Trunks easily found the place his father had described. He stared at himself in the chamber. His mother's invention was quite extraordinary. He noticed that in order to open it he would have to have a password. He began to type in different ideas.
Bulma
Access Denied
Vegeta
Access Denied
Trunks
Access Denied
Trunks thought again. He had only heard one other thing the whole time he had been around his mother. Smirking he tried it.
Woman
Access Granted
The baby slipped out and landed into his arms. It began to cry. He was afraid he might get the attention of Cell so he quickly headed back to where his father and Cell were.
Vegeta's charge at Cell swerved off to the side. This startled the monster. When he got his senses back he saw Vegeta was behind him with Bulma in his arms. The blood that was on her was now on Vegeta's blue fighting suit. Vegeta wasn't smirking for once he looked with general loathing down at Cell.
"Some things are more important than fighting," he said quickly.
"So the great prince of Saiyans has a soft spot isn't that interesting," said Cell. Trunks returned to the room and was shocked to see his father with his mother.
"Father we have to get mother to a hospital," he said quietly.
"Oh come on Vegeta, you aren't going to just walk away from a challenge because of some female," he snarled.
"Some things are more important," he whispered more too himself then to his opponent. "But make no mistake if you EVER, EVER, come after my family again I'll send your battered scrape straight to hell." He turned and flew out the window. Trunks followed close behind.
Trunks said nothing out of fear of his father's rage but the only thing keeping him going nuts over his mother's condition was the quiet conversation his father was having with his fallen mother.
"I told you many times to stay out this," he mumbled, "I am the prince of all Saiyans you did not need to fix that android 16. I could have handled Cell myself."
Bulma stirred in Vegeta's arms. She opened her eyes just enough to make Vegeta's face. She was too weak to smile and she knew she was near death but still she tried to talk to him.
"V..e.g.t.a," she whispered. Vegeta looked down at her.
"What the hell do you want woman? I did not save your pathetic life to listen to your annoying voice," he said more gently then he wanted to. Trunks looked over his shoulder into his mother's almost lifeless eyes. He would have yelled at his father but at this point it seemed pointless.
"Thank you for saving me," she told him.
"I didn't save you. I saved my honor. I want you to know that," he snapped. Bulma laughed weakly.
"I may be dying and your making sure I know you don't care," she whispered.
"Don't be stupid woman, your not dying," he said firmly. But Bulma had already closed her eyes again.
"Is she dead?" asked Trunks in panic over the wailing of the baby in his arms. Vegeta scowled again.
"I told you. If she were dead I would feel it. You are stupid and you are just half a human," he barked. The hospital came in the distance and despite what he said Trunks thought he heard his father say, "Don't make me eat my words woman."
The nurses and doctors jumped on Bulma's lifeless form as soon as they entered the hospital. Her pulse was weak but there and they rushed her quickly into the operating room. Vegeta, Trunks, and little Trunks remained in the lobby staring in the direction she had gone. The baby was still crying. Vegeta glanced at the clock. The namek would be coming out of the time chamber any minute. He needed to train but the damn bond of his wouldn't let him leave the annoying woman. He knew that the boy knew about the vacancy too so he had to think of some excuse.
"If you want to return to training father. I'll stay here," said Trunks frankly.
"Look boy," spat Vegeta, "If you had any brain in your head you would know that the last day before the tournament is ideal for training in the chamber. I will remain outside till then, as I am a warrior of superior breeding and intelligence. If you'll excuse me I'll be outside training to safe this dammed pile of dust." Trunks looked down at his screaming self.
"But father can't you do something about him. He won't stop crying," he said thrusting the baby into Vegeta's arms. With a sigh the warrior rocked the little child with surprising gentleness. He started to calm and Vegeta's face flashed with satisfaction.
"There now boy. He's better now may I train," he said giving the child back.
"I think that he doesn't mind you despite your ugly face," quipped Trunks, "And I think you like that he likes you." Vegeta turned in mid-step and faced him.
