Just like I said……No more disclaimer……Oh it's a wonderful life isn't it? Much more space. I might find something else to write here a bit later……who knows?
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In The Arms Of a Killer
CHAPTER 7
Bulma smirked at him. "Oh. Dirty it huh? Oh we've dirtied it alright. Several times." She laughed. Jack went and banged his fist on the wall. "You're free to go. Just make sure you stay clear away from that bastard. Or you'll be accused of being that Morpho lady he keeps talking about in the letters he sends. Wouldn't want that now, would we?" Bulma rolled her eyes again. "Whatever. Just take these cuffs off. They're chafing my skin."
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Bulma parked her car in the driveway, and decided to take a walk in the woods. 'I'm so glad Vegeta didn't get caught. I don't know what I'd do without him.' She shuffled her feet and kicked up the leaves on the ground as she walked slowly in and out of the trees. Suddenly, she was pushed up against one by a strong figure, and a gun was placed at the back of her neck. A hand covered her mouth to prevent her from screaming. When he had her securely pinned against the tree, the man ran his hand up her inner thigh as she struggled. He held her tightly. "Calm down. You never had a problem with it before." His gruff voice tickled her ear. Bulma recognised it. "Vegeta! You arsehole! Why did you do that! Wait! Why are you still here? The cops are all over the place! They could catch you." "Nah they won't. I'm too smart for that. Besides, I know these woods like the back of my hand. I used to hang out here when I was a kid. I never had any friends so I just made some with the animals." "Still, just be careful. I got taken down to the station before. I just got back. This guy asked me a bunch of questions. He had a real short temper."
Vegeta put the gun in the back of his belt. Bulma looked up into his eyes. "Poor baby." Vegeta grinned. Bulma pouted. He pushed her against the tree again, and lightly kissed her cheek, moving down towards her neck. His hot breath warmed her skin and she moaned. He could ask her to do just about anything right now and she would have done it. He had so much power over her, yet for some reason, he never used it to his advantage. Could it be that she was actually having some influence over his actions? Bulma let these thoughts slip from her mind as he stuck his hand up her top and undid the clasp on her bra. He pulled it out and hung it on a nearby tree branch. She looked at him questioningly. "So the animals don't nick it." He nodded. Now Bulma was looking at him stupidly. "What? They might. They've taken my underwear before when I was relaxing in the pond. Although, I think your's will be more popular. I know I'd take them if I was an animal." He chuckled and nibbled on her earlobe. "You act enough like one already."
Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck and they slipped their tounged in each others mouths. Bulma's hand got itchy all of a sudden, so she scratched at it while they kissed. The strange thing was, her hand was covered in fur. Her eyes shot open and she looked at her hand. "AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" She screamed loudly. "What the fuck?!" He yelled back and rubbed his ear. Bulma held her hand up to the light so he could see too. "Whoa."
Bulma's entire arm was covered in thick black hair, and her fingers hand shrunk down, and the skin had gone black. She pulled up the arm of her shirt and was horrified to see that it was spreading quickly. "I think we just found out why you are to be called Morpho." Vegeta chuckled. Bulma's face began to change, morphing into a chubby, monkey-like one, and her hair changed to black, framing her face. By now, all her skin was black and her legs had started to shrink.
Vegeta tilted his head as he looked quizzically at her. "I think you are a mountain gorilla." Bulma looked sadly at the thick arms covered in black fur, that used to once be her own. The only thing that hadn't changed was her eyes - they were still a cerulean blue. Vegeta could hear her distressed breathing and he crept up to her, not sure if her mind was the same or not. Bulma looked up at him and he stopped. Her eyes reflected her emotions, and she got up, walking on her knuckles over to him and buried her face in his chest.
Bulma tried talking. But it was to no avail – he couldn't understand her. All that came out was grunts. She curled her hand up the way that a normal gorilla would do and ran it along his face. Vegeta seemed to understand this gesture though. He put his arms as far as he could around her now very large head, and let her wail into his shoulder. 'How am I going to get her back to normal? I can't leave her like this.'
"You know. You could probably help me get out of these woods like this." Bulma looked up at him and dried her eyes. "You have a lot of thick fur, so I could hang underneath you as you walked, and they won't be able to see me. Or at least be distracted enough by a gorilla in these parts to not notice me." Bulma, lifted her shoulders up and grunted. She couldn't understand why she knew what he was saying, yet he couldn't her.
"Alrtight then. Let's try it." Vegeta jumped up on her back and sat near her shoulders. Bulma threw him off into a pile of leaves. He came up spitting dirt and twigs. "Why'd you do that for?" He stood up and brushed off the things that stuck to him. Bulma cleared a patch of dirt and started to write a message in it.
Me gorilla, not horse. No ride.
