Letting her hair fly loose Bulma ignored both the growing cold and pouring rain as she watched the lighting split the sky. Followed shortly by the unearthly rumble. Closing her eyes she let the raw power of the storm wash over her, never had she enjoyed anything so much as the true power of the natural. Oceans dried and mountains crumbled and she saw the beauty of nature. Sopping wet she walked back into her room. Her balcony had been the means of many a sneaking out. But it also was her spot to witness great storms. Ignoring the water she was trekking onto her carpet she began to drain her hair of the water it had absorbed. Pulling her sopping shirt over her head she pulled the clinging garment off and dropped it to the floor. Soon her shorts joined the pile and she was left standing in her undergarments. Grabbing a towel she began to dry off, and it was while she was blindly drying her hair that she had a guest. One who had entered not through her door but her balcony.
Looking over her exposed flesh he took in all the marks. Not as many round scars as he had been led to believe but many looked to have come from burns and blades. She had yet to notice his entrance, but that was only due to the drying cloth that she was using on her hair. "Do you always stand in your small clothes or am I just privileged?" Watching her jump in statement she had soon wrapped the cloth around her body and glaring at him.
"Who said you could come in here?" She demanded. He took notice of how her heart pounded and fear flowed from her. But oh how her eyes glowed with indignant fury! And before he could even answer she added. "And give me that 'I'm the prince crap' and I'll-I'll."
"You'll what girl?" He whispered challengingly stepping closer to her scantly clad self.
"Leave." She hissed reaching behind herself for something. Glancing behind her he saw that it was what he had learned to call a gun, a weapon of sort that the weaklings here often used. Snatching her hand before she could get it he pulled her away from the dresser. Her fear tripled but on the exterior she was unmoved. "Unhand me and get out of my room." She said coolly. Leaning next to her ear he whispered.
"Do I make you nervous?" Moving some of her hair away from her shoulder he pressed his lips to her throat. Feeling her pulse quicken as he left a trail of kisses from the crook of her neck to just next to her eye. By then she was trembling in his arms. Smirking he let her go. He was amused when she took a step back glaring defiantly; faster than he would ever gave her credit for she slapped him.
It had been like hitting a granite statue. But for all the pain it was placing in her hand his skin didn't even turn pink. Ignoring her pounding heart she turned her back on him. Pulling her boxes off the bed she slipped into her pj's. When she turned back round to face Vegeta he was gone. As fast as she was able she was soon dressed in some clean dry clothes. Jumping to the ground from her balcony she opened a capsule and was soon off. Driving in the dark was dangerous, but when had she ever played it safe.
Hours later she had eluded the cops several times and ruined three of their vehicles by turning sharper than they could and thus they crashed into whatever she had avoided impact with. By the time she arrived home she had an empty tank of gas, but the old feeling of thrill had cooled her anger down. Tossing her braid behind her she walked back in the building. But not before the re-capsulation of her scooter, but the moment she walked in she felt eyes on her. Instead of moving through the dark she hit the lights, only to find them no longer in service. Off guard she was soon met with a fist coming for her face. Not making a sound she was soon covering bleeding nose trying to blink past her blurred eyes. 'Oh god no.' She thought feeling fear well up inside of her stomach. Kicking out she felt much like she had in her younger years. Before the girls had gotten her away. Missing her intended target she received a second blow to the face, this one connecting with her left eye. Still refusing to give in to her pain she dropped both hands and let her bleeding nose run freely. Sending out her crimson fist she felt impact ensue. Not that the thought that she was a match for the man attacking her ever crossed her mind, she knew he could and would beet the shit out of her. She was only to angry and frightened to actually acknowledge that bit of information. "Back off Jack!" She yelled hoping to gain the attention of the local Sayain. Napa had left earlier that day. But he didn't listen and she wasn't sure help was on the way. Grabbing the closest thing behind her she sent a nice heavy dictionary towards her foe.
"Come here brat." He screamed, angry at the fact that she had learned to fight back since their last meeting. Her only response to his order was to tip the coffee table over and let him trip over it. But not before he had aimed and released on of his daggers. She dodged it for the most part, but it still sliced the side of her left thigh. Grunting in pain she felt the sting off her newest addition to her scars.
"Not on your life!" She had fallen and her last words had been cut short by a quick kick to the head. Vision blurring she curled into a ball so that her ribs would be safer. She had long since learned the smaller the target the less damage one could do to it. Fighting the oncoming darkness in her mind she tried to think past the fog. For once she had not brought her gun and was long past regretting it. But that didn't mean one wasn't nearby. She had at least one hidden in each room, depending on the size and interior of the area. Slowly, ignoring the beating and pain, she tried to crawl towards the heating vent where she had stashed a six barrel. Crude but it fit in the tiny space. Before she was even half way there she had been wrenched to her feet and was introduced to the wall. Unable to scream due to having the air beaten from her, her mind only registered her lack of air. But when Jack grabbed her wrist and pushed her away only to yank her back again she felt her shoulder move out of place. Without thought she hooked her foot around his and tripped him. Falling down in the process. Scooting back she felt air refill her lungs. Seeing another blade being pulled from his belt she did the only thing she could think of. She screamed. With all that was left in her being to do so. And just as she dodged his weapon that had been aimed for her throat She felt a plan hit her mind. Twisting her body she used her good arm to grab the blade she had just missed being impaled by. Getting to her feet she let him know that she was ready for a blade battle. When he lunged she grinned kneeing him in the gut and pulling her belt loose she soon had him hog tied.
It was then the phone rang.