In Dreams: Chapter 6

 

Disclaimer:I do not own Dragonball Z, Akira Toriyama does. I am just a broke University student, who currently can't afford a birthday present for her room mate. So please don't sue.

 

 

 

Chapter 6

 

The rest of the day, she didn't see this demon; much to her relief. She stayed in her lab for the rest of the afternoon, and late into the evening. Her mother had come by to bring her some dinner, but she didn't touch most of it. She spent her time studying different invention plans she had for several projects. That did little to no good for her mind, which was completely somewhere else. It was getting late, and she was getting tired, and she didn't want to go to sleep. There was no doubt in her mind that the moment she went to sleep that he would appear. She didn't want that. She didn't want to see him.

 

And she knew that she needed sleep. Even if the cancer was gone, her body was still recovering. It needed sleep to help her naturally recover from her sickness. It was the natural order of things. That was why doctor's always told you to rest. It was what people needed when they were ill. So that was it, there was no fighting it. She needed to go to sleep. She was sure that she would indeed see him there, but that couldn't be helped at the moment. She just had to suck it up, and get the sleep her body needed so badly. It was settled then. She was going to go to sleep. Standing from her work station, she hurried to get her balance from her sore bottom, and stiff legs. Once she felt the feeling return, she left her lab, and began to go up the stairs to her room. She passed her parents, who were watching the evening news. She wishes them a good night as she passed.

 

“Sleep well honey,” Bunny wished her daughter.

 

“Take it easy, you don't seem yourself,” her father, Trunks, urged.

 

She nodded her head in agreement, and left her parents to enjoy the rest of their evening news. She smiled, knowing that her father knew there was a difference in his daughter. She loved her mother, but Bunny failed to see the big picture, and all the small things a lot it seemed. At least her father noticed the change. It was exactly what she needed at this point. To know that she wasn't completely alone in all this. At least she could turn to her dad if she needed to. She hoped she wouldn't have to go that far.

 

Opening her bedroom door, she was glad to find that her room was empty. No Saiyan Prince there to annoy her. For the moment at least. Undressing, she dropped her dirty clothes to the floor, before heading over to the bed, and lifting up one of her pillows, where she pulled out a set of pyjama's. She unfolded them, and began to dress. She had just slipped on her bottoms, when she noticed something by her door. Her eyes stopped in that direction, and it took her a moment to realize that the demon was standing there, staring at her in front of the door he had just walked through. She quickly pulled her arms up around her, covering her chest.

 

“Oh, I knew it,” Bulma cried. “You do watch me while I'm dressing!”

 

He did not seem amused, and instead just folded his arms across his chest, annoyed with her as usual it seemed.

 

“Oh please, I have stated it before, I do not want to see you naked. Besides, your covered.”

 

“I am not covered! My hands are the only thing overing my...” Bulma trailed off, as she realized that he was in fact correct. She had her pyjama pants on, and she wasn't asleep, she was awake which meant that she was currently breast-less, making her, in fact, not exposing herself. “All right, so I am not exposing myself at the moment. Sorry.”

 

He didn't seem to take her apology seriously, nor did he seem to actually care. “I take it your getting ready to go to sleep.”

 

“Yes, I am. I'm tired, and I need my rest,” Bulma replied, quickly putting on her night shirt, and took a seat on her bed. “And please, just let me have one night without you invading my dreams, I am already loosing enough sleep as it is.”

 

“I will not, and I can't. When you go to sleep I am automatically pulled into your dreams. When you go to sleep, I will be there, somewhere in your dream,” he exclaimed.

 

“Then just stay away from me,” she shot back, pulling back her covers from her bed, and positioned herself under them. She was tired enough as it was, and she just wanted one night of a 'normal' sleep cycle. She pulled the covers over her, and found a comfortable position, before she pulled on the night table lamp string to turn it off. The room went into complete darkness, and she relaxed as she readied herself for a night of well deserved sleep.

 

 

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He was there. Just as he said he would be. That didn't please her in the least. She didn't want that at all. She just wanted to have a normal dream. Not with him around. After several moments however; he wandered off on his own. A smile crossed her lips. He had listened. He actually was going off to do his own thing, and he was leaving her alone. She made a mental note to remember and thank him for this in the morning.

 

Settling into her area, Bulma began to wander around her dream. It was misty, and it wasn't her house at all. As she wandered around, the mist was fading, and her surroundings became clearer. It was a large, beautiful garden, full of red blossoms. It became clear where she was. It was her grandmother's house, a place she had spent the better half of her childhood. She stayed there for whole summers, playing in this very garden. It had been forever since she had thought about this place. Not since her grandmother's death when she was ten years old. Over fourteen-years ago. How the years had flown by.

 

She wandered to a tall bunch of the red blossoms, and bent down as she brought the bud to her nose. She took in a deep breath, taking in the sweet smell. A disappointed frown fell on her lips as she realized that there was no smell. Bulma couldn't remember what the blossoms had smelt like in real life. It was too long ago. Almost half her life.

 

Her thoughts were interrupted, by the sound of someone approaching. She groaned out loud, knowing that it had to be the Saiyan-jin, who wouldn't keep away for too long. So much for one night away from him.

 

'Probably trying to get another dream through that damn kiss,' she told herself. Standing up, she readied herself with another argument with the prince, but when she turned she was greeted with two cloaked figures. She knew it couldn't have been her regular demon. These two were too tall. Giants even, especially one that looked to be built wide like a gorilla. Her heart raced inside her chest as she looked at them, not knowing for sure if this was a good thing or not. No, this wasn't a good thing. There were now two more of these things. And there was only one thing left she could think to do.

