"A Passion Kind of Thing."
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Dbz. Except a tape of all my favourite episodes that I think my sister tapped over...hem hem..(Ha ha..Umbridge to anyone who's read Order of the Phoenix)
A/N: Alrighty. Thank you to everyone who reviewed! This chappie is going to be sad (I hope). And this chapted starts off, and I think the next one will be based on Trunks and Vegeta, because is the Android Saga, we don't see much of Bulma. Not as much as we do in the Buu saga, anyways.
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Dark. It was so dark. And cold. It wasn't supposed to be this cold in the summer. It wasn't that warm outside to begin with (but it wasn't this cold), and the air conditioning wasn't on..and Vegeta..
"Vegeta!" She sat up in bed, looking around the room, and noticing the open window. Pulling her housecoat tighter around herself, she threw her covers back, slowly making her way to the 'balcony.' It wasn't really a balcony, just the roof of a room on the lower level, that connected their room, and Vegeta's old one, that was now Trunk's room. There was no railing, no chairs, but Vegeta had taken to standing on it, watching something she could never see. Today, he was staring out into the sunrise, his arms folded as usual, but today, something was different. And suddenly, she knew.
"You're leaving, aren't you?" She asked, watching his back from just outside the window.
He lowered his head and sighed. "Yes."
"The androids aren't supposed to be here for another three months."
"My instinct is telling me.."
"Telling you what?"
"That time has been shifted. Everything that boy has told us may differ. Kakarott senses it too."
She lowered her eyes. She knew this had been coming. But she had pushed it away, refused to acknowledge it until she absolutely had to. But now...now he was leaving and she wasn't ready.
Her shoulders shook, and she choked back her tears. He hated it when she cried. But it was all too much, and she finally let out a quiet sob.
He turned around to face her, slowly advancing until his shadow blocked the sun from her view.
"What's this?" He spoke softly, tilting her chin up.
"I-I'm..just so frightened.."
"Of what? The androids?"
"N-no...of..of losing you, Vegeta."
He sighed again, kissing her forehead, before pulling her small frame to his chest.
"I can't reassure you."
She sniffed. "I know."
Slowly, pulling her with him, he made his way to the other window, slowly climbing through and stopping at the edge of his son's crib.
The baby slowly opened his eyes, searching Vegeta's face. Slowly, and Bulma was sure that Trunks sensed it before she did, Vegeta powered up. Bulma blinked as gold flashed, and she had to shake her head before she remembered that the blond man standing before her was still Vegeta.
Slowly, to Bulma's amazement, Trunks slowly lifted his tiny hand and gripped his father's fingers.
" Gby...Dada.."
Vegeta smiled, crouching down and stroked his son's bangs, in probably the last affectionate gesture he would ever show this child in seven years.
"Goodbye, Trunks."
And even after Vegeta was gone, even after he lay in his mothers arms as she stood on the balcony, this Trunks would always remember those words his entire life, even when his father came home.
'Goodbye, Trunks.'
And in the future world, a fifteen year old boy, with purple hair (A/N: I never understood that. Black and blue, or as some say, black and green, do not make purple.) And blue eyes, lay in his bed, watching the ceiling of the shelter, his arms behind his head. And suddenly, without warning, tears slipped from his eyes.
"Goodbye, Dad."
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Aww...anyways..just one moment please...*Does a dance* SUMMER IS HERE! SUMMER IS HERE! YYYYYAAAAHHHHHHH! Phew..okay. Terribly sorry. Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter. I felt incredible sad (which is kind of pathetic) when I wrote the ending. Which is okay, I guess, because this chapter is meant to be sad. But as they say "Better to have loved and lost to have not loved at all." I don't really think this is true in the Trunks and Vegeta thing. The present Trunks, has this father who never shows affection, but you can still tell he loves his son. The future Trunks, hadn't technically met his father (Except for my version, where he still remembers saying goodbye) but you see that he loves Vegeta, dead or in the present time. Their relationship has always touched me, I don't really know why. Anyways, enough babbling. Please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Dbz. Except a tape of all my favourite episodes that I think my sister tapped over...hem hem..(Ha ha..Umbridge to anyone who's read Order of the Phoenix)
A/N: Alrighty. Thank you to everyone who reviewed! This chappie is going to be sad (I hope). And this chapted starts off, and I think the next one will be based on Trunks and Vegeta, because is the Android Saga, we don't see much of Bulma. Not as much as we do in the Buu saga, anyways.
