Tribulation
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Ryo Angel
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Vegeta trained in the GR room, pondering at Bulma's statement. He knew that she was abusing herself for many years now, how many, he didn't dare to comteplate. She's hurting inside. Drowning in her own sea of despair. He wondered if she'll ever open herself up willingly. Bare her soul to him and let him help her. He claimed her for his own, but she had yet to reciprocate. He paused, sweat running down his well-scuplted chest like raindrops. The gravity had gone back to normal. With a flicker of surprise, he looked through the tiny window to the control room and saw Bulma standing there, watching him, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. Without a word, he walked slowly to her and with a strangled sob, she wrapped her arms around him. He could feel her tenseness. Every muscle taunt with frustration. With pain. He stroked her hair and softly asked what was wrong. But she shook her head and buried herself into his arms. "Woman..." He whispered gently, "If you don't tell me, how am I going to help?"
"Just hold me..." She whispered, shaking slightly. She couldn't help it. Yamcha was coming over. After so long, he's coming over again. Wasn't it enough that he broke her heart? Wasn't it enough that she almost died for him? Nothing is ever enough for him! What did he want now? To rub her nose into whatever new relationship he's in now? She couldn't deal. She just couldn't deal. She needed something solid. Something real in her life. 'It's a lie...' She thought to herself when she felt Vegeta pressing a finger onto the mark he left on her, sending her into a more relaxed stance. 'But it's a lie I'm willing to believe... he won't hurt me...' But somewhere, an insistant voice stood out, 'He's a monster! He killed so many!' But Bulma didn't care. He stuck by her when she needed him most... but is he just another Yamcha? Is she just decieving herself? No! She tightened her hold on him, but her knees buckled as Vegeta applied pressure to her neck, moving his finger in circular motions. How could he do this to her? What method did he use?
"Feels good." She murmured as he scooped her up, his tongue darting out to lick the mark.
"Tell me what's wrong..." He whispered, walking upwards towards Capsule Corps. When she remained silent, he started nibbling on her neck, tantalizing her by scrapping his teeth close to her mark, but never close.
"Yamcha's coming over tomor... ohhhh... row" She moaned when he began to apply sweet suction.
Vegeta's thoughts were a mix of rage and concern. Rage for the human that imposed this on her. Concern for how well she'll stand after this ordeal. "I'll be here with you." He promised, kissing her mark before settling her down on her bed. "Get some sleep." He turned to leave, but her hand shot out and held onto his wrist. He turned back to look at her.
"Stay." She whispered, "Until I sleep." She scooted over for him. Nodding, he got into bed with her, scooping her back to him as he planted small kisses on her neck. He knew this wouldn't last. Her moods were sporadic. Almost anything could set her off. When he had tasted her, he only saw an inkling of what she was feeling before she closed herself off again. To not be born into a Saiyen world and already have the discipline and skill to put up barriers that tightly... Vegeta shuddered to think what she had gone through wholly. Soon he felt her body relax and though there were small periods of time when she shuddered, she breathed evenly. Pulling away, he
tucked her in, brushing away a stray hair and kissed her forehead.
"Sweet dreams, Angel." He said, inwardly cursing himself for being so sentimental. He walked out and closed the door gently behind him only to get a shock when he turned around, "Dende!" He yelped, "Trying to scare me?" He whispered to Bunny who stood just a few inches from him.
"I need to talk with you." She told him quietly.
"Nothing to talk about." He growled, about to walk away.
"Prince Vegetan of Vegeta-sei," He turned back and watched in amazement as she lowered herself until one knee almost touched the floor, her arms spread outwards, palms up. Her eyes closed, she tilted her head down and bowed, "I ask of thee, an attendence."
"How... how..." He quickly shut up and regained his composure, inserting the stone face that he had mastered from so many years ago. Inside, however, he was shaking with anxiety? Surprise? He wasn't sure what exactly he was feeling. He was sure that all Saiyens had died... and those that lived shouldn't know how to pay the proper attendance due to a Prince of Vegeta-sei... especially since this was the protocal his mother had wanted it. "Very well." He agreed, allowing her to rise. When he looked into her eyes, something in him gave a sharp twist. Those were his mother's eyes...
