Lost and Found Love

Chapter Eight

Isaac

Bulma took her time driving to the building. She was cautious, always on the look out for another car to come speeding at her. Many of the ones behind her honked and passed her, and she could have cared less. She felt bad for doing just the speed limit, and cautiously making her way past the red lights and stop signs, but she couldn't help it. In the two years that she hadn't driven, she had lost her previous confidence behind the wheel.

By the time she arrived, she was surprised her father hadn't called to see what was taking her so long. Collecting her keys from the ignition, she closed the doors and locked the car up before biting her lip and heading toward the main doors. The inside was much the same as it had been, sparsely decorated and efficiently professional. Cold, almost. Shrugging it off, she went to the main desk and collected her visitors pass, keeping to herself when before she would have smiled at everyone and made conversation, taking her time getting to know all the new faces.

The elevator doors closed after she pushed the small circle button highlighting the number four, nearly making her panic. She was caged again. She couldn't breathe for a second before she reached out and grabbed onto the looming image of her baby Trunks and squared her shoulders. She would find him. Nothing would stand in her way if it was fated to be. She prayed that it was. The doors swished open quietly and Bulma stepped out onto the short cut carpet. Her shoes whispered across it as she turned to the right and made her way to the office.

She knocked briefly before opening the door and smiling at her father. "Hey daddy," she greeted before moving to take a seat. He smiled at her, the wrinkles in his handsome face making her realize just how much he had aged in her absence.

"Hello Princess," he greeted warmly, standing up from behind his desk. He moved to pour them both a glass of ice water, sitting next to her instead of behind the desk and handing her the glass. She smiled slightly, taking the glass.

"You never found his body," she stated bluntly, looking down at the short grey carpet so he didn't see the hurt in her eyes. The soul deep pain that she couldn't escape. Burns stiffened. "I... We assumed Cold had taken him too..."

Bulma turned her eyes on him, pained and determined at the same time. Burns was struck by them, so different from the innocent girl she had come to him as. She was a woman now, tortured by her own demons and forever changed. "I left him in that alley near the hospital. If he wasn't there, someone picked him up. I want to know anything. Did the hospital find him? Someone else? Was he adopted?" She swallowed. "I want my son back."

Burns nodded, standing immediately to see what he could do. It would take calling in a favor or two, but he would get the best on the investigation, even if he had to pay to keep it private. Settling in his chair behind the desk, he moved the mouse around to boot up the screen. Quickly entering his password, he waited for it to load his settings then pulled up the internet. Curious, Bulma moved to look over his shoulder. Pulling up the local hospitals page, he spent a few minutes finding the delivery page. Most of the hospitals had photos anymore.

Seeing what he was doing, Bulma stayed quiet. Positioning the mouse over the space where a date would be entered, Burns waited. "March," she whispered, licking her suddenly dry lips. Burns entered the month, then hit search. Waiting for the photos to load, he turned and looked at his daughter. He loved her so much that it hurt.

As the page loaded, Bulma leaned over and moved the mouse, scrolling slowly down the page. She took her time, remembering every feature her baby Trunks had possessed even from the small time she had held him. At the bottom of the page, she froze. Dark eyes, curly hair. Pale skin. Chubby fists waving at the camera. "Trunks," she whispered softly. Burns took the mouse, clicking on the photo to enlarge it. The dark hair had a tint of blue to it. The eyes were a dark black. Scrolling down to read the description, he skipped over the weight and length.

"Found on March 20, at eleven thirteen pm. Adopted March 24."

And then, beneath it- Isaac Thornton.

Bulma pushed away, turning to look out the window. Thornton. Isaac Thornton. "Run a check," she asked hollowly. Inside, she was overjoyed. He was alive. Her little boy was out there somewhere! But, would the people that had adopted him be as loving as she hoped? Gnawing her lower lip nervously, she forced herself to calm down. Isaac was a biblical name, which meant either someone at the hospital had named him, or his new parents had. A biblical name could be misleading. Perhaps whoever had named him had simply liked the name, and wasn't religious at all.

"It might take a while. How about you call Lauren and go shopping?" he suggested as gently as he could. Bulma closed her eyes and nodded.

"Thank you daddy," she said, kissing his cheek and smiling before she left. She wanted her son back badly, but she trusted her father with finding him. They hadn't know the whole story, after all. It wasn't his fault he had let it lay like it had appeared to them. Pulling her cell phone from her pocket as she stood outside the building, she called Lauren.

"Hello?"

"Lauren, its Bulma. I was wondering if you would meet me at the mall?" She heard Lauren's tinkering laugh on the other end, then a positive response. "Good. I'll see you there in an hour, the fountain out front. Bye."

Hanging up with Lauren, she looked down at her contacts, biting her lip. Goku. He would listen and understand. He had always been a little slow on the uptake, but he had been more loyal than most people she knew. Slowly, she dialed his number. She needed a friendly shoulder to cry on right now. Her son was alive! Her heart pounded in her chest, everything in her pushing her to go after him right now, and if she had an address, she would have. But she didn't.

"Hello, Goku here." The voice was familiar, bringing back memories that had long been dormant. Bulma smiled, relishing the forgotten feel of belonging.

"Its Bulma." She waited a beat. "I was wondering if we could get together and talk for a little bit?" There was a hopeful note in her voice at the request of the man that was like her brother.

"Of course. Come on over," he said, a huge grin on his face on the other end of the line. He had missed her, and even though she was indescribably different now, she was still the girl that had grown up with him.

Bulma smiled warmly. "See you in a few," she said before hanging up, slipping the phone in her purse before opening the car door and slipping inside. Things would work out. She would have her baby boy back soon, and they would all be a family. Her heart swelled with hope, a small short prayer that the Lord would work his miracles going up before she started the car.

AN: I know its been a long time, and I don't have any excuse other than I lost the motivation to write for a while. Hopefully I'll get back into the groove, and complete the stories I have started. Sorry this update was short, but it seemed like a good place to end it. Please, Reviews are welcome!