She’d dreamt it a thousand times over, the same morbid scene she’d seen with her own two eyes, one she’d actually lived through despite the odds. It was the day of her wedding.
Before her were her family and friends, all crowded into the tiny church that Sunday afternoon to watch the union between one of Japan’s elite Masters of the Art and the Red Ribbon’s prized trainer. All in attendance fawned over the bride-to-be, watching her nervous shuffle down the narrow aisle towards the man that would soon become her husband, and the father of the child nestled secretly within her womb. Nobody knew this secret, only she and the tiny soul were the only ones aware of the changes going on inside her body.
Her hand moved unconsciously down to caress the tiny swelling of her stomach, wondering about tonight when she would break the news to her beloved. She’d had it all planned: when they shipped off to Vegetasei for their honeymoon, tonight, whilst they dined, she would tell him the delicious story of how their lives would once again be changed by the new life forming inside of her.
Tonight, it was more than just another chapter in their book, it was a new beginning for all three of them.
The scene melted into darkness, the walls of the church narrowed, became higher, more ominous; the once white stucco of its finish transitioned into black marble, recesses carving into it, a mysterious red glow filling the hollow spaces. She was in a corridor that went on forever, all alone save for the dull, lifeless eyes that peered back from her from the relief. She couldn’t place the faces, they were all quickly forgotten as she advanced down the hallway.
”Hey!” the hollow voice echoed down the hallway, ”Hey!! How’d you get in here?”
Scanning the area as far as the ambient light would allow her, Violet tried to find where the voice had come from. It certainly hadn’t come from her. Male, definitely male.
”Get out of here! You don’t belong in here!” the distorted voice boomed.
Her footsteps were like the tinkling of change as they reverberated off of the thick walls. Moving further down the corridor, she searched for the owner of that voice. She was met, however, by a barricade of solid steel. Blocked. It hadn’t been there a few moments before.
”I told you once to leave, now leave!”
“Who are you? I’ve never heard you in here before.” Her fingers touched the impenetrable steel, the shininess marred by deep gashes and scrapes, in some parts, a dark red liquid seeped from the ‘wounds’, falling in heavy drops to the marble floor. She touched the liquid, still warm, but not really fresh. These were old wounds.
”Of course you haven’t. This isn’t even your dream, or your mind that you’re in right now.” the masculine voice replied coldly. ”Go back to where you belong, and stay the fuck out of my head.”
It came to her like a slap across the face. “…Bardock?”
“It took you this long to figure it out?” Stepping from within the steel, the familiar form of her Saiyan protector came forth, a look of pure vehemence painted across his stark features. His hands were whole, unbroken as they clenched at his sides, his muscles working as they tried desperately to control the pent up rage threatening to spill from him.
“How…how did I get in here?” she asked softly, her eyes wavering beneath his icy glare. If this was his mind, then how in the hell did she get here? Was there a way out?
“Beats me, but you need to leave. You don’t need to know what lies behind these walls.”
“But I want to know, Bar. I want to know you. Please, please let me in.” she was suddenly there, mere inches from his menacing form. His breath was hot as it stirred the wispy hairs across her forehead. One hand reached up to touch the firm angle of his jaw, the tips of her delicate fingers slid along the angular plane, her palm finally resting to cup the side of his face. She drew his face downwards towards hers, her eyes locked onto his. “Please?”
His breathing was hard and ragged as he looked down at the pleading in her eyes. She was so close, the gentleness in which she touched him made him wonder if this was truly real, or if it was all illusion. Only one way to find out.
Unclenching his fists, he clutched onto her hips and smashed her skinny frame against his larger one, his body one line of fire as her skin touched his in the most personal of ways, she’d come the closest any other living being had ever been to him, and right now, all he wanted was to feel her against him, whispering his name in the silken purr of hers once again. An illusion couldn’t feel this good, could it?
