Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z or any of it's characters mentioned in this fanfic and I also don't down that HottAY Elf from Lord of The Rings!! *sizzle* yeah you know the one.. Blonde hair.. Bow and arrows... what's his name? ^_^ Leo~!! *nickname* ~ *pet name if you will* ^.~
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Please Read Author Notes At Bottom
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Weep Not For The Memories
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(CHAPTER FOUR: A Wound Unhealing)
Trunks looked out the car window watching pass the street lights, burning brightly atop the long poles. The car was unusually silent that night driving to the place they unfortunately called home, even his baby sister Bra was being curiously quiet.
He caught glance of his mother crying to herself in the car mirror from time to time but that was about all that he got out of her. Wondering why he was born into this particular family, and why whoever was reasonable for his birth into this world had chosen him to endure this pain. What did he do to deserve a life like this? Thinking why he couldn't have been born into Goten's family and had haven Goku for a father. Snapping out of his daze as he placed his hand on the bandage covering his arm, noticing the blood and puss of the wound were staining through it. He unraveled the bandage to have a peek at how his arm was healing, but to honest with himself it was only looking worse.
Bulma had been feeling rather faint from what she had already put up with earlier tonight from her husband. And her arm began bothering her as well, she began dosing off, regrettably- Bulma had never before passed out or fallen asleep at the wheel before, especially not with her own children in the car. And Trunks's mind was so far off at the time he didn't even noticed the car slowly turning into the other lain as a tow-truck quickly approached them. Bulma's foot still stand on the gas-petal and the horn of the truck honking loudly. Trunks quickly realized what was happening and dashed up to the front seat shaking his mother violently.- "MOM!!" he screamed frantically.
"Ohh!!!" She suddenly cried out, awakening as if from a nightmare. Turning the steering wheel as fast as humanly possible for her abused body, off of the road and into the forest of trees on the side of it. As they were bumping through the woods hitting branches that broke a few car windows, shattering glass on her, Bra and Trunks. Only to end up hitting a giant tree head-on, full-speed in the end.
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"Daddy?" Goten questioned his father as his tugged on his Orange Gi.
"Yes son?" Goku answered with a serious face as he stared down at Goten.
"Is Trunks gunna be okay?" He asked sweetly.
"I don't know Goten.." Goku's response was quick and unsure as he took Goten's hand and led him into his room.- "Why don't you get ready for bed now?"
"Aww..." Goten sighed looking up at his dad with pleading puppy-dog eyes.
Goku just managed a half-smile on his face as he threw a pajama in his face and rubbed the top of his head.
"Is Gohan coming too?" Goten questioned his father.
"In a little bit." Goku comforted his son. "Come and say good night to your mother?"
"Nah.. that's okay." the youth smirked, pulling off his miniature Orange Gi and shirt and pulling the pajama over his head. - "Night Papa!"
Goku smiled devilishly- "G'night you little monkey! And don't stay up late watching TV!" Goku ended his good-nights with that as he closed his son's bedroom door.
Why was showing kindness to his own family such a difficult task for Vegeta? It came so easy to Goku, he just naturally liked smiling, liked being nice to others, and loving his family and friends. He cherished their lives more than his own. Why was Vegeta full of so much hate? Goku's mind wandered off as he paced into the kitchen- letting his stomach guide him of course.
"That's what happens when you skip a meal!" ChiChi intruded on his current state of thought as he quickly jumped out of it and turned to see his wife smiling at him.
"Hi ChiChi." Goku said softly, smiling as well.
"Here." Welcomed ChiChi as she handed him a plate. "I'll fix you a piece of pie while I heat up your dinner."
Goku's smile widened as he sat down in his chair, placing the plate down on the table. "Thanks."
ChiChi quickly stretched her head over to glance at her husband. "This really IS bothering you, isn't it?" ChiChi asked in worry as she set the piece of chocolate pie down on Goku's plate.
"It just doesn't make sense.." Goku frowned, stareing at his desert.
ChiChi placed his dinner in the microwave and set the time, and walked over to the table pulling out a chair and sitting the opposite direction from Goku.
"What doesn't make sense?" She asked curiously, a concerned tone.
