Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Breathe Today, Tomorrow Unknown ❯ I Hate Mondays ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

"Shhhhh." I spoke to my alarm as it began to go off. Lifting up my hand to mess with the buttons on the clock, I became relieved when it finally stopped making noise. Getting up, I sat on the edge of my bed for a moment before slowly making my way over to my window, opening the curtains to illuminate my room.

I wake up at 7am each morning to start my day. It's become the usual for me. Whenever I get to sleep in, I find myself waking up only a mere hour later on my own. It doesn't bother me, really. If anything, I am happy to wake up at this time because I get to watch the sun rise on Planet Vegeta. It's unlike anything I have ever seen. On Earth, the sun illuminated a blue sky, but here, a blood red sun illuminates an orange sky. I've grown quite used to it. Whenever I think about a sky on Earth, I begin to think that a blue sky is silly. I've practically grown up here, so Planet Vegeta's orange sky is normal.

Whatever color, though, a sunrise is a sunrise. I stand at the window and watch as everything begins to shine, casting the first shadows of the day. It's amazing to see the light begin to brighten even this dark planet. Each morning as I watch it rise, a part of me feels at peace.

Taking in a deep breath, I feel alive.

"Five. Four. Three. Two. One." I say under my breath. When I finished counting down, on cue, I heard a knocking come from my door. It was part of my usual morning routine. Walking towards the door, I place my hand on the golden knob before twisting it open. "Good morning, Goku."

A tall man with spiky black hair stood in front of me. He wore his armoured attire: black spandex with brown, almond shaped shoulder guards. All soldiers wore the same thing, whether they were a Saiyan or of another race. I had never seen a human wear this attire before, though. Probably because humans were weak compared to all of the other races that I had seen. Low man on the totem pole we humans were. It was weird that the fact didn't bother me anymore. When I was younger, I was positive that the 'human spirit' made us strong. If anything, it just crippled us more. I felt brainwashed by thinking this, but it was my thought process now. And, the fact that I had been burned by so many humans in my days here. Humans, in my opinion were gross and selfish. If I didn't live a life of slavery, I don't think I'd want to go back to Earth. But since I did, Earth was a place for me to go. It was the only other place that I knew of. Maybe there, they wouldn't all be like this. I keep my hopes up that they are different on their own planet instead of the petty characteristics I have seen them have on Planet Vegeta.

"Good morning, Bulma." the Saiyan spoke as he entered my room at my invite. He always walked to the same spot in my room before he spoke any further. Closing the door, I turned around and watched him go to his spot, counting the steps until he'd make it and speak to me. Any moment now.

"So," Goku had made it to his spot next to the window before turning around to face me. Ah, morning routines. "I've been informed that your agenda for the day is just your usual rounds."

"Which means I get to clean Prince Vegeta's room today. How glorious." The sarcasm in my voice was always apparent, and even if not, Goku knew me enough to know it was there. "I hate Mondays."

"You clean his room everyday. Why is it just this day you hate?" He folded his arms across his chest.

"Don't get me wrong, I hate those days as well." walking over to my bed, I sat down, "But Sunday is the only day Prince Vegeta really has off. So, he makes Sundays his 'new woman' days. So last night Vegeta purchased a human girl, scared the shit out of her, had his way with her, spent the night with her, woke up with her, left her, and now I have to be the first person she sees. She'll see that I am human, beg me to set her free or fist fight me. I don't know. I just really hate Mondays." Rolling my eyes, I let myself fall back against the bed from my sitting position to look at the ceiling in pure hatred.

"So how is a Monday morning worse than a Tuesday morning?" I could hear the curiosity in his voice. He probably thought I was crazy. I mean, I am a little bit, but he never had to deal with the petty stuff that I had to, so he wouldn't understand.

Lifting my body up by my forearms, I brought my head up to look at him before replying. "Because somehow by Tuesday, they have already accepted their fate here. They are always a lot less crazy on Tuesdays."

A smile formed on my face as Goku laughed. I enjoyed my talks with him, he was the only person that I really spoke to. If not for the whole slavery thing, I think we could actually be friends.

"Well, if a fight does break out, you know I'll stop it." His voice was confident.

"I know. But this time can you stop it before she slices my arm with glass?" Pointing to my left bicep, I trailed my finger along a scar that went across my skin. "I don't know how she broke that damn window without anyone hearing it, but man did that suck."

"She was a sly one." His reply seemed less confident as I felt his eyes on my skin.

"She sure was. Sneaky little wench." I laughed, taking my eyes off of my scar to look at him with a smirk. When he smirked back, my heart left my throat and went back to its original place. Even though Goku and I got along fine, I still tried to not cross a certain line that would get me beat. I know he wouldn't hesitate to do so. "Anyway, I need to get ready. I'll be out there in about 5 minutes."

Taking the hint, Goku left at my dismissal. When I heard the 'click' of the door latching, I stood up and walked across the room to my closet. Opening the door, it didn't take me long to find black slacks and a black, long sleeved shirt. I dressed comfortably, there was no need for me to look fancy. Taking a hairtie off of my wrist, I quickly put my hair up in a high ponytail, feeling my long locks drape over my shoulder. As I looked in the mirror, I could tell it was time for a hair cut. My hair was in a high ponytail and it still passed my shoulders. Shrugging, I left my closet to make my way back to my room's exit. Knocking on the door, I awaited Goku to answer.

