It was in the middle of the night but Vegeta was wide awake. He remembered every single detail of his nightmare. He was glad that he didn't wake his wife, he didn't want to upset her. The nightmare had been gruesome, he couldn't understand that his mind was able to come up with something like that.

~ "Vegeta, help me.. You know I'm dying.. Help.. Please."

~ "Fuck you. After what you've done to me? Not a chance. I hope you die a slow and painful death."

How could he have said words like that? He dreamed about a very pretty Saiyangirl. They were both on some kind of planet and some kind of aliens were blasting at them. The girl got hit and was hurt real bad. Her blood spat on his face, on his suit, on his white gloves. After falling on the ground, she mumbled for help and Vegeta denied it. This dream, it seemed so familiar, like he had dreamed this before. He knew that wasn't true, he would certainly remember a nightmare like this. The last picture from that dream, before he woke up, was that she moved her hand slowly to her face to examine it. It had only three fingers left.

He had to get back to sleep, he had scheduled a training session with Trunks the next morning so he wanted to have a good nights sleep. It was just a dream, he said to himself. Dreams are nonsense, just a trick of the mind.

~ "Vegeta, quick! He can find us here, you know he can. Don't be stubborn, let's hide somewhere else."

~ "Don't tell me what to do. Don't doubt my tactics. I've been in more fights the last week than you in your whole life so shut up."

~ Some blasts hit the rocks which they used for cover. As in slow-motion Vegeta saw the girl's face looking from him right into the blast. Her eyes had been full of fear.

Vegeta sat upright in his bed again. This time he did accidentally wake his wife. She turned around to see what was wrong and noticed that there was something odd. Vegeta was breathing heavily and his clenched fists were holding the blanket like he was going to strangle it.

"Vegeta?"

"It's nothing.. I.. uh.. I had a nightmare. I'm alright, it's OK."

"Are you sure? Should I get you a glass of water or something?"

"Woman, if I want water then I'm perfectly able to get it myself."

"Chill out, I was just asking." She got up a little bit. "You seem pretty aggravated. What was your dream about?"

"I don't know, something happened on a planet but the dreams were too short to tell exactly what happened. This girl and I were on a planet and she got killed and I didn't help her. She asked for my help but I refused, I let her die."

"Strange dream. Was it on one of Frieza's missions?"

"I don't know. I'm going back to sleep again, early start tomorrow. Good night."

Bulma wished him goodnight as well and went back to sleep unlike Vegeta. He desperately tried to forget about the dream but certain images kept popping up in front of his eyes. The hand with the three fingers came back every time. Vegeta had been a glorious warrior and he had seen disgusting scenes on the battlefield but it didn't really bother him, he became used to it. After thousands of fights, nothing could horrify him anymore. Unless.unless the wounded person was someone he knew, someone he cared about. A friend? Ridiculous, he didn't have any friends, he was a loner, he wasn't attached to a certain person. Finally he was able to put all his thoughts aside and fell asleep again.

The next morning he went to the gravity room and dragged Trunks with him.

"Dad.. Please, not now. I want to go to Goten's. I trained all day yesterday, I'm strong enough already!"

Vegeta snorted that that was just an illusion. No one was ever strong enough, there was always something beyond it. He wanted to teach his son something about pushing your limits but when he looked at the look at his son's face he knew it wouldn't help much. Still, he didn't let him go. He hauled him into the gravityroom and shut the door. Trunks was sulking and refused to look at his dad.

"Trunks, look at me."

No reaction.

"Trunks, are you deaf? Look at me!"

Trunks kept looking the other way.

"I said LOOK AT ME," Vegeta shouted almost insane.

The boy looked at his father, the strange tone in his voice scared him. Vegeta noticed the fear in his eyes. His heart was beating too fast for comfort.

"Trunks, you can go. Go. NOW."

The kid didn't know what was happening but knew there was something wrong.

"Uh.. OK dad." He said with a trembling voice

Vegeta was shaking all over. Trunks had to leave, he couldn't bear to be in the same room with him for more that two seconds now. Trunks had to go, he had to be alone. He started to shake even more. Why didn't the boy leave? Trunks tried to open the door of the gravity room but it was a little heavy for him, Vegeta had locked it a bit too tight for him to open. Vegeta got nervous and he felt drops of sweat rolling from his temple over his cheek. He wiped the sweat away with his glove. He couldn't take it anymore, he wanted to scream on the top of his lungs but he couldn't, not while the boy was still in the room. That useless kid, he couldn't even open a door. Something inside Vegeta's head snapped and he started to batter Trunks. He just couldn't stop. Only when his gloves started to show stains of blood he realised what he had done. He came back to his senses.

"Come on kid, if you're not leaving it means you're here to fight."

"I wanted to leave, I just couldn't.."

"Couldn't open the door? That proves my point of you not being strong enough even more."

"You hurt me dad."

"Why didn't you fight back?"

"Uh.. I.. I don't know."

"You don't know? Well, a true warrior always knows what he's doing. Come on kid, raise your powerlevel and try to hit me. I will keep both my hands tied behind my back."

They started to fight like nothing had happened. Everything seemed to be back to normal but that wasn't entirely true.