Funeral Day
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It was a large funeral for Bulma Briefs-Vegeta on a day that suited the grim feeling in everyone's heart. The sky was dark and threatening rain, but has not yet begun to start. There was a cold wind and everyone was wearing dark long coats and carried black umbrellas.
Everyone showed up for the unexpected passing of the well-known woman. There was only a few remaining in the graveyard, and one that had stayed back from the crowd, not wanting to hear anyone's condolences. He was alone now while all the others went back to reminisce about how everyone life was going to be empty now without her.
He had not spoken to anyone in the past week. Not because he didn't know what to say, but because he was afraid to talk, afraid that he would crack. Soyna and Bra were the only ones that he even allowed to come near him. Bra was painful to look at. He never realized how much she looked like her mother and she would look for comfort from him along with trying to comfort him at the same time. It was just to hard to be near her right now he chose to shun her to keep his own sanity. Soyna didn't even try to get him to talk. She would make sure that he had food and made sure that he ate it and they would just sit in silence together. She seemed to understand his inner turmoil. He growled at everyone else and even threw his own son out of the house.
She was gone.
She was too stubborn to die! She deserved a much more dramatic death than the one she had. She did not deserve to die in that lonely hospital room with doctors hovering over her! She did not deserve that at all.
He put the hands on the cold stone that bore her name. It was not fair that she was the first to go. She was good. Good. Loud and mouthy but she was good! She was always there to build something to pull them out of the fire. Pull him out of the fire, so many times just with the.
He shook his head and removed his hands from the stone. He could see that his fingers left marks there.
He looked over to see his granddaughter standing with two of her children. Benot and Cyrus. They were waiting for him.
Cyrus. She took care of Cyrus a lot. When Soyna needed her rest when he was sick, She was there to take care of the boy. She was always doting on the child as bad as Soyna did. She said that she finally had a grandchild that took after her!
Benot opened and umbrella and walked away from his mother. He looked so much like Trunks did at that age. Was it starting to rain? He couldn't feel it against his skin. Cyrus opened his own umbrella that was shaped like a dragon, with a tail and two large red eyes and claws painted on the thin nylon. He knew that She bought it for him. He had asked her why she always had to buy such silly gifts for the children.
Her answer was always a curt, "Well, because they are children, you big oaf."
Flint had one that was an orange tiger, Flare had a black cat, Gem had a pink pig, and of course, Cyrus got the green dragon.
Dragon.
..........
"Do you think Papa will come with us?" Cyrus said as he opened his umbrella. It was his favorite thing in the world. And now with Oma gone, he was going to treasure it even more.
"I don't know," Soyna said. "We shall see," she said and looked distracted over to where Vegeta stood oblivious to the rain that was now falling on him.
It was starting to get cold out. He actually preferred the cold weather to the warm. It was always easier to breath in the cool air and the moisture and the fresh smells didn't make him feel like he was so sick after all. His chest never felt tight in the cold weather.
He looked over at his mom. She had been spending a lot of time with Vegeta. Trying to get him to talk or something. He didn't understand his moodiness but he couldn't blame Vegeta for being sad. He cried for three days and he didn't make it through the funeral, before he found himself crying into his father's chest. This was one time, when he cried; no one called him a wimp. Mom looked sad and her eyes looked tired beneath the hood that she wore. He knew that she wouldn't admit to being tired, but he would have to try to convince her that he was going to be okay so that she would go to be early. He would have to talk to dad to help him.
He looked over at his brother who was talking to the driver of their car. It was waiting to take them back to the reception and he was getting anxious.
"Mom?"
"Hum?" she said and looked down at him. Her eyes looked dreamy. She was missing Oma as well.
"I don't think we should wait for Papa Vegeta," he said.
"And why is that?" she said looking back over to him. Vegeta was getting soaked and it looked like he didn't care.
"I think he needs to be alone with Oma for a little while," he said and looked back up at his mom. "Plus, you know that he doesn't like cars." Vegeta was never one to like cars. He would always complain that it was faster flying.
She gave him a sad smile and patted his head. "When did you get so smart?" She started to walk to the car and he followed careful not to get his new shoes to dirty. He heard a faint sound. He looked back over to Vegeta and saw that he had removed his hands from the stone and looked like he was shaking.
But it could have been the rain.
...............
