Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bonded by Pain and Blood ❯ Chapter 8

Bulma woke up to the sounds of birds chirping on her balcony. Lazily, she rolled over and stretched out across her queen sized bed. She rolled over and buried her head in her pillow so she could go back to sleep, when the flashback of the blood-covered demon shot across her minds eye. She gasped and shot herself upright, cold sweat glistening on her skin from the memory.

"Whoa, what a dream… I gotta lay off the pizza before bed."

She smacked her lips together to rid her mouth of the nasty morning breath and glanced at the clock. Her eyes popped open at the late hour.

"Ahh shit! I've slept the whole day away. I bet the almighty royal-pain-in-the-ass is griping about his stomach now. Well he can wait for another hour. I need a shower and a whole bottle of aspirin cuz my head is killing me!"

Bulma rolled out of bed, trying not to trip on her tangled sheets as she made her way to the bathroom. She pulled the over sized t-shirt she was wearing over head and stepped into her preset temperature shower, one of her many genius inventions. All she had to do was step inside and automatically hot water set to her liking would spray out. As she was enjoying the warmth of the water, she glanced down for a second and noticed the water was tinted pink.

"What the…" She said. Then she realized that it wasn't the water from the faucet that was pink, but some dried red stuff coating her skin that was coming off under the spray. She rubbed some of the substance between her fingers as she closely examined it.

"Is that…it is…it's..blood!" She gasped. She grabbed her washcloth and scrubbed at her skin chanting, "It was only a dream…only a dream." When she was satisfied that she was cleansed of the foul substance, she leaped out of the shower and ran to the mirror. She frantically rubbed the fog off and examined the side of her face. A large dark purple bruise with some small stitches ran across her cheekbone.

"Bastard must've been wearing a ring or some brass knuckles when he hit me." She said while lightly running her fingers over the blemish. So it wasn't a dream. She thought. And that monster…was it…Vegeta?

Bulma was rudely interrupted from her thoughts when she heard something fall over in her bedroom. She quickly wrapped a towel around her naked form and ran out to see what or who was the matter. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw who.

"Yamcha!" She yelled, "I thought I told you to never come near me again!"

Yamcha smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, B. But you didn't see the news did you?"

"What in Kami's name are you talking about!? The news doesn't explain what you're doing in my bed room." She huffed.

Yamcha gave her a serious look in the eye. "It does when there has been at least two barbaric deaths in the ally behind your favorite club when a PMSing Saiyan is trailing you. The police are still determining if it wasn't more. Kinda hard to figure out who's parts belong to who when they're shred beyond recognition."

Bulma's stomach bottomed out. "Do they know who did it?" she asked in a meek voice.

"No, not yet. Not unless I tell them."

Bulma shot him a look that said `you wouldn't dare.' She didn't know why she felt so protective of Vegeta's well being…well…maybe she did.

"So start talking." said Yamcha

"About what?" she asked coldly.

"Let's start with how you got that shiner on your face." He said sternly.

Wow, Yamcha taking control? She thought, His `boyfriend' must be rubbing off on him.

"I'm not quite sure." She replied. Yamcha's expression said `how dense do you think I am?'

"I'm not!" she said honestly, "I was really drunk. All I know is that I saw Vegeta at the club, we got into an argument and I ran outside. That's all I remember. (she left out the part where she was using Vegeta as a dancing pole) Why are you interrogating me like some criminal."

"Bulma," Yamcha said gently, "Do you know how worried I was about you after you took off?" I called your parents to make sure you wouldn't do something rash like you always do, and end up hurting yourself. You are my best friend, Bulma, and I don't want to lose you or see you get hurt. Do you understand where I'm coming from?"

Bulma turned away and crossed her arms so Yamcha couldn't see her face. Hot tears of shame poured from her eyes.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, "I acted like a child when you needed me the most. I must've hurt you badly. You will always be my friend Yamcha. No matter what or who you are.

Any way, I need some time to get my thought together about last night. Please don't say anything, I'm sure there was a reason why."

