***Chapter 2: One Night***
Vegeta was the last one to enter. As he walked in, he closed the door behind him; the house wasn't too bad, but it wasn't exactly his choice of where he'd want to live.
Trunks came out from the other room.
"Okay," he said. "I checked and there are three bedrooms in this place."
At least I don't have to share one with anyone, thought Vegeta.
"Lilly's already got our room claimed," Trunks told Tera and Vegeta. "You can tell; she's jumping on the bed screaming MINE MINE. kinda scary."
As Trunks went off into his bedroom in the back, Vegeta watched Tera walk over to the hall that was to the right of the door. She noticed there were two rooms in this hall; they were right across from each other. She turned and looked at Vegeta.
"Looks like we're going to be across from each other," she told him.
Duh, how long did it take you to figure that out? Vegeta once again thought sarcastically.
Tera walked into the room to her right. After a while, Vegeta decided to go to his room. When he stepped in, a sudden chill went down his back; the room was dark. dark. he didn't like trying to sleep in the dark, especially in a room like this. This room. it was too similar to what he had slept in all of those years of Frieza's ship. Vegeta just stood there in the door way, staring into the room with a flashback of terrible memories he wish he could have just erased. From behind him, Tera came up and tapped his shoulder, making him jump.
"You ok?" Tera asked.
"Do you go around and just poke people like that?!" Vegeta yelled at her.
She just jumped back a little.
"Sorry," she apologized, "but you looked like you just kinda froze there lost in thought or something. You had the look on your face as if you were having some sort of bad memory or something."
"Look, I don't need anything from you or anybody else!" Vegeta yelled at her as he walked into his room and slammed the door.
Tera stood there, waiting for him to come back out.
"Oh come on," Tera said, talking to the door. "I know something's wrong! I can tell by the look that was on your face!"
How the hell would she know what my problems are? Why the hell does she even care!? She doesn't even KNOW me!
"You can't push everyone away forever!" Tera yelled at the door.
"Watch me," Vegeta replied.
Tera sighed and just stood their outside his door; she knew he would come out sometime sooner or later.
Vegeta sat in his room; the cold chill ran sharply down his spine as he sat on the bed. Even with the lights on, it was still too dark- it still reminded him of his past. He knew then, he wasn't going to stay in here long. Finally, he decided to get up and open the door. When he walked out, Tera was right behind him.
"So what's with your problem with the dark?" Tera asked him, following him to the kitchen.
"I don't have a problem," he replied, taking a carton of milk out of the fridge about ready to drink out of it.
Tera took it out of his hand.
"That's wrong," Tera muttered, glairing at Vegeta.
"Don't glare at me woman!"
"I'll do what I want!"
Tera slammed the carton down on the counter and walked off into the other room. Vegeta shrugged and picked up the carton and drank out of it.
***
A cold brutal touch across his face; a bruise was left there. He was paralyzed, still, but it wasn't from a physical damage of his nerves, it was his fear; the fear if he moved or tried to escape he'd be tortured more than he could possibly imagine. Frieza, he hated Frieza with such a passion, but he was hopeless against him now.
"My poor little pet." Frieza taunted him, as he stood so close to Vegeta, ready again to hit him if needed. "Why resist? You're hopeless, pathedic. just like your father was when he handed you over to me."
Vegeta was barely able to keep his angry emotions bottled. Such a beast, too powerful to kill; the only thing I can do is sit here and let him do this to me, thought Vegeta.
"What's wrong?" Frieza said, glairing at his black eyes. He noticed for the first time, Vegeta was able to shield his eyes from all emotion he had. "Oh so you've finally learned how to shield off your emotions eh?"
Another cold brutal blow came, this time to Vegeta's bare back. He fell forward, face down to the floor hard. Frieza's cold foot came down on his back, pressing hard into him. Vegeta gritted his teeth hard as he felt pain shoot through him; all up and down his spine and throughout the rest of his body. Carelessly, Vegeta started struggling under his foot. Frieza pulled back Vegeta's arms, causing Vegeta to scream out in pain.
"Careless," Frieza mumbled, leaning closer to Vegeta.
Vegeta knew what was coming next, the thing he couldn't stand (of course who would?). He closed his eyes as he felt Frieza's hands at his waist.
Suddenly, he sat up screaming, waking up from his dream. Sweat poured down his face as he tried catching his breath. This same nightmare had been haunting him ever since they had moved in two and a half weeks ago.
Finally, after he had caught his breath he looked out of the door and across the hall, and noticed Tera was awake sitting at her desk; it looked like she was writing something. Looking over at the clock, he was it was 3a.m. Slowly, he got out of his bed and walked over to her door frame.
"What are you doing up so late?" he asked, leaning up against the door frame.
