Separate Beds


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[Dances around in a circle], Hello to everybody who reviewed this fic with something nice.
You're luck I decided to update this fic this week , I was bored, and dare we say it?
(ill? Cough, cough, cough)
Thank you Murray, it's always appreciated, (not, cough, cough).
I had an inward battle with myself on how to write this chappie, with some help from Becci , Miramog [sighs, cheese???] even a bit from Ditto (God that's a weird name)
HEY!
(I mean Ditto not yours)
Oh good, but FireDragon is a bit boring? Maybe I should change it, what do you think.
(I like it.)
Well, that's nice to know.
Now on with the story !
(Finally !)
PARDON ME ? !
( erm, I didn't hear anything do you? )

Anyway, Becci what wos your uncles office like?
Illusions never change into
something real

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Bulma pushed her hand against her mouth with an inward horror, ~ Help !~

She looked frantically around the room, the only place that looked remotely

hopeful was the wardrobe.

Stepping carefully across the room, Bulma flung it open and clambered inside

as quickly and as quietly as it was possible.

She lay back, against the hard wooden panelling, her stomach twisting and

tumbling inside of her.

She hoped she wouldn't be sick.


The door was swung, suddenly, open and a chill draft filled the room.

Bulma closed her eyes unable to keep them open without the fear of passing

out, several seconds later she dared to unclose them.


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Vegeta opened the room cautiously, had he just heard movements inside?

Was that footsteps, or was it just his imagination playing tricks on him at 2 in

the morning?

Nothing, it must have been his imagination fooling with his eyes, Vegeta

shuddered, it was cold, and he was exhausted.

He moved slowly and warily into the room, a feeling of being watched pressed

heavily down on his shoulders, but it quickly subsided.

He thought no more of it, yawning he walked lethargically over to the window

and flung it open.

The cool refreshing night air filled the room, quite sure now that he was alone

he ventured to close the door, glancing down the gloomy hallway, his eyes

travelled to the door at the end of the hall.

Her door. . . . . .

He shut it quickly, blocking out any unwanted emotions or feelings, but the

thought played in his mind over and over again, disturbing long suppressed

memories that he didn't particularly want replaying in his minds eye.

He walked over to the window again, the cold air was streaming in through the

opening, the entire atmosphere seemed to be charged with an electrical
mentality for no apparent reason.

He reached to pull his shirt up and over his head, the chilly air stung his hot

olive tinted skin.

He chucked the used t-shirt onto the table dresser, enjoying the cooling

sensation dancing across his toned stomach.

He bent to pull off his trousers, then stopped, his wrist exploded into a burning

sensation.

His eyes travelled with some surprise to the mark on his lower left wrist, the

imprint was flaring red, and was becoming rapidly hotter and hotter.

He frowned confused, he didn't understand any of this, and neither did he

want to.

He collapsed onto the bed, and stared with inward confusion up at the ceiling.

It was smooth and placid in most places, but towards the corners it was

cracked and showed the most signs of age.

Yellowish stains showed through the wall paper, his eyes travelled slowly

down to the opposite wall, his eyes paused, wondering.

~ I wander what she . . ~

He cut himself off abruptly, he wouldn't allow his thoughts to wonder in such a

fashion, it only brought unwanted feelings of hurt, mistrust and pain.

No matter how much he wanted it, he couldn't have it, it was to dangerous,

he'd had enough of that pain already.

Enough for a thousand generations to share between them.

But it was all pushed onto his shoulders to bear, and he didn't need anything

else to be added to the weight.


He closed his eyes he was sleepier than he had expected to be, his wrist still

ached dully but he hardly noticed it, he hoped that he wouldn't dream, but he

knew it was hopeless wishing it, when he would.


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Bulma fell back against the soft fabrics and woody smells, he seemed to be

going to asleep, she would have to wait until he was fully dormant before she

tried anything.

She closed her eyes slowly, her nerves were red raw and her head was light

and dizzy.

~God ! ~ she thought she would faint when he reached down to pull off his

trousers.

Bulma felt the colour rising to her cheeks again, she shivered the whole room

was filled with an icy draft.

Her skin was covered with goose bumps, she didn't understand why he had to

have the window open, it was freezing!

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Bulma jerked her eyes open with surprise, she didn't know what had disturbed

her but she realised that she must have fallen asleep at some point.

She peered out of the closet crack, nothing, the room was deadly still and

unearthly silent.

He was asleep.

Noiselessly,she gently pushed the door open, the carpet was crisp and firm

under her feet, muffling her footsteps.

Breathlessly she crept across the room to the door, she hardly dared to

breath she was sure that her heart was creating enough noise in her ears to

wake a whole herd of elephants .

As she reached for the door handle, curiosity with its long and many fingered

hand groped at her mind .

She couldn't resist it, she turned her eyes slowly to the opposite side of the

room, to the bed.

The covers were strewn in around his body in a messy heap, and one foot

stuck precariously out from underneath the covers.


Bulma couldn't help smiling, he looked almost, well ,innocent shall we say,

her fingers groped the smooth metal, it was icy cold under her warm touch,

slowly she turned the handle back on itself, wincing at the audible click.

She turned once more back to the bed, he shifted irritably, a small frown

creasing his smooth features, hands clenched suddenly.

The silence echoed eerily around the room as the door swung soundlessly

open, it pressed in on her from all sides, it was quite unnerving.


