Hey everyone! So this is the next chapter of this series. Hope you guys enjoy! :) This one is a little traumatic than the following one, but just to let everyone know, I'm not promoting suicide. This is just how I wanted this story to turn out. Hope you guys enjoy! And if you want, please review! :)
She Released Him
Bulma stood at the cliff once again. She was scared, and fear coursed through her blood, bringing it to a boiling point. She couldn't believe what she was doing. She didn't want to, but she felt the need to test him. If he came for her, maybe she wouldn't be so scared anymore. Maybe then she would embrace him, and kiss him for all eternity.
She stood there, and took a step forward. Her foot touching the air, but nothing more. She let out a scream that echoed around the entire field until her voice died in her throat.
Then all of the sudden a man appeared before her. Her Prince. And she smiled at him, before falling into the abyss that was the dark waters below her.
She watched as the horror struck his face. He started screaming at her to not fall, but it was already too late, she knew that she wouldn't be able to help it. And so she fell. She fell hard, and the harder she fell the more she realized how much of a mistake it was for her to die in vain.
And before she knew it, she was in his arms. He picked her up, and she looked down, gasping out in fear. The waters below looked treacherous. They leered at her, as if daring her to fall into them.
She looked at him, and her faint whisper was barely caught in her voice, "You can fly?"
He looked down at her. His eyes possessive. He was angry that was for sure. She wasn't sure why but she knew that he cared about her enough to find her, and save her from this life.
His voice came out in a growl, "Of course woman, I have to yield my Ki to help me fly."
She sighed and tucked her head into the crook of his neck. Trying to breathe in his scent, before she fell asleep in his arms.
Bulma woke up in a jolt. She looked around her. Her body was covered in a slight sheen of sweat. She couldn't believe that she dreamed that dream right then and there.
She looked towards her right and saw the Prince sleeping next to her. Not touching her of course, but close enough so that in case there was any kind of emergency he could get up and defend her.
She put her head back down on the soft pillow, trying to think herself to sleep again. But she couldn't. Her mind wandered to the dream, wondering if it was a forewarning of what was to become of them. She wasn't quite sure, but she knew that if it were, she had to be careful. She fell sleep after a little while, thinking about the sinister dream.
Vegeta got up in the morning, bare chested, and only clad in a pair of silk boxers. He walked to the bathroom, and got in the shower. The warm water warming his chest instantly. He let the water drench his entire body. He stood there, with his hair down to his shoulders. He placed one leg up on the side of the shower, and he pressed his hot palms against the shower.
He didn't know what to do anymore. He wasn't a super Saiyan, nor was he fit to become a King. All that talk he had with his father when he had seen the painting of the Princess, was just his ego talking. He was seething mad that his father demanded that he the Prince of all Saiyans get married so quickly. He hadn't seen her in years for gods sake. The last time he had saw her was when he was a mere child. She was younger than him that was for sure. But he knew that she remembered him from all those years ago. If it was anything Vegeta did, it was that he put a damn good impression on anyone he ever met.
He got out of the shower, and walked back to their room. He quickly grabbed a black shirt, and black pants. His usual attire about the palace. He roamed around for a bit, and then he sat down at her vanity, looking at the mirror, staring at his hallow eyes. His eyes were always the blackest black.
He knew his coloring wasn't as close to his father's. His father had dark brown hair, and dark brown eyes. His brother Tarble's eyes were a brown too, but his, were the blackest of the darkness.
He opened the drawer to her vanity, half expecting to find over exploding makeup popping up everywhere. But instead he found that same box that she hadn't wanted him to see that one day when they first arrived at the palace.
He didn't want to open it, but his curiosity got the better of him, and he picked up the box lightly. It was made of a type of wood he had never seen before. It was a dark red, almost black. He opened it and he looked at the 3 things that were in the box.
There was a silver necklace with two hearts entwined together. There was a locket of her hair, that was very soft to the touch of his fingers. And there was a napkin that was crinkled up. He looked at the napkin carefully, before opening it up. He looked at his face, and her face, as they danced together. The joy on his face evident, to the scowl that he had on his face right now.
He seethed. He could not believe that she kept this useless piece of paper for all these years, hoping that the old him would come back and be with her. How dare she think that he would ever become that young boy who fell in love with her all those years ago.
His blazed eyes caught her sleeping form on the bed. And he quickly went to her, and shook her violently. She woke up with a start. Panic coursing through her, her hair flying around her, as she looked his grimace struck face.
"What is it?" She asked.
"What the hell is this?" He shoved the napkin in her face.
Her eyes adjusted to the napkin, and she shook her head. "That was us, back when we were children." She whispered, fear in her eyes, as she looked at the angry aura that surrounded him.
He looked at her with murder in his eyes. "I can't be that boy back from the past. I can only step forward."
She stared into his dark dark eyes, searching for his soul, but she knew it was futile. He didn't have a soul.
She whimpered as he grabbed her wrist in a forceful manner and pulled her close to him. She watched as he took the napkin and ripped it in two.
"No!" She screamed.
He laughed at her cruelly. If you think of me as such as bad person, you don't know me at all. I'm your worst fear.
She started crying, not realizing what she had done to deserve such harsh treatment from the Prince. She had done nothing, but done his bidding for the last month.
Then her blue eyes snapped, and he saw something along the lines of hatred for him. He smirked at the thought of her hating him.
She stormed out of their room in her nightgown, and ran as fast as she could to the only place where she knew she would be able to end her torturous life. She ran till she was so close, yet out of breath. She ran to the cliff, and within a second of reaching the Tanbasin cliff, she paused. Not sure if she wanted to do it, but then she realized that her life would be nothing but a lie, if she continued to live here with him.
She pushed herself up and she jumped, screaming as she fell down into the ocean's blue waters.
Vegeta was still in their room, getting some of his last clothing items on himself, when he felt it. He felt her scream, and her eyes bore down into the ocean. He jumped up, and ran outside to where he felt her Ki. Her weak Ki. And he flew off in a flash of light to land near the cliff. He looked down panic stricken. Not sure where she was, he looked across the ocean, only to realize that she was gone.
In a fury of the Saiyan Prince, he flew down towards the ocean and he dove in trying to find her Ki, but it was all but diminished. He wasn't sure where she was, and he was scared. For the first time in his entire life, he was scared that he had pushed the one person who he might have came to care about away from him.
He screamed, "BULMA!" But it was to no avail. She was gone.
And before he knew it, he saw a island of light blue hair floating in the water. He pumped his arms and legs as quick as he could swim, until he reached her. He picked her up, and shot up into the sky.
The doctor had told him that he should have taken better care of her. He knew that, but he was angry, and she was angry, so technically it wasn't his fault. Then why did he feel so guilty?
The doctor had yelled at the Prince, and the Prince had snapped back at the doctor, asking him what he could do to help save the Princess.
The doctor shook his head, saying nothing. She was in a coma. And he wasn't sure if she would ever snap out of it.
Vegeta stayed by her side for the majority of the week. Trying to talk to her, while she laid there unmoving, and unspoken.
He was the Prince of all Saiyans and he never cried, but he felt a tear fall down from his face, when he was watching her sleep. She looked so heavenly. Her blue hair spilled across the bed in a fashion that made her look like an angel. He quickly wiped up the tear, as he continued to stare at her.
Well I hope you guys enjoyed that entertaining ending to this chapter. The next couple of chapters will involve Vegeta and Bulma more intensely. She isn't dead, but she's going to still be apart of this story. And guess where the Prince and his soldiers are headed? *sticks tongue out*