Interesting4

Innocence glimmered from the child. The last of her kind, and if bad luck finds its way, she will be the last to die. Bulma held tightly to the child’s hand as if it were herself. She felt the tighter she held the hand, the longer she would live. Her hart sank as she stared at the child’s naiveté, she was jealous at her disregard for her people’s demise. *If I could have given the same reaction when I was taken from my home, I’d be a better a person.* Through the mazed halls they walked in silence with Bulma pondering about her destiny to come. *If I can just find a way to let this child live just a little bit longer, I would be so grateful.*

The girl had dark purple eyes that matched the shade of her purple hair. It fell down to her mid back and waved excitedly as they marched towards the room. Her right hand was covered in a sort of design which contained a series of swirls, flowers, and in the center a diamond embedded into her skin. It reminded Bulma of a mehndi (an Indian tradition of putting a temporary tattoo on your hand before holidays or special occasions.) The child wore a tight black shirt and tight black pants with a type of short kimono around it that was purple and white. Her face wasn’t frightened or contained even any sort of fear. Her eyes sparkled in the florescent lights and almost put Bulma’s eyes to shame. She seemed content with the situation she had been put in and diligently allowed Bulma to drag her through the twisting halls. It was after a few short moments that the girl looked up to Bulma, “Where are you taking me?”

Bulma looked down pitifully, “To my room.”

The girl stared at her in depth, as if reading her soul. “You share the room with that mean man, don’t you?”

Bulma stared in wonder at the child. *How did she know that?* She rested her attention back on the girl, “Yes, how could you tell?”

The girl looked at her as if she knew everything anyone would ever have to know. “I saw it in your eyes.”

Bulma opened her mouth and made an attempt to talk but shut her mouth and walked some more. “You saw it in my eyes?” Bulma asked after a moment of silence.

The girl looked back at Bulma, “It’s my gift, I read peopwe’s eyes.”

Bulma searched the girls facial feature but found nothing that could tell her anything. “What is your name?”

“Iris.” They said nothing more until they reached the room.

“I’m Bulma.” She wrapped her hand around the door knob twisting it with slow anticipation. Worried that Vegeta might be hiding in the room Bulma searched the room with her eyes and gently tugged Iris into her room. “Just make yourself at home.” Iris stared into Bulma’s eyes and shook her head in shame and looked down in innocent disgust.

Bulma paced slowly around the room. What was she going to do with Iris? This innocent little girl had escaped the fate of her people, but Bulma worried that she might have to suffer a worse fate. *With Vegeta’s anger… her life is short.* Bulma felt a frightening chill claw at her back as she thought of the purple haired girl being killed by the angry prince.

Vegeta’s foot pounded against the tiled floor as he made his way down the corridor. Bulma had stolen his joy of explosions and left an empty feeling in his heart. His feelings seemed to be eating at each other giving him mixed signals. Did he even feel anything? Or was his heart too cold and proud to even except such feelings. Confused in a mass of bewilderment, his mind rung with doubted emotions that he growled in distaste. He continued to stalk the halls walking obliviously to his room. He had an urge to show the woman that she had no right to burden his time of glory with her sadness and longing of her home. Vegeta denied this maudlin feeling he was gaining and needed to either release his anger or kill the distraction. In a silent demeanor he made his way towards his chamber unknown of the purple haired girl from Xyart.

The unusual silence pounded in their ears. Their heartbeats banged against their chest in the uncomfortable stillness. Bulma stared awkwardly at the young girl who was named Iris; and as for Iris, she traced the design on her hand with her left hand slowly causing an eerie glow to radiate from the diamond. Iris’s eyes sparkled from the glow of the diamond as she continued to trace the lovely jewel. Bulma did nothing but stare at the strange scene, her mouth opened in a soundless gasp. It wasn’t until the glow died down and Iris paused in her tracing that she looked up at Bulma. Staring into her ocean eyes she searched with her purple eyes, “I was just trying to see if any of my people survived. Besides those who had left the planet long ago, no one survived.”

Bulma looked at her with hopelessness, “I’m sorry.”

Iris stared back at her hand, “Don’t be, it was destined for my world to die.”

