Last time:
"Me neither," he whispered, eyes closed. He didn't care that he wasn't "acting like Vegeta", and really, no one seemed to notice. "And I know you hate hearing this, and believe me, its not easy to say-"
"I know Vegeta," she all but whimpered, turning away. "I know."
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"Miss! Miss!"
Bulma groaned, swatting away whoever dared wake her from her peaceful dream: Trunks in her arms, laughing at nothing she could see, Vegeta's arm around her waist, kissing her cheek lovingly. Kami how she craved that!
"Miss! Please wake up miss! We've found the two people in question!"
She bolted up right, head colliding with the red-haired office.
"My baby! You've found my baby?"
"No, no, please, listen." He held her arms. "We found the man and the woman Mr. Ouji described. Both are positively identified as Buncho Seo and Arisa Kuno."
Bulma was out of the room and down the hall in seconds, not at all shocked when she saw Vegeta screaming at an officer.
"Let me talk to those scum!" he screamed, looking as though he'd strike him at any moment. "One of them took my son and I'm going to find out who!"
"Ah, Miss Briefs. How are you?"
"Where are they?" she hissed, clenching her teeth and startling the officer. "Show me them."
"They're being questioned, Miss Briefs. Please, both of you-" He shot a hard glare at Vegeta. "-just wait patiently. There's nothing more we can do right now. Your son wasn't found at either of the suspects' homes."
"What're you saying!" Bulma demanded. They couldn't be saying what she thought they were saying. No. Her worst fears were not being realized. Trunks was safe somewhere; scared and lonely, but safe. Not…Not…She couldn't even think it.
"I'm saying there's nothing else we can do right now without more information."
Bulma finally collapsed into Vegeta's arms, allowing him to lead her to a chair.
"He's my life," she whimpered, curling into his chest. "I don't know what I'd do without him…"
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"Nothing?" Bulma asked numbly, biting her nails, her hands shaking.
"Nothing," the officer sighed, bowing his head slightly. "I'm so sorry, but we can't hold either here any longer without charging them with a crime, and without your son, there's no crime. There's not a hint of him ever being at either of their houses…I'm sorry…"
"Well keep looking," was all she could think to say.
"We should go home too," Vegeta mumbled with a great yawn; he hadn't gotten nearly as much sleep as Bulma had; all the crying really wore her down.
"But-"
"We'll call you the second we find a lead," the officer promised, giving her a weak smile.
They pulled into the Ouji's driveway around 5:00 PM, both exhausted. The strain of simply staying awake and having to think about what was happening was killing them both. Bulma didn't even think about what she was doing, and walked into Vegeta's house and up to his room with him.
"They'll find him," she said, eyes looking blankly up at Vegeta as she took a seat on his bed. "Right?"
He forced a nod and sat beside her.
"I want my baby Vegeta…I miss him so much…I-"
He pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her. She didn't protest; she was too tired.
Slowly he moved towards her, catching her eyes for a brief second before plunging in and capturing her lips. Vulnerable and shattered, she surrendered, wrapping her arms around his neck. She didn't care in that instance that she was supposed to be hating him, that he'd cheated on her; she needed the comfort badly, more than she'd ever need it before. She was crying, tears splashing onto his face; neither cared. He slipped his hand under her shirt and rested it on her warm, flat belly.
"Bulma," he whispered, sending chills down her spine.
"Vegeta," she answered hoarsely, urging him on. He pulled at her shirt, easily slipping it from her thinning body; was she eating right? "Take me."
She tugged feverishly at his pants, hissing at the zipper when it stuck. He smiled weakly, helping her with them. He went for her pants, easily pulling them off and tossing them to the side.
"Come back to me, Bulma," he said, almost sounding like a plea.
She suddenly froze.
"Vegeta," she said; but he was now too busy working on her neck. "Vegeta, stop," she gasped, pushing him away. "I can't do this. No, not now, not ever. Trunks is gone and we're over." She whipped her eyes furiously, grabbing at her discarded shirt and pulling it on. "I'm supposed to be getting over you, not falling for you again." She didn't know why she said this last statement, only that it was completely true and she meant for him to hear it.