"Just.. why?" Goku struggled for words, trying to explain his feelings.
"Why what?" His wife was quick to question.
Goku inhaled deeply and loosed up in his chair. "Why would Vegeta do something like this..?" he folded his hands trying to get comfortable, making direct eye contact with his wife- seeing her roll her eyes at the question.
"No ChiChi! Seriously! I mean sure Vegeta's got a bad past but this is his family we're talking about.... The woman he married, and his own child." Goku paused. "Saiyan or no Saiyan, Hell! I'm a Saiyan! And look at me.." Goku pointed out as he dismissed the use of the chop-sticks ChiChi had laid out for him and shoved the whole piece of pie in his mouth.
ChiChi let out a bit of a giggle- "Yes! Look at you!" She teased.
Goku was quick to put on his classic grin, peace sign and all.
"It doesn't matter whether or not someone's a Saiyan or a Human-being or.. whatever!!" ChiChi began- cringing at the thought of a certain green fellow. "The point is that Vegeta's got a problem, and NOT you! So why bother metling?"
"Because." Goku began. "It's the right thing to do."
The sound of the microwave beeping caused a reflex for ChiChi to stand up, she walked over and got his dinner. "Did it ever occur to you that you 'doing the right thing' could only make things worse for Trunks and Bulma?" ChiChi pointed-out in protest, laying his dinner down in front of him. Handing him his chop-sticks.
"I'm not going to let it get worse ChiChi, the whole point is to make it better for them!" Goku explained sternly, then easing up and licking his lips to the dish before him.
ChiChi tossed her hair in back her shoulder. "Fine. You ask for my advise and then don't take it.." She said, sounding hurt out of annoyance.
"Aww.. ChiChi.." Goku sighed feeling shameful. "I didn't mean it like th.."
he stopped in his sentence as ChiChi smiled at him devilishly. "Like I said before.. there's no arguing with you Goku." She sighed calmly walking over to the sink full of dishes.
Goku took a hand full of food a shoved it in his mouth. "hhmmm.." Goku frowned.
"What's wrong Goku?" She exclaimed, a sad tone of voice.
Goku's half-frown caused ChiChi to walk over to his side. "It's just..." he began- ChiChi's expression urging him to continue. "The last time you said that I got a kiss." He pouted.
ChiChi smirked and slyly handed him his chop-sticks, wiping his face off around his mouth with her sleeve. "Eat your dinner dear." She whispered, trying her best to attract her husband's FULL attention.
Goku stared over at her with puppy-dog eyes, trying his best to look lonely.
ChiChi slowly approached him, as he watched her hips swing back and forth through her pace. Smiling wider the closer she got, until she stood right next to him- leaning down to him and pecking a kiss on his neck. Goku's expression turned from a simple smiling facial tone, to a longing for satisfaction from his lover, as he pulled her closer- standing up from his chair. As ChiChi continued placing kisses all over his neck, and finding a way up to his mouth -as the two began indulging themselves in a passionate symbol of their affection for each other. Only the kiss wasn't so quickly broken this time, but rather welcomed with arms wide open from both mates, both longing for more with each moment that passed by.
But eventually they pulled away, gasping for air. ChiChi smirked slyly at her husband.- "How was that?" She sighed, satisfaction in her tone.
Quick to smile, Goku grabbed his wife's hand- his gentle grip. "It was okay.."
"Just 'okay'?" ChiChi raised an eye brow.
Goku nodded, still smiling.
"And I suppose you think you can do better?" ChiChi challenged her husband.
"As a matter of fact.." He began temptingly, inches away from his wife.
As he leaned over to taste her rosy lips once more. A bit surprised by her husband's behavior, ChiChi was almost startled- realizing Goku's sudden longing to kiss her. But she didn't dare to question, but rather enjoy it while she could.
But it was only a matter of seconds till their passion was interrupted as they parted from one another.
"Mommy.. I can't sleep.." Goten complained softly, walking into the kitchen and rubbing his eyes.
ChiChi gave Goku a look that seemed to say 'Maybe later' in reference to what they had yet to finish, and kneeled down to where her demi-saiyan son stood.- "You can't?"
