Hey guys! This is your friendly Miayu here! This is the part where we explore Vejita's subconscious! Hope you all like!!! ;) Oh yeah, I don't own DBZ! This is gonna be mostly from Bulma's perspective!
Dreams and Reality: Chapter 3
Miayu
Bulma peered through the darkness she was surrounded by. When things began to come into focus, she was shocked by what she saw. There was a flat marble floor below her feet, and the walls appeared to be made of red marble. She turned her gaze up to the ceiling, and was amazed when there appeared to be an endless expanse of space.
"Are we... are we here?" Bulma stammered. Vejita just stared at her. He finally found his tongue. "Yes woman. If you want to stay, you must listen to me. Do not wander off, simply follow me. That is all I will command of you." Vejita said stoically.
The blue haired female was so shocked that Vejita would allow her into his mind that she readily agreed. They began to walk at a quickened pace, as Vejita wanted to get this over as soon as possible. Bulma had to struggle just to keep with his speed.
"Vejita! Slow down! I want to look around!"
"Woman! I am already uncomfortable with this arrangement as it is! Sight seeing was not part of the deal! You just wanted to come here! That doesn't include a grand tour! Vejita answered hotly.
Bulma had thought a change was beginning to take place in the saiyan, but obviously she was wrong. "Damnit Vejita! Can you just be kind for one whole second!?!" To Bulma's slight terror she found tears threatening to spill from her eyes once again. She'd been doing a lot of that lately; crying.
Vejita just started walking again. He didn't know how to deal with emotional females, after all; he was a killer, not some pansy.
Bulma had had enough of his attitude. She spun off from him and began running in the opposite direction before he even turned around to face her.
Bulma kept on sprinting, not really knowing where she was headed. Suddenly, to her side, she noticed a door. This was one BIG door. It stood about twenty-foot high and was made out what appeared to be opaque reddish tinted glass. Bulma slowed to a stop and hesitantly reached out to touch it. She gasped when she felt the glass was freezing. That's when she noticed a sign to her left. It was written in what she concluded was saiyan. She traced her fingers across the symbols, and below them, appeared written in Japanese: Memories.
She reached out to open the door, ignoring the chill touching it sent up her spine. She was greeted by a pitch-black void.
Bulma stumbled bindly inwards, apparently unafraid. She reached her arms out to guide her, and started when she touched a smooth surface. Then, an entire wall seemed to glow and a scene played before her that shocked Bulma beyond belief.
On the "screen" before her appeared a man who looked much like Vejita, but was a bit stockier. He had an air about him also like Vejita did, but even more arrogant, if that was at all possible. He turned to face a young boy who came into focus.
Vejita.
"Brat! Get over here now! I have some news for your useless ass!" the man bellowed. Bulma deduced him to be Vejita's father. She again looked at Vejita. He couldn't have been anymore than six.
"Yes father?" Vejita asked. He appeared to be rather timid of the man. Bulma soon found out why.
She screamed as Vejita was backhanded across the room. He started sniffling, trying to hold it in. His father spoke again.
"There you go again brat! Proving to me that you are weak! You were destined to become a great Super Saiyan! I have had you trained by the best, yet you still have not transformed! I have no need for weak links in the Saiyan Empire! You are WORTHLESS boy! Vejita's father spat with contempt. He spoke again. "There is an alien boy, who has an interest in taking in young males for his special "training". You would be perfect. I know longer have any use for you, and Lord Freeza is willing to give a large is willing to give me a rather large sum in return for you...I want you out of my sight until Freeza comes to get you."
Bulma could tell Vejita was beyond shocked and desperately hoping he was hearing things.
"Father! You can't mean this... I'll...I'll try harder, I swear! Please, oh please, don't me make go!" Vejita had begun sobbing uncontrollably now. His father looked down at him with pure hatred in his eyes. "I thought I said get out of my slight brat! Leave me!"
