Hola! Welcome back to Dark Consequence. I hope that all of my readers
have been enjoying my fic so far. Here's another chapter. I hope ya like
it!
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ.
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Dark Consequence
By: Ponytail Goddess
Chapter 4: Woman in the Moonlight
Bulma froze as shock took over her body. She was paralyzed in a stance with wide eyes and a quivering jaw. Slowly she sank into her own little word, everything getting darker by the second.
She could hear someone........Trunks probably, screaming in a worried voice, "MOTHER!!!" repeatedly. However, his shouts got dimmer and dimmer as she felt gravity take over, pulling her to her knees.
"How dare he......... He didn't even tell me......." She whispered weakly, her skin paling as tears gathered in her cerulean eyes.
*He never wanted us to know about his life before Earth, and now I see why.........bastard!*
As the tears started to pour down her face, she felt herself being grabbed into a hug. She looked to her side to find her handsome son there, embracing her, his head resting upon her shoulder again. "Mom...........I'm so sorry.....I'm so sorry........." He repeated over and over, his words slurring as he sobbed.
"Oh Trunks-kun........it's not your fault........not your fault............" Bulma forced out of her parched throat as she stroked her son's hair lovingly.
Hatred boiled into Bulma's brain now as she thought of the Saiyajin no Ouji. He was going to get it when he came home............
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"There ya go. Good work", Salsa muttered as she counted out bills and placed them in Vegeta's hand quickly. It was approximately 4:00 a.m. and the bar was now closed. There was very little light remaining in the slightly run-down place. Vegeta's hand firmly gripped the cash that had been placed into it and gave Salsa a devilish Saiyajin smirk.
Not waiting for Salsa to comment on anything else, Vegeta boldly turned around and stormed into the smoke-filled dressing room to put on her spandex again. She saw Tanga and three other girls in there changing as well. Tanga offered her a kind smile as soon as she entered. Vegeta frowned at this. She did not want the whore girl as a friend.
"You did a great job tonight Vegeta! You'll have to teach me how to do some of those dances! They were extraordinary!" She exclaimed in her high-pitched voice, making Vegeta cringe. Her Saiyajin ears were sensitive to that kind of thing.
Vegeta snorted at this, slightly amused. She wasn't coming back to this hellhole ever again. Soon she would be flying up in her ship again, going back to her normal business.
*I'll start on my ship tonight.*
She knew that she would not be able to work very much during the daylight. The "Earthlings" would become suspicious of what she was doing. That would never do. Vegeta didn't like publicity. She just wanted to finish her spaceship in peace, no questions asked.
"So where do you live Vegeta? Can I come and visit?" Tanga continued, obviously not seeing the distaste in Vegeta's eyes.
*Annoying bitch*
But then another thought popped into Vegeta's head. Where was she going to live while she repaired her ship? It certainly couldn't hold her now. The bottom was pushed in quite far, making it impossible to even enter the ship. The theif's ship was almost worse, having been crushed between her ship and the ground.
*Hmm........She brings up a good point.*
"Vegeta? Vegeta?" She kept asking, finally realizing that Vegeta was paying little to no attention to her at all. Vegeta, however, totally ignored her. She packed up her trunk and capsulized it quickly. Grabbing the capsule in her hand, she trudged out of the room quickly, brushing some stiff black locks of hair out of her vision.
She scrunched her nose as she smelled the liquor and smoke in the main bar area. Quickly, she headed for the door, not looking back at all. This was one experience that she would like to forget.
*Second one tonight.........* She thought, remembering the situation with her father suddenly.
That thought brought his harsh voice back into her head again. *YOU'RE NO DAUGHTER OF MINE!!!* It seemed to echo through her head over and over, bringing pain to her hardened heart.
Vegeta sighed as she fought to keep her stiff, emotionless expression on her face. *I must be strong. Warriors do not show weakling emotions.*
With this thought in her head, she quickly straightened up her posture, keeping her head help up high with dignity and pride. She reached for the shining metal door handle and pushed it in, opening the door silently.