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Dark. It was so dark. And cold. It wasn't supposed to be this cold in the summer. It wasn't that warm outside to begin with (but it wasn't this cold), and the air conditioning wasn't on..and Vegeta..
"Vegeta!" She sat up in bed, looking around the room, and noticing the open window. Pulling her housecoat tighter around herself, she threw her covers back, slowly making her way to the 'balcony.' It wasn't really a balcony, just the roof of a room on the lower level, that connected their room, and Vegeta's old one, that was now Trunk's room. There was no railing, no chairs, but Vegeta had taken to standing on it, watching something she could never see. Today, he was staring out into the sunrise, his arms folded as usual, but today, something was different. And suddenly, she knew.
"You're leaving, aren't you?" She asked, watching his back from just outside the window.
He lowered his head and sighed. "Yes."
"The androids aren't supposed to be here for another three months."
"My instinct is telling me.."
"Telling you what?"
"That time has been shifted. Everything that boy has told us may differ. Kakarott senses it too."
She lowered her eyes. She knew this had been coming. But she had pushed it away, refused to acknowledge it until she absolutely had to. But now...now he was leaving and she wasn't ready.
Her shoulders shook, and she choked back her tears. He hated it when she cried. But it was all too much, and she finally let out a quiet sob.
He turned around to face her, slowly advancing until his shadow blocked the sun from her view.
"What's this?" He spoke softly, tilting her chin up.
"I-I'm..just so frightened.."
"Of what? The androids?"
"N-no...of..of losing you, Vegeta."
He sighed again, kissing her forehead, before pulling her small frame to his chest.
"I can't reassure you."
She sniffed. "I know."
Slowly, pulling her with him, he made his way to the other window, slowly climbing through and stopping at the edge of his son's crib.
The baby slowly opened his eyes, searching Vegeta's face. Slowly, and Bulma was sure that Trunks sensed it before she did, Vegeta powered up. Bulma blinked as gold flashed, and she had to shake her head before she remembered that the blond man standing before her was still Vegeta.
Slowly, to Bulma's amazement, Trunks slowly lifted his tiny hand and gripped his father's fingers.
" Gby...Dada.."
Vegeta smiled, crouching down and stroked his son's bangs, in probably the last affectionate gesture he would ever show this child in seven years.
"Goodbye, Trunks."
And even after Vegeta was gone, even after he lay in his mothers arms as she stood on the balcony, this Trunks would always remember those words his entire life, even when his father came home.
'Goodbye, Trunks.'
And in the future world, a fifteen year old boy, with purple hair (A/N: I never understood that. Black and blue, or as some say, black and green, do not make purple.) And blue eyes, lay in his bed, watching the ceiling of the shelter, his arms behind his head. And suddenly, without warning, tears slipped from his eyes.
"Goodbye, Dad."
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Aww...anyways..just one moment please...*Does a dance* SUMMER IS HERE! SUMMER IS HERE! YYYYYAAAAHHHHHHH! Phew..okay. Terribly sorry. Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter. I felt incredible sad (which is kind of pathetic) when I wrote the ending. Which is okay, I guess, because this chapter is meant to be sad. But as they say "Better to have loved and lost to have not loved at all." I don't really think this is true in the Trunks and Vegeta thing. The present Trunks, has this father who never shows affection, but you can still tell he loves his son. The future Trunks, hadn't technically met his father (Except for my version, where he still remembers saying goodbye) but you see that he loves Vegeta, dead or in the present time. Their relationship has always touched me, I don't really know why. Anyways, enough babbling. Please review!