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 8
He didn't know how long he had been gazing at the lightly breathing woman that lay in front of his eyes. All he knew was that he had awoken about half an hour ago to find his bed unoccupied and set out in hot pursuit after her. He eventually was brought her old village which he was well acquainted with, but not quite on friendly terms. He had a nagging suspicion as to where she resided and made his way to her supposed location.
Tiptoeing through the home's open door he ignored the putrid smell that wafted through the home, being raised up around such smells he had come to block them out. He had a feeling that Bulma might be in her sister's room with her hopefully decomposed remains; as much as he didn't want those certain memories from her sister arising he pursed forward. Softly pushing the slightly ajar bedroom door open he wished he hadn't. On the floor lay crusted blood a near decade old, the still rotting corpse of Bulma's sister lay on the floor in the exact same position he had left her all those years ago. Her screams seemed to echo throughout the room making him clutch his head trying to hold the memories at bay. His machete that his father had given him lay coated in dust and blood almost bringing tears to his eyes. Almost. It nearly killed him to be so far away from the only memory he had of his deceased father. Picking up the once forgotten piece of weaponry he took Zyari's crumpled bed sheet that lay in a corner and removed all traces of blood and dust from the stainless steel blade. Once again he studied the mutilated corpse that lay motionlessly in front of him. You could already see parts of her pearly white bones under her decaying skin. Her cheek bones were hollow and gave the viewer a clear view of her jaw and rows of teeth. Hair had been devoured down to a few scarce patches of the once thick mane of violet hair. Rotting sheets of shin were peeling back from the wound he had inflicted on her years ago. Her eyes were well eyeless, it had seemed small animals or big ones had devoured them and left the body to rot away by its lonesome. Her mouth was open in mid scream revealing the gnawed tongue that lolled to the side peeking almost inquiringly out of a hole in her cheek. Her skin was a leathery yellow type color due to the massive amounts of sunlight that poured through the wide open window and shriveled her skin. Feeling absolutely repulsed all of a sudden he scrambled backwards before making a rather hasty exit after getting to his feet.
He had an overwhelming urge to throw up then and there but this was not the time or place to do that. He put his hand against the wall in the hallway to brace him from the current of nausea that had hit him rather heavily at that moment. Taking a few deep shaky breaths he calmed down his protesting stomach and slowly started moving forward to the room beside Zyari's. Oddly enough there was no door in the frame but it had hinges anyway. Shrugging nonchalantly he peered through the open door way a stopped in his tracks at what he saw. There in a baby blue hammock sat Bulma gazing or so it appeared into the night sky. Unbeknownst to her, stray tears had fallen down her cheeks and pooled under her chin before silently dripping onto the breast of her overly large shirt he had observed. Leaning against the wooden door frame he continued watched the alluring temptress as she fell into a deep sleep. For about 2 weeks now he had deeply lusted after her but unlike the somewhat empty feeling of lust he had actually felt something over the 3 weeks they had spent together. The thought frightened him that he had felt a growing attachment to the woman in front of him, everything he had ever held dear to had been brutally ripped from his clutches. Grasping the sword in his hand he slowly walked up to her bedside, he softly brushed a stray strand of aquamarine colored hair away from her face that had fallen out from behind her ear and placed itself diagonally across her face. Tentatively he leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on her rosy lips. Her wings lay impassively and unnoticed, but jerked slightly after Vegeta had placed his lips on hers. It was rather amazing how her smooth, silky lips molded into his own. He had been trying desperately to be a tad more bearable so that she wouldn't constantly glare at him when ever he or she glanced at one another. The only problem was that he couldn't bring himself to apologize for all he had done and put her through that was the problem. Pulling back before getting too engrossed in the moment and got carried away, he placed a light kiss on her forehead before crawling out of the window. As soon as his feet hit the dirt encrusted ground he slid down with his back still against the home and quickly fell asleep not noticing the content sigh that fell heavily out of Bulma's mouth.
~~~Next Day~~~
Inviting streams of sunlight played over the porcelain skin that lay, still sleeping, in a sun-warmed hammock that swung unknowingly in the comforting breeze. Her azure hair was disheveled, her eyes were red and puffy, and her body was stretched out like a cat over the suspended bed. Groaning lazily she turned over so that she faced the window where gleaming rays of light punctured her dilated eyes. As her eyes fluttered open she immediately shut them with a painful hiss. Putting her arm up to block the sun she attempted once again to open her eyes. After eyes had grown accustomed to brightness she let out a lengthy yawn while rubbing her eyes stiffly. Pulling herself up in to a sitting position she gazed at her serene surroundings.
"How long have I been out", she questioned herself after getting out of bed, walking to the window and peering out.
"About 12 hours now", answered an all too familiar voice from below her head.
Dropping her gaze she shrieked and jumped away from the window. A highly amused expression played across Vegeta's face as he stood up from his resting spot and looked into her room. Her wings twitched indignantly as she stood against the wall recovering from brief shock.
"Don't you EVER do something like that again!!" she screeched putting a hand to her chest, "You scared the living daylights out of me!"
She had eventually learnt to deal with Vegeta's attitude and disregard for others after he walked in on her bathing at her waterfall for the second time.
"What are you doing here anyway", she questioned crossing her arms over her chest and staring at him inquisitively.
"Well someone has to keep tabs on where tricky little spitfires run off to", he replied nonchalantly with a slight wave of his hand.
