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Chapter Two, What Have I Done?
Bulma stared at the door for a moment, her head tilted to the side. She then nudged the door open with her foot, peeking in through the crack. Her straight lips curled into a smile as she watched the man in the room. He was training by himself, using a punching bag. His back was to the door, so Bulma tweeked the door open just wide enough to fit inside without making her obvious.
The door made no sound as she closed it, so she stood there, smiling like a school girl. Bulma watched her new client contently. She dropped her bag next to the door and began moving across the walls, looking at the paintings. She had stopped in front of a painting of a beautiful woman. Bulma looked at her client and back at the painting, assuming they were related. Her head fell to the side again as she looked into the eyes of the woman, almost hypnotically.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Bulma heard a low, rough voice call from behind her. She jumped and turned around quickly, an alarmed look on her face. Her eyes were a little wide, noticing how close he was to her. She had made out his features. Small beautiful, but rough, black eyes, high hair line and a particularly pointy nose. Her eyebrows raised at him and she looked over her shoulder at the woman again.
"Yeah. Who is she?" Bulma asked curiously, looking back at the man, also noticing that he wasn't much taller than herself. She smiled inside at the little man. Her fingers fidgited, she a little afraid of the Prince. Her blue eyes became narrow, as she waited for the reply.
The Lord raised one eyebrow at Bulma and a smirk crept across his lips. "Are you that naive, woman?" He asked rudely and put his hands behind his head. "Why are you still here? I thought I told you to leave." The man turned his back to Bulma.
Bulma looked around his room and noticed that the name 'Vegeta' was written on one of the near by paintings. She avoided the question. "So, your name is Vegeta?" She asked and walked in front of him, getting his attention back. Bulma smiled kindly to his smirk. "Like I said, I'm here to help." She said and stretched her arms above her head.
Vegeta, being the type not to turn down a woman twice, smirked again. "Put your arms down, girl. I am the Prince, your Lord. You obey me, not the other way around." He said and pointed to the door. "If you really want to get to know the real me, meet one of my guards. They know everything there is to know." His hands clentched again
Bulma let out a little laugh. "I want to hear about you from you. Not the man outside the circle." Bulma circled around him once. "Why are you so pro-woman?" She asked officially.
Vegeta was shocked at what she had just asked him. His eyes narrowed and he glowered at her. "That is none of your business, woman. And I think it's high time you leave. I cannot train when you are around." He proclaimed and pointed to the door.
Bulma looked at the door and shook her head. "No. I think you need to be a little more social. Train. With me around. And, if your wondering, I'm a docter, but everyone just calls me Bulma. Feel free to call me either." She answered and went to get her bag.
"You are in my room, you will obey me. I am your Lord. I do not care if your a doctor or not, you have no right to tell me what to do, girl." Vegeta growled at her. "What is it you have in your bag, girl?" He asked angrily, his temper raising.
Bulma opened her bag and pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen. "It's going to show how you acted today. So I know if you improve or get worse with my instruction. I was told you needed some company from a woman, so I will just have to do some work with the whole situation." She answered and sat down in a vacant chair. She watched his tail swing back and forth. "I suggest that you cooperate with me, otherwise it'll be much harder on both of us. We will go easy for the first day." She crossed one leg over the other and watched Vegeta.
Vegeta stared back and glowered. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to answer to her, so he kept on staring. Vegeta glared and glared, waiting for Bulma to say something else. He snorted and crossed his arms. " I will not do as you want me to." He said with a smirk.
Bulma raised an eyebrow, noting his black eyes sparkling with confidence. "The stubborn type.." She muttered under her breath and wrote on the sheet of paper. "What will I have to do to get you to cooperate?" She asked, looking back up at him.
Vegeta snorted again. "Nothing. Just get out of my room. I'm busy." He said and nodded. He watched as Bulma stood up and walked gracefully over to him. Vegeta watched curiously. "And what do you think your doing?"
"I hate to do this, but.." Bulma answered as she stood behind him. She winced as he screamed in agony after a second. The Saya-jin tail had to have been the most sensative thing on them, and she had wrapped her hands around it and tightened her grip just a little. "I'm sorry.." Bulma said as he turned around and grabbed her by the shoulders angrily.
Vegeta's face had a few drops of sweat slip down as he tightened his grip on her shoulders. Vegeta felt her bones crush under his hands, but he still hadn't stopped. Bulma had winced once.. twice.. three times before he let her fall to the floor. Bulma was knocked out of her senses from his strength.
Vegeta growled at Bulma lying on the floor. Once he had thought about what he had done, he picked her up in his arms and carried Bulma over to his bed. He set her there carefully, watching the blood seep through her cloths. He looked at her with a concerned look on his face. 'What have I done...?' He asked himself.
Eventually Vegeta got up and called a doctor to his room. "So.. how is she, Doctor?" He asked, the concerned look had left his face. He now just wanted out of this situation. The doc looked up from examining Bulma and shook his head.
"It's not good. Her shoulder bones have been broken, and to have them healed fully will take a very long process. She'll have to be bathed every so hours. The girl won't be able to be left alone for too long. There are medicines and such. All in all, someone has to be with her all the time. She cannot be left alone." The doc answered sadly. "Seemingly how you have done this to her, I feel it best you take care of her." He answered and handed the perscription medicines to Vegeta.
"Wha-?" Vegeta said, looking at the pill bottles in his hands.
Hmm.. there ya go. Enjoy.
