To Catch a DragonBall
Chapter 16
Loving the Dark
Disclaimer: I still don't own DragonballZ...that still makes me sad....but oh well. ^_^ At least I can have fun writing this. ^_^
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Bulma stared out her window into the dark, an awful sense of foreboding taking possession of her with a tenacity she found hard to disregard. It wasn't just that she knew, deep down, that she had not had her last encounter with Vegeta; it wasn't even that she was afraid of the outcome of seeing him again, which she was, she very much doubted that he would leave her alive the next time. No, it was something more than that, it was something she wasn't certain was either bad or good; either painful or......
A loud knocking reverberated against the wood of her bedroom door and Bulma sighed, snapped out of her silent reverie by the obnoxious noise.
"Hold on. Who is it?"
"Bulma?"
"Goku? What are you doing up? You should be sleeping."
Bulma hurried to jump down from her window seat and open the door. The child looked up at her in worry as he walked through the door.
"I don't know. I can't sleep yet. I'm-"
"Hungry?"
At Goku's nod Bulma smiled and shook her head. She pulled a few things out of the small refrigerator that she kept in her room and handed them over to him. Goku jumped up happily on her bed and ripped into the food, leaving Bulma staring at him with one eyebrow raised.
"Ummm....was there anything else?"
"Nope, this was all I wanted."
Bulma sighed in slight exasperation and crawled back up on her window seat, pulling her knees up under her chest and wrapping her arms around them. The only sounds to fill her room for several minutes were her own breathing in her ears and Goku's chomping away at his food. She thought about warning him not to get crumbs in her bed but considering there were probably crumbs the second he jumped on her bed with the food she decided it wasn't worth the effort.
"Bulma?"
"Hn?"
"What am I going to do now?"
"You'll stay here for as long as you want Goku. My parents have even been talking about adopting you."
"Well, what does that mean?"
Bulma unwrapped her arms from her legs and turned from her darkened window to look at the small and happy child on her bed. Right now he looked as close to worried as he ever got.
"It means that you'll live with us until you grow up as part of the family. My parents will become your parents as well."
"Oh........Bulma?"
"Hmm?"
"Will that make you my sister?"
"It sure will kid."
Goku jumped up and stood looking at her from the middle of her overly large bed.
"Great. I'll protect you always once you're my sister. No one will hurt you again, not even that Vegeta guy."
A small shudder tried to force its way up her spine at those words and Bulma's sense of foreboding increased sharply. She forced a smile onto her face and hoped it didn't seem as forced as it felt, she really did mean what she was trying to say.
"Thanks Goku. You're the best."
Bulma leaned over the edge of her window seat and smiled at Goku, sharing a moment of calm, peace, and happiness.
"Do you have any more food?"
Bulma almost fell off of her window seat when she heard him say that.
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Creatures of the dark are reputable for striking when it's actually dark and for wanting to wait out for the death of any light that can keep them back. He was no exception. Oh he could do very well during the day, but his favorite time would always be the night.
The night which enveloped him like a second skin, which comforted him and whispered to him of his assured success. The night, which wrapped him in her arms and never let him down. Never. He knew where he stood once he was in the dark. He could do anything he set his mind to and he could do it well. It was the insubstantial sustenance that kept him breathing, kept him alive, kept him sane.
And so he waited, as he always did when the night required his patience. He waited for the window above him to plunge into the smothering darkness that he so loved.
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Bulma's intense feelings were growing stronger, not lesser, as she had thought they would once Goku was gone and she was lying down in her bed. She kept her eyes closed, hoping that she could shove aside this enigmatic feeling and fall asleep. A line of light crept beneath her closed lids and she sat up gasping, waiting for some...thing to attack her. Nothing was in the room, and she could tell that quite easily because she had forgotten to turn her light off. As she reached over to turn off her bedside lamp she was thrown again into that silent, empty world that was such a puzzle to her.
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The small light finally shut off and he stood up, brushing himself off with a preternatural calm that most would envy. What he was going to do tonight took a kind of daring that few men, at least few sane men, would even consider worthwhile. But then, most men didn't work for Vegeta.
He slipped over the fence that closed off the compound from the noise and chaos of the streets, amazingly without tripping any alarms. He dashed carefully across the grass and up to the building, pausing underneath a window, the very window in which the last light had gone out. So far it had been easy, but he knew what kind of people lived her and what kind of precautions should have been in evidence, and weren't.
Once he was certain that he could neither see nor hear anything that might give him away he found his way to the balcony, using his grapple hooks and his climbing boots. In the light of day little holes would be revealed inside the wall from the spikes on his boots, but with the night, nothing could be seen.
He had almost reached the top, one foot was over the railing and he was balanced precariously on it when he heard a sound he hadn't expected. The balcony door was opening. And unless he was mistaken, that was not the person he was after coming outside.
"Stop!"
'Shit!'
He withdrew his leg from the railing and clambered down the rope as fast as he could. Before his pursuer even reached the railing he had disengaged his rope and was half way to the gate. Once he got over the wall he dashed away and started throwing random curses over his shoulder at the one that interrupted him. Perhaps he would have to have some surveillance on the place.
