Red Death pt 4
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*Capsule Corp*
It'd been a year since they last got word from her. Wait let me rephrase that, for it seems to be rather dull in comparison to the truth.
It'd been a long, cold year since the last time he'd seen her beautiful face. But he still remembered her perfectly.every curve of her body, every contour of her face, her delicious red lips, and her aqua hair that he loved to get his hands tangled in. At times it was as if he could feel the silky strands running over his fingers, only to realize that he was alone. Still alone.
No one saw this though. As always, Vegeta was a master at disguising his emotions, hiding his thoughts and cloaking his pain from the others. No one saw him nearly break down at night. No one knew what he was really thinking about. Not even Goku, his long time companion and well known rival. Perhaps Trunks suspected, for they had both lost something very close to them. Only in a different way.
But they were family regardless of this difference and even though he never would admit it, Vegeta knew it was his duty to keep some type of relationship with his only son. And despite his obligations, the sultry Prince managed to keep up his cold front, with time adding more dropping degrees to his façade. Ever since that message all they'd been doing was training, day in, day out. The sleepless nights and sore muscles, starvation and pain was never mentioned for NO ONE dared to complain. It was for Bulma. Every bruise, every blow. It was for Bulma and that's all that mattered.
Sacrifice was sacrifice regardless of the outcome and each knew directly that she would do the same for them if she could. This wasn't for Vegeta it was for Bulma. they had to remember that.
*Mistress Flame*
"Everything is going according to plan so far Myo", she commented dryly.
"Both of your progress in battling skill is beyond schedule and I shall commend you both."
She cocked her head to the side curiously, clicking her nails and deep in thought.
"Myo," She commanded. "let Bulma out for a while so she can be on her own, it's not like she can go anywhere now anyways."
"Yes Mistress," Myo replied hesitantly, taking a low bow.
In the blink of an eye Bulma stood in front of her, eyes wide with confusion and yet completely silent.
"Go on." Flame commanded, brushing the air with the back of her hand. "Do what..... well whatever it is that you do."
Bulma simply nodded and numbly walked off as if dazed. Mistress Flame eyed her cautiously, the captive's silence in comparison to her bold attitude rather unexpected. A twinge of jealousy sparked within her as she indignantly watched the blue haired vixen walk off, taking in her new appearance since the first time being there.
Bulma was adorned in a similar outfit to Myo's, except that her headband was ebony and directly in the middle laid a midnight blue rose. Also her dressings were blue and she had black ankle boots instead of the knee high red boots her alter ego wore. Her physical appearance had changed also, much to Flame's despair. Bulma had become much stronger then before and her body was in better shape then the Mistress could ever remember her being. Even her hair had changed, long and black, streaked with lavender that shimmered in the light. She was gorgeous, even more so than before and Flame was furious at her for it.
For a year she'd watched Bulma grow. Become stronger, become faster. Not because the captive had wanted it. But because SHE willed it. Forcing them to train furiously either together or separately, refusing to give them rest, pushing them to higher levels than what either had ever even known they were capable of. But there was no choice in the matter and it was imperative that both became strong.
And whether the little blue haired tart liked it or not, she was going to fight Vegeta at her maximum. Her love, her precious, her object of adoration. She would teach that damn monkey Prince. He would learn the truth. When you mess with Flame, eventually you get burnt.
And no, she was no idiot. She knew Bulma would try to contact him as she always did. But she also knew it wasn't going to work. It hadn't ever since their merging. That girl was clinging on to some false hope. Flame shook her head dismissingly. She couldn't believe him.a millennia and he thought that he could hit this bitch and be out. But no. .not Flame.
"Not me." She agreed aloud, shaking her head and clenching her teeth. "He used me. Used me. And no way! No way in HELL is he getting away with that!" her eyes ignited with hatred.
"Vegeta....." She hissed through gritted teeth.
But her mind was suddenly filled with the past, the present moving along without her as she relived the horror that had created the rage that nearly tore her apart each time she remembered.
Vegeta killed their child. Ahh. yes, you didn't mistake. He killed THEIR child!
Upon taking his first breaths of air, her son was taken so drastically away with one shot. Conceived and killed all in one day, one moment, one instant.
In her mind she remained on her beautiful home planet Ebony, the tickle of grass beneath her back as she lay in her courtyard.
She was pregnant, nine months and more than ready to hold her child. To feel his soft skin against her own, the warmth of his body against her breast, the smell of his hair. Don't dare ask her where the father was for he was not important. Time and a growing love had taught her through the course of her pregnancy that the only thing important now was the child. Her child. Her son. Her love.
