Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Darkened Ship ❯ Chapter 6

“Don't do it!” a masculine voice says firmly. Bulma whips her head around, her eyes unfocused as she frowns at a figure behind her.

“Stay back,” she commands as her eyes focus on the man before her. He had dark hair, its tint reddish brown and his eyes; his eyes are a dark onyx. She seems lost in them for a second. “Don't come any closer!” she commands as she turns from him. He steps closer as her eyes leave him, but then she turns her blue orbs toward him.

“Take my hand,” he says as her tears glisten in the light of the moon and the subtle lights on the ship's deck.

“No, stand back!” she cries as more tears run down her pale cheeks. Vegeta continues to hold out his hand as he inches toward the angel.

“Come on,” he urges.

“I will jump,” she says as she loosens her hands. He inches toward her, a cigarette still between his lips.

“No, you won't,” he says with confidence. Her eyes slant in anger.

“You don' know me,” she says as she looks into his dark eyes, the water churning below her, a loud noise in the background.

“Don't fuck around with me,” he said. “If you really wanted to kill yourself, you would have already jumped off.” She blinked, her eyes darkened. “Give me your hand and I'll pull you back over.” Bulma is confused now. She can't see him through the sheen of tears so she wiped her eyes with one hand and in the process almost loses her balance.

“You're distracting me!” she spat angrily. “Go away!” He shook his head.

“I can't now. I'm involved now. If you jump then I jump.” Bulma looked at him in shock.

“Don't be an idiot. You'll be killed.” Vegeta takes off his brown jacket and tosses it to the side.

“I'm a good swimmer,” he said as he pulled off his left boot.

“The fall alone would kill you,” she said, her brows furrowed.

“It would hurt, I'm sure of that, but I'm more concerned about the temperature of the water.” Bulma looks down, her azure lock falling around her pale face as she stares down at the dark waters, the reality of what she was doing sinking in.

“How cold?” she asked, her small voice shaking. He pulled of his right boot and tossed with the other one that lay next to his coat.

“Freezing, maybe a couple degrees over. Ever been to Germany?” he asked. Bulma looked up at him in perplexity.

“What? No.”

“They have some of the coldest winters there and well, my father and I were out there sparing on the ice.” She looked at him in bewilderment.

“Sparing?”

“It's kind of like fi-”

“I know what sparing is!” she spat.

“Sorry… You don't look like the kind of girl that knows anything about that sort of thing… Anyway, I landed too hard and fell through the ice. Let me tell you right now. That water hit me like a million knives hitting me everywhere. I had never felt pain like that before. I couldn't breath, I couldn't think, well, except about the pain.” He stepped closer to her. “That's why I really don't want to save your dumb ass. I guess I'm hoping that you'll change your mind and come back over the rail and let me off the hook.”

“You're crazy!” she said. He walked closer to her, his face serious.

“Everyone tells me that, but I'm not the one hanging off the back of a ship.” He moves next to her, his movement careful like approaching a spooked horse. “Come on, you don't want to do this,” he said as he reached for her hand. Bulma looks at him, her cerulean eyes gazing into his mysterious ones. Suddenly everything began to feel different as his eyes filled her universe.

“Alright,” she says as she unfastens a hand from the railing and turns toward him, her free hand reaching for his outstretched one. As she takes a step up on the white railing, her dress snags her foot and she plunges, a scream falling from her lips as she plummets toward the cold, rushing waters.