**I almost forgot! Today is the 2 month anniversary of my fic getting posted on this site! So, to
celebrate, I'm putting up 2 chapters in addition to the normal amount! This is the first! I hope ya'll
enjoy your treat!**
Chapter 19:
Dream Ventures
**Rrrrr! Vegeta sucks! Rrrrr!** Bulma teased, giggling foolishly.
**SHUT THE HELL UP WOMAN!**
**I'LL BE DAMNED IF I DO! VEGETA SUCKS! VEGETA SUCKS!** in her excitement, Bulma
began dancing around the prince. **Kami this is fun!**
**Woman...** Vegeta growled, uncrossing his arms and glaring at her.
'If looks could kill...' Bulma kept this thought to herself, simply grinning like the Cheshire Cat at his
POed expression.
**Oh Vegeta, what are you gonna do now? Nee-ner nee-ner nee-ner!** Bulma was having fun taunting
the Saiyan, just to annoy him in such a unique way was most entertaining.
**Woman, you had better cut that out before I knock out all of your pretty little teeth!** warned the
prince.
**Oh, tsk tsk, Vegeta. Making empty threats. For shame.**
**It wasn't a threat, it was a promise.**
**Humph. Ruining my fun for the sake of your pride, that's not nice.** Bulma complained, a sinister
look slowly creeping upon her features as she devised a plan.
Vegeta turned his back to her and merely smirked in triumph.
**Oh Vegeta...**
When he swung back around, Bulma jumped at him. In his surprise, the prince couldn't react as the
woman knocked him down onto his back and began pulling at his hair.
"Come now, Vegeta, you must have seen this one coming!" she chided aloud, winding her hands through
his ebony locks and yanking them as hard as she could.
"WOMAN! You'd better let go of my hair before I blast you into the next dimension!" roared the angry
Saiyan.
"Oooo! So soft!" she cooed before pulling his mane again, harder than before.
"ARG! Let go of my damn hair!" commanded the irate Vegeta.
Bulma giggled happily. She knew Vegeta could simply power up and burn her from him, or toss her off
himself, but she didn't know why he wasn't doing so. Maybe he was having fun too and was trying to
cover it up by acting angry. The woman mercifully released her hold on his locks and sat on his chest,
still chuckling. Vegeta only glared at her icily, unconsciously rubbing his now-sore head.
"That was not smart, woman." he said lowly.
"Maybe so, but damn was it fun!" she replied, still laughing softly.
"Humph. How would you like it if I were to start pulling on your ugly head?!" he demanded.
"See, it would be different then because you could actually hurt me. Hell, you could rip my head off my
damn shoulders if you pulled hard enough!" this comment caused her to giggle even more.
"Woman, you are one screwed-up wench." sighed Vegeta, folding his arms beneath his head and gazing
at the sky, ignoring the female on his chest.
**It's so pretty out here.** Bulma sighed mentally, placing her hands on either side of Vegeta and
leaning back.
The prince snatched a glance at the woman and snickered.
**What?** she demanded, shifting her gaze back to him.
**I was just thinking about how much uglier you look under all these stars.** he replied, facing the sky
once more and smirking.
**You look handsome too.** Bulma said, leaning forward to give him a peck on the cheek.
Vegeta just grunted at her affectionate gesture. He wasn't ready to go that far, yet. Bulma rolled off him
and cuddled up to his side, sighing happily as her cold body quickly warmed up from the Saiyan. In all of
her fun, she hadn't noticed the chilled night air. She was sound asleep in seconds flat, or at least he
thought she was.
The prince was curious as to the abilities of the mental bond. So far he knew that they could communicate
and share desired thoughts using it, but what were it's limitations? Was it feasible for him to go into her
dreams? Or to sort through her memories? The possibilities were seemingly infinite, and he wanted to
see where they ended. He moved his hands to Bulma's forehead and gently laid them down upon her
skin, hesitating. Vegeta decided to take the chance and concentrated on entering Bulma's subconscious,
he was extremely curious as to whether she dreamed of him often...
* * * * *
A/N: Okay, I just wanted to tell you guys something. Read this dream sequence very carefully
because it is a hint as to what is to come in one of my later fics. As soon as I finish this one, I am
going to start on a new B/V A/U get together. I think it will be quite unique, but it won't be out for a
while. And I know that Bulma's dreamed up version of Vegeta is very OOC, but he fits the bill, so
oh well! Anyway, sit back and enjoy this dream succession (thus the name of the story is validated),
I can guarantee that my fic is nowhere near the end. Sayonara for now!
