Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of it's characters.
A bit of G&C in this chapter, so there's really more mushy stuff than angst in this one- but don't get your hopes down! There's still a few good scenes here and there.
And thank you to everyone who's been reading so far- and thank you for being patient with this fic!
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Weep Not For The Memories
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(CHAPTER THREE: A Woman In Denial)
Trunks hadn't responded to any of their questions or comments, instead he had chose to just sit there on the sofa and wait.- Wait for Goku to come out and confirm his death sentence- that is if he had spoken with his father. He could only pray that Gohan was wrong. ChiChi and her sons sat at the dinner table eating the meal she had provided, only one of their family members was missing at that table- and it was so unlike Goku to miss a meal. This really must have been important. They had all urged Trunks to come sit and eat with them but he had chosen to just ignore them.
Suddenly everyone's attention was drawn to the opening door of Goku's den, as he stepped out and searched around the room with his eyes, looking for Trunks.
He quickly spotted him on the couch and slowly made his way over to him, sitting down besides the child.- "Trunks?" Goku said softly as he placed his hand on Trunks's shoulder, causing Trunks to flinch back from the pain of the touch on his wound. Goku only stared at him with sympathy and care in his eyes, wondering what Trunks's eyes had seen and what pain- metal and physical he had endured all these years of his childhood. He knew Vegeta had done this to him, and he knew it wasn't from a sparing session, but what was there to say now? No one would really know what to say at a time like this to a youth like Trunks, not even Goku.
Instead Goku just softly pulled Trunks toward his chest and hugged him.
"Goku.." ChiChi whispered as she stood up from her place at the table once more.
Goku felt it time to remove the shelter of his loving arms from the child and so he tried to do so, but found Trunks was holding on to him tighter than Goku was him. For the first time in Trunks's life he had a male role-model just come up to him and hug him out of love. It might not have seemed that big a deal to Gohan or Goten or even Goku himself for that matter but it had meant the world to this young boy who has never known love from his own father. But he knew he had to let go, let go and let Goku go back to his own family- for Goku was not his father. However painful that was for Trunks to admit to himself.
Goku stood up and made his way over to his wife, tugging her into the kitchen.
"ChiChi." Goku began sternly. - "Vegeta's abusing him."
ChiChi's eyes widened.- "What do you mean?"
"He's beating Trunks, can't you see what's going on? Just look at the boy!" Goku stated softly so as not to let Trunks over-hear.
"Are you sure? He told us he was sparring with him." ChiChi was quick to question Goku's motives.
"ChiChi.." Goku rolled his eyes.
"Goku." ChiChi sighed. "I think that you should just stay out of this, it's really none of our business."
"Yes! Yes it is!" Goku shouted, drawing the attention of his sons and Trunks.
ChiChi smirked as Goku tugged her into the laundry room to further continue the conversation.
ChiChi basked away defensively from her husband.- "Goku!" she shouted.
"Look I'm going to take him home, okay?" Goku questioned gently.
"Why? If your so worried about him why don't we just let him stay here for the night?" ChiChi suggested in annoyance.
"Because." Goku exclaimed simply.- "I need to talk to Vegeta, he hung up on me in there so I'll just have a word with him face-to-face."
"All right Goku, but I still say you should just leave it be." ChiChi snorted.
"Leave it be?? And what? Just let Vegeta kill his own son?!" Goku yelled in defense to his planning actions.
ChiChi didn't say anything after that, she just stood there looking deeply into her husband's pour-hearted eyes. Would she have rather been looking into the eyes of a wise man? Than a man of pure heart and soul? She was happy with what she saw before her, that's why she stood there instead of running away. That's why she slowly leaned over to Goku, rapped her arms around him and touched his lips with hers. Which was un-expected but welcome by Goku, as the kiss was quickly broken as ChiChi backed away and smiled at him. - "There's no arguing with you Goku."
Goku smiled back at his wife, moving a piece of hair dangling down over her face and kissed her four-head. His strong, warm hands gently rubbing against the soft skin of her face. ChiChi placed her hand on his as he continued to touch and admire the warmth and softness of her pale skin.
"Dad!" Gohan bursted into the laundry room- interrupting his parents.
Goku and ChiChi, startled by their son's intrusion, looked over at Gohan in suspense of what was wrong.
"What Gohan?" Goku asked his son, almost angry at Gohan for walking in on them.
"Uhh.." Gohan stuttered- a bit embarrassed on what he had walked in on.- "Bulma's here."
Goku's eyes widened as he raced out of the laundry room, through the kitchen and into the living where Bulma sat next to her son.
"Bulma?!" Goku shrieked in confusion.
"Oh, Hi Goku." Bulma sighed, seeming out of breath.
