Disclaimers: Ya'll know the routine, so im not even going to bother with
it.
Notes: Yay!! Im so happy with you people that its not even funny! Thirty One reviews for three chapters! Hooray! Anyways, I was wondering if anyone would be gracious enough to bless me with a fan art concerning this story. I'll consider writing a separate fanfiction for the person or persons who draws me the picture that I think depicts the story the best. Please, Read, Review and enjoy! ^^^^*^^^^ = dreams
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The dark chamberoom was lighted with a quick snap of Bulma's fingers as she entered, the posted candles that hung from the wall fired up spontaneously and softed just as quickly, leaving the room with a melancholy feel and flickering shadows that danced lively across the bedroom.
She felt tired then suddenly, the burdens of the past few days finally beating down upon her with renewed force and she closed the door behind her, careful not to slam the door too loud. Bulma leaned back, the thick head of teal hair cushioning her head as she sighed in exhaustion. Her mahogany framed floor lenth mirror stood facing her head on from the oppposite wall, and even from the distance she could make out the deep shadows under her eyes from her lack of sleep.
She didnt bother to undress, the whole process of removing the numerous layers of Bulma's dress would have taken too long, even with her magic. The windows looking out over the stone castle had been shut the night before Bulma and Goku had left to for the annual auction, and she forced the windows open mentally, the transparent window curtains flapping open from the wind.
Throwing herself on the bed, she stared up at the ceiling, leaning her head back upon her arm and sighed. Bulma felt drowsy and her eyes heavy, and she thought back to her conversation with Vegeta, amazed how stubborn and arrogant he was. She had heard from her neighboring slave owners that she has to brake the slave's will and spirit to totally have them under her control as soon as possible, but she refused to act upon it.
She had known Goku for years since he once belonged to her father, the late Sir Briefs and when he was passed down to her, Goku was always loyal to her, no matter what trials they went through. Bulma had automatically fallen in love with Chichi and her broken sanity in the slave auction two years previously, using love and kindness to rebuild her spirit and will. But she knew from the moment she set eyes upon Vegeta that he was different, that he was going to need something stronger than what she had used on Chichi. But deep down, she knew she didnt want to brake his spirit OR his will, finding that characteristic attractive in him.
' But if he gets out of control and hurts my family,' She thought sadly,' I'm going to have to do everything in my power to brake him.' Bulma concluded, knowing that braking him down to the core was going to be quite a task, although she prayed and hoped that in the end, she wouldn't need to .
Bulma sighed once more, the subject too complicated and uncertain to work out completely when she was this tired. Closing her eyes, she pulled a pillow underneath her head and curled up into a comfortable position and slept.
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His face stared out at her from the black abyss, his scarred face bringing back feelings and thoughts that she hadnt had in years. His cool calm eyes bore into her and Bulma couldnt take it, but no matter how much she tried to move, to look away, she was frozen and staring back at her former lover.
In the distance, a blurry vision showed itself. The picture although faint and undefined at the begining, slowly it cleared and to her confusion, Bulma saw herself in the vision and watched in morbid curiosity as the vision progressed further.
She sat watching him from across the table, watched how gracefully he held his fork in his hands, the way that the morning paper would catch his intrest so passionately, and sighed, the silence deafening to her. Yamcha looked up at her, and then back down at the paper in front of him again when Bulma didnt bother to say anything.
Bulma was nervous, anxious to tell her lover of her new secret and frightened about what he might think about it. When she found out herself, she didnt believe it. Didnt believe that she had been careless enough to let something slip her mind the last time they made love and just tossed the worry out to the wind, thinking perhaps that nothing would come out of it.
But it did." Yamcha, we need to talk."
The man stopped in mid-chew, obviously not happy with the fact that he was being confronted with ' the talk' during his meal time. Setting down the fork and wiping his mouth with an available napkin, he prepared himself for what he might be faced with.
" I'm late."
He paused, a brow raised at her. " Late for what?"
' Damn him for making me explain this!' She thought, taking a deep breath and stirred the spoon in her coffee with her mind, trying to delay somehow and figure out the right way to tell him.
" There's a big possibility that I might be pregnant. With your child."
" WHAT?! How!" He exploded, shooting up from the breakfast table. The sudden movement dropping various plates and glasses from the table top. "We've planned everything! Made sure that the timing was alright for us to....." He left off, a faint pink blush coming across his cheeks.
" And what about your magic? You told me you sheilded yourself so that the possibility for THAT something to happen would be impossible!" Yamcha stood up straighter, the realization widening his eyes and he looked down at Bulma, still sitting and clutching at a napkin nervously.
" You DID shield yourself, right?!"
She never expected him to react like this, never thought that he would blow up so suddenly in anger and frustration. She regretted the fact that she was so lost in lust and in passion that night they made love that she didnt activate the spell that shielded the chances of conceiving.