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Well that was chappie no. 8...... sorry if Vegeta was a bit OOC but ya I guess he needs a few moments where he isn't a cold heartless bastard
Luv
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 8
He didn't know how long he had been gazing at the lightly breathing woman that lay in front of his eyes. All he knew was that he had awoken about half an hour ago to find his bed unoccupied and set out in hot pursuit after her. He eventually was brought her old village which he was well acquainted with, but not quite on friendly terms. He had a nagging suspicion as to where she resided and made his way to her supposed location.
Tiptoeing through the home's open door he ignored the putrid smell that wafted through the home, being raised up around such smells he had come to block them out. He had a feeling that Bulma might be in her sister's room with her hopefully decomposed remains; as much as he didn't want those certain memories from her sister arising he pursed forward. Softly pushing the slightly ajar bedroom door open he wished he hadn't. On the floor lay crusted blood a near decade old, the still rotting corpse of Bulma's sister lay on the floor in the exact same position he had left her all those years ago. Her screams seemed to echo throughout the room making him clutch his head trying to hold the memories at bay. His machete that his father had given him lay coated in dust and blood almost bringing tears to his eyes. Almost. It nearly killed him to be so far away from the only memory he had of his deceased father. Picking up the once forgotten piece of weaponry he took Zyari's crumpled bed sheet that lay in a corner and removed all traces of blood and dust from the stainless steel blade. Once again he studied the mutilated corpse that lay motionlessly in front of him. You could already see parts of her pearly white bones under her decaying skin. Her cheek bones were hollow and gave the viewer a clear view of her jaw and rows of teeth. Hair had been devoured down to a few scarce patches of the once thick mane of violet hair. Rotting sheets of shin were peeling back from the wound he had inflicted on her years ago. Her eyes were well eyeless, it had seemed small animals or big ones had devoured them and left the body to rot away by its lonesome. Her mouth was open in mid scream revealing the gnawed tongue that lolled to the side peeking almost inquiringly out of a hole in her cheek. Her skin was a leathery yellow type color due to the massive amounts of sunlight that poured through the wide open window and shriveled her skin. Feeling absolutely repulsed all of a sudden he scrambled backwards before making a rather hasty exit after getting to his feet.
He had an overwhelming urge to throw up then and there but this was not the time or place to do that. He put his hand against the wall in the hallway to brace him from the current of nausea that had hit him rather heavily at that moment. Taking a few deep shaky breaths he calmed down his protesting stomach and slowly started moving forward to the room beside Zyari's. Oddly enough there was no door in the frame but it had hinges anyway. Shrugging nonchalantly he peered through the open door way a stopped in his tracks at what he saw. There in a baby blue hammock sat Bulma gazing or so it appeared into the night sky. Unbeknownst to her, stray tears had fallen down her cheeks and pooled under her chin before silently dripping onto the breast of her overly large shirt he had observed. Leaning against the wooden door frame he continued watched the alluring temptress as she fell into a deep sleep. For about 2 weeks now he had deeply lusted after her but unlike the somewhat empty feeling of lust he had actually felt something over the 3 weeks they had spent together. The thought frightened him that he had felt a growing attachment to the woman in front of him, everything he had ever held dear to had been brutally ripped from his clutches. Grasping the sword in his hand he slowly walked up to her bedside, he softly brushed a stray strand of aquamarine colored hair away from her face that had fallen out from behind her ear and placed itself diagonally across her face. Tentatively he leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on her rosy lips. Her wings lay impassively and unnoticed, but jerked slightly after Vegeta had placed his lips on hers. It was rather amazing how her smooth, silky lips molded into his own. He had been trying desperately to be a tad more bearable so that she wouldn't constantly glare at him when ever he or she glanced at one another. The only problem was that he couldn't bring himself to apologize for all he had done and put her through that was the problem. Pulling back before getting too engrossed in the moment and got carried away, he placed a light kiss on her forehead before crawling out of the window. As soon as his feet hit the dirt encrusted ground he slid down with his back still against the home and quickly fell asleep not noticing the content sigh that fell heavily out of Bulma's mouth.
~~~Next Day~~~
Inviting streams of sunlight played over the porcelain skin that lay, still sleeping, in a sun-warmed hammock that swung unknowingly in the comforting breeze. Her azure hair was disheveled, her eyes were red and puffy, and her body was stretched out like a cat over the suspended bed. Groaning lazily she turned over so that she faced the window where gleaming rays of light punctured her dilated eyes. As her eyes fluttered open she immediately shut them with a painful hiss. Putting her arm up to block the sun she attempted once again to open her eyes. After eyes had grown accustomed to brightness she let out a lengthy yawn while rubbing her eyes stiffly. Pulling herself up in to a sitting position she gazed at her serene surroundings.
"How long have I been out", she questioned herself after getting out of bed, walking to the window and peering out.
"About 12 hours now", answered an all too familiar voice from below her head.
Dropping her gaze she shrieked and jumped away from the window. A highly amused expression played across Vegeta's face as he stood up from his resting spot and looked into her room. Her wings twitched indignantly as she stood against the wall recovering from brief shock.
"Don't you EVER do something like that again!!" she screeched putting a hand to her chest, "You scared the living daylights out of me!"
She had eventually learnt to deal with Vegeta's attitude and disregard for others after he walked in on her bathing at her waterfall for the second time.
"What are you doing here anyway", she questioned crossing her arms over her chest and staring at him inquisitively.
"Well someone has to keep tabs on where tricky little spitfires run off to", he replied nonchalantly with a slight wave of his hand.
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Well that was chappie no. 8...... sorry if Vegeta was a bit OOC but ya I guess he needs a few moments where he isn't a cold heartless bastard
Luv
Midnight
