Chapter 2: Raving towards the end
It was late in the evening as Bulma Briefs called her good-byes to her mother who was already on her way to bed. Bulma was ready to meet up with her friends. The gravity room was still humming so at least she could avoid his stares. During the past couple of days she couldn't get rid of the feeling that the saiyan was watching her every move.
He never actually talked to her – no demanding of food, no fixing the gravity room – he had been unusually quiet towards her and that unnerved her. She actually began to miss their verbal sparring matches which had started ever since she invited him to live with her family.
She made her way towards her car already waiting outside in the drive way. Flashing a look to the gravity room she stopped wondering of what was going on in the ever grumpy saiyan's head. Suddenly the humming stopped and the door opened revealing a very worn out looking Vegeta. He sensed her the moment he stepped out of the gravity room. Surprised he looked at her.
Nobody uttered a word both were simply starring at each other caught up in the tense air between them until Bulma broke her gaze away hurrying off to her car, starting the engine and driving off. She still felt his stares at her back and her heart was racing in her chest. Bulma actually had a hard time concentrating on the traffic. Something like that never happened before between them.
She took the exit leading towards the Downtown area of her home city. Soon enough she forgot about Vegeta and happily sang along with the radio looking forwards to meet her girl friends.
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Vegeta had been staring after the woman until he couldn't see her anymore. He couldn't really describe what just happened between them but it confused him to no end. He couldn't remember ever having felt like this. His body was vibrating with warmth and he had the urge to fly after the woman to steal her from that noisy machine of hers to loose himself in those sky-blue eyes to finally...
'Whoa, what was I thinking??!!' Vegeta could feel his cheeks flush. That was certainly no manner for a prince.
It wasn't his nature to be embarrassed of anything but still he couldn't do anything against it.
'I do hope that nobody saw me gazing after her like in idiot.' He thought to himself while leaving for the kitchen to demand his supper. At least the woman's mother was still in the mansion so he wouldn't have to deal with the strange machines in the kitchen. He already had some encounters with them and in the end the kitchen would be a mess, the blue haired vixen would yell her head off and he had to stay hungry for the rest of the day.
No thanks, he couldn't use that tonight. Too many thoughts kept him busy - the blue haired scientist not free of fault - and he feared he might hurt himself being so distracted at the moment. So he called out for the annoying mother of her. Thank goodness she came right away providing him with a large portion of food. That was really too bad in one way because he felt like yelling at somebody.
Vegeta felt extremely distressed by the moment between him and Bulma in the front yard. Sighing he started to eat planning on being rude to the one responsible of this mess later on.
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The air was heated and sweat was shining on Bulma's skin. The lasers were bathing the club in a mysterious light. She and her girl friends were in their favorite club dancing for hours to the entrancing beat. They were five all together. All high society ladies like Bulma herself. She never felt so right in a place. The five of them belonged together. They first had met here a couple of weeks ago when everything started. The connection between them was simply there, they were bored, spoiled and looking for adventure. Things they missed at home. Bulma felt accepted in their small circle. She was secretly sick of always having to measure up to her strong friends and to be left behind. Nobody really cared about her. At least that what she thought pretty often lately.
All what she had was her genius mind and her beauty.
Yes, her beauty. Ever since she was a young girl she learned how to use it to get her way.
To convince, to play, to manipulate, to hide, to win.
But she had lost. Failed.
She hadn't been able to keep Yamchu by her side. She had tried so often but no matter how hard she tried he always found an excuse to slip away from her. She lost him but thanks to her new found friends she got past him.
Forgot about him. Yamchu was no longer important to Bulma Briefs. But that was only half the truth. She hadn't failed once but even twice. A crack for her self esteem what had suffered since the z-team came to action.
As Goku and her first met everything was easy and the things went as she wished - well most of the time.
Now everything was different - complicated.
Especially since a certain saiyan had entered her life. Vegeta kept invading her thoughts whenever she expected it the least. Like now. In the midst of people she should rather enjoy herself than think about his majesty. Raving together with the mass all night long.
