Here it is, the not so long awaited chapter nine.
I'll keep this note short for once in my life. Blah blah blah, thanks to all that have sent me reviews so far, I really appreciate them. My tally is now up to 13.
Like I said before in one of my earlier authors notes this story ain't going to be very long, only a few chapters left to go.
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"Pardon," asked Bra. "What do you mean almost exactly like mine?"
"Well there are some differences, like hair, eyes, stuff like that," commented Bulma.
"I don't care what different, I want to know what's the same," she looked over her mothers shoulder.
Bulma became yet again transfixed to the computer screen. Then the realisation hit her. "Bra." She paused. "You have a brother."
"What!" Bra couldn't see how this could possibly be.
"Well they have my DNA," Bulma would have though she'd be in more shock than this. But the impact hadn't hit her yet.
Bra took a second to think. "Wait a second, Trunks claimed to be the son of Vegeta...That makes. Vegeta my father?"
"Trunks.Vegeta," whispered Bulma.
Bra continued. "Freeza, that son of a bitch has probably know all along. He sent me out to bring him my own father. And to add to that, by the look of it I've tried to kill my older brother on two occasions."
Bulma let her head fall against the keyboard, tears began to run down her face.
Bra looked down at her mother. "Are you okay?"
Bulma let out a sob. It was all coming back to her, Vegeta, Trunks, Capsule Corp, Namek, all her good, and bad memories. She could remember her son that she hadn't seen since he was two, he must have grown up dramatically since then. And Goku, and all the friends she had lost to Freeza. But above all one memory stood out far beyond the rest, Vegeta. The one person she had loved beyond all others. The man that was now dead.
"No I am not okay, how can I possibly be okay," she cried.
"You remember?" there was concern in Bra's tone.
Bulma nodded her head. "I used to live on this planet with your father and brother," she paused to sob. "Then Freeza sent one of his henchmen to take me away." she then began to insult Freeza in a string of curse words that Bra didn't think she knew.
Bra clenched her fist. Freeza had really sunk low to have taken her mother away. She could feel the hate she had for Freeza as a child returning in it's full glory. All she wanted to do was have his blood on her hands, and to have him lying in font of her dieing while begging for his life. She had no second thoughts about wanting this, he was the cause of all the pain she had caused and suffered in her life. Not only to her, but to billions of planets and life forms. The immortal bastard had to die.
Bulma stopped cry and turned round to Bra. "Bra we have to get out of here."
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Trunks flopped himself down on the couch. He didn't know why he came back here, he should be out fighting Freeza. But even though he wouldn't admit it to himself, he was afraid. His whole life he had been told that fear was nothing but a weakness, fear was something the enemy could take advantage of. But in Trunks experiences fear was something that couldn't be helped. He was smart enough to know that if he went after Freeza by himself he was a dead man.
The phone rang.
Trunks reached for it, picked it up, and hurled it at the wall. Parts of the phone broke off as it collided with the plaster, leaving a dent.
Trunks sighed. He might as well start his funeral preparations, it didn't look like he'd be around much longer. It didn't look like the planet would be around to have a funeral on either.
Trunks got up and walked to the window. The night lights of West city were truly beautiful, the city was never in darkness.
He watched people walk along the foot path in front of Capsule Corp. Those people had no idea what was going on, they had no idea that any minute could be their last. He envied the way they were without worry. He envied the way they happily lived their lives. Trunks would sell his soul to the devil to switch places with them. To have them juggle the work at Capsule Corp, and at the same time protect the planet against alien invaders. Hell, he'd even switch places with a homeless bum, if it meant he could actually have a life.
The ring of the door bell pulled Trunks out of his trance. He ignored it, if he was going to die soon what was the point of doing anything at all. The only thing he should be doing at the moment is training, but he couldn't pull himself away from the window.
Rain began to pour down, and the wind began to howl and still the door bell rang.
Trunks sighed and pulled away from the window to open the door.
As he walked towards the door he passed the pictures of all his dead relatives. Like always they seemed to stare. If he died tomorrow would he have lived up to all their expectations, would he have made them proud.
