Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lost on a Dream Afar ❯ Dreams.... ( Chapter 6 )

Lost on a Dream Afar

By Crazy Chi Chi

A/N: Welcome to this installment of LOADA. I know last chapter was quite strange, and fast paced, however its leading up to the main theme, and the beginning of its own saga.

Chapter 6

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Dreams

Everything was so serene: The sky was filled with a variety of saturations and hues, almost perfect. Cloudy wisps floated by as the wind terraced its way through the rocky terrain.

He stood there, flexing his muscles beneath a azure loose - fitting outfit as his opponent stared him down, enshrouded in a film of shadow. Long wispy locks of his hair rippled through the breeze as he stepped forward ready to take the prize.

Standing on a cliff point a distance away, Bulma stared, frightened. Peeking out from a ridge, she was amazed to find herself on such a deserted location, miles from civilization. And there he was: Vegeta, yet something was amiss.

He's older. The words echoed though her mind as she looked about herself. I'm older. What's happening? Is this a dream?

Of course it was, she concurred, looking down at the aged Vegeta in the distance. And how old he looked! At least twenty-something years of age, he looked determined to end a quarrel with who ever was torturing his very soul.

All of a sudden, they disappeared, reappearing high in the sky, locked in battle. I cannot make out who is after him! Squinting frantically, she could only she a shadow, lost amiss the sunset and clouds.

WAM! Screaming in fright, she saw Vegeta plummet to the ground with a sickening crack. Limp, lifeless, he was definitely out cold, if not dead.

Then it came. The hulking shadow which engulfed her sight, her world. Grabbing her, it began to squeeze the life out of her…

Bulma snapped awake, her crumpled sleeping bag beneath her, as her eyes refocusing. Looking up, she saw a pair of feet on the console before her, an obvious body in the chair before it.

"Vegeta?" She whispered, grabbing her sleeping bag. "Are you awake?"

"Mmm…" He murmured, twisting in the chair. Crawling over, Bulma was amazed to find the no Ouji cuddled up in his smelly sweatpants and top. Awww…. She giggled inside; He looks like a teddy bear….

A dangerous teddy at the thought of it as he snoozed there, caught up in the emotions of his own dreams. Stirring, she blew on him, watching with fascination as some wisps of his fiery hair followed the breeze. He's so cute…

His eyes opened, and with a gasp of shock, she felt herself hurled backwards through the air. "Vegeta!" She screamed.

Oops! Vegeta gasped at his own actions. Yes it was a natural defense mechanism for him, however he couldn't understand why she had come so close. Leaping into the air, he caught up with her, catching her before she hit one of the portholes.

Floating midair, he held her close, trying his best to calm her down. Wide eyed, Bulma gaped.

"Calm down onna." He whispered in frustration. "Calm down, its okay!"

"Turning her head, she exclaimed, "What did you call me?"

Pondering, Vegeta, shrugged. "All I did was call you `onna.'" Stammering, he remembered slowly how could he have called her such a name. "Its what my Father called my mother by."

"'Onna'? That's cute!" she exclaimed. "Now let me down!"

"Oops." He floated down, letting go of her. "Why?"

"Cause…" She made a face. "You smell."

Ordered to the shower a moment later, Vegeta made a face as he walked down the stairs into one of the bathrooms. It's starting… His mind raced, I didn't believe it, but its starting! He thought this with a lack of enthusiasm as he slammed the door behind him, Disrobing, he began to recollect the dream he had been in, and frankly, it was awful! Trapped in a ship with a female, he had dreamt about a fictional situation which may come up. What am I thinking? Bulma won't like me… especially if I act out.

Turning on the shower, he let its cool touch to caress his body; For once he felt comfort, away from home, away from everything-

Vegeta spent the rest of the day trying to avoid Bulma. His instinctual habits were soon to come to a climax, over the next week or so.. Dizzy from the impulses and feelings he was having, Vegeta tried his best to find alternate activities.

