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The sensation was overwhelming. Her body burned with desire as she felt his hands skim across her stomach. She let out a soft moan as Vegeta brushed her breast gently. He stopped suddenly, realizing what was happening. He pulled away. But, the need to touch her was agonizing.
"W.what's wrong?" Bulma whispered.
Vegeta looked at Bulma. She looked flustered and dare he say, sexy. Her lips were red and swollen from the kiss. He licked his own lips. The feeling of her softness against him lingered on his flesh.
"We can't do this Bulma." He tried to sound firm and together. He winced at the hurt expression on her face.
"Oh, I see." She choked a small sob.
"Bulma."
"Don't worry. I don't blame you for not wanting me." She interrupted, than looked away from his intense gaze.
"I didn't say I didn't want you." Vegeta all but yelled. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep his anger in check. "I just.It's just that"
He took a deep breath and turned away. He couldn't do it. He couldn't tell her. The words just didn't want to come out. He wanted so very much to tell her how he truly felt for her. That all those times they argued, if she remembered, were because he thought she was beautiful. Well, that was the reason for the arguing, it was one of the reasons, but not the full reason. She was full of emotion, and he loved it when she flared with anger, when her stubbornness kicked in. It showed him that she wasn't afraid of him, and that's just what he wanted.
"I." he tried again. Yet, still, he could not come up with the right words to say. "I have to go." He muttered then stood up and rushed out of the room quickly. The moment the door shut behind him, Vegeta regretted walking out. She probably hates him now.
'You're such an idiot, Vegeta' he chided himself as he made his way through the hallway. He needed to get some fresh air. Clear his head do whatever it took to get his thoughts straight, and come up with the courage to tell Bulma what he's wanted her to know for so very long. He walked out of the house. The storm was getting far worse than the weather man predicted.
"Stupid." He grumbled as thundered roared ferociously through the dark skies. Was the insult towards the weather man or himself? On some levels he wished he could blame all the stupidity on the weather man, but, it wouldn't be true. It was his own fault that Bulma was up in her room, probably crying horribly.
"I'm such a jerk." He growled slamming his fist against the wall.
"True." A voice said smugly, "And in a few minutes you'll be a dead Jerk."
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Bulma raised her hand, brushing her finger tips across her lips. He had kissed her then he had left. Part of her wanted to cry; maybe he had left because she wasn't worth the time. Bulma shook her head. She knew better, he was going to tell her something. But he couldn't do it; she had watched him as he struggled to tell her something.
"Maybe he likes me," she blushed brightly as she thought about it. "No, why would he. He's always arguing with me."
She frowned. There would only be one way to find out. And that's if Vegeta told her. She rose to her feet. Maybe she should ask him, it wouldn't hurt would it? She paused, uncertainty had her think again. Would it be a smart thing to do? To just out of the blue ask if he liked her.
"No," she decided. "If he wants to tell me, he'll do it on his own."
She walked back over to her bed and sat back down. Fear slowly ebbed its way into her. Why was she feeling so afraid now? She felt something, like it was right next to her. A feeling she had felt before, but she just couldn't put her finger on to it. Bulma hugged herself. It had to just be her imagination.
She inhaled a deep breath and just as she released it, a loud cry of pain erupted outside. Bulma jumped, startled. She was standing in a matter of seconds and by the window in even less time. She peered outside, squinting her eyes, trying to see who was out there. The rain on the window made it hard to see, and it was just coming down harder.
Her eyes widened the moment she realized who it was that had cried out.
"Vegeta!" she cried out.
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The pain throbbed. It was irritating just like the man that stood before Vegeta. He face was covered, hidden in the darkness of a black hoodie. He wore a black leather jacket over it, and a pair of black jeans. The man held a knife in his hand. Blood dripped from the blade, falling to the ground and mixing with the rain.
Who was this man? Vegeta couldn't sense his Ki. And he hadn't even seen the man move, or the bladed weapon that had cut his arm.
"Who are you?" Vegeta growled.
"If I wanted you to know who I was wouldn't I have already shown you my face?" the stranger asked.
"What do you want?"
"Isn't it obvious?" The man asked his voice full of amusement. "To kill you of course."
Vegeta began to laugh. Then he ended it abruptly.
"I don't think so," he growled. He got into a defensive stance and was ready to fight.
"Your going to die, Vegeta." The attacker chimed happily, passing the knife back and forth, from his left had to his right.
They fought, the battle seemed endless. Vegeta's opponent battled viciously and with out remorse. He held back nothing and neither did Vegeta. The hits landed on each other flew by faster then the time. But, Vegeta could already feel himself wearing down. Suddenly Vegeta was hit across the face, his head rocked back violently and he fell to the ground.
His opponent kicked him twice in the stomach and then across his face. Vegeta rolled onto his back. The Mud clung to his chest, as the rain hit him painfully. He opened his eyes slightly and saw Bulma in the window. She face was contorted in horror. As she watched him, this time he knew she was crying.
"B.Bulma." he coughed as he tried to get up. Only to be met with the strangers fist. He could feel the warm blood ooze from the corner of his mouth.
