Titus ran a hand through his golden hair and sighed. He refastened his gun
and stretched his neck. Silas stood up from where he was sitting and they
stood without speaking, scouting both parks.
"You know, I don't think that Goten would Bura some place obvious." Silas said.
Titus shook his hair and glanced at him.
"Yeah. But where do you think somebody under that much suspicion would take the princess?"
They had been only looking for them for five minutes with no success. And now they stood on a man made hill in the middle of the larger park, scouring for the two.
Silas threw his hands up in the air and covered his eyes with one hand.
"Okay, let's try this; I'm going to point to one place blindly and then we search there."
He uncovered one eye and looked at Titus sheepishly.
"And let's hope the fact that my mother was a psychic will help." He grinned as he recovered his eyes again.
Titus smiled slowly, despite the dilemma they were in.
Silas took in a deep breath and whispered a few chants under his breath. He focussed his mind on Bura and Goten. Something ticked in his head, and his hand flew in the direction.
He stood there, uncovered his eyes and kept his finger to where it was pointing. Titus looked in the direction and raised his eyebrows.
"Hmph, I was thinking of the same place."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Bura closed her tear burning eyes and tried to keep herself from whimpering. Goten breathed hard and readjusted his grip on the knife. His hand was so sweaty, the handle felt uncomfortable with all the excess heat and sweat.
He dug it a little more into her neck, not to break the skin, just to shake her up a bit.
"Why, Goten? Why?" She asked weakly.
Goten put his head to one side and looked back at her.
"You, you and your stupid, stupid family." He hissed as his heart froze to ice.
Bura shuddered. She braced herself for the worse.
"My father left it all to me. My brother couldn't do it; he's a wimp. Just like your father."
Bura was slightly angered by that comment. But she decided not to protest. She couldn't understand why he was doing this. She really thought that they had something special between them. But love truly is blind.
"Death will come slowly, Princess. Just like all those long years I grew up with no father. Only my weakling brother and the anger from what your father did to mine-----to my family kept me alive."
He spat on the ground and looked back at her. His cologne filled her nose and she longed to imagine that this was all a dream. A nightmare that was just too real.
Goten bit his lip, hard, drawing sweet blood. He turned his face from hers.
"Damnit, Bura. I have to do this." He cursed quietly, lifting his eyes back to hers.
He grabbed both of Bura's hands with his free one and immobilized them.
"Now you can't escape." His breath was hot on her face. Bura turned her eyes away from his piercing ones.
"I thought you loved me!" She yelled at him, tears streaming.
Goten held down her feet with his knees and ignored her.
Bura squirmed uncomfortably. She pushed her chest to him.
"Look, Goten, just let me go. I'll give you anything you want." She parted her legs and skirt a bit, revealing her panties.
Goten was surprised. He looked away.
"You think I'm like other men?" He replied coldly. "Close up your legs, slut."
More tears swelled up in Bura's eyes. She did as she was told and relaxed her shoulders.
"Why don't you kill me, Goten?" She began to taunt him, out of anger.
Goten dug the knife a little deeper into her neck. He didn't want to break the skin, not to see blood ruin her perfect, white neck-------not yet. Bura's breathing became more shallow and sped up.
Goten narrowed his eyes, deadly. "Death is no laughing matter, Princess."
Bura shuddered; the memory of Titus' warnings came to haunt her again. Now she wanted him more than ever. She wanted him to come back and hold her in his strong arms.
Goten suddenly leaned to her. He kissed her swiftly on the lips. It was a hot and rough kiss.
He leaned back and resettled the blade in its position. Bura couldn't speak. He was expressionless; the move came out of nowhere. She could still feel her lips burning with his love and she almost began to think that she really was dreaming.
He smiled slowly; it was a relaxed and unreadable smile.
"One last kiss."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Titus and Silas ran down through the small park and began to make a shortcut into the cemetery.
Silas tripped, he landed on the ground sharply. His foot was entangled in a tree root.
Titus sighed and headed for him. He picked Silas up quickly and let him sit for a while to inspect his leg.
"Are you alright?"
Silas looked up slowly and back at his roughed up pant leg.
"I'm fine. Just a little trip." He got and shook the uneasy feeling from his leg.
Titus crossed his arms. "Try to keep up, Silas." There was a certain tone of arrogance in his voice as he sprinted off.
Silas shook his head, and followed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Vegeta knew something wasn't right. But he had to wait patiently. This was a very morbid kind of game. You learn how to position your allies by losing a member. A daughter. But he had to do it.
He stood up, walked up the stairs slowly, thinking. Bulma came out of the room and confronted him.
"Where is she?"
