Hi all! Whew! * Whips away stray sweat * Chapter 8!: As you know this is
my first attempt at a DBZ romance so I'm like…. excited! Hehehe! But
anyhow, lets get this Rollin'. Yay!, it about to get more gory, so keep
reading!
Disclaimer: I don't own 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! ^_~
AN: Okayokay…sorry for all you Yamcha lovers, but this is more Yamcha bashing! I am just playing this all by ear. Now lets have some more fun, eh? This Chapter will take yet another interesting turn! So stay tuned for this new Chapter. * Evil laughs * Haha! I finally corrected myself. Seeeeee its not omna is onna! Thanks to all for correcting me!
Thanks to ssjprincess for giving me the ideas for this chapter and the following ones to come and for helping me the lineout for this chapter! You go girl! And thanks to all who reviewed my stories 28+ you're all so sweet! ^_^
AFN: Okay, peeps…to those who reviewed on the watcher…I made him up! ^^ I needed an evil guy and fast, so I used my whacked brain to make up a char. ^^ Those voices are what you might saw lose souls who were killed by The Watcher. Their trying to warn the peeps he's after about him and now how to kill him. I will get into more about it all as it goes along. (Okay, just a note…. remember when I mentioned Brit? Well, lets just say Brit is a traitor and now she's going to pay the "Ultimate" price. Hehe, you'll see! ^_~ Keep reading you DBZ fans!)
Wishful dreams, tattered hearts
© Bre 2001, all rights reserved
Chapter Eight
Vegeta screamed. Thrusting his arms, he could still see the watcher coming after him.
Storming off the lawn chair that was his temporarily his bed. He put his head in hands, trying to forget the jabbering voices from the dream.
Bulma, who had barely come outside, saw Vegeta lying on the tossing and turning, fighting against his will. Bulma rushed over to him, to wake him up. After saying his name a few times, he bolted upright and screamed. His scream was so loud, it echoed in the air.
"Vegeta?" Vegeta didn't wake up. He was fighting against something. Bulma didn't know what it was or what caused a nightmare, but all Bulma knew that he was in a nightmare he couldn't win.
"Vegeta wake up" she called again. Shaking him lightly, she tried to wake him up. Then suddenly, his eyes flew opened, and he screamed. Trusting his arms, Bulma fell backwards into the patio. Vegeta stormed off the patio chair, panting. His whole body was drenched in sweat. Holding his head, Bulma saw that he was fighting against something even now while he was awake. "Vegeta? What's wrong?" Bulma asked in concern. Vegeta had a hard time focusing his eyes, but went he did, his raven eyes fell upon the beauty of the woman he loved. But instead of being relieved, he was enraged. That bake onna saw him weak. 'Blast!' he silently cursed himself.
Bulma walked up to him, more worried to see him like this. She saw him look at her like she was the plague. Bulma laid a concerned hand on him. He flinched and stepped back, not wanting to be pitied. "Get away from me woman" he chocked. His head throbbed, his heart raced, and his vision distorted. Running off, he took off to his gravity room to get away from her meddling questions. Once there, he slammed the gravity room door shut and fell to the floor, catching his breath.
Vegeta sat there for a long time, watching the light in his gravity room fading away. He thought back with a clouded mind. What had happened back there? Sure he had a nightmare. He had had many of those through his lifetime, but this, he knew, was much different. It wasn't nothing like the rest. Vegeta growled. 'Danged if I will let this foolish nightmare get to me!' he cursed at himself for being weak. His pride would not allow this. And he would take it to the grave it if meant keeping his pride in tack from every prying eyes. Getting up, he turned on the gravity machine and started vigorous training to get himself back into his strong ways.
A few hours later…just before nightfall…
"So what did you tell her?" Brit said, playing seductively with Yamcha's muscles. She was drunk from the parting they did. Holding onto Yamcha was her only support from falling on her face when she spoke.
Yamcha smiled down, slightly drunken from his date he had with Brit. "Well…I told her I had a cold and I couldn't make for our date," he slurred.
