Author's Note: Hey. I'm really sorry about what happened.. I was really close to ditching this story.. But.. This author's went through her stage of times of good and bad, and she admits that she has done a lolt of growing physically and mentally.
Thank you, to the people to still reviewed. If your reading this.. I'm really suprised. But thank you SO much. You inspired me to go back.
Well Here we go...
The Scar
Chapter Seven -
Can't Let It Be
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Bulma's body went rigid as her master closed her hand around her waist.
He twirled her in time to the soft music playing, a small smile playing across his lips.
Bulma turned her head away from him.
She couldn't even dare to look at him. His eyes, face, and touch was searing into her flesh, bringing back such unwanted memories.
"I must have forgotten to introduce myself", the rogueish voice said, bringing her back to reality.
Finally, to Bulma's luck the music was cut short.
She quickly glanced up at him then back down, "Yes.."
He took her hand, "Devon Brooks", he told her as he kissed it.
Bulma quickly tore her hand away and curtsied, "Thank you for the dance."
She turned on her heels and went to go look for her new guardians.
The King of Vegetsai rose a glass in the air, "Welcome! I would like to introduce my dear friends, King and Queen of Lexuim! ..And of course there new beautiful and charming daughter Bulma!"
The crowd applauded jovially.
Bulma smiled weakly as everyone around her smiled and applauded.
Devon was serving himself a glass of bunch when he heard the name, Bulma.
His head shot up and looked back and forth at the crowd of people.
"So she's here", he thought.
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Bulma saw, her master, Devon Brooks search through the crowds as he heard her name.
'Crap...what am I going to do now', she thought.
She quickly turned away from the gathering mass the people.
"Ms. Briefs!"
Bulma quickly took a glance at whoever was calling her.
It was a young woman, with lucious, long, blonde hair and blue charming eyes. She seemed to be about her age as well.
"Ah, Ms. Briefs. It's really nice to finally meet you", the other woman curtsied. "My name is Clara Fairfax."
Bulma did a quick curtsie, "It's also very nice to meet you to Ms. Fairfax, but I have matters to attend to."
Clara slightly hung her head, "I see.. I so looked forward to meeting you. I heard so much about you.."
"I apologize.. but if I don't hurry, I'm afraid there won't be any more of me left to meet. I promise to look you up and have a real conversation", Bulma added with a smile.
The woman, Clara smiled and nodded.
'Ms. Bulma does seem to be an odd character..Oh well..', she thought and went on her way.
Bulma quickly searched around the room for a place to hide, "Oh where can I go.. The garden!"
She made a fast pace towards the double doors leading towards the porch and into the garden.
She quietly opened the door as little as she possibly could and slipped out.
She practically jumped down the steps leading off of the porch and ran into the inner garden.
"Gosh, this place is like a maze," Bulma muttered.
She rounded a corner only to walk into something that felt like a wall. Only much warmer and not as hard.
"That, my dear, is because it is," a low, almost growling voice said to her.
Bulma looked up and groaned, "Not you again.."
Vegeta chuckled, "Don't I feel special. So tell me, why is Cinderella running away from her ball?"
Bulma ignored the annoying prince and walked away, she found a bench with a small pond filled with lillies by it and sat down.
She sighed softly and placed her hand under her chin, while the other hand drew little circlets in the water.
"Tell me"
Bulma turned around to face Vegeta again, she suddenly realized that she hadn't even heard him move.
"Your very acute, and sly", she said to him, then faced back to how she orginally was.
Vegeta laughed softly, "Thanks, but stop changing the subject."
"I'm not", Bulma countered.
"A girl like you should be having the best time in her life, inside. I see that your not, why?"
The young woman sighed and slowly put a falling hair strand back in place.
"I see there's no way around you", she muttered.
Vegeta moved towards her and sat down on the bench, "Nope. So talk"
"..there's a man in there who knows me", she began.
Vegeta arched a simple eyebrow, "So...?"
"So.. he knows the real me. The me I want to forget, and he won't let me", she said then paused.
"I don't quite comprehend, but do continue"
"Look, if he finds me.. My life will be cut off short. Do you understand that?"
"Maybe..", he said softly.
He slowly moved closer to her.
'What am I doing?!', he thought.
Vegeta couldn't seem to pull himself away, she was like an attraction.
Like a magnet, yet no other women made him feel this way..
He placed one hand on her cheek and with his thumb he rubbed it slowly.
"Don't worry. Your safe here with me", with that he left the conversation closed in an warming kiss.
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Author's Notes: Well? ...I know it was short...GOME NE!! *sighs* I'll update soon!
