To Dream of You
Chapter 3: Dreams
I just realized that I thanked the reviewers from the wrong story last chapter. O.O Oops. Sorry about that! I'll fix it here:
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Sorry, but the story isn't even halfway finished. ;D Don't worry, I have everything planned out so I'm not going to stop writing because of writer's block or anything.
It was time. He slipped quietly out from under teh covers and off the bed, levitating so there would be no chance of unfortunate 'creeks.' Eyes narrowing, he turned the knob of the doorhandle slowly to keep the mechanisms inside from grinding against each other too loud. He opened it a milimeter at a second, so that only Piccolo's ears would be able to detect sound inside the household. Making a three door down trip, he did the same to Bulma's door.
Stalking into the room, he leviteated over to her bed and glared at her intently. He placed his hand just above her nose, flattening it as if he were pressing it against her face as he closed his eyes and furrowed his brows in concentration.
"Time to use my 'mental thingy'," he sneered to himself, mimicking her high pitched nickname for his abilities in his head.
Concentration on her, he began to read her thoughts.
"Good, she's in a deep sleep already," he noted.
He decided to look at her dreams. She probably didn't think she had dreams because she only remembered one or two every other week, but that didn't mean she wasn't having them.
She was having a nightmare about Dr. Gero. Again. Vegeta had been sneaking into her room doing this for the past week since the incident and she was still having hellish nightmares about what could have happened.
"I won't do it!" Vegeta winced mentally. Must she scream like that, even in her thoughts?
"I guess in a situation like that, she would."
Vegeta surveyed the familiar room that he'd never been in. How she imagined such a place, he didn't know nor care. It was very metallic, with test tubes lining the tables against the wall and two huge cryogenic tubes behind Bulma. Dr. Gero sat in a gray, metal throne as he looked down at Bulma, who was being held in some kind of chair with straps around her arms.
Dr. Gero laughed, his white mustache dancing around his unseen mouth. "But you will," he claimed dangerously. "Or your mother gets it."
"Her dreams are so corny," Vegeta decided, mocking the 'threatening' line Dr. Gero had said. "She must've been watching those horrible action flicks again."
Dr. Gero pointed toa screen that turned on at cue, showing the man who kidnapped Bulma following her mother around the CC complex. He followed her into her room and shut the door.
"And when I say 'gets it,' I don't mean just 'dies'."
Bulma scowled, eyes starting to glaze as she lowered her head. "Fine," she choked. "Show them to me."
"That's why emotions get you hurt," Vegeta reprimanded her mentally, though he kept the thought to himself. Couldn't risk her hearing that in her dreams and waking up, could he?
Suddenly the setting changed in a way that it only could in a dream. Bulma turned around to see the androids behind her, but instead came face to face with a wasted city. She dropped to her knees at the entrance, starting to sob as she surveyed the wasteland.
"What have I done?" she whispered traumatically, suddenly bursting forth and sprinting into the city. Vegeta watched as she ran street after street, turning as if she knew where she were going. Why did that city look so familiar.
She charged wildy up the steps to a half-collapsed dome building. "I know I should recognize that place," he muttered in concentration."But this is the first time its appeared in her dream."
Bulma stepped over the collapsed doorframe and into the unstable building. Her eyes started watering again and she covered her mouth with her hand at the sight of a destroyed living room. A beam had speared a plamsa TV and the couches were gray from debri dust. She started flailing up the steps, not even stopping nor showing sign that she knew she had just stepped through a broken stair. She just hoisted herself up frantically and continued advancing up the stairwell. She threw herself into the second door on the left on the third floor. Vegeta began to understand, recognizing the placement of her parent's room.
She looked around savegly, finally stopping as her eyes rested on two lumps in the bed. Throwing the covers back savegely, she immediately fell back at the sight of two half-decomposed corpses resting peacefully in the bed.
Crawling backwards crab style, she felt around for a clear, debri-less place to stand up, but to her misfortune instead found herself falling straight through the floor. She stood up and recognized her room, brushing herself off.
"At least she didn't scream," Vegeta mused to himself, realizing that her room was, indeed, under her parent's.
She looked around rather calmly, considering she'd just seen what was supposed to be her parent's corpses, and looked toward the hallway. Was that- music? No wait, its someone talking. But then why is it music again?
She ventured into the hallway and followed the source of the sound, finally stopping at a near by door.
"That's my room."
She opened teh door timidly and peeked in. The room was the same as the rest, debri-filled and dusty. But the TV was on and someone was channel surfing.
Vegeta saw himself sprawled across the bed laziy, one leg hanging off the edge, his head proped a little so that he could easily see the TV. He looked at the TV boredly and with disintrest. Not even aknowledging that he knew of her presence, he continued to change channels.
Finally he stopped at the news. It was covering the andoird attack.
"Two androids, # 17 and #18, created by Dr. Gero of the Red Ribbon Army and programmed by the Capusle Corp. hostage Bulma Briefs, have been making a rampage and causing havoc across the globe as they strike city after city, their current location is right here in East City, but-" CCRRRKKKK.
Static. Vegeta, the one in the dream at least, staredat the static before eerily moving his head in the direction of Bulma.
"Look what would've happened if I hadn't rescued you!"