Brit cooed, "Good. With Bulma out of the way, we can be free from her nagging and wining" Brit played with Yamcha's head, teasing him.
Yamcha kissed Brit, holding her tightly. Wrapping her arms around him, she opened her mouth so he could slide his tongue hungrily into her awaiting mouth. Brit moaned against his lips ravished her mouth. Suddenly, against the wind, a voice could be heard…
"1…2…I'm here for you…"
Yamcha stopped kissing Brit, earning a whimper from her in response. "Shh, did you hear that?" he asked in a hush tone.
Brit gazed up into his off tone brown eyes. "Hear what?" she asked.
Yamcha waited a few minutes. When nothing happened, Yamcha shook it off and proceeded to continue when the wind shifted and voices appeared to come from nowhere…
"Run away"
"Hide!!"
"Run for you life"
"Find the crystal of life"
"No where to run…he's here for you"
Yamcha's blood ran cold. Where were those voices coming from? He looked around in all directions, trying to determine who was out there trying to spook him. Yamcha tried to think of many things that could have caused it. 'The wind?' Yamcha shrubed that off because of the painful fact that those were voices he heard. 'Or is it just some dumb kid trying to scare the crap out of me?' Yamcha frowned. 'Yea..its just some punk kid'
Meanwhile, a confused Brit watched her lovers' expression. She could place it. She didn't know what he meant by "Did you hear that?". She didn't hear anything. If anything at all, she heard the wind blow a few papers near by, but nothing that would
Be of concern.
"Yamcha?" she asked. He just stood in a trance-like state, looking around to see if there was anyone near by. "Yamcha?" she said more forcefully, still trying to get her lovers attention. Finally, after ten minutes of waiting, she said, "YAMCHA!!"
Yamcha jumped out of his skin. "Kami Brit! Your scared me" Yamcha held his chest tightly, taking deep breaths to calm his racing heart.
Brit places her hands tightly against her slender hips, "I called you twice Yamhca. What were you looking at?" Brit tapped her foot impatiently.
Yamcha blinked, He had totally forgotten about his date. Yamcha promptly scratched his head awkwardly, "I thought I heard someone talking is all" Yamcha had to think fast to help get her mind away from the fact that he had totally forgotten she was around, so smiling his best seductive smile, he suavely eased to her show his date he was fine. Wrapping his strong manly arms around Brit, he softly kissed her sweetly earning a soft groan from his lover.
Brit signed, smiling up at her lover. "I'm sorry baby. I just was worry. You looked like you were about ready to faint or something. You looked pale" Brit said, studying him.
Yamcha shrugged with an assuring smile. "Me? No! I'm fine," he laughed nervously, hoping she would by it. She did apparently, because when he looked at her expression, he let out an inner sigh of relief.
Brit smiled. "Okay…so, lets go already. It's freezing out here!" she shivered slightly from the cooled breeze.
Yamcha grinned, "Don't worry babe. I'll be your personal insulator," he said, and then he kissed her neck earning a giggle in response.
Soon after, they arrived in front of Brit's front door. Yamcha pulled Brit to him and gave her a long kiss. Finally, Yamcha pulled away from the kiss and looked at Brit.
"Would you like to come inside?" Brit asked seductively.
Yamcha smiled a big smile then sadly shook his head. "Naw, babe. I'm going to Bulma's."
"BULMA'S! But, I thought you said you were going to be with me now!" Brit pouted.
Yamcha gave Brit a quick kiss. "Don't worry babe, I'm going to Bulma's to call it quits with her. You have nothing to worry about." Yamcha replied smiling, still lightly drunken from earlier.
He then gave Brit another deep kiss and then reluctantly pulled away as Brit gave a whimper of protest.
"I'll be back." Yamcha whispered passionately to Brit as he winked.
Brit ran her hand through her hair, making herself more alluring. "I'll be waiting" then she winked.
Feeling high as ever, Yamcha set out to break up with Bulma. Little did he know that someone from the shadows of the black darkness was watching him…waiting to make his move.