She shook her head silently. " No.... Not exactly." Bulma cringed at the quiver in her voice. Why was he so angry at her? Yamcha told her he loved her before they made love so why be angry at her for the one consequence that came from sharing that love? For sure, Yamcha never lied to her, did he?
Yamcha was silent for once, and Bulma dreaded every silent second. She closed her eyes, as if the darkness could protect her from Yamcha's violent outburst. Bulma didnt expect his hearty laugh to pierce the air when she opened her eyes, and she found him with a cruel smile on his face and she wished that she would've just kept the secret to herself.
" WHY THE HELL NOT?!!" His heightened scream hurt her ears as he violently upturned the table, the flying dishes and plates slamming into the floor with a thunderous crash. Grabbing Bulma's chair by the arms, Yamcha stared at her squarely, his ragged breathing hitting her now tear streaked face.
" Do you know that allowing you to have this child will ruin my reputation, isnt that right?"
Bulma only nodded timidly.
" Do you know that because of your stupidity, you're going to have to do something about this, correct?"
" Yes." Bulma raised her watering eyes to meet his.
" Which would be what?" He probed, grabbing her by the wrists and crushing them in his hands. When she refused to answer, he crushed her arms harsher, and relished in Bulma's cry of anguish.
" Well?"
" Get rid of it." The whispered answer that was torn out of her hung in the air and left a bad taste in Bulma's mouth. Yamcha only smiled sarcastically and slapped her cheek twice before leaving Bulma and the mess alone in the kitchen.
The feelings and hurt that she had hid away in the back of her mind came flooding through her once more, the heartache and pain stabbed at her heart over and over again, never ending. She somehow wished that she could have seen through the man she once thought she loved for what he really was, someone who only thought of himself and cared not for anyone else.
Bulma stood alone once more, in the recesses of her mind and thought.
' What have I done? '
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oi, somehow I feel that this is a short chapter so far. I dont know why, just humor me. This was a particularly difficult chapter for me to write for some reason. I hope that I have written it to your expectations peeps and I will try to have the next chappie out as soon as I can. Now, to address one reviewer's question and you know who you are. NO the Tersians are NOT TECHNOLOGICALLY advanced, they're just more powerful. Tersians have spells and magic that they can control, so I believe and write them to be stronger than the Saiyans. Sorry, Im not mad, just clearing stuff up for u! Until next time peeps, see ya!
Notes: Yay!! Im so happy with you people that its not even funny! Thirty One reviews for three chapters! Hooray! Anyways, I was wondering if anyone would be gracious enough to bless me with a fan art concerning this story. I'll consider writing a separate fanfiction for the person or persons who draws me the picture that I think depicts the story the best. Please, Read, Review and enjoy! ^^^^*^^^^ = dreams
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The dark chamberoom was lighted with a quick snap of Bulma's fingers as she entered, the posted candles that hung from the wall fired up spontaneously and softed just as quickly, leaving the room with a melancholy feel and flickering shadows that danced lively across the bedroom.
She felt tired then suddenly, the burdens of the past few days finally beating down upon her with renewed force and she closed the door behind her, careful not to slam the door too loud. Bulma leaned back, the thick head of teal hair cushioning her head as she sighed in exhaustion. Her mahogany framed floor lenth mirror stood facing her head on from the oppposite wall, and even from the distance she could make out the deep shadows under her eyes from her lack of sleep.
She didnt bother to undress, the whole process of removing the numerous layers of Bulma's dress would have taken too long, even with her magic. The windows looking out over the stone castle had been shut the night before Bulma and Goku had left to for the annual auction, and she forced the windows open mentally, the transparent window curtains flapping open from the wind.
Throwing herself on the bed, she stared up at the ceiling, leaning her head back upon her arm and sighed. Bulma felt drowsy and her eyes heavy, and she thought back to her conversation with Vegeta, amazed how stubborn and arrogant he was. She had heard from her neighboring slave owners that she has to brake the slave's will and spirit to totally have them under her control as soon as possible, but she refused to act upon it.
She had known Goku for years since he once belonged to her father, the late Sir Briefs and when he was passed down to her, Goku was always loyal to her, no matter what trials they went through. Bulma had automatically fallen in love with Chichi and her broken sanity in the slave auction two years previously, using love and kindness to rebuild her spirit and will. But she knew from the moment she set eyes upon Vegeta that he was different, that he was going to need something stronger than what she had used on Chichi. But deep down, she knew she didnt want to brake his spirit OR his will, finding that characteristic attractive in him.
' But if he gets out of control and hurts my family,' She thought sadly,' I'm going to have to do everything in my power to brake him.' Bulma concluded, knowing that braking him down to the core was going to be quite a task, although she prayed and hoped that in the end, she wouldn't need to .
