Tempting Death

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By The Eternity Dragon

Chapter Four

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Vegeta closed the door, cutting off the light from the hall lamp, the entire room was shadowed in an over hanging darkness, but she wasn't afraid of the dark she never had been, on the contrary she liked the dark.

It held unknown mysteries and possessed secrets locked in a tight embrace; he moved slowly towards her his eyes never leaving hers, she could feel her heart pounding against her throat, she glared back at him with the same malevolence and posture, she'd never let him win this game, never!

He stood behind her and snaked one arm around her chest resting his hand on her left shoulder and yanking her non to gently back against his hard torso.

Her teeth clamped down onto her tongue and the hot metallic taste of her own blood flowed against her icy lips.

She felt fire stir within her as his hand slid sensually over her midriff clambering leisurely and lethargically upwards to remove her top. She stifled the panic that was now coursing through her, he did it slowly, frighteningly slowly, so that a second seemed to last an eternity. Bulma briefly wondered whether or not he was going to kill her as the long sleeved T-shirt fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.

She gasped; the sound piercing the lucid atmosphere of the silent room. The cold night air slivered across her bare skin; goose bumps forming across the surface, her beautiful porcelain skin was marred he could see that clearly in the dim light cast by the half moon.

Every few inches there was a deep cut in smooth milk like substance, deep purple engravements, long surface slashes that seemed to spiral in different directions and nail marks, lots and lots of nail marks.

Vegeta let his eyes trail sensually onto her back; scouring her skin brushing his nose against her hair, allowing himself the brief pleasure of inhaling her citrus like scent. A deep blue and purple bruise caught his attention, below her shoulder bone, long red marks stretched across it as though she had tried to scratch it off in her anger. This wasn't right; he was feeling sick to his stomach now as he could see some wounds on her back were still bleeding, crimson blood trickled from a gash above her right hip.

He touched it with the tip of one salty finger, her gasp of sudden pain sent odd sensations dancing through his stomach.

She wriggled and writhed in his iron like grasp, trying desperately to pry herself loose; where ever he touched her, her skin exploded in fire. Waves emotion and anger flooded through her like a swollen river who's banks have crumpled under pressure.

"Enjoying yourself are you?" she hissed her voice seductively husky, long cerulean hair clouding her face from view as she lent forwards in a constrained effort to remove her person from his prying hands.

Blood; her blood lay glistening on the skin of his fore finger.

Scarlet in appearance but much thicker than water.

The air stank of blood, blood, her life blood, what was she doing?

Bulma struggled again but to no avail; she hated the pressing silence like she was under some sort of interrogation, she didn't want to be treated like some mad thing.

She could take the pain, but not this horrific silence, and the last thing she wanted was his pity, to be treated like some sort of sick and wounded animal.

She wanted his pain, his anger, his body, his soul but anything; anything rather than his pity.

"Woman," he said slowly and fixedly after a moment's pause his voice lingering on the heavy air as though trying to get over the initial shock of her self inflicted wounds. His eyes, still fixed on the blood that was now dribbling down his finger, "What the hell is this about?"

His voice was passive, incomprehensible, cold; choking down the scream that swelled inside of her chest she tore herself away from him with sudden intense strength. She turned and faced him like a cornered animal, her wildly glittering eyes never once leaving his. If he was surprised or alarmed he didn't show it, he surveyed her with the frigid superiority she so abhorred. Bulma couldn't stand it; she felt the rage bubble inside of her like a volcano until it burst forth with untapped rage and aggression.

"Don't you dare feel sorry for me you bastard!" She balled her fist and struck him hard across the face, a red mark seared across his seamless completion.

With one fluidic movement he had pinned her against the wall, the wind knocked out of her and the room oddly spinning before her eyes.

"Don't you dare touch me!" she screamed her head slamming into the wall, he smiled in tainted satisfaction at the sickening crunch and a sudden grunt of pain.

Vegeta let go of her and she fell to the floor her knees crashing into the wooden floorboard empailling them painfully upon a nail, she showed no sign of pain, but merely glanced up eyes mask like and emotionless all of a sudden, as a fresh spurt of blood dribbled down her slender leg. His nose was bleeding she realised.

His eyes found hers again, and this time the anger inside of them caused her temperature to soar, perspiration prickled painfully across her body. Vegeta leaned slowly down, wiping the thick blood from his bloodied nose on the back of his hand,

he yanked her up by her wrists and pinned her against his body. Her chest pressed to his chest his hips encircling hers. Arms clamped woodenly by her sides she could do nothing but regain her composure and listen as his arms moved about her waist while he whispered angrily in her ear.

