Tempting Death
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By The Eternity Dragon
Chapter Seven
Vegeta turned and switched the gravity settings down to zero, sweat dripping from his forehead and torso he moved quickly into the shower extension allowing cold water to course across his skin. His mind kept flicking back and forth from those blue eyes, her fire, that look of utter contempt that had lingered in her lips. He shook his head, forcing the images from his mind, now was the not the time to get side tracked by….distractions.
Pulling the towel roughly over his damp hair, he cast a disgusted look out of the window.
It was raining, again.
Fat droplets of the icy cold liquid dribbled furiously down the pane. Pulling a top haphazardly over his head, he stumbled clumsily out into the yard.
Rain trickled down his back, dancing across the tarmac pavements and running in tiny tributaries down it the sewers.
Vegeta frowned, he was hungry and that woman had not come back to the house yet, he smirked remembering the look on her face when he had last seen her.
The clouds rumbled over head, white streaks of lightening dashed across the darkening sky.
Vegeta paused, his hand halfway towards the handle of the back door; darts of electricity rushed up and down his spine.
Someone was watching him.
Standing rock still, rain slid across his skin, lying like ice across his living flesh.
Slowly, he turned round, emotions pushed to one side, the 6th sense of one who has been hunted all his life coming into play.
She stood, silent, mute, statue like, arms by her sides, rain trickling down her body.
Rigid and taught like some sort of doll, her eyes expressionless boring into his, that sapphire of countless oceans, countless tears, countless pain, frozen damned up into a well of nothingness.
For a second he forgot even to breath.
Standing there for what seemed an age he finally moved, "What are you doing?" he asked gruffly, disconcerted at being caught off his guard.
How long had she been standing there for?
Bulma didn't move; her lips frozen, deadened as water slid languorously over the twin crimson petals.
Vegeta walked towards her, rain sliding unpleasantly down his bare arms, soaking his T-Shirt causing his skin to prickle in irrepressible goose bumps.
"Woman," he said gently somewhat unsure of her reaction.
Her gaze didn't flicker, like some dead thing she stood motionless; her eyes unblinking, dark and lost in a horizon of thoughts and shadows.
He raised his hand to her face, hesitating slightly before touching her skin, she was ice cold!
His warm fingers lingering on her smooth skin, he let his fingertips slid across to her mouth, brushing gently against her scarlet blood like lips.
She shuddered, and blinked but made no movement to stop him, her eyes still unfathomable, like an empty picture, or the bottom of a well, nothing but nothingness was reflected in her eyes.
Reason quickly surfaced again, questions buzzing through his mind in the blink of an eye, he had to get her inside, get her warm, get her to react again somehow someway.
Where was the fire?
All he saw was a glacier of impenetrable crystal.
Taking her by the arm he led her towards the house, she moved slowly, like someone who is walking through water, sluggish and slow.
Vegeta kept turning round and staring at her, guilt was swelling inside of him.
Was this somehow his fault?
He had thought her much stronger than this; this total shut down seemed enigmatic
to him. Like a broken body with its soul long gone, lost in the ages but there, a flicker and a thought but nothing more.
He stopped her inside the hallway, removing that blood red coat from her shoulders, it fell in a crumpled heap by her feet, she looked so small without it, less dominating, less imperious, pale even.
The colour was drained from her cheeks, listless and pale; she stood like a ghost, her eyes still unreadable he began to lead her up the stair pausing as he towards her room.
For once in his life he was at a standstill, images of blood flickered into his mind.
Fingernails raking her pale porcelain flashed in front of his eyes, the smelling of blood lingering in his nostrils.
Could if he left her alone would she do something drastic?
But then again taking her into his room would be inappropriate, but when had he the Prince of Saiya-jins cared for common courtesy? Except paid to himself of course, but then that was natural.
Bulma blinked, her eyes flickered from the indecisive form of the Saiya-jin in front of her to the door of her own room.
Nothing stirred within her heart, no pain, no anger, no life, nothing.
The silence was immense, sucking her self-restraint and sanity into a bottomless black hole, like she was slowly suffocating.
