This is my first fanfic. So please be gentle.
I don't own DBZ.
Bulma woke slowly, the moon lit room greeting her. She glanced at the sleeping man beside her, wondering what could have roused her from her sound slumber. Vegeta lay on his stomach, sleeping peacefully. The gentle rise and fall of his breathing calmed her slightly, and she rested her head once more down beside his. She sighed, ever since the fight with the androids and Cell she had been restless, taking up her late night work again, despite Vegeta's protests. Rolling over, she tried to return to sleep, but the uneasy feeling would not leave her.
Growling silently in frustration, she climbed from the bed. Stopping only to slip on a nightgown, Bulma strode down the hallway to her sons' room. Without hesitation, she stole inside, checking for herself that her boy was all right. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, drawing quickly to the child's bed. Trunks lay there sleeping peacefully like his father. With a smile she turned and left the room, returning to hers.
"Bulma girl," she chuckled, "Your getting paranoid. I guess it was a good thing Vegeta convinced you to sleep tonight."
As she turned the corner to her room, she saw an eerie yellow light peaking out from beneath the door. Bulma stopped dead in her tracks, a chill racing across her spine. The light seemed hauntingly familiar to her, like a memory best forgotten. She began to back up, shaking her head as though forcing all thoughts from her mind. The wall soon found her back and she slid down it, crumpling to the floor with a hallow whimper.
"What's happening," she cried softly, "why am I so afraid of a light," silence answered her before wringing a strangled scream from her lips, "Vegeta."
Bulma scrambled from her place on the floor, running swiftly to her bed room door. With rising terror, she began to pound on the locked door, screaming out for help. Salty, bittersweet tears raced their way down her face, blinding her. Desperately she glanced around for something to break down the door, hoarsely still crying out for help.
The explosion came with out warning, flinging her and bits of debris against the far wall. A few moments passed before Bulma slowly staggered to her feet; blood dripping freely from many cuts and scraps on her body. Limping slightly she forced herself into the room, gazing in horror at the sight that greeted her. A black robed figure hovered over the still sleeping Vegeta; a dagger clutched in its hand dangerously close his heart.
"Stop!"
The figures' hand jerked away from Vegeta, as a baritone voice rumbled out from beneath the hood, "So you finally arrived. As you can see I was beginning to get bored waiting for you."
"Who are you," her cracked slightly, "what have you done to Vegeta."
"Nothing too terrible yet my dear, just a little sleeping spell," the voice smirked, "The same one I used on the rest of your family, or didn't you notice when they refused to answer your calls."
The man glided over to her, landed before. After switching his dagger over to his left hand, he traced the curve of her cheek with his right. It's long nails scraping gently over the bruises. She flinched and he roughly grabbed her chin, forcing her to stare at his hooded face. With his other hand, still holding the dagger, he pulled off the hood, glowering at the shocked look on her face.
"Remember me now, my sweet."
"Like a nightmare, Luriy. "
A smile formed on the man's beautiful face. Ruby eyes filled with amusement and he threw back his head letting out a sharp bark of laughter, silver hair steamed down his back.
"Well not all dreams can be pleasant, but I sure we will enjoy each other in the future."
"The only way I would enjoy you is dead," she said as she spit in his face.
He backhanded her quickly, sending her to the floor. She fingered her numbing jaw lightly, causing him to frown. Sheathing the dagger, he picked her off the ground holding her tightly against his chest. She struggled fruitlessly to free herself, hating them both as she gave in a wearily lead on him.
"One could wish you were not so weak," he paused, thinking, "but then again holding you like this is pleasant."
She grimaced and stared down at the floor, seething in anger as she regained her composure. He loosened his hold on her slightly and one of her hands slipped down from its prison on his chest, brushing against the hilt of the dagger. Without stopping to think Bulma grabbed it and swung it up at his neck. Luriy leapt back in surprise, feeling the edge of the blade knick his throat. Reaching up he wiped away the blood that was beading to the surface. Bulma crouched in a defensive position in front of the door, glaring at him in disgust.
"So the kitten does have claws, I see I'm just going to have to de-claw you."
"You'll have to kill me first."
"No I would hate to mar you like that," he glanced at the bed, "I can think of a much better way."
Grasping his intent, Bulma begged him, a sob catching in her throat, "Please don't," she dropped the blade as she stood, " I'll do anything."
"Anything. Do you really care for him that much."
"Yes," she gazed with longing at Vegeta; "I would gladly do anything for him," her eyes swung back to him, "Even die."
Luriy smiled, "I know of some thing else. If you agree to come with me I will spare him."
