Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Haunting Nightmares ❯ Chapter 1

Thoughts.

Vegeta woke with a start, he was covered in a cold sweat. His muscular chest heaving. Father. He hadn't dreamt let alone thought of his father in years. Why now? What's changed? Those questions haunted him. He had trained day in and day out trying to forget that horrible day, trying to forget the pain he had felt when he touched his fathers dead skin.

He got up quickly and walked into his bathroom. Starting the hot water he striped out of his clothes and got into the shower letting the hot water pound into his body. He began to tense up as he remembered his nightmare. Why would I be thinking about this? I haven't thought about that day for so long. He turned his face into the water.

Vegeta stood there for over an hour thinking. When he finally got out, he got into his amour and walk to the gravity room.

About two hours later he thought he had had enough of blowing the battle bots to smithereens. So he turned off the GR and walked into the kitchen to find the breakfast hadn't been made yet.

"Onna!" Vegeta yelled through Bulma's door. "Onna where is my food?"

Bulma groaned and opened one of her eyes to look at her alarm clock on her nightstand. "Damn it Vegeta! It's only 4:30 in the morning!"

"So?" Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm hungry so get up and make me breakfast."

"If it's before 8 am then make your own damn breakfast!" Bulma yelled. "I'm going back to sleep." With that she turned over and started to fall back to sleep.

"Nani?" Vegeta was pissed, no one ever told him no, especially these weak humans. He kicked in the door causing it to go flying against the opposite wall and then shatter into a thousand different pieces.

Bulma sat straight up right. "Vegeta! What the hell do you think you're doing?" The bottom of her bed was now covered in some of the splinters of wood.

"I said make me breakfast onna. Now." With that he turned and walked out of the room, leaving Bulma there to try to understand what just happened.

About 15 minutes later Bulma walked into the kitchen in her robe looking fully pissed off. "Are you happy oh great Saiyajin no ouji?" All she got was a grunt for an answer. "I'll take that as a yes." She turned and start to make him his usual 60 some odd plates of food. "Here" She handed him is food when she was done. "I really don't see why you don't just ask the maid to do it. That's why shes here you know." She didn't get a response as the prince start to devour his meal. "Kay I'm going back to bed. Later!" She turns and walks out of the room leaving Vegeta in the kitchen to clean up after himself.

Bulma made her way back to her room. When she got there she began to pick up the mess that the baka had left behind. I can't believe him! Marching in my room at 4:30 in the morning is bad enough but to break down my door! When she finally collected all the pieces to her door she called down for a maid bot to pick them up.

When all that was done she took off her robe and crawled into bed, and with in seconds she was fast asleep. Or she was until Vegeta came stomping into her room at about 6.

"Get up onna!" Vegeta growled.

"What now Vegeta?" Bulma asked in a sleepy tone.

"The GR needs to be fixed again." He huffed and crossed his arms across his chest again.

"Again?! But I just fixed it last week." She sat up in bed to glare at him. "Can't it wait till later?"

"No it can't wait till later!" He yelled.

"Fine! I'll be down in ten minutes." Bulma grumbled as she moved so that her legs were hanging off the bed.

Vegeta looked at her for a moment then turned and stalked out of the room and down the hall to his own.

In ten minutes Bulma was dressed and down at the gravity room with her toolbox. "What did the monkey boy do this time?" She found the problem and started to fix it when non other then the `monkey boy' walked in.

"Did you fix it yet?" Vegeta snapped while watching her work.

"Does it look like I'm done?" Bulma snapped back. "If I'm still down here with tools in my hand don't you think I wouldn't be done?"

"Well hurry up and fix it onna!" Vegeta yelled his temper starting to rise. "I want it done by lunch time."

"It's done when it's done." Bulma yelled back at him, her temper also rising. "Don't tell me what to do! You don't own me and I'm sure as hell not your servant." She throws down her tools and stands up. "If your gonna treat me like I am then you can fix your own goddamn GR!"

With that Bulma turned and walked out of the door, but she didn't get very far when Vegeta came up behind her. "Care to repeat that onna?" He growled.

"I said you can…" She was cut off as Vegeta's hands closed around her throat. "V-Vegeta?"

"Like I said." His hands tightened their grip. "Care to repeat that?"

Bulma's eyes widened as her breathing started to sound labored. "Let me go!" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"Make me." Vegeta replied a small smirk appearing on his lips. Just as Bulma opened her mouth to say something her father walked into the hallway. Vegeta let go of Bulma and walked quickly back to the gravity room.

"Damn him." Bulma cursed under her breath, then she turned to her father. "Hey dad."

"Hello Bulma." Dr. Briefs replied, looking up from his paperwork. "What are you up too?"

Bulma was shocked. Her father had been too busy looking at his papers to even notice that Vegeta had tried to kill her. "Nothing. I'm just taking a break from fixing the GR again."

"Again?" Now it was his turn to look shocked. "But didn't you fix it just last week?"

"Yeah. Well the prince of monkeys seems to think it funny to try to blow himself up every chance he gets." Bulma sighed and turned around to go back to the gravity room and back to Vegeta.