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A copule of nights after the wedding cake was chosen, I awoke to the sounds of muffled moans. I had not heard this sound in years, ever since Vegeta had started taking his night pills. Turning over, I saw him struggling in his sleep. He was moaning, arching his back in pain and muttering something in his sleep. Getting closer, I heard him pleading with some long gone enemy.
"Stop it, I can not take this any more. Stop it now. No more, no more."
Gasping I put my hand over my mouth, I did not know the dream he was having, but from the sounds of it, it was a bad one.
Vegeta only has three types of nightmares. One is just the type that startles him in some small way, the other is one that has him sitting up in bed holding his head for an hour as he tries to will the images away. Then there were the bad ones, ones like what has happening now. These ones he can not escape from, usually having to be pulled from them by me. After waking he would seem fine, until moments later he would begin seeing dead people, and yelling at old enemies. After wards he would sit on the bed holding his head, trying to get the images to leave.
Taking his arm just as he arched once again in pain, I placed a small nervous kiss on his cheek, calling to him. "Vegeta baby, calm down. I am here." Eyes snapped open, their onyx pools dilated in fear. That was something I never want to see on his face. This man afraid of something, (if its worms, that funny. But not fear like this.) it seemed almost unholy. For a moment he looked at me, unable to tell where he was, then he shook his head, sitting up. Chest heaving, he turned from me, and put both feet on the ground.
"Go to bed, woman." He went to stand up, probably to train, but stayed when I asked him to.
"Vegeta. Did you take your pills?"
He grunted, pulling the bottle from the drawer. Tossing them to me, I saw the bottle was almost empty, compared to the large amount that had been in there last week.
"Vegeta, how many of these have you taken tonight?" There was no way he had only taken three.
"They no longer work at that dosage. I needed more of them." Before I could say anything, he sighed and turned to look at me over one bronze shoulder. "The nightmares came back almost two months ago. At first they were just the little ones, the ones that would not disturb anyone. So I doubled the dose. Then they got worse, and I kept doubling the dose, till they were gone. They do not work anymore."
"Vegeta we can get you a stronger dose from the doctor, such things are dangerous."
"Woman, you know that the amount of human medicine in those tablets is an illegal dose of a heavy narcotic sleeping formula. There is nothing they can give me. Two of those things will put a human in a coma for about seven months, if they ever wake up at all."
" How did you know that?" I had gotten these pills especially for him form the only doctor willing to prescribe them.
Vegeta produced one of his trademark smirks. "We do have that inter web thing at this house." crossing his arms, he looked at the wall. "And unlike that fool Kakkarot, I learned how to use human technology."
"Well, keep taking them, maybe your body needs to adjust again." I told him, wrapping my arms about his neck. "Want to tell me about this one?"
Over the years Vegeta had confided in me so many of his secrets, his nightmares. Never had I belived such horrors could befall someone, but they had, and he never forgot them.
"No." he stammered out quickly. "This one I keep to myself."
When I opened my mouth to convince him otherwise, he turned to me. "Bulma, this one I can never tell. It is my secret until death, and even then no one will ever know. That is the way it must be."
"Vegeta, I am sure you have told me worse.." I shut my mouth before the rest of that sentence came out. Of course he had not. This man acted as if I were made of glass, too fragile to take what ever his life had dished out. From some of the stories I was told, this was true. Even to this day it amazes me that he survived and became the man I love. Such a life would have made me a feral beast.
Yet my attempt to save my sentence was ruined when he snarled. "You think you can handle this? Really woman, I have told you worse?" He began to tick things off his fingers. "There has been murder, cold and fast, lots of it. Trillions or more people in the entirety of my life as a spacepirate. There have been severe and savage beatings, torture for the hell of it, there have been thousands of times I have been starved and tortured for looking at Freiza or his men the wrong way. Also, there are the years of fucking mind games that sadistic prick ran me through, trying to get me to kill myself! Think that is the worst I have had to endure? Do you really?" Vegeta turned to face the wall, getting up, and promptly leaving the room.
All that night, I was kept awake by the sound of the GR.
Days later, after Vegeta had forgiven me for my transgression with his past, I was busy putting together my latest greatest invention. With a final tightening of the back covers screw, I laughed out loud.
"Finished!" This exclamation of joy did not pull my wonderfully attentive family from their meal. Vegeta was still stuffing his face with the largest bowl of cereal you could ever imagine. (Seven boxes of Cornpops, and three gallons of milk.) Beside him trunks ate a stack of pancakes the size of his father, and Bra was stuffing herself with some bacon and eggs.
"Is no one going to ask me what is so great?" Looking up from his pancakes, Trunks swallowed, and sputtered.
"Sorry mom. What is it?"
Finally getting the attention I deserved, I smiled patting the device. "This is a thing that will send anything in one place, to that exact place in the future."
"Why in the hell would you build something so damn stupid?" Vegeta drawled pulling the spoon from his mouth.
"Because...saint bastard, I want my son to come to my wedding."
"But mom, I am already going." Trunks looked confused.
"Not you darling," Waving my hand at him . "The other you, older you. Future you. He was really concerned about your father and my relationship before he left." I stood up, pulling an envelope from the drawer. Setting it on the table, I turned the dial. After heating for a moment, it then shot a ray onto the letter, making it disapear.
"There we go. Now, he better be coming."
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