“But…”

“I know what you’re going to say. I know you created the laser that passed by all our sensors unnoticed and pierced the heart of the planet, I know that.”

“How?” Bulma questioned.

“I told you, I read eyes.”

Iris jumped up from the bed and ran over to Bulma staring up at her with her purple eyes, “That man is coming.”

Bulma stared at Iris in a confusing gape, “How can you tell.”

Iris narrowed her eyes at Bulma, “You can never forget a destroyer.”

Bulma pondered about those words. Was that what she thought Vegeta was? A destroyer? She knew he had some lust for blood and battle and a dark side that overshadowed any feelings or emotions he had once had at birth, but was he a destroyer? Freeza was a destroyer. He had an undying urge to control the universe by creating false friendships. But Vegeta… Bulma shook her head, perhaps she did know what Iris meant when she said destroyer. Vegeta had destroyed her pride.

Vegeta growled in defiance to the breeze from the vents that blew through his unruly saiyan hair. His feet scratched the floor as he reached his chamber door. His hand had barely touched the door knob when a power level popped up in his scouter. His tail twitched in incredulity. He punched the button of his scouter again in disbelief and it confirmed, once again, of a person with a power level. Bulma didn’t have a power level so he was sure it wasn’t her. Vegeta stepped forward and opened the door to see a young girl with purple hair and eyes and Bulma, who stood motherly behind the child. Vegeta stared at the girl, “Who the hell is this?”

Bulma looked down at Iris who stared continuously into Vegeta’s eyes, reading all she could. “She is a stole-away from the planet Xyart.”

Vegeta’s eyes widened for a moment before regaining his predictable scowl, “Who is she?” he asked never once removing his eyes from Iris’s purple depths.

“Her name is Iris.”

Bulma stood in impassive fear as Vegeta seemed to growl angrily as the child deepened her look into the prince’s eye. “What are you staring at brat?!”

Iris angered her invisible hold on Vegeta, “Why are you so angry?”

Vegeta almost placed a confused look on his face but held it back. “What do you mean angry! I’m angry because you sneaked onto my ship, that is why I’m pissed!”

Iris shook her head no and walked a little closer to Vegeta. Her eyes never left his and his never left hers. Vegeta, almost for the first time in his life, was scared of what she was saying. What could she see and what could she read and analyze that he couldn’t? *Where is she getting this crap? Why do I fell that it is… that it is true.* Iris raised her right hand and tried to place it on his heart. Vegeta stepped back so he was out of her reach. “What the hell do you think you’re doing!”

Iris didn’t smile but kept an indifferent face in place, “You, you are so confused, but why? There is something you don’t understand or don’t want to understand.”

Vegeta shook his head, “What… What are you talking about!” He felt fear as the girl diagnosed him. His raven eyes could not pull themselves away from her purple eyes.

“Oh… I see.”

“What… What the fuck are you talking about!?”

Iris raised her right hand again to place it on his heart. Vegeta seemed frozen in his place though he denied it to himself, saying that he was just amusing the little twerp. Iris closed her eyes as the diamond touched his chest. It glowed miraculously against his musceled chest as she read his feelings. She pulled her hand back and traced the lines on her hand, the lines swirling again. The diamond again shone as she hummed a soft lullaby song. Her eyes opened as she stared into the jewel studying Vegeta’s soul. She looked up with her purple eyes, “I’m sorry.”

Vegeta snarled, “Sorry for what!”

“I’m sorry you are confused about your feewings. I’m sorry that you can’t admit them or even show them. I’m sorry of the hard wife you wived. You feew great pain and you keep it bottwed up inside.”

Vegeta shook his head, not only in her lack of pronunciation of her “L’s” but of what she had just declared to him, “I know nothing of the sort!”

Iris stared at him and then turned to face Bulma who had been watching the two for quite sometime. “What he feews is about you.” Iris said this in almost a confused tone. She wasn’t sure how a monster like him could feel anything for a kind woman like Bulma. Bulma stared blankly at Iris then changed her view onto Vegeta. Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest and walked up to Iris.