Vegeta laughed. Bulma bared her teeth and let out a roar as she banged her chest, and took a few steps towards him.Vegeta held up his hands in mock surrender. "Alright! Alright! Don't get angry. Look, how about when you get back to normal I'll give you a ride, as long as you let me now. You do owe me, you hurt my ankle when I went sailing into that pile of leaves. It'll be harder for me to evade the cops if I've hurt my ankle." He tried to reason. Bulma seemed to think for a bit, and then pulled him closer so he could get up onto her back. "I knew you'd see it my way." He smugly stated. Bulma growled under her breath.
Vegeta sat on her back until the edge of the forest, and then he swung himself under her, clinging to her fur to stop him falling off. When he was satisfied, Bulma raced as fast as she could to the cover of the building. She looked inside, in all the windows that she could reach. There was no-one. Vegeta got out from under her and they went inside, up to her room. Vegeta sat on the bed and the big Bulma gorilla sat on the floor.
Bulma looked up at him with big, sad, blue eyes. "Stop worrying. You'll go back to normal soon. The first transformation never lasts long." Vegeta lay back on the pillow, and Bulma came up to the bed. She sniffed around his stomach for a bit before resting one powerful arm on it, and using his body as a head rest. Vegeta groaned. "Damn your head is heavy! It weighs a tonne!" Bulma opened her mouth and showed him her long sharp teeth, and then poked her tounge out. Vegeta rolled his eyes and scratched her head absent- mindedly.
"If it makes you feel any better, I had the same troubles when I first got the Witchblade." Bulma raised her head, obviously interested in what he had to say. "You got it better than me for a first time. You got a gorilla……I got a cross between me and a spider. It really hurt too. I had these big fang things sticking out of my top gum. It made me drool heaps and talk funny. And they bled for some time after they went away. It was really itchy too. I was like a mutated spiderman. I could shoot webbing out of my wrists. And I had this insatiable hunger. But I came across Kenneth and he taught me to control the hunger cravings. In reality, that's what got me into the whole killing thing I think. After all that, I never had a need for a bed. It was too uncomfortable for some unknown reason. So I started sleeping in a hammock, and then I made my own bed in my apartment out of a web in the corner of the ceiling." Vegfeta told her.
Bulma stared at him for a bit before looking at his palms. There was nothing there. "If you are wondering how, then I'll show you." Vegeta concentrated for a bit, and little holes opened up on his inner wrist. He pointed one at Bulma's head and a small stream of webbing came out and stuck to her face, startling her. She pulled it off and threw it on the ground.
"Anyway, the first animal you transform into is your main one, there is no questions asked, and you can always go into that form. If you want to change into another animal, then you have to see one in real life, or touch it. Pictures won't work, believe me, I've tried. You come out as a 2-D creature."
Bulma nodded. Vegeta sat up and held her chin. "Don't be sad." He gave her a little kiss on her face to reassure her. All of a sudden, she started scratching herself frantically. "Good. You are changing back." Bulma barely heard him, as the black hair started to disappear into her skin, leaving a burning and itching sensation. Eventually she retained her original form and she passed out. Vegeta picked her up and put her in the bed. Transforming took a lot of energy. He wrote a note and left it on her bedside table, before going outside, and transforming himself into a large eagle to not draw attention to himself. He flew away to somewhere to lay low for a while.
Bulma,
I can't stay here. I had to leave. In case you are wondering, you passed out due to a massive energy loss from your transformation. It'll be easier and less draining in time. You probably won't see me for quite some time. A week, a month, who knows. I can't call you by phone, it's too risky, as is a letter. I will see you when I can.
Vegeta.
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Bulma sat the letter down after reading it for the 96th time. It had been two months since she last saw him. There were plenty of news reports of his latest killings, yet nobody had found the slightest clue to where he might be hiding. Police were getting frantic – accusing anyone and everyone of either hiding him, or information about him. They had brought many females into the station under arrest for being possible suspects as the woman the Reaper had said to be named Morpho. But so far, it didn't look like she had participated in any of the killings apart from the Maron one.
Bulma had had no more trouble with the morphing for the past few months. But she really missed Vegeta. She felt so alone and empty. He had occupied a big part of her recent life, and she didn't want to let go of it. 'Why do I feel like this?'
She looked out the window and the officers roaming about the yard. They had been assigned to keep watch to make sure the Reaper never got back into the complex, and even if he did, he would be shot at on sight. She got up off the window seat and went outside.
"Where are you going?" Asked one of the roaming men. "To the beauty parlour and to the mall. Where else?" She spat. "Oh. We are supposed to go with you, but I really don't want to go there, neither do the others. So I suppose I can let you go this once." Bulma pushed past him. 'These idiots are so gullible.'
Bulma pulled up at the holiday house in the woods and got out of the car. She was lucky no one had followed her. She put the key in the lock and opened the door. Bulma took a quick scope of the room, unhappy to see that it had not been disturbed at all, meaning Vegeta hadn't been here. A sheet of paper on the piano caught her eye. This was never here before, well, not on her last visit before Vegeta turned up. Maybe it was from him. She went over to the piano and picked up the paper and read it. It was a song.
