Maria: HI! THIS IS MY FIRST FIC! I HOPE YOU LIKE AND I DO NOT OWN DBZ AND
STUFF AND Y AM I TYPING IN ALL CAPS?!?! There...Megan is my friend from
school and stuff. So...yeah. *huggles Vegeta* Bulma needs to die.
Vegeta: O_o also, she forgot to mention this but, ah, Android 411 is just an android she made up, just in case anyone's confused
*****
He let out the final blow. She was too tired to dodge it, so she let it hit her in the face. She fell backwards, hitting the ground with great force. Vegeta rushed forward, eager to make her pain vanish. Android #411 smirked, his red eyes gleaming with pleasure. Vegeta lifted Raiko in his arms, her limp body seeming to melt into him. He looked down at her face with despair, then at 411 with hatred.
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Vegeta and the rest of the gang flew towards the nearest city, looking for a hospital. They were all beaten, slightly, but Vegeta held a woman that was barely hanging onto life. Her name was Raiko, and she seemed to be Vegeta's lover, though they never confessed it.
Vegeta was extremely pissed off. He never should've let Raiko take on 411. She had insisted that she show them what she could do, and in the beginning she did a lot of damage...until 411 used one of her attacks against her. Actually, it was also Vegeta's. It was the Big Bang attack. He was astonished after she used it, and VERY angry when 411 used it.
They landed in front of the hospital, entering through the emergency room doors. The doctors said she'd be fine after a few days, so they put her in a room on the thirteenth floor.
Vegeta sat at the desk next to her hospital bed, holding her bandaged hand. He didn't care that everyone else was watching him. After a couple minutes a nurse came and shooed them away. Vegeta wasn't about to be separated, though. He thought of a quick excuse, and thinking that this one was good enough, said,
"I'm her husband." He was blushing furiously. Fortunately, the nurse bought it, shrugged and started tending to Raiko.
After the nurse left, Vegeta turned on the TV. The news was on. It was showing images of the android destroying cities. Vegeta scowled, turning it off. He looked back at Raiko. She hadn't moved in a while. He took off one of his gloves and put his hand to her forehead. It was pretty hot. He frowned, wondering if she was sick. He shook his head. Sayians couldn't get sick.
He sat back in his chair, putting the glove back on his hand. He was getting really bored, but he wanted to stay with Raiko. He really wanted to show her that he cared for her. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier each second and he fell into a deep sleep, his head on his arms, on top of the desk. His dreams were strange.
He dreamt he was in a world where the entire human race and everyone else on Earth was gone. He was totally alone. He flew around ghost-like buildings and through abandoned houses. He felt vulnerable to something...but he didn't know what it was. As he flew through a big mansion, a picture frame caught his eye. He skidded to a halt and picked it up. He gasped.
It was a picture of him in a tuxedo and Raiko at his side, wearing a white dress with a veil. At the top were the words, "Just Married". He took the picture out of the frame and placed it in his pocket. He exited the house, expecting the outside world to be a city, but instead he was looking at an apartment door. He looked behind him, and there was a railing where the door to that house used to be. He turned back to the door and opened it.
Inside he smelled smoke and incense, he could even see it. Whoever lived in this house was a drug addict. He stepped into the dining room area. Instead of seeing a table and chairs, canvases and cans of paint and paintbrushes littered the floor. In the middle of the carpet there was a large, red spot where there must have been a paint spill. He looked at the painting hanging on the wall.
On a rather large canvass was the image of a woman ripping her own heart out. Her hair was in clumps as if most of it had been torn out. The image of blood flashed the surface of the painting, like it was a camera. The woman looked very sad, despite the fact she was in huge amounts of pain. Vegeta looked at the painting for a few moments longer, then, entirely grossed out, turned away and looked at the recent masterpiece.
The canvass was small, and Vegeta had to hold it up very close to see every detail. The background was black, like the other painting, and there was a small window in the right corner. He could make out a face of a small girl (or boy. He couldn't tell) looking up at the moon and stars outside, with a small tear running down his or her cheek. At the other side of the canvass was a knife. There was blood on it, and was held by a man who was kneeling over a slain woman. The man was very skinny and had black clothes and hair. A few tears ran down his cheeks as well. It looked as if he both killed the woman and now regretted it, or the murderer ran off and he picked up the knife, mourning over the loss of the woman. Vegeta set it down. Whoever painted these paintings was very depressed.
