Lollirot

The bubbles Vegeta sees are full of dreams and he knows that he’s falling down this deep, deep well. He feels nervous, but he keeps reminding himself of this. The prince looked curiously at the brilliant bubbles that floated by them.

What exactly were they? He blinks a couple of times before his brain registers that as he was falling, these strange orbs passing by were going slow enough for him to see the pictures that flashed inside. He knew what these were… didn’t he?

They were pieces that used to fit like a perfect puzzle, but he watched them fall away. But that was long ago. Catching a bubble very gently, he observed the images that blipped within. It was almost like he was watching one of those television sets, he mused.

Glimpses of strange people; a young man with purple hair, and that blue-haired woman that he remembers from the picture. Kakarot. Why was Kakarot in his dreams? The images flash within the crystal clear bubble, and he saw himself wearing a hideous pink shirt.

Was that him? He supposed and frowned as the bubble suddenly popped in his hands. Does this well ever end, he asked silently. This place was so overwhelmingly warm, and he barely remembers what came before this precious moment.

It doesn’t matter anymore, Vegeta.