When she got all the way through, her eyes began to water. If this was for her, or rather about them, then Vegeta did care for her after all. Bulma sat down on the chair and clutched the paper to her chest, hoping against all odds that Vegeta wrote it for her.
She folded it up and stuck it in her pocket and dried her eyes. 'Vegeta. Please come back to me. I need you.'
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Vegeta lay on the small bed in the run-down wooden shack that had always served as his hideout from the first time he killed someone. It was one of the few things that had survived the changes through the years. Mainly because it was in a swampy marsh area. This was one of the only buildings left there now. The others had sunk into the thick goopy water, long to be forgotten. Vegeta was the only one who could remember such buildings, they were around in the late 1800's. He was just a boy then, and his father used to take him and Nappa fishing here, when it wasn't so bad.
He stared at the roof and his thoughts started to wander to Bulma. Now he didn't want to admit it, but he was starting to miss her company. Miss her smell. Miss her touch. How she ran her hands over his body, trailing down towards his manhood and then she'd–……NO! He couldn't keep this up. He let out a breath of air. "Fuck it." Vegeta growled to the empty room. "What the hell……I might as well do it." He unbuttoned the front of his jumpsuit and stuck his hand inside, reaching down for his boxers. When he reached them, he slipped his hand under the rim and grabbed his manhood. He nearly jumped. He should have paid more attention to the temperature. His hands were freezing."Oh well. More fun I suppose."
He arched his lower back a bit as he began to rub himself. The cold hands weren't helping much. He needed to think of something. 'Bulma.' The little voice in his head decided. "Bulma." He repeated out loud. "Yeah." He bit his bottom lip and started thinking about Bulma doing this to him instead. Vegeta closed his eyes and pressed himself into the pillow, running his hand up and down his length inside his boxers. "Uhhhhhhh." He moaned trying to remember every inch of Bulma's body. He imagained her squirming beneath him as he made love – NO! - He fucked her. As he fucked her. He did not love her.
His breathing quickened and he tightened his grip on his throbbing member. A thin sheen of sweat had appeared on his forehead. Vegeta moved his hand a bit faster, and after a while he finally got a release. He felt better now, except for the fact he'd have to have a shower – his hand was sticky and so was his underwear. He growled as he got up. "I will never degrade myself like that again."
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Vegeta stepped out of the makeshift shower he had created, and grabbed a towel. He dried himself off and had a shave. He stopped in front of the dirtied mirror –still naked mind you – and stared at his reflection.
~*Vegeta's POV*~
What has my life become? How has it come down to this? Why did it come down to this?
These are the questions I want the answers to. It makes no sense.
I never needed anyone before this.
Why now?
How could everything have changed so much in those few short days? It's not possible.
Was it my doing? Or was it hers? Can it change? Can it be reversed?
So many questions. They fill my mind with un-needed thoughts.
It plagues me. Follows me everywhere. Never leaves me be.
Why won't they leave me alone? I can't take it.
Should I give up? Turn myself in?
It would be for the best.
She would not get hurt.
I shouldn't have dragged her into this. The stupid voices. They made it like this.
It's all their fault. I would never have met her if I didn't go searching that day.
But what if I had never met her? How much would it be different?
Would it be easier without her? Maybe so, but that does nothing.
Nothing to quell these strange feelings inside.
Somehow they calm me. Calm.
I have never been calm before. It is a strange feeling. It's like being in the eye of a tornado.
Peace. Tranquillity. The feeling of freedom. I have never been free.
My emotions hold me down. Keep me locked up.
Locked in the swirling mists of hatred.
A buring desire to rid the world… my mind…of these sniviling infidels. They are weak.
I am strong. They will not catch me. I am too smart. They can't catch me.
I will kill. I will never stop killing. It is my life.
Yet I am trapped like this.
Trapped in my own mind. It is torture. Some days I can't tell what is reality and what is not.
When I am around her, I am free of my troubles. Free of worry.
What has she done to me? Why?! Why?! WHY?!
Somebody tell me the answers! I can't take it! It's eating me alive! I need to know!
Maybe I should turn myself in. Then no-one would get hurt.
Seeing her in pain would break me.
I need to get rid of her.
Yes.
Rid my mind. Rid my soul. She will be no more.
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Well. There was a little heart to heart with Vege-boy. Yet again it's not as long, but come on! You know as well as I do that you would leave it at a place like that. It's like the coolest cliffie ever. Maybe I'll get more reviews. I know damn well you ppl aren't writing many of them anymore. Get your arses in gear ppl! Authors need feedback! We need to know wether to continue, or just give up cos no-one's reading it.
I'm not gunna dish out the next chap until you guys dish out a bunch of reviews.
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