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There's no turning back.
The soft metallic click of a lock sliding out of place froze Vegeta in his tracks. Without a sound he crossed the room, crouching out of sight behind the door just as the door handle completed its rotation. The door had opened only a crack when Vegeta seized his chance. In one fluid motion his fingers found the opening and flung the door wide, his other hand shot forward and seized the intruder by the throat. Vegeta sneered as the lizard squirmed in his grasp and prepared to fling it aside when, without warning, every muscle in his body convulsed in pain. The lizard wretched itself free and quickly slammed the door, leaving Vegeta alone once more.
"What the…" he choked, gasping for air. Reaching for his neck, his fingers brushed the kai inhibitor and a growl rose in his throat.
"Naughty naughty prince. We mussst not be rude" the another lizard hissed from the doorway. In his torment Vegeta had not heard the door reopen or the lizard approach.
Before the lizard could blink its amber eyes Vegeta's fingers encircled its throat and forced its bulk against the wall. The lizard made a sharp clicking sound with its teeth as its lips curled into a devilish grin. Pain swept through Vegeta's body like a tsunami wave sweeps upon an unsuspecting shore, knocking him off his feet and leaving him gasping for air.
The lizard stood over Vegeta's flailing body, his muscles beyond his control, with its finger firmly clamped on a remote control device that triggered Vegeta's kai collar. Its laugh slithered between its teeth in long hissing sounds, clawing its way into Vegeta's ears like nails on a chalkboard. Vegeta fought to regain control of his pain-contorted muscles but to no avail, leaving him to grit his teeth and glare as his back arched off the floor and his limbs shook uncontrollably.
After several mind numbingly painful minutes the lizard released Vegeta from his torture and Vegeta was left gasping on the floor, furiously attempting to regain control over his body. The lizard crouched before him and hissed, "if you want your woman to remain alive and well you bessst never touch me again. Be a good prince and eat your ssssupper."
With that it stood and departed, leaving Vegeta on the cold metallic floor with a tray of food by the door. For several more minutes Vegeta left himself on the floor, allowing its coolness to soothe his cramped muscles. The prince of all saiyans, helpless before a mere lizard he thought angrily. I'll be damned if the last thing that slimy bastard feels isn't my hands around its neck.
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Bulma found herself in bed in Capsule Corp, but this time she knew she was dreaming. Looking around she noticed how the lines between objects blurred and how all the pictures around her room were faceless. Sliding her feet back into the pink slippers she noticed they weren't as soft as she remembered them, and the texture wasn't quite right. These details had eluded her when she last dreamt she was here. Standing she didn't bother with the robe, and she wandered out into the hallway in just her sleeping gown.
She stood in her doorway, gazing down the hall that lead to her parent's room, contemplating what to do. Turning to look down the remainder of the hallway she was faced with a daunting blackness. The shadows of the hallway dissolved into nothingness, into pure blackness. Taking a step toward her parent's room the darkness crept closer. A few more steps and it swallowed her door, leaving no chance of turning back. She turned and strode boldly forward, her footsteps never making a sound. Despite her ghostly presence her ears where alive with a symphony of sound; her steady heart beat like a drum setting the stage, each breath like that of a singer as they open their mouth to sing.
As she drifted down the hallway she noticed how the door were only mere outlines on the walls, never truly leading anywhere. She slid her fingers gently over the smooth surface of the walls, never encountering any bumps or doorframes. That is until she reached Vegeta's room. Bulma recoiled her fingers in surprise, not expecting the protruding doorframe. Tentatively she opened the door and as it swung inward Vegeta's bedroom sprawled out before her. Inside she could see Vegeta lying on the floor, his back against the cold marble.
"No one ever wins this game" he said coldly, "This is where heroes and evil villains alike come to die. For once you succumb to the weakness of love and passion, you're as good as dead."
"Vegeta?" she said softly, her hands resting on her heart so that her strength would not fail her.
For a moment his head snapped in her direction and his eyes looked straight into hers, but then continued on as if searching for the source of her words. His balled his hands into fists and pounded his temples lightly as he whispered, "then I am truly going mad."
Bulma quickly approached him and ever so gently she let the tips of her fingers caress his right cheek. Without warning Vegeta sat bolt upright, shaking his head and cursing. Then he was on his feet walking past her and toward the door.
"How did I let myself become this weak" he spat, slamming his fist against the wall, "I was a destroyer of worlds, a murderer of family and friends, a monster in the dark, evil. And here I am, come to die." Angrily he threw another punch at the wall. "No" he muttered, "I am the prince of all saiyans. I will not let a weak human earthling be the death of me."
Bulma felt tears well up in her eyes, how could he say such things. She reached for him but the farther she reached the further away he became. She froze, I'm losing him.
"Vegeta!" she cried out, but this time he did not seem to hear. Clutching her heart she let her head forward, let the tears fall. She watched as a tear dripped from the tip of her nose, cascading through empty air into nothingness. Startled Bulma screamed as she looked up, looking for Vegeta, but the darkness was closing in around her. It squeezed her, pulled her, pushed her, and threatened to tear her apart.
