Terms
He turned his head and saw a mass of blue hair.
He blinked a few times to make sure that it was there. He reached over and touched it and right away his heart sank. It wasn't HER, being annoyingly worried about him. It was Bra.
She raised her face and smiled sleepily at him. "Your awake!" She reached out and patted his hand and he couldn't help but wince. His hand was all bandaged and he could see some spots of blood through the white bandage. Soyna had stepped on his hand. He had felt a couple of the bones crack under the pressure.
He closed his eyes and remembered the battle all to well. He shocked when Soyna changed right before his eyes into that monster that attacked him. He had been shocked but he had fought back. He was still only thinking of HER and seeing HER again. It wasn't until he understood why she had transformed into the monster that he was fighting against that he stopped really fighting her.
He recognized the aura. It was one that he stopped her from going to a few times. The most extreme one was when he had to break her arm before she lost control. He understood now what it was and why he had stopped it before. She had not been trying to push herself over the limit to get to that elusive level. She had been trying to stop herself from becoming overwhelmed by anguish.
He had deserved everything that she gave him and he actually was mildly surprised that he was still alive and a little disappointed too.
He had attacked his own family member. He had lost control. A control that he had thought that he had long ago mastered, but obviously, he did not. He deserved much more damage than was done to him. He looked over at his daughter who was looking at him with large watery eyes.
He closed his eyes and allowed the sleep to come again.
He did not deserve the family that he had.
He deserved nothing!
..........
It was not what he expected to hear when she first came out of her stupor. Her skin just looked like she had a really dark tan now, even though it looked like it still pained her quite a bit. Not that she would admit to such a thing.
"You cut off my tail," she had said in a curt voice and her green eyes just bore right into him. It threw him off guard for a second before her gaze lowered and she muttered that she was sorry.
"Why are you sorry?" he said and sat next to his injured wife. He knew better than to try to touch her. Last time he did, and it was only a tap on the hand, she had screamed bloody murder at him. She tried to act like she wasn't still hurting, but he knew her better than that.
"I do not remember. well. I just know that I had to protect Cyrus. I don't know where I lost control," she said. "I attacked your dad too, didn't I? I will have to apologize to him as well."
"What about Vegeta?"
"He's dead isn't he?" It wasn't a question. She really thought that he was dead and she didn't seem to upset over the thing. She turned her eyes to him again and this time asked the question in a bitter voice, "Isn't he?"
"Well, no," he said and he could see the anger rise in her.
"I thought I had killed him!" she said. "Why did you not finish him off?"
"Finish him off? For what?" he said and stared at his wife in absolute astonishment! He didn't think that she had actually meant to try to kill him. He thought maybe, that she just got swept up in that weird transformation that she did.
"He attacked Cyrus!" She said in a raised voice. "He attacked blood that was his own and he meant to hurt Cyrus! I could see it in how he moved! Why didn't you finish him off?"
He shook his head. "We need to talk to Cyrus." He had other worries now. Cyrus had been asking him what Vegeta had meant. He wanted to tell the boy, but he couldn't do it alone. He needed her there.
"You are changing the subject," she said curtly. "I want an answer."
He chose to continue on his own train of thought. "Vegeta was asking Cyrus for the wishes, Soyna. That is why he attacked him. He wanted Bulma back and he thought that if he had to 'persuade' them out of him." Soyna looked horrified. Her stoic angry mask vanished in a flash. "Cyrus has been asking about what he meant and I think it is time that we tell him. He has been pestering Junior and I, the whole time you have been in here."
"We have to tell him."
Soyna blinked her eyes rapidly.
"I know that you did not want to burden him with such a thing, but he has to know before someone else tells him, why Vegeta tried to hurt him. He has to be prepared for other such things," Goten said and looked at her face. The anger had returned.
"He should not have to worry about such things!" she snapped. "He was supposed to live a normal life! He wasn't supposed to worry about anyone trying to hurt him, least of all someone from his own family. How the hell can you protect someone from their own family members?" She shuffled her position and groaned. He tried to help her, but she just pushed him away. "Where is Cyrus?"
"He's at school today," Goten said.
"What?" She said and looked at him with that anger. "He was hurt. He should be at home resting still."
"Soyna, it has been nearly a month."
The shock returned to her face.
...........