"Did anyone ever tell you that you are very much like your mother?" he asked him. Trunks smiled.
"No, my mother always told me I was just like you," he said plainly.
"I bet especially when you were being stubborn," he replied smiling genuinely for just a second. Trunks smiled too.
"Yes, and when I was being too brave for my own good," he said. Vegeta turned his eyes and looked down the hall where the doctors had wheeled his mate. His eyes flashed with naked worry. He then turned and walked out the door leaving both Trunks to stare after him.
Vegeta was outside training. He kept sneaking glances at the hospital. He knew he wanted to be in there but his pride wouldn't allow it. He remembered one of the other times he had been distracted from his training.
(Flashback)
"Vegeta, its time to come out for dinner," said Bulma from outside the gravity machine.
"Why should I? I do not need stupid human food," he barked back.
"Remember that you're still recovering from some injures and you promised you would eat three meals today if I fixed the gravity machine so you could train," she informed him. Sighing Vegeta turned it off and went to the door. He opened it and she smiled at him.
"That's better. You look pale come on out," she said simply.
"I hate you woman," he said.
"I know and you hate pizza that's why I made it," she said. He stood confused.
"Dumb female I love pizza," he said.
"Yes and you like me. It would show in your voice if you would call me by my name," she said calmly.
"What is that again?" he asked sounding clueless.
"Its Bulma and it doesn't surprise me that an moron like you would forget," she said happily. He glared at her.
"I should fry you woman," he said trying to sound threatening.
"Oh you wouldn't do that," she told him. Vegeta stopped and crossed his arms.
"Oh and why not woman?" he asked her. She smiled and walked up to him. Before he knew it she gave him a sweet and warm kiss on the lips. She pulled away.
"Because you hate me oh prince of Saiyans," she said.
(Flashback ends)
Vegeta was hit with his own Ki blast. He fell backwards knocking a small object out of his belt. He limped over to recover it. It was a blue ocarina. His father had craved it for him when he was a boy. It was the only kind thing he ever could remember about him. There was one song in particular he played a lot. At first he had played it as a punishment to himself. But then later on he played it for her. He looked up at the hospital where he could just barely feel her weak Ki. Shaking off his pride for a second he took off towards it.
Trunks went into his mother's room. She had just came out of the operating room. The nurse had been kind enough to take "his nephew" while he visited "his sister." He looked at Bulma with all the different machines hooked up too her. His mother had always been the happiest around machines. And from what he could tell the same was the true for her past counterpart. So Trunks had always like machines. But these just made him feel sick. The idea that no matter how hard he fought it would be too late to give his mother a better life that made him sick. He collapsed in the chair next to her and drifted into thought. Cell would play for this insult. Insult? His mother was right he was a great deal like his father. He remembered all the times his mother had taken care for him and the concern this woman had shown for him since he arrived in the past. It was unmistakable but his mother's kind heart knew no bounds. So what, he wondered, was she doing with his father. He knelt down to speak to her.
"Please Miss Bulma," he said awkwardly, "I'm just beginning to understand my father. There are many questions I wish to ask you that my future mother would not answer. I'm begging you to open you eyes for the sake of that little baby that obviously loves you so much." Trunks shot up when a strange but familiar music filled the room. He recognized it as the tune his mother would always sing to him to get him to sleep. He loved it so much and she would never tell him where it came from. It was coming from outside so he walked to the window.
And there stood tall and proud his father playing an ocarina. His eyes were closed and he was so absorbed in the music that he didn't even notice him.
"Father," Trunks called. There was no answer. He looked over to his mother lying in the bed. It occurred to him that this song was there song and that his father was playing for her and not any other person on this earth. He walked back over to her bedside and gently took her hand. Before Trunks knew it he was watching what he assumed was one of his mother's memories.
(Flashback)
Bulma walked into the living room where Vegeta sat curled in front of the fire. He looked relaxed in body but she could tell by his eyes that he was deep in thought. She plopped down next to him. Trunks who was watching this noted the dark bruise that was forming on her cheek.
