Separate Beds
By FireDragon
Disclaimer :……( 0...0)
Yeah I'm back, I've finished Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix, I'm still rather shaken and can't face up to the fact that ______ is dead.
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It took me AGES AND AGES AND AGES to work this chapter out, I'm gonna be really cross in no body likes it!
Well TTFN, I'll update soon I promise!
(Or will she? Mwhaaaaaaaaaaa!)
Bulma sank to the floor, she felt as though her soul had been sucked out through her mouth,
stealing her essence and will to live.
What had he done?
Was he trying to kill himself?
Lying in a pool of blood Vegeta lay unearthly still; face down, pale and ethereal.
Bulma felt as though she was drowning in a whirl of emotion that she was unable to control,
the room span as she staggered sideways and slumped against the wall.
Everything slid in and out of focus as her mind tried to grapple with the concept.
~DO SOMETHING! ~ It shrieked in her ear, she began to panic.
Slowly and clumsily she moved forwards on her knees, she reached for his hand searching
frantically for a pulse.
His skin was unpleasantly cold against her own warmth; she breathed a small sigh of relief as
she found a pulse.
Sayains were stronger than they looked.
Bulma moved to push him over; one side of his face was covered in blood while the other was
deathly pale.
"Come on Vegeta." She murmured under her breath, "Wake up Sayain."
Nothing, his face remained expressionless, for some reason this made Bulma more anxious
than ever before. She could feel the cold sensation of panic dance up and down her spine; he
couldn't be dead, could he?
It would make her life so much easier if he was, but make her life so much harder to face
without him, without really knowing why.
"Geta," she whispered softly, her throat unpleasantly raw and burning. The prickling
sensation of tears began to sneak into her eyes, he couldn't do this to her the arrogant pig not
with so many questions that still had to be answered.
"Don't die on me you egotistic jerk! Open your eyes this second!"
No reaction, Bulma was beginning to feel sick with anxiety now; she could feel the bile rising
into her mouth.
There was no one to help her; she felt so alone that isolated feeling she had felt all of her life
felt magnified some how; she had never felt so alone before.
Perhaps in had been her fault for never allowing anyone to be truly close to her, she had
always been different from the others……..
She turned her face towards the ceiling of the fractured chamber and closed her eyes to
prevent the tears from spilling down her face, no such luck, she felt so weak.
"Please…… "
She felt as though her mind was slowly going numb, she was being dragged down some
where was no one could follow her, falling forever into a chasm of darkness that was slowly
consuming her entirely.
She'd lost all the will to fight it.
"Wh-what did you call me woman?"
Bulma gasped, she stared incredulously down at him, he glared frigidly back up at her, the
angry glint in his eyes magnified by his bloody appearance.
"I-I thought you were……." Her voice trailed away unable to finish the sentence, the falling
sensation had disappeared.
He smirked sarcastically up at her, "Tales of my demise have been greatly exaggerated;
woman."
She was so pleased to see him breathing that she forgot to be angry.
"You jerk." She said quietly, it almost felt like a term of affection; almost.
Vegeta frowned and moved to sit up; he opened his mouth to speak, "Wha-.."
But began to cough up blood instead, Bulma moved to help him but he angrily threw her off.
"I don't need your help woman."
Bulma couldn't believe her ears, like Hell he didn't!
"What in Yots name are you talking about? You could have died!"
"Could have!" he snapped back at her, "Could, but didn't, you underestimate the power of the
true Sayain!"
He stared at her so forcefully that could have burned a hole in a titanium wall.
"And you!" she yelled back at him her cheeks flushing pink, "Over estimate the powers of an
insignificant humanoid species that is in NO way immortal!"
He pushed away from her, his hand reached up to finger the blood dripping down his neck she
heard him swear softly in another language.
"You've done your job," he snapped aggressively at her, "Now leave me alone!"
"Don't tempt me!" she hissed venomously back at him.
She stood up; brushing the dirt of her knees she frowned slightly and pushed the hair out of
her eyes.
Azure eyes locked into ebony and he knew the question before she asked it, as though she had
whispered it in his ear.
"What were you trying to do?"
He glanced away from her, ashamed by the weight of his own feelings, the feeling that he had
tried to protect himself from for so many years.
~I won't be weak, I won't! ~ His mind yelled at him, ~stand up, show her who you really are!
Does the Prince of all Sayains kneel before a woman of impure blood?
No! GET UP! ~
His head was spinning, he was having trouble focusing on anything, and there was an
irritating buzzing sound in one ear.
Vegeta tried to stand up but the simple action only made matters worse, the room began to
darken.
The shadows were beginning to catch up with him and he couldn't escape it, escape himself.
His knees collapsed underneath him, every cell in his body was screaming with pain but he
couldn't give in now.
He felt her arms around him, trying to keep him upright, why was she making this so
difficult?
He could hear her trying to console him, didn't she realise it was already too late?
She was just making things harder than they needed to be. He didn't need this aggravation;
she didn't seem to understand anything.
"Leave me alone…" he began to say but his mind slipped beyond his control, into the
bottomless blackness that was his soul, it was too late to be rescued, to late to be saved.
