Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Breathe Today, Tomorrow Unknown ❯ Just Saiyan ( Chapter 3 )

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

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"Oh my God, Caffeine!" I spoke when Goku handed me a cup of tea, immediately taking a sip of it. Taking the mug from my face, I looked at the device I was holding. Noticing words on it, I frowned: "Planet Vegeta, where no one is weak. Just Saiyan". The poorly executed pun made me hate my life even more. First they were kidnapping, planet enslaving, murderers, and now they were comedians. I shook my head in disgust. Why were they so incredibly annoying? Rolling my eyes, I took another sip from the terrible mug. My disgusted look didn't last long when the caffeine started to kick in; I relaxed more in my chair.

"You're welcome." I took my eyes from the mug to look at the Saiyan in front of me. A smirk was placed on his face as he watched me in what only seemed like utter amusement.

"Oh, sorry. Yes, thank you. I really do appreciate this." I held the mug with both hands, feeling the warmth of the liquid inside warming the ceramic surface.

"Yeah, yeah." He took a seat in front of me. "Look at that, you're the center of attention again on this fine Monday morning." He darted his eyes left and right, signaling that others were watching.

Turning my head in both directions to see everyone, I focused my eyes back on Goku. "So it appears I am. I've been here for almost 15 years, you'd think they'd get used to it."

In the palace lunch room, it was policy that slaves weren't allowed certain items. Tea being one of them. Even I, Prince Vegeta's number one slave, couldn't get ahold of it. Luckily, Goku would go in line and get me some. When others would watch him give his beverage to me, they'd all give nasty stares, but they couldn't so anything, since I was in fact Prince Vegeta's number one slave. To this day, I think that rule is stupid. I mean, I don't expect special treatment, but if I am able to drink it without anyone stopping me, then why can't I just go get it? It would be so much easier if I could just go and get some tea instead of asking Goku to do it for me each time. Plus, I could choose a different mug and not something so ridiculous.

"We're pretty set in our ways." He folded his arms across his chest, his dark eyes still focused on my light ones.

"Then how come you're not disgusted by the fact that a 'mere, human slave like me' is drinking your fine Saiyan brewed tea?" I set the mug down, mimicking his posture.

"I'm used to you because I am around you all the time," He leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table, eyes still on me. "Others are not as unfortunate as me."

Placing my elbows on the table as well, I made sure my blue eyes didn't break the contact. "So, does that make your fellow Prince disgusting too since he does worse than let a human drink tea?"

"The Prince may do as he wishes." His eyes narrowed a bit.

"So, if you weren't around me all the time, you'd find my tea-drinking behavior disgusting like the others?" I narrowed my eyes as well, but raised him a brow.

"Nope." He leaned back casually in his chair.

"And why is that?" I did the same.

"Because I couldn't care less." He leaned forward, grabbing the mug from my side of the table. Bringing it to his lips, he took a sip before placing it on his side.

I smirked, a challenge it was. Not wanting to break my mimicking character, I leaned over and grabbed the mug. Turning it so the side he drank out of was facing me, I drank from the same place he did.

"Seems you couldn't." Hearing mumbles come from all around us, we both smirked at the same time. If anything, Goku made this place fun sometimes.

"Well, that was disgusting." A voice spoke from behind me, forcing me to lose the copy game that was going on to view the man behind me. The voice wasn't familiar, making me curious. When I was completely turned around, I saw a Saiyan standing a few feet from me, staring at Goku.

"I was only making sure it wasn't poisoned. Wouldn't want Vegeta's property to die, you know how he gets." I could hear the sarcasm in his voice.

I quickly glared at him for saying that I was Prince Vegeta's property.

"I'm so sure. It's not like we couldn't find him another human to serve him if she did." The man spoke as he darted his eyes towards me.

Refocusing my glare on the man, I could feel my expression harden. Clenching my teeth, I had to make sure I didn't say anything horrible to him. I couldn't afford to make a mistake.

A devious smirk formed on the man's face before he returned his eyes back to Goku. "The ships have landed, our troops are home." He folded his arms across his chest.

I think that was a Saiyan's signature stance. Folded arms across the chest.

"We're celebrating tonight at the Grand Room. Ma-" I interrupted him.

"Grand Room, really?" I picked up the mug to point at it, "You can put puns on mugs but you can't think of a better name than 'Grand Room' for a fancy room? I mean C'mon." I wanted to say more horrible things, but held back. I knew I wouldn't be punished for making fun of a room's name. Even though Vegeta and I were never around each other, I knew him well enough to know he'd be pissed if one of his 'belongings' was punished for something so stupid.

