Bulma's Life.....Like It Is! And What It Once Was......
Chapter 53: Fire and Ice

Her eyes even were the *color* of ice. His own eyes reflected an element of his own, fire.

 

I floated there, thinking. Maybe things were looking up. I shook the nasty, evil thought out. Yeah, right! If anything, they were worse! I was presently being chased by Saiyans, I didn't know about Goku, I had hurt Vegeta, and the whole planet was experiencing a takeover. That was a really, really sick thought!

"Bulma, please, tell me something about how they know you!" Moira pleaded. I couldn't blame her. If I had been her, I would be begging to know! I was surprised she had held that long!

"Moira, I...I just can't. If you know too much than they can take you, and, and they can torture you to get it out! You don't understand..." I looked away from her hurt gaze, I felt horrible after promising myself I would tell her *something*.

"Oh...I-I see," She said, sounding disappointed. I didn't blame her, but I felt so, so mean. I had to tell her...about Vegeta, and how we used to be.

"Moira, I will tell you something, but just don't ever, *ever* give any clues telling that you know it, k?" I said, and gave her a serious look. "No playing around here, Moira."

She nodded and looked at me intently. I could practically *see* her longing to *know*.

"Well, when I was six years old, the Saiyans came to Capsule Corporations, to take over, to steal children for their own purposes....." I went off into my life story, even though I never intended on telling her more than that sentence held. But she looked so eager, so naive that I just *had* to!

When I finished, her eyes were bright and teary. She probably had no concept of how terribly excruciating really experiencing it all had been, and never would, I hoped. I looked once again at my cool blue reflection, eyes downcast and heart empty.

"Oh, Bulma, I had no idea! I am so sorry," She said softly and looked away, the tension between us heart-breaking. Now we both really knew how different we were, how unseemingly different from how we looked, though Moira *did* believe I looked Saiyan.

"It's OK, besides, what can we do? It already happened," I said, and sank under the cool water. I surfaced and smiled. "How about we go and wash off all this chlorine? I can practically feel my hair drying out."

"No, I *know* that mine is frizzing out!" Moira laughed, and we jogged back to 'our' room, laughing, some of the weight on our shoulders disappeared, and our friendship renewed.

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By the end of the day, we were exhausted, and fell asleep almost immediatly. But we didn't sleep for long, or at least *I* didn't.

I was awaken by a piercing scream, a long one if it hadn't been muffled suddenly by something. I recognized the voice, Moira! I slipped out of bed, suddenly aware that I was in my bathing suit. No time for modesty now, I thought, and crept to the door that seperated our rooms.

I could hear someone whispering for Moira to shut up, and also her muffled screaming. It was almost funny how she could stay so in tune to her normal personality. I moved the door slowly forward, but my hand was ripped from the knob by a gloved hand. I screamed and the person laughed a booming laugh that I recognized. Nappa! I screamed again, and saw Moira being held by Raditz, who was smiling his ugly, cruel smile.

"Well, we meet again, Ms. Briefs," Nappa said, and motioned to Raditz, who opened the large window beside Moira's bed. He powered up and flew out the window, carrying a frightened and screaming Moira. I called for her, and Nappa followed Raditz.

We flew to one of the many business buildings in Chicago, and they went on alert as soon as they dragged us in it. Moira looked ready to faint, and she was screaming, despite Raditz's attempts to shut her up. I remained in an angry silence, glaring at whoever met my gaze. There were many Saiyans hurrying around, and I guessed that this was where they had decided to stake out.

We entered the main room in this large building, and I saw what I had been dreading. Vegeta was yelling at an assembly of guards, all of whom looked ready to piss themselves.

He heard Nappa and Raditz stumble in, thanks to my brilliant tripping skills, and scowled.

"I believe I sent you to destroy the central part of this city, fools!" He yelled, eyes reflecting fire. He saw us and looked smug. "Good work, dumbasses, you brought the trouble to us."

