Once Upon a Time...
ch 14: One More Night
(A/N: the present-Bulla's class will be in italics, and the story will be in regular print.)
Bulma kissed her baby goodnight. Baby Trunks was fast asleep. Bulma looked at her young son. His cute baby cheeks, his little tuff of lavender hair. Kami he was beautiful. Bulma couldn't be more proud. Just look at how he turned out! Mirai Trunks was amazing. He was both handsome and strong. Humble and stern. He was just like his father. Bulma sighed. She looked at the door. She knew Vegeta was in their room. She had forgiven him for eveything he has done in the past few days. But know, she didn't know what to think. He was going to fight in the Cell Games. She may never see him ever again.
"He fought in the Cell Games?" a boy exclaimed.
Both Bulla and Vegeta had the same scowl on their face.
"Of course he did fool," Bulla replied.
Bulma shut her bedroom door behind her. Everyone was in their rooms. She took a look around her room for Vegeta. She found him standing out on the balcony, shirtless. He was just wearing his usual spandex shorts.
"Does he always wear that?" a girl asked with a confused expression.
Vegeta blushed. What he wears is not of anyone's concern.
Vegeta knew Bulma was there. He sensed her the moment she arrived in their bedroom. He continued to look forward though. Something told him to wait for her to make the fist move.
"Vegeta," Bulma called as she walked onto the balcony.
Vegeta turned his head to face the blue-haired beauty. She had an expression on her face that he could not even decipher. He grabbed her chin and raised it so they were staring into each other's eyes. Bulma blinked and looked away. She didn't want to lose him. Even though he was the most arrogant, self-centered, prideful, and stubborn, jerk she really did love him.
"Talk about for better or for worse," the teacher muttered.
"Woman," Vegeta began.
He noticed a single tear roll down her cheek. He always hated to see her cry. But why was she crying now?
"Woman," Vegeta repeated.
Bulma opened her eyes and looked back at the father of her child. He wiped the stray tear off of her cheek. She looked into his onyx orbs. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head at the crook of his neck. She began to cry even harder.
"Girls are such cry babies," a boy mocked.
All girls in the class turned to glare at the boy (even the teacher). The boy 'eeped' and hid underneath his desk.
Vegeta didn't know what to do. Only once had Bulma ever cried like this in front of him. He still had no clue how to handle the wailing woman in his arms. He decided to wrap his arms around the shaking woman.
"Bulma, why are you crying?" Vegeta asked.
"He called her by her name!" a girl exclaimed.
Bulla agreed. Her Daddy hardly calls her Mommy by her first name. She never understood why, but she thought it wierd if her father will call her mother by any other nickname.
Bulma looked up to the man that held her. She felt so safe in his arms. She didn't want to leave the security he brought her heart.
"Promise me you will be carefiul Vegeta," Bulma begged.
Vegeta eyed the blue-haired beauty. He saw the concern in her azure orbs. He leaned his head down and brought his lips down to hers.
"Is that all they do is kiss?" a boy asked out loud with a disgusted expression on his face.
Bulla agreed. All her parents do was kiss each other when they weren't fighting. It was pretty gross. Vegeta rolled his eyes. 'Children,' he thought. So immature sometimes.
Bulma woke up early in the morning. She noticed Vegeta finish putting on his Saiyan armor. She sat up on the bed, wrapping the sheet around her body.
Vegeta finished putting on his boots and gloves when he turned to face his mate.
"I want you to promise me something Vegeta," Bulma began.
Vegeta nodded his head and waited for her to continue.
"I want you to promise me you will keep Trunks safe out there. I know you can't promise me you will come back, but I want both of you to come back safe and sound," Bulma explained.
Vegeta sat down next to her.
"You have my word on my Saiyan honor," Vegeta answered.
Bulma nodded her head and kissed her mate.
"Not again," a boy groaned.
The class groaned as well.
Bulma stood on the front lawn of Capsule Corp. Both Vegeta and Mirai Trunks were standing in front of her. Baby Trunks was in her arms. She moved so she stood directly in front of the future version of her son.
"Good luck Trunks, and stay safe," Bulma stated.
The purple-haired haired teen smiled at the younger version of her mother. He knew she would be worried about him. But he couldn't promise her anything. He knew that. He had no clue how the battle today will turn out.
"I will Mother," Trunks replied.
Bulma hugged the Mirai version of her son. She promised herself she wouldn't cry.
"I'm going to Kame House to watch the fight," Bulma stated.
Vegeta nodded his head and flew off. He was never one for goodbyes.
"Jerk," a girl muttered.
Bulla glared at the girl. No one talked about her Daddy that way.
Trunks took once last look at his young mother.
"Keep an eye on him," Bulma asked.
Trunks laughed. Of course his mother would ask him that.
"I will," Trunks spoke before flying away.
Bulma sighed and shifted Baby Trunks in her arms. Trunks opened his eyes and looked at his mother. He may have the color of his mother's eyes, but they were Vegeta's eyes.
"Well Trunks all we can do is pray," Bulma stated.
A/N: There will be only one more chapter for the Cell Games period. The last chapters will be during the missing seven years.
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