"AHHH!" Bulma jolted awake, sitting upright in her bed. Wiping newly formed sweat off her forehead, she tried to slow her breathing back to normal before looking around the room. Just in case.
No one.
Either way, she wouldn't get much more sleep tonight.
IIIIIIIIIIII
"Cher'l rej jul y's muiyrg?" Vegeta sneered at her, aggrivating her like there was no tomorrow.
"UGHH! SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" Bulma screeched, stomping out of the room and giving a warning glare to her father on the way out. Ever since Mr. Brief's had heard Vegeta insulting Bulma in Saiyan two days ago, he'd been trying to crack the code ever since.
Not that he knew Vegeta was insulting her, but that's what he assumed. For all he knew, Vegeta was declaring his undying passion for Bulma. Either way it wouldn't be pretty. All Vegeta had said was that the grammar and everything was similar, but the alphabet was a different order.
Not like that helped much.
"How unfair," she huffed from the other room.
"Tyzo ymr'l zuyn," he called to her as he left the complex toward the GR. Suddenly he heard a beeping noise.
"Pxup chemr'l sour mxyl!" she said proudly. Vegeta turned around to face Bulma in her victory stance, hands on hips, legs shoulder width apart. She had Raditz's scouter on.
"You reprogrammed it," he noticed, witnessing the backwards yellow numbers, though readable to her, flashing in English.
"Damn right."
"Hm. Maybe you are useful for something." Snickering at her outraged cry, he decided it was time to take his leave and go train in the gravity room.
"She'll probably have that stupid, corny dream again tonight," he muttered as he turned the controls on. "I already killed Gero, so there's no way I can make her suffer through that again."
He started warming up, doing kicks and punches in the air to adjust to the gravity.
"It is possible for me to insert myself into her dreams. Saiyans have a stronger mental capability than humans, so it should be quite plausible."
He stopped and went to the controller, turning the gravity up 50 more gs.
"But what can I do?" He started doing his kicks and punches again. "I have to get close to her... but how? Maybe I can... tempt her. Heheh."
"Vegeta!" he heard from outside the GR. There was a pounding on the door. With an annoyed sigh, he powered down the GR and opened the door.
"I came by to tell you that I have to go on a triptomorrow morningand I'm not going to be back until two days from now. Okay?"
"That's great. Now I don't have to put up with you."
"Glad to see you care so much!" she yelled sarcastically, turning on heel and stomping out.
"I'll definitely have to do it tonight," he decided with a sly smirk, continuing his training.
IIIIIIIIIIIII
It was time again. Her ki was at her lowest point. Slipping off the bed like all the previous nights, he made his way into her room again.
"Lets see what she's dreaming about this time."
It wasn't the Gero dream, that's for sure. She was dreaming about the business meeting.
"So, Ms. Briefs, you have an idea about improving the capsule storage?"
"Yes, I do," Bulma said, clicking a button and having a powerpoint come up on the wall. She presented for about 20 minutes before asking for questions.
"So, why are you so lonely?" a man asked seriously, holding his pen up to take notes on what she was going to say in response.
"What?"
"Why do you feel so lonely?" Bulma frowned.
"I don't-"
"Can't you hold on to a man?" another man asked.
"Of course I can!" Bulma huffed.
"Then why don't you have one now?" a woman asked.
"This is my chance," Vegeta decided.
"She does. She's got me," he said, appearing behind her in her dream.
"Ve-Vegeta?" she asked.
"I protect her, I'm nicer to her than I am to anyone else, and I'm damn sexy!" he claimed, still looking around at the board. "If she wakes up and remembers this, she will be forced to think that her subconcious mind thinks that about me."
"Hm... he will do nicely," the man who asked the question said, writing his name down.
"Vegeta?" Bulma asked again, blinking at him.
"Any other questions?" he asked the board.
"No, I think everything is in order!" a woman said, allowing everyone to stand up. Bulma still looked confused.
"What are you doing here?" she asked as everyone was leaving.
"I'm always here for you," he explained, almost as if it were obvious. "Can't let anything happen to you? That would crush me!" He scooped her up and took off through the window.
"I'm so confused..." she murmered.
"What's there to be confused about? You're dreaming about me caring about you," Vegeta explained casually.
"(Sigh) Yea you're right. Too bad you're never actually like this or I'd have to fall in love with you!" she joked.
Vegeta forced a chuckle. Things were going well. "Silly woman. I am always like this. Just not in a way you'd expect to see." He set her down on the CC lawn. "Now no more of those android dreams. I'd never let something like that happen to you," he said with a smirk.
He took his leave from her dream and looked in to discover her mind was filling in for him. Things had gone perfectly.
"I will crush her," he realized with an evil grin. "By making her fall in 'love,' whatever the hell that can do for a person, with me by making her confuse me with her dreams, I'll break her heart by rejecting her." He chuckled softly as he entered his room and lounged on his bed. "She'll learn that emotions are for weaklings."
"My revenge will be a good one," he growled softly before finally falling asleep.
Sorry this chapter took so long and ended up so short! I confused myself by thinking I'd already updated this, when I actually ended up updating my other story like, 3 times. I figure since I'm almost done, I'll go ahead and finish that. After I finish my other story I'll be able to focus more on this. Only 2 more chapters in 'My Band' so don't worry!
Oh, I still have to edit this. So please excuse any mistakes.