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!
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! ^_~ I do own The Watcher and misc chars that make their little appearances here and there. If you wish to use them, that includes "The Watcher". So please ask for permission first. Thank you!! ^_^
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
© Bre 2001-2002, all rights reserved
Chapter Twenty
Part Two
Bulma found herself running once again from the creature she knew by name. Panting for air, her side screaming in pain as she ran in the blackness of a place she found herself trapped into. Her dreams has started out fine, but then it turned into a nightmare when The Watcher begun to kill her friends and family mercilessly right in front of Bulma. It pained her that she couldn't do a thing to stop him as he ripped them open relieving their insides, or cutting them into little pieces. Bulma felt chunks
Weld up as she watched in horror from within the force field of the mind that held her fast.
"No" Bulma whispered as The Watcher took down her parents effortlessly and slaughtered them. It was a nightmare as she watched with her eyes flowing with tears that begged for peace, but found it not at the sight she saw in front of her.
The Watcher suddenly turned her, eyes bright red and cold as the most frozen artic wind. "Death is no respecter of person's Bulma, but you…it has been waiting for you. It is coming for you even now. Can't you feel it?" he mocked as he approached her.
Bulma backed up slowly, enchanted by his evil stare. "Get away from me…" she wanted to cry out, but only a whisper took its place.
The Watcher stopped for a minute or two, relishing the fear that was coming from Bulma. "Now why would I want to get away from you…you are the prize…the goal…the key…I love tormenting you, causing you grief in ways you only dreamed in your fastest flown nightmares. But I am not life nor am I death…I am evil in the nightmare you so try to get away from. I am also the gate. Death welcomes you" he approached her with a flash. Now he was mere inches from her body.
This time Bulma did scream. Finally pulling from his trace with all her might, she ran away from him as fast as her legs could carry here.
"Run"
"Hide"
"Fine the time to find the Crystal of Life…"
"Wake up before he gets you…"
These same voices as before rang through her ears. Bulma looked up, frustrated and scared all at the same time when she shouted. "WHO ARE YOU!!!?" There was silence after she shouted. Looking behind her, The Watcher had not followed her this far or wherever here was. Stopping in her tracks she tried to find her lost breath. She was surprised to hear what these voices had to say next.
"We are the damned"
"The restless"
"The nameless that has no identity"
"We were forgotten when we were taken from our lives so many many years ago"
"But there is one way to kill him child…fine the hope. Find the dream. Find the Crystal of Life that holds the key to his doom"
"Only then when you find it, the evil can end, hope will begin. But if you fail, you will die and no one will survive. Not even the man you love." Pointed out of the voices.
Bulma didn't understand. What and where could she find the Crystal of Life? "What is the Crystal of Life?" Bulma asked.
"It's the Crystal that takes the life of the evil ones."
"Its hidden in the world of the living. Find the Crystal keeper and you find the hope. Be wary, the one that seeks you knows his time. Because of this, he will try to stop you before you have a chance to find it. Remember your fear and you love in hope. It will guide you" That last voice to Bulma seemed to be the closed. Bulma couldn't put her finger on it, but she could have sworn she heard it somewhere.
"But…. who…" Bulma was going to ask more questions when The Watcher's laugh made her stop, sending cold chills up and down her spine.
"There all stool pigeons if you ask me. But oh well, at least their mine" he said evilly.
Bulma turned around slowly to see The Watcher standing tall, bloody ax taping against his right leg. She gulped at the sight of him and the fresh blood that dripped still from the ax head. "You killed them," she said hoarsely
The Watcher bowed in a cruel and mocking way. "Of course I killed them. It was great to see them bleed. But the best part was them begging for mercy. I loved it when I saw them close their eyes as I sliced them in two or slit their delicate throats. It was wonderful." The Watcher's evil laugh echoed in the distance.
Bulma's lip twitched in anger. He was mad! "Your evil!" she cried out. "I will find a way to put an end to your terror, Watcher" she cried out in a rage she felt for those lost.
The Watcher laughed, his narrow eyes fixed on the scared woman. "Oh don't kid yourself Bulma. You may have found the clue, but your no where near the keeper" he mocked.
Bulma bunched up her fist. He was right. She had no clue whom the keeper of the Crystal was, but she would find out. She vowed it. "I will find the keeper and I will make sure your destroyed." Her tone solid and venomous.
The Watcher laughed again, then he turned serious. "Oh I don't think so…" with a snap of his fingers, he transported him and her to a site Bulma has never seen before. "We are in the future Bulma" he said snidely.
Bulma looked around, not knowing what to do. She was lost. "What is this place? Where am I?" She demanded.
The Watcher lifted his finger, "Tisk tisk my little one…I cannot answer" he mocked. "But HE can" with that same mocking finger, he pointed to a bloody, tattered, and beaten up Vegeta that hung from a cage at the end of a small hill trail that was in plain sight.
Bulma gasped. "Oh no…Vegeta…" her voice silently cried out at the sight of him handing in that cage. Her look of grief turned to sheer anger as she narrowed her eyes on The Watcher. "You did this!" she hissed.