'Hm, interesting...' thought Vegeta as he walked about the green meadow in Bulma's dream. "Not very
original though." he said aloud.
He squinted about the large clearing, searching for it's creator. The prince took note of the surroundings;
the field ended about 400 meters ahead of him, making way for the tall green trees of a forest that
enclosed 3 of the 4 sides of the clearing, the remaining edge, to his left, was made up of a small cliff face
with a waterfall running down it into a small lake, and the water traveled all the way across the meadow
in a stream, disappearing into the forest.
As he was examining the clear blue water of the rivulet, he spotted the woman a short distance off. She
was bouncing gracefully up and down of the back of the blackest horse he had ever seen as she entered the
field from the forest. The outfit she was wearing was that of a peasant girl. He was surprised by the
shabbiness of her dress. Though it was obviously fancy for the time she was dreaming of (think the
Renaissance Age), it's blue coloring was faded and the fabric was deteriorating. She wore a clean white
apron over the skirt and had nothing on her feet. He was better pleased by the state of her blue locks. Her
hair was at least two feet longer than in reality, and was fanned out behind her in elegant waves, beautiful
despite the unflattering garb she wore. She leapt down from the horse's back and patted it gently on the
neck, her small hand picked up the animal's reins and lead it over to the pool to drink.
When the horse was settled at the lake's edge, Bulma pulled back the hem of her dress and dipped a foot
into the liquid. She withdrew it quickly as the iciness of the water bit into her skin. She walked towards
the middle of the field and lay down to face the sky. She had not yet noticed the burly Saiyan kneeling
next to a small boulder less than 20 meters from her.
Vegeta watched her intently, wondering what was going to happen next. He had been in the same
position for quite a while before anything occurred, and his patience was beginning to wear thin.
Bulma sat up suddenly, as if expecting something. Her gaze was drawn towards the forest and her blue
eyes were large in anticipation. The now-hidden Saiyan was shocked as he saw himself emerge from
between the trees. He was riding a majestic golden stallion and was wearing the tunic-like clothes of the
Krastonians and he had his tail again, it was wrapped around his waist. Vegeta's eyes widened as he saw
himself jump down from the horse and approach the woman.
Bulma stood up and offered one slender, pale hand to the apparition that resembled Vegeta. He took her
limb and gently kissed it. His dark eyes swept up to meet hers and he held her gaze.
"Hello My Lady. You look gorgeous today, as always." he smiled, a real (kind of a contradicting
statement, given the situation, huh?), true smile. Not a smirk, not a half smirk, not a frown, not a
perverted, sarcastic grin...a smile that made her giggle self-consciously.
"I'm no lady, nor no beauty, Good Prince. But I thank thee for thine gracious complement, and return it
in kind." she whispered, pulling her hand back and moving closer to him.
Vegeta smirked at the scene. The woman knew that he would never be that mushy, not in a million years.
The fact that she fantasized such things fairly amused him. 'So she has dreamed of me more than once,
how flattering.' he thought, his smirk growing wider. He refocused his ears on the couple, straining to
hear their soft conversation.
"Ah, my dear, there thou art wrong. But enough of our petty arguing, it has been long since we were last
able to meet. Tell myself, did thou miss me, My Dearest Bulma?" questioned the dream version of
Vegeta.
"More than you'll ever know, My Handsome Lord. What took thee so long to arrive?"
"I had to make sure I wouldn't be missed in my father's court. If it were to be found out about my seeing
a peasant damsel, no matter how lovely she be, the King would surely become furious. He wishes me to
marry a proper princess, the one marked for myself on her day of birth." he answered, holding her close
and inhaling the scent of her hair.
"But Prince, I thought you said I bore the emblem of thine Royal House? Doest this mean nothing then?"
she questioned, hurt, as she lifted up the bottom of her shirt slightly. Just above her belly button was
tattooed the symbol of the Royal House of Vegeta, a crown with two horizontal lines underneath it and
what was almost a smile beneath them. Fictional Vegeta lowered his head and gently kissed the mark,
whispering the holy Saiyan words used when in the presence of the sign.
Bulma didn't know what the Prince was saying in his native tongue, for though she had been receiving
lessons in the language, she had yet to master it. The real Vegeta, however, recognized the words
instantly and unconsciously muttered them under his breath.
"Siengke eno neos kqoen, Qhde enwogwie, sehetne teoseh eo poij eckis los ir hengtisw."
