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 7
It had been three agonizingly long weeks after Vegeta had awoken to see Bulma's scowling face looking in his general direction. She had refused to talk to Vegeta or even look at him. But yet because of his generous hospitality she talked to him politely when needed. She had only just started to eat a few days ago because he said she was getting ugly as he had so pleasantly put it. Truthfully, Vegeta wasn't surprised at her reaction; she had every right to hate him for what he had openly lead her to. It was his fault she had been raped, it was his fault she was in a makeshift body cast, and it was his fault all of her memories had been resurfaced. He felt horrible for what he did but he would rather die than admit that. Her body had miraculously healed within those three weeks; all broken bones mended, all gashes closed, and all bruises diminished. Now just some faded scars remained.
It was currently around 11:00 pm Vegeta lay faithfully in his permanent spot in his newly claimed chair snoring passively, while Bulma sat languidly against the headboard of Vegeta's bed staring into the creeping shadows. Her head was jumbled mess of thoughts randomly swinging from topic to topic before halting on her deceased sister, whom sadly she just vaguely remembered. Sniffing back a sudden wave of fresh tears she stiffly pushed back her thin bed covers she swung her legs over the side of the twin sized bed. Planting her feet firmly on the ground she shakily stood up and quietly snuck past the snoozing Vegeta. Silently glancing back at his motionless form she hurriedly ran out of the tent and away from the small settlement.
She didn't bother running away in attempts of escaping the soldiers because she knew that they would find her, she was merely running away to have some time to collect her thoughts and calm herself before heading back. Trees, shrubs, small streams, and various small mammals flew past her in a hazy blur due to the speed she was flying at just under the tree tops. As she let her wings take her where they desire, she received various flashbacks because of the seemingly familiar scenery she past. Ones of her hurried escape from her village, and the very tree where Vegeta had selflessly let her get away from Yamcha all those years back. Sighing heavily she dragged a lightly scarred hand through her somewhat tangled locks of ocean blue hair.
She hiccupped, choking back on a sob as she saw where her memories and wings had drawn her too. The decomposing, echoing shadow of a once thriving village lay in ruins. Stray buildings stood somewhat slighted on rotting supports holding on proudly before the upcoming fall they would all face. Piercing sobs soared endlessly into the black tainted night as Bulma cried out into the fathomless midnight skies. Slowly she fluttered down to the ground and unsteadily walked into the small shadow of a town. Stopping abruptly she gazed placidly at the small hut on the edge of the community memories of her childhood rushed back towards her in a tidal wave as she gazed at her old home where she shared many fond moments and many horrifying ones. Ignoring the sea of saltine tears that poured down her face in thin rivers she cautiously stepped forward and closer to her unbearably silent home.
Stopping in front of the door she softly pushed the door back hearing the endless moan of the stressed hinges that hung desperately onto the waning door. The putrid smell of blood assaulted her senses as she carefully took a solitary step into the quiet home. The scent was overwhelming still after the past decade; Bulma almost stumbled back in repulsion but ventured forward still. Taking a few dainty steps forward she came to her door frame, tears now pouring down her face quietly as she gingerly traced the outline of the door with her right pointer finger. A soft smile made it's way to her face as she cried, the look on her face was that of joy at being brought to her favorite spot in the whole world were she would often dream endlessly about the perfect life when she was little. She let out a short huff of air before taking a wary step forward. Her room had stood the test of time staying just how she had remembered her pale blue hammock lay solitary suspended from the roof swinging lightly with the faint breeze. Her small clothes lay piled in the corner, a sheet of dust lay over it as if protecting the cloth from being devoured by offending moths. The faint scent of lavender hung in the crisp night air that filled the modest sized room. She took a deep breath before carefully placing herself in her old hammock. The feel was all too familiar.
She lay back lazily before closing her eyes and thinking about the events that had lead up to this moment in time. Vegeta was the name that came to her mind. He had caused all of this, and ohh how she hated him for it. But it was hard to hate him so horribly, when he had her heart in his hands since Vegeta had gallantly saved her from almost certain corruption. She didn't even know anything about him, but since that day she had felt an incredible attraction, and connection to that rough man. She had always yearned for an Adonis like figure to come and sweep her of her feet and they would live happily ever after; a fairy and her beloved prince in a charming home with a white picket fence and the most beautiful children Mother Earth could have ever dreamt. Never had she imagined that Vegeta would fit that description, so far from perfection but yet perfect. It was all to confusing for her but it was in an obscure kind of way calming; Just so she fell into the most relaxing slumber she had experienced in years.
She never was one to pick up on subtle clues, for she didn't realized that right in the corner of her eyes stand the object of her unbridled affections...Vegeta.