Cyrus kind of like the attention his new scar was giving him. The story that he made up to go alone with it went over just as well. He couldn't tell everyone that his grandpapa shot an energy beam at him, hoping to scare him into doing something that he couldn't. He told the story that him and his brother Benot were mugged on the way home. Which looked to be pretty true. Benot still had the cast on his arm and walked around as if he were a zombie as of late.
He admired it in the mirror and ran his finger along it. Uncle Raymond said that it would heal over time and the scar would go away, but he hoped that it never would! He liked the scar!
He really liked the scar! It was the coolest thing. Everyone looked at him as if he were cool.
He hoped that it would never fade. He never had so many friends before and he liked the center of attention. Being the center of attention because of some action, not because he was sick.
It was time to go home now though. He sighed at that. Legen and Benot would arrive soon to pick him up along with Flint and Flare and take them to the hospital. Not that he would be allowed to see his mom or Grandpapa. Legen and Benot would be allowed to, but he wasn't. He was pretty sure that he saw Flint and Flare sneaking in there to see her, he didn't know why he was not allowed to enter and was forced to read a book in the cafeteria until dad came out and tell him the usual garbage of that mom as going to wake up any day now.
He would ask if he could please tell him. He didn't have to wait for mom to wake up. He obviously knew what Vegeta had meant. Goten would just shake his head and then he would get carted home by either ChiChi or Bra, who would cook him dinner and send him off to bed.
He hated being the baby!
He went to the usually spot that he waited by. Flint and Flare were amusing themselves in the playground, like they usually did. He seldom played with them on the school ground. He was a measly first grader and they were the cool second graders that everyone looked up to and then would look at him and wonder how they could be related.
He was happy to see Benot and Legen round the corner. A little shocked to see Benot talking to a pink haired girl. He still looked like his newly depressed self but a little bit perkier. Legen looked a little mad that the girl was talking to Benot and not him. If it pissed off Legen, then it was a good thing!
"So, this is your little brother," the pink haired girl said with a smile.
"Yeah, the little brat," Legen grumbled under his breath. He was still mad at him about getting him in trouble, for letting him out in the rain, and the frogs that eventually did end up in his bed, even if he had to recruit Grandpa Goku to get them for him. He believed that he was still grounded. Goten came down pretty hard on him. Legen was having computer withdrawal syndrome.
"Hey!" He snorted back at his brother. It still didn't mean that he should talk to him like that.
Benot just sighed. "We have to get going now Rose. Thanks for walking with us."
She smiled and gently touched his arm. "I hope your mom wakes up soon," she said and walked away. Wow. He didn't think that Legen could actually have steam coming out of his ears. Benot sort of watched her walk away, but he still had a glazed look on his face and didn't even notice the fury that Legen was in. He couldn't help but smile at his brother. Flint and Flare bounded next to him and started to babble about what they did in the day.
They started to walk to the hospital, as it was only a few blocks away from the school anyway. He fell in beside Benot. He still had not recovered from his injuries and he still didn't remember how he tried to save him. When he told him, Benot just shook his head and said that he would never attack Vegeta. He was not near strong enough to even go near him. He stopped insisting that that happened a while ago. It was just easier hoping that he would remember on his own.
"Do you think that mom will wake up soon?" Flint said to him. "It has been quite a while and when I last saw her, it just looked like she had a good tan."
"You saw her?" Legen said. "When did you sneak in there?"
Flint quickly put on that goofy smile. "I - uh- peaked in the door- yeah. the door."
Legen just shook his head. Flare was smart enough to just keep her mouth shut on the matter. She knew when to let her twin take most of the heat, even though it was most likely her idea.
"She burnt herself pretty bad," Benot said as he looked at them. "It wasn't like before. This time, she did herself pretty good."
"What are you talking about?" Legen said. "She never got burnt before."
Benot seemed to break through his own daze. "Yes she did! Remember that time, when Vegeta brought her home from the Wimp's house. She had been training and she had pushed herself to far! I remember her coming home and complaining about the burns on her legs, and her fingers, and her nose was all black. Don't tell me you don't remember?" Benot said. "You were jumping around like a fool because you thought that mom was dating the Wimp!"
Legen rubbed his chin. "Oh, yeah," he said with a smile. "You were so mad at him because she came home in his clothes.Ha!"
"She came home in Pan's clothes! Which was just as bad!" Benot said and shook his head.
