A/N: Hello people! Wow... over 200 reviews, you guys are so nice to me!
!!This is the first part of this chapter, the other is on the next chapter number, if it's not up right away, it will be momentarily!!
I don't own Dragonballz
*thoughts*
Warnings: Mentions of insanity and a twisted Bulma/??? moment
(I'm not gonna ruin it for ya^-^)
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Goku whipped his head around to see Vegeta standing there, running his fingers through his ebony hair.
"You're going to suffocate her like that. Leave."
"So you DO give a damn about her well-being."
"Get the fuck out of here before I kick your ass, you low-class freak."
Goku had known saying that was dangerous, but he had risked it, and was glad he did. He could see clearly on Vegeta's face that he had hit a nerve, and a rather large one at that. The earth-bred saiyajin exited the room hastily, leaving Vegeta alone with the silent woman slumbering on his bed. The king walked towards her slowly, unsure and apprehensive of what the siren might do.
As he sat down on the mattress, Vegeta noticed Bulma's eyes fluttering and had a sharp intake of breath. Would she finally wake from what seemed like an endless nightmare? If she DID wake, would what she do next be even more terrifying than when she was asleep? Maybe she was still dreaming. Internally screaming at himself for caring, Vegeta allowed his fingertips to ghost over the sick woman's cheek. Bulma furrowed her brow, and then, to Vegeta's astonishment, opened her eyes. The blue haired woman took Vegeta's fingers in her palm and kissed each one gently, her eyes boring into the king's the entire exchange.
*What in seven hells is she doing?!* Vegeta himself was still not fully comprehending that Bulma was rather out of touch with reality, but her next question provided the rude awakening the king needed to understand the state Bulma was in.
"Is this real?" Her voice was weak, and she was shaking slightly as she spoke.
"What do you MEAN 'is this real.'? Of course it's real! What reason do you have to believe otherwise?" Vegeta whispered, uneasy about the answer he might be given.
Bulma's mouth twisted into a sad smile, and she grasped Vegeta's hand in hers. "I've seen so much since I fell asleep after we fucked each other senseless. I went back in time. I went ahead in time. I went underwater; I couldn't breathe but I didn't need to. I went to places I can't even BEGIN to describe. Horrible places...terrifying places...awesome and marvellous places. I saw the future...I saw my mother, my real mother...and my father..."
Vegeta sat quietly, digesting the information given to him. *Best to humour her, she's so far gone that if her temper flares she'll take out at least half the ship.* "Who are your real parents then?"
Bulma smirked, emitting a hollow chuckle that gave Vegeta a slight chill. "Your captors, the ones who buried you, kept you from the light."
"You're not making sense, woman." Vegeta was growing impatient with Bulma's vague details, and was surprised that he himself wasn't going on into a tirade about saying only what you mean.
"Queen Papillon and King Derichi."
Vegeta's face froze in shock. *How? How could she have possibly given the exact names of the Irsena monarchs? There's no fucking way she could have EVER set foot in that country...is there? Those bastards...I can still remember the day we were captured...I was young then. She's...their daughter? No way, it's impossible. Unless...* Vegeta's tail lashed back and forth violently. What if the siren really COULD predict the future? If she was seeing the monarchs, there was a good chance that the entire saiyajin race was trekking towards an impending doom. "What happens in the future...when you see your birth parents?"
"They say I'm the princess of Irsena, and then..." Bulma's smile disappeared and she climbed into Vegeta's lap, not letting go of his one hand and grasping the other tightly. "...and then everyone on board this ship except for myself is executed in front of the entire throne room." said Bulma, her voice cracking. "I begged them not to, screamed at them, but no one listened, no one could hear me. Everyone died a more torturous death than the last; ChiChi was still pregnant when they..."
Bulma couldn't continue, opting instead to bury her head in Vegeta's neck, clasping his hands so forcefully they threatened to turn purple. She shed silent tears that trickled down Vegeta's chest. The savage siren, the ferocious, deadly beauty that was once the terror of the waterways was now reduced to a panic-stricken frail shell of a girl.
The king, however, was seized with terror. Could...could Bulma's predictions come true? One thought ran clear through his mind. *Oh shit.* "What did your parents look like?" *Maybe it was all some freaky coincidence, and this will put an end to these idiotic notions I've been having. No one can see the future. It would disrupt everything.*
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No, that's not all! It's just that my computer won't upload this entire file so I split it in half. Just go onto the next chapter, it's the other half of this one. If it's not up yet it will be momentarily.