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The Fates spun my thread
And Life decided to kill me.
You were to be my salvation,
My only hope.
But you had left me in the light.
Just when I welcome the darkness,
You pushed me away.
So why come back for me now?
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The sunlight streamed into her room and she groaned, turning around to get away from the sun. It revealed too much of her. She doesn't want the sun. The light makes an actress out of her. She wants the darkness, the absolute. The end... no... she doesn't want the end... not now...
Someone knocked on the door, "Bulma?" Goku asked quietly, wondering if she was awake.
With a yawn, Bulma stretched out and reached for her wristband to hide her scars with... she couldn't find it. In a panic, she sat up and looked around. In its place was a note - 'Woman, you are going to have to face them sooner or later... tell them the truth.' The note was unsigned, but Bulma knew who it was. She knew she had to face them, but would she be able to? Mustering up her courage, she stood and pulled on a long robe, "Come in." She called out, getting back in bed.
Goku opened the door and stood at the threshold, peering in curiously. "You okay, Bulma?" He asked, very much like the little boy that Bulma had first met. She smiled, she could see it clearer now, the same spiky hair, the eyes... there was no way you could explain the height difference unless it was genetic and there was something about the way they both moved... the smirk. The facial structure... "Bulma?" He asked nervously.
She snapped out of her reviere and focused in on him, "I'm fine." She offered him a small smile. Innocent Goku... not a care in the world...
"Are you sure?" He asked upon entering, concern etched in his face, "Cause Vegeta seemed... worried..." He chose his words carefully. Thought the blood had dried, he could still smell it on her. Funny how he never noticed before... he felt like he failed her somehow. By not being there for her when she needed it... it was always the other way around. Sure, he rescues her when she's trapped inside a cave, took some hits for her, but she was like a mother hen to him - always feeding him, soothing him, basically taking care of him. He knew that she had took some serious
emotional issues for him. He was never meant to know, but Chi Chi told him after he found Bulma lying on his front porch with bruises on her otherwise perfect body. There was something about his past that he wasn't suppose to know. Not even Chi Chi knew what... well, he was determined to find out.
Bulma's mouth twitched, "Vegeta's always worried about something." She paused, having an internal debate of whether or not letting him know about her less then healthy habit. 'Courage, Woman! Courage!' She took a deep breath and stood up, showing her legs and earning a gasp from Goku. He knew that she was hurting. But he had no idea that it was this bad. "There's something I have to tell you."
"You... the scars..." He sputtered, eyes growing wider when she took off her robe, standing under his naked stare wearing only a thin tank top and shorts. He could see the scars that spiraled down her arms, like miniture tattoos, some disappeared underneath her top and shorts. Strangely enough, her skin remained smooth. There were no bumps or caves where the scars were. It was like someone had taken a brush and painted the designs on her. "How... who... why?" He asked hoarsely, his eyes trained on her with morbid fascination.
Bulma didn't know how to answer. "It's complicated." She told him, "And if I told you... I..." She was no fool. She knew how protective Goku was, just like his... just like Vegeta. If she told him that Yamcha had hurt her emotionally and this was the reason for her scars, he'll thrash the man. Even though the scars were her own choosing. Yamcha didn't really do anything to her. Nothing physical anyways... except for that one night... she turned away, she refuse to think about it. After all, it's in the past and he stopped before he could... before...
"Yamcha." There was cold fury in Goku's voice. When Bulma looked up, she could see the Saiyen part of him shining through. Nodding slowly, she wondered how he knew. "The bastard did this to you??" He hissed.
"How...?"
He held his anger in check to answer her, "I asked Chi Chi." Looking at her confused face, he broke into a soft smile, "Telepathy, you gotta love it."
Telepathy? Did it come from a bond? Then how come... Bulma didn't finish her thoughts when she saw Goku storm out the door, "You're not going to hurt him, are you?"
Stupid Woman! He thought, He hurt you so much and you're STILL protecting him? "No." Goku answered, "I won't kill him." I'll forego that pleasure to Vegeta...
The eldest Prince of Vegeta-sei sat outside waiting for him. His eyes met Goku and nodded, "She told you?"
