TITLE: Chapter Sixteen - Magical Touch
AUTHOR: Rachel Wong
AUTHOR'S EMAIL: Hidden_Angel_83@hotmail.com
RATING: PG-13
PAIRINGS: B/V
WARNINGS: None
NOTE: This is set in an alternate universe. Please do not read it if you do not like A/U's. As I have mentioned, this is a story about B/V. There will be a bit on G/CC as well. If you don't like them, please don't read. And YES! Everyone is OOC (out of character) other than Vegeta. Like I said, this is an A/U. It is MY A/U. So if you don't like it, don't read it. If you have the time, please also read my partnered fic (partner is Kureeji) called Eyes in Dark Corners.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dragonball Z and am in no way connected to them. I only wish I was, than I'd have at least SOME $$$. Seeing as how I am broke, sueing me would do you no good. =Þ
Last time on Bond:
Bulma walked along beside Bardock, lost in her own little dream land. She was happy for Kakkarot and Chi Chi, but something else was on her mind. This Vegeta guy, he kept wandering around in her head, never far from her thoughts (can you imagine a little, miniature Vegeta stomping around in her head? How cute eh?). She couldn't explain it but dispite all the evil that she had seen him do, she still felt that he had a good heart. Sighing inwardly to herself, she couldn't wait for night to fall. Than maybe, just maybe, she would fall into another vision. She only wanted to see if he was okay, if his injuries had healed.
A little voice inside her head told her she was lying. She only wanted to see him because he was so good looking.
*****
Vegeta growled. He was in a bad mood. His dreams had been 'haunted' by that blue haired girl. He wasn't sure why, but he seemed to grow warmer just thinking about her. He was feeling some alien emotions and he didn't like not knowing what they were. To make things worse, he was stuck in another vision. He had felt himself slide from the 'haunted' dreamland into the 'cursed' vision just seconds ago. Once again, he could feel her weak, little ki.
The physical pain had subsided quiet a bit and he could walk around now. Still, he wasn't strong enough yet to fight properly. He had a feeling he wouldn't need to. He crossed his arms, legs apart, nose up in the air as he waited for the little ki, which was approaching, to reach him.
Vegeta began to grow impatient as the little woman seemed to be taking her sweet time in arriving. He was about to blast off after her, wanting answers immediately, when he saw her figure break through the shroud of darkness that always accompanied his visions. "Hmph." He glared coldly at her as she smiled at him.
"Hey Vegeta. How are you feeling today?" She continued to approach until they were only a few feet apart.
"My name, is Prince Vegeta. Get it right woman."
An amused look crossed her face. "Oh, okay. In that case, my name is Princess Bulma. Get it right man."
He narrowed his eyes and continued to glare at her. "Woman, I have questions and I want answers. You will answer them or die!" The woman only looked at him, no fear crossing her face at all. "Hmph."
"Okay Prince Veggie. What do you want to know?"
Vegeta fumed. "Prince Veggie? Woman, are you stupid? I said Prince Vegeta, not Veggie!"
The woman's lips began to curl up into a smile. Dispite his anger, he couldn't help but notice how brilliant she looked with a half smile on her face. He unconciously wondered how much more beautiful she would look with a full smile. "So what's your question oh-great-and-mighty Prince Vegeta?" He could hear the sarcasm dripping from her voice.
He faught back the urge to blast her then and there. "Why did you help me? You do not know me."
She sighed. "I do know you. Your the man that tortured and killed all those creatures on those different planets."
His face fell for a second but immediately returned to the regular scowl. So she knew about his little escapades. "If you know, why did you help me? Are you not afraid that I might kill you?"
She stared back at his glaring eyes. "No. I am not afraid of death. I know that everything that is born must eventually die when their time comes. If you kill me, than my time has come. Besides, I cannot stand by and watch a fellow living creature die when I have the capability to help them live. Every life is important, regardless of what you may think."
Vegeta's insides twisted and turned at her words while his face remained set in (yes, you got it) a scowl. Every life was important? No, she was wrong. Some lives were not worth living. You had to kill some people for the sake of the universe. "Hmph. If you think I will spare you because you saved my life, you are wrong."
