DISCLAIMER: No, for the last time, I do not own DBZ or any of its
characters. I'm just this for my enjoyment and the enjoyment of others. So
since I don't own, nor do I have any money, suing is just out of the
question. MOVE ON!
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Summary: A chain of dramatic events leave Bulma thinking, will she notice what her life's been missing all along? Will she leave Vegeta and run into the arms of someone else, or will she forgive him? And with the changes going on, how many marriages will be put in danger?
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AN:
Thanks for all the reviews. Every lil bit counts, and by the looks of it, I don't think I should leave just yet. People haven't flamed me yet (hope they never do) so, here's ch. 3
I've gotten a few IMs and emails, even reviews asking me if this is going to be a G/B or B/V. Ya know what?! I'm not telling! ^_____^ ::evil laugh:: And just when you thought you knew where it's going, it's not. So don't try and be lyke "oh I kno what's going on" because I'm just gonna shock the hell outta you later. ::smirk:: You'll just have to wait and see. It could really go either waii.
Enjoy, and don't forget to leave meeh some luv!!
~LadyB AKA Bulma Briefs
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Word 411:
Ano- Um.../uh..../er....
Nani- What
Demo- But/however/yet
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Broken Beyond Repair
Rated: R
Chapter Three: Insanity brings out the best of me
Written by: The Brilliant Lady Bulma *formally known as LadyBulma24*
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The silver crescent moon was gone, not that it was ever really there to begin with, but whatever light that was being given off by it was now covered with the blanket of thick clouds. Rain had ceased; the stars were out, things were much calmer than they once had been. At one point during his visit with Bulma, Goku had noticed that the black wire gates of Capsule Corp. was slamming heavily, banging like the running of the bulls in Spain. But now, things were much more tranquil, the only sound here and there was the light running of drips and drops of left over rain hanging from the roof. A gust of coldness forever lingered in the ambiance all around them, even now that the window had been shut, it was there. The type of cold that wasn't essentially perturbed, but more the kind that made one feel somewhat alone, that made one long for someone at their side, someone to hold and caress.
The rain had continued as it always did after a storm, which had been earlier, leaving the pitter-patter of drizzling on the window panels in a mesmerizing cadence long after its departure. The rain, along with the squall of arctic winds every so often and the graying clouds of rain overhead, were making out for a type of longing, almost as if the gods were crying out in yearning themselves. Goku focused on Bulma for a minute more; the gods were lamenting, for a seraph had fallen. He reached out and held onto her hand again, the siren outspread in bed... despondently, was still at death's door, merely waiting for him to open up.
A teal fire burned in his soul, pouring out through his eyes. He was going to do everything and anything he could do to stop this injustice, he was going to save her. Dammit! He could save the world over and over again but he couldn't even get his best friend to open her eyes...what kind of hero was he? The Saiyan lowered his head in shame; he wasn't worthy of the love and respect of the world. Not if one of the things that meant the most to him in his life, was dying in his hands. Goku blinked back a moisture brimming up into his ebony orbs.
"A-and then you looked up at me with your big blue eyes and said 'I can't believe you're actually getting married'." A strained laugh followed, strained with the hurt of her lack of reactions. "Come on Bulma! You have to remember something!" Supplicated Goku, tugging at her small, child-like hands that were still cold as ice. "Remember anything....for the love of Kami!" His eyes searched her, an expression hurt beyond the capture of words crossed his face and eyes, knotting up his youthful attractive looks into a somber manifestation. Had Bulma's eyes been open, she would have been able to watch him age greatly in mere seconds. Years were minutes; her condition really was weighing down on him.
No matter how hard he prayed, how loud he yelled, or how much time he spent looking at her unresponsive remains, she never bulged even the slightest of muscles, apart from her regular breathing. Once more, the humidity dared to knock for entrance in his disposition, Goku was forced to blink everything back like before. It seemed that every time he looked down on her there was a dull ache in his chest, voices clouding in the back of his head. She was so delicate, the way her legs tilted over one another and the way her body turned under the sheets, made her appear as if she were carved out of the most tenuous of glass. This brought a shutter to his body, starting at the nape of his neck and exploding down at his spine. What a thought, it was downright ludicrous.