"She showed me." Came the icy answer. And that was worst than just telling him. He saw her pain. And he knew who had caused it, "He should suffer."
"For his infidelity. For not noticing how much she needed love. For inflicting these emotions in her so she felt the urge to hurt herself." Vegeta nodded, "But the bastard didn't hurt her himself." And as if in an afterthought, "He didn't love her. I wonder if I should thank him..." If he had, than Vegeta would have had no chance. His Woman is faithful. That much he knew.
"Then we'll just hurt him." Goku's eyes shifted, "Pity."
Vegeta chuckled, "Your Saiyen spirit is showing through." But I rather you take after Mother more...
"And you are falling for an Earthling." Goku pointed out.
"Am I?" Vegeta studied Goku, noting the eager eyes and the smirk that lingered on his lips. It was not his imagination, around his waist curled a furry tail and his spiky black hair grew longer still. Yes, he was going to have to tell his brother soon. But not yet. There's still time until the full moon. Still time until they come to their full power.
Just then, a red convertible pulled up. A familiar mop of unruly black hair danced with the wind.
"Time to teach the bastard a lesson."
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Ohhh... what did Bunny speak to Vegeta about? Who exactly IS she? Is she really just an android like Bulma thought she was? Or is she MORE? *snickers* Bulma knows about Vegeta and Goku!! Ohhhh!!! ^^ Yes, there will be one more lemon chapter. I'm not sure how soon I can dish it out, but it's going to come. Bulma accepts Vegeta! Yay! Then she'll have the same control he has over her! Muwhahahahahaha!! Not that she doesn't already D *Holds up sign - Aren't I just the most innocent li'l aNgel you've ever seen?*
And what happened to my reviews?
Da Bomb - Oh, the angst is almost over. The storyline is going to be switching to Vegeta and Goku for a bit, then back to Bulma for the birth. But that's all I'm going to say..
Shea Loner - Next chapter. Promise.
mushi-azn - I'll continue with Chapter 8 when I figure out how to do mouse-overs... well, on my site anyways.
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Ryo Angel
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Vegeta trained in the GR room, pondering at Bulma's statement. He knew that she was abusing herself for many years now, how many, he didn't dare to comteplate. She's hurting inside. Drowning in her own sea of despair. He wondered if she'll ever open herself up willingly. Bare her soul to him and let him help her. He claimed her for his own, but she had yet to reciprocate. He paused, sweat running down his well-scuplted chest like raindrops. The gravity had gone back to normal. With a flicker of surprise, he looked through the tiny window to the control room and saw Bulma standing there, watching him, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. Without a word, he walked slowly to her and with a strangled sob, she wrapped her arms around him. He could feel her tenseness. Every muscle taunt with frustration. With pain. He stroked her hair and softly asked what was wrong. But she shook her head and buried herself into his arms. "Woman..." He whispered gently, "If you don't tell me, how am I going to help?"
"Just hold me..." She whispered, shaking slightly. She couldn't help it. Yamcha was coming over. After so long, he's coming over again. Wasn't it enough that he broke her heart? Wasn't it enough that she almost died for him? Nothing is ever enough for him! What did he want now? To rub her nose into whatever new relationship he's in now? She couldn't deal. She just couldn't deal. She needed something solid. Something real in her life. 'It's a lie...' She thought to herself when she felt Vegeta pressing a finger onto the mark he left on her, sending her into a more relaxed stance. 'But it's a lie I'm willing to believe... he won't hurt me...' But somewhere, an insistant voice stood out, 'He's a monster! He killed so many!' But Bulma didn't care. He stuck by her when she needed him most... but is he just another Yamcha? Is she just decieving herself? No! She tightened her hold on him, but her knees buckled as Vegeta applied pressure to her neck, moving his finger in circular motions. How could he do this to her? What method did he use?
"Feels good." She murmured as he scooped her up, his tongue darting out to lick the mark.
"Tell me what's wrong..." He whispered, walking upwards towards Capsule Corps. When she remained silent, he started nibbling on her neck, tantalizing her by scrapping his teeth close to her mark, but never close.
