Author: YAY~ I got it up finally *ducks behind curtain from old fruit and cabbage* sorry. no excuse no excuse just been a lazy bastard. but i'm still here folks, i won't leave with an unfinished story ever so no fears. Enjoy this short one. I'm make it up next chapter.

Chapter 37- Somebody Someone

I need somebody, someone. Can't somebody help me? All I need is to be Loved, just for me

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Vegeta stared down at the round blue pill in the center of his palm. It was as large as a the human twenty-five cent currency. How they expected him to swallow this, he didn't think they cared. This was their cure. Cure, Vegeta growled. The last time he took their 'cure' he lost all sense of normalcy and wanted to cut his skin just to know he could still feel.

At times he thought perhaps having nightmares were better. At least then he knew he was alive. Then the nightmares would prove too much and he would yearn for that feeling. It was so confusing sometimes. He just didn't want to be dealing with this. He could only imagine what his race was thinking. A Sayian taking pills. It was unheard of. They didn't even have doctors. You fixed your ripped skin or broken bones by yourself. Things such as headaches and arthritis just didn't exist.

Vegeta looked behind him. Bulma was in a deep sleep. Her breathing the only sound he could make out besides the slow hum of the heating unit. How long had it been since he slept beside her or made love to her? Almost a week or more. He couldn't remember. Last week was a jumble of crazy thoughts and painful memories. The only thing that was still clear was when he had struck Bulma but even that was fading every day her bruise did. He gazed at it. The black and purple were barely visible. The cream she put on nightly was working wonders. How he hadn't broken any bones still surprised him.

Vegeta set his glare back upon the pill. He wanted nothing more than to be a husband and a mate she deserved. Perhaps it would never happen but this might just help accomplish that. Vegeta swallowed the pill harshly.

He laid back steadily. He gaze was on her face. The chemo hadn't even started yet but he could already see the stress it put on her. She hadn't taken a full day at work. Her strength was waning from the bed rest she had been under for the past few days. And to only add to her stress, Epeon was causing unnecessary problems. The court she had gone to today had been in her favor needless to say. Bulma would have pressed charges back against her but apparently Epeon had a child. So Bulma decided to let it go even though Epeon seemed only fueled more so by her loss.

Bulma groaned awake, stretching slightly and barely fixing her position. He thought about allowing her to continue her rest but there were barely any times when he would get the chance to spend with her and so he snorted, making his presence known.

She didn't seem to care nor wake really as she reached out and rested an arm around him, her eyes still shut peacefully. "My big sexy Sayian." She murmured.

He smirked, wrapping an arm around her as well and pulling her in close. She snuggled into his chest, though growling when she had to move to fluff the pillow then dropped back down to sleep. He chuckled finding this half-asleep woman humorous.

Bulma's breath was against his neck and like always she was able to make his blood boil but he knew better than to initiate anything. She would turn him down considering she was trying to sleep. And nothing felt worse than being turned down. Similar to a kick in the groin.

Falling to sleep in her arms was a rarity to say the least but damn did it feel good. To throw away all the bad things that's happened between them, to rid himself of memories, and to feel and smell her was a gift he knew he didn't deserve. So when the chance did come and he allowed his pride to lower slightly, he basked in the attention. He could feel the presence of slumber close at hand

And that's when he felt Trunks. Vegeta stiffened drastically, Bulma shot awake and stared at him through the darkness. "What is it?"

"Trunks."

"Is he dreaming?"

"No."

That response sent fear down both their spines and rushing they pulled their robes on as they fought their way out the door and down the hallway bursting Trunks door down. Bulma's eyes bulged.

Trunks held a long pipe in his hand, a lighter in the other. His room thick in smoke and smell only too familiar for Bulma. "What the hell are you doing?"

Smoking weed for Bulma wasn't as big of a deal. She understood that children's lives are different and considering all the other drugs that are in this world, Weed is the most harmless out of all of them.

But for a Sayian, weed is the most deadliest creation their race had ever known. If Frieza had found out about this, he could have eradicated the Sayian race without even having to lift a finger. For not only was it addicting to the Sayian blood but it can destroy their organs in less than a month.

So her anger and fear were well-founded.

Bulma rushed it smacking the instrument from his hands, caring less that it shattered. Trunks scrambled to his feet using the bed as a crutch to keep himself from wobbling both physically and mentally. "What the fuck is this!" Bulma hollered yet her rage was too chaotic to keep much of it at bay and she felt herself smack Trunk's cheek before she even realized what she'd done . Though it wasn't an action she had wanted to do, she didn't regret it. She glared hard at his wide blue eyes, scared and tearful staring at her speechlessly. "How dare you bring this into our home." Bulma bit with clenched teeth.

"What is it?" Vegeta questioned from the doorway trying to hide his utter confusion.

