Don't Forget

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Without further ado, I give you the next chapter of "Don't Forget".

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DBZ!
IT BELONGS TO AKIRA TORIYAMA!

Chapter Eight

Previously on "Don't Forget"

"Zarbon is in the tanks but he told me a quite interesting fun fact. It involves a certain Prince you love." Mirror grinned evilly. He was once a prince from his home planet Crystalline but he gave it up for something even better. He admired Frieza's sense of getting power and wanted to be a part of it. After selling out his planet of its rare beauties and his own wife who he once loved with all his being, he became one of Frieza's men and over the years he became Frieza's top men.

Turtles stretched out his body from his bed, slightly turning his body to the side. Sounds of bones cracking were muffled but still audible through his muscular flesh as he stretched. He never thought that he could feel so good after lying with a woman. He knew he was capable of bedding a Saiyan woman and he wasn't that weak to do it. The day of his birth he had been branded weak and an easy prey amongst his fellow Saiyans and so had been heavily protected by his mother who never let him out of her sight. If she wasn't around, his brother Vegeta would take her place. It seemed that for the entirety of his life he had been sheltered from the universe. His mother thought it was the right thing to do, but his father thought he needed to start leaving the nest and see the world through his own eyes and not by the words of his mother or brother.

The youngest child knew his father was not an evil person like some planets made him out to be. His father took his empire seriously; each planet under his rule was to be treated with respect and care. Many people often doubted his father's intentions due to his hard and intimidating demeanor, which often meant it was hard to believe that such a man with this much power had no evil intentions. It had caused some doubt and uneasiness amongst the planets that were under the rule of the Saiyan Empire.

The young man gave a cocky smirk as the woman who was dressing gave a small hiss as she pulled on her undergarments. As the sun hit her hair, it emitted a dark crimson hue, her skin was a perfect shade of medium colored brown, her hair swished and swayed from side to side as she moved her body to arrange her armor. Once she was dressed, the woman went towards Turtles who was waiting for her.

"It was quite a pleasant way to spend these couple of days with you, my Prince." She gave him a toothy grin. Turtles reached forward with his left hand, buried his hand in her loose locks and brought her close to kiss her lips before she disappeared. The kiss was heated and both wanting to be the dominating partner. The woman's body began feeling heated once more under her armor, all she wanted to do was to lie next to Turtles and wish that her family disappeared, her addiction, to disappear. Turtles, was the man who she could see herself with in another world, but in this world she couldn't.

"Kumiko, you don't need to do this please," Turtles whispered to her as the battle of the heated kiss came to a draw. Kumiko blinked her eyes several times trying to figure out her thoughts. "Just stay with me, please?"

"I'm sorry Turtles, but I can't." Kumiko whispered back. Kumiko pulled away from the young Prince and headed out to the long window framed door that led to the outside world. The six words said everything she couldn't say. Kumiko was taught that power was everything that she needed and she enjoyed what it brought her.

She would give up her lover, everything, just to have people falling before her feet and admiring her like a deity. She was more in love with that, than she was with Turtles. She had admitted to that a long time ago; Turtles was more of a second choice, but seeing that he was not going to be King any time soon, why continue to give him false hope?

He watched the woman he loved fly away after saying she was sorry. A shot of electrifying pain shot through his heart and body as he was rejected for the last time. He never wanted to have fallen in love with his brother's mate, but he did. He had done many unforgiving things for this woman just to prove he was willing to do anything for her. He remembered when he committed the ultimate sin against his brother. The day he posed as his brother when the woman called for help. He was so entranced with Kumiko that he didn't care if his brother found out.

In the end he was thrown away. He knew that she wasn't coming back to him. Filled with guilt, Turtles, found himself drowning in guilt.

Tears of a broken heart and shame ran down his face.

He was a broken man.

X~:~X

Bulma opened her eyes to find herself in a very familiar room; the bed was flushed with royal patterns which were ranged over every shade of purple possible. The room drained the heat from her body, inside and out. The air she breathed in was shivering cold and felt uncomfortable as she breathed it in and out of her lungs. It felt as if she were being drowned in the icy waters of Antarctica and every time she tried to break for the surface something pulled her back down into its unforgiving, freezing grip. It was suffocating.