"You're falling for me?" His voice was weak.
"No," she said firmly, barely able to choke it out. She found her pants and tugged them on, not bothering with the button.
He gave her a look as if to say, "You're certain?"
"That's why I can walk away." She was out the door before he could force a breath.
Twenty minutes later Bulma sat on her bedroom floor, a box of old photos in front of her, pictures scattered everywhere. She was looking at one with her and Chi-Chi from last year; it was a week before she had Gohan, and Bulma was already showing a little; she tossed it back in the box. She should probably call Chi-Chi soon, and 18.
"Where are you baby?" she sighed, glancing at his picture on her bed stand.
She looked through the pictures some more, wanting to rip most in half in a rage. Her eyes suddenly fell on one she didn't remember even being taken; must have been put there by her mother. Her and Vegeta sat on her living room couch, she was smiling broadly and Vegeta had his usual scowl and wasn't even looking at the camera. His head was down on her swollen belly; fingers sprawled out as if trying to communicate with the fetus inside.
"I hate you," she whimpered, crushing the picture to her chest, tears falling on some other pictures in her lap.
Soon she had enough with the old photos, the emotion being too much for her, and pushed the box back under her bed. When she realized the picture was still in her hand, she pulled the box back out and tossed it back in. It was halfway back under, when she snatched the picture and placed it on her bedside table, next to the picture of Trunks.
"Kami I hate you," she said again to the picture as she crawled into bed. "So why do I still love you so much?"
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Vegeta paced around his room, something he seemed to do too often now, pondering everything that had happened since the play. Trunks was gone, possibly forever; Bulma still hated him, but she was struggling, she wanted to love him, but-
"What's the use?" he groaned, falling onto his bed, the urge for his former bad habit pulling at him. He was still in his boxers from when he'd almost had Bulma again, soft and warm and willing in his arms. Kami how he missed that feeling; her scent, her touch, her…love.
A sudden knock at the door brought him from his thoughts.
"What?"
"It's your mother, can I come in?" Since when did she ask such things?
"Yeah," he sighed, turning away from the door.
"I just saw Bulma run out of here, crying." She sat on the bed. "What happened? Did you two have a fight?"
"You're a bright one." Even in his ultimate sorrow, his sarcasm still took hold of him with its icy grasp. She didn't seem to notice it, or if she did, ignored it.
"What happened?"
"We had a fight."
"About what?"
"None of your business."
"Vegeta Ouji," she snapped, forcing him to look at her. "That girl is in incredible pain right now! You know better than anyone 'cause you're in the same pain! Why can't you simply comfort her and not let your stupid hostility drive her away?" She slapped him on the back of the head when he sat up. "Now tell me what happened."
"You really want to know?" he yelled, pushing her off the bed. She stood, knowing he would do that.
"Yes."
"Fine!" He stood as well, on the other side of the bed. He grabbed up his pants and threw them at his mother; she caught them. "We came home from the police station and she was upset!" He was shaking all over. "I didn't know what else to do, so-"
"You kissed her."
"Yes," he hissed. "I kissed her. And she kissed me back."
"Well why wouldn't she? She needed comfort."
"Would you let me tell the damn story?" She nodded. "She kissed me back, and then…" He stopped. He'd been such a fool.
"You tried to sleep with her, didn't you?"
He didn't answer.
"Vegeta," she sighed, walking over and grabbing his arms, forcing him to meet her eyes. "She's so completely vulnerable right now. And I know you just want to help her and stop her crying and make her happy, but that's the last thing she needs is having to combat her feelings for you with those for your son. She doesn't need anymore burden right now…Goku called."
He nodded, slipping easily from his mother's grip and tumbling onto his bed; he'd call him back later.