He laughed, "Oh course I did. He was quite the struggle, but now his soul is going to be mind…. forever" and with that, his laugh echoing in Bulma's ears, he teleported to the cage that was hanging by a thick branch. With a swift motion to fast to detect, The Watcher cut the cage down. On impact, the cage rolled down the other side of the hill and out of Bulma's horrified sight.
Vegeta growled weakly as he watched his tormentor approach him. Vegeta with all his strength he blasted out and tried to attack him. The Watcher dodged ever blow that Vegeta threw.
Bulma made it up the hill just in time to see this going on. She couldn't do anything as she watched The Watcher grab Vegeta's throat and put him in a vice grip. She screamed out trying to get The Watcher's attention or distract him, but much to her frustration it didn't work. She watched as she let him go. She watched as his near lifeless body fell to the ground, panting for breath. She saw Vegeta glare up at him and try to attack with one final pounce. She watched and screamed out as The Watcher's bladed ax connected with Vegeta's head, separating the head from the neck. His blood gushed from the hold that once held onto his head. She watched it roll up the hill towards her and roll to a stop at her feet. She saw that his eyes still held the rag and terror that he felt before he was murdered.
She fell to her knees, feeling sick not only in body but in soul. "No…" she said softly, then with a mighty cry, she shouted, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO VEGETA!!!!!" he heart screamed with all it could stand as she looked at the lifeless head of her would be lover. Tears streamed down her face as she puked up her sickness.
She didn't see The Watcher approach her nor did she see him drop Vegeta's headless body right beside her. "There, that's what's left of your lover" he said coldly, without feeling or emotion.
She looked at him, his bloody ax resting on his square shoulder. She had no words to say nor would she try. Tears poured down her eyes onto her flushed cheeks. "No…" she looked down again before returning her gaze to her tormentor. "I will destroy you," she said simply.
The Watcher smiled evilly, "I look forward to it" he said coldly.
Bulma stood up on shaky legs, feeling the ground shift unevenly under her. "I will or I die trying" she began to focus on herself. She could feel The Watcher watching her with evil in his eyes of joy as she closed her eyes and began to shout. 'WAKE UP" as much as her voice could hold.
The Watcher laughed as a light engulfed the area, sending Bulma back into a reality with a scream on her lips.
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Hi all, I am sorry for the wait, but I have been really busy. But here is part two! Enjoy! Please please please review! Ja ne! ^_^
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! ^_~ I do own The Watcher and misc chars that make their little appearances here and there. If you wish to use them, that includes "The Watcher". So please ask for permission first. Thank you!! ^_^
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
© Bre 2001-2002, all rights reserved
Chapter Twenty
Part Two
Bulma found herself running once again from the creature she knew by name. Panting for air, her side screaming in pain as she ran in the blackness of a place she found herself trapped into. Her dreams has started out fine, but then it turned into a nightmare when The Watcher begun to kill her friends and family mercilessly right in front of Bulma. It pained her that she couldn't do a thing to stop him as he ripped them open relieving their insides, or cutting them into little pieces. Bulma felt chunks
Weld up as she watched in horror from within the force field of the mind that held her fast.
"No" Bulma whispered as The Watcher took down her parents effortlessly and slaughtered them. It was a nightmare as she watched with her eyes flowing with tears that begged for peace, but found it not at the sight she saw in front of her.
The Watcher suddenly turned her, eyes bright red and cold as the most frozen artic wind. "Death is no respecter of person's Bulma, but you…it has been waiting for you. It is coming for you even now. Can't you feel it?" he mocked as he approached her.
Bulma backed up slowly, enchanted by his evil stare. "Get away from me…" she wanted to cry out, but only a whisper took its place.
The Watcher stopped for a minute or two, relishing the fear that was coming from Bulma. "Now why would I want to get away from you…you are the prize…the goal…the key…I love tormenting you, causing you grief in ways you only dreamed in your fastest flown nightmares. But I am not life nor am I death…I am evil in the nightmare you so try to get away from. I am also the gate. Death welcomes you" he approached her with a flash. Now he was mere inches from her body.
This time Bulma did scream. Finally pulling from his trace with all her might, she ran away from him as fast as her legs could carry here.
"Run"
"Hide"
"Fine the time to find the Crystal of Life…"
"Wake up before he gets you…"
These same voices as before rang through her ears. Bulma looked up, frustrated and scared all at the same time when she shouted. "WHO ARE YOU!!!?" There was silence after she shouted. Looking behind her, The Watcher had not followed her this far or wherever here was. Stopping in her tracks she tried to find her lost breath. She was surprised to hear what these voices had to say next.
"We are the damned"
"The restless"
"The nameless that has no identity"
"We were forgotten when we were taken from our lives so many many years ago"
"But there is one way to kill him child…fine the hope. Find the dream. Find the Crystal of Life that holds the key to his doom"
"Only then when you find it, the evil can end, hope will begin. But if you fail, you will die and no one will survive. Not even the man you love." Pointed out of the voices.
