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I want to thank everyone who read and reviewed my Fic. THANKS.
As to your requests here's more:
The sunlight shone brightly through the bare windows, warming the cold stone floor. The smell of freshly laundered sheets and ancient perfume clung to the air, vainly trying to break through the over powering scent of roses. China dolls and teddy bears lay about the room, on shelves, tables and chairs, shoved between dress up clothes and costume jewelry. A vase of half-dead dandelions sat on the nightstand, their flower heads drifting over a partially eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwich. On the floor a once broken music box played it's tune, serenading Bulma as she sat amongst the clutter.
Bulma gazed around in wonder. These were the toys of her childhood, things she thought she had lost years ago. It confused and angered her to find them here, in this beautiful prison. She pulled herself from the floor and walked over to the bed. The miniature canopy bed was exquisite. Pink and creamy white lace enveloped it, reminding Bulma of the Sleeping Beauty fairy tale.
"Are your booboos feeling better now?"
She flinched as the question caught her off guard. Pausing only a moment she whorled around, noticing that Luriy's eyes had changed to a soft yellow.
"You frightened me, I thought I was alone."
"You were," Luriy smiled sweetly, "Then I got here."
"I see."
"Well that's good," he said as he leaned over and began to walk on his hands, "So how do you feel."
"Fine. but," her eyes followed him around the room, "I'm not as young as I used to be. And I never could handle an energy blast being thrown my way."
"But that's how your other friends play. They blow each other up all the time, I've watched them do it."
Bulma turned from him; "You've watched us."
"Yep. It was funny, especially the little bald one and the one named after a fridge."
"How?"
"It was easy," he flipped back onto his feet and grabbed her hand, "Let me show you."
With child like excitement Luriy dragged her from the room. They raced through the hallway, everything passing in a near blur. From the corner of her eye, Bulma caught glimpses of herself as a child painted on the walls. As they moved onward, she saw that the pictures got progressively older. Her friends, Goku, Krillin, Yamacha, even Puar and Oolong soon joined the image of her teenaged self, their adventures coloring the hallway.
Luriy turned suddenly and climbed up a stairwell. Bulma gasped in shock as scenes from Namek greeted her eyes. Her first confrontation with Vegeta, the mother crab, her body as a frog, they were all there, vividly leaping from the wall. Mindlessly Bulma followed Luriy, confusion reigning over her thoughts. At the top of the stairs they took another sharp turn, the pictures once again changing. Bulma closed her eyes to the all too familiar scenes of Cell and the Androids. Vainly she tried to block them out, her breathing coming out in gasps with the effort. Heedless of this Luriy continued on.
After a set of downward steps, he slowed coming to a stop outside a giant door. Blindly Bulma slammed into his back, her eyes snapping open on contact. Two huge pictures framed the doorway. On the left was a picture of Luriy holding her in his arms after she had succumbed to her injuries.
Tears sprang to Bulma's eyes as she gazed at the second image. She was sleeping peacefully in her bed at home with Vegeta leaning over her, looking at her with a fond expression on his face. She had never seen Vegeta like that in all the years she had known him.
"We're here," proudly Luriy open the door, escorting her in to the room.
The room was bare of anything except a full-length mirror standing against the far wall. The windowless expanse was lit by the glow of sunlight coming from the mirror. Trails of dust danced across the floor, outlining footsteps on the stones.
"Where exactly is here?"
"Why the mirror room silly," Luriy looked at her, his head leaning to the side, "Like in the story of Snow White. I tell the mirror what I want to see and it shows it to me. That's how I watched you."
The scientist in her was intrigued; she walked around the mirror trying to see what made it work.
"How does it work?"
"Stand back and I'll show you."
Bulma did as she was told. When he thought she was far enough away, Luriy flung out his arms in a dramatic pose, his back strait, staring intently at the mirror.
"Oh, my magic mirror show me what I wish to see. um," he turned and look at Bulma, "What do I want to see?"
"My son. I want to see my son, Trunks."