She was the beautiful Nubian Queen, adored by all her followers and her son? Her son would be just as loved, earning his title as Prince of her home one day. So much promise. So much future. So much hope.
She felt the scene move, finding her body lying tangled amongst her bed sheets, sweat soaking her skin as doctors and nurses ran about in a frantic mess, here and there. It was all for him. The panic, the hysteria they suffered. Each nurse, each doctor, all were preparing for the princes arrival, while she watched her chest rise and fall with each heavy breath, wanting more than anything to scream "Get him out of me!!"
Twenty two hours. Twenty two hours of pain, anguish and frustration only to achieve the one goal that she had longed for with all her heart. Even now she smiled, remembering his handsome face. The handsome baby Prince with head full of tousled black hair streaked with orange. She could still feel his smooth caramel skin and see his beautiful round eyes.
Oh, his eyes. They were truly his best feature besides the orange black tipped tail she had played with. His eyes were a gray ivory, the color of a glistening pearl fresh from the heart of an oyster. It seemed he could look into your very soul with those eyes, only seeing the good. And as he opened them for the first time, she knew that she loved him more than life itself. From that point she knew she couldn't be separated from him, their bond from mother to son created with just one glance. And then he'd smiled, strange because children weren't supposed to have those muscles developed yet. But he smiled all the same, the gestures seeming to light the sun, to power the very stars of the Heavens. It was so beautiful.
And then that smile twisted into a painful frown and he was gone, his precious eyes going blank with the glaze of death and his lively little body going limp in her arms.
She looked down confused.
"Onyx Flare." She'd whispered, shaking his tiny body gently. "Onyx Flare."
Why would his countenance change so dramatically? What had numbed his writhing little body so quickly? And then she'd gasped, seeing that there, directly over his heart was a tiny scorched wound, still smoking after an energy blast. She'd screamed in pure agony, her throat ripped dry with the sound until the despair had drained her entirely and her esophagus was raw.
And even in her confusion and overwhelming grief she'd known. Known all along who had done it. It had to be him, the only one on her planet with that ability.
Mass panic had gripped the hearts of doctors and nurses, running all around her puzzled. But it only took one look at her, one look that said it all. The tiny body was held firmly against her chest even as the head doctor began to protest, compassionately trying to pry the corpse from her feverish grip. But she wouldn't let him go. In her heart she knew he was dead, she felt its painful reality even now. But she wouldn't let go, couldn't let go, not then, not now, not ever.
The tiny Prince had died and how ironic that his birth had brought about the most beautiful day she could remember and his death had brought on the most hateful storm the beautiful planet had ever seen.
Remembering brought a mist to her eyes, the warmth of tears bubbling to the rim of her eyelids. But she would not give them the satisfaction of falling. It was enough. She had cried all that she had that day. All that she felt, all that she was. Her compassion, her love and perhaps even her sanity left as Onyx Flare had breathed his last taste of air, igniting forever the torch of hatred and pain that she carried within her every day.
She stood up from her seat and walked to the mirror, seeing that hatred even now reflected back at her through eyes so much like Onyx's. Onyx. Funny how so much love could be transformed so quickly into endless hate. But in silence she marked the end of Vegeta, closing her eyes to the pain and evil that she would soon inflict upon this universe.
"I won't cry for you Onyx." She whispered, holding her hand over her heart, feeling it throb within her. "I'll get even."
*Bulma*
She was in a remote part of the swamp, the musky air assaulting her nostrils. She walked slowly, stepping past the very table on which she had transformed that fateful day that seemed so long ago.
And soon she reached a clearing, her heart lightening with the scene of twisting vines and beautiful flowers. A smile touched her lips as it rarely did these days, her eyes catching sit of a familiar green bird she had come to call Spiff.
She came here every time Flame let her out, the mistress allowing this only six months into their training. Bulma didn't know why and was pretty sure the woman still hated her with the fire of a thousand suns. And the frustrating question still dwindled as to what had truly happened between Flame and Vegeta. And the curiosity was eating her alive!
She would worry about that later though.
Right now she just wanted to relax. Relax. Ahhhhhh.. How delightful such a rare word was in times like these. It was an excruciating past year, finding it odd that she had actually been forced to defend her self against .....herself!
She felt like Vegeta when he would pull an all-nighter in the Gravity Chamber, tired and exhausted beyond what words would allow.