Vegeta felt the fresh and clean air hit her face with an amazing force. She breathed deeply, wanting to rid herself of the smoky residue that was in her mouth.
Quickly, she walked out onto the sidewalk and looked for some sort of direction to a place that would be deserted.
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Goten eyes flickered open, then shut again abruptly. He could feel cold glass of the empty beer bottle in his hand. Yes, that wonderful drink had kept him company for a while. However, he had soon gotten tired and dozed off right in front of the building.
His eyes suddenly snapped open as he remembered where he was. His hand reached for his back pocket. He sighed with relief as he felt his wallet's presence. Thank Dende; it was a miracle that he hadn't been robbed while he slept in front of the bar.
*Shit*
He didn't know what time it was or how long he had been lying there up against the outside of the bar. He had probably missed the exit of the Saiyajin woman as well.
*Damn*
He looked around the area, still rather tired. It was still rather dark out, the only light coming from a street lamp across the deserted street. A light breeze blew Goten's hair gently against his face, calming him a bit.
*Surely I can still find her. I mean, her ki is rather high..........*
Goten smirked as he thought of how he must look lying up against the bar. *Good thing mother isn't here. She would say that I had become a no- good homeless drunkard........... Dende, I surely look the part........*
He chuckled lightly at this, but then immediately shut his mouth as a female figure exited the bar, the bell on the door tinkling lightly as it shut on its own. The woman walked up to the edge of the sidewalk and looked around a bit, as if not knowing where to go. Suddenly she turned to the side and the light of the moon shined upon her face.
Goten's eyes slowly widened as he realized who it was. He hadn't missed her after all!
For it was none other than the Saiyajin woman standing there on the sidewalk.
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Well, there's another chapter. Please review. Thanks. I'm sorry for not updating in a long while. School has been very stressful lately. I'll try to get more updates posted during Thanksgiving break. Until then!
-P.G.
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ.
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Dark Consequence
By: Ponytail Goddess
Chapter 4: Woman in the Moonlight
Bulma froze as shock took over her body. She was paralyzed in a stance with wide eyes and a quivering jaw. Slowly she sank into her own little word, everything getting darker by the second.
She could hear someone........Trunks probably, screaming in a worried voice, "MOTHER!!!" repeatedly. However, his shouts got dimmer and dimmer as she felt gravity take over, pulling her to her knees.
"How dare he......... He didn't even tell me......." She whispered weakly, her skin paling as tears gathered in her cerulean eyes.
*He never wanted us to know about his life before Earth, and now I see why.........bastard!*
As the tears started to pour down her face, she felt herself being grabbed into a hug. She looked to her side to find her handsome son there, embracing her, his head resting upon her shoulder again. "Mom...........I'm so sorry.....I'm so sorry........." He repeated over and over, his words slurring as he sobbed.
"Oh Trunks-kun........it's not your fault........not your fault............" Bulma forced out of her parched throat as she stroked her son's hair lovingly.
Hatred boiled into Bulma's brain now as she thought of the Saiyajin no Ouji. He was going to get it when he came home............
*~*~*~*~*
"There ya go. Good work", Salsa muttered as she counted out bills and placed them in Vegeta's hand quickly. It was approximately 4:00 a.m. and the bar was now closed. There was very little light remaining in the slightly run-down place. Vegeta's hand firmly gripped the cash that had been placed into it and gave Salsa a devilish Saiyajin smirk.
Not waiting for Salsa to comment on anything else, Vegeta boldly turned around and stormed into the smoke-filled dressing room to put on her spandex again. She saw Tanga and three other girls in there changing as well. Tanga offered her a kind smile as soon as she entered. Vegeta frowned at this. She did not want the whore girl as a friend.
