Silent All These Years

Chapter One


Bulma stormed out of the house. All these years, he hasn't said a nice word to her all these years. They've had two children—wonderful children—and he still has not said a nice thing to her. She couldn't take it anymore! Why did he always have to be so mean to her? She understood that his life had been harsh before her, but he should have learned by now how to be somewhat nice. She couldn't figure out who was worse anymore: Yamcha and his cheating ways or Vegeta and his I'm-a-Saiyan-Prince-so-I-can-act-anyway-I-want' attitude. Bulma uncapsuled her car and drove off.

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Trunks watch his mother drive off into the night. He turned to his father, "She left."

Vegeta looked at his son and then returned to reading the paper. "She always leaves, but she always come's back," he said factually.

Trunks's eyes flared at his father.

Vegeta felt Trunks' ki rise a little and he eyed his son warily. There was nothing Trunks could do to him, and he knew it. Besides, Trunk's wouldn't hurt him anyway. He looked back at the paper and read about how some stupid human was caught robbing a bank.

"Father, one day Mom's not going to come back," Trunks said.

Vegeta snorted and continued reading.

"You shouldn't take her for granted."

Vegeta still ignored his son.

Trunks threw up his hands and left the room. He sincerely hoped his mother would come back.

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"Hey, Daddy, where's Mom?" Bra said as she came in through the front door. She had just gotten home from her date with Goten.

"She left," Vegeta said still reading.

Bra sighed. "Again?" She threw her things on the table and sat next to her father.

Vegeta put the paper down and looked at her. She looked so much like the woman. He felt a pang of guilt rise in his chest. "Is there something you want?" he asked her gently. He always had a soft spot for her.

"Why can't you be the way you are with me with Mom?" she asked him.

Vegeta looked at her startled. Was he really that bad?

"Yes, you really are that bad, Dad," she said reading the look on his face.

Vegeta sighed. "It wasn't always like this between your mother and me."

"Which is why she probably sticks around. She knows how you feel, Dad, but she wants you to show it to her. I mean, she's only human. One day she might not come back," Bra echoed after Trunks. She got up. "Goodnight, Daddy," she said and kissed Vegeta on the cheek.

Vegeta grunted.

Bra left.

"It wasn't always this way," Vegeta thought to himself. "There were better times . . . ."