An- well here I am again! With another chapter! LOL! Now that I have
nothing to say, I'll just make this an extremely short note, just to say
hope you enjoy this chapter! That's all! Rock on!
Chapter 9
Bulma had finally stopped crying, but as the tears started to go, the confusion started to settle in. As her tears stopped and confusion started, Vegeta was still holding her. Why was he doing this? Was he playing some sort of game with her? And why did she like it so much? Could she...could she love him?
"Vegeta?" she asked meekly.
"What woman?"
Bulma frowned angrily "I have a name you know!"
Vegeta smirked a little "Whatever you say...woman!"
Breaking away from his grasp, she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. "You're such an idiot!"
Vegeta just smirked his obnoxious smirk.
Shaking it off, Bulma asked the question that was running through her mind "What are you...we doing Vegeta? Do you actually care about me, or are you just trying to screw around with my mind? Do you...do you love me?"
Vegeta's face showed a storm of emotions, confusion, happiness and many more. He didn't have the words to answer her, so instead of answering, he leaned forward and kissed her.
Bulma was taken by surprise by his actions. At first she didn't even realize what was going on, but when it finally registered in her mind, she deepened the kiss.
After a few minutes, Bulma and Vegeta broke apart.
"You're mine," Vegeta whispered to her softly while wrapping his arms around her again, "you got that woman? If any man, human, Sayijin or whatever, dares to touch you, they have to answer to me,"
"This can't work Vegeta...I'm a slave and you're the prince of Sayijins. I'd be killed if anyone were to find out about us, and you'd be in major trouble..."
Vegeta gave a stout laugh, "Nobody would dare think of touching you if I said so, but for now, you're right...we can't be seen together. Now go, and remember...you're mine,"
Bulma smiled, turned and hurried out of the GR and back to her room.
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Chichi and 18 were worried to death about Bulma. It was past nightfall, so where was she?
"Where is she?" Chichi asked worriedly, "Kami, what if she didn't get her machine finished?!"
"She'll be fine Chi," 18 replied, feeling worried herself but trying to hide it, "Bulma's a genius, of course she'll get the machine finished..."
Chichi was about to reply when the door to the room opened slightly and then closed quietly. In tip toed Bulma.
"Oh my Kami! Bulma, where have you been?!" Chichi cried.
Bulma looked at them both and gave them a small smile, "What would you say," Bulma asked, amusement in her voice, "if I told you I had fallen in love with the prince of Sayijins, and according to him, I'm now his?"
Chichi and 18's mouths damn near hit the floor.
Bulma laughed at the shocked expressions on her two friends' faces. " I'll explain tomorrow," she shook her head, "right now all I want to do is sleep...building that damn GR took a lot out of me..."
Without another word, Bulma lay down to sleep, and Chichi and 18 were still standing there with gaping mouths.
. . . . . .
The next day, bad news ran throughout the palace like a shock wave. The ten guards who had been sent to locate Frezia's ship were dead. Only minutes after they had cleared Vegeta-sei-s atmosphere, the pods had been shot down and all in them killed.
Now, a state of panic ran throughout the palace...Frezia was closer than they had thought.
Kakkrot was utterly lost. Not only had he lost his brother, but now his father too. He had no family left, for his mother had died a long time ago. He was all alone...the only person who was remotely successful in making him feel any better was Chichi.
"I'm so sorry Kakkrot," she whispered softly, hugging him tightly.
"Thanks Chi," he replied, his voice holding no emotion.
Chichi broke away from him and kissed him softly, feeling so horrible that Kakkrot was going through this.
At that moment luck was not on their side, however, because the Sayijin king came around the corner and found them in their embrace.
. . . . . .
At that moment, across the palace, 18 was yet again being whipped for talking back.
' I seriously have to learn to keep my damn mouth shut!' she thought while the pain lashed up her back. She had lost count of how many times the whip connected with her back at twenty.
By now, she could feel the cut pieces of flesh tearing off her back and could feel the blood dripping down her sides in what felt like a river. This hurt a lot more than she had ever remembered it hurting before. The pain was so intense that it had even caused tears to gather in her eyes and her vision to blur.
