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Red Death

Disclaimer: Don't own anything that's called Dbz.

A/N: First time writer be nice *-).

Swamps.god how she hated swamps. The murky water, the darkness, the mystery of what lie beneath the placid waves. It made her physically ill just to think about it.

Yet, here she was in the middle of a swamp. Typical irony. She gazed around the surroundings, her cobalt eyes searching for any reason or logic as to why she was here. Looking down, she felt a wetness leak upon her arms and body. She was covered in blood.

She felt no temptation to scream. Why? She had no idea. But somehow, some way, she knew the blood was not hers; it was from the lake she had just ascended from. By all accounts she should have been terrified, each system of nerves on red alert. But she remained calm, her eyes sliding down the blood diluted water that soaked her arms in streaks of crimson. How she knew that it had resulted from the lake, she knew not. But she'd had this dream before. She knew that. In fact, she'd had it many times, now finding herself laying across some ancient stone table with symbols on it.

Bulma held her head up and look around, fierce eyes searching relentlessly for an answer to her questions. Sure enough, she was on a flat stone table in the middle of a bloody swamp, even the grass shooting forth from the water stained red at the stems.

Answers she wanted but many she wouldn't be able to accept and she knew it.

All of a sudden, she could feel herself rising as a red aura took over her body, encasing her with hot pressure.

"Not again can't you just leave me be for one freaking night?!", she screamed. She didn't understand what was happening, only that it had happened over and over again. She wanted, no, needed it to stop.

As she was lowered towards the tablet once more, she noticed that she wore an all to revealing red skirt, though how it had come to be upon her body, she had no idea.

(A/N-if you saw what Amerie was wearing at the soul train award when she sang her song that's what it looked like cept she has a halter that looks like a bandana)

She felt a slight amount of insecurity at the length of the skirt, her thighs immodestly bared on both sides and a bandana shaped halter all that remained over her chest. Raising her delicate, blood stained fingers to her forehead, she felt the coldness of a gold band upon her head and, searching more thoroughly, she discovered the shape of a heart.

Looking down suddenly, she saw herself as clear as day in the black, foggy water beneath, the crown of gold accented with a black heart. And her hair? The once purely blue hair, commented upon as the color of the sky itself, had red streaks going through it. They seemed almost wet with their glistening strands, so deep of a red they appeared almost as blood pouring down from her scalp, as if the gold band was nothing more than a crown of thorns.

And yet she felt no surprise, only De ja vu at the circumstances that had occurred at least 30 times she had had this dream. But something was wrong this time. Much like the other happenings, she couldn't explain or fathom how she just knew. Like a six sense, she felt rather than reasoned, something was different, SOMETHING was going to happen tonight unlike any of the others. Something big and she couldn't stop it or control it.

******Meanwhile in their bedroom*****

"Stupid woman!" He growled.

"Stop moving what the hell is wrong with you", yelled Vegeta as he turned around to face his wife, the blankets shuffling with the movement. He wasn't angered by her as easily now, practicing self control at the rude awakening he'd received, namely a swift kick that had basically knocked him out of his own disturbing dreams of chaotic bloodshed.

Resisting the, ever so tempting, urge to grab her by the shoulders and shake violently, Vegeta merely observed her for a second. Though patience was not a quality he could exactly brag about, they had been married for 5 years now and he knew he owed her some amount of dignity. She'd been a good wife to him and everything was going good as far as he was concerned.

The sex was great, he thought with his characteristic smirk; the food tolerable, despite the quite prevalent emergency pizza runs; and his offspring was strong.

But if she didn't stop that DAMN turning!!!! He growled low in his throat clenching his fist until the knuckles turned pale. Well, they were going to have problems.

As he blinked though all his thoughts were thrown out of his head. It had been a second and yet he was observing and entirely knew being. Had he not memorized every crevice and characteristic of his mate's face, he would not have recognized her.

She was surrounded by a red aura that stung his bare flesh and she was slowly levitating into the air, the silk covers sliding away from her body in its ascent!

"What ......the fuck!!" He cried aloud.

