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This is the story of how I died, but don't worry! It’s not a sad story I swear! I mean, obviously there’s gonna be some sad stuff but it’s not depressing enough to ruin your day or anything. Overall, it’s actually a pretty fun story and it’s not really even mine. This is a story about a Saiyan boy named Vegeta, and it starts with a plant. I know, I know, a fun story about a boy and a plant? I would have closed the book or the tab by now. Just bear with me. 


Once upon a time, there was a magical plant that grew from a single drop of moonlight. The plant had the ability to heal people of their injuries or illnesses and restore their youth. Centuries past without anyone discovering it. 


The Kingdom of Vegetasei was ruled by beloved King Vegeta and Queen Eschalot. The queen was about to give birth to their first child but she got really sick. Like, really sick. They were running out of time to find a cure which is typically when people start to look for a miracle, or in this case, a magical plant.


Unbeknownst to anyone, an Acrosian by the name of Frieza wanted to hoard the healing power for himself. He was totally obsessed with immortality. He had been using the Sensu plant to keep himself young for hundreds of years and had no intention of sharing the plant's power. The king’s men discovered the Sensu plant after hearing tales of its power. They dug up the entire plant, roots and all, and took it back to the castle. It healed the queen and shortly after, a healthy baby boy was born. I’ll give you a hint, that baby boy was Vegeta.

After sneaking into the castle Frieza noticed the boys tail would glow when exposed to moonlight. When he touched his tail the power of the plant flowed through the little boy and into Frieza, making him young again just like the plant had. Knowing he couldn’t risk losing the power by cutting off the boys tail, he stole him and disappeared.


The kingdom searched everywhere but couldn’t find the little prince. No one knew that deep in the forest, hidden away in a tower, Frieza raised him as his own. He found his new magic Sensu in the form of a little Saiyan boy, but this time he was determined to keep him hidden.


He convinced the little prince that the outside world was a dangerous place full of dangerous people that would steal his power and his tail if he was ever discovered. But the walls couldn’t keep the outside world completely hidden from the boy. Every year on his birthday fireworks were launched and the king and queen projected the image of the great dragon Shenron in the nights sky, hoping that one day their prince would find his way home.



 

It was the day before his 18th birthday and Vegeta was hoping this birthday would be different than all the others. He was hoping his father would finally let him leave his tower. Since he was little he had the ability to heal his father with his tail. Apparently no one else had this ability which made him exceptionally special. Which is why his father had never let him leave the tower. He was told from the time he was little that if anyone found out about his powers they would kidnap him and cut off his tail, among other things. Some of the things his father said could happen to him if he was discovered gave him nightmares for years.


As he got older, the fear of the outside world started to dissipate and his curiosity grew. For the most part he was able to accept the fact that he'd live and die in his tower, except on his birthday. Every year on his birthday he would see a large green dragon floating in the sky and thousands of fireworks were set off around it. Since he could remember, all he wanted was to leave his tower and see the dragon and the fireworks up close. Every year on his birthday he pleaded with his father to take him to see the dragon, and every year his father refused after beating him until he was unconscious. This year was his eighteenth birthday, this year he hoped things would be different. 


His father, Frieza, was not a kind man. Vegeta couldn't remember a time he treated him with anything but cold indifference or disdain. He didn't have any real world experience to compare it to but based off what he read in books, father's didn't treat their children the way he treated Vegeta. When he was little he would cry himself to sleep at night, confused as to why his father was so cruel to him. But he wasn't a little kid anymore, he hadn't been for a while. He no longer longed for his father's attention and affection. He hoped one day soon his father would leave and never come back.


Frieza insisted it was too dangerous in the outside world. He insisted he would be maimed or killed if he left his tower. Vegeta wasn’t sure how his strength compared to other people since he had never met anyone else, but he was sure he had to be the strongest person on the planet aside from Frieza. He knew he could take care of himself. All Vegeta did was train in his spare time, train or read. Punching air can only keep you entertained for so long and one can only read the same books so many times before slowly going insane. He was getting restless and was desperately hoping he would finally get to leave his tower for the first time in his life. 



