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WARNING! The following contains language, violence and mature themes not necessarily appearing in all chapters. However, I anticipate there will be MAJOR graphical scenes of violence and rape later in the chapters. This is after Vegeta and Bulma's little "get together" by the way. Rated R to NC-17. For mature readers only. If you choose to ignore this warning, don't go crying to your mommy that you read about sex on FanFiction.Net.-Be for warned.

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-Saiya-jin Chironu

Dark Ages; The Paradoxical suicide

Prologue

"The flow of water is never-ending, and so it would come to mind as everlasting."

As his words registered into her mind, they eventually led into deep ponder. She glanced blankly at the dark prince, him also staring into nothingness… and so it would seem. Both their hair swayed gently as the late-afternoon breeze flowed. The majestic horizon portrayed colours of pure, bold beauty which reflected onto his strong features, causing her to flush mildly. As she boldly turned her view to him once again, her pondering thoughts arose.

* Beneath the arrogance, past his onyx eyes…*

Chapter One- Beautiful Stranger; Strangers in the night

Bulma stared into her mirror inhaling her tears. It had been a few hours had she barricaded herself in her bedroom, when she recovered just enough to step out onto her balcony.

The cool night air felt refreshing on her porcelain skin. As she knelt upon the railing, a single tear launched down from her shadowed eyes.

The scenario however, was not at all unfamiliar. But she had just been struck by the final break-up. She knew it was for the best, for he was not "a man of his word", but a part of her longed for companionship, a partner to love and to love her in return. She had long fought the truth and had foreseen the outcome, but she needed to feel loved, whatever or whomever an individual may be. She would often conclude that whatever opportunity arose, she'd take it, for having an insincere man would be better than being alone forever.

Her thoughts of insecurity matched her physical and emotional traits. Lost in her depression, she did not notice Vegeta's presence until a faint noise broke the silent, noise barrier. Off in a distance, she could make out the Saiya-jin sitting on one of the Capsule Corp's. roofs, staring into the night sky. She could see he had just finished his vigorous training ritual, for he was covered with a thin layer of sweat along with his constant breathing revealed in the cold night air.

The thought that she had forgotten about him struck her- for he was a definite character in her life. I mean, who could forget the constant demands? She could think up constant hours repairing the gravity machine and aggravating hours spent preparing his "smorgasbord"… and God, that ruthless attitude of his. He treated her like he was some kind of king or something of high standard, with no recognition of her efforts and hospitality whatsoever. And on top of that, he had the nerve to rudely entitle her!

She could now remember his booming voice pounding at her ears. …"Woman"…"Earth Girl"…it was all relevant to him. Although angry at the past confrontations, she was not up to another argument, making her swallow her anger. It was not the first time she had seen the warrior bask under the moonlight, but his actions still astounded her. He looked somewhat gentile and vurnable when he would do so, as if he was reflecting on past dilemmas. She became so curious by this, that she had written about and named the phase: " Moon Gazing Days". He looked so sad, lost in his own little world like she currently was.

She didn't make much effort to study his physical features before, because she was too wrapped up with herself. The pale lighting from the moon's glow shun upon the man's muscular body, making his sweat glisten. His tunic was mangled from the intense training. The open rips revealing his wounds and scars which did not seem to bother him. His raven hair bolting out of his scalp at a freakishly immense angle was unusual, but it suited him and his persona. She could not visualize any other crown nesseling his head.

Her thoughts broke when the night's air grew slightly harsher gusting around in loose circles, lifting her aquamarine hair causing her to flinch by the sudden cold. Her skin grew tight with goose bumps as she wrapped her arms against herself in response. Vegeta however, as expected, felt nothing. And she could imagine how emotionally in depth he was. She had earlier attempted to await his awakening of thought, but had never came to success. Feeling tired and cold she stepped inside and shut the balcony door and beige drapes and climbed into bed. It took about fifteen minutes to fall asleep.

And just before she did, she spoke aloud the words:

"You're a complete mystery, a stranger…a beautiful stranger"…

*I came across a beautiful stranger…*