1 Disclaimer: I own nothing :'( Boohoo
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4 Always And Forever
The aqua-haired woman pulled off her shirt and pants-her basic work clothes she'd been in all week. There was no need to care about how she looked, smelt, or acted anymore. She'd only be in her lab, working day and night on something and nothing. Infact, this was the first time she'd gone to bed, instead of sleeping on her desk, since it happened. Trunks, her son the only thing left of him, knew something was wrong but being young didn't know how to help. No one and nothing could help. She was empty, alone. She climbed between the crisp sheets, his subtle, yet familiar smell remained throughout. She couldn't wash these sheets. She never would. It would be like he never existed. She was already on the edge, she didn't want to go over. She had a son to look after. His son. Warm, wet tears slid down her cheeks. For him. He had told her crying was a sign of weakness, and she hurriedly brushed them away. A sharp chill crept into the room, and she got up to close the window. 'Strange', she thought. 'Its closed.' She padded back to their, no her, bed. Climbing back into the sheets, she settled down to sleep, his smell surrounding her.
"Why?" Bulma sobbed to the night, her shriek full of emotion.
4.1 'You know why'
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4.3 Bulma's sobs came to an abrupt halt. 'What was that?' the scared woman wondered to herself. 'Probably the wind' she reasoned.
4.4
4.5 'Don't fool yourself, woman'
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4.7 "Who the hell is doing this? Don't you have any RESPECT?!" Bulma screamed.
4.8 'Stop screeching, woman!'
"V...V..Vegeta?" Bulma stuttered stupidly.
'Who did you think it was? The tooth fairy?' The voice came with a hint of amusement this time.
"Who do you think you are? Just leaving us like that? Do you know what you've done to me?"
4.9 'I had my reasons'
"Like what? What could be more important than your family? Oh yeah, I forgot who I was talking to. Everything is more important!" Bulma's anger rose.
4.10 'I came to see how you were. Isn't that enough?'
"Well don't strain yourself." Bulma muttered dryly.
'I have to go' The voice returned, unmistakeable sadness weaved throughout it.
"Already?" Bulma asked, her eyes welling with tears.
'Shh. Don't cry.' There was a sharp intake of breath. "I didn't answer your previous question; nothing. Nothing is more important.'
"I love you Vegeta."
'I know'
Then silence.
Bulma smiled and climbed between them very same crisp sheets, his aroma filling her nostrils as she settled down into her first dreamless sleep since that day.
~*~
Trunks awoke to the smell of a cooked breakfast. Climbing out of bed, he padded down to the kitchen, shifting his lavender hair from his eyes. His eyes widened at the sight before him;
Bulma, not a hair out of place, neatly ironed clothes was busy cooking eggs.
"Morning honey." She said cheerfully.
"Mom's back!" Trunks muttered excitedly.
"Eggs, just the way you like them. Pancakes are on the way." Bulma smiled, setting down a plate of eggs.
"And so is her cooking." Trunks looked down at the blackened eggs and smiled.
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4 Always And Forever
The aqua-haired woman pulled off her shirt and pants-her basic work clothes she'd been in all week. There was no need to care about how she looked, smelt, or acted anymore. She'd only be in her lab, working day and night on something and nothing. Infact, this was the first time she'd gone to bed, instead of sleeping on her desk, since it happened. Trunks, her son the only thing left of him, knew something was wrong but being young didn't know how to help. No one and nothing could help. She was empty, alone. She climbed between the crisp sheets, his subtle, yet familiar smell remained throughout. She couldn't wash these sheets. She never would. It would be like he never existed. She was already on the edge, she didn't want to go over. She had a son to look after. His son. Warm, wet tears slid down her cheeks. For him. He had told her crying was a sign of weakness, and she hurriedly brushed them away. A sharp chill crept into the room, and she got up to close the window. 'Strange', she thought. 'Its closed.' She padded back to their, no her, bed. Climbing back into the sheets, she settled down to sleep, his smell surrounding her.
"Why?" Bulma sobbed to the night, her shriek full of emotion.
4.1 'You know why'
4.2
4.3 Bulma's sobs came to an abrupt halt. 'What was that?' the scared woman wondered to herself. 'Probably the wind' she reasoned.
4.4
4.5 'Don't fool yourself, woman'
4.6
4.7 "Who the hell is doing this? Don't you have any RESPECT?!" Bulma screamed.
4.8 'Stop screeching, woman!'
"V...V..Vegeta?" Bulma stuttered stupidly.
'Who did you think it was? The tooth fairy?' The voice came with a hint of amusement this time.
"Who do you think you are? Just leaving us like that? Do you know what you've done to me?"
4.9 'I had my reasons'
"Like what? What could be more important than your family? Oh yeah, I forgot who I was talking to. Everything is more important!" Bulma's anger rose.
4.10 'I came to see how you were. Isn't that enough?'
"Well don't strain yourself." Bulma muttered dryly.
'I have to go' The voice returned, unmistakeable sadness weaved throughout it.
"Already?" Bulma asked, her eyes welling with tears.
'Shh. Don't cry.' There was a sharp intake of breath. "I didn't answer your previous question; nothing. Nothing is more important.'
"I love you Vegeta."
'I know'
Then silence.
Bulma smiled and climbed between them very same crisp sheets, his aroma filling her nostrils as she settled down into her first dreamless sleep since that day.
~*~
Trunks awoke to the smell of a cooked breakfast. Climbing out of bed, he padded down to the kitchen, shifting his lavender hair from his eyes. His eyes widened at the sight before him;
Bulma, not a hair out of place, neatly ironed clothes was busy cooking eggs.
"Morning honey." She said cheerfully.
"Mom's back!" Trunks muttered excitedly.
"Eggs, just the way you like them. Pancakes are on the way." Bulma smiled, setting down a plate of eggs.
"And so is her cooking." Trunks looked down at the blackened eggs and smiled.