The next chapter...since you all have been wanting more. Wasn't quite sure what to write, but came up with a nightmare sequence from Vegeta...don't know, you all give some ideas...see what you think.
~~~Dream~~~
"You stupid monkey...how dare you defy me." Frieza ordered, smacking the young prince across the jaw with his massive tail. "Why can't you take simple orders, and do as I ask?! I will not tolerate this Prince Vegeta. If you defy me, I will make you pay. You and your stupid Saiyan race, you never know when to quit. If you keep up with this ludicrous attitude of yours..." Freiza said as he wrapped his tail around the Prince's neck and smirked, "then I surely will show you how to act."
"I am sorry Lord Frieza..." Vegeta replied as best he could through the constricting situation he was in, " I've done everything you ask of me..."
Frieza cut him off, wrapping his tail tighter around his neck and replied, "Then start acting like the Prince you should, and do not defy me again! You hear me you stupid saiyan monkey!" He let the grip go of his tail, and the Prince dropped to the ground, kicking him in the side as he walked out. Zarbon and Dordoria snickered in the background, amazed that the young prince had been dropped to such a level unable to defend himself.
Vegeta glared at them maliciously. How dare they think him weak, and humiliate him. He was only eight years old, almost nine, and he knew that one day he would destroy the tyrant that berated him so. He was exceptionally strong for his age, and had a temper to match much like his own father's. The difference was that he was not going to cater to the clown Freiza like his father did. He was mad that his father had sold him off to Frieza within the blink of an eye, and then did nothing in his power stand up to him. On top of that he had recently received the news that a meteor destroyed his planet and everyone was killed, including his father. `How could he do this?' He thought, `and leave me here with this bastard!' He clenched his fists in anger ready to blast anyone that came within walking distance of him at this point. His thoughts were interrupted by the voice of Zarbon, "Well, well Prince Vegeta. Didn't think that you would ever be brought to your knees. Quite humorous
really."
"Be quiet Zarbon. You do not talk to me in such a manner, or I will blast you into the next dimension!" Vegeta yelled sounding years older than the little boy body he was captured in.
"Whatever Vegeta, you're no better than that low-level father of yours," Zarbon said, as he grabbed Vegeta by the collar, and dragged him down the hallway. "Master Freiza thinks you're getting too arrogant for your own good, and its due time for you to be reprimanded."
Vegeta's energy flared up and he struggled to get away from Zarbon's grip and blast him to pieces.
"Zarbon I will kill you, don't think I am not capable."
"Shut your mouth monkey boy." Zarbon said has he flung Vegeta into the basement of the ship, a place that he had come to know all to often. A place that many times he had been beaten senseless by the stupid green goon, and his fat pink friend. It was always Frieza's orders to have Zarbon and the others keep him in line when something didn't go right. He had in fact never done anything that was beyond what Frieza asked of him. He was promised that if he did nothing would happen to his father, but Frieza was obviously one to break any promise. Frieza was not someone to stand by his word, unless he was about to obliterate someone to ashes.
Vegeta looked up in the dark pit of the basement, awaiting the thrashing that he was about to receive. There was nothing he could do right now, but when he was older this would no longer happen. He would make sure of it. He was the Prince of Saiyan's, a warrior race, and he was not one to be treated like a dog. They all would pay for this. His thoughts were cut short as he was landed a blow to the head...~~~
Vegeta suddenly jolted up in bed; sweat dripping down his face and strands of hair falling from his widow's peak. He tried to steady his breathing as he cupped his head in his hands. Another nightmare. Recently, they had steadily grown worse over the past months, ever since the Cell horror had ended. Before, his many nightmares of his past had reduced down to once every couple of months. However, the recent events had opened old wounds, and brought forth otherwise. Along with Bulma ignoring him before, it hadn't helped matters in the slightest. `Yet, she was here now, so why were these thoughts coming to haunt him now?' He thought. He felt a delicate hand trace down his back in hopes to relieve the energy and heat that surrounded him. He huffed and looked to the wall. No matter the circumstances he was in, he was always in a black void, in a world all to himself.
"Vegeta?" The blue-haired woman asked shakily.
"What?" He said in a stormy voice, still looking into the wall.
She wiped the sweat from his brow, and traced his scowl, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine woman. Go back to bed." He growled, pushing her hand away.
She looked down to his hands that were gripping the sheets. Ten minutes had passed, but he still had not come down from the trance he was in. He was too proud to ever admit anything was wrong with him, but she knew better. He had done this many times, and tonight was no different. Since she had known him, he had always at some point in time woken from his sleep shaking violently. She knew that with the kind of past he had lived, it was only natural that he would react like that. He had lived so many years in bondage with Frieza, and had things happen to him that would probably make her shudder to think about. She had neglected him for some time, and realized that many nights he awoke like this from his slumber; and she had ignored it. Now was not the time to disregard the situation, not after they had just found their way back into each other's arms for what seemed like years. Much to his disliking, Bulma tugged at his hand, and looked into his eyes...his cold black eyes
that could be so easily misunderstood. He grunted and pushed her away. Then without his consent she pulled his head down to her chest as she lay back down.
He struggled to pull away, but something in him needed her comfort. He was not typically a man to need anything from anyone, but from this woman in some unusual way he had needed her for some time. She stroked his hair and neck willing him to calm down and fall to back to sleep. His arms wrapped around her waist as she continued to run her fingers across his neck. Her touch slowed down as she felt his breathing come back down to a normal level. His eyelids eased slowly until he could not keep them open anymore as he drifted off to sleep once again. Bulma ran her fingers through his hair again and kissed him lightly on the forehead. Even if he would never show that he needed comfort, she would be there to give it to him. She had neglected him before, and now that she knew the kind of moods he could go into...she was no longer going to make that mistake. No matter how hard she tried to fight it, she loved this proud Saiyan warrior.
