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A/N: Well well well! Tell me what you think!
Black Sunrise
She woke up in the middle of the night unable to sleep any longer. She tossed her legs over the side of the bed and rubbed her face before she stood up. Arms above her head, she bent forward and flattened her palms on the floor and closed her eyes, letting the blood flow to her head. She was still hurt, but she needed to paint. Her fingers were twitching, mind flowing with so many ideas.
She would show him just what painting was. Picking up the baby monitor she silently opened the door to the guest room and crept down the hall, careful not to make too much noise as she approached Vegeta's room and heard the telltale snore of his, signaling that he was indeed in a deep slumber. Nodding her head, she walked into the study and closed the door. Kicking the muscle-shirt towards the door, she stuffed it under the crack to make sure that no light would come from the room. Walking to the windows, she threw them open and then walked to the desk, pulling out her pack of cigarettes.
Taking perch on the windowsill itself, she let her legs dangle down the side of the house as she looked at the twilight for a few moments before the burning cherry of the smoke in her hand. Her life was far from simple, and it was never going to be simple. She didn't know what else to expect though. Her house had been blown up, her daughter's life threatened, her friend's lives threatened...she hadn't went to go see Jade on the day that he had asked...and now she was just wondering if that was the smartest thing to do.
Vegeta had told her that it was the best thing, but now she doubted her actions. If she had just went and met up with Jade then all of this could possibly have been over. Sure, she'd have to break off her friendship with Vegeta, but if it meant saving his life, she'd do anything for him.
Tossing the cigarette out the window, she pulled her legs back in and picked up the painting that she was working on. She had the wall with the window on it done, the billowing curtains, the fiery sunset, and most of the bed started. The tall dark oak posts had enough detail on them to keep her busy for the next few hours so she picked up a brush and soon was ready to paint.
Hours rushed by like minutes and before she knew it, birds were starting to sing their morning melodies while looking for their breakfast. Looking over top of the easel, she yawned, rubbing fists into her eyes at the first hints of dawn. "Been up for hours, and hours...well there's no point in going to sleep. Will have to just get up early as it is...going to go have a shower. Going to need clothes first. Meaning I'm going to have to sneak into Vegeta's room and not wake him up. Mission accepted!" She giggled to herself as she closed the window and stretched.
Her back was aching but a long, long shower would cure it. She deserved it. Opening the door, Isis snuck out ahead of her, sniffing along the hallway for a few moments, curious about the morning smells. Bulma tiptoed her way into Vegeta's room; Luna on her back with her paws curled against her soft under-side, and grabbed a fresh change of clothes. Once she closed the bedroom door she broke out into a large grin. Life with Vegeta could be easy, or it could be hard. She could do both, and would do both.
Stepping under the blast of the shower, she slowly started to wash away the stress and tension that had been eating away at her for the last couple of hours. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back as she let the water run down her face, and soon she found out that it was not only water that caressed her cheeks, but tears as well. The two liquids mixed perfectly together as the drops tumbled down her naked flesh to scatter on the polished white of the bathtub.
After lathering her hair with coconut shampoo, finishing it off with the same scented conditioner she turned off the shower and twisted the taps until the water stopped pooling out of the faucet. Tugging down a plush white towel, she wrapped it around her dripping body and stepped out onto the white bathmat. That was something she didn't like about this bathroom. It was too white...too boring.
Toweling off her damp legs, she pulled on a pair of black Brazilian panties, and its matching bra, the proceeded to tug on a pair of skin-tight jeans that flared out to over her toes when she stood. After slipping her arms through a normal smoky-gray tank top, she finished off the outfit with a red hoody and a pair of black socks. Grabbing a smaller towel, she opened the bathroom door quietly, tossing the used one into a hamper, and then walked out only to head to the kitchen.
She was drying her hair with the white material while sitting in one of the over-stuffed armchairs when she looked up and noticed that Mitch was standing in front of her holding out a silver tray filled with a light breakfast and the baby monitor. "A little birdie told me that you'd be needing something high in energy this morning and by the looks of it, the little birdie wasn't wrong."
He had frowned slightly at the dark circles under the young woman's eyes and was about to mention that she should take a nap, but his comments were bitten back as she threw him a dirty glare and held up her middle finger. Shaking his head, he placed the tray down on the little table beside her and smiled. "Have a good night Miss Bulma?"
"Fine Mitch."
"What were you doing?"