"You did a great job tonight Vegeta! You'll have to teach me how to do some of those dances! They were extraordinary!" She exclaimed in her high-pitched voice, making Vegeta cringe. Her Saiyajin ears were sensitive to that kind of thing.
Vegeta snorted at this, slightly amused. She wasn't coming back to this hellhole ever again. Soon she would be flying up in her ship again, going back to her normal business.
*I'll start on my ship tonight.*
She knew that she would not be able to work very much during the daylight. The "Earthlings" would become suspicious of what she was doing. That would never do. Vegeta didn't like publicity. She just wanted to finish her spaceship in peace, no questions asked.
"So where do you live Vegeta? Can I come and visit?" Tanga continued, obviously not seeing the distaste in Vegeta's eyes.
*Annoying bitch*
But then another thought popped into Vegeta's head. Where was she going to live while she repaired her ship? It certainly couldn't hold her now. The bottom was pushed in quite far, making it impossible to even enter the ship. The theif's ship was almost worse, having been crushed between her ship and the ground.
*Hmm........She brings up a good point.*
"Vegeta? Vegeta?" She kept asking, finally realizing that Vegeta was paying little to no attention to her at all. Vegeta, however, totally ignored her. She packed up her trunk and capsulized it quickly. Grabbing the capsule in her hand, she trudged out of the room quickly, brushing some stiff black locks of hair out of her vision.
She scrunched her nose as she smelled the liquor and smoke in the main bar area. Quickly, she headed for the door, not looking back at all. This was one experience that she would like to forget.
*Second one tonight.........* She thought, remembering the situation with her father suddenly.
That thought brought his harsh voice back into her head again. *YOU'RE NO DAUGHTER OF MINE!!!* It seemed to echo through her head over and over, bringing pain to her hardened heart.
Vegeta sighed as she fought to keep her stiff, emotionless expression on her face. *I must be strong. Warriors do not show weakling emotions.*
With this thought in her head, she quickly straightened up her posture, keeping her head help up high with dignity and pride. She reached for the shining metal door handle and pushed it in, opening the door silently.
Vegeta felt the fresh and clean air hit her face with an amazing force. She breathed deeply, wanting to rid herself of the smoky residue that was in her mouth.
Quickly, she walked out onto the sidewalk and looked for some sort of direction to a place that would be deserted.
*~*~*~*~*
Goten eyes flickered open, then shut again abruptly. He could feel cold glass of the empty beer bottle in his hand. Yes, that wonderful drink had kept him company for a while. However, he had soon gotten tired and dozed off right in front of the building.
His eyes suddenly snapped open as he remembered where he was. His hand reached for his back pocket. He sighed with relief as he felt his wallet's presence. Thank Dende; it was a miracle that he hadn't been robbed while he slept in front of the bar.
*Shit*
He didn't know what time it was or how long he had been lying there up against the outside of the bar. He had probably missed the exit of the Saiyajin woman as well.
*Damn*
He looked around the area, still rather tired. It was still rather dark out, the only light coming from a street lamp across the deserted street. A light breeze blew Goten's hair gently against his face, calming him a bit.
*Surely I can still find her. I mean, her ki is rather high..........*
Goten smirked as he thought of how he must look lying up against the bar. *Good thing mother isn't here. She would say that I had become a no- good homeless drunkard........... Dende, I surely look the part........*
He chuckled lightly at this, but then immediately shut his mouth as a female figure exited the bar, the bell on the door tinkling lightly as it shut on its own. The woman walked up to the edge of the sidewalk and looked around a bit, as if not knowing where to go. Suddenly she turned to the side and the light of the moon shined upon her face.
Goten's eyes slowly widened as he realized who it was. He hadn't missed her after all!
For it was none other than the Saiyajin woman standing there on the sidewalk.
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Well, there's another chapter. Please review. Thanks. I'm sorry for not updating in a long while. School has been very stressful lately. I'll try to get more updates posted during Thanksgiving break. Until then!
-P.G.