Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Butterfly ❯ Explaining or Avoiding ( Chapter 5 )

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Butterfly

I scrambled out of the car and, to my embarrassment, tripped over and flashed at Vegeta. My face was already rosy from all my drinking so he couldn't see me flushing furiously.

I got up calmly and brushed my dress off, before fishing into my bag for a key that might let me in the house. After hooking the Pikachu key ring onto my finger I unlocked the door. Okay, I lie. I attempted to unlock the door, but I just could not get the key in the door. Obviously the alcohol was starting to wear in, as to me, there were eight keyholes and I just could not get the right one. They kept dodging the key!

Eventually Vegeta got bored of my cursing the bloody door and came over to me. He grabbed the key out of my hand, and in the process revealed my beautiful slashes.

Now I was blushing.

I expected him to say something, or at least grunt. All he did was raise an eyebrow.

I was just about to stutter out an explanation but (thank Kami for well placed diversions) the door opened.

Vegeta followed me in and led me to the kitchen. I was at least a little confused by this action. He sat me down, collected a bowl of warm water, some cotton wool and a first aid kit. Ah! So he was going to clean my cuts. How… nice of him?

More like out of character!

He pulled up and chair in front of mine and slid my jacket sleeves up.

Dipping the first ball of cotton wool into the bowl of now anti-septic, he started to carefully and tenderly wash my gashes.

"Care to explain?" he asked. If this had come from anyone else, I probably would have stammered my way into a dead end and eventually just end up running off, but, being Vegeta, it was different.

"It's a long story."

"I have time."

"I fell," I said, "Ok, so maybe it wasn't that long of a story."

"Why don't you try again?" he suggested.

"I fucked a porcupine."

"Sure."

"I wrestle tigers."

"Uhuh."

"I fell asleep, and the clown got me."

"I don't think so."

I took a deep breath. I could either try going on with the next crazy explanation (I went to a Marilyn Manson concert and everyone was giving hugs) or I could try and explain.

Before I could answer he made a guess.

"You did them to yourself."

"Well done Captain Obvious."

He pinned up the bandage to stay comfortably round my arm and cleared up his mess.

"He turned and gave me a nod goodbye then let himself out. I heard his posh car drive away from the house.

"That was… uncomfortable," I said to the kitchen appliances.

They (strangely enough) did not reply.

I made my way up to my bedroom and lay down on my soft bed. Specks of my blood, long since turned brown littered the satin bed linen. I didn't mind though.

My head was throbbing by now, and the more I tried to get to sleep the more it avoided me. Then a thought came to me.

I slid off my bed and went to my bathroom cabinet. There were my trusty friends - sleeping pills. If nothing else worked, I could always hide from my angst in the world of sleep. Two pills and I was gone. The time they took to work there magic was just enough time for me to slip of the intentionally slutty, black dress and slip in between my smooth sheets.

I spent the rest of my weekend in bed, trying to recover from my shitty weekend.

I know it's very short so sorry.

Also, I do not own Pikachu.

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