A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back with another DBZ fic. It's been a while, but this plot - although awfully overused - has been bugging me a lot lately and I wanted to have my try. It is different, though. It will have interesting twists and surprises that I hope all of you enjoy greatly because this is why I write: for the readers! Please, don't forget to review.
Warnings: For the ones who know me, you know: the usual; abuse, torture, bad words. For the others: abuse, torture, bad words. Please don't read it if it will offend you in any way. This is not for the weak of heart. I do intend to make this very, very heartbreaking and angsty.
Disclaimer: I only own the surprises that will come further ahead. The rest belongs to Akira Toriyama and the other little geniuses.
Note: Please don¡t forget to favorite and review! No flames, though.
Vegeta growled as he heard someone knocking on the GR.
He rolled his eyes and turned the gravity down when he sensed who it was. The bots died immediately and fell down with loud thuds on the ground, cooling down to await their next activation. He dried his face and neck with a white towel and pressed the button to open the door. Bulla stood there, her hands on her hips in a very Bulma-like way. One of her eyebrows was arching way up. Vegeta imitated her, arching his eyebrow in question.
"Any particular reason why you are interrupting my training, besides that necessity of yours of annoying me which you inherited from your harpy of a mother?" he said in his raspy voice.
"Yes, there is a particular reason why I am interrupting your training, daddy. You stepped on my favorite shoes." She said.
"So what? You have millions of pairs. Just tell your mother to buy you another pair."
"That's not how it works, daddy. Those were Prada shoes." She said, clicking her fingers. "Every kid my age needs more shoes."
"I didn't." he said.
"Well, duh. You're a boy. Trunks also has two pairs of shoes. Nobody cares. This is about me."
"When is it not?" he muttered.
"Oh, come on, daddy." She said, rolling her eyes. "Just because you had no money for shoes when you were young – "
He growled. "I had no extra shoes because I wasn't a little spoiled brat like you are." He said. "And believe me, it was not because my guardian lacked money." He said, closing the door of the GR right in her face. Bulla rolled her eyes and stomped away, angry like never.
Inside, Vegeta was fuming. He had been doing well before being reminded of Frieza. He growled as he punched a bot and it disappeared. He knew it wasn't Bulla's fault. She didn't even know who Frieza was. She knew nothing about his past. But he couldn't help it. He always tried with all his might to stay in the present. To think of his family and the men that considered themselves his friends helped him stay out of that part of him that liked to kill to get his frustrations out of him. He shook his head as memories began to assault him and he punched the gravity button, forcing a lot of weight on himself. He cleaned the sweat from his upper lip and began beating bots and screaming, grunting and performing katas, ignoring the constant burn on his muscles and the way sweat poured down his body like blood, oblivious to the way Bulla had begun to analyze his words.
She quietly entered the house and found her mother reading a book. She sat down next to her.
"Mommy, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure, sweetheart. Go ahead."
"Who was daddy's guardian?"
Bulma's eyes widened and she left the book aside. "Oh, Bulla…"
"I mean… I know that daddy comes from outer space, and that he was a prince but his planet got destroyed and then he became a meanie and tried to take over the Earth. But…"
Take over the Earth. Well, that was an interesting way to put it.
"Honey, to tell you the truth, I don't know much about your father's past myself."
"But you have to know something. Come on, mom. I'm a grown girl now."
"It's not about age, Bulla. I…" she sighed. "All I can tell you is that he became a soldier and worked for a very bad man until the man died. Then he began to live with us and he eventually changed his ways."
"Don't you wanna know more about his past, mom?"
"I think there are some things that are better left untouched, sweetie."
She sighed sadly and nodded.
However, later that night, Bulma went over to her daughter's room. It was a good thing that Vegeta was in the GR, because he usually woke up with the faintest of sounds. She pushed the door open quietly and found her teenage daughter lying on the bed with her computer on her lap, smiling at something.
"I thought you were asleep."
Bulla jumped and looked up at her. "Mom! You almost killed me!"
"You'll get over that wound." Bulma said, winking. She walked over to her bed and sat on the edge. "Hey, Bulla. I've been thinking about what you said to me today. Vegeta is really closed about everything, especially his past. And well… I know it's Vegeta's life to tell or not but I think we could really help him a lot."
"Are you saying what I think you're saying, mommy?"
"Heh, if what you think is that I have a time machine in my lab then, yes."
"YOU WHAT?"
"Hey, hey, shhh! Vegeta and Trunks must not know."
"Oh, sorry." She said, covering her mouth.
"What mustn't I know?" Trunks said from the doorway. Both women looked immediately at the young man who was currently leaning against the doorframe, a smirk on his lips. "Tell me or I'll tell dad."
"How dare you try to blackmail me?" Bulma said.
He shrugged. "I'm doing business, mom."
Bulma got up, glaring at him.
"I am your mother and – "
"We were thinking of using mom's time machine to go to the past and find out a bit about dad's childhood." Bulla spit out.
Trunks quirked an eyebrow and looked disapprovingly at his mother. He pushed himself off of the doorframe and walked over to the window to make sure the GR was still on. He wouldn't risk it. He walked back to the door, closed it, and sat on one of Bulla's chairs. He looked at both women with a smirk he had inherited from his father and that had melted Bulma's legs when she was younger. Bulla glared at him and put her computer aside, getting up and walking over to him. He leaned down to be eyelevel with him and poked his forehead. Trunks's smile didn't falter. If anything, it grew bigger.
"Not a word to daddy. Get it, trunktard?"
"Get it, Bullbutt. But… I'm coming with."
Bulma ignored the name-calling and stood between her children. "Hey, hey. It's not as easy as it sounds. We'll have to set some rules first." She said. She glanced at the GR through the window before motioning for them to follow her to her lab. "The machine won't transport our solid bodies, thankfully. If Frieza saw us who knows what would happen. We can't alter whatever happens around. Nobody can see us, and we can trespass solid bodies when we want to and grab them as well. BUT, if we move anything, put anything out of place, or change the overall course of history even in the smallest way, we'll be visible and that'd be horrible." She said. "I learnt that from Future Trunks's visit all those years ago. He affected our timeline but didn't affect his own timeline. However, I strongly believe that the trip to the past simply created another possibility. My machine won't do that because time is better off when it's not tampered with and – "
"Get to the point, mommy." Bulla said, rolling her eyes.
Bulma glared at her. "My point is that we can't alter the other timeline, so we must be only spectators. Here we are." She dialed the code and the door slid open. Bulla and Trunks's eyes opened wide as they saw the big capsule-like machine standing on the back. Bulma walked inside. "I'll leave a note for Vegeta in case he starts looking for us." She said, grabbing a pen and a piece of paper. She smiled as she pasted in on the door and sighed with excitement. "Well boys, ready to go?"
What about it? Like it, hate it?
What will Bulma, Trunks and Bulla find when they return?
Will Vegeta find out?
Oh, by the way... I may have confused Bra/Bulla a couple of times. I'll make sure to fix that in the next chappie.
Enjoy!