AN: In case I should still have readers waiting for an update, this is for you:
I'm sorry. All lot has happened in those two months, from exams to my birthday and other aspects of life. I wish I could promise you that I'll update more regularly again, but that would be a lie since I won't have time to do so for another two months... I just want to make one thing sure for now: I WILL continue this fic, and I WILL finish it. Even if I'll only update every other month.
Thanks for your time and attention,
Love, Faith
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Disclaimer: Me no own.
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Chapter 15
1 week later
It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining at 97 F, and a cool breeze was making it bearable to be outside. Bulma lay at the pool, tanning. Even though it was the perfect day, Bulma could not find it in herself to be happy.
She was bored.
Tanning was the only thing she had been able to do for the past three days. They were at a beautiful mansion in Italy, with great weather, but she was stuck there; by herself. Vegeta hadn't shown his face in those three days. It was simply unfair. Raditz had gone out to buy food, and Vegeta had bribed him to get a guitar. Once Vegeta had gotten his fingers on the guitar he hadn't been seen by anyone.
Why was he ignoring her.She had no idea. It started with them spending every waking moment together. He probably got sick of her face after a few days. And now it was driving her mad. She was left by herself. Sure, she talked to Nappa and Raditz from time to time, but that just wasn't the same as talking to someone her age.
Vegeta would be just fine as someone to talk to, but obviously she wasn't good enough for him right now.
She let out a ragged sigh. What was she supposed to do? It wasn't like she could just ignore that she was by herself, but she didn't want to bother Vegeta either--he was working and she respected that. He would sure return to her as soon as he had enough time for himself, but the way Bulma saw it every minute was one minute too long.
And then she felt sorry. It was all her fault that they were in this predicament. It was her fault that He was in this predicament, even though he really didn't have any part in it back then for she didn't even know him then.
Now, how could she get him to come around again? They say never disturb a working man...but he needed to get out of that room, otherwise they would both die. He'd die of brain fry and she would wilt like a flower from boredom.
Sighing she got up and went inside to get herself a drink. This was just too much for one girl to worry about. First, someone tries to ruin her life, and now that she works on keeping him away, it seems her boyfriend took up the job.
Once she got into the kitchen she found herself in the company of one of her bullies. Raditz sat on one of the chairs at the table and read some kind of magazine, and to top it off he seemed really engrossed in it. Bulma stopped for a moment and raised an eyebrow at him.
She went on to the fridge and got herself a cold glass of water. She gulped it down at once and let out a refreshed sigh. Now it was Raditz turn to raise his eyebrow at her.
"What? Never seen a woman drink some water before??" She snapped at him. Raditz merely chuckled.
"More like never seen you gulp it down like you're a thirsty horse about to drop dead of you don't drink up."
"Hey, I do not look like I'm some freakish horse! I'm just thirsty! And what's with you sitting in the KITCHEN reading some magazine?!? Now, if that isn't weird I don't know what is..."
"Acutally Missy, it is not weird. I'm just here because it's the coolest room in the house. But you still have no excuse. So there." Said a smug looking Raditz as he crossed his arms across his chest.
"Argh, men! That could have come from Vegeta, but you know what?!? I haven't seen him since..." She was cut of by a dark voice from behind before she could finish her rant.
"I locked myself in my room to work." Bulma turned around and gaped at the man she's been craving to seen for days now. All of sudden all her anger had vanished.
"Gods, I thought, I'd never see you again! I was bored out of my mind! We could have at least had some fun together...but leaving me alone, that was just cruel!"
It was then that Vegeta started laughing.
"Onna, you know damn well that I was just working. You could have just taken up work in the lab, as I expected you would...you do know there's a lab here, right?"
Vegeta watched as his girlfriend went from several shades of white to several more shades of red.
"THERE IS A WHAT????? WHY DID NON OF YOU INCOMPETENT FOOLS TELL ME ABOUT THIS?? HUH? I WAS SO BORED, I COULD HAVE INVENTED A NEW ENERGY SOURCE!!!!" Bulma was panting hard when she had finished her rant, all the while ignoring the guys rubbing their ears. Having now calmed down Bulma turned to her boyfriend.
"Care to lead the way?" She asked as she offered her best smile.
After having showed Bulma the way to her lab, and having her fuss about how wonderful equipment the place had, Vegeta decided that it was time to change the subject. He slowly came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her torso.
"You know, I really did miss you while I was in there, but I just had to finish this song." He started to nibble on her earlobe and Bulma let out a sigh of content. It really had been too long since they had seen each other.
