I know everyone probably thinks I own DBZ, but you'll be surprised to learn that I don't! Seriously though...thank you for all the wonderful reviews! I'll try my best to make this story good (and not too weird) as possible! In this exciting chapter, Veggie is transported into Bulma's dream state! Let's see what happens, shall we?
Oh! Last thing, I promise! I heard somewhere that if you die in a dream; you will die in real life. Probably not true, but I'm using in my story later anyway! That's it. Enough with my rambling, on with the story!
Dreams and Reality: Chapter 2
Miayu
Vejita kept turning circles. The white void he was surrounded in caused him to lose his bearings. It was still "snowing" heavily. But...what was that up ahead? Vejita squinted his eyes, and peered into the void as far as he could see. There it was1 Vejita could make out a figure, also clad in white.
It was her...Bulma.
Vejita tried to fly over to her, but he found that he could not take off. He was forced to walk over to her.
By the time he reached her, Vejita could see something was wrong. Even though Bulma had her back to him, Vejita could tell she was crying. She was dressed in a white, chiffon gown and her long hair was draped across her shoulders. Bulma's form sat crouched over, visibly shaking.
Vejita slowly reached a hand out to touch her shoulder, and even though he knew what he was feeling wasn't truly happening; touching her sent electric tingles up and down his arm.
Bulma reared back at his touch, tears still evident on her face.
"Vejita! What are you doing here?!" Bulma quickly tried to brush her eyes free of the moisture seeping through them.
"Why are you crying onna? What has happened?" Vejita tried to speak softly, but, as usual, it came out in his gruff tone instead.
"I should be asking what happened to bring you here! The only person I ever see in this place is...is...Yamcha." Bulma's tone softened considerably. Her eyes darted away to avoid looking in his intense pupils.
"Kami woman! That fool wouldn't know a good thing if it jumped up and bit him in the ass!" Vejita suddenly realized the impact of his words and a slight blush tinged across his cheeks. He immediately cursed himself for his foolishness.
Bulma let out a lighthearted laugh. * Now I know I'm dreaming! * Vejita had just somewhat complimented her!
It had ceased "snowing." Bulma found herself smiling at Vejita as the tears stopped falling from her eyes.
"Thanks Vejita... I needed that."
"Whatever."
They were staring at each other now. Vejita began to feel uncomfortable so he shifted his gaze to a figure slowly approaching them.
*Who the hell is that? * The prince found himself slightly angry towards anyone who interrupt him and the woman.
It was Yamcha.
He was dressed in solid black and held a single rose in his hand.
Bulma's eyes immediately grew wary as Vejita growled in pure disgust. * What is that baka doing here? * He slowly approached and out stretched the hand holding the rose. "Bulma... please, come back to me..." His voice seemed far off and distant, as if he was thinking about something else. Bulma knew what it was. He was wondering what Vejita was doing there.
"What are you looking at Vejita? What are you even doing here?" Yamcha narrowed his eyes at the prince, suspicious of his motives, Vejita standing so close to Bulma and all.
"I should ask the same of you human. Perhaps, the woman does not wish to listen to your incessant lying." Vejita answered smugly.
Bulma couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was Vejita actually defending her? Or did he dislike Yamcha so much that he just wanted to start an argument?
Yamcha was becoming infuriated. How dare that short excuse for a warrior question why he wanted to see Bulma! She had been his girl since the dawn of time, and he intended to keep it that way!
"Excuse me Vejita, but I don't think it's any of your damn business what Bulma and I do!"
This enraged Vejita to the point of no return. "BAKA! Remember, I can kill you with a flick of my wrist!"
Yamcha suddenly found himself grabbed by the collar in a strangle hold. He began to desperately gasp for air.
"Vejita! Please! Please put him down..." Bulma lightly touched Vejita's arm. Tears were threatening once again to drip from her eyes.
The prince slowly set the man down. He then whispered dangerously into Yamcha's ear, "If you ever come near the human again, I won't hesitate to destroy you. And I'll do it slowly."
