Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Torn ❯ Accusation ( Chapter 2 )

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Chapter 2

 

~Love of Vegeta~

 

 

 

Bulma opened her eyes and stared longingly at the cold lifeless space next to her, and ran a hand down the smooth undisturbed sheets. The dampness of her pillow was all that remained of the previous night's trauma, but the pain inflicted on her still fresh in her mind.

 

She reluctantly parted with the warmth of her bed, and went to stand by her window, overlooking the Gravity room. She moved her head until her eyes met with the muscular figure at the center of the room. Vegeta was punching the air viciously with his fists, his eyes set and determined and his concentration unwavering. She continued to watch him train when he stopped to hold his head, as though he had a headache. But he quickly regained his composure, shook his head and continued his assault on the invisible enemy.

 

Bulma tried to push down the terrible burning sensation in her heart, and the longing and dread that enveloped her whole being. It consumed all other emotions. All she wanted was him. She'd sacrifice all else just for that sole purpose. She'd give up her beauty and all of her intelligence, the two things she was most proud of, just for one last night in his arms. She didn't care that he had hurt her, she didn't care. She'd forgive him of everything if he would just return to the way he was. She wasn't ready to give him up just yet. She loved him too much and she just couldn't imagine life without him. That would be a fate far worse then any death. But this pain was just unbearable. It just never seemed to cease. Any physical pain would be an improvement, at least then she'd know there was a point to it all, and could even be comforted. But this pain, it just seemed to be never ending, like it was a permanent wound inside of her that had no chance for recovery and the only cure something that was impossible to have.

 

Bulma tore her gaze away from him and slumped into the bathroom to the shower, trying to focus her attention elsewhere.

 

But even as she stood under the hot spray water, all she could think about was him. He was all she saw, everywhere she looked. She could smell his scent in the air, taste him in her mouth, and hear his soft low voice whisper sweet nothings in her ear late at night. She could feel his perfectly muscular frame snuggle tightly against her own at night, and remember all those magical evenings they'd spent in each others' arms. Bulma shut her eyes tightly, trying to forget the present just so she could linger in those few happy memories. But they were gone now, they were the past, and no matter what, Bulma knew nothing would ever be the same again. How could it? What Vegeta had done to her the previous night was unforgivable....

 

And it was all her fault.... it must have been something she'd done, she should have prevented this happening... She just didn't know what to do or think anymore, nothing was making any sense anymore. She was in a complete state of helplessness. Was it really all her fault? Was there anything she could have done to stop this?

 

She was so ashamed, how could she have let this happen? There was no where to turn, no one to ask for guidance... All her friends' lives were so happy, so carefree... They were heroes. Strong and brave, inside and out. How could they understand how she felt? How could she even speak to them? If they could see how she was feeling, they'd be so disappointed...

 

She'd give anything to have her old life back, to become the naive and innocent girl she once had been. Seeing the bright side of everything, worrying over trivial matters, such as boyfriends and new inventions. She missed those fun-filled adventures they had all shared. Did she even have friends anymore? They'd completely reject her if they knew...

 

But why couldn't they understand? Why didn't they stop her all those years back, why didn't anyone warn her of all this? But they did.. she corrected herself, they did warn her of Vegeta, she just didn't want to listen... All her intelligence, what did it matter when she couldn't even foresee this? She should have. Vegeta was what he always had been; a cold, ruthless murderer, and nothing she did was about to change that. All those years ago, when she'd invited him into her home, she knew precisely what he was. He'd tortured thousands, done to them exactly what he was doing to her now... And yet she did nothing...

 

Where did she go from here? She was so scared. Scared for herself, scared for her son, and even for Vegeta. She just didn't want to loose him... She desperately wanted him to love her, an emotion he just wouldn't give. Something he was completely incapable of giving or feeling.

 

She sighed and turned off the hot water, grabbed a towel and stepped out of the shower. She quickly dried herself off and pulled out any old clothes from inside her wardrobe, a plain white shirt and loose fitting pants. She didn't wear any makeup or jewellery either. She did however run a brush though her hair and pulled it back into a slack ponytail, just so it would keep out of her way. She slipped on a pair of sneakers and grabbed her capsule case which she pocketed.

 

This would be the last time, she thought, she should have walked away long ago. She was no longer going to blame herself just for the sake of being with him. Even she could see that her excuses were getting ridiculous. She had to look at this from an outsider's point of view. Were his actions last night really as insignificant as she was trying to convince them to be?