Tera continued to work on whatever she was working.
"Couldn't sleep," she replied. "By the sounds of it, you sounded like you had a nightmare."
"I didn't have a nightmare," Vegeta said, trying to sound strong.
"It sure sounded like one," Tera commented, hard at work. "You've been like that since the very first night we were here; you've also been talking in your sleep. It's starting to worry me."
"Tch," Vegeta grumbled. "Why would you care?"
Tera looked up from her desk at his dark eyes.
"I haven't know you for that long, and even though you are cold and uncaring, you seem like a part of family to me."
"Family?!" exclaimed Vegeta, walking into the room. "You barely even know me!"
"You never let me have a chance to," Tera replied, looking back down at her work.
"I don't want anybody close to me! I don't need anybody close to me!"
Silence filled the room as Tera continued writing. Vegeta stepped closer and looked over her shoulder at what she was writing.
"What are you working on anyway?" he asked.
"Ehh, just umm. part of the interview I have to do tomorrow." she replied, trying to hide her paper.
Vegeta tried grabbing at it several times, but Tera kept on moving it away from him. Finally, after a few minutes of struggling and wrestling for the paper, Vegeta got it from Tera and started reading it. His eyes ran over every single word, slowly; this definitely wasn't an interview. This looked more like a personal diary entry sort of. thing:
"For the past few weeks I haven't been able to sleep. Also, since we had moved in here, Vegeta has been talking in his sleep and waking up in the middle of the night, screaming; he seems to be suffering from some kind of nightmare that seems to be the same every night. I start to worry for him. From what Trunks has told me, his father has had a rough past... Poor, poor boy."
"What the hell is this?" Vegeta asked, setting the paper down on the desk.
"Okay, its personal writing," Tera quickly replied, grabbing the paper off of the desk and setting it inside her work folder.
"Sure as hell don't sound like some kind of interview," Vegeta said glairing at her.
"What can't a woman write what's on her mind?"
"Not if it's about me!"
"Look," Tera said, standing up. "You don't own everything. You might have been Prince of the Saiyans wherever you came from, but that doesn't mean you command and rule over everything here. I, sure as hell, won't take to you're commands!"
"All I asked is that you don't write about me, look after me or anything okay? I can take care of myself!"
With that, Vegeta stomped out of her room, into his and slammed the door. Tera sighed lightly, shuffling with the papers on her desk.
"He'll grow up someday," she told herself.
Vegeta was the last one to enter. As he walked in, he closed the door behind him; the house wasn't too bad, but it wasn't exactly his choice of where he'd want to live.
Trunks came out from the other room.
"Okay," he said. "I checked and there are three bedrooms in this place."
At least I don't have to share one with anyone, thought Vegeta.
"Lilly's already got our room claimed," Trunks told Tera and Vegeta. "You can tell; she's jumping on the bed screaming MINE MINE. kinda scary."
As Trunks went off into his bedroom in the back, Vegeta watched Tera walk over to the hall that was to the right of the door. She noticed there were two rooms in this hall; they were right across from each other. She turned and looked at Vegeta.
"Looks like we're going to be across from each other," she told him.
Duh, how long did it take you to figure that out? Vegeta once again thought sarcastically.
Tera walked into the room to her right. After a while, Vegeta decided to go to his room. When he stepped in, a sudden chill went down his back; the room was dark. dark. he didn't like trying to sleep in the dark, especially in a room like this. This room. it was too similar to what he had slept in all of those years of Frieza's ship. Vegeta just stood there in the door way, staring into the room with a flashback of terrible memories he wish he could have just erased. From behind him, Tera came up and tapped his shoulder, making him jump.
"You ok?" Tera asked.
"Do you go around and just poke people like that?!" Vegeta yelled at her.
She just jumped back a little.
"Sorry," she apologized, "but you looked like you just kinda froze there lost in thought or something. You had the look on your face as if you were having some sort of bad memory or something."
"Look, I don't need anything from you or anybody else!" Vegeta yelled at her as he walked into his room and slammed the door.
Tera stood there, waiting for him to come back out.
"Oh come on," Tera said, talking to the door. "I know something's wrong! I can tell by the look that was on your face!"
How the hell would she know what my problems are? Why the hell does she even care!? She doesn't even KNOW me!
"You can't push everyone away forever!" Tera yelled at the door.
"Watch me," Vegeta replied.
Tera sighed and just stood their outside his door; she knew he would come out sometime sooner or later.
Vegeta sat in his room; the cold chill ran sharply down his spine as he sat on the bed. Even with the lights on, it was still too dark- it still reminded him of his past. He knew then, he wasn't going to stay in here long. Finally, he decided to get up and open the door. When he walked out, Tera was right behind him.
"So what's with your problem with the dark?" Tera asked him, following him to the kitchen.