 

“Are you leaving?” Vegeta asked Frieza the morning of his birthday. Frieza had returned in the middle of the night, demanding Vegeta heal him. He decided to stay the night but had no intention of spending more time than necessary with Vegeta.


“Yes my little monkey and I won’t be returning for quite a while. I expect you to continue your training.”


“Of course. What else would I do with my time?” Vegeta frowned as he crossed his arms across his chest.


“Not that I care but is something troubling you?” 


“Yes actually something is. I’m sure you’re aware tomorrow is my eighteenth birthday.“


“Is it?”


“Yes, it is.“


Vegeta tried his best not to lose his temper knowing if he did it would result in a beating so bad he wouldn’t be able to even think about leaving the tower, much less ask permission to. Although any injuries he received were temporary, it still hurt and left him immobilized and defenseless until nightfall when he could heal himself. Spending his day in bed bleeding and bruised was not something he enjoyed.


“I was hoping you’d let me leave the tower. At least for the day.”


“No,” Frieza said as he walked to the door.


“What? Why the hell not?”


“We’ve gone over this Vegeta and quite frankly I grow tired of this conversation. If you leave this tower and are discovered you will lose your powers after you they rip off your tail. You are unique, there is no one else with powers such as yours. Is that what you want? Would you like to be weak like everyone else?”


“No of course not. I have been training for years now. I am stronger than every weakling out there. No one would be able to overpower me. If what you say is true and I’m as unique and powerful then there should be no issue.”


“I said no.”


“Give me one damn-” Frieza struck him hard across the face, busting his lip and silencing him before he could finish his sentence.


“I will not repeat myself again monkey. You will stay here and stop this nonsense immediately. If you speak of it again, I will chain you to the wall until you apologize for annoying me. I’m sure you remember how much you enjoyed that the last time we had this conversation. While I personally enjoyed the spectacle I have a feeling it's not something you would like to repeat. If you’d like to avoid that type of punishment again I suggest you shut your mouth and do as you’re told,” Frieza smirked cruelly.


“Tch” Vegeta stormed away angrily.


He went to the one place in the tower he could completely call his own, his bedroom. His bedroom was the only part of the tower with a window aside for the main living area. When he was little he thought the window in his room was a gift because he could lay in bed and look at the stars. As he got older, he felt like it was more of a cruel punishment. He’d spend every night in his bed alone, wondering what the outside world was like. The older he got the more he disliked his father and the more he realized what a cruel man he truly was. 


Vegeta spent most of his time alone. Frieza only returned when he wanted to use his powers which was becoming more and more often for some reason. He wasn’t sure what Frieza did in his spare time but he was sure whatever it was, was dangerous. He would return to the tower covered in cuts and bruises, demanding to be healed at all hours of the night. When he was younger he welcomed the company, he was happy his father needed him. Now, he resented him and despised his visits. He disliked being alone but he despised being with his father even more.


He heard the door slam closed, followed by the sound of the lock sliding in place, and a chain being wrapped around the outside handle.


“FUCK!” he yelled as he punched a hole in the wall and kicked over his dresser.


“I’m...I’m fucking sick and tired of these books. I’m sick and tired of doing katas. I’m sick and tired of listening to the same damn music over and over again. I’m tired of being alone,“ he said as he sat on the ground and pulled his knees up to his chest in front of his bedroom window.





“I want a castle. It would be so damn cool to have my own castle...and subjects...and money. Wouldn’t it be cool to live in a castle?” Bulma said as she carefully hopped from ledge to ledge on the roof of the palace, looking anywhere but down. She wasn't too fond of heights but in this case she was willing to make an exception. She crouched down next to a large glass window directly above the throne room.


“Shut the fuck up! You talk too damn much! Let’s hurry up and get this over with. The faster it’s done the sooner we can get away from your noisy ass!” Nappa growled angrily.


“Okay okay! Jeesh. You’d think you’d be a little happier considering we’re going to be fucking loaded by the end of the day. How about you Turles? Would you like your own castle?” she asked as she tied a rope tightly around her waist.


“What I would like is for you to shut your damn mouth!” 


“God you guys are the worst. Why did I agree to work with you anyways? I totally could have found someone way friendlier than you guys!”


