Onward to Chapter Eleven…not going to say much because I know you want to
know the new stuff…tell me what you think.
It had been at least fifteen minutes, and Vegeta still had not calmed down. "What am I going to do?" Bulma thought. She had seen his share of nightmares, but nothing like this before. This had to be the absolute worst. Most times he would wake up once she touched him, or called out his name, and be mad that she had seen him in such a state. But this…this was something entirely different. She sat on the bed next to him, and stroked his widow's peak and eyebrows from time to time. Sweat kept pouring from him, and his skin was still hot to touch. His breathing still stayed at a high rate, his bare chest continually trembling. "Vegeta…come on…please wake up. Please wake up." She whispered softly, clutching his hand once again. As soon as she had spoken the words, his eyes opened. He sat up in a jolt, and stared deep into her eyes.
Thoughts raced through her mind. Mostly of what was going on, and why she was still frightened of him. Frightened of what he was going to say, when she asked what was wrong. She looked into his coal eyes, searching for answers. She quietly gasped when his hand touched her face. He stroked her cheek, as if she would vanish at any given moment. His hand traveled down her neck, followed by the other hand. He sat there cupping her neck, at the base of her head. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, he embraced her. His head buried down in the crook of her neck, with his arms wrapped around her waist. "What is going on?" She thought. He held her as if he hadn't seen her in ten years. His embrace was so strong…stronger than ever before. "Vegeta…" she faintly whispered. He only seemed to hold on tighter. She called out his name again and kissed his forehead, noticing that his temperature was still hot. She then lifted his chin up, so that he was facing her. His eyes were tightly shut.
"Vegeta what is going on with you?" she asked in a calm tone that surprised even at herself, considering her heart was beating a mile a minute. He opened his eyes, and she was shocked to see that his usually cold, dark eyes were terrified with emotion. She stroked his face, and asked again what was wrong. She encircled her legs around his waist, and sat in his lap. She felt as if she had to get as close to him as she could when he told her. As he spoke, she gently caressed his face, neck and chest.
"The dream…" he said in a huff.
"What happened?" Bulma asked unsteadily.
"You…trunks…were gone…"
"What?" She replied softly, her hands leaving his body, dropping to her sides.
"You…were…gone…" he gulped.
"By my hand…" he said shakily, his voice cracking. Bulma looked at him wide-eyed, fearful of what he was going to say next. She didn't know what to think at the moment, nothing had prepared her for this conversation.
He caught on to the anxiety in her voice as she asked, "What do you mean?"
"I don't know…I don't know…and for once in my life I felt an ache deep inside. Death surrounded me…and I've killed before…but….this…this was different. And even more strange, was the unusual mark that appeared on my brow in the form of the letter M." He spoke.
Tears filled Bulma's eyes, as for once she didn't know what to say back to him. This was something entirely new…sure he joked about sending her to "the next dimension" as he always said…but that was just in their verbal sparring sessions…it didn't mean anything. Her lip trembled as his hands cupped her face again, tears splashing down on his hands.
"Bulma…" he started. Bulma knew that most of the time he called her woman, unless he was absolutely serious about something.
"You know I wouldn't…." He gulped down, not able to finish the sentence, pride holding back anything he really wanted to say. Bulma shook her head in agreement. Even if he threatened her, she knew deep down he really wouldn't kill her. The thought hadn't ever crossed her mind…except maybe the time on Namek when he was still scary. "Yet, what could this dream possibly mean?" she thought. Her tears continued to come, as he ran his fingers through her hair, bringing her face closer to his. She let out a slight whimper, as he brought his lips closer to hers. She kissed him willingly, finding no other way break the tension that was surrounding them. Passion engulfed with the kiss each time their lips and tongues met. Vegeta's hands came down her back, pushing her closer to him.
It had been at least fifteen minutes, and Vegeta still had not calmed down. "What am I going to do?" Bulma thought. She had seen his share of nightmares, but nothing like this before. This had to be the absolute worst. Most times he would wake up once she touched him, or called out his name, and be mad that she had seen him in such a state. But this…this was something entirely different. She sat on the bed next to him, and stroked his widow's peak and eyebrows from time to time. Sweat kept pouring from him, and his skin was still hot to touch. His breathing still stayed at a high rate, his bare chest continually trembling. "Vegeta…come on…please wake up. Please wake up." She whispered softly, clutching his hand once again. As soon as she had spoken the words, his eyes opened. He sat up in a jolt, and stared deep into her eyes.
Thoughts raced through her mind. Mostly of what was going on, and why she was still frightened of him. Frightened of what he was going to say, when she asked what was wrong. She looked into his coal eyes, searching for answers. She quietly gasped when his hand touched her face. He stroked her cheek, as if she would vanish at any given moment. His hand traveled down her neck, followed by the other hand. He sat there cupping her neck, at the base of her head. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, he embraced her. His head buried down in the crook of her neck, with his arms wrapped around her waist. "What is going on?" She thought. He held her as if he hadn't seen her in ten years. His embrace was so strong…stronger than ever before. "Vegeta…" she faintly whispered. He only seemed to hold on tighter. She called out his name again and kissed his forehead, noticing that his temperature was still hot. She then lifted his chin up, so that he was facing her. His eyes were tightly shut.
"Vegeta what is going on with you?" she asked in a calm tone that surprised even at herself, considering her heart was beating a mile a minute. He opened his eyes, and she was shocked to see that his usually cold, dark eyes were terrified with emotion. She stroked his face, and asked again what was wrong. She encircled her legs around his waist, and sat in his lap. She felt as if she had to get as close to him as she could when he told her. As he spoke, she gently caressed his face, neck and chest.
"The dream…" he said in a huff.
"What happened?" Bulma asked unsteadily.
"You…trunks…were gone…"
"What?" She replied softly, her hands leaving his body, dropping to her sides.
"You…were…gone…" he gulped.
"By my hand…" he said shakily, his voice cracking. Bulma looked at him wide-eyed, fearful of what he was going to say next. She didn't know what to think at the moment, nothing had prepared her for this conversation.
He caught on to the anxiety in her voice as she asked, "What do you mean?"
"I don't know…I don't know…and for once in my life I felt an ache deep inside. Death surrounded me…and I've killed before…but….this…this was different. And even more strange, was the unusual mark that appeared on my brow in the form of the letter M." He spoke.
Tears filled Bulma's eyes, as for once she didn't know what to say back to him. This was something entirely new…sure he joked about sending her to "the next dimension" as he always said…but that was just in their verbal sparring sessions…it didn't mean anything. Her lip trembled as his hands cupped her face again, tears splashing down on his hands.
"Bulma…" he started. Bulma knew that most of the time he called her woman, unless he was absolutely serious about something.
"You know I wouldn't…." He gulped down, not able to finish the sentence, pride holding back anything he really wanted to say. Bulma shook her head in agreement. Even if he threatened her, she knew deep down he really wouldn't kill her. The thought hadn't ever crossed her mind…except maybe the time on Namek when he was still scary. "Yet, what could this dream possibly mean?" she thought. Her tears continued to come, as he ran his fingers through her hair, bringing her face closer to his. She let out a slight whimper, as he brought his lips closer to hers. She kissed him willingly, finding no other way break the tension that was surrounding them. Passion engulfed with the kiss each time their lips and tongues met. Vegeta's hands came down her back, pushing her closer to him.
