Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lost ❯ Possessive aren't we? ( Chapter 40 )

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Lost

Chapter 40…………

Opening one eye, I glanced about the room and smiled as I spotted no one within sight. Finally, I thought those two would never leave!! Throwing the covers back I swung my legs over the side of small bed and tentatively stood up. There was no way in hell they were keeping me down here any longer! I have had my fill of this sterile prison and if I didn't see at least one thing that possessed at least a bit of hue I surely would go insane within the next minute. If I hadn't already….

A small gasp escaped my lips as I stood, the pain streaking up my legs making it somewhat difficult to move. Why is that viruses seem to be the only things that can defeat a full-blooded saiyan? I mean first it was my father with his heart virus and now me with….well whatever this thing was suppose to be….It was a shock after all to hear I had contracted the virus, and to think they weren't going to tell me originally.

I carefully granted myself another step across the room and whimpered as the pain continued to throb through every nerve ending. This was only going to get worse….I looked around the room and sighed. At the pace I was going I'd be out of here in about…oh lets say 10 years. Also, if I didn't hurry up soon I would have two full-blooded saiyan-jin males on my tail. Encoring the wrath of the Saiyan-jin Prince wasn't something I was looking forward too. Especially after the last bout….

Shuffling across the tile floor, I glanced around my surroundings. Staring out into the hallway infront of me, I tried to concentrate on the small waiting room. Ever since this damn thing kicked in I have been having a hard time detecting ki and now I had to concentrate whenever the skill was needed.

A smile graced my face and I chuckled despite my pain. No one was there and according to the calmness within my stomach there wasn't anyone down here at all. Now all I needed was a few more steps and I would have made my way to the doorway. That would make: one room down about 10 more to go. Despite that I was willing to give a small celebration for making it this far. Three more steps…two more steps….and TA DA!

Leaning against one side of the wooden frame, I took a few breathes. `Just a bit more,' I mentally consoled my legs, as the pain continued through as a dull ache. This room was thankfully a bit smaller, but I had more furniture to maneuver around. Joy! Pulling myself up, I squared my shoulders off in a poor attempt to boost my morale. Here we go again…..

"Going somewhere?"

My body completely froze as those two words filled my ears. Suddenly my chest constricted itself, and my breathing grew more rapid and coarse. Small quick gasps condensed the air around me as I felt the temperature drop to a chilling degree. What was going on? Why was this happening?

Despite the urge to turn around and face my foe I permitted myself to stay stalk-still. The slow clicks of the clock beside the bed grew faint and soon disappeared, along with the gentle of hum of the heart monitor beside my bunk. Instead a steady beat filled my ears. One-two-one-two….steady first then faster and faster till the sound of rushing liquid filled my ears.

"You didn't seriously believe you could escape did you?"

My hands flew to my throat as an invisible force squeezed callused fingers against my windpipe. My feet swiveled around, my body dragging itself forward by its own accord. Fire engulfed my lungs as my hands clawed at the thin fleshy cylinder. It's sides contracting as the grip tightened and loosened spasmodically.

"Dancing in the puppeteer's hand, every lipid twine grasped tightly over every fleshy limb."

The coarse voice cooed softly, the words a silent echo within my ears. Warmth suddenly enveloped my waist, stretching itself over my body as I was gently laid back against something. Blessed air swept into my lungs calming my tense nerves. Tender and sweet, the kiss a fleeting touch against my neck. Who had saved me?

Letting my hands fall to my sides, I slid them over the smooth taunt skin that greeted me. Two large hands slowly rubbed my abdomen, drumming softly as they investigated the area. A low purr shook me as I sighed in content. Who?

"Trunks…" I whispered lightly, the name rolling off my tongue with ease.

"Silly, silly girl…." His grip tightened now, "How could I be that boy?"

My eyes snapped open as he buried his face into my hair. The beloved painting I held cracked and ran. Lavender locks spilling and mixing with the beautiful cerulean hue. Instead deep obsidian streaks danced and spun, changing the warm smile into a sadistic smirk. Long callused fingers dug into my flesh, snapping back as my body was twisted around. Incredibly dark glassy orbs bored into my own as he grinned.

A breathless whisper fell from my lips, my mind cursing the word. "Turlus…"

"Ahh, yes. That's better…" He cooed softly, his arms snaking there way around my wiast entirely this time.