The words were barely past her lips when the mirror began to glow brighter. Wind picked up in the room sending the dust flying about wildly. The skirt of Bulma's nightgown whipped about her feet. Both of their hair was snapping around their heads, cutting through the air violently. The wind died down again as suddenly as it arose.
Bulma wiped the hair from her eyes and glanced at the mirror. A little boy's image was reflected in the glass. He's short lavender hair flew around his head as he fought with another boy about his age. They battled one another like they were merely playing; throwing kicks and punches with out the intention of serious harm. Vainly Bulma tried to place a name with the familiar face.
Confusion riddled her face when she found her answer, "How can that be Trunks. He's just a baby."
"He was when you left but that was a long time ago."
She spun around and glared at him, snapped back, "That's impossible. I've only been here a few days, a week at most."
"True you have been here only a few days but it's been years there," Luriy shrugged his shoulders, his answer meant little to him.
Bulma turned once again to the mirror, tears forming in her eyes, "H.how can that be, if. if it's true. then I've missed. so much. My little boys. no longer mine."
Luriy's eyes slowly faded back to red, but Bulma was crying to hard to care. Her shoulders weighted down with sobs and she slumped to the floor in a heap. He blinked once, settling in the blood ruby color, before kneeling beside her and rapping his arms around her.
"Shhh. it doesn't matter. You have me now and that's all you need," he grabbed her head between his hands and turn it to face him, "That's all you ever need."
Rage worked its way into her eyes and she screamed at him, "This is all your fault. Leave me alone. I never want to see you again," she shoved him away and whispered, "I hate you."
The expression on his face didn't change but his eyes lit with angry fire, "Go a head and cry. Cry until your throat is dry and your eyes are as red as mine. It won't do you any good," he began to walk out of the room, "Your mine now and you will stay that way. forever."
Luriy slammed the door behind himself, his final word echoing throughout the room. Bulma crawled to the mirror, and began tracing Trunks face with her fingertips. His smile cut to her heart. She crumbled before the mirror, her desperate sobs filling the room.
Well that's chapter two.
I know it's short but I hope you liked it.
P.S. to my disappointment I don't own DBZ.
I want to thank everyone who read and reviewed my Fic. THANKS.
As to your requests here's more:
The sunlight shone brightly through the bare windows, warming the cold stone floor. The smell of freshly laundered sheets and ancient perfume clung to the air, vainly trying to break through the over powering scent of roses. China dolls and teddy bears lay about the room, on shelves, tables and chairs, shoved between dress up clothes and costume jewelry. A vase of half-dead dandelions sat on the nightstand, their flower heads drifting over a partially eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwich. On the floor a once broken music box played it's tune, serenading Bulma as she sat amongst the clutter.
Bulma gazed around in wonder. These were the toys of her childhood, things she thought she had lost years ago. It confused and angered her to find them here, in this beautiful prison. She pulled herself from the floor and walked over to the bed. The miniature canopy bed was exquisite. Pink and creamy white lace enveloped it, reminding Bulma of the Sleeping Beauty fairy tale.
"Are your booboos feeling better now?"
She flinched as the question caught her off guard. Pausing only a moment she whorled around, noticing that Luriy's eyes had changed to a soft yellow.
"You frightened me, I thought I was alone."
"You were," Luriy smiled sweetly, "Then I got here."
"I see."
"Well that's good," he said as he leaned over and began to walk on his hands, "So how do you feel."
"Fine. but," her eyes followed him around the room, "I'm not as young as I used to be. And I never could handle an energy blast being thrown my way."
"But that's how your other friends play. They blow each other up all the time, I've watched them do it."
Bulma turned from him; "You've watched us."
"Yep. It was funny, especially the little bald one and the one named after a fridge."
"How?"
"It was easy," he flipped back onto his feet and grabbed her hand, "Let me show you."
With child like excitement Luriy dragged her from the room. They raced through the hallway, everything passing in a near blur. From the corner of her eye, Bulma caught glimpses of herself as a child painted on the walls. As they moved onward, she saw that the pictures got progressively older. Her friends, Goku, Krillin, Yamacha, even Puar and Oolong soon joined the image of her teenaged self, their adventures coloring the hallway.