You asked us to work with you because you’re too weak to do this on your own and everyone else available is equally as weak as you are,” Nappa said as he wrapped the opposite end of the rope around his arm.


“Ouch, but okay I guess you’re somewhat right.”


Turles opened the large glass window and held it open for Bulma. 


“Okay boys, see ya in a minute!” she said as she jumped through the open window.


“We’re going to kill her and take the crown right? If I have to listen to her talk for one more minute I’m going to kill you and then myself,” Turles said as he struggled to hold up the very large pane of glass.


“What the fuck? Why would you kill me before killing yourself?” Nappa asked as he continued to lower Bulma down into the throne room.


“If I kill myself that would leave you with all the money and I obviously can’t let that happen,” Turles said with a smirk. 


Nappa rolled his eyes and felt two quick tugs on the rope, indicating Bulma was ready to be lifted up. As he started to lift her, they heard yelling coming from below. Turles looked down through the open window and saw dozens of soldiers spilling into the throne room.


“Pull me up faster! Faster! Hurry up!” she squealed.


Nappa quickly yanked her through the window, threw her over his shoulder, and ran. Once they were off of the castle roof, he set her down and the three of them continued to run. They came to a stop once they reached a very tall locked gate. Bulma easily slid through the bars of the gate but the two Saiyans were much too large to follow her. 


“Hurry give me the bag! My tools are in it! I can pick the lock on the gate before the guards catch up to us!” she yelled anxiously as the sound of the soldiers approaching grew louder.


“How do we know you won’t leave us here?” Turles asked suspiciously as he tried to find a weak point in the gate.


“Well your options are get caught with the crown, lose it, and end up in prison. Or give me the crown and hope I keep my word and unlock the gate. One has a guaranteed outcome that you both probably want to avoid don’t you? Bulma said as she looked around nervously, pulling her hood over her head and zipping up her jacket. "Either way I’m not the one that ends up in prison now am I?”


Nappa and Turles looked furious as they glanced at each other, both mentally weighing the pros and cons of trusting her.


“Fine. Take it and hurry up!” Nappa growled as he slid Bulma’s bag between the bars of the gate.


Bulma took the bag from Nappa and smiled. She opened it to ensure the crown was still there and in one piece. She dug around her bag, as if looking for something else.


“Oh...oh no!” she said, feigning shock. “My tools are missing! I must have forgotten to pack them this morning,” she snapped her fingers as if cursing herself for her forgetfulness. “Damn, that sucks! Well, it’s been fun guys but those soldiers sound pissed so I’m just gonna go now. Bye!” she said happily as she skipped away from the gates and into the forest.


“YOU STUPID BITCH! WE’LL FIND YOU AND WHEN WE DO WE’LL KILL YOU!” Turles yelled. He so angry he was practically foaming at the mouth. Seconds later the palace guards surrounded them and placed them in cuffs.




After sprinting through the forest for a few minutes Bulma realized no one was following her and stopped to catch her breath. She was just about to pull out a map and figure out which direction she should take to avoid all the major populated areas of Vegetasei when she heard the guards heading her way and fast. She bolted further into the woods quicker than she ever thought was possible. The adrenaline pumping through her veins boosted her speed and endurance. 


She threw herself behind a bush that lined part of the mountain side, realizing there was no way to outrun the guards. While hiding behind the bush she felt a small breeze coming from behind her.  There was a break in the large rocks that composed the mountain that surrounded the forest. A thin veil of vines covered the space in between the boulders, essentially hiding the small tunnel from anyone that didn’t know it was there. 


Perfect. Maybe today isn’t going to be as shitty as I thought. 


She quickly crawled through the small tunnel and turned around, waiting to see if the passing soldiers noticed her escape route. When she saw the guards passing her hiding spot, she continued crawling through the tunnel until she came to a large clearing hidden in between the mountains. The clearing was large, empty, and depressing. The grass that should have grown there was dead and the skeletons of old trees littered the area. In the center of the clearing was a very large and very creepy looking deserted tower.


She could still hear the guards looking for her on the other side of the tunnel. It didn't take her long to decide that the promise of solitude and a good hiding place was worth the risk of falling to her death.