The bed felt like stone underneath her finger tips and stuck to her fingers' flesh. The covers were not much of a help even though they were thick, but it seemed they held no warmth. Bulma wrapped herself with the covers hoping that in time she would get warm from the cold that depressed the air around her. She turned to her left side, stared at the ground, her body growing smaller with each shiver. Her mind was so focused on getting warm that she dismissed her dream, the dream where she was reunited with her family. It was too good to be true in the end.

This was her reality. A reality where she was Frieza's weapon, Zarbon's bitch, and everyone's punching bag. This reality was one she had grown accustomed to, her world revolved around surviving one hour at a time until that hour turned into a day and the days turned into weeks. The years she spent living under the two tyrants she had learnt she had reasons to kill herself. Frieza used her for creating weapons and manufacturing bio-weapons that could destroy a whole civilization in matter of hours. However, Zarbon was the worse. The ways he used her were enough of a reason for her to die out of shame, she'd been exploited, humiliated in many ways and scarred to a point where she no longer felt beautiful.

Beautiful.

The word made her stomach turn. It was her beauty that attracted the sick bastard and now it was her beauty who she blamed for all this. If she was an average woman, she would have been spared from the hell like all the other women who perished on Earth. When her life ended she would no longer be plagued by the world or by her looks, her soul would float in the seas of the other side. She wouldn't be ashamed of her scars that were self-made and made by others.

Momma, we are finally together again just like you promised.

A small grey silhouette figure darkened the floor where she was facing. It was perfect shadowy figure that Bulma could make out the outlines of a child's smile and big eyes. Bulma immediately knew it was her daughter. Unspoken energy burst through her body, creating heat in the center of her body and it slowly progressed through the rest of her body. The warmth intensified when another small figure appeared next to her daughter. On the other figure she made out short hair that was extremely short from the back but it got longer as it got to the child's forehead.

Momma, you look beautiful.

Bulma frowned at the small girl's words. Was she still considered beautiful despite how she looked? Bulma ran her right hand through her hair, her body jerked forward with her hand still locked on her head. Her left hand went through her locks that were…wet? At that moment she no longer felt cold; her whole body was covered in water. How did she get wet? It was beyond her. She pulled her hands away from her head and grabbed the bed cover. She ran the bed covers all over her body, trying to dry herself.

The water kept coming and coming, the voices kept getting clearer. Bit by bit the room around her changed, water poured out from all corners of the room, from the floor, the door, and from the bed she was in. The cold atmosphere disappeared; her lungs were no longer hurting but overjoyed by how tasty the air was. Her body was glowing with warmth. She felt she could take on everything that Frieza or Zarbon threw at her.

It's time to come back to us mom.

Normally she would be scared shitless that she was locked in a room that was filling up with water, but she gladly accepted what was coming next. She lay back on her bed, made herself comfortable, closed her eyes with a smile and let herself be pulled to where ever the two small children were going to take her.

X~:~X

Bra and Trunks were watching the tank patiently, their tails swaying from side to side. Bra's tail curled and uncurled at the tip while Trunks' tail moved more like a feline, swift and slow. The twins neglected their training with their father who would occasionally yell at them. Their grandfather went on with his ruling letting the six year olds fend for themselves, not because he was getting tired but he needed his grandchildren to be as independent as they could. If he'd coddle them too much, they'd end up spoiled or dead.

The twins were sitting on the floor with their backs against a set of metal chairs. They were still in the infirmary; a metal table was in front of the chairs the twins were leaning against. Massive papers of data lay in piles, most were Bulma's vitals that were taken. Each neatly folded paper had lines giving out different readings from different parts of where the leads were placed at. Long paper thin needles drew the lines whilst its holder moved it up and down creating different shapes of mountains and hills.

The room was kept clean for the most part. The floors where made from the marble like rock, smooth to the touch and it had its own gloss. It was a strong whipped cream color with tiny specs of blue diamond's that were common on planet Vegeta. Planet Vegeta had many priceless gems, but the planet was most famous for its heat that was unbearable for any other creature. Its' waters which were cool enough to wash away the heat from the two suns that lit up both sides of the planet lighting up the planet destroying any shadows that lingered. At night when the two suns disappeared, the coolness of the water coated the planet like an invisible fog, cooling everything it touched with its invisible hands.