"Are all the morons from your Christmas party gone?" his father asked.
"Yes, you should have stayed the whole time. Why did you skip out on us?" she asked. His father scowled.
"I was not wanted there," he said roughly.
"I wanted you there," she admitted. He turned to face her seeing the bruise on her cheek for the first time.
"Who?" he asked running a thumb over her cheek. Trunks was perplexed by the way the spoke to each other. Never any more words then were needed.
"Yamacha," his mother replied. Trunks made a fist, he would get his later. Vegeta snorted.
"Would you like him killed? I have yet to repay your hospitality," he said plainly. Bulma laughed.
"No, this is the first time. It was a stupid fight he lost it I lost it. He just happens to be the stronger one. But it was sweet of you to offer. It's over now," she told him. Vegeta laughed this time.
"You've said that before," he said bitterly.
"And perhaps I'll say it again," she said sadly. As she leaned back on the coach the sadness in her eyes spread through the room. For once her barriers were down. Vegeta looked at her with sympathy and mutual pain. He pulled from his pocket the same ocarina Trunks had saw before. "Are you going to play that tune that you play sometimes in the middle of the night?" Vegeta's eyes widen in shock.
"How do you know that?" he asked. She laughed humorlessly.
"Lately, with all the new emotions I have the middle of the night seems to be my most active times. And if I stay far enough away even those blasted saiyan ears of your can't detect me," she paused, "I know those words you sing by heart. Tell me why that song my Prince? Where did it come from?" Vegeta flinched and his eyes filled with unshed tears.
"It is very old song with things you need not know about woman," he said solemnly.
"Oh please Vegeta. It is such a lovely song," she said dreamily, "I'll sing while you play once you've told me." Vegeta shrugged as he gave up.
"This prisoner sang it while she was awaiting execution. I was listened to her and for some reason the words stuck in my head. She had fallen in love with a guard and he with her. They had even had a child. I decided to go as Freeza advised and execute her and the boy to get the guard's mind back on his work. He was standing right next to me while she was singing it. I never forgot," he said. Trunks' attention was fully drawn now. He watched for his mother's reaction.
"Then why sing it if it's so harsh a memory?" she asked him.
"Because I deserve to remember. I was and am a monster," he told her with a single tear falling. She kissed it away and gave him is ocarina.
"I say that song shouldn't be sung alone. Playing for me Vegeta let me give you another memory," she pleaded. He raised it to his mouth and played. Trunks listened as his mother's angelic voice filled the air.
I know we've never been a traditional family.
It seems like everyone is always questioning you and me.
But I know I love you and you want to love me.
I just wish you could see that this is all we need.
A tear escaped Trunks' eyes as his mother leaned over and put her head on his father's shoulder as she sang.
We're just two fools who know lonely and empty well.
Trying to make it too the light from the dark we were born in.
So lay your head on my shoulder and tell me all your fears.
I'll show you that they can't profile love.
His mother slowly kissed his father's neck.
Perhaps I deserve a happier life.
But I can't get it without you.
We're not two anymore but three people washed up on life's shore.
People don't think you can raise him well but I see your tenderness.
Trunks had always been told that his parents had found one another through loneliness. He just had never known how much.
We're just two fools who know lonely and empty well.
Trying to make it too the light from the dark we were born in.
So lay your head on my shoulder and tell me all your fears.
I'll show you that they can't profile love.
I have my demons, but they can't get me while you're around.
Curl up in my arms and I'll kiss your away.
I'm a sinner, selfish, and too proud.
You're the one who brings me out of the cold.
We're just two fools who know lonely and empty well.
Trying to make it too the light from the dark we were born in.
So lay your head on my shoulder and tell me all your fears.
I'll show you that they can't profile love.
I love you.
Even though I don't say it enough.
As the song ended his father dropped the ocarina and took his mother in his arms. He cried silently as they held onto each other for dear life. He watched in awe as his parents fell to sleep in each other's arms.