As the very thought of her being arranged from glass crept up into the most sacred parts of his sanity, Goku loosened his death-grip on her hand, he was now well aware that one misplaced squeeze and he could easily kill her, not that he ever would. Goku moved his eyes down to his hands, letting go of Bulma's hand all together. He turned his fists into open palms, the hands that had murdered millions, saved the lives of just as many. With one single motion, the woman at his side could nothing more than a pile of broken bones, shattering her into the death she fought off at the moment. Why would he do that? Why on Earth would anyone hurt such a visionary? He knew he had the strength to, with one hand he could eradicate her entirely. Yet even if it were her life or his, he would rather end himself then to ever bring harm to Bulma. Goku brought his hands to his lap over the carroty shade of his fighting GI, his eyes following in hot pursuit.
"Can't you remember anything? Won't you open your eyes?" His whisper came from his lips in a startled rasp, never looking up to face her. "For your children, your family." Goku returned his ablaze embers to the divinity on the divan next to him. He paused, and leaned down near her, brining his essence down until it was neighboring her own, and catching her hand in his yet again. "For me."
That was the last thing he remembered when he brought his forehead down to touch her hand entwine with his, laying on the comfort of the bed. Then at last Goku managed to shut his eyes in release, the darkness dulling the pain of being awake. He dreamt of a place where his pleas of her awakening were no longer the lullabies that soothed her to the imprisonment of her own insanity.
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Being the heavy sleeper that he usually was, the fact that awakening him was the feather like clatter of ruffling sheets only inches away from his face was rather shocking. Goku fasten his eyes into a bunch, opening them seconds later, trying to adjust his eyes to the vividness of the new light brought to his attention. Now, to search for the source that had made him wake up in the first place.
"Ano..." Goku looked around, not finding a thing. Nothing, not even Bulma lying at his side. "BULMA?!" He started to push the covers aside, the naïve side of him thinking that she might be buried under the title wave of snow- white silk. Parting the covers with his hands, Goku was shocked to find that she was no where. "BULMA?!" Pure adrenaline pumping through his veins.
Suddenly, everything around him started to slow down in a heavenly pace, tranquillity talking over the oddly white room all over again. There was the figure that he had been looking fore, hunched up in the corner near the headboard of the oak bed. The female hugged her knees up to her chest, her over sized shirt hanging loosely off of her body, putting her knees and legs on display, and it even seemed that her frame was shaking.
"Bulma...?"
A pair of immense nautical eyes glanced up at the speaking male, yet she never replied to his comment. Rather she tugged at her knees, delivering them as close as possible to her body. She could feel him watching and waiting for any type of reaction, still everything could not register in her mind.
Leaving her to her thoughts for the time being, Goku gave up on receiving a reaction from Bulma so he brought himself up from his chair and sat at the edge of the bed. There was the slightest trace of humor in his eyes. "Bulma! I can't believe you're awake!!" The sleep, which had previously dawned on him, was no where near his appearance now.
But however pleased he seemed to be now that she was awake, it all disappeared with twice the speed once he noticed she was better off asleep. For her previously shut eyes were now wide open, confirming his worse type of fears. Goku found his hands shaking as he kept eyes on Bulma, still hoping for a change. Discouragement greeted him with a vengeance in the form of her eyes, once blue, once vibrant, once so alive. Were it not for her pupils, her dim spears were better off dyed white; she was as comatose as she was colorless.
"Ah, Bulma?" Finally the foreboding feeling she was causing him began to wear off. "Can you hear me?"
His words flew on broken wings; she didn't even budge. Trying in vein to obtain some life from her, Goku conveyed his hand to touch her ivory flesh. The good news? She responded. The bad news? Her very fist sign of recognition to life outside of herself and it cleaved his heart to shreds. The second his hand was positioned within inches of her face, Bulma cringed as if his hands were burning hot coals.
"Bulma no, I was-" The dull ache had returned to his chest, a million times stronger each time that he focused on her, how she was trying as hard as she could to bring a distance between them. "I'm just-" Goku reached out to her again.
Has she any control over her voice, if she even had a voice, the Saiyan was sure Bulma would have screamed. Like an animal cowering in pure trepidation, her body was nearly one with her bed headboard. Her body was shaking vigorously, the little color left in her face and eyes managing to find a way to leave her again. Goku coped by controlling his face; that did not mean that his mind was not the one betraying him. The voices were back.... Would he cause his best friend to return to her statue-like state? Was she scared of him? And most importantly, why?!
"Bulma-Chan." Cooed Goku, leisurely closing the distance between them to show her that he meant her no harm. "Come here, I won't hurt you." As the words left his lips, he watched her eyes contract, a bit of normality returning to them.
