Disclaimer: Characters are property of Akira Toriyama. I do not own anything.
Note: So, I'm not very happy. Like any writer I absolutely don't mind criticism since it can be very useful. However, I do like criticism to be constructive. In other words: If you can only complain about Vegeta still not making an appearance, that it's ''gross'' that Zarbon is bedding the woman who practically his daughter (which is not true by the way) etc. I kindly suggest you to…well…stop reading this story! It takes time and effort for me to write this story and I really really hate it, when people can only say ''ewww''. Besides the fact that those comments are not in any way constructive and by that useful, it's kind of an insult…So, if you want to give critique on this story, go ahead, but make sure that it's useful for me as a writer. If you only want to complain about how ''gross'' the relationships in this story are, I again, suggest you to read another story that does contain the things that you like. Nobody is forcing you to read this…
But, again, I'll explain some tiny little details: Zarbon is in no way Bulma's father figure in this story, he found her when she was still an infant and he was about twenty years old at the time. He had to give her to Frieza almost right away and since Frieza was afraid that Zarbon would actually take on the role of a father, he decided to send him on a lot of missions. However, when Zarbon was actually around, he became a very close friend to her. Zarbon has been bothered by the fact that Frieza wanted him to marry that friend because of the huge age gap and afraid that Bulma only sees him as a brother or an uncle. Frieza decided that Zarbon was the best choice because of the fact that he is his right hand man and he doesn't trust anyone else with his ''daughter''.
So…yeah, I've decided to write another chapter, but if I'll only be getting the negative not so helpful comments, I'll probably quit writing this story because it doesn't encourage me at all…to write any more. For that reason this chapter also is a lot shorter than my other chapters are…so yeah…
I do however want to thank the people who did gave me nice or constructive comments.
Enjoy chapter 8 of Daddy's Girl.
Chapter 8
Flashback:
'Baby Blue…I promise you that I won't do anything that you're not comfortable with, we have all the time in the universe. So…are you coming…home…with me?
Bulma feels how a small blush reaches her cheeks and smiles shyly. His comforting words do her good…she's still nervous, but the look in his eyes makes her feel a lot more secure. So she squeezes his hand back and nods.
'Yes…yes I am…'
Ten years…
A soft smile on her lips as she lazily reaches up her hand, admiring the elegant but simple white gold wedding band on her slim right ring finger.
Has it really already been ten years?
She sighs, letting her arm fall down on the comfortable matrass with a soft thud, rolling on her belly while stuffing a pillow under her chin.
How can ten years go by so quickly?
She smiles again and closes her eyes, enjoying the small moment of peace and quiet, a moment of pure tranquility.
Ah…that's it…that's the reason…
She opens her eyes again, crystal clear blue eyes staring into nothing in particular. She looks happy, calm, like a woman who has all that she needs to lead a satisfied life.
It's moments like these….
Yes, those moments in which she suddenly realizes how lucky she actually is. Those moments of her lying on her comfortable bed, surrounded by soft pillows, the faint smell of the ocean drifting somewhere in the air, the pictures of her husband smiling down on her standing at her bedside table, the soft giggles of her maids who are folding up clean laundry just outside of her bedroom, the almost hypnotizing crackling of a warm fire in her fireplace.
Tranquility.
She slowly rolls on her back again, breathing in deeply, that same soft and satisfied smile still on her lips as she stares at the ceiling.
Life is beautiful…
Her smile suddenly turns into a humble laughter as she once again, closes those beautiful blue eyes of hers. Her hand, the same hand that carries the delicate wedding band, caresses her still flat abdomen almost tenderly.
Life is…complete…
She then turns her head to the side, opening her eyes, her smile now filled with happiness, joy and nothing more but pure love as she looks at one of the pictures of her husband. Strong and proud, handsome and honorable. Not one day has she regretted marrying him. Maybe it was a strange thing at first, but during the years her love for him has grown and now she loves him so much, that she's come to a point that she doesn't know what she would do without him. He's shown her all the beauty that life has to offer, he took her to see places that she only deemed to be possible in her most wildest dreams, he has always been her admirer, never once has said one bad word to her. He managed to touch her soul, he managed…to open her heart…
She slowly sits up straight, her right hand still caressing her abdomen while taking his picture in the hand that's still free. She carefully touches the outlines of his handsome face with her thumb and then slowly places a kiss on the picture before placing it back on the small wooden table standing next to the bed. She then looks down at her belly and smiles that beautiful smile, that happy smile.
'Daddy is gone now…your granddad send him on a mission. But he'll back little one, he'll be back before you know it and when he is…I will tell him…I will tell him and everyone about you my precious little one. Your daddy will be so happy when he hears about you, it has always been his dream and he will be so excited when he hears that he's going to be a father. But until then, this will be our little secret okay? This our wonderful surprise to him…He will be so happy…'
She nods and then leans back into her pillows again, closing her eyes, allowing herself to slowly drift away, to let precious sleep take over.
This is all…I ever…really….wanted…
His eyes staring out of the window in a blank expression, his arms hanging down his sides like dead weights. He very slowly shakes his head, desperately trying to process the news he just heard in his head. He doesn't turn around, he just keeps watching the beauty of the universe in front of him, but it can't seem to calm him like it normally does, its beauty suddenly looks like no more but pure and evil darkness…hell…
He balls his fists, veins showing, as he forces himself to keep staring into the dark and empty nothingness. His blood red eyes narrowed, his tail almost maniacal sweeping behind him, crashing down on the ground every now and then. He then, like a flash of lightening, turns his head to the side, watching the man behind him without really seeing him. His whisper sharp and heavy:
'He was supposed to protect her…'
