Separate Beds

By FireDragon

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Ta everyone who reviewed this fic, its nice to know you liked it!
I got a bit stuck on this chapter, I didn't quite know how to phrase it.
(Sighs) oh well, I gave it my best shot so you better LIKE IT!
(giggles insanely, ppl begin to stare, ) Okay here goes!

Jenny27 you are in big trouble, best I've seen yet and singing off key ? ! ?'
I NEVER EVER EVER TIMES 100,000,000,000,01 SING OFF KEY !
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
CHO CHANG ANNOYS ME INTENSELY OKAY ! ? deal with it I have.
(badly)
Stop it !
Anywazzzzzzz, oh yeah, Celia your a frelling space trelk.
Okay enough said, rd and enjoy !
Bedlam



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Bulma's brain felt numb, things began to spin out of focus, she became

constantly aware of how the wind pushed against the windows as though

trying to break them.

The longer she stared at it the louder the scream inside of her became, louder

and louder, until the full magnitude of it threatened to break her into a million

pieces.

She could hear her own heart pounding in her ears, the room was deadly

quiet, the only sounds came from the wind against the windows and the quiet

breathing of herself , and him.

She tore her eyes away from the thing on her arm and stared at Vegeta with

uncontrolled alarm and anger filling every pore on her body, her wrists were

shaking with emotion, she couldn't think straight, panic began to over whelm

her.

His face was expressionless, the mask that he had created for himself

covered his emotions perfectly. The only thing that hinted at what he was

feeling were his eyes, a feeling was trying to surface there, struggling to

make itself heard.

His eyes flickered across her arm to her face, he stared at her with an

intensity that made her skin crawl, those coal black eyes never moved from

azure blue ones.

Bulma felt as though every sane thought in her head was being sucked into

them ,leaving her naked before his gaze, as though all her defences towards

him were beginning to collapse.

The wind whistled down the chimney, dislodging pieces of coal and dust, as

they fell with a small clatter onto the fireplace, a insignificant draft filled the

room, making her bare skin erupt into goose bumps under his touch.

Her eyes drifted with silent horror back to her wrist, the bandage lay with

untidy and forgotten disregard on her lap, her palm was her normal pale

complexion, but at the base of her hand a searing red mark had surfaced,

reaching for about 3-4 good inches down her arm.

At first glance it looked like rash, a red rash, a very red rash, but rashes didn't

have fronds of white running through it like the veins on the back of a leaf,

rashes didn't burn like that under a persons touch, rashes didn't horrify

herself almost mindless.

And rashes certainly didn't appear after one had been bruised, Bulma closed

her eyes and tried to gather all rational thought to herself again, the scream

felt as though it was about to break her in two.

~ What the hell ? ~ her mind shrieked at her, ~ What the hell ! ~ she thought

over and over again, ~ What the Frelling hell ! ? ~. (Farscape rules ! )

Vegeta still held her wrist, with that same firmness, that same inescapable

gaze, she could feel it, as though he could read her very thoughts.

The bubble of emotion began to surface, although Bulma battled it with

everything she had, in her weakened state she began to fail, it broke the

surface with an almighty wrench, the scream that she had fought so long

against, ever since he had first come to her home, her planet, her life, finally

hit the surface.


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WHAT THE HELL IS THAT ! ? Bulma bellowed, her throat was already sore,

her voice came out in a hoarse rant that sounded more like a door creaking

open than anything else.

The wind blew viciously against the pane, the tree outside bent under the

force, it's leaves blowing out behind it like wavy green hair.

She wrenched her hand out of his grasp, and shoved in front of his eyes,

Answer me damn it ! I know you heard me !.

He didn't answer her, he just maintained eye contact, all emotion from his

eyes had been replaced by a hollow dead look, in unnerved her, and he knew

it. He knew it!

Stop it, Stop it ! Bulma roared, Tell me ! What the Hell is it !

