Chapter 2: Through Hazed Eyes
BSOD: Forgot to mention, Do NOT flame me! I know I'm not that good at playing Vegeta and I haven't seen DBZ in a while ( -cough- -cough- 8 years –cough-) but this is for my friend. I'm trying my best!
The rest of the night was rather quiet. And yet I couldn't help but feel an awful paranoia. What if he wanted to finish the job tonight? I sat up in my bed with a blanket wrapped around my body as I shook. I should never have accepted the chore from Bulma! To hell with her happiness! I need sleep and peace in order to do my homework and now that I have a constant fear of a man living in the same building I can't get anything done.
As the sun rose I heaved a heavy sigh. It was time to get on my way to College and I didn't sleep at all. To my dismay this morning would not be a very cheery one. Everyone was home and getting breakfast ready as I managed to pull myself out of bed and trudge to the bathroom. I was never a sight to behold in the morning: my hair a mess, wearing baggy pj pants, a tank top, and a baggy sweatshirt to go along with it. As I brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and got dressed I must have bumped into 3 walls, fallen on the ground, stepped in the toilet, and I swear once I heard Vegeta grunt at me. That's my life, looking through discolored, hazy eyes. I couldn't even enjoy my breakfast! I missed my mouth so many times I had to wash my face to get the syrupy waffle mess off of my slightly tanned skin. I was still not awake even after all of my trials and tribulations this morning. I should not have even thought about going to school today, I was in NO shape.
Everything went by so fast. The next thing I knew was that I mounted my Capsule scooter and flew off. The wind blowing through my hair gave me a chill which continued on as I scooted off through the summer breeze. Normally these rides were relaxing to me but today I just felt cold and sick. My hands were shaking on the handle bars as I fought to keep myself from swerving or God forbid falling off. I made the mistake of releasing one of my hands to feel my forehead. There was no fever, just sweat, a cold sweat. The next thing I knew I was floating in the same world that Vegeta had sent me to when he had choked me to death; the same black and grey fuzz and then the black room. There was nothing but black surrounding me as I tried to find my hands but I wasn't able to see myself. It was as if my life meant nothing and I was just another piece of the black space.
When I opened my eyes I noticed I was still floating, but I could see my arms and the butt of someone carrying me. Cool air was flooding up my skirt as my savior flew me…wait. I was FLYING without my scooter! "H-hey… what's…" I was so tired and drained. The blue jumpsuit, it was Vegeta wasn't it?
"Just shut up you idiot…" Oh yeah, that was Vegeta alright. He was lecturing me on being an idiot, but I couldn't really listen to him as I watched the world zoom by. I didn't like this mind set, it made me feel so powerless that I couldn't control any thought or action. "To think you passed out miles above the ground… If I hadn't been there you would have died…" He realized I wasn't listening the moment he turned to see my eyes closed. I had fallen asleep. He could gloat all he wanted when I woke up, but for now I needed the sleep.
I awoke in my bedroom covered in blankets with a cold cloth on my forehead. "Mhn." I grunted lightly as I removed the cloth and placed it back in the wooden bowl full of water. It wasn't like I had a fever! I was just tired because of my paranoia of being killed by the very man that saved me. What business was it of his to do so anyways? I mean, I was appreciative of the fact I wasn't dead or harmed in any way but he didn't seem the type to really help anyone.
Pushing the blankets up and off of me I moved to edge of my bed, rubbing my eyes. I still felt hazy but at least I wouldn't pass out again. No one else was in the room with me… thank God. I had a weird dream when I was in the darkness. I was in a church when I looked outside the window to see Vegeta stark naked being attacked by what looked like a dangerous swarm of insects. As I made my way out side to get him the swarm had stopped attacking him as I dragged him inside of the church. He was rather heavy and hard for me to carry into the pews but I managed to pull all my strength together for him. He woke up briefly to mumble something to me, but he was too weak to say anything other than jumbled phrases. As I watched him lay there with such innocence I noticed a tail of a monkey and bruises lacing his body. He looked younger… a few years younger actually. I couldn't help but touch his smooth skin and the moment I did so everything was healed and he woke, his eyes boring into mine. I shook my head, trying to stop thinking about the odd dream. There were so many questions I had about this dream, but I wouldn't dare answer myself. I was afraid to know the answer.
I managed to get up and walk out of my room to the bright light of the hall. My head pounded and my body ached from sleeping for so long. It must have been night time… There wasn't much of a bustle in the house which normally meant people were out again. Making my way to the kitchen, I stretched my aching limbs and yawned before reaching to open the fridge. Plenty of MREs: Meals Ready to Eat. The military term was the term we used in the house because Vegeta didn't like the words 'left over'. The real kind of MREs were the ones that reheated in water for only a few minutes and made you constipated as heck. Never again would I eat a military boxed meal. "…mh…" I grunted, grabbing the first box out of the fridge, popping off the top, and then jammed it into the microwave on high for a few minutes. There was no noise except for the faint buzzing of the microwave and a man on the tv speaking about problems around the world. This sort of quiet, it's what I wanted but I couldn't help but feel a tiny tinge of pain in my heart. I really was lonely wasn't I? My standards are so high I can't even get a date anymore.
The constant beeping of the microwave caught my attention. The food was done, oh joy. I took the food out of the microwave with oven mitts and made my way to the couch to eat my meal. I didn't remember turning the television on, but in this house nothing really made any sense. That was it, I knew I needed to snap out of my self-pity or else I would have another breakdown. I sat down on the left side of the couch placing my legs up as I spooned little bits of mashed potato into my mouth followed by some sort of cheesy substance. I gave up trying to figure out what Mrs. Briefs' cooking was. I mean, don't get me wrong, it was edible and rather delicious once you got used to it, but the mass of food looked like a train wreck. I finished up my meal and sat back on the couch. To my surprise there was light snoring coming to the right of me. I hadn't even noticed! Vegeta was sleeping with at least 7 empty containers of food littering the coffee table, his feet propped up, and his arms crosses like he was still awake. He must have broken the training pod somehow… Vegeta never watched tv. Actually, he never took a break was more like it.
I couldn't help but smile at his sleeping face. It was just like in my dream, but he looked a little bit older now; not to mention angrier. Well, he may have been a dangerous, evil, man but he did save you. And he was sort of cute. I grabbed the nearest blanket and covered him up the bed I could not getting any acknowledgement from him. He must have been in a deep sleep. I shook my head as thoughts crossed my mind. I would not even think about taking advantage of him while he slept. He could easily kill me! And yet, I was so desperate for attention from the opposite sex. I would never stoop so low! Though if this loneliness kept up Who knows what would happen to me. I let out a sigh and laid my head on the couch by his thigh. 'Why is it that I want to get close to you…' I whispered lowly. I wasn't expecting an answer from anyone; it was a question for me to answer. But I didn't think about it with fear that I might look too deeply into things. Vegeta was a good looking man, but he was way out of my league. He trained hard and fought like a warrior and I… I was a lazy College student who had a hard time understanding things. Opposites attract, yeah right. Growing up I was always told to find someone who would 'compliment' me in every way, and this man before me didn't compliment me, he made me look like an idiot and feel weak.
I heard a slight 'hmph' which made me look up to the powerful man. Vegeta heard me! He was smirking down at me with a smug expression. I just wanted to kick him in the teeth for pretending to be asleep. "Well…" Before he could say anything else I looked toward the tv again, my face showing a slight red.
"You heard nothing…" I growled at him lightly which set him off in a fit of laughter. Yeah… This was starting to get interesting.