"Does it really matter?" She asked coolly, eyes hardening. She knew that it wasn't his fault, and knew that she shouldn't be taking her frustration out on him, but if she didn't take it out on him then the next best person was herself.
"Not really, but by the small flecks of paint under your nails I would say you've been up to no good..."
"Making Vegeta's Christmas present...if you so desperately wanted to know."
Nodding, Mitch turned around and walked out of the room leaving the blue-haired woman to think over the events of what happened the day before. Bulma had only meant to blink, but as her head sunk back against the back of the chair, her eyelids started to get really heavy and thought that a few moments of closure would help ease the weariness out of them.
Vegeta woke up and stretched, careful not to knock the little girl beside him as she slept away. The bed felt oddly different without Bulma in it and as he stood, Luna had skirted out of his way. He had almost just stepped on her. Rayne rubbed a hand into her eye and turned her head to the right but continued to sleep. Slipping himself out of bed, he opened the door and looked down the hall to see if there were any signs of Bulma being awake yet.
Finding nothing, he walked down the stairs groggily, never one for mornings and into the kitchen for a cup of coffee. He held the warm mug happily between his fingers as he moved smoothly around the house, checking that everything was just as he had left it the night before. Satisfied he walked into the living room and almost let out a chuckle. There was Bulma asleep on his favorite chair, legs curled to the side as her hands were folded in her lap. Tresses were still damp and he could smell the coconut from where he stood. He could wake up to that smell every morning and would have been the luckiest man alive...but he had blown it with her, and he knew it. There was nothing he could say or do to erase the words that he had spoken the day before.
Setting his mug down Vegeta walked to the large sofa and grabbed the blanket that was spread out on top of it and gently covered Bulma up with it. She would wake up and complain that she was cold, as the weather was starting to cool off a lot, and as he walked to the window after making sure that every inch of the blanket was tucked in and around Bulma, he scowled at the frost that had collected on the front lawn. Christmas would be here soon, and he needed to get her something that would tell her just how sorry he was. But he had no clue what she liked, and he didn't want her becoming suspicious if he started asking all kinds of random questions.
He would figure something out before the winter holiday came he just knew it. All he would need to do is look around in her files a bit to see what things interested her and then he could work on his idea from there. Running a hand over his cropped hair, he sighed. He still needed an idea.
Vegeta walked away from the living room after grabbing his still steaming mug and headed back upstairs to check on Rayne. The little girl was just starting to wake up and was about to start screaming when he plopped the soother into her mouth and picked her up. Walking into Rayne's room, he grabbed the little girl a warm outfit and then headed to the bathroom to run a bath for the two of them.
Setting her down on the bedroom floor, he walked to his closet and grabbed a pair of swimming shorts. The first bath he had ever shared with the little girl had almost made him cry like a baby. The overly curious Rayne had slipped down onto Vegeta's stomach, hands splashing water all over the place, and had found a new toy to play with. Needless to say, when her chubby little fingers grabbed something that they shouldn't have, he let out a loud howl and jumped up, the little girl falling face first into the water.
Who knew little kids could be so bloody slippery? He had fished the little girl out glad to see that she was all giggles and smiles. That was something he had never told Bulma. Since that time he had learned to wear shorts while in the water. Walking back to the bathroom, he checked the water temperature and nodded to himself. It was warm enough to satisfy him, but not too hot to irritate the little girl.
He went and picked her up, undressing her quickly as he sat her down on the bathmat to change into his shorts. Luna curled up under the sink with her paws under her chin, large chocolate eyes blinking every now and then. Vegeta got into the bath and stretched his legs out, shoulders above the line of water. Reaching down, he pulled Rayne up to him and settled her on his chest, sinking down into the water a bit more so the water would settle just under her shoulders. She cooed away, happily banging her palms onto his chest, grabbing at his neck or shoulders, but Vegeta didn't mind. He was so taken with the little girl that he would do anything just to make her happy.
"Just like I'd like to make your mother happy..." he whispered, eyes sliding closed. "I'm such an idiot...the biggest idiot out there Rayne. Be thankful that you won't know what this feeling...this hurt feels like until you're older..."
Rayne yawned, soother falling out of her mouth and into the water. His fingers closed around it, stuck it in his mouth to get the bathwater off of it and then gave it back to the little girl. He was at ease with the little girl and was glad to know that she trusted him as well. If only her mother would be as trusting as her daughter.
