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Chapter 4: Need
Bulma woke up to moaning. But not the type of pleasure, but one of pain and fright. She suddenly felt a heat curled up next to her, naked and warm, but moving in a jerking motion. She looked over to her shoulder and saw Vegeta. He was sweating profusely and groaning in distress. She cursed and turned a light on. 'How long have we been sleeping? Why is it so dark?' She forgot about that for the moment and leaned over her mate, trying to wake him up. She knew what was happening. He was reliving one of his memories again. She didn't know why they were suddenly coming back. His sleep had been peaceful these past few years.
Vegeta stared to moan louder, and thrash around. The covers were sticking to him because of all the sweat running down in rivulets from his forehead and body. His eyes were tightly closed and his face was a mask of pain and angst. Bulma closed her eyes and took a deep breath, readying herself for what she was about to do. She hated doing it, but she knew that her Prince needed her.
She opened the mental link between the two, breaching her mind, allowing Vegeta's thoughts, emotions, and dreams to filter through. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to not cry out as she saw what he was dreaming. "Oh God, not this one. Please, anyone but this one. He can't handle this!" she said, her voice quivering in fear. Images of his dream flashed through her head. Ones of Frieza, his Father, Mother, Ayano, his people, his Planet, torture, rape, sex, purging…and so much more. This was the worst dream that Vegeta could have. All the horrors of his past melded into one solid dream. Every conversation, feeling, he remembered, and he could do nothing to stop them from poisoning his mind once again. When he usually dreamt, they were bits and pieces, but never like this one. He had had this one two times all ready, and it took him days to recover. It was like his whole life had flashed through his mind, yet it seemed to take much longer than in reality.
She opened her eyes, and shut the link off, not wanting to see anymore. She jumped when Vegeta screamed. A loud, piercing scream of terror and torturous pain.
Bulma cursed, and shot out of bed, grabbing random articles of clothing, and pulling them on. She ran out the door, and fled down the stirs. She ran through the vast, dark halls of Capsule Corporation, and she only stopped when she reached the large metal doors that lead into her lab. She entered the security code that nobody but she, her Father, and Vegeta knew. She had a suspicion that her son knew it because some days she would come in and find things disarray. She waited impatiently until the doors swished open. She was inside her lab before the doors had barely been open. She threw random items behind her until she found what she needed; she grabbed the needle and the sedative and shot out of her lab. She ran up the steps two at a time, and sped up when she heard several shrill screams of fear and agony. She turned the corner and saw that the door to her bedroom was opened. She ran inside, and saw that Trunks was sitting on his Father's chest trying to keep him from hurting himself. Vegeta was thrashing and screaming, but still deeply in his nightmare.
"Mom! What's wrong with Dad?!" he screamed, trying not to cry. He had never seen his Father in such suffering. It was more than frightening.
"Hold him down Trunks! He's having a nightmare! I need to sedate him before he hurts himself!" she yelled, trying to be heard over he husbands screams.
Trunks nodded, understanding the seriousness of the situation, and bent down, holding his Father's arms down, and sitting harder on his chest. He was having a difficult time trying to not fall off and be thrown into the wall.
Bulma went over to Vegeta's side of the bed, and crawled on top of him, trying to make him lay still. She whispered comforting words in his ear and stroked his hair. It seemed to calm him down. She continued like that for a few more minutes before trying to put the needle into his arm. She had to calm him down more or the needle wouldn't go in. His muscles were too tense right now, and if she tried to put the needle in, it would bend or snap in half. She had wasted many needles like that whenever Vegeta was trying to be difficult. He would just flex his muscles, and the needle would shatter, not being able to penetrate his skin. She finally had him calm enough to insert the needle, but she knew that it would take longer for it to start working. He was a Saiyan-jin. His immune system would try to fight it off.
Bulma wanted to know what part he was dreaming. He had calmed down, and Trunks wasn't holding him anymore. He was just sitting there, still on his chest, looking stunned. Bulma didn't know if it was safe for her son to just be sitting there. Vegeta could do something to him. Vegeta had woken up and almost killed Bulma more times than she could count. She knew that he didn't mean it, and he would always get this look of horror once he realized what he had almost done, and then he would hold her, and say how sorry he was over and over again. Bulma knew that when he woke up and grabbed her neck, he wasn't picturing her. He was thinking that she was Frieza trying to hurt him again so he would wake with a jolt and grab her. She remembered the time when he actually crushed her ribs because he had squeezed her to hard. She shuddered, remembering that experience. Vegeta had made sure she would be okay and then left; upset and disgusted at himself. But Bulma knew that he didn't mean to harm her at all.
So that was why she didn't want Trunks to just sit there. Vegeta might lash out thinking that he was Frieza or one of his lackeys. She carefully opened the link and peeked inside his head. Frieza was talking to him. Vegeta didn't look to happy, but was bowing in front of the monster, trying to control his temper. Bulma recognized this sight and gasped. "Oh Shit!' she screamed. "Trunks hold him!" They didn't have enough time. Bulma saw Frieza destroy Planet Vegeta-sei, and the next thing that she knew Trunks was on the other side of the room, unconscious from when Vegeta had screamed and flung him off. Vegeta was uncontrollable now. He was screaming threats and cursing so loud, she wanted to cover her ears, but she refused, wanting to help him. The sedative still had another minute or so before it kicked in. She ran over to him, and tried to hold him down, but he threw her off him and she crashed into the wall.