"You want to hurt yourself so bad woman why don't I do it where everyone can see it?" 

Bulma didn't move or make any sign that she had heard what he said, she stared solidly at the wall behind his eye, her eyes never flicking to her capture. Although her blood ran cold as she felt his nose bump against the soft skin at the base of her neck, "How about a flesh wound here?" he said casually, he was enjoying this, he could smell her terror and her anger.

Did she think he'd let her win that easily?

She had a lot to learn about true Saiya-jins, he decided.

He liked her determination and that definite streak of stubbornness that seemed to reside in her countenance.

Yes he was enjoying this, why didn't they push the stakes a little higher?

The fact was he knew she was enjoying this to, and above all he knew she was attracted to him, he could taste it in her blood, driving her mad with conflicting emotions routed in hate, deceit, denial and lust.

He chuckled to himself, opening his mouth and letting sharp canines rake across her skin, she shuddered but made no other sign of displeasure.

He closed his eyes, taking in her dark citrus smell, like potent acid and yet unlike the bitter fragrance that consumes lemons and limes. She smelled sweet and young, although already she had entered her twenties the years fell unaged from her perfect form. She was beautiful, he had no wish in denying that, he was attracted to her but purely on a sexual basis, he wanted no part in this ludicrous game she was playing, or did he. Did he want the pleasure of seeing her break, her sudden submission to tears, the inevitable cave in to the lust and attraction that was coursing though both of them?

Did he want to break her heart, was she already insane?

There was a level of frightening sanity about her that almost over toppled his calm awareness of logic, she fought with emotions, both in the mind and body. Shadows enveloped her, it didn't take a trained eye to see that, the real Bulma was lost in that form, showing herself briefly in moments of anger or passion. This thing that was staring so fixedly at the wall behind him was only a shell of it's former self. The shadows lurked in the deeper confines of her mind, eating away at the spoiled for it had taken.

Would he break her?

And if he did what would be left?

Would she try to break him, was she already trying?

And if so why?

And in the deepest regions of his mind, places where he buried thoughts that he would rather forget, he remembered the dreams he had had of her naked form lying within his grasp.

Vegeta's eyes snapped open, alarmed by the sudden vivid image that had flickered into view before him, her blue eyes had flickered back to his now.

Cold and unearthly like a demons, he felt his temperature rise, disconcerted by his outward countenance he cast her from him in disgust.

"Get out!" He snarled, leaning back against the wall suddenly, inexplicably, utterly exhausted.

She stumbled forwards, clumsily like a child, reaching down to pick up the T-shirt that had so long before been cast to the ground.

She slipped it over her head, hiding her bra and bare back from his prying eyes, she turned to look at him, the moonlight casting shadows across her semi-naked form her long slender legs, her small waist, her well formed chest, her long neck and her heart shaped face.

Her expression was unreadable and her disposition dark, she didn't move for what seemed an age, eventually the silence played upon Vegeta's short temper.

"WHAT?!" He spat at her, his face contorted in anger, "WHAT THE HELL IS IT WOMAN?"

Bulma glared back at him, the part of her face he could perceive was calm and impassive.

"I know what it is you desire from me." She said simply, the words held hidden malice and seduction that made the hairs on the back of his neck prickle in suspense.

Vegeta glowered at her, his temperature rising steadily as her Prussian eyes washed into his.

"You better hope to God I don't act upon it then." He hissed slowly back at her, his teeth grinding against each other in alarm. Did she know?

And if so how?

She smiled suddenly, a cold and icy smile, the smile of a snake just before it strikes.

"I'd pray to God if I where you to save your unworthy soul. Because where your going there is no redemption for sinners. The sin I have I'll give to you and you will realise there is no beginning or end to the madness, the temptation you'll succumb to given time. And from the black pits your mind will be devoured in lamentation, and then no one will hear your cries for help."

Vegeta made a start as if to restrain her, but she drifted through the door like a chill breeze, those long slender legs disappearing from view into the cold and desolate night.

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I am sorry that took so long, originally I didn't plan on putting this chapter here, lol, excuse me, the next chapter will have a surprise visit from Chi-Chi and you'll know what exactly it was that Bulma did to Yamcha,

If that last paragraph confuses you, it doesn't matter, the riddle out to be revealed in the later story!

Thank you to everybody who has reviewed this fic, it gives me no greater pleasure to read long reviews!

Thank you again!

Love The Eternity Dragon

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Murray

P.S A big thank you to Android 18 who is truly a fantastic writer and with out her input this chapter would not have been possible you go girl!

P.P.S Eternity Rocks!