She missed him. A year. A year! It was mind blowing! There were times when she felt her own sanity slipping away with the intensity of her grief, missing him so much in those short moments with herself as she tried to contact him. It never worked most likely because of the unfortunate merge and the fact that Myo was blocking her brainwaves.
She had to admit though if she got out of this alive she was going to keep training. Being able to do what he did, having powers. It was exhilarating. Through the course of a year she'd became so much more fit then she could ever remember being. She'd learned how to use her energy to shoot ki- blast and even had strange ice powers, being able to control frozen water. It was appropriate really because Myo's power consisted of fire, her alto ego being her own opposite.
But she felt strong and she liked it, the exhilaration astounding. But deep within herself she truly feared these new powers the most, knowing that in the end she would have to use them against him. Willing or not.
"I have to find out what happened between them," she frowned, realizing she couldn't get the horrible ideas out of her head. It would be no easy task, this she knew. But the past was the past and they were both adults. And both were obviously skilled at speaking and it was her last chance. She already tried asking Myo and that had landed her a kick in the face.
Flashback
Seven months in and they were now training face to face, each glaring pure malice at the other.
Only Flame knew how to separate them without killing them, a skill Mistress Flame had informed her of secretly to steady Bulma's overwhelming wish to escape.
But the Mistress remained absent from this spar and since her heavy eye wasn't watching them as usual, Bulma decided it was a brilliant time to try and get to know her "self" better.
"So how'd she do it?" She'd asked.
With an icy glare Myo looked up and replied, "Do what".
"Well duh!" Bulma said rudely, tempted to laugh at the sour face that her alto ego made. "Make you! I mean what's her deal anyway, why is she using me?"
And taking the interrogation apparently a step too far, she continued to pry.
"What exactly did Vegeta do?"
WAM!!!!
Bulma hit the ground with a sickening thud, her eyes looking up in shock, startled to see Myo's face, her face, only centimeters away.
Myo's eyes where already a darker shade then Bulma's, so when they turned darker and the room seem to get hotter, Bulma could only stare.
"Mistress Flame has a plan and I am only here to serve her purpose." She said wickedly, her tone low and piercing. "Know your place and mind your fucking business. If it where up to me you would already be my permanent body." she whispered. Bulma could only stare. She was completely not expecting this.
End Flashback
She didn't care any more though. As far as she was concerned she could take Myo and Flame. She was going to find out what happened right now. No more waiting, no more questions she couldn't answer!
"FLAME!" she screamed out loud, her voice echoing through the valley.
"Yes dear." Came the voice out of nowhere and Bulma found herself jumping not expecting an answer so quickly. Regaining her composure she asked, well more like demanded, "Tell me what happened between you and Vegeta right now!"
For further emphasis she slammed her fist into her palm. Flame looked her in the eye seemingly debating if she should actually tell her or throw her back into the prison of her mind. They stood there facing each other each waiting for the outcome, seconds passing like hours.
Then Flame grinned, Bulma making no reaction.
"Alright......."
.and as Flame came to the close of her story Bulma couldn't help but hate Vegeta, despising even the heart that loved him so much even now. It couldn't be true. It wasn't. But even as she tried to convince herself she knew how things stood. She had been told stories of how he used to be, the monstrosities he'd once inflicted upon others. And despite the man he'd become, she knew he was capable of doing such a hideous act. She felt her heart go out to Flame for the first time, recalling herself that at the beginning Vegeta had almost killed her and Trunks as well.
And yet through it all, the horrible details, the heinous actions and heart wrenching results, she still loved him. She couldn't deny that.
And for the first time she felt utterly lost, utterly alone. He was gone. Truly gone not because of a broken or blocked bond, but because the man she had imagined and envisioned him to be in her own mind didn't exist. He was a monster. A cold blooded murderer of children, of his own son.
And also for the first time she truly didn't know what to do. For a year all she'd longed for was to be in his arms, with him, embracing his strong body and feeling his presence all over her, just like always. To be beside him at night and not confined to the prison of her own mind. To smell him, taste him, know he was there with her, in mind, body and soul. And now?
Now she didn't know that man that she missed. She didn't even know if he truly existed or whether this figment of her imagination was still the heartless monster he had once been.
All the while Mistress Flame stood in front of her enjoying the girl's reaction. Anger, pain, hurt and disbelief, followed by the terrorizing acknowledgement of truth. Oh.... This would be easier then she thought.
A/N: Hey guys hope you like this chapter.sorta makes you want to cry. I know I know. Ok well till lataz peace. REVIEW PLEASE. Thanks.
