A piece that will take place later on in the new version of "The Day I Met Vegeta"

I am waiting... waiting for him...waiting....waiting... he does not come... I know that I will wait for him till the end of time itself. I don't understand this feeling... this devotion to a man that I've never met. I just know that I will wait...waiting till I am old and gray, hoping that he will return to my dreams to hold me again.

He makes me feel safe... I do not know why and the harder I try to understand it, the more confused I become... I want to kill it, this feeling, to smother it till it is erased from existence... I am not supposed to be feeling this way, I promised myself that I wouldn't.

The pain is so real, though it has been a long time since I felt it... filling me, tearing, pulling, binding, paralyzing, bleeding... I shudder, remembering the tiny details with remarkable clarity... It did not happen yesterday nor did it occur a year ago.... 6 years gone and I continue to relive it each day, scarred and broken... A moment in time has become my disease, burrowing deep beneath my flesh through bone and sinew, seeping into my veins. It poisoned me... HE poisoned me... Nothing in this world can even vaguely compare to the agony I endured... I despise him because I was helpless. I lay there like a rag doll, unable to defend myself.

He took me.

Yet, I am waiting for another... a complete opposite, a man that is too kind, too handsome, too good to be true... My head aches down to the roots of my teeth. A part of me wants to run, heart beating to the sound of a deerskin drum. My muscles taunt, I hurt all over, preparing myself, waiting with an all too familiar kind of dread. It possesses me, robbing me of my strength. The fear is growing and I'm still waiting.

what's the matter with me? This is a dream. Dreams are never the same. He is a figment of my imagination; my promise still holds true. I refuse to be taken advantage of again.

The cold hard fury within me bubbles to the surface. I am burning, gripped with an anger that I have struggled to control. I am losing... losing and waiting... waiting for him... waiting like a god damned invalid, defenseless, weak, and very stupid. Seething... withering...swaying... bowing to the howling wind of my rage... I hate you... HATE you for making me wait...

WHY AM I WAITING?! Why won't my body obey me! Look what you have done to me! I HATE YOU, YOU HEAR ME?! I HATE YOU FOR TAKING MY HEART AND MAKING IT YOURS! I HATE YOU FOR MAKING ME WANT YOU!!!! I WANT TO HURT YOU, TO MAKE YOU FEEL WHAT I HAVE FELT! I WANT TO GIVE YOU A REASON TO FEAR ME, TO NEVER WANT ME AGAIN! I WILL KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD. I WILL LAUGH IN YOUR FACE AS YOU DIE!