The image fell away and Trunks was left staring into the wall of his mother's hospital room. His father landing inside the room putting his ocarina down at his side. He looked at Trunks as if this was the first time he had noticed his presence.
"Why are you here boy?" he asked his own grumpy self again, "You should be training for the tournament."
"I could ask the same thing of you," said Trunks. Vegeta looked over at him.
"You could but I wouldn't answer. The prince of Saiyans can go where he pleases when he pleases," said Vegeta.
"What was that song you were playing?" asked Trunks. Vegeta looked down.
"Something from my past that is of no consequence to you," answered Vegeta sharply.
"I don't know I think that song is more important to me then you think," he said. Vegeta raised an eyebrow at him.
"I may not understand your meaning brat. But I do know I will not tolerate mind games," he snapped.
"My mother she never really was much for bedtime stories. So when she put me to sleep she would sing that song. She would never tell me where it came from. I guess it came from you. She must love you a lot to use a song of your to put her son to sleep," he said simply. Vegeta stared at Bulma. He could feel her presence in the room. It was pleading with him to answer this question the way she knew he could but still he couldn't.
"I don't worry about things that don't concern me," he finally said. Trunks made a fist and punched the wall. The entire hospital shook.
"Why is it so hard for you to admit that song means something to you?" asked Trunks frustrated now. Vegeta laughed bitterly.
"I'm a sinner, selfish, and too proud," he whispered, "I will not show my emotions. I will not be a pathetic human."
"You once cried in the arms of a pathetic human," countered Trunks. Vegeta shivered. How had the brat know that? He was sending that memory to the woman. He only would have been able to share it if one of them had let him in. It must have been Bulma. As angry as he was he couldn't help be glad that she was still strong enough to do so.
"You stood too close to your mother while I was playing," he lied.
"Yes. Were you sending her that memory?" asked Trunks.
"It's an ability that comes with our bond called remembrance. I was just curious as too whether it would work or not," he said.
"I don't believe that. I'm disappointed father your other excuses were better," his son roared.
"I don't expect you to believe it," he said.
"Why is it so hard for you to admit that you love her. That you wanted her to have this memory, so that she knows you care?" asked Trunks.
"Because I don't. The only thing I care about is honor," he said.
"I saw you in that room with her. I know that a heartless monster wouldn't have remembered the song of some insignificant slave," screamed Trunks.
"All monsters remember their best kills," he told him. Trunks sighed. He decided the only thing that was left was to leave them alone. He turned and went to the door.
"I no longer wonder how my mother feel in love with you. I now wonder how she manages to stay in love with you. She's dying you know. The doctor told me if we don't see a change soon she doesn't have a chance. I know now that you can swallow that pride of yours and let her leave this world knowing the truth," he said. He walked out closing the door.
Vegeta flopped down in the chair beside Bulma. Trunks' words had stung. More than he wanted to admit. He looked down at Bulma's peaceful face. He ran his hand over her face and felt the tears come into his eyes. Taking her hand he began to speak.
"Why did you have to bring Trunks into this mess? Why did you have him share in that memory? What good did it accomplish? Did you think he would be able to convince me to act differently? You knew what I was when we started together. I never did or would deceive you. And I never intently hurt you. And now you betray me like this. That was...our memory. So are you just being stubborn or what. I feel you here and I think you could come back if you really wanted too your just being stubborn. Are you waiting for me to say the words that brat of yours was talking about. You know I can't. You know I never could. None of this should be a surprise to you woman known of it. A dictator who taught me that emotions were beneath a warrior raised me, and no matter how far you get into my heart you can't change that. I'm a monster raised by a monster. Do you understand that? God woman you were stupid but you always seemed to understand my actions. Why let it change now...unless," Vegeta paused in his rant. He raised his fists to the sky and started to speak again.
"Unless it's someone up there is punishing me. Is that it? Her life for my sins, is it? Well, it's not right Kami. And I won't be confined to this damn piece of rock forever. If any of you dare to punish her for me I'll hunt you down and make you pay," Vegeta hit his knees, "I've never prayed for anything in my life. But I pray now that her condition is not a retribution for my past. I can carry the blood of thousands on my back for eternity but I can not carry hers for a second. Please Kami for once look kindly upon me and spare my family. My only family," Vegeta threw himself on top of Bulma clutching both her hands.
"Must I be the target of fate's tricks for eternity.... I love you. Even if I don't say it enough," he said as a single tear ran down his face. He felt the two hands he was holding move and he looked up into two eyes, blue as the ocean brimming with tears ready to spring forth like waves. "Woman?" She smiled at him.