"Who's the wimp?" Flare asked and Cyrus was glad to see that Benot actually laughed for a change.
..........
He couldn't help but groan as he sat up in the bed. His whole body was abnormally stiff and it felt as if he had been freshly stomped on. He refused to take the pills that Raymond had offered. He did not deserve to have his pain lessened. He had seen how he looked in the mirror. He looked horrible. He looked like he should be dead. When Bra brought in his food, he refused to eat it at first, but he gave in when her eyes started to water. She did not deserve to suffer.
Of course, he also noticed that she was getting thicker around the middle. A look that he didn't even have to ask her if she was with child. She was glowing, despite all that was happening. Just like she did with her first little girl, a grandchild that he ignored for she no interest in learning how to fight. He ignored most of the girl, except for when they approached him. None of them wanted to train. Only little Flare was showing any interest but was still being drawn into those silly girl things that he didn't understand. He hardly saw his own true grandchildren, for they were all girls and they seemed to be afraid of him, especially Crystal. The girl was always hiding behind her father.
He shook his head. These were worries that he should not be pondering on! He fought long and hard not to try to think like this, but he had lost out a long time ago. He tried hard not be so like the humans. he tried.he failed.
He failed miserably. He knew it was HER fault. HER. She was as stubborn as he was, even more so at times. SHE was patient with him and it wasn't really until Bra was born that he gave up on that fight. At least when Bra was born, he sort of knew what to expect, even though he had been hoping for a boy. He never thought he could be close to his children. It was already to late for him and Trunks.
He closed his eyes and grit his teeth together.
He knew he changed again when he had a grandchild that was so like him. Soyna was so much like him and he enjoyed having someone to spar with, who was as passionate about getting to the next level as he was. It had become so important, even in the times of peace to stay on top of the game, and she understood that! She understood how important it was to see how far they could go.
Bulma had just thrown her hands up as they both had trained constantly together, but at that point, she didn't really seem to mind.
But now.
"Father?"
He looked to see his son looking at him. "What are you doing here?" He said. He didn't mean to sound so harsh but he really didn't want to see anyone, least of all his own children.
"Just wanted to make sure that you are alive," he said with a small smile. Damn boy, had his mother's humor sometimes. Damn them! Why couldn't they look like him? Why did they have to resemble their mother? Suddenly he looked awkward.
"What do you want?" he snapped at him.
"Did you really think that Cyrus had the wishes inside him still?" his voice was stern and a touch angry. Yes. He knew that this was coming. Everyone would be coming to him for an explanation for what he did.
The problem was, that he had no good explanation at all. It was pure selfishness for what he had done. A selfishness that he thought he was no longer capable of.
"I know you miss mom, dad, we all do, but."
"Do not talk to me about that," he said simply and glared at his son.
"You are not going to brush me off!" Trunks said as sharply. "We all miss mom! Damn it, Father!" Trunks clenched and unclenched his fists. "Couldn't you just cry like a normal person?" his voice was thick and his eyes were full of sorrow.
Normal.
He was never normal. His children were not normal. No one was normal in his family. something that Soyna so wanted for her children. When he pushed to train the children, she refused.eventually she gave in, but she always said, that they did not deserve the same fate as she endured.
He knew that she was worried about Cyrus more than her other children. Her other children were not so intertwined with the dragon.something that she tried hard to avoid telling him, so that he could live a 'normal' life.
Something he ruined.
He wished that she had just killed him and got it over with.
............
She still looked like she was in pain. He could see it on her face as she allowed her children to swarm on the bed around her, everyone, but Benot, who just stood back with a smile on his face.
"Can you come home now," Flare pouted. "It's boring without you."
"Soon," she said. It wouldn't be tonight, as much as she protested and wanted to, but Raymond snarled -almost literally-at her that she was going to do as he said. She thankfully listened.
She caressed Cyrus cheek and got that angry look, but Cyrus quickly diffused it with talk about how cool all the other kids thought the scar was. "I'm cool mom!"
"Correction. You have a cool scar," Flint said. "You're still a dweeb."
Then she looked at Benot, "How did you get hurt?"
Benot looked almost hurt. "I don't remember," he said in a low voice.
She got that look again. That look that told him that she was not going to be forgiving Vegeta any time soon.