~~~Dream~~~
"You stupid monkey...how dare you defy me." Frieza ordered, smacking the young prince across the jaw with his massive tail. "Why can't you take simple orders, and do as I ask?! I will not tolerate this Prince Vegeta. If you defy me, I will make you pay. You and your stupid Saiyan race, you never know when to quit. If you keep up with this ludicrous attitude of yours..." Freiza said as he wrapped his tail around the Prince's neck and smirked, "then I surely will show you how to act."
"I am sorry Lord Frieza..." Vegeta replied as best he could through the constricting situation he was in, " I've done everything you ask of me..."
Frieza cut him off, wrapping his tail tighter around his neck and replied, "Then start acting like the Prince you should, and do not defy me again! You hear me you stupid saiyan monkey!" He let the grip go of his tail, and the Prince dropped to the ground, kicking him in the side as he walked out. Zarbon and Dordoria snickered in the background, amazed that the young prince had been dropped to such a level unable to defend himself.
Vegeta glared at them maliciously. How dare they think him weak, and humiliate him. He was only eight years old, almost nine, and he knew that one day he would destroy the tyrant that berated him so. He was exceptionally strong for his age, and had a temper to match much like his own father's. The difference was that he was not going to cater to the clown Freiza like his father did. He was mad that his father had sold him off to Frieza within the blink of an eye, and then did nothing in his power stand up to him. On top of that he had recently received the news that a meteor destroyed his planet and everyone was killed, including his father. `How could he do this?' He thought, `and leave me here with this bastard!' He clenched his fists in anger ready to blast anyone that came within walking distance of him at this point. His thoughts were interrupted by the voice of Zarbon, "Well, well Prince Vegeta. Didn't think that you would ever be brought to your knees. Quite humorous
really."
"Be quiet Zarbon. You do not talk to me in such a manner, or I will blast you into the next dimension!" Vegeta yelled sounding years older than the little boy body he was captured in.
"Whatever Vegeta, you're no better than that low-level father of yours," Zarbon said, as he grabbed Vegeta by the collar, and dragged him down the hallway. "Master Freiza thinks you're getting too arrogant for your own good, and its due time for you to be reprimanded."
Vegeta's energy flared up and he struggled to get away from Zarbon's grip and blast him to pieces.
"Zarbon I will kill you, don't think I am not capable."
"Shut your mouth monkey boy." Zarbon said has he flung Vegeta into the basement of the ship, a place that he had come to know all to often. A place that many times he had been beaten senseless by the stupid green goon, and his fat pink friend. It was always Frieza's orders to have Zarbon and the others keep him in line when something didn't go right. He had in fact never done anything that was beyond what Frieza asked of him. He was promised that if he did nothing would happen to his father, but Frieza was obviously one to break any promise. Frieza was not someone to stand by his word, unless he was about to obliterate someone to ashes.
Vegeta looked up in the dark pit of the basement, awaiting the thrashing that he was about to receive. There was nothing he could do right now, but when he was older this would no longer happen. He would make sure of it. He was the Prince of Saiyan's, a warrior race, and he was not one to be treated like a dog. They all would pay for this. His thoughts were cut short as he was landed a blow to the head...~~~
Vegeta suddenly jolted up in bed; sweat dripping down his face and strands of hair falling from his widow's peak. He tried to steady his breathing as he cupped his head in his hands. Another nightmare. Recently, they had steadily grown worse over the past months, ever since the Cell horror had ended. Before, his many nightmares of his past had reduced down to once every couple of months. However, the recent events had opened old wounds, and brought forth otherwise. Along with Bulma ignoring him before, it hadn't helped matters in the slightest. `Yet, she was here now, so why were these thoughts coming to haunt him now?' He thought. He felt a delicate hand trace down his back in hopes to relieve the energy and heat that surrounded him. He huffed and looked to the wall. No matter the circumstances he was in, he was always in a black void, in a world all to himself.
"Vegeta?" The blue-haired woman asked shakily.
"What?" He said in a stormy voice, still looking into the wall.
She wiped the sweat from his brow, and traced his scowl, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine woman. Go back to bed." He growled, pushing her hand away.
She looked down to his hands that were gripping the sheets. Ten minutes had passed, but he still had not come down from the trance he was in. He was too proud to ever admit anything was wrong with him, but she knew better. He had done this many times, and tonight was no different. Since she had known him, he had always at some point in time woken from his sleep shaking violently. She knew that with the kind of past he had lived, it was only natural that he would react like that. He had lived so many years in bondage with Frieza, and had things happen to him that would probably make her shudder to think about. She had neglected him for some time, and realized that many nights he awoke like this from his slumber; and she had ignored it. Now was not the time to disregard the situation, not after they had just found their way back into each other's arms for what seemed like years. Much to his disliking, Bulma tugged at his hand, and looked into his eyes...his cold black eyes
that could be so easily misunderstood. He grunted and pushed her away. Then without his consent she pulled his head down to her chest as she lay back down.
He struggled to pull away, but something in him needed her comfort. He was not typically a man to need anything from anyone, but from this woman in some unusual way he had needed her for some time. She stroked his hair and neck willing him to calm down and fall to back to sleep. His arms wrapped around her waist as she continued to run her fingers across his neck. Her touch slowed down as she felt his breathing come back down to a normal level. His eyelids eased slowly until he could not keep them open anymore as he drifted off to sleep once again. Bulma ran her fingers through his hair again and kissed him lightly on the forehead. Even if he would never show that he needed comfort, she would be there to give it to him. She had neglected him before, and now that she knew the kind of moods he could go into...she was no longer going to make that mistake. No matter how hard she tried to fight it, she loved this proud Saiyan warrior.