This is depressing and kind of scary. It looks like a graveyard. Everything here is dead. At least no one will find me here. I’ll hang out until nightfall then sneak out and make my way out of the capital. Easy peasy. 


She quickly made her way to the center of the clearing, eager to get to the top of the tower, and away from the possibility of being captured. She circled the tower a couple of times, mentally planning her approach. After noticing a pattern of stones sticking out throughout the tower, she started to climb. After what felt like hours, she finally made her way to a window at the top of the tower. She threw herself through the window, wiped the sweat from her brow, and took a minute to survey her surroundings.


She was sitting in the middle of a living area of sorts. It was supposed to be a living area but it was as dark and as cold as the clearing was. There was very little as far as decorating went but there was a couch, a large bookshelf full of books, and some exercise equipment. Scattered throughout the room were random books and art supplies, as if someone got bored mid-book or mid-project and moved on to something else.


“Does someone live here? This is so...depressing,” she said to herself as she walked further into the room. She was about to start snooping through the different cabinets and drawers when she suddenly felt pressure on the back of her neck. A second later everything went black. 

 




“What was that?” Vegeta whispered to himself. He was sitting on the floor staring out his bedroom window when he heard a noise coming from the living area. 


Father should not be back yet. It could be another bird but only a very very large bird could have made that noise.


He quietly made his way to his bedroom door and peeked through the space between the door and the door frame. He could see a person in a black hood walking around the living area, going through his stuff and talking to themselves.


“This is so...depressing,” he heard the intruder say.


Well they’re not wrong. Even if they're right about my existence being useless and depressing. I won’t show them mercy and I won’t let them take my tail.


When the intruder turned his back to him, he quietly came up from behind him and applied pressure to a specific area on the his neck, rendering him unconscious. When the intruder's body hit the ground, the hood he were wearing fell off of his head. Vegeta's eyes widened and he gasped in shock. The intruder wasn't a man at all. The intruder was a very beautiful petite woman about his age with slightly curled bright blue hair.


A woman? I’ve never seen a woman before, only in books. Hell I’ve never seen another person before aside for father. She’s...she’s beautiful.


His mind was racing. So many thoughts were running through his head at once. When the woman didn't move, he knelt down next to her to get a closer look at her face. 


She looks Saiyan. I didn’t know Saiyans could have blue hair. I guess I don’t know much about Saiyans in general. She doesn't have a tail though. I hate being so ignorant and naive to everything! 


While kneeling next to her, he tentatively reached his hand out and caressed the woman's cheek with the back of his hand.


Her skin is so smooth and her hair looks so soft. What am I saying? She came to cut off my tail and steal my power! How did she even find me! It doesn’t matter. She won’t be leaving here alive.


Angry at himself for getting distracted, he hoisted the unconscious woman over his shoulder and grabbed a chair. After tying her to the chair, he picked up her bag and started rifling through it.


A crown and some tools? Is she a princess? No. If she was a princess she wouldn’t be sneaking into my tower and she wouldn’t be after my powers or my tail. This crown looks like it was made for a prince not a princess. In all the books I’ve read the princess always has a very delicate looking crown. This one is definitely not delicate.


He turned the crown around, examining it closely as he made his way to a mirror. He slowly put the heavy crown on his head, over his flame shaped hair.


Hmm. I look good in this, like royalty.  Maybe in another life I was a prince and not a prisoner isolated from everyone and everything.

He sighed sadly and removed the crown before walking back to the woman. She startled him when she let out a small moan as she was waking up. He quickly hid the crown on his bookshelf and walked over to the her.


When she opened her eyes, he was momentarily speechless. He thought her hair was unique but her eyes were breathtaking. He didn’t know it was possible for eyes to be that color. Her hair and her eyes were both an intense blue color but her eyelashes were thick, long, and black. He couldn’t get over how beautiful she was, at least he couldn’t until she opened her mouth.


“What the hell? Why am I tied up? Who the hell are you? Untie me right now!” she yelled.