Vejita looked up at his father, unadulterated hatred radiating from his tiny form. He then spat out the last words he would ever say to the king. "Old man... you are the weak link of this empire... I hate you."
He rose to leave, returning to his room. Staring out the window, a ship appeared to be rapidly approaching. Freeza. Vejita let out a sad sigh as he wondered what his new life would be like...
Bulma gasped as the image began to fade. Is that why Vejita was so obsessed with becoming a Super Saiyan? To prove his father wrong? Bulma didn't have much time to dwindle on the thought as another image began to play. This one being much more disturbing.
"Vejita! Come here this instant!" An alien that Bulma recognized as Freeza awaited Vejita. The Saiyan entered the ship's control room. This time he appeared to be around sixteen years of age. "Yes, Freeza?" Vejita asked, as if saying it hurt him. Suddenly a tail came into view, making contact with Vejita's side. He tried not to double over as the hit sent searing pain shooting up and the length of his body.
"You must always answer me with 'Yes, Master Freeza?' You are my slave, and never forget that," Freeza replied haughtily. "Excuse me, ...Freeza. It seems you are sadly mistaken if you believe I will submit to your will," Vejita retorted coldly.
Freeza went absolutely livid. In a flash he was behind Vejita. He grabbed the prince by the neck and spun him around to be mere inches from his face. Vejita was helpless against the tyrant's much greater strength. The saiyan's oxygen supply was slowly depleting.
"Boy, Freeza said between clenched teeth, You WILL submit to me... even if I have to beat you to an early grave for you to come to your senses." Vejita could only be pushed so far. He spat right in Freeza's face. The tyrant threw him to the ground and shook with absolutely blinding fury. "Ape, you have gone too far..."
Then the beating began. Bulma had to look away. She didn't see how anyone, even a saiyan, could survive such a pummeling. She vaguely realized she was crying again. She cried for the way Vejita had been molded. The scene faded away and another started again. A much different one...
She didn't at first recognize where it was taking place, but then she realized it was her bedroom. She was lying on the bed and nearby sat a very stoic Vejita.
* When did this happen? * Bulma realized from a view of a calendar on a nearby wall that this was the week that Vejita overloaded the Gravity Chamber and had almost died in the explosion. After digging him out of the rubble, she would sit up every night and talk to his unconscious form. She would discuss new inventions, her family life... and her relationship problems. On the last night of his recovery, she discovered herself waking up in her own bed. She always wandered how she got there...and now she knew.
In the image Vejita began to lean in to her form, his face resting a few inches from her own. To add to the bizarre behavior, he began to speak. It was so quiet; Bulma could barely hear it. Even if she could though, it wouldn't have done her any good. Vejita was speaking in a tongue foreign to her ears. It was saiyan. Though she couldn't comprehend, she knew he was having trouble saying it.
Someone was behind her. Bulma turned away from the screen to see a VERY pissed Vejita behind her.
"WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!?" Bulma was now truly scared. She had never seen Vejita this mad. He looked like he wanted to kill her on the spot.
"WOMAN! I ORDERED YOU TO FOLLOW ME! KUSO!" Vejita was so mad he was practically shaking. * The woman is not supposed to be here! She...She...can't see these things! They're not meant for her to see! I should have known better than to let her come here! *
Bulma finally found her voice. It came out a little more timid than she expected. "I'm...so sorry Vejita. I...I...never imagined your life had been so...brutal." Vejita sent a death glare her direction.
"Do not presume to no anything about me or my past baka!" Vejita spat viciously. "Get out."
"Vejita, I said I'm sorry! I was just so upset at you yelling at me that I ran and..."
Vejita cut her off. "I SAID GET OUT!"
Bulma once again ran past him, too frightened to stop. * Oh Kami! I...I thought he was changing! I...I thought that he...liked me..."She was running blindly, as before. Another door soon came into view. Being to scared to stop and see what the door said, she ran hurriedly inside and shut it behind her. If she had paused long enough, she would have seen that the door, in clearly marked Japanese characters read: DEATHS.