The twins' attention was snapped back at the tank that started to gurgle as the water decreased, and then it hissed as the top pushed itself open, Bulma was secured in her seat so she wouldn't fall off. Trunks and Bra rushed to their mother who had her both arms hugging her waist, her hair wet hair spread all over her shoulders, and her bangs were stuck to her forehead, covering her upper part of her face. Her chest raised up and down, her head slung down to its right side.

At that moment, King Vegeta and Prince Vegeta burst into the room and remained silent as the sleeping beauty moved her arms and then her legs. Trunks and Bra smiled brightly and giggled with each other as their mother was coming to. Prince Vegeta held his breath when he saw the pale eyelids revealed the richest color of blue eyes he had ever seen in his life.

Bra rushed over to the tank where a series of buttons where and pressed several buttons, releasing Bulma from her restraints. Trunks quickly went to his mother's left side to help her gain her balance. Bulma blinked several times, her whole feet felt like jell-lo, she felt bad for putting her weight on her son who was half her size. With struggle, Bulma turned her head to her right where Bra appeared placing her arms around her, helping her brother with her. Bulma smiled sadly. Her legs collapsed under her as she gave up trying to stand, for she was not strong enough.

Trunks and Bra positioned their mother kneeling down with her arms on her lap, her feet neatly tucked under her bottom. The two piece that Bulma wore clung to her body, trying to hide away Bulma's assets but her long blue hair helped with the process as it spread out her back, bottom, and front. Half of her azure locks covered her face but her delicate, pale features were still visible through the different sized gaps that her hair made. Her fingers curled up together, letting her grown nails dig in her skin till she felt pain. Pain was the only way for her to regain what reality was and what a dream was.

Vegeta stared at the human who was struggling to grasp her new surroundings. Hell, it was probably the same look he had on when he found out he had children. Confusion, shock, and even a little fright, his deep, rich, black eyes locked with hers. When his eyes caught hers, all he wanted to do was hold her. He promised her that he'd protect her, but he couldn't keep it. Someone interfered with his life, yet he didn't know who, but when he did find out no one was going to get in the way when he killed the bastard. They took away his woman, gave her to the Devil with a cute bow on her as a gift, and made their children lose their childhood.

King Vegeta shifted his attention to his son whose ki was rising from anger then back at the woman who he grew to care for like a daughter. He didn't see Bulma as a woman, but as a little girl who was lost and scared engulfed in an adult's body. He didn't know what she'd been through, but knowing Frieza, the poor child had suffered. At the thought of Frieza he wished he had killed the son-of-a-bitch when he decided to play God with his family. Both their sons suffered greatly when their mother passed due to the tyrant, Frieza, who wanted to 'play'. Frieza… one of the most dangerous aliens, King Vegeta had encountered and also one of the strongest. The last time Frieza and King Vegeta, faced off were when his wife, mother of this children, Iris, was brutally murdered, violated, and decapitated. As King Vegeta let himself go through his memories he remembered screaming coming from his son's room. Vegeta and Turtles were only four when they woke up to find their mother's head at the end of their bed staring at them with a terrified expression.

He remembered how Turtles' health turned for the worst and Vegeta was so traumatized by the act, that he suffered nightmares from it and hated women for being 'weak'…till he met Bulma. It was this, sweet, rebellious, seven year old human girl who brought Turtles health back into shape and made Vegeta heal bit by bit. Who would have thought that a human could have so much power to heal both his sons and also help their race grow strong enough to protect each other and their Princes so such an act wouldn't happen again?

But now he stared at the shaken adult Bulma, he doesn't know if she'd ever be the same person like she was but then again after the idiot of his son chose power over her, he wouldn't be surprised if she held some, well a lot of resentment toward his son. Maybe she would have been better off with Turtles? Though between Bulma and Turtles, there were never any signs of interests over each other besides friendship. Why did his son, had to think that power was everything and ruin his chances to be utterly happy with a healthy female who wanted to share that same happiness?