The rash began to sear with a sizzling hot pain, it felt like her whole arm was

on fire, she screamed and gripped the base of her arm in an effort to try to

alleviate the pain.

He didn't answer her, he looked finally away from her eyes and back to her

scalding imprint.

His gaze was filled with contempt, hatred and confusion, he didn't understand

what was happening, he didn't want to understand either, but he recognised

what it was.

Everything about the mark was familiar, from the way that it seemed to

burning into her skin, from the fact that an identical one seemed to be

tattooed into his own arm in the exact same place.

He wanted all the discord to end, for the woman to stop screaming, to be left

alone, but to be wanted at the same time.

Her shrieks were beginning to make his ears ring, drilling straight into his

skull, and damaging the barrier he had so painstakingly set up around

inappropriate emotions.

Disturbing memories bubbled up to the surface of his conscious,

a woman screaming,

cruel malicious laughter,

a child's voice pleading ,

more screams of pain.

NO ! he yelled suddenly, his eyes locking aggressively with Bulma's

Back off Woman, don't touch me !

His sudden aggression startled Bulma, the pain in her wrist subsided

simultaneously, panting she looked with alarm up into those voids of

darkness.

It's mask had cracked, just leaving anger, pure livid rage, his eyes flared

smouldering into hers, his hands were clenched into small balls, his knuckles

were white from the strain, all of his muscles had suddenly clenched into a

rigid lock.

Ignoring all of the warning signs Bulma yelled back at him, all self restraint lost

in a whirl of emotion, NOT UNTIL YOU TELL ME WHAT THE HELL THIS IS!

He didn't say anything for a moment, the silence pirouetted horribly for a few

seconds, then he leaned closer, so all she could where those black holes,

threatening, standing over her with that sudden belligerence and chaos.

I will not, he said quietly in her ear, be spoken to, in that manner.

It would have been better if he had shouted at her, Bulma's stomach had

temporally disappeared, every syllable of that sentence had been laced with

venom, hostility had oozed from each word and she could almost feel the

cold fingers of fear grope at her throat.

Without another word he swept wordlessly from the room, leaving Bulma

alone, isolated from everything she had striven to maintain throughout her

life.


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Bulma felt beaten, physical and mentally defeated, in addition to feeling weak

she now had more questions than answers, her head was swimming with

everything that had just happened.

She pulled her knees up into her chest, fingering with morbid fascination at

the mark on her arm, she closed her eyes she was tired, so exhausted of

everything, weary of life, sick of her relationships, jaded with Vegeta and the

fact that he created more questions that went answerless than actual

answers, and now, now, she had some sort of thing on her arm.


Bulma fought the tears that were creeping sneakily into her throat, she was

not going to allow him to win, she'd fight him with everything she had, even if it

meant killing herself in the process.

I won't let him win. she murmured to herself, blinking back tears, I won't let

him win. she said again, this time louder.

She threw back her head and scowled at the ceiling with an outwards ferocity

that normally didn't reside in her, DO YOU HEAR ME VEGETA ! ? she

screamed at the ceiling, not caring that she seemed to be talking to herself

like a mad woman, I'LL FIGHT YOU WITH EVERYTHING I'VE GOT, EVEN

IF IT KILLS ME ! .

Whether or not she wanted him to hear was a mystery, even Bulma was

unsure of what she was doing, but he heard, and every syllable rang through

his head, and even though the had striven through his whole life to suppress

unwanted emotions, something inside of him stung, he ignored the chilling

wind as he strode across the grounds, it felt as though more than just his body

was cold. He felt frozen, even though he ignored it and continued to train, it

hurt him throughout the day , and well into the night.


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Okay don't quite know what to make of this chapter, so you better review it

and tell me !

C ya!

P.S PJP that brat on you know what is so trying flirt with you know who, I mean

she is just far to young and far, far too annoying.

Remember , I'm to good looking for this ?'

( Rolls on the floor with laughter) .

All hail the magnificent Murray!

Mwhhaaaaaaaa!

(^_^)