Reveling in his closeness, even if he didn’t answer her plea, seemed to satisfy the young woman more than anything. Her hand fell away from his face, trailing downwards along his breastplate to rest at the hem of his pants. Her hand slid beneath the bottom of his shirt, caressing the sensitive skin that laid below, her fingertips like electrodes as they set electrical impulses riding through his body. In one fiery move, his lips crushed hers, locked into an embrace only two beings like they could do. It felt wonderful, his touch made her feel as if something deep within her snapped back into place, completing the puzzle that he’d strewn across the floor of her soul.
His lips trailed down her neck, locking onto the frantic pulsebeat just above her collarbone. Teeth skimmed that tender skin, his tongue flitting out to taste the sweetness of her flesh. A soft sigh escaped her lips as her head fell backwards, the long spill of her hair tumbling down her back. Suddenly, he pulled back, his eyes wide with wonder. “This isn’t real;” he whispered, voice shaken. “This isn’t real!”
She was drugged by the still warm touch of his lips as he broke the contact between them. The wall melted away, and she was back into the safe harbors of her own mind. His image faded away as she slowly regained consciousness, eyes flickering open just as the soft grey light of dawn infiltrated the small building. He was still there, deep in his realm of sleep, oblivious to where her mind had taken her.
Laying there in the newborn rays of light, Violet remained silent, her head propped onto the curve of her arm, listening to each intake of breath he took. It was hard to stomach, but during the course of this game, something had happened. She feared what this new feeling was, knowing that it could only end up one way, and she just couldn’t allow that to happen. He was a solitary warrior, with no need of more baggage added to his already towering leviathan of problems.
She wanted him, oh so bad, but she just couldn’t allow it. She didn’t want to be hurt again, and with someone like him, it was almost a guarantee that somewhere down the line, it would happen, and she just wasn’t sure her heart could take the trauma of yet another failed relationship.
She would remain, however, she would fight these feelings until there was nothing left within her tiny body to keep going. After all, what good was this feeling if it wasn’t returned? There was no name for it, so she just kept her mouth shut and waited for sunrise.
Before her were her family and friends, all crowded into the tiny church that Sunday afternoon to watch the union between one of Japan’s elite Masters of the Art and the Red Ribbon’s prized trainer. All in attendance fawned over the bride-to-be, watching her nervous shuffle down the narrow aisle towards the man that would soon become her husband, and the father of the child nestled secretly within her womb. Nobody knew this secret, only she and the tiny soul were the only ones aware of the changes going on inside her body.
Her hand moved unconsciously down to caress the tiny swelling of her stomach, wondering about tonight when she would break the news to her beloved. She’d had it all planned: when they shipped off to Vegetasei for their honeymoon, tonight, whilst they dined, she would tell him the delicious story of how their lives would once again be changed by the new life forming inside of her.
Tonight, it was more than just another chapter in their book, it was a new beginning for all three of them.
The scene melted into darkness, the walls of the church narrowed, became higher, more ominous; the once white stucco of its finish transitioned into black marble, recesses carving into it, a mysterious red glow filling the hollow spaces. She was in a corridor that went on forever, all alone save for the dull, lifeless eyes that peered back from her from the relief. She couldn’t place the faces, they were all quickly forgotten as she advanced down the hallway.
”Hey!” the hollow voice echoed down the hallway, ”Hey!! How’d you get in here?”
Scanning the area as far as the ambient light would allow her, Violet tried to find where the voice had come from. It certainly hadn’t come from her. Male, definitely male.
”Get out of here! You don’t belong in here!” the distorted voice boomed.
Her footsteps were like the tinkling of change as they reverberated off of the thick walls. Moving further down the corridor, she searched for the owner of that voice. She was met, however, by a barricade of solid steel. Blocked. It hadn’t been there a few moments before.
”I told you once to leave, now leave!”
