Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Tempting Death ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Tempting Death

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By The Eternity Dragon

Chapter One

She was sitting on the window ledge; cold water running through her hair, cascading off her eyelashes.

She blinked; the world slowly focusing around her.

The air was cold, the atmosphere consuming and the only noises to be heard was the pounding of the falling rain and the beating of her heart.

The woman closed her eyes, anger flowing through her; she felt her composure peak, threatening to shatter the carefully laid appearance of tranquillity that flowed through her countenance.

Her hands closed around the sill, her face contorted into a deep frown as oval nails dug themselves into the paint; creating deep grooves in the wood.

The anger was so close now so abundant, always right beneath the surface of her mind, ready to blow, ready to ignite, it was slowly driving her crazy.

She sighed, allowing the cold evening air to flow into her lungs; trying to douse the fire within her.

Letting go of the sill as allowed one raw hand to rake through her drenched hair; red marks marred her perfect skin, the short top failed to conceal the self inflicted wounds of her anger.

It was all his fault.

Ever since Namek she had been filled with a self consuming fear threatening to overshadow the ordinary routine of daily life; and now it was catching up with her.

She struggled to maintain the ordinance that had once been herself; the sense of emptiness, the loss of empathy.

She had no sympathy for others, only a cold regard and moroseness, but they didn't know, they would never understand.

The bitter dread that flooded through her, the untapped rage, the isolation of her soul, and it had all started with him.

She leaned back, icy droplets of water dancing across her skin, slipping across her lips; her head turned to stare into the eye of the storm.

Rain clouds hung in a grey midst above the house; like an overhanging fog slowly sucking the life from the land beneath it, all was suppressed.

The sun was gone, only a dim light lit the area, like a swashed out portrait. Dim figures could be made out; a tarmac road disappearing into the gloom could just be made out on the horizon of her vision, solitary cars, crawling like glittering insects across slippery ground and the deep vibrations of motor engines rumbling across motorways.

This was the meaningless monotony of life, the endless drone of the continuum; it had been all she had know until a few months ago, until her eyes had been prised open to reveal the insignificance of it all.

She could see now, understand the irrelevance of life; she understood, and she was dying because of it.

Her countenance froze, her heart beating wildly in her chest as a figure emerged from a domed shape building to the left.

Ice flooded through her veins; anger driving her wild with aggression and hostility.

The figure stood still for a moment, before moving towards the house.

Her blue eyes filled with an open antagonism as she followed the figure's movement until it disappeared into the house.

A door slammed shut somewhere downstairs, she felt all of her muscles clench within her; gritting her teeth she slowly exhaled, willing herself to be calm, she must not surrender to the anger or she would lose herself in it.

Slowly she felt her body relax, her mind concentrating solely on her breathing; she suddenly became aware of her right wrist, hot liquid was now flowing steadily across it.

Glancing down she gently unclenched her fingers, her nails had been digging so deeply into her palm they had drawn blood.

Four evenly placed cuts leaking crimson water had appeared on her hand, she lifted the wounds to her mouth, and the sour taste of the strangely metallic substance crossed her frozen lips.

Movement in the hallway began towards the stairs, she felt her body clench again, panic and antagonism bubbling through her.

She turned her head towards the door, her eyes widening in raw emotions; consciously aware of her rain drenched T-shirt.

The red raised bumps on her arms, where her nails had raked over her porcelain skin; her burgundy lips stained with her own blood.

The footsteps were closer now; her own heart was pounding in her ears; her heart turning somersaults.

The movement stopped, the silence spiralled horribly; adrenaline pumping through her veins like a throbbing pain.

The door opened, there was no light in the corridor, the dim light from the window cast eerie shadows across the room; a figure was silhouetted against the doorway.

Arms crossed leaning lethargically against the frame as though he couldn't be bothered to support his own weight.

Jaw clenched, chin jutting out from under the nose; the air of hostility intensified in the room as dark eyes raked over her thin frame.