*King for a time, Empire forever, never shall we back down from any endeavor*
The woman's dream version of the prince straightened up suddenly, hearing the voice of another with his
sensitive ears.
"Bulma, Love, I sense someone spying upon us. I would wager my heritage and title that it be Frieza or
his henchmen!"
"Oh no! If that tyrant were to see us together, he would do all in his ungodly power to rip us from each
other!" whimpered Bulma, stepping up to her Vegeta's chest and clutching his tunic in panic, looking
around quickly for any sign of another being.
Vegeta snickered lightly; Bulma's version of him was mushier, more foolish, and dumber than Kakarrot
for Kami's sake! He decided to let them know he was there, and stood up.
The woman gasped when she set eyes on another Vegeta. How could there be two of him?!
"Who be'est thou!" demanded the Vegeta by Bulma.
"I be'est," Vegeta laughed at the odd word, "you!" he answered truthfully yet sarcastically.
"Does't thou think me a fool? I beseech ye, tell us thy true identity!" ordered Bulma's Vegeta.
"I'm you, you big dumbass." Vegeta replied, dropping the Old English wording and walking towards the
couple. "Take a good, long look at me and tell me you don't see the resemblance!"
"Quiet, you impostor! This is my belov'ed Vegeta, thou are'st nothing but a liar!" screamed Bulma,
letting go of her Saiyan and taking a step towards the black horse.
"Run, Dear Bulma. Get thy stallion and return to thy home, whilst I deal with this fraud." fictional
Vegeta ordered, quickly pulling Bulma towards himself and kissing her hard before thrusting her gently at
the animal.
"I shall!" Bulma agreed, somewhat flustered by Vegeta's sudden display of public affection. She raced to
the horse and grabbed it's reins before hoisting herself up onto it's back. "Be careful, My Love!" she
called, blowing him a kiss before kicking the steed and galloping into the forest from which she had first
emerged.
"Now, with my maiden out of harm's way, we shall finish this." spoke Bulma's Vegeta, drawing a sword
made out of ki and settling into a dueling position.
"No, now it is getting boring and I think I shall leave." corrected the real Vegeta, closing his eyes and
forcing his dream body back into his actual one.
The fictional Vegeta was most surprised when his opponent vanished into thin air. He simply stood there
gawking and whispering, "Sorcery!" over and over.
celebrate, I'm putting up 2 chapters in addition to the normal amount! This is the first! I hope ya'll
enjoy your treat!**
Chapter 19:
Dream Ventures
**Rrrrr! Vegeta sucks! Rrrrr!** Bulma teased, giggling foolishly.
**SHUT THE HELL UP WOMAN!**
**I'LL BE DAMNED IF I DO! VEGETA SUCKS! VEGETA SUCKS!** in her excitement, Bulma
began dancing around the prince. **Kami this is fun!**
**Woman...** Vegeta growled, uncrossing his arms and glaring at her.
'If looks could kill...' Bulma kept this thought to herself, simply grinning like the Cheshire Cat at his
POed expression.
**Oh Vegeta, what are you gonna do now? Nee-ner nee-ner nee-ner!** Bulma was having fun taunting
the Saiyan, just to annoy him in such a unique way was most entertaining.
**Woman, you had better cut that out before I knock out all of your pretty little teeth!** warned the
prince.
**Oh, tsk tsk, Vegeta. Making empty threats. For shame.**
**It wasn't a threat, it was a promise.**
**Humph. Ruining my fun for the sake of your pride, that's not nice.** Bulma complained, a sinister
look slowly creeping upon her features as she devised a plan.
Vegeta turned his back to her and merely smirked in triumph.
**Oh Vegeta...**
When he swung back around, Bulma jumped at him. In his surprise, the prince couldn't react as the
woman knocked him down onto his back and began pulling at his hair.
"Come now, Vegeta, you must have seen this one coming!" she chided aloud, winding her hands through
his ebony locks and yanking them as hard as she could.
"WOMAN! You'd better let go of my hair before I blast you into the next dimension!" roared the angry
Saiyan.
"Oooo! So soft!" she cooed before pulling his mane again, harder than before.
"ARG! Let go of my damn hair!" commanded the irate Vegeta.
Bulma giggled happily. She knew Vegeta could simply power up and burn her from him, or toss her off
himself, but she didn't know why he wasn't doing so. Maybe he was having fun too and was trying to
cover it up by acting angry. The woman mercifully released her hold on his locks and sat on his chest,
still chuckling. Vegeta only glared at her icily, unconsciously rubbing his now-sore head.