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Yamcha, Sorai, Rikyu, and Emiko (16) came home from a backbreaking two-on-two basketball game; Sorai and Emiko won, creaming their older brothers. The news of Trunks' abduction hadn't reached their ears yet; Rikyu was still bitter about Bulma deciding to call it quits on them; he didn't understand, and quite frankly, he was too pissed to try. He'd come around eventually and they'd be great friends again, but right now he needed some space; he loved her so much.
"Oh you guys sucked out there," Emiko laughed, chugging sloppy gulps of orange juice straight from the carton. "I don't think I've ever won a game by THAT many points."
"Can it, Emi," Yamcha snapped, still angry about losing to his little brother and sister, both at least two inches shorter than him.
Rikyu sat at the kitchen table, head in his arms, thinking of Bulma. Kami he missed her. Where had things gone wrong?
"I did that for months after we split," Yamcha said, taking a seat beside him. "But you'll get over her soon enough, and realize she was right, and you'll be happy for her, and love her as a friend, and soon you'll find someone knew."
"You're wrong," he spat, looking away.
"I had that same attitude. I don't blame you for being angry with me. I just hope you don't drag yourself down too much."
"Masumi's home to watch the kids, right?" Sorai asked, looking around the corner as if his siblings were there. "I can hear Sayuri crying. I hope she's not in that phase Yoshi was in. Non-stop crying all day long."
"Speak of the devil," Emiko said as Masumi (15), Sayuri (7), Suko (12), and Yoshi (8) came into the kitchen; Masumi was carrying an empty popcorn bowl. "What were you all doing?"
"Watching a movie," Yoshi beamed with a tooth grin; obviously one of his favorites.
"Hey, umm, if you're all in here-" Sorai looked to Emiko, then Yamcha. "-then whose crying upstairs?"
Everyone strained their ears.
"Maybe it's Nariko (13)," Suko offered, grabbing a juice box from the refrigerator, which Yoshi stole from her and ran.
"No, it sound like a baby crying," said Emiko, arching an eyebrow. "Nariko doesn't sound like a baby when she cries."
"Well then someone better go see what's wrong," Sayuri said. "'Cause if she's crying like a baby then she's really upset."
Emiko, Sorai and Yamcha headed the search with Masumi and Sayuri at their heals.
"Nariko," Yamcha called, knocking on her bedroom door.
"I'll just go in," said Masumi. "It's my room too."
"No, let her answer…Nariko?"
"Yeah?" she finally answered, voice sounding rather shaky.
"What's going on in there? Are you alright? I heard you crying."
"Oh, right. Umm, no, that was the TV. I was watching some movie and accidentally turned the volume up real high. Sorry."
"Can I come in?"
"Umm, no. I'm fine. I'd rather be alone right now."
Just then the crying started up again.
"Damn it," they heard her swear. "Sorry. I stepped on the remote."
"Just mute it," Yamcha suggested, gently turning the knob and finding it locked. "Do you have a key?" he whispered to Masumi. "There's something going on in there."
"Umm, yeah, up there, on the door frame."
"Thanks." He reached up and grabbed the little key, same as all the others for the bedrooms of the house; a skeleton key. He gently inserted the key in the lock, turning it slowly so not to make a sound. "Shh." He pushed on the door, praying that it didn't creak. But he couldn't help but gasp, along with everyone else, at what he saw.
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Shirosama plopped down on the couch next to Bulma, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
"What'cha watchin' sis?" he asked, knowing full well that she was just spacing out.
"I dunno," she sighed, handing him the remote.
"How'd things go with Rikyu?" Anything to keep her mind off Trunks.
"Oh, Rikyu?" She looked at him as if snapping out of a daze. "Yeah, he's alright I guess. He wasn't too happy when I told him…"
"What'd he say?"
"That I was wrong and selfish, whatever that meant. I don't think he'll ever talk to me again." Her monotone worried Shirosama, but he pressed her anyway, hoping to trigger something that would set her mind away from her stolen son. "And I feel like I should go back to him, you know? I miss him like crazy and I love him to death, but…"
"I understand," he sighed, defeated. "I love you sis."
