Phobia
Agent 182: Whew sorry about the last chapter taking so long, fanfic.net wouldn't put it up I guess it was having difficulties. Thanks for the reviews ^_^. So here's the next chapter, I hope you love it.
Chapter 8: Carnage
I pulled the thin blankets closer. Brr, it's cold in here. If I'm freezing then the others probably feel the same. I had better go turn on the heater. I pushed off the light blue blankets and got out of bed, grabbing my robe off its hanger. I slipped it on and padded towards the door, it slid open. Piccolo and Vegeta are probably still outside retrieving the dragonballs.
Vegeta . . .
I can't believe I let him get away. I have the strangest feeling that I'm still in love with him. I keep repeating the question but it never gets an answer. I'm scared of what the answer might be. He loves Goku and I can't change that. Maybe if Goku died he'd come back to me but- WHAT AM I THINKING? UGH! Goku is going to have his child in about 2 months. It's strange thou, knowing the man I was in love with and had a child with is having another child with my best friend, who is a guy. I headed down the hall; the only sound was the slight humming of the engine and another's soft steps. Someone else is up. The sound of a door opening reached my ears and so did the scream that followed it. My sky blue eyes instantly went wide. That voice belonged to one person.
Vegeta!
I raced down the hall, almost tripping on the fabric of my robe. Goku's door was open. I could hear low cries coming from the room. I peered into the open door. Vegeta was holding Goku in his arms, his tears soaking into Goku's ebony hair.
Oh no . . .
Blood covered the bed and Vegeta's bare arms. I choked back sobs as I entered the room. "Vegeta." I whispered as I walked along the bed. Vegeta clutched tighter to Goku, his sobs growing louder. I felt overwhelmed with nausea as I saw some of the gruesome scene. I knife laid on the bloody pillow, the pillow next to it, the one Goku most likely had been sleeping on was drenched with crimson. Is- is Goku dead? "What-what happened?" I stuttered.
"Kak-kakka-rot and-and the- baby are de-dead." He cried; more tears sprouted from his empty eyes. My heart pounded harder in my chest. .
"Vegeta I-" he turned and faced me. His eyes bloodshot and crystal still streamed down his face. No matter how much it hurt to see him in so much pain, it felt almost good to see Goku dead . . . NO! It doesn't. I don't like it . . . what if I do? Am I really happy he's dead?
Yes, yes I am.
Vegeta's eyes went wide as he actually looked at me. "Bulma- you-you did this?" It wasn't a question; he was accusing me.
"No, why would I-" My eyes drifted to where his stared, I gasped. Scarlet covered my robe and hands. The dark Sayian blood dripped down my fingers and onto the floor. Oh, shit! I killed Goku and the baby. No, I- I'd remember if I did. "No- I-I didn't hurt Goku or the baby!"
You-" His jaw tightened. He placed his dead mate onto the bed. Blood poured from his stomach, mouth, and other parts of his body were deep gashes were. Black and purple bruises lined his neck and wrists.
Vegeta turned back towards me. Oh crap, he's going to kill me.
His lips raised in disgust. "I knew you wanted him dead."
It was Videl, I could never do such a thing, she must have set me up. "No- it-it was Videl. I couldn't have-"
He cut me off as he got off the bed. "LIAR!" He looked rather weak, he was breathing heavily. "You waned him dead so you could have me back!" He inched closer.
My breathing hitched, "No it's not true."
"Yes it is! You waited until I was off the space ship and you came in here and killed my defenseless mate, he thought he could trust you. You also killed my unborn child. What did the child do? Nothing! What did Kakkarot do? Nothing! The man I am bonded to is dead, do you know what this means?" I stepped back fearfully. He coughed and his chest heaved for a moment. He looks sick . . .
"No-"
"I'm going to die! I can't live very long without my mate." I gasped. No- not Vegeta. "And do you know what I'm going to do to you?" My eyes widen at the statement. Only one thought came to my mind.
"Ki-kill me." I was asking him to kill me. I can't live knowing I did this. A tear crept down my cheek.
"No. I think I'll let you live. I will not lower myself to your level again. I think you should tell the others, to see what they think should be done. They'll probably kill you." He suddenly grasped my arm the bone cracking. I cried out at the sudden pain. I pulled away.
"No- please I don't want to die!" I haven't done all of the things that I wished to do. Have another child, grow old, and see my parents again. Trunks- oh Kami, what will Trunks think? He'll hate me. Vegeta hates me.
