A/N: Please forgive me for the long wait on this chapter. It is all
explained in my biography. Click on my name and you'll have the reasons
for my being away from this fic. Once again I'm sorry to all of you
reader's who had to wait days for this chapter.
**I dedicate this chapter to my Grandad who passed away on 11/12/02. You were the only one in our family who supported and praised my writing ability completely.**
*~*Now I know that our world is no more permanent than a wave rising on the ocean.*~*
-Memoirs of a Geisha.
Rest.In.Peace. Grandpa
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{Vegeta-sei}
"Your mate.. She had a nursery room for Vegeta, right?"
His head snapped up at the mention of his mate, "What of it?" He asked hoarsely.
"Would you mind terribly if I used it for Trunks' room?" She asked softly.
He narrowed his eyes at her dangerously. How did she know about that room?
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His tongue suddenly became thickly coated, as the words were uttered from Bulma's mouth. The mass of his tongue weighed down in his mouth like lead, preventing any words from forming and irreversibly rendering him speechless.
Bulma waited expectantly for an answer. She saw the white washed tone of his skin and immediately regretted asking him for the usage of the nursery. She had touched upon a taboo subject, one that if possible was best avoided. She had really done it this time.
King Regent's grip tightened unconsciously on the small, yet strong baby in his arms. How could he answer that question? Why had she even asked him? Every time he thought of his mate, he was sent into such a state of nostalgia that not a single person could deem themselves worthy enough to pull him out of it.
Bulma gulped, now becoming slightly afraid at his silence. She saw him barely supress a shudder. She managed to break the now ever lasting, uncomfortable silence. "A-are you okay?" She stumbled over her words clumsily, pronouncing her mistake in ever asking about the nursery.
Vegeta's father finally found his speaking ability, and voiced his previous thoughts. "How do you know about the nursery?" He spoke in such a low voice that Bulma almost didn't hear him.
Bulma thought back to the time she was visited by the former Queen's spirit. If she told him, then she would be betraying Vegeta's mothers trust. She distinctly remembered the older woman telling her not to mention the visit to King Regent. Bulma set her jaw squarely, she knew she would have to tell him, even though every being of her mind screamed not to.
"Well?" He pressed on, the ever present curiosity growing as to how she knew about the nursery.
Bulma had dug herslef into a hole, and only she would be able to get herself out of it. She drew a deep breath and began in a calm quiet tone and tried not to disturb Trunks in his playful, ingnorant bliss.
"Well," she began, "Do you remember at the bonding ritual when I arrived late?" She stopped.
He nodded for her to continue.
Bulma cleared her dry throat, not liking the intense way he was observing her actions. "I was having doubts about mating with Vegeta, and I guess I panicked."
He raised his eyebrow questioningly. She had doubts? Did Vegeta know about this?
As if reading his mind, Bulma squashed any dark thoughts he was having, "It was all too overwhelming." She said quickly, "Becoming Queen, a mother, a life partner. I just went into over drive and went into shock. I-I pushed Kinjal and I ran. I didn't know where I was going, I just had to get away. Everyone was fussing over me and it just scared me." She realized now how stupidly she had behaved.
King Regent had lost his previous nostalgia and was becoming quite engrossed in Bulma's minor tale of the day the ritual took place. Why had he not had any word of this? "If you were going to run away, then why didn't you leave the palace? What possessed you to go to the fifth level of the palace?" He was more than intrigued by now.
Bulma exhaled, relief overcoming her features. "To be honest, I don't have a clue. I was just running blindly and for a strange reason I chose to go up instead of down and out. It's pretty ridiculous if you think about it." She laughed half heartedly. She could be such an idiot at times.
"That's when I reached the fifth floor and found the nursery.." She brought her eyes to meet his onyx eyes. Such and exact version of Vegeta's, shaped slightly differently yet the colour was the same.
They had such raw emotion swimming in them, unlike Vegeta's. He tried to hide his emotions whenever he could, even if they were the only two in the room. The difference between father and son stood out in all its grandeur at that very moment.
King Regent stared back, not letting his face show any emotion, and yet not quite being able to hide the emotion in his eyes from the new Queen of Vegeta-sei. He didn't want her to continue, he had heard enough. There was also something nagging him in the back of his mind that he was treading upon unknown waters in that area. Something was warding him off, as if Bulma was not to mention this to anyone.