Yamcha through Bulma's rose to the ground. He started retreated, and as he did, He turned a muttered "I hope you're happy Bulma. We could have had something wonderful."
Bulma slowly met his gaze and whispered, "Yes Yamcha, but I think that in order to have something wonderful, you must give something wonderful. You just weren't the man for that."
As Yamcha disappeared in the white void once again, she was dangerously close to sobbing.
"Vejita, she whispered, why do I have to be alone? Why does anyone have to be alone?"
He found himself at a loss of words. He had always been alone. This is why he didn't think it wise to read minds. He began to question himself. Growing up in Freeza's armies hadn't exactly been a warm, loving, environment.
"Vejita? Is it always like this? What is it like in your dreams?'' Bulma asked innocently.
The Saiyan was surprised by her question, but quickly masked it. "Woman, there is no room for loneliness or any other emotion in a mind like mine. The will to fight and persevere is the only thing that keeps our bodies moving," Vejita sufficed. He really wasn't even so sure himself. He felt strongly about many things... including loneliness... His thoughts were interrupted when Bulma suddenly spoke up.
"Do you think you could show me? Show me your dreams, I mean. I don't know how, but I feel you have the power to show me." Bulma quickly added, "I mean, if you're not afraid..."
"What woman!? I fear nothing!" Bulma could sense her near victory. She added almost shyly, "Oh come on Vejita! You saw my dreams... it's only fair!"
"Woman, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into... my mind is NOTHING like yours." Vejita almost expected her to back down, but he wouldn't be so lucky.
"Please Vejita!" Bulma tried her best to bat her eyelashes.
Vejita felt absolutely disgusted with himself. * Here I am, the proud prince of a noble race, and I am actually going to submit to this females wishes! *
He silently reached out a hand to the woman, granting her permission to see into his soul.
He was right about one thing though.
They had absolutely no idea what they were getting into...
Hey! That's it for chapter two! Chapter three will be the dramatic point of the story, and my most favorite part! The enigma that is Vejita's mind!! (Ooh, sounds suspenseful, huh?) As before, please review! No flames, please! Thanks! I'll hurry with the next part! Hope you like it so far! Ja ne! Miayu
Oh! Last thing, I promise! I heard somewhere that if you die in a dream; you will die in real life. Probably not true, but I'm using in my story later anyway! That's it. Enough with my rambling, on with the story!
Dreams and Reality: Chapter 2
Miayu
Vejita kept turning circles. The white void he was surrounded in caused him to lose his bearings. It was still "snowing" heavily. But...what was that up ahead? Vejita squinted his eyes, and peered into the void as far as he could see. There it was1 Vejita could make out a figure, also clad in white.
It was her...Bulma.
Vejita tried to fly over to her, but he found that he could not take off. He was forced to walk over to her.
By the time he reached her, Vejita could see something was wrong. Even though Bulma had her back to him, Vejita could tell she was crying. She was dressed in a white, chiffon gown and her long hair was draped across her shoulders. Bulma's form sat crouched over, visibly shaking.
Vejita slowly reached a hand out to touch her shoulder, and even though he knew what he was feeling wasn't truly happening; touching her sent electric tingles up and down his arm.
Bulma reared back at his touch, tears still evident on her face.
"Vejita! What are you doing here?!" Bulma quickly tried to brush her eyes free of the moisture seeping through them.
"Why are you crying onna? What has happened?" Vejita tried to speak softly, but, as usual, it came out in his gruff tone instead.
"I should be asking what happened to bring you here! The only person I ever see in this place is...is...Yamcha." Bulma's tone softened considerably. Her eyes darted away to avoid looking in his intense pupils.
"Kami woman! That fool wouldn't know a good thing if it jumped up and bit him in the ass!" Vejita suddenly realized the impact of his words and a slight blush tinged across his cheeks. He immediately cursed himself for his foolishness.
Bulma let out a lighthearted laugh. * Now I know I'm dreaming! * Vejita had just somewhat complimented her!
It had ceased "snowing." Bulma found herself smiling at Vejita as the tears stopped falling from her eyes.
