Mothers Nuture, Fathers Build Up
Chapter 1
Don't Own DBZ, of course!
Vegeta looked down at his sleeping son as the light of the full moon shined on him through the window. Trunks remained in undisturbed slumber despite the cold finger of his father that caressed his lavender locks. He couldn't help but think…before his son of this timeline had even grown up; he was privileged to see how the boy would possibly turn out. Future Trunks was his son also…well at least…who this very child would grow up to be; he never thought that the boy would be violently murdered right before his very eyes. This would cause any decent father to be driven by uncontrollable rage and act in haste.
Cell had killed the boy, and Vegeta no longer cared about those feelings that he had compressed for so long since the battle with the androids. The rainbow of emotions burst through his very soul and forced their way out, triggering him to attack Dr Gero's ultimate creation at full force, but it did him no good. Cell had retaliated by knocking the saiyan prince to the ground.
Breaking his gaze from the enchanting glow of the moon, Vegeta realized he had never stopped stroking the soft strands upon his son's head and then gently swept his finger from the baby's head to one of his hands. He was then startled when Trunks swiftly grabbed his finger and tightly clung to it. He tugged softly to free his finger, but the half saiyan baby was stronger than he had thought. He couldn't help but to smirk as he thought "this is my son." But his proud smirk turned in to a shameful frown as he began to think about his other son again.
After all Trunks had done for him, he constantly shot down and ignored the boy. Their time together in the hyperbolic time chamber could have been used to strengthen each other, but he chose to train alone. There were many times the boy feared his father was in some kind of danger and rushed to his side, but he ended up being punched or shoved away. However, Trunks did realize his father only acted this way in order to impress him, to show him that his father was no weakling regardless of being killed in his time, to show him that he had a strong and proud father that didn't need a helping hand from anyone. He had to become stronger than Kakarrot. He had to become stronger than Cell. He had to show his son from the future that he was the strongest, most powerful saiyan ever…Vegeta…the Prince of all Saiyans.
He would often observe the boy when they took rests from the intense training. Trunks would be relieved to wake up from a nightmare and know that his father would be sleeping in the bed near his own or happy to sit down at the same table and eat across from him or even okay to soak in the same hot bath that soothed their aching muscles, although he never said a single word. The boy never experienced this in his own timeline; and for Trunks, it was like a dream to spend so much time with his father even if he was ignored most of their stay in the chamber. That made Vegeta realize how highly the boy thought of him, even though he never really knew his father of the future, even without seeing him alive. As he thought back to their experience in that room, he concluded that it was Trunks that made him stronger. The will to prove to his son that he was the best sparked his ability to go above and beyond super saiyan.
The baby subconsciously released his father's finger and balled his tiny hand into a fist. It was strange that he didn't wake up crying, and Vegeta hoped that Trunks would wake up tomorrow morning and look at his father without shedding a tear. Bringing his hand to rest on sidebar of the crib, he recalled the future Trunks didn't seem so afraid of him. He had a fear, but not a morbid fear. It was the fear any son should have for his father, along with the pride he should also have in him.
But hadn't the boy heard what a cruel person he had been? Surely Gohan must have spoken some degrading words about him. It must have been his mother's words…yes…Bulma…maybe she had told the boy stories that made his father seem like a hero who had turned into a legend. She could have told him that his father was a ruthless killer, who only cared about becoming super and defeating Kakarrot and nothing else…not even her, but she didn't. She had made him out to be nothing more than a prideful man that worked hard to achieve his goals and ambitions, not a cruel, heartless…what is that word she always called him in this timeline…not bastard, although she used that one often too, but the other one. He suddenly tried recalling a time she used that particular word for him. His eyes twitched when he found a popping fresh memory.
It was when he and the boy emerged from the time chamber, and she had showed up with the baby. He was very irritated at her presence when she should have gone home and stayed out of trouble. She and Kakarrot were engrossed in a silly conversation about hair when there were more important things to worry about.
"…I don't have time to listen to Kakarrot's hair problems!" he yelled clenching his fists at her. "…But I sure wouldn't mind knowing why you're here!"
Bulma turned to look at him and rolled her eyes as she started to dig through her pockets. "Hold on I'll show you…" She started still searching. "You see…this fight with Cell is going to be tough, so I thought you guys might be able to use some new combat suits…" She stated pulling the capsule from her pocket and began to click it open. "…and if you stop being a JERK, Vegeta then maybe you can have one!"
