Welcome back everyone, sorry it took me like a year. Life is well, life. I drug this out of me, by using my free 5 minuets in a day to write at least 2 sentences. Sorry this isn't a long one, I promise the next one will be. Also, I wanted to let you know there will be a few twist in the story, thanks to my boredom. Lol. Anyways please enjoy, I hope you all will continue to review. This BEAutiful chapter is dedicated to one of my most dedicated friends, Carrie. Thanks for pushing me so much to get going again. Loves to all.
He stared at me for a second, I wasn't really sure what was going through his head, and I wasn't really sure I wanted to know. His voiced pained as it begun, simple nod and then he started, "That is about as much as we know right now." He stopped and opened his mouth and then closed it again not really sure what to say, "What happened to your parents?" Oh boy, rush of the stomach, I tired to breath in and out my head feeling like in was going to spin off my shoulders. 'Vegeta….Bulma, all of them.' "They're all gone, all of them." I felt my body shake again as it had done before and I began to cry. No I wasn't going to do this not again. I tired to breathe through it, to calm myself down, but all it did was worsen it I just began to choke and cough. His hand gently squeezed my heaving shoulder, but I shook it off and ran.
I found myself running through this world that looked of familiar to me, but I could smell the new paint and the fresh carpets, and I was coughing now. It was like running through someone else's memories but the trace of mine's was still here. The same hallways, the same windows, the same place as it has always been, the gravity room. I noticed I was holding my breath as I slammed my white knuckled fist into the red button, the door obliging to my entry. I walked into the familiar room, a sense of nostalgia coursing through my veins. The moment the door closed behind me I let out a scream. I let out everything, everyone who had died, all the little pieces in me screaming to be put back together by something, the need to be back where I was, the need to be away from this, this crap. I hated everything about this place, I hated everyone and there bright smiles, there careless notion about the world, I hated feeling alone in this huge crowd of people, and I hated living in the same house with the man who I would call father; the man who loved me when I couldn't love myself, the man who took me in and trained me when he hated my grandfather like he was a thorn in his paw.
My knees gave way; I fell to the cold ground my hands pressed into it keeping me from collapsing. The first tear fell from my pink cheek baptizing the crimson floor. Tear after tear my eyes grew blurry and I looked closely at the floor noticing the new scorches marks residing on the once almost perfect tiles. My hand swept a crossed it and I remembered.
The low hum of the gravity generator rang in my ears, my eyes searching up through my wet hair. Where was he? I wiped my mouth some of the blood had already begun to dry at the corner of my mouth, but I could still taste the fresh blood clinging to my lip. 'Come on…come on.' I followed his ki across the room, it was so quick, most probably couldn't follow it, but when you've been around someone's ki long enough you can latch onto it easily. And there it was moving at a distinctly fast pace straight for me. 'Wait for it.' His foot clicked on the ground just in front of me, I swung close, then launching my right leg out behind me connecting with his hard stomach. The gut sucked in underneath my foot, and the hand latched onto my ankle twisting the limb full force without much difficultly. I couldn't counter fast enough, and my body in its position wouldn't spin in time; there was a loud snap.
When my body flipped over my left leg came round with it knocking him off balance releasing his grip on my ankle. I whipped the limb underneath my body protectively. He was charging and I was in some serious trouble. I knew what the pain coursing up my leg meant, and I was already loosing with both ankles. I tucked down holding onto my ankle and rolled. He caught onto the back of my shirt, with ease and flung me against the wall. The gravity pushed me downed hard, I collided with the red floor much to my dismay. My shoulder came down first, I hit my ankle, it began to throb again and I winced.
"Son of a bitch." We hadn't fought this hard since, well since a year ago. He'd gone off alone for about a month, even against Bulma's protest. I wasn't completely surprised, I've never seen Vegeta listen to Bulma, and I've never seen him care about me, so his exiting of our current situation was almost, scheduled. When he did come back though he never did say what he had been doing, though I wished to pry, I never did.
