Vegeta narrowed his eyes at the familiar scent of blood. What was going on in here? Glancing about the main room he saw blood and what looked like a place a fight had been. 'Where's the girl?' He though panic rising in him before he could smash it, seeing a light in one of the rooms he opened the door. Glancing around the bathing chamber he saw her sitting on a stool sewing up her own skin. "What happened girl." He demanded harsher than he had intended his voice to be.
"I uh cut myself shaving?" She answered not sounding as if she would believe the excuse if ever given to her. Poking into her mind softly he 'heard' her own berating. 'Stupid Bulma, like you would ever get a cut this big from a razor.' Glaring at her he watched her finish up the wound. She put some salve on it then a clean bandage.
"You've done this before." He stated rather than asked.
"Not that its any of your business." She mumbled putting things back into the box she had been retrieving things from. "You're still here why?" She stated giving a very plain hint that she wanted him gone.
"I live here girl if you haven't forgotten."
"I meant in the room smart-ass." She looked as if it pained her to stand, and with how deep he had seen the wound go he knew it was. Not giving her an option he moved to her side and lifted her petite form in his arms. She was surprisingly light and he had to force himself to keep his thoughts from going where they were. The slipping shirt and bare legs weren't helping any. At this close of a range he could get her full scent, and what the chemicals and oils she usually had hanging about her covered up was surprising. Maybe it was that so much of her blood filled the area but her scent seemed stronger. Either way he knew one thing was for sure, seductress she may have been on the outside but she was untouched, an amazing thing with a girl of her beauty.
She didn't struggle. She was too tired to care what happened and she was sure in some deep down part of her that he wouldn't try anything. With the loss of blood she knew she needed her sleep. Unable to keep herself awake she rested her head on his shoulder. 'Please don't ask me about all this in the morning.' She begged to him inwardly. Never outwardly did she ever beg for herself, but in her mind was another thing, he wouldn't know she thought that and she could keep her pride in tact. (Boy does she have a lot to learn. : Grins at readers: )
He heard her thoughts, and he could feel the amount of pride she had to shed to even admit it to herself. But nonetheless he wouldn't listen to her silent plea. But he would take it easy on her. After all she had lost a lot of blood and looked extremely pale and tired. She was worn out and he remained silent as he set her in her bed. Looking to the wall he felt a chill go through him. She had painted this? It was cold, desolate, and bled unhappiness. But even though he had never seen the place himself he felt a sense of unwanted truth radiate from the mural. In a sense it was a depiction of life. 'Did she live there?' Looking back to the pale sleeping creature he just filed it away for later questioning. She would answer him in the morning, there would be no arguing that. Smirking he added mentally. 'Though I am sure she will try.'
Short I know. And I am truly sorry. But right now, even though I am on X-mas break I am at work nearly ALL the time and grounded from the computer unless for scholastic use so I have to steal on for whatever little writing I have in my mind. Plus to add icing I work so much I am DEAD tired thus have no energy to stay up and write. SORRY but I have three days, daddy is SO gracious, of technological use and shall so my best to put it to good use. Neway please review. (I NO IT SUX) and that's about it. Oh ya please review my one shot kills ficcy I thought it was decent but so far only ONE review. : sniffs : well ja ne!