Oh my god. Am I dead? Did I die and go to heaven? The Saiyan in front of me is unfairly beautiful. He looks like a damn god! There’s no way he is real. Wait...I’m not in heaven. I wouldn’t be tied up if I was in heaven. Well...I mean bondage is a thing. Maybe it’s some sort of hidden kink I’m into just haven’t realized it yet. I’ve been in this mans presence for five minutes and I’m thinking about bondage. What the fuck is wrong with me? Ugh his eyes are so intense and dark. His bangs are practically begging for me to push them out of his face while I stick my tongue down his throat. Why isn’t he wearing a shirt? Maybe this is hell and I’m actually being punished. I’m tied up and not allowed to touch his perfectly sculpted body. Wait a damn minute. He knocked me unconscious! That asshole! 


“You are not the one asking questions I am!” he growled and narrowed his eyes, taking a step closer to her. “How did you find me? Why do you want my tail? Are you going to sell it or do some sort of scientific experiments on it? I assure you I will not go down without a fight and I am easily the strongest person you will ever meet.”


“Your tail? Why the hell would I want your tail? Gross. I mean tails aren’t gross but the thought of chopping someones tail off is," she involuntarily shivered. 


“You...you don’t want my tail?” he asked suspiciously. The confusion he felt was clear on his face.


“No! I don’t!” 


“Then why are you here?”


“I um...I owe some people some money, money that I don’t have. They were chasing me so I ran. I happened to find this place. Thinking it was abandoned, I climbed through the window and had planned to hide out here until the heat died down but you kinda ruined my plans when you knocked me unconscious!” Bulma gave Vegeta the deadliest glare she could muster until the color drained from her face and her eyes began to dart around the room in a panic.


“Where's my bag? What did you do with my bag!?” she yelled as her anxiety climbed.


“Will you stop your screeching woman!? You’re going to make my ears bleed!” 


“I’ll stop screeching once you give me my bag back asshole!” she seethed, praying all her hard work wasn’t in vain.


“You’re really not in any position to make any demands are you?” he smirked.


She momentarily forgot how irritated she was when she saw the cocky look on his face. She couldn’t tell whether or not she wanted to choke him or suck on his thick muscular neck.


“I’ve hid your precious bag somewhere you’ll never find. You’re going to do what I say. If you do, I’ll give it back to you,” he said with a shrug while crossing his arms over his chest smugly. 


“It’s right over there,” she said with a smirk.


“What’s over there? He asked confused, uncrossing his arms.


“My bag. It’s on your bookshelf. You’ve got to” 


Vegeta closed the distance between them and pinched the pressure point on the back of her neck again, making her black out once more. He quickly walked over to the bookshelf and grabbed the bag. As he passed the mirror he noticed how pink his cheeks were. “UGH!” he yelled as he paced around the room, trying to find a better place to hide her bag.


I obviously need to find a better hiding place. That was embarrassing. Where should I put it? Wait. Why does it matter? Even if she managed to untie herself, she wouldn’t be able to freely walk around the room and go through possible hiding places. I’d easily overpower her. She could try to run but if she did I could easily pin her to the floor and straddle her so she couldn’t move. She’d...she’d be between my legs and...god what is wrong with me!


He groaned as the impure thoughts started to run through his mind. His training pants were getting a little bit tighter than they usually were. He was barely an adult and had never seen a woman before. His body was quickly responding accordingly. 


Hide the damn bag and stop thinking about the woman’s soft skin and gorgeous eyes. Dear god. What is she doing to me? She could take me to the dragon! Can I spend an extended amount of time with her without lusting after her? Is it specifically her that I’m attracted to or is it just because she’s a female? Would I feel the same way about a different woman? UGH!


Glancing back at Bulma, he walked towards one of the large hooks on the wall where the only two jackets he owned were hanging. He took them off of the wall hook and placed the bag on the hook before rehanging his jackets, covering the bag with them.


“Ridiculous. I'm going to be eighteen years old and I’ve never met another woman. The only information I have about other species or the opposite sex is from books. How pathetic! I hate Frieza! This is all his fault!” he seethed and mumbled under his breath. He had no idea the woman had woken up and was now feigning unconsciousness so she could observe him without him knowing.


