Chapter fifteen: Bloodties
Bulma sighed as she stared at the photo, it was of herself and Vegeta and their children. She was holding Trunks, staring down serenely at the tiny bundle, and Vegeta was holding a small girl, fighting tooth and nail to jump into the air
Namee, the tiny girl had very quickly learned the uses of her father's shoulders as a springboard. Bulma had known from the instant she was born, that Namee was all Vegeta, not an ounce of herself in there. By the time she had reached two, Namee had had an already muscled frame, not much, but a hell of a lot for a two year old. She had a solid but petite build, and wild hair that screamed only one word
Saijin
Bulma sighed and blinked back tears, wishing desperately for Vegeta, and Namee, the other half of her family.
Sometimes it felt as if she was the only one left. Trunks had become a completely hollowed out shell, he rarely spoke a word, and never smiled. He trained, but she knew his heart was not in it. She still remembered the way Namee would chase him around the house until he screamed loud enough to annoy Vegeta, who would then scoop up a writhing Namee and carry her to the gravity room where he would play a saijin version of tag with her until she was so tired she just dropped to sleep where she stood.
This had been Vegeta's way of dealing with the "energetic" girl as he called her. Bulma had never been able to handle her, Namee had never tried to hurt her but every now and again she would just refuse to be held, refused to be coddled, and would struggled until Bulma had to let her go or risk being kicked in the face.
Namee had never been one you could just hug at odd moments. She listened to Vegeta when he gave an order, but that was about it really.
Bulma sighed sadly, a tear slipping down her cheek.
The worst thing about this world was the silence.
An empty, deep silence that constantly reminded you that even if you were surrounded by people.
You were always alone.
Bulma lowered her head and wept. Suddenly footsteps came up from behind her and a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind
"Mother?" Bulma sighed, blinking back the tears that still fought to escape
"Trunks-" Bulma began, her nerve failing her
"Yes?"
"Be a good boy and bring me a glass of water" Trunks nodded silently and left the room.
Bulma sighed heavily.
"Vegeta, you bastard, you left me alone here" she whispered
"But you better take care of her up there" she smiled slightly
"Just try and accept her man as well"
*
Somewhere high above Vegeta looked down upon his mate and scowled
"Not a chance woman" he growled, sending a sideways glance at the petite woman beside him, she was holding a small bundle. And behind her, a few yards away, shrouded in shadow,
Was the silhouette of one condemned android
"Ven!" the small woman said sharply
"Get your ass over here and hold your bloody kid! You think I'm gonna do it all eternity!"
Ven sighed and smirked as he stepped closer to Mei
"Sometimes I wonder little thing, whether it was worth leaving hell for this" he took the bundle anyway
Pale blue eyes framed by a mane of wild blue hair stared back at him, and small slender fingers reached out to wrench on his own silky black strands. He winced and gently removed them, smirking at his daughter
"You know kid, it could be worse, you could have your grandfather's looks" he said softly. Then dodged a flying ki blast as it whistle past his ear.
"Temper, temper" he taunted softly
"I still need a name for her" Mei muttered, her well-muscled arms folded over the saijin breast plate she wore
"Namee" Vegeta grunted
Ven grinned and nodded
"It suits her, and anyway, at least he didn't have a hand in her appearance." Mei snatched the bundle as Seventeen turned and ran, Vegeta hot on his heels, ki blast in hand.
Mei sighed in annoyance as she gently rocked the tiny thing in her arms
"One, day brat" she murmured
"You'll meet your uncle"
*
Trunks felt a sudden breath of wind lift his hair and smiled, the first time he had smiled in a long time.
He took a breath of the cool evening air and stepped back along the corridor, glass of water in hand.
~~FIN~~
Bulma sighed as she stared at the photo, it was of herself and Vegeta and their children. She was holding Trunks, staring down serenely at the tiny bundle, and Vegeta was holding a small girl, fighting tooth and nail to jump into the air
Namee, the tiny girl had very quickly learned the uses of her father's shoulders as a springboard. Bulma had known from the instant she was born, that Namee was all Vegeta, not an ounce of herself in there. By the time she had reached two, Namee had had an already muscled frame, not much, but a hell of a lot for a two year old. She had a solid but petite build, and wild hair that screamed only one word
Saijin
Bulma sighed and blinked back tears, wishing desperately for Vegeta, and Namee, the other half of her family.
Sometimes it felt as if she was the only one left. Trunks had become a completely hollowed out shell, he rarely spoke a word, and never smiled. He trained, but she knew his heart was not in it. She still remembered the way Namee would chase him around the house until he screamed loud enough to annoy Vegeta, who would then scoop up a writhing Namee and carry her to the gravity room where he would play a saijin version of tag with her until she was so tired she just dropped to sleep where she stood.
This had been Vegeta's way of dealing with the "energetic" girl as he called her. Bulma had never been able to handle her, Namee had never tried to hurt her but every now and again she would just refuse to be held, refused to be coddled, and would struggled until Bulma had to let her go or risk being kicked in the face.
Namee had never been one you could just hug at odd moments. She listened to Vegeta when he gave an order, but that was about it really.
Bulma sighed sadly, a tear slipping down her cheek.
The worst thing about this world was the silence.
An empty, deep silence that constantly reminded you that even if you were surrounded by people.
You were always alone.
Bulma lowered her head and wept. Suddenly footsteps came up from behind her and a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind
"Mother?" Bulma sighed, blinking back the tears that still fought to escape
"Trunks-" Bulma began, her nerve failing her
"Yes?"
"Be a good boy and bring me a glass of water" Trunks nodded silently and left the room.
Bulma sighed heavily.
"Vegeta, you bastard, you left me alone here" she whispered
"But you better take care of her up there" she smiled slightly
"Just try and accept her man as well"
*
Somewhere high above Vegeta looked down upon his mate and scowled
"Not a chance woman" he growled, sending a sideways glance at the petite woman beside him, she was holding a small bundle. And behind her, a few yards away, shrouded in shadow,
Was the silhouette of one condemned android
"Ven!" the small woman said sharply
"Get your ass over here and hold your bloody kid! You think I'm gonna do it all eternity!"
Ven sighed and smirked as he stepped closer to Mei
"Sometimes I wonder little thing, whether it was worth leaving hell for this" he took the bundle anyway
Pale blue eyes framed by a mane of wild blue hair stared back at him, and small slender fingers reached out to wrench on his own silky black strands. He winced and gently removed them, smirking at his daughter
"You know kid, it could be worse, you could have your grandfather's looks" he said softly. Then dodged a flying ki blast as it whistle past his ear.
"Temper, temper" he taunted softly
"I still need a name for her" Mei muttered, her well-muscled arms folded over the saijin breast plate she wore
"Namee" Vegeta grunted
Ven grinned and nodded
"It suits her, and anyway, at least he didn't have a hand in her appearance." Mei snatched the bundle as Seventeen turned and ran, Vegeta hot on his heels, ki blast in hand.
Mei sighed in annoyance as she gently rocked the tiny thing in her arms
"One, day brat" she murmured
"You'll meet your uncle"
*
Trunks felt a sudden breath of wind lift his hair and smiled, the first time he had smiled in a long time.
He took a breath of the cool evening air and stepped back along the corridor, glass of water in hand.
~~FIN~~