He jiggled chibi Trunks slightly in his arms. He smiled ruefully, if he coddled his grandson any more then he would end up a weakling like the many humans from his planet. Isn't that what his old son had told him once? Shaking his head, his stony face broke into a small grin as he looked into the endless blue depths known as Bulma's eyes.
Handing Trunks back to his mother, King Regent stood proud and tall. It was time he moved on, after all he had a new family to live for. "Very well, my Queen." Bowing slightly, he chuckled as tears welled up in Bulma's eyes.
The former King was back to his mischievous self.
Bulma pressed her son to her chest and hugged her father in-law. She smiled, regardless of the fact that he had stiffened slightly. Saiya-jins! Such emotionally challenged aliens. She smiled through her tears of joy as she hugged him, along with Trunks. "Thank you Otousan." Her voice showed nothing but everlasting gratitude.
King Regent gently placed his hand on top of Bulma's head. He smiled happily, for once in a long, long time. "Think nothing of it. This palace, let alone this planet, does not belong to me as of now. It it your's and your family's. I cannot decide where you can go, or not go, any longer. It's time I move on"
Bulma up and scowled, humouring him. She grew serious however and let a small smile play on her lips. "You are part of our family Otousan."
He nodded and drew himself away from her squashing embrace. He took one last look at his grandson, and heir to the throne of Vegeta-sei and left the room, a satisfied and considerably happy old man.
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As he closed the door behind him, Bulma looked down at her young son. She sighed and smiled as she watched his lavender tail swish around happily behind him. As he yawned, it was then she realized that she had disturbed his sleep.
She lifted Trunks up and brought him face to face with her. He gazed suspiciously at his mother's face and tried to grad her nose, such was the fascination with it.
Bulma held back a laugh and buried her face playfully against Trunks's. He giggled at the new game, but yawned at the game.
Bulma smiled lovingly and cradled him, rocking him to sleep. "Let's get you to your new nursery, my precious baby boy."
As if on cue, Trunks smirked an unmistakable trademark of Vegeta's smirk. Bulma groaned and prayed it wasn't a prophecy of the nightmare that was about to dawn upon them when Trunks grew to speak. A carbon copy of Vegeta.
She shuddered and prayed that her son would at least show some emotion, if not all. Sighing again, she made her way out of the room, which seemed large and empty for only herself. She prayed to Kami that Vegeta was alright. S
he hadn't spoken to him in a long time, what felt like eons was only days in actual time. Ever increasing worry shadowed over her, like a stormy cloud, afraid and worried for the safety of Vegeta's life.
He had better come home alive, she thought to herself, or she'd wish him back with the Dragonballs and then kill him herself for letting her suffer alone. Snorting, she realized that, that would probably never happen in a million years. Ha! What a joke, her kill Vegeta? He'd just laugh in her face. And that was what she missed about him the most.
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{Earth}
Vegeta's voice rang out, irritation lacing the tone. "I tire of waiting." Without saying anything further he blasted off from the lookout, flying downwards. he had grown tremendously agitated. He had power, and he wanted to fight. Now.
Trunks was brought out from his thoughts when his father blasted off. He couldn't help but find that his father was more than a little obsessive about being a warrior.
Goku tilted his head, "He sure is in a hurry!" He exclaimed stupidly before blasting off after Vegeta.
Piccolo and Trunks following suit. The ultimate battle was soon going to occur, much to the grievance of Trunks and the anger of Piccolo.
Krillin's thoughts wandered back to the blond haired android that had been devoured by the hideous green monster. He silently wondered if there was any chance that she would return, given the chance. He kept up that small hope, hope for seeing the blonde haired beauty. If he did then he would die a very happy man.
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Vegeta flew at top speed, scanning the earth below as he blasted past almost every city, forest, wasteland, desert and even sea. He came up with nothing. Cell was nowhere to be found and it was aggravating him to no end.
He was beginning to grow restless, the power under his skin was itching to burst forth in fury. Fury for having so much time locked up inside, instead of fighting or being in battle like a true warrior should be.
He hated waiting around for the other pathetic idiots that called themselves warriors. Warriors! More like a bunch of weaklings and a waste of space. He could understand Goku's need to fight, as well as Gohan's for they were Saiya-jins. It was genetically inscribed in their DNA, impossible to rid yourself of no matter how hard one tried.