He pushed me out the door. "I bet that's what Kakkarot pleaded. But you showed no mercy. You are as bad as that bitch Videl!" No, I am nothing like her.
~ ~ ~
"Where are you going?" That's my voice!
"To find Vegeta." Goku? I glanced around as I was tugged down the hall. Vegeta didn't seem to hear it. It's must be memories of what I did.
"No you're not. HE'S MINE!"
"Bulma- what are you-"
"VEG-"
"SHUT THE HELL UP!"
~ ~ ~
Then it was silent again. I panted. NO, NO, NO! There was a sudden flash across my vision and everything replayed in my mind.
~ ~ ~
I stood in front of Goku's door, a grin on my face. Not just any grin, a sadistic grin. The blade in my hand gleamed as I placed it in the front pocket of my robe, concealing the weapon and the roll of duck tape. The door slid up and I silently moved inside. The Sayian on the bed eyes fluttered open. A smile grazed his lips as he saw me. He had no idea as of what I was going to do to him and his child. My heart leaped as I stood next to him. His eyes were so innocent, so much like a child's.
"Hey Bulma."
"How are you feeling?" I didn't really care. I wanted him to think I wasn't going to do anything. But why would I? I'm his friend. I've known him since he was 12. He trusts me with all his secrets, well if he had any he would.
"I'm okay but my stomach still hurts really bad. It keeps on tightening up." He sat up in the bed his eyes watching mine. He pushed off the blankets, he was only dressed in his boxer, but he didn't seem to care. The usual chiseled muscles on his stomach were now less formed and his stomach had a slight bulge. He moved towards the door, now's my chance. I followed him, curious to where he thought he was going.
"Where are you going?"
"To see Vegeta." He seemed uneasy about something, maybe he could smell my nervousness and excitement and was worried. He should be.
"No you're not. HE'S MINE!" I grabbed his arm roughly, my strength surpassing his. I shoved him onto the bed. He tried to scramble off the bed as I neared.
"Bulma- what are you-?" I silenced him with a smack across his face, the sound of my hand hitting his cheek and lip echoed throughout the room. His lip cracked, blood drained from it as he fell back onto the bed. His mouth opened into a shout "VEG-"
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" I clamped my hand over his mouth. He struggled to get free, clawing at me and punching me. But I felt nothing. I pulled the tape from my pocket with my free hand; he was trying to bite in to my hand that covered his mouth. I ignored it and the silent pleas. I unraveled some tape and placed it over his lips firmly. He shoved at me again, now both of my hands are free. I pulled both of his wrists together, holding them tightly with one hand. He was so weak; it was pathetic. Videl and I reduced the strongest man alive to nothing. Muffled words came from under the tape as I took the knife from my pocket. His eyes went wide; only I heard his soft cries.
"Please- I- don't- want- to- die." He pleaded silently as tears rained down his perfect skin. His legs kicked at me. So, I put my leg onto the bed and held his legs down easily. I raised the blade over his stomach; his muffled cries grew louder. But were lost in the tape. I brought the blade down and imbedded it into the tender flesh of his stomach. It jumped at the sudden pain. His cries of agony were heard by only me. I almost cringed at his screams. He tried to move away but only caused himself more pain as the blade started to shift. I watched the dark blood roll off the skin of his stomach. It bubbled around the blade. I needed to make sure the child was indeed dead. I jerked the blade up, tearing the flesh.
My grip on his wrist tightened, bruises now appearing. More blood flowed down his milky skin.
His eyes closed as he tried to shut out the pain. No, can't have that. Now I have to kill the only witness to the crime. I gazed down at Goku. Even when he was in utter agony, he was still strangely beautiful. Just like my Vegeta. Now I see why Videl did it. Why she killed innocent people to get to Goku. I feel the same about Vegeta. I would do anything to have him back.
My eyes went to Goku's, they begged for me to stop, but I was only beginning. I pulled the knife out slowly.
Prolonging the pain
His stomach shuddered in pain, his body relaxed.
Good boy
I smirked as I tightened my grip on his wrists. The bones snapping. He howled in pain and his eyes shifted away from mine. I decided to see how much pain a Sayian can handle. I ran the blade across his upper arm, reopening the wound Videl had inflicted a few months ago. Blood raced onto the blankets on the bed. I chuckled and cut along other parts of his body, his sobbing continued. "Poor little Goku" I whispered, he didn't answer back. He couldn't.
