disclaimer: shockingly enough, I do not own DBZ. and actually, i
don't own this chapter either.
a/n: i originally thought that this was a one-shot thing, but now it's gonna be a full-blown story! whoo!!! and John Perry (go read his stories!) was gracious enough to write this chapter, cause god knows i can never seem to follow through on my fics. so all the credit for chapter 2 (and hopefully there will be more chapters to come from him, cause he rules and i could never write so much so well) go to him. i just beta-read it.
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Truth of Origin: Chapter Two
It was over. Vegeta's life signs were flat lined and he was no longer breathing. No matter how hard she tried to tell herself she was doing the right thing Bulma could not stop her tears from flowing. As she looked up through the cylinder prison which had become Vegeta's Death chamber, she could not help but notice how calm and innocent he appeared and it totally destroyed her. Without a second thought Bulma bolted from her lab, sobs wrecking her body as she ran. So wrapped up in her own emotional turmoil she never even noticed the sleepy eyed lavender haired child entering the lab through its secondary entrance.
The boy snuck slowly through his mothers workplace where she kept her experiments, he had awoke to his father's yelling from some where down here and almost dismissed it as normal but something in his fathers tone and a feeling in his gut told him something was very wrong. Trunks could see a glass cylinder up ahead and was instinctively drawn towards it. He could see the green mist floating within and a shadowed figure he could not quite make out inside slumped at the bottom of the chamber.
"Papa?" spoke Trunks testing the already tense lab hoping for an answer though almost expecting none. When there was no reply from within the courageous nine year old made his way up to the large tank and peered within. A gargled choking gasp escaped his throat as he stumbled back in shocked horror at the sight of his father's motionless body within.
"PAPA!" Were the only words that found their way from Trunks' traumatized state of mind. Frantic, the young prince scrambled up to the glass and began to pound upon the clear cylinder in an effort to get his father to look up at him but Vegeta wouldn't move. His body lay there motionless and without a doubt lifeless- Trunks could feel no Ki signature emanating from the strong proud warrior- and without warning the strong Saiyan persona that he always put up for his father cracked and he became a young boy once again. Tears welled up and poured down the young prince's face as he continued to pound effortlessly at the lifeless form of his father.
"Papa Wake Up! Wake up Papa please!" Trunks' voice was terribly shaky and choked but still he pounded and still he cried, "You can't die we need you papa! Damn it papa open your eyes! LOOK AT ME!!!" Trunks voice was now at a full yell he was loosing control over his power and he was fluctuating between normal Saiyan and Super Saiyan.
The tears were now burning his face and he could no longer see straight in one last attempt to awaken his father Trunks poured everything he had out of himself and exploded with his full power. The cry of anguish that erupted from his young frame could be heard throughout the complex and probably well into Satan City.
Bulma certainly heard it through her tears and self anguish she heard it loud and clear. Her worst fear had just come to a reality. Trunks had found Vegeta before she could dispose of him. He should have been asleep, she had put enough sleeping drug in his dinner meal to put down two Saiyans. Frantically Bulma rushed back into her lab only to see her son pounding on the glass cylinder hysterically yelling at the lifeless form within. "I WILL NOT LOOSE YOU LIKE MIARI TRUNKS LOST HIS PAPA!"
Bulma was crushed at the sight before her, what had she done? What in gods name had she done? With trunks the way he was there was no way she could go anywhere near him, his power was way out of control and if she didn't do something soon he was going to hurt himself or destroy the complex and half the city with him when he released his pent up energy.
It was then that Bulma was forced to watch in horror as her nine year old son began to punch the cylinder with his bare fists, no longer was he trying to gather his father's attention, now Trunks wanted his father out of there where he could hold him. Now Trunks was hell bent on destroying something he had no chance of defeating, but he wouldn't give up. Through all his rage, all his fury and all his determination Trunks is unable to break his father's prison. When he is done his tiny fists are bruised broken and bloody. Yet Vegeta still remains trapped within the unbreakable Cylinder, motionless and lifeless.
Bulma's lab is destroyed and yet she takes no notice to any of it, her main concern is that of her only son. Trunks is still standing there slumped against the glass exhausted beyond the point of movement and void of any emotion. He just leans against the glass and presses his forehead to his father's. It isn't until Bulma approaches her son that she hears him whispering a phrase over and over again. The second she hears it spoken clearly she wishes she had not.
"You promised you would never leave us.you promised you would never leave us.you promised you would never leave us." Over and over again Trunks repeated this and it seemed to echo within Bulma's mind louder and louder every time her son said it. Finally it became too much for her and she rushed over to Trunks and smothered him with her love which he accepted with open arms, for how was he to know that the killer of his father was in fact his own mother?
When he could cry no more young Trunks passed out in his mother's arms and then all was silent. When Bulma was certain her son was fully asleep she stood up and took him to his room where she laid him under his covers and tucked him in tightly for the second time that night. When she was finished Bulma found herself in her lab once again. Silently she walked over to her control center and began to complete Vegeta's Termination procedures. When all was said and done her greatest invention ever was forever dead until she deemed otherwise. And over and over again she found herself saying that it was for the best and that it would be better off this way. Yet why was her heart telling her otherwise?
