Something pulled at the edge of her conciseness. Something she wouldn't like and didn't want to deal with. But her being herself she faced her problems, not hid from them. With waking came many things, the events of the night before, her aching head, and most of all the fact that her nose had begun to bleed once more. Moving to her bathroom she washed her face and inspected her swollen features. The other day she had used makeup to hide the damage and ice packs to calm, the swelling. The stress from the night before had ruined all her progress. 'Best I deal with this now.' She thought, no amount of vainness in her thought. 'I'll need my looks to get what I need.' She had every intention of getting back at whoever had hurt her sister. And she knew her looks made men more liable to forget there was a brain to go with them. Men after all, were lustful morons at the best of times, sex addicts at worse. Pulling on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt she left her room. She entered the kitchen to find a mini feast at the table. Shacking her head she recalled that Cho-Cho cooked like crazy when stressed, it was a good thing she actually could make meals that were eatable. Otherwise Bulma would have starved long ago.
Neko looked to the girl she had partially raised. She knew when a plan was hatching behind that delicate nose, and this one was nothing short of bloody revenge. And no matter how much pain the bastards would go through she knew they deserved it, Bulma wouldn't kill them. It was too easy a way out. "What are you planning my blue demon?" She demanded, placing a hearty breakfast before the skinny girl. "And why can't you put some meat on those bones of yours."
"Fast metabolism. And I was thinking paper cuts, lemon juice, and balls nailed to gasoline soaked tree. Only where would I find a match?" She smiled evilly at the joke and Neko knew the girl wasn't serious, the plan wasn't painful enough. Or humiliating enough. Cho-Cho was still in bed and she planned on distracting her lover, and incidentally herself, by bringing the woman breakfast in bed. With maybe a desert. Bulma was far too used to the couplings and it shown when the man had brought it to her attention and she hadn't dared enter their room.
He heard the girl snicker as he rushed into the kitchen. The women from the night before were at it again and he was finally far enough away to not hear their bed sport. "Doesn't that bother you woman?"
"Why should it, they don't flirt with me in any real way other than to tease. If they choose female company over men when in a real relationship who am I to dictate that it is evil or some other such nonsense?"
"Most women I've met find the act revolting."
"Considering those women and the one I treated last night are the reason I live and breathe I think I can look over Neko and Cho-Cho's sexual preference."
"What happened last night girl?" He demanded, she glared at him but in her eyes he could see that she would answer him.
"Their daughter, in the sense that one got pregnant and they both raise her now. Was attacked, she was an older sister to and taught me how to read and do simple math. She also showed me the wonderful world of technology. I've surpassed her but not by much in some areas. Wither way Jess was attacked and they brought her to me. Keep away from Jess, she was attacked by a man and while he didn't get to do what he wanted to he came close enough for me to…" She cut herself off and he knew that the sentence would not be finished. "Let them do as they please. Help yourself to the food by the way. Neko uses cooking as a form of distraction." A particularly loud scream came from the upstairs and he rose a brow. "And that is another." He watched his little ningen leave and decided that the food was better than anything the scientist could make. In the end it turned out to be quite filling and delicious.
Late Saturday Night
Bulma stepped quietly into her living room. Knowing that only Vegeta was likely to be awake, she hoped not, she felt her exhaustion pull her down. Since the day after her family had returned to her she had been hunting down the men who had hurt her big sister. Though there was no blood between them they were as close as they could without becoming lovers.
The Briefs hadn't taken much offence to the reason her childhood raisers had appeared. In fact her father was now finding them jobs that would suit them, Jess was ready for a computer team with full benefits, that was when she woke up and if she wanted it. Pulling her boots on tight she knew this was not her night for the leader. She had gotten the two punks that had helped but as of yet had not found out the leaders name. Stepping out the front door she made sure she was quite a distance away before pulling out her air bike. Taking off she knew where she wanted to go. And it just so happened to be her old way of making money, a lot of people talked at cage fights. And never thought twice that the fighter may be listening to them.
He followed her as she moved to a part of the city that smelled foully. Landing softly he followed her into a bar of some sort, the guard at the entrance didn't even bother to object to his entrance. Smart man. Looking around he found himself amid a mass of filthy bodies and loud voices. Something long since familiar to him. Seeing the tiny girl he had tracked he strained his ears to filter out her conversation with the bartender.
