Hi all, Chapter 19 is up. I am sorry it to me so long, but a nasty writers' block hit me for days. But here it is now! : As you know this is my first attempt at a DBZ romance so I'm like…. So totally excited here!! Hehehe! But anyhow, lets get this Rollin'. Well, as you might have guessed it…I am not through yet! I have so much more to go till this ficcy is done!

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AN: Well guess what…this story has reached over 100+ reviews! I am so very happy!

And to my first flame…. No offence to you, but what was with that review? There is nothing wrong with a chapter only having 4 paragraphs in them. Although, I admit its short, but it gets to the point. That's what I needed at that time, so I have no regrets.



Special thanks to: Midnight for all your help!



WARNING!: VIOLENT AND GRAPHIC CONTENT! Be warned! And this is slightly OOC and a tearjerker. Tissue alert!







Wishful dreams, tattered hearts

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Chapter Nineteen

Part One



"Vegeta…"



Vegeta looked around, trying to pinpoint the source of the mysterious echo. To him, it sounded like his onna. It sounded dreamy and carefree.



"Vegeta…help me…"



This time, his onna's voice sounded like it was in danger. Vegeta growled. Vegeta didn't know what to do. All he saw around him was nothing. It was nothing but a calm gray still that seeped into every craves of his being. Vegeta was walking now. Heading into the grayish surroundings. It was odd. It reminded him of his first dream, but this time it was not a battlefield. Instead it looked like a open gray space. Nothing but gray from top to bottom with no visible end in sight.



Then the grayish nothing turned it a surrounding like nothing he had ever seen before. Before him, around him, litterly all sides of him was red, white, and black. Then it shifted again. Into a dry dessert that stretched as far as his eyes could see. Winds whipped around his, stirring large amounts of dust and sand into large circular patterns. It wasn't much of a sight, but what seemed to loom within them, that caught Vegeta off guard. It was his onna. But she wasn't like her usual self. She stood a few feet away from him in shambles. Her dress that looked like a sight to see was not in pieces, which was now torn in different places all over it. Dirty in varies places over it, her skin was covered in mud as if she was thrown into a mud puddle. But that didn't stop him from gasping at the other sights. She was cut deep in different places. Blood dripped from the sides of her mouth indicating to him she must be bleeding internally.



He watched her stumble to him, coughing and limping her way along a painted trail of red sand. Vegeta then noticed the landscape changing again. It turned into a blood-splattered dessert that was nothing but death. Vegeta got a chill up his spin as he saw the area match Bulma's battered body.



"Onna…?" He asked, not knowing what to think. He was staring at the woman he cared enough for not to kill. What could he do? Nothing. He gritted his teeth.



"Vegeta…he came…" She hoarded out just before she stumbled and fell to the ground.



Vegeta in an instant was by her side, holding her as her once battered form turned into a corpse-like body that still breathed.



"Vegeta…I'm dying" she managed to rasp out. Spitting up blood, her eyes slowly showed the result of fading into death.



Vegeta growled. He didn't want this baka woman to die. She was his. He be danged if he would let her die. "Woman, shut up about dying. You're not going to die" then he adds, "Who will fix the gravity room when it breaks" he then tries to smirk, but it just wouldn't come. He didn't know he was showing such emotion, but all he knew was his would be mate was dying in his arms.



Bulma's eyes that once would show storms or blazing fires were now slowly dying away.

Her eyes became glossy like fine glass. "Vegeta" she whispered to low for a normal human to hear, but to Vegeta he could hear every letter coming from her dying mouth.



"Bulma…" he spoke softly. Looking into the eyes of blue, he's own heart cried out. He didn't know why he was mourning. All he could do now was hold the once proud woman that made him boil who was slowly dying. It was killing him inside.



"I'm sorry…" Bulma managed to say before she took her last breath leaving a stunned Vegeta still grasping to her now dead body.



Vegeta could feel his heart fall with a feeling he never experience but knew from everyone that has ever lost a loved one at Freeza's hand. Grief. Could he capable of feeling such emotions? Vegeta barred his teeth. He didn't care otherwise. All he knew someone killed his would be mate that was the only one that truly wanted him.



Vegeta held Bulma in his arms. He was totally confused now. What could he do now?

"Bulma, I'm sorry…" he whispered as hot tears welded up into his burning eyes. Vegeta's heart jumped when he heard an evil laugh all around him.