I hoisted myself onto his chest; he once again tried to get away. What was the point in it? He couldn't escape me. "Now Goku, I don't understand why you're still putting up a fight. You're half dead. Even if you did get away, you wouldn't get far. You'd bleed out before you found Vegeta." I set the blade on the pillow next to his, his tear filled eyes moved back to mine, asking why? "Hmm." I brushed the hair away from his face, "You look just like him, almost. He hides his emotions though. You don't. I could use a protractor and measure all the angles of his face. You're face is more curved. You're opposites. But opposites attract right?" he didn't answer. I snorted and continued. "How should I kill you?" I swirled my fingers in his blood painting intricate designs on his smooth skin. He coughed under the tape, his mouth was filling with blood, I could hear the soft gurgling sounds. I can choke him to death.
Slow and painful
I brought my hands to the tape and swiftly pulled it off. He gasped, blood poured out of his mouth as he coughed. It splattered onto my face, but I quickly removed the droplets.
"Bul-Bulma- plea-please-don't- please-sto-stop" he sobbed.
"I don't think so."
"Vegeta- will- find- out- that you- that you- did- this-."
"No he won't Videl did it. That's what he'll think."
"No- Videl wouldn't kill me on purpose. She loves-"
"Shut up." He stopped, but his warm tears continued to fall. I let his hands go and placed mine on his throat. Clamping down as hard as I could. He gasped and weakly tried to pry my hands off.
I brought my lips down to his and pressed them to his. Tasting the blood and his sweet skin. Vegeta didn't taste sweet; he was tangy. Another difference. I slowly pulled away as his struggling slowed. "Good night sweet Goku."
His mouthed moved, trying to say something to me. He wanted me to stop. He wanted the pain to stop. Then I'd do as he requested. His eyes started to roll back. With one final burst of energy, he almost bucked me off. But my grip was tight. He will not escape. I could feel his heart beating under me. It slowly ceased. His hands fell to his sides. His eyes not staring accusingly at me anymore. I chuckled and crawled off his cooling body. I looked back at my masterpiece as I exited the room.
Beautiful.
~ ~ ~
I snapped back into reality as Vegeta stopped moving. I looked at him, my eyes full of tears. No, I'm evil. I killed my best friend. I tortured him. I am a monster.
A low gasp came from Vegeta and he let go of my arm and stumbled to the floor. "Kaka-Kakkarot." He wheezed and collapsed in an unmoving heap.
"NOOO!" I shouted and pulled him into my arms. "Vegeta, no, come back. I'm so sorry. I- I love you!" I cried. A calm voice caused me to look up. Videl stood over us, a smirk on her face; her cobalt eyes sparkled.
Was it all a dream? Oh Kami, I hope so.
"Hmm, an interesting turn of events. You're still in love with him. You hide it so well. I think you would kill Goku. I'd kill you right now, but I have plans for you. Sorry, but you get to live."
"Is it true?"
"What?" Videl growled and crossed her arms. Her eyes were on Vegeta's unmoving body.
"If Goku dies than Vegeta dies?"
"Yes, it goes the opposite way too."
"If Vegeta dies Goku does. That explains why he's still alive."
Videl stepped closer to me. "Yes, that's the only reason. I can get him close to death though. He's not as lucky as you think."
"Why are you keeping me alive?" I asked, she turned away and took a step towards the opposite direction.
"I have my reasons." She turned back, her eyes seemed sad. "Just-just don't hurt Goku. I don't design the dreams, you do. Your fears or desires control them. I just like to sneak in. If you lay a finger or anything on him. You touch him; you kiss him- I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU DO TO HIM. If he doesn't want it, I will make your life hell. Not a living hell, but HELL! Remember that." She turned back the other way.
"Then why are you hurting him like this?" She paused her head hung.
"You know why. I love him . . . you can wake up now Bulma." Her voice seemed to crack, as if she was crying. She continued down the hall and out of sight.
I sighed and looked down at Vegeta again. Everything blurred and went black.
To
Be
Continued . . .
Agent 182: Oh, good chapter. I personally loved it. A little more insight on Videl. She's pretty messed up. No one can hurt Goku but her. Jeez. She's mental and was crying.
Bulma still loves Vegeta.
Complicated.
This has nothing to do with this but I have another fic up it's called 'a box full of sharp objects' it's angst/romance. If that interests you, you should read it. It's very depressing and sad. It's Goku/Vegeta and has no horror in it. Suspense. But no horror. I personally think it's written better than this but; I'll let you decide.
It would be nice if you reviewed, I really like to know what you think. And to my reviewers Nelia and Dreamer, you kick Videl's ass. ^_~ Thanks for reading. You rock.
