To Dream of You
Chapter 4: Build Her Up
Sorry again. Relatively short chapter that took forever to come out: but at least now I finished If I Knew Then so I don't have to worry about that anymore, meaning there should be more time for this.
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STILL HAVE TO EDIT! I uploaded half of the chapter and then typed the rest in the 'edit' box on here, so some words might run together or something cause of the stupid way this thing saves.
"Mkay, you know how to explain the capsulation process, right?"
"Yes, dad," Bulma explained. Again. "Don't worry! Everything is covered. You just enjoy the time off with mom. And mom, don't forget to leave Vegeta alone unless you're cooking for him. He's easily annoyed."
"I'll take good care of him for you, hun. Don't fret!"
"Mom, you act like we're married."
"You're right. If you were he'd be going with you."
"Exactly. Well, I'm off! Love you both. Bye."
She hopped into her topless hovercar and sped off. She'd only been driving an hour, thirty minutes away from North City (thinking of Vegeta the whole time of course) when it happened.
"This music you're listening to is shit."
Had she not recognized the gruff voice, she most likely would have swerved and barely avoided hitting the oncoming truck.
"Vegeta? What are you doing here?"
"I'm always here for you," he started off gruffly like he rehearsed, pulling memories of the dream back to her. He slid in another line. "Can't let anything happen to you, can I? It would crush me-" He heard her heartbeat skip. "-if I wasn't the one to kill you." She sighed at that.
"I wonder if the thing about not showing it right was true," she murmured to herself. Vegeta knew she was talking about his closing statement before he'd left her dream.
"What?" he feigned.
"Nothing. Just a weird dream I had."
His face remained stoic, but had he the chance he would've chuckled at the irony.
"What's the meeting for?"
"I'm going to present a new capsulation process that will allow more storage." Of course, Vegeta already knew this from her dream.
"So why isn't your father going?"
"Well, since I came up with it, he thought it was time I start speaking up for my own work. Especially if I'm going to be taking the company one day."
"I see."
(... 30 min. awkward silence...)
"Well, we're here. What are you going to do?"
"What do you mean? I'm coming in with you."
"But-" He busted open the front doors and walked inside casually. "-you're in your training uniform." she finished, sighing as she started to half run after him.
"Woman! Hurry up!" he barked from inside, startling the numerous secretaries scurrying around the lobby.
"Well, if you're in such a hurry why don't you help me with the presentation?" she asked sarcastically, thinking back to her dream and how unrealistic it was.
"Fine. I will!" Snatching her suitcase, he went into the lecture room they would meet in and broke it open, reading the notes and files inside.
"Ugh... I should just IGNORE him."
"Woman, stop talking to yourself and get your presentation thing ready."
"What the hell does it look like I'm doing?" she asked, hands on hips as she strode over and started to load her PowerPoint.
"What does he think he's doing, following me up here? If he's going to try and embarrass me, he's got another thing coming..."
"And what exactly are you going to do to me if I do embarrass you?"
"Stop messing around in my thoughts!"
"But your head is so loud and annoying it seeps in."
"SHUT UP! Why ARE you here?"
"I told you. I can't let anything happen to you."
"At this point I don't care what happens to me, because you're more of a hassle than anyone else is."
"Which is EXACTLY why I have to protect you."
"Urgh! You know what. Fuck you. I'm going to ignore you."
"Okay, you do that."
"I will!"
"Well then why aren't you?"
"I am!"
"Well why are you still talking to me?"
"I'm not!"
"... WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME FOR?"
"Hm... I was just trying to figure out how much makeup you put on to remove half of the unattractiveness from your face. I must inform you, though, it didn't work."
"Ah! Mrs. Briefs! I see you're all set up."
Attempting to keep from clenching her mouth too hard in fear that her teeth would shatter, she clenched her fists instead and mustered a grin.
"Eh... yes. Please have a seat while we wait for the other board members to arrive."