Goten had been waiting for his wife to return and had waited by the door for her to arrive. He took her coat from her and told Cyrus to fold up his umbrella. Benot then carted him off into the throngs of people that were in the reception hall.
"Did Vegeta come?" he asked.
"He looked like he needed to be alone," She said and sighed. She leaned against him and he gave her a hug. She had been doing this a lot lately. The first couple of times, it had shocked the absolute hell out of him, but now, he was used to it and gladly embraced her. Her arms wrapping around his waist and she rested her head against his chest. "I hope he will be okay."
He absolutely reveled in holding her. Usually she would not allow that 'mushy stuff' in public, but her own sorrow for the loss of her grandmother, overpowered her usual manner and he liked it. He felt bad for thinking that way, but his wife was not that cuddly, unless they were alone. He enjoyed it and he did enjoy the envious looks that he saw coming from some of the men.
"Let's go join the crowd," he said. "And you should eat something. I don't think you ate anything for breakfast, did you?"
"I am a little hungry," she said and pulled away, but not that far, he was still able to keep his arm around her waist as they walked. She faltered a bit as they walked into the room with all the people. A lot he didn't know. He knew that most had to do with the company and such. He urged her forward as they came into the room. He could see her eyes instantly scanning for their children. Legen and Fry were talking quietly at a table next to Gohan and Videl. Legen looked exhausted. He had been hit by this hard and he wasn't willing to admit it. He was trying to keep a happy outlook but they could hear him crying at night. Benot was at the buffet with Cyrus and they were getting something to eat. Flint and Flare were with Gem in a corner talking quietly for now. Everyone was behaving.
She relaxed and they went to join Benot and Cyrus who were filling up their plates.
She glanced over to where Trunks and Bra stood taking condolences from mostly strangers. Junior was there too, due to the fact that he was a well know V.P. who was some how related to her, even though, outside the family, no one knew how.
"Here mom," Cyrus said and handed her a plate. "The sweet cakes are really good. Make sure you have one." He said and looked at his own plate. "I have lots of them. They were Oma's favorite you know. You have to have one!" He said.
"I will," she said and she moved away from him to join her son at the buffet line. Benot nibbled off his own plate.
"Sandwich?" Benot said and offered his own plate to him. He gratefully took one, even though he wasn't very hungry. He and Benot got a long decently now. They seldom fought, even though they had a few tension filled days they were becoming few.
"Thanks." He said.
He attributed it to the fact that Benot finally realized that he did love his mother and there was nothing that was going to change that, at least the brat didn't call him a wimp anymore. Of course, he didn't call him a brat any more either. He was going to turn into a good man. He was more worried about the troublemaker Legen and his ever-ready accomplice Fry were becoming. He hoped that they would grow out of it. Of course, it took him until. well, until he was old to out grow that. It also took a woman.
He looked back over to Soyna who was now moving away from the table with a plate that looked half empty.
Of course, Cyrus plate was over loaded. The kid would only eat half of it and he most likely would finish it off for him. He was glad that he worked out or he was sure that he would have turned into a whale a long time ago.
He saw that she was walking towards Goku and ChiChi who were sitting quietly and solemnly in the corner. He motioned to Benot and they went over to the table to listen to the stories that were to be told of Bulma and how much she was going to be missed.
..........
Vegeta watched them go and was actually glad to see them do so. He had no intention of going to that stupid party that they were holding.
He didn't want to talk to anyone there.
He started to feel cold. The rain. It was moving the chill into his bones. He looked down at the grave of Her and still couldn't believe that it was there. He slowly turned and walked away, the opposite way that he saw the others go.
He allowed the rain to numb him. It numbed his mind and body as he walked and he didn't care. He really had no reason to care anymore, now did he? She was the reason that he had stayed.as much as he would have never admitted it.. He stayed because of Her.
He had made himself believe that he stayed because he wanted to get strong enough to beat Kakarott. but that was not it. He stayed because She was not afraid of him and that she was the most beautiful creature that he had ever known. Not that he told her that.
He stopped walking for a bit. He closed his eyes and let the cold rain wash down his face as he looked up to the sky. He never told her any of that.
She hunted for it. She tried to get him to say stuff like that, but he never did. he knew that he should have.
He looked down at the ground and started to walk again.
If he had one more day, he would make up for all the stupid things that he said to her. He had done a lot of things to upset her and he would ignore her and he would. damn it. He blasted a tree, just trying to get some of the anger that he had at himself out of his system, but it was surprisingly unsatisfying.
