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Like Clockwork (365 Days)

Day 013: Prelude to Majin Vegeta

He could never go back to sleep once woken from a nightmare. He woke with a bit of a start, his heart clogged in his throat and his mind delirious as to where he was. He was way too tense for his liking, and when he opened his eyes they had already darkened in remembrance of his past. He felt the warm body next to his and for a split second he was taken back to Frieza's ship with a whore sleeping next to him in the same fashion. His head turned ever so slightly to look at the blue haired woman next to him, frowning at himself. Bulma was many things, but a whore she was definitely not. He stared at her sleeping figure for a while, unable to look away for some unfathomable reason.

Fortunately, this nightmare didn't cause Vegeta to go into one of his 'episodes', but it left him feeling unsettled. Despite the connection with the woman besides him, he felt like he needed to leave. As to where and for how long, he couldn't really say. Gently retracting his arm from her, he moved from the bed so fast that it didn't even more as he shifted, and now he stood at the end of the bed and doing everything he could to not look at her. He looked around the room in silence, their room, and was suddenly very angry. The all too fresh memory of the way he used to be was fresh in his mind and he wondered just why the hell he was still living on Earth, and even worse living some domesticated life as if he actually belonged here.

He had changed from his sleeping pants to his blue suit before he even realized what he was doing, and as he reached for his boots he hesitated, his mind reeling and shuffling through thoughts faster than he could really process them. Vegeta didn't know what the hell was wrong with him, but with an angry grunt he grabbed his boots anyways and sat in the computer chair at Bulma's worktable. He just needed some fresh air, to just get out of the house for a few hours. He had been feeling cooped up lately and he figured that perhaps that was the reason for these strange thoughts. He had to get away from her scent that infested inside of his brain and made everything hazy. For once, he needed to be thinking clearly.

He stood and walked to his dresser, staring at the white gloves sitting on top of them. He hadn't worn them in a while, and the thought made him angry all over again. He had worn these for a reason, but lately he hadn't felt the need to. With a sudden fierce determination he all but shoved his hands into the gloves, clenching his hands into fist as he stared down at them. The unsettled feeling grew worse, and suddenly Vegeta was vehemently wishing he had never landed on this backwater planet. He hated it. He hated the humans, he hated their traditions, he hated how they thought, and he hated their weakness. He hated living on the same planet as Kakarot and yet could do nothing about the power gap between them since the man had decided to stay in the world of the dead. But the tournament was coming up and Kakarot had made it clear he would be coming back for a day to compete.

His vision traveled from his hands to the mirror, and he was nearly taken by surprise by what he saw there. It wasn't the Vegeta he had slowly turned into over the years, but instead it was the Vegeta that had visited Earth for the very first time. His eyes were so very black and glinted in the dark, and Vegeta suddenly craved blood. It was what he knew. It was what he was used to. It was what he needed.

He snarled as his reflection and quickly turned on his heel and stepped into the doorway, placing his hand on the frame and pausing only for a moment to look back at the woman who was still sound asleep. She trusted him whole-heartedly, and if he wanted to he could wake her and look into her eyes as he strangled the life out of her. She could do nothing to stop him. With a sudden feeling of dullness and a sense of deformity making itself present in the Saiyans' brain, he narrowed his eyes at her sleeping figure. He didn't want this family he had unknowingly gained. That wasn't who he was. He was a killer and a monster.

And she was a fool.