Separate Beds
By FireDragon
Disclaimer: . . . . . . . . . (..)
Hey, thanks for reading this new chapter, you're a star, do you know that?
(Well of course they are, I mean for putting up with your annoying work!)
[FireDragon glares at Murray]
You aren't a very good muse you know!
[Murray falls off the computer table with surprise]
(I'm, I'm not a good muse?)
No you're not, in fact…
[FireDragon pulls out a muse catalogue]
I've been thinking about ordering one of these.
[Flashes the glossy pictures at the now very worried Murray]
So if you're manners don't pick up . . . . . .
(Oh dear)
Yes 'Oh dear' indeed.
So with out any interruptions let up proceed to the new chapter.
Kiss the Rain
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Bulma sank to her knees her head cradled in her arms; never in her life had she been
more confused, she felt the liquid salt of her tears seep slowly down her face and
falling in large droplets to the floor.
~What have I done? ~
She wondered miserably, she began to trace her mouth with her fore finger, slowly
passing smoothly over the surface of her lips, she could still taste him, and she closed
her eyes remembering the way he had kissed her.
Yamcha had never kissed her like that, it had felt as though he was kissing more than
her mouth, like some how he was caressing her soul, it had felt so different……
She felt goose bumps erupt all over her skin, raising her body hairs covering her arms
and legs surging with some sort of powerful electricity as she thought about it, the
urge was so strong she wanted to find him, to scream at him, to hit him, to hurt him,
to kiss him.
Bulma felt her eyes over flow with tears again, trying to maintain her dignity or
whatever was left of her pride, she stood up, but the room span painfully in front of
her.
Staggering slightly she slumped against the wall, the room swam uncomfortably in a
blurred haze, too depressed to find her feet again she fell onto his bed.
Her nose buried into his pillow the entire bed was laced with his aroma, Bulma
pressed the pillow to her mouth to muffle the scream that was struggling to emerge
from her mouth.
Inhaling deeply her senses were filled with his scent driving her mad with frustration
and pent up anger, she was dimly aware that it had begun raining again, the fat water
droplets smashed against the window with alarming force.
Feeling reckless Bulma moved to throw open the window, the cold night air stung her
eyes and fed the tears streaming from her eyes, the bitter downpour flew against her
face drenching her clothes and hair.
She closed her eyes letting the freezing water flow across her hot body, trying
unsuccessfully to forget what she had just allowed to happen, her salty tears mixing
with the rain.
She raised her lips to the water droplets falling from the pitch black sky, the clouds
had blocked out the stars, just leaving an ebony dark atmosphere.
She shuddered; it reminded her of Vegeta's eyes the way he would stare at her
sometimes, dark and mysterious, like he was reading her mind.
She was drenched to the skin now, the wind was relentless pounding against the open
windows, tearing into the room disturbing the covers, disturbing pieces of paper
moving the door open and shut with loud slams, drenching the carpets and the covers
with the rain it carried.
Sparks of electricity skimmed up and down Bulma's spine; all rational thoughts just
seemed to melt away from her mind, her lips felt strange some how, numb and yet
thirsty.
Allowing the rain to slid over her closed eyelids she felt herself swing her legs over
something hard, opening her eyes she realised that she was now sitting on the window
ledge.
Turning round she gazed into the dark room behind her, she felt a prickle of fear
descend into her stomach as she glanced down at the steep fall beneath, she had
always been afraid of heights what in Hesmada's name was she doing?
Feeling her knees unsteady beneath her wobbling legs, she gripped the side of the
widow hard with her left had, her knuckles were white from the strain she was putting
on them.
She still had no idea what she was doing.
Bulma felt her stomach contract as she stood unsteadily against the window, trying to
calm down she forced herself to stop looking downwards, she directed her gaze aloft
towards the blackened sky.
The rain was hurtling down now in icy torrents, her hair was slicked down to her
scalp and her eye lashes were clumped together in wet clusters.
A streak of lightening flashed across the sky, illuminating body, Bulma felt her hands
slip slightly out of shock, cursing herself quietly she steadied her grip.
Turning her head towards the heavens she felt droplets of pure water fall onto her lips,
their cold fingers stroking her hot surface calming her; cooling her down.
Opening her mouth slightly she felt the droplets fall smoothly into her receiving
entrance, her scorching tongue darted quickly out of her parted mouth and darted
leisurely over her numb lips.
She closed her eyes, remembering the way he had held her, Bulma felt her stomach
twist with guilt as she thought of Yamcha's betrayal; but she pushed the image of
Yamcha into the furthest regions of her mind. Into the black pits she had so pain
stakingly created so long ago to harbour her anguish and loneliness.
"Vegeta," she said quietly to herself, she felt a searing pain flow from her wrist, it
burned through her entire body, pushing her mind to the limits, the wind pressed
mercilessly against her as though trying to throw her off the ledge.
Her hair whipping about her face in wet sticky strands, she raised her mouth to the
falling rain, she could see his face in her minds eye as though he was standing in front
of her that very second as though about to kiss her.
But she had never felt so alone before.
The wind threw freezing rain in her direction, she had never felt like this before,
inclement and yet with blind blazing passion at the same time, and she felt so numb
and frozen on the outside and burning with fire inside.
Feeling the water droplets fall powerfully onto her parted lips she kissed the rain, all
the while seeing only him, her lips thirsty for him.
While the lightening streaked the sky over head; casting eerie and unearthly shadows
over everything it beheld.
