CHAPTER 1: THE COLD TRUTH
Hello everyone! This is the first collaborative story I have ever worked on. Me and my friend CelestialMageLucy grew up with dragonball z and owe a lot of our imagination to it's characters and storylines. She had been working on an idea for a story and shared it with me so we decided to work on it together. She is way better at it then me so hopefully you all like it!
Her eyes opened suddenly in the bitter cold of her dark dry room. A familiar annoying noise filled the room as she gazed out into the darkness. She looked over to her makeshift cardboard stand as she adjusted herself back into reality. On her stand was a beaten and cracked outdated alarm clock which was the cause of the relentless beeping. She quickly turned it off before bothering any of the other residences in the hallway or those in her room for that matter. How long ago since she had that dream? She couldn't seem to remember how long ago she had last seen the prince. Would it been almost five years by now?
Shifting in the darkness, she managed to find her way to the bathroom to start getting ready for her day. Her living quarters were small and unremarkable, they included a small sink inlaid in the wall and a makeshift wall shower. As she gets ready, she thinks about everything that has happened since Vegeta's departure from Earth, and the human race being scattered to the four winds of this vast universe. She brushed her long, unruly hair and put it up in a long messy ponytail after dressing in her dirty lab clothes from the previous day to begin another grueling day as a slave. As she begun to prepare for the long day ahead, she heard stirring from the bed. Quickly rinsing out her mouth from brushing her teeth, she heads back into the darkness of the room to her small bed and looks at the little boy sleeping there.
She softly smiles and brushes his lavender locks from his sweet face. His small expression free from any worries of the day. She wraps the blankets around him gently and leans down to kiss his temple. It was so strange that even with her coloring, he looked so much like his father. Even his little personality reminded her of him. She let her tired fingers brush his soft locks from the middle of his face. He was still so young, but very well self-spoken for his age. After all, he was the son of a prince and a genius. She sat on the edge of the bed while gently rubbing his back. He lets out a light cough, a few days ago he had a fever and cold from being in this place. She frowns, knowing she would need to sacrifice more of their precious credits to get him some medicine in hopes that it might help him. Lord knows they couldn't go to a doctor; slaves could never afford that on the "allowance" they were given.
Using the last few moments she had before needing to get ready for her shift, she crawls into their small bed and pulls him close to keep him warm. A small win for them was the fever he had a few days ago was slowly coming down thanks to the serum she created. She pressed her nose into his neck and took in that familiar scent. It was them, her and the prince. A chime coming out from the hallway and the sound of the doors unlocking meant that slaves could step out of their quarters. She sighed softly and tucked him in more before pulling out his lunch from their tiny kitchen and setting it on the table with worksheets she had made for him to study. Today was math day and she would be checking his answers when she got home for dinner.
Before the last chime sounded off, Bulma had pulled on her lab coat and placed her safety goggles on top of her head and stepped out. She felt in her pants for her badge and pins it to her coat. She looked down the hall past the other slaves that had stepped outside their cells and watched for her boss to come collect her and her workmates. Only when your boss had passed your cell then you could step in your place in line behind them as you headed to your station. She spots her boss and the line of slaves that follow and the heiress takes her place and follows behind in the line. As they make their way, she begins to think about the little boy back in her room and back down memory lane.
Only a few months after the Prince had left for his homeworld, races from across the universe began to show up. They had heard about Earth through the transmitter that Bulma had created to communicate with the Saiyans. She never could have predicted the problems that transmitter caused. The Earth became another jewel the universe would rip apart fo resources, slaves, and profit. She had found herself with government officials at her door confiscating all her research and equipment, not to mention hefty charges for compromising the safety of the planet. By that time, Goku had returned from this planet called Yardrat. It was a godsend to have him there to help talk down the leaders before any punishments were carried out. Of course, even with Goku to protect the planet, the leaders of government made bad deals with some of the races and in the end, Earth was attacked, resources used up, and sold off to the highest bidder. She thought bitterly how little someone paid for her homeworld. A mere thousand credits altogether. Of the humans who survived the invasions the old, or sick, were killed off as they held no value to any of the races. The little ones, who were too small, were sold to couples that were interested in adopting human children, or sold as slaves. The richest of the humans were able to bargain their way to more peaceful alien races and were able to live moderate lives in those societies. Bulma had remembered her parents liquidated all they had owned to save a couple hundred humans, including many of their friends. For everyone else, well it was hard for her to swallow that dark truth of what happened to them.