Goku smiled with a brief nod of the head and sat back down at the table to finish his meal.
"No.." he whined.
"Well why not?"
"Too much noise.." Goten's complaint was short.
"What?" ChiChi looked at her son in disbelief. Her and Goku hadn't been making that much noise, as a matter of fact they had been keeping their conversation down to almost a whisper. And the boys bedroom door was closed, just as it always was every night.
"You mean your father and me?"
"No.." Goten sighed.
ChiChi raised an eye brow.
"Gohan." He pointed toward their bedroom.
Goku glanced over at Goten, raising an eye brow with a mouth full of food.
"Gohan?" ChiChi asked her son.
"Yeah.."
"Well what's he doing in there?"
"Talking.. on the phone.."
"The phone?" she paused. "And to whom maybe I ask he's talking to?" ChiChi placed her hands on her hips as her attitude quickly changed from curiosity to irritation.
"I dunno.." Goten yawned as he stretched his arms out in the air. "Some girl.."
ChiChi's eyes widened, anger modivatating her body to flinch as it was.
"GOHAN SON!!" She stood up from her kneeling position and stomped over to her son's room, swinging the already open door into the wall.
"YOUR TALKING TO THAT TRAMPY GIRL AGAIN AREN'T YOU!? THAT.. THAT VIDEL CHARACTER?!" She stormed in on him, raising all hell in the son house hold. As usual..
Gohan, startled to see his mom burst in screaming at him -fell back in his chair.
"Uhhhh.. Videl.. can I call you back later??" Gohan whispered into the phone.
"HEY YOUNG MAN!! GIVE ME THAT PHONE!!" - "No mom.. hey!!" - "EXCUSE ME MISS VIDEL BUT I'D APPRECIATE IT IF YOU'D STOP PESTERING MY GOHAN!! YOU SHOULD MY ASHAMED.. THROWING YOURSELF AT BOYS!! WHY WHEN I WAS YOUR AGE........."
Goku just smiled listening to the conversation going on between ChiChi, Videl and Gohan- who unfortunately seemed to have little word in it. Goku shook his head- that cheesy grin and an expression on his face that seemed to say 'This is my life'.
He leaned back in his chair as he finished licking up the last grain of rice on his plate and jumped down to the floor.
Rubbing his stomach in satisfaction, :::I guess I'll just leave them be::: Goku thought as he stepped into the living room and over near the front door, getting back on track with more serious matters. :::I'll just sneak out:::
Goku stared up at the night sky, lit up by all the stars and moon. It brought some kind of peace and solitude to him, just staring into the sky- especially the day's sky with all the soft, white, fluffy clouds. After all he was named after them.
But the night was comforting enough as well, at least to him who got to stop and appreciate this type of thing. He frowned. "Dont worry Trunks.. I'm coming." He whispered under his breath. "But first I should stop at Kami's place for some senzu beans, I have a feelings they might come in handy."
He flew up into the blanket of stars that he had gazed upon moments ago- headed for Kami's and then to Capsule Corp. He was bent on setting things right for Bulma's family.
--
Blood slowly dripped down from atop Bulma's forehead, broken pieces of glass surrounded her. Unconscious and unaware, unaware of anything anymore. Her family, her place in the world, or why any of this had to of happened to her. She just lay still there, waiting for death to overcome and liberate her from this nightmare called life. As did her eldest, as the faint sound of a baby's cry was the one thing it took for young Trunks to open his eyes, cut up and bleeding. He tried to make out where he was, looking around, his vision blurred. Then the memory hit him, they had crashed.
"Mom!" He exclaimed in a whisper, sounding out of breath.
He forced his frail, abused body up near his mother, shaking her gently at first as his hand rest on her shoulder.
"Mom.." He spoke louder, shaking her harder.
"Mom.." He sobbed, tears welling up in his eyes. He couldn't bare to loser her, and he feared that he was about to. She was the one who cared about him, they only one who would look at him and smile and make him feel like he was important. That there was a reason he was put on this Earth, in this time, with this woman to call his mother. She's his happiness, his everything. And without her in his life, Vegeta might as well kill him.
"Dont die.." He begged her, pushing his silk, lavender hair back.
