Pins and Needles
Disclaimer: Akira Toriyama owns DBZ! -
Chapter 4
The Awakening
Bulma and Vegeta were watching the boy when his eyes snapped open and he released a silenced scream that had been trapped within for some time. The lady gasped while Vegeta stared cold-heartedly at the boy as he ripped the oxygen mask off and swam to the glass wall. He brought his fist back, looked at the glass in frustration then pounded on it with strength renewed and it cracked. The boy paused, his green eyes widening and his blue hair swirling round him, startled at this new power he felt bubbling inside of him, then preceded in whacking the glass again.
By this time, the prince of saiyans knew that the boy was not going to be able to stand and he was going to end up carrying the boy somewhere. He smirked as the boy's fist hit the glass wall for the eighth time. He knew if he was in the boy's position, the glasswould have broken with the first blow.This time, as the boy lashed out,the three tiny cracks webbed out in a great, beautiful oval shape, taking on the appearance of ice. One more hit and shards of glass and liquid showered the two onlookers.
The boy was spewed forwards, landing in glass on his knees, his hands riddled with shallow slashes and blood mingling with the pooling regenerating substance.
"Oh…" was all Bulma could get out.
The 'little wolf' felt woozy after such a large amount of blood loss, so much that he wasn't thinking of his actions. He raised his head, taking note of the people in the room and stood shakily, leaning on the broken cell for support. The pain did not register as he stabbed the broken pieces into his palms in order to stay up right. Eyes not focusing, he asked the prince 2 questions.
"Who are you? Where am I?"
The prince snorted.
"Vegeta. You are on Earth, where else?"
He didn't pick up the sarcasm but nodded amiably, turning, seemingly half drunken, towards Bulma and extending a partially clean hand. The inventor gave him a guarded glanced before he spoke in the same hoarse, low tone.
"Pleasure to meet you Vegeta and Miss…."
"Briefs, Bulma Briefs," She said at once, shaking his hand automatically.
Some where in his oxygen-depraved brain, that line pulled a trigger. A whole lot of memories exploded in his mind so, as his icy cold skin left her warm flesh, he fell backwards in a faint.
Bulma's reaction was too slow. Vegeta sighed as he saw the boy tilt backwards, falling, and stretched out his arms to catch him. Lifting him into the air, he gave Bulma a disgruntled look then she nodded gratefully and wordlessly led the way to the sofa in the sitting room.
Vegeta: Why am I always doing something nice? Rewrite that!
Kikasha: Fine. But they don't have to read it!
Vegeta: Whatever…just do it…
Kikasha: Shut up!
Vegeta smirked as he saw him fall. He caught him with his boot, roughly set him on the ground, then turned and walked off. Bulma took a while to recover and was extremely annoyed when she saw Vegeta gone. She lifted the boy up, more easily than she expected, and carried him to the sofa in the sitting room where she tended to his wounds.
Kikasha: There, ya stuck up psycho dork!
Vegeta: …whatever…
Kikasha: Pffft! Fine! whacks Vegeta and grins cuz he can't move without her permission