My Secret- 12. The Unexpected Visitor aka Weth
"Because," the familiar voice sliced sharply through the rocks, "I thought you were dead."
Rye stood frozen, shocked, while Vegeta came down to eye level with the two girls. He looked at Bulma, but said nothing. There was no need. Bulma read Vegeta's question in his eyes, and she had reassured him that she was fine. He focused his attention on Rye instead.
"Release her."
Whatever shocked her was gone now, when she answered firmly, "No."
Vegeta's eyes narrowed.
"Not until I get my answer."
"He already told you! He thought you were dead!" Bulma yelled just as firmly back. Vegeta placed a restraining hand on her shoulder, silencing her.
"Rye, what do you want me to say? Radditz was sent on a purging mission near Namek, that planet you were headed for, so he stoped by and heard that you died."
Although her emotions were ripping her apart in her soul, she kept her posture. "So he did. Frieza was following my trail. I had to fake my furneral."
His eyes showed surprise, but he said nothing about it. "Then. Why are you blaming me?!" Vegeta answered, his every word drenched in cold anger and bitter hatred. Not a trace of shame or regret.
"I thought you would have followed your heart." She admitted quietly.
"I've got no patience for sentimental rubbish."
"That doesn't matter. You PROMISED me you were going to find me later. Why didn't you come? I waited decades for you! And... and when I heard Frieza was killed, I came out of hiding to look for you... and then... and then I find you already forgotten about me!" She could no longer hold her emotion, and tears blurred her eyes.
"Rye," Vegeta talked more softly now, his face asking for her to listen, to accept his explanation. "I told Frieza that I killed you... to escape punishment. What do you think he would have done if he learned I was chasing after a cadaver?"
Bulma looked at Vegeta, and then at Rye, and back to Vegeta. She had never seen this side of him. She was confused, and Bulma was not the one to be left in the dark. "Do you mind filling me in on what you are talking about?"
Vegeta looked away, but Rye smiled through tears and nodded. "Of course, Bulma. I think you have every right to know this." Vegeta looked at her like she'd gone crazy, but that went ignored.
Rye searched through Bulma's mind, trying to determine how much she already knew. "This is going to be one long story. Okay, you already know Vegeta was once Frieza's slave, but I'm amazed that he never spoke a word about me. We all served Frieza together... Vegeta, Radditz, Nappa and me, although I didn't go on as many purging mission as they did, I was forced to worked just as much and sometimes even more than they were. I was strictly kept around the ship because of my ingenuity. Frieza wanted the newest technology. Then... something happened one day. It's quite a long story."
"I don't think I'm going anywhere soon." There was a small trace of distaste, but Rye heed no attention.
---
Chichi sat by the boy, who was now sleeping peacefully on the couch. His leg has been bandaged and he had on Goten's old yet clean, crisp clothes. There were so many questions, so many things she should be doing, but she figured as long as he was asleep, nothing could be done. As if on cue, the body twitched a little and he sat up, dazed.
"You're finally awake." Her words filled with relief.
"Huh? Who are you? Where am I?"
"I'm Chichi. My boys found you on our doorstep, or so they say." She smiled warmly.
The boy perhaps sensed he was in safe hands, for he asked for food.
"Of course. You must be famished." Then, she summoned Gohan to get some food, and he brought back two shares: one for her, and one for the boy.
Despite his age and size, the little boy ate ferociously, as if he hadn't eaten for the whole day, and he probably hasn't.
"So," Gohan asked impatiently, "what's your name?"
"Weth."
"More importantly, where's your parents, Weth?" Chichi demanded.
"I... don't know. I lost them."
"How?" Gohan asked symphathetically.
"We were camping, but this morning, before they were up, I spotted a deer, and I was chasing it. Then... then it ran off into the bushes, and I couldn't find him, but then while I was searching in the bushes, I found an angry bear!"
Chichi gasped.