"Sorry…interesting choice in words Prince." A voice, a voice HE KNEW but not by name.



"Its you" he whispered. Growling loudly, he shouted. "WHO ARE YOU?" his scream echoed through the area in all directions.



The Watcher laughed a cruel laugh that sent chills up Vegeta's spine. "Who? You ask whom? Young man you are a fool to think its just a who, who is haunting you. But I admire you to an extent." He mocked.



Vegeta powered up, he could feel his inner self rise from its dark hiding spot. "You killed my woman…my Bulma! I'LL KILL YOU!!!" he screamed dangerously, feeling his KI raise higher then ever before.



The Watcher laughed, "Oh really? Interesting. I would love to see you try to kill me. You can't kill those who already faced death and suffer for eternity now can you boy" he mocked coldly. He loved every minute of it.



Vegeta growled. How can he fight something he couldn't see? It just didn't make any sense.



The Watcher laughed suddenly, slightly startling Vegeta. "Exactly. Now your getting someone sonny. Now here's a new question for you to ponder….who am I?" he mocked.



Vegeta grind his teeth. He didn't know. Thinking back in his memories he was reminded of when his woman claimed the stalker to be known as…The Watcher. Growled, "You're the baka Watcher who has been causing us grief." Vegeta tried all he could to try to find the source of The Watcher's voice, but all he could hear is echoes.



"Bravo bravo Vegeta. You've figured out only half, now what can you do when the goal is at hand with no one to prevent the enviable?" he laughed cruelly as he clapped.



"What do you mean?" Vegeta growled out.



The Watcher waved a figure in a motion that Vegeta couldn't see. "Naw-uh big boy. Do not demand from those who are damned." He smiled cruelly. "But for now…..look" he said.



Vegeta screamed. He wanted answers. He wanted to kill The Watcher, but instead the image and all around him changed to a different scene. It was outside Capsule Corp. building that loomed in the blackness of night. The place, the Manson Vegeta saw was in shambles. Walking around, Vegeta soon started to find bodies. Bulma's parents lay in their own blood and gore in different positions. Mr. Briefs was strung through onto a sliced board that had a sharp point at the tip. Blood still fresh that dripped streamed down from the hole in the body to the forming puddle below at the base.



Mrs. Briefs, not to far away, was laying with a knife cleaved into her skull. Her stomach to reveal her stomach contents. She lay in an unnatural way right by the gate that leads to the backyard that was wide open. Vegeta carefully stepped over Mrs. Briefs feeling a slight tinge of remorse. He slightly cursed himself as he made his way to the backyard. When he turned the corner he was completely floored at what he saw. There was Bulma's lifeless form he saw before hanging from a noose in even shape as before. She was totally cut open from stern to navel. Wide open, Vegeta nearly threw up when he saw her dead blood and withering internal organs below her and hanging out her in a grotesque manner.



Vegeta had to cover his mouth at the sight. It was more hideous then anything he's ever seen. "Bulma no…" he whispered softly, feeling his heart shatter into a million pieces. As he walked to her, he could hear voices rise up just like the first time he dreamed with The Watcher in it.



"Run"



"Its to late.."



"To fine hope, fine the crystal of life…"



"We're sorry…"



Vegeta looked up at Bulma's gross form with grief. Never before had he felt this feeling, but somehow he didn't care. Vegeta stared with glossy eyes at the one woman who dared to love him. "I'm sorry Bulma" he whispered. Vegeta couldn't take his eyes off of her. He was in a trance. A utter state of shock that burned into his ever core.



Suddenly, without warning, Bulma's glassy eyes flew open. Vegeta's eyes crew wide as silver dollars when he saw it. "Impossible…" he whispered. He couldn't believe it. It was not until she screamed bloodily murder. The scream was so loud it surrounded the city and every city for 1,000 miles.



Her screams still echoed in Vegeta's head as he snapped away, dripping with sweat. "Kami, that was unreal" he panted for breath. Shaking his head, he turned without thinking to Bulma's form. She was still sleeping, but what caught his eye. His onna was fine of course, but she was sweating. Mumbling something in her sleep, he could barely hear what she saying. When he realized what she was whispering, his eyes grew wide.



The Watcher was attacking her……















Hi all! I am sooooooooo sorry this took forever but I have been rather busy with other ficcies I have been trying to keep myself up on. What do you think? Tell me in your reviews! R/R!!!! ^_^ ^_^