Disclaimer: I do know own DragonBallZ, I do however own the idea in which to place the characters in their own torment.
This story will be rated M+ for:
-Abuse
-Graphic Sexual Content
-Violence
-Thoughts of Suicide
- Rape
-Angst and Drama are my specialty
This idea came to be when I was naught but a teenager just tapping into my abilities to start writing, I did start this story with a short chapter from a different name but being as my grammar was young and my mind not yet open to anything mature, it was a fail. I decided now that after ten years of having this story plot ready, that I would finally type it up and start an audience which has always been a dream.
Summary, without giving too much away:
Bulma is betrayed by those she loves and with her body already reaching her mortal age of time she decides maybe life was in her control to take. Yet, Fate had other ideas for her.
Chapter One: Lackadaisical
Her eyes burned as she glared at the computer screen, the blinking white page stared back at her, reflecting off her glasses that sat perched on her nose. The wrinkles that decorated her porclian skin made her pink lips sag with her frown. A delicate shaky veined hand reached up to pull down the frames of her glasses before rubbing the bridge of her nose. She sighed with her eyes closed, the deep breath filling her lungs to capacity before the release made her chest ache. She removed the contraptions from her face and set them beside the keyboard before slowly blinking open her eyes which blurred the words in front of her.
Why do I even continue to work when Trunks now runs Capsul Corp.?
Bulma shook her head and stood up from the soft red chair that was pushed near a small window in her office, a small room which only held the desk, chair and a small plant all situated near a wall that was almost bare beside a clock that read 3:12am. It would have been depressing for anyone else but she was use to the fact that this was where she came to be a hermit. A small yawn bubbled out from her mouth as she walked toward the door the lead to her bedroom.
As she entered she knew she would not find him there, as of lately he was never home anymore. Bulma frowned as she reached for her night clothes, slowly undressing in front of a mirror that was held against the wall, the silver backings shinning in the moonlight from the open balcony. Her eyes acessing her figure, she noted that her once slim waist now had small amounts of fat tissue behind it, not much but enough for a woman like her, in her younger years, to make sure she worked it off. Her breasts sagged a little more and everyday they seemed to want to stretch farther down.
She drew her brows together , lately she was depressed each day realizing her age was baring down on her. Her skin now marked with age spots, wrinkles and blue veins. She touched her once blue hair that faded to a dull lavender.
I'm near seventy- two years old and Vegeta looks as though he has not aged a year.
While it was true that Saiyans did not age like Humans, it still shocked Bulma to her core when she would look at her viral young Husband, a little jealousy and a tad bit pain would enter her still deep blue eyes that stayed hidden behind glasses. A small shake of her head, she turned from the mirror and hobbled slowly and tiredly toward the bed, the cold sheets unwelcoming in their lonliness.
She drew the blankets closer to her chin and looked up into the ceiling, small tears making their way to the surface but she refused to let them fall. Bulma didn't know how longed she laid there, her thoughts driving her near insanity before sleep claimed her.
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Bacon sizzled in the pan, the sweet aroma fading in the spring air as Bulma flipped them over to return popping in the oil of the pan. She glanced back, her eyes watching the doorway. Vegeta never came home last night, she was used to the fact the last few months, but for some reason it crippled her heart. She felt so lonely with both her children now living their own lives.
Bra, in which everyone assumed would never make it as a Saiyan decided that whem she was twenty years old to embrace her other half of the heritage and make a name for herself outside the Briefs popularity of Capsul Corporation. She was a famous MMA fighter who traveled the world during compatitions, rarely ever home.
Trunks decided to take over his role as President when he was thirty-six years old, which was a few years ago. He was always busy and with him living in his own Flat near downtown she never seen him.
Even my friends all have been so busy, with Earth being safe these last twenty years.
