Vegeta had been flying towards the city center for quite awhile now. The streets were bustling with activity although it was past midnight. He could feel Bulma's ki somewhere below him but he had trouble locating it. For a reason unknown to him her ki was flaring, unstable and to his dismay it seemed to getting weaker every passing second.
'What the hell is going on down there? I never had trouble before finding her ki.'
Vegeta flew further down landing softly on one of the higher buildings. Somewhere in his gut he had the sickening feeling that something was very wrong with the blue haired woman.
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Heaven felt never closer before as felt hell. Bulma was torn between ecstasy and utter despair. She was panting, her heart raced in her chest as she tried to focus on the person ravaging her soft flesh.
"Please." She mumbled. "Help me. Can't breathe. My chest is going to burst. Please."
She was choking now on her sobs. Her vision blurred as tears streamed down her cheeks. He wouldn't stop, he couldn't hear her. Did she even said it out loud? Bulma wasn't so sure anymore. She could no longer divide between reality and hallucination. Everything seemed surreal. And the heat seemed to crush her as the intensity of emotions hit her and a strangled cry escaped her throat.
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There.
A wave of energy hit him but was gone as soon as it came. Vegeta tensed hoping for more to come. But nothing. Still it would be enough to find her. At least she was near by. He pushed himself off the ground following the trail, the energy had left.
It lead him to a huge building with lot's of light, people and very loud music. Vegeta winced at that. He disliked the thought of having to go in there. His ears were very sensitive and it surely gave him a hell of a headache afterwards. But he would put up with it as long as he found Bulma.
He decided not to take the main entrance but rather let himself in through a window. The club had several floors and it seemed like he happened to pick the chill out zone. At least that's how Bulma had called it while babbling on about stuff concerning life on earth. God knows why he should have to know something like this.
Vegeta frowned at the sight before him. Soft quiet trance music was playing and people were sitting or lying on plush cushions on the floor. They kind of seemed spaced out not really seeing him and some of them looked like hell. Dilated pupils, pale sweaty skin and way too thin.
Vegeta was disgusted, he couldn't understand how those people could just let themselves waste away like this. He had lived to learn that his body was the only thing he could rely on in a fight or in life generally so he made sure his body was in perfect health. Vegeta shook his head muttering something about "stupid humans" and made his way through the dark hallway. Bulma's ki was close by.
He raced to the next door and burst into the room. Vegeta stumbled to a halt. His eyes rested on a figure laying motionless on the crumbled bed sheets. Blue hair spilled over a dirty pillow, the pale body sprawled onto the bed covered by almost nothing but goose bumps. Eyes staring unseeing up to the white ceiling. Vegeta couldn't move, his body began to shake as the emotions began to curse through his body.
Anger, fear, sorrow, loneliness, pain and...and something what could have been love.
An anguished scream echoed through the floors as the prince of the saiyans dropped to the floor denying what his brain kept telling him.
Bulma Briefs was dead.
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It was foggy and cold. Looking down her body she found that all her clothes were gone.
'Where am I?'
The little girl looked around but there was nothing just white thick fog.
"Hm, what should I do now?"
She rolled one of her blue strands around her index finger slightly pulling on it. She had no idea how she got here but she wasn't going to cry. She was a big girl. Finally she just went ahead figuring that if she only went straight the fog would have to end at a certain point. After a while she reached a small pond. The little girl dropped to her knees to drink a bit from the water.
But as she looked into the water it was like a picture was reflected on the surface. She tipped with her finger in it and the picture changed became clearer and she could see a small room with wide windows from the bottom up to the ceiling. It was dark in the room just some lights from the outside lit the heavy darkness in the room from time to time. It looked like laser beams in different colors. She thought it looked pretty. There were also people in the room. A dark haired man sat in one corner. He looked kind of spaced out not really seeing what was going on around him. His clothes were a mess and his whole appearance gave her sick feeling in her gut. She didn't know why but she just knew she didn't like him.
