This is longer than the last one but not by much. I'm sorry for the long wait but I have a job
school and sneaking on the computer to contend with so this is my best. PLUS I seem to be developing a lovely case
of writers block. Oh well wish me luck.
J
Bulma wasn't exactly someone you'd call a morning
person. But as long as you stayed out
of her way and let her move in her half conscious stupor till she awoke you
were safe. And Mrs. Briefs had learned
that early on, Bulma was one for solitude, and with the life she had led she couldn't
blame the girl for wanting to be off by herself. All the same, she had been happy when she found out about Bulma's
friends, the respectable ones. Not to say her original ones were bad…they were
just…dangerous. Then again they had to
be, She watched as her daughter moved around in the routine she used whenever
home or up this early. She hadn't seen
the resident prince. 'And oh how
handsome the young man is too!' She thought
thinking of all the muscles he had had beneath his armor. She wondered how the children would get
along? (Sure they'll get along. Right
after hell freezes over and the devil wears a too-too.)
Bulma grunted pulling the newest bit of furniture up
another step. She had painted the room
to her likings and was now in the process of furnishing the dark room. And this papa-son chair was the final
addition. Thank god she felt like
falling over the moment she reached the top step. When she had finally set up shop as one might say in her room she
was surprised. Never had she been able
to enjoy this much freedom. She liked
being able to do pretty much whatever she wanted, and when. Not that she had ever had anyone around to
tell her she could or couldn't do something.
She was just not used to not having to hide all the time. And the Z-team had wondered where she got her
hid-n-seek, run for your life, abilities.
Sitting up she wondered who that guy she had seen a
few days ago was. She had forgotten
about him up till now. 'Probably no one
that important.' She decided while
moving to the kitchen. It was well past
midnight but she had yet to eat a meal.
So she felt no qualms about her midnight raiding of the fridge. But as she reached her destination she heard
noises coming from the room. Pulling
her first toy out of her back pocket she was ready to shoot. In her neighborhood you learned to use a gun
as early as you could. And she was a
crack shot for a reason; she had no choice but to be. And it was the only reason she was alive. Stepping into the room she took in the sight
of the man she had seen earlier that week.
Raising her gun she spoke. "What
are you doing here?" She demanded
narrowing her gaze at him.
Vegeta raised a brow at her. Her state of undress did not go unnoticed by
him either. With a tank top that
revealed her flat belly and a pair of loose shorts that sagged just enough to
show the hem of her small clothes he could see she would be very popular among
his men. "Eating girl."
"I'm seventeen you buffoon. And I stopped being a child long before I
was five." Now what did she mean by
that?
"Shouldn't you be in bed? And any way I live here."
She gave him a suspicious look but lowered what he assumed was a weapon.
"I do as I please."
She growled pushing past him and retrieving what he had yet to
devour. She created a mass of food and
was on her way out when he spoke.
"Stay here girl."
It was an order and evidently she didn't respond well to those.
"No." Before
she could reach the door he was n front of her. He noted how she gave no reaction to his show of speed other than
a little shock that he had done it.
"Move." When he didn't budge she
merely turned and left through a door that was made to look like a wall. The only proof it was there was the door
handle sticking from the wall. Tail
swishing behind him he glared at the spot he had last seen her. No one had ever disobeyed him like
that! Who did she think she was?
Tinkering with the circuits Bulma marveled at her
new toy. Who would leave
something like this just laying around?
With in the course of a few minutes she had made the device display her
own language, well at least one she could understand, and was currently trying
to figure out what it did. And just as
she was beginning to figure out how it worked it disappeared from in front of her. "What…?"
She began then noticed the man from the night before standing beside
her. "Oh you." Her voice was deadpan and it normally sent
chills down any would-be guys who thought they could get anywhere with her. 'Damm, just as I was about to hack…err…I
mean…open one of those files. He takes
my TOY!' Glaring at him she raised an
eyebrow when he watched him place the invention over his right eye. And she had the feeling that it wasn't for
sight like glasses were. "What does it
do?" Her tone was that of a child
asking her mother if Santa was real. He
gave her a look before he spoke.
"It's a scouter, it tells me how high someone's ki
level is. Not that you would know what
ki is." His voice had become superior
and she couldn't help but burst his bubble.
"I know what ki is." She began leaning back on her chair casually. Not knowing that it gave him an excellent
view of her figure. "I'm surprised you
have to use a machine to gage it though.
I thought all ki users just…well never mind. If you don't know by now that's your loss." Getting up she left him to mull over her
words.
Vegeta had almost not heard her as he looked to her
body. But he had and what she said made
him curious, what did she mean? As she
left he watched her body sway. She
moved exactly like all the women at home, trying to get him to want them. But she had yet to so much as bat an eye at
him while at the same time moving with all the grace of a seductress.