He crawled up to the seat next to her and leaned over to rest on her, as he just let the tears flow down. And while he was resting his head, he also tried to check and see if her heart was still beating.
His eyes widened, "ahh.." he sighed. There was a heart beat! It was faint was she was still breathing. And that's all that mattered to him.
He hugged her, his small, weak arms wrapped around her waist.
Their hearts beating in sync, their pain the same, and the love the felt for each other was the only thing that kept them both going.
Why did his father have to be the way he was? If it weren't for him Bulma and Trunks, and Bra could all be living happily ever after. Not without Vegeta of though, just a different one. Trunks may not have felt very close to his dad, but he would never wish him dead- no matter what he may have done to him or his mom. He was still his father, and that's just the way Trunks saw things.
A soon to be 8-year-old having to carry the world on his shoulders.
"Uuhhh.." Bulma moaned, her eyes searching around behind her lids.
Trunks's icy cold touch on her back, caused her to flinch forward as she realized her son rest on her lap.
"Ohh.." she sighed weakly, a half smile to show her happiness to see her son.
"Hi mom.." Trunks smiled softly.
Bulma took a death breath. "Sweet-heart.."
"You okay?" His youthful voice comforting to her, she smiled and nodded her head.
"You?"
"I'm all right." He answered untruthfully.
"Are you sure?"
Trunks nodded as he moved over to the seat beside her. - "So how are we gonna get out of here?"
"Oh.. damn.. uumm.. well I'm sure we'll think of something." Bulma dreaded.
To Be Continued... :-P
(A~N~ soooo sorry guys!! I've been so busy I just couldn't find the time to update this thing, I had to go to my aunt's funeral in Charlotte and.. uhhh. it's been hectic. with school and what not.. :P BLAH!! N eWAY yeah I know I promised some good Vegeta smacking Bulma up but you know how it is.. I over did it with the Goku and ChiChi, not enough detail with the speech tags and uhh.. this is my suckiest chapter yet. But hey it's something to keep you guys holding on.. and just so you guys wont give up on me and WNFTM here's a little preview of what's to come:
Vegeta beats Bulma
Goku shows up
Some body dies.. and it's not Bulma.. ^.^
okay? now ponder those thoughts.. SYO!!)
(IMPORTANT)
Please Read Author Notes At Bottom
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Weep Not For The Memories
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(CHAPTER FOUR: A Wound Unhealing)
Trunks looked out the car window watching pass the street lights, burning brightly atop the long poles. The car was unusually silent that night driving to the place they unfortunately called home, even his baby sister Bra was being curiously quiet.
He caught glance of his mother crying to herself in the car mirror from time to time but that was about all that he got out of her. Wondering why he was born into this particular family, and why whoever was reasonable for his birth into this world had chosen him to endure this pain. What did he do to deserve a life like this? Thinking why he couldn't have been born into Goten's family and had haven Goku for a father. Snapping out of his daze as he placed his hand on the bandage covering his arm, noticing the blood and puss of the wound were staining through it. He unraveled the bandage to have a peek at how his arm was healing, but to honest with himself it was only looking worse.
Bulma had been feeling rather faint from what she had already put up with earlier tonight from her husband. And her arm began bothering her as well, she began dosing off, regrettably- Bulma had never before passed out or fallen asleep at the wheel before, especially not with her own children in the car. And Trunks's mind was so far off at the time he didn't even noticed the car slowly turning into the other lain as a tow-truck quickly approached them. Bulma's foot still stand on the gas-petal and the horn of the truck honking loudly. Trunks quickly realized what was happening and dashed up to the front seat shaking his mother violently.- "MOM!!" he screamed frantically.
"Ohh!!!" She suddenly cried out, awakening as if from a nightmare. Turning the steering wheel as fast as humanly possible for her abused body, off of the road and into the forest of trees on the side of it. As they were bumping through the woods hitting branches that broke a few car windows, shattering glass on her, Bra and Trunks. Only to end up hitting a giant tree head-on, full-speed in the end.
--
"Daddy?" Goten questioned his father as his tugged on his Orange Gi.
"Yes son?" Goku answered with a serious face as he stared down at Goten.
