Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Obsession ❯ Location: Vejitasei ( Chapter 8 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: I don't own the lyrics to the song 'Fear' by Sarah McLachlan. It's a great song even though I'm not into that type of music. I'm more of a heavy metal/rock listener. hehe. Probably a lot of mistakes in this chapter (except spelling), but I honestly haven't been able to work on this story.





Bulma furiously wheeled out of the large mansion, into the back garden. She cursed Vegeta for his cruel words and cursed herself for her stupidity. Beneath his cold demeanor, Bulma could actually see the pain she had caused him.



Her father had always told her that true emotions guarded from a person, could be found in their eyes. And when Bulma had looked into his obsidian eyes, she could see as clear as day that she had hurt him. Irreparably.



She frowned to herself, trying to push all thoughts of Vegeta from her mind. What's done was done, and she could not change the past nor could she sit and repent for her unjust actions towards him in the lighthouse.



Bulma wheeled herself into the back garden of the mansion and slowly navigated her way through the man-made maze of tall hedges that was her mother's maze.



Moonlight bathed the garden in its milky glow. The heavy scent of assorted flowers hung heavily in the humid atmosphere. The quiet, merry chirp of crickets could be heard in the green hedges of the maze



Bulma sighed as she leaned over the left side of her wheelchair and lightly traced the delicate indigo petals of her mother's prize-winning blue-bells. Her face was still damp from the onslaught of tears and her body seemed to ache. Whether the ache was emotional or physical, it was still left to be decided.



Vegeta's words had deeply hurt her, more than she would like to admit to herself. She sniffled like a child and continued to navigate her wheelchair around the endless maze of flower beds.



It was amazing that her mother had created twelve feet hedges, all inter- connecting with one another to finally form an illustrious garden maze. It was Bulma's favorite part of the entire garden, that could be classified as a miniature forest in her mind.



She would have been caught roaming through the maze when she was a child, and once she reached the center, her mother always had a special treat set up for her. She smiled wistfully as she remembered those sun-filled, cookies and milk days.



As she twisted and turned her wheelchair through the maze, she came to a halt at the section of white roses and grinned. She leaned down and conspicuously pulled out a white rose from the bottom of its stem. Her mother wouldn't miss this little flower, she reasoned.



Twirling the intricate flower in her hand, she tucked the stem behind her ear and pinned back the right side of her hair. She sat back comfortably as she reached the center of the man-made maze.



She slowly rolled her way to the gazebo stationed in the center and struggled up the steep ramp. One thing was for certain, she would have leaner arms by the end of this nightmare.



She let a sigh of relief out as she wriggled comfortably in the seat and grasped the railing of the gazebo in her milky hands. Looking up into the star-filled sky, she picked off the various constellations of the solar system.



Whenever she had been troubled, she had always come to this place and gazed at the stars. In
this garden oasis, amongst the bustling city-goers, she felt at ease. Not even her laboratory in 'Ground Zero' had achieved that sense of peace within her.



She raised her hand and began pointing off the various constellations, Orion's belt, Scorpio, Sagittarius and Virgo. And... The constellation of Vejita-sei.



Although Vegeta was far from her mind at that moment, she couldn't help put pick out the glowing star that was the planet. The hurtful words he had spoken were dim in her memory and she embraced the warm breeze of the wind that tousled her hair gently.



She parted her lips and began to sing softly to herself, allowing the doleful words to linger hauntingly in the balmy breeze. "Morning smiles, like the face of a newborn child... Innocent, unknowing." She paused and smiled at the spherical moon. Her voice wavered as she continued to sing the ghostly song to the stars.



"Winter's end, promises, of a long lost friend... Speaks to me of comfort... But I fear, I have nothing to give. I have so much to lose, here in this lonely place. Tangled up in your embrace. There's nothing better I'd like than to fall... But I fear, I have nothing to give..."



Bulma had always considered herself a good singer. She smiled softly again, her soul still wounded from the harsh words of the man she undoubtedly had come to care for.



The song hadn't always been her favorite, but it had grown on her. The eerie tune and the lyrics were incredibly profound in their own way, as if they were speaking of a deeper meaning. She found that she somewhat related to it and that it relaxed her nervous disposition.



The speed of the wind picked up and she jumped, turning to face the culprit that had dared to disturb her peaceful mirage.



She froze, her eyes growing large and sparkling brightly in the light of the moon.





Vegeta had found her at the center of the maze, amongst the sickly sweet smelling flowers. He watched as she set silently in the center of a strangely structured building, with not walls and yet it had a roof. He shook his head in disgust. He would never understand earthlings and their strange habits.