 

She sighed. Years ago, and the thought of this ever happening to her would have made her laugh, this attitude just didn't suit her... but of course, she could never have comprehended just how much pain she'd be feeling... the circumstances were different. She never knew love back then...

 

It's better to have loved and lost...

 

"Lost..." The word had such a bigger impact when actually spoken out loud. Could she really have lost him? Was there no way to put this right... Bulma walked to the window and again stared at him through the GR window...

 

"I need to get out of here.." she whispered faintly, her voice breaking. Dabbing at her eyes, she ran from the room and took out her capsule case.

 

 

 

***

 

 

 

She sat in a small clearing at the center of a forest. She had no idea where she was, but she could find her way back. That was the benefit of being a technical genius. The craft would take her anywhere at the mere touch of a button.

 

That's if she did decide to go back... I mean, what did she have to go back to?

 

Bulma took that thought to the next level, and wondered... did pain follow you into the otherworld? She'd never asked any of the Z-gang about death, although it should have been the first question on her mind when they were brought back to life... Did emotions plague you even in the afterlife? Was she cursed to want someone who hated her forever? She'd have to ask Goku, perhaps there was a way out of this horrible torture... what was the point in living anyway? Why live in all this pain...

 

She gripped her head to clear herself of such thoughts.

 

Why did God give her such feelings?! Why did He make it so the one thing she wanted the most in the universe, would be the one thing she couldn't have? For it to dangle before her, so close, and yet always out of reach? Forever tormented by these useless emotions, that only caused pain...

 

She envied Vegeta. She now knew why emotions were a weakness. They were nothing but a burden. And even now, as she was thinking this, she wanted him like no other. She wanted, needed for someone to love her. A person could only give so much.. She just wished to have someone care for her, to need her like Vegeta never would. But who was she kidding...

 

She flinched when Goku suddenly flickered into view before her. She hated it when he did that...

 

"Bulma are you alright? Only, I felt your ki up here by yourself and I thought..." he began.

 

"You thought I was going to do something stupid?" she asked emotionlessly, she didn't care if that's what he thought. She had been considering it anyway...

 

"No - I....Were you?" he asked quietly. Bulma laid back and stared at the clouds.

 

"Maybe.." she said, although it was more to herself then to Goku. It would solve everything, wouldn't it? And Vegeta would probably be happier...

 

"Bulma." he snapped her out of her reverie. She looked up at him, expressionless. "You know that isn't the answer. You shouldn't let a short period of upset make you forget about the good things in life." Bulma grunted and continued to stare at the clouds. He didn't know anything...

 

"You know it's the truth." he said sternly, which caused Bulma to look at him. He was frowning, so unlike the soft-hearted fighter, but there was only concern in his eyes. But this did nothing to cool the sudden heat of anger she felt towards his words.

 

"How would you understand!? You have no idea what I'm going through, nobody does!" Tears began to sting her eyes. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she was overreacting, but she just couldn't help herself. "All your life you've lived happily! The Son's - one big happy family! You've never had to deal with this kind of pain!" she cried, covering her eyes with her hands to stop the flow of tears.

 

"Maybe not.." he said sitting down besides her. "But don't think for one moment that I haven't ever felt pain." he answered sounding offended, and just a little hurt.

 

"Yeah, when you're fighting.." she grumbled.

 

"Oh? So how do you think I felt when Radditz arrived on Earth?" Bulma frowned. What did that have to do with anything?

 

"How do you think it feels," he continued. "To suddenly have some cold ruthless killer disrupt your 'perfect' life and tell you he's your brother? That you are a monster, meant only for destruction, rejected by your parents as an infant?" Bulma's anger shifted somewhat, but still boiled deep inside of her. She knew she was just looking for someone to blame, but it still didn't prevent her belief that this was all somehow his fault.

 

"I died killing him." he stated distantly, most likely revisiting those past memories, and a small regret seemed to flavour that statement. "My long lost brother, the only link to my forgotten past." he said, this time more to himself.