Silence resided in the dark room, she made no effort to talk; her hands were trembling now, she couldn't trust herself to talk, the rage was too near.

"Fix the machine." Vegeta growled, gravely tones travelling across the small expanse of the room seeming like miles, her heart moved to her mouth, beating every second sending thousands of pins and needles through her like a sweet pain.

"It's broken," he continued, his eyes narrowing as his eyes lifted to her lips, sliding slowly and sensually across them.

"Fix it."

For what seemed an age he played the game, trying to get a rise out of her, but she just sat there, like a ghost broken and forlorn.

Her small body wedged into the sill, rain water trickling down her back from her drenched cerulean hair.

He allowed his eyes to trail slowly across her body, and then to her arms, in the dim light he stopped; his eyes picking up the small irregularities in her skin, a suspicion was born, planted in the back of his mind buried in the darkness.

Feeling the doubts of the newly planted notion his eyes slid slowly to her face, her palm was still pressed against her mouth, resting on her hip tightly clenched.

Alarmed now, but determined to let anything show his eyes rested on hers, frozen there by the deep resentment leaking forth from them.

The deep hollows of her indigo eyes pulled him in, the crashing waves of suffering coursing through him, and the anger, like looking at a reflection of himself.

Vegeta shifted uneasily from one foot to the other, he knew that look, the malevolence in it was unmistakeable, even if others could not detect it.

No one moved; he could hear the blood rushing through veins see the blood on her crimson lips, but he still couldn't tear his eyes away from hers.

Moving her hand away from her mouth, she opened her lips, forcing herself to push past the hate and malevolence.

She nodded, licking her lips and moving her legs from the frosty sill.

"You'll do it now." He said, a deep frown settling across his expression; he watched her every movement with irritation.

Why was she taking so long?

Like a shadow she moved towards him, never once allowing her cobalt eyes to leave his onyx orbs; "I'll do it in the morning."

She retorted icily standing in front of him, the sour smell of anger filled the tiny room; Vegeta stared, what had she just said to him?

"No," he said taking her arm in his hand and wrenching it forward, "you'll do it now."

The woman's lips curled up it a snarl as she tried to prise her arm away from him, as though he was burning through her skin.

"Are you threatening me?" She spat, her cold blue eye's filled with a heavy hate.

Vegeta leaned closer now, his nose inches away from hers, "I guess I am."

He retorted, a small cynical smirk playing up one side of his mouth; he was interested to see what her reaction to this statement would be.

She stood back, her form half shadowed in darkness; her hair long tangled and wet, lying limply of her rain drenched shoulders.

He couldn't make out the expression on her face as it lay in shadow, but an inclination of suspicion crept upon him as the words fell from her mouth.

"If you threaten me again," she hissed slowly, raising her chin to stare him in the face with stormy eyes.

"I'll make sure he kills you."

The words were said simply and in utter truth, Vegeta didn't doubt for one minute that the mean held all of the potential damage that they implied.

He took a step back, surprised by her answer, bemused by her countenance, and slightly afraid of her attitude.

Why was she not scared?

She stepped past him and walked into the corridor, turning back, she whispered under her breath.

"And when you do die, I hope it's in agony; because you are going to hell."

Silence fell, his anger was enraged, how dare she speak to him in this manner?

He advanced a step forward, his mind demanding that she be taught respect.

A voice floated up the stairs, breaking the intensified atmosphere that hung over the two.

"Sweetheart could you come down here for a second?"

She turned, replacing the mask of everyday formality, "Just a minute papa," she called sweetly down the stairs, and with out a backwards glance Bulma turned into her bedroom to change and dress.

Leaving Vegeta standing in the gloomy corridor alone, wondering exactly how two personalities could be contained in one female humanoid form.

This to me could be an utter load of crap, I have no idea, I guess you're gonna have to tell me how it went, this is an Angst, this is gonna be nasty with a lot sparks flying in all directions.

Well, I don't know if you're gonna like it.

I guess you'll have to review and tell me huh?

Love

The Eternity Dragon

&

Murray