Ah…yes…that's the word…jerk. He then turned his attention to the woman who had dozed off sitting comfortably in the padded rocking chair near the baby's crib, and she had a large book down side up in her lap entitled Nursery Rhymes. It seemed that she had put Trunks down and read to him until they both fell asleep. She was fully clothed in the horizontally striped, cowl neck sweater dress she was wearing when they said goodbye to the other Trunks earlier that day. He slowly padded over to her, and reached out for the book.
He had taught himself to read the simple characters of most of the languages of earth and began to test his skills by reading the book easy enough for five year olds.
"Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water…Jack fell down and…broke his crown?" Vegeta read to himself in confusion and slightly tilted his head to the side. "…and Jill came tumbling after?"
He thought to himself that the first page was kind of weird, but then flipped to the next page. He began reading to himself again just to see if the second page was like the first.
"Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall…Humpty Dumpty had a great fall? …all the kings' horses and all the kings' men…couldn't put Humpty Dumpty back together again? …These earthlings are stranger than I thought." He finished closing the book shut and placed it on Trunks' dresser. "It seems they possess the ability to be just as cruel as saiyans…it'd be scary if they were just as powerful." He chuckled to himself then looking down at the woman, the one he married just to become stronger, and much to his surprise it worked…well…not the way he thought it would, but it worked. He started to leave the room, but paused when heard her talk in her sleep.
"hmm…Vegeta…" she muttered, causing his heart to palpitate at the sound of his name. He turned to face her again, thinking she had awakened, but apparently she was still asleep. "…don't go…don't go away again…" He was in shock that she had spoken those words right when he was leaving the nursery. Better yet, he was thinking of taking another long journey by himself, but he hadn't said anything to her.
He walked back to where she slept, and gently scooped her up from the chair. Bringing her to her room, he pulled the covers back on her king sized bed and laid her down. He started to cover her, but then he thought he had better remove her clothing so she could sleep comfortably.
He began to ease her dress up starting from her thighs and slowly pushed it up to her upper body, gently removing her arms from the sleeves and lifting the dress over her head to reveal her lacy black underwear as he held her up with his free hand. He slightly turned to toss the dress in the hamper on the other side of the room and then brought his attention back to the woman he still held up by one hand; he slowly removed it to let her gently fall down to the pillow underneath.
Much to his astonishment, Bulma had subconsciously reached an arm up and pulled him down on top of her now half naked body, turning his cheeks bright red. "…I knew…you would stay…" She spoke in her sleep once more, then suddenly kissed him. His eyes widened when she forcibly crushed her lips against his, but they slowly closed as he gave in to her sluggish advances and lightly held her back.
And just when he did, she had actually awakened from her slumber, and slowly opened her eyes to see Vegeta's closed ones. She was confused at first but also relaxed in his arms and reclosed her eyes.
He reluctantly ended the kiss and opened his narrow dark brown eyes to see her opening her big blue ones which made him jerk back a little as if he was a kid that had gotten caught doing wrong by his mother. He started to loosen his hold on her and sat up as he intended to retreat, but she shyly tugged him back to her.
"We…we're still…married you know…" She quickly sputtered out, unsuccessfully attempting to pull him back down. He had been sleeping in his old room since he came back home and during their break from fighting Cell, but she never mentioned anything to him until now, probably trying to save them both an embarrassing quarrel in front of everyone including the other Trunks. Or maybe she thought he probably wanted to be alone after being humiliated by Cell. Whatever the cause, everything was over now, and they were alone again after almost two years.
"I know..." He calmly said as he easily escaped her grasp and got up from her bed. "…don't remind me."
"Oh come on Vegeta…" She said covering her now cold body with the bedding. "…you KNOWWWW you missed me!" She sang as a matter of factly, as the redness in his cheeks returned. But fortunate for him, he had his back turned to her as he walked to the opened door like he was going to leave out.
"Oh really?" he said regaining his composure, as he crossed his arms looking out into the hall. "Would you say I missed your hideous face the most, or that annoying vulgar mouth of yours that constantly spits insults like JERK…BASTARD…or let me see…a new one…" Vegeta recalled a new insult to add to the list before he turned the lights out. "…UGLY MUG? Who would miss that?"
"Yeah right!" She spat and then slammed her body against her pillows and closed her eyes. "It didn't seem that way a few minutes ago…when you were enjoying that kiss…" she yawned, turning her back to his figure. "…good night…" She said then hearing the door close. "…and good riddance…JERK!" She intended to go right back to sleep, but the covers were mysteriously lifted, sending goose bumps all over her body from the chill.
