As you have probably already noticed, I'm horrid with paragraphs. . .
"Would you put me down now?" I asked. He walked into what looked to be a living room, and put me down. "Don't get blood on anything." He said. I gave him a small nod, and sat down in the middle of the room, on the floor. "You don't have to sit down there." Chi Chi said. "I can't get anything bloody." I replied. "Let me clean it up for you. That way you won't have to explain it to Mr. And Mrs. Briefs." Chi Chi suggested. "Fine." I rolled my eyes. "Ok, stay put while I go get a first aid kit." She instructed. "I don't think I'll be going anywhere, anytime soon." I muttered. "Agreed." Vegeta replied, and sat down in a chair, nearest me. Everyone was quiet.Silence. "Not good. They're going to start questioning me in 5.4.3.2." I thought. "How do you know him?" Vegeta asked. "That would be none of your business." I answered, as Chi Chi emerged into the room.
"Lay flat on your stomach." She instructed me, as she knelt down beside me. "I can't." I stated simply. "You're going to have to, if you want me to get this fixed properly." She replied. "I can't move, it hurts too damn much." I informed her. "Vegeta, Goku." Chi Chi rolled her eyes. Goku stood up next to her. "Vegeta!" She demanded, he didn't move. "What are you having them do?" I asked. "They're going to turn you over." She answered simply. "I'll kill 'im if he touches me." I retorted. I had only thought that Goku was going to try, on account of Vegeta staying put on the couch. "Fine." She sighed, rolling her eyes as she did. Vegeta stood up, and walked the few short steps, until he was next to me. "Don't." I glared at him. "Why?" He asked. "Because I don't want your help." I answered. "You need it." He replied and picked me up. "PUT ME DOWN!" I yelled in his ear. "Stop your yelling." He rolled his eyes, and set me down gently on my stomach. I growled, low in my throat. "I don't need your damned help." I glowered. "You just don't want to admit that you do." Goku rolled his eyes, and sat down. "Yeah right." I rolled my eyes. I hated having a lot of attention. I had never had very much in my child hood, and had never really liked it. "Oh, stop your complaining, and be quiet." Chi Chi said. She started to work on my back. One particular poke hurt. "AGH!" I yelled. "Did I hurt you!?" She yelled. "YES YOU HURT ME!" I yelled back, pain still shooting up my back. "It's deep. Really deep." Chi Chi said. "I could have told you that!" I yelled, still in pain. "Blu, I'm serious though, it's really deep. You should go see a real doctor." She said. "Just do whatever the hell you can, and let me be!" I demanded. "Alright." She sighed. She continued to work on the cut.
"This is going to hurt like hell. I suggest that you don't move either. Or it'll hurt worse." Chi Chi informed me. "What in the hell does that mean!?" I asked, skeptically. "It means that what I'm about to do, is going to hurt a lot." She answered. "Just get it over with." I rolled my eyes. I wasn't too sure what I was in for. "Vegeta, make sure she doesn't move at all." Chi Chi instructed. A small grunt could be heard from Vegeta, as he stepped closer to me. Suddenly, a sharp pain started to go through my back, and it didn't stop. It kept going on and on. "WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? THAT HURTS!" I yelled. I tried to push away using my arms. Vegeta quickly got down in front of me, and grabbed a hold of my arms. "Stop it!" I yelled at him. I tried to pull away from him. He put more weight on my arms. I wasn't going anywhere. The pain suddenly resided. I let out a sigh of relief. "There." Chi Chi said, while cleaning up her mess. "What were you doing?" I asked. "I sewed it back together. I know you won't go see a doctor. So I did the best I can." She answered, whiled standing up. "Don't try to move for a while. We've got all day to wait here for you to feel better." She said, as she walked out of the room to go wash her hands, and put the kit away. I didn't follow her instruction. I used my knees to push myself up. "Don't." Vegeta said, he still had a hold on my arms. "Vegeta let go of me!" I demanded, trying to pull away from him. "No. I don't need you hurt even more." He answered. "Why would you care!? LET ME GO! I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF THANKYOU VERY MUCH!" I yelled at him. "No." He replied. "Uggghhh." I let out a long sigh. "I'm not getting anywhere with this." I thought, as I laid back down on the ground. "You really need to stop this whole, I'm the queen of the world act." Vegeta said. "I WOULDN'T DREAM OF THAT YOU ASSHOLE!" I yelled at him. What I said was true though, I could never be the queen of the world, nor did I think or want it. "Hellish- Wench." He backfired. "Prick!" I shot back. "Bitch." He retorted. "Man Whore!" I replied. He leaned down to my ear. "Gorgeous." He said, sending a chill up my spine. "DON'T CALL ME THAT EVER AGAIN!" I yelled, pulling my arms out of his grasp. Vegeta 'humphed' and tried to get my arms again. "Yeah right!' I spat out, and slowly stood up. "Look at you, you're a mess.you can't even stand up straight!" 18 said. "Can it!" I retorted, and slowly made my way to the door. "I'm going back home." I said, and grabbed the door handle. I could hear a slight swooshing sound behind me. "He thinks I'm that stupid?" I rolled my eyes, and held my hand out behind my back. With ease I caught my gun. I smirked, and turned to face Vegeta. "I'm not deaf, nor am I stupid." My smirk broadened, and I walked out the door, slamming it behind me.
