Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Broken Dreams ❯ Shattered Silence (Ch5) ( Chapter 6 )

Chapter 5: Shattered Silence

 

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ nor do I imply I own them. The only thing I own is my story and my characters. The others are brought in for comic relief and my own perverted pleasures. ;)

 

Warning: There's gonna be graphic sex, violence, and talk about rape and other random things. If this offends you deal or leave. Whatever you want to do. Oh and there just might be yaoi or yuri, dunno yet.

 

Notes: “talking”, `thinking'

 

Chapter 5: Shattered Silence

 

The next day dawned as bright and clear as any could wish. Except me of course. Barring the previous day I had never been one to like mornings. Normally I wasn't very sociable until I had at least had one cup of coffee. Preferably two. Then again I wasn't sociable at the best of times anyway.

 

I got up, took my shower, and found something to wear. I hoped that at some point I would be able to go shopping. Not that I had any money mind you, but I had a feeling that as generous as the people were someone would take care of it. I don't know why they bothered. It wasn't like I was family or anything. In fact after the other day some of them probably hated me. Not that I blamed them. I did harm one of their friends. Even if he is a womanizing asshole. Good thing the perverted pig and master Roshi hadn't done anything. Then all hell would have broken loose. I hated old men more than I hated young ones. Considering my past I figure that's probably understandable.

 

I wore the same jeans, but I had to find another top. The bear was just way too much. I rummaged in the closet until I finally found a small box in the back. It had obviously been shoved back there a long time ago. I found out why when I opened it. Inside was the coolest shirt I had ever seen. Cool for me, but for someone like Bulma, well, she would have hated it. It was a nice deep red, the same color as my bangs coincidentally, and while it did have a back it didn't have much of a front. There were two strips of cloth that crossed over my breasts from where they connected at the top with the back of the shirt, but the rest of the front was comprised of ties that crisscrossed my stomach to my waist. The whole effect covered the scars on my back, but let everyone have a good view of my assets.

 

The two strips of cloth did connect to the back on the sides of course and the ties went through loops on the sides as well. When pulled tight the whole effect was rather sexy and frankly fit me very well. Then I made another discovery. Under this box was two more and what lay inside completed the outfit. Someone must have given them to Bulma as a gag gift because I couldn't see anyone giving this to her with a serious face.

 

The pants were black leather and snug. Not too tight, but not too loose either which suited me just fine. The boots were high heeled and covered in buckles. The pants fit over them fine, but I knew when I went shopping I would have to get a dress to go with them. They were too perfect not to.

 

I checked myself in the mirror. I loved clothes like this. I know it wasn't a good idea usually, but I loved taunting and tormenting guys. After all I had been through in my life it was just one more way to get back at them by showing them what they could never have. It caused fights and a lot of disgruntled men, but it helped me a lot to be able to do things like this to them. Especially when their girlfriends saw them looking at me and promptly took it out on them. That was the sweetest revenge. Unfortunately that was also why I usually had to watch my back.

 

Something tickled the back of my mind. I smirked, “Like what you see?” I asked as I turned towards the door. He had come in so quietly that I hadn't heard him, but I did feel him. He smirked back and nodded. “Good cause you're gonna be seeing more of this type of style from now on. Once I get new clothes that is.”

 

He grunted, “Good. All those pastels that woman wears makes my eyes hurt. Come on it's time for breakfast.” He turned on his heel and walked out. I followed and was glad to see only a few people when we walked into the kitchen. There was Bulma of course who looked a little startled at what I wore. Bra sat beside her while Trunks and Goten sat opposite them. The boys both blushed an adorable shade of crimson when I walked in and Bra glared at me as they drooled. I think she had a crush on Goten.

 

When I walked in and took my place at one end of the table Bulma smiled and shook her head. “I never thought I'd ever see that outfit again. It definitely looks better on you than it did on me.” I looked at her oddly as Vegeta sat down.

 

“You actually wore this?” I asked skeptically. Little miss prim and proper Bulma could not have worn this getup.

 

She smiled, “Very briefly. One of my girlfriends gave that to me one Christmas as a joke. I wore it for all of ten minutes. She had dared me to try it on and once I did I saw that it definitely wasn't me. So I tossed it back in its box and shoved it in a closet. I wondered where it had gotten to. But don't worry you can have it. I was never gonna wear it anyhow.”

 

I nodded my thanks as she got up and started filling the breakfast table with dishes till it was groaning with the weight. Before I knew it I was getting a first hand account of how male Saiyans eat. Trust me you never want to see it up close and personal. While me and Bra did eat heartily of the food we still ate neatly. Bulma ate neatly as well, but didn't put away as much as we did. Soon the food was gone and I was happily full. My metabolism had always been fast but now that I was Saiyan it had nearly tripled and I had been very hungry.

