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Eighteen shot up, her eyes wide open as she panted heavily. Her fists were clenching the white sheets that covered her bed as perspiration clung to her face. It happened again. That nightmare. She should have known that her attempt to get sleep would be futile, yet she still attempted to do so nevertheless. She closed her eyes, willing herself to gain her composure, mentally noting how difficult it was tending to get each time she relived these nightmares.
Inhaling a breath of air before exhaling shortly after, she re-opened her eyes, her eyes quickly darting around, taking in her surroundings. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, she sat up and twisted her body clockwise - so that her feet were in contact with cool, carpet - and proceeded to head for the bathroom. Once she reached the bathroom, she headed straight for the sink, not bothering to turn the lights on.
This was getting out of hand, thought Eighteen. These reoccurring nightmares were going to drive her insane if she couldn't figure out a way to halt them effectively. They've been occurring ever since Seventeen was killed. In front of her eyes no less.
Eighteen placed her hands on the either side of the sink, trying to restrain herself from getting worked up again. It was all that bastard's fault. He took away the only family she had left, the only person she trusted on this planet more than anything - or anyone else for that matter. Now, what did she have left? Now, who could she go to when something was troubling her? Half of the time, she didn't even have to approach him. He'd always just had this way of knowing when something was wrong.
It didn't help that she could still remember every detail - whether it was the time, how things smelt, or what everyone was dressed in, she could still remember. She gritted her teeth, barely able to restrain herself from gripping the sides of the sink.
There was just no way she'd be able to go back to sleep now. The only way she could possibly get any sleep was to either get in a fierce workout outside or walk around for a while - anything to distract her mind.
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Bulma groaned as she took in the sight before her. She just stepped out the bed for no more then a minute to use the bathroom, and Vegeta was already hogging most of the covers. She wouldn't put it past him to be doing it deliberately. Why did they even have to share a bed in the first place? Oh, that's right. Because the Prince of all Saiyans stated that since he was the Prince and of higher class than her, he wouldn't change anything for her, whether it made her uncomfortable or not. According to him, she'd just have to deal with it.
The blue-haired Saiyan rolled her eyes, before strolling over to what her side of the bed was and reluctantly sliding in. Once she was settled, she decided to try her luck by trying to grasp some of the covers Vegeta was hogging, but her attempt proved to be futile. "Vegeta." Bulma called out in aggravation, giving him a hard shove for good measure.
Vegeta emitted a growl, cracking one eye open. "What?" he barked rudely, clearly not appreciating the fact that he was just shoved in his own bed, no less.
Bulma, unfazed by his tone of voice, replied, "Stop hogging all of the covers!"
Vegeta smirked before turning his head the other way. "These covers do happen to belong to me. If you don't like it, then go somewhere else."
Bulma gritted her teeth, trying to restrain herself from saying anything else for she was all too aware that he was most likely trying to rile her up. She honestly didn't have time for this. She had to be up early in the morning to head for the lab, and she needed her beauty sleep - it wasn't as if she actually needed it, but there was nothing wrong with getting well-deserved sleep.
"Fine. You're lucky I'm tired, pal. I'm going to Chi-Chi's."
When she received no response - as if she would have waited for one - she got back out of the bed, and headed for the door mentally praying that Chi-Chi wouldn't fuss too much when she knocked on her door.
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He'd be here in two weeks. Well, approximately two weeks to be precise. Eighteen hated when he came. He always made sure to dish out a sarcastic remark to her. Sure, he always taunted every Saiyan merely for his own form of entertainment, but she was certain that he taunted her a whole lot more just because. It was as if he was daring her to do something - anything - in order for him to have an excuse to make her life hell even more.
So far, she has been succeeding in biting her tongue, but something within her told that this time their encounter would be different. And she wasn't so sure if she liked that. If Seventeen was still alive, he'd be scowling at her and chewing her out for even listening to the likes of Frieza. Seventeen wasn't the type to take orders from anyone, and that led to his murder.
She clenched her teeth. Her shift for the Primary Training Chambers was in the Evening, and she wasn't so sure she'd be able to hold out that long - the way she was feeling, she needed some type of release now - but she had no choice unless she went back outside and trained until then because roaming the corridor just wasn't cutting it.
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Raditz was in his bed, arms folded behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling, letting his thoughts wander. He had yet to fall asleep since his encounter with Eighteen, and he couldn't help but think back to when he saw Eighteen outside. He was on his way to his room, walking down the corridor when he noticed her. He hadn't even realized he had stopped to watch her, until he heard her loud scream of frustration.
In that moment, a thought came to him, causing him to think that maybe there was a reason why Eighteen was the way she was. Of course, he knew nothing about her besides the basics and he was pretty sure that went both ways, but he still couldn't stop that thought from coursing through his head. He knew that Eighteen used to have a twin brother, but from the limited amount of information he knew...he knew he was dead. Those two used to be joined at the hip; if you saw one then you always saw the other. They were practically inseparable.
He didn't know why Seventeen was dead, but he knew that she had to be taking it pretty hard. Like he said, they were practically inseparable. That could be part of the reason why she was acting like a b -
He ceased his thoughts immediately, not sure why he was even thinking about her in the first place. He knew nothing about her besides the basics yet merely from their first three encounters, he could deduce that she was unbelievably rude. Just because she lost someone didn't mean she had to take it out on other people, if that was the case. She wasn't the only person that lost someone. Hell, majority of the Saiyans on this planet had lost someone. And if that wasn't enough, they - a powerful race of warriors - were being treated like trash and as if they were inferior by Frieza and his damn lackeys.
Everyone on this planet was going through something, not just her...she needed to realize that, but he wouldn't be the one to make her realize that. He wanted nothing to do with her. He was through with her. The only reason he went outside when he saw her out there was simply because he pitied her, and a part of him - a part of him he couldn't identify - had wanted to comfort her; She had looked so vulnerable out there. It was as if she was a totally different person.
And then when he approached her, and she spun around...that moment their eyes locked... he could read almost all of the emotions that flickered through her eyes before she slipped into that cold, emotionless guise she sported on a daily basis.
..Tch. I'm getting soft. I got problems of my own I need to sort out...like getting Zangya off my damn back.
He knew she had a thing for him, but like he told Kakarot he wasn't interested in her. She just wasn't his type. She wasn't feisty enough. Besides, he didn't want a woman that'd throw themselves at him. He wanted a woman that was a challenge. One who wouldn't bore him to death and keep him interested. He wanted a woman that wouldn't be afraid to stand up to him, or back down too easily. He wanted a woman similar to Kakarot's...if only his idiot of a brother would claim the girl before it was too late. He was too stubborn and thought that she wasn't into him, and didn't want to waste his breath or ruin their friendship if she didn't return his feelings.
Even he could tell the two had feelings for each other, but if he idiot brother couldn't see it, then he wouldn't bother. It wasn't as if it concerned him anyway. There were more important matters at hand, like putting his plan into action of getting rid of Frieza.
That freak and his lap-dogs would be here in two weeks, and he'd be sure to use those two weeks to the fullest.
A/N: Alright, so I haven't exactly updated in a while, but that's due to several reasons. I graduated from high school recently, so I should definitely be able to get in a good bit of updates for a while. I'd really appreciate reviews. And if you're not a newcomer to this story, then you should know that I revised chapters 1 & 2. Oh, and no flames. But if you do flame me at least flame me in your Penname not as a guest or anonymous.