Bulma was met with a smell that made her knees go weak. The metallic smell of blood hung in the air. * Where am I? * Suddenly, everything came into focus. Bulma screamed at what she saw.
She was in a room with no walls, no floor, and no ceiling. But that's not what frightened her. There were millions, perhaps billions of aliens in the infinite space.
One slowly approached her. It was the blue skinned 'cute' alien from Nameck. Zarbon. "Well, well, well. And what do we have here? Another trophy to add to the people Vejita has killed?" he asked.
"What is this place? Who are all of you?" Bulma asked, feeling a deep dread in the pit of her stomach.
"Well don't you know love? This is where all the people that Vejita has killed or the lives that he has destroyed go. We are locked in this place, causing misery to the damned saiyan for the rest of his life. You see love, Vejita feels guilty about killing most of us. He was commanded by Lord Freeza to exterminate whole civilizations. We are in his mind and dreams everyday to remind him of the choices he made...and the lives he destroyed. So when did he do you in, love?"
Bulma hesitated before answering. "Well, Vejita hasn't killed me. He's just letting me kinda visit."
"What! You aren't dead? The saiyan must really care for you, miss. Letting you into his thoughts and all."
The thought had never really crossed her mind. "Well, I suppose he does."
A figure appeared from behind Zarbon. "It's our job to destroy anything that the prince cares for," he said menacingly.
Bulma immediately recognized the man from one of the prince's memories. Vejita's father.
"Bastard! Bulma screamed, What are doing here? I thought you were killed by the blast from Freeza that destroyed Vejitisai!"
"I am, but I'm one of the many lives that Vejita destroyed. His weakness caused Freeza to attack and destroy our world. His inability to become a Super Saiyan damned our race." He added chillingly.
"That's where you're wrong, you coward! You beat and gave up your own son because of his inability to meet your standards at the time!?! YOU are the weak one!"
Bulma discovered herself in a chokehold, her feet dangling inches above the ground.
"If I kill you in this world, onna, you will die in the psychical plain. The body cannot live without the mind."
Bulma saw flashes of colors dancing before her eyes, as she slowly slipped into unconsciousness...
"PUT THE WOMAN DOWN NOW!"
Bulma snapped back to consciousness. Vejita...was here! Not only that, but he was a Super saiyan1
"Well son, long time no see! What brings you here? This pathetic excuse for a female?"
"I said put her down..." Vejita's teal eyes were transfixed on his father.
"What can you do to me boy? I'm already dead!"
"I've figured it out now father... all my life I've felt that my failure to become a Super Saiyan is the thing that determined the destruction of our race. The woman's made me see that you were shifting the guilt to me because YOU failed to reach this goal...this standard that you had set for yourself, and me...So as I said before, put her down. You will no longer plague my dreams."
Bulma felt herself being slowly dropped. * He's letting me go! Thank Kami! Now...I can be with Vejita again! *
She began to walk slowly up to the prince, smile from ear to ear. Then she felt it. An indescribable pain. She looked at her stomach. Blood was uncontrollably pouring from a wound caused by a ki blast shot by Vejita's father.
" One last parting gift, boy," he whispered, as he slowly faded into nothingness.
"Vejita...help me..." Bulma felt her legs give out.
Vejita was beside her in a flash. * No! Oh Kami, No! This is all my fault...* "Hold on woman! Don't close your eyes! Look at me damnit!" By now Vejita was panicking. His hands were soaked with Bulma's blood. If she died here, her body would shut down in the real world. He couldn't let that happen. He...loved her too much.
Bulma quietly spoke up, "Vejita...that night you talked to me in saiyan, what did you say?"
Vejita stared at her, trying to keep the moisture out of his eyes. "I said.... I said if you were my mate woman, I'd never let anything happen to you... I guess I've failed..."