*Capsule Corp*
It'd been a year since they last got word from her. Wait let me rephrase that, for it seems to be rather dull in comparison to the truth.
It'd been a long, cold year since the last time he'd seen her beautiful face. But he still remembered her perfectly.every curve of her body, every contour of her face, her delicious red lips, and her aqua hair that he loved to get his hands tangled in. At times it was as if he could feel the silky strands running over his fingers, only to realize that he was alone. Still alone.
No one saw this though. As always, Vegeta was a master at disguising his emotions, hiding his thoughts and cloaking his pain from the others. No one saw him nearly break down at night. No one knew what he was really thinking about. Not even Goku, his long time companion and well known rival. Perhaps Trunks suspected, for they had both lost something very close to them. Only in a different way.
But they were family regardless of this difference and even though he never would admit it, Vegeta knew it was his duty to keep some type of relationship with his only son. And despite his obligations, the sultry Prince managed to keep up his cold front, with time adding more dropping degrees to his façade. Ever since that message all they'd been doing was training, day in, day out. The sleepless nights and sore muscles, starvation and pain was never mentioned for NO ONE dared to complain. It was for Bulma. Every bruise, every blow. It was for Bulma and that's all that mattered.
Sacrifice was sacrifice regardless of the outcome and each knew directly that she would do the same for them if she could. This wasn't for Vegeta it was for Bulma. they had to remember that.
*Mistress Flame*
"Everything is going according to plan so far Myo", she commented dryly.
"Both of your progress in battling skill is beyond schedule and I shall commend you both."
She cocked her head to the side curiously, clicking her nails and deep in thought.
"Myo," She commanded. "let Bulma out for a while so she can be on her own, it's not like she can go anywhere now anyways."
"Yes Mistress," Myo replied hesitantly, taking a low bow.
In the blink of an eye Bulma stood in front of her, eyes wide with confusion and yet completely silent.
"Go on." Flame commanded, brushing the air with the back of her hand. "Do what..... well whatever it is that you do."
Bulma simply nodded and numbly walked off as if dazed. Mistress Flame eyed her cautiously, the captive's silence in comparison to her bold attitude rather unexpected. A twinge of jealousy sparked within her as she indignantly watched the blue haired vixen walk off, taking in her new appearance since the first time being there.
Bulma was adorned in a similar outfit to Myo's, except that her headband was ebony and directly in the middle laid a midnight blue rose. Also her dressings were blue and she had black ankle boots instead of the knee high red boots her alter ego wore. Her physical appearance had changed also, much to Flame's despair. Bulma had become much stronger then before and her body was in better shape then the Mistress could ever remember her being. Even her hair had changed, long and black, streaked with lavender that shimmered in the light. She was gorgeous, even more so than before and Flame was furious at her for it.
For a year she'd watched Bulma grow. Become stronger, become faster. Not because the captive had wanted it. But because SHE willed it. Forcing them to train furiously either together or separately, refusing to give them rest, pushing them to higher levels than what either had ever even known they were capable of. But there was no choice in the matter and it was imperative that both became strong.
And whether the little blue haired tart liked it or not, she was going to fight Vegeta at her maximum. Her love, her precious, her object of adoration. She would teach that damn monkey Prince. He would learn the truth. When you mess with Flame, eventually you get burnt.
And no, she was no idiot. She knew Bulma would try to contact him as she always did. But she also knew it wasn't going to work. It hadn't ever since their merging. That girl was clinging on to some false hope. Flame shook her head dismissingly. She couldn't believe him.a millennia and he thought that he could hit this bitch and be out. But no. .not Flame.
"Not me." She agreed aloud, shaking her head and clenching her teeth. "He used me. Used me. And no way! No way in HELL is he getting away with that!" her eyes ignited with hatred.
"Vegeta....." She hissed through gritted teeth.
But her mind was suddenly filled with the past, the present moving along without her as she relived the horror that had created the rage that nearly tore her apart each time she remembered.
Vegeta killed their child. Ahh. yes, you didn't mistake. He killed THEIR child!
Upon taking his first breaths of air, her son was taken so drastically away with one shot. Conceived and killed all in one day, one moment, one instant.
In her mind she remained on her beautiful home planet Ebony, the tickle of grass beneath her back as she lay in her courtyard.
She was pregnant, nine months and more than ready to hold her child. To feel his soft skin against her own, the warmth of his body against her breast, the smell of his hair. Don't dare ask her where the father was for he was not important. Time and a growing love had taught her through the course of her pregnancy that the only thing important now was the child. Her child. Her son. Her love.
