Title: The Colour Grey
Disclaimer: I own nothing...
Summery: When Bulma was four, there was a strange little boy in her pre-school class, this strange child was taken away by the government one day, and no one saw him again. 12 year's later, Bulma discovers that she has some strange power's of her own and starts to make wired thing's happen... what will happen when she is taken to a special school, for "special" children? And meets someone who she hasn't seen in year's? This is a B/V AU fic, R & R if you like it
Authoress' Note: Oh dear... I have no clue on what to write! I mean SURE I've got the chapter all planned out, but it's harder then it sounds! Now then. Vegeta will act kind of weird in this story OK? But I've named the chapter that for a reason. Because that's what he is.
Chapter 5: HELD PRISONER BY YOUR OWN MIND
She screamed. She screamed so loud and hard that she thought her lungs might burst. The boy brought one finger to his lips in a "quiet" gesture. Bulma stopped screaming, closing her mouth with a snap. The boy let his hand drop.
They stared at each other for a moment. The hallway was uncomfortably silent. The boy didn't say a word.
His large eyes where dull and grey. And he seemed to be staring straight through the girl in front of him, rather than at her. He had a shallow face and paper white skin. His thin body was covered in a crisp white hospital gown and there where slippers on his feet. Bulma let her eyes travel down his body. He didn't look very healthy. It was like he hadn't eaten in a month. So thin.
Bulma's blue orbs flicked to his left arm. She let out a little gasp. It was heavily bandaged. From just below his elbow, down to his knuckles. His thin finger's sticking out of the cream fabric. She raised her eyes back to his pale face. He stared back at her. Unblinking.
"What happened to your arm?" she asked timidly. Trying to start a conversation.
He said nothing.
Bulma frowned.
"Are you deaf?"
Still nothing.
She cocked her head to one side. Ok. She looked up at his hair, only just having noticed. And gasped. The strange boy had hair as black as night. It flicked up into a flame and some of it fell over his thin face in think uneven bangs. Vegeta Ouji had hair like that. She looked back at his face. Actually. Vegeta looked a lot like this guy. He also seemed to be about the same age as Bulma herself. Which meant...
Bulma for the umpteenth time that night gasped.
"Vegeta! Vegeta is that you!" she said, moving foreword.
Vegeta still remained silent. He hadn't even blinked. If it wasn't for the slight rise and fall of his upper stomach, Bulma would of thought he was dead. And of course, he was standing up. But that was besides the point.
Bulma grasped his thin shoulders.
"Vegeta! Do you remember me? I'm Bulma! We used to go to Preschool together!"
Vegeta continued to look at her, but didn't say a word. Although she could sware he was actually focused on her now. His grey eyes where a little sharper. But not by much. He still looked dazed. Like he was asleep.
Bulma tightened her grip and shock him gently.
"Bulma. Don't you remember me? I used to sit next to you during story time."
It didn't look as though any of this was getting through to him. His eyes glazed over again and he resumed staring straight through her. His small mouth opening slightly.
Bulma shook him harder.
"It's me Bulma! Bulma Briefs! Come on Vegeta! Don't you remember?" she said.
Vegeta still didn't say a word. Bulma could feel tears sting the backs of her eyes. What was wrong with him? Why wasn't he talking. Did he even know that she was there!.
"Vegeta come on, stop it! You're scaring me. Snap out of it!"
No answer.
"SAY SOMETHING!" she cried suddenly, pushing him back with a little more force then was necessary.
Vegeta fell back, landing hard on the smooth tiled floor. He lay there for a moment, staring up at ceiling. Bulma gasped (AN: Yes I know, she does that a lot.) kneeling down beside him.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I... I didn't mean to... to push you that hard." she said, her words falling over one another. "Are you OK?"
Vegeta didn't answer. Instead he stood up -with as much grace a ballet dancer- and looked down at her. Ok so he did know she was there. Bulma got up as well. A little shakily. Vegeta's dull grey eyes followed her. She shivered. The way he was watching her was... kind of creepy.
She backed up.
"Um... I should go... it's... it's really late. We should be in bed."
Vegeta continued to watch her. Staying silent.
The blue haired genius gave a thin smile.
"Bye."
Without waiting for the answer, that she knew wouldn't be coming anyway, Bulma spun around and hurried back down the corridor.
Once at the corner, she turned around. To wave to him or something. But he wasn't there. The hallway was empty. She shivered again.
"O... kay."
Scared, the teen sped back to her room. Promising never to sneak out of bed again.
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SO THERE WE GO! Another chapter done! And at record speed! ( Half an hour) YAY! GO ME! Hope you liked. And I do hope you liked the way I have Vegeta. Review please!
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