Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Unrequited Feelings ❯ The Beginning ( Chapter 2 )
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Bulma leaned against the window, breathing harshly, as though there was no oxygen left to breath. She felt as though her lungs were constricting under an invisible pressure. Any moment now, she would hear the sound of a loud explosion, and they would start to look for her, and then her mother would... her mother would...
"Oh my God... my mom's... Oh God..." she cringed.
Nappa knocked down the front door with a swift blow, and Radditz began to study the place. He walked past Nappa, and stepped in, and encountered a psychotic blonde-haired woman, that smelled oddly of strong tea. She was holding something that oddly resembled a weapon. What a futile, idiotic woman, thought Radditz. He took another step inside, and the woman still persisted on holding on to the weapon. She wasn't going to give up without a fight.
"If you are very fond of breathing, I suggest you stop threatening me with your futile weapon." Radditz mumbled calmly. The woman shook her head, the rifle shaking in her hands.
"You just broke down my door, why the fuck would I let you in!!?? Are you fucking insane!!??" she shouted. "Fuck you!! I'm not letting you in my house, now scram!! Shoo!!"
Nappa laughed at her, plainly for her stupidity. "Bitch, if you talk to us like that again, I'll fucking rape your daughter right in front of you, you got that!!" The woman began to shake, and Nappa crackled in laughter.
"You... monster!! What do you want with Bulma??!! But... Of coarse, you're after the-"
"Just tell us where she is, and no one gets hurt!!"
The woman dropped the weapon, defeated. Nappa lunged at her, and picked her up to her feet. "Get up, woman!! Just tell me where the bitch is, and no one gets hurt. Now be a good bitch, and tell me where Bulma is, NOW!!" Even after the threat, she shook her head. Nappa swung his hand to slap her, and Radditz grabbed his hand before he did. It just pissed him off.
"Leave her." murmured Radditz. "We'll just find her on our own, It won't take long-"
"Fuck you!! I’m not gonna look for her!! I'm not playing hide and seek here, you get her, and I'll stay here, in case this bitch runs off somewhere!!"
Bulma ran to the closet, and buried herself under all her clothes, locking the door. She heard what they were saying, and now... one of them was looking for her right this moment. She couldn't help, but shudder their disrespect toward her mother. She felt disgusted, and revolted... but she couldn't do anything about it... locked up in the closet, but the good new was that her mother was still alive... there was still hope... If only Goku was still alive...
She shuddered, and stifled a groan. What was she going to do now, hiding in the closet. Why couldn't she shake this fear away? She was much more braver than this... but her condition... this rare condition of hers... it made her weak... she was afraid...
Radditz checked all the rooms on the second floor, and he still couldn't find her. There was only one door left in the hollow hallway. He had a slight hunch that she was there all long. He grimaced to himself, as he took long strides to get there. Of all the shit he had to put up with Nappa... this was the worst. If he had just remained passive, he wouldn't be here in the first place... It would have been worse if he had come with Vegeta. That son of a bitch would have killed both of the women, and then he'd brag about it, that heartless sac of shit....
He knocked down the door, and heard a tiny whimper from behind a door just a couple of feet away from him. he stopped abruptly in front of the door, and took out a strange key from his pocket. He hesitated, and put the key on the lock, and when he opened it, he couldn't help, but... blush at the sight before him. There she was, leaning against the wall, her hair framing her flushed face. She was... there was no other word for it... Beautiful... breathtaking in every single way... And when she looked at him...just what was she thinking at this moment?
"Please... don't hurt my mother... she is... all I have... with-" she stumbled, and he caught her before she hit the ground. I probably scared the shit out of her, thought Radditz, as he brought her closer to him. He brushed a couple of strands away from her face, and caressed the side of her cheek, almost in a sympathetic way.
"Poor creature... If only I could-"
"Oh you got her, about time! We should get moving right now, you know how Frieza is." Nappa stepped into the bedroom, still holding on to Ms. Briefs. She broke down in tears, at the sight of her unconscious daughter in Radditz arms. He suddenly remembered what Bulma said before fainting, and he picked her off the floor. "Leave the woman, Nappa. She is not a threat to us now."
"But-"
"Fuck you. let's go!!" Radditz walked past Nappa, and Mrs. Briefs. There was a look of utmost horror on her face, her complexion, paper white. Just before he left, he paused, and said, "I won't do anything to hurt her, so don't get all bitchy, alright." Nappa gave him a deranged look, as he let Mrs. Briefs go.
After they were gone, Mrs. Briefs fell to the ground, her body weak from standing up.
"They took her away... she's gone..."