A door opening and sound of doots on floor drew her attention away from the flailing meat and her deep thoughts, turning her head she watched as her Saiyan Husband entered the back door into the kitchen, he did not once glance up at her as he opened the fridge to grab some orange juice not bothering to get a glass as he drank deeply. Her eyes softened as she took in his long strong throat his adams apple bobbing with her refreshing gulp of sweet nectar.
She stole a glance up to his face, free of wrinkles or age. He still looked not a day over thirty, only the Vegeta of that age then had longer hair but this one who was older than her mortal self had still kept his hair short and spiked.
Black eyes glanced back at her,
"What is it woman?" his gruff voice breaking her thoughts. She tried to read what he was thinking but as always of late, his face was stoic.
"You did not come home last night again, I was wondering if everything was okay." She said unsure of herself, she never felt so confused as to why she was so shy to ask him where he went at nights. He rose a brow but did not say anything, just took his seat at the table. Bulma sighed and turned back the bacon, easily moving it from the pan onto a plate piled with foods already.
She sat in the chair across from him as he silently ate his breakfast, not bothering to look up at her while she pushed her eggs around her barely touched plate. She looked up again and was surprised to see his eyes finally looked at her, a small smirk on his rugged features.
"You look hagarred, woman." he replied and Bulma frowned at him before the anger set in. She clenched her teeth while speaking around them.
"Fuck you Vegeta." she huffed and stood up grabbing her plate, disposing it into the sink without even bothering to clean it.
"I will pass, touching you might break your fragile body." The pain of his words hit home into her heart, she grasped the counter and leaned forward once more trying to keep the tears at bay. She did not bother to turn around when she heard him move the chair back, it screeching across the floor and his boots disappearing into the hallway leading up to their room.
The sound of the shower flowed down the stairs.
Bulma bit her fist to keep the sob from escaping her throat, it was building up and burning for the need to be released. It was true that Vegeta had stopped touching her a few years ago, she knew it was because she was aging and her body now closer to death had no need for the love act but she still yearned for his hands and lips upon her.
A phone ringing in the distance took her from he tortured thoughts. She pushed back with her hands, walking toward the white phone hanging up on the wall near the back door and with a quick sniffle and deep breath she answered the phone.
"Hello?" she could not help but whisper into the phone, there was a little static before a familiar voice answered back.
"Hey Mom!" She smiled at the sound of her youngest voice.
"Bra, where are you baby?" She said while trying to forget the words Vegeta spoke, not wanting her intelligent Daughter to catch on.
"I'm in Paris right now and wanted to call to see how everything is, I will be fighting my first match tomorrow." Bra rushed and Bulma could tell she was excited, faintly she heard the shower turning off.
"That sounds nice sweet heart, everything is the same here, you know your Father still training." Bra snorted into the phone, there was a little noise then her voice flowed through again.
"I don't know why that old man continues to work so hard when things are all settled down." Bulma laughed lightly at her Daughters audacity to her own Father, the once Daddy's Girl and grown up a lot in her later years.
"A Saiyan is a Saiyan." Bulma replied back but the more noises came from the other end and she could tell by the muffled voices that Bra was talking to someone else.
"Look Mom, I got to go, the group I am traveling with want to head downtown for some drinks." Another sigh escaped the older lady and she sadly looked up toward Vegeta entering back into the kitchen, not once looking at her he brushed past her and out the door.
"Alright Bra..." But the line was already dead.
Another night alone.
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I am sorry for the short chapter but being a Mother of two children, ages 17 months and 2 months old it is hard to sit down and do anything lol. I will be hopefully getting back into writing because it has been awhile, I know there are maybe some errors and edits that need work but be patient with me, as I said I am a Mother. Anyways, I'm hoping the captures get longer as I get more comfortable with writing and updates might take awhile depending on my Schedule and mood.
I currently have a family crises and wanting to write this because it helps forget reality and brings good memories of how much I love DragonBallZ.
Also yes, there will be romance in here... this story is all about that! Love after heartbreak but I won't tell you whose love you'll witness until later in the story ;)
-DarkRainDrops