IT'S THE END OF CHAPTER TWO. BUT NOT THE STORY'S END, THE SONG IS MINE SO DON'T LOOK FOR IT. I WROTE IT.
Bulma
Access Denied
Vegeta
Access Denied
Trunks
Access Denied
Trunks thought again. He had only heard one other thing the whole time he had been around his mother. Smirking he tried it.
Woman
Access Granted
The baby slipped out and landed into his arms. It began to cry. He was afraid he might get the attention of Cell so he quickly headed back to where his father and Cell were.
Vegeta's charge at Cell swerved off to the side. This startled the monster. When he got his senses back he saw Vegeta was behind him with Bulma in his arms. The blood that was on her was now on Vegeta's blue fighting suit. Vegeta wasn't smirking for once he looked with general loathing down at Cell.
"Some things are more important than fighting," he said quickly.
"So the great prince of Saiyans has a soft spot isn't that interesting," said Cell. Trunks returned to the room and was shocked to see his father with his mother.
"Father we have to get mother to a hospital," he said quietly.
"Oh come on Vegeta, you aren't going to just walk away from a challenge because of some female," he snarled.
"Some things are more important," he whispered more too himself then to his opponent. "But make no mistake if you EVER, EVER, come after my family again I'll send your battered scrape straight to hell." He turned and flew out the window. Trunks followed close behind.
Trunks said nothing out of fear of his father's rage but the only thing keeping him going nuts over his mother's condition was the quiet conversation his father was having with his fallen mother.
"I told you many times to stay out this," he mumbled, "I am the prince of all Saiyans you did not need to fix that android 16. I could have handled Cell myself."
Bulma stirred in Vegeta's arms. She opened her eyes just enough to make Vegeta's face. She was too weak to smile and she knew she was near death but still she tried to talk to him.
"V..e.g.t.a," she whispered. Vegeta looked down at her.
"What the hell do you want woman? I did not save your pathetic life to listen to your annoying voice," he said more gently then he wanted to. Trunks looked over his shoulder into his mother's almost lifeless eyes. He would have yelled at his father but at this point it seemed pointless.
"Thank you for saving me," she told him.
"I didn't save you. I saved my honor. I want you to know that," he snapped. Bulma laughed weakly.
"I may be dying and your making sure I know you don't care," she whispered.
"Don't be stupid woman, your not dying," he said firmly. But Bulma had already closed her eyes again.
"Is she dead?" asked Trunks in panic over the wailing of the baby in his arms. Vegeta scowled again.
"I told you. If she were dead I would feel it. You are stupid and you are just half a human," he barked. The hospital came in the distance and despite what he said Trunks thought he heard his father say, "Don't make me eat my words woman."
The nurses and doctors jumped on Bulma's lifeless form as soon as they entered the hospital. Her pulse was weak but there and they rushed her quickly into the operating room. Vegeta, Trunks, and little Trunks remained in the lobby staring in the direction she had gone. The baby was still crying. Vegeta glanced at the clock. The namek would be coming out of the time chamber any minute. He needed to train but the damn bond of his wouldn't let him leave the annoying woman. He knew that the boy knew about the vacancy too so he had to think of some excuse.
"If you want to return to training father. I'll stay here," said Trunks frankly.
"Look boy," spat Vegeta, "If you had any brain in your head you would know that the last day before the tournament is ideal for training in the chamber. I will remain outside till then, as I am a warrior of superior breeding and intelligence. If you'll excuse me I'll be outside training to safe this dammed pile of dust." Trunks looked down at his screaming self.
"But father can't you do something about him. He won't stop crying," he said thrusting the baby into Vegeta's arms. With a sigh the warrior rocked the little child with surprising gentleness. He started to calm and Vegeta's face flashed with satisfaction.
"There now boy. He's better now may I train," he said giving the child back.
"I think that he doesn't mind you despite your ugly face," quipped Trunks, "And I think you like that he likes you." Vegeta turned in mid-step and faced him.
"Did anyone ever tell you that you are very much like your mother?" he asked him. Trunks smiled.
"No, my mother always told me I was just like you," he said plainly.