Agent 182: Whew sorry about the last chapter taking so long, fanfic.net wouldn't put it up I guess it was having difficulties. Thanks for the reviews ^_^. So here's the next chapter, I hope you love it.
Chapter 8: Carnage
I pulled the thin blankets closer. Brr, it's cold in here. If I'm freezing then the others probably feel the same. I had better go turn on the heater. I pushed off the light blue blankets and got out of bed, grabbing my robe off its hanger. I slipped it on and padded towards the door, it slid open. Piccolo and Vegeta are probably still outside retrieving the dragonballs.
Vegeta . . .
I can't believe I let him get away. I have the strangest feeling that I'm still in love with him. I keep repeating the question but it never gets an answer. I'm scared of what the answer might be. He loves Goku and I can't change that. Maybe if Goku died he'd come back to me but- WHAT AM I THINKING? UGH! Goku is going to have his child in about 2 months. It's strange thou, knowing the man I was in love with and had a child with is having another child with my best friend, who is a guy. I headed down the hall; the only sound was the slight humming of the engine and another's soft steps. Someone else is up. The sound of a door opening reached my ears and so did the scream that followed it. My sky blue eyes instantly went wide. That voice belonged to one person.
Vegeta!
I raced down the hall, almost tripping on the fabric of my robe. Goku's door was open. I could hear low cries coming from the room. I peered into the open door. Vegeta was holding Goku in his arms, his tears soaking into Goku's ebony hair.
Oh no . . .
Blood covered the bed and Vegeta's bare arms. I choked back sobs as I entered the room. "Vegeta." I whispered as I walked along the bed. Vegeta clutched tighter to Goku, his sobs growing louder. I felt overwhelmed with nausea as I saw some of the gruesome scene. I knife laid on the bloody pillow, the pillow next to it, the one Goku most likely had been sleeping on was drenched with crimson. Is- is Goku dead? "What-what happened?" I stuttered.
"Kak-kakka-rot and-and the- baby are de-dead." He cried; more tears sprouted from his empty eyes. My heart pounded harder in my chest. .
"Vegeta I-" he turned and faced me. His eyes bloodshot and crystal still streamed down his face. No matter how much it hurt to see him in so much pain, it felt almost good to see Goku dead . . . NO! It doesn't. I don't like it . . . what if I do? Am I really happy he's dead?
Yes, yes I am.
Vegeta's eyes went wide as he actually looked at me. "Bulma- you-you did this?" It wasn't a question; he was accusing me.
"No, why would I-" My eyes drifted to where his stared, I gasped. Scarlet covered my robe and hands. The dark Sayian blood dripped down my fingers and onto the floor. Oh, shit! I killed Goku and the baby. No, I- I'd remember if I did. "No- I-I didn't hurt Goku or the baby!"
You-" His jaw tightened. He placed his dead mate onto the bed. Blood poured from his stomach, mouth, and other parts of his body were deep gashes were. Black and purple bruises lined his neck and wrists.
Vegeta turned back towards me. Oh crap, he's going to kill me.
His lips raised in disgust. "I knew you wanted him dead."
It was Videl, I could never do such a thing, she must have set me up. "No- it-it was Videl. I couldn't have-"
He cut me off as he got off the bed. "LIAR!" He looked rather weak, he was breathing heavily. "You waned him dead so you could have me back!" He inched closer.
My breathing hitched, "No it's not true."
"Yes it is! You waited until I was off the space ship and you came in here and killed my defenseless mate, he thought he could trust you. You also killed my unborn child. What did the child do? Nothing! What did Kakkarot do? Nothing! The man I am bonded to is dead, do you know what this means?" I stepped back fearfully. He coughed and his chest heaved for a moment. He looks sick . . .
"No-"
"I'm going to die! I can't live very long without my mate." I gasped. No- not Vegeta. "And do you know what I'm going to do to you?" My eyes widen at the statement. Only one thought came to my mind.
"Ki-kill me." I was asking him to kill me. I can't live knowing I did this. A tear crept down my cheek.
"No. I think I'll let you live. I will not lower myself to your level again. I think you should tell the others, to see what they think should be done. They'll probably kill you." He suddenly grasped my arm the bone cracking. I cried out at the sudden pain. I pulled away.
"No- please I don't want to die!" I haven't done all of the things that I wished to do. Have another child, grow old, and see my parents again. Trunks- oh Kami, what will Trunks think? He'll hate me. Vegeta hates me.