"Kami said you wouldn't let me go," she whispered. He smirked as he bent over and kissed her passionately.
A pair of hands clapping broke the moment, looking over towards the window Vegeta saw Cell. He was clapping and smirking evilly.
"Now that was interesting. I must admit its not often one gets to see the Prince of a warrior race make a fool out of himself," he said. The door opened and Trunks burst in. Vegeta frowned at him.
"You got here fast," he said. Trunks grinned embarrassed.
"I was listening at the door," he said looking down. Vegeta rolled his eyes as his cheeks slightly reddened. He felt Bulma's grips on his arms tighten as her eyes filled with fear. He smirked at her bravely and walked between the bed and Cell.
"Get out of here android. I'll see you at the tournament," he said firmly.
"You don't actually expect me to do that, do you?" asked Cell.
"If you were smart you would," added Trunks as he moved to his father's side.
"I thought about taking the whole hospital out to get to Miss Briefs but I decided Vegeta's speech was much more interesting," said Cell mockingly.
"I'll ask you one more time to get out of here. I will not ask you to leave my family alone again," snapped Vegeta. The two looked at each other with loathing.
"I don't think I'm afraid Vegeta. I mean after all you're just a second class warrior with a fourth class whore for a mate," snarled Cell. Trunks watched in awe as Vegeta's body instantly ascended and dove at the android throwing the both of them through the wall. Bulma sprang up from the bed easily detaching the medical machines. Trunks rushed to her side.
"Bulma shouldn't you stay in bed," he said with panic in his voice. His mother gave him a look that easily rivaled his father's Saiyan scowl.
"He's not strong enough to kill him," said Bulma frantically pushing Trunks away. She stumbled across the room grabbing onto whatever she could. Trunks tried to help her but she just gave him another dirty look.
"Shouldn't you be down there being some use to your father instead of playing nurse maid to me," she screamed as the fear in her eyes got even worse.
"Dad is pretty pumped up. And he really doesn't like help," stuttered Trunks.
"I don't give a damn right now what you think he is or what he wants and doesn't want. Get down there," she ordered, "Or I will." Trunks knew when to give up.
"Yes, mamn," he said quickly flying down after them.
"Your usually more calm then this Vegeta. Did I hit a nurse?" taunted Cell avoiding yet another one of Vegeta's Ki blasts.
"Your pushing it you over grown magnet," growled Vegeta.
"You know I used to admire you Vegeta. We were a lot alike. We both knew that a good challenge is the only thing to strive for. You don't know how disappointed I was to find you were just like the rest of the sniveling humans on this planet," mocked Cell. They stopped as Trunks landed beside his father. Vegeta looked at him and then up at Bulma who was standing in the hospital looking down at them with worry. He smiled briefly.
"It's not so bad," he admitted just loud enough for Trunks to hear. Vegeta, Cell, and Trunks fought back in forth with fury until Cell managed to knock Vegeta off balance. He dove at Vegeta and just as he was about to hit him a figure slammed into Cell knocking him off course. Trunks stood watching the whole thing dumbfounded. His father though pulled himself to his feet and with a growl said, "Hello Kakorot." Goku who was fighting with Cell answered him.
"Hello Vegeta. How's Bulma?" he asked with concern. Finally he and Cell stopped and the four warriors stared at one another. Trunks, Vegeta, and Goku had there arms crossed in front of them proudly.
"It is of no consequence who I fight I will take you all down," said Cell proudly. Before his eyes all the Z warriors appeared before them including Yamacha. Trunks gave him a withering glance much to his father's delight.
"Yes, Cell, but can you really handle all of us?" asked Goku happily. Cell scowled but Goku continued. "You have two chooses. You can wait for the tournament and never, ever, come near any of our friends or family again. Or you can fight us all now and be destroyed." Cell glared at them.
"How can you be so sure I won't destroy you all?" he asked. Vegeta smirked.
"Do you really want to take that chance?" he asked. Cell scowled one last time before he quickly turned and left.
Goku turned to Vegeta.
"Why didn't you ask us for help Vegeta? The only reason we knew something was wrong was because Mister Bobo told Piccolo you took off before you could train. I figured there were only two things that would make you do that, a challenge or Bulma. I figured since you let Trunks tag along it probably was the later," he said. Vegeta frowned.
"I did not let the brat come along," he said. Everyone laughed.
"Don't worry Vegeta. We'll have one of us watching over Bulma from now on until she is out of the hospital," said Gohon.
