Story Of Your Heart

Chappie 8

Hidden Lives

By

Bulma

T: Not much to say here. Just it's all fucked up now. So just read on. It's starts to make sense eventually..........no ,not really but it's cool!!!

Bulma sat there. Her mind boggling from what only happened a few hours ago. She had lost her high standards of being the heiress to the biggest technology empire and now was on the run for her life and now had lowered her standards to be a common whore. And not just any common whore, but the whore to the asshole that would get her ass up and make her life a living hell every day.

Yet...yet, he was trying to save their lives. Why? That was the question on everyone's minds to no end. Why would he not only put his life on the line but the lives of the universes as well. Trunks and Shenron left for their rooms as she was supposed to stay in here with Vegeta to fulfill her "duties" as Vegeta had to put it He left to go throw Frieza off her tracks, but he gave her pacific orders to not move until he returned shortly to give her further instructions on what she was supposed to do. Now we enter to where Vegeta sat on his ship's throne as the face of Frieza appered on the screen before him.

"Well monkey prince, how good it is to see you. To what do I owe this pleasure?" asked Frieza with a wicked glint in his eye that made Vegeta use his will power not to vomit all over the screen. "Yes" he managed to say with a strong stomach. "Earth is now free of any life and ready for sale and we are heading back to Vegeta-sei. We also enslaved a few concubines for the trouble, myself included."

"Really Prince? Do you think it wise?" "I don't know and nor do I fuckin give a rat's ass!" snorted Vegeta. "That's what I like about you, Vegeta. You tell it how it is. That's all that women are good for. Shells for our heirs, after that they should all die and what better way but by the hand off our Brat's hand or that of the one who inflicted the pain upon them in the first place."

"I agree." claimed Vegeta. "Well, I must retire. Get back to my duties." "Oh Vegeta, one more thing." "Hai?" "Did you by the way find a young, fiery, spirit that goes by the name Briefs, Bulma Briefs if I remember correctly?" "No." He said without hesitation. "Oh well. I'll try Dedoria. Go and enjoy your vacation. I hope to be seeing you soon!"

Then the screen went black. Vegeta inwardly shuddered from that last statement. ("As soon as I can turn into a Super Saiyan, his ass is as good as dead! I will not stop until his blood is spilt upon my hands. I will crush his bleeding heart as I watch him grasp his last breaths, knowing that what he valued the most, killed him in the end. And I will take the sadistically pleasure in watching his slow suffering!! Now to get back to the Woman. She's not gonna like what she will undergo in these next few weeks.")

With these thoughts in mind he gotten up and left to go to his chambers to break the news to Bulma. Bulma sat at the edge of his bed. ("Why am I goin to do? Can I really go through with this? Why did Frieza make all of this shit happen?") she thought in despair.

Just then the door slowly opened to reveal a wary looking Vegeta. Just by the look of his face told her the call to Frieza wasn't the best. He took a seat on a chair. "I take it didn't' go well?" mumbled Bulma looking down at her shaking hands. "No, no it didn't. Look, I will get straight to the point. Just dress in revealing outfits, and try to get my attention and just leave it at that. Also you must sleep in the same bed as me. So if Nappa or one of my idiot guards on this ship try to burst in my room, they won't be suspicious ." "Okay" she said quietly.

Vegeta could see the hard plastered look on her face. But underneath it he could sense the high blood war of shame was billowing up under the mast she tried so hard to cover. Vegeta got up and sat on the bed beside her. "Woman, I know what your goin through and I was wrong. You are not weak. Your not takin the easy way out. Just be strong for only a bit longer. Til we get your planet and family back."

"Vegeta, this happened to you?" Vegeta dodged her eyes as he found the bed to be very interesting at the moment. "I was 5 when he took everything away from me. Lied to my face and molded me into a bastard, a cold blooded killer I am today. At least you have help. I didn't. And like you, I was lowered from my standards to a weakling. But you have much worse. You are my concubine. The lowest class in any social level of society." "Great" she muttered. "But you only have to deal with it for 2 weeks, because some of Frieza's men are on this ship, as soon as we reach Vegeta-sei, then you will be restored to your status rank in society."

Bulma listen with patient ears. "Vegeta," she finally spoke as it seemed like a small eternity. "When we reach your planet, I want to help you. I want to make better weapons and armor for you to take down that stupid bitch. And I want to help you become a full Super Saiyan." Vegeta smirked. "Good answer. Then we can help each other, agreed?" With Bulma's smile he could tell that it was more than that.

Meanwhile with Trunks and Shenron, they had to share a room. Otherwise, they would rise suspicion. So they had joined separate rooms and a game room. "So....wanna play?" asked Shenron as she eyed the game systems. Trunks grinned evilly. "Your so on!" and they raced to the systems to see who would be 1st player.

B: Well here ya go! That's it. Wow, I'm becoming more and more descriptive than ever!!!

V: whatever woman!

B: I see your all better since I fixed the story a lil.

Venus/S/T: sulking whatever!

DC: Eh, screw you guys, I'm goin home!

PS MOMENT OF THE ALMIGHTY ZEN!!!

Life's A Bitch And Then You Die

So Fuck The World Let's All Get High

And If At First You Don't Succeed

Buy A Bigger Bag Of Weed

Shenron Say: BULMA! YOU'VE BEEN HOLDING OUT ON ME!!!

B: Eh....um....well my cousins were the ones who were holding out!
T: MOM!!!
B: aww shit!! Don't worry Trunks! I don't even smoke that shit

S: Do too

B: No I drink remember

S: Oh yeah

T: MOM!!
B/S: Aww shit!!! RUN!!! run from Trunks