Trunks and Bra were oblivious to the two other adults in the room; each took a side of their mother and cuddled next to her. After wrapping their mother's arms around them, they placed their arms around Bulma's neck; their faces nestled in on her damp shoulders (Trunks on the left, Bra on the right). Their tails wrapped around their mother's wet waist. They whispered small things to their mother hoping to get some sort of reaction from her, a simple sigh, cough, or a tear would be enough. They didn't want to think of a possibility that she was lost and would stay like a vegetable.

"W-w-why?" A faint word escaped from Bulma, her arms tightened around her children who jumped at the sudden action. The twins looked at each other then at their father who finally blinked in confusion.

"You left us." Bulma's voice was gaining strength as her black expression turned into a glare. Her eyes grew dark as anger made it present. The twins looked at their grandfather for help, they knew she was going to blow and it wasn't going to be pretty. King Vegeta was glad that she had regained some sort of life even if it was anger, something is better than nothing. Prince Vegeta mentally sighed, he knew this was coming.

"Listen woman, I didn't do anything wrong." Prince Vegeta crossed his arms, and then rolled his eyes, defending his innocence in the matter.

"Bastard," Bulma seethed out from her teeth, "You didn't do anything wrong…You fucking bastard! You made this happen!" Bulma pulled herself up on her feet, anger fed her the energy to stand and to speak. Bra and Trunks looked at each other and prepared to separate their parents.

"It's not my fault you are not a warrior but a weak human who couldn't defend herself or her own children!" The words were said but no one was as shocked as the Prince who spoke them. He didn't mean it. He honestly didn't mean it; they had just spilled out in the haze of the moment. King Vegeta growled while the twins had a hurt expression, but it soon turned into a glare.

"Who are you to talk?" Bra spoke out with seriousness that surprised everyone. The six year old girl glared at her father that matched Bulma's when she was young. "You abandoned us-"

"Bra, calm down, we've been through this." Trunks whispered to his sister. The young female's expression changed in an instant, the serious look was blinked away into an apologetic expression. They had gone through that conversation a few years back and yet there were still some unsettling questions that the twins wanted to ask, but hesitated. Their relationship with their father had improved so much that they had almost forgotten that he was the one who damned them to hell. Trunks and Bra glanced at each other, hearing their own thoughts about the subject. They knew that the BIG talk was coming, but today wasn't the day. Their mother was too distraught and having a family meeting was not suitable for she was stuck in the pain of the past. She needed more time to get to know their father again and see that he indeed had changed. Heck, even that bitch-what's-her-face-scent was gone. At that thought the twins made a disgusted look. They haven't seen Kumiko since she went psycho on them.

Bulma's eyes widen at how true his words were. Her hands clutched tightly into fists, her anger boiled her blood, firing each cell in her body to generate energy that suddenly appeared. Her soft skin color drained in a flash, her chest rose and fell slowly but powerfully. The energy around her was dangerous; the air grew cold and thick that the twins backed away from the raw energy. The ground around her was giving in under the pressure the energy gave creating a small sized creator, unnoticeable by her feet. She radiated hate and darkness that no one expected, small wine colored ki vines escaped from her body like small lightning bolts.

"I will kill you, you stupid monkey!" Bulma screamed like a banshee. Her whole body crouched to attack her target. She zipped her way towards him too fast for anyone to see and her left fist sparked with raw energy headed to Vegeta's face while her right hand held him in place.

"Momma!" Bra and Trunks said in unison with fear to match. Bulma turned her head to face her children who were afraid…afraid of her. Immediately she let go of Vegeta, the energy slowly dying down, and her feral demeanor dissipating immediately. She walked towards them, but they took a step back with each step, why, why was this happening? She wasn't to be feared. In fact, they should fear Vegeta not her!

"It's okay babies. Don't be afraid." Bulma reached forward with her hands but was met with air as the children did not move forward to her hands. Her heart tightened as she was rejected by her own family.

"What happened to you?" Trunks asked the question that was in everyone's mind. Bulma straightened her back and placed her hands at her sides with a confused look. What was he talking about?

"I don't get your question." Bulma whispered. "Trunks, it's me, your mother." She smiled at him but Trunks glared at her. Bra was locked on her mother who went from a deranged psycho woman to the mother who she knew from birth. There was nothing wrong with her mother. Years of being separated might have some loosen screws (she'll admit), but maybe after some quality time, her mother would be the same person she was before all this happened.

