A/N

Yay! Okay, this is a rewritten version of 'Midnight' if any of you read the original story. I edited the story and added some good stuff! With that said, I do not own any DBZ characters (sadly). This is an alternate universe kinda, since Chi Chi isn't in the story (sorry, she has past on!) therefore neither is Goten (never existed!). A proper timeline would be after the first Frieza encounter. That doesn't make much sence with Gohan's and Trunk's ages, but like I said, Alternate universe! Okay, that covers all of my bases so on with the story!

PS. All reveiws welcomed!

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From a foggy distance, her eyes haunted him. Those cornflower blue eyes have been in every dream for the last fifteen years. They seemed so innocent, but they held so many secrets. Who she really was, were she came from, and how long she had been running from Death. There was never a face to match the eyes, nor a body. Which is for the better, considering the mere sight of her triggered emotions and reactions he couldn't explain to his wife.
Dreams turn into flashes of the past as Vegeta recalls the first time he laid eyes on Echo. He had never seen a woman quite like that before. She was as strong as a Sayian warrior, yet as beautiful as a nymph. He had wanted her the moment he saw her. Who would deny the Sayian Prince? She did, because he wasn't the first to notice her beauty. His toughest opponent, and the only other living Sayian, Kakorot.
But Echo couldn't deny him that one night. He didn't force her…He saved her! She was weakened from their last enemy, and she was alone. Vegeta found her and took her to safety. Who was he to question why Echo was kissing his neck, when just the other day she told him to go to Hell? It wasn't until mid climax, when she shouted Kakorot's Earth name, did he realize she was delusional.
That fool doesn't deserve her! Vegeta was giving her the best ride in her existence, and it was Goku who she credited.
As Vegeta's mind is focusing on Goku, the dreamy background tints red with fury. His concentration on the clueless Sayian increases, but it is soon broken. The eyes in his dream blink with tears once. Thoughts of Goku cease. The eyes blink once more. Slowly the lids start to reopen to show blazing red eyes.
Vegeta sits straight up in his bed, waking abruptly.

Who eyes did those belong to?

He is breathing fast and deep. He looks down to his right and sees Bulma still sleeping. He looks past her toward the alarm clock.

4:15am. I over slept.

Vegeta quietly slides out of bed. He grabs a pair of shorts from the floor and dresses in the dark. He leaves the bedroom and walks down the dimly lit corridor. As he approaches another bedroom, he swings open the door hard enough to make a loud "thud" sound as the handle hits the wall. Trunks immediately sat up, obviously shaken.
"You've slept long enough. It's time to train."
Trunks yawns as he looks at the time.
"Aw dad, can't I sleep in just once this summer?"
"Do NOT talk back to me!" Vegeta shouts.
Trunks lowers his head.
"I'm sorry, father."
Vegeta turns towards the door.
"If we finish in time, we can go to the picnic."
Trunks raises his head, eyes gleaming.
"The picnic with all the Z Fighters?"
Vegeta nods his head once. Trunks let's out a squeal of delight. Vegeta winces.
"I said if we finish in time. Now suit up and meet me in the training room."
There was no way around it. Vegeta knew this. Bulma had been complaining for the last two months that she wanted to catch up with her friends. When she caught wind of this get together, she practically demanded that they all go. Telling an Earth woman 'no because I said so and I am the man' was a lot different then telling a Sayian woman. Go figure.
Vegeta went straight to the gravity controls to make the air denser. In the back of his mind, he couldn't help but think what an awful idea this was.

And just WHO were those eyes in my dream? What does it mean?

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"I will NOT go easy on you, so stop whining!" Vegeta shouts as he forms a power ball in his palms and releases it directly at his son.
Trunks successfully dodges the attack, but fails to notice his father's hidden move. Vegeta grabs both of Trunks hands behind his back and performs a double kick. The force of the blow forces Trunks to smash into the far wall.
"I'm NOT whining, we've been training for hours. I just don't see why you have to treat these sessions like it's life or death or something." Trunks groans.
Vegeta stalks toward him. "Because one of these days it very well could mean life or death."
Trunks rubs his head as he tries to stand on his feet. He kneels at first before giving himself the last push he needed to get off the floor. He exhales as he jumps up, but at that same moment, the gravitational pressure is released, causing Trunks to over exert and hit his head on the ceiling.
"OUCH!" Trunks exclaims as he cradles his head.
Vegeta looks over to the opened door.
"Bulma, what are you doing?"
Bulma rushes over to her son with an icepack.
"I came prepared this time." She soothes.
She looks only at Vegeta. "You both have time for a quick shower before we leave for the picnic."
Vegeta closes his eyes and takes a few breaths before opening them again. Bulma's gave is still fixated on him.
Guess I'm not winning this one.
Vegeta walks out of the room without saying a word. Bulma and Trunks follow with their eyes. When he is out of sight, Trunks stands up.
"Can't you do something about him, mom? I only have a month left before school starts and the way dad trains, I'll be dead before I ever graduate!"
Bulma sighs. "I try my best, Trunks. You know I do."
Trunks walks away from his mother, heading toward the door.
Without turning around, he waves one hand in the air. "Yeah, I know."