Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, and sadly Bulma and Vegeta aren't mine either.
Warning: This story is dark and deals with adult content, heed the rating.
Wishing well
Chapter 1:
"Whisper a wish to a butterfly…"
It was a cold and unforgiving night. The skies above, a violent swirl of black and purple, drenched the world in a thick curtain of rain.
The ominous clicking of high heels on wet pavement resounded in the night.
Thunder roared, a dog howled and man sent his prayers to god.
He was running like the devil himself was chasing him, and maybe it was true.
His vision blurred by the rain and the warm mix of blood and sweat pouring down his face, he failed to notice the fork in the road and went crashing down the cobblestone.
A sharp kick had him facing the skies and new pain surged over pain when the spiky heel of a leather boot imbedded itself on his chest.
Pure, unadulterated fear had him closing his eyes as tight as he could. But in the end, death always wins, and no one can escape its allure.
This time, this place, death was a pair of ocean blue eyes, staring down at him with the fire of hell behind them.
"Butterfly…", he choked, and in the distance he could swear he heard a dark chuckle in response.
Full red lips were pulled into a sardonic smirk and those eyes encased in the face of an angel flashed with something unknown.
The spike of the heel went deeper, and a whisper of a breath brushed his ear. "Make a wish…"
His mouth parted, words were formed and then, then he was no more.
"Wishing is for fools, woman", the devil said from the shadows.
"Yes, I know… Vegeta"
. "…and it will carry it on its wings to the heavens above."
Author's note: This story is complete so I'll be updating it daily. The timeline is jumbled but I promise it all comes together at the end… ;). Reviews would be nice… so come on, press that button!.