Taking a seat, the old man peered at Vegeta. "Erm... who are you?" he asked, weirder out by Vegeta's spandex. Vegeta glared in return.
"Vegeta," he mumbled.
"Uh... okay. I mean... what are you doing here?"
"He's my... uh... business assistant. AND personal trainer!" Bulma quickly cut in. "I apologize for his attire. We'd come back from a workout session and I forgot to bring his extra clothes."
"Ah.. that's understandable," the man nodded, relaxed at the explanation.
"Um... I'm going to go run and see the secretary real quick for something. I'll be right back. If any other members arrive, will you tell them I'm coming?"
"Yes, of course. Go ahead." The old man watched her leave the room and then looked to Vegeta. "So uh... anything going on between you two?"
Perplexed by how to answer the question, he scowled.
"Oh! I didn't mean to offend you! I mean I was just wondering..." Vegeta ignored him as he trailed off. He didn't want anyone coming on to her. She had to fall in love with him. Wait. The man never said he was asking because of Bulma...
Horrified at the thought of the man asking because of HIM, Vegeta quickly corrected him. "No! You had it right! We're... engaged."
"Oh, really? So lucky..." Vegeta's eyes widened. Was he talking about him or her?
Before he could figure it out and make his get away, a couple more men walked into the room.
"Jerry! Glad to see you're already here. And who's this?"
"I'm Vegeta."
"He's Ms. Brief's business partner and personal trainer. That's why he's wearing the spandex. They forgot to bring extra clothes or something. Actually... it's going to be MRS. Briefs soon, isn't it?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Shit. The woman's back. Actually... that's good."
"Just play along, woman." She nodded her head to him.
"Uh.. yea. Why?"
"Oh we were just discussing what a lucky young man this is!" one of the men Vegeta heard referred to as "Tom" said.
"Yes," another named Clarence agreed. "Marrying such a lovely young lady!"
"That's right. She's mine, bitches." Vegeta smirked at his own thought.
"Disgusting," Bulma grimaced inwardly, noting their eyes roaming up along her legs. "I owe you Vegeta," she called to him mentally. He gave her a confused look. But thank god he'd warded them off by saying they were engaged!
"Alright, gentlemen. As soon as the other five board members arrive, we'll begin."
Vegeta sighed. It was going to be a long and boring event.
By the end of the session, he was sure he was brain dead. Rubbing his temples in an attempt to stimulate brain activity, he snapped into complete consciousness as he heard the board members start to ask her questions to wrap up the meeting.
"So, what are your plans for marketing this if you don't gain approval?"
"Shit," she winced mentally. "My dad forgot to tell me that. He said we were counting on this approval."
"Time to step in," Vegeta decided, slamming his hands down on the table in the action of standing up to gain their attention. "The company doesn't need approval. They can rig up their product without it, but we thought it would be in your best interest to slap your approval label on it."
"What? Who is this?" an outrageous female board member shrieked. Obviously they did not like to think of themselves as incompetent.
"Don't listen to him!" Bulma wailed, running over and trying to move in front of him. "He's-"
"-her business partner. And what I mean is that we are here to promote the product, am I right? And we apparently need your approval to market it. However, if you do not decide to approve it and you attempt to sue us over it, we'd be gaining all the publicity we need…probably more than if you had just approved it in the first place. And I know such a loophole wouldn't be very... er... helpful to this board when other companies catch on."
The board started to murmur, making Bulma pale considerably.
"It looks like you're the lucky one, Mrs. Briefs. Your business partner is impeccable. He knows the system well. You've got yourself an approval."
In a state of shock so great, she didn't notice that the board started to file out. Attempting to stutter a thank you to Vegeta, she stopped when she saw the large smirk on his face.
"Well, thanks, I guess. You got me the approval. Just don't scare me like that next time."
"Yea yea. Oh, don't bother to go down the stairs. I do NOT want to have to deal with that woman at the front again," Vegeta explained, grimacing at the thought of that blonde harpy at the front attempting to seduce him in the lobby. He scooped Bulma up and flew out the window, exactly like in her dream from the day before.