"What are you.. doing here?" Goku questioned, raising an eye-brow.
"I..-" Bulma began to open her month to speak but quickly realized Goku staring at her arm.- "Bulma! Your bleeding!!" Goku exclaimed in worry as he walked over to her, examining her arm. _ "Oh Bulma.." Goku spoke under his breath.
"Oww!" she shrieked as he touched it.- "I'm fine Goku!" she pulled her arm away from him, rejecting his sympathy.
"I came to bring Trunks home." Bulma explained hostily as she grabbed Trunks's hand. Trunks looked up at her, wondering why she was so anxious to get home. She knew they'd both be beaten when they got there didn't she?
"Oh Bulma, why don't you stay for a while?" ChiChi offered as she walked into the room.
"No, we really can't." Bulma declined as she got up off the couch still holing Trunks's hand.
"Well wont you at least stay till it stop raining?" She urged them.
"Yeah, it's dangerous out on those roads in this weather." Gohan added to the conversation.
"I'll be fine." Bulma rolled her eyes as she headed for the front door.
"Oh, well call over here when you get home! Just to let us know you guys got home all right." ChiChi requested of her friend.
"Sure thing!" Fibbed Bulma in annoyance as she opened the door up, and was just about to head out to the car when...
"Bulma!" Goku shouted, Bulma was quick to stop in her tracts. "Vegeta, he did that to your arm didn't he?"
Silence over-flowed the room for a good while, Bulma clenching her fists- till she finally turned around to face Goku. And about to tell him off until she went to open her mouth, but nothing came out.
Goku just stood there waiting for an answer, but Bulma had no answers to give. She had too many questions of her own. She turned her head away from Goku, so as to look him in the eyes, she could have just lied but there was really nothing to say at that point. At least nothing that she wanted to say or admit.
"Bra is waiting in the car for me." Was all that made it's way out of her mouth as she stepped outside and over to her car. Buckling Trunks in and giving Goku one last glance before driving off.
(((A~N~ it's nice to know you guys are actually reading this stuff! :P Thanks SoccerChick88 for your kind comments!! And thanks to all of you!! I know this isn't as long as I promised it would be but that just seemed like a good ending point.- But I've already started on CHAPTER FOUR: A Wound Unhealing - That chapter promises some SERIOUS Vegeta bashing- he uses Bulma as a punching bag^_^ Yes I know I'm evil But this stuff is suppose to be SAD!!)))
A bit of G&C in this chapter, so there's really more mushy stuff than angst in this one- but don't get your hopes down! There's still a few good scenes here and there.
And thank you to everyone who's been reading so far- and thank you for being patient with this fic!
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Weep Not For The Memories
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(CHAPTER THREE: A Woman In Denial)
Trunks hadn't responded to any of their questions or comments, instead he had chose to just sit there on the sofa and wait.- Wait for Goku to come out and confirm his death sentence- that is if he had spoken with his father. He could only pray that Gohan was wrong. ChiChi and her sons sat at the dinner table eating the meal she had provided, only one of their family members was missing at that table- and it was so unlike Goku to miss a meal. This really must have been important. They had all urged Trunks to come sit and eat with them but he had chosen to just ignore them.
Suddenly everyone's attention was drawn to the opening door of Goku's den, as he stepped out and searched around the room with his eyes, looking for Trunks.
He quickly spotted him on the couch and slowly made his way over to him, sitting down besides the child.- "Trunks?" Goku said softly as he placed his hand on Trunks's shoulder, causing Trunks to flinch back from the pain of the touch on his wound. Goku only stared at him with sympathy and care in his eyes, wondering what Trunks's eyes had seen and what pain- metal and physical he had endured all these years of his childhood. He knew Vegeta had done this to him, and he knew it wasn't from a sparing session, but what was there to say now? No one would really know what to say at a time like this to a youth like Trunks, not even Goku.
Instead Goku just softly pulled Trunks toward his chest and hugged him.
"Goku.." ChiChi whispered as she stood up from her place at the table once more.
Goku felt it time to remove the shelter of his loving arms from the child and so he tried to do so, but found Trunks was holding on to him tighter than Goku was him. For the first time in Trunks's life he had a male role-model just come up to him and hug him out of love. It might not have seemed that big a deal to Gohan or Goten or even Goku himself for that matter but it had meant the world to this young boy who has never known love from his own father. But he knew he had to let go, let go and let Goku go back to his own family- for Goku was not his father. However painful that was for Trunks to admit to himself.
Goku stood up and made his way over to his wife, tugging her into the kitchen.
"ChiChi." Goku began sternly. - "Vegeta's abusing him."
ChiChi's eyes widened.- "What do you mean?"
"He's beating Trunks, can't you see what's going on? Just look at the boy!" Goku stated softly so as not to let Trunks over-hear.