Bulma sighed once more, the subject too complicated and uncertain to work out completely when she was this tired. Closing her eyes, she pulled a pillow underneath her head and curled up into a comfortable position and slept.
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His face stared out at her from the black abyss, his scarred face bringing back feelings and thoughts that she hadnt had in years. His cool calm eyes bore into her and Bulma couldnt take it, but no matter how much she tried to move, to look away, she was frozen and staring back at her former lover.
In the distance, a blurry vision showed itself. The picture although faint and undefined at the begining, slowly it cleared and to her confusion, Bulma saw herself in the vision and watched in morbid curiosity as the vision progressed further.
She sat watching him from across the table, watched how gracefully he held his fork in his hands, the way that the morning paper would catch his intrest so passionately, and sighed, the silence deafening to her. Yamcha looked up at her, and then back down at the paper in front of him again when Bulma didnt bother to say anything.
Bulma was nervous, anxious to tell her lover of her new secret and frightened about what he might think about it. When she found out herself, she didnt believe it. Didnt believe that she had been careless enough to let something slip her mind the last time they made love and just tossed the worry out to the wind, thinking perhaps that nothing would come out of it.
But it did." Yamcha, we need to talk."
The man stopped in mid-chew, obviously not happy with the fact that he was being confronted with ' the talk' during his meal time. Setting down the fork and wiping his mouth with an available napkin, he prepared himself for what he might be faced with.
" I'm late."
He paused, a brow raised at her. " Late for what?"
' Damn him for making me explain this!' She thought, taking a deep breath and stirred the spoon in her coffee with her mind, trying to delay somehow and figure out the right way to tell him.
" There's a big possibility that I might be pregnant. With your child."
" WHAT?! How!" He exploded, shooting up from the breakfast table. The sudden movement dropping various plates and glasses from the table top. "We've planned everything! Made sure that the timing was alright for us to....." He left off, a faint pink blush coming across his cheeks.
" And what about your magic? You told me you sheilded yourself so that the possibility for THAT something to happen would be impossible!" Yamcha stood up straighter, the realization widening his eyes and he looked down at Bulma, still sitting and clutching at a napkin nervously.
" You DID shield yourself, right?!"
She never expected him to react like this, never thought that he would blow up so suddenly in anger and frustration. She regretted the fact that she was so lost in lust and in passion that night they made love that she didnt activate the spell that shielded the chances of conceiving.
She shook her head silently. " No.... Not exactly." Bulma cringed at the quiver in her voice. Why was he so angry at her? Yamcha told her he loved her before they made love so why be angry at her for the one consequence that came from sharing that love? For sure, Yamcha never lied to her, did he?
Yamcha was silent for once, and Bulma dreaded every silent second. She closed her eyes, as if the darkness could protect her from Yamcha's violent outburst. Bulma didnt expect his hearty laugh to pierce the air when she opened her eyes, and she found him with a cruel smile on his face and she wished that she would've just kept the secret to herself.
" WHY THE HELL NOT?!!" His heightened scream hurt her ears as he violently upturned the table, the flying dishes and plates slamming into the floor with a thunderous crash. Grabbing Bulma's chair by the arms, Yamcha stared at her squarely, his ragged breathing hitting her now tear streaked face.
" Do you know that allowing you to have this child will ruin my reputation, isnt that right?"
Bulma only nodded timidly.
" Do you know that because of your stupidity, you're going to have to do something about this, correct?"
" Yes." Bulma raised her watering eyes to meet his.
" Which would be what?" He probed, grabbing her by the wrists and crushing them in his hands. When she refused to answer, he crushed her arms harsher, and relished in Bulma's cry of anguish.
" Well?"
" Get rid of it." The whispered answer that was torn out of her hung in the air and left a bad taste in Bulma's mouth. Yamcha only smiled sarcastically and slapped her cheek twice before leaving Bulma and the mess alone in the kitchen.
The feelings and hurt that she had hid away in the back of her mind came flooding through her once more, the heartache and pain stabbed at her heart over and over again, never ending. She somehow wished that she could have seen through the man she once thought she loved for what he really was, someone who only thought of himself and cared not for anyone else.
Bulma stood alone once more, in the recesses of her mind and thought.
' What have I done? '
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oi, somehow I feel that this is a short chapter so far. I dont know why, just humor me. This was a particularly difficult chapter for me to write for some reason. I hope that I have written it to your expectations peeps and I will try to have the next chappie out as soon as I can. Now, to address one reviewer's question and you know who you are. NO the Tersians are NOT TECHNOLOGICALLY advanced, they're just more powerful. Tersians have spells and magic that they can control, so I believe and write them to be stronger than the Saiyans. Sorry, Im not mad, just clearing stuff up for u! Until next time peeps, see ya!