Bulma's Life.....Like It Is! And What It Once Was......
Chapter 44: Lonely

I woke up, and saw the sun shine in through the colossal stained glass windows. The room looked as if it was smoky, and felt peaceful and totally silent. I felt myself calm, and it was a nice feeling. I sat up, rubbed my eyes, and looked around.

The room was completely empty, I guess Saiyans didn't have much time or care for religion. I stood up on my shaky ankles and did the symbol of the cross before walking out of the large chapel-like room and on to my own bedroom to clean up. The mascara on my face had dried and no doubt looked really bad!

I entered my room and washed my face. I changed into a pair of black capris, a navy blue muscle tank top, and some white tennis shoes. I pulled my thick hair into a high ponytail on my head. I then remembered something horrible.

Goku, Chichi, and Yamcha had gotten away, but where had they gone? I paled and burst through my door, running down the halls as if the devil himself was chasing me. I looked frantically around for a guard, or *someone* who could help me. I spotted a warrior walking slowly down the red-carpeted hall, whistling to himself, due to the fact that he believed he was alone. I smirked and ran up to him. He stopped and gave me a questioning look.

"Ms. Briefs. What can I do for you?" He asked. He knew me, obviously, but I didn't know him, so I ignored his statement and went on with it.

"Have you heard of the whereabouts of the escapees from last night?" I asked, trying not to show my great interest, or involvement.

He nodded, and a serious look clouded over his eyes. "They are hiding in this damned palace somewhere. It is way too big for this sort of thing, really," He said, and shook his head.

I thanked him and walked past him quickly, searching desperatly for any type of clue. I would walk the palace all day if I had to! My only concern was finding them, so I didn't notice Vegeta coming towards me, even though he was right in front of me.

I looked in the shadows, searching for maybe some hidden person, but not being completely obvious about the whole thing. Pride wasn't something that only Vegeta had!

"Shimatta!" I said, almost low enough for a *Saiyan* not to hear. Vegeta heard it, so I guess I wasn't quiet *enough*.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" He asked, his ego the size of Vegetasei itself was obviously taking over his already bad mood today, he wasn't going be be civil with me, and I felt small warnings of fear coming over me, getting more insistent as milliseconds went by wasted.

I looked up, surprised. I nearly fainted from fear when I saw how aggravated he was at the moment. This wasn't going to be pretty, and I wasn't in the mood for a fight at all! I cringed and narrowed my eyes.

"Why is that any of your business?" I snapped. "Though I don't understand why you care..." I trailed off sugestively, trying to throw him off track.

He smirked, not quite the reaction I wanted. "Well, someone is being witty today," He said, and leaned agaisnt a hard wall, that annoying smirk still on his face. His eyes twinkled mischeviously. He was up to something, and I didn't like it, nor the fact that I had really no idea as to what it was!

"I could almost say the same thing about you, to give you credit for trying," I shot back, a real burn, and smirked also. *Two* could play at this game!!!

Vegeta rose to the occasion. I should have known he would want to fight. As a goddess of sarcasm such as myself would, I rose to it also. My smirk evolved into a flirtacious smile, not of my accord, I realized.

Vegeta looked slightly surprised at my sudden change of mood, and tensed immediately. "I didn't start this little arguement to give you a chance to pull the moves, woman, so don't try it," He said, and crossed his arms again.

I rolled my eyes and decided to be daring today. What did I have to lose? "I wouldn't lay all the blame on *me*, Your Supreme Highness. I do believe that someone was returning the favor!"

He shook his head and lifted his chin haughtily. "And you want to *continue*, from the way your acting."

I scowled and put my hands on my hips. "Vegeta, you are *so* not a player! Just let loose a little and have some *fun*," I said, mainly just teasingly, and continued on my way, shaking my head.

He didn't answer and when I looked back he was gone. I sighed continued my search, almost a lost cause now. Wherever they were, they were well hid. They couldn't have gotten out of the palace, someone would have told everyone and the gossip would fly. This was stupid. I stopped walking and looked around me, turning in a circle.

I had given up, a feeling I didn't enjoy nor ever wanted to experience. No one does, but most everyone has to. It left an empty feeling in my heart and a guilty one in my head. I was the cause of their screwed up lives, and I knew it. I wasn't going to make it even worse by giving up. I had to keep looking, I had press on, I had to force myself to do this thing....I had to find them for *their* sake.

I ended up in a large room, with nothing but some paintings and large windows partially covered by velvet curtains. Sunlight shone through the windows, casting a slightly creepy feeling throughout the mostly dark room. I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself, as if to shield myself of the feelings.

I walked up to one of the windows, and gasped at what I saw. I must be in one of the towers, I thought, the ground looked as far away as Earth felt! Tiny little dots that I suspected to be Saiyans skittered around, and it seemed as if the clouds were just out of my reach. I smiled, and let my eyes sweep over the spectacular view. Vegetasei wasn't a pretty planet, but from here I could see some mountains, and I imagined that their view was similar. The sun cast it's warmth on me, relaxing my tense muscles, and I sat down on the windowsill, looking out, like a warrior would with his battlefield. But I wasn't looking at killing and death here.

I was so off guard that I didn't notice the curtains on the left side of the window, the side opposite from me, move and then swish around, as if they were hiding someone or something. I only heard the sound of deliberatly quiet footsteps and *then* I tensed and looked around me.

I saw no one, but I could hear them. I strained my eyes and ears both, but still saw nothing. The faint noises were coming closer, and I looked up quickly, and growled lowly when I heard nor saw anything this time. I clenched my fists at my sides, frustrated and frightened at the same time. The noise sounded again, from behind me, and I whirled around, but I was too late.

Whoever or *whatever* it was put a hand to my mouth and held me from behind. I could tell it was a Saiyan, their tail was swishing around in front and in back of them. My muffled screams were worthless, no one came. I doubted that anyone would. This room wasn't the kind of place a Saiyan noble would want to be in. This was a room for lonely, discouraged human girls.

"Be quiet, or feel my wrath!" The Saiyan, whom I could now tell was a female, to my surprise, said.

I nodded my head, really scared by now. This didn't sound like a joke to me, even if it was, it wasn't very funny! The Saiyan woman let go, and I backed away towards the door, studying her. I was shocked, she looked so familiar!

She had long black hair that was curly and wild that reached to her knees. Her face was pretty, and her black eyes were slanted. Her mouth was twisted into a smirk, one that reminded me of Vegeta, so much that it was scary. She was tall and slender, the kind of woman you would expect to be in a Victoria's Secret ad, but she was here on Vegetasei. She was wearing a long black dress, one that covered her feet, so I could not see if she had shoes or not. Her tail was black also, and it swished around her crazily, as if it had a mind of it's own. On her head she wore a plain gold circlet. Their were bracelets on her wrists, and earrings in her ears. She wasn't wearing a necklace.

She saw me staring, and with a wave of her slender hand the door closed and locked. I looked behind me, surprised. That wasn't a normal Saiyan talent...I looked at her, my jaw down and my eyes wide. She smirked again and gave a soft, pleasant laugh that sounded like bells. I stopped backing away and glared at her, giving her my very evillest. She laughed again and dropped the bombshell.

"I can see that you have learned a lot from my son, Bulma. I must say, he is contagious!"

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Ah hahahahha CLIFFHANGER!! I love em!! I bet you all hate me NOW, well ja ne!!!


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