!!This is the first part of this chapter, the other is on the next chapter number, if it's not up right away, it will be momentarily!!
I don't own Dragonballz
*thoughts*
Warnings: Mentions of insanity and a twisted Bulma/??? moment
(I'm not gonna ruin it for ya^-^)
~*~
Goku whipped his head around to see Vegeta standing there, running his fingers through his ebony hair.
"You're going to suffocate her like that. Leave."
"So you DO give a damn about her well-being."
"Get the fuck out of here before I kick your ass, you low-class freak."
Goku had known saying that was dangerous, but he had risked it, and was glad he did. He could see clearly on Vegeta's face that he had hit a nerve, and a rather large one at that. The earth-bred saiyajin exited the room hastily, leaving Vegeta alone with the silent woman slumbering on his bed. The king walked towards her slowly, unsure and apprehensive of what the siren might do.
As he sat down on the mattress, Vegeta noticed Bulma's eyes fluttering and had a sharp intake of breath. Would she finally wake from what seemed like an endless nightmare? If she DID wake, would what she do next be even more terrifying than when she was asleep? Maybe she was still dreaming. Internally screaming at himself for caring, Vegeta allowed his fingertips to ghost over the sick woman's cheek. Bulma furrowed her brow, and then, to Vegeta's astonishment, opened her eyes. The blue haired woman took Vegeta's fingers in her palm and kissed each one gently, her eyes boring into the king's the entire exchange.
*What in seven hells is she doing?!* Vegeta himself was still not fully comprehending that Bulma was rather out of touch with reality, but her next question provided the rude awakening the king needed to understand the state Bulma was in.
"Is this real?" Her voice was weak, and she was shaking slightly as she spoke.
"What do you MEAN 'is this real.'? Of course it's real! What reason do you have to believe otherwise?" Vegeta whispered, uneasy about the answer he might be given.
Bulma's mouth twisted into a sad smile, and she grasped Vegeta's hand in hers. "I've seen so much since I fell asleep after we fucked each other senseless. I went back in time. I went ahead in time. I went underwater; I couldn't breathe but I didn't need to. I went to places I can't even BEGIN to describe. Horrible places...terrifying places...awesome and marvellous places. I saw the future...I saw my mother, my real mother...and my father..."
Vegeta sat quietly, digesting the information given to him. *Best to humour her, she's so far gone that if her temper flares she'll take out at least half the ship.* "Who are your real parents then?"
Bulma smirked, emitting a hollow chuckle that gave Vegeta a slight chill. "Your captors, the ones who buried you, kept you from the light."
"You're not making sense, woman." Vegeta was growing impatient with Bulma's vague details, and was surprised that he himself wasn't going on into a tirade about saying only what you mean.
"Queen Papillon and King Derichi."
Vegeta's face froze in shock. *How? How could she have possibly given the exact names of the Irsena monarchs? There's no fucking way she could have EVER set foot in that country...is there? Those bastards...I can still remember the day we were captured...I was young then. She's...their daughter? No way, it's impossible. Unless...* Vegeta's tail lashed back and forth violently. What if the siren really COULD predict the future? If she was seeing the monarchs, there was a good chance that the entire saiyajin race was trekking towards an impending doom. "What happens in the future...when you see your birth parents?"
"They say I'm the princess of Irsena, and then..." Bulma's smile disappeared and she climbed into Vegeta's lap, not letting go of his one hand and grasping the other tightly. "...and then everyone on board this ship except for myself is executed in front of the entire throne room." said Bulma, her voice cracking. "I begged them not to, screamed at them, but no one listened, no one could hear me. Everyone died a more torturous death than the last; ChiChi was still pregnant when they..."
Bulma couldn't continue, opting instead to bury her head in Vegeta's neck, clasping his hands so forcefully they threatened to turn purple. She shed silent tears that trickled down Vegeta's chest. The savage siren, the ferocious, deadly beauty that was once the terror of the waterways was now reduced to a panic-stricken frail shell of a girl.
The king, however, was seized with terror. Could...could Bulma's predictions come true? One thought ran clear through his mind. *Oh shit.* "What did your parents look like?" *Maybe it was all some freaky coincidence, and this will put an end to these idiotic notions I've been having. No one can see the future. It would disrupt everything.*
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No, that's not all! It's just that my computer won't upload this entire file so I split it in half. Just go onto the next chapter, it's the other half of this one. If it's not up yet it will be momentarily.