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A/N: Woo, another installment, for the prompt Nap. It's short, but this one is designed for the simple purpose of answering questions. Thank you so much for all of the reviews! The biggest comment I'm getting is that the installments are too short; sorry guys, that's not going to change much. This is a drabble series, and part of the Earth Customs challenge was "at least 200 words." Anyways, enjoy!
Nap
The only sound was a soft tapping as Vegeta's feet touched the hard concrete of the balcony. He held his hat loosely as one hand ran tiredly through his hair. The sun was rising against his back, and the grey light was unforgiving as it exposed his haggard face. Not for the first time, the Saiyan felt his age and the nagging guilt of inadequacy. The bed he shared with his wife seemed to call to him, taunt him, offer reprieve from his exhaustion, though he would be alone. Slowly, his feet dragged him closer.
We have Bulma.
Twenty million zeni by tomorrow night or we start shipping her back to you.
Piece.
By.
Piece.
Idly, as he lay staring up at the ceiling, the prince wondered what he would do if his in-laws or son opened a package with a severed leg in it. He wondered what he would do if he found it. Vegeta's mind started to slip away, following a train of thought he had no control of, until he was jerking awake, his mind's eye still focused on its own horrific conjurations.
Bulma, laying on the ground of a dark cellar, eyes wide and unseeing, one leg, an ear, and three fingers on her right hand missing. A single thread of blood dripping across her cheek and off her nose. Her lips parted. Her heart still.
The heels of his hands dug into his eyes as he growled. No, sleeping was not an option. Bulma was missing and he had to find her, hopefully in better shape than he was expecting.
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