It was late at night when Vegeta sat up, he had a nightmare and it shook him to his core. The Prince did his best to shrug it off, but it wouldn't leave him alone. "That child…"
Before he could examine his own thoughts any further he heard a noise, his instincts kicked in immediately. His hand reached for Bulma, but she wasn't at his side. The Prince curled his lip in distain as he crawled of the bed hesitantly.
The sound came from the lavatory that was attached to the room he was so graciously given. Upon further inspection he deduced the noise to be crying, a woman's crying to be exact.
"Bulma…?" His voice sounded confused, it almost startled him.
"Huh? Oh, I'll be out in a moment, Vegeta. Sorry, did I wake you?" There wasn't a hint of sorrow in her tone.
"No, I ha- I mean, yes Woman, you did! What are you doing up so late and being so loud for? Come back to bed already." Vegeta folded his arms across his chest and huffed.
Just as he turned to walk away Bulma came out and turned the illumination off. She grabbed his arm and gave him a smile, but it was hard to see after the blinding light.
Vegeta pulled his arm away and headed back to the bed, he climbed in and sighed. The Prince laid down on his right side and curled his knees up to his chest.
"Good night, Vegeta."
"Mm"
Bulma yawned, curled herself around him, and covered the both of them up with a blanket. "Cold?"
"No."
"You sure? You're all curled up."
"I'm fine, Woman." He snapped a bit, trying to get his point across.
"Alright, I'm sorry." She wrapped her arm around his waist and hugged him tight.
Vegeta stared at the wall, the clock, the lamp, and then finally the window. He watched the rain beating against the glass, memories flowing in and out of his consciousness as he started to get tired again.
"Vegeta, one day you're going to be a father too. I want you to love your child above all else and do your absolute best to keep them safe, do you understand me, my boy?" King Vegeta slid his large hand into the young boy's hair and lightly ruffled in a teasing manner.
"Yes, Papa. I'll be just like you! I'll be the best father ever, no one will be able to deny it." The small Prince stuck his chest out with pride, as he always did when with his Papa.
"That's my boy!"
A sudden flash interrupted the dream, lightning perhaps? Vegeta's eyes ripped open, his chest heaved. He hadn't dreamt of his father in ages, why now? The Prince didn't even believe he could remember his face. That dream felt so real, familiar, comforting; he wished he could have stayed there forever.
His eyes fluttered closed, he had to forget his father all over again now. Old pain started to resurface, but he wouldn't allow it, he forced himself to fall asleep once more.
Vegeta ran hard and fast through the down pour of rain. Where was he running? Or was he running from something, someone? He knew he couldn't stop, this was important and he couldn't let up for even a moment. All around him echoed screams and cries, but whose were they?
"Where are you?" Vegeta yelled at the top of his lungs, but it sounded like a whisper.
Suddenly, before him there was a baby. Vegeta halted his sprint to look at this infant. Tears welled up in his eyes as he had a sudden realization that the child before him was his own son.
"No, you're dead. You died! You weren't even developed…" His words came out in loud sobs.
Vegeta sat up and bellowed out in agony, tears streamed down his face and neck. His chest rose and fell hastily as he attempted to collect himself and get his bearings. For a split moment he couldn't figure out where, who, what, when, or why anything or anyone was.
Bulma woke up as soon as she heard the noise; her attention was drawn to the Prince. "Are you alright, Vegeta?"
Her voice ripped him from his confusion, his head snapped over to examine her. Finally, reality set back in and he became extremely embarrassed. "I'm fine!"
Without another word he got up from the bed and went to the bathroom, where he closed himself in. There was the sound of running water and nothing else from the lavatory.
Bulma sat for a moment before she finally approached the door and knocked lightly. "Vegeta? Are you sure you're okay? Do you want to talk?"
There wasn't an answer, it worried her, but she knew he could take care of himself better than most people. She contemplated walking in, but she didn't want to intrude on him.
Vegeta turned off the water, stared at himself in the mirror for a moment and realized that he had stubble growing. He shuddered when he remembered his father's face, too many emotions to deal with.
The Prince plunged his fist into the mirror, shattering it on contact. After that he opened the door to the bathroom, pushed passed Bulma and grabbed some clothes.
"I'm leaving."
Bulma, who was on the other side of the door and doing her best to listen in jumped back when she heard the glass break. When he came out she wanted to go to his side, but when she attempted to his words stopped her.
"Wh-what?" The words cut her to the core, she felt her heart sink into her stomach.
"Y-you can't! Vegeta, you can't just leave. It's the middle of the night, first of all. Besides, where would you go?" Bulma rushed to his side, trying to get him to make eye contact with her.
"I will go where ever I damn well please, Woman! There is an entire galaxy out there, after all. What does it matter to you?" Vegeta's voice was dead and cold; he refused to look at her.
Finally, she pushed herself in his direct path and he growled loudly. He lost it on her, shoving her back hard and knocking her to the ground.
"YOU BLOCK ME ONE MORE TIME AND I'LL KILL YOU!" The Saiyan Prince glared down at her with eyes like black voids.
"V-Vegeta… Please, don't, I need you-"
"SHUT UP!" Vegeta powered up, a golden light surrounded him, engulfed him completely.
His screams echoed around the two of them, swirling about like howling winds. Tears streamed and poured down the Prince's face, the droplets being lifted up and carried away by the huge ki surge.
Bulma was thrown back, slammed into a wall and was knocked completely unconscious. She fell to the ground a few feet away from Vegeta, who continued his bellowing.
The planet shook with his great power, but finally the trembling subsided. He fell to his knees and panted hard, staring at the floor with disbelief. The first thing the Prince noticed was the glow in the room.
Vegeta stood up and realized that everything around him was destroyed. He looked down and frowned at Bulma's crumpled form. "Why do you defy me, Woman?"
The power flowing through him, his lack of emotion, and his confusion worried him. Had he become the Legendary Super Saiyan? Had he become the thing of stories that he had heard throughout his entire childhood?
"Am I a monster?"