"I bet especially when you were being stubborn," he replied smiling genuinely for just a second. Trunks smiled too.
"Yes, and when I was being too brave for my own good," he said. Vegeta turned his eyes and looked down the hall where the doctors had wheeled his mate. His eyes flashed with naked worry. He then turned and walked out the door leaving both Trunks to stare after him.
Vegeta was outside training. He kept sneaking glances at the hospital. He knew he wanted to be in there but his pride wouldn't allow it. He remembered one of the other times he had been distracted from his training.
(Flashback)
"Vegeta, its time to come out for dinner," said Bulma from outside the gravity machine.
"Why should I? I do not need stupid human food," he barked back.
"Remember that you're still recovering from some injures and you promised you would eat three meals today if I fixed the gravity machine so you could train," she informed him. Sighing Vegeta turned it off and went to the door. He opened it and she smiled at him.
"That's better. You look pale come on out," she said simply.
"I hate you woman," he said.
"I know and you hate pizza that's why I made it," she said. He stood confused.
"Dumb female I love pizza," he said.
"Yes and you like me. It would show in your voice if you would call me by my name," she said calmly.
"What is that again?" he asked sounding clueless.
"Its Bulma and it doesn't surprise me that an moron like you would forget," she said happily. He glared at her.
"I should fry you woman," he said trying to sound threatening.
"Oh you wouldn't do that," she told him. Vegeta stopped and crossed his arms.
"Oh and why not woman?" he asked her. She smiled and walked up to him. Before he knew it she gave him a sweet and warm kiss on the lips. She pulled away.
"Because you hate me oh prince of Saiyans," she said.
(Flashback ends)
Vegeta was hit with his own Ki blast. He fell backwards knocking a small object out of his belt. He limped over to recover it. It was a blue ocarina. His father had craved it for him when he was a boy. It was the only kind thing he ever could remember about him. There was one song in particular he played a lot. At first he had played it as a punishment to himself. But then later on he played it for her. He looked up at the hospital where he could just barely feel her weak Ki. Shaking off his pride for a second he took off towards it.
Trunks went into his mother's room. She had just came out of the operating room. The nurse had been kind enough to take "his nephew" while he visited "his sister." He looked at Bulma with all the different machines hooked up too her. His mother had always been the happiest around machines. And from what he could tell the same was the true for her past counterpart. So Trunks had always like machines. But these just made him feel sick. The idea that no matter how hard he fought it would be too late to give his mother a better life that made him sick. He collapsed in the chair next to her and drifted into thought. Cell would play for this insult. Insult? His mother was right he was a great deal like his father. He remembered all the times his mother had taken care for him and the concern this woman had shown for him since he arrived in the past. It was unmistakable but his mother's kind heart knew no bounds. So what, he wondered, was she doing with his father. He knelt down to speak to her.
"Please Miss Bulma," he said awkwardly, "I'm just beginning to understand my father. There are many questions I wish to ask you that my future mother would not answer. I'm begging you to open you eyes for the sake of that little baby that obviously loves you so much." Trunks shot up when a strange but familiar music filled the room. He recognized it as the tune his mother would always sing to him to get him to sleep. He loved it so much and she would never tell him where it came from. It was coming from outside so he walked to the window.
And there stood tall and proud his father playing an ocarina. His eyes were closed and he was so absorbed in the music that he didn't even notice him.
"Father," Trunks called. There was no answer. He looked over to his mother lying in the bed. It occurred to him that this song was there song and that his father was playing for her and not any other person on this earth. He walked back over to her bedside and gently took her hand. Before Trunks knew it he was watching what he assumed was one of his mother's memories.
(Flashback)
Bulma walked into the living room where Vegeta sat curled in front of the fire. He looked relaxed in body but she could tell by his eyes that he was deep in thought. She plopped down next to him. Trunks who was watching this noted the dark bruise that was forming on her cheek.
"Are all the morons from your Christmas party gone?" his father asked.
