Disclaimer: I'm running out of things to say about my fish, which is the only thing I have claims on.
Author Note: This chapter might look short, but it's over two-thousand words, and I usually don't make my chapters very much bigger than that. Not as much speech this chapter, that's probably why it might look shorter.
I was quite relieved when her glare fell from me, I made my way up the stairs to my room, I could finally let down my guard, and not have to worry about her wanting to, "Care," for me. That's all I needed, to have the woman find me limping! I'm not a baby, and certainly not Bulma's baby! Bulma... What were her parents thinking when they called her that vile name! I didn't call her Woman out of disrespect, well not at first at least... I just, didn't know her name, when I arrived here.... Woman just kind of stuck, yeah I guess you could say that.
Now, I do it out of disrespect, and to annoy that loud, blue beast. Heh... Beauty and the Beast, Yamcha, and Bulma... Hmph, It's a shame that the beast will never find anything past the beauty that she thinks she detects in Yamcha. The woman overlooks the confessions in his eyes, the marks and scratches on his back, and the obviously disgusting two-timing.
What confuses me the most is how he can gather the strength to even stare at his reflection in the morning. It's true that I have nothing but hate for the woman that has irritated me to the depths of my insanity, but I loathe weakness. Not only physical weakness, but emotional weakness. He shows no signs of pride, no signs of regret to the hurt, and despair that he is causing within her. He is the result of so much distaste that I would literately spit-up my meal if I even caught a glimpse of him before my stomach settled.
On my planet, it wasn't against the law to cheat on your mate, but you would be forced to suffer the consequences... Death... If not by your so called, "Lover," then her father would destroy you. Yamcha the ultimate scumbag would have been thrown into a pit long ago on Planet Vegeta.
Why do I care, if I don't have feelings for her you ask? Why waste my time thinking about that twit? I don't have to explain myself to you! Why not? Because... Then that voice that I hate so much spoke up in my mind, the voice that loves to ask me questions I can't answer.... Am I afraid to have emotional links to her? If she was Saiyan, would her and I have a relationship past the arguments?
"Quiet! Say another word and I'll..." I grunted aloud under my breath...Great! Now I'm threatening myself... I sighed. "I'm seriously losing it..." I traveled through the long hallway, finally reaching my destination, my room. The door opened automatically, with a quiet hiss as I stood in front of it. The door shut after my entry, and I searched through my dresser, trying to find the white, loose pants and shirt the woman had given me, saying that they were for when I was just laying around the house. Since I never, "Lay around the house," they were at the very bottom of the piles of clothes in my dresser. Hmm.. But where are my boxers? I scanned my chamber, seeking out any pile that might include clean undergarments. "Damn, I thought I ordered her to wash my clothes!! Now I'm stuck with these things that say Sponge Bob Square Pants all over them!!" I looked at the yellow trunks in disgust... Oh well, who will see them anyway?
After I finished dressing in my, "Lay around outfit," and my Sponge Bob Square Pants boxers, I planted my form in front of the television downstairs, and flipped through the channels with the remote. I wasn't planning on training today anyway, so wearing these will be more comfortable for lounging in the main room. I didn't want to take this break from my vigorous training schedule, but I don't have very much of a choice in the matter... If my body doesn't move they way I command it, there really isn't anything I can do. I could always threaten it... In vain...
That reminds me, the question that I asked myself earlier. What if she was a Saiyan? Well, she wouldn't be worthy of my time then either... Although, considering her status on this planet, she may have been of high class, perhaps she would have been on the elite team that designed my protective training uniform. If that was the case, then she may also have stayed in the mansion, where I resided. As a Saiyan warrior, she would be all bark and no bite, I'm sure of it.
What's this? I asked myself as I stopped on a channel called, "Cartoon Network"... Hmm... There's a cat chasing a mouse... No speech, only a loud, upbeat annoying music. Only a mere child could find this entertaining.
But then...
I smiled as the cat ran up the latter after the overconfident rodent, then it zoomed right off the latter, and climbed through the air. I even laughed a little as the cat fell to the ground, only to get back up, and start the chase again. Earth was finally beginning to tear away at my armor.
"Now, what a awesome sight this is!!" The woman said in an amused tone. Damn! I hadn't even noticed her enter, and I wasn't even going to let her presence get the best of me, I refused to even look her way. "The Prince of all Saiyans sitting in a simple human's house, watching Tom and Jerry!!!!!" Her voice grew in volume as she squealed into a wolf-like laughter.
"I wasn't even paying attention!!! I was just flipping through to see what's on!!" I cried out, defending myself, and most of all my honor. She stopped her giggles, and whispered something under her breath. Out of curiosity, I turned to see what she was going on about... That's when I saw her... That's when I realized it had been a plan from the start. The woman they called Bulma stood there, her hands on her hips, a sly smirk on her face, and only a towel to cover her. Steam billowed off her moist, silky skin in thick clouds, then they disappeared into the air's transparency. "I see that the warm water made it's way back into the pipes?" I delivered in a tone I hadn't intended on revealing... She had obviously just got out of her own shower. I could stop my eyes as they roamed around her body, the towel was tiny, and barely left anything to the imagination...
