Separate Beds
By The Eternity Dragon
Disclaimer: ……………. ("..")
What can I say?
I'm sorry for taking such an annoyingly long time to update, but I was busy, I was stressed, I LOST MURRY! I found him again, I needed to unblock my writers block.
Sorry guys, but here, this took me a LONG time to write so you better enjoy it, K?
Otherwise that's it!
I give up!
So this better be a good read or else I'm packing it up!
*SIGH* it's been a long week, enjoy!
Oh,
P.S here are the lyrics to the Linkin Park song Somewhere I belong at the bottom of the story.
Because by chance I was listening to it while writing, and I think the lyrics really came out in this chapter.
Don't Be A Stranger
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She fell.
Through the falling rain; and icy wind whipping through her frail night gown and causing her eyes to flood with moisture, all thoughts rushed past her in a whirlwind of emotions.
And time froze in that instant; everything slowed down, so that a second seemed an eternity, things began to clarify in her mind as they had never done so before.
As she realised that she was going to die, and there was nothing she could do about it, it wasn't a comforting thought, but it didn't consume her with dark and malignant fear as she had so expected it would.
In fact it was almost reassuring.
Everything would be over.
Her life began to pass before her eyes.
A small lonely girl, friendless and forlorn, blue hair tied behind her head in pig tails, the first time she'd met Goku.
The strange boy from the woods who had changed her life forever, the first time she'd seen Yamcha the desert bandit.
The first time they had kissed, she remembered feeling as though she'd never been lonely again.
She remembered watching him die at the hands of a mysterious dark stranger.
The feeling of emptiness that had filled her life after that moment, it had never really gone away.
Never.
The wind whistled past her ears, rushing through her hair, chilling her through and through.
She felt so cold.
Then she saw him, his dark onyx eyes filled her mind, his olive toned body scarred into her vision, his seductively cruel laugh echoing eerily through her ears.
Vegeta.
She should hate him, she knew that he should despise him for taking Yamcha out of this world and into the next; but, despite everything, she didn't.
And it marred the deepest regions of her confused mind that she couldn't.
Why?
WHY?
WHY!
The last thing she needed was to fall in love with a monster.
In love?
Or in lust?
Did she even know the difference anymore?
She couldn't see the light at the end of the tunnel; she was lost in the blackness of life's long journey, and to be frank she didn't think she'd ever see the end.
She should she realised with a pang of self loathing and hate, be thinking about Yamcha right now, but instead to be thinking almost longingly about the person who had killed him.
Almost?
It didn't feel like almost.
But then again nothing felt quite the way it should do.
Vegeta.
Had he kissed her?
That was why she had stood on the window ledge, to forget.
Or to remember?
Vegeta.
He had ruined everything.
Vegeta.
And now because of him she was going to die.
Vegeta.
Was it with rage that her temperate was rising like this?
Was that odd clenching in her stomach because she hated him so much?
Why was she so unsure of herself?
Everything had been so simple before he'd come.
Vegeta.
And now he'd done something unforgivable; he'd stolen her heart.
"VEGETA!"
She screamed into the night; her voice raw in her throat, ripping through her lungs as she fought to find breath as the ground came rushing to meet her, she was moving too fast now, death was rushing towards her on silent, eerie wings.
She closed her eyes waiting for the impact.
Bang!
Her head collided with something solid as she felt two hot arms close around her waist; someone swore in her ear as she felt her stomach lurch upwards as if she was on a roller coaster.
Opening one wet eye, she saw the sky loom closer as she rose above the ground in the arms of a stranger.
Vegeta.
His soft, spiky hair blown back by the wind, dark pearls of rain glistening in the moon light.
His dark shapely eyes staring straight back into hers; his face sharply chiselled face with its high cheek bones drawn into a deep scowl as he aggressively threw her to the ground.
Or at least she thought it was the ground, standing up and glancing around her on quaking legs she realised that she was in fact standing on the roof!
What was he thinking?!
Had he lost all common sense?
He landed quietly behind her, panther like in the darkness, half his face in shadow, the other half illuminated by the dim light.
He stood up and started circling her, like a vulture circling it prey.
~Vultures circle the dead, Bulma. You're not dead; yet. ~
The rain was still pouring down in torrential bucket falls and the thunder still rolled over head lightening flashed over head casting dark shadows over her and Vegeta, but Bulma heard and felt and saw none of that now she felt strangely numb.
Her entire focus was now on the man standing directly in front of her.
"Can you tell me what exactly you thought you were doing, woman."
He said them calmly enough, but the words seemed to hold a hidden agenda, born from pure rage and indignation the words existed purely to invoke anger and hate.
Bulma opened her mouth; immediately water dripped in from her wet lips, she paused.
What should she say?
What should she do?
Was it really any of his business?