He pushed me out the door. "I bet that's what Kakkarot pleaded. But you showed no mercy. You are as bad as that bitch Videl!" No, I am nothing like her.
~ ~ ~
"Where are you going?" That's my voice!
"To find Vegeta." Goku? I glanced around as I was tugged down the hall. Vegeta didn't seem to hear it. It's must be memories of what I did.
"No you're not. HE'S MINE!"
"Bulma- what are you-"
"VEG-"
"SHUT THE HELL UP!"
~ ~ ~
Then it was silent again. I panted. NO, NO, NO! There was a sudden flash across my vision and everything replayed in my mind.
~ ~ ~
I stood in front of Goku's door, a grin on my face. Not just any grin, a sadistic grin. The blade in my hand gleamed as I placed it in the front pocket of my robe, concealing the weapon and the roll of duck tape. The door slid up and I silently moved inside. The Sayian on the bed eyes fluttered open. A smile grazed his lips as he saw me. He had no idea as of what I was going to do to him and his child. My heart leaped as I stood next to him. His eyes were so innocent, so much like a child's.
"Hey Bulma."
"How are you feeling?" I didn't really care. I wanted him to think I wasn't going to do anything. But why would I? I'm his friend. I've known him since he was 12. He trusts me with all his secrets, well if he had any he would.
"I'm okay but my stomach still hurts really bad. It keeps on tightening up." He sat up in the bed his eyes watching mine. He pushed off the blankets, he was only dressed in his boxer, but he didn't seem to care. The usual chiseled muscles on his stomach were now less formed and his stomach had a slight bulge. He moved towards the door, now's my chance. I followed him, curious to where he thought he was going.
"Where are you going?"
"To see Vegeta." He seemed uneasy about something, maybe he could smell my nervousness and excitement and was worried. He should be.
"No you're not. HE'S MINE!" I grabbed his arm roughly, my strength surpassing his. I shoved him onto the bed. He tried to scramble off the bed as I neared.
"Bulma- what are you-?" I silenced him with a smack across his face, the sound of my hand hitting his cheek and lip echoed throughout the room. His lip cracked, blood drained from it as he fell back onto the bed. His mouth opened into a shout "VEG-"
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" I clamped my hand over his mouth. He struggled to get free, clawing at me and punching me. But I felt nothing. I pulled the tape from my pocket with my free hand; he was trying to bite in to my hand that covered his mouth. I ignored it and the silent pleas. I unraveled some tape and placed it over his lips firmly. He shoved at me again, now both of my hands are free. I pulled both of his wrists together, holding them tightly with one hand. He was so weak; it was pathetic. Videl and I reduced the strongest man alive to nothing. Muffled words came from under the tape as I took the knife from my pocket. His eyes went wide; only I heard his soft cries.
"Please- I- don't- want- to- die." He pleaded silently as tears rained down his perfect skin. His legs kicked at me. So, I put my leg onto the bed and held his legs down easily. I raised the blade over his stomach; his muffled cries grew louder. But were lost in the tape. I brought the blade down and imbedded it into the tender flesh of his stomach. It jumped at the sudden pain. His cries of agony were heard by only me. I almost cringed at his screams. He tried to move away but only caused himself more pain as the blade started to shift. I watched the dark blood roll off the skin of his stomach. It bubbled around the blade. I needed to make sure the child was indeed dead. I jerked the blade up, tearing the flesh.
My grip on his wrist tightened, bruises now appearing. More blood flowed down his milky skin.
His eyes closed as he tried to shut out the pain. No, can't have that. Now I have to kill the only witness to the crime. I gazed down at Goku. Even when he was in utter agony, he was still strangely beautiful. Just like my Vegeta. Now I see why Videl did it. Why she killed innocent people to get to Goku. I feel the same about Vegeta. I would do anything to have him back.
My eyes went to Goku's, they begged for me to stop, but I was only beginning. I pulled the knife out slowly.
Prolonging the pain
His stomach shuddered in pain, his body relaxed.
Good boy
I smirked as I tightened my grip on his wrists. The bones snapping. He howled in pain and his eyes shifted away from mine. I decided to see how much pain a Sayian can handle. I ran the blade across his upper arm, reopening the wound Videl had inflicted a few months ago. Blood raced onto the blankets on the bed. I chuckled and cut along other parts of his body, his sobbing continued. "Poor little Goku" I whispered, he didn't answer back. He couldn't.
