To Dream of You
Chapter 5: Tear Her Down
LOTS OF ANNOUNCEMENTS, THE MOST IMPORTANT BEING THE 2ND ONE.
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"What have I done?" Bulma gasped to herself, bolting upright. She was completely naked… that was no dream.
"I'd think you would know, woman. You WERE there." She stared at him for what seemed like eternity to her, trying to register everything. If that was no dream, then the way he acted was real, too.
"This… is real…" she thought aloud slowly, blinking at him every once in a while.
"For the hundredth time, woman. Yes. This is real."
She took a deep breath as she started to think about her actions. What if she got pregnant? One time could still do that… but what are the odds? And if she did get pregnant, what then?
She sighed deeply. Time to face reality. She had sex with Vegeta.
But what to say? She felt… afraid. Why had he done this? She told him she loved him… and he said that he wanted it just as much as she did. Was it for the same reasons?
Would he throw her love back in her face?
She couldn't decide… based on what she thought was dreams, he was the man she always wanted. She loved him deeply when she thought he was actually like that; now that she knew he was indeed like that, that means she loves him, right?
She looked at him as he lay there peacefully. She'd never seen him without his scowl. Well, without a scowl OR a smirk. He didn't look nearly as 'hard-core' as he usually did when he had such a normal expression.
She couldn't restrain a yawn from escaping as she tried to figure out what would happen next. It'd all been so wonderful… she thought for sure it was a dream. But what to say? What to do?
"Vegeta… I…" she sighed as she struggled for words. "I…"
She stopped in surprise as he got up from the bed and started to dress himself. What was he doing? Was he… leaving her? Was he going to reject her? Tell her that it was all a big mistake and to forget about it?
"Where are you going?" she chocked out, eyes starting to sting as tears welled up. She didn't like to think about what could happen.
"To train, imbecile. It's 4 am. I always leave at this time."
She stayed silent, trying to decide whether that was good or bad that he was acting semi-normally. He was just going to train like he always did. That was good, right? He didn't say anything bad. He's just… going to train.
And then he was gone.
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Punch, kick, blast, dodge… punch, kick, blast, dodge… For hours on end he repeated these motions, accustoming himself to the unnaturally high gravity. Punch, kick, blast, dodge. Punch, kick, blast, do- whoops. Better shake that one off.
But how could he concentrate with the woman on his mind?
He'd been planning this for ages… and it was going well. But that morning, he failed to pull off a crucial part of his plan. It was supposed to be the ultimate revenge, throwing her actions and her love for him back in her face as he told her that he used her for sex, and that he played her for the emotional fool. But he didn't… and he couldn't understand why. It would have been so easy to say the words…
She was weak. It would've been so easy. She still is weak… but that would've been the best time to strike. Why could he not say the words he'd planned to say? She deserved them for being such a fool… for letting him toy with her like that.
If she couldn't pull herself together to decide what's real and what's not, she deserved those words.
"Baka woman, letting me get to her like that… couldn't even concentrate enough to realize reality…"
"After what you did to her… how could she?"
"She deserved it," he growled in response to his own thoughts, attempting to nail into his brain that she did, indeed, deserve what he did to her and what he was about to give her.
"Did she really?"
"Are you feeling guilty?" he barked to himself suddenly, deflecting his oncoming ki blast and standing up.
"What you did was horrible. And what you're planning to do is the worst thing that could happen to someone, especially a fragile creature such as her…"
"She is A WEAKLING!" he roared, face contorting and fists clenching.
"She's not weak for doing what she did. She has feelings for you."
"Feelings are for weaklings. Therefore she is WEAK."
"You have feelings for her…does that make you weak?"
"… I do not have feelings for her…" he insisted quietly.
"Don't fool yourself. You should have killed her by now, but you did not. Why did you not refuse her like you planned to when she woke up? Why do you smile when she says she loves you?"
"Because I know that the plan will work!"
"Because you return the feeling! You've played this game out longer than necessary, even longer than you yourself would like to admit, because you can't resist those blue eyes, that creamy skin…"
"Shut up!"
"You are excited at the thought of someone to match your will, your wit, your looks…"
"Silence!"
"She is not weak. If she survives what you're about to do to her, then she is one of the strongest alive."
"…"
"You must admit to that." He sighed, eyebrows un-furrowing, as his clenched fists relaxed and his face softened.
"We shall see."
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She'd been anxious to see him all day, but at the same time was scared too. He'd been in the gravity room the normal hours, coming out for lunch. Unfortunately, she'd been working and hadn't had the opportunity to see him.
She would see him at dinner. And as a bonus, her parents would be gone so that she could talk to him alone. He would be coming in any minute.
But she really wasn't looking forward to a serious talk with Vegeta. Talking to him about it could bring up… problems. He could change his mind about being with her… he could be annoyed by her talking about it and decide to end it.
He came in at the expected time, though it still jogged her from her thoughts. She didn't say anything as she continued to eat, watching him sit across from her. He started to eat like he normally did. Everything was… normal.
But it was NOT a normal day.
She finished her food and got up silently to put her dishes away, watching him out of the corner of her eye. He took another large helping and resumed inhaling his dinner.
She struggled with what to do or say. She stood in front of the sink, contemplating what she could do next.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to think that loud? I can hear every word of it," Vegeta snapped in his usual tone as he came over to the sink and dumped his dishes in.
She didn't know what to do, so she looked down at their feet. She didn't know why, but tears started to well again. She just… wanted to cry. To cry and cry and cry. To cry at her stupidity, to cry at her love for Vegeta, to cry at Vegeta himself…
Quite suddenly she felt something tilt her chin up to look at him. She realized it was his hand as he wiped her tears with his thumb and looked at her sternly.