"And if I don't?"
"There will be nothing left of him to console yourself with."
Bulma bit her lip, staring at the back of the man she loved, the man she bore a son too. Did she truly love him enough to give up her life for him, her very soul? Steeling her will, she walked over to Luriy, stopping short before him.
"If you swear on everything you believe that you will let him live," she closed her eye, a tear slipping down her cheek. He wiped it away with his finger, bring it to his lips, "I will go with you."
Several days later in the realm of the dead, an unaware Goku trained. Content in his thinking that all was well with the earth. With a child like laugh, he went super sayian, sending forth a fury of kicks and punches, attacking his invisible opponent full heartily. Several moments pasted before he realized the yelling of his name was real.
"Yes King Ki," Goku hovered above the stout blue man.
"Goku get down here," he paused as Goku settled down before him, "I'm afraid I have some disturbing news for you."
That grabbed his attention instantly, "What is it."
"I'm afraid that your friend, ahh. Bulma has disappeared," he began to giggle, "I bet she wouldn't have gone anywhere if she wasn't so blue all the time."
"King Ki."
"I know this is no time to loose ones self," King Ki grasped his sides in a fit of giggles.
"King Ki, what has happened to Bulma?"
'Boy this guy has no sense of humor' he thought to himself before answering, "Oh, right Bulma, well I hate to tell you but even I don't know. Her family woke up one morning to find that she was gone."
"Didn't she leave a note your something."
"'Fraid not. The only thing they found was a half demolished room and traces of her blood."
"What! How in the world could they have missed their house blowing up? "
"Everybody slept right through the explosion, even Vegeta. Although the wall was missing from his room."
"They all slept through it."
"That's right. According to Dende, Mr. Briefs did a blood test on them and found traces of a powerful sleeping agent. Who ever has Bulma probably knocked them out first to get at her."
"What are they doing now?"
"Well they can't locate her any where on earth and her Family is freaking out. In fact that's why I came to talk to you."
"What do you mean."
"Well, your friends on earth are afraid that if they aren't able to find Bulma soon that Vegeta's going to flip his lid. They want to wish you back so that if he does they won't get blown to pieces. You're the only one strong enough to really handle him."
"If they need me, tell them to go ahead. I can always die again and come back up here later."
"Goku, I think you're the only one in the universe that thinks like that."
I don't own DBZ.
Bulma woke slowly, the moon lit room greeting her. She glanced at the sleeping man beside her, wondering what could have roused her from her sound slumber. Vegeta lay on his stomach, sleeping peacefully. The gentle rise and fall of his breathing calmed her slightly, and she rested her head once more down beside his. She sighed, ever since the fight with the androids and Cell she had been restless, taking up her late night work again, despite Vegeta's protests. Rolling over, she tried to return to sleep, but the uneasy feeling would not leave her.
Growling silently in frustration, she climbed from the bed. Stopping only to slip on a nightgown, Bulma strode down the hallway to her sons' room. Without hesitation, she stole inside, checking for herself that her boy was all right. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, drawing quickly to the child's bed. Trunks lay there sleeping peacefully like his father. With a smile she turned and left the room, returning to hers.
"Bulma girl," she chuckled, "Your getting paranoid. I guess it was a good thing Vegeta convinced you to sleep tonight."
As she turned the corner to her room, she saw an eerie yellow light peaking out from beneath the door. Bulma stopped dead in her tracks, a chill racing across her spine. The light seemed hauntingly familiar to her, like a memory best forgotten. She began to back up, shaking her head as though forcing all thoughts from her mind. The wall soon found her back and she slid down it, crumpling to the floor with a hallow whimper.
"What's happening," she cried softly, "why am I so afraid of a light," silence answered her before wringing a strangled scream from her lips, "Vegeta."
Bulma scrambled from her place on the floor, running swiftly to her bed room door. With rising terror, she began to pound on the locked door, screaming out for help. Salty, bittersweet tears raced their way down her face, blinding her. Desperately she glanced around for something to break down the door, hoarsely still crying out for help.
The explosion came with out warning, flinging her and bits of debris against the far wall. A few moments passed before Bulma slowly staggered to her feet; blood dripping freely from many cuts and scraps on her body. Limping slightly she forced herself into the room, gazing in horror at the sight that greeted her. A black robed figure hovered over the still sleeping Vegeta; a dagger clutched in its hand dangerously close his heart.
"Stop!"
The figures' hand jerked away from Vegeta, as a baritone voice rumbled out from beneath the hood, "So you finally arrived. As you can see I was beginning to get bored waiting for you."
