#good thing she's a dbz expert now from listening to me ramble at length

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apparently wip wednesday is a thing

so HERE YOU GO i guess, i almost never write fanfiction and the last vegebul fic i wrote was a decade ago but i've been rewatching dbz so here's some immediately post-buu bullshit i'm working on

There were so many things that Vegeta could dream, but what he dreams of is this: Darkness. The taste of dirt in his mouth. The weight crushing around him. In his dreams, Goku buries him deeper. The piles of earth on top of his corpse are endless. In his dreams, Goku buries him so deep that Vegeta can't remember air or light or freedom. He can't remember his name. He can't remember his being. Goku buries him so deep he'll never get out. Vegeta buries him so deep he'll never get out. In the minutes after he wakes, somewhere safe and comfortable, he remembers the dirt. He remembers the true memory of it: a moment's confusion, maybe a brief instinct of fear, but no struggle. He freed himself easily. He awoke easily. It is forgotten in his waking moments, inconsequential. It's only in his nightmares that it recurs.