He really hoped that she would come to terms with Vegeta soon. He can't have her angry with him all the time. Didn't the fight get it out of her system? He just smiled as the kids talked to her in a constant babble about all that she missed.
.....
"I don't know about this," Pan said.
Trunks sighed. "I know. I know, but I will not have him alone in that house," he said and took off his jacket. "Dende only knows what he will do next."
"That is what I am afraid of! Poor Crystal is going to have a nervous breakdown before she turns 10 if this keeps up. We can't have him here long, if this keeps up!" Pan said. She had not been worried about her shy little girl. She had thought that Crystal would surely outgrow it in no time at all. But she was nearly nine and still very shy. She was still terrified of Vegeta and Soyna and having Vegeta under this roof, was not a good thing for her.
"Pan," Trunks said with a sigh, "He's my dad." He looked so sad.
She went and hugged him. What else could she do? He was still grieving the loss of his mother and he was sure not ready to loose his father too.
..............
Vegeta gave in to his son. He didn't want to but what other choice did he really have? He no longer wished to enter the house that was THERE'S. He doubted that he could handle living with his daughter. she looked too much like her and it would be just too much of a painful reminder.
He could hear Pan and Trunks resume talking.
"Just until he comes to terms with mom being gone," Trunks said.
"That could be awhile," Pan said. "At least Crystal has school."
He heard his son sigh. "Well, at least Gem isn't afraid of anything," he said. Gem was the fearless one. She had no desire to train, but she somehow learned how to fly on her own. "Why couldn't we have a kid that was in between?"
Pan laughed. "We could always try for another one."
................
"Is he here?"
Goten looked shocked at his wife. "Who?"
"HIM," she said and nearly snarled the word. Her hands clenched the blankets tightly.
"I think Trunks took him home." He said.
She looked out the window. "I don't want him to be anywhere near any of my children," she said and used that stern look on him. "You make sure of that! I don't want to see him ever again!"
"But."
"I will not tolerate him near me again!"
He knew better than to argue with her right now. He thought that she would loosen up over time. He hoped so.
.............
A/N-can you feel the tension? What will happen next? Another fight? Will Benot ever get out of his daze? Will Cyrus come to terms with his own hidden history? Oh my? I did it again didn't I?
Soyna
He turned his head and saw a mass of blue hair.
He blinked a few times to make sure that it was there. He reached over and touched it and right away his heart sank. It wasn't HER, being annoyingly worried about him. It was Bra.
She raised her face and smiled sleepily at him. "Your awake!" She reached out and patted his hand and he couldn't help but wince. His hand was all bandaged and he could see some spots of blood through the white bandage. Soyna had stepped on his hand. He had felt a couple of the bones crack under the pressure.
He closed his eyes and remembered the battle all to well. He shocked when Soyna changed right before his eyes into that monster that attacked him. He had been shocked but he had fought back. He was still only thinking of HER and seeing HER again. It wasn't until he understood why she had transformed into the monster that he was fighting against that he stopped really fighting her.
He recognized the aura. It was one that he stopped her from going to a few times. The most extreme one was when he had to break her arm before she lost control. He understood now what it was and why he had stopped it before. She had not been trying to push herself over the limit to get to that elusive level. She had been trying to stop herself from becoming overwhelmed by anguish.
He had deserved everything that she gave him and he actually was mildly surprised that he was still alive and a little disappointed too.
He had attacked his own family member. He had lost control. A control that he had thought that he had long ago mastered, but obviously, he did not. He deserved much more damage than was done to him. He looked over at his daughter who was looking at him with large watery eyes.
He closed his eyes and allowed the sleep to come again.
He did not deserve the family that he had.
He deserved nothing!
..........
It was not what he expected to hear when she first came out of her stupor. Her skin just looked like she had a really dark tan now, even though it looked like it still pained her quite a bit. Not that she would admit to such a thing.
"You cut off my tail," she had said in a curt voice and her green eyes just bore right into him. It threw him off guard for a second before her gaze lowered and she muttered that she was sorry.
"Why are you sorry?" he said and sat next to his injured wife. He knew better than to try to touch her. Last time he did, and it was only a tap on the hand, she had screamed bloody murder at him. She tried to act like she wasn't still hurting, but he knew her better than that.
"I do not remember. well. I just know that I had to protect Cyrus. I don't know where I lost control," she said. "I attacked your dad too, didn't I? I will have to apologize to him as well."