"Let me go!" I spat, my arms pushing against his broad chest. Yet my strength was slowly seeping from my body and soon I found myself at the mercy of his whims. He laughed uproariously, his head thrown back as he crushed me within his hold.

"Now, now. Why are you so angry, I didn't do anything that you didn't already want." His laughter now surpressed into a deep throaty chuckle that arose between sentences.

"That I wanted! How dare you! How could I have ever wanted this!" I asked angrily as I swept my arm out to take a quick punch to his chin. Yet, he caught this with ease. Leaning in forward this time he smirked once again. Another fruitless blow at his face and I found myself squirming as my arms were pinned to my sides.

"You haven't been very cooperative, now have you?"

"You sick son of a-" My sentence was cut off short by his putrid lips as they raped my mouth once again. Damn him to hell! How did he end up here?! I killed him! I know I did!

"Gemp off mhe!" I yelled as I tried to shut my mouth to his invasion. His hand coming up to clutch at my face as his tongue plundered my mouth. I won't let you do this to me! Not again!

Digging my nails into his shoulders, his throat vibrated as he growled at my persistent hindrance. He thought that was annoying did he? Biting down on the offending appendage, a smile alit my lips as a painful groan spout from him.

"Damn you woman!" He roared as he touched the thin trail of blood that slowly trickled from the side of his mouth. An arm shot up and caught my own as it hovered mere centimeters before his cheek. His tongue leaped out, licking the thin trail hungrily.

"I do remember now," His eyes flickering from ebony to teal, "You always were aggressive."

Taking a few steps forward he pinned my body against the wall, my wrists pined above my head by ki bonds. Damn, but those things were strong!! His hands eagerly ran down my body stopping at my thighs as an eerie glint flashed within his turquoise orbs.

"Perhaps I can supply this…," His right hand disappearing behind his back only to reappear with an ominous glint within its possession. Smooth metallic pewter laced with obsidian streaks that coursed and wrapped firmly around its crimson hilt.

"After all you loved playing the enchanting masochist…" He drawled as the barb traced an invisible path down the thin fabric. My eyes widened as fright began to course through me. Oh Dende, what the hell was he going to do?! `The masochist and the sadist,' the phrase a subliminal echo within my mind. I remembered this…

Cutting my thoughts short, his lips crushed themselves against me once again.

"Now shall we begin?" He asked curtly as he paused for a moment, before plunging the blade deep within my flesh. A silent cry tore from my lips as pain streaked up my body. Crimson nectar pulsed hastily over my knee, seemingly overjoyed at its liberation. My arms jerked at the tight shackled that held me, the pain increasing as it dug through muscle and tendon. Wrenching my mouth away I screamed in agony as it twisted within the fleshy prison.

"You love it don't you?" He cooed gently, but my ears didn't hear this. My eyes shut tightly as my senses were consumed. Oh dear Dende my thigh was on fire! Arching my back, I opened my eyes to find a worried face starring into my own. Yet every other aspect remained the same, my mind dispelling the fact that this countenance did not possess the silver streak down one obsidian orb.

"Get away from me!!" I screamed in terror as I tried to wrench my body away from him, but two strong arms held me to the bed. Bed? I glanced around my surroundings, bewildered and frightened as the pain continued to course up and down my leg.

"We need more bandages onna!!" Vegeta's gruff voice filling my ears. Vegeta was here, but….My hands instinctively tried to reach my thigh as the pain grew.

"Xenia don't!" My head whipped up at the sound of the stern command, my eyes landing on my father, his expression grim and frightened. It's happening again….

My mind swam as the pain became excruciating, my consciousness wavering as Vegeta tried to apply pressure to the laceration.

"ONNA!!"

"I'M COMING VEGETA!!" Bulma cried as she suddenly appeared before me. Her figure now becoming blurred as my eyes refused to stay open. Please make it stop….I whispered silently to myself as they continued to scurry about me.

A chill fell over my body as warmth began to pool into the mattress beneath me. New crimson stains illuminating the obsidian decayed nectar that had previously stained stark white sheets.

"It's stopped. I can close it, but I don't know if the stitches will hold…"

"Just do it Bulma!"

Stop the pain….just make it stop….