I didn't find it unusual that I had to knock in order to be let out of my room. Since I always tried to escape when I was younger, I pretty much screwed myself over. If I wanted to be let out, I had to knock. Only Goku and Vegeta knew the combination code to the pin pad that locked my door. Only one of them could let me in and out. Each morning,however, Goku would unlock my door and knock himself, letting me feel like I had the option of letting him in. It made me feel like I had a choice instead of it being a forced sure thing.

When the door opened, I gave Goku the smile that I always gave him before following him to Vegeta's quarters. Breathing in deep, I couldn't wait for it to be done and over with. I hated having to see a young girl panic and ask me for answers, knowing that I couldn't do anything for her. I grew up here, so I know how this all works; the new girl, though, lived a completely free life until a week prior to her being here in slavery. She didn't know what was going on and just wanted answers. I had them, but I could never enlighten her. When Vegeta first became interested in human concubines, he strictly told me that I am not to interact with them. So, I never have.

I couldn't wait for Tuesday to come, where they'd just glare at me, call me names, or possibly just throw something at me. Anything was better than having to hear someone plead for my help. Plus, if they harmed me in any way, I knew they wouldn't be alive much longer. As horrible as it was to think that way, no concubine of Vegeta's made it passed a week, so I never took anything they every did or said to me to heart.

"What's in the kitchen today?" I broke the silence as we walked. "I'm going to need some caffeine after I am finished." I was exhausted just thinking about it.

"What's not in the kitchen." He laughed as he replied to my question.

"You know Goku, I never know. If you have been there before me, then I really have to ask what's left. You eat just about everything when you go there." I laughed as well. I had never met anyone who had the stomach that Goku had.

"That is true. I haven't been there yet, so you should have some options." Right when he finished his sentence, he stopped. We were at Vegeta's room. Looking up at Goku, I gave him a disgusted look as I hunched over a bit. "It wont be that bad." his reply to my posture change only made me turn my eyes into a glare at him.

"Just be ready to break up a fight if one just happens to happen." I spoke as I entered the door he had just unlocked.

The door didn't immediately go into Vegeta's room. Instead, there was a short hallway filled with Royal Saiyan pictures before stopping at the door that actually lead into his bedroom. Using a pin pad to unlock that door, I took in a deep breath before I locked the code in. I could hear the 'click' of the door lock unlatching echo through the short hallway.

When I entered the room, I could hear someone trying to hide. Even my human ears could hear their heavy breathing. Turning on the light, my eyes didn't flinch at the newly lit room.

Closing the door behind me, I began to do my duties. My first job was to scan the room and see what had to be done. My jaw opened a tad as I looked at the room that seemed to have been struck by a tornado. Knowing that I had to make it all pretty again, I knew it was going to take me a lot longer than it usually did. Taking my index finger and thumb, I began to squeeze the bridge of my nose before heavily sighing.

There were two kinds of women that Vegeta brought to his room; the kind that did nothing too bad to the room on their first night, and the kind that tried to use everything as a weapon their first night. I didn't blame them, but it was a mess to clean up.

Knowing that it would be easier to start from one end of the room and make my way over, I decided to go to the more destroyed part. Plus, I didn't hear any heavy breathing on this side of the room, meaning the girl had to be hiding on the other side.

Grabbing a trashcan, I began to pick up shards of glass from a vase that had been shattered on the floor, throwing it into the bin. When I had all of the big pieces thrown away, I couldn't help but feel that the girl might be holding a piece of her own. I was now guarded more than before. Heading over to the closet, I grabbed a broom and dustpan so I could sweep up the remaining bits of the vase. I stopped when I heard a voice call out to me.

"Who are you?!" I could hear the desperation in her voice as she spoke to me. I usually never turned around to acknowledge them, but the fact that she could be pointing a shard of glass at me made me want to make sure I was alright. As I faced her, I could see her expression change. She was probably relieved that I was not a Saiyan. "Oh thank God! You have to help me." I stood silently as I watch her unweilding hands start to tremble. "I've been kidnapped. You have to help me get back home. Please!" I could see her tear stained cheeks as she began to cry once more. "Why aren't you saying anything? Please, you have to help me. I don't belong here. They're doing things to me." I remained a stone face as her voice got even more desperate and started to crack. "What's wrong with you? Can't you see I've just been raped?! Please, do something!" I felt her eyes burn into my skin as I stayed emotionless. Her legs fell from beneath her as she sobbed on her knees. "Why wont anyone help me. I just want to go home." Her cries were loud as I turned my back to her and continued my robotic motions of cleaning the room.

I kept an eye on her as I did my chores in the room. She never moved an inch, she just cried in the spot that she had fallen to. As I began to clean around her, I could hear her mumbling something under her breath. I only assumed it was something aimed at me, though I didn't hear anything for sure. I debated cleaning the tears on the floor in front of her, but not wanting to be rude, I knew I could clean that spot tomorrow. Tomorrow was Tuesday, she would be fine by then.

Walking over to the door, I opened black box that revealed a pin pad. Making sure she wasn't looking, I typed in the 10 digit code. Again, the door unlatched. Opening it up and closing it behind me, I could still hear the girl sobbing behind the doors. I was immune to feeling any sort of remorse for them. I knew that once I walked out the door that Goku stood at, that I would forget about the whole thing and not think of the girl until I'd have to encounter her the next morning. As I approached the door that lead back into the hallways, I knocked and waited for Goku to open it.

"How'd it go?" he spoke as he opened the door for me. His face looked curious.

"Fine. I'm starved, lets go get something to eat."