With the Termination complete Bulma powered down her lab and retreated to her lonely bedroom, to her lonely double king sized bed and the double king size hole in her heart. There would be no sleep for Bulma this night. Not tonight or any night there soon after. For whom in they're right mind can even think of sleep when they have just bathed in the blood of an Innocent? Especially when that innocent was someone you loved.
a/n II (yep, still here!): stay tuned because there's more to come! The ending's planned out and everything *grins evilly*
a/n: i originally thought that this was a one-shot thing, but now it's gonna be a full-blown story! whoo!!! and John Perry (go read his stories!) was gracious enough to write this chapter, cause god knows i can never seem to follow through on my fics. so all the credit for chapter 2 (and hopefully there will be more chapters to come from him, cause he rules and i could never write so much so well) go to him. i just beta-read it.
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Truth of Origin: Chapter Two
It was over. Vegeta's life signs were flat lined and he was no longer breathing. No matter how hard she tried to tell herself she was doing the right thing Bulma could not stop her tears from flowing. As she looked up through the cylinder prison which had become Vegeta's Death chamber, she could not help but notice how calm and innocent he appeared and it totally destroyed her. Without a second thought Bulma bolted from her lab, sobs wrecking her body as she ran. So wrapped up in her own emotional turmoil she never even noticed the sleepy eyed lavender haired child entering the lab through its secondary entrance.
The boy snuck slowly through his mothers workplace where she kept her experiments, he had awoke to his father's yelling from some where down here and almost dismissed it as normal but something in his fathers tone and a feeling in his gut told him something was very wrong. Trunks could see a glass cylinder up ahead and was instinctively drawn towards it. He could see the green mist floating within and a shadowed figure he could not quite make out inside slumped at the bottom of the chamber.
"Papa?" spoke Trunks testing the already tense lab hoping for an answer though almost expecting none. When there was no reply from within the courageous nine year old made his way up to the large tank and peered within. A gargled choking gasp escaped his throat as he stumbled back in shocked horror at the sight of his father's motionless body within.
"PAPA!" Were the only words that found their way from Trunks' traumatized state of mind. Frantic, the young prince scrambled up to the glass and began to pound upon the clear cylinder in an effort to get his father to look up at him but Vegeta wouldn't move. His body lay there motionless and without a doubt lifeless- Trunks could feel no Ki signature emanating from the strong proud warrior- and without warning the strong Saiyan persona that he always put up for his father cracked and he became a young boy once again. Tears welled up and poured down the young prince's face as he continued to pound effortlessly at the lifeless form of his father.
"Papa Wake Up! Wake up Papa please!" Trunks' voice was terribly shaky and choked but still he pounded and still he cried, "You can't die we need you papa! Damn it papa open your eyes! LOOK AT ME!!!" Trunks voice was now at a full yell he was loosing control over his power and he was fluctuating between normal Saiyan and Super Saiyan.
The tears were now burning his face and he could no longer see straight in one last attempt to awaken his father Trunks poured everything he had out of himself and exploded with his full power. The cry of anguish that erupted from his young frame could be heard throughout the complex and probably well into Satan City.
Bulma certainly heard it through her tears and self anguish she heard it loud and clear. Her worst fear had just come to a reality. Trunks had found Vegeta before she could dispose of him. He should have been asleep, she had put enough sleeping drug in his dinner meal to put down two Saiyans. Frantically Bulma rushed back into her lab only to see her son pounding on the glass cylinder hysterically yelling at the lifeless form within. "I WILL NOT LOOSE YOU LIKE MIARI TRUNKS LOST HIS PAPA!"
Bulma was crushed at the sight before her, what had she done? What in gods name had she done? With trunks the way he was there was no way she could go anywhere near him, his power was way out of control and if she didn't do something soon he was going to hurt himself or destroy the complex and half the city with him when he released his pent up energy.
It was then that Bulma was forced to watch in horror as her nine year old son began to punch the cylinder with his bare fists, no longer was he trying to gather his father's attention, now Trunks wanted his father out of there where he could hold him. Now Trunks was hell bent on destroying something he had no chance of defeating, but he wouldn't give up. Through all his rage, all his fury and all his determination Trunks is unable to break his father's prison. When he is done his tiny fists are bruised broken and bloody. Yet Vegeta still remains trapped within the unbreakable Cylinder, motionless and lifeless.
Bulma's lab is destroyed and yet she takes no notice to any of it, her main concern is that of her only son. Trunks is still standing there slumped against the glass exhausted beyond the point of movement and void of any emotion. He just leans against the glass and presses his forehead to his father's. It isn't until Bulma approaches her son that she hears him whispering a phrase over and over again. The second she hears it spoken clearly she wishes she had not.
"You promised you would never leave us.you promised you would never leave us.you promised you would never leave us." Over and over again Trunks repeated this and it seemed to echo within Bulma's mind louder and louder every time her son said it. Finally it became too much for her and she rushed over to Trunks and smothered him with her love which he accepted with open arms, for how was he to know that the killer of his father was in fact his own mother?
When he could cry no more young Trunks passed out in his mother's arms and then all was silent. When Bulma was certain her son was fully asleep she stood up and took him to his room where she laid him under his covers and tucked him in tightly for the second time that night. When she was finished Bulma found herself in her lab once again. Silently she walked over to her control center and began to complete Vegeta's Termination procedures. When all was said and done her greatest invention ever was forever dead until she deemed otherwise. And over and over again she found herself saying that it was for the best and that it would be better off this way. Yet why was her heart telling her otherwise?
With the Termination complete Bulma powered down her lab and retreated to her lonely bedroom, to her lonely double king sized bed and the double king size hole in her heart. There would be no sleep for Bulma this night. Not tonight or any night there soon after. For whom in they're right mind can even think of sleep when they have just bathed in the blood of an Innocent? Especially when that innocent was someone you loved.
a/n II (yep, still here!): stay tuned because there's more to come! The ending's planned out and everything *grins evilly*