Again, he purposely allowed his mind to go blank and he tried to think of nothing and let the rain wash all the thought away, but it wasn't working. She kept popping into his head and so did the boy, Cyrus.
She always had that boy in the lab with her. Always. The boy was a weakling with the brain of. well, Her. He had to admit. She was a smart woman and he was an equally brilliant boy. But he knew that was not why he was thinking of Cyrus. He was thinking of Cyrus because of the promise that he holds.
A promise that he knew that was slim and so far out of reach, but it if could only give him just one more.
.......
"MOM?" Cyrus whined. "I'm not cold!" Cyrus said as he struggled in his sweater. It was way to big for him. Goten wanted to laugh, but he didn't want to have both of them glaring at him.
"I don't care," she said. "You are not going to get sick!" She said. "Just roll up the sleeves."
Cyrus eyes narrowed. He looked at the long arms of the sleeves that were dragging on the ground and the bottom of the sweater reached his knees. It looked so cute. Cyrus sure could get a certainly an evil look when he wanted to. Goten heard him mutter about something to the effect that the sleeve was all that he needed. He nearly burst out laughing at that.
His snort was heard and he got the evil look from both of them. "He will be fine, Soyna. We'll just head right home."
She nodded. "Okay then, you can take it off," she sighed.
Cyrus gave a large smile and began to struggle to get out of the overly large sweater.
"Hey," Legen said as he came up behind them. "Why is Cyrus wearing a dress?"
Cyrus face went all red and he groaned as he struggled even harder to get the sweater off. Goten quickly went to his aid to help him.
"Legen!" Soyna said.
"What? Look at it. It looks like one of those sweater dresses," he said only to get a glare from his mother. "Well it does! It looks like the ones that Gem likes to wear!"
Thankfully, Cyrus was now out of the sweater. He looked mad at his brother but he didn't say anything. There was a silent war going on in their house. It consisted of broken toothbrushes, missing combs, baby powder in hair dryers and other such things. He didn't keep track anymore. He was sure the children had their own little scoreboards going.
"Thanks a lot Le," Cyrus said. "Make sure you take an umbrella out there with you. We wouldn't want all that gel you put in your hair to wash out and make you look like a human, now, would we?"
"Hey!"
Soyna clamped her hand on Legen's shoulder. "Another time please," she said. "We do not need a feud here. Take your brother home."
"Hey, is this some sort of punishment?" he said.
"See is as you will, just do it," Soyna said in her usual stern voice. Of course Legen would do it. No one disobeyed Soyna. Legen grumbled as he picked up his coat and found Cyrus umbrella and jacket among the throng of jackets. He couldn't hear what they were saying to each other but it was sure not friendly. He had learned to block that out as well.
"Make sure he takes his pills," Soyna called after him.
"Oh, don't worry mom, I will!" Legen said and had an evil look on his face. Cyrus looked up at his brother angrily. Where was Benot when you needed him? Cyrus got along with Benot. Oh well. He found himself following his wife who was walking towards Trunks and Bra. They both looked rung out and ready to collapse at any time.
He stood back and watched as his wife first hugged Bra and then Trunks. They talked silently for a bit. Then Pan came forward with a sleeping Gem in her arms and Gem was wearing one of those sweater dresses, a black one. Cyrus had looked like he was wearing a sweater dress! Pan came and stood by him. "Hey, uncle. How is everyone holding out?"
"Okay." He said. Everyone was sad, but they would be okay.
"What about Vegeta?" She asked.
"I don't know about him. Soyna has been dealing with him. Not me," Goten said. He saw what he did to his own son, when Trunks went to try to consol with his father. He doubted that he would have a chance.
"Oh," Pan said and looked over to her husband. "He blames himself for not getting her to the hospital quicker. So does Junior."
Goten nodded. Trunks had come over two days after his mother's death and cried on his shoulder about how guilty he felt. He thought he could have got her to the hospital faster, or seen signs of it coming and told her to go to the hospital. Junior felt the same level of guilt. Both of them could not be swayed in their feelings.
It was just her time to go.
But they were not really willing to accept it.
"It's hard," he said. "They may never really get over it," he never got over the loss of his father the second time around. even though he did get him back. He still knew that feeling that you kept locked inside when you lost someone that close to you. he had it happen so many times, even though he got them back.
Bulma wasn't coming back.
.............