Trunks shook his head, he had to stop thinking like this. He had to be more positive. He couldn't just give up this easily.
He clasped the cold door handle and turned it, a rush of cold air came in as he opened the door, who ever it was were shadowed so Trunks couldn't see their face. But he could tell they were soaking wet.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
"I hope," it was the voice of a women, she sounded sad
Trunks yawned. "Could you come back tomorrow because I'm kinda busy."
"Tomorrow may be too late." She lowered her head. Even though she was shadowed Trunks could see tears shining in the moon light.
Trunks narrowed his eyes. And looked behind her, there was another person standing out in the rain. "Are you selling something?
Who ever it was were slightly annoyed by his question. "No, why the hell would I be selling something at eight o' clock at night!" she barked
He backed away from her. "Sorry," he apologised. "You see I have work to do, and paper work, and I have to read through all these records, oh and I have to go over plans for tomorrows board meeting" he began to make up ever excuse he could think of just to make her go away. "So could you come back tomorrow."
"Yeah right!" the women had lost all depression, and was now becoming plain scary.
"No I really am busy, bye."
The women began shaking with rage. "I HAVE JUST STOOD OUT IN THE RAIN FOR TEN MINUTES, I HAVE RISKED MY LIFE TO COME HERE. YOU MOTHER TURNS UP AFTER SIXTEEN YEARS AND ALL YOU CAN DO IS TELL HER TO RACK OFF!"
Trunks stood starring in silence. "Ah.. my mothers dead."
The women moved forward into the light. Her green hair and blue eyes were clearly visible . "Do I look dead to you?"
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"I why do I have to be related to you," Trunks looked at his younger sister with a look of spite.
"Not my fault," Bra leaned back on the chair she was sitting on.
Bulma had spent the last half hour explaining every thing to Trunks and Bra. And still they didn't seem to get along.
"So Trunks what have you been doing for the past sixteen years," Bulma was desperate to make conversation.
"Lets see, my life has been an absolute joy. Fist I lived with dad on an island before he killed himself, then I moved onto living on the streets. And I'm now the president of Capsule Corp, a job that I love," he used heavy sarcasm.
Bulma could feel nothing but guilt, even though it wasn't her fault she felt responsible for all the trauma Trunks had suffered.
Bra got out of her chair and began to look around the room. She walked over to a wall of pictures. "Who are they?" she pointed to a picture of her grandparents.
"My parents," Bulma replied. She looked to Trunks. "By the way how are they?"
"Dead."
Bulma felt a pang of sadness, it seemed as if in the sixteen years she had been away nearly everyone close to her was dead.
Bra pointed to a picture of Vegeta. "And who's that guy?"
Bulma lowered her head. "Your father."
Bra looked to Trunks and then back to the picture of her father. "You look like him Trunks."
Bulma nodded her head. "A lot like him."
"Shut up," muttered Trunks. "Why did you come here anyway?" he looked at Bra. "I thought you loved working for Freeza."
"Well I used too, but I've come to release that maybe I've always hated him."
"So."
Bra walked over and looked her brother in the eye. "Look Trunks I know we don't get along but I need your help to send the immortal bastard to hell."
"I was just about to suggest the exact same thing."
Bra sat down opposite Trunks "Great, Freeza expects me to bring you to him tomorrow I can call him and he might give me one more day, that's if he's in a good mood."
"That's enough time to get you in shape," commented Trunks
"What!" Bra felt insulted.
"Face it sis you are weak, like I didn't even have to put in much effort to beat you. You only really a first level Super Saiyan."
Bra began shaking in rage. "And you are?"
"Waaaaaaay above you, you should also learn how to control that rage of yours."
"I DO NOT NEED TO CONTOL MY RAGE!" yelled Bra
Bulma sighed. Because they were way too much like their father they were going to end up killing each other.
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Well what did you think of that chapter?
Yes I know it was short and uneventful, but I promise you the next one....will be different.
I hope you'll enjoy the next chapter as much as you've enjoyed this wonderful piece of literature. The next chapter shall be up in a week or so.
I'm thinking about a flash back in the next chapter, sort of a memory of Vegeta half way through.
