Damaged

Chapter Six: Collapsing

The stillness of the room was slowly turning into perpetual coldness that engulfed the fragile female's wounded body. She felt the blood pump in the wound on her head, but she had no time to pay attention to it. She was too busy glaring daggers at the man that influenced her peaceful enough as to transform it completely into a living Hell. Something not many people can do to a Queen as authoritative as Bulma Briefs, the head of the most advanced race there could possibly ever be in this Universe. A Queen that was, since her childhood, by far not as normal as all of the other leaders presumed...

Bulma always had the fighting spirit in herself, the fire that burnt anyone who dared to mess with her or her attitude. The fire that kept burning many others' just by its existence. The fire that made some of her friends feel complete when they saw the living flames dance in the whilrwind of other people around the princess' emotions, the fire they could recognize at any time. The attitude of the young princess just have added to the impression that she would turn into a temperamental Queen. And so she had...

But everything she had was to be taken by this man, this same man that was now standing boldly and proudly in front of her. A man that she had quickly learnt to despise for every monstrosity that he committed to her... One man that stole her heart and now threw it back at her face, completely broken and empty... Just mere leftovers from the huge meal it had represented to the Saiya-jin King's hungry mouth... He had completely devastated her and now planned to have her as his toy around his planet of barbarians with their prehistoric ways of life?! He guessed quite wrong if that was what he assumed she would let herself do...

Finally, unable to stand the quiet any longer, the female sneered in a way that by no means suited a Queen of her rank. A Queen, she thought? No, she was no Queen any longer. Thanks to him!

"What? No warm welcome? No "Hi, Bulma, how've you been? Did you have fun after I fucked you and never called back again?"? I'm quite surprised, I must confess..." She began spitting the venom she had held down for all those years. She hated herself more than she hated him... She hated herself for being weaker than him and letting him take his tall on her even though she shouldn't regret anything that happened... She did everything because she wanted to... But... Did she make the right decision?... She risked her life so many times for a man that now destroyed her home planet, her parents, her people in the blink of an eye without batting a single eye-lash... How was that fair?...

"Sarcasm is one of the many things that does not suit you, woman." Vegeta murmured and passed by her, refusing to watch her expression any longer. He knew that his resistence to her black magic was straightened ever since they last parted, but he knew just as well that right now... He was doubting everthing that once he thought were unbreakable laws...

Just as Earth's existence... It was something that he did not consider turning into a wrong statement. 'Earth still exists. The earthlings have created a new super-weapon that can stand the attacks of some race or some other race.' He was used to hearing those words with the years. He accepted it as a part of this Universe, something invulnerable... After all, no matter how hard he may disagree and argue with you on the topic, Earth was under the Saiya-jin Empire's wing.

Yet something had managed to break the rule... Which could only mean that the young man's Empire was not as invulnerable in itself as he had thought it was. Things were going terribly wrong... Things that he was taking for granted all these years... One after another, they have begun disappearing right before his eyes... Like Bulma's life force... It was ever since weakening since he left... He understood full well that he was the source of all her sorrow, of all her problems. But what did she want from him?! Suicide because he was causing her pain?!

"As a title of such a high-rank does not suit you, your majesty." The lavender haired woman emphasized on each syllable of the last word.

"Did you come just to push your luck? Do you doubt that if you keep that up I'm capable of twisting your little neck for your endless insolence?!" Vegeta hissed, his head snapping sharply in her direction. "Just who the fuck do you think you are, woman?!" He took another step back to her having his nose almost touch hers.

"I have no idea any longer, Vegeta. Why don't you enlighten me, your royal I-Know-It-All-ness?" She did not fall behind. The King's eye brow rose. Did she meant what he thought she did by her words?!

"May I ask what the hell are you blabbering about?!"

"You know full well what I'm talking about, you egocentric fool!" She spat the insults as if there was going to be no tomorrow. Well... In a way, there would never be a "tomorrow" anymore... "I know you hate me for the fact that my mind has evolved better than yours has in this barbaric lacking any kind of esthetical feeling planet, but what in Dende's name made you think you could just blow my planet up, you self-centered power-thirsty maniac!!?!" She had the urge to push him back but knowing the resault will be good as none, she refrained from doing so.

If the young man had taken more than the second he did to think over her words, he would have defended himself otherwise. However, he picked the worst part of her sentence to defend...