"I love you Vejita..."
"No! Don't you leave me! You can't get up!" Suddenly an idea came to Vejita.
"Hold on woman, just hold on! I'll be right back!"
*Kami I hope this works! *
Vejita snapped into conscious in the real world. Bulma lay on the floor in the same position she was lying in in the dream world. Vejita tore to his dresser, grabbing a senzu bean from the drawer. If he focused enough, he could transport objects into his thoughts. He just hoped he wasn't too late... He ran into Bulma's room and saw she was still breathing, but it was very shallow.
Holding the bean in one hand and Bulma's limp arm in the other, he hurled himself back...to save the one he loved.
When he arrived, she was barely hanging on. Bulma's stubborn will wouldn't let her give up until she heard the words come from Vejita's lips.
He cradled her head in his hand as she swallowed the senzu. Bulma felt the healing power course through her as her wound slowly closed.
Vejita looked down at her...with harshness totally erased from his features. It was time to wake up... While Vejita's mind prepared them for reentry, he whispered one last thing.
"I love you... woman..."
Vejita woke up once again, but this time with Bulma in his arms. She slowly began to open her eyes.
* What if she thinks it was only a dream? What if she doesn't remember? *
Bulma shifted her gaze upward to meet Vejita's dark pupils. She spoke.
"Vejita? You know, you've always been in my dreams...Now you'll be there forever..."
He realized she remembered everything, and she wanted him to stay with her, always...
"But Vejita, just one thing. Next time, let's just stick to my dreams. Yours are a little dark."
"They're changing woman, now that you're there."
"I love you Vejita."
"I love you too, Bulma."
They then fell to sleep in each others arms, dreams filled with their true loves... each other.
Ahhh...ain't that cute! Didn't mean to get all mushy at the end...kinda just happened1 Hope all like! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease Review! This was my first fic after all! I want to know how I did! I'll try to write another next week, okay? My email address is kat_belldandy@yahoo.com! See ya'll later!!!!!
Ja ne, Miayu!
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Dreams and Reality: Chapter 3
Miayu
Bulma peered through the darkness she was surrounded by. When things began to come into focus, she was shocked by what she saw. There was a flat marble floor below her feet, and the walls appeared to be made of red marble. She turned her gaze up to the ceiling, and was amazed when there appeared to be an endless expanse of space.
"Are we... are we here?" Bulma stammered. Vejita just stared at her. He finally found his tongue. "Yes woman. If you want to stay, you must listen to me. Do not wander off, simply follow me. That is all I will command of you." Vejita said stoically.
The blue haired female was so shocked that Vejita would allow her into his mind that she readily agreed. They began to walk at a quickened pace, as Vejita wanted to get this over as soon as possible. Bulma had to struggle just to keep with his speed.
"Vejita! Slow down! I want to look around!"
"Woman! I am already uncomfortable with this arrangement as it is! Sight seeing was not part of the deal! You just wanted to come here! That doesn't include a grand tour! Vejita answered hotly.
Bulma had thought a change was beginning to take place in the saiyan, but obviously she was wrong. "Damnit Vejita! Can you just be kind for one whole second!?!" To Bulma's slight terror she found tears threatening to spill from her eyes once again. She'd been doing a lot of that lately; crying.
Vejita just started walking again. He didn't know how to deal with emotional females, after all; he was a killer, not some pansy.
Bulma had had enough of his attitude. She spun off from him and began running in the opposite direction before he even turned around to face her.
Bulma kept on sprinting, not really knowing where she was headed. Suddenly, to her side, she noticed a door. This was one BIG door. It stood about twenty-foot high and was made out what appeared to be opaque reddish tinted glass. Bulma slowed to a stop and hesitantly reached out to touch it. She gasped when she felt the glass was freezing. That's when she noticed a sign to her left. It was written in what she concluded was saiyan. She traced her fingers across the symbols, and below them, appeared written in Japanese: Memories.