"Is Trunks gunna be okay?" He asked sweetly.
"I don't know Goten.." Goku's response was quick and unsure as he took Goten's hand and led him into his room.- "Why don't you get ready for bed now?"
"Aww..." Goten sighed looking up at his dad with pleading puppy-dog eyes.
Goku just managed a half-smile on his face as he threw a pajama in his face and rubbed the top of his head.
"Is Gohan coming too?" Goten questioned his father.
"In a little bit." Goku comforted his son. "Come and say good night to your mother?"
"Nah.. that's okay." the youth smirked, pulling off his miniature Orange Gi and shirt and pulling the pajama over his head. - "Night Papa!"
Goku smiled devilishly- "G'night you little monkey! And don't stay up late watching TV!" Goku ended his good-nights with that as he closed his son's bedroom door.
Why was showing kindness to his own family such a difficult task for Vegeta? It came so easy to Goku, he just naturally liked smiling, liked being nice to others, and loving his family and friends. He cherished their lives more than his own. Why was Vegeta full of so much hate? Goku's mind wandered off as he paced into the kitchen- letting his stomach guide him of course.
"That's what happens when you skip a meal!" ChiChi intruded on his current state of thought as he quickly jumped out of it and turned to see his wife smiling at him.
"Hi ChiChi." Goku said softly, smiling as well.
"Here." Welcomed ChiChi as she handed him a plate. "I'll fix you a piece of pie while I heat up your dinner."
Goku's smile widened as he sat down in his chair, placing the plate down on the table. "Thanks."
ChiChi quickly stretched her head over to glance at her husband. "This really IS bothering you, isn't it?" ChiChi asked in worry as she set the piece of chocolate pie down on Goku's plate.
"It just doesn't make sense.." Goku frowned, stareing at his desert.
ChiChi placed his dinner in the microwave and set the time, and walked over to the table pulling out a chair and sitting the opposite direction from Goku.
"What doesn't make sense?" She asked curiously, a concerned tone.
"Just.. why?" Goku struggled for words, trying to explain his feelings.
"Why what?" His wife was quick to question.
Goku inhaled deeply and loosed up in his chair. "Why would Vegeta do something like this..?" he folded his hands trying to get comfortable, making direct eye contact with his wife- seeing her roll her eyes at the question.
"No ChiChi! Seriously! I mean sure Vegeta's got a bad past but this is his family we're talking about.... The woman he married, and his own child." Goku paused. "Saiyan or no Saiyan, Hell! I'm a Saiyan! And look at me.." Goku pointed out as he dismissed the use of the chop-sticks ChiChi had laid out for him and shoved the whole piece of pie in his mouth.
ChiChi let out a bit of a giggle- "Yes! Look at you!" She teased.
Goku was quick to put on his classic grin, peace sign and all.
"It doesn't matter whether or not someone's a Saiyan or a Human-being or.. whatever!!" ChiChi began- cringing at the thought of a certain green fellow. "The point is that Vegeta's got a problem, and NOT you! So why bother metling?"
"Because." Goku began. "It's the right thing to do."
The sound of the microwave beeping caused a reflex for ChiChi to stand up, she walked over and got his dinner. "Did it ever occur to you that you 'doing the right thing' could only make things worse for Trunks and Bulma?" ChiChi pointed-out in protest, laying his dinner down in front of him. Handing him his chop-sticks.
"I'm not going to let it get worse ChiChi, the whole point is to make it better for them!" Goku explained sternly, then easing up and licking his lips to the dish before him.
ChiChi tossed her hair in back her shoulder. "Fine. You ask for my advise and then don't take it.." She said, sounding hurt out of annoyance.
"Aww.. ChiChi.." Goku sighed feeling shameful. "I didn't mean it like th.."
he stopped in his sentence as ChiChi smiled at him devilishly. "Like I said before.. there's no arguing with you Goku." She sighed calmly walking over to the sink full of dishes.
Goku took a hand full of food a shoved it in his mouth. "hhmmm.." Goku frowned.
"What's wrong Goku?" She exclaimed, a sad tone of voice.
Goku's half-frown caused ChiChi to walk over to his side. "It's just..." he began- ChiChi's expression urging him to continue. "The last time you said that I got a kiss." He pouted.
