Eyes adjusting to the dark her jaw dropped. "Cho?"
"Shit went down, Jesse." The voice cracked at that, hitting the lights Bulma followed the metallic scent of blood that only now her senses registered. It lead her to the kitchen where she found her sisterly figure bleeding on the kitchen table, with Neko ruining washcloth after washcloth in efforts to clean the wounds. Whatever had been on the table had been pushed unceremoniously to the tile floor.
"Move over Nek." She ordered lifting the unconscious girl that was no more than six years her senior. Kicking the door open to the mini hospital that was located for a certain Sayain she let the filthy blanket covering her friend drop. Sucking air in through her teeth she let out a hiss, violent temper rising she was forced to harness it and push it down. She could hunt down whoever did this later; the bastard(s) would pay, dearly. For now she was the only one with the medical knowledge, that could be trusted, to treat the teacher of all she had learned outside of television when she was younger. 'Where's Vegeta?' She thought, soon forgetting the missing male as she made to begin cleaning the first of many wounds. Occasionally she would let the woman assist her in her work, but two mother hens became more than she could handle and they soon found themselves pushed out the door. Returning to her work, adjusting the light, she resumed picking out broken glass, and gravel, from the flesh of Jesse's arm.
Cho-Cho paced the hall with Neko, her namesake flying in her belly. (Butterflies) Breaking the law was not the beginning of what she had done this night. Besides her choice of profession, Bulma was strictly prohibited from seeing them until she was twenty-one. She would be eighteen in almost a year. Second, they had broken into a home, which was illegal for some reason. 'Who else could we have gone to? Either the hospital and waited for an unknown amount of hours or fucked the job up ourselves. We had to go to Bulma.' Neko had gone to the kitchen and Cho-Cho entered to finding the woman fumbling with a tea kettle, evidently Bulma had not dropped the habit of drinking tea they had hooked her on, compared to what she could have been on though nobody ever seemed to mind. Glancing around the kitchen she spotted the mess they had created while waiting for the youngest of their 'family'. With nothing else to do she set to work at cleaning it up.
Neko was testing the saying, 'A watched pot never boils.' So far, it was true. 'Come on damn you I need tea!' Pacing back and forth three feet either way she kept glancing to the cool water and cursing it for taking so long. She heard the sound of Cho cleaning the mess they had made when placing her daughter on the table. Both had been wiping up the blood when in came an artisan's walking depiction of a Greek god. Moving behind him she meant to tap him on the shoulder, only to find herself pinned to the wall arms length from him held by her throat.
"Drop her." Cho-Cho ordered aiming a gun to the side of his face. He hazel-green eyes widened when Cho's hands were being held up and together, gun having fallen to the ground. 'She hadn't even had time to fire a shot!'
Taking in the intruders he could smell the dozens of men they had been with recently. 'Whores.' His mind spat, disgustedly. But what were they doing here? Blood plastered the pair of them in various parts of their outfits. But he could smell that it was not of Bulma's. HE was ready to demand an excuse for their intrusion when Bulma walked in. Bearing more blood than either of the females but looking perfectly calm.
"Drop them Vegeta." She demanded, lacking the usual acid bite her voice held. Releasing them all the same he was forgotten once the girl entered the room.
"How is she?" The first one asked earnestly, moving away from him as she spoke. Bulma gestured to the table and both women took a seat, while she flipped a chair around and saddled it. All along neglecting to acknowledge the blood she sported in various amounts from the waist to her elbows.
"Physically? She'll live. I've pumped so much relaxant into her she'll be out for a few days at least and a week at most. Mentally? I can only guess." Standing in the shadows he watched the hurricane of emotion pass through her ocean gaze. "For all the blood I'm happy to inform you that you saved her in time, bringing her to me was the right thing and I'll deal with the consequences that it will create. Her voice was choked with emotion before a chilling ice covered filled her from within. He could read nothing in her gaze, other than silent rage.
"So she'll live?" The second female questioned tentatively.
"Only if she want to Cho. Its truly up to her. Will to live is usually the biggest deciding factor in cases like this, in any recovery." It was with this he figured that the blood had come from a fourth party.
"Girl." He called bringing their attention to him.
"No Vegeta." She cut him off. "Tomorrow." She added curtly. "For now I'm taking a shower and crashing. You two come on. I'll give ya a room. We'll worry 'bout the clothes lata."
Her old street accent came back to her with ease that could have made her smile in any lighter moment. It was her exhaustion that allowed it to leak through in the first place. At one point she had cursed nearly every other word that came from her mouth. She had cleaned up her speech since the Briefs had taken her in. But it was still a part of her, always there, to be a part of her past and who she was. What made her, her. Leading the way she couldn't have cared less if Vegeta was following, she discovered he was when his door opened and shut. Signaling his entrance in his room, unfortunately the one situated besides hers. Pointing to the room across the hall from her own she let the women who had raised her enter it first. "You two can stay here. Rest up." Without another word she crossed to her room.
Stripping down she dropped her blood soaked clothes to the floor. She'd deal with them later, when she woke. She seriously contemplated going to bed as she was but the feel of dried blood would prove too much of an annoyance. Stepping into her shower she let the icy water run over her body. She never felt comfortable taking heated baths and showers. Just as well considering there had never been hot water for the most part of her youth. Scrubbing the red from her skin she washed and rinsed several times. Not satisfied until the water ran clear. Stepping out and wrapping a towel around her she glared to her door. Vegeta had just demanded her presence, and knowing him if she didn't answer now he would barge in and see her in her towel anyway.
What ya think? I think Vegeta needs to be taught a lesson, what you say? I bet you all that it would be Vegeta holding her huh? GOT YOU!!!! HA HA!!!!! ANYway REVIEW.
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