Yamcha nodded his head. He was happy to have her friendship back. But he was still worried about her safety. He wasn't too keen leaving her alone with a potential mad-saiyan

"Call me if there's any problems. You know I still love ya like a sister, B."

"Ya," she whispered to herself as he took off "I know all too well."

Bulma wiped the tears running down her cheeks. She really wasn't all that sad that Yamcha left her; she even realized that he wasn't right for her. She just felt shitty about herself because someone didn't want her.

Actually it was two someone's that didn't want her. Vegeta made it very evident that he wasn't interested in her at the club when he pushed her away after she kissed him.

"Funny," she said to herself "I could have sworn that he was practically restraining himself from taking me right on the dance floor. That look in his eyes…so hard to forget. Maybe the alcohol was causing me to think he wanted me. Who knows, I know he won't want me now."

Bulma walked into her closet to pick out her favorite "I look so damn good that a have to feel great" outfit. Bulma was never the one to throw on some baggy comfort clothes and curl up in her cozy bed when she felt down. She would always make herself up to look her best so no one would ever perceive her as weak by giving into the sadness. She was about to slip on a blue tube top when a loud bang rumbled the Capsule Corp. grounds. (we can all guess where it came from too.)

"Vegeta!" she snarled. "You'll pay for rejecting me! I'm gonna look so hot that you won't remember your name! But you can forget it, cuz I don't need you or anyone else!"

She slipped on a short black skirt with laced up slits that left just enough skin exposed to let the imagination run wild. Her blue tube top was cut off so that you could see her navel ring on her perfectly flat stomach. The ensemble was completed with a pair of black knee-high boots.

"Prepare to be stunned, my prince." She smirked as she took off toward the origin of the loud boom.

Vegeta shot another ki blast towards the new training bots that Dr. Briefs had provided for him early that morning after he deposited Bulma in her room. He was the deep gash those thugs left on her face, so he took the liberty of sewing it up for her. He convinced himself that he did it because she would do nothing but cry and moan over her marred cheek, but secretly he admired her flawless skin.

No matter how he tried, he couldn't forget the way she felt against him at the club last night. Her body seemed to be made to fit his. And the clothes she wore made her even more enticing. How could a man not think about sex when she was exposing so much skin. If she dressed like that again any time soon, he didn't know how he would restrain himself.

Thinking about her as he trained was actually quite soothing to Vegeta. The memory of her face helped block out the almost constant stream of faces of his victims. His condition was getting worse. Sleep was unattainable when you hear screams of children in your ears. Only thinking about the woman and what he'd like to do to her gave him some peace. But no matter what his desires were, he couldn't have her. All it would take is one violent flashback, and he would lose control. The beast within him was starting to win.

A stray shot from a training bot brought Vegeta back to the present situation. He rounded on the machine and completely obliterated it. For a split second, he wished that it was something living so he could make it suffer as he had suffered under the tyranny of Frieza. The mere thought of that disgusting lizard made him want to go berserk and destroy everything in sight as Frieza destroyed everything he held dear as a child. Vegeta was very close to his father. He would wish that he might be as strong as his father one day. But those wishes were shattered as he watched him crumble at Frieza's feet. He just couldn't believe that his father, the mighty Saiyan no Ou, gave into Frieza's demands to easily.

"Weakling." Vegeta bitterly muttered under his breath as he pounded away at the twisted metal that was once a training bot. "You abandoned me as a little boy. I suffered things that no one disserves all because you wanted to save your precious hide. I became the monster that you feared. You subjected me to that and I will never forgive you."

Hot needles of pain shot through his back where the brand was. Vegeta leaned against the control panel gritting his teeth. The pain finally subsided, when he heard the pressure locks open, and the gravity slowly went to 0. Vegeta quickly stood upright because he already knew who it was. Her sent was unmistakable.

"This is not a good time woman." The prince said with his back still turned to her.