She stepped forwards, the stillness continued to fill her ears.


Bulma bit her bottom lip as she began to move forwards.

Creak.





Bulma stood stock still, feeling every muscle inside of her body suddenly

tense and cramp into an immobile position.

She thought that she had just jumped out of her skin, her heart pounding in

her ears, she felt the sickening sensation settle back into the base of her

stomach.

Her eye's flickered hesitantly back to the bed.


It wasn't exactly what she had been expecting.


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His entire body was ridged with tension,


What do you think you're doing?.

Bulma felt her insides twist inside of her, for one of the first times in her life she

was genuinely confused.

The scowl on his face intensified, Just what do you think you're doing?.

Bulma couldn't speak, her voice seemed to have temporarily disappeared, for

once in her life she was a loss for words, not that she needed to speak, mind

you.

She stood paralysed to the spot for a few seconds, unsure of what her

reaction should be, whether to just, leave/run for it or to stay and. . . . . . ?

He was caught in the depths of some nightmare, he tossed and turned

irritably as the torment intensified.

To be honest it seemed that he was afraid of it more than anything, she'd

never seen him like this before, so, so, vulnerable.



Whatever she'd been expecting it wasn't that, she'd never really given a

though to his personal life before , she shook her head, she couldn't stay, she

needed to get out before he woke up.


I said I'd do it and I have, leave her alone, please !


~ Who's he talking to ? ~ Bulma wondered, she approached the bed

cautiously, he was thrashing about now like a drowning man, he seemed to

be consumed by the dream .


He was wet with perspiration, his entire body was drenched with it as though

someone had thrown a bucket of water over him, muttering and moaning

indistinguishable words.


She stopped next to the bed, she almost felt sorry for him, he had no one, he

fought that constant battle against everything and everyone and even against

himself.

Bulma felt that pang of pity, ~ He lost everything, and now he's so alone. ~



Slowly she stretched her hand out, hesitating for a second, she had no idea of

how he would react to this, but she didn't want to leave him snared there.

Even if he was a jerk.



She touched his arm, it was hot and firm under her cold caress, she could feel

how his arm was covered in icy sweat, yet some how after all that training his

skin was still smooth.


His eyes jerked open immediately, Bulma cried out in alarm and pain as

Vegeta surged over to pin her beneath his rigidly hard body, his hands circled

her neck like iron chains, she lay stock still beneath him, unable to breath and

mindless with terror.


The rash on her arm, surged with a sudden concealed anger that she'd never

felt before, she moaned in pain, but the words were lost on the way to her

mouth.


Sable eyes made contact with azure ones, Bulma could see his vision focus

as he realised who she was, she could see the emotions that he was

combating to maintain, confusion, anger, and did that look like fear ?

Or was it pain?


Her mind began to spin and her vision blurred, she couldn't breathe.


He rolled suddenly off her and stood up, he took three steps away for her as

though he was suddenly afraid of her.


Bulma gasped for air, her mind whirled back to normal, she glanced back at

Vegeta, he was standing as far away as possible from her, he looked odd,

concerned almost but a contrast between that and wrath.


He opened his mouth, it was several seconds before Bulma heard anything,

Get out. he spoke so harshly that she hardly recognised his voice, Get out

of here !.


She pulled herself up, feeling her heart like a trapped bird fluttering wildly

against her rib cage and in her throat and her ears and her temples.


he yelled again even more harshly if it was possible.


Bulma opened her mouth, she knew what she wanted to do, but she couldn't

curiosity was to strong for her to deal with, You were dreaming, weren't you?

His eyes narrowed, I won't repeat myself again, he snarled at her, I could

have killed you, now get out of my sight woman!

It was tempting, she had to admit, but Bulma had uncovered a nerve and she

wasn't about to leave it there to rot away into the darkness.

What were you dreaming about?



He laughed at her, that toneless laugh that made her skin shiver with

anticipation, Woman I wouldn't waste my time sullying your delicate ears with

even the mildest of my memories. Now get out, or I'll just have to show you

what I can do.

Bulma locked her eye's into his, But there just memories, why would the

Prince of Sayins' be afraid of something that wasn't real?



Now she knew she'd pushed it too far, the rash on her fist flared into a riot of

pain as Vegeta strode across the room to where she was standing.



He stood over her, he suddenly seemed much taller, much more menacing

than she remembered, but she was alone with him, in his room.


Isolated.


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Those dark eyes bored into hers, she recollected that he was a murderer, she

remembered he had killed Yamcha, she had watched him do it, so what was

he going to do to her?

She felt naked before him again, she began to tremble, words tumbled from

her mouth that she didn't understand, as he groped for her wrist.

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She was afraid of him, he could see that. Her blue eyes showed all the signs of

terror, ~ What is she doing in here? Why then, why did she try to touch me? I

could have killed her. ~


Slowly he reached for her arm, bring it up before his and her faces, her eyes

widened with apprehension, disorder began to bubble on the surface of her

lips and words.


He'd never seen her like this before, usually she kept herself calm and

composed, but now she seemed anything but that.


He liked it,

it made him feel as though he was in control, and now he was going

to show her what chaos really felt like.

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Soz ppl but I've spent far to much time writing this, I'll write the next chappie tomorrow I promise, it should be up by Sunday!
I'm sorry but I'm just so busy at the moment!
Lol FireDragon