And too late; to escape from her.
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Bulma pressed the cup to her mouth, the cold liquid slid soothingly down her throat calming
her and clearing her mind.
Putting the glass down she moved to rub her eyes, she hadn't slept properly for 4 days ever
since the 'accident'.
Fatigue lay on her weary shoulder and stress danced above her brow; it was alright for some
she supposed, glancing agitatedly at the bed he had slept straight for 4 whole days.
Her mind kept wondering back to the same point over and over again, what had he been doing
in the Gravity Chamber?
When she had gone down to fix the machine she had thought she would have found the main
computer fried and the power relays to have all blown out, but on closer inspection she had
discovered that the Gravity Enhancers had been fried.
Bulma shuddered to think what had happened to the mangled pieces of metal, what had
Vegeta subjected them too?
She absently fingered the mark on her wrist asking the same questions over and over again
in her mind.
Her brain had never failed to give her the answer before why should this time be any
different.
Yamcha was so easy to predict, but Vegeta……
She never knew what he was thinking of, or feeling for that matter.
If he ever felt anything that was.
Bulma glanced lazily out of the window, it was a crisp October afternoon, and the sun was
shinning watery rays across the grounds and sending light shafts streaming into the room.
But despite the sunshine the room felt cold and clammy, Bulma shuddered and stood up to
close the window.
She moved quietly across the room and past the bed, the oxygen mask lay on the bedside
table and the beds occupant was breathing softly.
Bulma leaned over the bed, her blue hair trailing across her face and onto his skin, she smiled,
She wondered what it was about his expression that made him look so hostile.
He didn't seem like that now, he just looked…. Peaceful?
~ Too strong, ~ Bulma thought smiling again, ~ content perhaps, care free. He usually acts as
though he has the weight of the world balance on each shoulder. ~
Her hand moved across his chest to his right wrist, to where his mark lay imprinted in his
skin.
She traced it softly with her fore finger, exactly the same symbol, identical in every
way,
and pleasantly warm.
She frowned, what did it mean then?
Bulma shuddered as a black-bird began to sing in the grounds, looking up Bulma could see
the beginnings of a sunset, and she hastened to close the window.
The hairs on the nape of her neck began to prickle as she forced the window to close with a
snap, tingles of electricity began to shoot up and down her spine and goose bumps erupted
over her skin for no apparent reason.
Like that time she was being……. Watched.
Bulma tried to suppress a gasp but no such luck, those black holes burned into a turquoise
aurora with an increased heat of emotion.
Vegeta moved off the bed and walked slowly and menacingly towards Bulma, her breath
caught in her throat as he stopped only a few centimetres in front of her.
"Get out." he spoke in barely more than a whisper but Bulma heard it clearly; every syllable
of it burned through her head.
Blood pumping in her ears and her heart in her mouth, "Not until you tell me why you are
doing this."
She could hardly hear herself.
His face remained hard and bitter, Bulma felt as though the iciness of the room and
atmosphere was coiling around her soul.
He laughed coldly at her, "You wouldn't understand woman, you never do."
His voice was ladened with venom, spite and malice curled across the words.
"Try me." Bulma snapped back coolly, "I'm as smart as I am beautiful."
He raised an eyebrow and snarled sardonically at her, "That's a matter of opinion."
Bulma felt her cheeks flush scarlet at this comment; she could feel her anger boiling up inside
of her. How dare he?
How dare he!
"WHY?" she suddenly screamed at him, "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?"
Vegeta narrowed his eyes at her but said nothing, "You don't treat anyone else like this so what makes me so different? Why can't you leave me alone?"
She could see the anger growing on his face as the frustration intensified in her eyes.
"What is this?" she yelled at him, thrusting her wrist in his features pulling his mark towards hers. She winced as a burning sensation shot through her body.
She paused to catch her breath.
His hands groped hard at her shoulders, "Why," he repeated softly in her ear, the hairs on the nape of her neck stood erect, her whole body felt negatively charged, anything could happen next.
"I could ask you the same question." He spoke into her ear, she felt one of his hands play with her hair, twisting it around his fingers and letting it fall slowly back down.
He moved back to stare into her eyes, a mixture between anger and contempt.
"Why do you think?"
Bulma felt the chill of the room intensify, she opened her mouth sluggishly, "Why…….."
But she never finished her sentence.
One cold finger rested on her lip, he moved it slowly across the surface, never taking his eyes away from hers he pushed her assertively against the wall.
Both of his arms either side of her head, Bulma was unable to move or struggle, she couldn't escape his gaze.
He hesitated for a moment, lips barely touching, her mind had gone numb, she couldn't think straight, the blood was pumping in her ears blocking out all rational thought.
'Why are you……' she began but was unable to finish as his mouth moved over hers, stopping her thoughts and stemming her objections.
His hands moved round her waist pulling her closer to himself, she moved to push him away from herself but relented being unable to break the embrace.
Her skin erupted into goose bumps sending volts of electricity through her, could he feel them too?
But her mind was still reeling she couldn't allow this to happen, she had to stop it.
She shook her head moving away from him, she couldn't understand why she felt as though he had pierced her heart and mind with one simple kiss.