"It chased me, up and down and around and around. I was scared. I didn't look where I was going, but I was too afraid to stop and look. I just kept running. Then my foot slipped, and I lost balance. I rolled down the mountain."
By now, Goten and Goku has also walked into the family room. Goten stared at him wide eyed and fascinated. "Cool. You got chased by a bear? We've gotten chased by a dinosaur before, Trunks and I. That was awesome."
It was quite obvious Chichi did not approve of the tone of voice, but said nothing of it. The boy stared back with even wider eyes of fear.
"Well, I must say, you were very brave for a young boy." Gohan stated.
"Hmph. Brave, yes, but also foolish. I bet your parents are worried SICK about you by now!" Chichi said sternly. "That also explains your tattered clothing and twisted ankle. Tomorrow morning, we'll go look for you parents, okay?"
The boy could only nod. He wasn't used to being spoke so harshly.
"Okay?" Chichi repeated more forcefully to the boys, particularly Goku, and they, too, all nodded. With a sweeping glance, she gathered up the dishes and went to tidy the kitchen.
Once she was out of hearing range, Gohan patted his shoulders. "Don't worry about it. Mom could be strict sometimes, but she's really nice."
"Uh huh." Weth nodded, unconvinced.
"Hey, Weth, maybe we should call your parents? To let them know you're okay. Do you know your phone number?" Gohan asked.
"Ummm... I don't think... they've noticed."
All six eyebrows rose six inches.
"Why not?" Even Goku knew that shouldn't be so.
"My parents have..." He stared down at the small hole on the sofa. "I just don't think it's a good idea."
"Are you sure?"
He nodded firmly.
"Alright. We can just wait until tomorrow." Gohan and Goku bid good night, and they went upstairs.
---
"Gohan, why do you think he hesitated like that?" Goku asked once upstairs.
"His family must have some sort of problems."
"Problems? What do you mean?"
Gohan shrugged. "Divorce? I don't know. For all we know, that boy may have been abandoned."
Goku's eyes opened wide, so wide that the eyeballs could roll off any minute. "ABANDONED!"
"Shuuu!" Gohan hissed. "Dad, don't talk so loud!"
"Sorry, sorry." He scrached his head sheepishly in the famous Goku style.
"Besides, it's rude to talk about other family's problems. It's none of our business."
"That's sad. Who'll abandon their own child?"
---
"And... why had Vegeta never told me this?" Bulma looked sharply at him after hearing the painful story that shredded her heart just by listening.
Rye stared at him, too, although she had a pretty good idea why. Vegeta knew he should turn around, and he did so, relunctantly. The two pair of eyes were more than intense, glaring against his temple.
"Rye, you have no right blaming me for this. I didn't have any choice in this matter, and now that I finally do, I choose to live my life without you. Besides," he sneered, "you don't need me anymore. You just want this."
---
Woah! What does Vegeta mean by "this"?! You'll just have to wait... which shouldn't be too long. Heh heh, the plot just gets thicker when you thought it'll be over soon, didn't you? I've got some news that might startle you. I, myself, thought it was going to be over soon, but I got an inspiration at the last possible moment. I was going to update on Wednesday, but I forgot, and now I'm glad I didn't. You see, I made a HUGE decision today, one that could turn the ending 180 degrees around.
Originally, I planned to write out the past as Rye is telling Bulma, but I decided against it. Instead, I'm going to post it as the prequel to this story, under the title "My Destiny". Although most of it is already finished, I feel that if it's to stand as an independent story, then I have to add more to the ending, and right now, I can't afford to waste any time, because I made a promise to finish this story before the end of this month, and I'm planning to keep that promise.
Finally, I'm glad you think my story "rocks", Willow. Teehee, that's such a cool word. I can't stop saying it. And I was just browsing the fanfiction archive, when I noticed something. If you search up Bulma and Vegeta, there's 46 pages of it, but if you search up Vegeta and Bulma, there's only 14 pages! There's no difference between the two, is there?
