Things are finally heating up y'all! Angst and mushy-gushiness headin' your way! Many many gratitudes to all those who have been faithfully reviewing!
Rae, if you liked last chapters angst, you'll get your fill now!
I upped the rating a tad, due to language. Vegeta is fowl! ^__~
Eheh, oh yeah! The disclaimer…It's not mine, never will be, and if I had the Dragonballs, I would wish to own Microsoft first… ^_^Sing with me! ♫"I'm in the money! I'm in the money!"♫
(~*~)I just realized, that thing looks like sailor moon, which I also don't own -_-'
Sighing heavily, Vegeta laid his head back on the cold marble of Dr. Briefs tombstone, which he was leaning against. He stared silently at the twin markers before him, 'Bulma Briefs' and 'Trunks Briefs'.
Damn Trunks(mirai), and damn his mother. Between the two they had scared him shitless. Trunks was nowhere near the shock to his senses that Bulma had been, but neither appearance had been all that pleasant for him.
He wished he could just end it. Instinctively after losing a mate, a Saiyajin will seek revenge, and then suicide. Except that there was still a person who needed him, and even she seemed to be moving on. Maybe once she was secure with Goten he could go, she would certainly understand.
The only other question was, would he even see Bulma in Anoyo? She and Trunks had both helped save the earth, so they'd probably go to Grand Kai's planet, according to Kakarott.
Hmm, being killed by Kakarott might be a good way to go. Of course he would give the younger man a run for his money, but dying in battle was infinitely more honorable than killing oneself. The end result remained the same.
If only the pain would stop, just go away, and he'd be fine. He had a very high tolerance for pain, but that dull, ever-present aching void only fillable with their now broken bond was surely killing him slowly. Too slow.
Just to see her again, to touch her cheek, and utter the words he regretted never saying while she was living. Three simple words he had been too weak to whisper in her ear, he now said every night in the dark when he was alone. That damn word again, plaguing him guilessly for the last fifteen years. Along with the other three. Four words that tortured him no end.
He didn't move as he felt Bra approaching, he knew she would usually follow him eventually. She always showed up, trying to cheer him up. Keep him from being too depressed.
She sat down beside him in silence. He tentatively put an arm around her shoulder and she curled up against his chest, laying her small hand on his stomach. Despite his best efforts, she had still ended up a snuggly child. When she was younger he had never had the heart to push her away when she asked for a hug. He had learned to initiate a hug once in awhile, noting the great happiness it seemed to bring her.
Bra opened her mouth several times to speak, but she couldn't seem to find the right words, and wisely stayed silent.
The sun died in all its glory, a true Kodak moment. The sunset seemed so happy, mocking the heavy feeling in the air. Vegeta's stomach grumbled loudly, and Bra chuckled softly. She stood up, pulling her father to his feet.
"I bet you're really hungry now. Gomen, ne."
Bulma was napping on the couch when they got inside, and Bra let her sleep while she whipped up dinner.
Vegeta found Trunks in the gravity room, seemingly trying to catch up on his training. He opened the door and Trunks froze. He looked sheepishly at his father.
"Just doing a little catch up." He smiled somewhat sheepishly. Vegeta snorted, and engaged in a short training session with Trunks.
Ten minutes passed before Bra's bright face appeared, announcing dinner.
"Please tell me Bra is a better chef than Kaasan. I had to learn how to cook just to survive." Trunks questioned, as they walked through the halls toward the kitchen.
Vegeta snorted. "She learned from Kakarott's mate and Bulma's mother. She can cook." The younger man nodded, his step hurrying slightly as they drew nearer to food.
(~*~)
Bulma stirred softly, a delicious aroma bringing her fully to her senses in moments. She took a quick glance around the living room. Not much was different, a few more pictures on the mantle, a chair on a different side of the room, stuff like that.
She yawned loudly, rubbing sleep out of her eyes, and staggered into the kitchen. The young woman flitting from the stove to the sink to the fridge paused a moment to give her a dazzling smile.
Bulma felt that same depression threatening again; what might have been. This could have been her daughter. Though, it seemed that she wouldn't have lived long enough to fully enjoy her lttle girl. She pushed the all-too-familiar feeling away; the 'what if's could get the best of you without much effort.
"Anything I can do to help?" She asked quietly, and Bra gave her a dumb-founded look.
"Um, yeah. I'm not used to anyone else helping me cook but, I guess you can put these on the table." She pointed to four large bowls filled with fried rice sitting on the nearby countertop.
