Tribulation
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She was the daughter of an ingenious scientist and a woman of unknown origins. Born into a
world where life and death are entwined into one's fate, she traveled the world with a man who
believed himself to be one of her race. In truth, he was only half...
Goku woke up sensing something wrong with one of his best friends. In a flash, he was up and
throwing on his clothes. "Goku," His wife yawned, surprised to see him awake earlier than her.
"Where are you going?"
"Bulma's." He answered, his face serious and filled with concern. "I think something's wrong with
her."
Chi-Chi was up in a flash, "I'm going too!" She started to change, but one word from Goku
stopped her.
"No." He was firm and showed one of his rare moments that pegged him as a warrior of the
Saiyen race. "Vegeta doesn't like having you around and I think if Bulma's unwell, he won't like
having me intrude. If you show up too, I don't know if I can protect you."
Chi-Chi didn't like the fact that he implied that she couldn't take care of herself, but she knew he
was right, she would only be a burden should the two Saiyens fight. Reluctantly she agreed.
Instantly teleporting to the Capsule Corps., Goku entered the premises with worry etched in his
face. He felt for their ki and made his way up the stairs into her room where he saw her sitting in
a corner, the shades drawn, casting the room into a dark gloom. Her knees drawn up to her
chest, she had wrapped her arms tightly around them, her blue hair cascaded down one side,
obscuring her face. "Bulma?" Goku moved to her, but Vegeta suddenly sprang up from nowhere
and shook his head slowly. He motioned for Goku to follow him, which the Saiyen warrior did
reluctantly, the negative air flowing from Bulma made his stomach churn.
Once outside, Vegeta turned to Goku harshly, "What are you doing here, Kakkorot?"
Goku's mind was still on Bulma, but he answered, "I thought that there's something wrong with
Bulma." He turned his gaze to the door, "Looks like I was right."
"It is no business of yours!" The Saiyen Prince snarled, clenching his fists. He couldn't fight Goku.
Not because he knew that he wouldn't win, but because of his mother.
Goku frowned, "Bulma's one of my long-time friends, I have just as much right to be here as you
do, maybe more." He wondered why Vegeta wasn't attacking him already like he usually did.
Vegeta only glared at him, "You lost the right when you allowed her to suffer all these years." He
said softly, a hard edge in his words. With one final look at the half Saiyen, Vegeta strode back into
the room, closing the door softly but firmly.
As the words sunk in, Goku wondered at what Vegeta had meant. Bulma didn't suffer... did she?
He started to reach out to his best friend. When he usually did this, he found a firm wall built up
around her mind, but now, he sensed her turmoil, her confusion. 'Why didn't she tell me?' He
thought, wondering how Vegeta would handle this.
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"Woman." He greeted her softly, kneeling down next to her. When she didn't look up, he tucked
her hair behind one ear and tilted his head to look her in the eyes, but she evaded him, her eyes
closed and a look of suffering on her face. "Open your eyes, Woman." He told her. A request.
But she wouldn't. She only hugged her knees tighter to her body, her breathing coming out in
short strangled breaths.
"You need to eat." He told her, "It wouldn't do if you stay like this and starve yourself to death."
He knew it was futile to talk to her, she was too far-gone into her shell. She was trying to piece
back her shattered glass walls, but once broken, they can never be repaired. He could only watch
her as she fought her inner demons. "I'm going to talk." He told her, "Just listen."
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I was the Prince of Vegeta-sei as you know. I use to brag that I'm a full elite Saiyen, when in
reality, I'm nothing more than a half ling. My father was a full-blooded Saiyen. My mother was half
Saiyen, half Earthling. Kakkorot wasn't the first Saiyen to have landed on Earth. My Grandfather
was. He was young and wanted to explore the vast universe. When he landed, he was severely
hurt and a young peasant girl took him in. She was an orphan and very poor, but she didn't leave
him to die. Grandfather granted her one wish and she wish to get away from Earth, there was
nothing there for her, no family, and no friends. He agreed and took her back to Vegeta-sei with
him. Little did he know that she was born from a long line of ancient blood, descendants of the
Gods. And they smiled upon him for sparing her life and giving her a place to live. All in all,
Grandfather fell in love with her and they created my mother.