She was the beautiful Nubian Queen, adored by all her followers and her son? Her son would be just as loved, earning his title as Prince of her home one day. So much promise. So much future. So much hope.
She felt the scene move, finding her body lying tangled amongst her bed sheets, sweat soaking her skin as doctors and nurses ran about in a frantic mess, here and there. It was all for him. The panic, the hysteria they suffered. Each nurse, each doctor, all were preparing for the princes arrival, while she watched her chest rise and fall with each heavy breath, wanting more than anything to scream "Get him out of me!!"
Twenty two hours. Twenty two hours of pain, anguish and frustration only to achieve the one goal that she had longed for with all her heart. Even now she smiled, remembering his handsome face. The handsome baby Prince with head full of tousled black hair streaked with orange. She could still feel his smooth caramel skin and see his beautiful round eyes.
Oh, his eyes. They were truly his best feature besides the orange black tipped tail she had played with. His eyes were a gray ivory, the color of a glistening pearl fresh from the heart of an oyster. It seemed he could look into your very soul with those eyes, only seeing the good. And as he opened them for the first time, she knew that she loved him more than life itself. From that point she knew she couldn't be separated from him, their bond from mother to son created with just one glance. And then he'd smiled, strange because children weren't supposed to have those muscles developed yet. But he smiled all the same, the gestures seeming to light the sun, to power the very stars of the Heavens. It was so beautiful.
And then that smile twisted into a painful frown and he was gone, his precious eyes going blank with the glaze of death and his lively little body going limp in her arms.
She looked down confused.
"Onyx Flare." She'd whispered, shaking his tiny body gently. "Onyx Flare."
Why would his countenance change so dramatically? What had numbed his writhing little body so quickly? And then she'd gasped, seeing that there, directly over his heart was a tiny scorched wound, still smoking after an energy blast. She'd screamed in pure agony, her throat ripped dry with the sound until the despair had drained her entirely and her esophagus was raw.
And even in her confusion and overwhelming grief she'd known. Known all along who had done it. It had to be him, the only one on her planet with that ability.
Mass panic had gripped the hearts of doctors and nurses, running all around her puzzled. But it only took one look at her, one look that said it all. The tiny body was held firmly against her chest even as the head doctor began to protest, compassionately trying to pry the corpse from her feverish grip. But she wouldn't let him go. In her heart she knew he was dead, she felt its painful reality even now. But she wouldn't let go, couldn't let go, not then, not now, not ever.
The tiny Prince had died and how ironic that his birth had brought about the most beautiful day she could remember and his death had brought on the most hateful storm the beautiful planet had ever seen.
Remembering brought a mist to her eyes, the warmth of tears bubbling to the rim of her eyelids. But she would not give them the satisfaction of falling. It was enough. She had cried all that she had that day. All that she felt, all that she was. Her compassion, her love and perhaps even her sanity left as Onyx Flare had breathed his last taste of air, igniting forever the torch of hatred and pain that she carried within her every day.
She stood up from her seat and walked to the mirror, seeing that hatred even now reflected back at her through eyes so much like Onyx's. Onyx. Funny how so much love could be transformed so quickly into endless hate. But in silence she marked the end of Vegeta, closing her eyes to the pain and evil that she would soon inflict upon this universe.
"I won't cry for you Onyx." She whispered, holding her hand over her heart, feeling it throb within her. "I'll get even."
*Bulma*
She was in a remote part of the swamp, the musky air assaulting her nostrils. She walked slowly, stepping past the very table on which she had transformed that fateful day that seemed so long ago.
And soon she reached a clearing, her heart lightening with the scene of twisting vines and beautiful flowers. A smile touched her lips as it rarely did these days, her eyes catching sit of a familiar green bird she had come to call Spiff.
She came here every time Flame let her out, the mistress allowing this only six months into their training. Bulma didn't know why and was pretty sure the woman still hated her with the fire of a thousand suns. And the frustrating question still dwindled as to what had truly happened between Flame and Vegeta. And the curiosity was eating her alive!
She would worry about that later though.
Right now she just wanted to relax. Relax. Ahhhhhh.. How delightful such a rare word was in times like these. It was an excruciating past year, finding it odd that she had actually been forced to defend her self against .....herself!
She felt like Vegeta when he would pull an all-nighter in the Gravity Chamber, tired and exhausted beyond what words would allow.