ChiChi smirked and slyly handed him his chop-sticks, wiping his face off around his mouth with her sleeve. "Eat your dinner dear." She whispered, trying her best to attract her husband's FULL attention.
Goku stared over at her with puppy-dog eyes, trying his best to look lonely.
ChiChi slowly approached him, as he watched her hips swing back and forth through her pace. Smiling wider the closer she got, until she stood right next to him- leaning down to him and pecking a kiss on his neck. Goku's expression turned from a simple smiling facial tone, to a longing for satisfaction from his lover, as he pulled her closer- standing up from his chair. As ChiChi continued placing kisses all over his neck, and finding a way up to his mouth -as the two began indulging themselves in a passionate symbol of their affection for each other. Only the kiss wasn't so quickly broken this time, but rather welcomed with arms wide open from both mates, both longing for more with each moment that passed by.
But eventually they pulled away, gasping for air. ChiChi smirked slyly at her husband.- "How was that?" She sighed, satisfaction in her tone.
Quick to smile, Goku grabbed his wife's hand- his gentle grip. "It was okay.."
"Just 'okay'?" ChiChi raised an eye brow.
Goku nodded, still smiling.
"And I suppose you think you can do better?" ChiChi challenged her husband.
"As a matter of fact.." He began temptingly, inches away from his wife.
As he leaned over to taste her rosy lips once more. A bit surprised by her husband's behavior, ChiChi was almost startled- realizing Goku's sudden longing to kiss her. But she didn't dare to question, but rather enjoy it while she could.
But it was only a matter of seconds till their passion was interrupted as they parted from one another.
"Mommy.. I can't sleep.." Goten complained softly, walking into the kitchen and rubbing his eyes.
ChiChi gave Goku a look that seemed to say 'Maybe later' in reference to what they had yet to finish, and kneeled down to where her demi-saiyan son stood.- "You can't?"
Goku smiled with a brief nod of the head and sat back down at the table to finish his meal.
"No.." he whined.
"Well why not?"
"Too much noise.." Goten's complaint was short.
"What?" ChiChi looked at her son in disbelief. Her and Goku hadn't been making that much noise, as a matter of fact they had been keeping their conversation down to almost a whisper. And the boys bedroom door was closed, just as it always was every night.
"You mean your father and me?"
"No.." Goten sighed.
ChiChi raised an eye brow.
"Gohan." He pointed toward their bedroom.
Goku glanced over at Goten, raising an eye brow with a mouth full of food.
"Gohan?" ChiChi asked her son.
"Yeah.."
"Well what's he doing in there?"
"Talking.. on the phone.."
"The phone?" she paused. "And to whom maybe I ask he's talking to?" ChiChi placed her hands on her hips as her attitude quickly changed from curiosity to irritation.
"I dunno.." Goten yawned as he stretched his arms out in the air. "Some girl.."
ChiChi's eyes widened, anger modivatating her body to flinch as it was.
"GOHAN SON!!" She stood up from her kneeling position and stomped over to her son's room, swinging the already open door into the wall.
"YOUR TALKING TO THAT TRAMPY GIRL AGAIN AREN'T YOU!? THAT.. THAT VIDEL CHARACTER?!" She stormed in on him, raising all hell in the son house hold. As usual..
Gohan, startled to see his mom burst in screaming at him -fell back in his chair.
"Uhhhh.. Videl.. can I call you back later??" Gohan whispered into the phone.
"HEY YOUNG MAN!! GIVE ME THAT PHONE!!" - "No mom.. hey!!" - "EXCUSE ME MISS VIDEL BUT I'D APPRECIATE IT IF YOU'D STOP PESTERING MY GOHAN!! YOU SHOULD MY ASHAMED.. THROWING YOURSELF AT BOYS!! WHY WHEN I WAS YOUR AGE........."
Goku just smiled listening to the conversation going on between ChiChi, Videl and Gohan- who unfortunately seemed to have little word in it. Goku shook his head- that cheesy grin and an expression on his face that seemed to say 'This is my life'.
He leaned back in his chair as he finished licking up the last grain of rice on his plate and jumped down to the floor.