Bulma caught Trunks' gaze. His familiar blue eyes fastened on her silently begging her not to tell. She knew as well as he did what Vegeta would do if she told him. And as tempting as it was, Bulma couldn't do it. "It's a stimulator. It relaxes." Trunks eyes dropped guiltily. Bulma switched her gaze to Vegeta explaining the lie better so he wouldn't see through it. "Similar to your Sayian Ironise."

Ironise was a plant on Vegeta's home world, similar to what pot does for a normal hundred percent human. She could see his unsure features switching from her to Trunks and then back again. But it was only eventually he shrugged and turned out of the room.

Bulma waited and looked out the door finding him no where near. She turned back to Trunks, his head in his hands. "You know what it does don't you? You know this can kill you?" He couldn't look at her but he nodded. "And you know that Vegeta and Bra can easily get addicted to this just from smelling it?" Her outrage wasn't hidden at all despite how low her voice was. She was shaking terribly from her fury. Again he barely nodded. "Then give me an explanation."

He dropped on the bed, staring at the ground and shaking his head, "You won't understand."

"I'm pretty damn smart, I think I can figure it out if you just explain." She bit.

"I was just doing it to fit in."

Her brows knit, "You were attempting suicide, to fit in. I don't know that was the fashion statement nowadays."

"No." He whispered with a bit of annoyance in his tone. His blues finally lifted to meet her, "I was smoking weed just like everyone else in my damned school."

"You." Bulma's patience were waning. "You are not human." She growled.

"And that's exactly what you don't understand."

"Where is this attitude coming from? What, you get a girlfriend and suddenly you're not happy about who you are? Ever think she's not right for you?"

Trunks stood to fight her response. His anger was quickly swelling in defense to Nesa. But when he felt his ki heighten he knew he had to calm down or he might just end up hurting his mother. "This has nothing to do with her."

"Bullshit. I understand you love her, Trunks but perhaps she's not what you need right now. You've been acting like this since you guys fought. It might be best if you two took a break."

"Mom." Bulma stalled in her ranting, having found herself pacing. She turned her blue eyes back to him finding tears bright in his gaze. "Nesa's pregnant."

Her world stopped spinning and she could no longer feel her own body. His statement rang loud in her ears and seemed to knock out any thoughts or emotions.

"Oh." Numbly, blindly, she searched out for a place to sit, taking her time as she lowered herself on the bed. Her eyes flickered this way and that trying to focus though the word 'pregnant' was every where. On the dresser, on the floor, the ceiling, her hands, plastered in big bold letters. There was no where to run, no where to hide.

She was going to be a grandma.

"Oh god." She cupped her mouth, another hand holding her stomach, nausea raising so swiftly she bent over. Nothing came out thankfully but she seemed to like this position so she sat there just like that, with her head between her knees.

Bulma stared at the ground. It was funny to think of but she remembered this exact position when she realized she was pregnant with Trunks. She was thankful for the humor of the situation or else facing Trunks with an even face was going to be as unsuccessful as getting Bra to obey.

Despite desiring to freak out, to curse, to throw things, damage, set fire, and destroy random objects, Bulma withheld it. She put Trunks' need of advice and Trunks' fear before her eyes and was finally able to lift her head up. Trunks had sat on the other side of the bed and held his head in his hands, silent.

With a deep and steady breath Bulma went to his side and laid a hand upon his back. "So is that why you decided to do drugs, Trunks?"

"I wasn't trying to kill myself if that's what you mean. I just wanted to know what it felt like to be normal."

"Normal? Why has that been such an issue. You're normal."

"No, No I'm not!" Trunks got to his feet suddenly, startling her. "I can't have a kid. It won't be human! And what the hell do I know about being a fucking father? My own father can't stand me as his own!"

Bulma's mouth dropped bewildered and despite her educated background she pushed out, "What?"

"I can't have a kid, I can't! I don't want anyone to feel the way I've felt my entire life. I have no idea what a real father's like and I swore I wouldn't be a disappointment like mine."

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Vegeta had wanted to ignore the situation. Whatever Trunks had in his possession smelt awfully wonderful and pulled at his senses to a point where he almost stumbled into the room. He knew well enough from Bulma's reaction that whatever it was, was nothing good. And then her lie on top of it told him he needed to leave before he stole the drug for himself.

He had planned to go back to bed and thinking back on it now that was probably the best. When Bulma's ki had softened while Trunks' had only strengthened, he found himself unable to stay out of it. Vegeta stayed in the hallway to listen. The word 'pregnant' only proved to be his downfall. He back found the wall and he leaned against it gapping shocked out ahead of him. Personally he wasn't sure what he thought of it. Trunks' attitude swayed his judgment to a negative response so his first initial thought was to kill the woman since it upset his son so much but years on this planet told him it was unacceptable.

