Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, and sadly none of the characters from it are mine either.
Warnings: Implied death and violence.
Summary: There was something about him that chilled her to the bone, and underneath it laid that which compelled her to stay close.
Drabbles from Mirai Time
Intangible weights:
She had know from the very first time she had laid eyes on him, that there was something more there, something intangible and heavy and so very much forbidding just lurking beneath the surface, that not even being miles away from him had prevented her blood from running cold and a shiver from rippling across her spine.
It was many moons latter, when more than a season had gone by and her world had been thrown off its axis, that she had caught the first glimpse of that something she had seen murky and blurred through the looking glass of Baba's magic ball.
There he was, all flesh and blood and burning skin, trashing in the mist of fevered nightmares and CC's cotton sheets.
And there she was, concerned and conflicted, and not understanding why suddenly it was so hard to breathe.
The second time she saw it, he was awake. Two black pools of the deepest nothing boring right trough her, and thin cruel lips curled into a dangerous smirk. It flashed for a second, etched artfully into every plane of his face, like a second skin melting and showcasing the rotting core below.
That time she ran.
He laughed.
By the third time, he talked, low and throaty, and heavily laced by the unsaid. His eyes snared her, and the slow carefully articulated movements of his mouth distracted her from the cold in the room.
"Do you see?"
And she did, every single horrifying detail. Phantom hands and phantom eyes, reaching out, always watching. The weights of the father's sins onto those of the son, pressing down his shoulders.
"I'm not looking for absolution."
And she knew he wasn't. But as she felt the tentative touch of his soul in hers, she also knew that it would find him.
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Lassador: First of all, thanks for taking the time to leave a review. Then, I'm really glad you're enjoying this; I feel a strange pull towards the Mirai timeline, in relation both to how Bulma fared and came out with the time machine and the B/V "original" relationship. So these drabbles will be a mix of those of those aspects. I hope you like the next instalments. ;)