So far so good
Those of you who reviewed really seemed to like it.
Here's chapter three
(Oops, almost forgot the disclaimer. # grumbles # don't own DBZ.)
Bulma sat, quietly, facing the mirror. A fine coat of dust had settled over her motionless body, turning her color a soft gray. Her blues eyes were blood shot, all of her tears long sense spent. She had been there, alone, for days, just watching the voiceless images as the moved across the glass.
All of her friends had passed before her eyes. She saw Krillin with his new family, Goku and Chi Chi with their sons Gohan and Goten. To her amusement she saw Yamcha and Puar spending their time at the baseball field instead of the singles bar. Each one she paused on briefly before going on. The hours had past quickly, but still she could not bring herself to look for Vegeta. She didn't want to see if he was like the others, having gone with his life.
"Perhaps he has found someone else," she whispered to herself, "what if he's forgotten all about me. Like the others seem to have."
"No one could forget you, you're memorable," Luriy's soft voice cut sharply through the air.
Bulma twisted around, the sudden movement causing the dust to rise about her body. The butter color of his eyes reassured her slightly and she turned once more to face the mirror.
"I thought you said that time moves faster there but I've been here for days and no more time then that has past."
"Of course not. If you tried to watch time as it moved you wouldn't be able to see anything. The mirror slows it down for you."
Bulma didn't respond. She did not want to believe him despite the proof before her, the proof he so readily supplied. She could feel him watching her, his eyes boring into the back of her head. She faced the mirror, forcing herself not to look at him again.
"You must be getting bored just watching these people all day long. Why don't we play some thing."
"I happen to find my family fascinating. I've missed so much of their lives and I don't want to miss any more."
"But I brought you here to play," his voice had taken on a nagging quality, child like in its tone.
"I know what you brought me here to do," Bulma's head slid down slightly as she spoke, "If you had had really wanted that, you wouldn't have shown me the mirror."
But Luriy ignored her saying instead," I know lets play dress up."
A frown crossed her face, as she rose and turned to see just what he was up to. She caught him filing up his arms and chanting something beneath his breath. The air around her began to stir. The temperature rose, heating her flesh, burning away her nightgown. She found herself in whorl wind of ash and dust that blocked her sight of the room. The sheer caress of fabric slithered its way over her form, clenching about her waist, griping her shoulders almost painfully. Tiny shoes pinched her feet as a heavy chain dripped about her neck, brushing against the swell of her breasts.
The wind slowly fell away revealing a smiling Luriy, his red eyes burning with lust. In his hand he held a small mirror, her reflection winked back at her. Disgusted she turned her head from the sight of herself drenched in silk and gemstones. The Victorian style gown was beautiful and gaudy, its accents of sapphire and pearl lying carelessly around her neck and in her hair.
"You look now like you always should," he began walking toward her, "more beautiful than any princess." he reached her and turned her face to meet his gaze. "I showed you the mirror to try and make to forget them, but I know now that only one thing will ever do that."
His hand slid down her neck, brushing past her chest and waist to claim her hand. With practiced ease he brought it up to his mouth. As he kissed her palm their eyes met. Both burn with fire, hers of hatred and his of passion. Smiling he tasted her palm of her hand, she glared back in reply.
"If you let me I will make you scream until your only desire is to forget them all."
"No matter what you try and do to me," she hissed, "I will never forget Vegeta."
His smile became bittersweet; his hand tightened his nails drawing blood. Behind her she could feel the mirror changing once more. Even without looking she knew what it would show her, but the image drew both of their eyes any ways. The sight of Vegeta was more painful to her then the cut of Luriy's nail. His angry expression drove straight to her heart, choking her.
Luriy's hand clutched hers tighter. The sound of snapping bone and Bulma's whimpers of pain brought his eyes back to her. Furiously he flung her hand from himself as he cried out; "You love that beast more each day. I will never have all that I want from you as long as he lives."
Tears of pain filled Bulma's eyes as she held her hand to her chest, but the sight of Vegeta spurred her to answer," You could never defeat him in a fair fight. That beast as you call him will always be the better man and the only one to claim my heart and soul."
Luriy's eyes narrowed, his voice cracking through clenched teeth, "That sounds like a challenge my dear. One that I must take you up on."
Bulma was confused as he stepped around her toward the mirror. Standing before it he stated calmly, "Oh my magic mirror show me were I must go to give her the fight she wishes so."
The surface of the mirror began to ripple like water. Fearlessly he shoved his hand through. The rest of him soon followed. When only his head remained he spoke," I'd love to stay but "his head disappeared beneath the surface," I have your soul to win."
By the time she reached the mirror it had hardened. She pounded on it fruitlessly. The image of Vegeta was once more before as she succumbed to the pain and whispered, " Oh, Vegeta, what have I done. What I have I done."
That's chapter three. Please tell me what you think.
P.S. Next chapter will fill you in on the rest of the Gang.
