The last vow

Chapter 12 - Bulma

Hi guys! Here is a short chapter today. I decided to split the part of their reunion in half, because I really wanted to explore both point of view :)

Also, I'm very busy this week with studying for a big exam, but I guarantee that the next chapter will come shortly.

Thank you so much for the reviews, it really encourages me to know that people like this story :3

Enjoy! xx

Chapter 12 – Bulma

"What do you mean, we can't use the regeneration tanks?" Idris said, irritated. "Have you seen him? Do you realize how long it will take for his wounds to heal?"

"The Emperor ordered it himself." replied one of the soldiers in a neutral voice. "And he must not receive any sedatives or painkillers. Food is also forbidden for eight days. Only water is allowed."

"No food... for eight days?!" the long-legged woman said, offended.

She glanced at the wounded soldier, whose blood continued to spill onto the ground. She was probably wondering how his body would regenerate without receiving anything substantial to do so.

"What the hell did he do to make Frieza so angry?" she asked in a weak voice.

"No idea." replied a soldier. "But, he's a Saiyan, he'll get over it."

"A Saiyan deprived of food... it might take a long time!" laughed the second one.

Bulma, still standing in front of the examination table, listened absently to the conversation. Eyes fixed into those of the said Saiyan, the still functional part of her brain managed to assimilate some information.

Countless injuries. No regeneration tank. No painkillers. And no food.

She knew Frieza was dangerous. She had heard several stories about him, each one more horrible than the other. But with this wounded soldier sitting before her, she was witnessing the undeniable proof of his cruelty. And as she imagined the scene that had led to such a mess, a shiver ran through her from head to toe, and the word "torture" slowly crept into her mind.

Bulma, troubled, her heart pounding, blinked a few times, without taking her eyes off the man sitting in front of her. Of all the occupants of this ship, of all the patients who could have required her care on her first day of work, it had to be HIM.

This soldier she first met on Earth and with whom she had shared this intense connection which had capsized her so much. The one who had so easily bewitched her with the same dark gaze he had cast on her at that moment. The one who had made her lose her mind, and who she had naturally rushed to meet in the nightclub, rather than waiting and letting herself be courted like she was used to. The one she would have loved to dance with, and whom she had perversely imagined dragging into a small alley of West City to let him possess her, just for the pleasure of feeling his muscular body against hers and hearing his deep voice vibrating against her neck.

This soldier, who had vilely participated in the destruction of the nightclub, as well as the terrible eradication of the hundreds of Humans who had come to have fun. The one who had taken part in this operation to kidnap her, but also Chi-Chi and this brown-haired woman who had been brutally forced to go to the Quarters. The one who, in a burst of arrogance and unhealthy rivalry, had confronted Yamcha and who, in a way, she held responsible for his death.

The last few days spent in the dormitory had been rich of free time. Therefore, she had thought a lot about this soldier during her stay, remembering with guilt and anger their short encounter on Earth. She remembered his black eyes, his flame-shaped hair, his disproportionately muscular arms that had encircled her in front of the bar, this exhilarating heat that had emanated from his body. And when her mind was not completely entangled in the lust that his memory instilled, she had also remembered that smirk he had exhibited and that she had hated so much, that excessive calm he had displayed when the explosions had started, as well as the threats he had made against her and her people. And this is how the contradictory feelings towards him were born, his memory evoking both envy, desire and curiosity, but also bitterness, resentment and fury.