"Who are you," her cracked slightly, "what have you done to Vegeta."
"Nothing too terrible yet my dear, just a little sleeping spell," the voice smirked, "The same one I used on the rest of your family, or didn't you notice when they refused to answer your calls."
The man glided over to her, landed before. After switching his dagger over to his left hand, he traced the curve of her cheek with his right. It's long nails scraping gently over the bruises. She flinched and he roughly grabbed her chin, forcing her to stare at his hooded face. With his other hand, still holding the dagger, he pulled off the hood, glowering at the shocked look on her face.
"Remember me now, my sweet."
"Like a nightmare, Luriy. "
A smile formed on the man's beautiful face. Ruby eyes filled with amusement and he threw back his head letting out a sharp bark of laughter, silver hair steamed down his back.
"Well not all dreams can be pleasant, but I sure we will enjoy each other in the future."
"The only way I would enjoy you is dead," she said as she spit in his face.
He backhanded her quickly, sending her to the floor. She fingered her numbing jaw lightly, causing him to frown. Sheathing the dagger, he picked her off the ground holding her tightly against his chest. She struggled fruitlessly to free herself, hating them both as she gave in a wearily lead on him.
"One could wish you were not so weak," he paused, thinking, "but then again holding you like this is pleasant."
She grimaced and stared down at the floor, seething in anger as she regained her composure. He loosened his hold on her slightly and one of her hands slipped down from its prison on his chest, brushing against the hilt of the dagger. Without stopping to think Bulma grabbed it and swung it up at his neck. Luriy leapt back in surprise, feeling the edge of the blade knick his throat. Reaching up he wiped away the blood that was beading to the surface. Bulma crouched in a defensive position in front of the door, glaring at him in disgust.
"So the kitten does have claws, I see I'm just going to have to de-claw you."
"You'll have to kill me first."
"No I would hate to mar you like that," he glanced at the bed, "I can think of a much better way."
Grasping his intent, Bulma begged him, a sob catching in her throat, "Please don't," she dropped the blade as she stood, " I'll do anything."
"Anything. Do you really care for him that much."
"Yes," she gazed with longing at Vegeta; "I would gladly do anything for him," her eyes swung back to him, "Even die."
Luriy smiled, "I know of some thing else. If you agree to come with me I will spare him."
"And if I don't?"
"There will be nothing left of him to console yourself with."
Bulma bit her lip, staring at the back of the man she loved, the man she bore a son too. Did she truly love him enough to give up her life for him, her very soul? Steeling her will, she walked over to Luriy, stopping short before him.
"If you swear on everything you believe that you will let him live," she closed her eye, a tear slipping down her cheek. He wiped it away with his finger, bring it to his lips, "I will go with you."
Several days later in the realm of the dead, an unaware Goku trained. Content in his thinking that all was well with the earth. With a child like laugh, he went super sayian, sending forth a fury of kicks and punches, attacking his invisible opponent full heartily. Several moments pasted before he realized the yelling of his name was real.
"Yes King Ki," Goku hovered above the stout blue man.
"Goku get down here," he paused as Goku settled down before him, "I'm afraid I have some disturbing news for you."
That grabbed his attention instantly, "What is it."
"I'm afraid that your friend, ahh. Bulma has disappeared," he began to giggle, "I bet she wouldn't have gone anywhere if she wasn't so blue all the time."
"King Ki."
"I know this is no time to loose ones self," King Ki grasped his sides in a fit of giggles.
"King Ki, what has happened to Bulma?"
'Boy this guy has no sense of humor' he thought to himself before answering, "Oh, right Bulma, well I hate to tell you but even I don't know. Her family woke up one morning to find that she was gone."
"Didn't she leave a note your something."
"'Fraid not. The only thing they found was a half demolished room and traces of her blood."
"What! How in the world could they have missed their house blowing up? "
"Everybody slept right through the explosion, even Vegeta. Although the wall was missing from his room."
"They all slept through it."
"That's right. According to Dende, Mr. Briefs did a blood test on them and found traces of a powerful sleeping agent. Who ever has Bulma probably knocked them out first to get at her."
"What are they doing now?"
"Well they can't locate her any where on earth and her Family is freaking out. In fact that's why I came to talk to you."
"What do you mean."
"Well, your friends on earth are afraid that if they aren't able to find Bulma soon that Vegeta's going to flip his lid. They want to wish you back so that if he does they won't get blown to pieces. You're the only one strong enough to really handle him."
"If they need me, tell them to go ahead. I can always die again and come back up here later."
"Goku, I think you're the only one in the universe that thinks like that."