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An: Sorry it took so long. I've been slowly rewriting each chapter to make it longer and flow smoother. I hope everyone likes the changes. Here is the revelation on who Yama is. Thanks for reading.
Summary: Everyone knows that Saiyans have a long life. When Bulma is reborn, Vegeta finds himself with the annoying task of wooing Bulma all over again.
Second Chances Changes Nothing and Everything
Chapter 24: Truth be told
Since the explosion that took his arm, Yama has learned to expect the unexpected. He could take almost anything in stride thanks to years of practiced calm. After all, if there was anything that was constant in the world it was that chaos always seem to follow Bloomer. It was never intentional. It was just unavoidable. Bloomer just naturally attracted trouble and Yama has gotten use to that fact. Yama wasn't surprise when he got a text in the middle of the night from Pei-Pei saying that Bloomer was with her.
The idiot had walked out in nothing but a thin shirt and pants into the rain storm. He had a nightmare probably. Bloomer has had them in the past. It wouldn't be the first time Bloomer has run away still half-asleep and terrified. Yama has lost count of how many times he had to carefully led Bloomer back after an exhausting night of searching through the city. This time, it looked like he wasn't needed. Bloomer, in his panic, had gone to the first familiar place he thought of. At least he was safe.
Yama held in a ragged breath.
Early the next morning, he prepared to leave. He stood in the doorway of the room that Bloomer had stayed in and he glanced around. The bed was empty, the sheets were haphazardly bunched on the floor, and the surrounding air was cold. A damp chilliness had settled into the room and he noticed (with a slight grimace) that the window was open. The rain from last night had pour through and the water had stained the carpet leaving a large damp spot. He mentally apologized to the maids as he walked in. He glanced around and grabbed for Bloomer's clothes, jacket, shoes, anything that Bloomer may have left.
The note thanking the Briefs for the hospitality was left on the nightstand.
The manor was mostly devoid of life when he walked through. Occasionally, he heard the sounds of working servants who was getting the manor ready for the day, but the halls he used was eerily quiet. There was just something about this place that made him uncomfortable. Yama has never wanted to leave a place so badly.
He pushed up his glasses.
He opened the front door of the manor and he stepped out.
"Dad?" A voice called out. An elderly woman with graying hair and bright blue eyes stared at him. She was coming up the walkway when she stopped short.
Yama blinked.
The next moment, he's being embraced tightly.
"Marron," a monotone voice spoke. A young, blond girl in her late teens strolled up from behind.
"Mom!" the elderly woman greeted brightly.
Yama was uncomfortable. He tried to gently dislodged himself from the embrace, but there were strength in those frail looking arms. They held him a vise grip. His pride as a man was slightly damaged when he couldn't escape from her grasp.
"Let him go, Marron," the teen ordered. The tone was gentle, soft, and calming.
"But it's dad!" the woman protested.
"I know," blue eyes slid to look at Yama. From such a delicate looking girl, Yama felt the weight of the words that came next."Marron, I won't ask again."
The blond's orders were absolute.
The elderly woman seemed reluctant to let him go, but she did as she was told. Yama felt relieved when he was released. He adjusted his glasses and he stared at the strange duo in front of him.
The grey hair woman beamed happily.
"Daddy, you remember me, right?" the woman asked. She seem so anxious and excited to see him that Yama wondered if he should play along with her delusion. He doesn't get any cues from the blond teen. She merely watched.
"Of course I remember, Marron," he finally said, using the name he heard come from the blond. He reached out a hand. It seemed almost natural to pat the woman on the head like she was a child.
Marron seemed to beam extra bright. "I knew you'd remember! Uncle Goku was wrong. See mom, I told you daddy wouldn't forget us!"
The blond doesn't even blink at how she was addressed. Her expression never changed. She was still stoic and detached. She stared unwaveringly at him as Marron continued to talk.
"You're so tall now!" Marron said. She circled around him. "And your hair!"
Yama warily tried to back away from the scrutiny.
Marron looked down at the things he had in his hand.
"Are you going somewhere?" she asked with a frown.
"To drop these off for a friend," Yama replied.
The old woman nodded. "When are you coming back? Maybe we can have lunch together."
She looked hopeful.
As she waited for an answer, Yama thought that he could see what she probably looked like when she was younger, a chubby cheek little girl with an infectious smile.
Yama doesn't know how to answer. He's saved when the blond spoke. "Marron, it's time to go."
The teen took the protesting woman and dragged her inside the manor. When they passed him, Yama's nose picked up on the scent of metal and machine oil that came from the blond. It was a familiar scent. He smelled it everyday when he puts on his own artificial limb.
His eyes followed the blond as she strolled into the darken entryway. She looked over at him before the door closed. There was a look of disconcerting there (the first emotions he seen come from her) and she frowned slightly before her expression shuttered close.
Yama turned towards the driveway.
He felt a familiar throb before a dulling pain shoot from his stump. It radiated outward until his entire left side pulsed and burned and Yama took it for what it was.
A warning.
The space between where his real arm and where his artificial arm began to twinge painfully.
He ignored the pain and he left them far behind.
*57-Years-eariler *
"So, any requests?" King Enma asked. He looked at the small, bald earthling.
"You mean anything?" Krillin asked. "Well, gee, I didn't know...actually, I wouldn't mind being a little taller. Maybe more hair?"
"Done," King Enma granted. He gives a thumbs up to the spirit.
A white light washed over the room.