So here it is chapter 11! I proofread it as soon as I got out of bed and after running a few errands hopefully I can proofread chapter 12 before leaving for work.
Bulma looked at the ceiling and thought about what had happened five days ago. When their lips had locked she had felt like electricity had traveled through her whole body, making every fiber of her being burst with joy. She had enjoyed every moment, savored every touch they had given each other and lost herself completely in their shared climaxes. She had started to slumber lightly but had clearly heard him get out of the bed and take a shower. After stretching a bit she had been awake enough to see his naked back as he left the room to train. She had shed a tear of joy. Even after making such a mess in time, she would still see him walking towards a GR build by her, only wearing trousers and shoes. The first couple of times they had had sex at Earth, Vegeta had also walked away as soon as she slumbered. But slowly, he had started to linger in the bed a bit longer and one time, they had been talking for two hours before he finally decided to get out of bed to train.
She had felt like she was in her own private heaven, but it had all been shattered when two soldiers had entered the room, thrown the clothes from the floor at her and made it clear, that she should follow. She had used the first day in her cell to try and cooperate with her shock. She had then used the second day to yell at herself for being stupid enough to feel as happy as she did. Vegeta had summoned her in the first place to rape her, but he had ended up doing the second-most cruel act he could do towards her: having sex with her and then get rid of her like a used piece of cloth. The third day had gone by with more self-loathing, especially thinking about her friends after the nightmare she had had.
She had been in the bedroom once again, this time lying with her head at Vegeta's chest as he slumbered. Suddenly Gohan had stood by the bedside with empty eyes and pointed at her. She could hear his voice even though he had no mouth; the last blast, that had killed him, had made a hole through his head just where his mouth had been. "How could you? He killed us, your friends, and then you do this?" As the echo of Gohan's voice disappeared so did he, but only to be replaced by Goku. He had no arms and his torso was filled with tiny holes after ki-blasts. His eyes weren't empty as Gohan's. There had been a fire of hatred Bulma had never before seen in her best friend's eyes. "I have always believed that every being has something good in it. Time and time again people have called me stupid or ignorant, but I have always kept my head high. But now I know that I have been ignorant. If there is one being in the entire universe, that doesn't have any good in him, it's the monster you've just given yourself to." Bulma had tried to move her body, she had tried to speak up, but she was locked. The bedcovers on her body suddenly weighed thousands of pounds, leaving her immobile. She knew, that Goku never would say such words, she knew it was her unconsciousness showing her what she didn't want to see or hear. But it seemed so real!
Goku disappeared like Gohan and was replaced by Niklo. His chest had a hole, where his heart had once been, and Bulma would do everything to forget the sight. He had yelled at her in an alien tongue before looking her dead in the eye saying: "I believed you were better than this." He also vanished and was replaced by Krillin. The tiny hole in his chest was leaking blood and he just looked at her, not saying anything.
When the door had been opened to her cell as a soldier brought her food, she had awoken with a scream so loudly the soldier had thrown the tray away and dropped into a fighting position. Bulma had just been gasping for air, still devastated by her nightmare, and the soldier had ended up leaving without bringing back new food. She hadn't cared. She was sure she would have started to vomit if she tried to eat.
Bulma sat up and looked at the empty plate at her table. She had started eating again the day before, and with the new energy from the food, her self-loathing had returned even greater. Today she had acknowledged, that her feeling of guilt wasn't started by the sex she had had with Vegeta, but by the longing, that was even stronger in her body after having sex with the man she loved after such a long time. And she felt guilty because she knew that the hands, she now longed to feel once again, had killed four of her dearest friends.
The rattle of the lock startled Bulma. She had gotten food not long ago, and thoughts started to fly around her head. Had Vegeta decided that he now had gotten everything useful out of her, so she should be killed off instead of taking up space and eat their food? She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't get up from the bed she was sitting at. The soldier, that had tried to tell her by hand signs to get up, got impatient and grabbed her arm before shoving her out of the room. After regaining her balance Bulma looked at the soldier and started to spew curses at him, perfectly aware of him not understanding her words but getting the meaning by her tone.
The soldier mumbled something and started to push her through the corridors. She kept yelling at him, not because she was still mad, but because it kept her mind of what might happen when they got to their destination. Bulma was so caught up in trying to find new things to call the guard, who clearly was about to lose his patience with her, that she didn't notice they had arrived in front of the door to Vegeta's private room.
