Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Downfall ❯ Rage ( Chapter 2 )

Downfall

Chapter 2

That night ,at what the humans call "supper", the woman's father announces that he has very important business engagements in "The States" or some such, and that his wife is going along. The woman is somewhat upset by this. "...but Dad!! Why can't I come with you?! I know just as much as you do about the new prototype and..." Oh Kami, there she goes again with that incessant complaining and her ungodly loud voice. " Honey, you know we can't leave our...ahem... houseguest here all by himself and..." The old man trails off as he looks up at me with a sloppy smile. I smirk. He reeks of human fear.

I look over at the woman who is babbling something about "pretentious saiyan princes" and "food shortages" and decide that I can no longer bear the sound of her voice. I stand up and walk of the room to continue my training.

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Many hours and many newly destroyed bots later, I walk out of the Gravity Room after another intense training session. I chuckle evenly as I recall the way the woman's face had turned an unflattering shade of red when she discovered the bots I destroyed earlier today. My my, my, the woman could kick up a row when she wanted. I chuckle again as I walk into the house.

Grrrrrr. Confound this damn saiyan appetite. I glance at the digital clock on the wall. 1:53 AM Hmpf, I've been training for nearly 8 hours since my last meal. Clack, Clack. A sound comes from the food storage area (apparently called a "kitchen") and I walk slowly in to see the woman's head in the fridge as she rummages through it.

"Hungry are we, woman?" I ask crossing my arms and smirking at her as I lean on the doorway. "AHHH!" she screeches, jumping up and bumping her head on the top of the fridge.

What a silly woman. She stands up and gives me her most angered look she can manage while holding her forehead with her hand. I cock my eyebrow at her as I notice what she's wearing. A pair of red cotton shorts that shows off her shapely milk-colored legs and a black lacy garment that is obviously meant to hold her full, round breasts. Her aqua hair is pulled up into a knot on the top of her head and a few pieces have fallen down to frame her beautiful face.

Once again, those shocking blue eyes stare into mine like she can see right through me. Like she knows exactly what I'm thinking. Bah, she doesn't see a damn thing. I keep my face emotionless as always, as I was taught by my father, and I say to her "You should be more careful ,woman. Who's gonna cook all my meals while your parents are away if you are too busy hitting your precious little human head on fridges the whole time?"

" Fuck you Vegeta." she growls. Mmmm feisty. "And I would appreciate it if you didn't remind me about the fact that I have to spend the next three months alone with you. Starting tomorrow." WHAT?! Three months!!! alone with this....this...woman!! My eyes are wide as I walk briskly over to her and grab her arm. " What do you mean three months woman?" I spit at her, losing all control. I CANNOT be alone with the woman for that long... "Let go of me you jerk!" she screams, trying to yank her arm from my grip. " I said! LET G-" I let go of her just as she yanks again, sending her flying through the air. She falls flat on the floor and, slamming her head against the tiles.

Serves her right, the little bitch I say to myself. I expect her to get up and begin screaming at me again. But she doesn't. The woman just lays there on the floor with her eyes closed. What is she doing!? I walk over to her, planning to snatch the woman from the ground when I notice a small pool of blood around her head.

The breath is stolen from my lungs and my heart begins pounding in my ears. I've hurt her! Kami, I've hurt the woman! Without hesitating, I lean down and quickly and pick her up from the ground as gently as possible. Her blood drips down my arms as I run out of the house and through the yard. There's a reagan tank near the Gravity Room. "What have I done?" I pant. When I reach the reagan tank I frantically rip the clothes from her limp body and put her inside the healing blue liquid. I place a shaky hand on the reagan tank and I rest my forehead against the cold glass. My heart is racing and my mind is spinning around in circles trying to add together what just happened. But before I can reach a conclusion everything goes dark and I slip into a deep sleep.

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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I finally awaken to the sound of the reagan tank beeping in my ears. The woman must be healed. I stand up and walk over to the control panel of the tank. I put in the right calculations and soon enough, the beeping stops. A let out a breath of air, then look up into the tank. Kami, the woman is beautiful. Even with the breathing mask over her face. Her aqua hair is floating above her in the liquid and I have to step back a little as I sweep my eyes over her fully naked body. It's almost too much to take in.

I shake my head out of unnecessary thoughts. This is no time to thinking about such things. Soon, I have the woman out of the tank and I wrap her in one of the towels I have seen her place in a closet near the Gravity Room.

I pick her up in my arms and I fly her swiftly to her window on the second floor of the house. Her soft skin rubs against my arms as I lay her in her large bed and pull the covers over her. I shiver from the undeniable contact. Kami, how I would like to...I stop myself.

I look at the clock at her bedside table. 5:47 AM Her parents will be up soon. I force myself from the bed and into my own room. When I finally close my eyes for the night ( or rather morning) I find myself replaying the entire scene over and over in my head. I can't remember ever feeling so strongly about saving some ones life, much less actually feeling the need to. What made me do it? What made me save that annoying woman? I can't be around her anymore. She causes too many emotions and emotions are for weak men. I should have let her die there. I should have let her rot. What is wrong with me?! She already distracts me while I train..and it's even worse when I dream...stupid bitch.

I have to get out of here before that woman kills me.

With that, I get out of bed and fly out of my window not really knowing where im going, but with intentions of never seeing that blue haired woman again.

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