Anger engulfed him. It swallowed him in its black poison, blinding him from all reason. The brutal truth was, he didn't know why he was angry. Or more importantly, to whom he was angry with. Himself, or Bulma. He snarled, walking silently towards the picturesque gazebo, his hand poised and ready...



She sat so still, her head turned up towards the sky as if in despair. He could almost have sworn she was dead, had it not been for the flicker of her weak ki. Or for the visage of her finger pointing at the inky black sky, as if counting of the various stars. He walked slowly, striding with a purpose from behind her.



He aimed for the back of Bulma's head, sneering in disgust for having such awkward feelings invoked within him. A small ball of blue ki began to form in the center of his palm, glowing brightly as it grew more condensed.



He was going to rid himself of this burden, it was only slicing into his training time and nothing would come in the way of his succession to Super Saiyan. Not even this woman. She was a danger to him, in more ways than he could comprehend. It was one strange obsession that he did not need.



A soft noise caught his attention.



He frowned, his superior hearing catching the softly sung words. Amidst his lack of concentration, the condensed ball of ki dissipated and caused a burst of air to lurch forward in the delayed reaction. He cursed his idiocy as Bulma turned the wheeled chair on its axis, to face him.



He held his breath, arm out stretched and positioned to fire. But he found that he couldn't even form the ki ball in his hand. His body refused to respond to the instructions his mind was screaming at him.



He stared into two glimmering pools and sapphire and found that he couldn't do it. The Saiyan Prince could not bring himself to even hurt her. The revelation only made him want to howl and hurt her all the more, yet his body was refusing to listen to him that night.



Shit.



Bulma visibly flinched at the sight of Vegeta standing a few yards from the stone pillared gazebo. She bit her lip apprehensively, curious as to why he was simply standing behind her. The adrenaline was pounding around her body and she felt her heart skip a beat as she saw his outstretched arm. It was almost as if he were... Her eyes widened in disbelief.



She tilted her head, not wanting to voice her concern about what Vegeta had been about to do. "Haven't you said enough already, Vegeta? There is nothing more you can say that will reaffirm your conclusions. You've already told me how you really feel..." She knew she had been in the wrong as much as Vegeta. She knew she was as much to blame for she had said hurtful things to him before his speech in the kitchen.



The whisper had barely left her mouth, before he phased at lightning speed into the gazebo, standing beside her.



Vegeta clenched his jaw. He had come so close to killing her, but she had to turn around and spoil everything for him! And then she had spoken. The soft tune of her voice was enough to drive him into the pit of despair, howling like a mad man. He had been utterly ready to remove her from the misery of her wheelchair and send her to the next dimension.



He stood silently beside her, standing at the railing, cleverly disguising the inner turmoil of the strange feelings she invoked.



His head turned up as he stared at the stars she had been pointing at. The strained beats of his heart was enough to make him wonder that emotions of any kind were dangerous.



"Wheelchair," he simply stated.



Bulma frowned at the subtle hint. She looked at her confined body and then back at Vegeta, confusion reigning upon her face. "Yes," she said slowly. "It's a wheelchair."



Vegeta raised his shoulders as if he were shrugging, refusing to look in her direction. "I did not know what a wheelchair was."



Bulma grew even more confused. "Ok... We've established that I'm in a wheelchair and that you didn't know what one was but that still does not explain why you are here."



He growled. "You would not want to know the true reason I am here," he said dangerously, his quiet voice hanging in the air.



"Try me," she said half-heartedly. "I mean you called me a whore and a list of other things, what else could surprise me about you Vegeta?" She was becoming more annoyed with his shadowed answers.



"Fuck, woman!" He cried, "Don't you ever just shut up?!" The tone of her voice had grown from soft to irritating, and Vegeta was not a man to be dabbled with when annoyed. Especially when he had come a fraction away from killing her...



Bulma shook her head in exasperation, throwing her hands up in the air in defeat. "You're such a bastard-That's it! I'm going to give up trying to figure you out, Vegeta. You are just too complicated to comprehend!" She muttered under her breath.



The corner of his mouth twitched up. "I gave up a long time ago," he murmured cryptically. How could he describe to her of the evils he had seen and done in his life-time? How could he sit back and allow her to comprehend his complex beliefs and characteristics?



He himself had gone through rigorous meditation to deduce who he was. But each time, he came up with a blank. A plain, white blank that was so parched that Vegeta often found himself thrown into mindless reveries of the past and future.



He had wondered how life would have been for him had he remained with his father on Vejita-sei, than in the clutches of Frieza. Every belief he had gained on Vejita-sei was beaten out of him at the hands of the monster.



Physical and and mental torture had diminished his earlier teachings that had taken place on Vejita-sei and Frieza's regime became his entire world. It had merely left Vegeta a broken man, something that he would clearly not admit to himself or anyone else.



