Oh I really hate this. My story got deleted off my computer and I didn't
save the chapters onto disk. So now I have to think up a whole new chapter.
It's really quite irritating. Sorry for not updating in a while, been a
little busy with school, and getting over a small cold.
Disclaimer: nope, don't own Dbz. I do own the two officers in the story though so too bad! (Sweat drop) so what if they are just background characters.
Chapter 3 Learning to live
She sat on the edge of her bed staring at the vanity mirror. The one hung above her dresser. The one that had the roses carved around the edging. And the one that held a persons face in the glass that she didn't recognize. She had tried every thing to remember herself. She let her aqua blue hair down, moving her face side to side. Did she always let it down? Or had she preferred to keep it up? Her eyes scanned the room, searching for something, anything that would trigger a memory for her. But nothing helped.
Bulma hugged herself and looked down at her feet. Everything was happening too fast, she didn't know how to process all of this information. Just yesterday she had been released from the hospital, late night. She had slept till the sun rose in the early morning, and could not fall back to sleep. Then those two police officers had shown up and revealed to her that bad things had happened to her.
"At least there's one thing I'm glad not to remember." She muttered quietly to herself.
There was a loud knocking at her door, and it made Bulma jump slightly. She regained her posture and told the person in the hallway to enter. Vegeta stepped into the room. A stern look set on his features as he glanced at Bulma.
"Lunch is ready so come down and eat woma.Bulma." Vegeta gritted his teeth.
Then there was Vegeta, a man she didn't understand. He acted all high and supreme, but yet, he still was there for her when she needed to shoulder to lean on. Even now she knew he was fighting an inner battle, trying to not to be a jerk. Was this how he always was? Or was he just being this way because they thought she was fragile, that she was not strong enough to deal with things?
"I'm not hungry." She replied pulling her knees to her chest. Truth was she wasn't ready to go down their and face these people she had known her whole life, these people she could not remember. She didn't want their sympathy not for this.
"Fine." Vegeta said a hint of anger in his voice as he twirled around on his heels and began to storm out of Bulma's room.
"Vegeta?"
He stopped in the doorway and turned slightly to show he was listening.
"I can't remember, and I need to know," she paused trying to find the words. "Did I deserve this?"
Vegeta stiffened visibly, startled by her question. His anger boiled high as he ran the question through his mind a few times. He crushed his fingers into his palms.
"No body deserves this kind of treatment Bulma," He growled. "Especially you." He closed the door behind him, living Bulma staring at where he used to be. Her mouth her eyes wide and her mouth a gap. She felt the burning sensation in her cheeks. Could this mean there was someone that wanted her?
'No.' she thought grimly. 'There is no way anyone's going to want me now.'
Bulma crawled onto her bed, lying on her stomach on the center of the mattress. Burying her face into the depths of the soft pillows. She let out a sob and began to cry softly.
...
Vegeta looked at the clock, it was half past six and the sun was just started to lower. He slowly rose to his feet and stretched. It was time to get Bulma. She was not going to starve herself to death locked away in her room. Just because she can't deal with the harshness of life. He cringed at his thoughts. He didn't mean that, but he was angry. Angry at the man who did this to Bulma and mad at himself for not being with her. He made his way upstairs to her room. Pausing in front of the door to take a deep breath. He wanted to be calm when he faced her.
When he was positive that he wouldn't lose his cool, Vegeta knocked on the door. He waited but there was no reply from inside. He raised his eyebrow and slowly opened the door, preparing for the worse. What he found wasn't what he thought he would find. Bulma was curled up in a fetal position, snoring softly as she slept peacefully. There was a light breeze blowing threw her window. Adding a certain freshness to the air and causing Vegeta to relax. He watched Bulma for a few minutes. He didn't want to wake her; she looked so peaceful, free from the frustration.
Vegeta let out a sigh and made his way over to Bulma. He shook her gently. Bulma's eyes shot open and she pulled herself away from Vegeta. Her eyes wide with fear. It took a moment for her to realize who it was. And when she did she felt bad.
"I didn't mean to startle you." Vegeta said apologetically "I was just waking you up to let you know its time for dinner."
Bulma looked away from his intoxicating stare.
"I'm not hungry." She whispered.
"Oh no, your not pulling that again." He snapped. "You're eating whether or not you want to."
"I am; am I?" She snapped back. "And what are you planning to do, force feed me?"
"Yes," He replied with a feral grin. "And I'll get you a high chair and a bib with your name written on it too."
Bulma narrowed her eyes.
"I'm not going down there." She said calmly.
"Why the hell not?" he growled
"I just don't want to." She answered.