Moving quickly past him she entered the room and shut the door, sinking against the panel, clutching her knees to her chest she gently rocked backwards and forwards.
Desperately trying to stem the overwhelming flow of nothingness that was streaming through her.
She closed her eyes.
"Feel." She muttered incomprehensibly to herself, the rain pounding relentlessly against the window.
The wind tore across the gardens, rushing through the trees, hurling against the house in untold rage, battering water pearls in all directions, splattering them like the conquest of war onto every available surface.
"Feel." She said again, louder, her hands travelling up her arms like icicles, raking across her marred skin.
The pain was fresh and so reassuringly real.
She closed her eyes, relishing the feel of the throbbing that was slowly spreading across her skin.
Images of the day flickered again before her, that red hair, those green eyes, that look of horror, that expression.
I've moved on, why haven't you?
Bulma stood up; hands clutching her head as though in extreme pain.
"I don't want your pity!" she snarled, as though talking to something, anything.
The silence remained swallowing her hole, forcing anger out in frightening amounts of pain and anguish. The fury was beginning to swell, she needed something, anything, stop this pain.
"Don't you dare pity me!" She shook her head violently, as though trying to shake a mental image off.
Don't leave me alone.
"NO!" The scream ripped from her throat like a dying creature, ripping from her lungs with a full force that terrified her.
She fell to the floor, nails sinking deep into the soft flesh beneath her right wrist, blood spurted from the wound dribbling down her arms.
Pain coursing through her, she crouched down, watching in horror as the crimson liquid spooled onto the white carpet.
"Stand up woman."
Bulma spun round, her eyes glittering wildly, heart pounding erratically against her chest she stepped backwards not even trying to hide her self inflicted wound.
"GET OUT!"
He didn't move, she was like a caged animal frightened and alone, the flames where burning into her flesh, slowly killing her.
He stirred, gently approaching her, she shuddered, rage filling her eyes once again, she lifted her hand to strike him full across the face.
He started, grabbing her wrist, before it could reach him, jerking her towards him so that her nose bumped against his chest.
Her eyes watered, she pushed herself away with her bloody hand.
Eyes smouldering with anger, she glared up into his onyx eyes, "Don't you,"
she began, but she never finished the sentence.
He shook his head, realising her arm, taking her bloody hand in his he allowed his eyes to trail languorously across it.
He watched her reaction, she had gone frigid again, 'Feel damn it!', he thought raising her arm to his lips he let his tongue slid across her icy flesh, she shuddered.
Moving his mouth of her wound he sucked, feeling her metallic blood enter his mouth, he was infused with her now. Her eyes wide and shocked flooded into his,
"Vegeta," she said softly, her arm flexing under his touch, "What's wrong with me?"
He looked at her, not wondering where to begin, but where to stop, "Tell me first what's wrong with the whole God forsaken world and then I'll answer that."
She laughed, cold and mirthless, "The world is not to blame," she said quietly, not looking at him, again he ran his tongue across her exposed flesh and she trembled.
"Stop it." She said loudly, panic rising inside of her.
He moved closer, his hot hands moving from her arms to her waist.
"Why?" he hissed in her ear, "afraid you'll feel something for a monster?"
Don't leave me standing here.
"Let me go!" she snarled, pushing at his chest, her gaze flickering from those scintillating eyes, cold shivers danced throughout her body as she felt his mouth move to the base of her neck and move its way upwards.
He's not the monster.
"Stop!" his mouth moved fervently over hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth, filling her, plunging her forwards and then back again, fighting for air she tried to subdue the reactions her body was undergoing.
Don't let me fall again.
"You have to let me go!"
"Why?" he snarled in her ear, his hands travelling up her back, causing her spine to curve into his body of its own accord.
"So you can continue this sick little game of yours?"
Bulma struggled trying desperately to fight her way out of his grasp, her own passions where ensnaring her.
"It's not a game!" she hissed though her teeth as those hot kisses rained across her face, her temperature soaring, she fought to remain sane.
"No," she moaned, parting her lips fractionally, feeling his wet tongue slide sensually across the crimson buds.
