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A-Chan: Again I would like to apologize for slacking. I think it's been over two months since I have updated... I would like to remind everyone that this is an A/U story. Frieza did not get killed or defeated because this is what would have happened if Goku lost to him. So, RED, stop complaining about Frieza being dead! He's not dead because Goku failed to go super Saiyan. If you would start reading my A/Ns maybe you would understand that!! :P ^-^

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I wake around midnight in my bunk, when I feel a horrible feeling. The ship seems to be shaking, shaking with the utmost violence. My bunk itself feels like it is going to collapse. I am too shocked to try and find the source of power that could be doing this, I only assume it is not being caused by anyone.

Although I have awoken, I am still delirious. I jump down from my bunk, and immediately fall to my knees. I can hardly stand still within this shaking, and I am sore from loss of sleep and my energy crisis the few days before. And within my delirium, I fail to notice that the ship is in chaos. I can feel the energy of Frieza and his minions as they frantically run throughout the halls and operation rooms, searching for the cause of this.

At this moment I think, 'it is over.' I think the ship is going to tear itself apart, and we are going to find our demise, finally. But I do not fear this. I have been prepared for it. But I will not go unless I have my love next to me. Unless I have him in my arms.

I turn to Vegeta's bunk so that I may take him into my arms and hold him close before the end. But what I see is not Vegeta, or at least I pray it is not.

What lie in front of me is a corpse. A lifeless body. A body with immovable limbs, a body with no life. That is all it is. It looks so lifeless, and the blood about it looks almost dry, and I can sense it's coldness somehow. The blood had been coming from the back of it's skull, a hole created from one of man's creations, a bullet. And the gun that caused this bullet to puncture his skull is..... in my hand.

I drop the gun without realizing and it slams on the floor next to my heel. I can't take my eyes away from the body, and yet I can't find the strength to get near enough to see whom it is I have murdered. But I know who it is.... and within the moment that I come out of my shock, I fall to my knees once more, next to the bunk.

I am still in shock, and I don't know what I am doing exactly. I take my hands to his face and began wiping the blood away as if the eyes below the crimson blanket will magically belong to someone else. But the crease of his lips, the curve of his nose, the length of his lashes, the hollowness of his cheeks, the hair that lengthens over his forehead, the strong chin, all signal whom it is. I know his feeling too well to still tell myself this is not his face.

This is Vegeta. This is my love, or what remains of him. My breath stops. My heart stops. I do not move. I stare at the corpse as if waiting for it to awaken. Tears stream uncontrollably from my eyes as I sit immovable. And then I move. I throw myself over him, offering him myself, begging him to take me with wherever it is he may be going.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull him onto me, my tears soak his clothing, and his blood mixes with my tears, creating burgundy streams over my cheeks. I scream and holler with all the pain that courses through me. The pain is so unbearable. I feel like I am going to explode if something doesn't come about to reassure me that I am mistaken, this is not my love.

But it is, and as my fingers run through his hair I still tell myself he is okay. Our bodies rock back and forth with each other as I let it all out. My energy seems to be surrounding us with all the pain, but I could care less. He is all that has and will matter to me.

" Vegeta, please no!" I scream.

And one thing becomes clear to me finally. I did it. I killed him... The gun was in my hand. The murder weapon was in my possession. This reality is too much for me to take, and in my last remorseful cry I bring the gun to myself, and place it between my lips. I grip the handle and trigger, fully prepared to take my life now if the slow deterioration of our ship does not take it.

I prepare to pull the trigger, when my vision blurs, or rather, everything around me does. Everything seems to be slowly darkening, blurring, dissolving. Everything around me is going, even the gun in my hand, the corpse in my lap. All gone.

Is this what it feels like to die in this way?

But then I feel soft, warm hands caressing my face. My eyes open once more and what stands before me looks almost angelic. Am I in heaven?

But it doesn't seem like I have gone to the other world. It seems like I have been awoken from a horrible reality to rest at the mercy of this god sitting beside me. But then I finally realize what has happened.

I have been awoken, but only from a horrid nightmare that leaves me breathless. And the god that seems to be caressing my face is none other but my mate, Vegeta.

I pull him toward me as tears stream from my eyes.

"Oh Vegeta it was horrible! I couldn't even explain to you the terror of it!"

" There wouldn't be a need for you to. I had the same dream." He says, but very calmly.

" You did?" I say, perturbed.

" Yes, and it was my dream. Not yours. You seemed to have read my dream within your sleep and witnessed all it's horror. I dreamt it and you got it sometime after it ended for me. It was as if I passed it to you in my mind. But I woke you before the end of it." He presses his lips to my cheeks, kissing my tears.

" Vegeta, could it mean something?"

" What do you mean, Kakarot? It was only a dream after all."

" Since when have dreams been so vivid, so detailed, so realistic? Since when have they caused such fear and shock that you and I quiver and scream in our sleep? It's like that other dream you had! The dream I woke you from and you told me of, it came true, and now my wife is dead by my hand, and my planet is destroyed!" I weep now with fear and anxiety.

Vegeta seems to be fearful, but not as bad as I. It seems like he has accepted the dream in a different way, and I had not.

" Kakarot... it means nothing. Don't fret. I know you would never do such a thing like what happened in the dream.." He says, without any worry in his tone. But he is apparently suppressing it.

" I know I wouldn't do it. But what if Frieza caused something that made it happen... What if Frieza did it..." I stumble within my words.

" Kakarot, that is enough." He says with slight irritation in his tone.

" Fine..." I say.

Vegeta kisses my lips gently and takes my hand. He leads me to the door and then releases it so that we can walk on our own. Our love is still our secret. And I feel it will always be. I fear that we will never get out of here. We will die here. I need to come up with a plan to get away......to make our dreams come true...

before all our nightmares do....

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