"That was not smart, woman." he said lowly.
"Maybe so, but damn was it fun!" she replied, still laughing softly.
"Humph. How would you like it if I were to start pulling on your ugly head?!" he demanded.
"See, it would be different then because you could actually hurt me. Hell, you could rip my head off my
damn shoulders if you pulled hard enough!" this comment caused her to giggle even more.
"Woman, you are one screwed-up wench." sighed Vegeta, folding his arms beneath his head and gazing
at the sky, ignoring the female on his chest.
**It's so pretty out here.** Bulma sighed mentally, placing her hands on either side of Vegeta and
leaning back.
The prince snatched a glance at the woman and snickered.
**What?** she demanded, shifting her gaze back to him.
**I was just thinking about how much uglier you look under all these stars.** he replied, facing the sky
once more and smirking.
**You look handsome too.** Bulma said, leaning forward to give him a peck on the cheek.
Vegeta just grunted at her affectionate gesture. He wasn't ready to go that far, yet. Bulma rolled off him
and cuddled up to his side, sighing happily as her cold body quickly warmed up from the Saiyan. In all of
her fun, she hadn't noticed the chilled night air. She was sound asleep in seconds flat, or at least he
thought she was.
The prince was curious as to the abilities of the mental bond. So far he knew that they could communicate
and share desired thoughts using it, but what were it's limitations? Was it feasible for him to go into her
dreams? Or to sort through her memories? The possibilities were seemingly infinite, and he wanted to
see where they ended. He moved his hands to Bulma's forehead and gently laid them down upon her
skin, hesitating. Vegeta decided to take the chance and concentrated on entering Bulma's subconscious,
he was extremely curious as to whether she dreamed of him often...
* * * * *
A/N: Okay, I just wanted to tell you guys something. Read this dream sequence very carefully
because it is a hint as to what is to come in one of my later fics. As soon as I finish this one, I am
going to start on a new B/V A/U get together. I think it will be quite unique, but it won't be out for a
while. And I know that Bulma's dreamed up version of Vegeta is very OOC, but he fits the bill, so
oh well! Anyway, sit back and enjoy this dream succession (thus the name of the story is validated),
I can guarantee that my fic is nowhere near the end. Sayonara for now!
'Hm, interesting...' thought Vegeta as he walked about the green meadow in Bulma's dream. "Not very
original though." he said aloud.
He squinted about the large clearing, searching for it's creator. The prince took note of the surroundings;
the field ended about 400 meters ahead of him, making way for the tall green trees of a forest that
enclosed 3 of the 4 sides of the clearing, the remaining edge, to his left, was made up of a small cliff face
with a waterfall running down it into a small lake, and the water traveled all the way across the meadow
in a stream, disappearing into the forest.
As he was examining the clear blue water of the rivulet, he spotted the woman a short distance off. She
was bouncing gracefully up and down of the back of the blackest horse he had ever seen as she entered the
field from the forest. The outfit she was wearing was that of a peasant girl. He was surprised by the
shabbiness of her dress. Though it was obviously fancy for the time she was dreaming of (think the
Renaissance Age), it's blue coloring was faded and the fabric was deteriorating. She wore a clean white
apron over the skirt and had nothing on her feet. He was better pleased by the state of her blue locks. Her
hair was at least two feet longer than in reality, and was fanned out behind her in elegant waves, beautiful
despite the unflattering garb she wore. She leapt down from the horse's back and patted it gently on the
neck, her small hand picked up the animal's reins and lead it over to the pool to drink.
When the horse was settled at the lake's edge, Bulma pulled back the hem of her dress and dipped a foot
into the liquid. She withdrew it quickly as the iciness of the water bit into her skin. She walked towards
the middle of the field and lay down to face the sky. She had not yet noticed the burly Saiyan kneeling
next to a small boulder less than 20 meters from her.
Vegeta watched her intently, wondering what was going to happen next. He had been in the same
position for quite a while before anything occurred, and his patience was beginning to wear thin.
Bulma sat up suddenly, as if expecting something. Her gaze was drawn towards the forest and her blue
eyes were large in anticipation. The now-hidden Saiyan was shocked as he saw himself emerge from
between the trees. He was riding a majestic golden stallion and was wearing the tunic-like clothes of the
Krastonians and he had his tail again, it was wrapped around his waist. Vegeta's eyes widened as he saw
himself jump down from the horse and approach the woman.
