Memories Resurfaced: Night of Silence and Pain

Memories Resurfaced Ch.5

Vegeta stared at Bulma with confusion. He'd seen the whole ordeal, but couldn't understand. Why is she crying over that pathetic fool? He thought. He raised his brow at her and took a minute to stare right into her blue eyes. He felt lost. It was the most difficult thing he had ever done to look away from those big, beautiful, blue eyes that were dotted with tears. And for some reason, he felt sadness welt within himself just seeing her sad.

Bulma wiped her eyes and stared right back into Vegeta's handsome face. Looking at his slightly tanned skin, his permanent scowl, his slightly upturned nose, and his dark onyx eyes made her tingle head to toe. She could stare at him forever.

Goku decided to speak up to end the uncomfortable silence.
"Um...Bulma? Are you okay?" he asked innocently.
"Huh? Yes, Goku. I'm okay," she sighed back at him. "I think I'll be alright."
"If you're sure, then I'd better get going before Chi-Chi gets worried, okay?"
"Yeah, but, what about the pizza?"
"Don't worry! I'm sure Vegeta would like to help you eat it! Right, Vegeta?" He 'hmphed' as a response; Goku took it as a yes.
"Great! See you later, Bulma, Vegeta!" Goku said while putting two fingers on his head, and before either of the two could blink, he disappeared.

Vegeta and Bulma spent the rest of the evening in silence while staring at the TV eating pizza. It wasn't until 1 o' clock in the morning that Bulma turned the TV off and broke the silence.
"Vegeta?" she asked.
"What?" he replied with his usual grumpy attitude.
"Are you feeling better?"
"What's it to you?"
"Well, I'm just trying to be nice!"
"Look! I don't need your pathetic human sympathy or your concern! Even if I DID need help, the last person I'd ask for it would be YOU! So leave me alone!"

Bulma was stunned. She felt as though she were thrown off the balcony of her big mansion. It took all of her strength to keep herself from sobbing again. But the tears came anyway. She grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it, hoping to hide the tears from the un-feeling prince that sat beside her.

Vegeta stared at her once again. Females were a puzzle yet for him to solve, and Bulma was the hardest part. She was bossy, short-tempered, rich, and snobby. But she broke easily. The very same feeling Vegeta had earlier came back to him. For some reason, he wanted to console her and dry her tears; an unfamiliar feeling indeed for the cold Saiyan prince.
Bulma felt as though the tears wouldn't stop. They kept falling like a waterfall; soaking the tortured pillow she grasped more and more each second. Normally, she would counter his remarks with one of her own, but this time it struck a nerve. She wanted to die on the spot, and not come back. It was as though her body would run out of fluids to cry any second, but they still came.

Vegeta had had enough. He got up and headed upstairs to his room, taking one last glance at the crying Bulma on the couch. He flopped onto his bed with utmost tiredness. He was too overwhelmed with exhaustion to change for bed. Without another thought, he drifted off into the realm of dreams once again.

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It was that place again. It was that dank cell that smelled of death and inhabited evil. He opened his eyes and looked around. It was a laboratory. His eyes wandered and caught the corpse of his very mother. He cringed back tears and looked away. Those disrespectful murderers didn't even bother to take notice of the slain royalty that lied on the floor, even if it was as clear as daylight.

Next to him was the leader of the evil race with the dark spectacles that hid so much evil. And also next to him, was another scientist with a branding iron in hand; it was burning hot. He came to a realization that he was tied onto a cold metal table. His brain went into a panic phase. What were they doing with that iron? He had to escape this hell, that fate had thrown him in before something happened.

Without warning, the scientist next to him grabbed his hand and pushed the branding iron into his right hand. He screamed in pain as the hot iron burned itself onto his flesh. The scientist finally let off and backed away with a smirk on his face. Vegeta looked at his hand in horror. There, in his burnt hand, was the symbol of the slaves of the Artillian race. The symbol of the slaves was embedded into his flesh. Hatred filled his eyes and rage took over his mind. He wanted to kill, and wanted it badly.

Before either of the scientists could think, Vegeta broke out of his chains with enormous power and threw both of them back into the stonewall. He jumped into the air and threw all the power he could muster out in a big ki blast at the second scientist. He disintegrated into dust before his very eyes. Vegeta landed on the table again, still full of rage, but weakened from the power of the blast.

The head scientist stared at Vegeta with horror. His right hand man was dead, without a second thought. He glared with hatred at the small panting figure before him. He faded out of vision and reappeared behind Vegeta. It was too late before Vegeta realized a long, slick knife had been driven into his stomach. He then blacked out.

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