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Nightmare and Reality (Chapter 6) By: Krysis
She could feel tears burn her flesh as she lay on a white bed, in a white room. She was feeling alone and scared spite that she was safe from him. Did she really feel safe without him? She felt empty almost as if her heart were crushing.
She shifted her wings out, her beautiful wings that were now destroyed. She felt down the ridges of them where they had been cut. She was clipped like a bird without flight. She could feel a frown shift on her face. She missed him; she missed his world and the warmth. She was cold up here, like sold ice.
"Don't fear Bulma dear, you are safe now!"
A voice was heard as it opened trough the white doors. Was every thing here so colorless, and empty? She allowed her wings to shift back keeping them out. She new how to control them now and she preferred to keep them out showing that she was threatened.
"I want to go back!"
She wasn't scared but it came out cracked almost if shivering with something that Bulma's mother couldn't place. She could feel emptiness to her words almost like there was something else she wanted to place with those words.
"Bulma you have no idea what you have done, let alone do I care to hear your wants right now. You have been foolish you should be trying to clean yourself of your sin."
"What if I like my sin?"
Bulma's mom turned around at hearing this as she would shift her blue angelic eyes to her daughters, she took notice to how much darker they were right now. Bulma could feel the power she held over her with her gaze.
"It is forbidden Bulma!"
"As is a human mother 'dearest,'"
She said her last words dripping with sarcasm. As she allowed her wings to fly out behind her in a threat, and she new that her mother took it that way as she took a few steps back.
"What has he done to you?"
At this Bulma was ready to lash out her anger when a voice was heard to the back or her head, It felt like home as a heavy accent voice that she new all to well spoke to her. She relaxed calming her anger that was beating inside of her.
'Calm yourself little one.' She laid back into her pillow with a frown as she spoke back into her own mind, as she allowed her words to show a slip of pain a sorrow. 'I miss you Vegeta' she didn't need to call him prince anymore she only needed to use his name to feel how much she missed him.
'It is to late love, the have screwed up because they tried to stop it but now it's to late all there plans on saving you and the worlds.' She shifted on the bed, her wings sliding back into her back as she closed her eyes. Her mother took this as a time of deep thought and left.
'What are you talking about Vegeta?' She used it in a harsh way, her eyebrows shifting into a frown. As she allowed her mind to search his own. Her eyes shooting open as he allowed her this once to enter into his mind. Her eyes shot open as she blocked him out in fear.
'How could he do this to me.' She lay in sweat as she stood up, pulling the white sheets from her as she tossed them to the side, she pounded onto the door, and just around that time a man opened the door. She was slightly shocked at how beautiful he was as she looked at his long spiked hair, and to his cheek a scar (I am a Yamcha basher so forgive me if I upset anyone) He spoke with worry.
"You okay miss?" he looked around the room as his eyes hit her own. They were now back to there own color as she smiled at him with a sweet 'angelic smile as she replied to him with the same sweet smile.
"Yes, I was hopping if I could go for a walk."
She felt his eyes hit the ground in a blush. As he would bow slightly as his white wings shifted slightly. So angels do have white wings, with everything else in this place who would have thought.
"Sure I would love to show you around."
Little did Bulma no that the back of her mind was opened to Vegeta's will as she would feed him all the information that he was going to be needed to this plan and plot of her. He was interested in it as he sat to his throne his back cape draped behind him and his tight fitting black clothes.
"Bulma, Bulma what are you doing eh?" he allowed his fingerless black gloves to graze his chin as he looked into the back of her mind. He still had control over her but her plan was evil. Her plan was more evil then he could ever muster. Could this half angel pull of such a lie?
He wondered at this plot and plan, but she couldn't pull it off if she did then it would mean that his own plan would be wrecked and destroyed. He wound not have this! He called forth his elite guards, as he would plan an attack.
"Kakarott, I want you to bring her back to me. If she is harmed then so be it! She is plotting against her own king and after all I have done for her, but do make sure that her stomach is not harmed with all cause."
"Why is this m'lord?"
He allowed his black glove to graze the air. Only Kakarott dare to question his king, after all they were too much of the same mind to ever kill the other.
"You might be killing your own soon to be prince of hell!"
He stated with a smirk proud of his work. Shock was seen across Kakarotts face, as he would allow a grin to slip onto his own face.
"Are you sure of this?"