Luriy turned suddenly and climbed up a stairwell. Bulma gasped in shock as scenes from Namek greeted her eyes. Her first confrontation with Vegeta, the mother crab, her body as a frog, they were all there, vividly leaping from the wall. Mindlessly Bulma followed Luriy, confusion reigning over her thoughts. At the top of the stairs they took another sharp turn, the pictures once again changing. Bulma closed her eyes to the all too familiar scenes of Cell and the Androids. Vainly she tried to block them out, her breathing coming out in gasps with the effort. Heedless of this Luriy continued on.
After a set of downward steps, he slowed coming to a stop outside a giant door. Blindly Bulma slammed into his back, her eyes snapping open on contact. Two huge pictures framed the doorway. On the left was a picture of Luriy holding her in his arms after she had succumbed to her injuries.
Tears sprang to Bulma's eyes as she gazed at the second image. She was sleeping peacefully in her bed at home with Vegeta leaning over her, looking at her with a fond expression on his face. She had never seen Vegeta like that in all the years she had known him.
"We're here," proudly Luriy open the door, escorting her in to the room.
The room was bare of anything except a full-length mirror standing against the far wall. The windowless expanse was lit by the glow of sunlight coming from the mirror. Trails of dust danced across the floor, outlining footsteps on the stones.
"Where exactly is here?"
"Why the mirror room silly," Luriy looked at her, his head leaning to the side, "Like in the story of Snow White. I tell the mirror what I want to see and it shows it to me. That's how I watched you."
The scientist in her was intrigued; she walked around the mirror trying to see what made it work.
"How does it work?"
"Stand back and I'll show you."
Bulma did as she was told. When he thought she was far enough away, Luriy flung out his arms in a dramatic pose, his back strait, staring intently at the mirror.
"Oh, my magic mirror show me what I wish to see. um," he turned and look at Bulma, "What do I want to see?"
"My son. I want to see my son, Trunks."
The words were barely past her lips when the mirror began to glow brighter. Wind picked up in the room sending the dust flying about wildly. The skirt of Bulma's nightgown whipped about her feet. Both of their hair was snapping around their heads, cutting through the air violently. The wind died down again as suddenly as it arose.
Bulma wiped the hair from her eyes and glanced at the mirror. A little boy's image was reflected in the glass. He's short lavender hair flew around his head as he fought with another boy about his age. They battled one another like they were merely playing; throwing kicks and punches with out the intention of serious harm. Vainly Bulma tried to place a name with the familiar face.
Confusion riddled her face when she found her answer, "How can that be Trunks. He's just a baby."
"He was when you left but that was a long time ago."
She spun around and glared at him, snapped back, "That's impossible. I've only been here a few days, a week at most."
"True you have been here only a few days but it's been years there," Luriy shrugged his shoulders, his answer meant little to him.
Bulma turned once again to the mirror, tears forming in her eyes, "H.how can that be, if. if it's true. then I've missed. so much. My little boys. no longer mine."
Luriy's eyes slowly faded back to red, but Bulma was crying to hard to care. Her shoulders weighted down with sobs and she slumped to the floor in a heap. He blinked once, settling in the blood ruby color, before kneeling beside her and rapping his arms around her.
"Shhh. it doesn't matter. You have me now and that's all you need," he grabbed her head between his hands and turn it to face him, "That's all you ever need."
Rage worked its way into her eyes and she screamed at him, "This is all your fault. Leave me alone. I never want to see you again," she shoved him away and whispered, "I hate you."
The expression on his face didn't change but his eyes lit with angry fire, "Go a head and cry. Cry until your throat is dry and your eyes are as red as mine. It won't do you any good," he began to walk out of the room, "Your mine now and you will stay that way. forever."
Luriy slammed the door behind himself, his final word echoing throughout the room. Bulma crawled to the mirror, and began tracing Trunks face with her fingertips. His smile cut to her heart. She crumbled before the mirror, her desperate sobs filling the room.
Well that's chapter two.
I know it's short but I hope you liked it.
P.S. to my disappointment I don't own DBZ.