Bulma didn't understand. What and where could she find the Crystal of Life? "What is the Crystal of Life?" Bulma asked.
"It's the Crystal that takes the life of the evil ones."
"Its hidden in the world of the living. Find the Crystal keeper and you find the hope. Be wary, the one that seeks you knows his time. Because of this, he will try to stop you before you have a chance to find it. Remember your fear and you love in hope. It will guide you" That last voice to Bulma seemed to be the closed. Bulma couldn't put her finger on it, but she could have sworn she heard it somewhere.
"But…. who…" Bulma was going to ask more questions when The Watcher's laugh made her stop, sending cold chills up and down her spine.
"There all stool pigeons if you ask me. But oh well, at least their mine" he said evilly.
Bulma turned around slowly to see The Watcher standing tall, bloody ax taping against his right leg. She gulped at the sight of him and the fresh blood that dripped still from the ax head. "You killed them," she said hoarsely
The Watcher bowed in a cruel and mocking way. "Of course I killed them. It was great to see them bleed. But the best part was them begging for mercy. I loved it when I saw them close their eyes as I sliced them in two or slit their delicate throats. It was wonderful." The Watcher's evil laugh echoed in the distance.
Bulma's lip twitched in anger. He was mad! "Your evil!" she cried out. "I will find a way to put an end to your terror, Watcher" she cried out in a rage she felt for those lost.
The Watcher laughed, his narrow eyes fixed on the scared woman. "Oh don't kid yourself Bulma. You may have found the clue, but your no where near the keeper" he mocked.
Bulma bunched up her fist. He was right. She had no clue whom the keeper of the Crystal was, but she would find out. She vowed it. "I will find the keeper and I will make sure your destroyed." Her tone solid and venomous.
The Watcher laughed again, then he turned serious. "Oh I don't think so…" with a snap of his fingers, he transported him and her to a site Bulma has never seen before. "We are in the future Bulma" he said snidely.
Bulma looked around, not knowing what to do. She was lost. "What is this place? Where am I?" She demanded.
The Watcher lifted his finger, "Tisk tisk my little one…I cannot answer" he mocked. "But HE can" with that same mocking finger, he pointed to a bloody, tattered, and beaten up Vegeta that hung from a cage at the end of a small hill trail that was in plain sight.
Bulma gasped. "Oh no…Vegeta…" her voice silently cried out at the sight of him handing in that cage. Her look of grief turned to sheer anger as she narrowed her eyes on The Watcher. "You did this!" she hissed.
He laughed, "Oh course I did. He was quite the struggle, but now his soul is going to be mind…. forever" and with that, his laugh echoing in Bulma's ears, he teleported to the cage that was hanging by a thick branch. With a swift motion to fast to detect, The Watcher cut the cage down. On impact, the cage rolled down the other side of the hill and out of Bulma's horrified sight.
Vegeta growled weakly as he watched his tormentor approach him. Vegeta with all his strength he blasted out and tried to attack him. The Watcher dodged ever blow that Vegeta threw.
Bulma made it up the hill just in time to see this going on. She couldn't do anything as she watched The Watcher grab Vegeta's throat and put him in a vice grip. She screamed out trying to get The Watcher's attention or distract him, but much to her frustration it didn't work. She watched as she let him go. She watched as his near lifeless body fell to the ground, panting for breath. She saw Vegeta glare up at him and try to attack with one final pounce. She watched and screamed out as The Watcher's bladed ax connected with Vegeta's head, separating the head from the neck. His blood gushed from the hold that once held onto his head. She watched it roll up the hill towards her and roll to a stop at her feet. She saw that his eyes still held the rag and terror that he felt before he was murdered.
She fell to her knees, feeling sick not only in body but in soul. "No…" she said softly, then with a mighty cry, she shouted, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO VEGETA!!!!!" he heart screamed with all it could stand as she looked at the lifeless head of her would be lover. Tears streamed down her face as she puked up her sickness.
She didn't see The Watcher approach her nor did she see him drop Vegeta's headless body right beside her. "There, that's what's left of your lover" he said coldly, without feeling or emotion.
She looked at him, his bloody ax resting on his square shoulder. She had no words to say nor would she try. Tears poured down her eyes onto her flushed cheeks. "No…" she looked down again before returning her gaze to her tormentor. "I will destroy you," she said simply.
The Watcher smiled evilly, "I look forward to it" he said coldly.
Bulma stood up on shaky legs, feeling the ground shift unevenly under her. "I will or I die trying" she began to focus on herself. She could feel The Watcher watching her with evil in his eyes of joy as she closed her eyes and began to shout. 'WAKE UP" as much as her voice could hold.
The Watcher laughed as a light engulfed the area, sending Bulma back into a reality with a scream on her lips.
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Hi all, I am sorry for the wait, but I have been really busy. But here is part two! Enjoy! Please please please review! Ja ne! ^_^