The ringing of her phone startled her out of her deep sleep and she pushed the blanket off of her to get her phone out of the sweater's pocket. "Hullo?" she yawned, rubbing her eyes.
"Where do you live?"
Bulma tilted her head to the side looking startled. "What?"
"I just asked you a question you pea-brained idiot!"
"Cara?"
"The one and only. Listen, I've been sitting in this cab for almost an hour trying to get to you, so I had to call your parents to get your new number..."
"Oh!" Bulma sat up, legs falling to the floor and gave her friend the address to Vegeta's house. "I just don't understand though. How the hell did you get the money to come here? How long are you staying for?"
The girl on the other end of the phone let out a light chuckled. "A while, as long as I want. Who knows, might be able to hook up with some cute single guys. Know any?"
Bulma rolled her eyes. "I'll see you when you get here. How long do you think you should be?"
Cara talked with someone and then coughs. "20 minutes."
"Great! I'll see you then!" Bulma closed her cell phone and then looked to her cold coffee. Giving a slight shrug of the shoulders she picked it up and emptied the full mug in one long swallow. Stuffing an apple slice into her mouth, she ran up the stairs Isis racing after her and burst into Vegeta's room. She heard Rayne giggle from the bathroom and walked in there. "Vegeta..."
Her eyes fell on her daughter resting lazily on the broad, well-defined chest, sucking away happily on the soother in her mouth. Luna let out a little bark and came out from under the sink. "Oh, sorry." Her cheeks flushed slightly and she was about to turn away when he stood up, water crashing off of his body.
"No problem. Hand me her towel will you?" Bulma passed him the object he had requested. He wrapped the little girl in her towel, pulling the hood over her head and held her in front of him. "There you go you little jewel. All nice and clean..." He fixed the hood, straightening the cat-ears that were sewn onto the hood. "I am wearing shorts you know. It's all right for you to turn around if you want."
"Not until you put a towel on yourself. I don't need to see your flabby gut sticking out all over the place." She bit out. Vegeta walked to her side and held her daughter out for her to take.
"Listen Bulma, I want to talk about what I said yesterday..."
"Whatever. You don't need to say anything else now do you? My paintings are nothing more than stupid paint on some canvas right?" She hugged her daughter to her chest, spotted her clothing folded neatly on the ledge of the sink and once she grabbed them, she walked out of the bathroom and into Rayne's room.
Vegeta slammed the bathroom door shut with his foot, fist pounding on the wall, plaster cracking as his knuckles left a dent. He instantly regretted it, for the fresh scabs broke apart and blood started to dribble over his fingers again. Mitch was going to have his skin when he was through fixing the bleeding knuckles again. It's not like I don't deserve it anyway...she's really vexed with me. She should be, I'm an idiot.
Bulma sniffed gently as she pulled on the white socks that completed her daughters' outfit. Dressed in a pair of jeans and a red long-sleeved shirt, Rayne looked happy and healthy. She kicked her legs about, arms flying all over the place as she gurgled happily.
"Baby! Guess who's coming to stay? Aunty Cara! Aunty Cara is coming! Probably should have told Vegeta, but who cares. If he doesn't like it then we'll all leave. And go stay in a hotel somewhere."
Her phone rang again and she picked up Rayne, holding her on her hip as she answered it. Star was going to stop by and come for coffee, along with Chi-Chi and Goku. They hadn't seen their friend for a while and Bulma was glad that she was soon going to be surrounded by the people she cared about.
But she didn't expect a knock from the door as she headed down the stairs, Mitch going to answer it. Star grinned at Bulma and glowered at Mitch as she passed him. She wasn't going to forgive for what happened on Halloween and they all knew it. When Star held a grudge, she held it forever.
"Star! You're here early!"
"Well I called you on my way here. Chi and 'Ku are on their way over right now so I hope you've got coffee ready."
"Mitch?" Bulma asked as she stepped off the last step. "Is there fresh coffee, or should I go and make some?"
"I'll go and make it right now Miss Bulma."
"Thank you." She smiled sweetly at the older man and placed Rayne on the floor to let her crawl around. Star looked at Bulma and shook her head.
"Bad Karma."
"What?"
"You've got some bad karma about you. Another fight with Vegeta?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
Star tilted her head and shrugged turning to walk into the living room. "It's flucking freezing outside..." she grumbled, curling up on the couch.