"Yes, you should have stayed the whole time. Why did you skip out on us?" she asked. His father scowled.
"I was not wanted there," he said roughly.
"I wanted you there," she admitted. He turned to face her seeing the bruise on her cheek for the first time.
"Who?" he asked running a thumb over her cheek. Trunks was perplexed by the way the spoke to each other. Never any more words then were needed.
"Yamacha," his mother replied. Trunks made a fist, he would get his later. Vegeta snorted.
"Would you like him killed? I have yet to repay your hospitality," he said plainly. Bulma laughed.
"No, this is the first time. It was a stupid fight he lost it I lost it. He just happens to be the stronger one. But it was sweet of you to offer. It's over now," she told him. Vegeta laughed this time.
"You've said that before," he said bitterly.
"And perhaps I'll say it again," she said sadly. As she leaned back on the coach the sadness in her eyes spread through the room. For once her barriers were down. Vegeta looked at her with sympathy and mutual pain. He pulled from his pocket the same ocarina Trunks had saw before. "Are you going to play that tune that you play sometimes in the middle of the night?" Vegeta's eyes widen in shock.
"How do you know that?" he asked. She laughed humorlessly.
"Lately, with all the new emotions I have the middle of the night seems to be my most active times. And if I stay far enough away even those blasted saiyan ears of your can't detect me," she paused, "I know those words you sing by heart. Tell me why that song my Prince? Where did it come from?" Vegeta flinched and his eyes filled with unshed tears.
"It is very old song with things you need not know about woman," he said solemnly.
"Oh please Vegeta. It is such a lovely song," she said dreamily, "I'll sing while you play once you've told me." Vegeta shrugged as he gave up.
"This prisoner sang it while she was awaiting execution. I was listened to her and for some reason the words stuck in my head. She had fallen in love with a guard and he with her. They had even had a child. I decided to go as Freeza advised and execute her and the boy to get the guard's mind back on his work. He was standing right next to me while she was singing it. I never forgot," he said. Trunks' attention was fully drawn now. He watched for his mother's reaction.
"Then why sing it if it's so harsh a memory?" she asked him.
"Because I deserve to remember. I was and am a monster," he told her with a single tear falling. She kissed it away and gave him is ocarina.
"I say that song shouldn't be sung alone. Playing for me Vegeta let me give you another memory," she pleaded. He raised it to his mouth and played. Trunks listened as his mother's angelic voice filled the air.
I know we've never been a traditional family.
It seems like everyone is always questioning you and me.
But I know I love you and you want to love me.
I just wish you could see that this is all we need.
A tear escaped Trunks' eyes as his mother leaned over and put her head on his father's shoulder as she sang.
We're just two fools who know lonely and empty well.
Trying to make it too the light from the dark we were born in.
So lay your head on my shoulder and tell me all your fears.
I'll show you that they can't profile love.
His mother slowly kissed his father's neck.
Perhaps I deserve a happier life.
But I can't get it without you.
We're not two anymore but three people washed up on life's shore.
People don't think you can raise him well but I see your tenderness.
Trunks had always been told that his parents had found one another through loneliness. He just had never known how much.
We're just two fools who know lonely and empty well.
Trying to make it too the light from the dark we were born in.
So lay your head on my shoulder and tell me all your fears.
I'll show you that they can't profile love.
I have my demons, but they can't get me while you're around.
Curl up in my arms and I'll kiss your away.
I'm a sinner, selfish, and too proud.
You're the one who brings me out of the cold.
We're just two fools who know lonely and empty well.
Trying to make it too the light from the dark we were born in.
So lay your head on my shoulder and tell me all your fears.
I'll show you that they can't profile love.
I love you.
Even though I don't say it enough.
As the song ended his father dropped the ocarina and took his mother in his arms. He cried silently as they held onto each other for dear life. He watched in awe as his parents fell to sleep in each other's arms.
IT'S THE END OF CHAPTER TWO. BUT NOT THE STORY'S END, THE SONG IS MINE SO DON'T LOOK FOR IT. I WROTE IT.