Cyrus sometimes, really hated Legen. He was soaked now and was cold now. Legen just laughed at him. "That's what you get for not hanging on! I thought you liked to fly."
He frowned and growled as he went to change into some dry clothes and put his wet clothes out to dry. If mom saw that he got wet, she would make him stay in bed! She would give Legen a good yelling at-which would be good-, but he would have to stay in bed-which would be bad!
He was going to make sure that Legen found a frog in his bed tonight!
He put on his full rain gear and headed into the light drizzle and toward the pond. There, he would find the ugliest frog that he could find, and a couple extra for insurance! Drop him in the puddles and wreck his umbrella! Oh! He really hated being the youngest one in the family. Why was he the one that they were destined to pick on all the time?
And he would most likely think that it was Benot or Flint that did it. (Flare would never touch a frog) It was a good thing. It would be Kodak moment! It would be one of those smile to yourself thoughts.
He grabbed a bucket, his tattered umbrella and trudged out to the pond, and boy, was he determined to catch frogs. So determined, that he didn't see Vegeta approach him.
............
The pond looked quite peaceful. Normally, Vegeta didn't care about the place. He didn't. This was a place that the women liked and the children went to play in. It was not a place that he went to think. He did that while he was training.
Did SHE like coming here?
He didn't know.
"Gotcha!"
The voice startled him as he saw a boy in a yellow slicker and hat holding up a frog in triumph. He laughed and tossed the green thing, into a bucket nearby, "Two more to go," the boy announced and turned back to the pond.
He watched the boy for a minute, thinking that it was Flint. Flint liked to catch frogs. At least he remembered one time where SHE was screaming at him about bringing such a dirty creature into HER perfectly clean house.
But then, he saw that the near the bucket, that was jumping around, there was the tattered remains of a dragon umbrella. He looked back over to the boy and saw that it was Cyrus. Cyrus. The boy was not allowed to be out in the rain, but here was jumping after a frog and yelling with almost abandon glee.
Cyrus gave a yell of triumph as he caught frog number 2 and went back to the bucket with a large grin on his face. He hummed to himself as he placed the frog into the bucket and quickly closed the lid before it could escape. He then looked up and stopped humming. "Hi Grandpapa," he said. "Gee, If mom saw you, she would give you heck!"
He just stared at the boy.
"You are all wet. Are you okay Grandpapa?" Cyrus said as he put a foot on the bucket, as it was wobbling like crazy now.
"I'm fine," he said in a husky whisper. He was surprised at how his voice sounded. It sounded, like, like, it did before.
"You sure?" Cyrus said. "You still look sad. Oma went to a better place you know," Cyrus said. "She went to heaven and she will be reunited with her parents there. She missed them and she will be waiting for you. So don't be so sad. I'm going to miss her too. She was the best person to play with, but then, you know that, right grandpapa?"
He just nodded his head.
"Do you want to catch frogs with me? There for Legen's bed?" he said with a smile that he knew that he was going to refuse, even though he did look a bit disappointed that he refused. "Is there anything I can do, to help you feel better?"
It was such an innocent question that set off alarms in his head. The boy was the reincarnate of the dragon. Ubu was the reincarnate of Buu. yet, he still had all the strength inside him.he needed to be trained, but it was there still. It had to be in the boy. Had to be! He just needed the right motivation to let it out.
He had not really thought much of it before. The boy didn't have much of a strength signature, but then, did Shelong have one? He never remembered feeling one, but then, they were usually in awe of the dragon itself. He could not remember what, if anything he felt from the dragon. How did they know if the boy didn't still have those strengths? He never tested him. He knew that he tended to ignore the boy. He had nothing to offer him. Why would he bother with someone he couldn't spar with?
The words popped out of his mouth before he realized he said them. "Wishes," his voice cracked and hoarse. It almost scared him and it defiantly scared the boy, who jumped and looked at him with big confused dark eyes.
"Let me have one more day," he said. "Grant me that. That is obtainable!" He found himself walking towards the boy.
Cyrus looked all confused. "I don't know what you are talking about, grandpapa. Maybe you should go in and take a nap or something. You look tired," he said and took a step back. "After a good nap on a rainy day, you will be able to think more clearly."
Cyrus hat fell off his head and his green hair glistened with newly fallen rain. Much like the scales of a dragon. He had to have the power in there somewhere! He just had too!
...... A/N I know. I know. another one of those terrible ledge dangler things.
