Oh Bulma, It Was Just A Dream!
A/N: Hey everybody. Again I apologize for not updating on a more regular schedule. I'm pretty sure everyone's pretty sick and tired of any excuse, and to that end, I will not offer any. Again I apologize, I have not abandoned my stories, please read and review and as always I don't own DBZ…don't sue please! :D
Ch. 7 – Desperation
"Trunks!"
"Hey Goku."
The powerful warrior blinked and rubbed his eyes rapidly as the powerful youth from the future appeared and stood before him. It had been a year since the last time they'd laid eyes on him, a year since the nightmare of the androids and Cell had been realized unto their universe. Goku could see that Trunks was rapidly becoming more and more of a man, more powerful and definitely more reminiscent of his powerful sire, the Prince of All Saiyans. What Goku wondered though was why Trunks would be in the here and now in their time…especially considering what was now happening. Chi Chi released her husband as she smiled.
"Trunks, you're looking more and more like your father every time you come back!"
"Hello Chi Chi. Well thank you. I never thought I'd ever take that as a compliment, but I do now. I hope you and Gohan have been well?"
"Of course, we're doing well…" Chi Chi's smiled contritely. After hearing from her husband what Vegeta and Bulma were going through right now, it felt wrong to her that she should feel fortunate that she and Goku were flourishing. "Gohan is out with Piccolo, Trunks, but I'm sure that they'll be back soon…"
"Trunks…I have to go see Dende. Will you come with me? We have to talk." Trunks swallowed heavily and looked down, nodding.
Nothing really needed to be said between them, Goku had a feeling Trunks already knew what was going on. Too many horrors this young man has had to experience, even compared to himself, how Trunks has managed to remain decent, loving, hopeful…a true testament to his mother. His courage, determination, immeasurable power, cunning, strength and extreme loyalty a mirror image of his father.
He shook his head sadly. No child should ever experience that which Trunks has, no one deserves this. Goku's comfort is that he and his father and all of their friends from this timeline were able to help the young man finally bring an end to the horrors in his time. And that the young son that was born from the love shared by his parents in this timeline will have a different future to look forward to as well.
If they can fucking figure out who the fuck is causing all this shit!
'Goku!'
'Ah, sorry Chi, I'm sorry you heard that.' He sheepishly looked down into her eyes, the worry and concern clearly etched across her face as she stared up at him. A small sigh escaped her lips as she closed the distance between them, her whole being engulfed in his powerful embrace. His own fear of her being attacked heavy and palpable in the air, his grip tightening almost painfully as he held her close, burying his face into her neck, nuzzling gently the mark he left on her so long ago.
"Aahh, ahem…" A small embarrassed cough brought the young couple back to the present, a red-faced teenager shuffling his feet uncomfortably as he tried to look everywhere but in their direction.
"I'll be back soon, Chi. Let me know if you need me, ok?" The seriousness in his eyes was unnerving as she bravely smiled and nodded, pushing him away.
"Yes, yes, Goku, don't worry I'll be fine! Now go…you both need to hurry." And with that they took off, quickly becoming two tiny specs in the sky as they flew farther away.
"How…how is she, Goku?" Goku slowed down as he looked sideways at the young warrior. He was bravely trying to put up a calm front, but the pain and fear in his eyes betrayed him easily.
"How much do you know, Trunks?"
"I know that she is being attacked right now, Goku. I…received images from her."
"…what? What do you mean you've received images from her?" Trunks fell silent again. Goku could feel his mouth hanging open as he tried to process what the young man had just said.
"I don't know how, Goku, but my mother has been giving me bits and pieces of what she and dad are going through. It's as if she's managed to find a way to project to me despite the difference in time and space." The silence between them was deafening, Goku completely dumbfounded and at a loss for words.
"Mom, my mom doesn't even know what to make of it, although when I told her about it, she looked as if she was going to faint. Which told me that this did happen, although probably differently. The way she looked at me…I don't know, I've never felt fear before the way I did. I don't think my mom here knows that she's sent me images, but ever since I first came back, Goku, you know there's been a very strong bond between us, even though I'm from a completely different time and space…she's still my mom."
"I'm not going to lie to you Trunks. Bulma is not doing well." A small twitch, a dead-ringer for his father's belied the stress he was going through, the unspoken graveness of his young mother's situation not lost on him.
"Your father, Vegeta's inside her mind right now, he needs to get her out, but he's having a bit of trouble right now…"
"What do you mean?"
"…after I left your parents place, Vegeta got a hold of me. Bulma started convulsing again, even though your father was mentally holding her down. Somehow…she was attacked again. If we don't hurry and speak to Dende or get the senzu beans, Bulma…she's going to break herself in two, Trunks. And you know your father, Trunks, he's never going to leave without her."