As I heard it, she was given the God's shining beauty and unmatched strength. There were
legends of how Saiyens can transform into the Legendary Super Saiyen if they were powerful
enough, but what the Saiyens didn't know is that in order to do that, you must be a descendant
of the Gods. Since my mother was one, she became the only to have ever transformed. No one
could match her strength, her wit, or her beauty. But becoming the legendary caused her downfall.
She came home one night to find her parents at sword point. My father wanted her for his queen.
Regardless of what you may think of Saiyens, we respect our parents. They were the ones that
bore us, and no bond could be stronger than mother and child. My father knew that Mother would
never become his queen out of her own free will, so he forced her using her parent's as bait. On
their marriage night, he raped her, an innocent. There was no soothing words, or any gentle
touches. It was fast and furious, only satisfying his own lust. Every night was the same. She
wouldn't dare hide from him because her parent's were still being held prisoner. Then she found
out that she was pregnant and she cried with joy because Father dare not harm her lest the child
was hurt also so she had ten months of freedom until the night the children was born.
I said children because I was not the only child born to my mother. There was one other. My
mother did not want the both of us to suffer like she had done, but she also could not sent both
of us away, knowing Father's temper, so she let the Gods make the choice. The first-born, she
shall keep. The second will be sent away to her mother's planet where he would grow up with
freedom. She felt guilty for only sparing one child. She also felt longing for the child she gave
away, but there was nothing she could do. She had to sacrifice one to save another. Such is the
pain of a mother.
I grew up in terror. Every night I can hear my mother's scream of agonizing pain no matter how
hard I tried to snuff out the sound. And every night, my father would summon me and I would go
into their room where I would see my mother lying in bed, her own blood saturating the sheets. I
was beaten and at times almost raped by my father in front of my mother's eyes. I had said that
children felt a bond with their parent's, but I felt nothing but hatred for my tyrant father. I had
wished him death. And I got my wish, at the expense of my mother's life.
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Vegeta stopped his narration to look Bulma. She still huddled at her corner, but she now looked at
him with sad eyes. "Don't pity me, Woman." Vegeta told her softly. "I told you my story so you
know that we all have demons to fight." He caressed her cheek, "But giving into to demons means
giving up. There are too many people who still cares about you for you to give up."
Bulma whimpered and her head drooped down, half her face hidden between her knees. Vegeta
got up and opened the door to find Goku still hanging around. "Go away, Kakkorot." He said
warily, not wanting to fight anymore.
"What's wrong with Bulma?" The older Saiyen asked, following Vegeta down to the kitchen where
he heated up some soup and toasted some bread.
"It's not my story to tell." Vegeta placed everything in a tray, "But the woman is not in any state
to receive visitors." He started upwards, Goku still following him. Vegeta paused at Bulma's door,
"Look, I'll let you know when she's doing better." He was about to walk into her room when
Goku's next question startled him.
"Why are you doing this?"
Vegeta turned slowly to look at him. "Kakkorot," Vegeta said slowly, "What I do is none of your
concern."
"Why do I have the feeling you're hiding something from me, Vegeta?" Goku asked softly.
"Maybe I am." Vegeta answered just as softly and then said under his breath, "I still have a few
demons to confront."
"What?" Goku frowned, he had heard, but what had Vegeta meant?
"None of your damn business!" Vegeta shouted, going inside the room and slamming the door
shut. Instantly he regretted it when he saw Bulma's frightened face. "Shit." He strode forward
and set the tray down next to her, "Don't look at me like that." He pleaded. It suddenly occurred
to him that he was being much to gentle with this woman, almost to the point of desperation, but
he didn't care. He was too tired to deny that he didn't have any feelings for this blue haired
cerulean eye goddess. As he mother had told him once - emotions are what drive us on. Without
them, we are nothing more than an animated corpse.