"I don't have a problem," he replied, taking a carton of milk out of the fridge about ready to drink out of it.
Tera took it out of his hand.
"That's wrong," Tera muttered, glairing at Vegeta.
"Don't glare at me woman!"
"I'll do what I want!"
Tera slammed the carton down on the counter and walked off into the other room. Vegeta shrugged and picked up the carton and drank out of it.
***
A cold brutal touch across his face; a bruise was left there. He was paralyzed, still, but it wasn't from a physical damage of his nerves, it was his fear; the fear if he moved or tried to escape he'd be tortured more than he could possibly imagine. Frieza, he hated Frieza with such a passion, but he was hopeless against him now.
"My poor little pet." Frieza taunted him, as he stood so close to Vegeta, ready again to hit him if needed. "Why resist? You're hopeless, pathedic. just like your father was when he handed you over to me."
Vegeta was barely able to keep his angry emotions bottled. Such a beast, too powerful to kill; the only thing I can do is sit here and let him do this to me, thought Vegeta.
"What's wrong?" Frieza said, glairing at his black eyes. He noticed for the first time, Vegeta was able to shield his eyes from all emotion he had. "Oh so you've finally learned how to shield off your emotions eh?"
Another cold brutal blow came, this time to Vegeta's bare back. He fell forward, face down to the floor hard. Frieza's cold foot came down on his back, pressing hard into him. Vegeta gritted his teeth hard as he felt pain shoot through him; all up and down his spine and throughout the rest of his body. Carelessly, Vegeta started struggling under his foot. Frieza pulled back Vegeta's arms, causing Vegeta to scream out in pain.
"Careless," Frieza mumbled, leaning closer to Vegeta.
Vegeta knew what was coming next, the thing he couldn't stand (of course who would?). He closed his eyes as he felt Frieza's hands at his waist.
Suddenly, he sat up screaming, waking up from his dream. Sweat poured down his face as he tried catching his breath. This same nightmare had been haunting him ever since they had moved in two and a half weeks ago.
Finally, after he had caught his breath he looked out of the door and across the hall, and noticed Tera was awake sitting at her desk; it looked like she was writing something. Looking over at the clock, he was it was 3a.m. Slowly, he got out of his bed and walked over to her door frame.
"What are you doing up so late?" he asked, leaning up against the door frame.
Tera continued to work on whatever she was working.
"Couldn't sleep," she replied. "By the sounds of it, you sounded like you had a nightmare."
"I didn't have a nightmare," Vegeta said, trying to sound strong.
"It sure sounded like one," Tera commented, hard at work. "You've been like that since the very first night we were here; you've also been talking in your sleep. It's starting to worry me."
"Tch," Vegeta grumbled. "Why would you care?"
Tera looked up from her desk at his dark eyes.
"I haven't know you for that long, and even though you are cold and uncaring, you seem like a part of family to me."
"Family?!" exclaimed Vegeta, walking into the room. "You barely even know me!"
"You never let me have a chance to," Tera replied, looking back down at her work.
"I don't want anybody close to me! I don't need anybody close to me!"
Silence filled the room as Tera continued writing. Vegeta stepped closer and looked over her shoulder at what she was writing.
"What are you working on anyway?" he asked.
"Ehh, just umm. part of the interview I have to do tomorrow." she replied, trying to hide her paper.
Vegeta tried grabbing at it several times, but Tera kept on moving it away from him. Finally, after a few minutes of struggling and wrestling for the paper, Vegeta got it from Tera and started reading it. His eyes ran over every single word, slowly; this definitely wasn't an interview. This looked more like a personal diary entry sort of. thing:
"For the past few weeks I haven't been able to sleep. Also, since we had moved in here, Vegeta has been talking in his sleep and waking up in the middle of the night, screaming; he seems to be suffering from some kind of nightmare that seems to be the same every night. I start to worry for him. From what Trunks has told me, his father has had a rough past... Poor, poor boy."
"What the hell is this?" Vegeta asked, setting the paper down on the desk.
"Okay, its personal writing," Tera quickly replied, grabbing the paper off of the desk and setting it inside her work folder.
"Sure as hell don't sound like some kind of interview," Vegeta said glairing at her.
"What can't a woman write what's on her mind?"
"Not if it's about me!"
"Look," Tera said, standing up. "You don't own everything. You might have been Prince of the Saiyans wherever you came from, but that doesn't mean you command and rule over everything here. I, sure as hell, won't take to you're commands!"
"All I asked is that you don't write about me, look after me or anything okay? I can take care of myself!"
With that, Vegeta stomped out of her room, into his and slammed the door. Tera sighed lightly, shuffling with the papers on her desk.
"He'll grow up someday," she told herself.