Hi all! I'm back and with a new chapter peoples!! As you know
this is my first attempt at a DBZ romance so I am like Duh and I
am like.. excited! Hehehe! But anyhow, lets get this Rollin'.
Okay okay, just for references only, this story MIGHT turn into
a rated R for strong situations (Like violence, blood scenes,
ect.but no sex!!)
Disclaimer: I don't any of the DB series whatsoever. This story is written for the pure soul purpose of entertainment of its readings. No money will be made. Thanks! So, please don't sue me! I don't have any money! ^_^
Wishful dreams, tattered hearts
© Bre 2001, all rights reserved
Chapter Four
Feeling the warmth on the sun's glow on her face, Bulma opened her eyes a bright room swamped in sunlight. Looking around, Bulma saw that Vegeta was already gone. Bulma signed. She was looking forward to waking up and seeing him still sleeping next to her, but she also wasn't surprised to see him gone. "Figures he'd just run off. What a danged butt" she said aloud to the silence of the room. Getting up, Bulma didn't notice that her head hurt until she moved. When she did, a throbbing pain engulfed her head. "Ugh!" Bulma held her head with both hands. Bulma groaned. "Uh, geez.why do I feel like I have a hang over?" Bulma asked herself. Indeed her head felt like it was in a throbbing vice. Must like that way she felt after her last hang over.
Getting up slowly, Bulma softly eased her way to the bathroom, hanging on to furniture to steady herself as she went. When she got to the bathroom, her head was pounding madly. Bulma could feel the chunks of nausea start to rise in her throat. Choking that wave down, she stumbled her way the medicine chest to find some aspirin. The Mirror the loomed in front of her held an eerie texture as the unlighted room reflected the light from the bedroom. When Bulma looked into the mirror, she gasped at her own reflection. But it wasn't hers! It was something else staring back at her, with an evil eerie grin plastered on the figures face. It was dressed in all black or so it seems cause in the background behind him, there was nothing but darkness except for a light that cast a shadow on him. On his head a large brimmed hate that covered his eyes and nose. All she saw was his smile. His evil, heartless, smile. He's cracked lips pulled into a menacing from then to an evil smirk as her face turned to horror at his sight.
Bulma froze. Who or what was she looking at? His cracked voice filled her mind. "I am someone else" he replied as if he heard her mental thoughts. Bulma choked down a dry chunk that seemed to lodge in her throat. "What..do..you mean..someone else?" Bulma's voice cracked with every attempt at her words. He's hoarse laugh filled the room in an unnatural way. "Patience little one. You shall know who I am.soon enough. But for now, be afraid of every turn. Because I am watching you" He laughed and then just as suddenly as he appeared, he was gone.
Bulma stood still, watching the now empty mirror, which held her tattered image. Then what seemed like an eternity, Bulma breathed slowly own, trying to calm herself down. It failed. She bust into hot tears. Crumbling to the ground, she brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them tightly. Rocking back and forth, she shook all over. 'What is going on? Why me? Why does those thing want me?' those and many other questions filled her tired and shaky thoughts. She didn't know what to do. One day she was fine and the next time she slept, this thing appeared and started to haunt her. But the worse part was, she couldn't fight it. She didn't know how. She doubted any of the Earth's Z-Fighters could fight whomever or whatever who was bother her. After all, this being was in the one place no one could get to.her dreams. Bulma's shivering became
More violent at this thought. 'Why me?' she kept asking herself. All she got back was empty answers.
Hi all!, well..how was it!? Boring? Good!? You rock!!? What!!? R/R please! It's vary much welcome! ^^ I am also sorry it was short again, I didn't mean for it to happen this way, BUT it did! But the next one will be longer! Later for now.Chapter 5 soon to come! Ja ne!
Disclaimer: I don't any of the DB series whatsoever. This story is written for the pure soul purpose of entertainment of its readings. No money will be made. Thanks! So, please don't sue me! I don't have any money! ^_^
Wishful dreams, tattered hearts
© Bre 2001, all rights reserved
Chapter Four
Feeling the warmth on the sun's glow on her face, Bulma opened her eyes a bright room swamped in sunlight. Looking around, Bulma saw that Vegeta was already gone. Bulma signed. She was looking forward to waking up and seeing him still sleeping next to her, but she also wasn't surprised to see him gone. "Figures he'd just run off. What a danged butt" she said aloud to the silence of the room. Getting up, Bulma didn't notice that her head hurt until she moved. When she did, a throbbing pain engulfed her head. "Ugh!" Bulma held her head with both hands. Bulma groaned. "Uh, geez.why do I feel like I have a hang over?" Bulma asked herself. Indeed her head felt like it was in a throbbing vice. Must like that way she felt after her last hang over.
Getting up slowly, Bulma softly eased her way to the bathroom, hanging on to furniture to steady herself as she went. When she got to the bathroom, her head was pounding madly. Bulma could feel the chunks of nausea start to rise in her throat. Choking that wave down, she stumbled her way the medicine chest to find some aspirin. The Mirror the loomed in front of her held an eerie texture as the unlighted room reflected the light from the bedroom. When Bulma looked into the mirror, she gasped at her own reflection. But it wasn't hers! It was something else staring back at her, with an evil eerie grin plastered on the figures face. It was dressed in all black or so it seems cause in the background behind him, there was nothing but darkness except for a light that cast a shadow on him. On his head a large brimmed hate that covered his eyes and nose. All she saw was his smile. His evil, heartless, smile. He's cracked lips pulled into a menacing from then to an evil smirk as her face turned to horror at his sight.
Bulma froze. Who or what was she looking at? His cracked voice filled her mind. "I am someone else" he replied as if he heard her mental thoughts. Bulma choked down a dry chunk that seemed to lodge in her throat. "What..do..you mean..someone else?" Bulma's voice cracked with every attempt at her words. He's hoarse laugh filled the room in an unnatural way. "Patience little one. You shall know who I am.soon enough. But for now, be afraid of every turn. Because I am watching you" He laughed and then just as suddenly as he appeared, he was gone.
Bulma stood still, watching the now empty mirror, which held her tattered image. Then what seemed like an eternity, Bulma breathed slowly own, trying to calm herself down. It failed. She bust into hot tears. Crumbling to the ground, she brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them tightly. Rocking back and forth, she shook all over. 'What is going on? Why me? Why does those thing want me?' those and many other questions filled her tired and shaky thoughts. She didn't know what to do. One day she was fine and the next time she slept, this thing appeared and started to haunt her. But the worse part was, she couldn't fight it. She didn't know how. She doubted any of the Earth's Z-Fighters could fight whomever or whatever who was bother her. After all, this being was in the one place no one could get to.her dreams. Bulma's shivering became
More violent at this thought. 'Why me?' she kept asking herself. All she got back was empty answers.
Hi all!, well..how was it!? Boring? Good!? You rock!!? What!!? R/R please! It's vary much welcome! ^^ I am also sorry it was short again, I didn't mean for it to happen this way, BUT it did! But the next one will be longer! Later for now.Chapter 5 soon to come! Ja ne!
