This is the first story I've written in almost seven years. So please forgive me. I also have never written for this fandom, so I don't own anything but my own wording and my brain cells.
Don't stop if I fall and don't look back.
Don't stop. Bury me and fade to black.
~Hang Em' High, My Chemical Romance
Sharp inhale, followed by a bloody cough. Vegeta spit a mouthful of blood to the side of him and curled his lips into his signature smirk. Yes, he was hurt and bleeding. Yes, he had a sizable hole in his side from the energy blast that had been hurled at him. But he would rather die than show any form of weakness in front of his opponent. Sweat dripped off of his prominent brow as he tilted his head to the side.
"Is that all you've got, asshole?" He growled towards his enemy, voice lathered with insolence. "I've had bug bites worse than this!" He leapt quickly, dodging another hit. He hovered over the landscape for a moment, assessing the situation, mind running a mile a minute. The beast was quick, the Saiyan hadn't even managed to fully see who or what was attacking him, all he knew was it was a challenge. He loved a good challenge.
"Now, where are you?" He yelled to the ground. Looking and seeing no trace of the shadow that had been fighting him. " Come out, you cowardly bastard!"
Suddenly, he heard a familiar scream coming from behind him. He turned and the blood drained from his face.
A large black smoke was floating behind him. Nothing about the monster seemed to stand out other than the bright red eyes glowing from deep within the form as it billowed in the strong wind, somehow still maintaining its form. That wasn't what made Vegeta pale.
It had Bulma. Her face was streaked with fearful tears and her hands were pawing at the hold the beast had around her small neck. Her face was red and she was choking. She reached for her husband with one hand while trying to find purchase with the other. Her eyes pleading, help me, please, help me. The beast had drawn a line in the sand that Vegeta was never gonna let it live to cross.
"You bastard," He snarled, "Put her down safely and I might let you have a quick death. I'm still deciding, depending on how fast you act!" He sped towards the smoke, preparing to strike, but still being careful not to harm his wife in the process. This beast won't last an hour, if he could only get his hands on it.
Bulma was kicking and squirming, trying to free herself and still reaching for her husband. He was so close. So close he was almost touching her. His arm was around her, he was going to hit the beast in the face he was going to-
Shlrickkk! Blood dripped from Bulma's mouth as a cloud of smoke shaped into a blade made it's way straight through her chest from behind. The smoke then dissipated leaving Vegeta holding his bleeding woman in one arm and the other extended out to punch. Her body slumped against him, and he quickly flew down to the ground with his precious cargo in tow.
He laid her down so he could assess the damage and go from there in deciding what to do.
"Bulma, Bulma, Bulma- look at me, please, Woman look at me!" He frantically tried to get her attention. She wasn't moving, and had gone completely limp. He held her face in his hand and looked straight into her eyes, searching for some sign of life. Her eyes had gone dark. He quickly pulled her chest to his ear praying to anyone that would listen for some form of a heartbeat or a breath.
Silence.
Then he stopped, looked up and-
Vegeta sat up suddenly, breathing heavily. He looked around at his surroundings. He was in his bedroom, coated in sweat, in bed, next to his sleeping wife.
He sighed, I was dreaming, thank Kami, he thought as he laid back down and rolled onto his side. He wrapped an arm around Bulma, gently sliding her closer to him. The Saiyan inhaled her sweet scent, and rested his forehead against the back of her head; thankful that the dream had been just that, a dream. She sighed in her sleep and he hoped she was having a sweet dream. Her face was so calm and serene. If she knew he sat and watched he sleep sometimes he would never hear the end of it. It would be either one of two things. She would either react by becoming shocked and screaming something along the lines of:
"OH MY GOD! YOU FUCKING CREEP! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO SLEEP NOT STARE, ASSHOLE!"
Or, she would blush and do that stupid little side to side dance she does when she thinks something is so adorable and say:
"AW, VEGETA, I ALWAYS KNEW YOU HAD A SWEET ROMANTIC SIDE HIDDEN SOMEWHERE DEEP UNDER THAT THICK MACHO TOUGH GUY ACT! GIMME A KISS, SWEETHEART!"
He shook his head at the thought, I'd rather keep my reputation as it is, thank you. But even still, she was the most gorgeous woman he had ever met on any planet and she was his.
Vegeta looked at her one more time before rolling back over and falling asleep, not noticing the black smoke drifting past his bedroom window.