Hehehe….cliffhanger time! Sorry peeps but this is Part One. Part Two is yet to come!
R/R please!!! Neeeeeeeeed feedback!
Disclaimer: I don't own 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! ^_~
AN: Okayokay…sorry for all you Yamcha lovers, but this is more Yamcha bashing! I am just playing this all by ear. Now lets have some more fun, eh? This Chapter will take yet another interesting turn! So stay tuned for this new Chapter. * Evil laughs * Haha! I finally corrected myself. Seeeeee its not omna is onna! Thanks to all for correcting me!
Thanks to ssjprincess for giving me the ideas for this chapter and the following ones to come and for helping me the lineout for this chapter! You go girl! And thanks to all who reviewed my stories 28+ you're all so sweet! ^_^
AFN: Okay, peeps…to those who reviewed on the watcher…I made him up! ^^ I needed an evil guy and fast, so I used my whacked brain to make up a char. ^^ Those voices are what you might saw lose souls who were killed by The Watcher. Their trying to warn the peeps he's after about him and now how to kill him. I will get into more about it all as it goes along. (Okay, just a note…. remember when I mentioned Brit? Well, lets just say Brit is a traitor and now she's going to pay the "Ultimate" price. Hehe, you'll see! ^_~ Keep reading you DBZ fans!)
Wishful dreams, tattered hearts
© Bre 2001, all rights reserved
Chapter Eight
Vegeta screamed. Thrusting his arms, he could still see the watcher coming after him.
Storming off the lawn chair that was his temporarily his bed. He put his head in hands, trying to forget the jabbering voices from the dream.
Bulma, who had barely come outside, saw Vegeta lying on the tossing and turning, fighting against his will. Bulma rushed over to him, to wake him up. After saying his name a few times, he bolted upright and screamed. His scream was so loud, it echoed in the air.
"Vegeta?" Vegeta didn't wake up. He was fighting against something. Bulma didn't know what it was or what caused a nightmare, but all Bulma knew that he was in a nightmare he couldn't win.
"Vegeta wake up" she called again. Shaking him lightly, she tried to wake him up. Then suddenly, his eyes flew opened, and he screamed. Trusting his arms, Bulma fell backwards into the patio. Vegeta stormed off the patio chair, panting. His whole body was drenched in sweat. Holding his head, Bulma saw that he was fighting against something even now while he was awake. "Vegeta? What's wrong?" Bulma asked in concern. Vegeta had a hard time focusing his eyes, but went he did, his raven eyes fell upon the beauty of the woman he loved. But instead of being relieved, he was enraged. That bake onna saw him weak. 'Blast!' he silently cursed himself.
Bulma walked up to him, more worried to see him like this. She saw him look at her like she was the plague. Bulma laid a concerned hand on him. He flinched and stepped back, not wanting to be pitied. "Get away from me woman" he chocked. His head throbbed, his heart raced, and his vision distorted. Running off, he took off to his gravity room to get away from her meddling questions. Once there, he slammed the gravity room door shut and fell to the floor, catching his breath.
Vegeta sat there for a long time, watching the light in his gravity room fading away. He thought back with a clouded mind. What had happened back there? Sure he had a nightmare. He had had many of those through his lifetime, but this, he knew, was much different. It wasn't nothing like the rest. Vegeta growled. 'Danged if I will let this foolish nightmare get to me!' he cursed at himself for being weak. His pride would not allow this. And he would take it to the grave it if meant keeping his pride in tack from every prying eyes. Getting up, he turned on the gravity machine and started vigorous training to get himself back into his strong ways.
A few hours later…just before nightfall…
"So what did you tell her?" Brit said, playing seductively with Yamcha's muscles. She was drunk from the parting they did. Holding onto Yamcha was her only support from falling on her face when she spoke.
Yamcha smiled down, slightly drunken from his date he had with Brit. "Well…I told her I had a cold and I couldn't make for our date," he slurred.
Brit cooed, "Good. With Bulma out of the way, we can be free from her nagging and wining" Brit played with Yamcha's head, teasing him.
