Authors Note: WAI! I finally got around to writing this next part!! Lol. Well, here it is!! Lol.
This chappie is dedicated to all the reviewers! ^__^
Brady
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"Gohan, tell me where your father is!" Chichi shrieked, shaking and near hysterics. She shakily got to her feet.
Bulma sat frozen on the couch, staring at the group. "G-Gohan...what happened?"
"Dad...he..." Gohan swallowed a sob and turned away, hugging Piccolo tightly around the waist, sobbing into his mentors waist.
"...Gohan?" Chichi whispered weakly. "Gohan...he's just outside... isn't he?"
"Chichi..." Bulma murmured, standing and pulling her friend into a tight hug. "Chichi..I think Goku's dead."
Bulma couldn't stop the silent tears streaming down her cheeks, even though her mind was numb. Chichi, however, gave one broken 'no' before breaking down, loud sobs.
All the men, except Gohan, were silent, watching the two women cry, hugging each other and rocking back and forth slowly.
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Vegita could hear Bulma crying inside the house. "...like I care." He muttered to himself, sitting at the base of a palm tree, glaring out to the water.
*But you've never seen her cry before, Vegita.* He told himself and slapped his forehead. "So? She's a woman. All women cry."
*But..still. The loss of Kakarott must have hit her hard. She NEVER cries.*
"I've seen her cry before." He muttered. "I HAD to have..."
*Nope. ..she didn't even cry when I left her!*
~*~FLASHBACK~*~
"Vegita?" He heard her calling from outside, but didn't cease his training. "Vegita?"
She rapped her tiny, delicate fist against the door of the training room and tried to come inside. For the first time, EVER, he had locked it.
"Vegita!" She cried, knocking harder.
"Go away, bitch." He yelled and suddenly the door was slammed down by an extremely angry Gohan. He had come over to visit, getting a day's vacation from Piccolo and Goku.
"It's HER room." He said icily, then turned to Bulma. "I have to go now. Thanks for the cake."
She smiled brightly, brushing her bangs from her face. "Oh, no need for thanking me, Gohan! My house is your house. But..thanks for opening this...er..STUCK door."
He grinned and flew off, waving and saying he'd tell Piccolo and Goku she said hi.
"Why'd you lock it?" Bulma demanded once Gohan was out of sight, her hands on her slim hips, her stomach protruding with the baby almost six months in the making. "It DOES belong to me, Vegita!"
"Hn." He did stop his training though, his coal black eyes on her flushed face.
"I wanted to tell you something... but I guess you don't want to know." She smirked, knowing his curiosity would soon get the best of him.
"What is it, woman?" He growled.
"On the saiya-jin home world..did a male or female inherit the throne?" She asked, almost purring as she slunk up to him.
"The son of the King, of course." He growled, eyeing her warily. "Why?"
"Because, O Mighty Prince, you'd have an Heir."
It took a moment for the comment to set in, and when it hit Vegita, his eyes widened and he started at her, mouth open.
"W-what are you saying, Buruma?" He hissed, still in shock. She smiled. He never called her by her saiya-jin name, the word her name translated to in his language. He had told it to her once and only called her it when they fought. Now that they rarely spoke, they didn't fight.
"I'm SAYING I'm going to have a boy." She smirked, voice matter-of- fact. "YOUR son, Vegita. You are going to have a son."
He stared at her, unable to move or speak.
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"Where are you going?" Bulma asked softly. Vegita paused by the houses front door, his throat jerking. He had come to care for the woman, something he was taught that was not allowed. He depended on her playful yells and mock-anger and mood swings. Dependance was not for a warrior.
"Away." He said gruffly, shoving anger and edginess into his voice, not allowing any disturbance or shakiness into it. This was HIS voice, damnit. HE would tell it how to sound. NOT the other way around.
"I'm having your son in two months!" She cried, shoving the door closed in front of his face, her own features furious. "You are NOT leaving before I have this kid!"
He grabbed her upper arm and snarled in her face. "And you will not tell me what to do, Woman."
"If you stop acting like a child, I'll stop treating you like one." She retorted, ignoring the pressure on her arm. "Don't you get this, Vegita? You're a father and you should act like one!"
He squeezed harder, his nails making small, bloody crescent marks in her bare arm. "Don't tell me how to act."
She ignored the blood slowly dripping down her arm and his fingers. "Vegita, listen to yourself." She whispered, all her fire in her soul slowly dying. "You're leaving me right before your son is born."
"How do you know I haven't had other children?" He snapped, hating the fact she hadn't feared him for over three years. Hating that he hadn't WANTED to scare her in two years.
"Because if you had, they'd be dead, remember?" She sneered. "Your planet blew up."
He froze for a minute and then shrugged. "Doesn't matter much to me."
"Whatever." She wrenched out of his grasp and glared at him, eyes full of betrayal and hurt. "You know, Vegita? FUCK. YOU. I don't WANT my son to know you. You're too cold and heartless and you don't give a damn about anyone!
"Go off to wherever to train! I don't care! Forget about me, forget about your son and forget about your...your...FLING with me." She spat out, voice venomous. "But if you leave, I swear I'll never welcome you back into this house again."