Somebody else caught her attention. Another man was kneeling in front of a bed - the only one in the room. She would have almost laughed because of his funny looking spiky hair but he looked so sad and lost. It would be really mean. The girl couldn't see his face because his head was lowered in his hands. Curiously she leaned closer to the water trying to see the man more clearly. Obviously he was suffering a lot of pain. His whole body shook. But he wasn't crying. She didn't knew that man but she somehow knew that this man wouldn't cry. She simply couldn't imagine that. Now he crawled to the side of the bed clutching the bed sheets and a limp hand.
There was another person. It was a woman laying on the bed. She didn't move. The girl became scared, she didn't want to watch anymore but she couldn't tear her gaze away as if something made her watch the scene. By now she could see that the man was yelling at the woman. Too bad she couldn't hear what he said so she leant even more closer. Looking at his lips trying to catch the words. As suddenly the air was filled with a loud humming. It sounded like lot's of bees all around her. And suddenly she was drawn into the water.
******
"Wake up I said."
Vegeta clutched Bulma's hand pleading with her to open her eyes. He fought back the wetness that seemed to linger in his eyes. He couldn't cry. If he allowed himself to cry he would break down. He couldn't do that.
'Why does she have to mess up my life like this? I just got used to the idea of her being something special to me and then she's doing something like this. Why?'
He looked once again at her deathly pale face. It still hold all her beauty but it was cold and still. Nothing was left from the cheerful woman with such an annoying temper. No, he wouldn't cry. Vegeta felt the need to be angry. To hit something or someone in that case.
His gaze fell upon the man huddled in the corner and he knew instantly that this man carried all the fault why his woman was laying there unmoving on the bed.
Yes, his woman. And that man would pay for it.
Vegeta slowly pushed himself off from the floor, anger radiating from him, coloring his ki in a dark bloody red. He made his way over to the corner and picked the half conscious guy up from the ground. The man even managed to crack an eye open and all he said was.
"She was good. Wanna have a round with her?"
That was all he said before Vegeta lost it and let his anger flare up to take it all out on the man who had raped Bulma.
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She felt fuzzy as she slowly opened her eyes. Somebody was screaming and yelling and it hurt her ears. She wanted him to stop. To stop being so ruthlessly loud. Her body hurt all over and her head was spinning. Confused she slowly sat up taking in the sight in front of her. A man with spiky hair was punching furiously into the slim frame of a now nearly unrecognizable young man.
God, that must have hurt she thought as something cracked under a hard punch into the rips of the poor guy. What was going on anyway? As she tried to stand up the world went into a blur and she stumbled through the room. She fell against the wall and a low cry emerged her throat. It was enough to get the spiky haired man's attention. He dropped the other man and starred wide eyed at her.
'Why's he looking at me like that? Do I look funny or what?'
He did look familiar but she couldn't quite place him. Her brain felt all mushy so she decided not to think too hard now.
Suddenly she felt arms grab her dragging her away from the bed closer to the windows. Bulma could smell alcohol and she felt sick as his hands roamed over her body.
'No, no..'
Her mind screamed as the memories flooded back into her brain.
The night out with her friends, the pills, the guy at the bar and then.....
She squeezed her eyes shut and a strangled sob escaped her lips. Her knees seemed to give out under her as she fell backwards against her captor.
"You don't want her? Well, then I just keep her."
The man giggled madly to himself. Bulma struggled to get free but she only managed to slip and the guy let her go. A crashing sound could be heard as glass splintered everywhere. Bulma tried to gain back her balance but to no avail. Her eyes met Vegeta's who stood frozen in place as she fell backwards through the shattered window into nothingness.
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Ah well, so much for wanting to finish the story. As you see it didn't work out. *sweatdrop*
Let's see if I can bring it to an end in the next chapter. I mean I can't let it end like this. What do you think? A happy ending or not? Tell me what you think.