She didn't give him a response. She merely smiled and looked up. "Why the hell are you looking up woman? There is nothing around here but black shrouds no matter which way you look."
The woman turned to him, shock written all over her face. "What are you talking about Vegeta? There is so much life, just look at those birds up there."
It was Vegeta's turn to be surprised. He was so shocked that he didn't even correct her on his name. "Baka! You are insane! There is nothing, can't you see? You must be blind. Either that or crazy!"
She giggled. He liked her giggle. It was sweet, and like the rest of her, innocent. He had never heard any sounds other than those of battles or pain so her giggle was like music to his ears (he's never heard music either, but work with me here). Slowly, she reached out her hand to touch his. "Look! She pointed up again."
At her touch, Vegeta's world began to swirl. The darkness began to vanish and was replaced by light, trees, flowers and creatures. He could not hide his bewilderment.
Bulma giggled at the look on his face. For some reason, Vegeta made her feel all giddy and happy inside. He was the only person who had that ability over her. She turned away from him as she could feel herself blushing. His hands were much larger than her's and they felt hot and clammy, but she didn't mind. She took a quick glance at him and saw him looking around, almost in awe, as if he had never seen such sights before.
Not knowing that the woman had seen him gaping, Vegeta continued to stare in surprise. Dispite himself, he thought this place was wonderful...beautiful. He had never seen anything like this. Rather, he never had the time to see anything like this. He was always killing and destroying. Had this been what he had been destroying? Did all this beauty really exist?
No! He was not thinking like this. What was this woman doing to him? How could she have this effect on him? Effect? What exactly was the effect she had on him? Damn woman, she was probably some witch who had put a curse on him or something.
Quickly and without warning, Vegeta jerked his hand away. His world quickly became the black void of nothingness again. "Go away woman. Or I will blast you into the next dimension."
Bulma's shock was evident. What had suddenly come over the cold warrior? What had caused his change in attitude? "Vegeta, what's wrong?"
"Woman, I said go away. Unless you really wish to die."
Unwilling to let him scare her off, Bulma placed a hand on his shoulder. Asking more gently, "What's wrong?"
Vegeta could feel his world begin to change again at her touch. Light began to shine through and life could be seen.
"I said leave me alone woman!" His voice was dangerously low. A feint glow of a ki ball began to build up in the palm of his hand.
Bulma refused to budge, standing up taller, wanting him to believe that she was unafraid of his power. She appeared calm on the outside, but her insides twisted and turned, filled with fear. However, her compassion and worry for the sudden change in Vegeta overrode her fear. She closed her eyes, daring the Prince to do his worse.
Vegeta lifted his hand slowly, pointing the ki ball straight at the woman. Two voices sprung up in his head (you know, the little devil and angel, always arguing in cartoons). One voice told him to do it and be rid of her forever. No more annoying visions, no more nightmares, no more her. The second voice, the not so loud voice, told him he shouldn't. "Do you really want to do kill her Vegeta? You know you'll just have even more nightmares if you do it. Do you really want to be rid of her?"
Vegeta stood, confused as to what to do. What did he want to do? Damn. He had never felt so confused, so indecisive, in his whole life.
SPECIAL NOTE: To answer a question, Bulma knows Vegeta is his name (when they meet in 'Frist...Encounter') because he says so when he tells her to go away. He says: "Go away baka woman or I will blast you myself! I am Prince Vegeta and you are not worthy enough to come near me." Okie? Good. Anyway, there you have it! The second chapter dedicated completely to B/V. Did I keep my promise or what? K/CC fans, please don't throw anything at me, especially daggers. They tend to hurt quiet a bit. ^_^
AUTHOR'S NOTE: A note to 'u don't want to know', it is people like you who never cease to amuse me. You have the courage to tell me that you hate my story, but you don't have the guts to leave your name or an email address. What's that? That is like challenging someone to a fight when you have ten friends who will fight alongside you and they only have one person. That is just gutless. It is like hiding behind a mask of security. I believe in freedom of speech and everything, but next time, if you, or anyone else for that matter, wants to tell me you hate my story, have the guts to leave your name, don't hide behind a mask.