Bulma shrank away from his touch and Vegeta held back his snarl. 'Damn Kakkorot!' He cursed in
his mind. With slow movements, he brought the bowl of soup to her, "Just eat this, please?"
She refused to look at him and it took much coaxing for her to do so and even more for her to
open her mouth so he could spoon the brown liquid into her, giving her some substance so she
could carry on. The bread, he decided, would have to wait. At least, until she comes out of her
shell a little more. When Bulma finally dozed off, Vegeta didn't try to carry her to bed, instead, he
draped a blanket around her and sat cross-legged to face her. All he could do is look after her and
pray that she'll come out of this alive.
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"Mommy, I want ice cream." The small cherub like girl pointed to the ice cream truck swamped by
little kids and their parent's. She looked up solemnly at her mother and tugged gently at her hand.
"All right, little one." The girl's mother smiled and picked the little girl up in her arms as she started
to float across the street and landed gently at the other side. "Two scoops of vanilla ice-cream on
a sugar cone please." She requested, handing over some money.
The little girl jumped down from her mother's arms and landed softly on the ground, reaching up to
take the cone from her mother's hands. "Yummy!" She exclaimed, lapping at the small beads of
sugary goodness eagerly.
"You're getting yourself all dirty, child." Her mother waited until her daughter finished and took a
wet towel and wiped away the sticky residual. "There, that's better."
"Me fly?" The little girl asked. "I wanna fly!"
The woman smiled and nodded, "Stay where I can see you, love." As she watched her daughter
take off into the air, she sensed something was wrong. Fear in her heart, she looked all around,
something akin to a comet was flying at her with amazing speed. She tried to jump out of the way,
but the UFO crashed into her, knocking her into the ground, a small trail of blood followed.
The blue-haired little girl floated towards the motionless woman surrounded by a crowd, the UFO
was no where to be seen. "Mommy?"
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"Mommy?" Her small voice was pitiful and Vegeta flinched when he heard it. He walked over to
where Bulma was hunched over, her eyes closed, but small beads of tears seeped through. One
single drop slid down her cheek and ended up on Vegeta's finger. "Mommy!"
Bulma's eyes flew open and they stared into Vegeta's dark ones. "She died." Bulma whispered.
"Mommy died." She shook her head, slowly at first, then faster, her cerulean locks flying all
over whipping at her face and his. "Mommy died!" She wailed, her hands rising to cover her head,
pulling it down to her knees and she began to cry anew.
Vegeta wore a confused look, her mother died? Then who's that blonde woman? Frowning with
hesitation, he took off one gloved hand and tentatively reached out and placed it on Bulma's
head. One thing he had inherited from his mother was the ability to read minds. But with great
hesitation now, he ran his fingers along her temple, gasping at the onslaught of memories.
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Young Bulma stared at the flashing red lights and loud sirens, her white dress covered with her
mother's life. Her big blue eyes continued to stare as the men in white lifted her fallen mother and
carried her into the white ambulance. She vaguely heard her father call her and she moved slowly,
turning her head to see him running to her, tears running down his cheeks. He moved quickly and
pulled his baby close to him, picking her up taking her into the ambulance.
Bulma stared wide eyed at her mother lying on the stretcher, equipment all around her and then
turned to look at her father, his eyes half-crazed with worry and grief. "Daddy?" She asked
quietly. "What happened to Mommy?"
Dr. Briefs didn't answer, he just held her closer to him. She was his lifeline. The stroll down the hall
with all the bright lights and sterilized equipment. "Daddy?" Bulma asked when she saw her
mother being rushed though two big doors, "Where are they taking Mommy?" She never got her
answer.
Soon, two nurses with pink and green hair came and convinced her father to let them clean her
up. Reluctantly he allowed them to take her. As Bulma walked away, she glanced back to see her
father's head in his hands, hunched over in grief. She looked up to the two woman and tugged at
one of their hands. "Where's Mommy?" She asked in innocent inquiry.
A pity look crept into their eyes and they just smiled sadly at her, taking her into one of the
hospital rooms and took off her dress, washing the dried blood off her. They tugged on a fresh
green dress with black ruffles and brushed her hair. Bulma just frowned at them, wondering why
everyone looked ready to cry. When they lead her back to her father, he was talking to some
doctors who were shaking their heads.
