Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Bulma in Me ❯ Chapter 6
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Cordelialove 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.29.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 254 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.29.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 254 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 6
At first I was terrified. I had gotten up shortly after Vegeta’s outburst and, with trembling hands; I put the casseroles in the oversized oven and ran upstairs, suddenly less hungry than I’d been an hour before.
I took a long shower on shaky legs. My throat burned and there were already bruises beginning to form. But it wasn’t until I looked in the mirror and saw the ring around my neck that I began to get angry.
This family had housed him. Fed him. Provided him with a room to train in. And he has the nerve to attack me?!
I wrapped the towel tightly around myself, storming into my bedroom. The rage building as I began slamming drawers looking for the senzu beans I knew were there. I remembered them from the show and knew, from Bulma’s memory, or my memory, whichever it was now, that I had some.
“Bastard…” I grabbed the bag I was looking for and noticed with a little disappointment that there were only 2 left.
“Can’t believe I have to waste one on that pitiful Prince of all Assholes.” I popped it into my mouth and relished the temporary warmth that flooded into my throat. Checking the vanity mirror I noticed with delight that the marks were already fading.
‘These things are amazing!’ I thought to myself. Of course they didn’t exist in my world, but then again I couldn’t think of anything in my world that could do what these beans could.
I sat at the vanity marveling at the now blemish free skin of my neck and then began brushing through my long blue hair.
It had been such a long day and I still wasn’t used to this reflection. My face was so young looking; it lacked the lines of frustration I had gained in my world. My hair reached down past the middle of my back, and my legs were long and lean. I was bordering on egotistical, but is it egotism if it isn’t your body? Yes, she looked like me, but a refined me. A me that had been to a personal trainer and tanning bed every day of her life.
I quickly brushed the thought away and began blow drying my hair. It was odd how my anger melted away with the pain of my previously bruised neck. I began to wonder, though, if this was the first time he had attacked me, or if this had been going on for some time.
I changed into some hot pink shorts (I seemed to own a lot of pink) and a tight white tank top with fuzzy slippers and headed downstairs. It was time to try that home theatre I had noticed earlier. Exploring this mansion was going to be exciting.
I skipped down the steps, already in a brighter mood, until I caught sight of Vegeta scowling at the bottom.
“Hello, Vegeta” I twittered. I wasn’t about to let him ruin this good mood.
I noticed him look at neck for a moment before speaking, his face betraying nothing.
“Woman, the GR is broken. Fix it!”
Was he kidding?
“Vegeta, it’s almost 9pm. I’m not going out there now. Just call it a day and I’ll fix it tomorrow.” I said, continuing on my way to the theatre.
Flopping down on the huge, plush couch, I tried to pretend not to notice, or not to care that Vegeta was following me. He was practically boring a hole into the back of my head with his glare.
I flipped on the TV and squealed with delight when a huge menu of movies, organized by genre, popped up in front of me.
The joy was disrupted; however, as Vegeta placed himself directly in front of the television, arms crossed, scowl at the ready.
“Vegeta!! Will you move? I’m not doing it tonight!”
He then leaned down, never taking his eyes off of me, and switched the TV off with one hand, inciting a rage inside me. I decided not to let it show, however, and calmly flipped the TV back on with the remote, my own smirk beginning to form.
To my shock he then began moving toward me, his face angry. The urge to react was rising again.
So I threw the remote at him.
I gasped as it hit him square in the jaw and he growled and charged at me. I screamed and leapt over the couch, taking off towards the stairs.
Just as I reached them he materialized in front of me and I collided with his chest. He grabbed me by the arms before I could fall to the floor.
He sneered into my face.
“You have some nerve, woman.” He seemed to be almost heaving in anger. “I could snap you like a twig and yet you try my patience at every turn! I am the prince of all Saiyans and you WILL obey me.”
He shook me hard and one of my arms came loose.
I reached back with all my might and kicked him as hard as I could manage in the shin, while at the same time slamming my elbow into his face.
And then I began to howl in pain.
It felt as if every bone in my foot were broken. My arm was on fire. I screamed in pain and then surprise as Vegeta dropped me to the floor, chuckling at my whimpers.
He crouched low, as to be eye level with me, and began to address me like a child.
“Well, woman, it appears you need medical attention. Now, I can go get you a senzu bean, and afterwards you can repair my GR, or I can leave you here to wallow in your own idiocy. It is your choice.”
He was so smug. At that moment I hated him so much. But he had me over a barrel. I wiped away my tears angrily and glared up at him, nodding my assent.