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It was a large funeral for Bulma Briefs-Vegeta on a day that suited the grim feeling in everyone's heart. The sky was dark and threatening rain, but has not yet begun to start. There was a cold wind and everyone was wearing dark long coats and carried black umbrellas.
Everyone showed up for the unexpected passing of the well-known woman. There was only a few remaining in the graveyard, and one that had stayed back from the crowd, not wanting to hear anyone's condolences. He was alone now while all the others went back to reminisce about how everyone life was going to be empty now without her.
He had not spoken to anyone in the past week. Not because he didn't know what to say, but because he was afraid to talk, afraid that he would crack. Soyna and Bra were the only ones that he even allowed to come near him. Bra was painful to look at. He never realized how much she looked like her mother and she would look for comfort from him along with trying to comfort him at the same time. It was just to hard to be near her right now he chose to shun her to keep his own sanity. Soyna didn't even try to get him to talk. She would make sure that he had food and made sure that he ate it and they would just sit in silence together. She seemed to understand his inner turmoil. He growled at everyone else and even threw his own son out of the house.
She was gone.
She was too stubborn to die! She deserved a much more dramatic death than the one she had. She did not deserve to die in that lonely hospital room with doctors hovering over her! She did not deserve that at all.
He put the hands on the cold stone that bore her name. It was not fair that she was the first to go. She was good. Good. Loud and mouthy but she was good! She was always there to build something to pull them out of the fire. Pull him out of the fire, so many times just with the.
He shook his head and removed his hands from the stone. He could see that his fingers left marks there.
He looked over to see his granddaughter standing with two of her children. Benot and Cyrus. They were waiting for him.
Cyrus. She took care of Cyrus a lot. When Soyna needed her rest when he was sick, She was there to take care of the boy. She was always doting on the child as bad as Soyna did. She said that she finally had a grandchild that took after her!
Benot opened and umbrella and walked away from his mother. He looked so much like Trunks did at that age. Was it starting to rain? He couldn't feel it against his skin. Cyrus opened his own umbrella that was shaped like a dragon, with a tail and two large red eyes and claws painted on the thin nylon. He knew that She bought it for him. He had asked her why she always had to buy such silly gifts for the children.
Her answer was always a curt, "Well, because they are children, you big oaf."
Flint had one that was an orange tiger, Flare had a black cat, Gem had a pink pig, and of course, Cyrus got the green dragon.
Dragon.
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"Do you think Papa will come with us?" Cyrus said as he opened his umbrella. It was his favorite thing in the world. And now with Oma gone, he was going to treasure it even more.
"I don't know," Soyna said. "We shall see," she said and looked distracted over to where Vegeta stood oblivious to the rain that was now falling on him.
It was starting to get cold out. He actually preferred the cold weather to the warm. It was always easier to breath in the cool air and the moisture and the fresh smells didn't make him feel like he was so sick after all. His chest never felt tight in the cold weather.
He looked over at his mom. She had been spending a lot of time with Vegeta. Trying to get him to talk or something. He didn't understand his moodiness but he couldn't blame Vegeta for being sad. He cried for three days and he didn't make it through the funeral, before he found himself crying into his father's chest. This was one time, when he cried; no one called him a wimp. Mom looked sad and her eyes looked tired beneath the hood that she wore. He knew that she wouldn't admit to being tired, but he would have to try to convince her that he was going to be okay so that she would go to be early. He would have to talk to dad to help him.
He looked over at his brother who was talking to the driver of their car. It was waiting to take them back to the reception and he was getting anxious.
"Mom?"
"Hum?" she said and looked down at him. Her eyes looked dreamy. She was missing Oma as well.
"I don't think we should wait for Papa Vegeta," he said.
"And why is that?" she said looking back over to him. Vegeta was getting soaked and it looked like he didn't care.
"I think he needs to be alone with Oma for a little while," he said and looked back up at his mom. "Plus, you know that he doesn't like cars." Vegeta was never one to like cars. He would always complain that it was faster flying.
She gave him a sad smile and patted his head. "When did you get so smart?" She started to walk to the car and he followed careful not to get his new shoes to dirty. He heard a faint sound. He looked back over to Vegeta and saw that he had removed his hands from the stone and looked like he was shaking.
But it could have been the rain.
...............
Goten had been waiting for his wife to return and had waited by the door for her to arrive. He took her coat from her and told Cyrus to fold up his umbrella. Benot then carted him off into the throngs of people that were in the reception hall.
