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Sorry about (M)Bulma's mysterious disappearance, she was, uh, taking a rest upstairs. After all, it was late at night, and she's getting old…
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"I wonder what the kids are doing," Bulma voiced sleepily, glancing at the clock. A half hour.
"Sparring," Vegeta stated simply, rubbing her back softly.
"So you trained her after all," he snorted in response.
"What else could I teach her," he stated, voice abruptly turning solemn.
"Then why is she running CC? Did Dad teach her?" He shook his head, mirth reflecting in his dark eyes.
"No, you taught her all that," she looked at him quizzically. "All of your little notes to yourself, most of them were recorded on audio. I ended up listening to it all too, since I was forced to censor it for her six-year-old ears." His gaze was distant, and, pained. It must have been a bittersweet experience, judging by the look on his face. Or perhaps it was just bitter, as she had often vented all of her feelings into that little microphone.
"Gomen nasai," she whispered, kissing his forehead gently. "I know I said a lot of things I shouldn't have." He kissed her nose, then leaned his forehead against hers with his eyes closed. She wondered not for the first time if perhaps coming back wasn't such a bright idea. She doubted he would be any better off than before. They lay in comfortable silence, Bulma nestled warmly in her mates gentle embrace.
"Don't leave me," Vegeta whispered, desperation clear in his voice. His arms tightened around her, as though to stop her from escaping. She felt tears gathering in her eyes, cursing herself for bringing this pain upon him.
"Oh Kami, Vegeta, I want to stay with all my heart. I'm sorry I came. It only makes it worse for you and Bra." She squirmed closer to him, burying her face in his neck as she cried. Self-hate welled at the feel of him shaking with his own silent tears.
Her sobs slowed to a frequent sniffle, and she took time to shower kisses on his now tear-streaked face, his eyes still clenched shut. It broke her heart to see him reduced to such a state, and to know that she caused it was almost unbearable.
He brought his lips to hers, kissing her passionately, pouring all his need, sorrow, everything into it. The one-way wall he usually erected in their bond was lowered, and she felt all his thoughts and emotions wash into her, all of him. She rejoiced in the feel of having one mind, almost literally one being.
She reluctantly pulled away after an eternity, gasping for air to relieve her oxygen-deprived lungs. A loud tapping came from the window, and they heaved a collective sigh at the rough voice that reached their ears.
"It is time, Bulma Briefs," the old witch intoned, her vioce muffled by the closed window. Stifling another sob, Bulma rose off the bed and stumbled to the dresser, digging through haphazardly for some clothing. It was too soon, but she knew that forever would be too soon, so there could be no fighting it. Stabs of sorrow assaulted her mate, who was also getting dressed.
Bulma tripped in the dark, barely catching herself before looking back at the offending obstruction. A small pile of blankets lay on the floor at the foot of the bed, shaped into a pallet.
"What's this Vegeta?" She questioned her mate, who was slipping into a pair of jeans.
"It was Bra's bed, before we left."
"Well why wasn't she in her own bed?"
"She had a few bad dreams, and wanted to be nearby."
"Oh."
Having finished drssing in silence, the two walked solemnly onto the balcony, where Baba and their children awaited. Both were bloodied and dirty, and looking just as down as their elders.
Bra and Trunks hugged, and she looked about ready to cry. She released her brother, scowling and wiping away stray tears with her mud-encrusted forearm. Bulma walked over to stand by Bra, and both paused to watch the two men confront each other. Both stared at the other, unmoving.
Vegeta stuck out a hand, and Trunks took it warily, and his eyes widened as his father pulled him into a one armed hug. Bulma knew the kid was about ready to cry and grin like a loon all at once. The hug was short-lived, so as to make it at least a little more manly.
"That's twice," Vegeta stated simply, and Bra and Bulma gave each other confused glances. Trunks merely nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Shrugging once, Bulma turned to hug her daughter.
"Gomen nasai, Bra-chan. I barely spent any time with you today." She sniffled, trying hard not to cry.
"It's okay Kaachan. Touchan needed your attention more than I did. Don't give me that look Touchan, you know I'm right. Hell, we all know I'm right." She squeezed her mother once, kissed her cheek, and backed away. Tugging on her brother's sleeve, they took off away from the house, dragging Baba with them. Bulma spoke first.
"I guess this is where we say goodbye."
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Yeah, REALLY SHORT chapter. Gomen nasai, minna!! But I HAD to end the chapter there. Seeing as I have a lot of free time this weekend, Chapter 15 will be up fairly soon, extra long! Say, 4,500 words? Agreed?
Big stuff is on the horizon…
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