She reached out to open the door, ignoring the chill touching it sent up her spine. She was greeted by a pitch-black void.
Bulma stumbled bindly inwards, apparently unafraid. She reached her arms out to guide her, and started when she touched a smooth surface. Then, an entire wall seemed to glow and a scene played before her that shocked Bulma beyond belief.
On the "screen" before her appeared a man who looked much like Vejita, but was a bit stockier. He had an air about him also like Vejita did, but even more arrogant, if that was at all possible. He turned to face a young boy who came into focus.
Vejita.
"Brat! Get over here now! I have some news for your useless ass!" the man bellowed. Bulma deduced him to be Vejita's father. She again looked at Vejita. He couldn't have been anymore than six.
"Yes father?" Vejita asked. He appeared to be rather timid of the man. Bulma soon found out why.
She screamed as Vejita was backhanded across the room. He started sniffling, trying to hold it in. His father spoke again.
"There you go again brat! Proving to me that you are weak! You were destined to become a great Super Saiyan! I have had you trained by the best, yet you still have not transformed! I have no need for weak links in the Saiyan Empire! You are WORTHLESS boy! Vejita's father spat with contempt. He spoke again. "There is an alien boy, who has an interest in taking in young males for his special "training". You would be perfect. I know longer have any use for you, and Lord Freeza is willing to give a large is willing to give me a rather large sum in return for you...I want you out of my sight until Freeza comes to get you."
Bulma could tell Vejita was beyond shocked and desperately hoping he was hearing things.
"Father! You can't mean this... I'll...I'll try harder, I swear! Please, oh please, don't me make go!" Vejita had begun sobbing uncontrollably now. His father looked down at him with pure hatred in his eyes. "I thought I said get out of my slight brat! Leave me!"
Vejita looked up at his father, unadulterated hatred radiating from his tiny form. He then spat out the last words he would ever say to the king. "Old man... you are the weak link of this empire... I hate you."
He rose to leave, returning to his room. Staring out the window, a ship appeared to be rapidly approaching. Freeza. Vejita let out a sad sigh as he wondered what his new life would be like...
Bulma gasped as the image began to fade. Is that why Vejita was so obsessed with becoming a Super Saiyan? To prove his father wrong? Bulma didn't have much time to dwindle on the thought as another image began to play. This one being much more disturbing.
"Vejita! Come here this instant!" An alien that Bulma recognized as Freeza awaited Vejita. The Saiyan entered the ship's control room. This time he appeared to be around sixteen years of age. "Yes, Freeza?" Vejita asked, as if saying it hurt him. Suddenly a tail came into view, making contact with Vejita's side. He tried not to double over as the hit sent searing pain shooting up and the length of his body.
"You must always answer me with 'Yes, Master Freeza?' You are my slave, and never forget that," Freeza replied haughtily. "Excuse me, ...Freeza. It seems you are sadly mistaken if you believe I will submit to your will," Vejita retorted coldly.
Freeza went absolutely livid. In a flash he was behind Vejita. He grabbed the prince by the neck and spun him around to be mere inches from his face. Vejita was helpless against the tyrant's much greater strength. The saiyan's oxygen supply was slowly depleting.
"Boy, Freeza said between clenched teeth, You WILL submit to me... even if I have to beat you to an early grave for you to come to your senses." Vejita could only be pushed so far. He spat right in Freeza's face. The tyrant threw him to the ground and shook with absolutely blinding fury. "Ape, you have gone too far..."
Then the beating began. Bulma had to look away. She didn't see how anyone, even a saiyan, could survive such a pummeling. She vaguely realized she was crying again. She cried for the way Vejita had been molded. The scene faded away and another started again. A much different one...
She didn't at first recognize where it was taking place, but then she realized it was her bedroom. She was lying on the bed and nearby sat a very stoic Vejita.