“You little wench.” Vegeta sneered between his teeth as he grabbed her by the neck and shook her violently. Iris did nothing but raise her hand and the diamond began to glow forcing Vegeta to drop her down from his deathly grip. Bulma rushed up and hugged Iris who stared back into Vegeta’s eyes. “Damn you! What the hell are you trying to do to me! LEAVE!”

Iris stood up and brushed off her clothes and turned to Bulma. “I’m going to weave for a wittle bit. Be carefuw, he is dangerous.”

Bulma was about to protest but Iris shook her head and left out the door looking back once at Vegeta. She was a child, but a smart one who knew how to take care of herself. Her gift of reading eyes and the power of her right hand helped her live in life and she understood many things that most people would think she couldn’t at her age.

Vegeta stared at Bulma as she did to him. He was still entranced by her beauty each time he looked at her. Still fell an urge to touch her each time her saw her body. Felt the need to run his fingers through her hair and kiss her sweet sweet lips. Vegeta’s tail swayed to and fro as he walked slowly to Bulma. He was only inches apart from her but it still felt like miles. *What am I doing?* wondered Vegeta.

Bulma looked into his onyx eyes as he stalked up to her. Her feelings had just been as confusing as his own and her life that had been taken away from her seemed to revisit her when she was with him. But Bulma didn’t love Vegeta, not the way he was. She wasn’t stupid and she knew that Vegeta wanted to kill her because he wasn’t sure how to react towards his feelings. No, she didn’t love him, and by the time he realized how to cope with such emotions, it would be too late.

Vegeta reached his hand out to brush a strand of hair that had floated to her face away only to see her head move away from his touch. Vegeta appeared to be puzzled for a moment as he watched her reaction but tried to ignore it as he reached for her face, but still she moved away. Gaining his violent nature back he grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall. “Damn it woman! What the hell is up with you?!” Vegeta felt the need to be with her though he kept trying to convince himself that he needed no one but himself. He caught a hold of her face and tried to gently rub her face only to feel her cringe beneath her touch. “Onna! What is wrong?!”

Bulma shook her head in a silent protest, “Was what she said true?!”

Vegeta looked back at her, “What was true?!”

“That you were confused because of me.” Her bluntness shocked the prince.

“I knew nothing of what she was talking about.”

Bulma shook her head. She had almost wished it was true though she always knew he could never admit the love or emotions she needed. “Let go of me Vegeta.”

Vegeta smirked thinking she was playing a game with him as he pulled her closer to him, “No…” He kissed her only to find that she would not respond to his kiss. He tried to kiss her again but again to feel nothing. “Why don’t you kiss me?!”

Bulma looked away, “Just go away!”

Vegeta shook his head, “I will not, you are mine. I’ve made that very clear to you before. You are mine and the mark proves it. Stop denying what you know already to be true.” Vegeta growled as he held her still.

“Vegeta let go!” She tried to knee him only for him to block it easily. Bulma could feel the tears well up in her eyes. The whole time all she wanted was to go back home, but instead she was forced to work for a lizard and have sex with a monkey. Her tears began to run down her face as she whispered hopeless wishes under her breath and Vegeta held her tightly under his horrid grip as he watched her cry beneath him. *Why is she crying???*

“God damn it! What the fuck are you crying about?!”

Bulma’s eyes stared at him as they dripped streams down her face. “Vegeta, I will ask you one more time, let me go!”

Vegeta grabbed her by the neck and pushed her against the wall stealing her breath from her. “Kuso! You are mine and don’t deny it! You know you want me!” Vegeta held a sadistic smile on his face as he spoke his words he felt were so superior than one’s life. “If you don’t want me then die!”

Vegeta raised his hand and formed a small ki beam and pointed to her head. He was finally tired of playing his game of cat and mouse with her and he felt it was time to throw away the trash. Bulma tried to struggle, she knew if the ki beam didn’t hit her she would soon die of suffocation. Time moved in slow-motion as her life began to play through her head. Her tears no longer mattered as the fell onto her murder’s glove. Yet a bright beam of light engulfed Vegeta and threw him against the wall. Vegeta growled as he stood back up in a fighting stance to see Iris holding her right hand in front of her and a force field fell around her and Bulma. Struggling for breath Bulma coughed and looked up at Iris whose hair flew in some invisible wind. Iris stood with a determined look on her face, determined to save her savior.