AUTHOR: Rachel Wong
AUTHOR'S EMAIL: Hidden_Angel_83@hotmail.com
RATING: PG-13
PAIRINGS: B/V
WARNINGS: None
NOTE: This is set in an alternate universe. Please do not read it if you do not like A/U's. As I have mentioned, this is a story about B/V. There will be a bit on G/CC as well. If you don't like them, please don't read. And YES! Everyone is OOC (out of character) other than Vegeta. Like I said, this is an A/U. It is MY A/U. So if you don't like it, don't read it. If you have the time, please also read my partnered fic (partner is Kureeji) called Eyes in Dark Corners.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dragonball Z and am in no way connected to them. I only wish I was, than I'd have at least SOME $$$. Seeing as how I am broke, sueing me would do you no good. =Þ
Last time on Bond:
Bulma walked along beside Bardock, lost in her own little dream land. She was happy for Kakkarot and Chi Chi, but something else was on her mind. This Vegeta guy, he kept wandering around in her head, never far from her thoughts (can you imagine a little, miniature Vegeta stomping around in her head? How cute eh?). She couldn't explain it but dispite all the evil that she had seen him do, she still felt that he had a good heart. Sighing inwardly to herself, she couldn't wait for night to fall. Than maybe, just maybe, she would fall into another vision. She only wanted to see if he was okay, if his injuries had healed.
A little voice inside her head told her she was lying. She only wanted to see him because he was so good looking.
*****
Vegeta growled. He was in a bad mood. His dreams had been 'haunted' by that blue haired girl. He wasn't sure why, but he seemed to grow warmer just thinking about her. He was feeling some alien emotions and he didn't like not knowing what they were. To make things worse, he was stuck in another vision. He had felt himself slide from the 'haunted' dreamland into the 'cursed' vision just seconds ago. Once again, he could feel her weak, little ki.
The physical pain had subsided quiet a bit and he could walk around now. Still, he wasn't strong enough yet to fight properly. He had a feeling he wouldn't need to. He crossed his arms, legs apart, nose up in the air as he waited for the little ki, which was approaching, to reach him.
Vegeta began to grow impatient as the little woman seemed to be taking her sweet time in arriving. He was about to blast off after her, wanting answers immediately, when he saw her figure break through the shroud of darkness that always accompanied his visions. "Hmph." He glared coldly at her as she smiled at him.
"Hey Vegeta. How are you feeling today?" She continued to approach until they were only a few feet apart.
"My name, is Prince Vegeta. Get it right woman."
An amused look crossed her face. "Oh, okay. In that case, my name is Princess Bulma. Get it right man."
He narrowed his eyes and continued to glare at her. "Woman, I have questions and I want answers. You will answer them or die!" The woman only looked at him, no fear crossing her face at all. "Hmph."
"Okay Prince Veggie. What do you want to know?"
Vegeta fumed. "Prince Veggie? Woman, are you stupid? I said Prince Vegeta, not Veggie!"
The woman's lips began to curl up into a smile. Dispite his anger, he couldn't help but notice how brilliant she looked with a half smile on her face. He unconciously wondered how much more beautiful she would look with a full smile. "So what's your question oh-great-and-mighty Prince Vegeta?" He could hear the sarcasm dripping from her voice.
He faught back the urge to blast her then and there. "Why did you help me? You do not know me."
She sighed. "I do know you. Your the man that tortured and killed all those creatures on those different planets."
His face fell for a second but immediately returned to the regular scowl. So she knew about his little escapades. "If you know, why did you help me? Are you not afraid that I might kill you?"
She stared back at his glaring eyes. "No. I am not afraid of death. I know that everything that is born must eventually die when their time comes. If you kill me, than my time has come. Besides, I cannot stand by and watch a fellow living creature die when I have the capability to help them live. Every life is important, regardless of what you may think."
Vegeta's insides twisted and turned at her words while his face remained set in (yes, you got it) a scowl. Every life was important? No, she was wrong. Some lives were not worth living. You had to kill some people for the sake of the universe. "Hmph. If you think I will spare you because you saved my life, you are wrong."