"Oh no you won't," screamed Bulma from up in the hospital. They looked up to find she had her arms crossed and had put on her mess with me and die look. "I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself in my own home now. Besides I have to get android 16 fixed and not one of them is going to baby sit me." The guys knew better then to question her when she was like this.
"Okay Bulma," said Goku nervously, "We'll see you at the tournament then Vegeta and Trunks. Take care of yourself Bulma." With that they all took off leaving the three there together. Vegeta laughed much to Trunks' surprise.
"What?" he questioned.
"As much as I hate to admit it," said Vegeta, "I do take some satisfaction in the fact that my mate despite her nonexistent Ki can intimidate the strongest warriors in the universe." His laughter faded and Trunks and him flew back up to the hospital.
Bulma was on Vegeta in a second.
"Are you okay did? Did Cell hurt you?" she asked pulling on his arm. He brushed her off and stalked past.
"Stupid female I would have destroyed Cell if that stupid Kakorot hadn't interfered," he said sternly. Bulma put her hands on her hips despite the pain it caused in her abdomen.
"Right Vegeta, and I had Cell right where I wanted him when you and Trunks showed up," she retorted causing Trunks to giggle.
"What are you laughing at boy?" asked Vegeta angrily. Bulma gasped in panic.
"My baby where's my baby," she shirked. A nurse walked into the room carrying the baby Trunks.
"Oh Miss Briefs your up. Here I'll give your brother the baby since you probably shouldn't lift him just yet," she said thrusting the baby into Trunks' arms and walking away. The baby instantly started crying. Bulma laughed and took the baby from Trunks calming him.
"You certainly are going to grow up to be a great young man my angel," she told the baby, "Even if he doesn't know the first thing about handling babies. At least he doesn't scare you with his ugly face like some people." Vegeta growled.
"Woman I hate you," he said even though his voice contained something else. Bulma smiled up at him.
"I hate you too Vegeta," she told him. Trunks sighed. He certainly did have his parents back.
"I'll fly you home mom," said Trunks going to pick her up. His father stopped him.
"Don't you dare boy. You'd probably drop her on the way home and crack her skull. Then I'd have to explain that to Kakorot," he said picking up Bulma and the baby. They smiled at each other briefly and then the four took off towards Capsule Corporation.
Trunks didn't hear much of the argument his parents were having on the way there except one exchange.
"Vegeta would really have killed Yamacha for me that night?" asked his mother. His father smirked down at her.
"Oh course woman. Right away and to the rescue," his father replied.
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"Why are you here boy?" he asked his own grumpy self again, "You should be training for the tournament."
"I could ask the same thing of you," said Trunks. Vegeta looked over at him.
"You could but I wouldn't answer. The prince of Saiyans can go where he pleases when he pleases," said Vegeta.
"What was that song you were playing?" asked Trunks. Vegeta looked down.
"Something from my past that is of no consequence to you," answered Vegeta sharply.
"I don't know I think that song is more important to me then you think," he said. Vegeta raised an eyebrow at him.
"I may not understand your meaning brat. But I do know I will not tolerate mind games," he snapped.
"My mother she never really was much for bedtime stories. So when she put me to sleep she would sing that song. She would never tell me where it came from. I guess it came from you. She must love you a lot to use a song of your to put her son to sleep," he said simply. Vegeta stared at Bulma. He could feel her presence in the room. It was pleading with him to answer this question the way she knew he could but still he couldn't.
"I don't worry about things that don't concern me," he finally said. Trunks made a fist and punched the wall. The entire hospital shook.
"Why is it so hard for you to admit that song means something to you?" asked Trunks frustrated now. Vegeta laughed bitterly.
"I'm a sinner, selfish, and too proud," he whispered, "I will not show my emotions. I will not be a pathetic human."
"You once cried in the arms of a pathetic human," countered Trunks. Vegeta shivered. How had the brat know that? He was sending that memory to the woman. He only would have been able to share it if one of them had let him in. It must have been Bulma. As angry as he was he couldn't help be glad that she was still strong enough to do so.
"You stood too close to your mother while I was playing," he lied.
"Yes. Were you sending her that memory?" asked Trunks.
"It's an ability that comes with our bond called remembrance. I was just curious as too whether it would work or not," he said.
"I don't believe that. I'm disappointed father your other excuses were better," his son roared.
"I don't expect you to believe it," he said.
"Why is it so hard for you to admit that you love her. That you wanted her to have this memory, so that she knows you care?" asked Trunks.
"Because I don't. The only thing I care about is honor," he said.
"I saw you in that room with her. I know that a heartless monster wouldn't have remembered the song of some insignificant slave," screamed Trunks.