She missed him. A year. A year! It was mind blowing! There were times when she felt her own sanity slipping away with the intensity of her grief, missing him so much in those short moments with herself as she tried to contact him. It never worked most likely because of the unfortunate merge and the fact that Myo was blocking her brainwaves.
She had to admit though if she got out of this alive she was going to keep training. Being able to do what he did, having powers. It was exhilarating. Through the course of a year she'd became so much more fit then she could ever remember being. She'd learned how to use her energy to shoot ki- blast and even had strange ice powers, being able to control frozen water. It was appropriate really because Myo's power consisted of fire, her alto ego being her own opposite.
But she felt strong and she liked it, the exhilaration astounding. But deep within herself she truly feared these new powers the most, knowing that in the end she would have to use them against him. Willing or not.
"I have to find out what happened between them," she frowned, realizing she couldn't get the horrible ideas out of her head. It would be no easy task, this she knew. But the past was the past and they were both adults. And both were obviously skilled at speaking and it was her last chance. She already tried asking Myo and that had landed her a kick in the face.
Flashback
Seven months in and they were now training face to face, each glaring pure malice at the other.
Only Flame knew how to separate them without killing them, a skill Mistress Flame had informed her of secretly to steady Bulma's overwhelming wish to escape.
But the Mistress remained absent from this spar and since her heavy eye wasn't watching them as usual, Bulma decided it was a brilliant time to try and get to know her "self" better.
"So how'd she do it?" She'd asked.
With an icy glare Myo looked up and replied, "Do what".
"Well duh!" Bulma said rudely, tempted to laugh at the sour face that her alto ego made. "Make you! I mean what's her deal anyway, why is she using me?"
And taking the interrogation apparently a step too far, she continued to pry.
"What exactly did Vegeta do?"
WAM!!!!
Bulma hit the ground with a sickening thud, her eyes looking up in shock, startled to see Myo's face, her face, only centimeters away.
Myo's eyes where already a darker shade then Bulma's, so when they turned darker and the room seem to get hotter, Bulma could only stare.
"Mistress Flame has a plan and I am only here to serve her purpose." She said wickedly, her tone low and piercing. "Know your place and mind your fucking business. If it where up to me you would already be my permanent body." she whispered. Bulma could only stare. She was completely not expecting this.
End Flashback
She didn't care any more though. As far as she was concerned she could take Myo and Flame. She was going to find out what happened right now. No more waiting, no more questions she couldn't answer!
"FLAME!" she screamed out loud, her voice echoing through the valley.
"Yes dear." Came the voice out of nowhere and Bulma found herself jumping not expecting an answer so quickly. Regaining her composure she asked, well more like demanded, "Tell me what happened between you and Vegeta right now!"
For further emphasis she slammed her fist into her palm. Flame looked her in the eye seemingly debating if she should actually tell her or throw her back into the prison of her mind. They stood there facing each other each waiting for the outcome, seconds passing like hours.
Then Flame grinned, Bulma making no reaction.
"Alright......."
.and as Flame came to the close of her story Bulma couldn't help but hate Vegeta, despising even the heart that loved him so much even now. It couldn't be true. It wasn't. But even as she tried to convince herself she knew how things stood. She had been told stories of how he used to be, the monstrosities he'd once inflicted upon others. And despite the man he'd become, she knew he was capable of doing such a hideous act. She felt her heart go out to Flame for the first time, recalling herself that at the beginning Vegeta had almost killed her and Trunks as well.
And yet through it all, the horrible details, the heinous actions and heart wrenching results, she still loved him. She couldn't deny that.
And for the first time she felt utterly lost, utterly alone. He was gone. Truly gone not because of a broken or blocked bond, but because the man she had imagined and envisioned him to be in her own mind didn't exist. He was a monster. A cold blooded murderer of children, of his own son.
And also for the first time she truly didn't know what to do. For a year all she'd longed for was to be in his arms, with him, embracing his strong body and feeling his presence all over her, just like always. To be beside him at night and not confined to the prison of her own mind. To smell him, taste him, know he was there with her, in mind, body and soul. And now?
Now she didn't know that man that she missed. She didn't even know if he truly existed or whether this figment of her imagination was still the heartless monster he had once been.
All the while Mistress Flame stood in front of her enjoying the girl's reaction. Anger, pain, hurt and disbelief, followed by the terrorizing acknowledgement of truth. Oh.... This would be easier then she thought.
A/N: Hey guys hope you like this chapter.sorta makes you want to cry. I know I know. Ok well till lataz peace. REVIEW PLEASE. Thanks.