An eternity past them, then her lips came apart and her sweet melody flowed from them like the choir of God. "Y-you....stayed w-with me.....a-all n- night?" If there was any emotion left in her voice, it was surprise. Her voice was small, shaking, candid and hardly above the softest of whispers.
In a flash of orange brilliance, he covered the vastness between them, sitting merely milliseconds away from her. Just the simple act of her speaking a simple phrase had brought an end to the pain, all because she was all right. Without having to think twice, Goku had wound both of his arms around Bulma. She let out the smallest of all sighs, her mounds of ocean hair cascading down Goku's back, while her cheek pressed to his stone shoulder.
"Of course I stayed!" For a brief second he pulled his best friend back by the shoulders, proving to her that their closeness was indeed real. Both of Goku's hands rested on either side of Bulma's plummeted shoulders, their eyes locked tightly. He took this time to examine pick apart the feelings in her soul through those profound crystal eyes of hers, his reward, nothing. It was still as if the inside of her was consumed, not the slightest trace of anything.
Bulma blinked; braking the staring match that she appeared to be having with Goku by sending her eyes down to the covers. Quickly, her face followed the downward motion. "G-gomen nasai...f-for making you stay."
Her words stunned him. "Nani?"
"Gomen, for everything. I don't remember what happened," Bulma admitted. "Demo...Ano...if you came down here, it must've been serious."
This time around, Bulma's words brought a genuine grin to his orifice. "Bulma, I would have been down here even if you had gotten a paper cut." Said Goku, through his smile. "Just to make sure you're ok." To his surprise, Bulma let a strong slash of crimson march on her cheeks. When her eyes met his a few minutes later it made him beam to see color gradually returning to her.
"Y-you're very...kind." Her voice was almost inaudible.
Goku knitted his eyebrows together, she was acting different. "Huh? There was nothing kind about it. You're my best friend, I have the right to worry about you."
When he spoke, it caused her to keep her eyes away from him even more. "O- oh."
All right, he decided, something really was going on here. And he was going to get to the bottom of this. Was she hurt? Could she stand? What was bothering her? "Bulma? What's wrong."
She snapped her head up at the sound of what she assumed must have been her name; it had been called an awful lot of times, so she gathered that was what people called her. "............." Just because she looked up, didn't mean she was going to answer him right away. Even if she had had the intentions on answering the kind stranger, her voiced failed her all together.
Goku looked at her questioningly.
"G-gomen, I....I...." She paused for a moment, clearing her throat in a soundless motion. "I c-can't seem to remember....who you are."
His smile faded, his eyes shook, he released Bulma. "You what?!"
Judging that her words had upset the foreigner, Bulma fixed her eyes on a painting hanging above a desk on the other side of the white room. "I can't seem to remember you." Said Bulma, her voice this time was perfect, never once wavering.
Had it not been for his pride, Goku would have stood up and destroyed something. He shut his eyes tightly, bunching his hands up into balls. He had to have been dreaming...he had to...yeah that was it, he was dreaming.... Dreaming....
"Ano...."
"Nani?!" Nevertheless, he never opened his eyes.
Bulma rubbed her temples with one of her pale fingers, letting her eyelids close over her eyes for a second or two before opening them again. "E- everything is fuzzy." Came her strained reply. "T-there are t-things I can't remember....others that f-flash back and forth..."
Goku glared up at her, to their surprise his eyes were as narrow as slits. Bulma felt forced to brake the glower again, her eyes landed in refuge on the open window. The sun was starting to peak up on the horizon. "How can you not remember?" Goku growled something he rarely did.
"I-I don't know." She felt scared, alone, like a child having done wrong.
Her guest moved closer to her, this time, she did not move one bit. Rather Bulma found herself motionless, a gulp passing down her peach-colored throat. His face was inches away from her own again, she brought her hand up to touch his tan cheek, hoping that with the action of contact something would be sparked in her memory that was flashing on and off like a burning light bulb. "Believe me, I want to remember you." Bulma spoke from her heart, she closed her eyes to listen to it. "I have hurt you, haven't I?"
OF COURSE YOU HAVE! He wanted to yell at her. But Goku knew better than that, this was not Bulma's fault. She had no control over these things. Goku sighed, if anyone was at responsibility in this set of unfortunate circumstances it was the Saiyan no Ouji, Vegeta.
"Shh, we'll work on this."
She found herself wound up in his arms again, in the short time it was something she had gotten accustomed to. Had no one ever held her that way before....?? "Help me remember." She pushed onto her knees, so that she was finally eye-level with the much taller male holding her.
