A Woman's Duty
Part 4
"Vegeta?" Bulma called out in a frightened tone.
"Hello Woman, How was your night out? You know what I'm talking about: tonight, when you left me all alone with a concussion, vulnerable to any evil being that may just be lurking around the corner without the means to defend myself," Vegeta mocked.
"You're a Saiyan! You always have been able to defend yourself!" Bulma shot back defensively.
Vegeta just smirked and took a step towards her out of the shadows of the night. He didn't look normal: His eyes were a blazing, blood red, his hair had green streaks in it, and he had strange markings all along his neck. His outfit appeared to be shredded and he had a stream of blood running down his cheek. But what took Bulma most by surprise was bite marks located on his neck. Very odd indeed. Very frightening even more.
"Vegeta... what has happened to you! You look as though you are possessed or something! What happened here tonight while I was gone!" Bulma questioned in a demanding voice.
Vegeta just stared at her and smirked. The lights outside in the street lamp posts flickered, causing an eery glow in the living room which both were positioned.
Bulma glanced around nervously, trying to figure out what she could do. Not knowing any better idea, she spun around as fast as possible, thrusted open the front door and sped outside as fast as possible. Vegeta just stood there, laughing menacingly as he gave her a head start. Once 5 minutes had passed, he hovered into the air, and zoomed out through a window, shatter what glass covered it. The chase had begun.
(Start horror movie chasing music)
Bulma was running as fast as she could, stumbling along the way, through the brush, trees, gardens, and paths she had discovered when she was younger. Suddenly, it came into view: The Son home. Finally! The moonlight shown over her scratched and scuffed body as she made her way at top speed to their front door.
BANG BANG BANG, she knocked on the door. It was loud enough to wake up the dead! No answer. "Hello!" she called in desperation. As she continued knocking, finally someone opened the door: it was lil Gohan. "
"yawn Hey Ms. Bulma. What are you doing here? Mt mom and dad are asleep!" Gohan said in an innocent, childish voice.
"Gohan, honey, please let me in. I'm being followed and I need somewhere safe to hide. Where's Goku-San?"
KNOCK KNOCK "Daddy?" called Gohan quietly as he crept open his parent's bedroom.
"Hey Gohan! Hey... what are you doing up? It's... it's 1:30 in the morning!" Gohan questioned in a wearily tone.
"Bulma needs you, Dad. She says she's being followed."
"Are you positive?" Goku questioned his long-time friend. His eyes were focused and alert.
"Yes... it was Vegeta. But he looked so different! He had bite marks on his neck, green streaks in his hair, blood-red, glowing eyes, and a scratch on his cheek. He look like he'd been attacked and possessed! He acted like it at least..." bulma re-described as Goku listened intently. Chi-Chi walked in, in her robe, and poured them each a hot cup of tea. She herself had a cup of coffee.
Suddenly, there was a crash heard from outside. Goku stood up and powered-up, eyes focused on the front door. There was a shadow flicker across the lamp post outside. Someone was waiting.
Chi-chi put Gohan back to bed, but Bulma hid behind the sofa and Goku blocked they was. Once Chi-Chi came back out, she went straight for the kitchen and picked out her best, heavy-duty solid iron frying pan and skillet. Bring it on she thought to herself.
Just then, the door handle jangled and was forced to unlock by the intruder's brute strength. The door was thrusted open and the shadowed figure stepped inside.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT VEGETA!" Goku shouted at the intruder.
"The woman," was all he replied.
"Why?... What has she done to you except cared for you while you've been sick with a concussion?"
"I just want her to come home. She shouldn't run away like she did. It's not safe," Vegeta smirked in satisfaction. He was having fun.
"You're not safe Vegeta! You've gone and gotten yourself into a mess again! I told you not to!" Bulma cried out loud. She was scared out of her wits, but she even missed the old Vegeta. At least he wasn't threatening to her.
Out of no where, Chi-Chi runs up behind Vegeta and smashes his head with her iron flat pan. No luck. Vegeta backhands Chi-chi and she goes flying: all the way to the back of the room.
Goku is getting really heated, more than usual at Vegeta, because: 1) He hit his wife and 2) This isn't the real Vegeta. Hovering in the air, Goku is about to make is way over to Vegeta to kick his butt, but then â
Ding dong! "Hello?" calls a voice from outside.
What's up with all of these people coming to my house this early in the morning! Goku wonders to himself.
Just then, Vegeta opens the door, not frightening the at the front door one bit. "What do you want, punk? Get lost now before we blow your head all the way to Namek!"
"Hello! My name is Wolfwood, and I am a priest, my friend. As a gift of my blessing, have this bottle of holy water! Peace!" Wolfwood said in a cheerful but nervous voice as he splashed Vegeta's body with a small bottle of holy water. "Wait for me Vash! Dude, hold up!" was heard in the distance as the young, mysterious, and random, priest ran off to meet up with his friend.
