April challenge (2) - 1 character
- no dialogue- 3rd POV - 1000 worddss
TITLE: What Lies in the Darkness AUTHOR: Kichi PAIRING (if applicable): None RATING: PG-13 for a little naughty
language WARNINGS: none NOTES: set after everyone is wished
back to Earth from Namek ARCHIVE:
www.geocities.com/kichisama666/fanfiction.html SUMMARY: Vegeta's lack of trust keeps
him awake
His eyelids
snapped open in alarm for the third time in the past few minutes.
They had been growing heavy for the better part of an hour while he
struggled against sleep. An irrational fear was making
complete relaxation impossible. He was afraid to fall asleep, to
succumb to his own exhaustion. He was afraid that if he closed
his eyes, the moment his limbs relaxed and his breathing grew deep and
even, something would happen. He knew he was
just being overly cautious, at least he thought he was. The truth
was he was nearly bordering on panic, if the fine trembling that surged
through his arms was any indication. He dared not
sleep. He dared not! Just because he was surrounded by weak
humans with no ki and Namekians with no balls didn't mean a
thing. Any one of them could sneak up on him and slit his throat
the minute he was unconscious. And he wished they would hurry up
and try already, he was getting to the point that keeping his eyes open
was nearly impossible. He stood up from
the couch that he had been slumped into, and ignoring the curious
glances of the Earth fighters and the few Namekians clustered around
the television he made his way to the front door. Every eye in the
room noted his unusual lack of grace as he stumbled through the
doorway, but no one made a move to help or hinder him in any way.
The sun was still
up but it was dipping toward the horizon and tingeing the sky a pale
orange. He was relieved to see only one sun. It was the
only reason for such exhaustion. On Namek he had caught maybe a
half hour of sleep after being up for days. Vejiitasei had had
two suns but they set only an hour apart. On Namek one was always
up. He had only been able to sleep after he had reached a state
of exhaustion. One he had still yet to remedy. And now he
was too anxious and mistrustful to let down his guard. As he glanced
around he didn't find any place preferable to the interior of the
house. Namekians strolled through the gardens, and several raised
their eyes as he left the building and cast him hate-filled
glares. He offered them a condescending smile as he walked past. His smile finally
faded after a few minutes. Intimidating the Namekians was too
easy but still amusing, although it didn't help him stay awake one way
or another. He sighed and
glanced around at the trees surrounding the area. They were
pitiful. Too thin and young, each. The branches were too
high and too fragile. Had he his tail still the issue would have
easily been ignored. But if he did climb up into one there was no
way to keep him in place if he did fall asleep. He growled low in
his throat. He had little choice. He could think of nothing
but sleep. He almost wished the humans hadn't fed him as soon as
they had arrived earlier. A full Saiyan with time on their hands
was usually inclined to sleep. Especially when there was no one
to fight or fuck. He sighed and
rubbed his eyes, a yawn tearing from his throat despite all he tried to
control it. He looked around again, any tree fat enough would
do. But there were none and the heaviness in his limbs was
increasing until it felt as if he was moving through water. He headed back
inside, ignoring the curious gazes of the human and Namekians. He
found his spot on the couch still empty and slumped into the soft
cushions with a sigh. This was definitely not going to help, in
fact his eyes were closing as he kicked his boots off and drew his
knees up to his chest. Two warrior Namekians taking up the other
two spaces in the couch eyed him warily for a moment, but he pointedly
ignored them. As soon as he lay his head on his knees his eyes
slid shut and his breathing grew steady. But as one of the
Namekians rose he immediately jerked awake, glaring at the green alien
in annoyance and carefully veiled alarm. The Namekian's eyes
narrowed hatefully and Vegeta let out a low growl in warning. Conversation
abruptly halted when everyone heard the vicious snarl. The
Namekian took up a fighting stance even as the other tried to calm and
dissuade him with carefully chosen words. As soon as indecision
crept into the Namekian's eyes he sneered and closed his eyes
again. The fools didn't dare attempt anything for fear of
offending their human hosts. Vegeta had no such
qualms. He could just as easily pitch the stupid alien through
the plate-glass sliding doors. But only after some rest. If
he didn't get some he would not be able to fend off any coming attacks. He snorted softly
to himself. What the hell was his problem? Why was he so
nervous? Was it because of what had just happened to him?
He was looking for an attack at every corner. And he should have
known better. He felt silly thinking the humans or the Namekians
might dare to attack him. They were a lot of cowards. If he had thought otherwise he would
have never come here. He could survive anywhere. But he was
tired of struggling for every little thing. He was done with
that part of his life. He had bought his freedom with his life
and amazingly, he been given a second chance. He didn't really
see it as that but more as a mistake on Kakarotto's part. One
that he felt certain he would make the fool regret once he ascended.
He felt a hand on
his shoulder and he jerked in alarm, nearly falling off of the
couch. The room held only himself, the blue-haired female, the
half breed, and the female's stupid mother. He blinked wearily
and rubbed his eyes, stifling a yawn. The girl beckoned
him with a wry smile and he slowly got to his feet, swaying a bit
unsteadily and then stumbling after her. She led him to a room
with more... stuff than he felt necessary in it. A bed, a closet
and a bathroom were sufficient bit there were also several electronic
devices, one of which had a screen for viewing whatever trash they
happened to watch on it. The door closed behind him as the female
murmured something he didn't quite catch. He tore off his
ruined armor and battle suit and collapsed on the bed with a groan. His
back hurt terribly from the wounds he'd sustained, but he'd been healed
enough to be fully functional. He sighed, the bed was so
soft. It would take some getting used to after sleeping on hard
mattresses and even worse, in the stupid pods! But he only lay there
for a moment before rising to his feet with a pained groan and
shuffling to the door. There had to be a
lock on his door. If not he was going to have to block it with
something, no matter how his muscles protested. But thankfully
there was a simple lock on the door which he would definitely hear if
it was being broken. He then went to the windows. Each was
locked. He sighed in relief and crawled into bed, at last he
could relax. Moments later, he
slept.
