Stepping backwards, not removing her gaze from the man hog-tied in front of her. When she lifted the phone she ignored the stains of red she created on the table and mouthpiece. That and the fact that she was going to have to reset her arm if she wanted use of her left arm ever again. 'Damn him and being bent on pulling my arms from their sockets every time we meet.' "Yeah?" She questioned forcing her voice to be calm.
"Bulma? Yes I was calling to check up on you."
"Hi Chuck." She spoke, her counselor in a way, he kept a check on her and made sure she stayed out of trouble. Kept tabs on her and had helped her adjust when she had been adopted by the Briefs. And right now he was just the man she needed. "Could you do me a favor?"
"Sure, are you lonely I know how the Briefs are out on a trip at the moment."
"No I'm fine, I need you to call the cops my father just paid me a visit and I need some one to escort him out of here."
"I'll be over in ten." Before she could object he hung up. 'So much for a quiet night.' There had been reasons she hadn't called for Vegeta. Number one and foremost she had pride, and knew she could handle it herself. Two he was out. He had declared to her that he would be training in the desert till late tonight. Looking to the man that was her father only by genetics she spat some blood on him. "You really know how to ruin what could have been a reasonably good night." And after assuring herself he wouldn't be getting free anytime soon she went into the nearest bathroom. Forcing herself not to limp she looked into the mirror. Cringing at her marred appearance she braced herself and set her nose straight. The blood began to flow once more and she sighed, forcing herself to breathe through the mouth. Blindly grabbing a washcloth she began to wipe the blood from her lower face. 'And I still have my eye to contend with…not to mention jack.'
She had stopped the bleeding when Chuck appeared. She didn't really pay much attention to him till she was sure her nose was set right, she had broken it many a time before and it had yet to look as if it had ever so much as bled. She took great care in her appearance. At one time it had been all she had. Shaking her head softly she grinned towards Chuck. Nodding to the still bound man on the ground she spoke. "And you said nothing good came out of my childhood." He looked to her palely, as if judging her sanity. "I learned how to take a hit long before I knew how to throw one. I grew up around gangs, nearly all members rapists." She used her foot to roll Jack onto his side, not bothering to be gentle. She made sure that he had no more little toys that could maim and harm her anymore. "Come near me again." She whispered, low enough for Chuck not to hear. Anyway he was answering the door. "And I'll make sure you won't live long enough to regret it." And just to make sure she was crystal clear. "I'll kill you." Standing she gave the effects of coming out of shock. She had still yet to treat her leg properly, merely stopped the bleeding. She would tend to it later. Breaking out into tears she let them think her weak. She had no desire for questions, she trusted the cops about as much as she did Jack. She wanted to be left alone, to handle it by herself, but they had to leave first.
It was nearly dawn when she was left to herself. Jack had done a fine job of insulting her when he had been led away. She had all but kicked out all who were in her home and was stripped to her underwear and an undershirt and stitching her gash, ignoring the blood she was restarting. She was nearly done when the door opened. Glancing up she saw the Sayain Prince. He looked slightly worried and when his eyes rested on her she froze.
"What happened girl." He demanded harshly.
"I-uh cut myself shaving?" She answered inwardly rolling her eyes at the absurdity of her own answer. 'Nice one.'