"Because," the familiar voice sliced sharply through the rocks, "I thought you were dead."
Rye stood frozen, shocked, while Vegeta came down to eye level with the two girls. He looked at Bulma, but said nothing. There was no need. Bulma read Vegeta's question in his eyes, and she had reassured him that she was fine. He focused his attention on Rye instead.
"Release her."
Whatever shocked her was gone now, when she answered firmly, "No."
Vegeta's eyes narrowed.
"Not until I get my answer."
"He already told you! He thought you were dead!" Bulma yelled just as firmly back. Vegeta placed a restraining hand on her shoulder, silencing her.
"Rye, what do you want me to say? Radditz was sent on a purging mission near Namek, that planet you were headed for, so he stoped by and heard that you died."
Although her emotions were ripping her apart in her soul, she kept her posture. "So he did. Frieza was following my trail. I had to fake my furneral."
His eyes showed surprise, but he said nothing about it. "Then. Why are you blaming me?!" Vegeta answered, his every word drenched in cold anger and bitter hatred. Not a trace of shame or regret.
"I thought you would have followed your heart." She admitted quietly.
"I've got no patience for sentimental rubbish."
"That doesn't matter. You PROMISED me you were going to find me later. Why didn't you come? I waited decades for you! And... and when I heard Frieza was killed, I came out of hiding to look for you... and then... and then I find you already forgotten about me!" She could no longer hold her emotion, and tears blurred her eyes.
"Rye," Vegeta talked more softly now, his face asking for her to listen, to accept his explanation. "I told Frieza that I killed you... to escape punishment. What do you think he would have done if he learned I was chasing after a cadaver?"
Bulma looked at Vegeta, and then at Rye, and back to Vegeta. She had never seen this side of him. She was confused, and Bulma was not the one to be left in the dark. "Do you mind filling me in on what you are talking about?"
Vegeta looked away, but Rye smiled through tears and nodded. "Of course, Bulma. I think you have every right to know this." Vegeta looked at her like she'd gone crazy, but that went ignored.
Rye searched through Bulma's mind, trying to determine how much she already knew. "This is going to be one long story. Okay, you already know Vegeta was once Frieza's slave, but I'm amazed that he never spoke a word about me. We all served Frieza together... Vegeta, Radditz, Nappa and me, although I didn't go on as many purging mission as they did, I was forced to worked just as much and sometimes even more than they were. I was strictly kept around the ship because of my ingenuity. Frieza wanted the newest technology. Then... something happened one day. It's quite a long story."
"I don't think I'm going anywhere soon." There was a small trace of distaste, but Rye heed no attention.
---
Chichi sat by the boy, who was now sleeping peacefully on the couch. His leg has been bandaged and he had on Goten's old yet clean, crisp clothes. There were so many questions, so many things she should be doing, but she figured as long as he was asleep, nothing could be done. As if on cue, the body twitched a little and he sat up, dazed.
"You're finally awake." Her words filled with relief.
"Huh? Who are you? Where am I?"
"I'm Chichi. My boys found you on our doorstep, or so they say." She smiled warmly.
The boy perhaps sensed he was in safe hands, for he asked for food.
"Of course. You must be famished." Then, she summoned Gohan to get some food, and he brought back two shares: one for her, and one for the boy.
Despite his age and size, the little boy ate ferociously, as if he hadn't eaten for the whole day, and he probably hasn't.
"So," Gohan asked impatiently, "what's your name?"
"Weth."
"More importantly, where's your parents, Weth?" Chichi demanded.
"I... don't know. I lost them."
"How?" Gohan asked symphathetically.
"We were camping, but this morning, before they were up, I spotted a deer, and I was chasing it. Then... then it ran off into the bushes, and I couldn't find him, but then while I was searching in the bushes, I found an angry bear!"
Chichi gasped.