He’s never met a woman and he’s almost eighteen? How sad. I wonder why? Is he stuck up here? No way. With that body he could easily have climbed down from up here. If I can do it so can he. So why is he up here? Does it have to do with his tail? He thought I wanted it. Why is his tail so special? All Saiyans have tails. Is he going to keep me here forever since I’m a woman? Would he take advantage of me? Well you can’t take advantage of the willing so there’s that. I’m disgusted with myself right now.



She slowly opened her eyes like she did the last time but this time it was an act. The boy instantly stood up straight and hid behind a mask of superiority, trying his best to hide the anxious self loathing she just witnessed.


“Will you stop doing that!” she snapped.


Now your bag is hidden somewhere you’ll never be able to find it. At least not without my help,” he crossed his arms and smirked again.


“Ok I get it. You’ve got me at your mercy. What do you want hmm? You said the only way I’ll get my bag back is if I do what you say? What do you want me to do to you? I mean," she licked her bottom lip and looked him up and down slowly. “I mean for you,” she added with a wink.


Vegeta’s eyes widened and his cheeks instantly turned red. He may not be familiar with women or flirting but he definitely understood what she was implying.


“I...I...you," his cheeks turned a darker shade of red, embarrassed by his inability to properly form a sentence. “You vulgar woman!” he finally spit out. “I...I need help. If you help me I’ll give you your bag back. I don’t need you to do anything to...to me,” he felt his cheeks warm up even more. Turning his back to her he tried to take a few deep breaths to compose himself, not wanting her to see how flustered she made him.


Oh my god he’s adorable. This is going to be so much fun!


“Okay then. What can I help you with handsome?” she said with a flirtatious smile.


Clearing his throat he turned and addressed her, avoiding eye contact when possible. “I want to see the dragon. I don’t know how to get there myself. I’ve never...I’ve never been to that area. Something tells me you know your way around. Take me to see the dragon. I know it will appear tomorrow night. Once I see it you'll bring me back here and I’ll give you back your damn bag."


“The dragon? You mean the projection thingy with the fireworks they do every year for the lost Prince?” 


“I don’t know what it is or why they do it! I just know I’ve seen it every year on my birthday since I can remember and I’m tired of looking at it from this stupid tower. I want to see it up close and you’re the only one that can help me. If you want your damn bag back you’ll do it.”


“See the thing is, is that me and the Kingdom of Vegetasei aren’t exactly on the best of terms right now. Which you no doubt figured out. If I’m spotted I’ll more than likely be imprisoned which means I don’t get my bag back and you don’t get to see the dragon either way. So. If I choose not to help you then what? I have no doubt you’re more than capable of killing me but I don't think you want to. So what exactly do you intend to do with me if I don’t help you?” she asked with a raised eyebrow, curious to hear what he may try to threaten her with.


He’s obviously strong and potentially dangerous but considering how flustered he got by the mere suggestion of touching me, I don’t think he’d ever hurt me.


“If you don’t I’ll...I’ll...well you’ll never find your bag. It’s obviously important to you or you wouldn’t have gone through so much trouble to hide from whoever is chasing you. I’d let you go without your bag. Who would you tell? The people you’re running from? I doubt it. I’m assuming whatever is in that bag is stolen. I could care less really. All I care about is seeing the dragon.”


Fuck he’s got me there. I really don’t have any choice but to help him. I mean, I saw where he hid it. He’s really not very good at hiding stuff. But there’s no way I’d be able to get it without him knocking me out again. It would be even harder to safely climb down the tower. How hard could it be to get him in and out of the capital and back home without getting caught? 


“UGH FUCK FINE!” she yelled. The smile on his face slipped passed his mask of indifference. The prettiest smile she had ever seen spread across his face. Realizing he was standing there smiling like an idiot, he quickly composed himself and got back to business.


“We’re burning daylight woman. We need to leave now then," he said as he walked towards the window, as if getting ready to leap out.


“Wait! We can leave now but don’t you think you should put on a shirt and real pants? Going out pants, not just very tight and flattering training pants, and shoes. I mean whatever floats your boat. I’m perfectly fine if you want to walk around shirtless. You may be cold though and your feet will definitely hurt after a while. We have a lot of walking ahead of us.”