As soon as Dr. Briefs saw her, he swooped down and picked her up, hugging her to him tightly.
Bulma didn't know what was happening, but she could feel the grief hanging in the air like a
smothering glove. She couldn't breathe. Why couldn't she breathe?!
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I drew in a sharp intake of air as I collapsed near her.
"So now you know." Was her soft voice. Bulma looked into my eyes and blinked, her eyes sunken
with lack of sleep and grief. "I saw her die." She whispered, "The blood poured from her and
soaked into my dress..." She closed her eyes and turned away, but not before Vegeta saw the
shimmering of tears. "My hands were covered with her life. Drenched from head to toe." Her words
were coming out in gasps now, "I couldn't... couldn't breathe... after that. My dad..."She paused to
swallow, "Smothered me... locked me... locked me away." Bulma paused again, her voice coming
out in short gasps, "I was... home... home-schooled." When she opened her eyes, the room was
spinning and she was lying on the floor, falling through, but still she continues with a bare
whisper, "The closest thing... I had... to... to a friend... was... the VR ma... machine he made..."
Her eyes fluttered, "For me." She passed out as the world faded.
I stroked her cheek with my ungloved hand. "You need rest, Woman." I said gently, picking her up
and carrying her to bed. "It's been a long time since you had it." Brushing a stray hair from her
face, I leaned in a kissed her on her forehead. "Sleep well, Bulma." I whispered as I walked out
the door to see Kakkorot. I greeted him amiably. I knew that he wouldn't leave. He may be stupid,
but he was still Saiyen.
"What's going on, Vegeta?" Kakkorot asked softly, "What's going on with Bulma?"
When I looked into his eyes, I flinched and looked away again. The prince of Saiyens, turning
away because of a third-class warrior. A smirk appeared in his face. Goku is no more a Saiyen than
he is. We are both half-breeds. He is the son my mother had sent down to Earth. He is the son my
father never knew about. He is my brother. And his eyes are our mothers. I know he feels the
connection between us, for we are born at exactly the same time. I, only seconds earlier. I could
feel his concern radiating from him and I thought to spare him from her pain, but still it angered
me - this great fighter of Earth could not prevent the destruction of Bulma's mind.
A thought suddenly occurred to me. A space pod had arrived when she was a child. My eyes widen.
Kakkorot's pod was the spacecraft that had killed her mother! Rage welled up, but I forced it
down. I can't blame him. Never can I do that. He is my brother. The only left of my family. My
mother. He was still a child. He had no idea! Yet... the thought that it was somehow his fault...! It
ate at me until my hands clenched and I fought for control. "She's doing better." I told him
between clenched teeth. "She just needs some rest. Come back later and she'll talk with you."
Kakkorot frowned. "There's something you're not telling me, Vegeta."
"There are many things that I am not telling you, Kakkorot." I told him, forcing myself to relax.
"There are many secrets that have yet to be revealed." I looked at him with indifference. "And you
need to figure them out yourself." I won't help him. The anger within would not allow me to. But I
knew that he wouldl know one day. We are the one and the same. We are brothers.
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I'm going to try and update every other week... but I can't be sure. Sometimes when
inspiration strikes, I write fast, but other times... *sigh*
Of unknown origins eh? So who exactly is this Miss Bulma Briefs? Who is her mother? The woman
KNOWN as her mother... who is she?
Goku and Vegeta are brothers? How can THAT be? (Really, I have no clue... things pop up ^^;;)
Review! Review! Review!
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May - Here's more! And many more to come if you keep reviewing ^.~
mushi-azn - Yay! I missed your reviews -.- I'm contiuning! I'm continuing. I'm going to try and finish
up my stories first and work on my site when I graduate from HS. Which is in a year, but who's
counting? Anyways, keep reviewing!
CuRsEd - Thanks for the praise! I like to think that this story represents a lot of emotions felt by teens
who are still struggling to break free of that barrier... and probably afraid to find out what would
happen to them if they do.