"It chased me, up and down and around and around. I was scared. I didn't look where I was going, but I was too afraid to stop and look. I just kept running. Then my foot slipped, and I lost balance. I rolled down the mountain."
By now, Goten and Goku has also walked into the family room. Goten stared at him wide eyed and fascinated. "Cool. You got chased by a bear? We've gotten chased by a dinosaur before, Trunks and I. That was awesome."
It was quite obvious Chichi did not approve of the tone of voice, but said nothing of it. The boy stared back with even wider eyes of fear.
"Well, I must say, you were very brave for a young boy." Gohan stated.
"Hmph. Brave, yes, but also foolish. I bet your parents are worried SICK about you by now!" Chichi said sternly. "That also explains your tattered clothing and twisted ankle. Tomorrow morning, we'll go look for you parents, okay?"
The boy could only nod. He wasn't used to being spoke so harshly.
"Okay?" Chichi repeated more forcefully to the boys, particularly Goku, and they, too, all nodded. With a sweeping glance, she gathered up the dishes and went to tidy the kitchen.
Once she was out of hearing range, Gohan patted his shoulders. "Don't worry about it. Mom could be strict sometimes, but she's really nice."
"Uh huh." Weth nodded, unconvinced.
"Hey, Weth, maybe we should call your parents? To let them know you're okay. Do you know your phone number?" Gohan asked.
"Ummm... I don't think... they've noticed."
All six eyebrows rose six inches.
"Why not?" Even Goku knew that shouldn't be so.
"My parents have..." He stared down at the small hole on the sofa. "I just don't think it's a good idea."
"Are you sure?"
He nodded firmly.
"Alright. We can just wait until tomorrow." Gohan and Goku bid good night, and they went upstairs.
---
"Gohan, why do you think he hesitated like that?" Goku asked once upstairs.
"His family must have some sort of problems."
"Problems? What do you mean?"
Gohan shrugged. "Divorce? I don't know. For all we know, that boy may have been abandoned."
Goku's eyes opened wide, so wide that the eyeballs could roll off any minute. "ABANDONED!"
"Shuuu!" Gohan hissed. "Dad, don't talk so loud!"
"Sorry, sorry." He scrached his head sheepishly in the famous Goku style.
"Besides, it's rude to talk about other family's problems. It's none of our business."
"That's sad. Who'll abandon their own child?"
---
"And... why had Vegeta never told me this?" Bulma looked sharply at him after hearing the painful story that shredded her heart just by listening.
Rye stared at him, too, although she had a pretty good idea why. Vegeta knew he should turn around, and he did so, relunctantly. The two pair of eyes were more than intense, glaring against his temple.
"Rye, you have no right blaming me for this. I didn't have any choice in this matter, and now that I finally do, I choose to live my life without you. Besides," he sneered, "you don't need me anymore. You just want this."
---
Woah! What does Vegeta mean by "this"?! You'll just have to wait... which shouldn't be too long. Heh heh, the plot just gets thicker when you thought it'll be over soon, didn't you? I've got some news that might startle you. I, myself, thought it was going to be over soon, but I got an inspiration at the last possible moment. I was going to update on Wednesday, but I forgot, and now I'm glad I didn't. You see, I made a HUGE decision today, one that could turn the ending 180 degrees around.
Originally, I planned to write out the past as Rye is telling Bulma, but I decided against it. Instead, I'm going to post it as the prequel to this story, under the title "My Destiny". Although most of it is already finished, I feel that if it's to stand as an independent story, then I have to add more to the ending, and right now, I can't afford to waste any time, because I made a promise to finish this story before the end of this month, and I'm planning to keep that promise.
Finally, I'm glad you think my story "rocks", Willow. Teehee, that's such a cool word. I can't stop saying it. And I was just browsing the fanfiction archive, when I noticed something. If you search up Bulma and Vegeta, there's 46 pages of it, but if you search up Vegeta and Bulma, there's only 14 pages! There's no difference between the two, is there?
