So, this was supposed to be shorter than expected but it ended up being five pages… So, yeahhhhh… I don't own DBZ or the character, we've all been through this before, we know the rules by now.
I've been on a Vegeta/Bulma kick lately.
Here's Part One!
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All the Tension and the Terror
It's the same dream, over and over again, like my brain is set on repeat.
It has been like this for some time now. I haven't been able to control, and my fear is that it can only get worse. Bulma does not have the slightest clue, and it's not like Saiyans to share their emotions.
Vulnerability is not my forte.
The past lingered in my head as I awoke for the third night this week. My eyes trailed down to my mate who laid next to me, soundless, no sudden movements from my aggressive stirring. I was able to sigh with a bit of relief through all of my panting.
I crept out from under the blankets, and took off swiftly to the master bathroom. Cold water hit my warm skin so roughly, it was almost painful. My depth less onyx spheres stared violently back at me from my reflection in the mirror.
My muscles began to tense up as I gripped onto the porcelain vanity, my teeth clenched as the nightmares constantly tormented my memories. I did my best to pull myself together, stiffened my stature, and shut off the sink.
Moving back into my quarters, I reached for something easy to slip into and jetted for the hallway. The woman won't be up until much later in the morning, I get up before her as it is; my departure this early wouldn't even faze her.
I spent the rest of the early morning in the gravity room, taking every drop of frustration that consumed me out on my training. By the time I even considered to "take a break", I had noticed the sun was shining through the window in the hallway as stepped out of the chamber.
The woman's ki wasn't within my reach, so she was still at rest. That shouldn't be for too much longer, unfortunately.
My body was soaked by my own perspiration so I took the chance to go get cleaned up, knowing that the blue haired menace would probably be up and going by then. My only sense of peace would be these next few minutes on my own.
I tried to make it last as long as I could, but even then the thoughts continued to haunt me.
She'll die Vegeta, this I can promise you…
My eyes slammed shut, my fingers grasping tightly through my dark brown hair. I bit my tongue, trying to contain my anger. The warm water still trickling down my skin as my body stammered into the shower wall.
Her and that Saiyan child she bears…
I tried my hardest to shake the thoughts from my mind; the voices that overpowered me had become too much to handle. I slid down to the showers floor, the water down pouring over me; my head drooped between my knees, and my hands still locked in my hair.
By your hands, Vegeta...
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I hope this doesn't get too out of Vegeta's character!