"You shouldn't be spending your precious time in front of that idiot box, it'll turn your brain to mush," She advised me, then her gaze fell off me as she put her back in my direction, I was on the verge to argue with her about how I didn't need her advise, when she threw her hair back elegantly, tilted her head back slightly to the side in order to get a look at me, she smirked. "Take a picture, it would last longer."
"Wha.." I breathed, utterly speechless... Even as she walked off, I couldn't peal my vision away from her. I didn't care that she had gotten her little revenge on me, so what? All she did was use my own line against me! It was that look she held on her face when she was saying it. That sly, grin, in that very moment, time slowed and rendered me useless. I didn't have anything to say... What just happened?
That feeling that came over me, it was overwhelming... I just stared that the empty doorway where she once was. Argh!! Snap out of it!! I shook my head violently. Damn!! Damn!! Damn!! What is happening to me?! I'm becoming nothing more than a helpless human!! All bent up with this stupid emotions that are only imagined.
Love doesn't exist, it isn't true emotion... It was invented. It's only purpose is to torment the ones that have fallen into it's trap, and depress the others that long for it's touch. It makes you do foolish things, act irrationally, mutter worthless words, and suffer to no end when it leaves.
This shirt was quite comfortable, but the buttons annoyed me, so I undid them, exposing my front torso... No one was around anyway, so it didn't matter much. The cartoon was still running, and I noticed a large blanket at the end of the couch. Hmm... maybe a little nap would help me sort out my thoughts... Yes, that sounded delightful... I pulled the blanket up to me, it was made of a very soft, warm fiber. I tugged it over my body, laying down completely, and flipping to lay on my side. I rested my head on the arm of the sofa and slowly my mind agreed that a nap would do me good.
(A/N: Doesn't that make you want to go to sleep?)
I was running... Yelling, rushing toward some speck in the distance... Deathly silent, a pin drop echoing, a female cry, then red... A huge blob of gushing blood. The speck wasn't a speck anymore... It was her...
I didn't know what to do, or what to say... So I just stood there, casting my shadow at her. She was draped in a thick coating of blood. It glimmered while the moon sunk and the sun rose... Soon the blood dried up, and I was the bloody one.
My heart pounded, she glared at me, her eyes glazed, burning with passion... Then she stabbed me, I gasped at her actions, the sharp pain woke me...
My eyes shot open, and my body jumped up into a sitting position, only to find the very woman's face that I had been dreaming about staring directly at me. It made my heart skip a beat, my eyes widen, my breath to quicken, and caused me to hop back...
"Vege---" She started, but I cut her off with my yelp of pain.
"AHHH!!!" I wasn't thinking about my condition when I jolted up from the scare my dream had given me. Just wonderful!!! Now she would know I was hurt!
"Are you okay?" Her eyes soft, warm, like the blanket. "What happened?" Her voice concerned, her eyes traveling all over me, searching for some way she could help. She placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, my natural reaction would have been to pull away, but I wasn't going to let her think that her touch could break me... I held my figure completely still, only allowing my eyes to gaze over her. "What did you hurt? Your shoulder, and what else?" She quizzed me, inspecting my shoulder thoroughly.
"I was in the gravity room, I trained to my limit..." She wasn't going to leave me alone anyway, so what was the difference if he told her now or let her bug me for hours on end? "I seemed to have damaged my shoulder, my back, and my leg... But it's not a big deal, nothing a few days of rest won't cure," I explained, trying to soothe her worries.
"Turn around," she ordered, and I didn't budge. "I'll give you some pain medicine, but I need to see how bad it is first..." She told me in the calmest tone I had ever heard her speak in... If I would have known that all I needed to do was hurt myself and she would be tame, I might have done this sooner.
"I do not need your petty earth medication... I'm fine," I argued arrogantly throwing my eyes off her, and back to the television... Now it was even more stupid than the cat and mouse chase, that the woman called, "Tom and Jerry,"... There was a bird-like creature, running around and saying, "MEEP MEEP," and something that looked like a dog was trying to stop it... "What is this woman?" I questioned, her hand was still on my shoulder, and she was feeling around it, looking for a injury she could feel. She turned her head to look at the screen.
"Didn't I tell you not to watch cartoons? It's the Roadrunner and Wild Coyote..." She answered, then went back to examine my wounds. This was pathetic! She wasn't going to leave me alone until she knew exactly what was wrong with me...
"Fine," I said, jerking my shoulder out of her grasp. I pulled my arms out of my unbuttoned shirt, and set the shirt to the side. She seemed to be amazed that I was cooperating.
"What about your leg?" she asked, pointing down at my legs, where I had told her I was injured.
"I'm not removing my pants."
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