“Good choice.” He murmured, before heading upstairs.
“Asshole!” I managed to scream at his backside.
A dark chuckle was all I got in response.
******************************************************** **********************
Half an hour later I was, again, in the shower. Washing away the grime and the oil, the dirt from having to be on my knees in the dark, I was never so angry. I had to find a way to wipe that smug look off of his face. But he was so much stronger than me.
I sighed, reluctantly turning off the shower.
At least my parents hadn’t been home to see that. Come to think of it, I hadn’t seen my parents all day. When they came home I could finally be off babysitting duty for the next 2 days before they went on their trip.
I wanted to tell them about today, about how abusive Vegeta had been, but something was stopping me. I had always despised feeling helpless, not being able to solve things on my own, and apparently Bulma, or should I say Bulma’s mind, shared the same stance.
No, I would do this on my own.
I headed downstairs for the second time that night, not nearly as happy as I’d been the first time, but was at least relieved to see that Vegeta was nowhere to be found. I headed to the kitchen to grab some popcorn and groaned in dismay when I saw the refrigerator. Apparently my parents had been home, and they’d left just as quickly.
Bulma,
We tried to say goodbye but you were in the shower.
I know I said we’d leave on Sunday but after shopping your mom got very excited and we decided to take an earlier flight.
We alerted security that we’d be gone so make sure and let them know when you come and go, and you should be the only one with access to the lab while we’re gone. The servo bots are charged if you don’t feel like cooking.
We’ll miss you and we’ll call as soon as we get there.
Try to get along with Vegeta.
Love,
Dad
“Dammit!” I swore out loud. Now I’d be stuck with Vegeta for the whole month. After the day I’d had I was seriously considering going with them on their trip, 2nd honeymoon or not.
With a defeated sigh I put some popcorn in the microwave and went to pick a movie while it popped.
That night I put off going to bed for as long as I could. Even though I could feel everything around me and knew it was real, a small nagging part of my brain kept reminding me that this could all be a dream. And if it was, Vegeta or not, I wasn’t ready to wake up yet; to go back to the deli, to the apartment…to Sam.
At one point Vegeta did come in from his workout, but when he did it was close to 1am and I was already drooping on the couch. I fought it for as long as I could but before I knew it I was asleep.
At first I was terrified. I had gotten up shortly after Vegeta’s outburst and, with trembling hands; I put the casseroles in the oversized oven and ran upstairs, suddenly less hungry than I’d been an hour before.
I took a long shower on shaky legs. My throat burned and there were already bruises beginning to form. But it wasn’t until I looked in the mirror and saw the ring around my neck that I began to get angry.
This family had housed him. Fed him. Provided him with a room to train in. And he has the nerve to attack me?!
I wrapped the towel tightly around myself, storming into my bedroom. The rage building as I began slamming drawers looking for the senzu beans I knew were there. I remembered them from the show and knew, from Bulma’s memory, or my memory, whichever it was now, that I had some.
“Bastard…” I grabbed the bag I was looking for and noticed with a little disappointment that there were only 2 left.
“Can’t believe I have to waste one on that pitiful Prince of all Assholes.” I popped it into my mouth and relished the temporary warmth that flooded into my throat. Checking the vanity mirror I noticed with delight that the marks were already fading.
‘These things are amazing!’ I thought to myself. Of course they didn’t exist in my world, but then again I couldn’t think of anything in my world that could do what these beans could.
I sat at the vanity marveling at the now blemish free skin of my neck and then began brushing through my long blue hair.
It had been such a long day and I still wasn’t used to this reflection. My face was so young looking; it lacked the lines of frustration I had gained in my world. My hair reached down past the middle of my back, and my legs were long and lean. I was bordering on egotistical, but is it egotism if it isn’t your body? Yes, she looked like me, but a refined me. A me that had been to a personal trainer and tanning bed every day of her life.
I quickly brushed the thought away and began blow drying my hair. It was odd how my anger melted away with the pain of my previously bruised neck. I began to wonder, though, if this was the first time he had attacked me, or if this had been going on for some time.
I changed into some hot pink shorts (I seemed to own a lot of pink) and a tight white tank top with fuzzy slippers and headed downstairs. It was time to try that home theatre I had noticed earlier. Exploring this mansion was going to be exciting.
I skipped down the steps, already in a brighter mood, until I caught sight of Vegeta scowling at the bottom.
“Hello, Vegeta” I twittered. I wasn’t about to let him ruin this good mood.