He mocked her waving his hand in the air as he mouthed her words. Then his face turned stern and serious. "Well tough luck, woman." He replied. "Life doesn't always go your way."
Bulma stuck her nose in the air and crossed her arms over her chest. She was suddenly hefted into the air and over Vegeta's shoulder.
"W.what are you doing!" Bulma shouted.
"Bringing you down stairs so you can eat dinner." Vegeta said with a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Put me down, right now you.you barbarian!" she ordered.
Vegeta snorted and didn't reply.
"Please put me down." She begged. She suddenly felt helpless. He wasn't listening and that was frustrating her.
~flashback~
"Don't touch me!" she begged. Tears were staining her cheeks as she swatted the mans hands away from her. He only laughed at the laughter sent chills through Bulma.
"Stop fighting Bulma." The man said. "Don't make things harder then they have to be."
"Please just leave me alone." She cried.
"No." he grinned. Then there was the sound of cloth ripping.
~end of flashback~
She opened her eyes; she was on the ground, curled into a ball. Shaking terribly. Vegeta was asking her if she was alright. Bulma sat up. Her face was red and puffy from her crying. She looked at him.
"He wouldn't stop." She cried as she raised her hand to her neck. "I was so afraid."
Vegeta remained silent.
"Oh god Vegeta." Bulma leaned into him. "I don't want to remember what happened to me."
He placed his hand onto her hand and gently stroked her hair.
"Shhhh." He coaxed softly.
"What am I going to do?" she asked in between sobs.
"There's only one thing you can do," Vegeta whispered. "Learn to live with it."
"I'm afraid."
"Don't be. I'll be with you." He said and kissed her on the forehead.
To be continued.
Please review.
Ruby: Thanks for your review. Well I'll let u in on a secret, its not Yamcha.although there will be a little bashing around of our friend. Maybe.
Mariah Ashley: Well I'm trying to update as soon as I can each time. I'm glad you like.
Kellis: You never know. I would guess he'd be a little protective of our blue hair heroine. This is after all a Vegeta/Bulma fic. Thanks for the review.
Kitty: What have I told you about that sugar, Kitty-bug, lay off of it. Well as you can tell this is a totally different chapter all together. I like it better then the last one.
ssjGoten: Thank you very much. Yeah I like suspense in my story adds more character in the story. And yes unfortunately you wont know who the attacker is until later on in the story.
Thanks too all for the reviews.
Disclaimer: nope, don't own Dbz. I do own the two officers in the story though so too bad! (Sweat drop) so what if they are just background characters.
Chapter 3 Learning to live
She sat on the edge of her bed staring at the vanity mirror. The one hung above her dresser. The one that had the roses carved around the edging. And the one that held a persons face in the glass that she didn't recognize. She had tried every thing to remember herself. She let her aqua blue hair down, moving her face side to side. Did she always let it down? Or had she preferred to keep it up? Her eyes scanned the room, searching for something, anything that would trigger a memory for her. But nothing helped.
Bulma hugged herself and looked down at her feet. Everything was happening too fast, she didn't know how to process all of this information. Just yesterday she had been released from the hospital, late night. She had slept till the sun rose in the early morning, and could not fall back to sleep. Then those two police officers had shown up and revealed to her that bad things had happened to her.
"At least there's one thing I'm glad not to remember." She muttered quietly to herself.
There was a loud knocking at her door, and it made Bulma jump slightly. She regained her posture and told the person in the hallway to enter. Vegeta stepped into the room. A stern look set on his features as he glanced at Bulma.
"Lunch is ready so come down and eat woma.Bulma." Vegeta gritted his teeth.
Then there was Vegeta, a man she didn't understand. He acted all high and supreme, but yet, he still was there for her when she needed to shoulder to lean on. Even now she knew he was fighting an inner battle, trying to not to be a jerk. Was this how he always was? Or was he just being this way because they thought she was fragile, that she was not strong enough to deal with things?
"I'm not hungry." She replied pulling her knees to her chest. Truth was she wasn't ready to go down their and face these people she had known her whole life, these people she could not remember. She didn't want their sympathy not for this.
"Fine." Vegeta said a hint of anger in his voice as he twirled around on his heels and began to storm out of Bulma's room.
"Vegeta?"
He stopped in the doorway and turned slightly to show he was listening.
"I can't remember, and I need to know," she paused trying to find the words. "Did I deserve this?"
Vegeta stiffened visibly, startled by her question. His anger boiled high as he ran the question through his mind a few times. He crushed his fingers into his palms.