"Yamcha's coming over tomor... ohhhh... row" She moaned when he began to apply sweet suction.
Vegeta's thoughts were a mix of rage and concern. Rage for the human that imposed this on her. Concern for how well she'll stand after this ordeal. "I'll be here with you." He promised, kissing her mark before settling her down on her bed. "Get some sleep." He turned to leave, but her hand shot out and held onto his wrist. He turned back to look at her.
"Stay." She whispered, "Until I sleep." She scooted over for him. Nodding, he got into bed with her, scooping her back to him as he planted small kisses on her neck. He knew this wouldn't last. Her moods were sporadic. Almost anything could set her off. When he had tasted her, he only saw an inkling of what she was feeling before she closed herself off again. To not be born into a Saiyen world and already have the discipline and skill to put up barriers that tightly... Vegeta shuddered to think what she had gone through wholly. Soon he felt her body relax and though there were small periods of time when she shuddered, she breathed evenly. Pulling away, he
tucked her in, brushing away a stray hair and kissed her forehead.
"Sweet dreams, Angel." He said, inwardly cursing himself for being so sentimental. He walked out and closed the door gently behind him only to get a shock when he turned around, "Dende!" He yelped, "Trying to scare me?" He whispered to Bunny who stood just a few inches from him.
"I need to talk with you." She told him quietly.
"Nothing to talk about." He growled, about to walk away.
"Prince Vegetan of Vegeta-sei," He turned back and watched in amazement as she lowered herself until one knee almost touched the floor, her arms spread outwards, palms up. Her eyes closed, she tilted her head down and bowed, "I ask of thee, an attendence."
"How... how..." He quickly shut up and regained his composure, inserting the stone face that he had mastered from so many years ago. Inside, however, he was shaking with anxiety? Surprise? He wasn't sure what exactly he was feeling. He was sure that all Saiyens had died... and those that lived shouldn't know how to pay the proper attendance due to a Prince of Vegeta-sei... especially since this was the protocal his mother had wanted it. "Very well." He agreed, allowing her to rise. When he looked into her eyes, something in him gave a sharp twist. Those were his mother's eyes...
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The Fates spun my thread
And Life decided to kill me.
You were to be my salvation,
My only hope.
But you had left me in the light.
Just when I welcome the darkness,
You pushed me away.
So why come back for me now?
******************
The sunlight streamed into her room and she groaned, turning around to get away from the sun. It revealed too much of her. She doesn't want the sun. The light makes an actress out of her. She wants the darkness, the absolute. The end... no... she doesn't want the end... not now...
Someone knocked on the door, "Bulma?" Goku asked quietly, wondering if she was awake.
With a yawn, Bulma stretched out and reached for her wristband to hide her scars with... she couldn't find it. In a panic, she sat up and looked around. In its place was a note - 'Woman, you are going to have to face them sooner or later... tell them the truth.' The note was unsigned, but Bulma knew who it was. She knew she had to face them, but would she be able to? Mustering up her courage, she stood and pulled on a long robe, "Come in." She called out, getting back in bed.
Goku opened the door and stood at the threshold, peering in curiously. "You okay, Bulma?" He asked, very much like the little boy that Bulma had first met. She smiled, she could see it clearer now, the same spiky hair, the eyes... there was no way you could explain the height difference unless it was genetic and there was something about the way they both moved... the smirk. The facial structure... "Bulma?" He asked nervously.
She snapped out of her reviere and focused in on him, "I'm fine." She offered him a small smile. Innocent Goku... not a care in the world...
"Are you sure?" He asked upon entering, concern etched in his face, "Cause Vegeta seemed... worried..." He chose his words carefully. Thought the blood had dried, he could still smell it on her. Funny how he never noticed before... he felt like he failed her somehow. By not being there for her when she needed it... it was always the other way around. Sure, he rescues her when she's trapped inside a cave, took some hits for her, but she was like a mother hen to him - always feeding him, soothing him, basically taking care of him. He knew that she had took some serious
emotional issues for him. He was never meant to know, but Chi Chi told him after he found Bulma lying on his front porch with bruises on her otherwise perfect body. There was something about his past that he wasn't suppose to know. Not even Chi Chi knew what... well, he was determined to find out.