"What about Vegeta?"
"He's dead isn't he?" It wasn't a question. She really thought that he was dead and she didn't seem to upset over the thing. She turned her eyes to him again and this time asked the question in a bitter voice, "Isn't he?"
"Well, no," he said and he could see the anger rise in her.
"I thought I had killed him!" she said. "Why did you not finish him off?"
"Finish him off? For what?" he said and stared at his wife in absolute astonishment! He didn't think that she had actually meant to try to kill him. He thought maybe, that she just got swept up in that weird transformation that she did.
"He attacked Cyrus!" She said in a raised voice. "He attacked blood that was his own and he meant to hurt Cyrus! I could see it in how he moved! Why didn't you finish him off?"
He shook his head. "We need to talk to Cyrus." He had other worries now. Cyrus had been asking him what Vegeta had meant. He wanted to tell the boy, but he couldn't do it alone. He needed her there.
"You are changing the subject," she said curtly. "I want an answer."
He chose to continue on his own train of thought. "Vegeta was asking Cyrus for the wishes, Soyna. That is why he attacked him. He wanted Bulma back and he thought that if he had to 'persuade' them out of him." Soyna looked horrified. Her stoic angry mask vanished in a flash. "Cyrus has been asking about what he meant and I think it is time that we tell him. He has been pestering Junior and I, the whole time you have been in here."
"We have to tell him."
Soyna blinked her eyes rapidly.
"I know that you did not want to burden him with such a thing, but he has to know before someone else tells him, why Vegeta tried to hurt him. He has to be prepared for other such things," Goten said and looked at her face. The anger had returned.
"He should not have to worry about such things!" she snapped. "He was supposed to live a normal life! He wasn't supposed to worry about anyone trying to hurt him, least of all someone from his own family. How the hell can you protect someone from their own family members?" She shuffled her position and groaned. He tried to help her, but she just pushed him away. "Where is Cyrus?"
"He's at school today," Goten said.
"What?" She said and looked at him with that anger. "He was hurt. He should be at home resting still."
"Soyna, it has been nearly a month."
The shock returned to her face.
...........
Cyrus kind of like the attention his new scar was giving him. The story that he made up to go alone with it went over just as well. He couldn't tell everyone that his grandpapa shot an energy beam at him, hoping to scare him into doing something that he couldn't. He told the story that him and his brother Benot were mugged on the way home. Which looked to be pretty true. Benot still had the cast on his arm and walked around as if he were a zombie as of late.
He admired it in the mirror and ran his finger along it. Uncle Raymond said that it would heal over time and the scar would go away, but he hoped that it never would! He liked the scar!
He really liked the scar! It was the coolest thing. Everyone looked at him as if he were cool.
He hoped that it would never fade. He never had so many friends before and he liked the center of attention. Being the center of attention because of some action, not because he was sick.
It was time to go home now though. He sighed at that. Legen and Benot would arrive soon to pick him up along with Flint and Flare and take them to the hospital. Not that he would be allowed to see his mom or Grandpapa. Legen and Benot would be allowed to, but he wasn't. He was pretty sure that he saw Flint and Flare sneaking in there to see her, he didn't know why he was not allowed to enter and was forced to read a book in the cafeteria until dad came out and tell him the usual garbage of that mom as going to wake up any day now.
He would ask if he could please tell him. He didn't have to wait for mom to wake up. He obviously knew what Vegeta had meant. Goten would just shake his head and then he would get carted home by either ChiChi or Bra, who would cook him dinner and send him off to bed.
He hated being the baby!
He went to the usually spot that he waited by. Flint and Flare were amusing themselves in the playground, like they usually did. He seldom played with them on the school ground. He was a measly first grader and they were the cool second graders that everyone looked up to and then would look at him and wonder how they could be related.
He was happy to see Benot and Legen round the corner. A little shocked to see Benot talking to a pink haired girl. He still looked like his newly depressed self but a little bit perkier. Legen looked a little mad that the girl was talking to Benot and not him. If it pissed off Legen, then it was a good thing!
"So, this is your little brother," the pink haired girl said with a smile.
"Yeah, the little brat," Legen grumbled under his breath. He was still mad at him about getting him in trouble, for letting him out in the rain, and the frogs that eventually did end up in his bed, even if he had to recruit Grandpa Goku to get them for him. He believed that he was still grounded. Goten came down pretty hard on him. Legen was having computer withdrawal syndrome.