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How long had he been walking for?
Flying around in endless circles waiting for his head to clear, he must have been doing
this for at least on hour by now; he was already soaked down to his skin.
Not that it really bothered him; he had always felt cold for as long as he could
remember, what did bother him was all this incessant waiting.
Why should he be the one waiting out here like a dog that had rolled in something
smelly?
Why should he listen to her?
He frowned, rain falling down his handsome features trickling unpleasantly through
his hair and down his back, he knew the reason why, he was never going to admit it,
especially not to that selfish woman, but secretly he knew the reason why.
Vegeta sat down heavily under the shelter of a large oak tree; the heavy bows
overflowing with leaves gave satisfactory protection from the falling rain although not
as much fortification as he might have hoped from the chilling wind.
He closed his heavy lids immediately seeing her crystal blue eyes imprinted over his
own, Vegeta inwardly groaned, this wasn't going to go away and he knew it.
He had fallen too deeply into the hole and had continued to try to dig his way out; at
first he had tried to pretend to himself that it was purely sexual attraction.
That he found her figure and features appealing, but he constantly dwelt on the little
things that had kept his mind racing, the way her eyes widened what she was
surprised, angry or afraid, the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled, the way her
mouth contracted when she didn't understand something.
The way her hair cascaded down her back, the way she brushed it out of her face.
Vegeta opened his eyes slowly, he was suddenly very grateful it was raining, solitary
pearls of shimmering liquid fell onto his already drenched face, slipping down across
his cheeks over his mouth.
His knuckles clenched; remembering the way she had reciprocated to his kiss, the way
she had stared at him with confusion etched across her entire being, the way her
cheeks and lips had been flushed afterwards.
The way she had panicked realising the trap they had both become ensnared in.
Vegeta leant back against the thick tree trunk, the bark of the gnarled wood rubbing
pleasantly against his back.
His hands moved slowly across his forehead kneading the painful head ache that had
settled into his brow.
~Am I too lost to be saved? ~ He wondered perplexed, ~ I want to stop feeling. I
don't want to feel anymore! I DON'T WANT TO FEEL! ~
Images flashed quickly in front of his eyes, Bulma crying, Bulma screaming at him to
leave, the ache of forbidden passion too long denied that had resided in her face when
he had yelled back at her.
The pain happened so suddenly, a sudden hot surge of blinding aching and frustration
emanating from the mark on his wrist, as though someone was pressing hot coals
against his skin.
It surged up his arm and into his head, setting firecrackers off inside of his skull,
scorching his skin, numbing his senses, causing him to writhe in sudden unrelenting
pain.
He found himself lying face down in the soft earth for the second time that week,
turning on his back his gaze travelled up to the black sky.
No stars, no moon, just darkness blotting out any sense of hope, like some enormous
hand had stolen all of the light in his life.
Nothing could be seen in the writhing blackness, the rain could only be felt, it evaded
being perceived by his heightened Sayain senses, and for some reason the thought
disturbed him.
The suddenly a streak of white light flashed across the sky as though a giant pair of
scissors had cut a massive hole into the obscurity, the light oddly illuminated the
grounds, highlighting the rain in its magnificence.
A funny prickling sensation began to creep from his fore arm again, slowly surging
through the rest of him.
It was almost as though he had swallowed a porcupine, an odd spiky feeling formed in
his stomach.
He sat up, water cascading off him as he did so, the prickling intensified as though the
porcupine had started running a marathon.
"Bulma," he muttered raising his face to the heavens, the water slid in fat droplets
down his face.
~Damn her! ~ He thought aggressively, how dare she do this to her.
Standing up he flew off towards Capsule Corp, battling against the unpredictable
turbulence of the wind; his mark burning unpleasantly on his wrist.
Landing a few meters in front of the gravity machine Vegeta stopped, this was
foolish!
He needed to train, not to run to every beckon and call of this feeble woman,
hesitantly his gaze travelled slowly upwards.
Past windows, drain pipes and balconies, drawn by some powerful urge to the
window ledge.
Her blue hair lay in a tangled wet mess around her head, lightning sparked over head
casting eerie shadows over the whole scene.
Vegeta's heart skipped a beat, ~ WHAT ON EARTH WAS SHE DOING ? ~
Balanced precariously on the window ledge, one hand grasping the window frame,
she looked like a beautiful spider balancing delicately on a strand of her frail web.
Her face turned towards the black heavens eyes closed shut, her lips pouted slightly
parted, her tongue glided slowly over the surface of her glistening mouth.
He took a step forwards, but as he did so an enormous roll of thunder boomed across
the night sky, causing the ground to tremble and the windows to shake.
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Opening her eyes with shock, Bulma gasped, she lost her footing, and the window
frame trembled under her wet, and slippery fingers as the wood was assaulted by the
strong vibrations from the angered clouds beating furiously against each other.
She stumbled, her hand slipped from its secure grip, it was ripped from her grasp,
Bulma screamed.
She fell.
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Want me to write more?
You don't want me to leave it there do you?
[Snicker!]
Then I suggest you guys read Juggernaut and review it, otherwise…………….
(Mwhaaaaaaaaaaa, I love it when you're evil!)
Ta, that means a lot coming from you!
(Really?!)
[FireDragon rolls her eyes angrily]
Never mind forget it, please read and review this, I spent AGES TRYING TO GET THIS JUST RIGHT!
K?
Lol
FireDragon
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Murray