Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Haunted ❯ Chapter one ( Chapter 1 )

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By: Sayeh

Vegeta cannot sleep for days. Every time, he dreams of his horrible and torturing past. Vegeta goes back to his past in his younger form only to hardly receive mercy from the tyrant, Frieza. Who will help the Saiyan Prince? Is he going to get killed twice? R&R!

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Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Horror / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.06.2006 | Updated On: 03.06.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 449 | Status: Work In Progress

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Summary: Vegeta cannot sleep for days. Every time, he dreams of his horrible and torturing past. Vegeta goes back to his past in his younger form only to hardly receive mercy from the tyrant, Frieza. Who will help the Saiyan Prince? Is he going to get killed twice? R&R!

Chapter one

Vegeta… Vegeta… Vegeta… Kill… slowly… and painfully… Royal… must die… DIE SAIYAN!

“FATHER! NOOOO! Frieza… You monster!”

Hahaha, you really think you can stand a chance against me? Your entire race must be extinct, King Vegeta. Give me your son; we had a deal, remember?

“Frieza can't hear what I am saying? I am watching my father die and there's nothing I can do? There's nothing I can do to save my people and most of all, my family… Father, how could you? How could you give me to that tyrant, Frieza?”

Vegeta's head rose as he woke up from his bed, panting very hard to try to catch his breath. His throat dried up and his heart was pounding hard like it will burst from his chest.

He looked over his side at the desk right next to his bed; he found a glass of water which he filled up before he slept. He raised his hand, to try to reach the glass of water to wet his dried up throat. He grabbed the water and drank like never before and emptied the glass in two seconds.

He let a loud sigh. `That's better.' He landed his head right back on his pillow. His scowl disappeared and relaxed his face. He was not surprised to have another nightmare of the monster he had served for years, Frieza. “That was the third time this week. What does the ugly creature want from me?” He cursed under his breath and sweat dropped like mad.

The last three nights he dreamt of Frieza killing everyone including him. He was feeling worthless that he cannot defeat even the Frieza within himself. “Curses! I will teach that Frieza a lesson when I meet him in hell.” His deep voice growled loudly, almost like a wild animal. `Frieza should've died by my hands instead of that boy, who actually seems to know a little about Frieza and never even been tortured by him. Every breath I took, every time I trained, every eye twitching and every torture is a Frieza to remember by. Whatever I do, Frieza will exist forever.' His neck hurt and then he remembered the day on Namek, where he was strangled and died in the most slowly and painful death. Even remembering his eyes, the eyes of a true murderer made him shift in his inescapable fear. “Frieza… How I would love to double the pain you had caused me…” His eyes twitched at the thought of his life's end on Namek.

“Maybe a midnight snack would do.” He got up slowly from his bed while feeling the pain that the dream had caused him in his stomach as he gagged and coughed. He put his right hand on his mouth and his vision saw double. He shook his head only to cough more as he felt warm liquid coming from his lungs. Coughed it up, he stared at his own blood on the sheets. `Just ignore it; it's just a little blood, nothing to worry about.' He stood up fully from his bed, ignoring the pain in his chest and stomach and made his way to the door, and stopped when a cold wind blew past his gravity defying hair. `Wind?' He knew that he locked the windows and the balcony door last night, and trembled. He looks around from the direction where the wind blew. `Strange… I could've sworn that I felt a chill. But I don't see any windows open. Not even the balcony door.' He shook his head in disbelief. “Is it just me or am I going crazy?”

He continued to walk to the door. `Maybe it's because of defeating the androids that are about to come in three years? But I wasn't scared before, neither am I afraid now… NO! This must be something else.' He thought as he opened his bedroom door and walked through the hallway, while trembling past Bulma's bedroom door.

Bulma's bedroom

As Vegeta walked past by, footsteps and panting were being heard behind Bulma's bedroom door. Bulma rolled over on her stomach and falls off her bed, landing on her butt straight. `Wh-What!?' As she panicked and whined, she realized she was awake and scowled as she heard Vegeta's loud footsteps. `Great, he's having sleeping problems of himself, but WHY MUST he wake me, of all people, up?' Her famous cute growl came out of her mouth as she got up. “Vegeta, you selfish ape!” She walked to her door. `Why can't he be more like Goku?' Then she remembered what Goku had done when she was sleeping. `Oh my God!' Goku took away her underwear. `Maybe not like THAT.' She shivered at the thought.

The hallway

Vegeta was deep in thought as he made his way downstairs. He took the right side into the living room. He walked over to the glass door of the front yard of Capsule Corp. and stared at the night blue sky, watching the stars twitching beautifully on the Saiyan Prince's eyes. His tail was swaying lazily side to side. “Hn, I realized that I'm not hungry at all…” He whispered softly and sighed deeply, soon to be followed by a blue haired female as she made her way towards the living room where he was standing.

“Ugh, Vegeta why aren't you in bed?” Bulma was obviously struggling to say that sense. `Is he crazy or what? This is the third time this week! He has serious problems!' Soon her eyes awakened fully when she sees the golden stars shining beautifully on Vegeta's dark brown ones. The stars reflected perfectly. `How pretty…' Their eyes locked on each other, but were soon interrupted when she saw a furry thing behind him, swaying softly. “T-Tail!? W-When did it grow back?”

Seeing the sudden surprise written all over her face, Vegeta chuckled. “You haven't noticed, woman? It grew back last night.” He smirked at her unexpected reaction.

“Oh, if you would show yourself more in this house, I would've noticed it! But what can I say? You're living in the Gravity Room.” Bulma scowled.

`This woman is quite interesting, showing me some attitude. Ha!' Vegeta inhaled deeply. “So you're saying you want me to be around you more?” He teased. He dared to admit it only to himself; he liked having a little fight with the woman.

He collapsed, supporting on one knee and coughed blood all over and felt like the more he coughed, and the more his throat tightened. He felt that his lungs were almost filled with blood. As he coughed more and spilt blood more, Bulma began to panic.

“Vegeta! Are you alright? Talk to me!” Bulma was trembling with high fear as she saw Vegeta was no longer breathing and was lying on his back after he fell on the floor.

Coughing more blood as he struggled to have some air, and finally managed to say a faint, “I'm fine…” Vegeta was sweating harshly as Bulma knelt beside him, checking his pulse. He opened his eyes to see that Bulma is shedding, `A tear? Why is she crying? Wasn't I the bastard that she thought? I thought she hated me after I yelled at her to leave me alone when I was training right after my accident in the Gravity Room.' Vegeta looked very tired although he refused to go to sleep like every time these past few days.

But Bulma did not buy the lie Vegeta was telling her, seeing that from his condition. “Vegeta… What's happened to you?” Bulma paused to yawn. “You look terrible; you haven't eaten, slept and trained these days. Hell! You even lost your fighting spirit! Do you want me to believe that you're doing great?” Bulma whispered softly and saw that Vegeta was sweating like there was no tomorrow, panting like crazy and soon followed by his pale face, almost identical to a ghost. “You lost too much blood.”

“Wo, woman, just leave me alone. You don't understand.” Vegeta wiped his forehead with his left hand and was having nausea.

Bulma can only whisper, seeing him in a bad shape. “Vegeta… What's happening to you?”

Vegeta managed to lift his head to reply, but failed as he fainted to black.