"All monsters remember their best kills," he told him. Trunks sighed. He decided the only thing that was left was to leave them alone. He turned and went to the door.
"I no longer wonder how my mother feel in love with you. I now wonder how she manages to stay in love with you. She's dying you know. The doctor told me if we don't see a change soon she doesn't have a chance. I know now that you can swallow that pride of yours and let her leave this world knowing the truth," he said. He walked out closing the door.
Vegeta flopped down in the chair beside Bulma. Trunks' words had stung. More than he wanted to admit. He looked down at Bulma's peaceful face. He ran his hand over her face and felt the tears come into his eyes. Taking her hand he began to speak.
"Why did you have to bring Trunks into this mess? Why did you have him share in that memory? What good did it accomplish? Did you think he would be able to convince me to act differently? You knew what I was when we started together. I never did or would deceive you. And I never intently hurt you. And now you betray me like this. That was...our memory. So are you just being stubborn or what. I feel you here and I think you could come back if you really wanted too your just being stubborn. Are you waiting for me to say the words that brat of yours was talking about. You know I can't. You know I never could. None of this should be a surprise to you woman known of it. A dictator who taught me that emotions were beneath a warrior raised me, and no matter how far you get into my heart you can't change that. I'm a monster raised by a monster. Do you understand that? God woman you were stupid but you always seemed to understand my actions. Why let it change now...unless," Vegeta paused in his rant. He raised his fists to the sky and started to speak again.
"Unless it's someone up there is punishing me. Is that it? Her life for my sins, is it? Well, it's not right Kami. And I won't be confined to this damn piece of rock forever. If any of you dare to punish her for me I'll hunt you down and make you pay," Vegeta hit his knees, "I've never prayed for anything in my life. But I pray now that her condition is not a retribution for my past. I can carry the blood of thousands on my back for eternity but I can not carry hers for a second. Please Kami for once look kindly upon me and spare my family. My only family," Vegeta threw himself on top of Bulma clutching both her hands.
"Must I be the target of fate's tricks for eternity.... I love you. Even if I don't say it enough," he said as a single tear ran down his face. He felt the two hands he was holding move and he looked up into two eyes, blue as the ocean brimming with tears ready to spring forth like waves. "Woman?" She smiled at him.
"Kami said you wouldn't let me go," she whispered. He smirked as he bent over and kissed her passionately.
A pair of hands clapping broke the moment, looking over towards the window Vegeta saw Cell. He was clapping and smirking evilly.
"Now that was interesting. I must admit its not often one gets to see the Prince of a warrior race make a fool out of himself," he said. The door opened and Trunks burst in. Vegeta frowned at him.
"You got here fast," he said. Trunks grinned embarrassed.
"I was listening at the door," he said looking down. Vegeta rolled his eyes as his cheeks slightly reddened. He felt Bulma's grips on his arms tighten as her eyes filled with fear. He smirked at her bravely and walked between the bed and Cell.
"Get out of here android. I'll see you at the tournament," he said firmly.
"You don't actually expect me to do that, do you?" asked Cell.
"If you were smart you would," added Trunks as he moved to his father's side.
"I thought about taking the whole hospital out to get to Miss Briefs but I decided Vegeta's speech was much more interesting," said Cell mockingly.
"I'll ask you one more time to get out of here. I will not ask you to leave my family alone again," snapped Vegeta. The two looked at each other with loathing.
"I don't think I'm afraid Vegeta. I mean after all you're just a second class warrior with a fourth class whore for a mate," snarled Cell. Trunks watched in awe as Vegeta's body instantly ascended and dove at the android throwing the both of them through the wall. Bulma sprang up from the bed easily detaching the medical machines. Trunks rushed to her side.
"Bulma shouldn't you stay in bed," he said with panic in his voice. His mother gave him a look that easily rivaled his father's Saiyan scowl.
"He's not strong enough to kill him," said Bulma frantically pushing Trunks away. She stumbled across the room grabbing onto whatever she could. Trunks tried to help her but she just gave him another dirty look.
"Shouldn't you be down there being some use to your father instead of playing nurse maid to me," she screamed as the fear in her eyes got even worse.
"Dad is pretty pumped up. And he really doesn't like help," stuttered Trunks.
"I don't give a damn right now what you think he is or what he wants and doesn't want. Get down there," she ordered, "Or I will." Trunks knew when to give up.
"Yes, mamn," he said quickly flying down after them.
"Your usually more calm then this Vegeta. Did I hit a nurse?" taunted Cell avoiding yet another one of Vegeta's Ki blasts.
"Your pushing it you over grown magnet," growled Vegeta.
