I do no own Dragonball Z, etc.
This takes place after Kid Buu.
Prologue
His eyes bolted open fearing his heart was going to beat out of his chest. He could feel his body pulse as sweat ran down the side of his face. Vegeta sat up and grasped his chest.
A heart attack? No.
This feeling wasn't leaving. He looked to the side and noticed Bulma wasn't there. Vegeta strangely looked out the window. A peculiar maroon fog lingered around the window. He stared at it awkwardly pondering what it was from. It wasn't there when he went to bed. Vegeta clenched the sheets and threw them off of him. He couldn't bare the heat no more. When he stood his body trembled at the weight of his body. Vegeta swore to himself as he made his way to the bathroom, while seeing white blotches everywhere. His hands formed around the rounded corners of the sink. He slowly raised his head until he could look at himself in the mirror. Vegeta reached out and grabbed a towel to rub the sweat off his face.
After recovering Vegeta walked back to the bed and started to fall asleep. But that red hair lingered in his mind.
In the morning…
Bulma, Bulla, Trunks, and Vegeta were having breakfast together. Bulma put down her fork and looked at everyone.
"I've been thinking about a new hair color." She announced.
Everyone looked up at her with curiosity.
"What color, mom?" Bulla asked.
"I was thinking of a fiery red."
Vegeta's eyes grew as he remembered the hair in his dreams. He slightly choked on what he was trying to swallow.
"I don't know, mom." Bulla pondered trying to visualize her mother with blazing red locks.
"Vegeta…?" Bulma questioned.
"I think your hair color now is fine. I don't think you need to change it." He criticized.
"Yeah, mom." Trunks agreed making Vegeta sigh with relief that someone agreed with him.
"Well, I guess that settles it. I won't." Bulma concluded slightly disappointed.
Bulma's calm blue hair gave Vegeta a slight salvation from the terror of red. It was haunting his mind. His mind pondered over who he'd dreamt about, and concluded that he had seen no one with the astonishing red hair he saw in his head. Vegeta could still feel the touch of her silk skin touch him. It sent chills through his body. It felt so wrong, but so right. But no, he loved Bulma. He felt no love for this other woman he told himself and that it was only a dream. The feeling of the dream was so real that he couldn't forget.