...Hopefully.. I need to get my friend to smack me if I don't make my deadline.. u.u;;
Thank you and please review!
Thank you, to the people to still reviewed. If your reading this.. I'm really suprised. But thank you SO much. You inspired me to go back.
Well Here we go...
The Scar
Chapter Seven -
Can't Let It Be
_______________________________________________________
Bulma's body went rigid as her master closed her hand around her waist.
He twirled her in time to the soft music playing, a small smile playing across his lips.
Bulma turned her head away from him.
She couldn't even dare to look at him. His eyes, face, and touch was searing into her flesh, bringing back such unwanted memories.
"I must have forgotten to introduce myself", the rogueish voice said, bringing her back to reality.
Finally, to Bulma's luck the music was cut short.
She quickly glanced up at him then back down, "Yes.."
He took her hand, "Devon Brooks", he told her as he kissed it.
Bulma quickly tore her hand away and curtsied, "Thank you for the dance."
She turned on her heels and went to go look for her new guardians.
The King of Vegetsai rose a glass in the air, "Welcome! I would like to introduce my dear friends, King and Queen of Lexuim! ..And of course there new beautiful and charming daughter Bulma!"
The crowd applauded jovially.
Bulma smiled weakly as everyone around her smiled and applauded.
Devon was serving himself a glass of bunch when he heard the name, Bulma.
His head shot up and looked back and forth at the crowd of people.
"So she's here", he thought.
- - - - -
Bulma saw, her master, Devon Brooks search through the crowds as he heard her name.
'Crap...what am I going to do now', she thought.
She quickly turned away from the gathering mass the people.
"Ms. Briefs!"
Bulma quickly took a glance at whoever was calling her.
It was a young woman, with lucious, long, blonde hair and blue charming eyes. She seemed to be about her age as well.
"Ah, Ms. Briefs. It's really nice to finally meet you", the other woman curtsied. "My name is Clara Fairfax."
Bulma did a quick curtsie, "It's also very nice to meet you to Ms. Fairfax, but I have matters to attend to."
Clara slightly hung her head, "I see.. I so looked forward to meeting you. I heard so much about you.."
"I apologize.. but if I don't hurry, I'm afraid there won't be any more of me left to meet. I promise to look you up and have a real conversation", Bulma added with a smile.
The woman, Clara smiled and nodded.
'Ms. Bulma does seem to be an odd character..Oh well..', she thought and went on her way.
Bulma quickly searched around the room for a place to hide, "Oh where can I go.. The garden!"
She made a fast pace towards the double doors leading towards the porch and into the garden.
She quietly opened the door as little as she possibly could and slipped out.
She practically jumped down the steps leading off of the porch and ran into the inner garden.
"Gosh, this place is like a maze," Bulma muttered.
She rounded a corner only to walk into something that felt like a wall. Only much warmer and not as hard.
"That, my dear, is because it is," a low, almost growling voice said to her.
Bulma looked up and groaned, "Not you again.."
Vegeta chuckled, "Don't I feel special. So tell me, why is Cinderella running away from her ball?"
Bulma ignored the annoying prince and walked away, she found a bench with a small pond filled with lillies by it and sat down.
She sighed softly and placed her hand under her chin, while the other hand drew little circlets in the water.
"Tell me"
Bulma turned around to face Vegeta again, she suddenly realized that she hadn't even heard him move.
"Your very acute, and sly", she said to him, then faced back to how she orginally was.
Vegeta laughed softly, "Thanks, but stop changing the subject."
"I'm not", Bulma countered.
"A girl like you should be having the best time in her life, inside. I see that your not, why?"
The young woman sighed and slowly put a falling hair strand back in place.
"I see there's no way around you", she muttered.
Vegeta moved towards her and sat down on the bench, "Nope. So talk"
"..there's a man in there who knows me", she began.
Vegeta arched a simple eyebrow, "So...?"
"So.. he knows the real me. The me I want to forget, and he won't let me", she said then paused.
"I don't quite comprehend, but do continue"
"Look, if he finds me.. My life will be cut off short. Do you understand that?"
"Maybe..", he said softly.
He slowly moved closer to her.
'What am I doing?!', he thought.
Vegeta couldn't seem to pull himself away, she was like an attraction.
Like a magnet, yet no other women made him feel this way..
He placed one hand on her cheek and with his thumb he rubbed it slowly.
"Don't worry. Your safe here with me", with that he left the conversation closed in an warming kiss.
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Author's Notes: Well? ...I know it was short...GOME NE!! *sighs* I'll update soon!
...Hopefully.. I need to get my friend to smack me if I don't make my deadline.. u.u;;
Thank you and please review!