Goku pulled back, seriously looking at her, was helping her something he could do? "What is it?"
No reply...just actions. Her arms tugged at his neck, demanding him closer to her. "J-just this..." her mind flickered. "Just hold..." Then there came no more words. When Goku stole a glimpse of her out of the corner of his shadowy eyes, it almost looked as if she were sleeping again. Just when he had thoughts of bringing up his hand to touch her, Bulma jerked out of his arms, looking up at him, color flashing in and out of her eyes in bursts of sparkle and shadow.
"Are you feeling better now?"
Bulma tried her damnedest to make her slender hand come to push a few strands of her bands out of her face. Her hand was a few seconds shy of its destination when Goku finished of the favor with his larger hand. The blue smoothness flowed like water through his touch. "I-I g-guess I'm...ok..." Bulma let her eyes shut slowly at Goku's touch, she sought to memorize everything going on around her. There was something going on, she couldn't seem to keep things in her mind for more than a couple of minutes. She had already forgotten how she had gotten there, then it dawned on her...and then it vanished. "....now..."
He traced his fingers from her nose to her chin, cupping her face delicately in his hand. "Good." Goku followed the comment with his famous smile.
Out of all the times that he had looked at Bulma and smiled in the past years of knowing her, there was something that gave the impression that this time was different. Something was not setting right' there was a change. Focusing her eyes on Goku, Bulma swore the air around her tightened. "I'm glad you're feeling better." Goku interrupted her current train of thought. Before she could find her voice to respond, Goku had once again wrapped her into his arms. Bulma's head fell into the crock of his neck and shoulder he whispered in her ear. "I was really worried about you."
Shutters were sent down her spine, Bulma felt like she was about to melt in his arms. "Gomen." Her voice broke.
"Oh hey, no you don't have to apologize." Gently he moved his arms down around her lower back, trying to calm her. But it didn't go as he had planned; she began to shake more than ever. "Shhhh." It was then that he recognized the fact that the angel in his arms was crying. "You're gonna be ok Bulma. Shhhh."
Racked with her own sobs, with her voice quaking as well, Bulma said to Goku, "I won't be ok!" each of her words were followed by a heart wrenching sob. "I can't remember a thing!" She buried her face in the fabric of his orange GI. "I worried you, I hurt you! I could read it all!"
Goku relocated his hand up from around her waist, running his fingers through her aquatic silk of her hair. For a moment, she stiffened at his touch as if he were going to do something to her, something to bring destruction to her. Then cautiously she learned to relax around him. Goku pulled her closer, knowing that was she needed right now was to get all of the tears out of her system and for someone to just hold her.
"Shhhh." He rolled his lips together, bringing his own cheek to rest on her hair. "It's best you don't remember what had happened."
Bulma moved her face up, not bothering to pull away from Goku this time, tears ran down her cheeks like rivers of inner turmoil. "Please Goku. Tell me, what happened." She drew in a gasp, cutting it in half every time she sobbed. Her small hands were brought up to his face, one hand on either side of his lean façade. "Tell me please." This time, it seemed that they had gotten closer.
Her hands kissed down on his face, cold as ice, yet hotter than hell. Goku wasn't fully aware of their closeness and the ways it could have been misinterpreted until he felt the tip of her nose brush against his own; her impassioned breath lingering on his upper lip. Ok...he knew that now they were too close, and yet, there was nothing he could do to move. "Bulma..."
"Tell me." Bulma shut her eyes, ending their silent debate on their intimacy by pressing her forehead to his own, keeping her hands on his visage. Her eyes only snapped open once, brilliant blue on endless ebony, that was when they were looking dead into Goku's own. "What's going on here?" Her entreaty was expressed almost wordlessly, as unspoken as their own uncertainty.
This was wrong, this was confusing, this was....something he was not even going to try to stop; he knew it was beyond his power. Goku cleared his throat, trying like hell not to move and finish this deed. But it was impossible, he couldn't think stright, not with a dazed blue-haired deity kneeling in front of him with her face less than 2 seconds away from his own 2 seconds away from his eyes...his lips. He tried to shake his head, those thoughts had to go. "What happened? What's going on." Her voice rang like heaven as she hardly rasped it out of her mouth, her cheery-pale lips trembling for a second. Oh what he wouldn't give to end their wavering. All he had to do was lean down and...
"Yes Kakkarot," A third voice chimed in, gruff and enraged. "What the fuck is going on here?"