A sound of sobbing filled his ears. It was coming from down the hall, from a bedroom. He started walking towards the door, opening it and entering. A little boy was lying on his bed, crying. He had purple hair and looked very familiar. A woman who looked very much like Raiko sat at his bedside, also crying. She held a picture in her hands. She was whispering something that Vegeta could only barely hear,
"Vegeta...Vegeta, come back...why did you...why?" Vegeta's eyes widened. This woman was Raiko, and the little boy...his son? What was going on? He stumbled backwards into the hall. He fell backwards and hit his head on the wall. He frantically got up and scrambled for the door. As he crossed in front of the dining room, a screaming sound filled his ears. He clamped his hands over them in pain. It sounded like nails on a blackboard. He looked for what was making the noise, and recoiled in horror as he found it.
The woman from the first painting was on the floor, ripping her heart out as she did in the painting, except she was real. Her nails clawed at her open skin and her organs, her blood flowing dark and thick onto the carpet. Vegeta got up and, still with his hands over his ears, backed up against the window. Vegeta noticed that the canvass that held the image of the screaming woman on it was blank. Raiko and the little boy came running from down the hall, their hands over their ears as well.
"Mom, make it stop!" the boy yelled. Raiko rushed forward, her hands leaving her ears, and forming small balls of Ki. She threw them at the woman, but they went right through. The woman's image fuzzed like if she was on a TV screen. She never stopped screaming.
"What do you want from me?!" Raiko screamed at the woman, "What do you want from me, Bulma?! Why are you haunting me and Trunks?!" Bulma, the woman, ceased her suicide, and then turned on Raiko, her pupils retreating to the back of her head. She crawled on the ground towards Raiko, her nails ripped out and her skin rotted and bloody. Raiko jumped back, throwing her arms around her son.
Bulma came closer and closer every second. Raiko and Trunks got as far away from the crazy woman as possible, but they couldn't escape. The hair that was still on Bulma's head fell in front of her face like a blue wall. It was wet with blood. As she got closer to Raiko and Trunks, Vegeta couldn't hold back any longer. He leapt in front of Bulma, shielding Raiko and Trunks. Amazed expressions jumped onto their faces. Bulma withdrew as if she was struck by a bullet, screaming. She recovered herself and, still shrieking like a banshee, lunged at Vegeta, her hands outstretched to grab him. As she hit him, humongous amounts excruciating pain overwhelmed him and he woke up with a shout in a cold sweat on the hospital desk. It was dark out, and he saw food left for him next to his arm. He pushed it away. The thought of food make him want to throw up from what he just experienced.
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Vegeta: O_o also, she forgot to mention this but, ah, Android 411 is just an android she made up, just in case anyone's confused
*****
He let out the final blow. She was too tired to dodge it, so she let it hit her in the face. She fell backwards, hitting the ground with great force. Vegeta rushed forward, eager to make her pain vanish. Android #411 smirked, his red eyes gleaming with pleasure. Vegeta lifted Raiko in his arms, her limp body seeming to melt into him. He looked down at her face with despair, then at 411 with hatred.
~~~~~
Vegeta and the rest of the gang flew towards the nearest city, looking for a hospital. They were all beaten, slightly, but Vegeta held a woman that was barely hanging onto life. Her name was Raiko, and she seemed to be Vegeta's lover, though they never confessed it.
Vegeta was extremely pissed off. He never should've let Raiko take on 411. She had insisted that she show them what she could do, and in the beginning she did a lot of damage...until 411 used one of her attacks against her. Actually, it was also Vegeta's. It was the Big Bang attack. He was astonished after she used it, and VERY angry when 411 used it.
They landed in front of the hospital, entering through the emergency room doors. The doctors said she'd be fine after a few days, so they put her in a room on the thirteenth floor.
Vegeta sat at the desk next to her hospital bed, holding her bandaged hand. He didn't care that everyone else was watching him. After a couple minutes a nurse came and shooed them away. Vegeta wasn't about to be separated, though. He thought of a quick excuse, and thinking that this one was good enough, said,
"I'm her husband." He was blushing furiously. Fortunately, the nurse bought it, shrugged and started tending to Raiko.
After the nurse left, Vegeta turned on the TV. The news was on. It was showing images of the android destroying cities. Vegeta scowled, turning it off. He looked back at Raiko. She hadn't moved in a while. He took off one of his gloves and put his hand to her forehead. It was pretty hot. He frowned, wondering if she was sick. He shook his head. Sayians couldn't get sick.
He sat back in his chair, putting the glove back on his hand. He was getting really bored, but he wanted to stay with Raiko. He really wanted to show her that he cared for her. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier each second and he fell into a deep sleep, his head on his arms, on top of the desk. His dreams were strange.