The sound switched to another beat and Bulma signaled her friends that she would take a small break. She pushed her way through the moving mass towards the lady's room. She was alone as she entered the pale room. From far away she could still hear the bass and the floor was vibrating beneath her feet. A look into the mirror told her that it was time for another round. She pulled out the small bottle with the white pills, picking one out, she swallowed it quickly. She never dreamt that this small pill could rid her of all her insecurities and doubts. Maybe it wasn't a very clever thing to depend on those pills but it made life more bearable and happier.
The Bulma in the mirror smiled back at her - devishly. It was time to have fun. The night was still young.
Bulma left the bathroom going straight to the bar to have a drink. She decided for a cocktail. Seating herself on a bar stool she had an amazing view on the dance floor. She waved to her friends who looked like they had pure fun. She turned to look to her right side as she felt somebody watching at her. A guy she had never seen before had taken the seat beside her. He did look good with his dark unruly hair and intense black eyes.
Bulma was lost in his eyes. They reminded her on someone but the pills started to kick in and her thoughts became foggy. Only the now and then mattered and nothing else. Without uttering a word the mysterious man grasped her hand and pulled her onto the dance floor.
Bulma didn't resist. She was too drawn to the man who was now encircling her. Together they were moving to the monotone beat. Her blood was rushing through her veins and her surroundings were a rush of colors. She closed her eyes to the beat as his hands closed around her waist and his lips found hers - a burning sensation.
The world was lost to them as he guided her away from the masses. Seeking the quietness in one of the secluded rooms upstairs. Bulma felt like floating above the ground being caressed by warm hands seeking for more.
She could feel the soft fabric beneath her as suddenly the air left her lungs.
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Vegeta couldn't sleep. After supper he had been going back to train in the gravity room some more but he couldn't quite focus on destroying the small robots provided by Bulmas father. So he decided to rest instead but now he was already laying for hours in his bed trying to figure out why he had this unsettling feeling in his gut.
It was already after 2 a.m. and although saiyans didn't really need a lot of sleep he felt very tired so it was kind of annoying. Mostly his thoughts about the blue haired woman kept him from falling asleep. She still hadn't returned from her nightly trip. Something tugged at his heart as he imagined her all by herself in the middle in the night. There was so much evil out there. Who knows what that foolish woman would do? But those thoughts were ridiculous. Vegeta groaned. It wasn't the first time he caught himself worrying about Bulma. He hadn't felt like this in a long time and he knew he didn't like it one bit.
'Why couldn't she just stay here...with me?'
That startled him. He figured out already on Namek that she wasn't just a regularly weak little human. She had her qualities, was strong headed, clever and well very beautiful. Bulma seemed perfect to him but so different in another way. He knew somehow during the last year she became important to her. Vegeta couldn't quite tell what feelings he had for her but there was something that felt missing when she wasn't around. So he laid there in bed contemplating what to do now.
Time passed and the feeling in his gut kept getting worse and worse. Finally he had enough and jumped out of his bed, pulling on some clothes and flew into the night to look for the blue haired woman who didn't let him sleep.
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She felt dizzy now. Her skin was hot and something tickled her below her belly button. It was difficult to breathe and she began to see black spots. The colors were gone and suddenly everything was too bright and the walls seemed to close in. She wanted to scream but not a sound left her throat. Her heart was racing in her chest, the blood pounding in her ears. From far away she could hear a soothing voice but she couldn't see anybody.
Suddenly she felt cold - so very cold. Was she going to die now? Was that her punishment about being so carelessness? But she didn't want to die. Not now and not like this. And there she lay in silent agony.
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Well, that probably wasn't very entertaining writing but I want to finish the fic because I don't really feel into writing DBZ fics anymore. Like I said before I'm not very interested anymore in it. But I still wanted to finish this fic and probably there'll be only one more chapter to finish it. Still reviews are appreciated. Maybe some suggestions about the ending??!!
Oh, by the way in my country 'raving' has also the meaning of dancing. Like being totally lost in the music and dancing to techno music. In case you're confused about the meaning of the title.