Pin and twine lacing flesh together as sanguinary liquid spouted in tiny gushers. My head rolls to the side as fatigue rears its ugly head. The voices disappear, my body growing numb as a syringe is injected into my arm. Blessed anesthesia that paralyzes my senses. I couldn't live without that pious elixir…

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"She's asleep…" Bulma stated quietly as she surveyed the situation.

"How much longer must this go on?" Asked Chichi as she slumped into one of the chairs.

"Until we can find an antidote."

"But," Goku turned to the blue-haired genus, "How long will it take?"

"I don't know Goku," Bulam sighed furiously as her own incompetance began to resurface. When would it be done? "Gohan and I have just only began to duplicate the serum she brought and even that prototype isn't guarantee to have the same affect. It might even make her worse!"

"Can't you do anything?!"

"Not right now," Her cerulean orbs fixating on the sedated girl, "All you can do is wait. We'll find something Goku. We won't let her die."

Yet, these were the words she knew he desired and gave them without doubt. It was better if they were a little ignorant of the situation. At least that supplied some comfort. Standing up slowly she gazed about the somber faces, "We should get some rest. She'll be fine for a couple more hours."

The four adults reluctantly exited the room as cobalt eyes watched intently. Though the apparent malice intent within the glassy orbs were not directed upon them. Once their footsteps had faded and the hum of the heart monitor possessed the only sound, she decided to take a few steps onto the tiled floor. She had been told previously not to come down here, but how could she stand idly by as her mother and father held themselves prisoner in this basement.

"Why did you have to come back? You could have just stayed out there! We would have all been better off you know!" Her voice trembling as her rage bubbled to the surface. Taking a few more steps to the sleeping figure she frowned in contempt.

"Mom and dad spend all their time down here now. I see dad occasionally on the monitor in the kitchen, but the first glimpse I caught of mom was yesterday. I hadn't' seen her in THREE days! She hadn't eaten or slept! She's killing herself this way! And why? Because her guilt over your condition won't let her!"

Shutting her eyes, she gasped as two droplets fell from her eyes. Rolling slowly till they tipped and fell onto the cold stone beneath her.

"I don't know why I did actually."

Snapping her head up she gazed at the still figure on the bed. Violet orbs turning to gaze at her with a tender smile upon her face.

"You're awake." She stated more than asked. She was positive that her mother sedated the girl, but then how was she…..

"Sometimes they work, sometimes they don't. Depends on the pain or the fatigue I feel before hand," I answered softly as my eyes glanced over the young girl's figure. She didn't answer me but turned and glanced at the right corner of the ceiling. My eyes fixated upon the spot and I sighed, yes that damnable surveillance camera was there. A soft chuckle fell from my lips as I gave a short quip, "Nothing will happen if you don't make any sudden movements."

Her eyes widened in shock as they focused upon me once again. She took a few steps towards me and sat down in one of the chairs beside my little bunk. Staring at the floor, she fidgeted with her hands.

"You don't know?"

The question came with a sarcastic undertone laced within it and I turned away from her. Just like Pan, I didn't know this girl. Vegeta's second child: Bra. Maybe if he had another son this would be easier. After all doesn't the younger son try to be like the older? However as it was painfully clear, this was a situation that wouldn't allow assistance from my memories.

"Yeah, I really don't. I was just gonna die in that alley. That was my original plan, you know." I glanced at her for a moment and found her eyes staring at me intently. "Then Trunks came and tried his hardest to talk some sense into me, but I didn't want to listen. I just wanted to be left alone there and not be bothered by anyone."

She stayed silent as I paused in my little rendition of the memory. It had happened only four days since the event, but it felt like years. Damn this thing is taking too long to kill me…

"He was so desperate. I didn't understand why he wanted me to come back so badly. He got really mad when I refused his pleas."

"Why did you accept my father's then?" Her question surprising me for a moment. So she was going to participate in this conversation, then again she was so vocal in the beginning after all.

"Vegeta was always like a second father to me when I was younger. I always," a small smile lifted my lips, "Well maybe not always, but I did listen to him. He was everything to me. He trained me without restraint and never left me behind. Sure he's gruff and moody, but that's just the way he is….'

A sob wrenched me from my nostalgia as I glanced at her trembling form. Her head shot up at that moment, her eyes burning with anger.

"But he's not your father!" She yelled vehemently at me, "He's my father! You already have one, why can't you leave him alone!"

