Separate Beds

By FireDragon

Disclaimer: ................ (^_^)

Ok, to those who said this fic is like Possession' by android 18, I'm gonna take that as a complement as that happens to be my fav story and by my fav author.
Two, this fic is actually biased on a book I read called Separate Beds by Lavryle Spencer, hence the title, although I've cut and altered it too suit my needs DO NOT WORRY! It will not end up the same! believe me, I read all of that story again purposely so it wouldn't end up corresponding. I realised when reading the book that the main characters had a typically Vegeta/Bulma relationship, but I'm not the kinda person to copy, so DON'T WORRY, it's either my own work OR NO ONE ELSE'S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Soooooooo now that I've got that off my chest, thank you to everyone who liked it ( narrows eyes) and even those who expressed great concern that it would turn out like Possession', hint ,hint it won't ( Okay I think they've got the point) but thanks for comparing me to her. (Giggles, anime sweat drop, PJP sighs dramatically).
Fine, please enjoy this one, cause I enjoy writing them! (@__@)

Chapter 2:

Currents of Disposition

Thanks to all those lovely ppl who reviewed the last one, its really nice to see if u like it!

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Bulma was curled underneath the bed covers in a tight ball, the early

morning light drifted lazily through the gap between the curtains, its glittering

golden trail ran across the room and onto her pillow. The storm had passed

and in the morning sunlight only a few drops of rain remained on her

window pane, they oozed from the glass and into the gutter with a steady

drip, drip , drip.......

Bulma turned over in her sleep, frowning as though having a corrupt dream,

she tossed and turned, fidgeting, until a blackbird began to sing boisterously

in the tree next to her window.

Bulma's eyes jerked open, she moaned inwardly and rolled over to the

other side of the bed.

The light stung her eyes and made her squint up at the window, it was a

clear blue day and only a few solitary and dejected looking clouds where

floating around unwanted and lamentable now that the storm was over.

Bulma yawned, and was too tired to bother covering her mouth like she'd

always been taught, she clambered drowsily out of bed and made her way

lethargically towards the window.

She fumbled with the latch and threw the pane open, the cold morning air

rushed in with an early morning breeze, giving her a refreshing wake up

call.

~ It's so pretty. ~ she thought, looking around at the glittering grounds, her

eyes fell on the gravity machine, memories of the other night came bubbling

up into her mind.

She groaned and rested her head on the windowsill, strands of hair

escaped from her ponytail , and trailed into her eyes.

~ What am I going to do? ~ she thought miserably, closing her eyes, ~ I

won't let him see what he's doing to me, I won't ! ~

She rubbed her eyes with her fists and wondered why her stomach was

rumbling so much, then she remembered she hadn't eaten for the last 24

hours.

Darn him ! she cursed loudly, making the blackbird in the tree next to her,

take flight in panic, with a loud, SCREECH ! .

Jumping at the surprising disturbance, Bulma turned towards her bedroom

cabinet, 9:15' the digital clock read.

Oh, darn him again ! Bulma yelled up at the ceiling, glaring angrily at the

cracks in the ceiling as if they where some how to blame for this series of

unfortunate events. ( Have u rd those? their really gd ! )

I've only got 45 minutes before I have to go into town with Chi-Chi !

Grabbing some clothes from her wardrobe, she reached for the door, but it

wouldn't open, she jiggled the handle irritably, then she recalled locking the

previous night, opening it, she then recollected why.

Glancing nervously up and down the corridor to check Vegeta was

nowhere to be seen, light streaked in through the window on either side of

the hallway, illuminating the deep blue carpet and light blue walls.

~ Honestly, ~ Bulma thought to herself in amusement, ~ I could be a

chameleon with all these blues. ~

She giggled to herself, and seeing that he wasn't anywhere in the

passageway she strode quickly towards the bathroom, she passed the stairs

and anxiously glanced down them in case the was standing at the bottom

waiting for her.

~ Stop it, ~ she told herself, ~ don't be so paranoid ! ~

She opened the bathroom door, it was a faded lilac with shells and starfish

stencilled around the walls, it was a spacious , with all the latest

equipment, a large bath-tub stood in the corner, it was a gleaming white and

had several taps along the side with labels such as, MEDIUM HOT WATER,

and,ORANGE AND ROSE-HIP ESSENTIAL OIL BATH FOAM, and, even a

tab label ICE CUBES for some absurd reason.

