Plans, plans, and even more plans.
Warning: oral sex mentioned))
Hart was in the middle of her afternoon chores, keeping this impossibly large palace clean between making insanely huge meals to feed this disgusting fuck boy race. Currently she was cleaning one of the royal guards room. Apparently these brutes had no idea how to pick up clothes. She bent down to clear out the clothes from under the bed.
"Nice view." Hart stood up quickly and turned around to see the occupant of the room standing there. "Oh please, don't get up on my part." Hart resisted the urge to sneer at him and smiled instead.
"Forgive me sir, I'll get out of your way shortly." She placed the clothes in the basket she had ready. "This is playing out like a porno, and I'm the french maid... fuck."
"Tell me something woman, you've ever been with a man before?" He leaned against the door frame, leering at her. Hart chuckled softly and placed her hands on her hips, the pile of cloths next to her forgotten.
"Depends on what your looking for darlin," She smirked and continued seeing his confused expression. "I could pretend to be the virgin you've kidded yourself into thinking you deserve, or I could be the slut you know you want." He smiled at her.
"I think I'll go with the latter option then." He stepped forward as Hart knelt before him.
Hart entered the kitchen and started to rummage through the cabinets. Bulma raised an eye brow at her, something was up with her. Hart turned to Bulma holding a bottle of cooking wine. "Please tell me we still have that vodka that we got from earth a few days ago."
"Yeah but I hid it, trying to make it last till next shipment. Besides all we have left is the citrus." Bulma grabbed the hidden bottle out from under a stack of pans and handed it over to Hart. Hart had it open and in her mouth in a matter of seconds. She set the now half empty bottle on the counter and sighed wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Bulma frowned at her and crossed her arms. Hart set her head in her hands.
"What is it mom?" She asked sarcastically.
"Soul know you've been giving so much head?" Hart jerked up from her position and stared coldly at Bulma. Bulma tossed her head to the side. "Whore." Hart pushed passed her heading back toward the door.
"Takes one to know one." Hart hissed as she left. Just then Soul stumbled out of the slave barracks, rubbing her eyes. She sat on the floor, still dizzy from the comatose state that happens when she passes out.
"How ca-" She yawned and swayed with force of it. "Can I help?" Bulma shook her head and knelt in front of her.
"You need to go back to bed, you haven't been getting a lot of sleep staying up all night." Bulma gently set a hand on Soul's shoulder. Soul focused on her and smiled.
"I can work. Sissy can do it so can I!" Soul stood up and stumbled, Bulma caught her before she could fall.
"I wouldn't use her as a great example Soul." She sneered and looked away. Soul looked up at the angry older woman, worry and confusion written all over her face.
"You don't know Hart like I do." Soul stood up straighter. "She's not as brave or as tough as she acts..." Bulma watched Soul leave the kitchen, probably going to go find her sister. Bulma returned to cooking, Chi-chi who had watched the whole thing in thoughtful silence moved to help her friend.
From the other side of the kitchen, Anju hid a knife in her skirt and slipped back into the barracks, hiding the weapon under her pillow. She reentered the kitchen on the pretense of having made up Soul's bed for her. A eerie grin slowly spread across her face as she got back to work.
Elsewhere on the training field, Kakarot and his father Bardock where sparing, a bright gold surrounding the two. Bardock was in the middle of a melee of punches, all which Kakarot were trying to dodge. He seemed to be doing well until Bardock landed a combo that sent him flying across the training ground. He stood up slow, wiping blood away with the back of his fist.
"Again." He said panting string to keep his balance. Bardock shook his head.
"No we're done for today." Bardock let his golden glow fade, hair and eyes turning back to their natural black state. Karkarot shook his head.
"No I can take it, lets go again." He slid back into his fighting stance. Bardock shook his head
"Believe me I would until you turned super sayain or you died, but your mother would kill me, and like my life." Bardock stretched and left the training field. 'He's so close he just needs that emotional push.' Bardock looked back at his youngest son and sighed, hoping he would be able to find the emotional shove.