 

Bulma sighed and started gathering plates. She didn't ask for any help, but within moments everything was in the dishwasher and ready to go. I'll give her credit she was definitely fast. When she sat down again she launched into a subject I wasn't entirely comfortable with and frankly if Vegeta hadn't been there I would have bolted. Everyone knows how famous Goku is with his fear of needles. Well, I'm worse. The mere mention of them stopped me in my tracks.

 

“Before we go out to get you clothes and stuff I'd like to take you to the lab and check you out now that you've had time to adjust to being out of the tank and everything. It won't take very long. I only have to take a couple of blood samples and check a few things, nothing serious.” She said this in an offhand manner but it didn't help.

 

I shook my head emphatically, “No not even. No way are you sticking anything sharp in my arm,” I said as I hugged my sides hiding my inner arms from her. She looked a little shocked.

 

“What are you afraid of? Needles?” Bra asked with a certain malice.

 

I glared at her. “Of course I hate needles ya twit. Why else would I say no? It's not like I get squeamish at the sight of blood or anything.”

 

She glared back, “Don't you dare call me such things. I'll have you know that my daddy…”

 

I didn't let her finish, “Is the prince of the Saiyans. I'm Saiyan remember. I know he's my Prince. And I know you're his daughter. His scent is all over you.” I turned to Bulma, “Let's just get this over with. I know the necessity of such things; just don't expect me to like it. On second thought Vegeta you might wanna come and hold me down so I don't flip or anything.” There was stunned silence as I stood up and stalked from the room. Vegeta followed soon after and I could hear Bulma talk to her daughter before she came out as well.

 

“I'm sorry about Bra. She's going through a tough time right now.”

 

I just shrugged, “Not my problem and it doesn't matter anyway. She can say what she wants I don't care. So where's the lab or whatever?”

 

She led the way and as we got closer I got progressively more nervous. Not that I showed it, outwardly anyway. Inside though my thoughts were chaotic and panicked. Vegeta took steps the moment we were in the room. He placed a hand on my shoulder as soon as I sat down and when Bulma's back was turned he placed a gentle kiss on the already healed mark on my neck. It was only visible if you knew what to look for. This had the desired effect of making me relax almost immediately. He still kept his hand on my shoulder and I looked away as she drew the blood. I hated it, but I let her do it. Then she gave me a brief check up as the blood ran through the machine.

 

She pronounced me fine and then went to look at the results. Those were fine as well. “It looks like you're in perfect health Angel. It also confirms that you are 100% Saiyan since I ran a DNA test on you as well.”

 

“Whatever,” I said with a shrug. Inwardly I was pleased at the verdict. I hadn't really wanted to be a half breed. Being fully Saiyan was so much better than half. She looked at me oddly for a moment before putting everything away and leading me out of the room. Vegeta stayed looking at something on the sheet that had my results.

 

Getting to the mall was easy, but the company left a little to be desired. Trunks and Goten had invited themselves along since they needed to get some things anyway. That was okay. The two goofballs were funny and helped to lighten things up. What wasn't funny was the fact that since Goten was going Bra was as well. She did not want to let him out of her sight while I was around. Not that I cared one whit for him. He was amusing, but not my type. Actually I didn't really know my type, but I did know it wasn't him.

 

At the mall I must have scared Bulma at least some, but she never once showed it. I'll give her the credit she's due. She put up with so many things those few hours. I took her into all manner of shops that catered to the outcasts of the world. Shops that sold things with spikes and a lot of leather. Clothes that any Goth or Skater would have been proud to wear. At the end the boys were loaded down with things and even we girls had bags. Not many but we carried a few. Even Bra had gotten a few things. Our last stop was an ice cream shop. Bulma said it was tradition for her and whoever she was with to get ice cream when they were done shopping as a treat or reward.

 

I wasn't about to argue. Ice cream is one of my weaknesses. Especially Moose tracks and to my complete and utter surprise and delight this world had it. It was the first time any of them had seen me happy, well, happier. Bulma laughed as I bounced at the counter waiting for my treat. The guys watched bemused and a trifle scared as I hopped over to our booth and started happily eating my ice cream. Bra just sniffed disdainfully as she ate her sundae and I digged into mine. I savored the taste. It had been a long time since I'd been able to splurge on ice cream.

 

I was blissfully unaware, to them at least, of my surroundings. Little did they know that even in this rare moment of happiness I was still watching everything that went on around me. So I was the first to see him walk past the window of the shop and pause with scowl on his handsome face. I inwardly smirked at the bandage around his neck. Served the bastard right for touching me. He kept walking and soon we were off to the house.