 

Run.

 

Her mind screamed this at her over and over again, trying to help her to get free, but she felt it was doing nothing. As she ran, she could feel their presences right on her ass. And then as she thought to call out for help, one of them grabbed hold of her, yanking her back into their strong, dangerous arms.

 

“Get your hands off me!” she screamed, throwing her legs in all possible directions, trying to fight her way free. That still did nothing, and it didn't help that the other cloaked man present, had rounded out in front of her. She didn't like where this was going to go. She liked it even less when he took hold of her shoulders, and looked her right in the eyes.

 

His hood didn't cover much of his face at all, and she was able to see it more clearly. He looked a few years older than her. What frightened her more, was that he had the same black eyes as the prince. They were not as deep as his, but they were still just as dead looking.

 

“Would you just stop her already,” the man who held her demanded the one in front of her.

 

“I'm trying, but she isn't getting hypnotized. I'm looking her straight in the eye,” he explained. “Nappa, you try.”

 

Without another word, they released Bulma, but only for a moment, as the two men traded places. She used her one moment free, to fight harder, trying to throw a punch their way. That failed as Nappa, took hold of her wrist, and brought her into a close glare. There eyes were very close, and their noses were touching. Bulma made a motion, and tried to kick him hard. She got his upper thigh, which seemed to just annoy him.

 

“No, its not working,” Nappa, complained. “Its like she's immune to the spell. Or she's been marked by an angel. What do you think Raditz?”

 

“Well, that could explain why his highness is taking so long,” Raditz answered. He moved beside Nappa, and stared at Bulma for the longest time. He studied her, as did Nappa. Bulma was still fighting, but these two brutes were a lot longer than they looked.“In any case, lets finish her off, and get him out of here.”

 

“All right, I'll have the honours then,” Nappa answered, and began to bring her toward him. Bulma's whole body sudden froze. She knew what he was talking about. He was going to take a dream, and take her soul.

 

“Drop her!”

 

Bulma thought that her body had been stiff. She had that wrong, because Nappa's body went even stiffer, tightening his grip on her arms, making her cry out in pain. Nappa suddenly dropped her, making her fall onto the grass in a heap. She didn't look up, but she could hear more foot steps coming toward there gathering spot. She could see the two men part, and then roughly Bulma was lifted back up. She winced as they held the same part of her arm where Nappa had moments earlier bruised.

 

“How dare you,” she heard the voice shout again. “Her dreams, and her soul are both mine. You don't dare touch what is mine.”

 

Bulma managed to open her eyes enough to be able to tell that this was actually, her original demon, who was defending her. A glance in Nappa and Raditiz direction told her, that they were very fearful of this man. They looked as if they were about to wet themselves.

 

“W-we're sorry, we thought something had happened to you. You are always back within four days. Its been a little over a full week,” Nappa pleaded.

 

“You assumed wrong,” he screamed. He brought Bulma closer to him, placing an arm around her, forcing her up against his body. “I have just been taking my time, messing around with her. Its been fun, but she's almost empty now.”

 

Raditiz and Nappa, still looked very scared, but they didn't look very convinced. She could tell that this demon realized this, as he repositioned her in his arms, forcing her to face him.

 

“I'm in full control,” he sneered at the two men. “Observe.”

 

In a swift motion, he brought Bulma up to meet his lips. And as always, she felt the burning pain as he started his extraction of her current dream. She could feel her body becoming weaker, weaker, and weaker, until her eyes lids closed, and everything went black around her.

 

For the moment that was. They opened again, and Bulma could feel herself laying flat on her back. In her bed no doubt. She rolled over, reaching for the lamp string, pulling it, lighting up the entire room. The demon was standing at her bedside, looking at her as he seemed lost in his thoughts. She sat up, which seemed to catch his attention. His eyes stopped on her. Just as that morning, his hood was removed, so she could see his features very clearly. She was only sitting up for a moment, when her own back seemed to give away, and she fell back down on her mattress.

 

“Careful,” he stated. “Your muscles are probably going to be unusable for a few more hours.”

 

Bulma tried to move away, so she wouldn't be able to face him, but that wasn't the case at all. She was now frozen into that position, none of her muscles were reacting to her commands at all. So instead, she closed her eyes, so she wouldn't have to look at this monster.

 

“You should be thanking me,” he growled. “If they had both taken a dream, you would be dead. You heard them, they wanted me back, because I have never been away for so long. I am a leader you know.”

 

“Oh, and you taking one of my dreams is just so much better,” she tried to keep her volume under control, so her parents wouldn't catch her yelling at air when they checked up on her. “You really think your so damn special don't you princess.”

 

“Vegeta,” he stated.

 

Her eyes flew up, and she met his gaze, that was watching her carefully. “W-what did you say?”

 

“Prince Vegeta,” he stated. “My name. We've known each other long enough,and you know a lot about me as it is, you might as well know my name.”

 

Bulma was stunned. All this time, and he had actually told her his name, when she hadn't ever asked him that before. She had asked him who he was, but he told her about what he was. He never seemed willing to give up his name.

 

“Vegeta,” she repeated, as if testing to see how it sounded from her own lips. He just nodded, his eyes staying locked with hers. Not another word was spoken that night. She didn't fall asleep again, and he didn't leave. He just stood by her bed and kept an eye on her, as if silently protecting her.