“Who are you? I’ve never heard you in here before.” Her fingers touched the impenetrable steel, the shininess marred by deep gashes and scrapes, in some parts, a dark red liquid seeped from the ‘wounds’, falling in heavy drops to the marble floor. She touched the liquid, still warm, but not really fresh. These were old wounds.
”Of course you haven’t. This isn’t even your dream, or your mind that you’re in right now.” the masculine voice replied coldly. ”Go back to where you belong, and stay the fuck out of my head.”
It came to her like a slap across the face. “…Bardock?”
“It took you this long to figure it out?” Stepping from within the steel, the familiar form of her Saiyan protector came forth, a look of pure vehemence painted across his stark features. His hands were whole, unbroken as they clenched at his sides, his muscles working as they tried desperately to control the pent up rage threatening to spill from him.
“How…how did I get in here?” she asked softly, her eyes wavering beneath his icy glare. If this was his mind, then how in the hell did she get here? Was there a way out?
“Beats me, but you need to leave. You don’t need to know what lies behind these walls.”
“But I want to know, Bar. I want to know you. Please, please let me in.” she was suddenly there, mere inches from his menacing form. His breath was hot as it stirred the wispy hairs across her forehead. One hand reached up to touch the firm angle of his jaw, the tips of her delicate fingers slid along the angular plane, her palm finally resting to cup the side of his face. She drew his face downwards towards hers, her eyes locked onto his. “Please?”
His breathing was hard and ragged as he looked down at the pleading in her eyes. She was so close, the gentleness in which she touched him made him wonder if this was truly real, or if it was all illusion. Only one way to find out.
Unclenching his fists, he clutched onto her hips and smashed her skinny frame against his larger one, his body one line of fire as her skin touched his in the most personal of ways, she’d come the closest any other living being had ever been to him, and right now, all he wanted was to feel her against him, whispering his name in the silken purr of hers once again. An illusion couldn’t feel this good, could it?
Reveling in his closeness, even if he didn’t answer her plea, seemed to satisfy the young woman more than anything. Her hand fell away from his face, trailing downwards along his breastplate to rest at the hem of his pants. Her hand slid beneath the bottom of his shirt, caressing the sensitive skin that laid below, her fingertips like electrodes as they set electrical impulses riding through his body. In one fiery move, his lips crushed hers, locked into an embrace only two beings like they could do. It felt wonderful, his touch made her feel as if something deep within her snapped back into place, completing the puzzle that he’d strewn across the floor of her soul.
His lips trailed down her neck, locking onto the frantic pulsebeat just above her collarbone. Teeth skimmed that tender skin, his tongue flitting out to taste the sweetness of her flesh. A soft sigh escaped her lips as her head fell backwards, the long spill of her hair tumbling down her back. Suddenly, he pulled back, his eyes wide with wonder. “This isn’t real;” he whispered, voice shaken. “This isn’t real!”
She was drugged by the still warm touch of his lips as he broke the contact between them. The wall melted away, and she was back into the safe harbors of her own mind. His image faded away as she slowly regained consciousness, eyes flickering open just as the soft grey light of dawn infiltrated the small building. He was still there, deep in his realm of sleep, oblivious to where her mind had taken her.
Laying there in the newborn rays of light, Violet remained silent, her head propped onto the curve of her arm, listening to each intake of breath he took. It was hard to stomach, but during the course of this game, something had happened. She feared what this new feeling was, knowing that it could only end up one way, and she just couldn’t allow that to happen. He was a solitary warrior, with no need of more baggage added to his already towering leviathan of problems.
She wanted him, oh so bad, but she just couldn’t allow it. She didn’t want to be hurt again, and with someone like him, it was almost a guarantee that somewhere down the line, it would happen, and she just wasn’t sure her heart could take the trauma of yet another failed relationship.
She would remain, however, she would fight these feelings until there was nothing left within her tiny body to keep going. After all, what good was this feeling if it wasn’t returned? There was no name for it, so she just kept her mouth shut and waited for sunrise.
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