Last time: *no good excerpt from the end of the story, so I'll just summarize!* Vegeta has killed Frieza at long last and has "kidnapped" Bulma. They're off to King Cold's place in the next chapter of Slip of the Mind!
Chapter 3: Sleep, Settings, and Regen
Bulma woke up in an underfurnished bedroom with nothing more than the small bed she was on and a desk. She took in the royal blue walls and sliding metal door, but upon sitting up her attention drifted towards the small window on the west side of the room. She limped over to it and groaned at the pain that shot through her entire body. She didn't expect to be this incredibly sore in the morning…well whatever time of day it was now.
She grasped the sill of the window more for support than anything else and saw in the distance the small planet she had just been on. She sighed as she saw the once completely green and blue appearance of Zrachness now had huge craters of brown and black. She gritted her teeth and tried to figure out which way they were headed into space. She assumed that the stupid monkey "Prince" would go to the Emperor's capital now that he had killed the former Lord Frieza. Damn him. Damn them both! None of this wouldn't be happening if not for their arrogance!
She decided a talk with her captor was in order and headed away from the window, tearing her eyes away from the disappearing form of Zrachness. She walked up to the door and noticed that it didn't slide open for her, nor did it have any handle or keycode box beside it. Was she locked in here?
She growled and kicked the door as hard as she could and then howled at her mistake. She toppled backwards and yelped at the lighting hot pain that was surging through her leg. Damn it! She was growing to hate this situation more and more as the seconds drifted by. Apparently her little monkey friend thought it would be funny to lock her in this horrible little room. Oh was that a huge mistake; she'd show him!
She got up from the ground and started pounding relentlessly on the door. She decided that if he thought that he could lock up the great Bulma Briefs then he could deal with the consequences. Along with the noise from pounding on the door she started roaring out the lyrics to some of her favorite songs. She knew that Saiyans had especially sensitive ears and that he wouldn't be able to take the racket for long. Then again, she didn't really know how long she could keep this up.
After being run down on a distant world and being broken, battered, and bruised, her strength and patience was not at its best. She wished she could just go home (although she didn't really know what world was her own and only recognized the fact that she was human) and curl up with a blanket and some new schematics. The pounding ceased as did her singing…er….shrieking, and she slid down the door and sat propped against it. Suddenly, escaping from this room was the least of her worries.
What was she going to do now? Her whole life had basically been thrown away; she didn't have purpose or motivation anymore. If she couldn't use her mind for a greater good as she did with Frieza, then what was the point? She sighed and slowly drifted into a dreamless and uncomfortable sleep. Maybe things would get more simple when she woke up. Maybe it'd all just go away. Either way, she was somehow content in her lonliness and pain.
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"Oh, Vegeta I love you so much! Take me…oh, harder! Harder!" Bulma moaned, writhing beneth him. He smirked and started pounding harder and faster into her tight warmth, happy to comply with her wishes. He was about to reach his peak when he heard the woman start shrieking some unaudible words and it sounded like an attempt at singing. He stopped his movements immediately and looked down at the woman as she was making those awful noises.
He clapped his hands over his ears and tried to shut out the noise when suddenly it stopped. He looked down to see Bulma smirking, with his smirk even, at him. He growled at her and cocked his head questioningly.
"Oh Vegeta, you are SUCH an incredibly dipshit sometimes!" She giggled as if it was the funniest thing ever.
"Woman what the Hell is wrong with you?!"
"As if I would ever fuck you, dear! Stop dreaming and wake up. Look around hunny bunch, because this is not what you think!" She said and grabbed his cheek and pinched it furiously. He snarled and then blinked, only to find that everything he had just thought to be reality was now a sea of aquamarine. What the hell was going on around here?
He shook his head and then looked around again, realizing that he was in the regen tank and that he'd just been dreaming. He heard pounding and yelling, and assumed that Bulma was royally pissed that he'd put her in a locked room. He shrugged it off and found that though he'd only been dreaming of taking the woman, his body had reacted to it in reality.