"…but what I did miss…" He whispered while stealthily sliding his naked body into bed as she flashed her eyes back open. "…is this..." She turned to see his cold but rather sexy expression, outlined by the light of the moon, barely an inch away from her surprised one. He slowly closed his eyes and moved closer turning the inch into a millimeter. He then wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her body against his, sending her lips the last millimeter pressing against his. "…and this…" he added when he broke the kiss from her lips and lightly trailed down her neck as he gently laid her on her back. "…and—"His words came to an abrupt halt, as his body swiftly shot up and froze like a deer in headlights.
"…and what?" Bulma anxiously hissed, opening her eyes as she sat up on her elbows to look up at him."…what el—"
"Shhhh!" he said, listening intently with his keen sense of hearing as his ears twitched. "Blast it!" he then cursed, throwing the covers off and getting out of bed.
"What's up?" She obliviously asked as she turned her body to watch him searching for his pants he undetectably discarded previously with the rest of his clothes. He located them and quickly pulled them on then flipped the lights on. "What's going on?" she said as she squint her eyes from the instant brightness of the light.
"This…" Vegeta sighed, pulling the door opening to reveal the loud screechy crying of their baby. "…which was not missed."
Apparently, Bulma had her room redone with sound proof walls and doors years back in her late teens when she started sneaking Yamacha in, which she wasn't going to tell her husband that, and was sleeping with it closed ever since…well…she had to replace the door when Vegeta called himself blasting it open before he left. But when Trunks was born she slept with the door open to listen out for him; and now that daddy's home, the door was closed again.
"Oh…my Trunks!" She cried, instinctively jumping out of bed, grabbing her robe and slippers. "…mommy's sowww sorwwee!" She apologized in baby talk, running down the hall to his room.
Vegeta slowly trailed behind her with his fists on his hips as he rolled his eyes in disappointment. He entered the now quiet nursery to see a very calmed Trunks feeding in the arms of his mother as she rocked him slowly causing him to abruptly turn his back and blush at the sight.
"Isn't he getting too big for that?" He enviously asked, looking over his shoulder. The baby was getting the attention he hoped for a few minutes ago.
"Hmm? Uh… no…of course not." She smiled looking down at her baby who was lightly sucking with his eyes closed. "Besides, right now, it's more of a comforting agent…Huh? Where are you going?" She looked up to see Vegeta leaving the door way.
"To bed." He blandly stated, walking back to Bulma's room. "You can handle him by yourself."
He got back in to bed and laid back with his hands behind his head as he slowly drifted to sleep, dreaming of his experience in the time chamber with the other Trunks.
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"Father!" Trunks cried amidst the flames that engulfed his father. He rushed to his side only to be smacked to the ground.
"Get back!" Vegeta commanded still holding the arm out that thrashed his son. "I don't need your help…I train alone…Stay away." He finished then started to walk off into total whiteness.
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He woke up the next morning, quite surprised to find Trunks on top of his chest staring him in the face; and he was not crying. Feeling his shoulder was wet, he then turned his head slightly to the right to find Bulma was sound asleep drooling on it. It seemed that she brought Trunks back to bed with her last night, and they all slept together. He gently removed her head, careful not to wake her, then turned his attention back to the little person who still hadn't broken the glare he gave his father, as if he was trying to say "this is my spot, get your own mommy."
Vegeta stared into his son's blue eyes with same look the child gave him. It seemed that Trunks had taken that as a challenge, for he started twitching his eye brows, prompting Vegeta to do the same. Trunks then seemed to add a little difficulty as he crawled a little closer to his father's face keeping the same cold stare. Vegeta somewhat copied by lifting his head a bit moving in closer to the baby's face. Then trunks moved closer…then Vegeta…then Trunks…Vegeta again. Trunks then won the contest by reaching out for his father's mane and roughly pulling it, causing the Prince of Saiyans to wince and break eye contact. Trunks smiled evilly as the self-proclaimed victor, taunting his father while he struggled to free his thick black hair from the baby's hand.
When he finally broke free, he pinched the back of Trunks' onesy between his thumb and index finger and slowly lifted him from his chest his face as the baby randomly turned, kicking his feet and reaching for more hair. He held him away from his face as he sat up and scooted to the side of the bed and placed him beside his mother. Trunks quickly crawled against Bulma's bosom and closed his eyes while she subconsciously cuddled him.
Vegeta smirked at the shrewdness of his son as he began to walk off, but then turned back when he thought about last night's interruption. "Wait a minute…" he thought to himself. Maybe it wasn't just a mere coincidence; the timing was just too perfect, like it was carefully planned. "Why that little…I bet he did that on purpose." He sighed then headed off to do a little training.
Well...Thank you for all the encouragement received from Love Makes You Stronger...especially to omnipotent Porunga and dbz maineak. Please review...let me know if this should keep going. I was rather reluctant to post, but you guys like...you guys keep.