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Oooooo what an evil cliffhanger, eh? ^____^ You'll just have to review so that I can write the next chapter to find out what's gonna happen! Aren't I just evil?? ::innocent smile::
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Summary: A chain of dramatic events leave Bulma thinking, will she notice what her life's been missing all along? Will she leave Vegeta and run into the arms of someone else, or will she forgive him? And with the changes going on, how many marriages will be put in danger?
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AN:
Thanks for all the reviews. Every lil bit counts, and by the looks of it, I don't think I should leave just yet. People haven't flamed me yet (hope they never do) so, here's ch. 3
I've gotten a few IMs and emails, even reviews asking me if this is going to be a G/B or B/V. Ya know what?! I'm not telling! ^_____^ ::evil laugh:: And just when you thought you knew where it's going, it's not. So don't try and be lyke "oh I kno what's going on" because I'm just gonna shock the hell outta you later. ::smirk:: You'll just have to wait and see. It could really go either waii.
Enjoy, and don't forget to leave meeh some luv!!
~LadyB AKA Bulma Briefs
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Word 411:
Ano- Um.../uh..../er....
Nani- What
Demo- But/however/yet
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Broken Beyond Repair
Rated: R
Chapter Three: Insanity brings out the best of me
Written by: The Brilliant Lady Bulma *formally known as LadyBulma24*
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The silver crescent moon was gone, not that it was ever really there to begin with, but whatever light that was being given off by it was now covered with the blanket of thick clouds. Rain had ceased; the stars were out, things were much calmer than they once had been. At one point during his visit with Bulma, Goku had noticed that the black wire gates of Capsule Corp. was slamming heavily, banging like the running of the bulls in Spain. But now, things were much more tranquil, the only sound here and there was the light running of drips and drops of left over rain hanging from the roof. A gust of coldness forever lingered in the ambiance all around them, even now that the window had been shut, it was there. The type of cold that wasn't essentially perturbed, but more the kind that made one feel somewhat alone, that made one long for someone at their side, someone to hold and caress.
The rain had continued as it always did after a storm, which had been earlier, leaving the pitter-patter of drizzling on the window panels in a mesmerizing cadence long after its departure. The rain, along with the squall of arctic winds every so often and the graying clouds of rain overhead, were making out for a type of longing, almost as if the gods were crying out in yearning themselves. Goku focused on Bulma for a minute more; the gods were lamenting, for a seraph had fallen. He reached out and held onto her hand again, the siren outspread in bed... despondently, was still at death's door, merely waiting for him to open up.
A teal fire burned in his soul, pouring out through his eyes. He was going to do everything and anything he could do to stop this injustice, he was going to save her. Dammit! He could save the world over and over again but he couldn't even get his best friend to open her eyes...what kind of hero was he? The Saiyan lowered his head in shame; he wasn't worthy of the love and respect of the world. Not if one of the things that meant the most to him in his life, was dying in his hands. Goku blinked back a moisture brimming up into his ebony orbs.
"A-and then you looked up at me with your big blue eyes and said 'I can't believe you're actually getting married'." A strained laugh followed, strained with the hurt of her lack of reactions. "Come on Bulma! You have to remember something!" Supplicated Goku, tugging at her small, child-like hands that were still cold as ice. "Remember anything....for the love of Kami!" His eyes searched her, an expression hurt beyond the capture of words crossed his face and eyes, knotting up his youthful attractive looks into a somber manifestation. Had Bulma's eyes been open, she would have been able to watch him age greatly in mere seconds. Years were minutes; her condition really was weighing down on him.
No matter how hard he prayed, how loud he yelled, or how much time he spent looking at her unresponsive remains, she never bulged even the slightest of muscles, apart from her regular breathing. Once more, the humidity dared to knock for entrance in his disposition, Goku was forced to blink everything back like before. It seemed that every time he looked down on her there was a dull ache in his chest, voices clouding in the back of his head. She was so delicate, the way her legs tilted over one another and the way her body turned under the sheets, made her appear as if she were carved out of the most tenuous of glass. This brought a shutter to his body, starting at the nape of his neck and exploding down at his spine. What a thought, it was downright ludicrous.