 

"You think I just forgot about it, forget it ever happened?" he said after a pause, once again talking to her directly, but his voice still somewhat pained. "I had to cope knowing that if it weren't for a bump on the head, that I could have, and probably would have killed Chi-chi and Gohan. Do you know what it is like to know that deep inside of me, that what I truly am, is nothing but a monster?" he almost whispered that last word. "To constantly live in fear of it being unleashed, so much so you distance yourself from your loved ones for fear of hurting them..." his voice became bitter. "But of course, I suppose that kind of pain is nothing..." Bulma lowered her hands to look at him, but he was not facing her, just staring ahead and frowning. This side of him was so uncharacteristic, and she suddenly wished he would smile just so she could be sure it was still Goku sitting there.

 

"Goku... I had no idea.." she whispered, her anger had subsided. She'd never realised just how much Goku had been affected by that incident...

 

"No.. I guess nobody did.." he replied distantly. He turned to look at her for the first time since his recollection. "But that's my decision, and my problem." he added sternly. Bulma nodded, he didn't want her to tell the others. Goku's face softened, to his old caring facade, which made her somewhat more comfortable.

 

"Bulma, whatever's going on with you and Vegeta..." he sighed. "It won't last forever. Don't give up on him... he still loves you.." he said the last part almost forcefully, as though it was a wavering belief he was desperately trying to cling to. He wasn't the only one...

 

"You're wrong Goku..." She sighed quietly. "...But I wish you were right..." She closed her eyes. A lone tear slipped down her smooth cheek. Goku's arm wrapped around her shoulders. She turned towards him as he pulled her into a hug and buried her face in his gi, crying softly on his shoulder. Goku held her and rubbed her back in smooth reassuring patterns and allowed her to release her pain upon him.

 

Hours seemed to flow by in his arms, this comfort of another being almost forgotten, and yet so welcoming at the same time. She pulled back after her tears had ebbed, and stared at him. She was cared for, she realised. This man was actually concerned for her. His eyes were so gentle and loving... it was something she'd been missing for so long. A sight for sore eyes, how could she resist? She moved her face slowly closer to his. He didn't move, or pull back, just stared at her with those warm eyes... She needed to feel good, to forget about the pain just for one moment, just so she could carry on... Her lips brushed and pressed his own soft warm ones for a single moment before he pulled back.

 

"I'm sorry Bulma." he said quietly, picking himself up off the floor. "I wish I could help.. I really do... But not like this. It won't make either of us feel better..." Bulma turned away from him, shame returning from its short vacation. She looked down at her feet and sighed miserably.

 

"Why won't it?" she asked, still keeping her eyes on the green forest floor. A horrible silence followed her words, until at last he made a sound. He sighed.

 

"Because I'm not the one you want." he said simply, though sympathetically, and the painful silence ensued. When she finally did look back he'd already gone.

 

 

 

***

 

 

 

She stayed in that same spot, thinking, as always. Goku knew a lot more then he should, but she didn't know how. Could Vegeta have said anything to him? She doubted it.

 

After falling asleep, she awoke to discover it was now dusk. There was nothing left of the sun but a soft pink-orange glow near the mountains and a pink tinge outlining the clouds. An owl hooted in the distance. She found her way back to the hover craft, and set off for Capsule Corps. She didn't know why she was so worried about the time, it was not as if she'd be missed back at C.C. But something told her she was in trouble, there was a strange anxiousness gripping her mind and a fluttering in her stomach. She could just tell that something was wrong...

 

As Capsule Corps came into view, she could tell instantly that something was up.

 

The lights of the GR were out, the door left open and the balcony doors to her room also ajar, blowing in the rather strong wind and revealing the mess that had become of her room. Books, clothes and sheets were torn and scattered everywhere, and all of her ornaments smashed.

 

She touched down near the back entrance and capsulated her craft. It was almost pitch black now without the brightness of the craft's head lights.

 

"Where the fuck have you been?" growled a voice from behind her. Anger laced his every word but he was not yelling, somehow making his voice even more deadly.

 

She spun around and could just make out his silhouette through the thick darkness. She thought about replying for a moment, but decided against it. She just didn't have the strength physically or emotionally to argue with him tonight, not after the last night's events. Instead of answering, she turned and instead began walking to the back door.

 

Something gripped her arm above the elbow and spun her around fiercely.

 

"Don't you dare ignore me!" he hissed. Bulma couldn't help the surge of anger that overcame her with that threat. How could he be so hypercritical?

