Separate Beds

By FireDragon

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By the way, there's this fic I really wannna read but can't remember who its by or what its called.
It was a Bulma/Vegeta romance, it was set in high skool, and it was about how they had been together in another life, but Freza had killed Vegeta so Bulma had murdered herself, but swore that they would be back to take revenge of something like that.
She was singing or something and Vegeta saw her and she fainted.
(huh???)
Yeah I know but it was really, good and I want to read it again, but I dunno what it is/was.
Can you?
Tell me pleaze!



Torn


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Dinner was spent with smiles and laughter, something that now felt abnormal

to Bulma, she sat next to Yamcha throughout the entire meal, allowing him to

play footsie with her feet, without feeling anything, letting his warm hands

slide up and down her leg in a fashion that used to please her, but now it

meant nothing.

The conversation flowed easily enough, the food passed down Bulma's

throat with out much flavour to it, it all tasted the same to her.

Her mind kept wandering to her wrist every other moment, the rash felt red

raw and itchy, but you were unable to see the plaster , it was under her

carefully positioned bracelets.

Mmmmm,' Bulma said unconcernedly to Yamcha's question, she pushed the

ice-cream to one side, and dipped her little finger into the chocolate sauce

and placed it delicately into her mouth.

Yamcha watched her disapprovingly, Bulma you really should use your

spoon you know.'

Bulma shrugged, that didn't seem to matter much to her anymore, manners

and etiquette seemed to have been thrown quite literally out of the window

recently.


Yamcha frowned, had this been 3 months ago, Bulma probably would have

yelled at him to mind his own business, but now, well, ~ It's like this is only a

shell of herself,~ he cast a disapproving glance over her left wrist, she was

wearing bracelets, she hated wearing jewellery on her arms, was she trying to

hide something from him ?

He nudged Bulma , What's up huh?' he whispered gently in her ear, You

gonna let me in on your little moody?'.

Bulma glanced nervously into his eye's, ~ So different yet so similar.~ she

thought wonderingly, for no apparent reason.


~ What shall I say ? ~ she knew what she wanted to say but somehow the

words got lost on the way to her mouth and came out as, Nothing really,

you're just over reacting. I haven't slept in a while so . . . .'

She yawned lethargically, Yamcha remained unconvinced, Has it got

anything to do with, you know.'

Bulma raised her eyebrows, she knew what was coming but refused to

succumb to it.

Vegeta?' he said eventually.

She wanted to scream at him, Yes, I can't stand him, he frightens me, I can't

understand him, every time he looks at me it's like he knows exactly what I'm

thinking, it makes my skin crawl and yet at the same time makes feel as

though I've leapt a thousand feet . Why can't he leave me alone, what's he

doing to me?

But instead the words changed on the way to her mouth, they came out as,

Not really, he's just got a foul temper, nothing I can't handle.'

But she became acutely aware of how her mind yelled in her ear, Liar!

Again and again and again.

Yamcha raised his eyebrows but didn't pester anymore about it.

Bulma's eyes travelled to a couple across the room from them, ~ Young,~ she

thought, but she watched them with an odd feeling as they looked at each

other with sparkling eyes, as they were the only things that mattered in

this world.

Her chest felt strangely constricted as she watched them lean over to each

other, small smiles playing on their lips as they kissed, Bulma watched them

play an elusive tongue dance whilst caressing, it was making her feel sick.

She got up and pushed away from the table, Yamcha looked up in surprise,

but Bulma just strode out of the restaurant, without looking back.

The cold night air was chilly, and her breath rose in front of her as steam, the

wind was oddly brisk and unforgiving, the plants and bushes bent under it's

force, looking strangely like old men.

Bulma flicked her hair away from her face, and marched towards the car

park,the skin on the nape of her neck began to prickle and rise, a feeling she

was now getting used to, it was the feeling she got every time Vegeta . . . . .

She shook her head, determined not to think about him, her thoughts drifted

freely back to Yamcha, ~ What have I just done? ~ she thought, beguilingly to

herself, she didn't understand herself much sometimes, but then again no

one else did either.

She reached the place where her car had been and fished in her pocket for

the capsule, the car park was dimly lit and darkness was pressing down on


her vision from all sides and she just wanted to get out, get away from the

people, the fussing, the emotions, that feeling of loneliness was back again.

Bulma spun round, she was sure she had just heard something, but she

couldn't see what, or who it was.


She could feel a pair of eyes watching her, she hurriedly unlocked the car and

reached for the handle as someone placed a hand on her shoulder.

