With You
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter One: Midnight Dreams
The darkened West City, filled with sleeping civilians save one, was being rained upon when Bulma woke to hear a loud crack of thunder. She bolted upright in her bed, perspiring and heaving deeply, shocked. "Just the storm," she reassured herself while lying back down and wiping her forehead dry. The rain pattered against her bedroom window on the east side of the room, where the Sun would rise in a few hours, and Bulma listened to the slow beat of falling water on the roof of the house. She pulled her blankets closer, and tried to warm her face. Outside, Bulma heard cars racing by ever so often, and, being a girl from the city, the sound of traffic began to lull her back to sleep, and eventually, Bulma drifted off into a deep rest.
In her dream, she opened her eyes, and was standing in a room. Her room. She wasn't alone, either. On the other side of the room, near the door, with his hand on the knob and ready to leave, was Vegeta. She couldn't hear what he was saying, but Bulma saw his lips moving slowly, and watched him look away. Then she herself was speaking, and she knew what she spoke, although the sounds were drowned out. Bulma, staring at the floor, was surprised when Vegeta walked towards her, and lifted her chin with two gentle fingers. He moved closer, and Bulma's arms wrapped around him, under his own arms and clutching his shoulders. His eyes were closed, and Bulma's were too. Then, their faces were close, and—
"What?!" Bulma, now awake and not in her dreams anymore, sat up again, this time bewildered. She had just dreamt she was kissing Vegeta! What was the matter with her?!
"Something wrong?" Dr. Breifs opened the door to Bulma's room and peered in at his daughter.
"No, just a dream..." Bulma said. Dr. Breifs nodded and left the room, leaving the door still cracked open. Bulma was too tired to get up and close it, but couldn't fall asleep. She sat up in her bed, fully conscious, and looked about the familiar room. Why, in her dream, had Vegeta been in here, and kissed her? Why did she dream that? There must have been a reason... Bulma's thoughts halted when she saw, through her open door, at the bottom of the staircase, the front door open and slam shut, then a figure begin to ascend up the stairs. It was Vegeta, finally worn out from the day's training in his gravity room. He staggered down the hall, and into the room next to Bulma's, which was the guest room.
Vegeta clicked the door of his room closed, and leaned against the wall. He hissed when a jacket hung on the back of the doortouched a gash on his arm, made quite recently. He walked to the bed, and sat down. He felt the pains in his leg race up to other wounds, and felt like he was aching all over. "Ah...hah..." He breathed while trying to lie down to rest. His legs still hung over the edge of the bed when he let himself escape into subconsciousness, and his face contained a frown although he felt better. He too began to dream. He was in a field, by a tree, with Cherry Blossoms in full bloom. He held, by the shoulders, someone in front of him, who he sensed was happy. Vegeta looked down to discover the person he held was a girl...Bulma. He was holding Bulma. She looked up and gave him a small smile, and Vegeta grinned back. Then he took her hand in his, and kissed it softly, while Bulma sighed and ran her fingers through his hair.
"Impossible!" Vegeta fell off his bed, awake, and rubbed his head. "That would never happen..." he shrugged. He stood up, and crawled under the covers of his bed, this time not falling asleep so quickly. He was thinking about the dream...it was like some strange fantasy. An unreal image, so different from what things should be it was frightening. Then he wondered if the dream was a foresight...he hoped not. To love was to show weakness. He was not weak.
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter One: Midnight Dreams
The darkened West City, filled with sleeping civilians save one, was being rained upon when Bulma woke to hear a loud crack of thunder. She bolted upright in her bed, perspiring and heaving deeply, shocked. "Just the storm," she reassured herself while lying back down and wiping her forehead dry. The rain pattered against her bedroom window on the east side of the room, where the Sun would rise in a few hours, and Bulma listened to the slow beat of falling water on the roof of the house. She pulled her blankets closer, and tried to warm her face. Outside, Bulma heard cars racing by ever so often, and, being a girl from the city, the sound of traffic began to lull her back to sleep, and eventually, Bulma drifted off into a deep rest.
In her dream, she opened her eyes, and was standing in a room. Her room. She wasn't alone, either. On the other side of the room, near the door, with his hand on the knob and ready to leave, was Vegeta. She couldn't hear what he was saying, but Bulma saw his lips moving slowly, and watched him look away. Then she herself was speaking, and she knew what she spoke, although the sounds were drowned out. Bulma, staring at the floor, was surprised when Vegeta walked towards her, and lifted her chin with two gentle fingers. He moved closer, and Bulma's arms wrapped around him, under his own arms and clutching his shoulders. His eyes were closed, and Bulma's were too. Then, their faces were close, and—
"What?!" Bulma, now awake and not in her dreams anymore, sat up again, this time bewildered. She had just dreamt she was kissing Vegeta! What was the matter with her?!
"Something wrong?" Dr. Breifs opened the door to Bulma's room and peered in at his daughter.
"No, just a dream..." Bulma said. Dr. Breifs nodded and left the room, leaving the door still cracked open. Bulma was too tired to get up and close it, but couldn't fall asleep. She sat up in her bed, fully conscious, and looked about the familiar room. Why, in her dream, had Vegeta been in here, and kissed her? Why did she dream that? There must have been a reason... Bulma's thoughts halted when she saw, through her open door, at the bottom of the staircase, the front door open and slam shut, then a figure begin to ascend up the stairs. It was Vegeta, finally worn out from the day's training in his gravity room. He staggered down the hall, and into the room next to Bulma's, which was the guest room.
Vegeta clicked the door of his room closed, and leaned against the wall. He hissed when a jacket hung on the back of the doortouched a gash on his arm, made quite recently. He walked to the bed, and sat down. He felt the pains in his leg race up to other wounds, and felt like he was aching all over. "Ah...hah..." He breathed while trying to lie down to rest. His legs still hung over the edge of the bed when he let himself escape into subconsciousness, and his face contained a frown although he felt better. He too began to dream. He was in a field, by a tree, with Cherry Blossoms in full bloom. He held, by the shoulders, someone in front of him, who he sensed was happy. Vegeta looked down to discover the person he held was a girl...Bulma. He was holding Bulma. She looked up and gave him a small smile, and Vegeta grinned back. Then he took her hand in his, and kissed it softly, while Bulma sighed and ran her fingers through his hair.
"Impossible!" Vegeta fell off his bed, awake, and rubbed his head. "That would never happen..." he shrugged. He stood up, and crawled under the covers of his bed, this time not falling asleep so quickly. He was thinking about the dream...it was like some strange fantasy. An unreal image, so different from what things should be it was frightening. Then he wondered if the dream was a foresight...he hoped not. To love was to show weakness. He was not weak.