Finally, the Sayijin was done and he just walked away, leaving 18 broken and bloody on the ground.
Cursing, 18 tried to pull herself off the ground, but pain shot through her body so sharply that it caused her to cry out. She fell back to the ground and blinked back tears. This was NOT good!
She tried to get up again a few minutes later, but couldn't...the same pain shot through her, a little duller this time, but it still hurt.
' Kami, I can't even get up! This is so NOT good!'
"Kami!" a voice suddenly cried out, "18!?" It took 18 a moment to realize who's voice it was...it was Krillin's...
He rushed to her side, and knelt down beside her, noticing with horror how tore up her back was. ' Shit...what idiot did this to her?!'
"18...can you get up?" Krillin asked her gently, noticing now how much blood she had lost...she was in rough shape.
"No..." 18's voice came out thin and strained, "I've been trying to..."
"I'm going to take you to the hospital wing," Krillin told her gently as he lifted her into his arms. 18 gasped a little from pain, and Krillin shot off towards the hospital wing.
Almost an hour later, 18's back was wrapped and the nurse had left. 18' had regained all of her strength, and despite the fact her back was still throbbing, the pain had gone down by far. What struck 18 the oddest, was the fact that Krillin had never once left her side.
"Thank you," she told him with a smile, as she was getting ready to leave, "I don't think I would have been able to get p if it hadn't been for you,"
"It was nothing...it's not like I could have just left you there..."
"I like you Krillin, despite the fact you're a Sayijin," 18 leaned down and kissed him softly.
Krillin turned a few shades of deep red and opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. 18 laughed and shook her head.
"I'm going to take that as a 'yes, I like you too 18'," she replied with a small smile, "but anyway, I have to get out of here...I have to find Bulma and Chichi,"
"Bye..."
18 hurried from the hospital wing, only to find that every Sayijin and slave that was in the palace was making their way towards the great hall.
' I wonder what happened?'
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An- Well, there you go, another chapter! WA HO! But tanyway, I know this one isn't all that long, but tell you what, I'll get the next one out extra quick to make up for it. How does that sound? LOL! Rock on, and remember, the little purple button marked 'review'!
Chapter 9
Bulma had finally stopped crying, but as the tears started to go, the confusion started to settle in. As her tears stopped and confusion started, Vegeta was still holding her. Why was he doing this? Was he playing some sort of game with her? And why did she like it so much? Could she...could she love him?
"Vegeta?" she asked meekly.
"What woman?"
Bulma frowned angrily "I have a name you know!"
Vegeta smirked a little "Whatever you say...woman!"
Breaking away from his grasp, she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. "You're such an idiot!"
Vegeta just smirked his obnoxious smirk.
Shaking it off, Bulma asked the question that was running through her mind "What are you...we doing Vegeta? Do you actually care about me, or are you just trying to screw around with my mind? Do you...do you love me?"
Vegeta's face showed a storm of emotions, confusion, happiness and many more. He didn't have the words to answer her, so instead of answering, he leaned forward and kissed her.
Bulma was taken by surprise by his actions. At first she didn't even realize what was going on, but when it finally registered in her mind, she deepened the kiss.
After a few minutes, Bulma and Vegeta broke apart.
"You're mine," Vegeta whispered to her softly while wrapping his arms around her again, "you got that woman? If any man, human, Sayijin or whatever, dares to touch you, they have to answer to me,"
"This can't work Vegeta...I'm a slave and you're the prince of Sayijins. I'd be killed if anyone were to find out about us, and you'd be in major trouble..."
Vegeta gave a stout laugh, "Nobody would dare think of touching you if I said so, but for now, you're right...we can't be seen together. Now go, and remember...you're mine,"
Bulma smiled, turned and hurried out of the GR and back to her room.
. . . . . .
Chichi and 18 were worried to death about Bulma. It was past nightfall, so where was she?
"Where is she?" Chichi asked worriedly, "Kami, what if she didn't get her machine finished?!"
"She'll be fine Chi," 18 replied, feeling worried herself but trying to hide it, "Bulma's a genius, of course she'll get the machine finished..."