Fixing my eyes on the bright bulb that shone on the ceiling, I sighed. That was the reason for her hatred of me….She thought I was trying to take her father away from her? That's absurd! But then again….I would probably have thought the same thing at her age. I was incredible jealous of Trunks and whenever he tried to boast that Vegeta was better than my dad I would retaliate angry and desperate.

"I'm not trying to take him away form you. But at the moment I don't have the means of actually dismissing the Saiyan-jin Prince, now do I?"

"What do you mean?" She asked, her voice softer and less upset.

"Well," I gestured to the bunk and my body, "Do you believe that they would allow me to take one foot out of this bed. That man watches me like a hawk, with either his eyes or his senses. I make one move and he can sense it. I try to stand and walk out of the room and he'll come running. Believe me, I've tried it."

She chuckled softly at the comment and cocked her head to the side, "Really? He did?"

"Yeah…." I mused quietly as I remembered the enraged look upon his face, "Man did he give a speech. Well, actually he just yelled at me for five minutes along with my father. They made me feel like a five year old all over again."

We both laughed at the mental picture that our minds concocted at that moment. We both knew too well what it was like when Vegeta became enraged. Sometimes the way that man contorted his faces in those instances were just priceless.

Laughter bubbled and filled the air, perking up the ears of a certain saiyan. He glanced down the corridor and stood up, being ever so gentle when he plucked his wife's arms away form his chest. He didn't need to wake her. This was the first time she had allowed her fatigue to win over and he didn't need her to be sleep deprived and sick. Having his own daughter's condition bearing down on him was enough.

Rearing his head around the lit doorway he peered into the large room. He couldn't believe what he saw. Xenia and Bra sitting with one another, laughing so hard that tears were quickly rolling down their faces. What was going on? Why was Xenia awake? Didn't Bulma sedate her?

"I can imagine that perfectly, though it's hard to imagine Goku like that." Bra stated merrily as her laughter bubbled up between syllables.

At the sound of his name, Goku leaned back against the wall and shifted against the hard surface to become more comfortable. He felt bad about eaves dropping on their conversation, but he desperately wished to know why Xenia had avoided speaking or even looking at him.

"Yeah, I didn't believe my dad had it in him. I mean with everything Gohan told me about him when I was younger I expected him to take my side. But then again I guess I don't know him very well."

I felt my voice soften as those last few words fell from my lips. That was right, after all. I didn't know him.

"I'm sorry about before."

My voice snapped up at the quick apology, "Don't apologize."

"No I should," Her eyes casting themselves once again to the floor, "I shouldn't have said those things about you. I was just so angry with everything and I-" She glanced up again, her eyes searching my face for some unknown reason. "I'm sorry, I should have tried to understand everything from your point of view. You don't even know your father and you were just trying to be with the person you want to be with most."

At the sound of those words, Goku's heart wrenched within his chest. The person she wanted to be the most with was Vegeta? His shoulders slumped as he forced tears back. He knew that it would be hard to become close with his daughter now, but he was willing to try. But did she?

"It's not like that."

What?! His head shot up as he leaned over the door frame. She didn't, but….

"Bra…" I sighed at her naïveté, "Vegeta is just easier to be around. Sure I miss being with him, but its mostly because I know how he reacts to things and I know he's not very…vocal. He'll stay silent till spoken and even then all you might get is a grunt. Also he won't pry unless absolutely necessary, even then he will give you the chance to push him away and won't argue with the decision."

I glanced at the dark corridor behind Bra as a flash of movement caught my eye. What the hell? Was someone else out there?

"What is it?"

"Huh?" I glanced down at her and decided to dispel the suspicion. Just a figment of my constant paranoia. "Nothing."

Goku let out a quick breath as he vowed to keep himself extras careful. If she found him spying on her, then there would be no trust between them. Maybe he should just go back to where Chichi was. After all, one close call was enough, but….

"I don't know my father, and trying to talk to him now with the present situation isn't something I'm looking forward to. I wished there was nothing wrong and things were normal, so that he wouldn't carry that worried expression etched so deeply into his countenance. I love him, I always have, but I need some time."

He felt his heart lighten at her words and sighed in relief. If that's all she wanted then he would give it to her. At least he knew she still cared and at the moment that's all that truly mattered.

"Well you have my whole family to attendance of your every whim."

"What do you mean?" I asked, confusion bearing down on me.

"Trunks."