"Are you sure? He told us he was sparring with him." ChiChi was quick to question Goku's motives.
"ChiChi.." Goku rolled his eyes.
"Goku." ChiChi sighed. "I think that you should just stay out of this, it's really none of our business."
"Yes! Yes it is!" Goku shouted, drawing the attention of his sons and Trunks.
ChiChi smirked as Goku tugged her into the laundry room to further continue the conversation.
ChiChi basked away defensively from her husband.- "Goku!" she shouted.
"Look I'm going to take him home, okay?" Goku questioned gently.
"Why? If your so worried about him why don't we just let him stay here for the night?" ChiChi suggested in annoyance.
"Because." Goku exclaimed simply.- "I need to talk to Vegeta, he hung up on me in there so I'll just have a word with him face-to-face."
"All right Goku, but I still say you should just leave it be." ChiChi snorted.
"Leave it be?? And what? Just let Vegeta kill his own son?!" Goku yelled in defense to his planning actions.
ChiChi didn't say anything after that, she just stood there looking deeply into her husband's pour-hearted eyes. Would she have rather been looking into the eyes of a wise man? Than a man of pure heart and soul? She was happy with what she saw before her, that's why she stood there instead of running away. That's why she slowly leaned over to Goku, rapped her arms around him and touched his lips with hers. Which was un-expected but welcome by Goku, as the kiss was quickly broken as ChiChi backed away and smiled at him. - "There's no arguing with you Goku."
Goku smiled back at his wife, moving a piece of hair dangling down over her face and kissed her four-head. His strong, warm hands gently rubbing against the soft skin of her face. ChiChi placed her hand on his as he continued to touch and admire the warmth and softness of her pale skin.
"Dad!" Gohan bursted into the laundry room- interrupting his parents.
Goku and ChiChi, startled by their son's intrusion, looked over at Gohan in suspense of what was wrong.
"What Gohan?" Goku asked his son, almost angry at Gohan for walking in on them.
"Uhh.." Gohan stuttered- a bit embarrassed on what he had walked in on.- "Bulma's here."
Goku's eyes widened as he raced out of the laundry room, through the kitchen and into the living where Bulma sat next to her son.
"Bulma?!" Goku shrieked in confusion.
"Oh, Hi Goku." Bulma sighed, seeming out of breath.
"What are you.. doing here?" Goku questioned, raising an eye-brow.
"I..-" Bulma began to open her month to speak but quickly realized Goku staring at her arm.- "Bulma! Your bleeding!!" Goku exclaimed in worry as he walked over to her, examining her arm. _ "Oh Bulma.." Goku spoke under his breath.
"Oww!" she shrieked as he touched it.- "I'm fine Goku!" she pulled her arm away from him, rejecting his sympathy.
"I came to bring Trunks home." Bulma explained hostily as she grabbed Trunks's hand. Trunks looked up at her, wondering why she was so anxious to get home. She knew they'd both be beaten when they got there didn't she?
"Oh Bulma, why don't you stay for a while?" ChiChi offered as she walked into the room.
"No, we really can't." Bulma declined as she got up off the couch still holing Trunks's hand.
"Well wont you at least stay till it stop raining?" She urged them.
"Yeah, it's dangerous out on those roads in this weather." Gohan added to the conversation.
"I'll be fine." Bulma rolled her eyes as she headed for the front door.
"Oh, well call over here when you get home! Just to let us know you guys got home all right." ChiChi requested of her friend.
"Sure thing!" Fibbed Bulma in annoyance as she opened the door up, and was just about to head out to the car when...
"Bulma!" Goku shouted, Bulma was quick to stop in her tracts. "Vegeta, he did that to your arm didn't he?"
Silence over-flowed the room for a good while, Bulma clenching her fists- till she finally turned around to face Goku. And about to tell him off until she went to open her mouth, but nothing came out.
Goku just stood there waiting for an answer, but Bulma had no answers to give. She had too many questions of her own. She turned her head away from Goku, so as to look him in the eyes, she could have just lied but there was really nothing to say at that point. At least nothing that she wanted to say or admit.
"Bra is waiting in the car for me." Was all that made it's way out of her mouth as she stepped outside and over to her car. Buckling Trunks in and giving Goku one last glance before driving off.
(((A~N~ it's nice to know you guys are actually reading this stuff! :P Thanks SoccerChick88 for your kind comments!! And thanks to all of you!! I know this isn't as long as I promised it would be but that just seemed like a good ending point.- But I've already started on CHAPTER FOUR: A Wound Unhealing - That chapter promises some SERIOUS Vegeta bashing- he uses Bulma as a punching bag^_^ Yes I know I'm evil But this stuff is suppose to be SAD!!)))