Rubbing his stomach in satisfaction, :::I guess I'll just leave them be::: Goku thought as he stepped into the living room and over near the front door, getting back on track with more serious matters. :::I'll just sneak out:::
Goku stared up at the night sky, lit up by all the stars and moon. It brought some kind of peace and solitude to him, just staring into the sky- especially the day's sky with all the soft, white, fluffy clouds. After all he was named after them.
But the night was comforting enough as well, at least to him who got to stop and appreciate this type of thing. He frowned. "Dont worry Trunks.. I'm coming." He whispered under his breath. "But first I should stop at Kami's place for some senzu beans, I have a feelings they might come in handy."
He flew up into the blanket of stars that he had gazed upon moments ago- headed for Kami's and then to Capsule Corp. He was bent on setting things right for Bulma's family.
--
Blood slowly dripped down from atop Bulma's forehead, broken pieces of glass surrounded her. Unconscious and unaware, unaware of anything anymore. Her family, her place in the world, or why any of this had to of happened to her. She just lay still there, waiting for death to overcome and liberate her from this nightmare called life. As did her eldest, as the faint sound of a baby's cry was the one thing it took for young Trunks to open his eyes, cut up and bleeding. He tried to make out where he was, looking around, his vision blurred. Then the memory hit him, they had crashed.
"Mom!" He exclaimed in a whisper, sounding out of breath.
He forced his frail, abused body up near his mother, shaking her gently at first as his hand rest on her shoulder.
"Mom.." He spoke louder, shaking her harder.
"Mom.." He sobbed, tears welling up in his eyes. He couldn't bare to loser her, and he feared that he was about to. She was the one who cared about him, they only one who would look at him and smile and make him feel like he was important. That there was a reason he was put on this Earth, in this time, with this woman to call his mother. She's his happiness, his everything. And without her in his life, Vegeta might as well kill him.
"Dont die.." He begged her, pushing his silk, lavender hair back.
He crawled up to the seat next to her and leaned over to rest on her, as he just let the tears flow down. And while he was resting his head, he also tried to check and see if her heart was still beating.
His eyes widened, "ahh.." he sighed. There was a heart beat! It was faint was she was still breathing. And that's all that mattered to him.
He hugged her, his small, weak arms wrapped around her waist.
Their hearts beating in sync, their pain the same, and the love the felt for each other was the only thing that kept them both going.
Why did his father have to be the way he was? If it weren't for him Bulma and Trunks, and Bra could all be living happily ever after. Not without Vegeta of though, just a different one. Trunks may not have felt very close to his dad, but he would never wish him dead- no matter what he may have done to him or his mom. He was still his father, and that's just the way Trunks saw things.
A soon to be 8-year-old having to carry the world on his shoulders.
"Uuhhh.." Bulma moaned, her eyes searching around behind her lids.
Trunks's icy cold touch on her back, caused her to flinch forward as she realized her son rest on her lap.
"Ohh.." she sighed weakly, a half smile to show her happiness to see her son.
"Hi mom.." Trunks smiled softly.
Bulma took a death breath. "Sweet-heart.."
"You okay?" His youthful voice comforting to her, she smiled and nodded her head.
"You?"
"I'm all right." He answered untruthfully.
"Are you sure?"
Trunks nodded as he moved over to the seat beside her. - "So how are we gonna get out of here?"
"Oh.. damn.. uumm.. well I'm sure we'll think of something." Bulma dreaded.
To Be Continued... :-P
(A~N~ soooo sorry guys!! I've been so busy I just couldn't find the time to update this thing, I had to go to my aunt's funeral in Charlotte and.. uhhh. it's been hectic. with school and what not.. :P BLAH!! N eWAY yeah I know I promised some good Vegeta smacking Bulma up but you know how it is.. I over did it with the Goku and ChiChi, not enough detail with the speech tags and uhh.. this is my suckiest chapter yet. But hey it's something to keep you guys holding on.. and just so you guys wont give up on me and WNFTM here's a little preview of what's to come:
Vegeta beats Bulma
Goku shows up
Some body dies.. and it's not Bulma.. ^.^
okay? now ponder those thoughts.. SYO!!)