Chapter 10 up finally…enjoy, and let me know what you think!



Bulma shut and locked the big door to the capsule corp building. Her parents were asleep, as well as the baby. The last to leave the gathering was ChiChi and Gohan, and her thoughts were with them still. She could sense ChiChi's pain, and knew what it was like to lose someone. In a way she had just lost her son, but she felt in her heart that he would be fine, and hoped that he would return one day. However, with ChiChi, Goku never seemed to stick around for very long. Every time he came back, some evil character was out to get him, and that was the end of that. All she could do was be there for her friend, and help out. Looking around at the mess she sighed and proceeded to pick up. Plates and cups surrounded the living quarters, as well as the kitchen. 'This is going to be a long night,' she thought. It had been an interesting party to say the least, with its ups and downs. Between seeing Roshi knocked in the head by Yamcha, and Vegeta talking to Trunks, it was all too much to comprehend. The whole Yamcha situation was funny in itself. Roshi had in fact gotten his grab in on her this night, even though she swore he wouldn't. No one was around to notice, and she had bent down to the oven to pull out a cake her mother had made as a going away present for Trunks. That's when Roshi pulled his attack, and squeezed her backside as long as he could. As soon as she turned around, Yamcha had grabbed a plate and smacked it on the old man's head. A big lump formed, along with the left over food that had been on the plate.

"Why Yamcha, didn't expect you to be my night in shining armour," Bulma exclaimed.

"Well Vegeta's outside, and otherwise Roshi would be visiting King Ki. And I know none of us want to see Vegeta let loose right now. It would only be my rightful duty as your friend to keep unsuspecting, dirty old men off you…" He said glaring at Roshi "when Vegeta's not around to do so, and that isn't very often."

"Why thank you Yamcha. Just as long as those hands of yours stay off as well," Bulma replied jokingly.

That was one highlight of the evening. The other was when she peered in on Vegeta and Trunks in the living room. They actually seemed to be getting along, and she knew that the departure was going to be hard for the both of them.

Vegeta had been awfully quiet today, even more so than usual. Bulma supposed the combination between Trunks leaving, and his recent nightmares were the culprit to his current behavior. Sure he was back to the same old arrogant self, but he had been keeping more to himself most of the day. Speaking of which, she thought….where was Vegeta? She hadn't seen him since the time machine flew off the yard, and that was almost four hours ago. He had his ways of sneaking away without being seen, but she wondered what he could have done for that amount of time. He wasn't in the gravity room, because the lights were still off inside. He wasn't in the kitchen, or she would have heard him fumbling around in the refrigerator. The only place left was upstairs, and she didn't think he would be sleeping, not after her promise made earlier…and Vegeta was never one to turn down a long night of fooling around.

As she dropped the trash bag, she stared up from the bottom of the stairs, debating if she should go up. Before she could make her decision she heard a loud yell from their room. She quickly ran up the stairs to find Vegeta once again entwined in the bed sheets, in deep sleep. It was another nightmare. Thank Kami her parents hadn't heard, or her mother would have been running around in a frenzy. This was something they just wouldn't understand. She inched closer to the bed, as he tossed in around, making slight noises. This was too much, she couldn't take anymore of this night after night. He had to overcome it somehow. It just always seemed when something went right between them, it was followed by another force, that was buried in his past. A past that she hoped he could let go of, and move on in his life with her. She could offer him the love and comfort that he had never known. 'Was it too much to ask?' She thought.

She gently touched his forehead, and as soon as her fingertips touched his skin she drew back quickly. It was hot. He had worked himself deep into this one, so much that he had given himself a fever. She couldn't even imagine what could be so terrible about this dream that he was in such a frenzy. Bulma called out his name softly, hoping to not jar him out of this one, or he might just snap. He was a violent man, she wasn't going to deny that, and she knew that he would never hurt her…physically…it was just that at this moment she was actually scared, maybe even terrified. A feeling she had never felt about him since he started living at Capsule Corp. All she knew was that she had to get him out of this dream somehow without making him mad. Even though the odds to that were unlikely. She reached down to his hand, and held it. His whole body was shaking, and for the first time she didn't know what to do.





Haaaaaa……..cliffhanger! So what is wrong with Vegeta? What is this dream that is so disturbing? Find out in chapter eleven!