"That is none of your concern."
She said simply sticking out her chin and raising an eyebrow.
He stood stock still for a moment, and then began to slowly walk towards her dominance ebbing from his every movement as he reached forward and none-to-gently- grabbed her wrist.
"Do you mind running that past me again, woman?"
His face was close now too close, he was much colder than she was and his hand strangely itched on her drenched skin.
She moved backwards slightly, her footsteps strangely magnified on the slippery surface of the roof tiles.
She stumbled slightly only to be jerked upwards causing a searing pain to lash out from her wrist to the deepest regions of her body.
"Let go!"
She hollered at him, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson as she tried to pry herself away from him.
Panic ensued over her as she fought to relinquish herself from his vice like grip; she raised her free hand over her head and brought it down with all of her force onto his cheek.
The crack of flesh against flesh echoed cacophonously into the night, leaving a searing red mark across his olive skin.
Bulma felt the bile rise into her throat and tears flood into her eyes for no apparent reason; she sank to her knees holding back the sobs that were fighting viciously to release themselves into the world.
"Let me go, please."
She sobbed; her words were whipped away by the fast blowing winds, raking through her hair and stinging her skin.
He bent over her, releasing his vice like grip on her marred wrist, pain throbbing across his cheek.
He stared down incredulously at the blue haired wonder at his feet that had now been reduced to tears.
She was sobbing silently now, her entire body shuddering with suppressed pain and anguish.
"Why?"
She choked out in anguish against the falling rain and deafening thunder.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
He raised an eyebrow considering a response, but nothing came, silence devoured the setting to only sounds came the falling rain and rumbling clouds that thundered over head.
"I don't know what I'm doing." He said eventually, releasing his grip on her wrist as though it was burning through his skin. Turning around and walking away from her, as though to detach her from his mind.
Bulma stopped sobbing, pearly salt tears still streaming down her cheeks she turned her head to glare up at him.
"That's it?" She said slowly her blue eyes widening in sheer astonishment, "No, explanation, Bulma? No, I couldn't let you die because….? That's all you have to say? I don't know what I'm doing?"
She raised her palms to the raining sky so that the cold droplets of aqua crystal danced across her smooth skin; "I fell out a window to hear that?" she said incredulously shaking her head furiously, "Well thank you very much, you have now convinced me that you are now the stupidest man alive!"
Her blue eyes were now dancing with a deadly blue fire that was sending off electrifying sparks in all directions.
Vegeta stopped his face turned away from her, a smirk playing across his burgundy lips, "I wouldn't go that far." He said surreptitiously, his eyes laughing silently at her.
Bulma's nostrils flared as she pushed herself to her feet, one hand trailing across her wet blue hair pushing it behind her ears, trying to establish some sort of order.
"God, you make me so mad sometimes!" She screamed at his back, her frail night gown stuck to her soaking body as she moved towards him her slippery feet moving delicately over the rough tiles on the roof; "Vegeta look at me when I'm talking to you; God damn you!"
She tried to move around him to see into his eyes, but he wouldn't let her moving his head away from her x-ray stare; "Stop it woman!" he snarled at her.
"Don't you tell to me to stop it! Don't you tell me to do anything, I'm so sick of this Vegeta! GET ME OFF THIS ROOF!" She was shouting now, clipping tones resounding into the pounding gloom, her voice piercing the over hanging storm, silencing the thunder, washing away the rain.
He turned to face her now, his eyes dancing with amusement, "Get yourself off."
Bulma stopped, blinking rain water out of her eyes as she looked at him with sudden alarm and suspicion, "What do you mean? I can't get off this frelling roof, I'm not the one who can fly!"
Vegeta laughed suddenly, throwing his head back and laughing into the dancing rain at her frustration, "It's your roof, you get yourself down."
Bulma couldn't believe what she was hearing, this man was deliberately driving her crazy, "Vegeta," she ground between her pearly white teeth as she shifted from one wet foot to the other.
" We wouldn't be on this roof if you hadn't insisted on kissing me this evening; it's your fault I'm out here in the first place!"
"Is it?" he asked casually, crossing his arms and staring her full in the face now, Bulma felt her stomach clench as his dark eyes fixed into hers, she felt perspiration trickle down her forehead and her temperature rise even though the night-time air was freezing.
"I don't recall enticing you to leap out a window."
His voice was sharp now edged with apprehension and silent malice, but for what reason evaded Bulma's line of reasoning.
"Why were you on that ledge?" he asked the question politely enough, but Bulma could almost feel the emotion seething under the surface of the mask.
Bulma opened her mouth, and shut it again, she felt her face flush as she recalled exactly why she had allowed the rain to course across her aroused senses.
His eyebrows were raised, his eyes boring into hers making her feel decidedly uncomfortable, she tried to turn away to evade the searching glare.
