Midnight Skies: by Lady Frightmare

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of its components

A/N: I'll be writing in third person just to let y'all know

And God said, "Let there be words!!"

Chapter 6

So now there sat Vegeta rubbing the side of his face while silently seething at Yamcha as well as Goku for the swelling cheek he had caused.

Goku quickly span around glaring down on Vegeta after Yamcha had taken his somewhat abrupt leave.

"You had better get your ass inside his tent and help her", Goku growled furiously extending a shaking arm pointing towards the tent where Bulma still lay crying out shrilly ever few minutes in excruciating pain.

"You can't tell me what the fuck to do", Vegeta retorted crudely.

"You forgot Private", said Goku putting emphasis on Private just to tick Vegeta off, "I'm in charge".

Snarling Vegeta spat at Goku's feet and swiftly span around and marched purposefully toward the agonizing cries that had disappeared emitting from Bulma only a few moments ago.

Glancing back at Goku's straight, hard face, he roughly pushed the flimsy opening to the inner depths of the tent only to hear Bulma's cries disappear as he came nearer to his goal.

"Whiny bitch", he muttered disdainfully under his breath.

As he came to the back of the huge tent he came across Bulma's mangled body. Her wings were torn brutally; blood tinted the normally mauve centered wings. Her head hung dejectedly as her ocean of azure hair clung limply to her blood ridden face. Her usually smooth, pastel face was covered in blade marks and was smeared in slightly translucent blood. A protruding blade mark ran down from the tip of her right brow down to the center of her right cheek lightly skimming her luckily closed eyelid. A pearl white bone jutted out from her side, most likely a horribly broken rib, one of many. Bruises littered her smooth legs up towards her abdomen where he dared not look. His stomach clenched in guilt as he looked at the massive gathering of blood that pooled beneath her.

"My God", he whispered hoarsely feeling immensely terrible for the horrible beating her had brought her to. He had abused her willingness to repay him, and now here she lay death approaching on swift wings.

"Not if I can help it, I won't let another one die because of me", he said letting his emotions get a hold of him as he had a brief flash back of when he first saw Bulma. Ripping the bed sheets from under her, he started tearing them in to lengthy strips for binding the broken bones before making a brace, and to close off the gushing flesh wounds. The bruises would have to heal on their own.

Standing up abruptly from his previous crouching position, he sent Yamcha's bedside table a swift kick shattering the wood in to ragged pieces that were suitable for a somewhat rough splint. Sympathy was clearly evident in his glossy blackish brown eyes. Lightly he placed the strips of fabric in a horizontal line beside Bulma then placed the boards on top of the torn bed sheets. Placidly he placed a hand under the slight curve of her back and another hand beneath her knees. Lifting her onto the boards lightly he heard her groan subconsciously in protest. Straightening her body, he grabbed the long strips of torn fabric that stretched past the stiff boards and tightly wrapped them around Bulma's body. So that her sides both had a section of wood holding her ribs in place, as well as her back. Grabbing a few stray strands of cloth he tightly bound the remaining injuries that were bleeding excessively, including her gushing face. Oddly enough before he could get to her wings they had retracted in to her body.

'This is your entire fault', his conscience said dismally as Vegeta glanced at Bulma's bruise ridden body and blood covered face.

"This isn't my fault", Vegeta growled under his breath to his traitorous mind.

'You knew Yamcha would do this, and you didn't even gain from her sacrifice', reasoned the increasingly annoying voice.

"Damn it I sound like a fucking lunatic talking to myself", He snapped grasping his head in aggravation.

"Yes you do", a voice said from behind him.

"Kakarott is that you", Vegeta snapped his head around in attempt to scout out the source of the unknown voice.

"How brilliant you are", Goku snapped out coming out from the Kashmir curtains that hung down from the tent top.

His eyes immediately softened as he looked past Vegeta, and on to Bulma's immobile body. Pushing past Vegeta he ran up to Bulma's bed side.

"You bastard", Goku snarled out before spinning around to face Vegeta in the eye.

"How could you do this to her", he said in a sickeningly calm voice. "You have no idea what kind of shit she has been through, and thanks to you all those memories have been awakened", he spat before swiftly turning on his heel and stomping angrily out of the tent and off the campus grounds to cool off.

"Is this screw up my life day or something", he muttered miserably as he pulled up a chair beside Bulma and silently sat down before dozing off into a restless sleep.

~*~Bulma's Dream~*~

"Hey mommy look what I found on the beach!! Isn't it neat", a 9 year old Bulma gushed out stretching out her hands so her mother could see the numerous rifle shells Bulma had found.

"Where did you say you found those again dear", her mothered questioned in a small voice, her eyes wide in realization.

"I found them on the beach right where papa works", she smiled happily, proud from her discovery.

"Baby I want you to stay here and lock the doors behind me ok", her mother said solemnly as she made her way to the front door of their small hut.

"Ok", she said slightly confused but complied to her mother's orders anyway.

After her mother left she quickly ran into her room and crawled on to her hammock that hung suspended from the roof. Pulling herself up she peered out the window, to see what all the commotion was. Her eyes were slightly droopy because it was rather late at night when she had decided to come home. But her gaze immediately sharpened when she noticed a sudden movement in the bush. Straining her eyes to see more in-depth she noticed humans outfitted in a camouflage clothes.