As the very thought of her being arranged from glass crept up into the most sacred parts of his sanity, Goku loosened his death-grip on her hand, he was now well aware that one misplaced squeeze and he could easily kill her, not that he ever would. Goku moved his eyes down to his hands, letting go of Bulma's hand all together. He turned his fists into open palms, the hands that had murdered millions, saved the lives of just as many. With one single motion, the woman at his side could nothing more than a pile of broken bones, shattering her into the death she fought off at the moment. Why would he do that? Why on Earth would anyone hurt such a visionary? He knew he had the strength to, with one hand he could eradicate her entirely. Yet even if it were her life or his, he would rather end himself then to ever bring harm to Bulma. Goku brought his hands to his lap over the carroty shade of his fighting GI, his eyes following in hot pursuit.
"Can't you remember anything? Won't you open your eyes?" His whisper came from his lips in a startled rasp, never looking up to face her. "For your children, your family." Goku returned his ablaze embers to the divinity on the divan next to him. He paused, and leaned down near her, brining his essence down until it was neighboring her own, and catching her hand in his yet again. "For me."
That was the last thing he remembered when he brought his forehead down to touch her hand entwine with his, laying on the comfort of the bed. Then at last Goku managed to shut his eyes in release, the darkness dulling the pain of being awake. He dreamt of a place where his pleas of her awakening were no longer the lullabies that soothed her to the imprisonment of her own insanity.
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Being the heavy sleeper that he usually was, the fact that awakening him was the feather like clatter of ruffling sheets only inches away from his face was rather shocking. Goku fasten his eyes into a bunch, opening them seconds later, trying to adjust his eyes to the vividness of the new light brought to his attention. Now, to search for the source that had made him wake up in the first place.
"Ano..." Goku looked around, not finding a thing. Nothing, not even Bulma lying at his side. "BULMA?!" He started to push the covers aside, the naïve side of him thinking that she might be buried under the title wave of snow- white silk. Parting the covers with his hands, Goku was shocked to find that she was no where. "BULMA?!" Pure adrenaline pumping through his veins.
Suddenly, everything around him started to slow down in a heavenly pace, tranquillity talking over the oddly white room all over again. There was the figure that he had been looking fore, hunched up in the corner near the headboard of the oak bed. The female hugged her knees up to her chest, her over sized shirt hanging loosely off of her body, putting her knees and legs on display, and it even seemed that her frame was shaking.
"Bulma...?"
A pair of immense nautical eyes glanced up at the speaking male, yet she never replied to his comment. Rather she tugged at her knees, delivering them as close as possible to her body. She could feel him watching and waiting for any type of reaction, still everything could not register in her mind.
Leaving her to her thoughts for the time being, Goku gave up on receiving a reaction from Bulma so he brought himself up from his chair and sat at the edge of the bed. There was the slightest trace of humor in his eyes. "Bulma! I can't believe you're awake!!" The sleep, which had previously dawned on him, was no where near his appearance now.
But however pleased he seemed to be now that she was awake, it all disappeared with twice the speed once he noticed she was better off asleep. For her previously shut eyes were now wide open, confirming his worse type of fears. Goku found his hands shaking as he kept eyes on Bulma, still hoping for a change. Discouragement greeted him with a vengeance in the form of her eyes, once blue, once vibrant, once so alive. Were it not for her pupils, her dim spears were better off dyed white; she was as comatose as she was colorless.
"Ah, Bulma?" Finally the foreboding feeling she was causing him began to wear off. "Can you hear me?"
His words flew on broken wings; she didn't even budge. Trying in vein to obtain some life from her, Goku conveyed his hand to touch her ivory flesh. The good news? She responded. The bad news? Her very fist sign of recognition to life outside of herself and it cleaved his heart to shreds. The second his hand was positioned within inches of her face, Bulma cringed as if his hands were burning hot coals.
"Bulma no, I was-" The dull ache had returned to his chest, a million times stronger each time that he focused on her, how she was trying as hard as she could to bring a distance between them. "I'm just-" Goku reached out to her again.
Has she any control over her voice, if she even had a voice, the Saiyan was sure Bulma would have screamed. Like an animal cowering in pure trepidation, her body was nearly one with her bed headboard. Her body was shaking vigorously, the little color left in her face and eyes managing to find a way to leave her again. Goku coped by controlling his face; that did not mean that his mind was not the one betraying him. The voices were back.... Would he cause his best friend to return to her statue-like state? Was she scared of him? And most importantly, why?!
"Bulma-Chan." Cooed Goku, leisurely closing the distance between them to show her that he meant her no harm. "Come here, I won't hurt you." As the words left his lips, he watched her eyes contract, a bit of normality returning to them.
