Bulma retracted from her hug and kissed Vegeta. Vegeta just sat there, still on one knee, feeling like an idiot. Then he was kissed and he just sat there on one knee, feeling like an idiot, and being kissed. He didn't exactly mind though.
"AWWWWWW!" Went the crowd. Vegeta would give them a death glare, but he was kinda busy *wink wink*. After the kiss was over and done, Bulma got up, and quickly dried her tears. Vegeta got up as well. Bulma wrapped her arms around him once more. Vegeta still never understood why women were so over-emotional about this. But he still put one arm around her waist anyways. Bulma grabbed her smoothie and was just about to leave before Vegeta tapped her shoulder and reminded her to pay. She quickly dropped the correct amount of money on the table and took vegeta's arm and led him to the sidewalk.
"Lets walk." Vegeta groaned. Bulma gave him a look and he rolled his eyes.
"Bulma, you forgot something..." Vegeta pulled out the ring. Bulma blushed.
"Well that was stupid off me..." Vegeta ignored her and put the ring on the correct finger. Bulma smiled and kissed his cheek. Vegeta ignored her and placed his hands in his pockets and walked on. Bulma grumbled and caught up. Vegeta walked faster. Okay, now Bulma was mad.
"Why are you trying to ditch me?"
"I'm not. Just seeing how fast you are," Vegeta said with his signature smirk and started hopping on top of objects such as fences with ease. And just for a teasing pleasure, he didn't even remove his hands from his pockets, and continuously did flips as he transitioned between objects.
"Vegeta get down!" Bulma was half laughing, half yelling at her new fiancé. He just kept smirking and went faster.
"Vegeta please. Don't make me mad on the night you just proposed, not even an hour ago!" Vegeta rollover his eyes and jumped casually as though it was only a small jump from a tall fence.
"You know I can't go up there Vegeta," Bulma said brushing a bang behind her ear.
"I know."
"Then why did you go?"
"To annoy you. And it worked. Now, I'm finished with this tiresome walking. We're flying."
"Stop lying! It isn't tiresome to you."
"Okay, boring. Lets just go pick up trunks."
"I bet you just wanna fly to carry me huh?" Bulma winked at the prince.
"Woman you are insane."
"Hey!-" Bulma was lifted up into the sky princess style into the cold crisp air. The wind did feel quite refreshing. Also the familiarity of having a ring was heart warming on that night.
"Goten! Give it back!" Trunks chased his best friend around his house after a game informer.
"Come and get it!"
Trunks scowled and went faster. They chased around the living room, around the couch, television, and an angry chi chi.
"You two boys are both grounded! Trunks I will be calling your mother and Goten go to your room!" He then grumbled off, when suddenly there was a knock. Chi chi of course dashed to answer it.
"Hello? Oh hi Bulma, come on in!" She gestured Bulma and Vegeta inside, and Bulma sauntered into the room.
Vegeta stood where he was.
"We're only here for a couple minutes," Vegeta explained when Bulma asked for him to come in. The heiress shrugged and called for her baby's name. Trunks came slowly to his mom and said, "Alrighty then, lets go." So the trio left right after Bulma pleaded with trunks to thank chi chi for her hospitality. Trunks said it in a rude manner.
"Trunks! Please! Be nice to chi chi!"
"Grr..." Trunks grumbled, "thank you mrs. Son..."
"No problem trunks! You can come anytime you like." Chi chi patted his head. Trunks scowled and turned toward the door. Bulma sighed and smiled. She followed him to the door and quickly waved by and said thank you to chi chi.
Once Bulma had gotten outside with trunks, she hugged him and kissed his forehead.
"So honey, did you have a good time?"
"Yeah, but Goten stole my game informer. I couldn't believe he would do that to me!" Trunks paused dramatically, being humorous as usual.
"Bulma, trunks, the police called." Vegeta said, placing his phone in his pocket.
"What did they say?" Trunks asked.
"We have to go visit Derek for some reason." He decided from then on to call Desmond "Derek". Vegeta figured he didn't deserve that much respect and was to be given the sad name he had given himself.
"Why?" Bulma asked. A look of concern shown in her eyes. She didn't wan to see that bastard ever again. He caused her to die more than once, repeatedly cause misery, and destroyed her. Good thing she has family! OHANA!
"I said 'for some reason' didn't I?" Vegeta said, In his usual smart aleck way. Bulma smiled.
"Thank you Baka," Bulma said, crossing her arms decisively. Vegeta ignored her and looked at trunks.