"It's never a good time with you, is it?" she snidely replied. "You gonna tell me what the fuck went on last night, or do I have to make you tell me?"

Vegeta turned around with a slightly amused look on his face. "May I ask how would you make me do any thing? I am the prince of Saiyans! No one tells me what to do." He said crossing his arms arrogantly. Then he noticed her clothes.

Bluma threw her hands up as a sign of annoyance. "There you go again, doing that typical Vegeta `I'm a bad ass so quiver at my feet' thing you always do. Well it's not working today buster, there's plenty I can do to make you suffer."

It was like a small explosion went off in Vegeta's head at her words.

"There's plenty I can do to make you suffer, my little prince." Rang a disgustingly feminine voice in his ears. Frieza's voice.

"Vegeta?" asked Bulma. His sudden change in composure was making her worried. One second, he's being his arrogant self, the next he get's a blank expression on his face and starts shaking.

Vegeta squeezed his eyes shut to block out the memory. "NO! No more!" He shouted. His body doubled over as he was sinking into the flashback.

"Vegeta!" Bulma yelled as she crossed the room as a speed that Goku would have been proud of. Vegeta was balled up on the floor, shaking violently and grunting as if he were in pain. Bulma fell to her knees and lifted Vegeta's head into her lap. "I'm here Vegeta! You've got to fight it, what ever haunts you, you must fight it!"

When Bulma placed her hand on Vegeta's fevered forehead, something happened. It was as if a force slammed into her body and pulled her down into a dark pit with flashes of scenes from somewhere on a ship or on an alien planet. Pain racked her body when a something hit her from behind. She fell to a metallic floor on a ship. She looked up to her assailant and saw that it was Frieza standing over her.

"There are plenty of things that I can do to make you suffer!" he said as he started to beat her within every inch of her life.

"No!" she screamed. She closed her eyes, expecting to be beaten more but found that the scene had changed to a burning planet with innocent people screaming for mercy. She wanted to help them, but instead she raised her hand and blasted them to ashes.

Then she was back in the black pit again, but now she was surrounded by countless numbers of different looking beings, all the people Vegeta had killed in his life. And floating above them was a caped man who looked exactly like Vegeta, except he was taller and older looking with a goatee.

"You'll never be worthy to be my son!" he shouted. Upon that moment, all the dead people closed in around Bulma, ready to tear her apart.

"Snap out of it Vegeta!" she screamed.

Bulma gasped when she was pulled back into reality. She realized that she was embracing Vegeta during what ever that was that just happened between them. His face was buried in the nape of her neck, and his arms were around her waist in an almost death grip.

"Vegeta?" she whispered, "What just happened?"

"Those were my memories you just saw." He weakly said on her neck "That is what I go through every day. And it's only getting worse." Vegeta released his grip and pushed away from her. "You need to get away from me." He said in a tired voice.

"I have no intention of leaving you now!" She yelled "Don't you see? You need to get all of these repressed emotions out or you're gonna really blow! You could end up killing everyone including yourself! I couldn't bare it if you were gone! Do you know how boring my life would be without you?" Bulma picked herself off the ground and stood in front of him so he couldn't get away. "I need you Vegeta. And as much as you hate to admit it, but you need me too."

Vegeta tried to back away, but the control panel was blocking his escape. "Don't you get it Bulma?!" he yelled "I'm a monster! I kill because I enjoy it! Because I am born to do it. No one is safe from me. I'll only end up killing you too!" Vegeta roughly grabbed her shoulders and pushed her to the ground. With one hand around her neck, he lifted the other in a fist above her head ready to crush it. "Do you want to die?" he asked "Do you believe me now that I am a murder, incapable of redemption? Do you see?!"

Tears poured freely from Bulma's crystal blue eyes making them even more beautiful. She should have been terrified for her life, but she wasn't. She gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "I forgive you Vegeta."

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I'm gonna cut it off right there for now. Thank you to all who have been patient with me for my tardiness on spouting out chappies. I do promise that the next one will be out very soon. Ta Ta

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