An eternity past them, then her lips came apart and her sweet melody flowed from them like the choir of God. "Y-you....stayed w-with me.....a-all n- night?" If there was any emotion left in her voice, it was surprise. Her voice was small, shaking, candid and hardly above the softest of whispers.
In a flash of orange brilliance, he covered the vastness between them, sitting merely milliseconds away from her. Just the simple act of her speaking a simple phrase had brought an end to the pain, all because she was all right. Without having to think twice, Goku had wound both of his arms around Bulma. She let out the smallest of all sighs, her mounds of ocean hair cascading down Goku's back, while her cheek pressed to his stone shoulder.
"Of course I stayed!" For a brief second he pulled his best friend back by the shoulders, proving to her that their closeness was indeed real. Both of Goku's hands rested on either side of Bulma's plummeted shoulders, their eyes locked tightly. He took this time to examine pick apart the feelings in her soul through those profound crystal eyes of hers, his reward, nothing. It was still as if the inside of her was consumed, not the slightest trace of anything.
Bulma blinked; braking the staring match that she appeared to be having with Goku by sending her eyes down to the covers. Quickly, her face followed the downward motion. "G-gomen nasai...f-for making you stay."
Her words stunned him. "Nani?"
"Gomen, for everything. I don't remember what happened," Bulma admitted. "Demo...Ano...if you came down here, it must've been serious."
This time around, Bulma's words brought a genuine grin to his orifice. "Bulma, I would have been down here even if you had gotten a paper cut." Said Goku, through his smile. "Just to make sure you're ok." To his surprise, Bulma let a strong slash of crimson march on her cheeks. When her eyes met his a few minutes later it made him beam to see color gradually returning to her.
"Y-you're very...kind." Her voice was almost inaudible.
Goku knitted his eyebrows together, she was acting different. "Huh? There was nothing kind about it. You're my best friend, I have the right to worry about you."
When he spoke, it caused her to keep her eyes away from him even more. "O- oh."
All right, he decided, something really was going on here. And he was going to get to the bottom of this. Was she hurt? Could she stand? What was bothering her? "Bulma? What's wrong."
She snapped her head up at the sound of what she assumed must have been her name; it had been called an awful lot of times, so she gathered that was what people called her. "............." Just because she looked up, didn't mean she was going to answer him right away. Even if she had had the intentions on answering the kind stranger, her voiced failed her all together.
Goku looked at her questioningly.
"G-gomen, I....I...." She paused for a moment, clearing her throat in a soundless motion. "I c-can't seem to remember....who you are."
His smile faded, his eyes shook, he released Bulma. "You what?!"
Judging that her words had upset the foreigner, Bulma fixed her eyes on a painting hanging above a desk on the other side of the white room. "I can't seem to remember you." Said Bulma, her voice this time was perfect, never once wavering.
Had it not been for his pride, Goku would have stood up and destroyed something. He shut his eyes tightly, bunching his hands up into balls. He had to have been dreaming...he had to...yeah that was it, he was dreaming.... Dreaming....
"Ano...."
"Nani?!" Nevertheless, he never opened his eyes.
Bulma rubbed her temples with one of her pale fingers, letting her eyelids close over her eyes for a second or two before opening them again. "E- everything is fuzzy." Came her strained reply. "T-there are t-things I can't remember....others that f-flash back and forth..."
Goku glared up at her, to their surprise his eyes were as narrow as slits. Bulma felt forced to brake the glower again, her eyes landed in refuge on the open window. The sun was starting to peak up on the horizon. "How can you not remember?" Goku growled something he rarely did.
"I-I don't know." She felt scared, alone, like a child having done wrong.
Her guest moved closer to her, this time, she did not move one bit. Rather Bulma found herself motionless, a gulp passing down her peach-colored throat. His face was inches away from her own again, she brought her hand up to touch his tan cheek, hoping that with the action of contact something would be sparked in her memory that was flashing on and off like a burning light bulb. "Believe me, I want to remember you." Bulma spoke from her heart, she closed her eyes to listen to it. "I have hurt you, haven't I?"
OF COURSE YOU HAVE! He wanted to yell at her. But Goku knew better than that, this was not Bulma's fault. She had no control over these things. Goku sighed, if anyone was at responsibility in this set of unfortunate circumstances it was the Saiyan no Ouji, Vegeta.
"Shh, we'll work on this."
She found herself wound up in his arms again, in the short time it was something she had gotten accustomed to. Had no one ever held her that way before....?? "Help me remember." She pushed onto her knees, so that she was finally eye-level with the much taller male holding her.