"Trunks it's not the time to fight!" Bra clutched her brother's right hand with her own. "She's been through so much! We should have expected that she wouldn't be the same, but we can't change the fact that she is our mother!"

"Listen to your sister, Trunksie, when we were separated so many horrible things happened." Bulma sat on the ground, her both knees touched the ground, and her hand were placed on her knees for support.

"Yeah I know mom, but you're different." Trunks pleaded with his eyes for his mother to come out with the truth on why he felt so disconnected. He knew that Bra felt it too but she was more optimistic than he was. He saw things differently than his sister. He saw things as his father sees things, he was rational and realistic. And his mind was telling him that the woman before him was his mother, but his heart told him to be careful. He wouldn't be surprised if she tried to kill their father, because they all expected an attempt especially from her.

"Maybe one day, I'll tell you what happened." She promised. Without a hesitation, Bra leaped towards her mother wanting the warmth motherly contact that she dreamed of every night. Trunks followed suit letting go of his rationality and gave in to the same feelings his sister felt. Bulma hugged her children for the second time, sobbing quietly as she felt their warmth coating her body. She whispered small things to their ears, saying how much she missed them, loved them, and how they would never be separated again.

King Vegeta and Prince Vegeta left the room without having the others noticed. When they were out of the Saiyan children's hearing King Vegeta walked down the hall staring at the other end, his son followed suit.

"I didn't expect that." King Vegeta stated breaking the silenced. "We need to keep a close eye on Bulma."

"I was thinking the same thing." Prince Vegeta agreed with his father. "Her mind was slipping when she had that little episode. It caused our children to fear her. I swear when I get my hands on that lizard he's going to pay."

"My thought's exactly son."

X~:~X

Frieza smiled with his eyes closed, his left hand was cupping his chin as he sat on his throne. He was happy on how things were going with his army and the fun he was having by just seeing it. He let out a feline giggle that ran shivers down the soldiers standing guard. When Frieza opened his eyes, he gave a satisfied sigh. His new toy was doing wonders. Who knew that it would work? He couldn't wait to play with it more.

A soft cry came from a woman who was on the floor exhausted from being lazered at. Her body was branded by his sign, he loved beautiful woman just like he loved his men. Though he was upset that one of two of his rare ones had escaped from him, he didn't mind, because the two would return to him. They always do and by their own free will. He couldn't wait to see the face of the Prince when Bulma chooses him over Vegeta. That day would be glorious!

First, before that could happen, he'd let the two reunite before he set his own plan set to motion. Now that he has set the pieces in place all that was left was time. If things go by how he foresees it, he would have Prince Vegeta, the woman, and the two brats under his lizard finger. It all depends on time, everything does.

"My lord, your daughter wishes to speak to you." A soldier spoke from afar where the doors where. Frieza waved his hand to let his daughter in. Katiyana walked with her head locked with her fathers. Ever since Bulma ran away, the young Ice-jin was focused on making sure she protected her only friend from her father, but she knew it was useless when he told her that he knew where she was and who she was with. Katiyana went on a rage on how Bulma could go back to that bastard? Bulma hated him but why the hell would she run back to him?

"What is it you want?" Frieza wasted no time to brush her off. Ever since that day, her relationship with her father grew faint and it hurt them both but neither would admit it.

"I want to help you father." Katiyana answered without a tone. At the news, her father narrowed his eyes at his child, since when did she want to help with his plans? For all he knew she wanted to ruin them.

"Why this is a surprise, my own child who once said I was a cruel bastard, now wants to help me?"

"That was when I had something to fight for now that I was betrayed I have nothing but to get even." Katiyana said. Katiyana always had a soft spot for Bulma but when Bulma ran off to be with Vegeta it pissed her off. What could that monkey do for her, anyways?

"Very well, I'm glad you finally accepted my side of the family, my beloved daughter." Frieza smiled widely, knowing he had another set of hands and who better than his daughter. Katiyana bowed her head formally and returned the smile. She was happy that she could mend relations with her father and now all that mattered was to get back at Bulma and Vegeta.

I will kill you, you stupid monkey.