The stranger looked straight up at Bulma.
"Don't worry yourself about Bulma, Prince." The stranger said mockingly. "I'll take really good care of her."
Vegeta narrowed his eyes.
"I've already had a taste of her," he said in a low voice. "And I just can't help but come back for seconds."
Vegeta let out a growl and launched himself at the man. But he was knocked back down onto the ground.
This was the man who had hurt Bulma. This man who was Beating Vegeta like he was nothing.
"Too bad she doesn't remember." The man murmured. "Maybe I should jog her memory after I finish you off."
"Don't you touch her!" Vegeta shouted.
"What are you going to do, kill me?" The man asked shaking his head. "Sorry Vegeta, but that's what I'm going to do to you."
He raised the blade up high.
"Bye bye."
All that could be hurt was Vegeta's pain filled screams as the blade was driven into his chest not once, not twice, not even three times, but four times. His last thoughts before he blacked out were now he would never be able to tell Bulma. The last emotion he would ever feel, was regret.
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Bulma watched in horror as the strangers drove the knife one last time into Vegeta. She was sobbing uncontrollably as she watched him wipe the blood from his weapon. She could barely breathe; the man looked up towards her. She froze. Then he walked towards the entrance of the house.
'Oh god,' she thought frantically, 'He's coming to kill me.'
To be continued.
Authors notes:
Yep. That's it for now. Hehe, I'm evil. I know it. Anyways please review.
Child of the night: Thank you. And I will continue it, just as long as I have reviewers like you and all the others.
Kayce: Was this fast enough for you? I'm glad you like the story. I could never be more proud of how it's turning out.
Kaineko: You hate suspense? Such a same, because then you probably wont like the rest of this story, cause I'm going to try and get a lot of suspense in here. Yep the attacker could be anyone. So might as well start guessing Cuz you all have a long list.
Speedy: that's ok; I don't sign in a lot of the time too. Too tired, and it's a waste of time, mostly. Glad you love it. Yay!
Ruby: don't worry; it might get a little scarier. Maybe, depends on how well I can figure things out. Yes, as for the Yamcha bashing, I will eventually get to that. I could never leave that part out of this.
Mystic: Good girl huh? I have friends who could say differently to that. Ha- ha, thank you very much for your review.liked the kiss huh? It'll get better.
The dark necromancer: well, as much as I'd love to keep it a secret, I'm kind of hoping someone will guess. And FYI, its not Bulma's dad. Shudder, as much as it could be, I don't think I'd want to go that far into this. Keep guessing you might get it.
Thanks again to you all.
The sensation was overwhelming. Her body burned with desire as she felt his hands skim across her stomach. She let out a soft moan as Vegeta brushed her breast gently. He stopped suddenly, realizing what was happening. He pulled away. But, the need to touch her was agonizing.
"W.what's wrong?" Bulma whispered.
Vegeta looked at Bulma. She looked flustered and dare he say, sexy. Her lips were red and swollen from the kiss. He licked his own lips. The feeling of her softness against him lingered on his flesh.
"We can't do this Bulma." He tried to sound firm and together. He winced at the hurt expression on her face.
"Oh, I see." She choked a small sob.
"Bulma."
"Don't worry. I don't blame you for not wanting me." She interrupted, than looked away from his intense gaze.
"I didn't say I didn't want you." Vegeta all but yelled. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep his anger in check. "I just.It's just that"
He took a deep breath and turned away. He couldn't do it. He couldn't tell her. The words just didn't want to come out. He wanted so very much to tell her how he truly felt for her. That all those times they argued, if she remembered, were because he thought she was beautiful. Well, that was the reason for the arguing, it was one of the reasons, but not the full reason. She was full of emotion, and he loved it when she flared with anger, when her stubbornness kicked in. It showed him that she wasn't afraid of him, and that's just what he wanted.
"I." he tried again. Yet, still, he could not come up with the right words to say. "I have to go." He muttered then stood up and rushed out of the room quickly. The moment the door shut behind him, Vegeta regretted walking out. She probably hates him now.
'You're such an idiot, Vegeta' he chided himself as he made his way through the hallway. He needed to get some fresh air. Clear his head do whatever it took to get his thoughts straight, and come up with the courage to tell Bulma what he's wanted her to know for so very long. He walked out of the house. The storm was getting far worse than the weather man predicted.
"Stupid." He grumbled as thundered roared ferociously through the dark skies. Was the insult towards the weather man or himself? On some levels he wished he could blame all the stupidity on the weather man, but, it wouldn't be true. It was his own fault that Bulma was up in her room, probably crying horribly.
"I'm such a jerk." He growled slamming his fist against the wall.
"True." A voice said smugly, "And in a few minutes you'll be a dead Jerk."
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Bulma raised her hand, brushing her finger tips across her lips. He had kissed her then he had left. Part of her wanted to cry; maybe he had left because she wasn't worth the time. Bulma shook her head. She knew better, he was going to tell her something. But he couldn't do it; she had watched him as he struggled to tell her something.
"Maybe he likes me," she blushed brightly as she thought about it. "No, why would he. He's always arguing with me."