She squealed, and the person clapped a hand to her mouth, she struggled

but a strong pair of hands pinned her arms to her sides, fear began to grip at

her again, and the rash on her arm began to sear with a white hot pain.

Shhhhh,' someone whispered comfortingly in her ear, Bulma recognised the

voice immediately, and that sneaky feeling feeling of despair leapt on her as

she fought to keep back the feeling's she was fighting against.

She struggled against the words that threatened to come pouring out of her

mouth like a black waterfall, as she battled the world with everything, and

everyone in it.


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Bulma closed the curtains in her room, the sky outside was dark, foreboding

and grey , as the sun disappeared behind the clouds and over to the other

side of the world, Bulma couldn't help feeling slightly depressed.

A knock hung on her bedroom door before being pushed open to show her

beaming mother, Night then dear,' she spoke softly but wore a never ending

smile on her face, I just came in to tell you honey, that your father and I are

going on that business trip tomorrow.'

Bulma nodded, she remembered her father discussing it with her, they were

going to promote capsule corp, abroad.

Her idea of course.

Mrs Briefs smiled again, and pointed towards the window with one finely

manicured nail, Strange weather we've been having lately isn't it? I do hope

Vegeta's all right.'

She strolled over to the window and drew the curtains, Oh yes there he is,

bless him he's still training.'

She smiled fondly, Bulma raised her eyebrow, ~ Bless him ? What is she blind

as well as stupid ? ~

He really does try hard you know.' her mother was saying fondly, smiling out

the window, I wonder if he can see me from up here.'

Bulma shuddered, tingles of electricity danced up and down her spine as she

remembered that night.

She reached out and pulled her mother away from the window and pushed

her out the door.

Good night then sweet heart,' she paused and leant over to kiss her only

child, before walking down the dark and empty corridor.


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Bulma tossed and turned that night, she was hot and the wind wasn't helping,


it came whistling down the chimney and filling the room with a cold draft,

dislodging pieces of coal and grit.

She stat up, her blue night dress, clung uncomfortably to her shoulders and

chest, she walked over to the window and opened the curtains slightly, the

gravity machine was still humming indicating that it was still being used.

Bulma frowned, Vegeta had was now training later and later, and spending as

little time as possible out of the house.

Not that she cared, but . . . . . . .

Her throat was sore and she needed a drink.

Grabbing her glass on the bedside cabinet, she opened the bedroom door,

the hallway, as she had expected was deserted and tenebrous, she walked

towards the bathroom, she feet making little noise as they hit the carpeted

floors, silence filled her ears.

She felt her way across the wall towards the bathroom, her hands grazed

over the light switch she didn't want to turn it on, for fear of disturbing the

tranquillity.

Her hands ran across the flat wall for a while, until they reached a bump and

then a ditch, and then crossed a door.

His door.

Bulma stopped, her heart jumped into her mouth, the silence stayed

unbroken except for the thump, thump of her heart in her ear.

~ Leave it, ~ she thought, ~ keep going. ~

But even as she reasoned with herself, she felt her hands feel and grope for

the handle,and then the crisp click and swish, as she swung the handle back

piercing the hush and sensing the door swing smoothly backwards.

There was a pause, she stood on the brink of enemy territory, unsure of

whether or not to go in, she raised her foot hesitantly and stepped forward.

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With a dull thud her foot hit the soft floor, moving forwards she looked around

the gloomy room, it was very tidy, so tidy in fact it hardly looked slept in or lived

in for that matter.

No personal belongings lined the shelves, and no inappropriate clothes hung in

the wardrobe, just training suits, and that pink shirt she had given him.

She smiled, she remembered his face when he'd got it, that was

before. . . . .

She turned her attention towards his chest of draws, pulling them silently

open, the first one just contained clothes, the second had nothing, and the

third held. . . .

A small leather bag was tucked away in the corner, it looked old, and weather

beaten, in fact it was ripped in several places, kneeling down Bulma reached

for it.


BANG!'


The door downstairs flew open, Bulma gasped in surprise and bit her tongue ,

blood flowed into her mouth, it's sharp metallic taste arousing all her senses.

She slammed the draw shut, and leapt over to window, the gravity machine

was off and she couldn't see Vegeta anywhere in the grounds, she spun

round, heading for the door, but the tell tale thud in the hallway told her it was

already too late.

He was walking down the hallway, to his room,



and she was trapped,


inside.



Alone,


with him.


Frell.' Bulma muttered,



what was she going to do ?




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