She didn't give him a response. She merely smiled and looked up. "Why the hell are you looking up woman? There is nothing around here but black shrouds no matter which way you look."
The woman turned to him, shock written all over her face. "What are you talking about Vegeta? There is so much life, just look at those birds up there."
It was Vegeta's turn to be surprised. He was so shocked that he didn't even correct her on his name. "Baka! You are insane! There is nothing, can't you see? You must be blind. Either that or crazy!"
She giggled. He liked her giggle. It was sweet, and like the rest of her, innocent. He had never heard any sounds other than those of battles or pain so her giggle was like music to his ears (he's never heard music either, but work with me here). Slowly, she reached out her hand to touch his. "Look! She pointed up again."
At her touch, Vegeta's world began to swirl. The darkness began to vanish and was replaced by light, trees, flowers and creatures. He could not hide his bewilderment.
Bulma giggled at the look on his face. For some reason, Vegeta made her feel all giddy and happy inside. He was the only person who had that ability over her. She turned away from him as she could feel herself blushing. His hands were much larger than her's and they felt hot and clammy, but she didn't mind. She took a quick glance at him and saw him looking around, almost in awe, as if he had never seen such sights before.
Not knowing that the woman had seen him gaping, Vegeta continued to stare in surprise. Dispite himself, he thought this place was wonderful...beautiful. He had never seen anything like this. Rather, he never had the time to see anything like this. He was always killing and destroying. Had this been what he had been destroying? Did all this beauty really exist?
No! He was not thinking like this. What was this woman doing to him? How could she have this effect on him? Effect? What exactly was the effect she had on him? Damn woman, she was probably some witch who had put a curse on him or something.
Quickly and without warning, Vegeta jerked his hand away. His world quickly became the black void of nothingness again. "Go away woman. Or I will blast you into the next dimension."
Bulma's shock was evident. What had suddenly come over the cold warrior? What had caused his change in attitude? "Vegeta, what's wrong?"
"Woman, I said go away. Unless you really wish to die."
Unwilling to let him scare her off, Bulma placed a hand on his shoulder. Asking more gently, "What's wrong?"
Vegeta could feel his world begin to change again at her touch. Light began to shine through and life could be seen.
"I said leave me alone woman!" His voice was dangerously low. A feint glow of a ki ball began to build up in the palm of his hand.
Bulma refused to budge, standing up taller, wanting him to believe that she was unafraid of his power. She appeared calm on the outside, but her insides twisted and turned, filled with fear. However, her compassion and worry for the sudden change in Vegeta overrode her fear. She closed her eyes, daring the Prince to do his worse.
Vegeta lifted his hand slowly, pointing the ki ball straight at the woman. Two voices sprung up in his head (you know, the little devil and angel, always arguing in cartoons). One voice told him to do it and be rid of her forever. No more annoying visions, no more nightmares, no more her. The second voice, the not so loud voice, told him he shouldn't. "Do you really want to do kill her Vegeta? You know you'll just have even more nightmares if you do it. Do you really want to be rid of her?"
Vegeta stood, confused as to what to do. What did he want to do? Damn. He had never felt so confused, so indecisive, in his whole life.
SPECIAL NOTE: To answer a question, Bulma knows Vegeta is his name (when they meet in 'Frist...Encounter') because he says so when he tells her to go away. He says: "Go away baka woman or I will blast you myself! I am Prince Vegeta and you are not worthy enough to come near me." Okie? Good. Anyway, there you have it! The second chapter dedicated completely to B/V. Did I keep my promise or what? K/CC fans, please don't throw anything at me, especially daggers. They tend to hurt quiet a bit. ^_^
AUTHOR'S NOTE: A note to 'u don't want to know', it is people like you who never cease to amuse me. You have the courage to tell me that you hate my story, but you don't have the guts to leave your name or an email address. What's that? That is like challenging someone to a fight when you have ten friends who will fight alongside you and they only have one person. That is just gutless. It is like hiding behind a mask of security. I believe in freedom of speech and everything, but next time, if you, or anyone else for that matter, wants to tell me you hate my story, have the guts to leave your name, don't hide behind a mask.