The azure haired woman blinked to try to shake the thought from her head. She along with those those lucky hundreds of humans her family attempted to save, were able to be transported on ships to a society that were neutral and appeared friendly to their kind. Unfortunately, they were attacked soon after and the humans scattered to the four winds of the universe. The terrible memory of those men separating people and moving them in all directions. Those men things to her she would unfortunately never forget. Eventually she was sold to the Icejin race. Although she had never seen one personally, all her new inventions and research had been used for their weapons, armor, and intelligence to aid their race. Apparently, they were one of the largest forces the universe had, maybe even bigger than Frieza from what she could recall. She had remembered from both Goku and Vegeta that Frieza's army was much larger than to the Saiyans. So from what she had observed her past two years, this must be a new and upcoming force that was making headway in the universe.
Gods, she was so scared when she first got to this place. At First, they were going to put her into the harems or maybe the cleaning group. They tested her abilities after forcing her to wear a translator and found that she had knowledge in science, engineering, and technology. Once they saw her abilities, they begrudgingly put her in the labs. She had gotten praise from her work and breakthroughs in technology, and weaponry specifically. According to her boss she was the best exception they had ever made. It had bothered her at first that she was creating inventions that would end lives for a cause she had no knowledge of, but she knew it couldn't be good. Nothing good came from creating weapons this strong and destructive. The guilt had subsided when her attention turned to a surprise that came at the worst time in her life.
The morning that Bulma realized she was pregnant was one of great fear and heartbreak. She knew exactly whom this child belonged to, even after being raped and tortured it was too soon for how far along she was. She stared down at growing belly and sunk down to the ground in a fit of hysteric tears. How could she have been so careless and stupid. Sure, they had used protection and still this was the result. Somewhere in this universe the princely asshole was ruling his forsaken people, and she was a fucking slave alone owned by a race that was killing people with her inventions. She had no idea where her loved ones and friends were, but here she was pregnant, and a slave. Life sucks, life sucks so fucking hard.
"Briefs, you getting to work or what?" Her boss called over waking her from her deep thought. She uttered a quick apology and rushed to her station. Everyday was the same she would type in her personalized code and step into the large chamber. Then she would go to her blueprints table where her box of tools was sitting out and ready for her to begin the day. She put on her goggles and made herself a cup of what this planet's equivalent of coffee and scanned over her plans from yesterday that she didn't finish up. She sipped at the hot liquid feeling the buzz of caffeine tingle through her blood. She had to say this, it certainly packed a kick and was more effective than coffee and without the after effects. Looking around her large lab she was reminded of her beginnings in this place. She had made a lot in this room, including everything to keep her son safe and hidden. Not a soul knew she was pregnant in fear they may either kill him or take him away. There were lots of precautions she had to take from hiding his energy to making sure that he stays hidden. Already she rigged her cell so that if someone came poking their nose around, all they would see an empty cell from a hologram she built. She had easily disabled the cameras for her cell and played a variant of 6 different loops.
Smirking over her coffee she had remembered the bracelet that was still hidden in her drawer. At the time, it hid the second life energy coming from her and dueled at slimming her body down. Creating that was a pain and half as there were plenty of trials and errors forcing her to work long nights in secret to get it right. Even now she doesn't know if it damaged her and the child, but it was a risk she had to take to protect them. Because if her son was gone, she would be gone too. She wasn't going to risk their lives on the mercy of this race that held them in captivity. Every step had to be proactive and it certainly wasn't easy, as each day presented a new challenge that she had to face with the half Saiyan and half human infant growing inside her. Thank god, she remembered her talks with Chi-chi where they discussed how Gohan came to be and what she experienced. Originally, she asked out of curiosity since it had come out that Goku was a Saiyan alien. Of course, that gave her the foundation she needed to understand what might happen to her, and it did, however it did not help her in other areas.
The pregnancy was hard at times, but knowing human pregnancy and researching Saiyan ones she had a guideline to follow. Giving birth was a fucking bitch though, she grimaces at the memory of it clenching her coffee cup. She almost bled out and had to fake a work injury to missed work for three days. She was able to pass out, but come back enough to take care of her crying son and stitch herself up. When she was well enough to come back a week or so later, the whipping was something terrible, and not to mention she had gotten an infection. Once she recovered enough she was sent back into the lab, so she made a serum to help her stabilize. She was alive, she had a son and he was alive, unknown to the universe. So for her, it was all a win.
