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Darkest Days	By : Hecate Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 1677 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Darkest Days

A/n- thanks for the reviews everyone, they mean a lot to me! ^_^

Warnings � Violence, mild Language, Blood

Disclaimer- I do not claim to own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters.

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She then turned her anger towards my Prince.

�And you! Don�t I mean anything to you? I thought this time would be different, I thought � I�

She leant against the counter clutching her rounded stomach, quietly sobbing and muttering incoherent words.

Finally she spoke: �Get out!� Her voice was a hushed whisper. Vegeta attempted to put an arm on her shoulder, whether it was to comfort her or to get her attention, I don't know.
�B�Bulma.� I don�t think he could have said anything else if he tried.

�I said get out, get out, get out, GET OUT!�

xxxxx

Getting up had been a struggle today, I had spent the majority of the night awake; balancing on the edge of the bed. Just because he touched me, draped his arm over me whilst he slept; all because of that fear that he would do what he did again. Even though a month has past and nothing has happened.

I got up and headed towards the shower, but stopped suddenly to look at him. He was just standing by the bed, looking at me with no clear expression.

I had slept in; it was late in the morning, and I had the most uneasy feeling that he had been watching me for a while.

Quickly I rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door shut, shutting out the vacant face; he almost reminded me of Broly with that mindless stare.

I showered and changed taking my time, I was hoping thatwoulwould have gone by the time I emerged.

As if answering my silent prayers, the soft fragrance of cooking food assaulted my senses, a smell that would have been pleasant if I had my appetite.

And feeling a little safer I exited the bathroom. I immediately pulled on my boots, walking around the house barefoot was far too comfortable, something I couldn�t allow myself to feel; with him.

Wondering the spacious room I crouched down and inspected the wooden bookshelf that had caught my eye upon arrival to the house. The shelving looked handcrafted, handsome; experienced hands had made this.

I recognised none of the books, but then again I am not much of a reader. I found it very unlikely though that any of these titles belonged to Kakarot, they were ranging from fiction to poetry; even some cookbooks were amidst in the collection.

I slid a hardback starry covered book from the assortment, my curiosity getting the best of me, an �astronomical� book. When working for Frieza we were given access to data on a planet through our scouters; from size, environment, and populace. It seemed odd to me that this book was created by a race who had no real knowledge of they�re solar system, to explain the wonders of the universe.

The book was placed back in its rightful place and I searched again for something worth my time on the shelf, I let my fingers trail the spine of a tall leather tome, the edges were worn and a little tattered.

I slowly pulled it from the other books but halted halfway. I stood and turned quickly, and just as I had suspected �he� was there, frowning softly.

�It�s a family album Goten and Gohan made for me, when I came back� jus� before Buu.�

I didn�t comment.

He walked towards me, coming so close I almost flinched. Then bending slightly he pushed the book back to where it was. Straightening he gave me a little smile; �Lunch is ready.�

He walks away expecting me to follow, but instead I glared daggers at his back. If I wanted �lunch� I would have made it myself!

I ponder remaining with the books, with the �family album�, but decide against it, I decide against fuelling his temper. I head in his direction.

I glare at him as he places a huge platter of grilled fish and vegetables in front of me; he sits down on the opposite side of the table and begins to dig into his own meal.

I fold my arms over my chest obdurately, refusing to eat the meal.
�Come on Vegeta, you may as well stop being stubborn and just eat unless you want me to feed you.�
And he does that all the time, taunting me with threats of doing anything remotely intimate; because he knows my fear.

Finally having enough I take hold of the plate and smash it against the wall, earning a surprised look from him, I then stand and sneer at him.

�Making me food is not going to make me want you Kakarot, building a house for us to live in is not going to make me want you, so you have to understand that all your efforts this past month have been futile. NOTHING you do will make me want you and you know why?...�

I paused for a brief moment enjoying the hurt questioning look that crossed his face, �because I hate you!, you took away everything that was going right in my life, you third class clown, your not fit to lick my bo��

The wind is knocked out of me as I am kneed in the gut, bringing me to my knees; he was so fast I didn�t see him coming. He has already transformed to super saiyan.

�Third class clown am I!� he roars in a deadly tone I have never heard him use before. He kicks me hard in the face and I know my nose is broken, the blow sends me sprawled out on my back and he climbs over me, knees either side of me, and grabs my hair with both hands painfully.

�I�ve been nothing but loving to you this last month while you�ve done nothing but piss and moan�
Whilst saying this he repeatedly bashes my skull into the floor making my vision and hearing fade.

�You haven�t even tried to love me have you?
You ungrateful little shit!�

I look into his eyes before my vision completely fades, I am beginning to feel cold, one last thought passes through my mind while looking into those fiery orbs, �he�s insane!�

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Chi-chi was being scarily nice when she came over today, she talked with me for a little while asking me how my studies were going and when I was going to visit Goten again and then talked to mum about baby �stuff� , she even made lunch for us! Her and mum went shopping a while later to my great relief, the coddling was beginning to get irritating.

Chi-chi�s helped a lot over the last month especially with mum, but I guess that�s because they were affected the most, and I supposed because she�s managed to raise her children practically by herself so she is experienced. It was a shock to all of us.

Who would have thought, dad and Goku, I always thought dad hated Goku but I guess appearances can be deceptive.
No ones seen hide nor hair of them since they left to live with each other, I�m almost glad for that, I don�t know what I�ll say to either of them.

I make my towards the living area, I�ve decided to take a break before resuming with my studying. All this thinking about dad and Goku is distracting.

There�s a sudden flash before me and I crash into something hard, I look up from my now lying down position and I am confronted by the sight of a extremely panicked looking Goku cradling my fathers lifeless body; drenched in blood.

�Goku what�s goi��

�I need a senzu bean now!�

His voice is just as panicked if not more as the look on his face, silence hangs eerily in the air. I am hypnotized by the large amounts blood dripping rapidly on the plush carpet. I finally snap out of my trance and try to recover my voice.

�T�there�s none left, I� I don�t kn��

I only now notice that the room is empty, the only trace of them ever being here is the large puddle of blood now soaking into the carpet, I lay there unable to move, staring as the dark red slowly gets absorbed.

�Daddy?�

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Sorry I am taking my time, but I am working on my other fics (and my life *sighs*).
Anyways this chap was mega-modified, I�m hoping to finish this fic soon. ^_^

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