Chapter Two, What Have I Done?
Bulma stared at the door for a moment, her head tilted to the side. She then nudged the door open with her foot, peeking in through the crack. Her straight lips curled into a smile as she watched the man in the room. He was training by himself, using a punching bag. His back was to the door, so Bulma tweeked the door open just wide enough to fit inside without making her obvious.
The door made no sound as she closed it, so she stood there, smiling like a school girl. Bulma watched her new client contently. She dropped her bag next to the door and began moving across the walls, looking at the paintings. She had stopped in front of a painting of a beautiful woman. Bulma looked at her client and back at the painting, assuming they were related. Her head fell to the side again as she looked into the eyes of the woman, almost hypnotically.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Bulma heard a low, rough voice call from behind her. She jumped and turned around quickly, an alarmed look on her face. Her eyes were a little wide, noticing how close he was to her. She had made out his features. Small beautiful, but rough, black eyes, high hair line and a particularly pointy nose. Her eyebrows raised at him and she looked over her shoulder at the woman again.
"Yeah. Who is she?" Bulma asked curiously, looking back at the man, also noticing that he wasn't much taller than herself. She smiled inside at the little man. Her fingers fidgited, she a little afraid of the Prince. Her blue eyes became narrow, as she waited for the reply.
The Lord raised one eyebrow at Bulma and a smirk crept across his lips. "Are you that naive, woman?" He asked rudely and put his hands behind his head. "Why are you still here? I thought I told you to leave." The man turned his back to Bulma.
Bulma looked around his room and noticed that the name 'Vegeta' was written on one of the near by paintings. She avoided the question. "So, your name is Vegeta?" She asked and walked in front of him, getting his attention back. Bulma smiled kindly to his smirk. "Like I said, I'm here to help." She said and stretched her arms above her head.
Vegeta, being the type not to turn down a woman twice, smirked again. "Put your arms down, girl. I am the Prince, your Lord. You obey me, not the other way around." He said and pointed to the door. "If you really want to get to know the real me, meet one of my guards. They know everything there is to know." His hands clentched again
Bulma let out a little laugh. "I want to hear about you from you. Not the man outside the circle." Bulma circled around him once. "Why are you so pro-woman?" She asked officially.
Vegeta was shocked at what she had just asked him. His eyes narrowed and he glowered at her. "That is none of your business, woman. And I think it's high time you leave. I cannot train when you are around." He proclaimed and pointed to the door.
Bulma looked at the door and shook her head. "No. I think you need to be a little more social. Train. With me around. And, if your wondering, I'm a docter, but everyone just calls me Bulma. Feel free to call me either." She answered and went to get her bag.
"You are in my room, you will obey me. I am your Lord. I do not care if your a doctor or not, you have no right to tell me what to do, girl." Vegeta growled at her. "What is it you have in your bag, girl?" He asked angrily, his temper raising.
Bulma opened her bag and pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen. "It's going to show how you acted today. So I know if you improve or get worse with my instruction. I was told you needed some company from a woman, so I will just have to do some work with the whole situation." She answered and sat down in a vacant chair. She watched his tail swing back and forth. "I suggest that you cooperate with me, otherwise it'll be much harder on both of us. We will go easy for the first day." She crossed one leg over the other and watched Vegeta.
Vegeta stared back and glowered. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to answer to her, so he kept on staring. Vegeta glared and glared, waiting for Bulma to say something else. He snorted and crossed his arms. " I will not do as you want me to." He said with a smirk.
Bulma raised an eyebrow, noting his black eyes sparkling with confidence. "The stubborn type.." She muttered under her breath and wrote on the sheet of paper. "What will I have to do to get you to cooperate?" She asked, looking back up at him.
Vegeta snorted again. "Nothing. Just get out of my room. I'm busy." He said and nodded. He watched as Bulma stood up and walked gracefully over to him. Vegeta watched curiously. "And what do you think your doing?"
"I hate to do this, but.." Bulma answered as she stood behind him. She winced as he screamed in agony after a second. The Saya-jin tail had to have been the most sensative thing on them, and she had wrapped her hands around it and tightened her grip just a little. "I'm sorry.." Bulma said as he turned around and grabbed her by the shoulders angrily.
Vegeta's face had a few drops of sweat slip down as he tightened his grip on her shoulders. Vegeta felt her bones crush under his hands, but he still hadn't stopped. Bulma had winced once.. twice.. three times before he let her fall to the floor. Bulma was knocked out of her senses from his strength.
Vegeta growled at Bulma lying on the floor. Once he had thought about what he had done, he picked her up in his arms and carried Bulma over to his bed. He set her there carefully, watching the blood seep through her cloths. He looked at her with a concerned look on his face. 'What have I done...?' He asked himself.
Eventually Vegeta got up and called a doctor to his room. "So.. how is she, Doctor?" He asked, the concerned look had left his face. He now just wanted out of this situation. The doc looked up from examining Bulma and shook his head.
"It's not good. Her shoulder bones have been broken, and to have them healed fully will take a very long process. She'll have to be bathed every so hours. The girl won't be able to be left alone for too long. There are medicines and such. All in all, someone has to be with her all the time. She cannot be left alone." The doc answered sadly. "Seemingly how you have done this to her, I feel it best you take care of her." He answered and handed the perscription medicines to Vegeta.
"Wha-?" Vegeta said, looking at the pill bottles in his hands.
Hmm.. there ya go. Enjoy.