Goku suddenly appeared in the room, and grabbed Vegeta, holding him down on the bed. He yelled back at Bulma. "What happened!?!"
Bulma coughed. "Nightmare…." She wheezed out before crawling over to Trunks making sure he was okay. He was fine except for a gash on the side of his head where he had hit the wall. She breathed a sigh of relief. She looked back at Goku and her husband and was happy to see that Vegeta was calming down, the sedative kicking in and starting to work its magic.
She attentively opened the mental link once more. He was still dreaming, there was nothing they could do to stop that, but the medicine stopped him from striking out and it relaxed his muscles and vocal chords.
Closing the link, she slowly stood up, with Trunks in her arms. "I'll be right back," she muttered leaving the room to tend to her son's head wound and put him to bed. She didn't even know what time it was, not bothering to look at a clock, because she was too drained; emotionally, mentally, and physically.
She returned to her bedroom after mending Trunks, and saw Goku sitting on the edge of the bed. He had been watching her mate's chest rise and fall unsteadily, in uneven breaths, making sure that the sedative didn't have some reaction to him and cause his heart to stop. Goku might act dense most of the time, but when it came to a situation like this, he was as serious has anyone could be.
He lifted his head to meet her eyes when she walked through the doors. He stood up, and strode over to her, giving her a grim smile.
"Thanks Goku. I don't know what I would have done without you." She thanked.
"Don't think anything of it. I felt that Vegeta's ki had shot up in panic, so I teleported here right away. I knew something was defiantly wrong when I felt Trunk's ki blink out. His he okay?" he asked, concerned.
"He's fine. Just a head wound, but he's Saiyan-jin. He'll live." She said with a slight laugh, but it died down when she looked at her husband, who was still sweating and moaning.
Goku caught the look on her face, and knew that he should leave and let her deal with Vegeta. Vegeta would freak if he knew that anyone else had helped him besides Bulma and his son. He trusted nobody else. Goku and Bulma were the only ones that noticed that whenever someone touched him, even slightly, he flinched. It was has if he was expecting to be hit or hurt. Punished for whatever he had failed to complete this time. Have you ever seen Vegeta without his shirt on? If you look closely you can see all the tiny little criss-cross scars, also some larger ones, which you knew, you just knew, didn't come from a battle or purging mission. It wasn't just on his chest and back. He had permanent wounds every where on his body, that would always be a painful reminder of his harsh past.
"I better go now Bulma." He said to her, shifting her gaze from the man on the bed to the one in front of her.
She nodded her head, and gave him a hug. Goku lifted her up off the floor and held her tightly, kissing her forehead before putting her down. When he stepped back, he wiped away the single tear that had fallen to her cheek. "Don't worry Bulma-Chan. He'll be fine. You know how strong and stubborn he is," he whispered, trying to set her worries at ease. She nodded again, and hugged him once more. After the embrace he lifted his fingers to his head, and left silently.
Bulma stared at the empty space where her best friend had just occupied, but turned her gaze to the bed. She got a pair of black, silk, boxers from Vegeta's draw, and somehow she managed to get them on him. She got a wet cloth from the bathroom, and put it on his head. She knew that he didn't like to sleep with clothes on, but he was running a fever and she didn't want him to get any sicker than he appeared he was. There were few times that Vegeta had gotten sick. Saiyan-jin immune systems fought off sickness, more so than any humans system did. He only got sick when he was hurt, or over-worked. He was both now. Hurt and over-worked mentally. He was exhausted, and she hated how she wasn't able to help him anymore than she did already. She cursed herself for being a genius, but not being able to help her mate when he needed her the most.
She sighed. She replaced the wash cloth with a cooler one, and spent some amount of time keeping him quiet. She took the cloth off, when she at last felt his fever break. Bulma climbed into bed, and finally got a glance at the clock. 1:32 a.m. it read. She gaped at it. What the hell was this? When she and Vegeta got into bed before, it wasn't even breakfast time yet. Had they really slept that long? Why didn't anyone wake them up? Well, she knew the answer to the latter. Vegeta had sternly forbid anyone to ever wake them up unless it was urgent. But still….neither of them had eaten anything since last night's dinner. Bulma gave up. She was too tired to think straight at the moment. She would think about it later. She was hungry, she noticed. She decided against going to get some food, not wanting to leave Vegeta alone. At least not right now. She didn't know how stable he was at the moment.
She twisted around and faced her mate, who had turned on his side, and was facing her. His face was still in a facade of pain, but it looked much better than it had before. 'He's pale.' She realized for the first time. The moonlight shined just enough that she could see his handsome face. His mouth was open slightly, trying to breathe better, but it still sounded strained. She stared at him awhile longer, before taking his body and pulling it against hers, in a tight embrace. She buried her head in his chest and started to weep, not knowing what was wrong with him. And it was scaring her. His head unconsciously, buried itself in her hair, and his arms found there way around her. His dream had at last ended, and he was able to sleep semi-peacefully. Bulma lifted her head up, and kissed him full on the lips before following him to sleep.
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