"You too 'sama…You too…"
"Bulma!!" Both their heads snapped in the direction of the front door. "Bulma it's me Yamcha! Bulma, are you there!"
Shirosama jogged to the door, nearly falling over when Yamcha came rushing in.
"Kami Bulma, I'm so sorry. We didn't know," he confessed, hugging her tightly. "Rikyu was angry and we hadn't talked in a few days and-Kami, Nariko, I don't know what got into her, I just-I-"
"Yamcha, what's going on?" Shirosama demanded. "What-" His voice dropped instantly as he saw Rikyu, and several more of Yamcha's siblings enter the house; Rikyu's arms were full with a crying, purple-haired bundle.
"Trunks!" Bulma screamed, shoving her brother and Yamcha aside to reach her baby. "Oh baby, oh baby," she cried, clutching him to her chest, joyous tears welcome and flowing. "I missed you so much. Oh my baby, my Trunks…"
"What happened?" Shirosama asked; Bulma wasn't listening, she'd find out soon enough.
"Nariko took her," he sighed, ashamed. "Sorai took her to the police station…We couldn't just let her…I mean…She needs some help…" He paused for a moment. "She was so angry with Bulma for leaving me…and then when she left Rikyu…She couldn't take it…She looked up to Bulma so much…She…" He stopped, he couldn't say anymore.
"Bulma, are you ok?" Rikyu asked, taking a seat beside her, wanting to crush her to him.
"Thank you so much," she whispered, kissing his cheek. "Thank you…"
He smiled.
"Can I get you or Trunks anything?"
"Yeah…" She couldn't help her smile. "Vegeta."
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---Chapter 19!! Woo! Oh my Kami! Can you believe it was her? You people probably didn't even know who she was, heehee. But hey, I introduced her before (she's in the last chapter of Falling For The Neighbor Boy-she's angry with Bulma in that chapter). Great twist huh? I'm proud :P Heehee.
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Next time: The aftermath…
"Me neither," he whispered, eyes closed. He didn't care that he wasn't "acting like Vegeta", and really, no one seemed to notice. "And I know you hate hearing this, and believe me, its not easy to say-"
"I know Vegeta," she all but whimpered, turning away. "I know."
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"Miss! Miss!"
Bulma groaned, swatting away whoever dared wake her from her peaceful dream: Trunks in her arms, laughing at nothing she could see, Vegeta's arm around her waist, kissing her cheek lovingly. Kami how she craved that!
"Miss! Please wake up miss! We've found the two people in question!"
She bolted up right, head colliding with the red-haired office.
"My baby! You've found my baby?"
"No, no, please, listen." He held her arms. "We found the man and the woman Mr. Ouji described. Both are positively identified as Buncho Seo and Arisa Kuno."
Bulma was out of the room and down the hall in seconds, not at all shocked when she saw Vegeta screaming at an officer.
"Let me talk to those scum!" he screamed, looking as though he'd strike him at any moment. "One of them took my son and I'm going to find out who!"
"Ah, Miss Briefs. How are you?"
"Where are they?" she hissed, clenching her teeth and startling the officer. "Show me them."
"They're being questioned, Miss Briefs. Please, both of you-" He shot a hard glare at Vegeta. "-just wait patiently. There's nothing more we can do right now. Your son wasn't found at either of the suspects' homes."
"What're you saying!" Bulma demanded. They couldn't be saying what she thought they were saying. No. Her worst fears were not being realized. Trunks was safe somewhere; scared and lonely, but safe. Not…Not…She couldn't even think it.
"I'm saying there's nothing else we can do right now without more information."
Bulma finally collapsed into Vegeta's arms, allowing him to lead her to a chair.
"He's my life," she whimpered, curling into his chest. "I don't know what I'd do without him…"
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"Nothing?" Bulma asked numbly, biting her nails, her hands shaking.