Bulma turned in his embrace and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
"Wait, I still have to show you something." With that he took her hand and led her out of the lab and out of the house. When they reached a tree Vegeta told Bulma to have a seat and went back inside. He returned moments later with his guitar.
"I want you to hear this. It's not a happy song, or a positive love song for that matter, but I still want you to hear it."
Bulma just nodded. She knew that Vegeta was more a Heavy Metal person for that matter, and she sort of liked that music anyway. It wouldn't matter really.
Vegeta positioned himself before her and began to play.
"Somewhere there's speaking
It's already coming in
Oh and it's rising at the back of your mind
You never could get it
Unless you were fed it
Now you're here and you don't know why
But under skinned knees and the skid marks
Past the places where you used to learn
You howl and listen
Listen and wait for the
Echoes of angels who won't return
Chorus
He's everything you want
He's everything you need
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why
You're waiting for someone
To put you together
You're waiting for someone to push you away
There's always another wound to discover
There's always something more you wish he'd say
Chorus
But you'll just sit tight
And watch it unwind
It's only what you're asking for
And you'll be just fine
With all of your time
It's only what you're waiting for
Out of the island
Into the highway
Past the places where you might have turned
You never did notice
But you still hide away
The anger of angels who won't return
Chorus
I am everything you want
I am everything you need
I am everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
I say all the right things
At exactly the right time
But I mean nothing to you and I don't know why
And I don't know why
Why
I don't know"
The song ended slowly. They sat in silence for a minute or two. True, it wasn't a love balled as one would hope after a scenario like that, but it was an awesome song. Bulma nodded her head once, then threw herself at Vegeta. A surprised Vegeta let himself be tackled to the ground for a moment, but soon regained his composure and pushed her off of himself.
"I hope that was a positive response..."
She looked at him incredulously. "THIS, is going to be the next number 1." The horrors of the last few days forgotten they smiled at each other, then leaning into a loving and passionate kiss.
Again, I'm sorry this is so short. The next time around it'll be longer again, but that'll be a while.
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They had been sitting out there for a couple of hours when Bulma moved to stand up, yet she had to notice that an arm trapped over her midsection was constricting her from doing so. She lazily opened her cerulean eyes to find the sun shining so brightly that she had blink a few times to find herself back under the tree where she had fallen asleep the arms of her lover.
As she regained consciousness she observed Vegeta's face as he still slept peacefully. Reajusting in his protective hold she turned so that she could lift her hand and touch his face. Tenatively she traced the lines of his face with her index finger. When she reached his soft and sensual lips her fingeres lingered there for a couple of moments, remembering all of the passionate kisses that had been shared between the two lovers.
It had indeed been a troubled and passionate relationship from the start. Maybe that was what made it special. Maybe they went through all this drama right now to prove to each other what one was made off. And maybe, just maybe, that was because the two were supposed to be something that was everything but ordinary. Something like true lovers...
Bulma played with that idea on her mind while her fingers where still exploring her lovers velvet skin. She had to smile at herself when she found herself thinking about her relationship with Vegeta as every student in love thought about her special someone.
The man they think they will love forever.
But could she be sure of that? Of course not. It was a foolish idea to think that a high school relationship could last. And then again, this relationship was different from everything that has been heard of. Yes, she thought, with Vegeta everything was possible in an relationship. If they could live through this threat they were fighting right now, who knew what more fate had in store for them. If they made it through that was.
If...
Troubled thoughts started hovering over Bulma's head like a dark cloud that would not grant her a ray of sunshine on her birthday. What if Gero managed to get her killed. Or even worse, one of her friends, Vegeta or even her family? She envisioned dark man killing everyone she loved. Blood was covering the walls and the floor. Her parents were lying on the ground dead. Her father's body was lying on it's side, dead eyes starring right at her. She could read grief, pain and disappointment deep within those eyes. The throat was cut, so everything on him was covered in his blood.
Though Bulma tried to pry her mind away from this devastating sight, she could not. Her mind was screaming for her to end this vision, but her doubts and fear were overwhelming her. Whenever she thought she could succeed in thinking of something else she would only find herself envisioning the death of another person close to her, and all of them would blame her for their death. She just knew that she was the one to blame because it was her who had never told anyone about what Gero had said to her. It would all be her fault.
She was the one to blame for this horror.
"What's wrong?"
Bulma jerked out of her nightmare opening the eyes that she had closed, thinking that that way the visions would leave her. Just now, when she heard the voice of her boyfriend was she thrown back into reality. Her eyes opened back into the world that seemed so perfect.
