Disclaimer: You're a complete moron if you think that I own Dragon Ball Z.
Author's Note: This is my first story, so it might suck. I don't care, though. I'm doing this for me, not for any of you, but ... I love comments--good or bad.
Prologue
Those dark, emotionless eyes were staring into her own. Her breaths were short and raspy as those strong hands roamed her body, bruising her in a few places. Her heart was beating faster and faster. Those dark eyes..
Closing her eyes, trying to hide from those ebony coals that were scorching her soul, she felt --
someone shaking her gently.
"Bulma, honey, wake on up. It's getting close to our leaving time."
Author's Note: This is my first story, so it might suck. I don't care, though. I'm doing this for me, not for any of you, but ... I love comments--good or bad.
Prologue
Those dark, emotionless eyes were staring into her own. Her breaths were short and raspy as those strong hands roamed her body, bruising her in a few places. Her heart was beating faster and faster. Those dark eyes..
Closing her eyes, trying to hide from those ebony coals that were scorching her soul, she felt --
someone shaking her gently.
"Bulma, honey, wake on up. It's getting close to our leaving time."