Sayanara
from
Missq
I'll keep this note short for once in my life. Blah blah blah, thanks to all that have sent me reviews so far, I really appreciate them. My tally is now up to 13.
Like I said before in one of my earlier authors notes this story ain't going to be very long, only a few chapters left to go.
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"Pardon," asked Bra. "What do you mean almost exactly like mine?"
"Well there are some differences, like hair, eyes, stuff like that," commented Bulma.
"I don't care what different, I want to know what's the same," she looked over her mothers shoulder.
Bulma became yet again transfixed to the computer screen. Then the realisation hit her. "Bra." She paused. "You have a brother."
"What!" Bra couldn't see how this could possibly be.
"Well they have my DNA," Bulma would have though she'd be in more shock than this. But the impact hadn't hit her yet.
Bra took a second to think. "Wait a second, Trunks claimed to be the son of Vegeta...That makes. Vegeta my father?"
"Trunks.Vegeta," whispered Bulma.
Bra continued. "Freeza, that son of a bitch has probably know all along. He sent me out to bring him my own father. And to add to that, by the look of it I've tried to kill my older brother on two occasions."
Bulma let her head fall against the keyboard, tears began to run down her face.
Bra looked down at her mother. "Are you okay?"
Bulma let out a sob. It was all coming back to her, Vegeta, Trunks, Capsule Corp, Namek, all her good, and bad memories. She could remember her son that she hadn't seen since he was two, he must have grown up dramatically since then. And Goku, and all the friends she had lost to Freeza. But above all one memory stood out far beyond the rest, Vegeta. The one person she had loved beyond all others. The man that was now dead.
"No I am not okay, how can I possibly be okay," she cried.
"You remember?" there was concern in Bra's tone.
Bulma nodded her head. "I used to live on this planet with your father and brother," she paused to sob. "Then Freeza sent one of his henchmen to take me away." she then began to insult Freeza in a string of curse words that Bra didn't think she knew.
Bra clenched her fist. Freeza had really sunk low to have taken her mother away. She could feel the hate she had for Freeza as a child returning in it's full glory. All she wanted to do was have his blood on her hands, and to have him lying in font of her dieing while begging for his life. She had no second thoughts about wanting this, he was the cause of all the pain she had caused and suffered in her life. Not only to her, but to billions of planets and life forms. The immortal bastard had to die.
Bulma stopped cry and turned round to Bra. "Bra we have to get out of here."
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Trunks flopped himself down on the couch. He didn't know why he came back here, he should be out fighting Freeza. But even though he wouldn't admit it to himself, he was afraid. His whole life he had been told that fear was nothing but a weakness, fear was something the enemy could take advantage of. But in Trunks experiences fear was something that couldn't be helped. He was smart enough to know that if he went after Freeza by himself he was a dead man.
The phone rang.
Trunks reached for it, picked it up, and hurled it at the wall. Parts of the phone broke off as it collided with the plaster, leaving a dent.
Trunks sighed. He might as well start his funeral preparations, it didn't look like he'd be around much longer. It didn't look like the planet would be around to have a funeral on either.
Trunks got up and walked to the window. The night lights of West city were truly beautiful, the city was never in darkness.
He watched people walk along the foot path in front of Capsule Corp. Those people had no idea what was going on, they had no idea that any minute could be their last. He envied the way they were without worry. He envied the way they happily lived their lives. Trunks would sell his soul to the devil to switch places with them. To have them juggle the work at Capsule Corp, and at the same time protect the planet against alien invaders. Hell, he'd even switch places with a homeless bum, if it meant he could actually have a life.
The ring of the door bell pulled Trunks out of his trance. He ignored it, if he was going to die soon what was the point of doing anything at all. The only thing he should be doing at the moment is training, but he couldn't pull himself away from the window.
Rain began to pour down, and the wind began to howl and still the door bell rang.
Trunks sighed and pulled away from the window to open the door.
As he walked towards the door he passed the pictures of all his dead relatives. Like always they seemed to stare. If he died tomorrow would he have lived up to all their expectations, would he have made them proud.
Trunks shook his head, he had to stop thinking like this. He had to be more positive. He couldn't just give up this easily.
