react. Finally he gave her a juicy slap on the face .... Drunk on sleep, her head dangled to one side before life finally returned to her body. Her face was completely covered by her hair, Bulma blew to get the annoying mane out of her face, but it didn't help. She had to straighten up and lift her head.


"What a tr-" the sentence got stuck in her throat when the memory came back. Her blood began to boil, she could feel the warm liquid again, which had already soaked into her clothes and it was now sticking to her body. 'Why are you doing this?' she wondered in silence.

He pulled out again to give her another one, but Vegato had done his math without Bulma. Before his hand could collide harshly with her head again, she kicked him in the stomach area, opened her mouth and screamed. She screamed for her life, for the salvation of her soul, louder, more shrill than she had ever done before. At the same time, she somehow managed to free herself from his death grip and run away. She left everything behind and just ran straight ahead. She would pay any price just to survive this. She could feel salty pearls running down her cheeks. What the hell was going on here? Had Vegeta gone mad attacking her like that?


"AHH !! Vegeta !!!" she screeched and wanted to jump over a pile of clothes. However, in the dark she had overlooked the chair that was exactly in her way. Her foot got stuck and she fell upside down with her stomach exactly on the pile of laundry that cushioned her fall.However, her head landed chin first on the hard floor and she had clearly bitten her tongue, now the warm, strange-tasting liquid was in her mouth and blood was still running out of her side. Bulma tried desperately to get back on her feet, to run away from here. She didn't want to scream anymore, she couldn't get a sound out of sheer shock. She struggled bravely to her feet again. She felt ready now to take on her tormentor. "Come on out!" she demanded and clenched her fists. Though she scraped up all her courage, she didn't sound half as brave as she'd hoped. She was afraid, and not too scarce, that she would do the devil and not defend herself. Even if it was Vegeta who attacked her for some absurd reason, she had at least one small advantage: one advantage: her opponent was not a complete stranger.


"All right," she heard the other voice reply dangerously calm.Bulma swallowed and again she could clearly taste the taste of her own blood.


He stepped slowly out of the protective cloak of the night and took a single step towards her. She could see the hairstyle that was significant for Vegeta, but since he was standing with his back to the window, his face remained in shadow. It seemed as if the prince suddenly had something to hide from her. Bulma could only stare forward, it was as if her own body no longer obeyed her. 'Run away you stupid cow !!' she screamed inwardly - but she couldn't.


Another drop of blood ran down her leg, the touch of the warm moisture gave her goose bumps and slowly the adrenaline began to rush through her body. "Don't you want to run away?" he asked and she thought she saw a smile in his voice.


Was he making fun of her now? 'Nice' thought Bulma ironically and slowly regained consciousness, she leaned forward and felt in the dark for anything that she could use and if it was only for defense.Feverishly and with trembling hands, she searched the floor for a solid contour: towels, socks, handcuffs (A / N: handcuffs? O.o << Sorry, couldn't resist * lol *), a book ... there! Your boots. Bulma grabbed the pointy shoe and slowly began to back away ... very slowly. She knew this was just a useless head start, but she had to try.


In fact, she made it back a few steps, but then stumbled over something and finally fell a second time, this time backwards. Her head hit the ground roughly, the firm grip on the shoe loosened, her eyes went black and finally the head tilted a little to the side and the mouth opened a little. A dull sigh was the last he heard from her - then it was deathly quiet.


Vegato paused for a few seconds, still not moving an inch. Sure that Bulma was out of action, he shook his head with a pitying look. "Foolish woman!KO himself. Pfft "


With these words he turned back to the window and set off again. Actually, he didn't want anyone to bleed - at least not yet, and if so, then only if this disrespectful piece of monkey was there. But like that - it was okay too. Vegato climbed out of the window and in the starlight his lighter eye glittered eerily. Anticipation is still the best joy ...




Sequel follows...