She set her mug down and stretched her bones as they cracked and popped. She had spent most of the morning going through her memories. This usually happened around the anniversary of Vegeta leaving for his home those five years ago. She sighed heavily and grabbed her tool box. No sense in wasting all the time she had on the past. None of that would change her circumstances and she probably would never see the prince again. So best to get to work and focus on seeing her son at the end of her shift. With her mindset finally focused she got straight to work on a prototype that would shield and hide a large group inside a sphere.
The day went by quickly as it typically did when her mind was focused on work. It was, and still is, always a great distraction. When she held those tools in her hands it felt like the world melted away and she was back in the underground lab from her old home. This place was packed with the latest technology she was creating, but it could never compare to her old computer and scratch, her father's small black kitten, sitting on her lap while she worked on blueprints. She had always wondered where the poor creature was after all the humans were eradicated from the surface. She like to think he made it to the woods and begun his life growing up in the safety of the forest instead of what happened to most creatures found by the purges. The chimes begun to play which mean the lab would open and slaves could spend time on errands until all must return to their cells for the night. She cleaned her mug, hid away the serum she had worked on and put it in her pocket with the syringes, and made her way to the exit to go to a shop available to slaves to buy essentials from the credits they earned.
She made her way down the main hall. Normally she was able to keep to herself without much trouble, however that never stopped all the males regardless if they were guards, upper leaders and workers, or hell even her own kind from gawking at her. She was beautiful with her long hair even in her lab coat. She was not immune to their stares, or what exactly was on her mind. If there were no cameras, or rules, she wouldn't put it past any single one of them to shove her in one of the darker hallways and have their way with her. Hell, she had a couple close scares already and that is with the protections in place. She tried not to dwell around any more than she had to. She never used the mess hall, and most certainly did not venture into areas other than the little shop.
Bulma entered the little shop and picked up a basket to her left. Usually they kept it well stocked with useful overpriced items. Due to feeding for two and one of them being a bottomless pit, she never seemed to have enough credits for everything. She lets out a mental sigh as she begins to make her rounds. She grabs food and essentials constantly checking the credit cost making sure to not overspend. Eventually she would settle on the amount she would sacrifice in her credit account and which purchases she would make. After finalizing her choices she made her way to the check out and bought her items from the bored looking slave that ran the counter.
"What are you even making?"
"Stocking up mostly."
"Must be nice."
The brief conversation always went like this, not that she minded, it was nice to have any sort of conversation with someone other than her son who would constantly ask questions. Gathering her things, she made her way out and straight to her cell where she knew he was waiting all day for her. After entering her code once more and passing through the hologram scan, she was able to walk through and see her little man working on the math problems at the table. Hearing her enter his bright blue eyes shot up to her and he let out a happy squeal.
"Momma!" He rushed to her and wrapped his unusually strong arms around her thighs. A laugh left her mouth as she loved coming home him so excited to see her. "Momma look! I finished the math you asked me to! I am so good at math!"
"Very good Trunks. How is my little genius doing today?" She pried him off her and handed him a sweet while she went to the kitchen by the wall to start putting away her items and gather the ingredients she would need for dinner. Trunks walked up beside her with the sweet in his mouth, and shrugged before he started to assist her. The little prince was a perfect mixture between his parentage; striking deep ocean blue eyes of his mother, with his grandfather's lavender hair coloring but in his face and build he was his father's son. From the regal look of his deep concentrated gaze to his proud smirk when he finished the work his mother left for him every morning. His mannerisms were just like the prince, and even down to how he slept. Trunks Vegeta Briefs was his father's son alright. The only issue she was facing now was keeping his power level and uncontrolled abilities unseen without suspicion. He was half human in regarding his emotions and how well adapted he was to his surroundings, but he inherited his father's strength with all that raw potential and with no outlet for it he had trouble controlling it. If she had remembered correctly, Gohan also shared those same traits at first as well. This was a ticking time bomb that she knew was looming on the horizon. Eventually she will have to find a way help him channel those powers without too many questions.
"Momma, what are you making for dinner?" He asked in his advanced speech for a boy his age.
"Well since you are not feeling so well, we are going to have soup and grilled cheese, how does that sound? Also, you need to give me your homework so I can look it over."
Before he could respond he started another coughing fit. Instantly she kneeled to his level as he covered his mouth and hacked loudly. She gently rubbed his back soothingly.
"Still coughing" He wheezed.