He clasped the cold door handle and turned it, a rush of cold air came in as he opened the door, who ever it was were shadowed so Trunks couldn't see their face. But he could tell they were soaking wet.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
"I hope," it was the voice of a women, she sounded sad
Trunks yawned. "Could you come back tomorrow because I'm kinda busy."
"Tomorrow may be too late." She lowered her head. Even though she was shadowed Trunks could see tears shining in the moon light.
Trunks narrowed his eyes. And looked behind her, there was another person standing out in the rain. "Are you selling something?
Who ever it was were slightly annoyed by his question. "No, why the hell would I be selling something at eight o' clock at night!" she barked
He backed away from her. "Sorry," he apologised. "You see I have work to do, and paper work, and I have to read through all these records, oh and I have to go over plans for tomorrows board meeting" he began to make up ever excuse he could think of just to make her go away. "So could you come back tomorrow."
"Yeah right!" the women had lost all depression, and was now becoming plain scary.
"No I really am busy, bye."
The women began shaking with rage. "I HAVE JUST STOOD OUT IN THE RAIN FOR TEN MINUTES, I HAVE RISKED MY LIFE TO COME HERE. YOU MOTHER TURNS UP AFTER SIXTEEN YEARS AND ALL YOU CAN DO IS TELL HER TO RACK OFF!"
Trunks stood starring in silence. "Ah.. my mothers dead."
The women moved forward into the light. Her green hair and blue eyes were clearly visible . "Do I look dead to you?"
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"I why do I have to be related to you," Trunks looked at his younger sister with a look of spite.
"Not my fault," Bra leaned back on the chair she was sitting on.
Bulma had spent the last half hour explaining every thing to Trunks and Bra. And still they didn't seem to get along.
"So Trunks what have you been doing for the past sixteen years," Bulma was desperate to make conversation.
"Lets see, my life has been an absolute joy. Fist I lived with dad on an island before he killed himself, then I moved onto living on the streets. And I'm now the president of Capsule Corp, a job that I love," he used heavy sarcasm.
Bulma could feel nothing but guilt, even though it wasn't her fault she felt responsible for all the trauma Trunks had suffered.
Bra got out of her chair and began to look around the room. She walked over to a wall of pictures. "Who are they?" she pointed to a picture of her grandparents.
"My parents," Bulma replied. She looked to Trunks. "By the way how are they?"
"Dead."
Bulma felt a pang of sadness, it seemed as if in the sixteen years she had been away nearly everyone close to her was dead.
Bra pointed to a picture of Vegeta. "And who's that guy?"
Bulma lowered her head. "Your father."
Bra looked to Trunks and then back to the picture of her father. "You look like him Trunks."
Bulma nodded her head. "A lot like him."
"Shut up," muttered Trunks. "Why did you come here anyway?" he looked at Bra. "I thought you loved working for Freeza."
"Well I used too, but I've come to release that maybe I've always hated him."
"So."
Bra walked over and looked her brother in the eye. "Look Trunks I know we don't get along but I need your help to send the immortal bastard to hell."
"I was just about to suggest the exact same thing."
Bra sat down opposite Trunks "Great, Freeza expects me to bring you to him tomorrow I can call him and he might give me one more day, that's if he's in a good mood."
"That's enough time to get you in shape," commented Trunks
"What!" Bra felt insulted.
"Face it sis you are weak, like I didn't even have to put in much effort to beat you. You only really a first level Super Saiyan."
Bra began shaking in rage. "And you are?"
"Waaaaaaay above you, you should also learn how to control that rage of yours."
"I DO NOT NEED TO CONTOL MY RAGE!" yelled Bra
Bulma sighed. Because they were way too much like their father they were going to end up killing each other.
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Well what did you think of that chapter?
Yes I know it was short and uneventful, but I promise you the next one....will be different.
I hope you'll enjoy the next chapter as much as you've enjoyed this wonderful piece of literature. The next chapter shall be up in a week or so.
I'm thinking about a flash back in the next chapter, sort of a memory of Vegeta half way through.
Sayanara
from
Missq