Soliloquy in the Dark
Chapter Eight
huddled in a corner rocking back and
forth and peering out from under her hair
imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorry…
Disclaimer: I don't own nuffin mate. Dat
aint mine! It just fell offa backa dat lorry, dinnit. It belongs to some
Japanese guy dunnit. 0_o
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Vegeta went into the house
and allowed himself to fall into the couch, stretching out and yawning before
relaxing back, one arm hanging towards the floor, one foot dangling over the
edge of the sofa arm.
He lay for a little
while, not really thinking of anything in particular, he was too tired.
The next thing he
knew, he was wandering down endlessly long and turning maroon corridors, which weren't
as bad as the grey floor. He walked meanderingly down along, not knowing where
he was going and following a monotonous mantra from far off in the distance. It
had started out as a heady thrum of sound, but it cleared as he got nearer till
he heard what it was saying. 'bugs on
me-bugs on me-bugs on me-bugs on me...'. This nonsensical chant echoed and reverberated in its muttering low pitch.
As Vegeta followed it
he found himself moving away from the door he was trying to reach. Or rather,
that it was moving away from him. Each step he took forward made the door
retreat. Thinking this over, he began walking backwards. Just as he had
suspected, the door began moving towards him until it was suddenly behind him.
He stepped backwards into it and found himself staring at the back of what
looked like a doctor of some sort, with it's arms stretched out. The arm was
moving strangely as the man chanted.
When his vision had
adjusted to the light in this room, Vegeta saw that the arm was covered in
thousands of tiny misshapen mice. They
were removing the arm that was there and were replacing it with a smaller one.
It was quite possibly the most horrible thing Vegeta had ever seen. As he
turned to leave, the doctor figure spoke in a language un-known to Vegeta.
To his mounting
horror, the mice-like beasts started swarming towards where he stood. A door
had materialised where the door had previously been. He was trapped! He turned
and faced the tiny monsters, aiming a powerful ki blast at them, but they
withstood it. They formed themselves into a large, cloaked figure, which
advanced menacingly towards the Saiyan Prince.
Vegeta suddenly found
that he had lost all control over his ki power. He was helpless against the
power of these things. He pressed himself as far as he could into the wall, an
action that triggered something deep inside him, something that would only make
itself known when he was conscious again. As he braced himself for the oncoming
hit, he heard the melodious singing that he had heard earlier, that voice that
had also conjured up forgotten feelings of sanctuary. He felt, rather than saw,
the new but familiar presence encloak itself around him, and he suddenly felt
more safe than he had ever felt. He dropped into a deeper sleep.
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Bulma had been more
than scared when she realised how closely she had come to being killed. She had
been petrified. Although she could let that hit her now, the kind of
psychological make-up that she had, irrepressible and aggressive, had
transformed that terror into anger. It hadn't been as if Vegeta was some
unknown enemy, like Zarbon had been for instance, because then she had cowered,
uncertainty making her fear.
She felt that Vegeta
owed her something; after all, she had extended the hand of Capsule Corps.
hospitality towards him, even though he tried to kill everyone she cared about.
So, she had slipped into anger mode, the mind-set that she had come to adopt as
second nature in her dealings with the volatile and mulish Prince.
Now, however, it was
just sinking into her that he had almost taken her life, while asleep! It made
her realise that Vegeta wasn't only the diminutive, complaining, egotistical
brat that she had classified him as. She suddenly remembered that he had once
been working for one of the most powerful tyrants in the galaxy, and that he
had probably taken thousands of lives before coming to Earth, probably even
planets. And all this while, she had been baiting a naturally argumentative and
combat-loving alien who controlled power beyond her imagining, enough to do her
damage even if he wasn't as powerful as Goku.
So it must be true
then. The only reason he hadn't yet killed her was because she was useful to
him tactically. She decided that she
would try and stay out of his way from now on, even though she wasn't going to
creep about like some kind of timid animal in her own house. But, she supposed,
to avoid being almost killed again, she would stop looking for an argument from
him. Shame though, it had been fun while it had lasted.
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I hope your not too mad at me
cringes. I've had a hard time getting back up on this. Luckily, I've
now got a comp in my room, so I can work on this fic more often without...
ahem... 'spectators' watching me. That SO puts me off. GO READ SOLO_MAXWELLS
FICS, OR ELSE!!! Cade VD would also benefit from some RnR'ing. =)
Peace, out.