Training Bulma to defend herself had been tough. A Chikyu-jin, she didn't have much strength, more on the brains. Basic punches, blocks were simple, however trying to teach her to manipulate her Ki was very harsh. And then there were his feelings, and the absolute feeling that maybe he might soon not control himself, brought somewhat feelings of grief.

"Vegeta?" Seeing him in the mist of a series of push-ups, she spoke. "What's wrong with you? You've definitely been avoiding me."

"Hmpf." Breathed Vegeta, focusing on the regime of his fitness activities. Jumping up, he turned, brushing his hands together. "I don't have to answer you."

"Oh, is that it?" she teased walking up to him. "You don't even want to teach me how to defend my self?"

"Don't go there." Growling, Vegeta stepped backwards, and he came even closer. The onna is overwhelming me! His mind screamed; he could smell her serene scent, the touch of lavender.

"What is wrong with you!" She was inches from his face, her fragile self had marched the Prince up to the wall. Trapped he had nowhere to run, and his animalistic instincts were heated up.

"Get away from me," he snarled, "I have no time to mettle in your own affairs."

"What do you mean? My affairs?" She smirked, "You're already in them! Halfway across the damn galaxy, I'm stuck on a ship with you! We're trillion of miles from any civilization, and I'm Bored! Then there-"

He grabbed her, lashing out. Shoving her against the wall, Vegeta snarled. "I warned you!"

Wide - eyed, Bulma was gasping for air, as the Prince surged out his energy, pinning her against the wall. Finally she gained the conscience to speak with a smirk on her face. "Kinky, aren't we?"

"Shut up!" He growled, overwhelmed. "Just leave me alone!" Pushing a away from her, he ran a hand through his hair, walking away.

Slamming the door behind him, Bulma finally sunk down to the floor. What is wrong with him?

Leaning against a metal panel outside the room, Vegeta sighed in relief. I'm getting worse…

It was hours later that Vegeta finally emerged from his room, walking towards the bathroom. Looking around, he sighed with relief, as Bulma was not about. That onna - Stop it! - Is driving me crazy!

Walking into the bathroom, he didn't notice the crumpled clothing on the floor, the steam in the hair, for he was concentrating on the task of washing his face. Splashing warm water onto his forehead he looked up at the mirror, and gasped.

Right behind him in the glass shower was Bulma. Turned away, she was washing her hair, completely nude. Following her frame, he began to tremble nervously. Oh shit….

He couldn't turn his gaze as if he was locked in a trance no matter what. His eyes dancing up and down her frame sent shivers throughout him. Finally he couldn't hold it in any longer. He growled slowly.

"Huh?" Bulma turned, and let out a scream. "VEGETA!" She yelled, throwing a bar of soap over the glass. "GET OUT! GET OUT!"

A pained look on his face, Vegeta turned away, growling to himself. Walking out, closing the door behind himself, muffling the yells from Bulma, he turned towards his room.

Collapsing on his bed, he closed his eyes, trying to take his mind away from the present.

Moments later there was a knock at the door. Damn it. He scowled, turning away. "Come in."

Walking in, fully dressed, Bulma had a look of complete disgust on her face. "Vegeta…"

"I know, I know!" He exclaimed, still turned away embarrassed.

"Please… Vegeta, tell me what's wrong." She cooed, sitting herself on the edge of his bed.

"You have no idea." He grumbled, staring out one of the portholes. "Even if I told you, you'd never understand…"

"I can try…"

"Fine! But you better not get upset or something…"

An hour later they sat there, Bulma fumbling her fingers, while Vegeta sat on the bed, sprawled out in the deafening silence.

" So that's why my dad called you a danger," commented Bulma. " I didn't believe him at first, however how you describe it, it must be horrendous. "

"Yeah, yeah." Groaned Vegeta, staring upwards, "I just don't want to hurt you, ya'know?"

"Don't worry," She said, looking at him. "I got an idea."

"What do you mean?"

