Chapter 5

The days passed, but he did not keep count, he refused to eat, nothing mattered to him anymore, he just lay on a mattress, which was thrown on the floor, his skin was pale and barely moved, all the expectations were had gone to.

-No one will come for me? - Bulma said, in an almost imperceptible tone, but that reflected much suffering-Mom. Dad, did you forget about me? "Tears began to come out of her eyes, which were already red and swollen, from so many times that she cried alone and without consolation.

The wound on her ankle, from the chain, was starting to become infected, and the fever started to make her delirious.

The perspiration drops fell from his forehead, his cheeks were red and his breathing began to be shaky. She looked towards a corner of the room, and could see a little girl, sitting, hugging herself, crying inconsolably.

He stretched out his arm. Why are you crying? -He said trying to reach the little one.

-You don't see it? No one will come for us, here we will die-answered the girl.

Her crying was more inconsolable. His words tore through Bulma's soul.- It is not true! - He replied to the little girl -I know that they will get us out of here-

-Don't be silly! -The girl looked askance at the woman on the floor -Look at you, you're almost one step away from death. Nobody cares- He hid his small face again. -Nobody cares-

-That is not true! - He shouted completely out of place, he knelt down with great difficulty. She started to shake her head, her hands on it -Shut up! -Bulma was totally out of touch -Leave me alone! -

At that time, Turles passed Vegeta through the door of the room, where they had the young woman, they were on their way to the boss's office, but the screams caught the attention of both men.- What the hell is that? - Vegeta asked, very startled, by that so heartbreaking request that came out of that room.

"That damn bitch," said Turles. "Stay here Vegeta-

Vegeta just stared as Turles stepped back a few meters, toward the door through which they had passed. But curiosity was more powerful, and nobody gave him orders, so he went after him.

Turles entered, to find Bulma, hitting the ground with his fists, completely bloody. - What are you doing girl? - He asked, totally desperate. He approached her and took her by the wrists. He could feel the strong heat in the young woman's body-You're feverish-

"Leave me alone!" Bulma yelled, trying to wriggle out of his grip, but it was so bad, it only faded into the man's chest.

Vegeta looked out, and could see the whole scene, he did not understand anything that was happening, but he was not interested in knowing either.

Turles noticed the young spectator-Come here Vegeta!

"What?" Vegeta said, very surprised.

-Now! -Shout Turles-hold it, I'll go looking for the key.- and left the room, leaving the young woman with that man.

He didn't know why but he obeyed. Vegeta took Bulma in his arms, and began to see the deplorable state he was in. He could feel his breathing very close to his face, he was very agitated, this, for some reason, bothered him, but he did not move. The heat emanating from Bulma's body from the fever was too much. A groan came from her lips, causing Vegeta to pull away from her a little, without letting her fall.

In a second, celestial eyes barely open, looked at him, completely full of tears -Don't leave me- She said, still delirious. Vegeta didn't know what to do, he was starting to get nervous.

-Get me out of here, please. Don't leave me alone-With what little strength she had left, she clung tightly to Vegeta's shirt-I can't alone, I don't want to continue like this. I just want to go home- The tears grew louder and louder, but it was a silent cry, only the water that came out of her eyes, was the only proof of her great torment.

For the first time in her life, after the death of her parents, she felt sorry. A great emptiness washed over him. He could see the despair in her, in his eyes, his battered body, his injured ankle, the pain in each pleading word, it was for him, a throwback to the day when he just stared, unable to do anything, while they killed His parents.

It was like seeing himself reflected in her, the pain, the suffering, the helplessness, the despair, each emotion that he had already experienced in his own flesh. A shiver ran through his body very slowly. But Turles's voice pulled him out of his transe.

"You can go now, Vegeta," he said, carefully removing Bulma as Raditz entered, to remove the chain from his ankle.

Vegeta stood up slowly, left the room, but was still very restless. Her heart was beating fast, for no reason. He leaned against the wall, and only saw Turles leave the room, carrying the young woman.

"You better go." Raditz said, taking Vegeta by the arm.

-Don't touch me, bug. I know very well which is the way out- Without saying another word, he left.

Vegeta started walking towards his house, through the desolate streets. It was very cold that night and the weather was not very pleasant. A soft drizzle wet her face, but this did not matter, her thoughts were on something else. The image of that young woman had been captured in his memory.

Once he arrived, he showered, and went to bed, it had been a very hectic day, he needed to rest. He fell asleep but his mind drew a repeated image, transformed into a nightmare.

He was standing behind a wall, he was a simple boy, watching his parents being killed, but out of nowhere, his parents vanished and the girl's body on the ground replaced them. He was no longer a child, he approached her and took her in his arms. "Help me please," the young woman pleaded. He hugged her tightly, and then woke up.

His lips were trembling, his body was completely covered in sweat, he was very agitated and his head hurt a lot. He tried to calm down, and went to the bathroom to cool off.

He looked at himself in the mirror -What the hell was that? -He didn't know why he had that nightmare, but he knew that sooner or later he would find the answer.

He went back to bed, put his hands behind his neck, and fixed his eyes on the ceiling, he was too confused.

That night it would be very difficult for him to get the image of that woman out of his thoughts. That night, I would not sleep.