"Nothing," the officer sighed, bowing his head slightly. "I'm so sorry, but we can't hold either here any longer without charging them with a crime, and without your son, there's no crime. There's not a hint of him ever being at either of their houses…I'm sorry…"
"Well keep looking," was all she could think to say.
"We should go home too," Vegeta mumbled with a great yawn; he hadn't gotten nearly as much sleep as Bulma had; all the crying really wore her down.
"But-"
"We'll call you the second we find a lead," the officer promised, giving her a weak smile.
They pulled into the Ouji's driveway around 5:00 PM, both exhausted. The strain of simply staying awake and having to think about what was happening was killing them both. Bulma didn't even think about what she was doing, and walked into Vegeta's house and up to his room with him.
"They'll find him," she said, eyes looking blankly up at Vegeta as she took a seat on his bed. "Right?"
He forced a nod and sat beside her.
"I want my baby Vegeta…I miss him so much…I-"
He pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her. She didn't protest; she was too tired.
Slowly he moved towards her, catching her eyes for a brief second before plunging in and capturing her lips. Vulnerable and shattered, she surrendered, wrapping her arms around his neck. She didn't care in that instance that she was supposed to be hating him, that he'd cheated on her; she needed the comfort badly, more than she'd ever need it before. She was crying, tears splashing onto his face; neither cared. He slipped his hand under her shirt and rested it on her warm, flat belly.
"Bulma," he whispered, sending chills down her spine.
"Vegeta," she answered hoarsely, urging him on. He pulled at her shirt, easily slipping it from her thinning body; was she eating right? "Take me."
She tugged feverishly at his pants, hissing at the zipper when it stuck. He smiled weakly, helping her with them. He went for her pants, easily pulling them off and tossing them to the side.
"Come back to me, Bulma," he said, almost sounding like a plea.
She suddenly froze.
"Vegeta," she said; but he was now too busy working on her neck. "Vegeta, stop," she gasped, pushing him away. "I can't do this. No, not now, not ever. Trunks is gone and we're over." She whipped her eyes furiously, grabbing at her discarded shirt and pulling it on. "I'm supposed to be getting over you, not falling for you again." She didn't know why she said this last statement, only that it was completely true and she meant for him to hear it.
"You're falling for me?" His voice was weak.
"No," she said firmly, barely able to choke it out. She found her pants and tugged them on, not bothering with the button.
He gave her a look as if to say, "You're certain?"
"That's why I can walk away." She was out the door before he could force a breath.
Twenty minutes later Bulma sat on her bedroom floor, a box of old photos in front of her, pictures scattered everywhere. She was looking at one with her and Chi-Chi from last year; it was a week before she had Gohan, and Bulma was already showing a little; she tossed it back in the box. She should probably call Chi-Chi soon, and 18.
"Where are you baby?" she sighed, glancing at his picture on her bed stand.
She looked through the pictures some more, wanting to rip most in half in a rage. Her eyes suddenly fell on one she didn't remember even being taken; must have been put there by her mother. Her and Vegeta sat on her living room couch, she was smiling broadly and Vegeta had his usual scowl and wasn't even looking at the camera. His head was down on her swollen belly; fingers sprawled out as if trying to communicate with the fetus inside.
"I hate you," she whimpered, crushing the picture to her chest, tears falling on some other pictures in her lap.
Soon she had enough with the old photos, the emotion being too much for her, and pushed the box back under her bed. When she realized the picture was still in her hand, she pulled the box back out and tossed it back in. It was halfway back under, when she snatched the picture and placed it on her bedside table, next to the picture of Trunks.
"Kami I hate you," she said again to the picture as she crawled into bed. "So why do I still love you so much?"
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Vegeta paced around his room, something he seemed to do too often now, pondering everything that had happened since the play. Trunks was gone, possibly forever; Bulma still hated him, but she was struggling, she wanted to love him, but-
"What's the use?" he groaned, falling onto his bed, the urge for his former bad habit pulling at him. He was still in his boxers from when he'd almost had Bulma again, soft and warm and willing in his arms. Kami how he missed that feeling; her scent, her touch, her…love.