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Wow, done another chapter in like not even a week!!!! Yay me.. I won't be able to post anything again next week cause im on my way to Bamfield Marine Biology Center on Vancouver Island for a week for a school fieldtrip!!! Fun Fun
Luv y'all
Midnight
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 7
It had been three agonizingly long weeks after Vegeta had awoken to see Bulma's scowling face looking in his general direction. She had refused to talk to Vegeta or even look at him. But yet because of his generous hospitality she talked to him politely when needed. She had only just started to eat a few days ago because he said she was getting ugly as he had so pleasantly put it. Truthfully, Vegeta wasn't surprised at her reaction; she had every right to hate him for what he had openly lead her to. It was his fault she had been raped, it was his fault she was in a makeshift body cast, and it was his fault all of her memories had been resurfaced. He felt horrible for what he did but he would rather die than admit that. Her body had miraculously healed within those three weeks; all broken bones mended, all gashes closed, and all bruises diminished. Now just some faded scars remained.
It was currently around 11:00 pm Vegeta lay faithfully in his permanent spot in his newly claimed chair snoring passively, while Bulma sat languidly against the headboard of Vegeta's bed staring into the creeping shadows. Her head was jumbled mess of thoughts randomly swinging from topic to topic before halting on her deceased sister, whom sadly she just vaguely remembered. Sniffing back a sudden wave of fresh tears she stiffly pushed back her thin bed covers she swung her legs over the side of the twin sized bed. Planting her feet firmly on the ground she shakily stood up and quietly snuck past the snoozing Vegeta. Silently glancing back at his motionless form she hurriedly ran out of the tent and away from the small settlement.
She didn't bother running away in attempts of escaping the soldiers because she knew that they would find her, she was merely running away to have some time to collect her thoughts and calm herself before heading back. Trees, shrubs, small streams, and various small mammals flew past her in a hazy blur due to the speed she was flying at just under the tree tops. As she let her wings take her where they desire, she received various flashbacks because of the seemingly familiar scenery she past. Ones of her hurried escape from her village, and the very tree where Vegeta had selflessly let her get away from Yamcha all those years back. Sighing heavily she dragged a lightly scarred hand through her somewhat tangled locks of ocean blue hair.
She hiccupped, choking back on a sob as she saw where her memories and wings had drawn her too. The decomposing, echoing shadow of a once thriving village lay in ruins. Stray buildings stood somewhat slighted on rotting supports holding on proudly before the upcoming fall they would all face. Piercing sobs soared endlessly into the black tainted night as Bulma cried out into the fathomless midnight skies. Slowly she fluttered down to the ground and unsteadily walked into the small shadow of a town. Stopping abruptly she gazed placidly at the small hut on the edge of the community memories of her childhood rushed back towards her in a tidal wave as she gazed at her old home where she shared many fond moments and many horrifying ones. Ignoring the sea of saltine tears that poured down her face in thin rivers she cautiously stepped forward and closer to her unbearably silent home.
Stopping in front of the door she softly pushed the door back hearing the endless moan of the stressed hinges that hung desperately onto the waning door. The putrid smell of blood assaulted her senses as she carefully took a solitary step into the quiet home. The scent was overwhelming still after the past decade; Bulma almost stumbled back in repulsion but ventured forward still. Taking a few dainty steps forward she came to her door frame, tears now pouring down her face quietly as she gingerly traced the outline of the door with her right pointer finger. A soft smile made it's way to her face as she cried, the look on her face was that of joy at being brought to her favorite spot in the whole world were she would often dream endlessly about the perfect life when she was little. She let out a short huff of air before taking a wary step forward. Her room had stood the test of time staying just how she had remembered her pale blue hammock lay solitary suspended from the roof swinging lightly with the faint breeze. Her small clothes lay piled in the corner, a sheet of dust lay over it as if protecting the cloth from being devoured by offending moths. The faint scent of lavender hung in the crisp night air that filled the modest sized room. She took a deep breath before carefully placing herself in her old hammock. The feel was all too familiar.
She lay back lazily before closing her eyes and thinking about the events that had lead up to this moment in time. Vegeta was the name that came to her mind. He had caused all of this, and ohh how she hated him for it. But it was hard to hate him so horribly, when he had her heart in his hands since Vegeta had gallantly saved her from almost certain corruption. She didn't even know anything about him, but since that day she had felt an incredible attraction, and connection to that rough man. She had always yearned for an Adonis like figure to come and sweep her of her feet and they would live happily ever after; a fairy and her beloved prince in a charming home with a white picket fence and the most beautiful children Mother Earth could have ever dreamt. Never had she imagined that Vegeta would fit that description, so far from perfection but yet perfect. It was all to confusing for her but it was in an obscure kind of way calming; Just so she fell into the most relaxing slumber she had experienced in years.
She never was one to pick up on subtle clues, for she didn't realized that right in the corner of her eyes stand the object of her unbridled affections...Vegeta.
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Wow, done another chapter in like not even a week!!!! Yay me.. I won't be able to post anything again next week cause im on my way to Bamfield Marine Biology Center on Vancouver Island for a week for a school fieldtrip!!! Fun Fun
Luv y'all
Midnight