Da Bomb - Not really a serious case of writer's block... I'm just not as interested writing stories in the
past month... but I"m making a comback! ^^
midnightbabiepat - Thankies! ^^
Mara Kraus - And I did start on the next chapter. Yeah, I guess I feel sorry for Bulma and Vegeta...
I wonder if I should write a lemon for them?
Tyhera - Hehe. Wow is a GREAT word.
I love you all! Keep reviewing! ^^
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She was the daughter of an ingenious scientist and a woman of unknown origins. Born into a
world where life and death are entwined into one's fate, she traveled the world with a man who
believed himself to be one of her race. In truth, he was only half...
Goku woke up sensing something wrong with one of his best friends. In a flash, he was up and
throwing on his clothes. "Goku," His wife yawned, surprised to see him awake earlier than her.
"Where are you going?"
"Bulma's." He answered, his face serious and filled with concern. "I think something's wrong with
her."
Chi-Chi was up in a flash, "I'm going too!" She started to change, but one word from Goku
stopped her.
"No." He was firm and showed one of his rare moments that pegged him as a warrior of the
Saiyen race. "Vegeta doesn't like having you around and I think if Bulma's unwell, he won't like
having me intrude. If you show up too, I don't know if I can protect you."
Chi-Chi didn't like the fact that he implied that she couldn't take care of herself, but she knew he
was right, she would only be a burden should the two Saiyens fight. Reluctantly she agreed.
Instantly teleporting to the Capsule Corps., Goku entered the premises with worry etched in his
face. He felt for their ki and made his way up the stairs into her room where he saw her sitting in
a corner, the shades drawn, casting the room into a dark gloom. Her knees drawn up to her
chest, she had wrapped her arms tightly around them, her blue hair cascaded down one side,
obscuring her face. "Bulma?" Goku moved to her, but Vegeta suddenly sprang up from nowhere
and shook his head slowly. He motioned for Goku to follow him, which the Saiyen warrior did
reluctantly, the negative air flowing from Bulma made his stomach churn.
Once outside, Vegeta turned to Goku harshly, "What are you doing here, Kakkorot?"
Goku's mind was still on Bulma, but he answered, "I thought that there's something wrong with
Bulma." He turned his gaze to the door, "Looks like I was right."
"It is no business of yours!" The Saiyen Prince snarled, clenching his fists. He couldn't fight Goku.
Not because he knew that he wouldn't win, but because of his mother.
Goku frowned, "Bulma's one of my long-time friends, I have just as much right to be here as you
do, maybe more." He wondered why Vegeta wasn't attacking him already like he usually did.
Vegeta only glared at him, "You lost the right when you allowed her to suffer all these years." He
said softly, a hard edge in his words. With one final look at the half Saiyen, Vegeta strode back into
the room, closing the door softly but firmly.
As the words sunk in, Goku wondered at what Vegeta had meant. Bulma didn't suffer... did she?
He started to reach out to his best friend. When he usually did this, he found a firm wall built up
around her mind, but now, he sensed her turmoil, her confusion. 'Why didn't she tell me?' He
thought, wondering how Vegeta would handle this.
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"Woman." He greeted her softly, kneeling down next to her. When she didn't look up, he tucked
her hair behind one ear and tilted his head to look her in the eyes, but she evaded him, her eyes
closed and a look of suffering on her face. "Open your eyes, Woman." He told her. A request.
But she wouldn't. She only hugged her knees tighter to her body, her breathing coming out in
short strangled breaths.
"You need to eat." He told her, "It wouldn't do if you stay like this and starve yourself to death."
He knew it was futile to talk to her, she was too far-gone into her shell. She was trying to piece
back her shattered glass walls, but once broken, they can never be repaired. He could only watch
her as she fought her inner demons. "I'm going to talk." He told her, "Just listen."