"No kidding..." Bulma said from the front foyer, waiting for Rayne to make her way into the living room, but the little girl was set on going to the front door. Luna walked to her side and started nudging the little girl away just as the door was opening.
Bulma sighed and picked up her daughter just before Goku finished opening the door. Luna on the other hand had picked the wrong place to be at the wrong time and found herself stuck between the wall and the door.
Chi-Chi bounced into the room dressed in a dark pair of blue jeans and a dark purple turtleneck, her hair loose about her shoulders. "Heya B! How are you?"
"Fine thanks, yourself?"
"You don't look fine. You look tired."
"I am tired."
"Vegeta keep you up all night last night?" Chi-Chi quickly hid behind Goku as Bulma sent the girl a glare. "Or not. Another fight huh?"
"Am I really that predictable?" Bulma moaned, walking into the living room and pulled out Rayne's playpen from the corner with one hand and set Rayne inside. The little girl instantly picked up a soft ball and started chewing on it, looking up at her mother with her two colored eyes. Bulma leaned down and kissed her daughter on the forehead then turned to look at her friends.
"Well," Chi-Chi started "You look like you're just bursting with energy...what's up?"
Everyone could see that their friend was worn out and tired, though her blue eyes sparkled with a new light. "Cara is in town, and she's going to be here in a few minutes..."
"That's fabulous!" Star exclaimed, hands clapping together. "Now we'll be able to finally meet the infamous Cara!"
Mitch walked in carrying another silver tray filled with coffee mugs and a silver pot filled with steaming coffee. He set it down on the table and received a smile from Bulma. She walked to the chair that she had been sitting on earlier and poured everyone a cup of coffee. They made idle chat for another few minutes when a knock on the door inturrputed them. Bulma didn't bother moving to answer it, as she knew Mitch was all ready there.
"Holy shit look at the size of this fucking place!" Came a loud voice from around the corner. Bulma laughed to herself at the surprised expressions on her friends faces and the cringe that came from Chi-Chi. "Hey! You blue-haired bitch! Where the hell are you?"
"In the living room, and don't use that kind of language around my daughter Cara!"
The woman walked into the living room and Bulma jumped out of her chair, running to jump on her friend. They screamed, bouncing up and down like two little girls who had just got what they wanted for Christmas. Hands were linked together and they stopped all movement and just looked at each other. "Well!" Cara smirked. "I can see that this is the better life for you. Always knew you were going to break out of your shell soon enough. It's just too bad that I wasn't there to see it happen."
Bulma smiled and wrapped her arms around her long-time friend. "You look so different Cara!" Which was true. No longer was her hair long, but cut short in the back, to the base of her skull and angled longer towards the front. Her bangs were tinted red, bringing out the green eyes even more than before.
"It's bloody cold outside. How the hell can you live with it?"
"Oh please. We're from Toronto remember? Land of the freezing."
"So true, so true. So anyways, who are they?" She asked, pointing to the three that looked at them with such curiosity.
"Oh! The one with the black hair sitting next to the guy is Chi-Chi, and obviously her boyfriend Goku. And that's Star. They're my friends."
"Woman!" Vegeta bellowed out from the top of the stairs. "Why the hell was there screaming down here? Did you kill the cat or something?"
"Screw you Vegeta!"
Isis came tumbling down the stairs, almost head first as she lunged towards the new person, barking and snapping loudly. Cara stepped back and glowered at the loud puppy. "Isis! Sit!" Bulma commanded. "Cara is a friend."
Still the pup was growling, perfect ivory canines barred at the stranger. "Strange." Bulma muttered. "She normally accepts the word friend, and leaves it be. But she's not listening to me at the moment." Luna came in from outside, shaking off her damp fur, curious to see what was going on, and she too started to growl at the sight of Cara. "Luna! Friend!"
Neither of them stopped their loud chesty rumbles. Star got up and walked to the front closet and came back a few moments later with their leashes. She clipped them onto the collars and then tried to tug the pups out of the room, but they wouldn't hear of it. Vegeta came strolling down and walked into the room where they were gathered, Star trying to pull the snarling dogs away. Rayne looked up and let out a loud screaming protest at all the noise.
Cara covered her ears with her hands, eyes sliding closed as she tried to block out the sound while Chi-Chi looked at Goku with scared eyes. Why were the two pups going absolutely crazy, even after Bulma told them she was a friend?
