Saiyan Love

enough

-7 years later- (Vegeta and Raje are 19 now and Raditz is 21. Nappa is idk... Like 40's or something)

Working for Frieza has been absolute hell for Raje. Everything she wanted to give up was now forced onto her to keep Frieza happy. When leaving on missions the guys usually let her stay in te ship. Nappa and Raditz learned to accept her morals but when it came to one if them needing help, they expected Raje to jump in and do the 'right thing'.

Raje was now lying in her room, cringing to the sounds of screaming and crying. She would sometimes cry herself to sleep because of the innocent lives being taken and there was nothing she could do about it. The guilt ate her up alive. The nightmares were even worse. All the times she had to kill somebody replayed in her head 24/7.

The guys came into the ship and were covered in blood. Raje felt sick to her stomach, knowing that it wasn't their blood stained on the armor.

"Knock. Knock." Raditz stood in the door way with Nappa and Vegeta.

"Can you go change?" she scrunched her face, getting grosses out.

Napoa and Raditz groaned then hit te showers. Vegeta sat on the bed next to Raje. She scooted away from him. He looked down at his armor seeing the drying blood, realizing that Raje was disturbed by it. "Still haven't got used to this, huh?"

"I'll never get used to it. What we do is terrible, Vegeta." she cried. Vegeta isn't the sympathetic type but when Raje would cry, it tore him up inside. He put his muscular arm around her shoulder causing her to move to the opposite side of the bed. She couldn't talk to him right now. Not after what he had just done.

Vegeta sighed, running his hand through his spiky hair. "I'll get changed and we'll talk about this afterwards." Raje nodded. He showered in his room and came back to talk to her. She was wrapped in her blankets, sound asleep. Vegeta sat beside her, moving strands of her raven colored hair out of her face. "Goodnight, my princess." Vegeta was almost out the door until the sounds of whimpering caught his attention. Raje was tossing and turning in her sleep and had the sweats. "Raje?" Vegeta walked to her bedside. "Hey, wake up." he shook her gently. Her eyes shot open after a few attempts to wake her. "Were you having a nightmare?" she nodded. "About what?"

"It's not important."

"Everything about you is important to me."

"I just have these awful nightmares where I'm single handily conquering all of these planets and killing innocent people... and not feeling bad about it. Their blood soaked on my hands and... and... I'm a monster. I don't want to turn into that." she let her head fall onto Vegeta's shoulder.

"You won't turn out like that. You can't even kill a fly without feeling bad." Raje playfully smacked his arm. He always had a way of somehow making her feel better. "I'm sorry that you have to see what we do. But that's the way things are."

"I know. Thanks for the chat."

"Anything for you." he placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

Raje held his hand, "Th-this is a little embarrassing but can you sleep in my bed tonight? If you don't want to, I completely understand. I just always feel safer when you're around."

Vegeta smiled, throwing the covers over the both of them. Over the past 7 years, he and Raje both developed really strong feelings for each other. Although, both were too scared to admit it. They're sleeping in the same bed for crying out loud! They hoped the other would express how they felt. They knew they liked each other but it was too nerve wrecking to say it.

"Vegeta?"

"Huh?" Vegeta groaned, half asleep.

"Can I tell you something?"