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Chapter II
Lost
It was noon again when Vegeta finally showed his face inside the next day. He had been working out all morning, but now he longed for something to drink. Inside, his son greeted him.
"Hey dad," the lavender-haired said. "Have you seen mum?" Vegeta only grunted and stuck his head into the fridge. Trunks assumed that was a 'no' and left the kitchen. After drinking an entire can of cool beer Vegeta left the house again. It was just as hot as the day before, and women cycled by wearing short tops and tiny skirts. Vegeta whiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. A lot of people would call him crazy for training in such heat, but then again, who would call Vegeta normal?
An hour or two later Vegeta's training seesionw as interrupted by the fist of a young boy knocking on one of the round windows. Grumbling he opened the door and found his son standing there, immediately seeing something was up. Trunks had a phone clutched tightly in his hands and his face was red of tears. Still sobbing Trunks reached out the phone and Vegeta took it, after a moment of hesitation.
"Hello?"
Vegeta adjusted his tie and scanned the other people's faces. He looked down at his other hand, which was being held by his son. Trunks was dressed up nicely in a black suit and matching tie, just like his father. And he was still crying, just like he had been doing all week long. Vegeta reached for his tie once more. He had a very strange unknown feeling in his troat and he blamed that thing for it. Or maybe it was something else. After all, he had never been to a wake before…
Some locals had found Bulma's body in a creak alongside the road. Bystanders claimed they had seen a car hitting her, and driving off immiediately. Hit and run, apparently. The cops were still looking for the driver, but so far there wasn't any progress in sight. It had been too dark for anyone to get a license plate or make of car. The police had called Vegeta about 12 hours after the incident, when they had finally been able to identify the victim. They thought Bulma probably died instantly.
When the ceremony ended, everyone was given the chance to pay Bulma one final tribute. Vegeta and Trunks could go first.
Trunks started sobbing loudly at the sight of his dead mother and pressed his head against his father's chest. But Vegeta too was overwhelmed by the look on his wife's face. She may looked peaceful, but something in her face told him she was sad. And Vegeta suddenly couldn't help but feeling guilty.
Afterwards, people approched him and told him they were very sorry, then tried to cheer up Trunks who did not respond. Vegeta had spotted many familiar faces, Kakarot and his family, Krillin and the rest of the gang. They all talked to hem, but he hardly even listened. It all just passed in a blur. To be honnest, he just wanted to go home. All of this just felt so wrong.
The day aftre the funeral, Vegeta was restless. Every were he went, everything he did, everytime of the day, Bulma just popped in front of his eyes. He hadn't been able to sleep and even training didn't seem to work. Everything was just… so different. Even his son had't shown his face all day and he didn't know what to do! Should he go check on him or not? Up until a week ago, it had always been Bulma who had done so. Now, he was there alone, with a kid he didn't truelly see as his kid.
And the next day, he was actually starving to death. But he had no idea to cook anything… From some things in the fridge he didn't even know whether they were etable or not. So after eating a final chunk of cheese he went upstairs to see Trunks. Maybe he knew his way around the kitchen.
Trunks was awake, apparently. He was sitting at his desk, his back towards the door and headphones on. "Trunks?" No response. Vegeta walked in and gave his son a tap on the shoulder. Trunks nearly jolted into the air and turned around.
"Dad!" he cried and pulled of his headphones. "You scared the hell out of me!"
"We're out of food," Vegeta said briefly. Trunks sighed and laid his headphones on his desk.
"I'll call a pizza," he mumbled and walked out of the room. After he had left, Vegeta picked op the headphones which were attached to the radio and brought them to his ear. He had expected music, but all he heard was a soft rustle. A little confused he put them down again. Had his son truelly spent two days listening to that noise? Trunks reappeared in the doorway.
"The pizza will be here in ten minutes," he said and sat down again, placing the headphones over his ear. He eyed his father. "Do you mind?" Vegeta raised an eyebrow and Trunks motioned his head towards the door. Vegeta nodded slightly, then left.
They had dinner together, a very silent dinner. Trunks ate in a hurry, didn't even get a desert but ran upstairs again after he had finished. And his father remained behind not really sure of what to do know. Bulma had always cleaned off the table after they were done but he had no idea how. Where did all of that junk have to go? He picked up the empty pizaa boxes and stuffed them into the little trashbin. He'd ask Trunks in the morning, maybe he knew.
When he was about to leave, a little yellow ball of paper caught his eye. It was lying not so far from the trashbin, and dust had already been gattering around it. Curiously he picked it up and folded it open. Again he experienced that weird feeling inside his throat, and this time there was no tie to blame.
"I went for a walk to clear my mind. Not that you'd care."
His eyes were fixated upon those two lines. He read them over and over again.
"Not that you'd care."
Hmm… She really knew him so well. Indeed, he hadn't cared. If she had left without leaving a note he hardly would've noticed. But to be honnest now… Now he did care. With that thought going through his mind he could finally place that strange emotion.
He missed her.
Queen Luana: How sad… Poor Veggie. But well as they say, shit happens. Please review! I luv reviews! Can you tell? (pearly eyes)