"Did Vegeta come?" he asked.
"He looked like he needed to be alone," She said and sighed. She leaned against him and he gave her a hug. She had been doing this a lot lately. The first couple of times, it had shocked the absolute hell out of him, but now, he was used to it and gladly embraced her. Her arms wrapping around his waist and she rested her head against his chest. "I hope he will be okay."
He absolutely reveled in holding her. Usually she would not allow that 'mushy stuff' in public, but her own sorrow for the loss of her grandmother, overpowered her usual manner and he liked it. He felt bad for thinking that way, but his wife was not that cuddly, unless they were alone. He enjoyed it and he did enjoy the envious looks that he saw coming from some of the men.
"Let's go join the crowd," he said. "And you should eat something. I don't think you ate anything for breakfast, did you?"
"I am a little hungry," she said and pulled away, but not that far, he was still able to keep his arm around her waist as they walked. She faltered a bit as they walked into the room with all the people. A lot he didn't know. He knew that most had to do with the company and such. He urged her forward as they came into the room. He could see her eyes instantly scanning for their children. Legen and Fry were talking quietly at a table next to Gohan and Videl. Legen looked exhausted. He had been hit by this hard and he wasn't willing to admit it. He was trying to keep a happy outlook but they could hear him crying at night. Benot was at the buffet with Cyrus and they were getting something to eat. Flint and Flare were with Gem in a corner talking quietly for now. Everyone was behaving.
She relaxed and they went to join Benot and Cyrus who were filling up their plates.
She glanced over to where Trunks and Bra stood taking condolences from mostly strangers. Junior was there too, due to the fact that he was a well know V.P. who was some how related to her, even though, outside the family, no one knew how.
"Here mom," Cyrus said and handed her a plate. "The sweet cakes are really good. Make sure you have one." He said and looked at his own plate. "I have lots of them. They were Oma's favorite you know. You have to have one!" He said.
"I will," she said and she moved away from him to join her son at the buffet line. Benot nibbled off his own plate.
"Sandwich?" Benot said and offered his own plate to him. He gratefully took one, even though he wasn't very hungry. He and Benot got a long decently now. They seldom fought, even though they had a few tension filled days they were becoming few.
"Thanks." He said.
He attributed it to the fact that Benot finally realized that he did love his mother and there was nothing that was going to change that, at least the brat didn't call him a wimp anymore. Of course, he didn't call him a brat any more either. He was going to turn into a good man. He was more worried about the troublemaker Legen and his ever-ready accomplice Fry were becoming. He hoped that they would grow out of it. Of course, it took him until. well, until he was old to out grow that. It also took a woman.
He looked back over to Soyna who was now moving away from the table with a plate that looked half empty.
Of course, Cyrus plate was over loaded. The kid would only eat half of it and he most likely would finish it off for him. He was glad that he worked out or he was sure that he would have turned into a whale a long time ago.
He saw that she was walking towards Goku and ChiChi who were sitting quietly and solemnly in the corner. He motioned to Benot and they went over to the table to listen to the stories that were to be told of Bulma and how much she was going to be missed.
..........
Vegeta watched them go and was actually glad to see them do so. He had no intention of going to that stupid party that they were holding.
He didn't want to talk to anyone there.
He started to feel cold. The rain. It was moving the chill into his bones. He looked down at the grave of Her and still couldn't believe that it was there. He slowly turned and walked away, the opposite way that he saw the others go.
He allowed the rain to numb him. It numbed his mind and body as he walked and he didn't care. He really had no reason to care anymore, now did he? She was the reason that he had stayed.as much as he would have never admitted it.. He stayed because of Her.
He had made himself believe that he stayed because he wanted to get strong enough to beat Kakarott. but that was not it. He stayed because She was not afraid of him and that she was the most beautiful creature that he had ever known. Not that he told her that.
He stopped walking for a bit. He closed his eyes and let the cold rain wash down his face as he looked up to the sky. He never told her any of that.
She hunted for it. She tried to get him to say stuff like that, but he never did. he knew that he should have.
He looked down at the ground and started to walk again.
If he had one more day, he would make up for all the stupid things that he said to her. He had done a lot of things to upset her and he would ignore her and he would. damn it. He blasted a tree, just trying to get some of the anger that he had at himself out of his system, but it was surprisingly unsatisfying.