I'm having the same dream again... this is just perfect... It's always the same... and it always ends the same... My dad dieing... telling me not to take the pendant off. Why though? Why shouldn't I? I have every reason to do whatever I want. He's dead for all I care... He’s gone, and he's never coming back... ever.
(The scene changes, and now, she is seeing her younger self, in the restroom. She doesn't remember this at all.) The younger Bulma is looking at herself in the mirror, staring at the awful bags under her eyes. She resembled the undead. She is now looking at the pendant, as though it is a cursed mark against her paling skin. Her fingers trace over the crystal, and unknowingly, she takes it off, and throws it into the toilet.
Older Bulma: What do you think you're doing!!?? Put that thing back on!!
The younger Bulma looks at the toilet, and as though lightning had struck her, her body seizes up, and is now frigid, her eyes becoming hazy, and unfocused. The older Bulma tries to help her younger self, but this was just a dream... she couldn't do anything about it. She continues to watch as her former self is being tortured... For unknown reasons. Older Bulma no longer wants to watch, and wishes she was awake... Blood everywhere... Make it stop, make it stop, MAKE IT STOP!!!
Bulma wakes up all of a sudden, her heart racing mildly in her chest. She didn't know what that dream had meant, and was now beginning to wonder if that had ever happened to her. She rubbed her eyes, and felt a blanket wrap around her. She seized up, and felt a hand on her shoulder.
"I knew you were cold." said a calm voice from behind. She turned around, and felt herself blushing. She couldn't take her eyes off of the stranger that had given her the blanket. He was tall, dark, and handsome, and he had a long mane of hair... for some strange reason... she had seen him somewhere, but where? And how?
"Bulma? Are you okay?"
She shook her head. "How do you... how did you... how'd you know my name?" She looked around, and found herself in a large, circular room, and she was laying on a bed, and he was sitting right beside her. He had a calm look in his face, as he looked at her. She blushed, realizing they were both in bed, so she moved away from him. "Where... am I?"
"I'm Radditz, my brother told me about you. And you're in my room... you were out cold when we brought you here, so I took you with me, so you could have a little lay in... I'm not a pervert." he added, from the look on her face.
"That's not why I... you have a brother? How does he-"
"You mean my brother Kakkarot? Yeah, he knows you. Do you know him?"
"Kakkarot? Doesn't ring a bell..."
"Well... If you want to rest some more, you could stay a little longer."
She rubbed her eyes, yawning. "Yes, I'm a little tired." She looked away, because she was becoming uncomfortable under his stare. She suddenly became interested with her nails.
"Your eyes... they're... beautiful."
Bulma felt herself blush, and she tried to look elsewhere, so she wouldn't have to stare into his gorgeous eyes... Oh God, what was she thinking??!! She mentally scolded herself.
"I'll get going... Just get some rest, and umm... I'll come back, and.... Umm... Stay here, okay... and... whatever you do... don't accept any drinks from the guy next door. Trust me on that one."
She was about to ask why, and best decided that she didn't want to know the answer. "'kay." she murmured. He nodded, and as he was about to leave, he accidentally crashed into the door. He scolded himself, and left, as though nothing had happened. She layed her head on the pillow, and took a tiny whiff of it. His scent was everywhere... and she loved it...
"Radditz... is so kawaii." she murmured to herself as she drifted off to sleep.
"Mmmn... Vegeta.... more, more, more..." the girl moaned, as she writhed, and twisted beneath Vegeta. He grunted, and pulled her chin up to kiss her. She grabbed a handful of his hair, and her hand traveled down to his back, leaving deep scratches there. When orgasm finally came over him, he rolled off of her, and began to put his clothes on. The girl leaned on her shoulder, as she watched him get dressed.
"You were incredible today. Vegeta. Did you have a bad day or something?" she said, biting her bottom lip. Vegeta turned around, and kissed her once again.
"Everyday is a fucking bad day to me, is that what you wanted to hear!?!" he hissed.
She crawled towards him, covers still covering her, and fondled his shoulders. "Don't say that love-"
"I never said I loved you, faith.” interrupted Vegeta. She smiled, and kissed his neck, nipping him softly.
"But... I love you." she whispered in his ear, and she kissed him there. He brushed her aside. "Whatever, I'll see you tomorrow morning."
Faith sighed, and began to change into her clothes, as fast as she could... she didn't want to... see him with another woman... She bid him another farewell, even if she knew he was ignoring her. She ran out of his room, weeping, her hands on her face.
One day... I will make you love you... We will be in love... And we will be happy... forever....
A/N: I know Radditz is OOC (out of character) but you'll see why in later chpts. And no, this isn't a Radditz/Bulma fic. if you wanted to know.