I hoisted myself onto his chest; he once again tried to get away. What was the point in it? He couldn't escape me. "Now Goku, I don't understand why you're still putting up a fight. You're half dead. Even if you did get away, you wouldn't get far. You'd bleed out before you found Vegeta." I set the blade on the pillow next to his, his tear filled eyes moved back to mine, asking why? "Hmm." I brushed the hair away from his face, "You look just like him, almost. He hides his emotions though. You don't. I could use a protractor and measure all the angles of his face. You're face is more curved. You're opposites. But opposites attract right?" he didn't answer. I snorted and continued. "How should I kill you?" I swirled my fingers in his blood painting intricate designs on his smooth skin. He coughed under the tape, his mouth was filling with blood, I could hear the soft gurgling sounds. I can choke him to death.
Slow and painful
I brought my hands to the tape and swiftly pulled it off. He gasped, blood poured out of his mouth as he coughed. It splattered onto my face, but I quickly removed the droplets.
"Bul-Bulma- plea-please-don't- please-sto-stop" he sobbed.
"I don't think so."
"Vegeta- will- find- out- that you- that you- did- this-."
"No he won't Videl did it. That's what he'll think."
"No- Videl wouldn't kill me on purpose. She loves-"
"Shut up." He stopped, but his warm tears continued to fall. I let his hands go and placed mine on his throat. Clamping down as hard as I could. He gasped and weakly tried to pry my hands off.
I brought my lips down to his and pressed them to his. Tasting the blood and his sweet skin. Vegeta didn't taste sweet; he was tangy. Another difference. I slowly pulled away as his struggling slowed. "Good night sweet Goku."
His mouthed moved, trying to say something to me. He wanted me to stop. He wanted the pain to stop. Then I'd do as he requested. His eyes started to roll back. With one final burst of energy, he almost bucked me off. But my grip was tight. He will not escape. I could feel his heart beating under me. It slowly ceased. His hands fell to his sides. His eyes not staring accusingly at me anymore. I chuckled and crawled off his cooling body. I looked back at my masterpiece as I exited the room.
Beautiful.
~ ~ ~
I snapped back into reality as Vegeta stopped moving. I looked at him, my eyes full of tears. No, I'm evil. I killed my best friend. I tortured him. I am a monster.
A low gasp came from Vegeta and he let go of my arm and stumbled to the floor. "Kaka-Kakkarot." He wheezed and collapsed in an unmoving heap.
"NOOO!" I shouted and pulled him into my arms. "Vegeta, no, come back. I'm so sorry. I- I love you!" I cried. A calm voice caused me to look up. Videl stood over us, a smirk on her face; her cobalt eyes sparkled.
Was it all a dream? Oh Kami, I hope so.
"Hmm, an interesting turn of events. You're still in love with him. You hide it so well. I think you would kill Goku. I'd kill you right now, but I have plans for you. Sorry, but you get to live."
"Is it true?"
"What?" Videl growled and crossed her arms. Her eyes were on Vegeta's unmoving body.
"If Goku dies than Vegeta dies?"
"Yes, it goes the opposite way too."
"If Vegeta dies Goku does. That explains why he's still alive."
Videl stepped closer to me. "Yes, that's the only reason. I can get him close to death though. He's not as lucky as you think."
"Why are you keeping me alive?" I asked, she turned away and took a step towards the opposite direction.
"I have my reasons." She turned back, her eyes seemed sad. "Just-just don't hurt Goku. I don't design the dreams, you do. Your fears or desires control them. I just like to sneak in. If you lay a finger or anything on him. You touch him; you kiss him- I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU DO TO HIM. If he doesn't want it, I will make your life hell. Not a living hell, but HELL! Remember that." She turned back the other way.
"Then why are you hurting him like this?" She paused her head hung.
"You know why. I love him . . . you can wake up now Bulma." Her voice seemed to crack, as if she was crying. She continued down the hall and out of sight.
I sighed and looked down at Vegeta again. Everything blurred and went black.
To
Be
Continued . . .
Agent 182: Oh, good chapter. I personally loved it. A little more insight on Videl. She's pretty messed up. No one can hurt Goku but her. Jeez. She's mental and was crying.
Bulma still loves Vegeta.
Complicated.
This has nothing to do with this but I have another fic up it's called 'a box full of sharp objects' it's angst/romance. If that interests you, you should read it. It's very depressing and sad. It's Goku/Vegeta and has no horror in it. Suspense. But no horror. I personally think it's written better than this but; I'll let you decide.
It would be nice if you reviewed, I really like to know what you think. And to my reviewers Nelia and Dreamer, you kick Videl's ass. ^_~ Thanks for reading. You rock.