Bulma smiled, she liked her bathrooms up to date, and clean, very clean,

always clean.

She switched the shower on and watched as the steam rise into the air and

mist up the glass around it.

She jumped in flinching as the hot water stung her skin, she raised her head

up and let the water run through her hair, she lent against the glass and

sighed, allowing the soothing water to cleanse all of her worries away.

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Bulma ran down the stairs three at a time, she'd spent far too long in the

bathroom, she now had 10 minutes to bolt down her food and then leave

for a day on the town.

Bulma, honey ! her mother called from the kitchen, I've made you some

breakfast ! .

Bulma crossed the living room and walked into the kitchen, she looked

down at the food that had been prepared for her, scrambled eggs and

bacon.

Her stomach squirmed, the eggs where pus yellow, and the bacon was

dripping with grease.

Bulma felt her stomach twist into various shapes inside of her, Erm, no

thank you Mummy, she said gingerly, I'm still feeling a bit poorly, so I'll just

have some toast.

She grabbed the fresh bread on the kitchen side board and hurriedly

shoved it into the toaster, now that she was in the kitchen, more memories

from last night came flooding back to her, but it just made her even more

anxious to get out of the house and into town.

She kept glancing nervously out of the window, to check that Vegeta wasn't

making his way towards the back door and into the kitchen.

He wasn't though, the gravity machine was emitting a low humming sound

again, that sent small tremors down Bulma's spine, her father must of noticed

her unusual behaviour because he asked her suspiciously, Bulma, darling,

are you feeling all right? Is there something you feel like telling us?

Bulma opened her mouth, but no words came out, she blinked bewildered.

She had half a mind to tell her parents about what was making her so jumpy,

but the other half felt like telling him to mind his own business.

She was fortunately spared from answering as the toaster beeped merrily,

spouting toast in all directions, and the kitchen was filled with the choking

aroma of burnt bread.


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As Bulma left through the back door, her mother yelled after her Have a

nice day dear !

Followed by a sudden splutter, and cough from her father as he raced to the

back door to yell after his daughter, Bulma, could you drop by and see

Vegeta before you go?

Bulma turned round, astonished, W-why ? she said, hoping against hope

that her voice sounded more confident than she felt.

Something about the battle droids, Mr Briefs spoke offhandedly,

Apparently their not up to his highness's standard. He smiled apologetically

at his child, He wanted to, erm, talk to you about it.

Bulma paused calculating her choices, if she refused then it would look like

she was to afraid to talk to him, on the other hand she didn't quiet feel like

trotting over to the gravity machine which was a good 200 meters away from

the house, and her parents.

All right. she said eventually, I'll talk to his highness.

And without another word, fists clenched and her mouth in a thin straight line

she walked steadily towards the gravity machine, staring fixedly on the

Capsule Corp logo on the side.

For some odd reason the black and white symbol gave her some comfort.

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She hesitated in front of the door, unsure of whether to knock or just walk

right in, she decided to knock, if the gravity enhancers were on then there

was a good chance that she'd be unable to move from all the excess force.

She rapped smartly on the wet door, the metal clanged noisily into the quiet

morning atmosphere, somewhere on the grounds Bulma could hear a Lark

singing, there was about a 30 second pause.

Vegeta ? Bulma asked uncertainly, ~ Oh no! ~ she thought, ~ Has

something gone wrong ? ~

No answer, Helloooo ? she said again, Vege-.. she began and then

stopped, as the door was swung open with such force and so suddenly that

she took a few steps backwards in surprise, her heart beating fast.

His hair was messy, and he had bruises and scratches all over his face, his

left hand was bandaged scruffily around his left wrist.


What ? ! he snarled angrily at her, his ebony eyes glinting malevolently in

the morning sunshine, the Lark had stopped singing.

Don't you, What ! me ! Bulma retorted angrily back at him surprising

herself,

I came out here because you wanted to talk to me, although I don't see

why you couldn't have come to me. Its cold out here.

His eyes narrowed nastily, his spoke in a low and dangerous tone now,

You locked your bedroom door. he said simply, his mouth drawn up in a

dangerous smirk.