Vegeta looked upon her with worry in his eyes. The distraught he saw in her was giving him the chills. It had been several moments now since she had opened her eyes. Yet she had not said anything to explain herself; or any kind of reaction at all. He was still waiting. Something had scared her. It had wounded her, he knew that much.
He looked around. Was there anything in the near area that had frightened her? Upon looking around he could not find anything that would suggest that or anything close to it. Everything seemed beautiful and serene. Vegeta furrowed his brow. What could have done this to her?
He drew in a breath and pulled her closer to his body. She did not resist, nor did she make a move closer to him herself.
"Please tell me what's wrong. I need to know so I can help you. Bulma, you have to tell me."
After another moment of recollection she finally shifted her gaze to meet his. The love she could see in his eyes made her feel even more distraught. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, so she tried to turn her head into another direction, but Vegeta captured her face in his hand, and caressed her cheek with his thumb, similar to the way she had done it earlier.
"It's too perfect." She started sobbing as soon as the words left her mouth. When she saw that Vegeta did not understand what he was talking about she sat up and gestured wildly around her.
"Don't you see this place? It's like paradise. The landscape, the people, you...everything. I don't deserve this. Nothing...That is what someone like me should get for what I've done." By now she was standing and running around the property like a crazed woman—which probably resembled her state of mind closely.
Vegeta was yelling after her to come back and that everything would be alright, but who was he fooling. It would take more than a few words to heal the mental wounds that Bulma had sustained since this mind terror had begun. Fortunately for her she did not know what was happening on the other side of the globe. Vegeta had been in close contact with his friend all along, and thanked the heavens that he and Bulma made their getaway.
Meanwhile in Japan
Harry was downright exhausted. How much worse could this get? Seriously. He hadn't slept for three nights straight. He hadn't shaved, showered or eaten properly. He looked like a wreck. Right now he was sitting at his desk reading a newspaper article with the latest speculation about what had happened to his daughter and her boyfriend. All the press knew was that the two of the had suddenly disappeared from sight and no one knew where they had gone to. Speculation were that they were on a romantic trip into the Caribbean, some added a planned wedding, and others said that the two had run off because Bulma had found out she was pregnant.
This one newspaper he was reading however had a totally different opinion, which was way to close to the truth than Harry liked. Of course they were totally over the top that Bulma had to get away from home because she had a nervous breakdown regarding some stupid mistake she had made a few years back. As they put it, she was running away from her troubles.
Now, of course she wasn't running away, but it was more like her parents sent her away for her own safety. Something about this article, however, made Harry suspicious about the author's source since it mentioned a couple of incidents that no one but the family, Gero or the police knew about. The police wouldn't have told anyone since it meant possibly jeopardizing their case. Meaning that only Gero could have talked to the journalist.
Harry threw the paper back onto the table, for the first time in a few days feeling the need to take a shower and step outside of his house. It was time he talked to a couple of people. One of them being Andrew Mata.
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Goku and Chi Chi were walking along the beach when on this starry night there seemed to be some kind of tension rising within the group. It had been hard on them ever since Vegeta and Bulma were gone.
Krillin had caused a lot of anger and fright when he mentioned that they could be on Dr. Gero's list as well as Vegeta. Of course no one envied Vegeta for having to go into hiding, but Krillin still felt like he and the rest of the gang were in danger too. Goku had tried to calm him down by saying that it was only for distraction anyway that the two had left. Besides Goku knew that Vegeta had taken care of this in his way. Whether Goku liked that or not was another question.
"Chi, you know you shouldn't worry about this so much. It's not healthy." Chichi gave him a puzzled look for she hadn't said anything since they had left 18's place.
"You're too quiet."
"Oh..."
"I'm sure those two are just doing fine. I mean, honestly, If they haven't killed each other yet, then what are we to worry about?" Even Chichi had to laugh at that. It was so true, sadly enough. They were, however, interrupted when Goku's cell rang.
"Hello?"
"Goku, it's Jay." Goku looked somewhat confused as to why Jay was so out of breath and frantic sounding. It's not like he was supposed to get himself into trouble...
"What's wrong, man?"
"You have to contact Vegeta. It's about that Gero guy. He's on their heels. Goku, he KNOWS where they are..."
Now, OK, That wasn't really a nice way to end this chapter, but I guess that gives it something. And besides, I'm eager to update. I hope you guys enjoyed it!
Love you guys, Faith