I glared at him, and he smirked. "Well, sorry to ruin your escape plans, but I recall you saying that you wouldn't run away. Now, I can't believe that you turned out to be such a little liar, but then again, you always were," He snarled, and glared at Moira. "Who the hell is that?"

Raditz, who looked scared, cleared his throat. "Just someone we found tagging along with her, Your Majesty," He said, and Moira tried to squirm away from his grasp.

"Leave her alone!" I exclaimed, and they all turned to look at me. Nappa released me, and I advanced on Vegeta. "If you leave her be, I will not run away!"

He hiked an eyebrow and pulled me aside. I could see Moira look scared and shocked, and I looked away from her glance.

"I have to have your word on that, I don't know to trust *you* anymore," Vegeta warned, crossing his arms. "I don't even know why you pick up such weak little pussies to accompany you."

I slapped him, and he grabbed my arm, hard. I cried out and he pinned me to the wall, knocking my breath away.

"I remember your little attempt at injury back there, and I have the mark to proove it, don't push me over the edge," He growled, his voice low.

I sneered and spat on his face, my eyes hard. I knew that I had made a terrible mistake as soon as I did it, and he flew back, stunned and angry. I slid to the ground, and looked up at him in fear. I was sure that he would kill me then, his eyes were blazing, and his mouth was twisted into a brutally dangerous scowl.

I could hear Moira scream my name, and I tried to look back at her, but Vegeta had picked me up by then and slammed me up against the wall, above the ground so I was hanging. I screamed and clawed at his hands, which were around my throat.

"Don't! Let me go, you are going to kill me!" I choked, trying to get my breath. I saw that his eyes were angry and hard, but filled with tears. He wasn't sure whether he was mad or whether to let me go, and I prayed that he would make up his mind before he killed me.

I choked, and I could feel the bile rise in my throat and my face go red. His eyes were still steady, but water was spilling over now, and I felt my own eyes let loose tears. Moira was screaming and crying bloody murder now, and I clawed feebly at his hands, until he dropped me.

I fell to the ground, crying and coughing. I looked up at him, and tried to make words, but couldn't get enough breath. He looked away and knelt down, to face me. I fell away, tripping and falling on my side, coughs racking my body.

He put a hand to my throat, where he had drawn blood, and I felt him try to heal me. Bizarre feelings started to form in my mind, ones that weren't my own. I realized that they were *his*, and my jaw dropped. I felt his great confusion over me, and his anger at everyone else. He desperatly wanted Earth, but wasn't sure if he wanted to cross me. So much of this revolved around *me*, and when I realized this, I felt his shock at my own feelings that he could sense now. He pulled away and retreated from the room.

I lay down on the floor, breathing hard. My throat felt less damaged, and my breath was coming rapidly back. Moira appeared above me, and I felt her stroke my face, crying my name, before the guards pulled her away.

I sat up, holding a hand to my chest. The guards that Vegeta had been yelling at were gone, and only Nappa and Raditz remained in the room. Nappa grabbed me, and I let out a weak scream.

They pulled us to a large, empty room, and locked the door behind them. This was our prison, I guessed. As soon as I they left, Moira rushed to my side.

"I thought that he had killed you, and then you were both on the floor, and I saw it, oh dear *Kami* I saw tears in *both* your eyes! Something is going on between you two Bulma, and even *you* know it!" She managed to get this all out in one excited breath.

I shook my head and coughed. "What the hell are you talking about? He almost killed me back there!" I protested, and felt my throat, the tender skin healed.

"But Bulma, he stopped," Moira said softly, and went to lay down on a rug. "I am tired, and I think that you had best sleep too, if you are to do anything tomorrow about all of this!" She closed her eyes and so did I, but I didn't go to sleep right away.

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Well, this is more of a good chapter than I have recently written, if I do say so myself! =^_^= Well, ja ne!! Oh and thanx for all the coolies mail!! Teehee, I am glad that my pathetic pleas for help worked!!!

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