Goku pulled back, seriously looking at her, was helping her something he could do? "What is it?"
No reply...just actions. Her arms tugged at his neck, demanding him closer to her. "J-just this..." her mind flickered. "Just hold..." Then there came no more words. When Goku stole a glimpse of her out of the corner of his shadowy eyes, it almost looked as if she were sleeping again. Just when he had thoughts of bringing up his hand to touch her, Bulma jerked out of his arms, looking up at him, color flashing in and out of her eyes in bursts of sparkle and shadow.
"Are you feeling better now?"
Bulma tried her damnedest to make her slender hand come to push a few strands of her bands out of her face. Her hand was a few seconds shy of its destination when Goku finished of the favor with his larger hand. The blue smoothness flowed like water through his touch. "I-I g-guess I'm...ok..." Bulma let her eyes shut slowly at Goku's touch, she sought to memorize everything going on around her. There was something going on, she couldn't seem to keep things in her mind for more than a couple of minutes. She had already forgotten how she had gotten there, then it dawned on her...and then it vanished. "....now..."
He traced his fingers from her nose to her chin, cupping her face delicately in his hand. "Good." Goku followed the comment with his famous smile.
Out of all the times that he had looked at Bulma and smiled in the past years of knowing her, there was something that gave the impression that this time was different. Something was not setting right' there was a change. Focusing her eyes on Goku, Bulma swore the air around her tightened. "I'm glad you're feeling better." Goku interrupted her current train of thought. Before she could find her voice to respond, Goku had once again wrapped her into his arms. Bulma's head fell into the crock of his neck and shoulder he whispered in her ear. "I was really worried about you."
Shutters were sent down her spine, Bulma felt like she was about to melt in his arms. "Gomen." Her voice broke.
"Oh hey, no you don't have to apologize." Gently he moved his arms down around her lower back, trying to calm her. But it didn't go as he had planned; she began to shake more than ever. "Shhhh." It was then that he recognized the fact that the angel in his arms was crying. "You're gonna be ok Bulma. Shhhh."
Racked with her own sobs, with her voice quaking as well, Bulma said to Goku, "I won't be ok!" each of her words were followed by a heart wrenching sob. "I can't remember a thing!" She buried her face in the fabric of his orange GI. "I worried you, I hurt you! I could read it all!"
Goku relocated his hand up from around her waist, running his fingers through her aquatic silk of her hair. For a moment, she stiffened at his touch as if he were going to do something to her, something to bring destruction to her. Then cautiously she learned to relax around him. Goku pulled her closer, knowing that was she needed right now was to get all of the tears out of her system and for someone to just hold her.
"Shhhh." He rolled his lips together, bringing his own cheek to rest on her hair. "It's best you don't remember what had happened."
Bulma moved her face up, not bothering to pull away from Goku this time, tears ran down her cheeks like rivers of inner turmoil. "Please Goku. Tell me, what happened." She drew in a gasp, cutting it in half every time she sobbed. Her small hands were brought up to his face, one hand on either side of his lean façade. "Tell me please." This time, it seemed that they had gotten closer.
Her hands kissed down on his face, cold as ice, yet hotter than hell. Goku wasn't fully aware of their closeness and the ways it could have been misinterpreted until he felt the tip of her nose brush against his own; her impassioned breath lingering on his upper lip. Ok...he knew that now they were too close, and yet, there was nothing he could do to move. "Bulma..."
"Tell me." Bulma shut her eyes, ending their silent debate on their intimacy by pressing her forehead to his own, keeping her hands on his visage. Her eyes only snapped open once, brilliant blue on endless ebony, that was when they were looking dead into Goku's own. "What's going on here?" Her entreaty was expressed almost wordlessly, as unspoken as their own uncertainty.
This was wrong, this was confusing, this was....something he was not even going to try to stop; he knew it was beyond his power. Goku cleared his throat, trying like hell not to move and finish this deed. But it was impossible, he couldn't think stright, not with a dazed blue-haired deity kneeling in front of him with her face less than 2 seconds away from his own 2 seconds away from his eyes...his lips. He tried to shake his head, those thoughts had to go. "What happened? What's going on." Her voice rang like heaven as she hardly rasped it out of her mouth, her cheery-pale lips trembling for a second. Oh what he wouldn't give to end their wavering. All he had to do was lean down and...
"Yes Kakkarot," A third voice chimed in, gruff and enraged. "What the fuck is going on here?"
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