"Today, I proposed to your mother," he said casually, as if saying the weather was nice. Trunks gaped.
"But I thought you weren't allowed to until march 9th!"
"It is march ninth Trunksy," Bulma said behind him.
"Oh...I thought it was the 7th..."
"No honey, it's the ninth."
"Well then," trunks said, trying to cover up his mistake, "congrats guys!" Bulma smiled once more.
"Thank you trunks."
"Mm-hm." Trunks bowed in a gentlemanly way. When he rose, he laughed at his fake bow. Bulma ignored him.
"Alright. When do we go see Desmond?" Bulma asked, straining the name of the criminal.
"Tomorrow," responded the prince. Bulma sighed.
"Well, it's past 10 o' clock. I believe we all need some sleep."
"A little while longer?" Trunks asked.
"No-"
"Are you sure we can't just have a little while...?" Vegeta flashed a seductive smirk.
"Noo...okay fine..."
"Yayyyy!" Trunks said and flew off with glee.
Bulma turned to Vegeta and placed both hands on her hips.
"Vegeta what are you up to?"
"Nothing in particular...just a simple night of romance..." Before Bulma could argue, Bulma was swept into the air, in vegeta's arms and taken home... But didn't go to sleep until three o clock... -wink wink- (no pregnancies happened! Too early!)
The next morning, they all woke up and got ready for the meeting of Desmond.
As Bulma was getting dressed, she worried about seeing Desmond. 'I don't know if I can face him without crying...' Bulma pushed the thought from her mind. But she couldn't help it. Like the rest of the times she saw him, all the memories came flooding back, up to her wedding with him where she got shot in the back, the time of her deaths in the hospital, the recovery and where she got a gun pointed to her head and him being thrown in prison, with her thinking her escape...
Bulma felt her hand shaking. 'Funny, I can still feel fear from the past...' She shook her head from the memories, but in her side she could feel the stabbing pain of her wound from that devil. It was only hurting because of the scar, not because she needed the hospital again, I assure you.
Bulma finished dressing and exited the room. She went down the stairs and saw trunks and Vegeta waiting at the front door.
Trunks was wearing a casual midnight blue unzipped jacket with a striped navy and white shirt. He also favored dark washed jeans who had a whole in the left knee and had converse high tips with white main and blue trim.
Vegeta wore a plaid red and white gingham shirt, with a few of the top collarbone buttons were unbuttoned. Also he wore medium colored jeans with dark black shoes.
"Hey you two!" Bulma said,"whatcha guys talkin bout?"
"I'm criticizing dad's shirt. It's freakin plaid!" Vegeta rolled his eyes. Bulma looked at her son disdainfully.
"What's wrong with plaid honey?" She asked her son.
"It's a weird style that country people wear!" (Not my opinion, I actually love plaid :D )
"I like plaid, what's wrong with it? I mean it's stylish and casual and comfortable!" Bulma went closer to the two.
"Plaid just never looks good..." Trunks said simply, shoulders shrugging.
Bulma concluded the situation to a close. "Okay guys, lets calm down. And by the way Vegeta, your lookin great in plaid," Bulma winked, "and Trunksy and can't believe how handsome you look! But we're going to have see that hole up aren't we...?" Bulma shook herself out of the thoughts. "Okay, since we're all ready and pretty, lets go, k? K!" She ushered the two out the door immediately and allowed herself to be carried out into the air by fiancè.
They had finally reached the prison, to where they were shown to a room with several guards in it. There was a gray table between the convict and them, where Desmond was confined in manacles with his head hung low. He made no attempts to escape. No harassing the guards. Just sat.
"Why have you called us here?" Vegeta asked, more in a commanding than asking tone though.
"The prisoners here each get one visit. And so Desmond Gorman has called for you and your family to be his visitors," the left guard informed.
Bulma was the first to respond. "What does someone like you possibly want with their own victims?! You have no reason to call us here!" Desmond finally lifted his head.
"So... I hear your engaged?" He said in a casual manner, as if they were sitting in a living room on comfy couches other than uncomfortable chairs In a prison.
"Yes... Why? And how do you know? That was only yesterday..."
"Well, your Bulma briefs! Word spreads round quite fast doesn't if Bulma dearest?" Bulma was disgusted. He had the nerve to say dearest to her after he had shot her in the back after their own wedding. She ignored him and demanded he answer the questions.
"That would be for private matters. And you just learned how. Anymore questions? Or can I presume to the message at hand?" Desmond laced his fingers together, patiently waiting an answer.
"You may presume..." Bulma said nervously, unsure what this "message" was.
