Ch.6
by: Vegeta's Mate
Bulma's heart was pounding a mile a minute as
she frantically fumbled with the controls to shut
the gravity machine off. ~Come on!! I don't have
time for this!!~
She finally managed to shut the machine off and
her father was already opening the door.
Her father was the first to enter the room,
followed by Bulma and her mother.
At first, they couldn't see anyone. "I was sure that
he was in hear!" Mr. Briefs said in confusion, the
little black cat that was forever perched on his
shoulder, looked around nervously as well.
The lighting in the room wasn't on all the way, so
Bulma pushed a few buttons on the conrtrol panel
and the lights intensified.
Her eyes wandered over to the base of the central
part and stopped when she noticed something
peculiar.
Her hand shot up to her mouth in horror as she
realized that it was blood flowing across the floor.
She ran to the other side of the central controls
and as she felt herself go numb at the sight before
her.
There was the proud Prince of the Saiyajin,
completely covered in his own blood. He had
numerous leg, chest, head, arm wounds. He looked
as if he had dragged through a meat grinder.
Bulma could feel hot tears starting to run down
her flawless features as she gently placed a hand
on his neck to check for a pulse. ~Oh Kami...~
He had one, but it was VERY faint. It was hardly
there at all.
The world just seemed to stop to Bulma. And she
was quite startled when some medics from their
clinic came and gently pried her loose from the
injured Saiyajin.
She got up to follow and suddenly felt nauseated.
The world seemed to spin and the last she
remembered was seeing the metal floor come
rushing at her and then total blackness...
3 hours later...
Vegeta had no idea where he was. The place
seemed
to make no since what-so-ever. The sky flashed
between red's and then to yellow's. And then
sometimes different shades of purple and black.
The land was desolate and lonely. Just a barren
wast land, devoid of any other person besides
himself.
There was no sound from anywhere. Just the
never-ending howling of the wind. Vegeta shivered
slightly, not really from the rawness of the wind,
but from the whole feeling that the place gave him.
Suddenly there was horrible grinding sound and
the ground beneath him began to open up revealing
the most horrifying place that Vegeta had ever
seen. He swore that it must be the gates of Hell
itself.
For some reason, he felt incredibly weak and could
no longer stay in the air. He began to plummet
towards the gapping mouth of the raging inferno
below him.
He hit the sides of the jagged rock on the sides of
the entrance.
He desperately clawed at the rock trying to pull
himself up. But he kept slipping back towards that
horrible hells mouth.
People of many different species suddenly
appeared above him and began cursing on him and
cheering as he frantically clawed and pulled for his
life. Some threw rocks, some more spat at him,
condemning him to his bitter fate. These were the
innocent souls that he taken in his quest for blood.
He could then hear laughing. Horrible mocking
laughter. Visions of his father scolding and
mocking him. Visions of Freezer and his evil
laughter. "Look at the Super Saiyajin now!! Oh my!
Hahahaha!!!"
Their laughter rang through his ears and bitter
tears began to well up in his eyes.
He was then jerked closer to the that horrible fate
as his former partners Nappa and Raditz grabbed
him by the legs and began to pull him down.
He screamed as the tears began to flow freely
down his face. ~So this is how it ends, ne?~ It
wasn't his fault! Didn't anybody care about that?!
Didn't anybody care that he hadn't had a choice
but to be the way he was?! Apparently not.
He suddenly ran out of rock and just waited to
pulled down to his fate...
Nothing happened. He opened his eyes and looked
up to see two hands that had an iron grip on his
wrists. Those beautiful hands began to pull him
back from the depths from the inferno.
His eyes wandered up to the face of his saviour.
Flowing blue hair. Crystal blue eyes. The most
beautiful thing he had ever seen.
His angel pulled him completely away from the pit
and the visions, laughter and fear disappeared.
The angel pulled him close and cradled him in her
arms. He could have sworn he felt the brush of her
wings wrap around him.
"I will not allow you to be lost. You're forgiven....."
She whispered in his ear. Her lips brushed his
forehead. "My love......"
. . . . . . . . .
Vegeta woke up and tried to focus his eyes to the
dimness of the room. He suddenly realized that
someone else was there.
He tilted his head back and realized that he was in
someone's arms. Her arms. She was propped up on
his bed with him cradled in her arms.
He finally realized that there was definitely
something up with these dreams. First her in the
shower and now a much more vivid dream...
What did it mean?! Why was she haunting first
his days and now his nights? Could it be that
there was something special about this woman?
He didn't get a chance to figure it out because he
unknowingly drifted back into a peaceful dreamless
sleep...
The next morning...
Bulma woke up and checked to see if Vegeta had
woken up as well. Seeing that he was still asleep,
she carefully and gently lifted him off of her and
got up, placing him lovingly back down on the
pillow.
She looked at him for a minute seeing how
peaceful he looked despite his numerous injuries. It
had been very close. She was sure that they were
going to loose a couple of times. But in the end, he
had turned out stable.
Once she had heard that he was going to be
alright, she had, as if by instinct, climbed up on the
bed with him and curled herself around the
Saiyajin Prince.
She didn't know why exactly that had come to her
to do that, he just looked like he needed it
somehow.
She smiled again and decided that she would go
downstairs and get something to eat for herself.
She also decided to bring up something for Vegeta
as well and see if she could get him to wake up.
And with one last glance at the snoozing Saiyajin,
she headed out of the room...