skin and bluish hair that fell past her knees. She smiled to Buruma, "Good morning."
Buruma opened her mouth, but couldn't form words. The woman straightened her lab coat. "You are in the medical lab. The prince ordered for you to be sedated so you wouldn't get yourself into any more trouble or hurt. He wants you to be accommodated to a room here when you can recover."
"C-clothing." Buruma gasped out.
The woman pointed to a nearby room. "We have brought you some clothes to wear. Nothing fancy, just Saiya-jin training wear. You call it spandex on your planet, I believe. We also have food prepared for you."
Buruma nodded. The drugs were slowly beginning to wear off. "Untie me." She demanded softly.
The woman reached over and unlocked the cuffs that held Buruma to the lab table. "Escape is futile. This place is swarming with palace guards and all of them know about you."
Buruma sat up slowly with a little trouble. "W-where can I dress?"
The woman pointed to the room she had earlier pointed. "Like I said, there is food and clothing in that service room. You can go ahead and use it for your needs."
Buruma stumbled to the room and closed the door behind her. The woman was right; a tray of food was set out for her. Buruma ate and dressed in the Saiya-jin training wear. 'At least I don't have to wear any heavy armor.' She thought with distaste. The spandex suit fit snug to her curves. The sleeves ended at her elbows and at mid-thigh. She slipped on the white boots. 'No way am I wearing the gloves, that's way too Saiya-jin for my tastes.'
Buruma returned to the lab a little unstably. She grabbed hold of a chair to steady herself and shook her head to clear her vision.
The doctor turned towards her, "Are you feeling better, child?"
Buruma took a step towards the door. "I feel slightly better, but I do wish to leave this place."
The doctor smiled, "You must be ready to retire to your room." She hurried to a visual communication box on the wall. "I shall call a guard to escort you to your room."
"Great," Buruma said sarcastically, but the woman did not hear her comment.
Moments later, the tall Saiya-jin with the spiky hair down to his thighs (whom she had encountered earlier when she was captured) entered the lab and smirked in her direction. Buruma frowned deeply, and walked a bit shakily towards the exit. His grin grew as she came closer. "Radditzu, I presume."
"So you do recognize me, Miss Briefs. I must say you look much more appealing without your rags on."
"Shove it." Buruma whispered.
"What was that?" Radditzu asked pretending he hadn't heard the girl.
Buruma turned around and gave him a fake smile. "I said lead the way!" '. . .Out of this Hell hole,' she thought.
He walked ahead of her. "If you plan on living long, watch that tongue of yours, onna."
"So I've been told and nothing has happened to me yet," she replied sarcastically.
He snarled in front of her. "You haven't met the prince yet. He holds very little patience towards insolence."
She hmph'ed and crossed her arms. "I'm just dying to get to know this 'prince' of yours personally. He sounds like such a charming character."
"You just might."
The rest of the trip was in silence before he stopped before a door. The door had a symbol on it that was in a strange language, presumably Saiya- jin. Other than the symbol, the door was plain, but a lot better than her previous locations.
Buruma walked up beside him. "What's this? No prison cell?"
The Saiya-jin said nothing as he keyed in a code on the number pad. The door slid open with a swish. "You will being living in this room during your stay on Vejita-sei. The prince will send for you if he needs you. Your meals will be delivered at certain times during the day, unless told otherwise. Controls for appliances are simple. Lights on!" he called. The lighting instantly turned on at the command, showing Buruma the living room. "We had the controls adjusted to your language. You will find clothing in the bedroom and cleaning supplies in the bath."
Buruma turned towards him in astonishment. "I don't understand. I thought I was a slave here, not a lavishly treated guest."
He eyed her for a moment before answering, "You are a slave to the prince. He has given specific orders for you to be treated well-"
"What is it he wants from me?!" she demanded.
"I was not told such information. You will find out later instructions." He left suddenly before Buruma could come to grips with the situation.
She collapsed onto the dark blue sofa. 'What is it he wants from me? Could it have to do with my father's company?' She moved into the bedroom. The queen-sized bed was also covered in lavish, royal blue sheeting. 'My favorite color. How could he have known?'
She walked over to the adjustable full-length mirror, studying the person and surroundings inside. She wondered what it would be like in there. Were things as they were in this dimension? Maybe she appeared to that girl only as a reflection, only a pigment of reality.
Buruma sighed and shook her heavy head. She collapsed onto the cushy bed and lay for several hours staring at the tiled ceiling until sleep finally crept up on her.