Those of you who reviewed really seemed to like it.
Here's chapter three
(Oops, almost forgot the disclaimer. # grumbles # don't own DBZ.)
Bulma sat, quietly, facing the mirror. A fine coat of dust had settled over her motionless body, turning her color a soft gray. Her blues eyes were blood shot, all of her tears long sense spent. She had been there, alone, for days, just watching the voiceless images as the moved across the glass.
All of her friends had passed before her eyes. She saw Krillin with his new family, Goku and Chi Chi with their sons Gohan and Goten. To her amusement she saw Yamcha and Puar spending their time at the baseball field instead of the singles bar. Each one she paused on briefly before going on. The hours had past quickly, but still she could not bring herself to look for Vegeta. She didn't want to see if he was like the others, having gone with his life.
"Perhaps he has found someone else," she whispered to herself, "what if he's forgotten all about me. Like the others seem to have."
"No one could forget you, you're memorable," Luriy's soft voice cut sharply through the air.
Bulma twisted around, the sudden movement causing the dust to rise about her body. The butter color of his eyes reassured her slightly and she turned once more to face the mirror.
"I thought you said that time moves faster there but I've been here for days and no more time then that has past."
"Of course not. If you tried to watch time as it moved you wouldn't be able to see anything. The mirror slows it down for you."
Bulma didn't respond. She did not want to believe him despite the proof before her, the proof he so readily supplied. She could feel him watching her, his eyes boring into the back of her head. She faced the mirror, forcing herself not to look at him again.
"You must be getting bored just watching these people all day long. Why don't we play some thing."
"I happen to find my family fascinating. I've missed so much of their lives and I don't want to miss any more."
"But I brought you here to play," his voice had taken on a nagging quality, child like in its tone.
"I know what you brought me here to do," Bulma's head slid down slightly as she spoke, "If you had had really wanted that, you wouldn't have shown me the mirror."
But Luriy ignored her saying instead," I know lets play dress up."
A frown crossed her face, as she rose and turned to see just what he was up to. She caught him filing up his arms and chanting something beneath his breath. The air around her began to stir. The temperature rose, heating her flesh, burning away her nightgown. She found herself in whorl wind of ash and dust that blocked her sight of the room. The sheer caress of fabric slithered its way over her form, clenching about her waist, griping her shoulders almost painfully. Tiny shoes pinched her feet as a heavy chain dripped about her neck, brushing against the swell of her breasts.
The wind slowly fell away revealing a smiling Luriy, his red eyes burning with lust. In his hand he held a small mirror, her reflection winked back at her. Disgusted she turned her head from the sight of herself drenched in silk and gemstones. The Victorian style gown was beautiful and gaudy, its accents of sapphire and pearl lying carelessly around her neck and in her hair.
"You look now like you always should," he began walking toward her, "more beautiful than any princess." he reached her and turned her face to meet his gaze. "I showed you the mirror to try and make to forget them, but I know now that only one thing will ever do that."
His hand slid down her neck, brushing past her chest and waist to claim her hand. With practiced ease he brought it up to his mouth. As he kissed her palm their eyes met. Both burn with fire, hers of hatred and his of passion. Smiling he tasted her palm of her hand, she glared back in reply.
"If you let me I will make you scream until your only desire is to forget them all."
"No matter what you try and do to me," she hissed, "I will never forget Vegeta."
His smile became bittersweet; his hand tightened his nails drawing blood. Behind her she could feel the mirror changing once more. Even without looking she knew what it would show her, but the image drew both of their eyes any ways. The sight of Vegeta was more painful to her then the cut of Luriy's nail. His angry expression drove straight to her heart, choking her.
Luriy's hand clutched hers tighter. The sound of snapping bone and Bulma's whimpers of pain brought his eyes back to her. Furiously he flung her hand from himself as he cried out; "You love that beast more each day. I will never have all that I want from you as long as he lives."
Tears of pain filled Bulma's eyes as she held her hand to her chest, but the sight of Vegeta spurred her to answer," You could never defeat him in a fair fight. That beast as you call him will always be the better man and the only one to claim my heart and soul."
Luriy's eyes narrowed, his voice cracking through clenched teeth, "That sounds like a challenge my dear. One that I must take you up on."
Bulma was confused as he stepped around her toward the mirror. Standing before it he stated calmly, "Oh my magic mirror show me were I must go to give her the fight she wishes so."
The surface of the mirror began to ripple like water. Fearlessly he shoved his hand through. The rest of him soon followed. When only his head remained he spoke," I'd love to stay but "his head disappeared beneath the surface," I have your soul to win."
By the time she reached the mirror it had hardened. She pounded on it fruitlessly. The image of Vegeta was once more before as she succumbed to the pain and whispered, " Oh, Vegeta, what have I done. What I have I done."
That's chapter three. Please tell me what you think.
P.S. Next chapter will fill you in on the rest of the Gang.