He frowned as he stared at the sky.



The Earth's position was oddly placed in the solar system, strangely rotating on a tilted axis and making it difficult for him to find the empty space that would have harbored his planet. He searched secretly for the destroyed planet's empty space, but could find none.



Bulma rolled her eyes at the strange answer and looked up at his profile as he stared at the sky. It was almost as if he were searching for something in the sky... Realization dawned upon her and she cleared her throat before speaking. "Vegeta, what are you looking for?" She asked, already knowing the answer.



He looked down at her seated frame in the restricted chair and felt himself flinch inwardly. In a lapse of judgment he had been ready to kill her, ready to be rid of his strange and growing obsession for the woman. He could not pity her in the chair, could not pity her state. It was her insufferable temper that had caused her paralysis. It had nothing to do with him... Did it?



He sneered, letting her know that she had no right to ask him such a question, but he answered anyway. "Vejita-sei." He tore his gaze away from her sparkling sapphire eyes and returned to look at the star-filled sky.



"Can you find it?" Bulma persisted. She had never spoken to Vegeta of his home planet. It had clearly been a subject that was off-limits to her.



He paused before answering, not looking away from the midnight blue sky. "... No."



She almost smiled as she saw him look in the opposite direction of the actual location of his planet. She placed her hands on the large round wheels and struggled to near Vegeta as she rode the chair.



He scowled, looking down at her fighting to get closer. "Weakling." He uttered under his breath. It was insane that he could find desire build within him at the sight of this weak woman.



Bulma huffed as she finally placed her wheelchair beside Vegeta. She poked the side of his thigh and frowned as he seemed to tense.



"What?" He asked, irritated.



"Come down here," she motioned to the floor beside her.



Vegeta looked at her as if she had lost her mind.



"Do you want to see where Vejita-sei is or not?" Bulma asked in a clipped tone.



Reluctantly, he kneeled down beside her wheelchair and waited for further instruction. Even though
he could not stand her presence at present, the need to see the empty black hole that his planet had occupied, was too overwhelming.



Bulma pointed to her far left, "That's Orion's belt. Can you see that?"



"Hm," he grunted.



"Look at the center star of the belt and follow that trail of stars upwards from the center star. Go five stars up and stop at the brightest star in that line of vision. Have you got it?" She inhaled sharply as she felt the heat of his face radiate against hers. He seemed so warm...



"Yes woman," he growled in annoyance, seemingly uncomfortable at the close proximity of Bulma's head to his.



"That star is Vejita-sei," she whispered.



It seemed as though Vegeta were choking on his breath as she whispered the words. He stood abruptly and moved away from the chair that held the beautiful woman captive. He looked away briefly, dumbfounded as to why the destroyed star that should have been his planet, was glowing brightly in the sky. "How-?" He was cut off before he could finish his question.



"Don't worry, there's an explanation as to why you can still see your planet."



"Get on with it!" He all but exploded.



"Your planet was sixty light years away from Earth. It basically means that the light from your planet takes sixty years to reach our planet. It's the reason we can still see Vejita-sei on Earth." She paused to watch his eyes widen with surprise and almost smiled at the innocent look that graced his normally dark and evil features.



She took a deep breath before continuing again. "The light that is being emitted from your planet is sixty years back from the present day. Which means that even though Frieza destroyed your planet twenty years ago, the light that we see is sixty years old and won't fade for another forty Earth years... Does that make sense?"



He stood silently, stunned by the lengthy explanation. He could still see the light of his planet burning here on Earth and it would remain that way for another forty years... It was all too mind boggling. Why hadn't he come to the same conclusion when he had been spending his time searching for the empty space of his planet?



He opened his mouth speak, wanting to ask her to show him the location of his planet once more. It was beyond mind boggling... It was a relief. But he could not explain the strange relief.



Before he could speak, a cold voice cut through his thoughts.



"Bulma. What's going on?"



It was Yamcha.



Vegeta growled, had he heard their conversation? It would not bide well for Vegeta's pride if the worm had listened to his and Bulma's private conversation. A black rage descended upon him, blinding him from all reason. It was the same rage that had engulfed him when he had been ready to kill Bulma, but now that anger had transformed and was somehow channeled towards Yamcha.



All rationality fled Vegeta as he raised a pointed finger at Yamcha's chest, his defensive mechanism taking over and ordering his body to kill the leach for such insubordination.



Bulma blanched at the murderous glare of the Saiyan Prince. He looked ready to kill Yamcha. She blinked, but it was all Vegeta needed to raise his arm and send a thin beam of ki spiraling towards the center of Yamcha's heart.



Her mouth hung open in a silent scream.