A sudden knock at the door brought him from his thoughts.
"What?"
"It's your mother, can I come in?" Since when did she ask such things?
"Yeah," he sighed, turning away from the door.
"I just saw Bulma run out of here, crying." She sat on the bed. "What happened? Did you two have a fight?"
"You're a bright one." Even in his ultimate sorrow, his sarcasm still took hold of him with its icy grasp. She didn't seem to notice it, or if she did, ignored it.
"What happened?"
"We had a fight."
"About what?"
"None of your business."
"Vegeta Ouji," she snapped, forcing him to look at her. "That girl is in incredible pain right now! You know better than anyone 'cause you're in the same pain! Why can't you simply comfort her and not let your stupid hostility drive her away?" She slapped him on the back of the head when he sat up. "Now tell me what happened."
"You really want to know?" he yelled, pushing her off the bed. She stood, knowing he would do that.
"Yes."
"Fine!" He stood as well, on the other side of the bed. He grabbed up his pants and threw them at his mother; she caught them. "We came home from the police station and she was upset!" He was shaking all over. "I didn't know what else to do, so-"
"You kissed her."
"Yes," he hissed. "I kissed her. And she kissed me back."
"Well why wouldn't she? She needed comfort."
"Would you let me tell the damn story?" She nodded. "She kissed me back, and then…" He stopped. He'd been such a fool.
"You tried to sleep with her, didn't you?"
He didn't answer.
"Vegeta," she sighed, walking over and grabbing his arms, forcing him to meet her eyes. "She's so completely vulnerable right now. And I know you just want to help her and stop her crying and make her happy, but that's the last thing she needs is having to combat her feelings for you with those for your son. She doesn't need anymore burden right now…Goku called."
He nodded, slipping easily from his mother's grip and tumbling onto his bed; he'd call him back later.
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Yamcha, Sorai, Rikyu, and Emiko (16) came home from a backbreaking two-on-two basketball game; Sorai and Emiko won, creaming their older brothers. The news of Trunks' abduction hadn't reached their ears yet; Rikyu was still bitter about Bulma deciding to call it quits on them; he didn't understand, and quite frankly, he was too pissed to try. He'd come around eventually and they'd be great friends again, but right now he needed some space; he loved her so much.
"Oh you guys sucked out there," Emiko laughed, chugging sloppy gulps of orange juice straight from the carton. "I don't think I've ever won a game by THAT many points."
"Can it, Emi," Yamcha snapped, still angry about losing to his little brother and sister, both at least two inches shorter than him.
Rikyu sat at the kitchen table, head in his arms, thinking of Bulma. Kami he missed her. Where had things gone wrong?
"I did that for months after we split," Yamcha said, taking a seat beside him. "But you'll get over her soon enough, and realize she was right, and you'll be happy for her, and love her as a friend, and soon you'll find someone knew."
"You're wrong," he spat, looking away.
"I had that same attitude. I don't blame you for being angry with me. I just hope you don't drag yourself down too much."
"Masumi's home to watch the kids, right?" Sorai asked, looking around the corner as if his siblings were there. "I can hear Sayuri crying. I hope she's not in that phase Yoshi was in. Non-stop crying all day long."
"Speak of the devil," Emiko said as Masumi (15), Sayuri (7), Suko (12), and Yoshi (8) came into the kitchen; Masumi was carrying an empty popcorn bowl. "What were you all doing?"
"Watching a movie," Yoshi beamed with a tooth grin; obviously one of his favorites.
"Hey, umm, if you're all in here-" Sorai looked to Emiko, then Yamcha. "-then whose crying upstairs?"
Everyone strained their ears.
"Maybe it's Nariko (13)," Suko offered, grabbing a juice box from the refrigerator, which Yoshi stole from her and ran.
"No, it sound like a baby crying," said Emiko, arching an eyebrow. "Nariko doesn't sound like a baby when she cries."