 

Dinner was the same as breakfast and soon after Vegeta disappeared to train in the gravity chamber. I happily put my clothes and other sundries away in my room. We hadn't just bought clothes. Bulma had gotten me just about everything I needed and some things I didn't. I had wanted them of course, but I didn't need them. She hadn't cared though. She had gotten them anyway. So as I put things away I listened to some CD's I had picked up on the new stereo she had given me. It was cool and almost brand new. It had been in the room and Bulma had told me I could have it. The only reason she didn't use it now is because the color clashed with her room.

 

Then again I think pastels clash with everything. So since the stereo was black it really would have stood out in a room like hers. Either way it was mine and currently it was playing some really kickass rock. I had been ecstatic to find that some of my favorite bands existed in this world. As I put things away I contemplated things. This was actually the first time I had felt even remotely happy in a long while. It wasn't new to me, but I wasn't used to it.

 

It was nearing midnight when I cut off the stereo and sat down on the window seat in the window that was right beside my bed. There was the one that I had seen the sunrise through with a balcony, but since I was on the corner I had another window as well. This one looked out over the trees of the forest. I could see out of both as I sat there and watched the stars. I had always loved to watch the stars. Sometimes I would sit on the roof of my apartment building and just stare at the sky all night long.

 

It was so peaceful. The silence was really soothing to my soul. I loved the silence.

 

All too soon that silence was shattered by a shout. I wasn't very close to the main living room, but I had found that my hearing had improved quite a bit since I had woken up. I jumped to my feet and raced down the hallway as the shouting increased in anger and volume. Halfway down I could hear perfectly what was going on.

 

“What do you mean she's staying here?!” That was Yamcha yelling. The voice pitched below his was Bulma's. I couldn't understand her words yet, but I knew what she was probably doing. She was probably defending me against him. In a few seconds I knew I was right.

 

“How can you let her stay here after what she did to me?!”

 

“Yamcha she only scratched you. You scared her when you did that. Didn't you see how she was acting? She doesn't like to be touched. Couldn't you tell?!”

 

“I don't care! I had to have stitches because of those claws of hers! She could have killed me!”

 

“But she didn't Yamcha. Leave her alone alright. She didn't mean anything by it.”

 

“Bulma she's dangerous! Just because she didn't go any further doesn't mean she won't in the future! I forbid you to let her stay here!”

 

Now Bulma was yelling, “How dare you say such things! This is my house and you don't have any say about who lives here and who doesn't! And if you don't like it you can very well leave!”

 

There was a crack of flesh hitting flesh and I vaulted the railing at the top of the stairs in time to catch his hand before it fell again. He grunted at my iron grip and winced when I started to squeeze the wrist I held. “You dare lay a hand on her again and I will personally make sure that this time you come away with more than just stitches,” I growled. I threw him against the wall as Vegeta and Trunks came barreling in with Bra not a second behind them. Yamcha lunged at me again and I shoved him away as Trunks and Bra helped their mother up from where she lay.

 

I caught him at his throat on the next lunge and held him in the air, his toes barely touching the floor. “It's not nice to hit a lady Yamcha and the next time you hit her I'll break every bone in your body. You got me?” I asked in a dangerous voice bringing him down eye to eye. He nodded frantically before I dropped him. He scrambled up and towards the door.

 

“This isn't the end bitch,” he snarled before stalking out. I glared at the door before turning back to Bulma.

 

“You okay?” I asked quietly.

 

“Yeah I just can't believe he did that.”

 

Bra looked at her mother and sighed, “I can't really either, but it doesn't surprise me. You know how he is when things don't go his way.”

 

Bulma shook her head tears shining in her eyes, “I know, but I thought I could reason with him.”

 

“It was a good try but it never would have happened,” I said quietly.

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“I've dealt with men like him before. Too many times in fact. They're all alike. When things don't go their way they get pissy, but when they don't like someone they see it as betrayal when someone they know becomes friends with that person. He saw us today in the mall so to him I was a threat. He hates me. I hurt him and injured his pride so now he hates me. I have intruded on his circle of friends so he hates me even more. I am the enemy and now that I've protected you I am doubly a threat.”

 

“Why?” she asked in a whisper.

 

It was Vegeta who spoke, “Because now he knows that he can't pressure you into anything and he knows he's more than likely lost his place among his friends. Even though most will shrug off what he did as a fit of passion he thinks that they will hate him because of her. He thinks she will poison their ears against him”

 

“Oh dear I'm so sorry.”

 

I sighed, “Don't worry Bulma. I'm used to it by now. Goodnight.” I made my way up the stairs and back to my room closing out their voices and the things they said. I didn't need to hear the sympathy in their voices. I didn't need to hear anything. I just wanted to be alone.