"You know I used to admire you Vegeta. We were a lot alike. We both knew that a good challenge is the only thing to strive for. You don't know how disappointed I was to find you were just like the rest of the sniveling humans on this planet," mocked Cell. They stopped as Trunks landed beside his father. Vegeta looked at him and then up at Bulma who was standing in the hospital looking down at them with worry. He smiled briefly.
"It's not so bad," he admitted just loud enough for Trunks to hear. Vegeta, Cell, and Trunks fought back in forth with fury until Cell managed to knock Vegeta off balance. He dove at Vegeta and just as he was about to hit him a figure slammed into Cell knocking him off course. Trunks stood watching the whole thing dumbfounded. His father though pulled himself to his feet and with a growl said, "Hello Kakorot." Goku who was fighting with Cell answered him.
"Hello Vegeta. How's Bulma?" he asked with concern. Finally he and Cell stopped and the four warriors stared at one another. Trunks, Vegeta, and Goku had there arms crossed in front of them proudly.
"It is of no consequence who I fight I will take you all down," said Cell proudly. Before his eyes all the Z warriors appeared before them including Yamacha. Trunks gave him a withering glance much to his father's delight.
"Yes, Cell, but can you really handle all of us?" asked Goku happily. Cell scowled but Goku continued. "You have two chooses. You can wait for the tournament and never, ever, come near any of our friends or family again. Or you can fight us all now and be destroyed." Cell glared at them.
"How can you be so sure I won't destroy you all?" he asked. Vegeta smirked.
"Do you really want to take that chance?" he asked. Cell scowled one last time before he quickly turned and left.
Goku turned to Vegeta.
"Why didn't you ask us for help Vegeta? The only reason we knew something was wrong was because Mister Bobo told Piccolo you took off before you could train. I figured there were only two things that would make you do that, a challenge or Bulma. I figured since you let Trunks tag along it probably was the later," he said. Vegeta frowned.
"I did not let the brat come along," he said. Everyone laughed.
"Don't worry Vegeta. We'll have one of us watching over Bulma from now on until she is out of the hospital," said Gohon.
"Oh no you won't," screamed Bulma from up in the hospital. They looked up to find she had her arms crossed and had put on her mess with me and die look. "I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself in my own home now. Besides I have to get android 16 fixed and not one of them is going to baby sit me." The guys knew better then to question her when she was like this.
"Okay Bulma," said Goku nervously, "We'll see you at the tournament then Vegeta and Trunks. Take care of yourself Bulma." With that they all took off leaving the three there together. Vegeta laughed much to Trunks' surprise.
"What?" he questioned.
"As much as I hate to admit it," said Vegeta, "I do take some satisfaction in the fact that my mate despite her nonexistent Ki can intimidate the strongest warriors in the universe." His laughter faded and Trunks and him flew back up to the hospital.
Bulma was on Vegeta in a second.
"Are you okay did? Did Cell hurt you?" she asked pulling on his arm. He brushed her off and stalked past.
"Stupid female I would have destroyed Cell if that stupid Kakorot hadn't interfered," he said sternly. Bulma put her hands on her hips despite the pain it caused in her abdomen.
"Right Vegeta, and I had Cell right where I wanted him when you and Trunks showed up," she retorted causing Trunks to giggle.
"What are you laughing at boy?" asked Vegeta angrily. Bulma gasped in panic.
"My baby where's my baby," she shirked. A nurse walked into the room carrying the baby Trunks.
"Oh Miss Briefs your up. Here I'll give your brother the baby since you probably shouldn't lift him just yet," she said thrusting the baby into Trunks' arms and walking away. The baby instantly started crying. Bulma laughed and took the baby from Trunks calming him.
"You certainly are going to grow up to be a great young man my angel," she told the baby, "Even if he doesn't know the first thing about handling babies. At least he doesn't scare you with his ugly face like some people." Vegeta growled.
"Woman I hate you," he said even though his voice contained something else. Bulma smiled up at him.
"I hate you too Vegeta," she told him. Trunks sighed. He certainly did have his parents back.
"I'll fly you home mom," said Trunks going to pick her up. His father stopped him.
"Don't you dare boy. You'd probably drop her on the way home and crack her skull. Then I'd have to explain that to Kakorot," he said picking up Bulma and the baby. They smiled at each other briefly and then the four took off towards Capsule Corporation.
Trunks didn't hear much of the argument his parents were having on the way there except one exchange.
"Vegeta would really have killed Yamacha for me that night?" asked his mother. His father smirked down at her.
"Oh course woman. Right away and to the rescue," his father replied.
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