He smirked, knowing that he was far superior to Goku now, in every way. And yet his smirk fell and faded into a scowl. Doubt started to form in his mind, was Goku shielding his true power from everyone?
Is he calling everyone's bluff by pretending to be weaker than Vegeta, just so Vegeta could be happy in ignorant bliss at the thought that he is stronger? Shaking his head, he looked down at the vast expanse of land, determined to keep his mind clear from all of the protruding thoughts.
He growled unconsciously as he felt all of the Z senshi's presence, hot on his trail. He had warned them not to get in his way of Cell, but he would bet that the fool Kakarott had not listened to a word Vegeta had said.
He would be damned if he let that idiotic moron steal his glory yet again. Picking up his speed, he tried to distance himself even further from the group and tried in vain to search for the green monster, who had yet to show.
An immense power ahead of him, caught his undeniable attention. All thoughts had left him, and now he began to mentally prepare himself for the battle that was about to ensue.
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Trunks couldn't help but stare at his father, as he flew in front at a tremendous speed. Never had he seen his father so anxious to enter into battle. Was he really like this in the Mirai time? Of course he would never know. His eyes darkened at the prospect of not having a real family like chibi Trunks. That is if his father survived in this dimension.
He growled, much like Vegeta had as the large power ahead of them, came into focus. His heart began thundering in his chest. What if they couldn't beat Cell? What if Cell killed him? He knew his mother would be devestated at this death.
But wouldn't his younger mother be even more at a loss if Vegeta died in this long and arduous battle? He didn't think she would be able to handle the loss, even if she had sustained it in Mirai. In this dimension, it some how seemed as though they were closer to each other, it was odd and he could not fathom how things had been altered so much.
Trunks looked down at the vast expanse of deserted and rocky land, trying to pin point the exact position of Cell?
What would he do if he lost his father in this dimension?
In honesty, he didn't know he would do if he lost his father.. Again.
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A/N: I was going to put the fight between Cell and Vegeta in this chapter, but please forgive as I didn't have the strength to write anymore. Hopefully this is enough to keep you guys happy until I update again, which won't be long. Sorry for the delay and thank you for your reviews.
J XxX
**I dedicate this chapter to my Grandad who passed away on 11/12/02. You were the only one in our family who supported and praised my writing ability completely.**
*~*Now I know that our world is no more permanent than a wave rising on the ocean.*~*
-Memoirs of a Geisha.
Rest.In.Peace. Grandpa
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{Vegeta-sei}
"Your mate.. She had a nursery room for Vegeta, right?"
His head snapped up at the mention of his mate, "What of it?" He asked hoarsely.
"Would you mind terribly if I used it for Trunks' room?" She asked softly.
He narrowed his eyes at her dangerously. How did she know about that room?
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His tongue suddenly became thickly coated, as the words were uttered from Bulma's mouth. The mass of his tongue weighed down in his mouth like lead, preventing any words from forming and irreversibly rendering him speechless.
Bulma waited expectantly for an answer. She saw the white washed tone of his skin and immediately regretted asking him for the usage of the nursery. She had touched upon a taboo subject, one that if possible was best avoided. She had really done it this time.
King Regent's grip tightened unconsciously on the small, yet strong baby in his arms. How could he answer that question? Why had she even asked him? Every time he thought of his mate, he was sent into such a state of nostalgia that not a single person could deem themselves worthy enough to pull him out of it.
Bulma gulped, now becoming slightly afraid at his silence. She saw him barely supress a shudder. She managed to break the now ever lasting, uncomfortable silence. "A-are you okay?" She stumbled over her words clumsily, pronouncing her mistake in ever asking about the nursery.
Vegeta's father finally found his speaking ability, and voiced his previous thoughts. "How do you know about the nursery?" He spoke in such a low voice that Bulma almost didn't hear him.
Bulma thought back to the time she was visited by the former Queen's spirit. If she told him, then she would be betraying Vegeta's mothers trust. She distinctly remembered the older woman telling her not to mention the visit to King Regent. Bulma set her jaw squarely, she knew she would have to tell him, even though every being of her mind screamed not to.
"Well?" He pressed on, the ever present curiosity growing as to how she knew about the nursery.