He shot his hand up in the air to silence me. Even though he didn't make contact with me, I could feel the air ripple towards my face from the force of his hand motioning upward. If I wasn't used to Vegeta's deathly glare, I might have been scared of this man. A part of me wanted to do the same motion that he did, but I knew I had to refrain from doing so since that could get me punished.

"Make sure you're there." His tone became harsh as he spoke to Goku. Making that his last statement, I watched as he walked away. You could tell in his posture that he was angered.

"What an ass." I repositioned myself in my chair as I did the typical Saiyan stance, folding my arms across my chest.

"You better watch it Bulma. If you talk to the wrong person, you're going to get hurt." I was surprised when his tone wasn't harsh or condiscending.

"And when that day comes, I'll learn my lesson. But for now, he's an ass." I grabbed the germ-filled mug and brought it to my mouth once more, letting the liquid inside calm me down.

"Do you have anything to wear?"

Taking a hard swallow, I cocked my head to the side as I gave Goku the most ridiculous expression I could. "Really? Oh yes, in my Grand Room of diamonds, gold, silver, and pearls, I have many silk dresses laying about. I'll just go on in and pick one out while my personal stylist tailors it to my liking."

"You have dresses in your closet not tailored to you liking? What's the point in that?"

"You're the worst kind of person."

"So, I take it you don't have something to wear."

"You're the worst kind of person." I repeated myself, saying it a bit slower than before while keeping pauses between each word.

"That can easily be fixed." My disgusted attitude didn't hinder his tone.

"Are you going to make me one, oh fairy Godmother?" I remembered the story Cinderella from when I was younger, so I knew what a fairy Godmother was.

"What?" His body jolted back at the foreign phrase. Saiyans would never make up something that ridiculous. "Never mind. Your dress will be taken care of, I'll make sure of it."

"Alright, I guess I'll trust whoever's judgment on dress picking." I knew I wasn't going to be able to pick my own dress, so I just expected the worst so when the dress arrived, I wouldn't be as disappointed since I was already doubtful in the beginning.

"Done. Now lets get you back to your room. I have much to do now, thanks to this event."

"Does that mean the war is over?" I played with the empty mug in my hands as I fixated my eyes on the object, watching it go back and forth.

"It was never a war, we were just conquering another planet, yet again." I looked up to see his posture become confident as his pride began to shine through his being.

"Ah, I am not brushed up on my Saiyan current events." I continued to play with the mug.

"It appears you are not."

"Well, take me back to my room. I'll go bang my head against a wall while I wait, or something." I made my voice sound sarcastically thrilled about the upcoming evening.

"Unclench, it'll be over with before you know it. Now lets go." Taking the mug from my hands, he began to walk away, setting the mug on a counter before turning around to look at me. I sighed before getting up to follow him. I always had to keep reminding myself that Goku is a Saiyan, not a friend.

As we walked through the halls to drop me off back to my room, I began to dread the event. The last thing I wanted was to be in a room full of egotistical Saiyans to celebrate the victory of conquering another planet. I had never been to one of these events before, so I could only imagine the amount of eye rolling I'd be doing along with a nice appalled look that I'd be complimenting the eye roll with.

My beautiful thoughts were interrupted as we neared my room door. "Oh look, my Grand Room." I mocked the stranger from the cafeteria. Goku said nothing as he reached his hand up to open the black box to enter my doors code. "8-2-7-4-2-1-1-9-2-6" I spoke aloud.

Cocking his head to look at me, Goku looked confused at my knowledge of the code.

"What? I've been here almost 15 years and you haven't changed the code. If you didn't want me to know, you guys should have taken away the different 'beeps' that the keys make when you hit them." I waited for him to press the keys.

He began to punch the numbers in in a less guarded stance than before. "So you figured out that it's a different code to get out from you room."

"Yep, sure did." I started to remember the time I figured out the code. For months I had been memorizing each sound the button had made when Goku would punch it in, later using it on the pad that I had to use to get into Vegeta's room to clean it. It took a long while, but I was elated when I had figured out the code. My bliss was short lived when I found out that that specific code was only used in getting in my room, not out of it.

"I bet that was disappointing." He opened the door as I walked in.

"It was, but oh well. Go get me that super fabulous dress you have hiding up your sleeve." This time, he flashed me a smile with teeth, closing the door in the process. I was alone once more.

With a heavy sigh I let my forehead hit the door. It was nice to feel the cold metal against my skin. Slumping my body, I took all feeling out of my arms and let them hang there. I didn't want to go to the welcoming of the soldiers. I didn't want to do a lot of things, but each time I just had to take in a deep breath, suck it up, and get it over with. I wouldn't grin and bear it, though. There would be no smiling at such an event, not even a fake one. If I had to suffer, then they did to. I'd let everyone and their mothers know how displeased I was with being there.

