Disclaimer: I'm a depressed teenager, who is trying to pass time because she cannot find anyone to go with her to see Rent. If you don't know, you need to ask somebody. Anyway, I do not own DragonBall Z, or Rent. Enjoy the story folks.
She ran fiercely, stumbling each step. He just walked behind her, slowly, though he was catching up. She stopped dead in front of the staircase. She wasn't thinking about were she was going, she was just as good as a dead end. Out of options, and hearing the footsteps get louder and louder she ran up the steps and into the bathroom. The damn lock was too slippery, or maybe it was her sweat. Never the less she managed to lock the door, and collapsed on the floor waiting.
She looked around her all too familiar luxurious bathroom, the place she would die in. She could just imagine her blood stained in the peach covered rug. Her body in the fetal position, or maybe her joints twisted. The disturbing images in her mind were interrupted by a knock on the door. There was nothing she could do.
"Trapped like a rat now aren't we?" The cruel voice sneered through the door. She could just imagine his twisted smile, anticipating her slow painful death.
"Please Vegeta, don't do this, I love you"
Bulma cradled herself in her arms. Back and fourth, back and fourth. He was being too patient he was planning something. The tension was killing her in a worse way than Vegeta could ever. Slowly Bulma rose up, and unlocked the door.
There her husband stood, smirking. She looked up at him, with her crystal blue eyes filled with betrayal, pain and heartache.
Vegeta stepped closer to her it was her time.
Faster than Bulma could take a breath, she felt her feet dangle below her. He held her by her neck in mid air. Choking and gasping for breaths, her tears and sweat ran down to his hand, and went along his arm. Vegeta tightened his grip and let out a maniacal laugh, while Bulma let out a blood-curtailing scream.
"Bye-Bye Onna"
Vegeta waved good-bye with his one free hand. She looked at him; he was looking forward to something. Vegeta stuck that free hand inside Bulma's mouth. She started gagging and started to feel vomit come up. Before she even had a chance, she felt a ki-blast warming up. Vegeta curled his lips, as he felt Bulma's fear.
"I don't need love"
"VEGETA NO!" Bulma shoot up from her warm satin sheets, soaked in sweat. She was panting for breath and just couldn't seem to stuff it down her throat.
Bulma looked to her side to see Vegeta starring at her cleaning out his ear with his pinky.
"Can you scream any louder? I'm curious." Vegeta was about to sit up with her but Bulma flinched when he moved. She grabbed her pillow and slowly crept out of the bed.
"Vegeta, I'm going to sleep in my old room tonight. See you in the morning"
Before Vegeta could give a response, Bulma fled. She knew he wouldn't chase after her, not when she was awake. She hasn't told anyone about her dreams, but she has been sleeping in her childhood room almost every other night, for the past two weeks.
Bulma was way to tall for the twin bed, but the heavy, pink confuter, made her feel safe. Like hiding under the cover could protect her from all the monsters. To others she may seem crazy, but she's scared of her own husband. She took a breath, and tried to find sleep. Bulma found it eventually.
That morning, Bulma woke up groggy, and discombobulated. (Yay! I used a big word!) She put on a modest robe, and limped down the stairs. Bulma saw Vegeta sitting at the table; she could see in his face that he wasn't trying to explode about his food being late. Bulma ran to the cabinets and immediately started throwing things on to the counter.
After finding decent breakfast ingredients, Bulma started to cook on the stove. She cracked her eggs and started to shake nervously. Bulma felt his eyes starring a hole into her back. She started to cry. These dreams were clawing their way into her real life. Not only do they steal her sleep, but now they make her to scared to be in the same room with her husband. She heard his chair slide on the floor, as he got up from the table.
Bulma felt Vegeta rap his arms around her. He prompted his chin on her forehead. Bulma started to tremble, tears were streaming down her face. Vegeta was confused, but he tried his best to soothe her. Though he didn't understand that him touching her, was making it worse. She was terrified of him. Bulma couldn't find a way out so she just stopped shaking and tried to relax. After a while, the tension got to Bulma. She started to hyperventilate, but she was just tiring herself out. Soon Bulma was asleep in Vegeta's arms. He looked her over. She was beautiful, but something was bothering her…. about him. She never had these problems; maybe she's just starting to develop a fear of him. Slowly Vegeta carried her to the couch and set her down, he would talk to her when she woke up.
A/N: Wow, this is pretty crappy, if you ask me. But if you like it, I beg of you please leave a comment. It makes me happy! Oh and btw, Vegeta turned off the stove, there will be no fires, sorry.