It was odd wasn't it? That humans seem so close to their children with the lovey dovey bullshit, with the hugging and the kissing, and the loving. And yet when their child is upset it is against the law for the parent to do anything about it. Sayians would destroy any negativity their child faced. Or allow their kid to kill it themselves.

Learning Trunks had felt like an outcast was, for him at least, the biggest snag he learned yet. Trunks had seemed like he fit in everywhere. Everyone loved him, respected him, and cherished the ground he walked on. There was a website dedicated-- Dedicated!-- to Trunks' 'greatness'. Was this 'outcast' he felt the reason he was so close with Goten? Was this why he had no other friends that he ever brought home? And could this be why he grew up so self-contained?

If all of these answers were 'yes' then it was completely and utterly Vegeta's fault. Not only were there the obvious reasons for not being the kind of father Trunks deserved but he also proved not to be a very good role model either. He stay secluded himself and made no attempt to co-exist with the human race.

Oh how many more things had he done wrong and not even known about it?

And apparently Bulma had been just as blind as he had been yet somehow that did nothing to make him feel better.

"I swore I wouldn't be a disappointment like mine."

Vegeta felt all of his muscles tense. Trunks admission was worse then any kick or punch he ever encountered. It was a pain he rarely felt in his forty long years of life.

His defenses rose immediately. His natural instinct for self-preservation kicked in and rage build with every increase of his ki. Vegeta stalked into the room, grabbing the attention of their blue eyes both wide.

"A disappointment, am I?"

"Dad-" Trunks went to him, "I didn't mean it like that."

"Bullshit," Vegeta went to leave-

"Can't you see, that I need you, Dad?" Tears pooled over and rolled down his cheeks but Vegeta's back was turned. A view Trunks had seen his whole life. "Can't you be there for me? Can't you lower your pride enough to treat me for once as a son?" It was a plea under normal circumstances Trunks would never have the courage to say but he was beaten to the soul by the prospect of a baby, he didn't think he would ever recover. His own pride was shattered by his fear and he had never felt so lost in his life before. So he was reaching out to the two people he loved more than anything else in the world.

Vegeta had some level knew what those questioned had cost his son. He could hear the cries in the boy's voice even though he couldn't face him. Vegeta had been ripped in two different directions. The old Vegeta was stabbed by the 'disappointment' jab the boy had taken and now the present Vegeta was bleeding from the 'father' punch to the groin. He wanted to respond. Knew his son needed a response but to create one while so contradictory was not possible.

Bulma spoke up. "It's not about pride, Trunks. Don't you get it yet? Vegeta doesn't know how."

"Why hasn't he learned then?" Trunks whispered with a slight anger in his voice, his eyes continuously on his father, waiting, hoping for some answer that would help him with his own strife.

"You don't know anything." Bulma shook her head, "After all these years."

"You're right. I don't know anything because he won't tell me anything. You may know all the answers, mom, but what about me. Aren't I important enough to understand too?"

Vegeta's head turned to the side and their silence returned. "Fine. Tomorrow morning you will come with me. You will learn what happened in my past. You will listen, you will be silent. And if still you do not understand, I will leave so Bra does not experience the same 'disappointment'."

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Trunks dropped his head when Vegeta left the room and then left the compound. He hadn't know why that had taken the turn it did. This wasn't even about Vegeta. Trunks felt his mom's gaze on him, as harsh as they've ever been. "I thought you were a better than this, Trunks. To ask him to explain this--"

"This isn't about him! Damn it, mom, it's about me!"

"You've never needed any of this before--"

"I was never about to be a father."

Bulma shook her head, a sickness rising she didn't want to deal with, "What if you don't even have it, aren't you getting ahead of yourself?"

His brows knit, "What are you talking about?"

She shrugged, her eyes innocent, unsure where this was going. "I'm just saying, I think you could be overreacting."

"You saying she's lying?"

Bulma nodded in agreement though that hadn't been a thought in her head, "It's happened before."

"And it ripped her apart. She wouldn't lie about something this big. And besides, I felt it."

"Well, what if she wants an abortion?"

"She doesn't. We've already talked about it. Neither of us want that."

"Giving it up for adoption?"

"Giving up my Sayian blood? That's stupid--- Mom, we're having the baby."

Bulma couldn't believe the switch he made. Not ten minutes prior he was crying and wailing about Nesa being pregnant and now he was so confident in his role in the situation. And she hadn't even gotten to help with it, "And that's it? I don't get any decision in this?"

"It's not yours to make."

"Oh no, that's where you are wrong. You are seventeen years old, and you are MY son. This is MY choice as well. What the hell, you were just crying about having a baby and now it's suddenly okay?"

"No, it's not okay. I don't know what to do and I want to fight it and I need help from you and from dad. But there's nothing any of us can do about it. It's happening Mom. I just need somebody, someone to help me with this. Can you do that, mom? Please?"

Bulma found herself, for the third time in the last two months, completely and utterly helpless. Maybe she was getting too old for this shit.