He felt a strange hollowness in his chest and stomach but continued glaring at her, eyes cold as he shoved her roughly from his path. "Fine. I'll see you in Hell, woman."
And then he was gone.
~*~End Flashback~*~
Vegita scoffed at himself, for thinking of that worthless woman. That worthless, beautiful human who gave birth to his powerful young son even when he treated her so terribly.
..she would have made a marvelous queen.
"Papa?" Came the horribly small voice of Trunks as he walked up to his silent, brooding father. "Papa?"
He shot his son a sharp glance. "I thought you were asleep, boy."
"Papa..." Trunks sniffled, and hugged his fathers arm tightly, his small, sturdy legs failing him. Vegita's first instinct was to shove the boy away, telling him to buck up and not bother worrying about his mothers tears.
His father had told him the same thing when his mother died in childbirth. Vegita had learned to hide his tears then, become MORE then a Saiya-jin, who could shed a tear or two when grieving.
So...Vegita picked up his small son, cradling him in his strong, muscled arms and stood, brushing his violet bangs from his narrowed, saiya- jin like eyes. "Don't worry." he said gruffly, suddenly feeling emotionally overwhelmed.
He walked slowly into the small house, Trunks sniffling into his chest. "Buruma."
The one word caused the room to grow thick with tension as Bulma carefully let Chichi sit on the couch, crying into her hands, and Bulma faced Vegita.
"Trunks was asleep." She said coldly, holding out her arms to take her child back. But Vegita held onto his boy with a Saiya-jins pride and didn't let her take him.
"He woke up and came out to me." he said, using that I'm-too-good- to-explain arrogant voice of his. She frowned and lowered her arms. "..he...he was worried about you crying."
Bulma's face faded of all expression as she stared at him, her body going limp. Gohan was the first to move. He shoved Piccolo away and raced out of the house, zooming into the horizon.
Piccolo went after him after watching Vegita angrily for a minute. Bulma pushed past Vegita and into the bright sunlight. *Just get me away from the pain...*
~*~Flashback~*~
"Just get me away from the pain." Bulma whispered, pulling her knees up to her chest, watching the sunset. She had told Vegita she loved him. And felt like a complete moron about it.
He had looked at her for a minute and curled his lip. "Woman, don't be an idiot." Then she had turned and fled from the house, ending up on this hill about a mile or so away.
"Woman." Came the voice of a certain Saiya-jin's voice. She didn't budge, kept her eyes trained on the setting sun. Strong arms wrapped around her shoulders, a pair of warm lips gently kissing her neck. She shivered, mentally yelling at herself for not hitting him so hard his head spun.
She moaned softly, leaning back into his chest, nuzzling his cheek with her nose. "Why can't I resist you?" She whispered as he slid his hands down her chest to create little swirling designs on her abdomen.
He continued kissing down her neck to suck gently on the skin between her shoulder and neck, refusing to bless her with an answer. She shivered again, moaning when he grazed his teeth against her skin.
"Answer me..." She whimpered, turning and wrapping her arms around his waist. "Please answer me..."
He leaned forward, pressing her body to the soft grass and nibbled gently on her neck and shoulder, pushing down the fabric of her loose tank top.
She moaned and arched slightly against him.
'I love you, Vegita...' Her mind whimpered as her body slowly began to react to his gentle touches and bites. 'I love you...I love you... Even if you don't love me back, I love you...'
~*~END FLASHBACK~*~
Piccolo found Gohan in a cave, the same cave he, Gohan, and Goku had stayed in for a bit during training. The young demi-saiya-jin was shuddering and sniffling in the darkest corner of the cave, his knees drawn up to his chest and his face in his knees, trying to control his sobs.
"Gohan..." Piccolo said softly, going to kneel by the boy. "Gohan, it's okay to cry, kid..."
Gohan violently shook his head and lifted it to look at Piccolo through tear-glazed eyes. "Why'd Dad want to leave me and Mom?" He whimpered. "She's going to have a baby.. I thought he would have WANTED to stay with us..."
"He wouldn't want you to mourn him like this, Gohan..." Piccolo gently brushed the boys cheek with his nail, a feeling much like pity welling in his chest. "He'd want you to teach your brother and Trunks how to fight, to help your mom out when the kid is born."
"I DON'T CARE!" Gohan yelled, shoving Piccolo away roughly. "I don't! I just... don't..." He whispered, bowing his head a split second before bursting into tears. "I should have been the one to die... me. Dad has another son coming... If it weren't for my powers I'd just be another kid... Dad should have lived...not me..."
"Gohan, that isn't true!" Piccolo barked, grabbing Gohans shoulders in a small shake. "You're young and need to live your life, not try to get your father back by telling yourself that HE should be alive, not you!"
"DAD'S the strongest!" Gohan yelled, but his voice lacked the previous heart wrenching self hatred.
"No..no, Gohan.. He might have been strong, but he's still a father. He'd want what was best for you..."
Gohan looked at Piccolo for a second, then launched himself at his teacher, hugging him tightly about the waist and bawling into his shirt.
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This is all fer now... sorry it took so long..My comp got sick. ^^;