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I was the Prince of Vegeta-sei as you know. I use to brag that I'm a full elite Saiyen, when in
reality, I'm nothing more than a half ling. My father was a full-blooded Saiyen. My mother was half
Saiyen, half Earthling. Kakkorot wasn't the first Saiyen to have landed on Earth. My Grandfather
was. He was young and wanted to explore the vast universe. When he landed, he was severely
hurt and a young peasant girl took him in. She was an orphan and very poor, but she didn't leave
him to die. Grandfather granted her one wish and she wish to get away from Earth, there was
nothing there for her, no family, and no friends. He agreed and took her back to Vegeta-sei with
him. Little did he know that she was born from a long line of ancient blood, descendants of the
Gods. And they smiled upon him for sparing her life and giving her a place to live. All in all,
Grandfather fell in love with her and they created my mother.
As I heard it, she was given the God's shining beauty and unmatched strength. There were
legends of how Saiyens can transform into the Legendary Super Saiyen if they were powerful
enough, but what the Saiyens didn't know is that in order to do that, you must be a descendant
of the Gods. Since my mother was one, she became the only to have ever transformed. No one
could match her strength, her wit, or her beauty. But becoming the legendary caused her downfall.
She came home one night to find her parents at sword point. My father wanted her for his queen.
Regardless of what you may think of Saiyens, we respect our parents. They were the ones that
bore us, and no bond could be stronger than mother and child. My father knew that Mother would
never become his queen out of her own free will, so he forced her using her parent's as bait. On
their marriage night, he raped her, an innocent. There was no soothing words, or any gentle
touches. It was fast and furious, only satisfying his own lust. Every night was the same. She
wouldn't dare hide from him because her parent's were still being held prisoner. Then she found
out that she was pregnant and she cried with joy because Father dare not harm her lest the child
was hurt also so she had ten months of freedom until the night the children was born.
I said children because I was not the only child born to my mother. There was one other. My
mother did not want the both of us to suffer like she had done, but she also could not sent both
of us away, knowing Father's temper, so she let the Gods make the choice. The first-born, she
shall keep. The second will be sent away to her mother's planet where he would grow up with
freedom. She felt guilty for only sparing one child. She also felt longing for the child she gave
away, but there was nothing she could do. She had to sacrifice one to save another. Such is the
pain of a mother.
I grew up in terror. Every night I can hear my mother's scream of agonizing pain no matter how
hard I tried to snuff out the sound. And every night, my father would summon me and I would go
into their room where I would see my mother lying in bed, her own blood saturating the sheets. I
was beaten and at times almost raped by my father in front of my mother's eyes. I had said that
children felt a bond with their parent's, but I felt nothing but hatred for my tyrant father. I had
wished him death. And I got my wish, at the expense of my mother's life.
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Vegeta stopped his narration to look Bulma. She still huddled at her corner, but she now looked at
him with sad eyes. "Don't pity me, Woman." Vegeta told her softly. "I told you my story so you
know that we all have demons to fight." He caressed her cheek, "But giving into to demons means
giving up. There are too many people who still cares about you for you to give up."
Bulma whimpered and her head drooped down, half her face hidden between her knees. Vegeta
got up and opened the door to find Goku still hanging around. "Go away, Kakkorot." He said
warily, not wanting to fight anymore.
"What's wrong with Bulma?" The older Saiyen asked, following Vegeta down to the kitchen where
he heated up some soup and toasted some bread.
"It's not my story to tell." Vegeta placed everything in a tray, "But the woman is not in any state
to receive visitors." He started upwards, Goku still following him. Vegeta paused at Bulma's door,
"Look, I'll let you know when she's doing better." He was about to walk into her room when
Goku's next question startled him.
"Why are you doing this?"
Vegeta turned slowly to look at him. "Kakkorot," Vegeta said slowly, "What I do is none of your
concern."
"Why do I have the feeling you're hiding something from me, Vegeta?" Goku asked softly.
"Maybe I am." Vegeta answered just as softly and then said under his breath, "I still have a few
demons to confront."
"What?" Goku frowned, he had heard, but what had Vegeta meant?
