REALITY BITES
"ITTTTTTTTTAAAAAAAAIIIIIIII!!!!!!"Huh? What the…..?
"What the hell did you do that for?" He could not believe his ears.
Is that?
His eyes were affixed at the ceiling.
No. I'm awake. Where am I? Who?
He slowly turned his face to find someone kneeling on the floor. Massaka!
"Is that really you?" "Huh?"This is real. It has to be. The figure approached him. Confusion pervaded the room. He could barely blink. He did not want all of this to disappear.
I have to keep this going or it might disappear. This face. Please.
He felt his stomach crunch. So close.
"Daijobou?" "You're real, aren't you?" "Eh?""Tell me this is happening."
"Of course, it's happening. What's wrong with you? Aw! My butt still hurts. You!" He felt a pinch to his arm. It was real. He could not take his eyes away. Bulma. Thank God.
"Are you sure, you're okay? You look so bad." Her face was so near his, like he had something in his eye. So close. She instinctively picked a towel to wipe his sweating face. She proceeded with his hair. His neck. His chest.
"You kept saying my name." She frowned as she wiped his forehead.
"Then it must have been a nightmare, after all." He smirked but still staring at her.
"I was worried, you freak!" She playfully threw the towel to his face. He could not keep his eyes off her. The nearness. She straddled his hips. He could feel her thighs squeeze the sides of his hard stomach.
"Look, I'll get you some water." Just as she was about to get off, a grip held her arm.
"Stay."
"I'm just going to get you something to drink. I'll be back."
"I don't need it."
"Hontou?""Hai." He released her.
"Okay." I moved beside him and laid my head on his stomach. No need to argue here. But he really does not look too good at all. I could feel by his breathing. I laid my hand on his chest. I lifted my head to move closer to his face.
"Wanna talk about it?" He has never looked at me this way before.
Silence.
"I want to help you."
Silence.
"Dammit! Vegeta, you're scaring me, you know." I bit my lip.
"Vegeta?"He didn't like to talk. I went back to laying down my head on his stomach. After all this time, we have been together, he would never if not rarely, talk of such things. He was never sentimental. Never gave away. Quite selfish with his thoughts but then he always acted and reacted upon them as it is. Maybe this is his way of expression. This is how he has always been. Funny. Where Goku would drown his anxieties in his lively disposition, this man beside me would do the exact opposite. Sometimes, it was hard to tell whether he was happy, sad or angry.
Just as I closed her eyes. I felt his hand run through my hair. As if trying to feel me. Oh, baby.
"Anata, what's wrong? Please say something. Anything." I pleaded longingly. There was something with the way he touched.
"I…" She is so close. So real. Why does she care so much? Such beautiful blue hair. I do not want to say anything to her now. The words I cannot form. I just want to feel her reality.
A cry.
It was from the other room. I nearly jumped. Vegeta sat from where he lay.
"What is that?" He demanded.
"It's the baby." I was scrambling to get my slippers, the other pair had gone under the bed.
"What baby?" She can't mean….that baby? Or is it?
"Nani? How bad can a dream get that you'll turn into an amnesiac? What's wrong with you?" I frowned as I dangled the lost pair of slipper in one hand.
"You mean…?" She's serious alright.
"Of course!" What is wrong with this man? "I'll go and check the baby, must be hungry again." I raced to the door.
"No. I'll go." He sat at the edge of the bed.
"You sure? Because it will only be for awhile, you know." I halted.
"Of course, I'm sure. How difficult could a hungry child be?" He scoffed.
"Don't scare him like you did the last time! You're not the one who has to stay up all night to put him back to sleep, you know!" I reminded him.
"Whatever!" I see him walk to the door. Stubborn man. Oooh, you better not scare the baby or I'll….. This is really strange. It isn't like him to do something like that. This is no ordinary night. He rarely had nightmares. He usually had a good sleep. Hell! He could even fall asleep in the pool and not drown! Now he wants to check the baby. We usually never contest on this issue. He's really acting strange.
2:00 a.m.
The house was illuminated. It looked like daytime in the house. So bright. I followed to where I could hear the cries. Closer. A big wooden signboard on the door greeted him….