Yamcha kissed Brit, holding her tightly. Wrapping her arms around him, she opened her mouth so he could slide his tongue hungrily into her awaiting mouth. Brit moaned against his lips ravished her mouth. Suddenly, against the wind, a voice could be heard…
"1…2…I'm here for you…"
Yamcha stopped kissing Brit, earning a whimper from her in response. "Shh, did you hear that?" he asked in a hush tone.
Brit gazed up into his off tone brown eyes. "Hear what?" she asked.
Yamcha waited a few minutes. When nothing happened, Yamcha shook it off and proceeded to continue when the wind shifted and voices appeared to come from nowhere…
"Run away"
"Hide!!"
"Run for you life"
"Find the crystal of life"
"No where to run…he's here for you"
Yamcha's blood ran cold. Where were those voices coming from? He looked around in all directions, trying to determine who was out there trying to spook him. Yamcha tried to think of many things that could have caused it. 'The wind?' Yamcha shrubed that off because of the painful fact that those were voices he heard. 'Or is it just some dumb kid trying to scare the crap out of me?' Yamcha frowned. 'Yea..its just some punk kid'
Meanwhile, a confused Brit watched her lovers' expression. She could place it. She didn't know what he meant by "Did you hear that?". She didn't hear anything. If anything at all, she heard the wind blow a few papers near by, but nothing that would
Be of concern.
"Yamcha?" she asked. He just stood in a trance-like state, looking around to see if there was anyone near by. "Yamcha?" she said more forcefully, still trying to get her lovers attention. Finally, after ten minutes of waiting, she said, "YAMCHA!!"
Yamcha jumped out of his skin. "Kami Brit! Your scared me" Yamcha held his chest tightly, taking deep breaths to calm his racing heart.
Brit places her hands tightly against her slender hips, "I called you twice Yamhca. What were you looking at?" Brit tapped her foot impatiently.
Yamcha blinked, He had totally forgotten about his date. Yamcha promptly scratched his head awkwardly, "I thought I heard someone talking is all" Yamcha had to think fast to help get her mind away from the fact that he had totally forgotten she was around, so smiling his best seductive smile, he suavely eased to her show his date he was fine. Wrapping his strong manly arms around Brit, he softly kissed her sweetly earning a soft groan from his lover.
Brit signed, smiling up at her lover. "I'm sorry baby. I just was worry. You looked like you were about ready to faint or something. You looked pale" Brit said, studying him.
Yamcha shrugged with an assuring smile. "Me? No! I'm fine," he laughed nervously, hoping she would by it. She did apparently, because when he looked at her expression, he let out an inner sigh of relief.
Brit smiled. "Okay…so, lets go already. It's freezing out here!" she shivered slightly from the cooled breeze.
Yamcha grinned, "Don't worry babe. I'll be your personal insulator," he said, and then he kissed her neck earning a giggle in response.
Soon after, they arrived in front of Brit's front door. Yamcha pulled Brit to him and gave her a long kiss. Finally, Yamcha pulled away from the kiss and looked at Brit.
"Would you like to come inside?" Brit asked seductively.
Yamcha smiled a big smile then sadly shook his head. "Naw, babe. I'm going to Bulma's."
"BULMA'S! But, I thought you said you were going to be with me now!" Brit pouted.
Yamcha gave Brit a quick kiss. "Don't worry babe, I'm going to Bulma's to call it quits with her. You have nothing to worry about." Yamcha replied smiling, still lightly drunken from earlier.
He then gave Brit another deep kiss and then reluctantly pulled away as Brit gave a whimper of protest.
"I'll be back." Yamcha whispered passionately to Brit as he winked.
Brit ran her hand through her hair, making herself more alluring. "I'll be waiting" then she winked.
Feeling high as ever, Yamcha set out to break up with Bulma. Little did he know that someone from the shadows of the black darkness was watching him…waiting to make his move.
Hehehe….cliffhanger time! Sorry peeps but this is Part One. Part Two is yet to come!
R/R please!!! Neeeeeeeeed feedback!