All four of them stared through the door as the man ran away, with odd looks upon their faces, confused. Suddenly, Vegeta started having what appeared to be an exorcism. He was twisting and screaming in pain; withering and hunching on his knees, hugging himself and gripping his sides in pain. Gagging on nothing, he threw his arms into the air and screamed out loud in pain as a red, misty fog swirled from out of his mouth and floated swiftly into the breeze. He was released of whatever evil had possessed him in the past few hours. As he collapsed to the wooden floor, slowly and visibly, his scratch healed over, the green faded from his hair and his eyes shut, after being returned to normal. Goku picked him up and examined his face. He was unconscious. As Goku threw Vegeta over his shoulder like a rag doll, Bulma and Chi-Chi hopped into Chi-Chi's hover convertible and they all headed back to Capsule Corp.
(In the car)
"So who do you think that dark-haired, handsome man was back there? Wolfwood I think he said his name was," Chi-Chi recalled.
"I have no idea. Funny thing though: I SWEAR I saw him on a show before. Vegeta had been watching it about a year ago while channel surfing... he has a few broken limbs," Bulma answered.
"Who knows?" Chi-Chi said, as they drove off into the distance. It was only 2 am, but some people were just getting up for work. Must be those on-call 24/7 workers.
"Well, that should about take care of things for awhile. Make sure you don't leave this house, okay?" Goku said to Bulma as he and Chi-chi were about to leave. "We better get home, because's Gohan's still asleep. Goodnight Bulma!" Goku stated as he and Chi-Chi hugged Bulma goodnight.
"Bye you two! Be safe going home!" Bulma called out as Goku hopped in Chi-Chi's car and they drove off.
Turning around, Bulma looked around once more to check for any evil spirits before heading upstairs. Perhaps it was a vampire? Bulma thought to herself. As she reached the top of the stairs, a cool breeze blew through the dark, moonlit hallway. She made her was to Vegeta's room and glanced inside. He was sitting reclined on multiple pillows under his own silk sheets. Seeing everything was fine and dandy, she turned her back to him to exit, when the bedside lamp came on.
"Woman?" Vegeta asked in a whisper. "Woman? Is that you?" He apparently was still pretty knocked out from earlier. The lamp lit his facade: he had only a small scowl on his face this time, but instead of irritation, it was out of frustration and pain.
Making her way over to his side, Bulma was extremely cautious about whether or not he was capable of being safe to approach. Noticing he was back to his old self again, just more tired, she pulled up a chair to the side of his bed and stared at him intently.
"What happened to you tonight, Vegeta?"
"I don't know what you are talking about, woman! I've been in this bed all night! Where's my water? Bring me my magazine," he demanded.
Bulma just chuckled. "It's good to have you back. You have no recollection of happened do you?"
Vegeta just stared at her in shock and confusion. She smiled. He finally saw, in the light, how she expressed her happiness he was alright through her facial expressions. Her rosy cheeks were lifted by her grin, her eyes teary with happiness: they looked like rain. He never noticed how she took so much time out of her day just to make sure he was taken care of. She noticed him too: his strong, shapely muscles weren't scratched anymore, his sculpted face was smooth against without any gashes, his black, spiky hair was shiny and of an ebony color, not black and green like Frankenstein. She leant down and kissed him on the forehead without thinking, surprising anyone observing in the most upmost way.
"Woman!" Vegeta yelped.
"Bulma!" another voice cried from the doorway.
Both Vegeta and Bulma turned their view to lock eyes with Yamucha. Of all the people in the world! He had flown in just 3 minutes before looking for Bulma after hearing the bad news from 18, who heard it from Chi-Chi.
"Yamucha! Where have you been! You weren't even at the picnic! Um..", she noticed how she was positioned, "don't mind what I just did. Where have you been!"
"I had a business meeting...with my boss and co-workers," he stated, nostrils flaring. Bulma noticed this.
"So you've had business meetings non-stop for the past week and a half?" she questioned suspiciously.
"Y-yeah, of course! I told you I was going to be busy!" Yamucha stated defensively.
"He's lying," Vegeta muttered under his breath. Both of the other two glanced at him.
"No I'm not!" Yamucha yelled.
"Keep your voice down!" Bulma said harshly.
"Yes, you are. You have for the past couple of months you weak excuse for a warrior," Vegeta snapped back, mockingly.
Bulma knew the truth. "How's your grandmother doing?"
"She's fâ fine," Yamucha replied. He was getting anxious.
"I'm sure she is, since she died 5 years ago Yamucha! ... You have been lying haven't you?"
"â no! Of course I wouldn't like to you, babe, honey..." Yamucha said.
"Get out," was all Bulma said quietly.
He spun around and flew off, muttering inappropriate sentences and words under his breath. A scream was heard In the distance as Yamucha screamed out his fury. It was over between them.
Bulma turned back to Vegeta, stared into his eyes, and thanked his silently through them. They both knew that she was hurt inside. Vegeta wasn't pleased with that. As Bulma got up, she pushed the wooden chair back to its original place, strolled toward the doorway, glanced back and Vegeta, and went to bed.
Alright, people! I hope this part got you thinking a little and was a bit amusing. Look forward to the last part of this little story of mine. Ja ne! Priscilla-Chan