Bulma had dug herslef into a hole, and only she would be able to get herself out of it. She drew a deep breath and began in a calm quiet tone and tried not to disturb Trunks in his playful, ingnorant bliss.
"Well," she began, "Do you remember at the bonding ritual when I arrived late?" She stopped.
He nodded for her to continue.
Bulma cleared her dry throat, not liking the intense way he was observing her actions. "I was having doubts about mating with Vegeta, and I guess I panicked."
He raised his eyebrow questioningly. She had doubts? Did Vegeta know about this?
As if reading his mind, Bulma squashed any dark thoughts he was having, "It was all too overwhelming." She said quickly, "Becoming Queen, a mother, a life partner. I just went into over drive and went into shock. I-I pushed Kinjal and I ran. I didn't know where I was going, I just had to get away. Everyone was fussing over me and it just scared me." She realized now how stupidly she had behaved.
King Regent had lost his previous nostalgia and was becoming quite engrossed in Bulma's minor tale of the day the ritual took place. Why had he not had any word of this? "If you were going to run away, then why didn't you leave the palace? What possessed you to go to the fifth level of the palace?" He was more than intrigued by now.
Bulma exhaled, relief overcoming her features. "To be honest, I don't have a clue. I was just running blindly and for a strange reason I chose to go up instead of down and out. It's pretty ridiculous if you think about it." She laughed half heartedly. She could be such an idiot at times.
"That's when I reached the fifth floor and found the nursery.." She brought her eyes to meet his onyx eyes. Such and exact version of Vegeta's, shaped slightly differently yet the colour was the same.
They had such raw emotion swimming in them, unlike Vegeta's. He tried to hide his emotions whenever he could, even if they were the only two in the room. The difference between father and son stood out in all its grandeur at that very moment.
King Regent stared back, not letting his face show any emotion, and yet not quite being able to hide the emotion in his eyes from the new Queen of Vegeta-sei. He didn't want her to continue, he had heard enough. There was also something nagging him in the back of his mind that he was treading upon unknown waters in that area. Something was warding him off, as if Bulma was not to mention this to anyone.
He jiggled chibi Trunks slightly in his arms. He smiled ruefully, if he coddled his grandson any more then he would end up a weakling like the many humans from his planet. Isn't that what his old son had told him once? Shaking his head, his stony face broke into a small grin as he looked into the endless blue depths known as Bulma's eyes.
Handing Trunks back to his mother, King Regent stood proud and tall. It was time he moved on, after all he had a new family to live for. "Very well, my Queen." Bowing slightly, he chuckled as tears welled up in Bulma's eyes.
The former King was back to his mischievous self.
Bulma pressed her son to her chest and hugged her father in-law. She smiled, regardless of the fact that he had stiffened slightly. Saiya-jins! Such emotionally challenged aliens. She smiled through her tears of joy as she hugged him, along with Trunks. "Thank you Otousan." Her voice showed nothing but everlasting gratitude.
King Regent gently placed his hand on top of Bulma's head. He smiled happily, for once in a long, long time. "Think nothing of it. This palace, let alone this planet, does not belong to me as of now. It it your's and your family's. I cannot decide where you can go, or not go, any longer. It's time I move on"
Bulma up and scowled, humouring him. She grew serious however and let a small smile play on her lips. "You are part of our family Otousan."
He nodded and drew himself away from her squashing embrace. He took one last look at his grandson, and heir to the throne of Vegeta-sei and left the room, a satisfied and considerably happy old man.
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As he closed the door behind him, Bulma looked down at her young son. She sighed and smiled as she watched his lavender tail swish around happily behind him. As he yawned, it was then she realized that she had disturbed his sleep.
She lifted Trunks up and brought him face to face with her. He gazed suspiciously at his mother's face and tried to grad her nose, such was the fascination with it.
Bulma held back a laugh and buried her face playfully against Trunks's. He giggled at the new game, but yawned at the game.
Bulma smiled lovingly and cradled him, rocking him to sleep. "Let's get you to your new nursery, my precious baby boy."
As if on cue, Trunks smirked an unmistakable trademark of Vegeta's smirk. Bulma groaned and prayed it wasn't a prophecy of the nightmare that was about to dawn upon them when Trunks grew to speak. A carbon copy of Vegeta.