I noticed him look at neck for a moment before speaking, his face betraying nothing.
“Woman, the GR is broken. Fix it!”
Was he kidding?
“Vegeta, it’s almost 9pm. I’m not going out there now. Just call it a day and I’ll fix it tomorrow.” I said, continuing on my way to the theatre.
Flopping down on the huge, plush couch, I tried to pretend not to notice, or not to care that Vegeta was following me. He was practically boring a hole into the back of my head with his glare.
I flipped on the TV and squealed with delight when a huge menu of movies, organized by genre, popped up in front of me.
The joy was disrupted; however, as Vegeta placed himself directly in front of the television, arms crossed, scowl at the ready.
“Vegeta!! Will you move? I’m not doing it tonight!”
He then leaned down, never taking his eyes off of me, and switched the TV off with one hand, inciting a rage inside me. I decided not to let it show, however, and calmly flipped the TV back on with the remote, my own smirk beginning to form.
To my shock he then began moving toward me, his face angry. The urge to react was rising again.
So I threw the remote at him.
I gasped as it hit him square in the jaw and he growled and charged at me. I screamed and leapt over the couch, taking off towards the stairs.
Just as I reached them he materialized in front of me and I collided with his chest. He grabbed me by the arms before I could fall to the floor.
He sneered into my face.
“You have some nerve, woman.” He seemed to be almost heaving in anger. “I could snap you like a twig and yet you try my patience at every turn! I am the prince of all Saiyans and you WILL obey me.”
He shook me hard and one of my arms came loose.
I reached back with all my might and kicked him as hard as I could manage in the shin, while at the same time slamming my elbow into his face.
And then I began to howl in pain.
It felt as if every bone in my foot were broken. My arm was on fire. I screamed in pain and then surprise as Vegeta dropped me to the floor, chuckling at my whimpers.
He crouched low, as to be eye level with me, and began to address me like a child.
“Well, woman, it appears you need medical attention. Now, I can go get you a senzu bean, and afterwards you can repair my GR, or I can leave you here to wallow in your own idiocy. It is your choice.”
He was so smug. At that moment I hated him so much. But he had me over a barrel. I wiped away my tears angrily and glared up at him, nodding my assent.
“Good choice.” He murmured, before heading upstairs.
“Asshole!” I managed to scream at his backside.
A dark chuckle was all I got in response.
******************************************************** **********************
Half an hour later I was, again, in the shower. Washing away the grime and the oil, the dirt from having to be on my knees in the dark, I was never so angry. I had to find a way to wipe that smug look off of his face. But he was so much stronger than me.
I sighed, reluctantly turning off the shower.
At least my parents hadn’t been home to see that. Come to think of it, I hadn’t seen my parents all day. When they came home I could finally be off babysitting duty for the next 2 days before they went on their trip.
I wanted to tell them about today, about how abusive Vegeta had been, but something was stopping me. I had always despised feeling helpless, not being able to solve things on my own, and apparently Bulma, or should I say Bulma’s mind, shared the same stance.
No, I would do this on my own.
I headed downstairs for the second time that night, not nearly as happy as I’d been the first time, but was at least relieved to see that Vegeta was nowhere to be found. I headed to the kitchen to grab some popcorn and groaned in dismay when I saw the refrigerator. Apparently my parents had been home, and they’d left just as quickly.
Bulma,
We tried to say goodbye but you were in the shower.
I know I said we’d leave on Sunday but after shopping your mom got very excited and we decided to take an earlier flight.
We alerted security that we’d be gone so make sure and let them know when you come and go, and you should be the only one with access to the lab while we’re gone. The servo bots are charged if you don’t feel like cooking.
We’ll miss you and we’ll call as soon as we get there.
Try to get along with Vegeta.
Love,
Dad
“Dammit!” I swore out loud. Now I’d be stuck with Vegeta for the whole month. After the day I’d had I was seriously considering going with them on their trip, 2nd honeymoon or not.
With a defeated sigh I put some popcorn in the microwave and went to pick a movie while it popped.
That night I put off going to bed for as long as I could. Even though I could feel everything around me and knew it was real, a small nagging part of my brain kept reminding me that this could all be a dream. And if it was, Vegeta or not, I wasn’t ready to wake up yet; to go back to the deli, to the apartment…to Sam.
At one point Vegeta did come in from his workout, but when he did it was close to 1am and I was already drooping on the couch. I fought it for as long as I could but before I knew it I was asleep.