Bulma nodded, and carried two bowls over to the oak table. Bra brought the remaining two, and yelled loudly for the 'boys' to get down there quick, before she ate it all.
Vegeta and Trunks simply appeared at their places, utensils in hand. Bulma rolled her eyes at her son, and cast a tentative glance at Vegeta, who was chowing down. It just felt so weird to be near him again. And yet, it wasn't him. She had never been able to get involved with another man, it just didn't feel right. Like Vegeta was the only who could take away that empty, broken feeling. But despite his close proximity, she didn't feel any different. She figured that somehow only her Vegeta could fill that need. Maybe she could see him in the Ano-yo in her timeline, after she passed. To be together again…
Both Trunks and Bulma complimented Bra on her cooking abilities. She gloated, pretending to be very arrogant about her gourmet chef talents. Vegeta simply commented on how incredibly late the meal was. A small argument ensued, and after all the food was devoured, Bra punched his arm playfully. Bulma tried to smother a chuckle when he landed on the floor on his rear. Bra smirked triumphantly and cleared the dishes.
"I'm going to bed." Vegeta announced gruffly, after he removed himself from the linoleum. He tousled Bra's hair, his expression almost tender, and she pulled on a black lock in return. After the man of the house retreated upstairs, Bulma and Trunks exchanged a creeped out look.
When the dishes were done, Bulma trudged upstairs, dead tired. She found the guest room where Trunks had put her things earlier, and collapsed onto the bed in a heap.
(~*~)
Vegeta stood in the shower, hot water washing over his muscular form. He hated having to sleep in their bedroom again, it still smelled like Bulma. As did the whole house. Trunks scent hung about in the gravity room, but was mostly gone by now.
The water was steaming hot, but he was still cold inside. Deciding that no number of hot showers would warm him up, he stepped from the hot spray and dried off with a large black towel.(AN: Sorry, I've never seen a black towel, it'd probably be kinda cool. J)
He put on a pair of boxers and crawled under the covers. He had to sleep with the heavy comforter on, causing him to shuffle around to get comfortable. Generally unused to sleeping with that extra weight on top of him, Vegeta found it a bit hard to sleep. The days events finally caught up with him, and he drifted into a heavy slumber.
(~*~)
"So, you have twenty four hours. No exceptions, use them wisely."
"We really appreciate this Baba. See you tomorrow." Bulma smiled at the old witch. Baba took off, quickly disappearing into the dark, star-encrusted sky.
"You ready?" Bulma asked of the young man next to her. Trunks nodded, tail twitching with anticipation.
They proceeded to the door, and Bulma prayed they hadn't changed any codes around the house. The door slid open silently, and no alarms were sounded. The two crept upstairs, heading for Bra's room first.
Bulma was glad for the soft glow that her halo gave off, she had always had a hard time navigating the dark house. Trunks pointed to the room he felt Bra's ki in, and they opened the door as softly as possible.
Sitting gently on the edge of the bed, she brushed her daughter's hair away from her forehead.
"Bra-chan." She murmured quietly, and the girl's eyes fluttered open. She blinked a few times and sat up, quickly taking in Trunks in the doorway, and her mother on the bed.
"Kaachan!" She whispered, hugging Bulma fiercely. "Oh, Touchan will be so happy! You need to go see him first." She pulled away, pushing her mother to her feet.
Bulma smiled at Bra, assuring her that they would spend some time together in the morning. Trunks stayed with Bra, and Bulma departed for her bedroom.
She hoped Vegeta was asleep, she loved being able to wake him up. He was almost always awake when she woke up.
Presently she found herself staring at the door, trying her damnedest to open it silently. She crept into the room.
He was laying on his stomach, head pillowed on his forearms. His hair was shorter, making him look even more gorgeous.(AN: hair short like in GT, because his hair is like really awesome short J)
She sat next to him on the bed as softly as possible, and he murmered softly in his sleep. She reached out to caress his face.
"Vege-chan, okite.(Wake up.)"
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Yep, end chapter seven. I am infinitely EVIL!!!!!! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
I can't wait to write next chapter, but I'm gonna be gone this weekend.. :'( So, I'll try to write and upload 8 on Sunday, but it depends on how evil my parents are feeling. ;)
You know the deal! Review, and tell me how much you love my fic, or how much you hate other peoples fics compared to mine, or, you get the point! ;) But seriously, constructive criticism is welcome. Got any good ideas about how Vegeta's gonna react? Tell me! I haven't gotten it all figured out anyway… -_-'
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