The choices we make
By Hannio
Chapter Two
That's what friend are for my dear
DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters never have and never will because will he really sell them? Hmm I don't think so somehow
AUTHOR NOTES: Here's chapter two of my story, thanks to the 6 people who reviewed me, I'm really grateful, anyway enjoy this installment the next one will be up shortly.
"I have to find him" that was the only thought that was echoing round Bulma's mind as she stepped out of the cool hospital into the sunlight. She glared up at the ball of light in the sky, her eyes protected by her designer sunglasses. It was this kind of day, with the sun shining, a slight fresh breeze and clear blue skies, that Trunks loved the most and was always the most desperate to go out in. It was unfair that he should be that air-conditioned room hooked up to a machine to help him out while there were people all around her who were complaining that it was either too hot or too sunny for their liking. God the whole matter pissed her off, she frowned at least the feeling was better then the blind panic and pain she had been feeling since the day before, she hadn't wanted to leave but the doctor said it would be best if she got something to eat. Bulma hadn't eaten in 24 hours and although her body demanded food she couldn't so anything about it, the mere thought of it was just too much for her mind to bear she had to think of one thing and one thing only, finding her husband.
She
held out her hand and a taxi pulled up, she got in and told him her direction
then watching the landscape she had seen countless of times she began to think
to her self. How the hell were you to go about looking for someone who you've
gone out of you way to forget them and have nothing more to do with them? She
even went as far as to separate herself and cut herself off from all her
friends in case he found them through them, she wouldn't blame them, most
people would tell an enflamed Vegeta anything they wanted even if it was
turning in their own mother. Well that was with everyone except for one person.
A small smile graced her well-cut lips before it disappeared. Everyone except
for ChiChi that was. She had tried God she had tried but ChiChi was more
stubborn then she was and probably the only one who wasn't afraid to stand up
to
Vegeta. Even though she was annoyed at the time the hand of friendship that
ChiChi extended to her had helped her out more times then she cared to admit,
even when ChiChi gave birth to hers and Goku's second son Goten she still had
time for her and her problems with Trunks who was more like her father then she
cared to admit to even herself.
That was where she needed to head not only for the moral support of her best friend as she faced her greatest challenge but also because last time she knew Goku was Vegeta's sparring partner and if she knew him then he'd still be because Vegeta would still be trying to be the best. She hoped against hope that he wouldn't use her mistake of leaving him against her and refuse to help Trunks but she just didn't know to what extent he'd go to make her hurt, he had once told her that if someone hurt him then he'd make them hurt ten times worse.
The taxi soon pulled out of the busy city and towards the rural distinct of woodland that both Goku and ChiChi favored, it suited their simple life styles better then the hustle and bustle of a large city could be, though they did go shopping there.
"We're here," the taxi driver said and she blinked rapidly and nodded
"Put the charge through to capsule corps, tell them Aimee used it" the taxi driver nodded and she got out, they changed her name regularly for this kind of thing so people couldn't say she'd be in the car and try and con them into giving them more money.
She walked down the stone path and stopped looking at the house in front of her with a glow in her eyes, it was the same as always, she grinned but what did she expect anyway? She finished her walk to the house and knocked smartly on the door, she waited as she heard footsteps approach, the door was flung open roughly and in front of her stood a tall good looking lad, well built but something familiar in the short black hair, kind black eyes and good featured oval face in front of her, she frowned slightly
"Bulma?" the voice said and it clicked, her frown disappeared as her eyes widened
"Gohan???" he nodded and grinned at her
"Yeah It's me what are you doing here Bulma I haven't seen you in 7 years odd what have you been up to? Where have you been?" she shrugged her shoulders
"I've been around Gohan just not near here, I have had Trunks to care for you know" the mention of her son brought worry on her face again though she smiled at Gohan, his eyes became concerned "Is your mother in? She asked looking past him, the sweet aroma of food hit her nose and her stomach rumbled, she saw him give himself a mental kick and nodded
"Yeah of course, come in Bulma sorry I didn't ask you earlier but I was surprised" she nodded her head at him and smiled
"Forget it:" she replied he nodded
"I'll just go and get her ok? Make yourself at home" she nodded again as he swiftly walked out of the room and sat down in a comfy warm wooden chair, the place hadn't changed but Gohan had, she wondered if ChiChi had. She heard a high pitch scream and stood up the next thing she knew she was caught up in a strong embrace and held, she resisted the urge to break down and cry with an effort, she glanced up to see ChiChi smiling brightly at her though when she noticed the blue eyes facing her, a look of concerned mirrored her eyes
"Bulma" she said in her usual firm voice that Bulma had missed "What brings you here, you're lucky that he isn't here" Bulma stiffened slightly, she knew who the he was. ChiChi had never really welcomed the marriage but had made a valiant effort for her friends to except Vegeta.
"That's the point ChiChi I…"
"I've finished Mama" Bulma's words died on her lips as a small boy walked confidently into the room an adorable look on his face, she knew without shadow of a doubt that this was Goten she was seeing he was the image of his father same black hair and eyes, same features same face, he could almost be a clone
"Good Goten, you can now train for an hour so better get to it" the small face broke into a grin and the boy hurried off
"He's the image of Goku isn't he?: Bulma commented and a fond look entered the younger woman's face,
"He is isn't he" she replied. "What were you saying anyway Bulma?" Bulma took a deep breath and faced her
"You see the thing is chichi I'm looking for Vegeta" ChiChi face went slack as her mouth fell open and her eyes widened to their fullest extent. Bulma could of almost laughed on the spot. Almost.
"Why would you be looking for Vegeta?" Chichi demanded you've spent years of your life avoiding him and yet why would you suddenly decide to hunt him down? There must be a reason, tell me" Bulma looked up, tears in her eyes as her lower lip trembled.
"It's Trunks chichi he's ill and needs a transplant I have to for him" she didn't need to say anymore since ChiChi being married to a Saiyan as well understood the whole father son situation better then she did, a look of sympathy came over her face and she stood up and gave her a long hug
"There there Bulma it's gonna be ok?" she consoled, Bulma gave it up and burst into tears against her friends shirt crying out all the guilt and helplessness she felt. "Feel better?" Chichi asked ten minute later when Bulma's sobs died down, she nodded mutely and gave a watery smile "That's more like it, remember you aren't alone I'm here and so will the others"
"But why?" ChiChi smiled
"Because that's what friends are for…" she went to say more but closed her mouth, the mouth going into a small line, Bulma looked at her causally and turned to see the cause probably some dirt on the window, then her eyes met impossibly black eyes and she shivered. It was Vegeta.
There you go I hoped you like it, well let me know in a review but no flames, chapter three will be up shortly, fingers crossed