Why am I still falling?
She gasped, her mind falling into mindless sensations, noise and delirium, somewhere rain was falling with monotonous rapidity on a tiled roof. Somewhere the wind was blowing relentlessly of a window pane that was in turn throwing itself against the sill in angry jagged movements.
Vegeta moved his head back, gulping down the cool air, a thousand words, and thousand questions were running through his brain, this should stop, he should stop.
Her eyes were closed; long inhales and exhales of breath were finding themselves laboriously expelled from her lips, one hand clutching his shoulder, blood dribbling down her skin in long trickles, like crimson ribbons sailing down her arm.
That was all he could smell, blood.
Her blood.
He was drowning in blood.
Don't let me fall.
What was he doing?
He lent forwards his nose bumping gently across hers, easing in again one step at a time.
Maybe he should stop.
Her eyes were still closed as he ran one warm hand around her midriff, all the while conscious of the hand she had placed at the nape of his neck.
"Bulma," he let the name slide off his lips slowly, savouring every syllable, watching with profound amusement at the way she shuddered, the way her mouth would open slightly, the way she gasped when he kissed her.
Watching her, only her, only his.
His hand moved in a slow circle about her midriff, sliding sensually and leisurely under her shirt, her skin was as soft as a whisper, smooth as silk, pale as a ghost.
Her eyes were still closed; he could feel his heart jumping against his chest making breathing a stressful labour.
Maybe he should stop.
He was in far too deep to back out now.
Don't leave me standing here.
His other arm circled her waist pulling her possessively closer to him, hips crushed against one another's, his hand still resting on her flat stomach, her long hair cascading down her back , hanging in clumps still wet and wild.
She opened her eyes; waves of anger, hate, and self-loathing were mixed among pain, suppression, lust and deep passion.
He was lost in that split second, crystal seas and archetypal oceans, the heavens that split to bleed a river of tears. Water gushing from a waterfall to sunder into the jagged pits of open rocks.
Pain beyond pain, passion beyond passion, he was holding on to something that wasn't there.
He could touch it, he could feel it, he could see it, but it would never be his until that hollow shell was filled, filled with more than just a flicker and a thought, more than the countless anger of thousands, more than the rage of the sundering seas.
It had no love.
And he, the prince of all Saiya-jins could not save it.
The hate raged within her as a tempest that destroys everything within its path; all hatred, all rage that was found within the bottomless wells of her soul was channelled for one split second at him.
Like a fire it raged within her, leaving her filled with a new revulsion at having being touched by one she'd sworn to rip apart piece by piece.
The tables had been turned, her soul lay in tatters by her feet, her blood rushed for him, her pulse beat for him, her heart pounded for him and all sensations reeled.
But she couldn't forget.
With a sudden incalculable strength she tore herself away from him, her eyes wild and fierce she shrieked, "Don't you ever touch me again you monster!
I don't want to feel anything!
Not this pain… not this pain...
Do you hear?
Nothing!
Not from you or anything else! Now get the Hell out of my room!"
Her cheeks were flushed with crimson, the same colour as her lips; the same colour of her blood, the wound was now throbbing painfully again, comfort coursed through her, finally something that was real.
Vegeta stood there for a second, rain pounding against the roof, and the wind hurling itself against the windows with unleashed aggression.
He raised his head and jutted out his chin slightly, his eyes never leaving hers.
"I thought you were stronger than that." He said finally, those dark ominous orbs seeing right into her soul.
Her arms prickled and she felt herself shiver.
Don't let me fall.
He moved past her, pausing in the door way, "Obviously," he said after sometime, his voice fracturing the silence like ripples on the surface of a pool, "I was wrong."
And then he left her to the darkness, without turning back.
I'm falling now,
Why won't you catch me?
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Mmmmmm, could be a good update, could not be a good update, actually this is all due to Fadeaway Windwalker, it is that isn't it?
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This is a very crucial chapter, it's either gonna make it or break it so you know, watch out for the next 3 maybe, cause this is comin' to a bitter sweet ending :D
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