She shuddered and prayed that her son would at least show some emotion, if not all. Sighing again, she made her way out of the room, which seemed large and empty for only herself. She prayed to Kami that Vegeta was alright. S
he hadn't spoken to him in a long time, what felt like eons was only days in actual time. Ever increasing worry shadowed over her, like a stormy cloud, afraid and worried for the safety of Vegeta's life.
He had better come home alive, she thought to herself, or she'd wish him back with the Dragonballs and then kill him herself for letting her suffer alone. Snorting, she realized that, that would probably never happen in a million years. Ha! What a joke, her kill Vegeta? He'd just laugh in her face. And that was what she missed about him the most.
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{Earth}
Vegeta's voice rang out, irritation lacing the tone. "I tire of waiting." Without saying anything further he blasted off from the lookout, flying downwards. he had grown tremendously agitated. He had power, and he wanted to fight. Now.
Trunks was brought out from his thoughts when his father blasted off. He couldn't help but find that his father was more than a little obsessive about being a warrior.
Goku tilted his head, "He sure is in a hurry!" He exclaimed stupidly before blasting off after Vegeta.
Piccolo and Trunks following suit. The ultimate battle was soon going to occur, much to the grievance of Trunks and the anger of Piccolo.
Krillin's thoughts wandered back to the blond haired android that had been devoured by the hideous green monster. He silently wondered if there was any chance that she would return, given the chance. He kept up that small hope, hope for seeing the blonde haired beauty. If he did then he would die a very happy man.
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Vegeta flew at top speed, scanning the earth below as he blasted past almost every city, forest, wasteland, desert and even sea. He came up with nothing. Cell was nowhere to be found and it was aggravating him to no end.
He was beginning to grow restless, the power under his skin was itching to burst forth in fury. Fury for having so much time locked up inside, instead of fighting or being in battle like a true warrior should be.
He hated waiting around for the other pathetic idiots that called themselves warriors. Warriors! More like a bunch of weaklings and a waste of space. He could understand Goku's need to fight, as well as Gohan's for they were Saiya-jins. It was genetically inscribed in their DNA, impossible to rid yourself of no matter how hard one tried.
He smirked, knowing that he was far superior to Goku now, in every way. And yet his smirk fell and faded into a scowl. Doubt started to form in his mind, was Goku shielding his true power from everyone?
Is he calling everyone's bluff by pretending to be weaker than Vegeta, just so Vegeta could be happy in ignorant bliss at the thought that he is stronger? Shaking his head, he looked down at the vast expanse of land, determined to keep his mind clear from all of the protruding thoughts.
He growled unconsciously as he felt all of the Z senshi's presence, hot on his trail. He had warned them not to get in his way of Cell, but he would bet that the fool Kakarott had not listened to a word Vegeta had said.
He would be damned if he let that idiotic moron steal his glory yet again. Picking up his speed, he tried to distance himself even further from the group and tried in vain to search for the green monster, who had yet to show.
An immense power ahead of him, caught his undeniable attention. All thoughts had left him, and now he began to mentally prepare himself for the battle that was about to ensue.
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Trunks couldn't help but stare at his father, as he flew in front at a tremendous speed. Never had he seen his father so anxious to enter into battle. Was he really like this in the Mirai time? Of course he would never know. His eyes darkened at the prospect of not having a real family like chibi Trunks. That is if his father survived in this dimension.
He growled, much like Vegeta had as the large power ahead of them, came into focus. His heart began thundering in his chest. What if they couldn't beat Cell? What if Cell killed him? He knew his mother would be devestated at this death.
But wouldn't his younger mother be even more at a loss if Vegeta died in this long and arduous battle? He didn't think she would be able to handle the loss, even if she had sustained it in Mirai. In this dimension, it some how seemed as though they were closer to each other, it was odd and he could not fathom how things had been altered so much.
Trunks looked down at the vast expanse of deserted and rocky land, trying to pin point the exact position of Cell?
What would he do if he lost his father in this dimension?
In honesty, he didn't know he would do if he lost his father.. Again.
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A/N: I was going to put the fight between Cell and Vegeta in this chapter, but please forgive as I didn't have the strength to write anymore. Hopefully this is enough to keep you guys happy until I update again, which won't be long. Sorry for the delay and thank you for your reviews.
J XxX