Vegeta opened his eyes, and then closed them. He couldn't tell the difference. Absolute darkness surrounded the prince, and he couldn't even see the glow of his alarm clock. Wasn't I in bed? He looked around and found nothing, and it was at this point he realized he couldn't feel the bed under him.
He reached down and was astonished to find the bed wasn't even there; he was floating in the darkness.
He opened his mouth and called out, "Hello," but his own ears didn't even hear the sound. Am I deaf too? He held up his hands, but still couldn't see them, and clapped them together. No sound. He only knew his hands were together because he could no longer move his arms towards each other. He brought his hand up to his face and poked himself. Nothing.
I am deprived of my senses? He tried to smell himself, but couldn't be sure his nose was anywhere. I am completely detached from my body! The thought startled him. He had never felt so weak and vulnerable, yet he was relaxed at the same time.
He was detached from pain, but also from pleasure. The experience was unnerving. There was nothing he could do. I am alone with my thoughts. Vegeta tried to lie down, but found it was useless, because he wouldn't have been able to feel it anyway.
Why am I here?
You don't know?
Vegeta opened his eyes. The thought was not his own, yet it had sounded between his own ears. Who are you?
Who are you? The voice said back.
I am Prince Vegeta of the Saiyan race!
You are nothing.
Vegeta growled, but it didn't go further then his mouth, who are you to tell me who I am!
I only speak the truth, The voice said, you have nothing right now, so you are noth-
The first voice was cut off, and replaced by a second voice that was slightly different. MURDERER! You killed all of them! See the pain you have caused!
Before Vegeta could wonder what he meant, images flashed through his mind. He saw people dieing, he felt the pain of there suffering. He watched as an alien, a girl on a planet that looked familiar got cut down. Then he turned and saw himself aiming the hand at the fallen girl. He watched as his own body turned and grinned, then shot down another.
Vegeta gasped at the pain. It was unlike anything he had ever known.
See what pain you caused! You killed without mercy! You never let the weaker ones survive! All for your twisted sense of humor!
"No!" Vegeta cried out, the void swallowing up his words. I was under the control of Frieza! I didn't have a choice!
Bull shit! You could have run away! It's a big galaxy and you could have hidden. But you enjoyed it! You killed the weak ones for a sadistic pleasure! You coward!
But… Vegeta sensed he was falling, like something was eating him.
You cannot lie to yourself; you killed them all because you liked it!
"No! That was my past! I didn't know-"
The past creates the present! You are nothing more then a murderer! You stand before judgment! This is your life!
Then Vegeta could feel. His eyes were no longer his own once more as countless beings were slaughtered by him. He watched his own face grin is ecstasy as he killed others, killed for the pleasure of it. His body. He could feel his body being torn apart by his own attacks, the pain lingered.
You liked killing! Admit it! You are a savage, and you only want to kill!
"No!" Vegeta managed weakly as his body was plunged back into the darkness, "I didn't want to do it…"
You lie! No one can smile like that as they kill! You enjoyed it!
Who are you!
I am you. I am the murderer.
Vegeta broke down, "I'm sorry," he whispered to the empty void, "I'm sorry."
That's not good enough! Burn in hell!
Vegeta felt the flame fry his flesh, but he didn't flinch away from it. He was empty, alone with his thoughts. I'm a murderer.
Vegeta jerked awake, causing Bulma to wake as well.
"What happened?" She asked her husband, who was looking around the room in disbelieve.
"Uh, just a dream," He managed weakly.
"Don't worry," she said and wrapped her arms around him, "I'm still here and you're still my man."
Vegeta lay down and stared at the ceiling. No, I'm not your man. I am your murderer.