Bulma stood up and offered one slender, pale hand to the apparition that resembled Vegeta. He took her
limb and gently kissed it. His dark eyes swept up to meet hers and he held her gaze.
"Hello My Lady. You look gorgeous today, as always." he smiled, a real (kind of a contradicting
statement, given the situation, huh?), true smile. Not a smirk, not a half smirk, not a frown, not a
perverted, sarcastic grin...a smile that made her giggle self-consciously.
"I'm no lady, nor no beauty, Good Prince. But I thank thee for thine gracious complement, and return it
in kind." she whispered, pulling her hand back and moving closer to him.
Vegeta smirked at the scene. The woman knew that he would never be that mushy, not in a million years.
The fact that she fantasized such things fairly amused him. 'So she has dreamed of me more than once,
how flattering.' he thought, his smirk growing wider. He refocused his ears on the couple, straining to
hear their soft conversation.
"Ah, my dear, there thou art wrong. But enough of our petty arguing, it has been long since we were last
able to meet. Tell myself, did thou miss me, My Dearest Bulma?" questioned the dream version of
Vegeta.
"More than you'll ever know, My Handsome Lord. What took thee so long to arrive?"
"I had to make sure I wouldn't be missed in my father's court. If it were to be found out about my seeing
a peasant damsel, no matter how lovely she be, the King would surely become furious. He wishes me to
marry a proper princess, the one marked for myself on her day of birth." he answered, holding her close
and inhaling the scent of her hair.
"But Prince, I thought you said I bore the emblem of thine Royal House? Doest this mean nothing then?"
she questioned, hurt, as she lifted up the bottom of her shirt slightly. Just above her belly button was
tattooed the symbol of the Royal House of Vegeta, a crown with two horizontal lines underneath it and
what was almost a smile beneath them. Fictional Vegeta lowered his head and gently kissed the mark,
whispering the holy Saiyan words used when in the presence of the sign.
Bulma didn't know what the Prince was saying in his native tongue, for though she had been receiving
lessons in the language, she had yet to master it. The real Vegeta, however, recognized the words
instantly and unconsciously muttered them under his breath.
"Siengke eno neos kqoen, Qhde enwogwie, sehetne teoseh eo poij eckis los ir hengtisw."
*King for a time, Empire forever, never shall we back down from any endeavor*
The woman's dream version of the prince straightened up suddenly, hearing the voice of another with his
sensitive ears.
"Bulma, Love, I sense someone spying upon us. I would wager my heritage and title that it be Frieza or
his henchmen!"
"Oh no! If that tyrant were to see us together, he would do all in his ungodly power to rip us from each
other!" whimpered Bulma, stepping up to her Vegeta's chest and clutching his tunic in panic, looking
around quickly for any sign of another being.
Vegeta snickered lightly; Bulma's version of him was mushier, more foolish, and dumber than Kakarrot
for Kami's sake! He decided to let them know he was there, and stood up.
The woman gasped when she set eyes on another Vegeta. How could there be two of him?!
"Who be'est thou!" demanded the Vegeta by Bulma.
"I be'est," Vegeta laughed at the odd word, "you!" he answered truthfully yet sarcastically.
"Does't thou think me a fool? I beseech ye, tell us thy true identity!" ordered Bulma's Vegeta.
"I'm you, you big dumbass." Vegeta replied, dropping the Old English wording and walking towards the
couple. "Take a good, long look at me and tell me you don't see the resemblance!"
"Quiet, you impostor! This is my belov'ed Vegeta, thou are'st nothing but a liar!" screamed Bulma,
letting go of her Saiyan and taking a step towards the black horse.
"Run, Dear Bulma. Get thy stallion and return to thy home, whilst I deal with this fraud." fictional
Vegeta ordered, quickly pulling Bulma towards himself and kissing her hard before thrusting her gently at
the animal.
"I shall!" Bulma agreed, somewhat flustered by Vegeta's sudden display of public affection. She raced to
the horse and grabbed it's reins before hoisting herself up onto it's back. "Be careful, My Love!" she
called, blowing him a kiss before kicking the steed and galloping into the forest from which she had first
emerged.
"Now, with my maiden out of harm's way, we shall finish this." spoke Bulma's Vegeta, drawing a sword
made out of ki and settling into a dueling position.
"No, now it is getting boring and I think I shall leave." corrected the real Vegeta, closing his eyes and
forcing his dream body back into his actual one.
The fictional Vegeta was most surprised when his opponent vanished into thin air. He simply stood there
gawking and whispering, "Sorcery!" over and over.