"No body deserves this kind of treatment Bulma," He growled. "Especially you." He closed the door behind him, living Bulma staring at where he used to be. Her mouth her eyes wide and her mouth a gap. She felt the burning sensation in her cheeks. Could this mean there was someone that wanted her?
'No.' she thought grimly. 'There is no way anyone's going to want me now.'
Bulma crawled onto her bed, lying on her stomach on the center of the mattress. Burying her face into the depths of the soft pillows. She let out a sob and began to cry softly.
...
Vegeta looked at the clock, it was half past six and the sun was just started to lower. He slowly rose to his feet and stretched. It was time to get Bulma. She was not going to starve herself to death locked away in her room. Just because she can't deal with the harshness of life. He cringed at his thoughts. He didn't mean that, but he was angry. Angry at the man who did this to Bulma and mad at himself for not being with her. He made his way upstairs to her room. Pausing in front of the door to take a deep breath. He wanted to be calm when he faced her.
When he was positive that he wouldn't lose his cool, Vegeta knocked on the door. He waited but there was no reply from inside. He raised his eyebrow and slowly opened the door, preparing for the worse. What he found wasn't what he thought he would find. Bulma was curled up in a fetal position, snoring softly as she slept peacefully. There was a light breeze blowing threw her window. Adding a certain freshness to the air and causing Vegeta to relax. He watched Bulma for a few minutes. He didn't want to wake her; she looked so peaceful, free from the frustration.
Vegeta let out a sigh and made his way over to Bulma. He shook her gently. Bulma's eyes shot open and she pulled herself away from Vegeta. Her eyes wide with fear. It took a moment for her to realize who it was. And when she did she felt bad.
"I didn't mean to startle you." Vegeta said apologetically "I was just waking you up to let you know its time for dinner."
Bulma looked away from his intoxicating stare.
"I'm not hungry." She whispered.
"Oh no, your not pulling that again." He snapped. "You're eating whether or not you want to."
"I am; am I?" She snapped back. "And what are you planning to do, force feed me?"
"Yes," He replied with a feral grin. "And I'll get you a high chair and a bib with your name written on it too."
Bulma narrowed her eyes.
"I'm not going down there." She said calmly.
"Why the hell not?" he growled
"I just don't want to." She answered.
He mocked her waving his hand in the air as he mouthed her words. Then his face turned stern and serious. "Well tough luck, woman." He replied. "Life doesn't always go your way."
Bulma stuck her nose in the air and crossed her arms over her chest. She was suddenly hefted into the air and over Vegeta's shoulder.
"W.what are you doing!" Bulma shouted.
"Bringing you down stairs so you can eat dinner." Vegeta said with a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Put me down, right now you.you barbarian!" she ordered.
Vegeta snorted and didn't reply.
"Please put me down." She begged. She suddenly felt helpless. He wasn't listening and that was frustrating her.
~flashback~
"Don't touch me!" she begged. Tears were staining her cheeks as she swatted the mans hands away from her. He only laughed at the laughter sent chills through Bulma.
"Stop fighting Bulma." The man said. "Don't make things harder then they have to be."
"Please just leave me alone." She cried.
"No." he grinned. Then there was the sound of cloth ripping.
~end of flashback~
She opened her eyes; she was on the ground, curled into a ball. Shaking terribly. Vegeta was asking her if she was alright. Bulma sat up. Her face was red and puffy from her crying. She looked at him.
"He wouldn't stop." She cried as she raised her hand to her neck. "I was so afraid."
Vegeta remained silent.
"Oh god Vegeta." Bulma leaned into him. "I don't want to remember what happened to me."
He placed his hand onto her hand and gently stroked her hair.
"Shhhh." He coaxed softly.
"What am I going to do?" she asked in between sobs.
"There's only one thing you can do," Vegeta whispered. "Learn to live with it."
"I'm afraid."
"Don't be. I'll be with you." He said and kissed her on the forehead.
To be continued.
Please review.
Ruby: Thanks for your review. Well I'll let u in on a secret, its not Yamcha.although there will be a little bashing around of our friend. Maybe.
Mariah Ashley: Well I'm trying to update as soon as I can each time. I'm glad you like.
Kellis: You never know. I would guess he'd be a little protective of our blue hair heroine. This is after all a Vegeta/Bulma fic. Thanks for the review.
Kitty: What have I told you about that sugar, Kitty-bug, lay off of it. Well as you can tell this is a totally different chapter all together. I like it better then the last one.
ssjGoten: Thank you very much. Yeah I like suspense in my story adds more character in the story. And yes unfortunately you wont know who the attacker is until later on in the story.
Thanks too all for the reviews.