Again, he purposely allowed his mind to go blank and he tried to think of nothing and let the rain wash all the thought away, but it wasn't working. She kept popping into his head and so did the boy, Cyrus.
She always had that boy in the lab with her. Always. The boy was a weakling with the brain of. well, Her. He had to admit. She was a smart woman and he was an equally brilliant boy. But he knew that was not why he was thinking of Cyrus. He was thinking of Cyrus because of the promise that he holds.
A promise that he knew that was slim and so far out of reach, but it if could only give him just one more.
.......
"MOM?" Cyrus whined. "I'm not cold!" Cyrus said as he struggled in his sweater. It was way to big for him. Goten wanted to laugh, but he didn't want to have both of them glaring at him.
"I don't care," she said. "You are not going to get sick!" She said. "Just roll up the sleeves."
Cyrus eyes narrowed. He looked at the long arms of the sleeves that were dragging on the ground and the bottom of the sweater reached his knees. It looked so cute. Cyrus sure could get a certainly an evil look when he wanted to. Goten heard him mutter about something to the effect that the sleeve was all that he needed. He nearly burst out laughing at that.
His snort was heard and he got the evil look from both of them. "He will be fine, Soyna. We'll just head right home."
She nodded. "Okay then, you can take it off," she sighed.
Cyrus gave a large smile and began to struggle to get out of the overly large sweater.
"Hey," Legen said as he came up behind them. "Why is Cyrus wearing a dress?"
Cyrus face went all red and he groaned as he struggled even harder to get the sweater off. Goten quickly went to his aid to help him.
"Legen!" Soyna said.
"What? Look at it. It looks like one of those sweater dresses," he said only to get a glare from his mother. "Well it does! It looks like the ones that Gem likes to wear!"
Thankfully, Cyrus was now out of the sweater. He looked mad at his brother but he didn't say anything. There was a silent war going on in their house. It consisted of broken toothbrushes, missing combs, baby powder in hair dryers and other such things. He didn't keep track anymore. He was sure the children had their own little scoreboards going.
"Thanks a lot Le," Cyrus said. "Make sure you take an umbrella out there with you. We wouldn't want all that gel you put in your hair to wash out and make you look like a human, now, would we?"
"Hey!"
Soyna clamped her hand on Legen's shoulder. "Another time please," she said. "We do not need a feud here. Take your brother home."
"Hey, is this some sort of punishment?" he said.
"See is as you will, just do it," Soyna said in her usual stern voice. Of course Legen would do it. No one disobeyed Soyna. Legen grumbled as he picked up his coat and found Cyrus umbrella and jacket among the throng of jackets. He couldn't hear what they were saying to each other but it was sure not friendly. He had learned to block that out as well.
"Make sure he takes his pills," Soyna called after him.
"Oh, don't worry mom, I will!" Legen said and had an evil look on his face. Cyrus looked up at his brother angrily. Where was Benot when you needed him? Cyrus got along with Benot. Oh well. He found himself following his wife who was walking towards Trunks and Bra. They both looked rung out and ready to collapse at any time.
He stood back and watched as his wife first hugged Bra and then Trunks. They talked silently for a bit. Then Pan came forward with a sleeping Gem in her arms and Gem was wearing one of those sweater dresses, a black one. Cyrus had looked like he was wearing a sweater dress! Pan came and stood by him. "Hey, uncle. How is everyone holding out?"
"Okay." He said. Everyone was sad, but they would be okay.
"What about Vegeta?" She asked.
"I don't know about him. Soyna has been dealing with him. Not me," Goten said. He saw what he did to his own son, when Trunks went to try to consol with his father. He doubted that he would have a chance.
"Oh," Pan said and looked over to her husband. "He blames himself for not getting her to the hospital quicker. So does Junior."
Goten nodded. Trunks had come over two days after his mother's death and cried on his shoulder about how guilty he felt. He thought he could have got her to the hospital faster, or seen signs of it coming and told her to go to the hospital. Junior felt the same level of guilt. Both of them could not be swayed in their feelings.
It was just her time to go.
But they were not really willing to accept it.
"It's hard," he said. "They may never really get over it," he never got over the loss of his father the second time around. even though he did get him back. He still knew that feeling that you kept locked inside when you lost someone that close to you. he had it happen so many times, even though he got them back.
Bulma wasn't coming back.
.............