Trunks? But I haven't seen him since…well yeah since that little incident a few days ago. Why would she mention him? She continued mostly due to the confusion I apparently conveyed in my face.

"I was ranting and raving about you yesterday." Bra blushed at this comment and looked away as if in shame, "Trunks got so angry at me for it. He defended you within every situation."

"Every? You mean more than one?" I raised a brow in slight annoyance and curiosity. That boy wasn't getting in more trouble was he? Though that was just like him to.

"Yeah, he kinda ruined the kitchen table over it."

I groaned, "Good Dende, that boy…"

Bra simply chuckled at my exasperation and continued, "Yeah, when he got angry at mom about a few things concerning you, well lets say my dad threw a fit."

"Vegeta throw a fit?!" A cute little picture popped up in my head. Vegeta jumping up and down in the air, his eyes and face engulfed with a crimson hue as smoke whistled from his ears. My hand flew to my mouth as I tried to surpress my laughter and failed miserably.

"It's not that funny….."

"You don't have my mind," I retaliated curtly as more laughter bubbled up my throat.

"Well I don't see what's so funny. He did after all punch him into the wall, nearly demolishing part of the kitchen in the process."

"He what?!" I cried as my laughter died.

//Calm down Xenia!! He's half saiyan-jin he'll be fine!//

A smirk appeared on the young girl's face as she continued, "Well he was bleeding a little, but not much at all. Worried?"

My eyes widened as her insinuation sunk in, "Worried? Why would I be worried?"

//Very original…now you look like a love dazed lunatic. Wait! Love dazed?//

"I thought as much…"

I sputtered at the response and tried to form a coherent thought. Damn it! Why am I being like this.

"I don't know why you refuse to accept it. I mean he's crazy about you. Even if he won't admit it, and I know he won't. Probably hasn't realized it for himself the bakayaro."

Trunks likes me? That's impossible, he just a friend that I am really close with. Or was or are we still…I bit my lip as I nervously tried to retaliate, but Bra beat me to it.

"Speaking of Trunks, I should go and see what he's up to. A sister gotta keep her brother in line, even if he's older. Think about what I said, ok."

She stood up abruptly and took a step back to the door.

//No wait, I don't like him. He doesn't….I mean….Is this what Trunks goes through!!//

Giving a quick smirk, she ignored my flaying arms as I tried to find a grip on her shoulder.

"See ya!" With that she skipped out of the room apparently very pleased with herself. Dammit!! I yelled silently to myself, heaving my fist down on the mattress. The action causing me to hit my leg ever so slightly, even if not intentional. A hiss snaked out between my grating teeth as pain shot up the limb. Damn this infernal virus!!!

Calming down I fell back against the bed. Was Bra telling me the truth? Did Trunks have feelings for me?

My stomach churned at the thought, a feeling that I couldn't quite place. I cursed at the hollow ache that filled me. What was wrong with me! Why did I care?! I paused in my little metal temper tantrum….Why did I care? I mean it wasn't as if I had feelings for him. He was, and hopefully still is, just a friend that is trying to take care of me along with his family and my own, right?

The sound of shifting footsteps filled my ears as my eyes darted to the vacant door way. Nothing is there….But I thought I heard someone….A tuff of raven hair stuck out just below the top. So someone has been eaves dropping, eh?

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He watched the young girl skip away and quickly darted to the side and into a closet. Hearing her footsteps fade down the long corridor he stepped out and took his place outside the infirmary once again. What did Bra mean by that? Did Trunks have feelings for his daughter? His behavior the day before had seemed peculiar. He didn't mind this little piece of information. However, this could become a problem with Xenia's condition. After all, another bout between Trunks and his father wasn't something to look forward to.

Leaning back against the wall once again he began to ponder the little predicament. Suddenly a chill leapt up his spine, causing his heart to beat faster. Obsidian orbs widened in fear and shock as the words drifted into the air.

"Eaves dropping now are we? Perhaps you would like to enter the room dad?"

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Wow, I just noticed that Xenia didn't really make an appearance in the last chapter. I'm not use to using third person for an entire chapter. I hate the way I sound when I use it… :P Anywho, I've deduced that there will be for sure 7 more chapters including the epilogue. Decided to split CH45 into two now. Planning everything out makes the process so much easier, never would have guessed it would. Man, these Russian Poppyseed Danishes do wonders for your creativity. Yummy too!! ^_~ Ja ne minna-san!