"My woman will not look at down OR cry. A Saiyan's mate keeps her chin up." Smiling, she leaned in more and hugged him.
He found himself unable to push her off of him, instead placing a hand on her back in an awkward return of the hug.
"Woman," he called gruffly. "Saiyans do not hug, either."
"Then what are you doing?"
"I'm trying to stop you from sniveling."
"Oh. Thanks," she said, removing herself from him and looking at him in an embarrassed maner.
"My mate will never feel 'embarrassment' or 'shame' OR 'grief' unless I myself cause it."
"Oh. Sorry."
"I told you, don't apologize to anyone."
"But you said I can apologize to you!"
"Well I'm telling you now, at this moment, not to apologize to me right now."
"Okay."
"…" He stared at her strangely with a look she'd never seen before. It seemed to be a cross of uncertainly and hesitation. Whatever it was, it looked cute.
"Okay. If Saiyan's don't hug, then what do they do?"
"You already know."
"What?"
"Well," he smirked seductively, giving a throaty chuckle. "If you're that stupid I'll just have to show you again."
She squealed in surprise and delight as he swiftly picked her up and headed upstairs.
"Your room or mine?"
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"Fuck," he whispered to himself as he woke, looking down at the blue-haired woman in his arms.
What had possessed him to mate her again? That had DEFINITELY NOT been part of the plan. He slapped himself hard on the forehead as a punishment of sorts, cursing his behavior.
This would make it even more difficult to carry out his plan.
Why in the seven hells had he mated her again? He cursed his own actions. That was uncalled for and completely unnecessary. In fact, that moment would've been the perfect time to strike.
He would have to do it when she woke. If he put it off much longer, then there would be no plan.
And he would NOT be weak and give into his feelings.
She started to stir as he finally decided that the opportune moment to carry it out would be then. So he quickly released her before she gained full consciousness and sat up. When her eyes opened, he climbed off the bed and started to dress himself again.
"Hmm… it's only 3 am. Where are you going?"
"To train," he barked harshly.
"Uh… okay. But I thought you leave at 4 to train."
"I do. But TODAY I'm leaving earlier." She frowned and got up as he started to tug his boots on, also starting to dress herself.
"Vegeta, what's wrong?"
"What? Nothing is WRONG."
"Why are you acting like this?"
"Like what?"
"I thought you-"
"You thought what? That I actually have feelings for you?" He threw his head back and gave a sickeningly hearty laugh. "I… have feelings? For YOU? That's ridiculous. Why would you think such a thing?" He managed to pull his other boot all the way on, so he stood up.
"But we-"
"Mated. Big deal. Saiyans mate for prospect. Not for feelings. I only mated you because I knew I could have you and you were the most worthy one on the planet. You should take that as a compliment," he snapped as he started to walk out the door.
"But Vegeta, I love you…" she whimpered, tears starting to well.
"Don't even start with that shit. I used you to procure an good heir. And it looks like it worked, because watch out. You're pregnant," he sneered, turning on heel and marching out the door.
She sat there on the floor for a long time, thinking about what he said and did. She felt rather numb, actually. He... used her? She was preganant?
She was preganant!
Gasping in shock, she rushed to her bathroom and pulled out the emergency tester her mom placed in there. She quickly administered the test and looked at the results eagerly.
He was right. She was already pregnant.
How had he known?
"He must've sensed it," she sobbed to herself, clutching either sides of the sink and letting the tears fall down the drain. "That bastard…"
She felt used. She felt… dirty. She felt like plain shit, that's what.
How could he do this to her? She… loved him.
She sobbed pitifully as she banged on the sink in frustration, only hurting her hand in the process.
He… mated… her just for prospect. She meant nothing to him but a healthy breed of heirs and a large sum of money for his gravity room. Maybe a good lay as well.
She clutched the sides of the sink ferociously, looking up at herself in the mirror sadly. She'd never felt pain quite like this… She felt stupid. Was it really her fault?
Her thoughts jogged as she noticed something odd in her reflection.
Bulma leaned forward towards the sink. Her eyes… why were they… red? She leaned closer. No. No blood vessels popped. Her pupils were red. Blood red in fact. Was it because she was pregnant?
No. When she walked in she was sure they were blue. She distinctly remembered glancing at herself and seeing blue. She would've noticed… the red was quite outstanding. They couldn't have turned randomly like that because she was pregnant.
Maybe it was because she was pregnant with a Saiyan child? No, that couldn't be. She'd talked to Chi-Chi numerous times about her pregnancy with Gohan, and Chi-Chi never mentioned anything as strange as this.
It couldn't be that she was sad, either. She'd felt sadness before and it'd never cause a reaction such as this.
What in heavens name had caused this?
She leaned in closer to the mirror and stared into her red pupils, curiosity overcoming her as she refused to blink or look away. What was the feeling overtaking her? The longer she stared, the more it flooded her.
Anger.
She felt… angry.
She clutched the sink tighter, feeling the marble crack and break off as a result of her grip. She didn't notice. She just kept looking at those red eyes. As she looked, a powerful feeling of confidence and calm rage filled her.
Revenge.
Revenge sounded… nice.
But how?
She felt powerful… but not powerful enough to take him on in a fight. And anything emotional he did to him would only serve to amuse him. He claimed to have no need for emotions and found them a thing to play with as a toy.
She grinned wickedly, seeing the answer in the pool of red staring back into her.
She hatched the plan in her head, thanking the drastic emotions that possessed her. Almost like a chant, they told her what she needed. They showed her what to do. They erased all thoughts, her pregnancy, her love for Vegeta, everything, and replaced them with instructions for her newfound mission.
"Bring Frieza back…"
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