Cyrus sometimes, really hated Legen. He was soaked now and was cold now. Legen just laughed at him. "That's what you get for not hanging on! I thought you liked to fly."
He frowned and growled as he went to change into some dry clothes and put his wet clothes out to dry. If mom saw that he got wet, she would make him stay in bed! She would give Legen a good yelling at-which would be good-, but he would have to stay in bed-which would be bad!
He was going to make sure that Legen found a frog in his bed tonight!
He put on his full rain gear and headed into the light drizzle and toward the pond. There, he would find the ugliest frog that he could find, and a couple extra for insurance! Drop him in the puddles and wreck his umbrella! Oh! He really hated being the youngest one in the family. Why was he the one that they were destined to pick on all the time?
And he would most likely think that it was Benot or Flint that did it. (Flare would never touch a frog) It was a good thing. It would be Kodak moment! It would be one of those smile to yourself thoughts.
He grabbed a bucket, his tattered umbrella and trudged out to the pond, and boy, was he determined to catch frogs. So determined, that he didn't see Vegeta approach him.
............
The pond looked quite peaceful. Normally, Vegeta didn't care about the place. He didn't. This was a place that the women liked and the children went to play in. It was not a place that he went to think. He did that while he was training.
Did SHE like coming here?
He didn't know.
"Gotcha!"
The voice startled him as he saw a boy in a yellow slicker and hat holding up a frog in triumph. He laughed and tossed the green thing, into a bucket nearby, "Two more to go," the boy announced and turned back to the pond.
He watched the boy for a minute, thinking that it was Flint. Flint liked to catch frogs. At least he remembered one time where SHE was screaming at him about bringing such a dirty creature into HER perfectly clean house.
But then, he saw that the near the bucket, that was jumping around, there was the tattered remains of a dragon umbrella. He looked back over to the boy and saw that it was Cyrus. Cyrus. The boy was not allowed to be out in the rain, but here was jumping after a frog and yelling with almost abandon glee.
Cyrus gave a yell of triumph as he caught frog number 2 and went back to the bucket with a large grin on his face. He hummed to himself as he placed the frog into the bucket and quickly closed the lid before it could escape. He then looked up and stopped humming. "Hi Grandpapa," he said. "Gee, If mom saw you, she would give you heck!"
He just stared at the boy.
"You are all wet. Are you okay Grandpapa?" Cyrus said as he put a foot on the bucket, as it was wobbling like crazy now.
"I'm fine," he said in a husky whisper. He was surprised at how his voice sounded. It sounded, like, like, it did before.
"You sure?" Cyrus said. "You still look sad. Oma went to a better place you know," Cyrus said. "She went to heaven and she will be reunited with her parents there. She missed them and she will be waiting for you. So don't be so sad. I'm going to miss her too. She was the best person to play with, but then, you know that, right grandpapa?"
He just nodded his head.
"Do you want to catch frogs with me? There for Legen's bed?" he said with a smile that he knew that he was going to refuse, even though he did look a bit disappointed that he refused. "Is there anything I can do, to help you feel better?"
It was such an innocent question that set off alarms in his head. The boy was the reincarnate of the dragon. Ubu was the reincarnate of Buu. yet, he still had all the strength inside him.he needed to be trained, but it was there still. It had to be in the boy. Had to be! He just needed the right motivation to let it out.
He had not really thought much of it before. The boy didn't have much of a strength signature, but then, did Shelong have one? He never remembered feeling one, but then, they were usually in awe of the dragon itself. He could not remember what, if anything he felt from the dragon. How did they know if the boy didn't still have those strengths? He never tested him. He knew that he tended to ignore the boy. He had nothing to offer him. Why would he bother with someone he couldn't spar with?
The words popped out of his mouth before he realized he said them. "Wishes," his voice cracked and hoarse. It almost scared him and it defiantly scared the boy, who jumped and looked at him with big confused dark eyes.
"Let me have one more day," he said. "Grant me that. That is obtainable!" He found himself walking towards the boy.
Cyrus looked all confused. "I don't know what you are talking about, grandpapa. Maybe you should go in and take a nap or something. You look tired," he said and took a step back. "After a good nap on a rainy day, you will be able to think more clearly."
Cyrus hat fell off his head and his green hair glistened with newly fallen rain. Much like the scales of a dragon. He had to have the power in there somewhere! He just had too!
...... A/N I know. I know. another one of those terrible ledge dangler things.