Nightmare (Little Trunks POV!)

I stared at their door, trembling and debating on whether or not to enter. I wanted my mom, but my dad was also in there and I didn't know if he'd be mad if I came in. He was very unpredictable, I mean, he was usually mad about everything, but sometimes he wasn't.

I could just go back to bed… but, that dream was really, really scary. I just needed my mom.

I sighed and slowly pushed the door open. Any other time, it wouldn't have creaked, but of course, it did now. I sighed and slipped into their large bedroom. A few of years ago, they slept in separate rooms, but then they started sleeping in the same room.

I wasn't sure what changed or why they started sleeping in the same room. That's when I had to stop sneaking into my mom's room really late and snuggling with her in her heated bed. They had never said that I wasn't allowed in there anymore, but, I just assumed I wasn't.

Their bedroom was huge, or it seemed huge as I slowly crept to their big bed. I needed to quietly find mom's side, but that was hard considering both covered by a sea of blankets and pillows.

I finally did find mom and gently shook her awake. She blinked her eyes a couple of times to focus then looked down at me.

"Trunks? What's wrong?" She asked in a voice thick with sleep.

"Mom, I had a nightmare, can I sleep with you?" I whispered.

"Yeah, come on in." she opened her blankets and let me crawl in. I smiled and snuggled against her; I missed sleeping in the bed with her.

"What's going on?" I heard my dad's voice, it was deeper than usual.

"Trunks just had a nightmare and wanted to sleep in our bed." Mom said.

"No, absolutely not. You're not going to smother the boy into being a sissy." He said as he got out of bed.

"Vegeta, he's not going to be a sissy if he sleeps with us. He's scared and it's fine, all kids sleep in the bed with their parents when they're scared." Mom argued.

"Not my son, get up Trunks, you're going back to your bed." He said as he pulled the cover off me.

"Vegeta, don't be a jerk, he can sleep in here if he wants." Mom snarled at him; I knew that tone, they were about to start fighting.

"Trunks, get up, now." He said crossing his arms and glaring.

"Vegeta," "Bulma." They said each other's name threateningly.

"It's okay mom, I'll just go back to my bed." I said quickly as I got out of their bed.

"Trunks you don't have too," Mom said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"It's okay mom, really." I told her.

"Vegeta, take Trunks back to his room." Mom said, glaring at him.

"Tch," he scoffed, "The boy knows where his room is."

"Go!" She yelled loudly.

Dad slapped his hand onto the back of my neck, gripping tightly, and stormed us out of the room. Uh oh, he was mad.

"Get to bed boy." He said when we entered my room.

"I'm sorry," I said, but I wasn't really sure what I was apologizing for.

"Just get into your bed."

I crawled under my covers, feeling uneasy. Dad started to walk out of my room but I had to ask.

"Will you ever turn Majin again?" I asked before he left.

He paused at the door, "What?"

"Would you ever turn Majin again?" I repeated.

"Where did you hear that?" He asked.

"Just… I overheard some people talking about what happened at the stadium. That's what my nightmare was about, kind of." I admitted.

"What do you mean kind of?" He asked, turning around to me.

"I dreamt that… you turned Majin and you killed mom and I couldn't stop you." I said.

He crossed his arms and looked away from me. I felt I had made a mistake in telling him, but… the dream bothered me.

"I'm not going to turn again." He said.

"You almost killed mom." I said.

"I know." I could see him biting the inside of his cheek.

"Why dad? Why did you turn?" I asked.

"I don't have to explain anything to you." He said.

"Yeah. Sorry, I just was hoping it'd make me feel better." I said.

He sighed heavily, "Fine. Come on." He said.

"What?" I asked.

"You want to sleep in our bed because it'll make you feel better then fine. Come on. But this is a one-time thing." He said.

I jumped out of bed, taking his offer quickly before he could take back his offer. I scrambled down the hall and followed him into their bedroom.

Mom was sitting up in her bed with her arms crossed, obviously ready for a fight. But she uncrossed them when I walked in with dad.

"Oh. Trunks you're… back?" She said, more as a question.

"Yes woman." Dad got back onto his side of the bed and pulled the covers over his head.

I crawled into bed beside mom, who snuggled me into her arms. I sighed in relief. I was really glad he let me back into their bed.

Bulma's POV

Trunks immediately fell asleep against me. I turned to Vegeta, who, I knew was still awake.

"I thought it would make him soft if he slept in our bed? What changed your mind?" I asked.

"None of your damn business." He said.

"Something changed your mind." I pestered, knowing he'd crack.

"Just go to sleep damn it." He growled.

"Why won't you tell me?"

"Because I don't have to tell you everything! Go to sleep!" He snapped.

"Oh okay," I smiled, "You big softy."

"I'm not soft." He growled.

"Oh, you must be if you let him come to our bed. But, if you tell me I won't think that."

"The boy said he had a nightmare about what happened at the stadium." He didn't have to elaborate, I knew what he was talking about.

"How would he know anything about that?" I asked.

"He overheard people talking about it." He said.

"Hm." I said as I settled back onto my pillows.

"He dreamt that… I killed you, and he couldn't stop me." He said.

Oh, that's why he let him back into our bed. I knew Vegeta was trying to deal with what he had done. He didn't feel bad about killing a ton of people, what bothered him was the fact that he almost killed me.

"It's okay Vegeta, you don't need to dwell on this." I told him.

"Mmm." He said, closing his eyes.

I sighed, "It won't stop bothering you unless you talk about it."

"Go to sleep." He said.

"Alright." I decided to drop it for tonight, but one day he would talk to me about it.