Body swaying in beet with the music she began to
move about her room. Headset still in place
she crossed her room with the grace that had been perfected so that she could
move in silence. Lifting her brush she
dipped it in a shade of paint beside her.
With little thought she began to put marks on the wall facing her
door. Often she had done this and with
fewer colors than she had now, what she didn't know was that Vegeta stood at
her doorway behind her. Spinning Bulma
continued to do her mural of where she had grown up. She may have been living in the lap of luxury right now but she
would never forget where she came from.
She had two buckets of paint with her.
Black and white, and any color that she could form with the two she
would use. Later she would add other
colors but for now it would look like an old photo. But when the shadow that was not her own appeared behind her she
turned quickly. Pulling her earphones
off she snapped at her unwelcome intruder.
"Get out of my room no ones allowed in here unless I say so." She ordered pointing to the door whilst she
spoke.
"I am the Sayain Prince I don't have to listen to a
pathetic human." He sneered looking to
her work behind her. Turning she
glanced at her art. She had drawn her
street. What she had sent from her
corner of the world. The streets were
as she had seen them. Dark, in need of
repair and littered. The building in
the same condition and the idea of it being cold radiated from the wall. People were in it as well, gang members'
bums and druggist. Faces easily
forgotten and usually easily found in the bay.
She still had many details to do and a lot of shading but the general
idea could be seen. "Won't this give
you nightmares?" He remarked snidely
taking in the despair she was painting.
"I've known this all my life, for a time it was all
I knew. Of course it gives me
nightmares but not frightening ones.
They are just truth and hell."
She murmured softly to herself more than him. "I said 'leave' Vegeta.
So beat it." Facing him she knew
he wouldn't budge, and in a bout of childishness she rarely had she took a stroke
of her black dipped brush and painted a dark grey streak across his pristine
white armor. "Oops." She started trying not to smile at his face. "You should really be more careful Vegeta,
when someone is painting it tends to get on ones clothes." She smiled evilly not in the least bit
intimidated by his scowl or glare he was giving her. From there Vegeta had let her be, sort of. It turned out her father had made the prick
a gravity chamber, and unfortunately he was out so much she was the one always fixing
it. Which led to where she was now,
hanging from a rope off the ceiling, upside-down. From this angle it was easier to work, she just had to be careful
and not fall. Singing softly while she
worked she didn't notice the prince floating beside her till he spoke.
'Where is that girl?' His mind growled not noticing that he was purposefully seeking
her out. Going to her lab he found her
working on his G-room, upside-down.
Which gave him a nice view of the top of her breasts. Over the past few weeks she had done nearly
all and more that the woman of his planet had done to gain his attention. She was a slut; she dressed scantly and
moved with the grace of a whore. She brushed
against him in the halls and Dammit he was already starting to want her. One time he had done a mind sweep of her and
was given a shock. She didn't even
consciously know she was trying to seduce him.
It was all natural to her and she didn't even know she was doing
it. Which in its part made him want her
even more. Floating to her side he saw
the lower part of her stomach, partly covered by her tool belt but her weak
muscles were still visible. She was
every man's possible wish in a woman physically. Beautiful, exotic, and figured like an artist's depiction of a
goddess. But her attitude was that of a
shrew. "Are you nearly done?" He snapped gaining her attention. She jerked in surprise then turned her head
to glare at him.
"Patience oh grouchy one, I'm fixing the calibrator,
unless you want the gravity to swing from zero to a hundred and any between
every few moments the answer is no."
'Defiantly a shrew.' He thought letting his eyes travels her up turned body. Her eyes were cold when he returned to her
face.
"If you're quite done gawking at my body I would
appreciate it if you would leave." It
was an order not a request, never had he been given such disrespect and he had
yet to figure out what was stopping him from snapping her frail neck.
It had been near a week since Bulma had seen Vegeta
last. And even though he wasn't much
company she was lonely. The Briefs had
gone off on some trip and she hardly ever saw Vegeta. Her friends were busy training in the middle of nowhere and her other
friends she was forbidden contact with.
Something that still bothered her.
Moving drowsily she continued to the kitchen. She had a craving for hot co-co and she was not about to deny
it. On her way back up the stairs a
loud pounding issued from the door. Not
bothering to tie her robe she answered the door. Looking up she met eyes with a man dressed similar to the
resident prince, he had no hair, a bad beard and he smelled. "Yes."
She questioned, non-plused by his superior act.
"I'm here to meet the prince slave." She raised an eyebrow at his words and
decided to have some fun. Turning
around she mocked looking for someone.
"Slave? I
see no slave. I know you're not
talking to me like that. Because
that would be very stupid, and as for the prince he's where he always is."
'When he's not bugging me to fix him food, the G-room or insulting me.' She thought not stopping her words. "He's in the back. His training chamber is there."
At that she shut the door, in his face.