He grinned to himself. Surveillance was good. It meant more nights spent in the solemn darkness he so loved.
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Bulma ran through the darkened forest, tears streaming down her face. She was extremely tired of this crap happening to her. It was pitch black when she opened her eyes and she had reached over, expecting to find her lamp next to her bed. But her hand had contacted with skin and she had jerked back her hand in fright. She could sense the person sitting next to her smiling at her, and she was certain that if she could have seen the smile it would have been one of insanity.
She had jumped up so quickly that she had twisted her ankle in a hole, but she didn't let that stop her. It was painful as hell but the insane man behind her was scaring her too much to rest. This was the third time she'd had a dream like this, at least she sincerely hoped that she was dreaming, and it hadn't gotten any less strange. In fact, she'd rather have dreamed the first one again. At least that one was fun as well as strange.
The rocky terrain under her feet didn't give her any great advantage either and she couldn't for the life of her figure out why she kept having these strange dreams. Once again she found herself running for her life in an area she did not recognize, didn't know how she got there, or who was chasing her.
The only thing she did know was that she didn't want him catching her.
Suddenly large chaos erupted around her, but she couldn't see anything happening in the little glade she was running through. Two words swam clearly through her mind. 'Stop!' 'Shit!'
Bulma tried to struggle through a hazy dreaminess that suddenly over took her, she fought towards the voices, both of which she recognized, but once again, the darkness swam up and enveloped her.
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AN: Yeah! I'm done. I want you all to meet my muse, Kiandarala.
Kia: "Hi everyone. I'm Kia and I'm Heather's muse." ^_^
"I already said that Kia."
Kia: ::continues to smile::
::sweatdrops::
Once again, if you'd like to be part of my mailing list, just send me an e-mail at hibari_heza@yahoo.com or leave your e-mail in a review. Thanks.
Lynz: Thanks Lynz. ^_^ You'll just have to wait like everyone else. ^_^
Roguemoon: Well, there will be action sometime soon. ^_^ I'm trying not to write such short chaps, sometimes I just can't help it. Heh
V.J: Lol, I love it when she does that too. ^_^ Oh, he's getting better, and thanks. Yeah she's the best! Well, I have this fic with my friends where I'm going to beat up on one of them, very therapeutic.
Empress Sara- Sama: Hehehe ^_^ Well, all I ask is you try. Hee ^_~
Selenity Jade: Erm....k ^_^ Thanks Jade. Thanks...Zan-kun...kind of...heh ^_^ I doubt it's a conspiracy...but then again, you never know...hee
Chapter 16
Loving the Dark
Disclaimer: I still don't own DragonballZ...that still makes me sad....but oh well. ^_^ At least I can have fun writing this. ^_^
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Bulma stared out her window into the dark, an awful sense of foreboding taking possession of her with a tenacity she found hard to disregard. It wasn't just that she knew, deep down, that she had not had her last encounter with Vegeta; it wasn't even that she was afraid of the outcome of seeing him again, which she was, she very much doubted that he would leave her alive the next time. No, it was something more than that, it was something she wasn't certain was either bad or good; either painful or......
A loud knocking reverberated against the wood of her bedroom door and Bulma sighed, snapped out of her silent reverie by the obnoxious noise.
"Hold on. Who is it?"
"Bulma?"
"Goku? What are you doing up? You should be sleeping."
Bulma hurried to jump down from her window seat and open the door. The child looked up at her in worry as he walked through the door.
"I don't know. I can't sleep yet. I'm-"
"Hungry?"
At Goku's nod Bulma smiled and shook her head. She pulled a few things out of the small refrigerator that she kept in her room and handed them over to him. Goku jumped up happily on her bed and ripped into the food, leaving Bulma staring at him with one eyebrow raised.
"Ummm....was there anything else?"
"Nope, this was all I wanted."
Bulma sighed in slight exasperation and crawled back up on her window seat, pulling her knees up under her chest and wrapping her arms around them. The only sounds to fill her room for several minutes were her own breathing in her ears and Goku's chomping away at his food. She thought about warning him not to get crumbs in her bed but considering there were probably crumbs the second he jumped on her bed with the food she decided it wasn't worth the effort.
"Bulma?"
"Hn?"
"What am I going to do now?"
"You'll stay here for as long as you want Goku. My parents have even been talking about adopting you."
"Well, what does that mean?"
Bulma unwrapped her arms from her legs and turned from her darkened window to look at the small and happy child on her bed. Right now he looked as close to worried as he ever got.
"It means that you'll live with us until you grow up as part of the family. My parents will become your parents as well."
"Oh........Bulma?"
"Hmm?"
"Will that make you my sister?"
"It sure will kid."
Goku jumped up and stood looking at her from the middle of her overly large bed.
"Great. I'll protect you always once you're my sister. No one will hurt you again, not even that Vegeta guy."
A small shudder tried to force its way up her spine at those words and Bulma's sense of foreboding increased sharply. She forced a smile onto her face and hoped it didn't seem as forced as it felt, she really did mean what she was trying to say.
"Thanks Goku. You're the best."
