Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Until Death ❯ Midnight Encounter ( Chapter 5 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer- I don't Dragonball Z. Credit belongs to Akira Toriyama.

Until Death

By: VCelestialGoddess

Chapter 4- Midnight Encounter

The midnight breeze wrapped around Bulma's body as she stepped out into the dark night. The crisp, cool air embraced her, as if to reassure her that life was totally at ease. Although, in reality, it was not. How could it be when she just received the most heart-wrenching news of her life? A cyst growing rapidly at the base of her skull was enough to make her heart ache with sorrow. Wishing not to hear anymore, she stepped out for a midnight walk all by herself, feeling that it was the best way to deal with her sudden rush of emotions.

Bulma turned to gaze at the stars, each orb shining bright with joy and confidence. She imagined herself as one, her body the palest of all there, ill and filled with grief. Her eyes roamed over to see a highly lit sphere, the moon, its reflection painted clearly on her sapphire gems. With her tresses flowing freely behind her back, she continued to walk, deciding she was better off resting under a nearby tree. At this time of night the forest was usually peaceful, the occasional hoot from an owl echoing back through the darkness. Bulma released a quiet sigh, allowing the rustling of the leaves to disrupt her constant worries about her life. She still had hopes that the radiation treatments could be of some benefit.

As she stood there in the stillness of the night, she began to realize that not all was silent. Small grunts and growls were heard from afar, along with the breathless huffs of labored breathing. Curious, she followed the sounds, telling herself this could be a possible threat. Bulma glanced at what looked like a well-built silhouette, jumping up and down, releasing a series of punches and kicks at…?

Who?

Bulma crawled closer to obtain a clearer view of male-like shadow. At least, itsounded like a man.

“Show your self,” growled the voice. Was he talking to her?

Before she knew it, the shadow approached her with sure, heavy steps. Her heart started to pound against her ribs; beads of perspiration streamed down her forehead. Should she run before it was too late? It was indeed late when the figure was revealed in the light of the moon; its rays exposed the familiar obsidian orbs, the dark flame-like mane. She collapsed weakly and sat back down under the tree, amazed of the view before her. His bare, glossy chest begged to be touched. His whole figure seemed like an illusion of perfection.

“Bulma is it?”

Bulma's heart pulsated even louder. Afraid he would hear the thumping of her organ, she calmed her self. She had sensed it was Vegeta. No one could ever fail to spot him without the trademark flamed mane, the depthless coal eyes.

“Yes, how do you -” She halted. Now she knewexactly who this man was!

“I don't even have to ask who you are! You were the one that kept me waiting and waiting for your ridiculous rendezvous.” Bulma was furious with the man! He planned a meeting and he didn't even bother to show up.

“I apologize. I had some important business to take care of. It had come up on me suddenly. Before I finished, it was already too late,” Vegeta lied.

“Well it didn't matter anyway. I was still going to receive the horrible news either way.”

“What news?” Vegeta asked.

“I do not wish to share it with you. It's private.”

“Private as in connected with the hospital?” Vegeta smirked. He knew she didn't have to lie. He sneaked right up to her hospital room to deliver the card. Perhaps she has an illness?

Vegeta sat down too, directly in front of her, no more then an arms length away. He peered into her… teary azure charms? She was shedding tears! Why? Had he hurt her somehow? Confused, he moved closer and sat next to her. He watched as the liquid tears streamed down her face, each glowing under the moon like shimmering crystals. Vegeta couldn't stand to see this depressing sight before him. He quickly lifted her up and placed her in his lap, caressing his hand up and down her back. She must be cold. Bulma was only clad in a short, yellow summer dress and seemed to be shivering uncontrollably under his hot touch. She continued to weep in his strong embrace, warm tears streaming down his chest, causing him to shiver as well. Vegeta inhaled the unique aroma of her cerulean locks, his nose tracing a line down to her ear.

“Tell me my lady. Tell me what is wrong,” he whispered huskily. His lips held still beneath her earlobe, waiting for a response.

“I…don't think…I can,” Bulma forced between the near violent sobs. Should she tell him? He was so kind and caring right now, it was hard to refuse. She never revealed the secret to anyone but her close friends and family. Bulma knew everyone at her school must have been astonished when she collapsed during physical education class. How was she supposed to tell her classmates at what had happened? What if they all started acting as if she was…contagious? Or what students like to call “weird”? But then again, she was in the arms of the handsome king.

“What is stopping you from telling me? I will not share this with anyone, if that's what is keeping you back. It is no one else's business,” Vegeta whispered softly once more.

“Neither is it yours!” Bulma shot back. She pulled roughly out of his arms, wiping her tear-stained cheeks. Vegeta's eyes widened at her sudden movement.

“I cannot help but wonder why you shed tears this night. Wouldn't a stranger other then me have that concern as well? To see a young woman cry in the depths of a forest is a bit odd. So if you do not mind, maybe that stranger would offer some help!” His voice contained a hint of anger, perhaps her actions had caused him to reply like that?

Bulma rushed forward desperately back in his soothing arms, enjoying the feel of his hot, bare skin. “I'm sorry for acting this way. I can't help what's happening to me. I do wish to tell you, but not now. My father is coming to your castle tomorrow evening to discuss business with you. Maybe I could tell you then?” Bulma lifted her face to gaze into his warm obsidian eyes.

“It's alright. You don't have to tell me if you do not wish to. However, you are welcome to join your father and me for dinner. Your mother may come as well.” Vegeta was relieved to see her smile.

“Thank you my king. And I really do want to tell you.” Not in her right mind, Bulma reached up and placed a gentle kiss upon his cheek, enjoying the warmth against her lips. She could feel the sudden rush of blood streaming beneath his skin. Her touch was like the gentleness of a butterfly.

“If you don't mind, I must head back to the hospital before the nurse starts to worry about me. I thank you again for…everything.” Bulma lifted herself up to stand and stretch, preparing herself for the long walk back.

“I will see you tomorrow then?”

Vegeta hadn't noticed her talking to him! Focused once more he simply nodded and watched her speed off in the direction she came from. Vegeta stood up and walked off into his castle, greeting Raditz as he entered; touching his cheek while wondering about the mysterious cerulean goddess.

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“Where were you Bulma?” Nurse Shai questioned.

“I went out for a walk.”

Shai frowned. “At this time of night?” The nurse leaned against the bathroom door, watching the young girl's every move of brushing her teeth.

Bulma ignored the woman as she slipped into her night gown. When the nurse walked over to her bed to fix her silken sheets properly, Bulma rolled her eyes in disgust. Was she allowed to go anywhere at all with out adults tracking every move she made?

She waved goodbye to the nurse as she slipped in bed, the lights switched off instantly. Bulma thought about what tomorrow would bring. She sighed heavily as wondered what her conversation with Vegeta would be like tomorrow. Should she just forget about telling him? But no. Bulma did promise him before she left. And “kissed” him. Gods, what was she thinking; making such a bold move against him? It was so… irresistible. She had to feel him even more, to feel him at her most intimate area on her face. His soft skin. His dark spheres that glinted in the moonlight. That made her body filled with heat. When she lifted her lips to caress him, a drop of sweat had dripped in her mouth. It tasted so… salty! She had better not be so curious the next time she visited him. Bulma didn't want to end up kissing his lips. Ugh! What was she doing thinking about Vegeta like that when there, existed her friend Yamcha? She knew somewhere deep down, Yamcha had feelings for her. She saw it in his eyes one night; the night he kissed her. After the heat finished swarming Bulma's cheeks, she settled down and drifted off into deep slumber.