Bulma's mouth twitched, "Vegeta's always worried about something." She paused, having an internal debate of whether or not letting him know about her less then healthy habit. 'Courage, Woman! Courage!' She took a deep breath and stood up, showing her legs and earning a gasp from Goku. He knew that she was hurting. But he had no idea that it was this bad. "There's something I have to tell you."
"You... the scars..." He sputtered, eyes growing wider when she took off her robe, standing under his naked stare wearing only a thin tank top and shorts. He could see the scars that spiraled down her arms, like miniture tattoos, some disappeared underneath her top and shorts. Strangely enough, her skin remained smooth. There were no bumps or caves where the scars were. It was like someone had taken a brush and painted the designs on her. "How... who... why?" He asked hoarsely, his eyes trained on her with morbid fascination.
Bulma didn't know how to answer. "It's complicated." She told him, "And if I told you... I..." She was no fool. She knew how protective Goku was, just like his... just like Vegeta. If she told him that Yamcha had hurt her emotionally and this was the reason for her scars, he'll thrash the man. Even though the scars were her own choosing. Yamcha didn't really do anything to her. Nothing physical anyways... except for that one night... she turned away, she refuse to think about it. After all, it's in the past and he stopped before he could... before...
"Yamcha." There was cold fury in Goku's voice. When Bulma looked up, she could see the Saiyen part of him shining through. Nodding slowly, she wondered how he knew. "The bastard did this to you??" He hissed.
"How...?"
He held his anger in check to answer her, "I asked Chi Chi." Looking at her confused face, he broke into a soft smile, "Telepathy, you gotta love it."
Telepathy? Did it come from a bond? Then how come... Bulma didn't finish her thoughts when she saw Goku storm out the door, "You're not going to hurt him, are you?"
Stupid Woman! He thought, He hurt you so much and you're STILL protecting him? "No." Goku answered, "I won't kill him." I'll forego that pleasure to Vegeta...
The eldest Prince of Vegeta-sei sat outside waiting for him. His eyes met Goku and nodded, "She told you?"
"She showed me." Came the icy answer. And that was worst than just telling him. He saw her pain. And he knew who had caused it, "He should suffer."
"For his infidelity. For not noticing how much she needed love. For inflicting these emotions in her so she felt the urge to hurt herself." Vegeta nodded, "But the bastard didn't hurt her himself." And as if in an afterthought, "He didn't love her. I wonder if I should thank him..." If he had, than Vegeta would have had no chance. His Woman is faithful. That much he knew.
"Then we'll just hurt him." Goku's eyes shifted, "Pity."
Vegeta chuckled, "Your Saiyen spirit is showing through." But I rather you take after Mother more...
"And you are falling for an Earthling." Goku pointed out.
"Am I?" Vegeta studied Goku, noting the eager eyes and the smirk that lingered on his lips. It was not his imagination, around his waist curled a furry tail and his spiky black hair grew longer still. Yes, he was going to have to tell his brother soon. But not yet. There's still time until the full moon. Still time until they come to their full power.
Just then, a red convertible pulled up. A familiar mop of unruly black hair danced with the wind.
"Time to teach the bastard a lesson."
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Ohhh... what did Bunny speak to Vegeta about? Who exactly IS she? Is she really just an android like Bulma thought she was? Or is she MORE? *snickers* Bulma knows about Vegeta and Goku!! Ohhhh!!! ^^ Yes, there will be one more lemon chapter. I'm not sure how soon I can dish it out, but it's going to come. Bulma accepts Vegeta! Yay! Then she'll have the same control he has over her! Muwhahahahahaha!! Not that she doesn't already D *Holds up sign - Aren't I just the most innocent li'l aNgel you've ever seen?*
And what happened to my reviews?
Da Bomb - Oh, the angst is almost over. The storyline is going to be switching to Vegeta and Goku for a bit, then back to Bulma for the birth. But that's all I'm going to say..
Shea Loner - Next chapter. Promise.
mushi-azn - I'll continue with Chapter 8 when I figure out how to do mouse-overs... well, on my site anyways.