His hands moved either side of her face to turn her eyes back to his again, she closed her eyes furrowing her brow, distracting her mind from the present.
She wasn't prepared for this, her life was rapidly falling apart around her; "We have to stop this." She said gently, her chilly fingers closing around his warm ones, she'd forgotten why she'd started this; the falling sensation had returned again.
"Please," she said again, as she realised how close he was now, his nose clumsily bumping against hers, "I don't think…….." she began, trying to find the words in the mixed jumble of emotions that was her mind now.
She'd gladly turn herself inside out for him, without knowing why, but she couldn't, she wasn't sure whether or not he was capable of reciprocating her feelings; and she knew if he couldn't she'd be shattered, like a rock facing an ocean, with every crashing wave a little more of her was shattered into hopelessness.
Bulma closed her eyes, searching desperately for the words as icy water dripped down the back of her neck and slid down her back, she felt goose bumps rise all over her skin as his nose rubbed against hers.
"We should," she managed to stammer, the words slipping from her mouth like clumsy insects on a lazy summer's afternoon, " be…no…not…be.. ." But she never got to finish the sentence as his mouth closed over hers.
The repetition of denial was consuming her now, as Bulma felt the whirlwind of suppressed emotions bubble to surface, he was slowly driving her mad with desire and confusion.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as the kiss moved deeper, his arms moved around her waist bringing her closer to his body, falling deeper and deeper into the trap.
She ought to break away now, try to push away, be she couldn't, she wouldn't, and the feeling was consuming her.
Anger drove her passion to a new height as she threw herself against him, mind and body; she wanted the security again, that maybe somebody loved her.
If a stranger could show her all of this, then why couldn't Yamcha give it to her?
She had never asked for much, she had so wanted to be accepted by someone when she was a child.
Shunned by other because she was different, because she didn't fit in; and she had so believed Yamcha to be the one.
Then why couldn't she feel it?
Why did a complete stranger move the deep tempest of her inner most emotions when someone whom she had loved dearly for what seemed a life age couldn't.
Vegeta moved his head back breaking the kiss, gasping for air, he was slightly taken back now, things were getting out of hand, he couldn't allow this to continue for much longer.
This was destroying her, and him in the process, he glanced down into her cobalt eyes and lost himself; the mixture of emotions that were moving in them was heart stopping.
She clung to his neck, gasping for air, silence hung to them and yet ceaseless nose moved about them.
He was so tired of being alone, "We shouldn't ………" he began, the words hanging listlessly on the air, already too late.
She silenced him immediately, pressing her cold lips against his, sending searing emotions right through his as he felt the mask begin to crack.
Her hand raked through his hair as she moved closer to him, pressing her body against his.
She needed this, she wanted this, and yet she was horrified at what she was doing, she had lost all threads of her sanity.
Just wait she'd show them, if she could feel so much from a complete stranger, then why couldn't the people she'd loved for so long give her the companionship she had always desired beyond anything else this world had to offer materialistically and physically.
Just wait she'd show them, she'd show them all.
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Love
The Eternity Dragon
Somewhere I belong
When this began
I had nothing to say
And I'd get lost in the nothingness inside of me
I was confused
And I'd let it all out to find
That I'm not the only person with these things in mind
Inside of me
When all the vacancy the words revealed
Is the only real thing that I've got left to feel
Nothing to loose
Just stuck, hollow and alone
And the fault is my own and the fault is my own
I wanna heal
I wanna feel
What I thought was never real
I want to let go of the pain I felt so long
Erase all the pain till its gone
I wanna heal
I wanna feel
Like Im close to something real
I want to find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I belong
And I've got nothing to say
I can't believe I didnt fall right down on my face
I was confused
Looking everwhere only to find
That it's not the way I had imagined it all in my mind
So what am I
What do I have but negativity
Cause I cant justify the way everyone is looking at me
Nothing to loose
Nothing to gain, hollow and alone
And the fault is my own and the fault is my own
I wanna heal
I wanna feel
What I thought was never real
I want to let go of the pain I felt so long
Erase all the pain til its gone
I wanna heal
I wanna feel
Like Im close to something real
I want to find something Ive wanted all along
Somewhere I belong
I will never know
Myself until I do this on my own
And I will never feel
Anything else, until my wounds are healed
I will never be anything
till I break away from me
I will break away
I'll find myself today
I wanna heal
I wanna feel
What I thought was never real
I want to let go of the pain I felt so long
Erase all the pain till it's gone
I wanna heal
I wanna feel
Like Im close to something real
I want to find something Ive wanted all along
Somewhere I belong
I wanna heal
I wanna feel
I wanna feel like I'm somewhere I belong
I wanna heal
I wanna feel
I wanna feel like I'm somewhere I belong
Somewhere I belong