"Yeah, still not feeling so hot huh, handsome?" She looked sympathetic to his plight. He sniffled again, and she went to get him some tissues and still felt the medicine in her pocket. She helped cleaned him up and made him lay in their bed. Once she saw him comfortable she put away the storage capsule and sat on the bed. He turned to her and relaxed his head in her palm. "You still have a fever, huh? Well, Momma brought more medicine to make it better…but it isn't the kind you like."
She watched his eyes widen, scared and wild "No-Not a shot again! Please Momma! No shots!" He whimpered cowering back against the wall.
"Sorry little man, I wish there was any other way. But you don't want to be sick anymore right? How about this, I will make you something sweet later as a reward. Hmm?"
"Anything but that . . . Please . . ." He pleads.
"If you get much sicker Trunks…I am worried you will not make it" She did not hide anything from him. Even in a place like this, every day is never guarantee, and they had to be careful. If they weren't, she did not want to lie to him about the dangers of this place. She watched with a guilty heart the realization in his eyes and how his gaze turned downward in shame. It broke her heart for this all to be this way. She pulled him to her and held him close. "We can take the shot after bed alright-"
"I'll take the shot now . . . Please." He begged looking up at her trying to look tough.
Her eyes softened, "Are you sure?" She watches him nod and sighs heavily. "Alright let's do this little guy." She pulled out the syringe and pulled back the plunger to the right amount she had measured out. She had to hide her smile from how uneasy he had appeared. He tried to appear brave for her as he held out his arm that was shaking. She lightly placed it down and rubbed it gently. "Relax Trunks. It will be over before you know it just like last time." She soothed him as she prepared his arm for the shot. "Alright Trunks, tell me about what kind of soup you want for dinner?"
"I don't want soup."
"Oh, then what do you want?"
"Hamburgers!"
"Really, hamburgers huh? What kinds of sides?"
"Macaroni and cheese and ow!" He cried as she easily injected him, and the ordeal was over in an instant. She placed a band-aid on him and allowed him to cry lightly into her chest as he was clearly unhappy about the shot in the first place.
"Sorry handsome. I know, it wasn't fun at all. It's going to be okay, you're alright now." She soothed him against her as he clung to her coat and whimpered softly. "I will make you a hamburger okay? I promise, it will be fine. Just relax, okay?"
Eventually his crying had calmed down and he was able to eat another sweet while she went to prepare the meal. Her mind drifted to the situation. The boy had never been sick a day in his life until recently. The medicine she had created mostly kept the symptoms at bay for the most part, but she had to injected him every few days. The boy hated shots just as much as Goku, but he was at least able to endure it. Honestly, she wished she could find out more information about Saiyan children to better help understand what is going on with her son, but with her limited resources, it was almost impossible. She had to rely on her knowledge of Goku and Vegeta, as well as human anatomy to better guess what could be ailing her son. It had started about a month ago with just coughs and sniffles. She had originally thought it to be his first cold. So she made sure he had nothing but rest, fluids, and some decongestant medicine. But then, a day or two later, his power began to go out of control along with his body temperature to the point where even ice baths that could barely control it. That is when she knew she needed to come up with something, anything to save him. He had gotten so weak and frail by the time she had the first trial ready, thank the gods he took to it. She has continued developing it even now to maybe finding some type of cure.
Once the meal was fully prepared, she made the few plates she knew he would eat, along with her own and brought it over to him. The boy practically scarfed down the whole thing as she sat next to him. eating her own plate while looking over his math problems she had laid out earlier this morning. His calculus equations were spot on. It was so uncanny how close he was related to her. Back when she was his age, she was doing the exact same problems. Now here he was not only able to master it, but his work was done neatly and perfectly like he was. She smiled softly at how each equation was done correctly and followed over his work. He was very much like her with his intelligence and caring nature, but he was so much of his father. He had confidence, arrogant when he mastered something, gentle when was helping her or sleeping in their bed. Her son was really the combination of their best qualities.
The azure haired mother was brought back to her reality when she felt a small tug on her coat. She smiled at her little boy as he held up his plates, "can I have more Momma?"
"More? Already? Looks like you got your appetite back, huh?" She lightly teased and took their plates. She returned to the sink by the wall kitchen and gathered the rest of the meal she made and put it on his dishes. She returned to him and sat on the bed watching. He ate much more slowly this time and eyed her. With slender fingers she reached back out to him and lightly brushed his fine hair out of his eyes. "You need a haircut soon."