Even if he didn't have the ability to feel kis, Vegeta would still have known the woman had arrived outside his room. He could hear her shouting and cursing, calling the soldier escorting her names. At first he frowned, but he couldn't help the smirk, that soon took over. He had wanted to make her suffer when he discarded her, but now he knew that her spirit was one of the things, that had made him keep her at his ship as long as he had. Perhaps he would have a quarrel with her to satisfy his mind before his body got what it wanted.
He opened the door, clearly startling the two people on the other side of it. The soldier saluted and said: "I have brought the earthling as asked, my lord."
"I can see that," Vegeta said and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "What have you done since she calls you imbecile fool and so on?" His tail swayed loosely behind him, and through the corner of his eyes he could see Bulma taking a quick glance at it.
The soldier looked at Bulma and snarled. Even though she didn't know what he and Vegeta talked about, she was quite sure Vegeta had translated some of the things he had heard through the door.
"I don't know, my lord," he said and looked at Vegeta once again. "She didn't rise when I opened the door, and as soon as I had gotten her out of the cell she started yelling."
Vegeta looked at the now silent Bulma. "What did he do to make you this agitated, woman?"
Bulma was taken by surprise by the question and fought to find her voice before she said: "I was lost in thoughts when he came into the cell and grabbed my arm before throwing me out of the door." She laid her hand on the place where he had grabbed her. It still felt a bit sore, she was sure it would bruise. "But I do apologize," she spat at the soldier, still aware that he didn't understand her, "that I called your mother the parent of the scum of the universe, but please believe me, I have been under quite some stress lately and cannot remember the manners my own mother taught me."
Vegeta smirked and looked at the soldier once again. He could see how agitated the man was starting to become. "You're dismissed," he said and let his tail grab Bulma's wrist. He led her into the room and left the fuming soldier alone in the corridor.
Bulma dried her hair with the towel after slipping into the clean jumpsuit provided for her. Vegeta had wrinkled his nose and said he couldn't be near the stench of prison that hung around her. She had started a fit, but stopped as a little sky-blue alien came out of the bathroom and said something to Vegeta before leaving the bedroom. Vegeta had then waved her towards the bathroom, where she had been overjoyed by the clean clothes and the brush waiting for her. She hadn't had a proper bath since the semi-bath the regenerationtank had been.
She looked at herself in the mirror. The shadows underneath her eyes had almost been washed away by the water, and she could still feel the disgust she had felt, when she saw how dark the soap had been when it had streamed down her body. She felt refreshed but also confused by this sudden act of… kindness? She didn't dare to get her hope high.
When she entered the bedroom she saw Vegeta sitting in one of the chairs, looking at her. She didn't know what to do with herself, and she ended up resting her hands at her hips saying: "What? Have you never seen a woman right after her bath?"
"Usually I'm the reason the woman needs a bath," Vegeta said without taking his eyes off of her. He almost laughed when he saw the perplexed look on her face, but just kept his smirk in place. "I know grown men who would have been surprised by your foul mouth earlier, and yet you get embarrassed by that remark?"
"Well excuse me for being taken by surprise, your highness," she said and got red in the face by embarrassment and irritation. "But I didn't have the impression, that you were a jokester."
"Normally I'm not, but I have met this creature, that just beg for being made fun of," Vegeta said, much to his own surprise, but it had the effect he wanted.
"If I was brought here to be made fun of, your highness," she spat as she felt her blood start to boil, "then I would rather be left alone in my cell. I don't believe a prince should use a lady as a form of entertaining."
"Then it's my luck you're not a lady," Vegeta said and got out of the chair. She was clearly annoyed, and he enjoyed their little chat, but his body was getting impatient. "A lady wouldn't swear like a sailor or yell like a spoiled child, but you did both." She was about to say something, but he stopped her by clamping his hand over her mouth. Her eyes shot wide open and he looked into them with lust shinning out of his eyes. "And I do have a way for you to entertain me."
Bulma knew she should feel irate by his remarks, or at least try to make a come-back, but her thoughts went completely blank when his tail sneaked around her waist as he locked her lips in a passionate kiss.
I hope the dream wasn't too messy written, I tried to rewrite it three or four times before finally accepting that it couldn't get much better.