“He wants to hurt you!” Iris yelled over the howling of her power. She held her hand steady as Vegeta stared daggers at her. *How dare she intervene! I will kill that runt for doing what she has done!*

“Bitch! I will kill you!” Iris said nothing but held her hand out, the design curling and crawling on her hand. The diamond shown brilliantly holding the shield around them. Vegeta stepped forward and began sending blast after blast towards the child, but she stood defiantly against his wrath.

Iris could feel the shield breaking down but she still tried to hold her rigid stature. Bulma walked over to Iris, “Why does he want to kill me???”

Iris looked over her shoulder, a child still, but a savior yes. “He thinks that you are a distraction and must be disposed of.”

Bulma shook her head in disbelief, “I don’t understand!”

Iris nodded, “Neither does he. Wook, the shiewd is starting to fall apart and it won’t be wong. When the wast bwast hits I want you to jump to the side with me and dodge it.” Bulma nodded at the child’s plan and waited for her escape of death to happen.

Vegeta’s mind was held in total confusion. *I want to kill them both. Neither mean anything to me. Bulma, the stupid kid, no one. I don’t need anyone!* Vegeta shot blast after blast and began to see the shield fading. He created a smaller blast in order to pierce the girl directly in her heart. Soon, he felt, it was going to be his last shot. *Nothing matters to me.* He looked at Iris and Bulma both with empty eyes as he shot his last beam out of his finger. It broke through the shield this time but before it hit Iris she dodged it expecting Bulma to do the same. But Bulma didn’t move, she stood steadfast in her place as she saw the beam move closer to her. A scream didn’t even escape her throat as the beam hit her right by the heart. She fell to her knees in agony as she placed her hands over the wound. Mesmerized by her own blood, she didn’t see the shocked look that fell on Vegeta’s face. *What did I do… What did I just do?* Vegeta stood in his place as he watched Bulma finger her blood until her own blue eyes stared at Vegeta questioning him why with her blue depths. Vegeta felt compelled to make her feel better as he came up to her right before she fell down. Catching her in his arms he passed his fingers through her blue curls as tears fell uselessly onto her killer’s legs.

Vegeta stared down at his property as she began to gasp for air as she could slowly feel blood enter her throat. “Bulma I…” Vegeta was finally at a lost for words as he could feel her life force leaving her.

Bulma tried to look up at him as he held her softly, “Wish me… <cough cough> dragon balls… <cough cough> I’m sorry.” Her words were caught in her throat as she tried to tell him that he could wish her back by the dragon balls on earth. Vegeta said nothing but repeated that this was just a dream over and over in his head. Bulma’s coughing finally stopped and her eye finally went dry but the last tear the trickled from her eye. Her hold on Vegeta finally loosened on him as she died, free at last. Vegeta disbelieved everything. He had meant to kill the girl, not Bulma. No… He just wanted to scare her not kill her. *What the hell did I do? She wasn’t supposed to die, she can’t die.* Vegeta rested his head on Bulma’s head as he wished he could shed tears, though his pride would never let him.

Iris stepped out of the shadows staring at Vegeta as he caressed his loved one. She stared at him wondering how a monster like him could actually feel sorrow. “I hate you,” she spoke abruptly.

Vegeta looked up at her with saddened eyes no longer caring the emotion he showed, “Leave me alone.”

“You could, ya know? You can wish her back.”

Vegeta didn’t ask how. He knew what she was talking about. She meant the dragon balls. He could wish her back and go on with his life as he did before. He ran his fingers through Bulma’s dead hair silently hoping she would just get up. Yes, he could go to earth and find the dragon balls and wish her back, but then again, why would he? He held her closer to him placing his mouth by her ear, “I’m sorry.”

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The end. ~: ) Well there is my story Interesting. I know it lost its touch in humor, but I think I’m better at this drama stuff. Heehee. Any ways, sequel or not? You tell me, ya’ll are the one’s reading it. Well thank you to those who read it and reviewed it and liked it. This story was for you. Well, watch for my other stories! I have some ideas floating around. Ja ne!

~*~Laura~*~