He dreamt he was in a world where the entire human race and everyone else on Earth was gone. He was totally alone. He flew around ghost-like buildings and through abandoned houses. He felt vulnerable to something...but he didn't know what it was. As he flew through a big mansion, a picture frame caught his eye. He skidded to a halt and picked it up. He gasped.
It was a picture of him in a tuxedo and Raiko at his side, wearing a white dress with a veil. At the top were the words, "Just Married". He took the picture out of the frame and placed it in his pocket. He exited the house, expecting the outside world to be a city, but instead he was looking at an apartment door. He looked behind him, and there was a railing where the door to that house used to be. He turned back to the door and opened it.
Inside he smelled smoke and incense, he could even see it. Whoever lived in this house was a drug addict. He stepped into the dining room area. Instead of seeing a table and chairs, canvases and cans of paint and paintbrushes littered the floor. In the middle of the carpet there was a large, red spot where there must have been a paint spill. He looked at the painting hanging on the wall.
On a rather large canvass was the image of a woman ripping her own heart out. Her hair was in clumps as if most of it had been torn out. The image of blood flashed the surface of the painting, like it was a camera. The woman looked very sad, despite the fact she was in huge amounts of pain. Vegeta looked at the painting for a few moments longer, then, entirely grossed out, turned away and looked at the recent masterpiece.
The canvass was small, and Vegeta had to hold it up very close to see every detail. The background was black, like the other painting, and there was a small window in the right corner. He could make out a face of a small girl (or boy. He couldn't tell) looking up at the moon and stars outside, with a small tear running down his or her cheek. At the other side of the canvass was a knife. There was blood on it, and was held by a man who was kneeling over a slain woman. The man was very skinny and had black clothes and hair. A few tears ran down his cheeks as well. It looked as if he both killed the woman and now regretted it, or the murderer ran off and he picked up the knife, mourning over the loss of the woman. Vegeta set it down. Whoever painted these paintings was very depressed.
A sound of sobbing filled his ears. It was coming from down the hall, from a bedroom. He started walking towards the door, opening it and entering. A little boy was lying on his bed, crying. He had purple hair and looked very familiar. A woman who looked very much like Raiko sat at his bedside, also crying. She held a picture in her hands. She was whispering something that Vegeta could only barely hear,
"Vegeta...Vegeta, come back...why did you...why?" Vegeta's eyes widened. This woman was Raiko, and the little boy...his son? What was going on? He stumbled backwards into the hall. He fell backwards and hit his head on the wall. He frantically got up and scrambled for the door. As he crossed in front of the dining room, a screaming sound filled his ears. He clamped his hands over them in pain. It sounded like nails on a blackboard. He looked for what was making the noise, and recoiled in horror as he found it.
The woman from the first painting was on the floor, ripping her heart out as she did in the painting, except she was real. Her nails clawed at her open skin and her organs, her blood flowing dark and thick onto the carpet. Vegeta got up and, still with his hands over his ears, backed up against the window. Vegeta noticed that the canvass that held the image of the screaming woman on it was blank. Raiko and the little boy came running from down the hall, their hands over their ears as well.
"Mom, make it stop!" the boy yelled. Raiko rushed forward, her hands leaving her ears, and forming small balls of Ki. She threw them at the woman, but they went right through. The woman's image fuzzed like if she was on a TV screen. She never stopped screaming.
"What do you want from me?!" Raiko screamed at the woman, "What do you want from me, Bulma?! Why are you haunting me and Trunks?!" Bulma, the woman, ceased her suicide, and then turned on Raiko, her pupils retreating to the back of her head. She crawled on the ground towards Raiko, her nails ripped out and her skin rotted and bloody. Raiko jumped back, throwing her arms around her son.
Bulma came closer and closer every second. Raiko and Trunks got as far away from the crazy woman as possible, but they couldn't escape. The hair that was still on Bulma's head fell in front of her face like a blue wall. It was wet with blood. As she got closer to Raiko and Trunks, Vegeta couldn't hold back any longer. He leapt in front of Bulma, shielding Raiko and Trunks. Amazed expressions jumped onto their faces. Bulma withdrew as if she was struck by a bullet, screaming. She recovered herself and, still shrieking like a banshee, lunged at Vegeta, her hands outstretched to grab him. As she hit him, humongous amounts excruciating pain overwhelmed him and he woke up with a shout in a cold sweat on the hospital desk. It was dark out, and he saw food left for him next to his arm. He pushed it away. The thought of food make him want to throw up from what he just experienced.
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