'My god what a moron.' She thought not caring whether the man left or not. In all truths she was entirely too use to men demanding entrance at her homes door, just not her capsule Corp. home. Ah the joys of being raised on the rough side of town. Shaking her head at her own sense of being a cynic, and the barrage of memories she pulled a pair of worn jeans. Tying the belt so that they would stay up she pulled a t-shirt with both the sleeves and belly half torn off, on. Hopping down the last two steps she decided to ask Vegeta if he wanted order out pizza for breakfast, again. 'A chef I be not.' She thought grabbing the cordless as she headed out the door. But what she saw was not what she was used to. Instead of having to practically beat down the door of the Gravity Chamber to get his attention he was standing in front of it with the big buffoon from earlier. "Am I to take it he is staying for breakfast?" She questioned interrupting the two.
"Are you making it?" He started taking in her appearance in one go, as he spoke. She rolled her eyes at his leering and swatted at the meaty hand that was baldies.
"No. I was going to order out pizza, you know that round disk food you seem to like?" He nodded in consent and she knew he liked the meal she had spoken of. "That would be a yes, what about him?" She questioned nodding her head in the direction of the giant behind
"He's staying too."
"Then kindly tell him that if he tries to feel me up, or refers to me as a slave one more time he will be providing his own meals." Smiling sweetly she turned to go back in the house while dialing the pizza place and making her order.
Vegeta smirked as he watched her tiny figure retreat to the house. She may have been a shrew but that had nothing to be said about her body.
"Is she yours?" His old trainer questioned, also watching the girl. He looked to the older man and felt a wave of protective jealousy.
"She will be." He spoke before thinking of what he said. But now that it was out his mind filled with ideas of how to seduce her. Napa had a brief flicker of disappointment flash in his eyes at the prince's words but made no objection. 'Good.' He thought. 'She belongs to me. She just doesn't know it yet.'
Of the many things she had already known when she moved in with the Briefs swimming had not been one of them. Something her new mother had soon rectified. And learning to swim was something she had never regretted. It had saved her life many times when out with the Z-team and it was a great way to relax. Closing her eyes she dived into the cool water. Touching the bottom of the tiled floor she swam to the edge. When her lungs did begin to burn for air she pushed further. She always tried to make it farther than the last time. Touching the wall she surfaced. Panting she gave a weak laugh. How had she relaxed before swimming? 'I didn't.' She thought coldly. Turning to her back she stroked to the middle of the pool then stayed there. Whenever the notion came to her she would dive back down to the pools floor. At the middle it went thirteen feet, at first the pressure had bothered her, but then of course she had also been afraid of drowning. Now that was not a problem. Pulling herself out of the water she decided to air dry while lying on the grass. 'Ok.' She thought going over her plan. 'If I want to sneak out…' She began, thinking of all the security systems she would have to bypass. She was in the middle of her plans when a shadow blocked the rays of the warming sun. Opening one eye lazily she met the gaze of Vegeta. "If I were polite I would ask if you needed anything, but considering my upbringing I'll forget that and just tell you to 'go away'. Get lost." She added sweetly closing her eyes, not noticing him smirk at her words.
"What are you doing woman?" He asked taking in the one pieced outfit she was wearing. It was completely black and if he had had any doubts on her figure they were no gone. But what he did notice was the many scars that flawed her otherwise perfect skin. Some came from blades, and others burns, but the odd ones were the round ones. "What are those?" He half asked half ordered pointing to one of the round marks on her leg.
"Scar." She murmured half asleep. He was sure that was the only reason that she had even answered him. Before he could pull any more information from her though she had fallen completely asleep. He knew she had worked late into the night the day before so he could find no reason for not letting her rest, for now.