However much this remark horrified Bulma she didn't let her emotion show

on her face, she acted as though she had never heard his remark, What's

this about the battle droids ? clenching her fists so that he couldn't see them

tremble, his face changed as quickly as the weather, it became almost

expressionless devoid of all emotion, the only thing that stayed was the

nasty curl of his lip.

I did expect something more, um how can I say this nicely ? he pretended

to think for a moment, Oh yes, a lot less inept. he spoke with a nasty

smirk.

He stepped back and out of Bulma's view so she could see the damage he

had caused to her machine, the floor was cracked and broken. The walls

where bent and straining under the stress from his efforts'. Bits of glass and

metal lay strewn across the floor in various places, and small machines the

size of a large cat lay mangled and mutilated in various corners of the room.

Bulma bit back her tongue that was threatening to spew some nasty swear

words out of her mouth. The room was a complete and utter pig-sty.

She whistled, God, what a mess, what where you doing in here ?

She turned round to face Vegeta who was staring at her in an odd way, he

had a expression on his face that she had never seen before, it seemed to

be a mixture of contempt and satisfaction.

She didn't like it, he hadn't answered her, he was beginning to intimidate her

again, Vegeta ? she said quietly, he didn't move but his eyes flickered up,

locking into hers in that way that seemed so familiar and yet so distant.

~ Like the sky before a storm. ~ she contemplated, ~ It's like he's brooding

on something. ~

She was determined to stare him out, but the longer she stood there the

more she began to take in his appearance, his short stature, the way he had

his arms crossed as though he was unsure of what to do with them, the way

he was leaning against the wall as though he could be bothered to support

himself.

~ Every thing about him suggests he's stubborn. ~ she thought, almost

admiringly, ~ From his feet to his spiky hair and to those moody and yet

emotionless eyes. ~

A distant noise brought her back with a start, he was still glaring at her she

realised with a jolt.

I'll get my Dad to fix the room and the gravity machine, but I'll have to fix the

droids later today.

She tried to move past her, but he blocked her way, No. he said in that soft

and dangerous voice he had used on her last night.

You'll fix it now. ,he said the last part in a quietly repressed way that made

Bulma feel again, as though he was bellowing at her.

I can't . she said stubbornly, I have things to do and people to see, I'll do

it later.

She pushed past him, as she did so he grabbed her wrist tightly and pulled

her back towards him, No you won't. he whispered in her ear, Because I

say you won't.

Bulma tried to wrench herself free but the more she struggled the tighter his

grip became.

T-that's not a good excuse. she tried to say in a care free manner but her

voice was shaking too much.

L-let me go ! , her heart suddenly jumped into her mouth and she could

feel hot prickles of sweat forming on her forehead, she looked towards the

window, the grounds looked as empty and desolate as ever. No one was

going to come to her rescue.

Please.... she murmured, but he only laughed in her ear, it was cold and

mirthless, its tones were icy and it sent pulses through Bulma's entire body.


Her whole hand was numb now, and Bulma could swear that he was cutting

off her blood supply.

Getting desperate Bulma turned her head towards his, she could now see

directly into those frigid, adamant eyes.

Fear coursed through her again, she took a deep breath and hollered,

LET ME GO ! ! ! in his ear.

He let go of her promptly and put a hand over his right ear, wincing , she'd

forgotten how sensitive a Sayin's hearing was.

They-they'll be done tonight, she stammered massaging her wrist, her

heart pounding in her ears, Or-or not at-t all.

She walked quickly and proudly out of the gravity machine, her head held

high, she strode out of the door without closing it. She didn't look back as

she marched across the grounds and then into the house, she emerged a

few seconds later with what appeared to be a bandage around her wrist

and then jumped into a car the had just driven up to the house.


He watched her leave in a roar of the engine as the woman with black hair

next to her revved up the engine, funny thoughts flickered through his head,

She's strange. he muttered quietly to himself, turning and closing the door

behind him, She's beautiful too, but she's also a fool, she doesn't have a

clue what she's dealing with.

He narrowed his eyes nastily, and smirked a smile that had no warmth in it,

an with out another word her continued to train.

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This ones kinda boring, but I hope u enjoy it, I'd email u guy's about it but my email's kinda frelled, um oh, last few episodes of Farscape are on tonight !
(Sob) C ya later.
Oh and one more thing, R/R if u liked it! (or not, then I can see how I can improve my style).