She was suddenly dressed in an incredibly revealing ensemble with red streaked hair that was so glossy it almost appeared to be satin. A gold band with a black heart sat perched upon her wild mane of hair, gleaming nearly red with her fiery aura.

Then as quickly as it came it vanished in a wink, returning the barer of such a vision to the bed, dressed in her pajamas once more, hair as blue as the shallowest parts of the ocean, like the waves that licked the beach on a sunny day.

Bulma's body started to shake violently, her chest convulsing and her eyes rolling around in her head. Vegeta desperately tried to calm her, knowing that such panic could cause her harm but inwardly battling the urge to scream at her.

"Bulma!" he announced shakily, trying to harshly whisper the statement through his teeth. She only began to quake all the more ferociously

"BULMA.wake up goddammit, what's wrong with you?" he hollered, cursing the weak quivering in his tone.

By some miracle she must of heard him stopping and opening her eyes to the world around them.

She flew into his arms, sobbing frantically and pawning his chest as she sucked in air.

"No, no, no!" She bawled, beating his chest with the back of her fist in frustration and fear.

"This can't happen."

Vegeta looked at her strangely, trying to decipher what she meant

".I won't. I wont! You hear me!?"

He felt his panic soar once again, gripping her tighter in his arms as she continued to rant crazily, eyes wide with utter insanity as she gazed at the far wall.

".it's beginning..it's beginning." She whispered, a sinister smile etching its way onto her quivering lips.

"Bulma, what's beginning?" He almost begged. "What just happened"?

Blue eyes met black as she turned her face towards him slowly. She saw the worry in his eyes though he was an expert at attempting to conceal it. But she recognized the emotion easily after having seen it many times before. It was rare, yes. But not easily looked over especially since it only shown when directed towards her or Trunks in a matter.

'How am I going to tell him', she sighed worriedly in her heart, feeling heavy with unshed tears. She knew what was happening. She knew it and waking up could not end THIS dream.

Trying pathetically to stall the tears, she failed and miserably began to cry once more, her entire body feeling physically drained from the emotional roller coaster.

Through her heart wrenching sobs she spoke, each word slow and deep in tone.

"Vegeta don't ever forget that I love you and Trunks," She hiccupped.

" and.... and everyone, and I'm sorry."

"Sorry for wha-.." he began but was cut off quickly.

"about everything! About everything."

Her tiny hands held tighter to his skin, nearly breaking the thick flesh with her embedded fingernails.

"Vegeta....Vegeta... Don't let me go."

He swallowed hard, jaw tense with worry and throat thick with a lump.

"I wouldn't. I'm not. I...."

She threw her head back viciously, her body wracked with spasms.

"What ever.....Whatever happens from here on out," She screamed at the top of her lungs, voice heavy with a rasp.

"Promise to forgive me!! Vegeta!"

He was at a loss for words, trying to hold her steady as she bucked back and forth crazily upon his lap.

"Promise me forgiveness Vegeta! I have no control, and no time." she spat through clenched teeth.

"What are you talking about!? Tell me now. Who is doing this to you?", he demanded.

"I can't.I can't", she cried.

"Yes YOU will!" He screamed into her face.

"Promise me!" She sobbed, her spine bending as she hollered out, her throat raw with the force as she screamed to the ceiling.

"Forgive me my love! Forgive m-----..."

Silence sliced like a knife through the thick air that embraced them and he glanced down at her once again.

As he watched in absolute horror, her eyes changed to the darkest of blue, darker than the deepest water that dwelt at the bottom of the sea.

"I'm going to kill you all." She whispered into his lips, her nearly black eyes burning into his own with the satanic promise. A smirk filled with unadulterated madness and malice stretched her cheeks and with that she vanished from the spot in his arms.

He could do nothing but stare at the spot which had once been occupied with his mate, now nothing more than dense air that gave him an unreasonable amount of fear. It was the worst kind of fear. Not for himself, not predictable or controllable. It was the very real fear of what had happened to the gorgeous creature that was his wife.

Too shocked to speak, Vegeta stood up stiffly and blindly headed through the darkness of the room, hands searching for the phone that remained upon the desk.

Though he knew no real reason or result to his actions he knew one thing for certain. The Z-fighters needed to have an emergency meeting NOW.

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