He had come back in the night, I had been laying up reading a manual about the new gravity chamber, Bulma had confined herself to her lab and came out rarely joining me for a meal or acknowledging me. I thought she just missed Vegeta, so I sympathized with her, but it was killing me to be this lonely. Though there were few people left on the planet, I still really never been alone, or ignored.
There was slam; I had been stunned at the noise. I set the book down carefully sliding my legs off the edge of the bed. My bare feet sticking to the frozen floor, a shiver ran up my spine. I was beginning to regret my tank and shorts. I twisted the silver knob, the door opening with a long creak. Sticking my head out I gazed down the hallway; no one was there. I stepped out, my toes gripping the short fibers of the carpet. He was here.
I ran over the blue carpet quickly down the set of stairs leading into the living room. I passed the open front door into the kitchen. The tile was clean. Bulma must have been up late again. I stopped, that must be the reason for the slam. Then his ki flared the electric sparks of his energy pricking my skin. Down the hallway I saw him, deep black eyes glistening in the gravity chambers light. The door was open, the light pooling out. I traced his features, his emotion were tangible, floating in the air. Anger; I knew that look to well. I shifted my weight, my right foot lifting, ready to step back. I felt his energy spike just before the blast hit me square in the chest.
I landed on my upper back sliding across the kitchen tile; my legs came crashing down on my heels. I rolled over coughing; it felt like someone was sitting on my chest, I couldn't seem to get enough air. I looked up and saw him moving closer. Pressing my palms behind my head on the tile I sprang to my feet. I jumped up upon the counter rolling over it and into the living room. Another energy blast struck the TV; it exploded shards sticking into the wall and raining down on the ground. I pressed my back against the wall, hiding underneath the overhang of the kitchen counter.
I couldn't control my erratic breath; I knew he could hear me. I felt his energy hit another peak and he materialized in front of me. I sat frozen in fear. He raised his right hand and I dove out of the way as the kitchen counter disintegrated. I rolled behind the couch, it only took him a moment to react before his grip latched onto my shoulder and I was flung backwards into the wall. I would have stuck into the wall if enough of it had stayed together, but I was slammed into the cold floor by my own mass. Swinging my left leg underneath my body I clipped his ankle, knocking off his balance. I lunged forwards, my fist colliding with his jaw. There was a loud crack, but it hadn't come from my punch, it was the sound of one of my lower ribs breaking. The hit made me stumble backwards, tripping over the shards of glass. The warm liquid slipped in between my toes as the metal dug into the arch of my foot. My muscles began twitching, acting as a catalyst for the pain.
We stared at each other, my guard lowered in confusion, his it seemed fleeted from the boredom of "playing" with me. My blood had begun drying on my toes, soaking into the carpet, making a stain. Ebony eyes, full of hate, crying over something we'd both lost. Though I don't think Vegeta every truly was able to loose something, I don't think he believed he had it in the first place. I'm not sure who moved, but there we were, breathing in each other, close enough where you could taste the sweat even the tension rising from our skins. I wondered if he would be able to taste the blood on my tongue, I wondered if it would taste the same to him as it did me. All I knew was his tasted sweet, like candy, delicious.
The gravity chamber door slid opening the light from the hall flooding into the semi dark room. I recognized his ki right away, my stomach churning. "What do you think your doing in here Onna?" 'Why did he have to look so much like him?'
"Why can't you see I'm not your daughter?" There was a rasp in my voice; my body seemed to be almost controlling itself. "I'm not Bra. I won't replace her. I don't want you to be my Father!" The adrenaline pumping in my veins began to burn, each cell glowing with painful electricity. I felt the light oozing out of my pores, the air drastically changing, spinning stretching to reach into all the corners of the room with force. My hair lifted, my body shook violently, and I couldn't breathe. Brown; blue; brown; blue. I felt the flickering behind my eyes, like an extremely hot flame licking at my nerves. The world was golden, crisp fall golden, like the Maples surrounding the lake. But erratic, I was being ripped apart from the insides. Then the world was white and empty and so was I; perfectly still, completely alone.