Vegeta ignored her and went past her, leaving a trail of cold air. He was tired and stressed. No more fights for him today.
Bulma sighed and followed him. Vegeta entered the master bedroom and sat on the bed. Bulma stood in the doorway and looked at him.
"She's in danger, isn't she?" She said softly. She observed him carefully, hoping to read his thoughts.
Vegeta continued to ignore her, crossed his arms and closed his eyes. His face seemed older now; his weathered worn face was sad and heavy. Bulma shook her head and walked out, her shoulders sagging in lost hope.
"Game over." He whispered hoarsely as hot tears touched the corners of his eyes.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Titus landed softly from a tree and onto the cold, graveyard grass. He motioned to Silas and he leapt off too. Titus' eyes darted back and forth, searching.
He saw something move behind a tombstone.
The stone was at least a few yards away, but his eyesight was exceptional.
He nodded numbly to Silas and sprinted swiftly past stones and paused, wary behind another large, aged tombstone.
Silas followed obediently. Titus saw Goten's face peek out from the top of the stone and he shuddered. He put his back against the stone and drew out his gun slowly.
"Silas, see if Bura's there." He whispered. He was sweating and panting now. The dry grass rubbed against his jeans and he shifted his weight.
Silas moved to another angle, then he gasped.
He froze. What was Titus going to do to him when he finds out that------
Titus pulled him back quickly by the collar. He pressed his face in front of his.
"What did you see?" He demanded.
Silas blinked, unsure of how he should word his speech. If he agitated him, Titus may make a regrettable mistake. But if he isn't accurate, all three lives would be on the stake of Goten's mind.
"Bura's being, um, pressed against a tombstone. With a, a, um, knife against her neck." He stammered out clumsily.
Titus' heart skipped as he braced himself and ran behind a different stone. His heart was beating very fast and he was sweating profusely. He motioned to his partner to move to another stone to his far left. Silas obeyed.
Titus checked his gun with his sweaty palms as he crawl closer and closer to where the couple was. Silas stayed in his position, watching Titus' every move and stayed prepared.
Titus felt the dry grass underneath his wet palms and the grass picked off his sweat as he neared them.
He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Note:
REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! DO I HAVE TO DRAW YOU PEOPLE A PICTURE?! HAHAHAH, JK! Anyhoo, I'm being nice, so I'm gonna stop that "if I don't get (number of reviews) I'm not updating!" thing. It was quite a bore. I got the idea from my friend.
"You know, I don't think that Goten would Bura some place obvious." Silas said.
Titus shook his hair and glanced at him.
"Yeah. But where do you think somebody under that much suspicion would take the princess?"
They had been only looking for them for five minutes with no success. And now they stood on a man made hill in the middle of the larger park, scouring for the two.
Silas threw his hands up in the air and covered his eyes with one hand.
"Okay, let's try this; I'm going to point to one place blindly and then we search there."
He uncovered one eye and looked at Titus sheepishly.
"And let's hope the fact that my mother was a psychic will help." He grinned as he recovered his eyes again.
Titus smiled slowly, despite the dilemma they were in.
Silas took in a deep breath and whispered a few chants under his breath. He focussed his mind on Bura and Goten. Something ticked in his head, and his hand flew in the direction.
He stood there, uncovered his eyes and kept his finger to where it was pointing. Titus looked in the direction and raised his eyebrows.
"Hmph, I was thinking of the same place."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Bura closed her tear burning eyes and tried to keep herself from whimpering. Goten breathed hard and readjusted his grip on the knife. His hand was so sweaty, the handle felt uncomfortable with all the excess heat and sweat.
He dug it a little more into her neck, not to break the skin, just to shake her up a bit.
"Why, Goten? Why?" She asked weakly.
Goten put his head to one side and looked back at her.
"You, you and your stupid, stupid family." He hissed as his heart froze to ice.
Bura shuddered. She braced herself for the worse.
"My father left it all to me. My brother couldn't do it; he's a wimp. Just like your father."
Bura was slightly angered by that comment. But she decided not to protest. She couldn't understand why he was doing this. She really thought that they had something special between them. But love truly is blind.
"Death will come slowly, Princess. Just like all those long years I grew up with no father. Only my weakling brother and the anger from what your father did to mine-----to my family kept me alive."
He spat on the ground and looked back at her. His cologne filled her nose and she longed to imagine that this was all a dream. A nightmare that was just too real.
Goten bit his lip, hard, drawing sweet blood. He turned his face from hers.
"Damnit, Bura. I have to do this." He cursed quietly, lifting his eyes back to hers.
He grabbed both of Bura's hands with his free one and immobilized them.