"Thanks Vejita... I needed that."
"Whatever."
They were staring at each other now. Vejita began to feel uncomfortable so he shifted his gaze to a figure slowly approaching them.
*Who the hell is that? * The prince found himself slightly angry towards anyone who interrupt him and the woman.
It was Yamcha.
He was dressed in solid black and held a single rose in his hand.
Bulma's eyes immediately grew wary as Vejita growled in pure disgust. * What is that baka doing here? * He slowly approached and out stretched the hand holding the rose. "Bulma... please, come back to me..." His voice seemed far off and distant, as if he was thinking about something else. Bulma knew what it was. He was wondering what Vejita was doing there.
"What are you looking at Vejita? What are you even doing here?" Yamcha narrowed his eyes at the prince, suspicious of his motives, Vejita standing so close to Bulma and all.
"I should ask the same of you human. Perhaps, the woman does not wish to listen to your incessant lying." Vejita answered smugly.
Bulma couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was Vejita actually defending her? Or did he dislike Yamcha so much that he just wanted to start an argument?
Yamcha was becoming infuriated. How dare that short excuse for a warrior question why he wanted to see Bulma! She had been his girl since the dawn of time, and he intended to keep it that way!
"Excuse me Vejita, but I don't think it's any of your damn business what Bulma and I do!"
This enraged Vejita to the point of no return. "BAKA! Remember, I can kill you with a flick of my wrist!"
Yamcha suddenly found himself grabbed by the collar in a strangle hold. He began to desperately gasp for air.
"Vejita! Please! Please put him down..." Bulma lightly touched Vejita's arm. Tears were threatening once again to drip from her eyes.
The prince slowly set the man down. He then whispered dangerously into Yamcha's ear, "If you ever come near the human again, I won't hesitate to destroy you. And I'll do it slowly."
Yamcha through Bulma's rose to the ground. He started retreated, and as he did, He turned a muttered "I hope you're happy Bulma. We could have had something wonderful."
Bulma slowly met his gaze and whispered, "Yes Yamcha, but I think that in order to have something wonderful, you must give something wonderful. You just weren't the man for that."
As Yamcha disappeared in the white void once again, she was dangerously close to sobbing.
"Vejita, she whispered, why do I have to be alone? Why does anyone have to be alone?"
He found himself at a loss of words. He had always been alone. This is why he didn't think it wise to read minds. He began to question himself. Growing up in Freeza's armies hadn't exactly been a warm, loving, environment.
"Vejita? Is it always like this? What is it like in your dreams?'' Bulma asked innocently.
The Saiyan was surprised by her question, but quickly masked it. "Woman, there is no room for loneliness or any other emotion in a mind like mine. The will to fight and persevere is the only thing that keeps our bodies moving," Vejita sufficed. He really wasn't even so sure himself. He felt strongly about many things... including loneliness... His thoughts were interrupted when Bulma suddenly spoke up.
"Do you think you could show me? Show me your dreams, I mean. I don't know how, but I feel you have the power to show me." Bulma quickly added, "I mean, if you're not afraid..."
"What woman!? I fear nothing!" Bulma could sense her near victory. She added almost shyly, "Oh come on Vejita! You saw my dreams... it's only fair!"
"Woman, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into... my mind is NOTHING like yours." Vejita almost expected her to back down, but he wouldn't be so lucky.
"Please Vejita!" Bulma tried her best to bat her eyelashes.
Vejita felt absolutely disgusted with himself. * Here I am, the proud prince of a noble race, and I am actually going to submit to this females wishes! *
He silently reached out a hand to the woman, granting her permission to see into his soul.
He was right about one thing though.
They had absolutely no idea what they were getting into...
Hey! That's it for chapter two! Chapter three will be the dramatic point of the story, and my most favorite part! The enigma that is Vejita's mind!! (Ooh, sounds suspenseful, huh?) As before, please review! No flames, please! Thanks! I'll hurry with the next part! Hope you like it so far! Ja ne! Miayu