by Eric Jacobson
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Trunks returned to his decaying home, which was already in the process of being
rebuilt. In his hand he held a single envelope, addressed to his mother. He
looked at it as he stood in front of the door. 'Dad. Thanks to you, I've beaten
the menace in our time, and made my mother happy. Now we get to see if you can
make her happy, too.'
His father had given him the letter just before his journey back began. "Son,"
he had said, "I want you to give this to your mother. I know in your time I'm
gone. After all she's done for you, I think she deserves this. Please give it
to her."
And now he was going to complete his father's request. He took a deep breath,
smiled, and walked into his home.
"Trunks! There you are! I'm so glad you're alright! You left so suddenly, I
was so worried!"
"It's alright, Mom. There's nothing to worry about anymore. I've taken care
of that for good."
Bulma looked at her son and smiled. He had become so strong since leaving for
the past, ahd she was proud. And then, she looked at the envelope he held in
his hand. "What's that, Trunks?"
"It's a letter for you, mom."
"Oh, really? Who would send me a letter?"
"It's... it's from dad..."
"What? From your father?" She took the letter from his outstreched hand and
looked at it. On the front was printed her name in both Japanese and Saiyan
Script. She knew at once that it was in fact from Vegeta, her long-dead Saiyan
Prince. "My god. He wrote me a letter..."
A few minutes later, Bulma sat alone in her lab. Trunks had gone off to help
with the rebuilding process all he could. She stared at the envelope for a time,
thinking of the egotistical man she fell in love with all those years ago. 'I
can't believe that lunk head actually did this. I wonder what was going through
his mind?' There was only one way she was going to find out. She opened the
envelope, took a deep breath, and began to read...
Bulma,
I find it very odd, trying to write to someone who is in the next room, yet
knowing that this same person is in another time. So I will try to make as much
sense as I can. I hope you can understand.
As you know, I am very concious of my pride. After going through all I did,
it was all I had left. But now, my pride has grown as I realize I have more
than I could ever ask for. That new sense of pride is in our son. You should
be proud as well, Bulma. He fought like a true Saiyan.
And now he's going back to the future, back to your time. Since I am not alive
in that time, it must be very lonely for you. Spending 19 years, raising our
son under the shadow of the Androids. I am very proud of you, dear Bulma. Our
son is very strong, and it is all thanks to you. I admire your strength and
courage. I know now why I felt myself drawn to you like I was, and still am.
As I write this, I'm watching our son. I know I wasn't there for him as much
as I should have been, but now, for us, things are much different. He's nearly
walking now, it's amazing. I now see the joys you saw raising him. And to think
that I had a hand in creating it all...
Before I go, I want you to know something. I have faith that you and our son
can continue fighting in your time. He's gotten so much stronger, and I am sure
that he will be able to protect you from harm with no trouble. After all, he
is a Saiyan. And I know I never told you this before, but you do need to hear
it.
Bulma, I love you...
Vegeta
A single tear welled up in Bulma's eye. She stared at that last line that her
Prince had written. She didn't notice her son come in behind her. Trunks was
standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame, watching his mother with
a smile.
'You've made her happy, Dad. Thanks.' He walked up to Bulma and placed his hand
on her shoulder.
"Trunks..."
"I know, Mom."
"And I know, too. After all these years, I know. He really did love me..."
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