"Wow," she murmured, thinking back to it. "I'm so confused."
He chuckled. "What's there to be confused about? You're dreaming about me caring about you." He forced a smile so it would replay the scene from her dream. She stared at him wide-eyed.
"What the fuck is going-" He quickly squeezed a point on her neck, knocking her out. A wicked grin on his face, he touched down to her car and capsulated all her things. Then he capsulated the car, shoved them all in her pocket, and took off again.
Hoping the wind would waken her in a few hours, he flew around in circles, stopping at a few different countries to look at sights. He could sense her mind start to become aware again, so he immediately took back off to the building where the meeting was held. As she awakened, he quickly went to the point where he'd knocked her out and headed in the direction of Capsule Corp.
"What... what happened?"
"You fell asleep almost as soon as I picked you up, fool."
"Huh? Oh wow. I must've been really tired."
"You just don't want to admit you like me carrying you," he stated casually, almost like he said it every day.
"Huh?" she looked around, trying to figure out if she never woke up. "Am I... asleep?"
"How could you be?"
"I... never mind. Are we almost there?" He grunted affirmatively. Touching down on the lawn, he set her down more gently than he would have, making her give him another strange look.
"Are you sure I'm still not sleeping? Actually... are YOU okay? It might just be you and not me."
"Remember, woman. It'll ALWAYS be you," he sneered, shoving the capsules in her hand and taking off to the GR to do some training.
"I wish I knew what was going on..." she muttered, flipping through the capsules and wondering how he'd gotten them.
IIIIIIIIIIIII
For months he'd been haunting her... haunting her dreams. It would be an extreme understatement to say that she was disturbed. He made her... see things. See things that later came to be. Feeling dysfunctional due to the constant de ja vu... she slowly started to loose her grip on reality.
"Vegeta?" she asked softly as she opened the door to her room, heading towards the bathroom. He was padding down the hallway, presumably heading for the same place as her. He stopped when he heard her speak.
"Vegeta?" she asked again softly, peering through the darkness despite knowing perfectly well that it was him.
His gaze pierced hers, causing an involuntary shudder to creep down her spine. He crossed his arms and looked at her expectantly.
"What... are you...doing?" she asked slowly, almost in a careful manner. "Up?" she added as an afterthought. He just stared at her, making her begin to feel uncomfortable. It was the same feeling she felt when she thought she was being watched. Only this time she knew she was.
"What are YOU doing up?" he retorted calmly, stepping towards her so that they were practically nose to nose. Feeling the urge to back away, she resisted as she felt compelled to stay where she was.
"I... have to use the bathroom," she answered informatively.
"Really?" He smirked at her, eyes narrowing as she struggled to keep her gaze on him.
"Yes. Really." She inhaled deeply and held it.
"Oh." The next thing she knew, she was pressed again the wall, lips all over hers.
"Woah," her thoughts commented, finally registering his kiss. Regaining her senses, she found herself kissing back; she didn't even complain when his hands started to roam along her waist. He broke the kiss without warning, stopping and looking at her the same way he did before he even kissed her at all. She looked into his blank stare.
"Do you still have to use the bathroom?"
"Just a dream..." she muttered. "No," she answered him honestly. "But I'm tired. I think I'll stay asleep." She shuffled over to the bed and collapsed on it, out cold again.
Vegeta smirked at her as he looked down at her unconscious form. His actions in her dream had been perfect. Grinning to himself as he thought of his own brilliance, he slowly shifted to the other side of the bed and laid down beside her. He would awaken when the time was right.
When she did come to, he'd awakened himself as he expected. She looked around.
Still night.
"She must've awaken so soon because she unknowingly sensed I was in the bed," Vegeta realized, laughing inwardly as she sat up and shuffled around the room.
"Stupid dreams," she mumbled incoherently to herself. "God damned Vegeta keeping me awake."