Chichi was about to reply when the door to the room opened slightly and then closed quietly. In tip toed Bulma.
"Oh my Kami! Bulma, where have you been?!" Chichi cried.
Bulma looked at them both and gave them a small smile, "What would you say," Bulma asked, amusement in her voice, "if I told you I had fallen in love with the prince of Sayijins, and according to him, I'm now his?"
Chichi and 18's mouths damn near hit the floor.
Bulma laughed at the shocked expressions on her two friends' faces. " I'll explain tomorrow," she shook her head, "right now all I want to do is sleep...building that damn GR took a lot out of me..."
Without another word, Bulma lay down to sleep, and Chichi and 18 were still standing there with gaping mouths.
. . . . . .
The next day, bad news ran throughout the palace like a shock wave. The ten guards who had been sent to locate Frezia's ship were dead. Only minutes after they had cleared Vegeta-sei-s atmosphere, the pods had been shot down and all in them killed.
Now, a state of panic ran throughout the palace...Frezia was closer than they had thought.
Kakkrot was utterly lost. Not only had he lost his brother, but now his father too. He had no family left, for his mother had died a long time ago. He was all alone...the only person who was remotely successful in making him feel any better was Chichi.
"I'm so sorry Kakkrot," she whispered softly, hugging him tightly.
"Thanks Chi," he replied, his voice holding no emotion.
Chichi broke away from him and kissed him softly, feeling so horrible that Kakkrot was going through this.
At that moment luck was not on their side, however, because the Sayijin king came around the corner and found them in their embrace.
. . . . . .
At that moment, across the palace, 18 was yet again being whipped for talking back.
' I seriously have to learn to keep my damn mouth shut!' she thought while the pain lashed up her back. She had lost count of how many times the whip connected with her back at twenty.
By now, she could feel the cut pieces of flesh tearing off her back and could feel the blood dripping down her sides in what felt like a river. This hurt a lot more than she had ever remembered it hurting before. The pain was so intense that it had even caused tears to gather in her eyes and her vision to blur.
Finally, the Sayijin was done and he just walked away, leaving 18 broken and bloody on the ground.
Cursing, 18 tried to pull herself off the ground, but pain shot through her body so sharply that it caused her to cry out. She fell back to the ground and blinked back tears. This was NOT good!
She tried to get up again a few minutes later, but couldn't...the same pain shot through her, a little duller this time, but it still hurt.
' Kami, I can't even get up! This is so NOT good!'
"Kami!" a voice suddenly cried out, "18!?" It took 18 a moment to realize who's voice it was...it was Krillin's...
He rushed to her side, and knelt down beside her, noticing with horror how tore up her back was. ' Shit...what idiot did this to her?!'
"18...can you get up?" Krillin asked her gently, noticing now how much blood she had lost...she was in rough shape.
"No..." 18's voice came out thin and strained, "I've been trying to..."
"I'm going to take you to the hospital wing," Krillin told her gently as he lifted her into his arms. 18 gasped a little from pain, and Krillin shot off towards the hospital wing.
Almost an hour later, 18's back was wrapped and the nurse had left. 18' had regained all of her strength, and despite the fact her back was still throbbing, the pain had gone down by far. What struck 18 the oddest, was the fact that Krillin had never once left her side.
"Thank you," she told him with a smile, as she was getting ready to leave, "I don't think I would have been able to get p if it hadn't been for you,"
"It was nothing...it's not like I could have just left you there..."
"I like you Krillin, despite the fact you're a Sayijin," 18 leaned down and kissed him softly.
Krillin turned a few shades of deep red and opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. 18 laughed and shook her head.
"I'm going to take that as a 'yes, I like you too 18'," she replied with a small smile, "but anyway, I have to get out of here...I have to find Bulma and Chichi,"
"Bye..."
18 hurried from the hospital wing, only to find that every Sayijin and slave that was in the palace was making their way towards the great hall.
' I wonder what happened?'
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An- Well, there you go, another chapter! WA HO! But tanyway, I know this one isn't all that long, but tell you what, I'll get the next one out extra quick to make up for it. How does that sound? LOL! Rock on, and remember, the little purple button marked 'review'!