"Now you can't escape." His breath was hot on her face. Bura turned her eyes away from his piercing ones.
"I thought you loved me!" She yelled at him, tears streaming.
Goten held down her feet with his knees and ignored her.
Bura squirmed uncomfortably. She pushed her chest to him.
"Look, Goten, just let me go. I'll give you anything you want." She parted her legs and skirt a bit, revealing her panties.
Goten was surprised. He looked away.
"You think I'm like other men?" He replied coldly. "Close up your legs, slut."
More tears swelled up in Bura's eyes. She did as she was told and relaxed her shoulders.
"Why don't you kill me, Goten?" She began to taunt him, out of anger.
Goten dug the knife a little deeper into her neck. He didn't want to break the skin, not to see blood ruin her perfect, white neck-------not yet. Bura's breathing became more shallow and sped up.
Goten narrowed his eyes, deadly. "Death is no laughing matter, Princess."
Bura shuddered; the memory of Titus' warnings came to haunt her again. Now she wanted him more than ever. She wanted him to come back and hold her in his strong arms.
Goten suddenly leaned to her. He kissed her swiftly on the lips. It was a hot and rough kiss.
He leaned back and resettled the blade in its position. Bura couldn't speak. He was expressionless; the move came out of nowhere. She could still feel her lips burning with his love and she almost began to think that she really was dreaming.
He smiled slowly; it was a relaxed and unreadable smile.
"One last kiss."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Titus and Silas ran down through the small park and began to make a shortcut into the cemetery.
Silas tripped, he landed on the ground sharply. His foot was entangled in a tree root.
Titus sighed and headed for him. He picked Silas up quickly and let him sit for a while to inspect his leg.
"Are you alright?"
Silas looked up slowly and back at his roughed up pant leg.
"I'm fine. Just a little trip." He got and shook the uneasy feeling from his leg.
Titus crossed his arms. "Try to keep up, Silas." There was a certain tone of arrogance in his voice as he sprinted off.
Silas shook his head, and followed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Vegeta knew something wasn't right. But he had to wait patiently. This was a very morbid kind of game. You learn how to position your allies by losing a member. A daughter. But he had to do it.
He stood up, walked up the stairs slowly, thinking. Bulma came out of the room and confronted him.
"Where is she?"
Vegeta ignored her and went past her, leaving a trail of cold air. He was tired and stressed. No more fights for him today.
Bulma sighed and followed him. Vegeta entered the master bedroom and sat on the bed. Bulma stood in the doorway and looked at him.
"She's in danger, isn't she?" She said softly. She observed him carefully, hoping to read his thoughts.
Vegeta continued to ignore her, crossed his arms and closed his eyes. His face seemed older now; his weathered worn face was sad and heavy. Bulma shook her head and walked out, her shoulders sagging in lost hope.
"Game over." He whispered hoarsely as hot tears touched the corners of his eyes.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Titus landed softly from a tree and onto the cold, graveyard grass. He motioned to Silas and he leapt off too. Titus' eyes darted back and forth, searching.
He saw something move behind a tombstone.
The stone was at least a few yards away, but his eyesight was exceptional.
He nodded numbly to Silas and sprinted swiftly past stones and paused, wary behind another large, aged tombstone.
Silas followed obediently. Titus saw Goten's face peek out from the top of the stone and he shuddered. He put his back against the stone and drew out his gun slowly.
"Silas, see if Bura's there." He whispered. He was sweating and panting now. The dry grass rubbed against his jeans and he shifted his weight.
Silas moved to another angle, then he gasped.
He froze. What was Titus going to do to him when he finds out that------
Titus pulled him back quickly by the collar. He pressed his face in front of his.
"What did you see?" He demanded.
Silas blinked, unsure of how he should word his speech. If he agitated him, Titus may make a regrettable mistake. But if he isn't accurate, all three lives would be on the stake of Goten's mind.
"Bura's being, um, pressed against a tombstone. With a, a, um, knife against her neck." He stammered out clumsily.
Titus' heart skipped as he braced himself and ran behind a different stone. His heart was beating very fast and he was sweating profusely. He motioned to his partner to move to another stone to his far left. Silas obeyed.
Titus checked his gun with his sweaty palms as he crawl closer and closer to where the couple was. Silas stayed in his position, watching Titus' every move and stayed prepared.
Titus felt the dry grass underneath his wet palms and the grass picked off his sweat as he neared them.
He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Note:
REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! DO I HAVE TO DRAW YOU PEOPLE A PICTURE?! HAHAHAH, JK! Anyhoo, I'm being nice, so I'm gonna stop that "if I don't get (number of reviews) I'm not updating!" thing. It was quite a bore. I got the idea from my friend.
