Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love Transcending ❯ There Is No Respect ( Chapter 12 )

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Chapter 12 - There Is No Respect
Bulma lay on her bed, gazing at the metal dirty ceiling. She tried to think of all the things she was thankful for. It was an exercise she did every day, to stop herself giving up hope, and today she found it was the hardest of all. She felt so used by life, and used up as a person. She had no idea where in the universe she was, if her friends were still alive, if her planet still existed, no idea if she would ever return, or survive until tomorrow. Her future seemed hopeless. She sat up and walked to the desk, covered in notes and bits of helf finished contraptions, she started to make a list she really didn't want to be making so young: Things to do before I die. She sat and thought, before she crossed it out and wrote: Realistic things I could do before I die.
Her scouter suddenly bleeped at her, so she picked it up and settled it on her ear, and held her breath to listen to the message.
“Report to Fureiza. Now!” the voice rasped, sounding bored. Bulma looked down and smoothed her clothes. As a confident new lease of decisiveness washed over her, she decided to ask for new clothes. She kicked off her shoes, which smelt and were worn down anyway, and walked along the corridor, barely feeling the gravity.
The room in which Fureiza sat, by the large window, was filled with a long line of people. Bulma reconised most of them, and they ignored her. A new sensation on the ship, for her the find most of them familiar, and not be filled with dread. She almost felt safe with Fureiza, at least from the others. She noticed Vegeta stood scowling between Raditzu and Moul, a Haec-jin.
She stood at the back of the line, straining to hear Fureiza. He seemed to be congratulating some, and killing others for their bad fighting or betrayal. Bulma hoped he would be satisfied with her, or her calling here was a mistake. She drifted off thinking about her adventures with her friends before, and didn't realise it was her turn untilshe realised it had gone quiet. She looked around and saw Fureiza staring at her, and all the others in the room just looking at her. It looked almost comical, but she fought the urge to laugh.
“Well?” Zarbon said menacingly, and she remembered and bowed and greeted the lizard as her Lord.
“You, Bulma, went beyond the duty of a Inventor and helped, you helped out in such a compassionate way, which is a way we are unaccostumed to, which on one hand makes me shudder, but on the other makes me almost glad that you are here.”
Bulma smiled, that sounded almost like a well done. She was pleased with herself. She shot a look at Vegeta carefully, so Dodoria wouldn't follow her gaze, he was staring at her with a small smirk on his face, she felt his confidence give her strength.
“Well, thank you, Fureiza, sire. I have to ask you of something” she said, trying to make her voice firm.
He looked at her, boredom and impatient clearly etched on his face. He did find her amusing, but he had little time for her whims.
“I really need more supplies, for me to be the best servant for you. I need equipment. And clothes.” She said quickly and braced herself for his response.
“Whatever. We are landing soon, on Fureiza 29. It will have at least something as tasteless to satisfy you. Now shut up.” He snapped before leaving the room, with Zarbon and Dodoria in tow. Some of the warriors left, some gave her pitiful looks, some gave her awed looks, some ignored her. She wandered over to the glass window and looked out at the abyss. It was the first time she had properly looked at it, and she realised it was beautiful.
“You scum” a voice said by her ear, and another laughed. She turned to see Nappa grinning at her, and Vegeta laughing behind him.
“I'm scum am I?” she asked, making her voice sould monotone and bored.
“Worst of the worst. So common I scrape more interesting things off my shoes.”
“Then you should look down before you stand, then your boots wouldn't get so covered in scum. Honestly, baka” she turned back to the window.
Nappa frowned, and Vegeta snorted with what sounded to Nappa; rage and what sounded to Bulma; mirth.
“You think Fureiza would truly care if I killed you now?” he spat at her.
“Of course not, he doesn't care if I live or die. Or you for that matter” she shrugged, pressing her nose against the window, leaving a condensation patch.
Nappa put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed hard, Bulma felt searing pain and let out a small wimper, audible only to Nappa and Vegeta.
“Cry out and I kill you. Listen to me onna, you annoy me. Tell me, what is with the Saiya-jin bracelet, what became of Kakarotto?” he whispered.
Bulma cast a look at Vegeta, who stood emotionless. She implored him to do something on her behalf, but kicked herself on depending on a man who didn't even know her name.
“He is married, living in a nice house in the woods-“
“I don't need his fucking life story, just tell me, his powerlevel?” Nappa hissed.
“Don't worry, he is no threat. Don't bother him, he is innocent, he-“
“That's our problem. He shouldn't be innocent, he should have destroyed his planet, and you. What was your relationship with him? The truth”
“Truthfully, we were best friends. Still are. We went everywhere to gether and had adventures. He is like a brother me.”
Vegeta was glad to hear this on some level, he would have hated to hear that she had had some relationship with that baka. He wanted her untainted, he wanted her.
“Now let me go” Bulma commanded, ducking down, trying to get out of his grip, but instead her knees buckled and she fell down. Nappa let her fall to the ground. Bulma stuck her tongue out at him, and Vegeta cast her a short look before turning and following Nappa.
“Typical. Typical. Oh, what I wouldn't give for a large bowl of lemon noodles and a fat copy of Fashion. Not on this shitty ship with irs crap food and bad clothes..” she mumbled to herself, stalking back to her room. She ran a bath and sat in it, shivering and scrubbing herself. She dried herself with a ratty rag and wrapped herself in a sheet and curled up on her bed. She was just drifting off to sleep, her eyes felt heavy, when there was a faint tap at her door.