He decided against just going in there and having his way with her, and realized that ripping out her vocal chords may be a better solution. As he lifted himself out of the now drained regen tank he heard the pounding and "singing" linger and slow, then stop altogether. He thanked whatever god would listen for this truly holy gift.
He walked up to the locker in the corner of the room and grabbed his typical blue training suit and armor, though he knew the armor was pointless for no creature could hurt him now. He figured that after getting dressed and going to the bridge to check the ship's progress to Quadrant 9-C, Section 46 (aka King Cold's palace and the capital of the Empire), he'd go to check on the woman and make sure she wasn't dead or anything. He also realized that she should probably spend the better part of this day in the regen tank for her injuries, but he wasn't sure if he'd be that kind. His loathing for this woman was stronger than anything he'd ever felt, and it was killing him.
Sighing and groaning at the protests of his sore muscles, he put on his suit and armor then his boots and of course his gloves. He smirked at his armor and gloves. He had been prepared for the day that he would kill Frieza and had the symbol of Planet Vegeta printed on his most prized posessions; his armor and gloves. When Planet Vegeta had been destroyed due to Frieza's cowardice and growing fear for the Saiyan race, Frieza had the mark of Vegeta outlawed across his empire. Consequently Vegeta's hate for the disgusting lizard-like creature only grew stronger, as his pride for Planet Vegeta was all that he seemed to have left.
He screwed up his face at the thought and punched the wall, not caring about the giant hole it left. What does it matter? He was now king of the known universe; the entire Empire was his now. Nothing mattered anymore, and he finally had everything he'd ever wanted. He drew his face down and his mouth was set in a grim line as he realized the lie he'd just told himself. Everything he'd ever wanted, eh?
He focused instead on the present and walked towards the room's door, waiting as it slid open, then wandering down the hallway towards the ship's main bridge. The bridge wasn't as spacious as he would have liked, and only slightly larger than the room he'd just been in. However he was pleased with the pilot's chair. It was made with royal blue leather, and the only thing worth a rat's ass on this entire piece of shit.
He sat down and opened the quardinates chart which produced a small hologram in front of him. He saw that though slightly behind schedule, they were perfectly on course. He quickly pressed some buttons on the console on his chair arm, and then a few more on the main board in front of him. Yes, everything was going to work out just fine.
Now for that damned evil beast that liked to call itself Ms. Bulma Briefs.
He rolled his eyes and pushed himself up off of the seat, then headed down the opposite hallway he'd come from and walked slowly towards her room. He heard his steps echoing in the hallway and thought the sound was rather morbid. It sounded like a damned man walking to his executioner. Great, what a pleasant omen.
He approached her door and opened the keypad and pressed '3381.' The keypad beeped and the door slid slowly open, and an unconscious Bulma fell backwards through it and her head smacked onto Vegeta's feet. His eyes widened and the storm of blue that rushed into his vision and he quickly kneeled down and gathered the limp woman into his arms as if on instinct. He quickly checked her pulse and his worry faded when he found that she was fine, just passed out. He figured exhaustion and pain had gotten to her.
Nonetheless, he rushed down hallway and hallway again until he got to the regeneration tank room. He set her on the bench beside the tank and felt a twinge of pain as he heard her groan we he accidentally hit her knee. He stripped her unceremoniously of her clothes, just leaving her undergarments on. He changed some of the regen tank setting and then set her inside, placing the mask over her sleeping face.
He pressed the orange button on the side and the chamber door slid closed and the aqua liquid spilled into the tank. He took a seat on the bench and closed his eyes. If he was going to wait for that dreadful woman, he was at least going to get some sleep.
A/N: Wow, so like my shortest, most pointless chappies ever right? Lol, well I already have the entire next chapter planned out, but I didn't want to just jump into it without cleaning up the loose ends, and didn't want to make it one long chapter with different sections. Bleck. Well anyways, thanks so much for the reviews! I'm surprised anyone bothers to read this, but I appreciate it a lot. Sorry this is taking so long. The next chapter should be long and out within the next couple of days.
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