Damaged
Chapter 1 - Daemons
It was nearly dawning when Bulma put a stack of the papers away. She was tired, but satisfied - she was close to invent a new kind of material for certain prince's bots. "Maybe now the bots would be able to face up to his strength", she thought with a faint smile. To tell the truth, she was getting really pissed by him always destroying every bot she had put so much effort to build. She hoped that this new invention of hers would work - well, at least a little.
Bulma got up from the chair and scowled - her legs were totally stiff.
"I should get up and walk sometimes… I'll get thrombosis before the material at this rate…" - she murmured, rubbing her calves, grunting at the feeling. After a while she was able to walk normally.
She yawned getting her nightgown from the bathroom. She decided she was going to have a shower in the morning. Bulma unzipped her dress and stepped out of it, leaving it on the floor. She took off her underwear, slid herself into the nightgown and crawled under the duvet. She fell asleep immediately.
He was running.
Shades were fading, but he didn't care. The lights were subdued, in tone of violet. He didn't look around, there was no point. Everything was dead here - trees, animals, greenery, everything that had been once alive. There were only fields of soil burnt to the core.
He didn't look backward, too afraid he would get him. He, another nameless monster. Just keep running, don't stop. Don't slow down. He heard a whoosh and suddenly felt a horrible pain in the back as he fell down with a thud. He opened his eyes with the very effort he could make. His face was all covered in dirt, warm blood dripping on the ground. His blood. He couldn't get up, he realized with fright. It was over, he lost, again.
He choked when a strong arm lifted him up by the collar of his armor.
"Is our little monkey going somewhere?" - odor of his breath hit him as red, cold eyes were drilling into his own. The boy couldn't tell what was his race, he had never seen anything like this before. But he could tell he was damn strong. He felt chills down his spine. His tail wrapped itself around the tormentor's wrist, desperately trying to loosen his grip.
"Just for a walk" - he grinded out with hidden fury. And desolation.
Creature's lips curved in wicked smile.
"I don't think so" - he received a powerful punch in the stomach which made him curl up and cough with blood - "You are trapped here, little monkey. Forever".
He knew it was only a beginning. He didn't even try to fight, he knew it was pointless. This way he would suffer less. Hopefully.
Bulma woke up abruptly. She didn't know what had awaken her, but she was sure she won't fall asleep this night again. Her heart was racing in her chest. Unexplainable anxiety was lingering somewhere inside of her and she couldn't find a way to get rid of it. She sat on the bed, uncertain. A single drop of sweat ran down her neck, leaving a wet mark on the silk of her nightgown. Something was wrong, she couldn't just tell what it was.
Vegeta jumped up from bed, panting heavily. His sheets were sweat - soaked, he threw them away. He rubbed his face with his hands, wiping off the sweat. His hands were shaking, his skin was hot, but all covered with goose bumps. He curled on the bed, watching whiteness of the wall mindlessly. The skin of his back was prickling, his eyelid flickered a bit.
You are trapped here, little monkey.
A tear ran down his cheek, he wiped it out with top of his hand furiously.
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