"You dreamt about me?" he asked in mock surprised, startling her to a close heart attack. She stared at him for a good three minutes before shaking her head psychotically. Stuff like this had been happening a lot to her in the last month. Everything was so confusing... when she thought something was a dream, Vegeta would mention it in real life, or at least what she thought it was. And when she was sure it was real life, he would later say that he had no idea what she was talking about.
"Just another FUCKING dream..." she mumbled. "God damned Vegeta... taunting me in my sleep... can't get a fucking grip on reality... can't even tell when I'm awake anymore..."
"You're awake right now, baka," he informed her sitting up and looking at her.
"Impossible. This is just a follow up to the dream I had just before."
"Good. She's completely lost the ability to decipher from reality and fantasy..." he noted to himself, grinning as he realized he could finally carry out the plan he'd been setting up for months.
"Woman, come here." Giving him an annoyed look, she reluctantly stumbled over and flopped down on the best beside him, face down into the pillows.
"What?" she muffled.
"Tell me you love me," he demanded randomly.
"Well, I'm in love with the Vegeta in my dreams, meaning that logically, I must be in love with you because I'm in a dream."
"But this is no dream."
"Like hell it isn't." He slapped her ass, roughly to her, lightly to him.
"Oww..." she breathed into the pillow, rubbing herself tenderly.
"If it hurts, then this isn't a dream," he reasoned, unable to refrain from grinning at her silence. She sat up.
"You're right!" she gasped, feigning to notice her sudden awareness, eyes wide like a child. "Then that means..." He smirked at her and nodded.
"We really made out?" she shrieked. "No... this can't be right. You talking to me nicely now ISN'T POSSIBLE. This is a dream." He frowned deeply at her denial, causing her to crawl backwards away from him and fall off the bed.
""What the hell are you talking about?" he sighed, ignoring the thud of her land. She poked her head over the bed from off the floor, eyes wide in anticipation of his actions.
"Are you for real?"
"I just proved that I am!" he growled, annoyance clear.
"The pain could've been from me sleeping!" she reasoned exaggeratedly, shaking her head. "I could've rolled off the bed in real life and translated it to you slapping me in my dream."
"Come here, little one," he cooed softly, feeling slightly afraid that his plan wouldn't work. He softly beckoned her. Eyes refusing to narrow from their huge look, she got back up on the bed and crawled towards him. He pulled her into his lap and stroked her face.
"Could something like this really be a dream?"
"Well... normally I would hope, pray, and 'dream' that you would do something like this in real life, but considering that YOU, Vegeta, are stroking my face and cooing to me gently, it must still be a dream."
Sighing, he picked her up.
"Where are you taking me?"
"You'll see." She looked down to find herself over her spa.
"What the fu-" The next thing she knew, she was soaking wet and gasping for air like a fish out of water.
"I believe you," she managed to squeak.
"Good," he murmured, removing his clothes, causing her eyes to widen twice as far as humans thought possible.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" he murmured into her neck, running his lips over her skin.
"Why... why are you doing this?" she whispered, unable to push him away.
"Isn't this what you want?" She looked at him silently for a moment before practically tackling him.
"You didn't answer my question..." she managed to spurt out as he placed heated kisses on her face when she broke off.
"Did you ever consider that this is also what I want?" She grinned at him wickedly, which he rewarded with another kiss.
IIIIIIIIII
She opened her eyes to find her ceiling staring back at her. Sighing as she admitted her consciousness in reality, she groaned in frustration as she turned towards the clock, agonizing over the early time.
It was then she heard it: breathing... right next to her.
"Woman, do you understand that you're in reality now?"
She gasped as she turned to meet him, just realizing that she wasn't wearing anything and that her hair was wet.
"What have I done?"
Well... MUAHAHA! Oh and uh... if you don't know what she did then you are a dumbass. But if you really think I wasn't clear enough... I guess don't be afraid to ask. Please read and review!