Thank you for the reveiwing. On to chapter two sense I have nothng more to say!

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Chapter 2

Eighteen year old Vegeta shot up from his bed in a cold sweat, eyes wide, and breathing heavily. Every night it seemed that he'd dream the same thing. There would be a house on fire and he would be right in the middle of it trying to get out. And just as he would make it to the door, the whole house would fall down on top of him and began to burn through him.

He took slow steady breaths, trying to calm himself down and stop his heart from punding so hard, when there was a knock at his door as it slowly opened. Vegeta's head slowly turned to face the peson coming in the room.

Joan turned on the lights and walked towards Vegeta's bed. She studied his face only to find that it was back to that blank, emotionless expression that it was always in.

"Vegeta?" Joan asked in a worried voice. He didn't answer, instead he turned away from her to stare at the wall in front of him.

"Vegeta?"She repeated, but more firmly this time.

"What is it?" He replied grumpily. Did she have to come in every time to ask the same question every night?

"Are you okay?"Vegeta rolled his eyes.

" Of course I am. Don't be rediculous." He said with a snort.

"You had that dream again, didn't you?''She asked suddenly. This time he turned towards her, his expression never changing.

"So what if I did?"

"Vegeta-"She stopped abruptly and shifted her position so she was completly facing him."You can't keep holding things like this in. It's not at all healthy for you. Can't you at least tell me a part of it?" Joan kept her eyes on Vegeta and saw that his left eye slightly twitched. He must have been thinking about it.

It was silent for a few minutes until Vegeta sighed and began to move off the bed. Joan watched him as he walked towards the door. Before he left, he turned around. "Quit worrying about me and go back to sleep."He said calmly and the went off to the bathroom. Once Vegeta was out of sight, Joan let out a sigh of her own and ran her hand through her raven-black, bed-tousled hair. It hurt her to no extent when she would come in and find him breathing heavily and slightly trembling as he awoke from a nightmare he had. She felt her eyes well up as she remembered the terrible night she found her loved ones burned alive. It might have been seventeen years sense that incident, but it still hurt. She had a couple bad dreams of her own, but they weren't as frequent as Vegeta's were.

He was only eight and a half when he was told the horrible story of his parents. She had never seen him act the way he did once he heared about them. For weeks, he stayed in his room doing absolutly nothing but staring out the window, sitting in a huge chair with his knees pressed against his chest and his arms wrapped around them. He would never move. Just sit there like a statue, staring. Everyday, Joan would try to get him to talk, but all she ever got out of him was either a shrug for an answer or he would just let his head fall to his knees. She still remembered the day he stared talking again.

Flashback

Rain hit the window sill as the storm continued. Joan watched as lighting flashed and wind raged on. She unconc coutnted the seconds before the thunder boomed. 10 seconds. Two miles. She remembered how she and her sister would run to the window whenever it got cloudy and threatened a storm. Together, thety would count the seconds as soon a lightning flashed and then shouted the number of miles the lightining was from them. That was her sister's favoite game.

Joan was bought out of her thoughts when she heard someone coming down stairs. Her eyes widened when she saw Vegeta(he'seight and a half right now) standing at the bottom of the stairs, still wearing his large navy blue t-shirt and holding the paw of his deep brown teddy bear, staring at her. A small smile appeared on her face at the sight of him. "Hey there, little man."She said still slightly smiling. a small pout came across Vegeta's young face at the nick name, whicch made Joan' s smile braoden.

Suddenly, thunder boomed through the house and shook them both. Joan quickly glanced outside and then back at Vegeta, only to find that his head was bowed and his eyes were shaded by his bangs. Joan's worried features returned once she noticed that had started trembling slightly.He had began to squeeze the paw that he held in his hand. Joan quickly went to him and picked him up. He was still little even for eight. He didn't at all refuse her an wrapped his arms aruond her neck, while still holding on to the teddy bear. Together, they both went to the sofa and sat down. It was then that she noticed that the colar of her shirt was slightly damp. She looked down in surprise and gentally pulled Vegeta away from her.

Joan's neatly arched eyebrows lowered in concern as she tried to look at Vegeta. He had turned away from her and was now wiping is face off with the back of his little wrist.She remained silent as he lightly sniffed and looked back outside.The rain was the only noise in the room.

"Do you thin' dat if it wained, mommy and daddy would stilw be hewe?"

The question caught her by surprise and watch his eyes glaze over and turn to her. She felt her throat tighten. Her heart fell to her stomache as she continued to stare into those large obsidian eyes with her own. "I don't know" She said in a whisper "Maybe..."Vegeta rested his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes, making the tears he was trying to hold fall free on his already tear-stained cheeks.

Ene of Flashback

Joan wiped her tear away as she began to stand and head out of the room. He would tell her. All in good time

(throws the third tissue box away and dabbs nose)That sniffle was sooo sad(grabbs another box out of no where) REVIEW PLEASE OH PLEASE REVIEW!!! I BEG OF YOOOUUUUUU!!!!!!!!