Vegeta grabbed the leashes from Star who looked at him with a thankful smile and watched as she forced them out of the room. Bulma licked her dry lips and looked around. "Well, that was just strange. Normally they're really well behaved."
"Normally." Star said, eyes narrowing in Cara's direction. There was something not right about the blonde haired girl but she couldn't put her finger on it. Cara glared at Star and then turned it into a sickly sweet smile as she turned her attention back to Bulma.
Vegeta walked back into the room wearing a skin-tight black turtle-neck and a pair of khakis looking slightly pissed off. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall as he looked at the new woman in his home. Cara noticed him and turned around. "Oh my god Bulma! He's just....yum." She all but drooled.
Star rolled her eyes and got up, picking Rayne up from the playpen, bouncing her on her hip and making silly faces at the little girl. "Don't talk like I'm not here you stupid wench."
"Feisty too. I like it. Is he single?"
"Yes." Bulma sighed, slightly uncomfortable with the situation. "Vegeta, this is Cara. Cara, this is my friend Vegeta."
"So this is the guy you were telling me about. You didn't mention that he was a Greek God."
Vegeta rolled his dark eyes and walked to Star who held out the fussing little girl to him. Rayne quieted down when Vegeta picked her up and he bent over into the playpen, retrieving her soother. Cara walked to Vegeta and all but ripped Rayne from his arms. "Look at the little cutie! Aunty Cara hasn't seen you since you were just a baby!"
Rayne blinked up at her and spit the soother out, screaming madly again. Vegeta snatched the little girl away from her and pressed the crying figure against his chest, hand rubbing soothing circles on her back.
The little girl was often people friendly and took to anyone, but she didn't like her mother's old friend and he wondered why. But bothered him even more was the fact that both Isis and Luna hadn't listened to Bulma's command. Something was defiantly out of place.
Chi-Chi stood up and smiled at Bulma. "Thank you for the coffee, but Goku and I have a lunch date. We'll be seeing you Bulma."
"All right CC. I'll catch you two later. Give me a call all right and we'll plan something for the weekend."
"Sounds good." Goku smiled, standing up beside his girlfriend. Star jumped up too and muttered something about needing to go back home and finish off a paper that was due before the end of the week. Bulma walked her friends to the door and looked over her shoulder to see Vegeta carrying Rayne up the stairs.
Sighing, she turned her attention back to Cara, who was now stretched out on the couch. "How the hell can you hang out with such people like that? That girl, what's her name, Deedee looks like a total bore."
"Chi-Chi."
"Yeah, whatever. And Star, please. I thought I knew you better then that. Though you've got points for Goku. I wonder how much fun he and I could have together. And Vegeta...oh my god, cream in my pants goodness!"
"You won't be having any fun with Goku. He and Chi are happy together."
"Well, happiness is often taken for granted is it not?"
Bulma shook her head and poured Cara a cup of coffee. "That's not true Cara. I'm happy here and I'm not taking it for granted."
"I'd be happy here too if I was living with some guy that looked like that. I wonder if he's good in bed...should give him a try."
"I doubt he'd want to tussle with you Cara. I don't think you're his type."
"What's his type? I can be anything he wants..."
"I think he's gay." Bulma choked out, laughing inwardly as she knew otherwise.
"Gay or not, I'd fuck him."
"Oh please, you'd screw anything with a dick."
"And you know it!" Cara beamed proudly. "So, where am I sleeping?"
"You're not staying in my house." Vegeta growled from the doorway. He had only come down to grab Rayne something to eat, and overheard the last part of the conversation.
"Vegeta, please." Bulma all but begged.
"No."
"Why?"
"She's a witch. I don't like her, the dogs don't like her and Rayne doesn't like her. I'm not going to let the pups run stay locked up in the room all day Bulma. Kick her out."
"I'm not going anywhere darling!" Cara purred. "As for the pups...it's called a muzzle. That'll shut them up. If that doesn't work, a trip to the vets always will! Honestly Bulma, I thought you valued your daughter's safety more than that. How could you let two wild beasts run around free while Rayne is in the same room as them?"
Bulma's fingers tightened around her coffee mug. "Isis and Luna are very well behaved while Rayne is in the room and they've always been quiet after I say friend, but they weren't. Maybe they're just...I don't know."
"Maybe they need to get a good shot to the head. That would teach them!" Cara giggled.