"I still have my tab, use it to get me in."
"It's the championship squirt. But considering you were one of my best moneymakers I'll squeeze ya into the roster."
"Good, my pack still here." An old duffle bag was thrown to Bulma and she began digging through it. Pulling out some armbands and gloves. "Keep the rest it doesn't fit anymore. Pawn it off for all I care. By the way, I'm thirsty." In no more than five seconds a drink was set before her. And Vegeta was not going to even bother in hopes that it was something other than alcohol. She swallowed the liquid in one go and was soon heading towards a fighting square with the top of a cage above it.
She caught sight of Vegeta and groaned. 'Great, all that I don't need. A tag along.' Doing her best o ignore him she climbed the ropes. Sending out a piercing whistle she gained some attention. "Any of you boys remember little 'ol me?" She asked in a deceivingly sweet voice. "Cause I'm here to wipe the floor with you once again." Cheering broke out from those that had survived long enough to know her, bets started being laid down in favor by those who had seen her fight. Fools that wouldn't listen to their friends began betting against her. 'Oh well, their loss, literally.' When fights started coming she was ready. Drinking in between rounds she kept her ears pealed for information on Jess's attack. Stepping back into the cage she ducked the swing aimed at her and let her right arm feint while her left leg kicked. "That has to smart." She mocked. "Getting your ass whooped by a little girl. That is what you just called me not five minutes ago. I believe the quote was 'just out of her training bra' fool." She hissed, twirling she sent her leg flying and knocked him to the ground. Some were smart enough to not get up after the first time she floored them, the first time was a warning. The second she made damn well sure they couldn't get up. All the while she listened to words being spoken in the corner of her cage. What was being said was just what she wanted to hear. From the corner of her eye she saw the man she wanted to slice and dice give an address to one she now mentally named seduction victim number 534. 'Why do I keep tally, its not exactly something I'm proud of.' When her opponent didn't get up she grabbed another beer, and made a beeline for the blond with the address she needed. "Hey." She started coolly. The blond in need of a bath jumped but did not look upset over her attention. After all she was a little battered but still had a body. "Wanna dance?" He nodded dumbly. Keeping him distracted by pressing against him he never noticed her fingers pull his wallet out and finger the white piece of paper with the location she needed. Letting the leather creation drift back to his pocket she fingered the paper. When her name was called for the last fight she slipped the paper between her breasts.
"What ya doing chick?" Her last fighter demanded.
"Adjusting my tits. What's it look like? You wouldn't want me to spill out now would you. What kind of distraction would that cause for you?" He growled and threw a punch. When he went down under her boot she grinned malevolently. Screaming out she recalled why she loved this sport. Respect.
He had not interfered with her actions that night. Some women had tried to gain his attention, he ignored them. He had nearly shot the filthy weakling that she danced with but then he had caught her slide of hand and the thievery of his money holder. She extracted a piece of paper and hid it then went off for another fight. After proving that she was the best in the tournament, most of her opponents sloppy at best. She went to the bartender., Who handed her many green bills, then a bag filled with more. Something about clearing her tab she called it. Whatever she did here she had made herself a name and money before he had followed her. As she walked for the door he pushed his way to her side. Wrapping one hand around her arm he brought himself to her attention. "Finally making yourself known Vegeta. Why did you follow me?" He was slightly surprised that she had known he was there.
"What are you doing her girl?" He hissed, letting her make her exit of the building, but not leaving her side.
"None of your damn business Vegetable-head. Why don't you dro-?" Her last word turned into a squeal as he gathered her into his arms and took off towards their home. When they landed and he let her down she glared at him. She didn't bother with the front door, merely climbed up the wall and entered her room through her window. Glaring he decided it would be wise to keep a close eye on her the next night. She was up to something and he wanted to know what. After all, she was his, and he wanted to know what his pet was up to. She was to conniving to leave unattended for very long.
Well? I can promise blood in the next chapter. When I get around to writing it that is. 6 months I am SORRRY. The time just FLIES when ur busy an stuff. Well people should be happy. Show me how happy you are by REVIEWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~BUM~