* When did this happen? * Bulma realized from a view of a calendar on a nearby wall that this was the week that Vejita overloaded the Gravity Chamber and had almost died in the explosion. After digging him out of the rubble, she would sit up every night and talk to his unconscious form. She would discuss new inventions, her family life... and her relationship problems. On the last night of his recovery, she discovered herself waking up in her own bed. She always wandered how she got there...and now she knew.
In the image Vejita began to lean in to her form, his face resting a few inches from her own. To add to the bizarre behavior, he began to speak. It was so quiet; Bulma could barely hear it. Even if she could though, it wouldn't have done her any good. Vejita was speaking in a tongue foreign to her ears. It was saiyan. Though she couldn't comprehend, she knew he was having trouble saying it.
Someone was behind her. Bulma turned away from the screen to see a VERY pissed Vejita behind her.
"WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!?" Bulma was now truly scared. She had never seen Vejita this mad. He looked like he wanted to kill her on the spot.
"WOMAN! I ORDERED YOU TO FOLLOW ME! KUSO!" Vejita was so mad he was practically shaking. * The woman is not supposed to be here! She...She...can't see these things! They're not meant for her to see! I should have known better than to let her come here! *
Bulma finally found her voice. It came out a little more timid than she expected. "I'm...so sorry Vejita. I...I...never imagined your life had been so...brutal." Vejita sent a death glare her direction.
"Do not presume to no anything about me or my past baka!" Vejita spat viciously. "Get out."
"Vejita, I said I'm sorry! I was just so upset at you yelling at me that I ran and..."
Vejita cut her off. "I SAID GET OUT!"
Bulma once again ran past him, too frightened to stop. * Oh Kami! I...I thought he was changing! I...I thought that he...liked me..."She was running blindly, as before. Another door soon came into view. Being to scared to stop and see what the door said, she ran hurriedly inside and shut it behind her. If she had paused long enough, she would have seen that the door, in clearly marked Japanese characters read: DEATHS.
Bulma was met with a smell that made her knees go weak. The metallic smell of blood hung in the air. * Where am I? * Suddenly, everything came into focus. Bulma screamed at what she saw.
She was in a room with no walls, no floor, and no ceiling. But that's not what frightened her. There were millions, perhaps billions of aliens in the infinite space.
One slowly approached her. It was the blue skinned 'cute' alien from Nameck. Zarbon. "Well, well, well. And what do we have here? Another trophy to add to the people Vejita has killed?" he asked.
"What is this place? Who are all of you?" Bulma asked, feeling a deep dread in the pit of her stomach.
"Well don't you know love? This is where all the people that Vejita has killed or the lives that he has destroyed go. We are locked in this place, causing misery to the damned saiyan for the rest of his life. You see love, Vejita feels guilty about killing most of us. He was commanded by Lord Freeza to exterminate whole civilizations. We are in his mind and dreams everyday to remind him of the choices he made...and the lives he destroyed. So when did he do you in, love?"
Bulma hesitated before answering. "Well, Vejita hasn't killed me. He's just letting me kinda visit."
"What! You aren't dead? The saiyan must really care for you, miss. Letting you into his thoughts and all."
The thought had never really crossed her mind. "Well, I suppose he does."
A figure appeared from behind Zarbon. "It's our job to destroy anything that the prince cares for," he said menacingly.
Bulma immediately recognized the man from one of the prince's memories. Vejita's father.
"Bastard! Bulma screamed, What are doing here? I thought you were killed by the blast from Freeza that destroyed Vejitisai!"
"I am, but I'm one of the many lives that Vejita destroyed. His weakness caused Freeza to attack and destroy our world. His inability to become a Super Saiyan damned our race." He added chillingly.
"That's where you're wrong, you coward! You beat and gave up your own son because of his inability to meet your standards at the time!?! YOU are the weak one!"