He wasn’t sure whether or not he was blushing because of her comment about his body or because he tried to leave half naked. Either way his cheeks were warm again and he refused to give her the satisfaction of knowing her comments got to him. Without another word he turned to walk to his bedroom to change his clothes. 


“Wait!” she yelled, stopping him in his tracks.


“What is it now woman?” 


“Can you untie me now please? I agreed to help you, I don’t know where my bag is, and you’re obviously stronger than me. I’m no threat to you and I’m uncomfortable. Please?”


She pouted and fluttered her eyelashes at him, hoping he would feel pity for her. He said nothing as he approached her and untied her before turning his back to her and walking into his bedroom to change his clothes. He didn’t have much. It’s not like you really needed clothes when you’re trapped in a tower for eighteen years. 


I don’t even have actual clothes. Why is this stressing me out? Just grab something and put it on! We need to leave if we want to make it there in time!


“Need help?” the woman said as she entered his room, startling him.


“I don’t need your help getting dressed!”


“I wasn’t offering to dress you or undress you,” she said with a wink. “I have a feeling you don’t get out much. If you want I can pick out something.“  Once again her comment flustered him.


Is this how it’s going to be the entire time I’m with her? Her saying something vulgar and embarrassing me. I’ve never felt flustered in my life and definitely not as quickly or as often as I have in the short time I’ve been around this woman.


“Tch. Fine. Whatever.”


Ugh! Why did I agree? She’s going to see how little I own. What if she laughs at me or worse, pities me? 


She rifled through his few belongings quickly before finding a plain black t-shirt, a pair of worn and ripped jeans, and a pair of old black boots.


He has nothing. He’s been trapped here, has barely any belongings, and has been isolated from the world. What the hell happened to him and who would do this to someone? 


“Here ya go. I’ll wait in the other room.”


“No! Don’t leave!” he yelled then turned away embarrassed.


She slowly turned and raised an eyebrow at him, confused by his sudden outburst. “You want me to stay and watch you undress?”


“No woman of course not! So vulgar! I just...I don’t trust you to be alone. Just turn you back while I quickly change my clothes.” 


“Fine fine,” she crossed her arms and turned her back to him, wishing she had eyes on the back of her head, or a mirror. She heard him drop his pants and quickly try to put on the pair of jeans she picked out.


“So, what’s your name? We should probably introduce ourselves don’t ya think?” she could hear how flustered he was by how quickly he was trying to dress and by his breathing. He was obvious worried at any moment she may try to sneak a peek. Once she was sure he had pants on, she turned around.


“Hey! I didn’t say you could turn around yet!” he said as he tried to quickly pull his shirt on.


“Calm down homeboy. I knew you had your pants on already and I’ve already seen you without your shirt on.”


She jumped onto his bed and laid down, her hair fanned around her head on his pillow and her arms were relaxed under her head.


She’s lying on my bed. I have a girl on my bed. Her hair is on my pillow. I wonder if I’ll be able to smell her once she leaves. She smells so nice. Pull yourself together!


“So you gonna tell me your name or should I keep calling you handsome? I’m fine with it but you don’t seem to be too comfortable with that nickname.”


“Vegeta,” he mumbled before clearing his throat. “My name is Vegeta.”


“Hmm Vegeta. I like that,” she said as she climbed off the bed and walked up to him.


“I’m Bulma. Nice to meet you Vegeta,” she said as she held her hand out for him to shake it. Not familiar with the gesture, he glanced at her hand then back to her face, confused. She sighed and grabbed his hand with hers and shook it up and down.


“This is a handshake. You do it when you introduce yourself to someone for the first time,” she said with a smile. She was slightly irritated with his naivety until she reminded herself that he has been isolated from everyone and everything his entire life. She knew he probably wasn't going to know much about anything once they left the tower.


He stood in front of her awkwardly shaking her hand for a lot longer than socially acceptable. Too distracted by the warmth and the softness of her skin, he failed to realize he was making things uncomfortable until it was too late. He cleared his throat and took a step away from her.


"Let’s go woman. We are running out of time.”