I could feel my arms start to go numb, pressing them against the metal door, I pushed myself up, groaning the entire time. With heavy feet, I began to drag myself towards the door-less bathroom; I didn't need a door since there was no one else living in here except for me. Turning on the lights, I made my way over to the mirror.

I looked tired.

Looking down from my mirror, I remembered having drawers full of makeup, electronic devices for your hair, hair ties, lotions, and all sorts of things I never really cared about. Opening the drawer, I found a hair straightener. Turning it on, I set it aside while it heated up. "I'm really doing this." I spoke aloud as I grabbed eye liner. The only reason I knew what this stuff was even called was because of a human girl I had met when I was around 14. She had been recently enslaved, so when she was 'allowed' in my room, she went through all the stuff I had never touched that the previous tenant of the room had left when she was executed, and told me what each item was and how to use it. She tried it all on, tried it on me, and so many more horrible things. Whore-ible things...

She was a preppy, annoying little thing. Vegeta obviously thought I was lonely and needed some company. It couldn't possibly have been from me making him mad about trying to escape that he did this to me, after already beating me senseless. Nope. Not at all. Doesn't even sound like him. He's a saint. He's obviously known for only doing lovely things for people. Such an angel.

My eyes did a half roll as I remembered the girl. But I guess it helped me out in the long run, at least I know how to use this stuff. Kind of.

I began to layer my hair, tying it with the hair ties that I had found in the drawer, so I could straighten it. "Alright, here we go." I began to straighten my hair, one swipe of the electronic object at a time. I straightened, separated and untied repeatedly until each lock was straight as can be. I couldn't take my eyes off of myself. Never in my life had I seen my hair this way. It usually had some sort of wave to it, but now it was pin straight. I felt vain for the first time in my life. I actually felt attractive, just that small change seemed to make my face glow. I could see why the annoying girl had loved this so. I mean, I could live without it and wasn't about to start doing this every damn day, but this occasional feeling was lovely.

Taking the black eye liner off of the table, I began to line my top eyelid. It was hard to keep my eyes open, but I managed. When I finished doing both tops of my eyelids, I noticed that a bit got on the bottom whenever I started to blink. It looked good enough, so I didn't dare to try to put it on the bottom. My eyes had watered enough from trying to get it on the top.

Looking at myself again in the mirror, I found myself to look completely different. It was crazy that I could look and feel this way. I was happy, it was new.

As if on cue, right when I finished, I heard a knock on my door. Making my way to the door, I opened it, knowing it was Goku.

"That's beautiful!" My eyes fixated on the dress the Saiyan man was holding when I opened the door. Taking it in my hands, I couldn't help but keep my jaw opened a tad. I had never held something so beautiful that was for me in my life.

"You look different."

"Oh." from the way he said it, I was starting to think that I looked terrible. My mood lowered.

"Bulma, it's a good different." Goku didn't often use my name, so I knew he was sincere. I smiled in return.

"Thanks." :)

"I'll let you finished getting ready, even though it isn't for a couple of hours." Goku ushered me back into the room before closing the door once more.

Doing a happy girl dance, for the first time, I ran happily to the bathroom to try on the dress. Throwing off all of my clothes when I got in, I slipped into the dress with ease. It fit perfectly.

I was beautiful.

The dress was almost the same shade of blue that my hair was, surprisingly not being considered 'too much'. It was probably the slight design of lavender sequins that let me get away with so much of one color in one outfit. The top of the dress was strapless, dipping down a bit in the middle, giving the sweetheart neckline. The material of the dress pulled one way, giving it a nice flow. Once it got to the hips, the motion of the dress stopped, flaring out a bit in a poof that draped almost to the floor. It was elegant. I began to wonder if everyone was going to dress this way, or if I was going to be that one jackass who dressed up. Smiling at myself in the mirror, I realized I didn't care if I was overdressed. I felt good and I looked good. Nothing else mattered.

"Ah, crap." I shook my head when I remembered that I wasn't going to smile at the event. Looks like that plan fell through because I knew there was no way I was going to frown when I looked this great.

Leaving the bathroom, still in the dress, I walked to my bed, laying down on it. "I'd take a nap if I didn't have caffeine." I muttered under my breath as I just laid there. Now, I just had to wait.

A/N: I know, not the most eventful of all chapters, but I promise the next one will be entertaining! Also, I wrote this chapter with no proof reading, so if it sounds off, I do apologize. Please comment/review, all criticism is welcome be it good or bad.