He stared at her with surprise imprinted over his perfect features; they were silent for a while both could hear each other laboured breathing, Bulma felt a strange sensation flowing from her wrist, spreading slowly through her entire body.
She turned her face to stare at him constantly aware of what they had just done and the fact that he was oddly quiet.
Silence again, thicker than before, she felt as if she might explode. It was like being 20 feet underwater and out of air-fright and pressure and her heart banging hard enough to burst her eardrums.
'This is stupid.' Her voice sounded shallow and hoarse, so unlike her own, he didn't answer he was still staring at her, his gaze was unpleasantly intimate as though he was reading her mind.
Anger sluiced through her, rich and revitalizing, replacing some of her fear. Until he eventually muttered, 'Yes, I suppose it is.'
Her eyes narrowed and she felt her cheeks flush with anger, 'Vegeta I warn you, how dare you play with me like this…….'
She moved away turning her head away from him so he couldn't see her tears.
'Come here, woman.'
'No!' Bulma shrieked; a mental image of Yamcha flew through her mind, what would he say if he found out?
What had she done?
What had they done?
His hand closed over her naked arm, his warms fingers burned unpleasantly over her cold skin.
She recoiled and cracked her skull against the wall.
'No!' she shouted loudly, with more determination in her voice than before, she jerked her arm back in a futile attempt to break loose.
'Why not?' he spoke calmly but Bulma could tell he was having difficulty in restraining from shouting at her.
'Let go!' cobalt fused into ebony, his eyes seemed to be struggling with thousands of words, thousands of questions, thousands of feelings.
~He's just as lost as I am. ~
'We've both been wondering. It might be our only chance to find out.'
The anger left her voice and soul, replaced by panic and pleading.
'Vegeta, don't! Oh God, please don't.' Frantically, she tried to pry his hand off her arm, but he pulled relentlessly until she was slammed against his chest.
She stopped struggling……with everything except breath. It fought its way up her throat and caught on the lump of foreboding that had risen from her chest.
Vegeta remained unyielding; his hand slid up her back and came to rest behind her neck.
She closed her eyes half in pleasure, half in shame; Bulma felt her cheeks flush a deeper shade of crimson.
His other hand found her cheek, and then slipped around her nape, pulling, pulling, while she stiffened against it.
'Now come here.' It wasn't a request, it was an order, and she stared into those obsidian orbs and was lost to herself.
Holding her breath and keeping her lips stiff as frozen persimmons. His first kiss was cautious, a mere resting of his lips on hers. When she remained ridged he backed up-by the feel of his hot breath she knew he was still dangerously close-then went at it again, scarcely separating his lips to impart a hint of dampness.
'Don't,' she pleaded softly, plaintively.
But he went on as though she hadn't spoken, kissing her compelling, angling his head, lightly swashing her lips with his tongue, thawing them.
'Come on, woman, take a stab at it,' he whispered menacingly in her ear, and took her head in both hands, resting his thumbs beside her unwilling mouth and drawing circles as if to reshape it, rubbing his tongue across her lips persuasively.
She swallowed once, with her lips still closed, her heart thundering with an avalanche of forbidden feelings.
He was very persistent, very poised, drawing wet figures of eight upon her mouth-lightly,-lightly his breath warming her cheek until she could no longer control herself.
It came in out in a rush, accompanied by a shudder, and her will power disappeared like frost on a sun-kissed window pane.
Wilting against him, she lifted her arms and returned his embrace. When she opened her lips his tongue swept inside them at once, hot and inquisitive, inciting hers to do the same.
It grew too intense, too fast.
They broke apart, hearts hammering and breaths pelting while he rested his lips against the bridge of her nose.
Blood pumping in her ears she pushed him away, shaking her head groggily, 'No,' she muttered quietly, 'no.'
He looked at her confused, angry, lost.
She stared back at him, angry with herself, livid at him, fuming with the world and everything in it.
'I won't be subject to your hormones!'
He didn't move he didn't say anything, he just looked at her coldly, full of suppressed emotions.
For some reason this reaction just fuelled her anger.
~DO SOMETHING! ~ Her mind screamed, ~DON'T JUST STAND THERE! ~
'Get out!' she yelled at him furiously, 'OUT!'
He didn't move for what seemed an age, he just stood, staring at her frigidly.
He moved towards the door, and threw it open with a bang; the impact threw tremors across the room and sent prickles of fear dancing down her spine.
'Where are you going?' she shrieked at him, fire dancing in her turquoise eyes.
Vegeta turned quickly round and glared at her, the anger trapped in his eyes caught Bulma's breath in her throat.
'OUT!'
He yelled back at her.
And slammed the door shut.
Bulma sank to the floor trying to contain her tears; she leant against the wall listening to the sounds of him thundering down the stairs,
~ What have we done? ~
She though miserably as she heard his open the back door unceremoniously.
~ What have I done? ~
She thought as she heard the back door slam and the sound of Vegeta's footsteps vanished into the night.
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Well? What do you think?
I think it's evil and cute?
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(I think it's silly!)
NOBODY ASKED YOU!
What will happen next I wonder…………
Well if I get enough reviews I'll update it!