In Your Dreams

Chapter 3

In Your Dreams: Chapter 3

"H...How is this possible?" Vegeta stuttered, wanting to kick himself for not being able to form any other words.

Bulma smiled gently as she unlocked the cuffs from Goku's wrists with the key she'd fished off of the unconscious Dr. Villa. "I'll explain everything to you, but right now I think Goku could use some rest. He's been through a lot."

The woman led the younger Saiyajin a few steps down the hall before she paused and looked at the bodies on the floor. "Vegeta, I can't let these men go free. Take them down to the holding cells for now, will you? We'll deal with them later."

Usually the prince would have shouted at the woman to do her own dirty work, but this time he felt it would be best if he just did as she asked. Besides, she looked like she was going to drop at any moment.

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Several hours later...

"So then those weren't just dreams? They were telepathic messages Kakarotto sent me?"

"That seems to be the case. I'm not sure if he was doing it consciously or not, but what you described from your dreams is exactly the same as what I saw in that lab." Bulma sighed as she took a sip of her coffee. She'd given Goku a room to stay in hours before and the Saiyajin had immediately fallen asleep. Since then she'd been filling Vegeta in about all she'd learned up to that point in time. It was exhausting.

"I can't believe he has no power at all! To give up so much for that harpy of his! What a baka!"

"Vegeta! He did it for all of us! If he had stayed with the dragon for one hundred years, everyone he'd ever known and loved would have been dead when he returned! I couldn't imagine never seeing Goku again. And did you think that maybe his loved ones were more important to him than his power?"

The prince growled and looked away. He understood why the baka did it, but he was still so pissed off. Not at Kakarotto, but at the raw deal the younger Saiyajin was always dealt. He was constantly sacrificing himself for these humans and all he ever got in return was grief. It was incredibly unfair.

He spoke again, this time in a lower voice. "Can his vocal cords be repaired?

Bulma ran her finger around the rim of her cup as she thought. "I'm not sure yet. I wanted him to rest before I examined him. I'm not even sure a senzu bean would repair the damage at this point. The injury is years old."

The blue-haired woman glanced up at the prince just in time to see his frown deepen. She grinned at him. "Why? I thought you'd be happy that he was a mute. You always yelled about how annoying he was when he talked."

Vegeta growled when he felt a blush creeping across his face. "Shut up, woman! I was only curious! I don't give a fuck if the baka never speaks again!"

"Uh..."

The prince's eyes widened as Bulma focused on someone behind him and he spun in his chair. Goku stood in the doorway, one hand resting on the wall beside him. He'd changed into what appeared to be one of Vegeta's muscle shirts and a pair of sweatpants. They seemed to fit him perfectly, though the shirt was a little loose. That was very strange to the older man.

The younger Saiyajin seemed to have frozen in place upon hearing the prince's words, and his slightly wide eyes were staring back at him in what looked to be disbelief; but that expression soon melted into something unreadable.

Bulma quickly stood. "Goku, are you hungry?" The younger man shook his head once. "Did you sleep well?" A shrug. "Do you feel up to a little check-up then? I promise there will be no needles."