"Well, as you can clearly see and understand that I am stuck here in prison, sentenced for life. But a package will come over soon. Don't worry," he turned towards the guards. "That concludes my message. You may take me away. Bye Bulma, honey." The guards lifted him out of the chair while he gave a devilish grin. He winked just as he exited the door. Bulma let go of a breath she hadn't known she was holding.
"What did that mean?" Trunks asked as they walked through the door themselves. Bulma stayed silent. She was trying to figure this out herself. She was in deep thinking so she hadn't even known she bumped into a very muscly prisoner who was being escorted somewhere.
"Sorry.." Bulma said as she tried to walk around, but from behind the convict pulled the collar of her shirt back toward him. He then switched To hold bulma by the throat, choaking her. Bulma's eyes shown with fear as the prisoner charged a punch.
The guards escorting him immediately tried to reach out and stop him, but the stacked criminal shoved them back with his other arm. Vegeta instead took stand and hit the nerve in his elbow swiftly. The man cried out, clutching where he had gotten hit.
Trunks ran towards his mother to hug her and ask for her condition. (And he's HOW OLD?!).
"I'm fine..." Bulma said gasping for breath. She had nearly blacked out from the force of the choke, and was in total fear of prison now. Well, the hot tempered ones.
The burly man made a swipe at vegeta's cheek but the prince quickly dodged it with ease. He counter attacked by kicking him hard in the gut, sending the prisoner flying towards the wall.
"We are so sorry mrs," one of the guards said to Bulma, " he has always had an offense towards women due to his childhood... His mother had sexually harassed him and he ended up killing her... Oh his name is Gunther by the way, but yeah. If any woman happens to touch him, he gets mad and attacks any that do. And you were part of the unlucky bunch. So sorry, please don't sue!" Bulma smiled.
"Don't worry I shall not sue. Your fine. I'm just a little constricted." Bulma heard trunks laughing as if it was a joke, an Ironic joke. Bulma rolled her eyes in annoyance and continued with the guard.
"Just please be more careful in handling mr. Gunther." Bulma said goodbye and let Vegeta and trunks follow her out the door.
Once they had returned, Bulma went inside and settled on the couch. She was curious, mad, sad, happy, tormented, and plain emotional at the moment. Her feelings was a pool of confusion so she had no idea what she was feeling. She wanted to just be left alone. She watched as trunks and Vegeta just went to do whatever intended in their agendas.
Somehow she started feeling a steady stream of warm tears roll down her milky cheeks. She buried her head into a nearby fluffy pillow on the couch and cried into the fuzzy fabric. All the emotions she had felt ever since she was shot came flooding back. She knew she couldn't have handled seeing Desmond again. She had predicted all this emotion would break through.
She heard silent footsteps pass her. She kept on crying. Soon it turned to sobs. If she kept this up, her favorite pillow would be soaked in tears. To prevent this, she put the pillow down and sobbed into her hands, knees tucked against her as she sat on the couch. Then she felt arms wrap around her shaking shoulders and pull her close. Of course, as you know, it was the POAS. The prince of all saiyans. She put her hands around his waist, as Vegeta too was on the couch. She buried her tear-stricken face into vegeta's chest as he stroked her hair lightly.
"Is it Desmond?" He asked in a low voice. Bulma cried harder at the mention of his name. Vegeta took that as a yes and gently hugged her closer.
"Don't worry. He can't hurt you anymore," Vegeta said. Bulma remembered when Desmond had told her that. That whole night of making out with him on the couch came. She cried her whole heart out.
Vegeta didn't panic. He understood this was a horrible feeling for her. The person you love just comes back to torment you while your emotions are already being ripped apart. He whispered comforting words to the heiress as she sobbed and sobbed. He then wondered where trunks had gone. Bulma finally looked at Vegeta.
"I'm sorry... I'm a wreck..." Bulma said. "I thought I could handle seeing him again. I thought..."
"It doesn't matter. I understand you couldn't handle something like that again. Jus calm down and you'll be fine." Bulma nodded slowly. She removed herself from him and dried her eyes with her hands. She stood up and apologized for his now soaked shirt.
"It's not a huge deal..." Vegeta responded, "but it does pose a problem which is quite annoying."
Bulma gave a small laugh. Vegeta got up and went to go change. Bulma was left alone.
'I wonder why he's so different...something's changed...maybe he just feels guilty about everything and thinks its his fault and he feels the need to show he cares! Awwwwwwwwwwwww! How sweet!' Bulma smiled to herself and went off to go freshen up.
