((I’m heading to bed now finally. I should have a few hours ago probably. Now let’s hope i dont get woken up early again tomorrow by stupid phonecalls. I’ll do some replies tomorrow and get caught up on drafts again I hope. If you’re new and want to RP just send me an ask and we can work something out. But for now goodnight.))
“No, that would be rule number three-hundred and eighty-four.” she replied with a smile, threading the needle. “And don’t worry,” Meredith held up her arm, a tiny scar visible on the side, just below the shoulder, “I’ve sewn my own limbs back on before by myself, so doing it to another is cake.”
Her home had many pictures and wall hangings. Above a bare fireplace hung an old portrait of a woman in 1600’s pirate attire, battling the tall waves in a small ship. Below that hung a wicked looking axe that—it had a life source?
He rolled his eyes and snickered. “There’s only that many?” It wasn’t like he had much of a choice right now anyways. With a sigh he finally agreed, “Fine, just stop your talking and do it already.” After sparing the axe on the wall a quick glance he closed his eyes. The sooner that he was stitched up then the sooner he could leave, hopefully. He hadn’t tried to look at the rest of his injuries yet either.
Meredith rolled her eyes, throwing a towel over Vegetas face. “Bite it, this might hurt.” Without giving him a chance to speak, Meredith began to stitch Bulmas booty call back up. She had gone through over an entire roll of thread before getting most of the way done with the patchwork. “There, I’ll have to do the rest with plain old bandages.”
She gave him a smile, wrapping several rolls of gauze around different parts of his frame. “You’re lucky to be alive, you almost bled out on my sofa.”
With his other arm he reached up and grabbed the towel which he threw to the side. He had known that it would be painful and accepted it. As she worked he remained quiet except for the odd curse and groan. Never did he care for showing more weakness than he had to in a situation. It was strange being tended to by her but he didn’t have any other options. “Hn. It takes more than that to kill a Saiyan. I’ve been through worse than that.”
Despite the many times that he had spoken to her, he hadn’t found his way inside her house before. His eyes roamed around and took in the little details here and there. The sofa was an improvement after earlier. “What’s the second one, reciting them at every possibly opportunity?” Even though he felt horrible it didn’t stop him from making some of his usual comments. He eyed the needle of thread before looking back up at her. “Do you know what you’re doing?” He had medical attention from individuals he trusted much less than her but he was still partially concerned.
“No, that would be rule number three-hundred and eighty-four.” she replied with a smile, threading the needle. “And don’t worry,” Meredith held up her arm, a tiny scar visible on the side, just below the shoulder, “I’ve sewn my own limbs back on before by myself, so doing it to another is cake.”
Her home had many pictures and wall hangings. Above a bare fireplace hung an old portrait of a woman in 1600’s pirate attire, battling the tall waves in a small ship. Below that hung a wicked looking axe that—it had a life source?
He rolled his eyes and snickered. “There’s only that many?” It wasn’t like he had much of a choice right now anyways. With a sigh he finally agreed, “Fine, just stop your talking and do it already.” After sparing the axe on the wall a quick glance he closed his eyes. The sooner that he was stitched up then the sooner he could leave, hopefully. He hadn’t tried to look at the rest of his injuries yet either.
“That name is not to be mentioned either.”
“This better not be one of those plants that you humans smoke to act even more foolish than you already are. I’ll stick with getting rid of Nappa the simpler way.”
At her approach he glanced up from his glass and at her. “Woman, why are we out of rum? You better not leave on your adventure without me. We’ve got treasure to find.”
And at that her smile brightened as she saw that he wanted to join her on her little excursion. “Oh this will be great!” She told him as she took him by the hand. “But I’m going to be the captain. This was /my/ idea after all~”
He followed along with her but he disagreed with what she had said. “I’m the Prince of all Saiyans, I am second to no one and that means now as well. I’ll be the captain. I’ve navigated this entire galaxy with ease. A ship should pose no challenge.”
“If you wish to live then do not bring that up ever again.”
“Slaves?”
“Hn. Worse but among the same area.”
thesaiyanprince said: He tried to keep his expression neutral but he now that he saw the beast it was far worse than he had feared. “Hn. It’s not at all. If he isn’t cuddly then nothing would be.” His eye started to twitch as he looked at it longer.
“Awww…you want to feed him? He likes…anchovies, seal blubber….and vegetables.”
“I’ll pass on this fortunate opportunity. It doesn’t seem like he’s that hungry anyways.” Or he hoped so at least.
He could feel her doing something in his hair but for some reason he trusted the bunny to not do anything bad. It was the oddest thing that the bunny had done so far but he let her have her fun doing whatever it was.
“In a sense we were, but Frieza preferred to call us something of far less value.”
Vegeta look!
3 weeks and your bunny already has 20 followers.
“Hn. Not bad at all. Now all we need is a name…”
Seeing that he was looking in his glass for something and at that Bulma tilted her head. “Hey, you alright Vegeta?”
At her approach he glanced up from his glass and at her. “Woman, why are we out of rum? You better not leave on your adventure without me. We’ve got treasure to find.”
“Woman, if you wished to touch my ass then all you had to do was ask.”