"And just what makes you think that some low-life weak Earthling creature such as you can tell me, the King of all Saiya-jins, what to do? Maybe you have some hidden powers that you will use on me if I don't do as you say? Or you'll scratch me to death?!" He laughed cruelly, adding more to the coldness of the room. The lavender haired woman felt her hands numb already, but she had no time to analyze that. She found herself into a far too heated argument that she had waited for so long and now she finally got...

"It's always been about your race and your position in it, hasn't it?! You make me sick with your selfish ideas of slavery and your insolence for those smarter than you..." Bulma felt another urge as to spit in his face by the twisted smirk that lay on it, but she knew better than doing so. She still treasured what was left from her life, or at least she would never let herself fall so low as to be killed by the likes of him.

"So you're here to judge the way I rule my Empire? Is that it, you pitiful excuse for a regal?!" He bit back. Bulma made a smirk matching his.

"No, Vegeta, for so many years you did not understand one thing - I am not like you." Her smirk grew when a huge frown took place on his facial expression.

"What the fuck are you doing here then, woman?" He smirked as well, regaining his composure, walking behind her. "Here is not a place where every low-class like you can enter... Someone must've brought you here... What purpose do you have to come back to me? Can't have enough of me?" He purred seductively in her ear as his hot breath sent shivers down her whole cold body. Was it just her or was he radiating warmth?... She slapped herself mentally. She was not going to fall for his charms again! Never again!!! She wouldn't let get her pride walked over again! She had dignity to keep!!!

He caught her off-guard with his question... Why did she come?... What would whatever he said change the events of this horrid day? How would anything he did give her back her life? Everything was forever lost... She had nothing to lean on, her friends were stolen from her by the harpies that called themselves Saiya-jins... She had nothing and no one... What now?...

"I am here to demand explanation!!!" Bulma screamed. Otherwise her voice would probably crack, giving her away. She wouldn't like that at all...

"Demand?" The King chuckled, brushing a strand of her shoulder-lenght lavender hairs behind her ear. "I do not think you are in position to demand anything, woman..." His chuckle resumed, but he stopped when his hand was caught in Bulma's smaller one, as the female turned around to face him, unshed tears clearly gleaming in her fiery sapphire eyes.

"What else do you want from me, Vegeta?! What else?! Tell me! I will give it to you, if you insist so much! Just name it and I'll serve it for you on a silver platter. Is that not what I am to you? Something you can get everything out from? So be it. I will get myself to fit in that role. All I ever wanted was your approval, Vegeta, nothing else! I just wanted to know that you wanted to stay with me after all the things I did for you, after all I gave you... But not one bit of those things could ever hold back the untamed Saiya-jin no Ou, eh? Well, fine with me, as you see, I'm still breathing. But tell me only this, Vegeta... Why? Why did you have to blow my planet up? What did I do to you? Where did I go wrong? I need to know if you want me to correct myself-"

"Stop it, woman!!!" He bellowed and pushed away from her, taking his hand back. "I don't need your obedient tone, I don't need any of this from you, understood?!"

"You don't need any of this?!" She repeated disbelieving her ears. "If you don't need this, why did you still reclaim your planet?! Why?! Just for the "fun"?!"

"Just shut up, woman!!!" He yelled again, beginning to walk forward and backward like a furious caged animal in the zoo. "You have no idea how these things function!!"

"I don't see how something such as destroying my planet into tiny star dust functions at all for anyone, Vegeta!! Tell me! Enlighten me!!!"

"It is something above you, woman, something you will never understand! Why waste my breath on you?!"

"I wasted mine on you far enough to deserve this little thing, Vegeta, and you fucking know it!!!" She screamed, her tears shining brighter. Was that human? Was it even saiya-jin to threat such a fragile creature such as herself this way? How come that everything became this way?... How did the tables change so much for five years?...

A sudden pause that came out of the blue for the furious female. She had the time to calm her breath a little and get a better grip at her emotions, that were once again screaming to be freed from the bars she was putting them behind... But there was no other way around. She needed to be strong... At least in front of him... She mustn't break down in front of his watchful eyes... That would probably be her last huge mistake in her life... Vegeta, on the other hand, seemed deep in thought. He seemed not in thought but... Battling his inner self about something...