Bulma discovered herself in a chokehold, her feet dangling inches above the ground.
"If I kill you in this world, onna, you will die in the psychical plain. The body cannot live without the mind."
Bulma saw flashes of colors dancing before her eyes, as she slowly slipped into unconsciousness...
"PUT THE WOMAN DOWN NOW!"
Bulma snapped back to consciousness. Vejita...was here! Not only that, but he was a Super saiyan1
"Well son, long time no see! What brings you here? This pathetic excuse for a female?"
"I said put her down..." Vejita's teal eyes were transfixed on his father.
"What can you do to me boy? I'm already dead!"
"I've figured it out now father... all my life I've felt that my failure to become a Super Saiyan is the thing that determined the destruction of our race. The woman's made me see that you were shifting the guilt to me because YOU failed to reach this goal...this standard that you had set for yourself, and me...So as I said before, put her down. You will no longer plague my dreams."
Bulma felt herself being slowly dropped. * He's letting me go! Thank Kami! Now...I can be with Vejita again! *
She began to walk slowly up to the prince, smile from ear to ear. Then she felt it. An indescribable pain. She looked at her stomach. Blood was uncontrollably pouring from a wound caused by a ki blast shot by Vejita's father.
" One last parting gift, boy," he whispered, as he slowly faded into nothingness.
"Vejita...help me..." Bulma felt her legs give out.
Vejita was beside her in a flash. * No! Oh Kami, No! This is all my fault...* "Hold on woman! Don't close your eyes! Look at me damnit!" By now Vejita was panicking. His hands were soaked with Bulma's blood. If she died here, her body would shut down in the real world. He couldn't let that happen. He...loved her too much.
Bulma quietly spoke up, "Vejita...that night you talked to me in saiyan, what did you say?"
Vejita stared at her, trying to keep the moisture out of his eyes. "I said.... I said if you were my mate woman, I'd never let anything happen to you... I guess I've failed..."
"I love you Vejita..."
"No! Don't you leave me! You can't get up!" Suddenly an idea came to Vejita.
"Hold on woman, just hold on! I'll be right back!"
*Kami I hope this works! *
Vejita snapped into conscious in the real world. Bulma lay on the floor in the same position she was lying in in the dream world. Vejita tore to his dresser, grabbing a senzu bean from the drawer. If he focused enough, he could transport objects into his thoughts. He just hoped he wasn't too late... He ran into Bulma's room and saw she was still breathing, but it was very shallow.
Holding the bean in one hand and Bulma's limp arm in the other, he hurled himself back...to save the one he loved.
When he arrived, she was barely hanging on. Bulma's stubborn will wouldn't let her give up until she heard the words come from Vejita's lips.
He cradled her head in his hand as she swallowed the senzu. Bulma felt the healing power course through her as her wound slowly closed.
Vejita looked down at her...with harshness totally erased from his features. It was time to wake up... While Vejita's mind prepared them for reentry, he whispered one last thing.
"I love you... woman..."
Vejita woke up once again, but this time with Bulma in his arms. She slowly began to open her eyes.
* What if she thinks it was only a dream? What if she doesn't remember? *
Bulma shifted her gaze upward to meet Vejita's dark pupils. She spoke.
"Vejita? You know, you've always been in my dreams...Now you'll be there forever..."
He realized she remembered everything, and she wanted him to stay with her, always...
"But Vejita, just one thing. Next time, let's just stick to my dreams. Yours are a little dark."
"They're changing woman, now that you're there."
"I love you Vejita."
"I love you too, Bulma."
They then fell to sleep in each others arms, dreams filled with their true loves... each other.
Ahhh...ain't that cute! Didn't mean to get all mushy at the end...kinda just happened1 Hope all like! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease Review! This was my first fic after all! I want to know how I did! I'll try to write another next week, okay? My email address is kat_belldandy@yahoo.com! See ya'll later!!!!!
Ja ne, Miayu!
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