-First Person POV-


I sat, staring in complete incredulity at the droplets of water. Drawing more of the blanket up to me, surrounding myself in it, I observed the tiny bits of moisture. The drops, wet as fire is blistering, plummeted from the Dark Heavens only to collide with the laid out lumber of my roof, rupturing into more wet beads. -What the hell is taking you so god damn long...-


Sighing heavily, leaning back against the ductile fabrics of my recliner, I continued to be taken aback at how monotonous it was to be situated, scrutinizing the rain. The comfy armchair was positioned in front of the porch behind the gleaming balcony windows where I had asked my brother to set it. Speaking of which, my brother was elsewhere, possibly taking into account this as the ideal night to go driving like an extremist. His actions irk me even more than this repetitive wetness, falling onto this already wet enough planet. But I must say, this planet DOES have its good points.


Sighing once more from monotony, I decided to doze right there. The rain may look as if it is mind-numbing, but when sleeping is an option, the echo of the rain pitter pattering can be quite soothing and who can refuse? Pulling my feet up onto the rich thickness of my recliner, I dragged the sizeable comforter over myself more, drifting off on a sea of imagination.


-What seemed like hours later...-


I awoke to the rattle of kitchen wear, hearing the clangs and bangs of the durable metallic objects. I look out the window and in spite of everything, it's still pouring. I yawn, shaking my head to wake up, standing then stretching my arms, legs, and back. -He better have a good reason as to why he's so damn late...- I seethe, folding my blanket. Sighing out of ease, I advanced towards the kitchen, scratching my rear in the process. -Maybe my brother decided to cook for us as a way to apologize for being late.- I grinned at the thought of seeing him in an apron.


Opening the door, about to make the acquaintance of my brother, I stumble on him at the refrigerator. Looking down, I became aware that his ass didn't seem like it should as it stuck out of the fridge. And no, I wasn't checking it out... it just seemed all too... feminine for even HIM. I also take note that he's gained a power level. A very LOW power level... Sauntering slowly to the fridge door, I hold my fists up, waist high and ready to pound the crap out of my little interloper.


Grabbing hold of the fridge door, I ripped it off, tossing it behind me carelessly. The figure jumps up and I charge, head on.


"WAIT! STOP?"


I come to a halt to find that stuck-up, ass kisser who runs that C.C. business. Taking stance and glaring at her, I relax, crossing my arms, leaning back onto the counter next to the fridge. With a grin on my face out of sheer amusement, I looked down at the items she hugged to her chest from when I nearly connected my fist with her pretty little face. She was on the ground, holding a jar of pickles, a liter of soda and some cheese. My gaze met hers as I began to laugh quietly.


"What the hell is so damn funny, Juu-chan?" The woman spat, glaring up at me from her unnatural position on the linoleum floor.


"The fact that you're intruding on my property, Bulma," I state simply, tilting my head to the side, mock anger apparent in my cold eyes.


"I am not! Your brother dropped me off here after our evening out..."


"What 'evening'? This is a god damn thunderstorm? And what the hell are you doing with him anyway," I growled at her. What in the hell was he doing with a skank like her. I knew he had bad taste in women but this was unacceptable. His choices in men looked and acted more like women than her.


"Well, he thought it was 'fun' to go out. And for your information, I'm not saying a damn thing about him and I. You can ask HIM yourself," Bulma sneered, glowering back up at me with those docile cerulean eyes of hers.


I grunt, tucking a few loose strands of blonde hair behind my ear as my interrogation had only begun, "Why here? With me?"


"Maybe I felt that you and I needed to connect a little more. You know, girl to girl-"


"Bullshit. I hate you and your husband," Bulma's head seemed to jerk at how quickly I interjected her statement with a vulgar and callous manner. She narrowed her eyes and raised her eyebrow at me.


"Well, damn. Maybe you should loosen the hell up a bit. Juu thought that you may need a little feminine company. So, while we were out, he suggested I stay the night and well… talk to you," She said as she shrugged nonchalantly and looked at the floor then back up at me with this casual gaze.


"Why would you, the richest bitch in the god damn universe, want to talk with me, a 'low class android'?


"Because your brother is tired of you staying at home, Juu-chan," Bulma said matter-of-factly as she began to get irritated again at my sarcastic remarks towards her gains in life.


"Right. And maybe you just need another nights pay," I rolled my icy blue eyes at the woman as she still sat on the floor, obviously cramping in some areas due to her constant shifting. Bulma grunted up at me, "Shut the fuck up..."


"So that's why you're here? My brother paid you to fuck me and keep me company," I said, grinning impishly as her face soon blazed a red that would become the envy of every tomoato.


"Screw you, Juu-chan. It's not even like that. Besides, I'm married remember," Bulma said with a wink and a flash of her perfect, and might I add expensive, smile.


"Please, I've seen dogs with better bitches," I mentioned as I started to walk out of the kitchen.


"Look, we don't even have to really interact. We can just talk," She said as she stood up and replaced the items on the counter.


"That's interacting, you idiot..." I huffed, closing my eyes.


"Well, regardless, we're gonna get something out of this night one way or another, Juu-chan," She stated, watching me.


"Fuck my life," I grumbled under my breath, shoving my way through the kitchen doors.


It was cold and my baby tee and PJ shorts weren't really helping in keeping me warm. -Stupid cunt...- I growled inwardly as I sat myself on the recliner and sighed, throwing the blankets over myself. I heard more sounds from the kitchen, causing me to seek refuge within the thickness of my comforter.


The storms raging bellows seemed to percolate through the supple comforter, tormenting me gradually. I began to breathe through gritted teeth. This is going to be a looooong night... -Damn you, Juunana-gou...- I sigh irritably. I swear I could hear his maniacal laughter above the jangle of kitchenware and resounding thunder. He will pay...


"JUU-CHAN! WHAT DO YOU WANT TO EAT? IT'S 6:45 AND I'M STARVING? I KNOW! HOW ABOUT SOME RAMEN! JUU-CHAN? ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME! JUU-CHAN!"


Oh he will pay... Dearly..


End Chapter 1...