"Well then someone better go see what's wrong," Sayuri said. "'Cause if she's crying like a baby then she's really upset."
Emiko, Sorai and Yamcha headed the search with Masumi and Sayuri at their heals.
"Nariko," Yamcha called, knocking on her bedroom door.
"I'll just go in," said Masumi. "It's my room too."
"No, let her answer…Nariko?"
"Yeah?" she finally answered, voice sounding rather shaky.
"What's going on in there? Are you alright? I heard you crying."
"Oh, right. Umm, no, that was the TV. I was watching some movie and accidentally turned the volume up real high. Sorry."
"Can I come in?"
"Umm, no. I'm fine. I'd rather be alone right now."
Just then the crying started up again.
"Damn it," they heard her swear. "Sorry. I stepped on the remote."
"Just mute it," Yamcha suggested, gently turning the knob and finding it locked. "Do you have a key?" he whispered to Masumi. "There's something going on in there."
"Umm, yeah, up there, on the door frame."
"Thanks." He reached up and grabbed the little key, same as all the others for the bedrooms of the house; a skeleton key. He gently inserted the key in the lock, turning it slowly so not to make a sound. "Shh." He pushed on the door, praying that it didn't creak. But he couldn't help but gasp, along with everyone else, at what he saw.
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Shirosama plopped down on the couch next to Bulma, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
"What'cha watchin' sis?" he asked, knowing full well that she was just spacing out.
"I dunno," she sighed, handing him the remote.
"How'd things go with Rikyu?" Anything to keep her mind off Trunks.
"Oh, Rikyu?" She looked at him as if snapping out of a daze. "Yeah, he's alright I guess. He wasn't too happy when I told him…"
"What'd he say?"
"That I was wrong and selfish, whatever that meant. I don't think he'll ever talk to me again." Her monotone worried Shirosama, but he pressed her anyway, hoping to trigger something that would set her mind away from her stolen son. "And I feel like I should go back to him, you know? I miss him like crazy and I love him to death, but…"
"I understand," he sighed, defeated. "I love you sis."
"You too 'sama…You too…"
"Bulma!!" Both their heads snapped in the direction of the front door. "Bulma it's me Yamcha! Bulma, are you there!"
Shirosama jogged to the door, nearly falling over when Yamcha came rushing in.
"Kami Bulma, I'm so sorry. We didn't know," he confessed, hugging her tightly. "Rikyu was angry and we hadn't talked in a few days and-Kami, Nariko, I don't know what got into her, I just-I-"
"Yamcha, what's going on?" Shirosama demanded. "What-" His voice dropped instantly as he saw Rikyu, and several more of Yamcha's siblings enter the house; Rikyu's arms were full with a crying, purple-haired bundle.
"Trunks!" Bulma screamed, shoving her brother and Yamcha aside to reach her baby. "Oh baby, oh baby," she cried, clutching him to her chest, joyous tears welcome and flowing. "I missed you so much. Oh my baby, my Trunks…"
"What happened?" Shirosama asked; Bulma wasn't listening, she'd find out soon enough.
"Nariko took her," he sighed, ashamed. "Sorai took her to the police station…We couldn't just let her…I mean…She needs some help…" He paused for a moment. "She was so angry with Bulma for leaving me…and then when she left Rikyu…She couldn't take it…She looked up to Bulma so much…She…" He stopped, he couldn't say anymore.
"Bulma, are you ok?" Rikyu asked, taking a seat beside her, wanting to crush her to him.
"Thank you so much," she whispered, kissing his cheek. "Thank you…"
He smiled.
"Can I get you or Trunks anything?"
"Yeah…" She couldn't help her smile. "Vegeta."
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---Chapter 19!! Woo! Oh my Kami! Can you believe it was her? You people probably didn't even know who she was, heehee. But hey, I introduced her before (she's in the last chapter of Falling For The Neighbor Boy-she's angry with Bulma in that chapter). Great twist huh? I'm proud :P Heehee.
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Next time: The aftermath…