She frowned. There would only be one way to find out. And that's if Vegeta told her. She rose to her feet. Maybe she should ask him, it wouldn't hurt would it? She paused, uncertainty had her think again. Would it be a smart thing to do? To just out of the blue ask if he liked her.
"No," she decided. "If he wants to tell me, he'll do it on his own."
She walked back over to her bed and sat back down. Fear slowly ebbed its way into her. Why was she feeling so afraid now? She felt something, like it was right next to her. A feeling she had felt before, but she just couldn't put her finger on to it. Bulma hugged herself. It had to just be her imagination.
She inhaled a deep breath and just as she released it, a loud cry of pain erupted outside. Bulma jumped, startled. She was standing in a matter of seconds and by the window in even less time. She peered outside, squinting her eyes, trying to see who was out there. The rain on the window made it hard to see, and it was just coming down harder.
Her eyes widened the moment she realized who it was that had cried out.
"Vegeta!" she cried out.
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The pain throbbed. It was irritating just like the man that stood before Vegeta. He face was covered, hidden in the darkness of a black hoodie. He wore a black leather jacket over it, and a pair of black jeans. The man held a knife in his hand. Blood dripped from the blade, falling to the ground and mixing with the rain.
Who was this man? Vegeta couldn't sense his Ki. And he hadn't even seen the man move, or the bladed weapon that had cut his arm.
"Who are you?" Vegeta growled.
"If I wanted you to know who I was wouldn't I have already shown you my face?" the stranger asked.
"What do you want?"
"Isn't it obvious?" The man asked his voice full of amusement. "To kill you of course."
Vegeta began to laugh. Then he ended it abruptly.
"I don't think so," he growled. He got into a defensive stance and was ready to fight.
"Your going to die, Vegeta." The attacker chimed happily, passing the knife back and forth, from his left had to his right.
They fought, the battle seemed endless. Vegeta's opponent battled viciously and with out remorse. He held back nothing and neither did Vegeta. The hits landed on each other flew by faster then the time. But, Vegeta could already feel himself wearing down. Suddenly Vegeta was hit across the face, his head rocked back violently and he fell to the ground.
His opponent kicked him twice in the stomach and then across his face. Vegeta rolled onto his back. The Mud clung to his chest, as the rain hit him painfully. He opened his eyes slightly and saw Bulma in the window. She face was contorted in horror. As she watched him, this time he knew she was crying.
"B.Bulma." he coughed as he tried to get up. Only to be met with the strangers fist. He could feel the warm blood ooze from the corner of his mouth.
The stranger looked straight up at Bulma.
"Don't worry yourself about Bulma, Prince." The stranger said mockingly. "I'll take really good care of her."
Vegeta narrowed his eyes.
"I've already had a taste of her," he said in a low voice. "And I just can't help but come back for seconds."
Vegeta let out a growl and launched himself at the man. But he was knocked back down onto the ground.
This was the man who had hurt Bulma. This man who was Beating Vegeta like he was nothing.
"Too bad she doesn't remember." The man murmured. "Maybe I should jog her memory after I finish you off."
"Don't you touch her!" Vegeta shouted.
"What are you going to do, kill me?" The man asked shaking his head. "Sorry Vegeta, but that's what I'm going to do to you."
He raised the blade up high.
"Bye bye."
All that could be hurt was Vegeta's pain filled screams as the blade was driven into his chest not once, not twice, not even three times, but four times. His last thoughts before he blacked out were now he would never be able to tell Bulma. The last emotion he would ever feel, was regret.
.
Bulma watched in horror as the strangers drove the knife one last time into Vegeta. She was sobbing uncontrollably as she watched him wipe the blood from his weapon. She could barely breathe; the man looked up towards her. She froze. Then he walked towards the entrance of the house.
'Oh god,' she thought frantically, 'He's coming to kill me.'
To be continued.
Authors notes:
Yep. That's it for now. Hehe, I'm evil. I know it. Anyways please review.
Child of the night: Thank you. And I will continue it, just as long as I have reviewers like you and all the others.
Kayce: Was this fast enough for you? I'm glad you like the story. I could never be more proud of how it's turning out.
Kaineko: You hate suspense? Such a same, because then you probably wont like the rest of this story, cause I'm going to try and get a lot of suspense in here. Yep the attacker could be anyone. So might as well start guessing Cuz you all have a long list.
Speedy: that's ok; I don't sign in a lot of the time too. Too tired, and it's a waste of time, mostly. Glad you love it. Yay!
Ruby: don't worry; it might get a little scarier. Maybe, depends on how well I can figure things out. Yes, as for the Yamcha bashing, I will eventually get to that. I could never leave that part out of this.
Mystic: Good girl huh? I have friends who could say differently to that. Ha- ha, thank you very much for your review.liked the kiss huh? It'll get better.
The dark necromancer: well, as much as I'd love to keep it a secret, I'm kind of hoping someone will guess. And FYI, its not Bulma's dad. Shudder, as much as it could be, I don't think I'd want to go that far into this. Keep guessing you might get it.
Thanks again to you all.