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"Would you put me down now?" I asked. He walked into what looked to be a living room, and put me down. "Don't get blood on anything." He said. I gave him a small nod, and sat down in the middle of the room, on the floor. "You don't have to sit down there." Chi Chi said. "I can't get anything bloody." I replied. "Let me clean it up for you. That way you won't have to explain it to Mr. And Mrs. Briefs." Chi Chi suggested. "Fine." I rolled my eyes. "Ok, stay put while I go get a first aid kit." She instructed. "I don't think I'll be going anywhere, anytime soon." I muttered. "Agreed." Vegeta replied, and sat down in a chair, nearest me. Everyone was quiet.Silence. "Not good. They're going to start questioning me in 5.4.3.2." I thought. "How do you know him?" Vegeta asked. "That would be none of your business." I answered, as Chi Chi emerged into the room.
"Lay flat on your stomach." She instructed me, as she knelt down beside me. "I can't." I stated simply. "You're going to have to, if you want me to get this fixed properly." She replied. "I can't move, it hurts too damn much." I informed her. "Vegeta, Goku." Chi Chi rolled her eyes. Goku stood up next to her. "Vegeta!" She demanded, he didn't move. "What are you having them do?" I asked. "They're going to turn you over." She answered simply. "I'll kill 'im if he touches me." I retorted. I had only thought that Goku was going to try, on account of Vegeta staying put on the couch. "Fine." She sighed, rolling her eyes as she did. Vegeta stood up, and walked the few short steps, until he was next to me. "Don't." I glared at him. "Why?" He asked. "Because I don't want your help." I answered. "You need it." He replied and picked me up. "PUT ME DOWN!" I yelled in his ear. "Stop your yelling." He rolled his eyes, and set me down gently on my stomach. I growled, low in my throat. "I don't need your damned help." I glowered. "You just don't want to admit that you do." Goku rolled his eyes, and sat down. "Yeah right." I rolled my eyes. I hated having a lot of attention. I had never had very much in my child hood, and had never really liked it. "Oh, stop your complaining, and be quiet." Chi Chi said. She started to work on my back. One particular poke hurt. "AGH!" I yelled. "Did I hurt you!?" She yelled. "YES YOU HURT ME!" I yelled back, pain still shooting up my back. "It's deep. Really deep." Chi Chi said. "I could have told you that!" I yelled, still in pain. "Blu, I'm serious though, it's really deep. You should go see a real doctor." She said. "Just do whatever the hell you can, and let me be!" I demanded. "Alright." She sighed. She continued to work on the cut.
"This is going to hurt like hell. I suggest that you don't move either. Or it'll hurt worse." Chi Chi informed me. "What in the hell does that mean!?" I asked, skeptically. "It means that what I'm about to do, is going to hurt a lot." She answered. "Just get it over with." I rolled my eyes. I wasn't too sure what I was in for. "Vegeta, make sure she doesn't move at all." Chi Chi instructed. A small grunt could be heard from Vegeta, as he stepped closer to me. Suddenly, a sharp pain started to go through my back, and it didn't stop. It kept going on and on. "WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? THAT HURTS!" I yelled. I tried to push away using my arms. Vegeta quickly got down in front of me, and grabbed a hold of my arms. "Stop it!" I yelled at him. I tried to pull away from him. He put more weight on my arms. I wasn't going anywhere. The pain suddenly resided. I let out a sigh of relief. "There." Chi Chi said, while cleaning up her mess. "What were you doing?" I asked. "I sewed it back together. I know you won't go see a doctor. So I did the best I can." She answered, whiled standing up. "Don't try to move for a while. We've got all day to wait here for you to feel better." She said, as she walked out of the room to go wash her hands, and put the kit away. I didn't follow her instruction. I used my knees to push myself up. "Don't." Vegeta said, he still had a hold on my arms. "Vegeta let go of me!" I demanded, trying to pull away from him. "No. I don't need you hurt even more." He answered. "Why would you care!? LET ME GO! I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF THANKYOU VERY MUCH!" I yelled at him. "No." He replied. "Uggghhh." I let out a long sigh. "I'm not getting anywhere with this." I thought, as I laid back down on the ground. "You really need to stop this whole, I'm the queen of the world act." Vegeta said. "I WOULDN'T DREAM OF THAT YOU ASSHOLE!" I yelled at him. What I said was true though, I could never be the queen of the world, nor did I think or want it. "Hellish- Wench." He backfired. "Prick!" I shot back. "Bitch." He retorted. "Man Whore!" I replied. He leaned down to my ear. "Gorgeous." He said, sending a chill up my spine. "DON'T CALL ME THAT EVER AGAIN!" I yelled, pulling my arms out of his grasp. Vegeta 'humphed' and tried to get my arms again. "Yeah right!' I spat out, and slowly stood up. "Look at you, you're a mess.you can't even stand up straight!" 18 said. "Can it!" I retorted, and slowly made my way to the door. "I'm going back home." I said, and grabbed the door handle. I could hear a slight swooshing sound behind me. "He thinks I'm that stupid?" I rolled my eyes, and held my hand out behind my back. With ease I caught my gun. I smirked, and turned to face Vegeta. "I'm not deaf, nor am I stupid." My smirk broadened, and I walked out the door, slamming it behind me.
If you've got ideas, send 'em in. I'm drawing some blanks over here . . .