She saw something glowing in the bushes by the humans that looked something like a small fire. Then the flame danced across her eyes as she saw it hit her best friend's wood hut. Tears immediately filled her eyes as she heard screams of anguish from inside the small, humble home. Luckily her friend had made it past the walls of fire and stumbled out of her home and fell to the ground in pain. Bulma was about to leap out of the window and go see if she was ok, when several men stalked out of the bushes. One in particular, his name tag vaguely read Yamchop.Yamchar something like that. He walked forward up to Sari's fallen body and placed a foot in the middle of her back, crushing her developing sea green wings. Taking out a revolver her aimed it at her head. Pulling back the trigger the bullet shot and penetrated Bulma's friend's head blood squirting out of the wound like that of water coming out of a water fountain.

"Sari", she cried out tears followed after the sorrowful name past her pink lips.

Her lips were pulled up into a full fledged pout, as the tears poured out of her cyan eyes in glossy rivulets. Rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand she pushed off her swinging bed and ran out of the door less door frame.

"Zyari", she whimpered trying to alert her older sister all the while sniffing back tears that threatened to re-emerge.

Her small bare feet padded through the somewhat small home as she looked at the different rooms looking for her sister's. When she finally got to her room Bulma heard a loud crash and a sharp scream. Bulma's eyes widened at the scream fear over coming most of her senses. Slowly grasping the knob she turned it and heard the faint click that signified that door was now open. Lightly pushing the door open she took in a sharp breath. There was her beloved sister on the ground; blood was draped across the room like sheer, crimson curtains. Choking on a sob she placed her hands over her mouth and frantically stumbled backwards as she saw her Zyari lying motionless in her own blood. A man with upswept, flame shaped hair stood over her sister holding a large tranquilizer gun that rested on his shoulder as well as a machete that stay immobilized between her sister's ribs.

Hearing a small shuffle behind him he swiftly turned around in surprise. A solemn glint was evident in his eyes along with apparent guilt.

In horror Bulma screamed and turned around and started running toward the entrance of the house. As soon as she stepped outside all she saw was death. Blood splattered across the ground as families, children, adults were being slaughtered mercilessly. A cry of anguish spilled past her chapped lips as she felt bile in her throat. But before she threw up she felt a heavy blow to her head, and slipped into unconsciousness.

Lazily she opened her eyes to find her self concealed in bushes, her loyal mother crouching low beside her. She felt a dull ache at the base of her neck but ignored it. Her mother was the only person she recognized and could hazily remember other than the vision of armed men walking into her village. All she remembered other than that was going to the beach, coming home and that was it up until now.

"Mommy", her hoarse voice broke into her mother's aimless thoughts.

"Yes baby", she croaked felling slightly at fault for having to knock out her daughter before she had been personally traumatized from the vision placed in front of her daughter's innocent gaze.

"What happened, when I try to remember my head hurts", she confessed rubbing the back of her neck.

"Nothing happened dear. Now come on we have to go right now", she said pulling Bulma up to her feet.

"Ok", she replied still tired from her somewhat forced nap, before she started skipping along side her mother.

"Mama where are we going", the small girl asked her mother, her loose curls bounced as she skipped along side her mother.

"Away from here baby", her mother whispered hoarsely wiping of the fresh sheen of sweat that coated her forehead. Bunny looked loving down at her small daughter, so young and innocent hopefully she'll stay that way and won't remember what truly happened anytime soon.

"Mommy this isn't fun anymore I wanna go back to daddy. I'm so tired", she yawned cutely before peering up at Bunny, her large baby blue eyes full of question and wondering, surrounded by her luscious cyan lashes. Her large majestic violet and black wings fluttered lazily behind her as she yawned despairingly. She whimpered in pain as her bare feet scraped across the jagged rocks that littered the rough Mediterranean ground.

"Why were all those mean men ruining our village mama", she sniffled slightly, wearily she rubbed her teary eyes remembering the seemingly harmless beginning of their village's raid.

"They want to kill papa but he'll live, because if he doesn't I won't..." she broke off before clutching the flesh that covered he heart. A cry of agony poured out of her mouth before Bunny wheezed, "My heart, it's been ripped in half your father's dead. They're coming for you run Bulma", she fell down, her ageless face planted deep in the moist soil of the Mediterranean as blood trickled out of her parted lips.

"Mama you're making no sense. What do you mean", Bulma cried out shaking her mother's lifeless body trying to understand.

"Look there she is get her. Go now!!!!!" a shrill male voice rang out through the under brush.

Bulma glanced at the missionaries that had pounced out of the lush shrubbery. Her large eyes widened in terror. Stumbling to her feet she lunged forward in attempt to get away from the men.

"Get away from me", her very high, melodious voice made the missionaries cover their ears from the pitch.

"Vegeta go and get her now", shouted the commander directing the command to a boy no older than 12. The boy's hair stood at least a foot tall black as the inky depths of the Mediterranean Sea in the midst of night. His eyes deep, penetrating, cold, and as equally black as the obsidian stones that littered the damp earth.

~*~End of Dream~*~

Hissing in pain she tried to open her eyes but found she could only open one because the other had seemingly been forced shut for unknown reasons. Glancing around the room she noticed Vegeta slumped over in his chair snoring lightly. A wave of memories prior to know hit her like a tsunami: her village's raid in all its gory details, the first meeting with Vegeta, her rape and beating, Sari's death, Zyari's death, all death. It made her want to be back in a swirling vortex of nothingness......

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Ahhh finally did my next chapter. my longest one yet. Sorry it took so long for me post this chapter I had writers block at it's worst, had a huge jumble of ideas and have been desperately trying to sort them out.

Luv always

Midnight