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WARNING! The following contains language, violence and mature themes not necessarily appearing in all chapters. However, I anticipate there will be MAJOR graphical scenes of violence and rape later in the chapters. This is after Vegeta and Bulma's little "get together" by the way. Rated R to NC-17. For mature readers only. If you choose to ignore this warning, don't go crying to your mommy that you read about sex on FanFiction.Net.-Be for warned.

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-Saiya-jin Chironu

Dark Ages; The Paradoxical suicide

Chapter Two- Blinded Emotion

"Beep, beep…BEEP!" Bulma groaned in reaction to the annoying interruption indicating a new day. She reached out from under the covers and weakly slammed her fist onto her radio-alarm clock. After consuming a few more minutes of sleep, she stretched, rubbed her eyes and starred over at her night stand and read: 6:47 AM. She yawned once again, then stood up.

She had promised herself to forget about the past and move on with her life- even if it meant getting up early to do some lab work. She walked over to her small, in-bedroom bathroom and washed her face with warm, cleansing water and brushed her teeth. Feeling better, she then made her way downstairs. She hadn't much an appetite that morning, so she only made herself a cup of coffee and nibbled on a piece of toast. When finished, she sat still in thought. It had been a few days since she had worked, but was up to a scheduled day of work and get her mind in proper order. She then was struck by an idea.

Fresh in memory from just last night, she thought she should check up on the gravity room's current status. *The machine should be in weak condition by now. After all, it's been at least three or four days since I last repaired it.* "But then… how come Vegeta hasn't hassled me lately?" She said aloud. Taking a brief moment of silence, she then found something oddly out of place. *Vegeta should be in the kitchen by now…* Knowledgeable by the daily Saiya-jin's ritual, she instinctively knew something was wrong. She was afraid though. Afraid to interrupt the guy's training… if he was training. She held back her worry and decided to work on something else.

A few hours past, and she was near completion of her new invention. But she still couldn't keep focused. She had to check up on Vegeta. With that, she briskly made her way to the Gravitation Chamber entrance. Holding her breath, she bravely made her way in. A few moments after stepping in, she noticed the air smelt putrid. She made out the scent to be blood. Bulma gasped in horror as she saw the machinery worse than ever.

Chunks of metallic parts and wiring scattered the grounds and the air was thick with a mahogany-like mist adding to the already putrid smell. *I-it… It smells of blood… what is this??* She ran threw the room spotting a shadowed figure beneath the intoxicating fumes.

"VEGETA"!!!

She leaped over to him, struggling to hold him up into a sitting position. He was unconscious and in bad shape. His body was soaked in blood. She knelt under him and wrapped his arms onto her shoulders. She tried to carry him out, but proved to be too weak to carry the heavier man's body. This caused her to go frantic and start to panic. She dragged him out as fast as she could and barely made it out.

She couldn't carry him around any longer and it appeared like there wasn't much time. She ran away not looking back at him, towards her father, Dr. Briefs. Panting from exhaustion, she burst through her father's laboratory. Her eyes bulged from the shock. Her father unaware of the situation, turned around with a smile and greeted his daughter.

"Oh, Bulma! You're finally out of you're room. I was get…" Just before he could finish, Bulma shouted. "DAADDY"!!! "Bulma? What is it?? are you O-…" "It's Vegeta! He's badly wounded!"

After informing her father on the situation, he helped transport the Saiya-jin to Recovery. Two hours past and she found herself sitting by Vegeta's bedside. Her eyes glistened with a watery substance.

*I-I'm crying…*

"Vegeta… I don't want you to die…I want to know you Vegeta…"