"It was not me." He finally decided to inform her. And with that the conversation for him was over. But by no means for Bulma...

"And... You did nothing to prevent that? You, the 'strongest being of all'? The most powerful creature there could ever be? You knew me and my whole planet were going to be completely demolished yet did nothing to stop that from happening?..."

"Yes, I knew, and did nothing about it." He said sternly, not once looking back at her. Another pause. The full weight of the situation was falling on Bulma's shoulders just now. He... He knew... And... He... He did not care... Not at all... He did not care whether she lived or not... Even worse... He probably even wanted her dead... Was that fair?... To love someone so fully and not to receive one ounce of care back? Not one?...

"What's to become of me and my friends now?..."

"You'll be royal slaves in the castle. You should be touched to be honoured with such title." The spiky-haired man spat at her. He already had more than enough of this stupid argument. He was getting quite annoyed with the whole situation.

And, again, out of the blue, Bulma's attitude changed again. Her violent mood swings were getting more and more violent with every passing second that her sanity escaped from the back of her mind...

"Honoured?! Honoured!? Are you mocking me?!" She yelled atop of her lungs, taking them as far as they could bring her in the volume of her voice. "Why should I be honoured to kiss a dirty monkey's ass like yours?! How honourable is that?! I am a Queen, in my veins runs royal blood! I deserve to be treated as a regal just as much as you do!!! Don't you dare belittle me so, you-" Bulma found herself at loss of voice when her back was slammed hard against the nearest wall by the Saiya-jin King who had completely lost hold of his temper by the moment.

"Listen here, woman, and listen good. Don't try to play cool with me. You are no longer on your sissy planet where everyong kisses your ass. Here you will do what I say, and if you don't, you'll get yourself stomped over by many, many people. So I advice you not to be reckless and to understand what is good for you and if you're good enough, I might consider letting you go of duty some time next or the year after it."

'Let go of duty'?... What was that supposed to mean? That no matter what had happened into the past he would still force her to be a slave to him? And do whatever his whim called?! No... That was just a cruel joke... Get stomped over? Did she not get already get herself walked over by far too many Saiya-jins? Did she not have enough of all of this non-sense?! To the female it seemed that it had no end... An endless pool of sorrow, grief and betrayal... Those three things have made a ring around her life, keeping it firm in their grip...

Bulma began to shake her head furiously. No... She was not going to end up like that... It was far too pathetic!... She was not going to be a slave to him... No... She had pride... She had her dignity... She had to get out of her... Fast!... And she did the first thing that came on her mind.

She ran for her life.

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Vegeta sneered as he watched the little woman scurry down the corridor. The guard in front of his room did as well.

"Should I follow her, your majesty?" He asked.

"Don't bother. She doesn't have anywhere to go. She'll come back by herself eventually..." And with that the King shut the door behind himself. He had to rest. All of this fighting business was beginning to dance on his thin nerves. He had put so much effort into completely forgetting the woman and now she had to waltz in back in his life...

Everything was going "perfect", truly...

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Bulma ran as far as her feet could take her. She did not know where she was headed, nor did she care. The little female just wished to disappear from his sight... She could still feel his piercing glare dig right through the depths of her soul to the bottom of her fragile psychic. Even his mere glare was causing the agony to rise again. She could feel her mind convulsing. Reality and nightmare mixed to form this terrible place... This place where she now found herself lost in...

All of this was a lie, she told herself. Just a bad dream that she would wake up any time soon from. She knew it was. It had to be. She was Bulma Briefs. There was no way Bulma Briefs would die in such misery! She knew it was a lie!

The young woman fell on her ass on the cold tiled floor as she collided with something hard and tall. She looked up to see the last thing she needed right now, hearing the words that only served to further drive her collapsing sanity go over the edge.

"Now, if that isn't a cute little concubine?... What are you doing around these halls so late, sweetie? What do you say you join me in my quarters?"

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A/N: Damn, that was hard... No muse... Need to learn maths... Tired... No sleep recently... -sigh- What more do I need to say?... I hope you liked the chapter... I won't poke you to review... You know how much I love them reviews and I hope you submit them, but even if you don't, I won't be mad. Just the next chapter will be even more late, nothing else. And sorry that nothing much happened again... I think my style is kind of wearing off... I'll try my best to correct that...