"Momma… can I ask a question?" He asked softly.
"Yes you can. What do you want to know?"
"What is a father?"
Suddenly the calm atmosphere was weighed down by a heavy tension that settled between them. This was a question she was wasn't expecting.
"Your father?"
"I was reading the stories you gave me to learn." He pulled the tablet she had made for him with his educational stories to start learning to read from under their pillow. He turned it on and went to the current story he was reading Peter Pan. "Wendy has a father and Peter calls himself father by Wendy for the lost boys…so…"
"Ah, so you're curious about your own?" He nodded to her earnestly.
"You sure you wish to know?" She half smiled and pet his hair as she took his plate to wish.
"Please." He begged. She gave him his back as she begun to wash their dishes and clean the mess.
"If you brush your teeth and wash up for bed, then I will tell you when we lay down after." She spoke. Instantly she felt him dash from the bed and rush to the bathroom as she heard the water turn on. She let out a shaky sigh and begun to think how she would approach this shaky subject. She had been dreading this talk since the first words out of his mouth. She hadn't expected it to come so soon, but he was smart for his age. She had decided long ago that she would be honest and tell him the truth, but alter parts that he was too young to hear. She had to rehearse in her head so many times how she would tell him this tale. For now, she focused on cleaning up the kitchen and preparing for the next day before bed. While she sat at the table and created new math problems, science questions, and a quiz for his reading.
Her attention was drawn to the bed as she hadn't heard her son get dressed and climb in bed, but there he was waiting patiently in bed for her to come sit by him. He cleared his throat to gather her attention. She straightened as she knew it was time and got up. She returned to his side and watched him lay and draw the blankets close around him. She sat on the edge of the bed and smile warmly down at him once more. Her hand came and brushed back his damp hair took in all his features noticing the difference and similarities to her own and his father. He blinked his blue eyes up at her with emotions swirling within them: curiosity, wonder, nervousness, and hope. She sighed contently and her warm smile took on a twinge of sadness that he immediately picked up on.
"Momma…?"
"What do you wish to know little one?"
"Hmm?"
"You ask the questions and I promise to answer them to the best of my ability." She offered. She saw him nod and lower his eyes in concentration before returning to her gaze.
"Why are you so sad Momma?"
"Because it isn't a happy tale."
"Why is it sad?"
"Because it just is."
"I don't want to make you sad."
"I know you don't. But what is your next question?" She gently ran her fingers through his hair absentmindedly.
"Who was my father?"
"Well his name is Vegeta." His eyes still had a deep concentration
"Vegeta…what was he like?"
"You sure you want to know…"
She watched him eagerly nod and he couldn't waver his gaze even if he wanted to as he stared up at her with childhood wonderment. She supposed that was every small child growing up that did not know their parent. They cling to the hope that one day they would meet them and find out they had been everything they imagined and hoped they would be in all their dreams. She didn't know how he would react to what she would tell him. After all, she had told him that this was a sad story. "Your father," She began, "Was a hard man. He was not kind…well not a first, and even then, he shielded his emotions. But that was his way of life."
"His way?"
"He is not human like I am. Trunks you are both human and a proud warrior race called a Saiyan."
"Saiyan…" He softly repeated. "What are Saiyans?"
"Saiyans are a warrior race of people that are very strong. They have great strength, great pride, and take honor seriously."
"Like Samurai and Shogun?"
Bulma couldn't help but lightly laugh, "Something like that. But much cooler."
"And I am that?"
"Well maybe one day, but you are his son so that would mean that you could very well be. But for now, you are Trunks and he is Vegeta. Do you remember that secret language you and I practice and talk in sometimes?" He gave a nod. "That is their language. We have been using the language of the Saiyans."
His eyes widen in amazement with a huge grin. "That is so cool! So, how come he isn't here?"
"Well, do you remember me talking about Earth and about Gramps and Gram?" She watched him nod curiously, but his grin dimmed slightly.
"Well on Earth, your father had come to destroy it fighting against Momma and her brave friends."
"Uncle Goku and the gang?"
"Yes, them. Well after many battles and understandings, your father finally came around and I allowed him to stay with me and your grandparents. We started to get to know each other and I helped him to become even stronger. But Momma wanted to do something special for him. You see Trunks, he was hurting."
"He was in pain?"
"More than you know. Like Momma, he was homesick for his destroyed home."
"It was destroyed?"
