Chapter Five - Sparks

Bulma had stopped shaking. She also had stopped moving the chair. She just sat there, staring at nothing with blue eyes that still held no tears. She was too exhausted to cry. And there was a problem she had been working on for about half an hour that distracted her – an ever-increasing creak whenever she moved. This chair isn't going to last much longer, she thought, her breathing fast and disjointed. A small giggle escaped her. Perhaps I should just get off… I'm going to die anyway, why not end it right now? Without knowing it, she had started rocking again, Back and forth... , not even hearing the loud creaking of the chair. She closed her eyes.

Strong arms closed around her trembling form, cautiously lifting her up. She desperately clung to those arms, firmly keeping her eyes shut, not wanting to see the metal floor beneath her. A moving sensation, not quite like walking, as she was taken out of the room, to she didn't know where. Then, finally, she was released. There was something soft underneath her. She dared to look around. She was sitting on her own bed, in her own room, the presence of the one who had saved her still close. Her gaze went up, until she was staring into the unreadable depths of Vegeta's black eyes. Her mouth opened, trying to say something, but only a small choke came up her throat as she finally realized that she was safe. Oh, Kami… Hot tears she hadn't been able to cry finally fell, as she flung herself into Vegeta's arms, clinging tightly to the surprised Saiyan, sobbing, hiccuping, and sobbing even more.

Vegeta looked down at the woman who wouldn't let him go. Slowly, hesitantly, he raised his arms and put them around her shaking body, holding her. Her violent crying became less intense, as he started gently stroking her back. What am I doing here? he thought, not quite understanding himself. But she feels good… Holding her felt more than good, it felt right.

Maybe… He took a deep breath, inhaling her warm scent. His right hand slowly moved around her back, until it rested on her breast. Her crying stopped. Bulma looked up, her ocean eyes meeting Vegeta's coal ones. Then she surprised them both as she threw herself into a hungry kiss.

That was all he needed. With a quick movement, he flipped the woman over onto her back, smirking at her surprised gasp. He silenced her protest with a passionate kiss, his tongue invading her mouth, while lightly stroking her breasts with his hands. She gave a screech as he ripped her shirt in two, but that sound quickly turned into a moan as he started playing with her body, leaving her shaking, until she couldn't stand it any longer. Breaking the kiss, he looked into her face. Her eyes were closed, her features an image of pleasure

"Ve… Vegeta, please…" He stopped immediately, looking at her. Then he understood what she wanted. He freed her and himself of any clothing in almost one movement, making her giggle. Her eyes widened slightly as she stared at him naked. Then she smiled, her eyes sparkling with delight.

"You really are the Prince of all Saiyans, aren't you?" That made him smirk. "You bet." Her smile grew more intense.

"Prove it…"

And that he did, until they both fell asleep in each others arms.

His body was floating in darkness. Thick silence surrounded him, and it really pissed him off. But there was something else inside him. He never would admit even to himself that it was a slight fear.

Then the light appeared next to him, and he reached out for it, desperately wanting this to end. As soon as he had touched it, he saw the same scene as always, with the two images of himself underneath him. His captured self looked like he was on the verge of death, his chained body bleeding heavily now. He had his eyes closed, the other one standing in front of him with a triumphant grin. He reached under his shirt, and again held the key in his hand. And suddenly his face turned into an expression of pure evil, making the watcher wince.

And widening his eyes in horror, as the key was rammed right through the captive's throat. His gasp caused the evil one to look up, and speak, almost friendly.

See… Love Can Kill You. He seemed to enjoy his own joke. But A Live Without It... Most Certainly Will.

And again he was laughing, laughing…

Vegeta's eyes flew open. He held his breath, to slow down his racing heart. What the hell was that! Then he sensed a weight on his chest, which certainly had no origin in his – dream! DREAM! – nightmare. He sighed quietly as he looked down at the woman who hadn't released her hold of him during the night. Her breast was rising and falling steadily, her head resting lightly upon his chest. He realized that he had his arms put around her, and frowned. He stared into her peaceful face, and frowned even more, confused by the strange emotion that had somehow found a way inside his heart. He… he was not liking this… was he? And he certainly didn't want – or need – this, waking up with a woman in his arms, her body warming his own, sleeping trustingly inside his embrace…

Damn it! he cursed himself, cursed the confusion that lately seemed to be his constant companion. What the hell do you think you are doing! The prince of all Saiyans, having nightmares! The shame! And now you're mating with a human and even think you could have feelings for her? Well, and what feelings are that supposed to be? Love, the key to whatever? You weak... Human!

The Saiyan got up, moving carefully despite his anger for not wanting to wake the woman, and picking up his clothes, he left.

AN: So here's another chapter. Hope you enjoyed it (the few people who read it). o