Trunks heart was in his throat as he felt the blood drain away from his face. He felt the tiny pricks of his hair along his forehead as he blindly followed his friend. The wind hissed angrily in his ear as his vision began to cloud, the stinging in the back of his eyes angering him further.
Goku was not surprised as a roar erupted behind him and a piercing golden beam shot swiftly past him, the enormous surge of energy trailing behind the very pissed off youth. Yes, Trunks was most definitely Vegeta's son. From what Trunks has said before, there was no guardian in their future, no specific outlet he could go to for advice or information. For him to intimately know so much about the lives of the people here in this time…the connection to his family must indeed be supremely strong.
The clouds began to break and thin out as the grand immense structure of the lookout rapidly came into view. It was sad, really. Almost all of the times that he, Gohan or any of their friends came up here were because of a dire need, a threat to the world or for any number of reasons to use the dragonballs. Goku realized that hardly ever it was just because to visit old friends and hang out, to enjoy life as it was.
"Goku! Trunks!" The unmistakable bellow from the short, long-haired fat blob that was Yajirobi stopped them in midair as they were speeding by, both warriors slowly hovering outside of the marbled balcony.
"Hey Yajirobi, we don't really have time to chat right now, we're on our way to see Dende, but say, you wouldn't by chance have any senzu beans ready, would you?"
"Huh, that's all you guys ever do, come up here to ask for shit. You know you guys are really ungrateful, Gok- "
"Whoa, hey now Yajirobi, I think that's uncalled for, don't you think? We come up here to ask for help to defeat those who are bent on destroying the planet and the people we love! Tell me how is it that we are ungrateful?"
Before the short lazy blob could respond, he found himself flattened against the far side of the balcony, the marble crumbling down around the depression his body made as he was plastered against it.
"You fucking fat bastard! How dare you speak like that! At least we DO something to protect people! When the hell have you ever done anything to help save anyone?! Oh wait, that's right, you could give a fuck!" The fire blazing in Trunk's eyes was burning a hole through the terrified man he had in his grasp, short of a miracle, nothing could save him.
"Yajirobi! Why the fuck would you say something like that?!" Three pairs of eyes turned to the far shadows to the left, a small white furry creature emerging from the shadows, his characteristic staff leading the way.
"Trunks, Goku, please pay him no mind. You know he's full of it." Korin tried to placate the angered Saiyan, even though the so-called warrior deserved it. He let out a sigh of relief as the powerful warrior's grip released suddenly, unceremoniously dumping Yajirobi in a heap. Goku wiped the fine sweat that had begun to bead at his hairline as he turned to the feline.
"Korin, we have a really bad situation right now, you wouldn't happen to have any senzu beans on you, would you?" A small smile emerged, whiskers twitching as he produced a small pouch he had hidden beneath his fur.
"Unfortunately Goku, yes, I kinda have an idea. I'm not sure if this will help Bulma though, you know you need to get to the root of the problem don't you?"
"I know but we have no idea how to begin helping Bulma. I was thinking Dende might be able to –"
'KAKAROT! Where the fuck are you?!' Goku jumped as the Saiyan Prince's voice boomed through his consciousness. Trunks and Korin looked on puzzled at his sudden frazzled appearance.
'What's wrong Vegeta?'
'What do you mean what's wrong?! What did the Namekian say?! What can be done to save my mate?!'
'Vegeta without knowing how or who is attacking Bulma-'
'It's Frieza you idiot! Frieza!'
"FRIEZA?! But that's impossible Vegeta! He's dead!" Three pairs of eyes were wide with disbelief, realizing what was now causing Goku's odd behavior.
"Frieza? But…how?" Trunks whispered. No, how the fuck can this be?! He's dead! I fucking killed him, it can't be him!
'I'm looking at him right now, moron, there is no mistake!' Vegeta's anger and desperation was slamming into the younger warrior angrily. If anyone had ever doubted Vegeta's feelings for Bulma (Yamcha) that had long been demolished. Most of the warriors knew of the sour prince's feelings for her, even if he never showed it, it wasn't something that was ever really hidden. The bond between them oozed from their being.
'Vegeta, have you found her?'
'Yes, but I am not leaving her here with him! But I don't know how to get her the fuck out!'
'Father.'
'Trunks?!' The two older warriors started in disbelief as the young man entered the conversation 'How the fuck are you talking to us? And why the hell are you back?!'
'No time for explanations father, what can I do to help mother?'
'You can start by taking the moron and asking the Namekian boy where the hell is Frieza's goon. That's how this freak's been able to cross into our plane, he has help from the living world. Destroy the fucker and his equipment and I can save my mate's life!'
'Wha-'
'Shut up Kakarot! Just do as I say!'
As suddenly as it began, the three way communication ended, time standing still as it slowly sunk in. In a brilliant golden flash, Trunks took off for the top of the humungous structure. Goku gave a long apologetic look to the sage old feline and followed, the precious pouch safely tucked in his chest.
'Dende, I hope you can help us.'