Nightmare and Reality (Chapter 6) By: Krysis
She could feel tears burn her flesh as she lay on a white bed, in a white room. She was feeling alone and scared spite that she was safe from him. Did she really feel safe without him? She felt empty almost as if her heart were crushing.
She shifted her wings out, her beautiful wings that were now destroyed. She felt down the ridges of them where they had been cut. She was clipped like a bird without flight. She could feel a frown shift on her face. She missed him; she missed his world and the warmth. She was cold up here, like sold ice.
"Don't fear Bulma dear, you are safe now!"
A voice was heard as it opened trough the white doors. Was every thing here so colorless, and empty? She allowed her wings to shift back keeping them out. She new how to control them now and she preferred to keep them out showing that she was threatened.
"I want to go back!"
She wasn't scared but it came out cracked almost if shivering with something that Bulma's mother couldn't place. She could feel emptiness to her words almost like there was something else she wanted to place with those words.
"Bulma you have no idea what you have done, let alone do I care to hear your wants right now. You have been foolish you should be trying to clean yourself of your sin."
"What if I like my sin?"
Bulma's mom turned around at hearing this as she would shift her blue angelic eyes to her daughters, she took notice to how much darker they were right now. Bulma could feel the power she held over her with her gaze.
"It is forbidden Bulma!"
"As is a human mother 'dearest,'"
She said her last words dripping with sarcasm. As she allowed her wings to fly out behind her in a threat, and she new that her mother took it that way as she took a few steps back.
"What has he done to you?"
At this Bulma was ready to lash out her anger when a voice was heard to the back or her head, It felt like home as a heavy accent voice that she new all to well spoke to her. She relaxed calming her anger that was beating inside of her.
'Calm yourself little one.' She laid back into her pillow with a frown as she spoke back into her own mind, as she allowed her words to show a slip of pain a sorrow. 'I miss you Vegeta' she didn't need to call him prince anymore she only needed to use his name to feel how much she missed him.
'It is to late love, the have screwed up because they tried to stop it but now it's to late all there plans on saving you and the worlds.' She shifted on the bed, her wings sliding back into her back as she closed her eyes. Her mother took this as a time of deep thought and left.
'What are you talking about Vegeta?' She used it in a harsh way, her eyebrows shifting into a frown. As she allowed her mind to search his own. Her eyes shooting open as he allowed her this once to enter into his mind. Her eyes shot open as she blocked him out in fear.
'How could he do this to me.' She lay in sweat as she stood up, pulling the white sheets from her as she tossed them to the side, she pounded onto the door, and just around that time a man opened the door. She was slightly shocked at how beautiful he was as she looked at his long spiked hair, and to his cheek a scar (I am a Yamcha basher so forgive me if I upset anyone) He spoke with worry.
"You okay miss?" he looked around the room as his eyes hit her own. They were now back to there own color as she smiled at him with a sweet 'angelic smile as she replied to him with the same sweet smile.
"Yes, I was hopping if I could go for a walk."
She felt his eyes hit the ground in a blush. As he would bow slightly as his white wings shifted slightly. So angels do have white wings, with everything else in this place who would have thought.
"Sure I would love to show you around."
Little did Bulma no that the back of her mind was opened to Vegeta's will as she would feed him all the information that he was going to be needed to this plan and plot of her. He was interested in it as he sat to his throne his back cape draped behind him and his tight fitting black clothes.
"Bulma, Bulma what are you doing eh?" he allowed his fingerless black gloves to graze his chin as he looked into the back of her mind. He still had control over her but her plan was evil. Her plan was more evil then he could ever muster. Could this half angel pull of such a lie?
He wondered at this plot and plan, but she couldn't pull it off if she did then it would mean that his own plan would be wrecked and destroyed. He wound not have this! He called forth his elite guards, as he would plan an attack.
"Kakarott, I want you to bring her back to me. If she is harmed then so be it! She is plotting against her own king and after all I have done for her, but do make sure that her stomach is not harmed with all cause."
"Why is this m'lord?"
He allowed his black glove to graze the air. Only Kakarott dare to question his king, after all they were too much of the same mind to ever kill the other.
"You might be killing your own soon to be prince of hell!"
He stated with a smirk proud of his work. Shock was seen across Kakarotts face, as he would allow a grin to slip onto his own face.
"Are you sure of this?"
