CHAPTER 3:
How dare she talk to me like that? As if I was some kind of commoner! I'll have to teach her a lesson.
Usually Vegeta would have kept his cool, would have gone along with her, would have answered her question, but this was not one of his better days. He still had anger in him from his argument with his father, and needed to get it out. The only way to do that was to torture somebody even a gorgeous woman much like the person in front of him. He closed the distance between them in one long step, and smacked her against the ship with his arms on either side of her head. "Who am I? Well, I'll tell who I am! I am Prince Vegeta, heir to the throne of the planet Vegeta. The planed that you are standing on at this very moment. I control everything in this planet either alive or dead, so that kind of makes you my property. I have the power to kill you, rape you, or let you go free which I probably won't do. So you better watch your mouth, and that attitude of yours. Now do you know who I am?" He said all of this in that low voice of his making twice as scary as it would have sounded if he had shouted. With every word, he had moved his face closer to hers, so now his nose was almost touching hers. She hadn't moved or even flinched through his speech. She looked neither scared nor amused. She just stood there staring at him with her blue eyes.
He is Prince Vegeta? I am in Planet Vegeta? I thought this was Earth! Oh man! How did I get myself into this mess? What have I ever done to deserve this?
"It is your turn to answer the question. Who are you?" he asked.
" My na..My name is Bulma."
He waited for a second before asking, "And? Is that all you are going to tell me? How about telling where you are from, and what are you doing here? If you don't have any valuable information, then I guess I should just kill you."
"No! I mean, please don't kill me. I have no idea what information you want! Look, I am not even supposed to be here. I thought I wan on Earth, but I clearly am not. If you would just let me go, I could be out of here in a second. There is no need to kill anybody, and make a big deal out of nothing. I would be out of your way, and you could go back and do whatever you need to do. Sound good?"
He didn't answer anything. He just stayed silent, and kept staring at her neck. She had a mark in her neck. It was an eye with a skull for the pupil. It was very small, but considering how close he was to Bulma it was no wonder he saw it. He looked back up at her, and chuckled.
"So now I know who you are. That mark on your neck means you belong to Saraneth. You are one of his many slaves, but how did you get all the way over here? He lives in a planet many galaxies away. I did hear something about one of his favorite slaves escaping. Tell me woman, are you that slave?"
Bulma didn't know what to say. Should she deny it? But how would she explain the mark on her neck? No, she should just accept it. Just looking at him, she could tell he did not take well to liars.
"Yes, I am." She thought about begging him not to tell Saraneth about her, but she knew it would not work. He was a cold-hearted prince, and would not help a slave like her. Especially when that slave belonged to his brother, Saraneth.
How dare she talk to me like that? As if I was some kind of commoner! I'll have to teach her a lesson.
Usually Vegeta would have kept his cool, would have gone along with her, would have answered her question, but this was not one of his better days. He still had anger in him from his argument with his father, and needed to get it out. The only way to do that was to torture somebody even a gorgeous woman much like the person in front of him. He closed the distance between them in one long step, and smacked her against the ship with his arms on either side of her head. "Who am I? Well, I'll tell who I am! I am Prince Vegeta, heir to the throne of the planet Vegeta. The planed that you are standing on at this very moment. I control everything in this planet either alive or dead, so that kind of makes you my property. I have the power to kill you, rape you, or let you go free which I probably won't do. So you better watch your mouth, and that attitude of yours. Now do you know who I am?" He said all of this in that low voice of his making twice as scary as it would have sounded if he had shouted. With every word, he had moved his face closer to hers, so now his nose was almost touching hers. She hadn't moved or even flinched through his speech. She looked neither scared nor amused. She just stood there staring at him with her blue eyes.
He is Prince Vegeta? I am in Planet Vegeta? I thought this was Earth! Oh man! How did I get myself into this mess? What have I ever done to deserve this?
"It is your turn to answer the question. Who are you?" he asked.
" My na..My name is Bulma."
He waited for a second before asking, "And? Is that all you are going to tell me? How about telling where you are from, and what are you doing here? If you don't have any valuable information, then I guess I should just kill you."
"No! I mean, please don't kill me. I have no idea what information you want! Look, I am not even supposed to be here. I thought I wan on Earth, but I clearly am not. If you would just let me go, I could be out of here in a second. There is no need to kill anybody, and make a big deal out of nothing. I would be out of your way, and you could go back and do whatever you need to do. Sound good?"
He didn't answer anything. He just stayed silent, and kept staring at her neck. She had a mark in her neck. It was an eye with a skull for the pupil. It was very small, but considering how close he was to Bulma it was no wonder he saw it. He looked back up at her, and chuckled.
"So now I know who you are. That mark on your neck means you belong to Saraneth. You are one of his many slaves, but how did you get all the way over here? He lives in a planet many galaxies away. I did hear something about one of his favorite slaves escaping. Tell me woman, are you that slave?"
Bulma didn't know what to say. Should she deny it? But how would she explain the mark on her neck? No, she should just accept it. Just looking at him, she could tell he did not take well to liars.
"Yes, I am." She thought about begging him not to tell Saraneth about her, but she knew it would not work. He was a cold-hearted prince, and would not help a slave like her. Especially when that slave belonged to his brother, Saraneth.