It's just a dream she cried, but no matter how hard she tried she could not wake up. As the darkness collapsed around her she forced her eyes open and she found herself staring up at the dingy yellow ceiling of her cell. Panting and covered in a cold sweat she rolled haphazardly off the bed and stumbled into the washroom. Splashing cold water on her face she caught a glimpse of her reflection. Her eyes were bloodshot and red, deep dark circles had taken residence under her eyes, and her lips were cracked and pale. The very sight of herself made her stomach churn. Her hair was frizzy and mangled from where she had fallen asleep while it was still wet, and she was dressed in the torn, dirty battle suit she had adorned for the last battle.
Sinking to the floor she covered her mouth with her hands as she sobbed, letting the tears run freely. Within moment the arcnoid boy was beside her, wrapping his furry arms around her, and resting his fuzzy head on her shoulder. Leaning her head on his she could the blood pulse beneath his skin, a reminder of her inner strength.
Taking several deep breaths she steadied her trembling body and calmed her hurried breathing. With a sigh she gently tapped the arcnoid boy on the arm and he pulled away. Drying her face with the back of her hand she allowed the arcnoid boy to help her up. Placing a hand over her heart to bolster her strength once more she strode from the washroom.
For the first time she noticed several trays of food by the door. She stomach rumbled loudly, impatiently reminding her that she hadn't eaten for quite some time. As she began toward the food she saw the red haired child in the corner of the room and her blood turned to ice in her veins. Its eyes were staring straight through her, right into her soul. She could feel a tiny fist close over her heart and squeeze. Her breath caught in her throat and her limbs defied her commands to move. But the arcnoid boy was right behind her, pushing her forward and turning her gaze from the blood red eyes. Looking down at the food Bulma found she was no longer hungry.
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Despite his lack of appetite Vegeta forced the food down, knowing he would need it to bolster his strength. He chewed his food slowly, focusing on it a much as possible so that his mind would not stray to her. But despite his best efforts he found himself slamming his fist into the wall once more, damning her to hell. What have a fallen to, he thought angrily, hearing that woman's voice, as I lay defeated on the floor.
Vegeta was no stranger to hearing voices during his moments of weakness. When he was first taken aboard Freeza's ship he heard them constantly, the voices of his father and friends, saying they would come for him but they never showed. All he had were their voices. As time went by the voices grew more distant and one day he could no longer hear them at all, just Freeza's cold voice degrading him and punishing him…
Vegeta gritted his teeth and dropped the tray upon the floor, allowing it's loud crash to clear his mind. He heard the soft click of the door but this time he didn't move, only stood and waited.
"That'sss a good prince" the lizard hissed, "now be a good prince and come with usss."
Vegeta felt a growl rise in his chest but he stifled it, and obediently he followed the lizard and the meuhvaches down the hall.
"Do not be afraid to die prince, we are looking forward to disssssecting your dead body" the lizard sneered, his teeth clicking as it laughed.
And I look forward to pulling your intestines from your mouth and using them to strangle your pathetic form, Vegeta thought darkly as he crossed his arms and walked down the hall with his head held high.
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Bulma let out a startled yelp as she jumped up from the bed when the door swung open and slammed into the wall with a loud crash. In the doorway stood a meuhvache she had hoped she'd never see again. His red eyes locked onto hers and it gave a bellowing laugh. In a few short strides it reached her where she cowered against the wall and seemingly without effort it plucked her from the floor and threw her across the room. With a dull thud she collided with the floor and rolled into the hallway.
Gasping to catch her breath Bulma tried to stand when a boot met her ribs with a sickening crack. Moaning Bulma allowed her body to roll her onto her back, every breath sending tremors of pain through her body. When she finally dared to open her eyes her breath caught in her throat and she felt her muscles liquefy around her bones.
Glaring down at her was a monster of a man, his deep blue skin and jet black spiked hair brought the distant memory of Vegeta's whore to her mind and if she were not so scared she might have been angry. His bulking mass seemed to be entirely made of muscle; his broad chest and torso were plated in metallic armor made of a deep red metal that shone like a pool of blood under a moonlit sky, his feet bore metallic boots of the same fashion although they didn't seem to make a sound against the floor, and hanging from his shoulders was a cape as black as the darkness from her dream. His blood red eyes seemed to bore into her soul and she felt her heart skip a beat.
"Father" the arcnoid boy said quietly, as he dangled helpless in the meuhvache's grasp.
The monstrous man looked up at him and sneered, "you are no son of mine. Nothing so disgusting would ever come from my seed. No, you were sired from an arcnoid." His words etched grief upon the arcnoid boy's face and the boy let his gaze drop to the floor. Then the monster returned his gaze to Bulma. Without a sound he crouched down, examining her more closely. "Such a weak thing," he sneered, "But you are Vegeta's one weakness, and I will ensure that you are the death of him" and with that he plucked Bulma from the floor and holding her by the back of her shirt he dragged her behind him as he began down the hall.
Bulma's chest exploded in pain and every jostling movement sent fresh waves of pain down her spine. Vegeta, she cried silently, I'm sorry.
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A/N: The plot thickens. Stayed turned for Round 3, coming up next! And don't forget to write me some comments to let me know you're still reading haha. It's no fun writing to an empty internet.