It was dark, horrifyingly dark. No one was around. The only sound he could hear was that terrifying, twisted laughter. His laughter.
That sound haunted him every night for months, just like when he was a young child on that horrid ship.
As the laughter rang out, he heard his own heartbeat become louder and faster with every second. The sound of his breathing was trembling, and he felt himself begin to shake. Fear was the only emotion he could feel in the moment, he stood shaking in the dark room. Waiting.
The laughter had stopped, and he was now left listening to his own heavy breathing and terrified heartbeat. Sudden Footsteps surrounded him. With each step they got louder and louder, until the sound was directly behind him.
"Hello there, little prince..." a high pitched voice rang out, rather calm with hints of lust.
Cold fingers roughly ran their way down his sides.
He turned quickly to see speaker of the voice. Though, sadly, he already knew who would stand staring at him.
There, stood before him, was that one being he feared so much. His white skin glittered and the purple metallic spaces on the top of his head, fore arms, shins, and shoulders all glistened and shown.
His eyes. Those sickening, twisted red eyes. They gazed deep into his own obsidian eyes, with that same lustful hunger. Those eyes haunted him ever since they gazed upon him from day one, and that smile. That smile that seemed so friendly, but once in the right situation so frightening.
He couldn't move, fear had taken over his deteriorating mind.
A cold hand touched his cheek below his tearful eye. Slowly it made it's way down his face to the base of his neck, then back up to hold his chin.
"My, you've grown since we last saw each other haven't you, prince?" That same voice asked. "All the better, it never did feel quite right when you were young..."
"Wh...what d-do you want fr-from me Fr-Frieza...? Are you h-here to hurt me, l-like you did a-all tho-those years ago...?" He stuttered, tears flooded from his eyes.
"Oh please," Frieza said. He moved closer to the shakey prince. The tyrants icey breath made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. "If I wanted to hurt you," Frieza continued, whispering quietly into his ear. "I would have done so already..."
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He shot up from the bed he rested in with a fearful scream, shaking violently as warm tears began streaming down his face. He held his head in his hands, this had been the third time this week he had woken up from a nightmare like that.
As he wiped his tears away, he gazed around the room.
"Where am I...?" He asked himself.
He hadn't been here before, the room was rather small but it was homey. A few trinkets were scattered around a small table, the chair next to the table was pushed out. There was a painting on the wall across from the table of what looked to be the ocean, and next to the painting was a door.
He changed his view down to his wrists. They were bandaged up, very carefully.
It was quiet for a few more moments before the doorknob turned swiftly, and a very concerned man walked into the room.
"Vegeta! What's wrong?!" The man asked with a confused look. He was taller and had spikey jet-black hair that stuck out in all different directions, the colour matched his eyes. He wore a dark blue shirt with light jeans and brown boots, the sleeves of his over shirt were rolled up. Goku.
"Kakarrot...?"
The taller man walked over to the bed and sat carefully next to the shaking prince. He looked at him with curiosity and concern.
"What happened? I heard you yell and I came up here to find you shaking and crying."
"I j-just had a nightmare..." He replied. Goku gazed at Vegeta with a knowing look, slowly he put his hand on the prince's back. Vegeta flinched at Goku's sudden reaction. He wasn't expecting something like comfort, especially not from Goku of all people.
The taller man moved his hand away.
"Sorry, you're probably not used to being comforted like that..." Goku said as he looked away, as he gazed at the ground he continued to speak. "Of course, I would never think of hurting you like you've been hurt before." Goku shifted his eyes back to the prince, and smiled sadly.
Vegeta turned his head to face the taller saiyan with a look of shock and confusion.
"W-what is that supposed to mean...?" Vegeta's expression changed slightly, he looked more suspicious.
The taller saiyan looked at the still teary eyed man, a bit surprised.
"Don't you remember everything you told me earlier today...?" Goku asked, his eyes flickered with curiosity.
"What do you mean 'what I told you'...?" Vegeta questioned.
The taller saiyan sat there, shocked for a few moments. Did he really not remember anything? Goku smirked knowingly.
"Well, Vegeta, you told me everything..." He said carefully, as to not upset the shaken-up saiyan.
Vegeta's eyes widened with what could be taken as fear. His face went pale.
"What...what do you mean by 'everything'...?" The prince asked, his voice quivering just enough to show that he was a bit worried for Goku's response. He cursed himself for that.
Goku was quiet for a moment, trying to find a way to put it delicately, before he finally spoke.
"Well...You told me everything that happened to you with Frieza when you were a kid, and you told be everything that's been happening with Bulma." Goku replied carefully.
He watched as Vegeta's face became filled with shock and absolute disappointment, most likely in himself. He thought of himself so highly that it was strange seeing him like this. The once so proud man's eyes filled sorrow, and was soon followed by tears. He ran his fingers through his hair as he cursed himself quietly.
"God dammit..." the prince said to himself with a low growl. He had kept these things to himself, he kept everyone thinking he was the strong person he dreamt of being.
"Hey, it's okay. Everyone has their secrets that they keep locked deep down inside." Goku said as he smiled hopefully at Vegeta. "I mean, when I was younger no one would tell me that I killed my grandpa."
The prince shifted his gaze back to the taller saiyan, his eyes filled with question.
"Yeah," the taller man said. "My grandpa always told me that there was a monster that came out at night, and if I looked at the full moon it would show up and destroy everything. So each night I would go to bed early," he paused, remembering exactly what had happened. "But one night, I didn't listen to him...I woke up the next day and he was dead. Ever since then I had very vivid nightmares about that day, but no one ever told me that I was the monster..."
After he spoke, he felt tears well up in his eyes. He shook his head and chuckled, tears now freely flowing from his eyes. "I guess it's kinda funny when you think about it..." Goku said with a sad smile.
The shorter saiyan sat staring at the taller for a moment. He had never seen Goku cry. Vegeta stretched out his arm and put his hand on the taller saiyan's shoulder, carefully. He wasn't used to comforting anyone either.
Goku turned his attention to Vegeta, he smiled lightly at the prince. In return, Vegeta gave an awkward smile. It was different, but he liked it. It was kinda...cute.
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