"Hey!" He snorted back at his brother. It still didn't mean that he should talk to him like that.
Benot just sighed. "We have to get going now Rose. Thanks for walking with us."
She smiled and gently touched his arm. "I hope your mom wakes up soon," she said and walked away. Wow. He didn't think that Legen could actually have steam coming out of his ears. Benot sort of watched her walk away, but he still had a glazed look on his face and didn't even notice the fury that Legen was in. He couldn't help but smile at his brother. Flint and Flare bounded next to him and started to babble about what they did in the day.
They started to walk to the hospital, as it was only a few blocks away from the school anyway. He fell in beside Benot. He still had not recovered from his injuries and he still didn't remember how he tried to save him. When he told him, Benot just shook his head and said that he would never attack Vegeta. He was not near strong enough to even go near him. He stopped insisting that that happened a while ago. It was just easier hoping that he would remember on his own.
"Do you think that mom will wake up soon?" Flint said to him. "It has been quite a while and when I last saw her, it just looked like she had a good tan."
"You saw her?" Legen said. "When did you sneak in there?"
Flint quickly put on that goofy smile. "I - uh- peaked in the door- yeah. the door."
Legen just shook his head. Flare was smart enough to just keep her mouth shut on the matter. She knew when to let her twin take most of the heat, even though it was most likely her idea.
"She burnt herself pretty bad," Benot said as he looked at them. "It wasn't like before. This time, she did herself pretty good."
"What are you talking about?" Legen said. "She never got burnt before."
Benot seemed to break through his own daze. "Yes she did! Remember that time, when Vegeta brought her home from the Wimp's house. She had been training and she had pushed herself to far! I remember her coming home and complaining about the burns on her legs, and her fingers, and her nose was all black. Don't tell me you don't remember?" Benot said. "You were jumping around like a fool because you thought that mom was dating the Wimp!"
Legen rubbed his chin. "Oh, yeah," he said with a smile. "You were so mad at him because she came home in his clothes.Ha!"
"She came home in Pan's clothes! Which was just as bad!" Benot said and shook his head.
"Who's the wimp?" Flare asked and Cyrus was glad to see that Benot actually laughed for a change.
..........
He couldn't help but groan as he sat up in the bed. His whole body was abnormally stiff and it felt as if he had been freshly stomped on. He refused to take the pills that Raymond had offered. He did not deserve to have his pain lessened. He had seen how he looked in the mirror. He looked horrible. He looked like he should be dead. When Bra brought in his food, he refused to eat it at first, but he gave in when her eyes started to water. She did not deserve to suffer.
Of course, he also noticed that she was getting thicker around the middle. A look that he didn't even have to ask her if she was with child. She was glowing, despite all that was happening. Just like she did with her first little girl, a grandchild that he ignored for she no interest in learning how to fight. He ignored most of the girl, except for when they approached him. None of them wanted to train. Only little Flare was showing any interest but was still being drawn into those silly girl things that he didn't understand. He hardly saw his own true grandchildren, for they were all girls and they seemed to be afraid of him, especially Crystal. The girl was always hiding behind her father.
He shook his head. These were worries that he should not be pondering on! He fought long and hard not to try to think like this, but he had lost out a long time ago. He tried hard not be so like the humans. he tried.he failed.
He failed miserably. He knew it was HER fault. HER. She was as stubborn as he was, even more so at times. SHE was patient with him and it wasn't really until Bra was born that he gave up on that fight. At least when Bra was born, he sort of knew what to expect, even though he had been hoping for a boy. He never thought he could be close to his children. It was already to late for him and Trunks.
He closed his eyes and grit his teeth together.
He knew he changed again when he had a grandchild that was so like him. Soyna was so much like him and he enjoyed having someone to spar with, who was as passionate about getting to the next level as he was. It had become so important, even in the times of peace to stay on top of the game, and she understood that! She understood how important it was to see how far they could go.
Bulma had just thrown her hands up as they both had trained constantly together, but at that point, she didn't really seem to mind.
But now.
"Father?"
He looked to see his son looking at him. "What are you doing here?" He said. He didn't mean to sound so harsh but he really didn't want to see anyone, least of all his own children.