Bulma leaned over the edge of her window seat and smiled at Goku, sharing a moment of calm, peace, and happiness.
"Do you have any more food?"
Bulma almost fell off of her window seat when she heard him say that.
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Creatures of the dark are reputable for striking when it's actually dark and for wanting to wait out for the death of any light that can keep them back. He was no exception. Oh he could do very well during the day, but his favorite time would always be the night.
The night which enveloped him like a second skin, which comforted him and whispered to him of his assured success. The night, which wrapped him in her arms and never let him down. Never. He knew where he stood once he was in the dark. He could do anything he set his mind to and he could do it well. It was the insubstantial sustenance that kept him breathing, kept him alive, kept him sane.
And so he waited, as he always did when the night required his patience. He waited for the window above him to plunge into the smothering darkness that he so loved.
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Bulma's intense feelings were growing stronger, not lesser, as she had thought they would once Goku was gone and she was lying down in her bed. She kept her eyes closed, hoping that she could shove aside this enigmatic feeling and fall asleep. A line of light crept beneath her closed lids and she sat up gasping, waiting for some...thing to attack her. Nothing was in the room, and she could tell that quite easily because she had forgotten to turn her light off. As she reached over to turn off her bedside lamp she was thrown again into that silent, empty world that was such a puzzle to her.
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The small light finally shut off and he stood up, brushing himself off with a preternatural calm that most would envy. What he was going to do tonight took a kind of daring that few men, at least few sane men, would even consider worthwhile. But then, most men didn't work for Vegeta.
He slipped over the fence that closed off the compound from the noise and chaos of the streets, amazingly without tripping any alarms. He dashed carefully across the grass and up to the building, pausing underneath a window, the very window in which the last light had gone out. So far it had been easy, but he knew what kind of people lived her and what kind of precautions should have been in evidence, and weren't.
Once he was certain that he could neither see nor hear anything that might give him away he found his way to the balcony, using his grapple hooks and his climbing boots. In the light of day little holes would be revealed inside the wall from the spikes on his boots, but with the night, nothing could be seen.
He had almost reached the top, one foot was over the railing and he was balanced precariously on it when he heard a sound he hadn't expected. The balcony door was opening. And unless he was mistaken, that was not the person he was after coming outside.
"Stop!"
'Shit!'
He withdrew his leg from the railing and clambered down the rope as fast as he could. Before his pursuer even reached the railing he had disengaged his rope and was half way to the gate. Once he got over the wall he dashed away and started throwing random curses over his shoulder at the one that interrupted him. Perhaps he would have to have some surveillance on the place.
He grinned to himself. Surveillance was good. It meant more nights spent in the solemn darkness he so loved.
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Bulma ran through the darkened forest, tears streaming down her face. She was extremely tired of this crap happening to her. It was pitch black when she opened her eyes and she had reached over, expecting to find her lamp next to her bed. But her hand had contacted with skin and she had jerked back her hand in fright. She could sense the person sitting next to her smiling at her, and she was certain that if she could have seen the smile it would have been one of insanity.
She had jumped up so quickly that she had twisted her ankle in a hole, but she didn't let that stop her. It was painful as hell but the insane man behind her was scaring her too much to rest. This was the third time she'd had a dream like this, at least she sincerely hoped that she was dreaming, and it hadn't gotten any less strange. In fact, she'd rather have dreamed the first one again. At least that one was fun as well as strange.
The rocky terrain under her feet didn't give her any great advantage either and she couldn't for the life of her figure out why she kept having these strange dreams. Once again she found herself running for her life in an area she did not recognize, didn't know how she got there, or who was chasing her.
The only thing she did know was that she didn't want him catching her.
Suddenly large chaos erupted around her, but she couldn't see anything happening in the little glade she was running through. Two words swam clearly through her mind. 'Stop!' 'Shit!'
Bulma tried to struggle through a hazy dreaminess that suddenly over took her, she fought towards the voices, both of which she recognized, but once again, the darkness swam up and enveloped her.
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AN: Yeah! I'm done. I want you all to meet my muse, Kiandarala.
Kia: "Hi everyone. I'm Kia and I'm Heather's muse." ^_^
"I already said that Kia."
Kia: ::continues to smile::
::sweatdrops::
Once again, if you'd like to be part of my mailing list, just send me an e-mail at hibari_heza@yahoo.com or leave your e-mail in a review. Thanks.
Lynz: Thanks Lynz. ^_^ You'll just have to wait like everyone else. ^_^
Roguemoon: Well, there will be action sometime soon. ^_^ I'm trying not to write such short chaps, sometimes I just can't help it. Heh
V.J: Lol, I love it when she does that too. ^_^ Oh, he's getting better, and thanks. Yeah she's the best! Well, I have this fic with my friends where I'm going to beat up on one of them, very therapeutic.
Empress Sara- Sama: Hehehe ^_^ Well, all I ask is you try. Hee ^_~
Selenity Jade: Erm....k ^_^ Thanks Jade. Thanks...Zan-kun...kind of...heh ^_^ I doubt it's a conspiracy...but then again, you never know...hee