Vegeta almost broke the bowl of yogurt in his hands. "My dogs are very good at judging people. You so much lay one finger on either of the pups I'll let the whole kennel loose on your skanky ass."
"Oh, would you? Please?" Cara growled, fingering Vegeta. "Now piss off. I'm bored with you. Go fuck a cat or something."
"Do not tell me what to do in my own house." But he left to go attend to Rayne. Bulma looked at Cara and sighed.
"Listen, I'll give you some money to stay in a hotel. I've got to talk to Vegeta..."
"So you're kicking me out? You're actually going to do what he says? Bulma, you're not the same person that you were before."
"And neither are you!" She screamed at her friend, coffee mug slipping form her fingers to break on the hardwood floor. "But it would be best for all of us if you leave for a few hours or a couple days until I sort things out with Vegeta!"
"You're just threatened by me aren't you? You're worried that I'll fuck him better than you ever could. Let's face it Bulma, you might be rich, and you might be spoiled, but I'm the one that all the boys want."
"Get out." Bulma growled.
"Fuck you! I'm not leaving!"
"GET OUT!"
"NO!"
Bulma walked calmly over to Cara and pulled her up by her hair, fingers' clasping the blonde locks tightly. Cara swung her left arm out hitting Bulma in the side while she slammed her heel onto the woman's foot. Crying out in pain, Bulma let the tresses go and jumped back. Cara advanced on her stopping an inch away. "You listen here. You told me that I could stay here, that you would have no problem with it, so I'm going to stay here. I don't care what the fuck you say."
"Cara, get out!" Bulma screamed again.
"No."
Bulma's right hand came flying up from her side hitting her former friend soundly on the cheek. Green eyes widened and then narrowed as she lifted her left hand and slapped Bulma. "Slut!" Cara shouted.
Blue eyes turned into dangerous slits as she took a step back and walked away. Unfortunately Cara decided to follow her, hands shoving themselves into Bulma's back every now and then. She tried to ignore it, she really did.
"You're fucking lucky you know that Bulma? You're fucking lucky that I don't lay you out right here and beat the shit out of you. You're a slut. Everyone was right about you, you know. It was your own damned fault you got yourself knocked up, and it was your fault that Matt died. Now you've got Vegeta on the hook and if you're not careful, he'll wind up like Matt did. Head over heels for you, while you don't give a rats-ass."
Bulma turned around quickly, right hand balled up into fast and swung it at Cara, hitting her square on the cheek. Instincts over-took her, and she crouched down slightly, hands raised in a fighting stance. "You fucking bitch. You hit me!" Cara swung out, taking Bulma by surprise and hit her in the corner of her left eye, bruising it almost instantly.
Pain shot through her face as she backed up, hand cupping the throbbing area. Then they pounced on each other, fingers tugging at hair and clothing, palms slapping and pounding. Mitch came running into the room to see Cara on top of Bulma holding her arms down with her knees, fists pounding away at the woman's face. Blood was everywhere.
She kicked her right leg up, knee knocking into Cara's back, throwing her forward. With a great heave of her upper body, she threw the woman off of her and rolled to the side, blood dribbling from her lip. She lunged at Cara, jumping on her back forcing her to fall over. Slender fingers grasped golden locks again and furiously bashed the other woman's face into the wooden floor. Cara cried out in pain as her nose broke, blood pooling from it onto the floor. Bulma jumped up and gave a swift kick to Cara's right side, and the girl rolled over onto her back, legs swinging over her head for an instant before she flipped herself onto her feet.
Chests were heaving and Mitch ran away out of the room. Cara reached into her back pocket and pulled out her switchblade. "Here kitty, kitty, kitty." She taunted, spitting blood onto the floor. "Skank. Slut. Whore."
Bulma let out a blood-chilling scream and picked up the closest thing she could reach, the coffee pot. She threw it at Cara, hitting her in the chest while hot coffee splashed up and onto the woman. She screamed loudly as the hot liquid seared her skin and she ran at Bulma, knife swinging out.
Feet came pounding from all over the place and Vegeta watched in horror as the blade sliced through Bulma's shirts, and into the tender flesh of her side. Bulma dropped to the ground and Cara started to kick her in the head, but only managed to land two before she was being pulled away by three men.
After that, he didn't care what happened to her as he ran to Bulma. He touched her head, wincing as blood tainted his fingers. "MITCH! CALL A DOCTOR!"