"Just wanted to make sure that you are alive," he said with a small smile. Damn boy, had his mother's humor sometimes. Damn them! Why couldn't they look like him? Why did they have to resemble their mother? Suddenly he looked awkward.
"What do you want?" he snapped at him.
"Did you really think that Cyrus had the wishes inside him still?" his voice was stern and a touch angry. Yes. He knew that this was coming. Everyone would be coming to him for an explanation for what he did.
The problem was, that he had no good explanation at all. It was pure selfishness for what he had done. A selfishness that he thought he was no longer capable of.
"I know you miss mom, dad, we all do, but."
"Do not talk to me about that," he said simply and glared at his son.
"You are not going to brush me off!" Trunks said as sharply. "We all miss mom! Damn it, Father!" Trunks clenched and unclenched his fists. "Couldn't you just cry like a normal person?" his voice was thick and his eyes were full of sorrow.
Normal.
He was never normal. His children were not normal. No one was normal in his family. something that Soyna so wanted for her children. When he pushed to train the children, she refused.eventually she gave in, but she always said, that they did not deserve the same fate as she endured.
He knew that she was worried about Cyrus more than her other children. Her other children were not so intertwined with the dragon.something that she tried hard to avoid telling him, so that he could live a 'normal' life.
Something he ruined.
He wished that she had just killed him and got it over with.
............
She still looked like she was in pain. He could see it on her face as she allowed her children to swarm on the bed around her, everyone, but Benot, who just stood back with a smile on his face.
"Can you come home now," Flare pouted. "It's boring without you."
"Soon," she said. It wouldn't be tonight, as much as she protested and wanted to, but Raymond snarled -almost literally-at her that she was going to do as he said. She thankfully listened.
She caressed Cyrus cheek and got that angry look, but Cyrus quickly diffused it with talk about how cool all the other kids thought the scar was. "I'm cool mom!"
"Correction. You have a cool scar," Flint said. "You're still a dweeb."
Then she looked at Benot, "How did you get hurt?"
Benot looked almost hurt. "I don't remember," he said in a low voice.
She got that look again. That look that told him that she was not going to be forgiving Vegeta any time soon.
He really hoped that she would come to terms with Vegeta soon. He can't have her angry with him all the time. Didn't the fight get it out of her system? He just smiled as the kids talked to her in a constant babble about all that she missed.
.....
"I don't know about this," Pan said.
Trunks sighed. "I know. I know, but I will not have him alone in that house," he said and took off his jacket. "Dende only knows what he will do next."
"That is what I am afraid of! Poor Crystal is going to have a nervous breakdown before she turns 10 if this keeps up. We can't have him here long, if this keeps up!" Pan said. She had not been worried about her shy little girl. She had thought that Crystal would surely outgrow it in no time at all. But she was nearly nine and still very shy. She was still terrified of Vegeta and Soyna and having Vegeta under this roof, was not a good thing for her.
"Pan," Trunks said with a sigh, "He's my dad." He looked so sad.
She went and hugged him. What else could she do? He was still grieving the loss of his mother and he was sure not ready to loose his father too.
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Vegeta gave in to his son. He didn't want to but what other choice did he really have? He no longer wished to enter the house that was THERE'S. He doubted that he could handle living with his daughter. she looked too much like her and it would be just too much of a painful reminder.
He could hear Pan and Trunks resume talking.
"Just until he comes to terms with mom being gone," Trunks said.
"That could be awhile," Pan said. "At least Crystal has school."
He heard his son sigh. "Well, at least Gem isn't afraid of anything," he said. Gem was the fearless one. She had no desire to train, but she somehow learned how to fly on her own. "Why couldn't we have a kid that was in between?"
Pan laughed. "We could always try for another one."
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"Is he here?"
Goten looked shocked at his wife. "Who?"
"HIM," she said and nearly snarled the word. Her hands clenched the blankets tightly.
"I think Trunks took him home." He said.
She looked out the window. "I don't want him to be anywhere near any of my children," she said and used that stern look on him. "You make sure of that! I don't want to see him ever again!"
"But."
"I will not tolerate him near me again!"
He knew better than to argue with her right now. He thought that she would loosen up over time. He hoped so.
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A/N-can you feel the tension? What will happen next? Another fight? Will Benot ever get out of his daze? Will Cyrus come to terms with his own hidden history? Oh my? I did it again didn't I?
Soyna