"Why don't I," She paused at this moment, looking at him with an evil grin. "Tie you up? I got plenty of duck tape!"

The no Ouji frowned. "Are you crazy?" Scowling he turned over again, sighing.

"Vegeta, what's the worse that could happen? She exclaimed, "It not like there are any planets out here, besides, we're going to have to get along, rut or not."

"Its not the planets I'm worried about." Staring out the window again, he sighed once more. "I don't want to harm you."

"Harm me? Ha!" she smirked. "I'm not scared of you. I actually think I could torture you for the next week."

"What!" He turned, looking at her. Mmm…. Curves… Shaking his head, he shoved the thought away. "I'm serious, here!"

"I know, I know…" Smirking once more she collapsed on the bed, dramatically flopping her arms on Vegeta. "Oh… woe is I…"

Wide-eyed, Vegeta flinched. So close…. So close! The primal part of his mind was taking over, and he was scared on the inside. "Please-"

Fanning herself, Bulma grinned. Slowly, she dug her nails into his back, teasing him some more. Gasping, Vegeta was awe stuck, not to mention that he was almost not in control of his composure. "Bulma…"

"Hmm?" Grinning, she dug in deeply, dragging her nails down to where his tail was. "I wonder what will happen when I do this!" Without a warning she tickled his tail, causing him to groan.

"B-bulma…" He growled, "I'm warning you…"

"This is so funny!" She laughed. "Come on Vegeta, is this all you got?"

He snapped, pouncing on her, pinning her down. Gasping in shock, Bulma tried to move, however his grip was too tight. Oops! She stammered in her head. Maybe I went too far…

Smirking in a devilish way, Vegeta no Ouji had a strange look in his eyes, almost like fire. No longer was he the alien she had come to know and love, he was staring now like a crazed animal.

"Vegeta-" She stammered, wincing from his grip. "You're hurting me-"

"Quiet!" Growling, he stared down at his prize, his trophy. All sensibility had been knocked out of him, like a spilt personality he gripped her tightly, almost to a breaking point.

"Vegeta!" She yelled, causing him to release her, startled. Turning she slipped from underneath him and raced for the door. He was right behind her, chasing. Running across the ship's corridor, she knew it was no longer a joke, the no Ouji was serious. The problem of finding a place to hide was doubtful, she was scared for her life.

Growling, enjoying the hunt, he pursued her, caught up in the excitement. Snarling to himself, he was like a animal enraged.

Diving into her own room, Bulma turned and kicked the door close, getting up she locked it just as Vegeta slammed into it. "Whoa!" She yelled, falling back. Standing up, She began to shout. "Vegeta calm down!"

Finally after about a 1/2 hour the pounding stopped. Walking to her door, she unlocked it peeking out. Where is he? Pondering, her curiosity aroused, She opened the door wide and began walking cautiously out to the main deck.

Walking out to the deck, see saw a pair of bare feet on the consoles; obviously once again Vegeta was in the chair, asleep.

Walking up to him, she awed about how cute he looked when he was asleep. Awww… how cute Veggie - chan looks! Cuddled up, his torn azure sweats clung loosely to his skin as he snored away. Obviously more dangerous then he looks…

Pondering, she got an idea. Vegeta's been teaching me how to defend myself… Maybe I can use it to my advantage! Grabbing a box from beneath the console, she found her cherished duck tape and began to tear some off, slowly. Approaching, she cautiously approached, and then with a swift effort, she pulled some over his midsection, Tightly.

His eyes popped open and with a gasp he began to struggle. "Hey! Hey!"

"It for your own good!" she yelled wrapping the tape around the chair. "You scared me!"

"What do you mean?" he stared at her, stunned. "What did I do?" Then it hit him, Oh shit…

A/N: Ohhh! Veggie chan is in deep trouble! ^_^ Stay tuned for the next installement of LOADA! Please reply; those comments are what make me pull out the effort!

Next Chapter: Interpretationof Dreams.