 

"What? Like you've been ignoring me for the past two weeks?!" She regretted those words as soon as they escaped her lips. 'Please, not again,' she pleaded. She could feel his body become tense and his energy swell. He pulled her against him so their faces were just inches apart and her body against his. Bulma suddenly realised just how terrifying he looked in the dark. The shadows beneath his eyes intensified his murderous gaze and sharpened his every feature. She also noticed just how muscular he was, and the painful grip on her forearms reminded her of just how insignificant she was to this man. No, not a man, a saiyan, she reminded herself. An alien monster brought up in destruction and death. Empty of all remorse and mercy. Just who was she kidding when she though she could change him?

 

"I asked you a question, woman," he spoke slowly, each word a threat in its own right. "I will not ask again."

 

"I-I just went for a ride..." she stuttered. His eyes narrowed suspiciously as he scrutinised every detail of her face, looking for a hint of deceit. He was not convinced. He grabbed her by the cuff of her shirt and pulled her closer. He stopped suddenly. His eyes widened and he sniffed the air between them.

 

"Filthy Fucking Whore!" he spat throwing her to the floor. Bulma lifted herself onto her elbows to look at his in surprise and fear. He advanced on her, his face that of pure fury.

 

"Tell me, just who did you take this 'ride' with?" he asked in a calm voice that was on the verge of breaking.

 

"What?!" she gasped. "N-no one!"

 

"DON'T LIE TO ME!" he screamed reaching down and picking her up by her shirt. "His scent is all over you!!!"

 

"Vegeta, I don't know what you're talking about!" she screamed, suddenly scared for her life. Her head was suddenly whipped to the side as a fist connected with her cheek, throwing her down to the floor under impact. She looked up at him in shock. Tears streamed down her face and stars danced before her eyes. As the fuzziness in her head cleared, she suddenly realised just what he was talking about. But it was just a hug! she screamed mentally. How could he smell his scent on her after such a long time?!

 

"Vegeta, please!" she sobbed. "It was just a hug, nothing happened I swear!!" This was obviously the wrong thing to say. His eyes became red with fury and his face looked like it was fighting just to keep its sanity, and loosing. He bent low and growled through gritted teeth. His energy had burst fourth in a powerful nimbus. It glowed purple around his body. He raised his arm and pointed his open palm at her face. His hand began to glow a bright blue, before forming into a sphere. Bulma backed away and screamed. He was furious, his eyes full of anger and all his muscles were tensed and bulging.

 

Bulma shut her eyes tightly as she heard him let out a anger filled scream.

 

"NO!" he yelled almost pleadingly. "NOT HER!" Bulma dared herself to open her eyes. His arm was no longer outstretched but gripping his head, his fingers digging hard into his skull as his fought against something within him.

 

"Vegeta!" she yelled but stopped by the look on his face. It was terrifying. His eyes were burning with intense rage and hatred, of blood and death. His jaw was locked into a ferocious snarl and his features were furious.

 

"Get - Away - From - Me!" he screamed through gritted teeth. She couldn't move, her body seemed frozen to the spot.

 

"GET AWAY FROM MEEE!" he screamed his aura quickly flashing to gold. Bulma regained her composure and sprinted for the door. She darted inside and ran for the phone, scared for her life. She picked up the phone and poised her hand over the numbers, when the kitchen window shattered. Glass sprayed everywhere. A tremendous wind hit the room through the open door window, throwing about everything in the kitchen. The door was literaly thrown off its hinges and pots and pans flew everywhere. Bulma was thrown against the wall, gasping as the wind was knocked out of her. The mysterious wind exploded with a massive burst of strength before disappearing. Pans and dishes clattered to the floor, as did Bulma.

 

She quickly recovered and ran to the back door just in time to see Vegeta surging through the air at breakneck speed, and out of sight. A pure gold fire burned around his body and left a thick trail of light in his path.

 

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU!?" she screamed hysterically after him, but he was far out of earshot and out of sight. She collapsed in a heap on the floor and burst into tears.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thanks sooo much everyone who reviewed! You guys are great! I didn't think anyone would want me to continue… Anyway, not too happy with the way this chapter came out.. But please review and tell me what you think, I really need some suggestions/comments/criticisms for this fic, *in small voice* please don't flame me. Oh, and I'm sorry all you BV lovers, but their relationship is NOT going to get better any time soon, hope I haven't put you off. I promise there IS a reason for Vegeta's behaviour, that will come soon. See if you can guess what it is.

 

Well, till next time!

 

~Love of Vegeta