"Yes, by the evil tyrant named Frieza." She watched him shrink back into the blankets. The boy knew about Frieza from her bedtime adventure stories. For some reason, talking about the evil monster, always gave him nightmares and scared him. The mother gently rubbed his cheek with her thumb and looked at him sympathetically.
"H-he h-hurt Papa…"
"Papa?"
"The evil lizard hurt Papa and his people?"
"Oh…well yes, yes he did. But Momma made it right. See, remember the Dragonballs?"
"Yes."
"Well when the wish was made for all those places Frieza destroyed to be brought back, his people and planet were among them. Momma just helped your Papa get home. I made a ship that would take him to his people after finding a way to communicate with them."
"Is that when you fell in love with him?"
"I can only say that for myself. But yes, I think that is when we were the closest. And one night he decided to give me you."
"Did you want me?"
"When I found out, more than you know. You are my everything. I would never trade his gift for anything in the whole cosmos. You are our most precious gift Trunks." She leaned forward and kissed his temple. He clung back to her in his embrace.
Too soon the moment passed, "So Papa went home to his people? Did he come back?"
"No. He never came back. We were attacked and spread across the universe. Momma got hurt a lot that's why you were born in secret."
"Because they will take me away from you because we are slaves. Why didn't you try to contact Papa?"
"I have tried. There is no data on him and I can't get into the place where I can access information. We are slaves and our research are limited unfortunately. There is no way to find him without getting caught and if we do…I won't risk our lives. We will live our lives here peacefully. We make enough credits, and no one hurts us. For now, we need to stay as we are. Eventually everything will change, but now is not the time."
"Will you ever see him again?"
"The truth?"
"Yes…"
"Probably not." She hated saying anything that would dim that hope in his eyes as they really didn't have much to be that kind of way about. But she would not shield the truth from him; she would give him something that clearly would not happen. It might be cruel, but not half as cruel as the alternative.
"He…doesn't know about me, does he?"
"No, he doesn't."
"So, he wouldn't think to look for us at all. But...he would give up that easily?"
"Earth is gone Trunks, along with the people on it. Not even that, but I doubt that he would be able to be with us."
"How come?"
"He is Saiyan and we are human…apparently they are not supposed to be with anyone outside their race."
"But you said he gave me to you?"
"I know."
"But if he isn't allowed to be with us…why would he give me to you?"
"It…is complicated at best Honey. I am sorry, but I don't have all the answers."
A few moments of silence processed between mother and son. She watched him fully sit up and stare at his lap trying to wrap his mind around all this. While she sat hating herself. Her mind traveling back in her memories of that night with the man and how they had coupled. Questions running in her mind the same as his.
"What did Papa look like?" He finally spoke while moving his eyes back up to his mother's face. She let out another heavy sign and closed her eyes. She focused on the man that plagued her dreams every night with their endless conversations. She could still trace every line, every scar as if he was right here before him. This man haunted her daily, and there was nothing she would give to be rid of him. She reopened her eyes and looked towards her curious child.
"You look so much like him. It isn't even funny." She halfheartedly chuckled.
"I do…?"
"You do. You have his face structure, his chin, that nose, and his ears. Even your tail is proof that you are his son." She was amused as he touched his face checking it over. She felt his tail sneak out from under the blankets and wrap around her wrist gently. The appendage was made of the softest fur she had ever felt in her life, and held mysteries within it. She had always made special care to never touch it and to handle it gently if she must. She felt it give a gentle squeeze in reassurance.
"I do look like him?"
"Yes, you do sweetheart."
"Does it make you feel sad?"
"Sometimes. But you are his son, his gift to me. I don't regret you being here or with me. I love you Trunks. That's something that could never change." She scoots closer and wraps her arms around him. He holds onto her and nuzzles his face in her chest as he grips her tightly. His tail never leaving her wrist.
"I am sorry Momma. I will try and be twice as good to make up for Papa."
"Shouldn't that be my line?" She felt her voice waiver and a few tear droplets fall.
It was all she could do not to breakdown again. Her son could sense her spirit breaking and made her lay close to him and kissed her cheek. "Momma, don't cry. I will find Papa for you." He spoke to her in Saiyan.
She gave him a watery smile. "One day maybe." She responded the same language. "I love you Trunks. Let's get some sleep." She felt him wipe her tears as she kissed his temple before pulling him close to sleep in her arms. She would worry about his lessons tomorrow, right now all she wanted was to hold onto her past and weep from all she gained and lost.