"None of your damn business!" Vegeta shouted, going inside the room and slamming the door
shut. Instantly he regretted it when he saw Bulma's frightened face. "Shit." He strode forward
and set the tray down next to her, "Don't look at me like that." He pleaded. It suddenly occurred
to him that he was being much to gentle with this woman, almost to the point of desperation, but
he didn't care. He was too tired to deny that he didn't have any feelings for this blue haired
cerulean eye goddess. As he mother had told him once - emotions are what drive us on. Without
them, we are nothing more than an animated corpse.
Bulma shrank away from his touch and Vegeta held back his snarl. 'Damn Kakkorot!' He cursed in
his mind. With slow movements, he brought the bowl of soup to her, "Just eat this, please?"
She refused to look at him and it took much coaxing for her to do so and even more for her to
open her mouth so he could spoon the brown liquid into her, giving her some substance so she
could carry on. The bread, he decided, would have to wait. At least, until she comes out of her
shell a little more. When Bulma finally dozed off, Vegeta didn't try to carry her to bed, instead, he
draped a blanket around her and sat cross-legged to face her. All he could do is look after her and
pray that she'll come out of this alive.
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"Mommy, I want ice cream." The small cherub like girl pointed to the ice cream truck swamped by
little kids and their parent's. She looked up solemnly at her mother and tugged gently at her hand.
"All right, little one." The girl's mother smiled and picked the little girl up in her arms as she started
to float across the street and landed gently at the other side. "Two scoops of vanilla ice-cream on
a sugar cone please." She requested, handing over some money.
The little girl jumped down from her mother's arms and landed softly on the ground, reaching up to
take the cone from her mother's hands. "Yummy!" She exclaimed, lapping at the small beads of
sugary goodness eagerly.
"You're getting yourself all dirty, child." Her mother waited until her daughter finished and took a
wet towel and wiped away the sticky residual. "There, that's better."
"Me fly?" The little girl asked. "I wanna fly!"
The woman smiled and nodded, "Stay where I can see you, love." As she watched her daughter
take off into the air, she sensed something was wrong. Fear in her heart, she looked all around,
something akin to a comet was flying at her with amazing speed. She tried to jump out of the way,
but the UFO crashed into her, knocking her into the ground, a small trail of blood followed.
The blue-haired little girl floated towards the motionless woman surrounded by a crowd, the UFO
was no where to be seen. "Mommy?"
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"Mommy?" Her small voice was pitiful and Vegeta flinched when he heard it. He walked over to
where Bulma was hunched over, her eyes closed, but small beads of tears seeped through. One
single drop slid down her cheek and ended up on Vegeta's finger. "Mommy!"
Bulma's eyes flew open and they stared into Vegeta's dark ones. "She died." Bulma whispered.
"Mommy died." She shook her head, slowly at first, then faster, her cerulean locks flying all
over whipping at her face and his. "Mommy died!" She wailed, her hands rising to cover her head,
pulling it down to her knees and she began to cry anew.
Vegeta wore a confused look, her mother died? Then who's that blonde woman? Frowning with
hesitation, he took off one gloved hand and tentatively reached out and placed it on Bulma's
head. One thing he had inherited from his mother was the ability to read minds. But with great
hesitation now, he ran his fingers along her temple, gasping at the onslaught of memories.
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Young Bulma stared at the flashing red lights and loud sirens, her white dress covered with her
mother's life. Her big blue eyes continued to stare as the men in white lifted her fallen mother and
carried her into the white ambulance. She vaguely heard her father call her and she moved slowly,
turning her head to see him running to her, tears running down his cheeks. He moved quickly and
pulled his baby close to him, picking her up taking her into the ambulance.
Bulma stared wide eyed at her mother lying on the stretcher, equipment all around her and then
turned to look at her father, his eyes half-crazed with worry and grief. "Daddy?" She asked
quietly. "What happened to Mommy?"
Dr. Briefs didn't answer, he just held her closer to him. She was his lifeline. The stroll down the hall
with all the bright lights and sterilized equipment. "Daddy?" Bulma asked when she saw her
mother being rushed though two big doors, "Where are they taking Mommy?" She never got her
answer.
Soon, two nurses with pink and green hair came and convinced her father to let them clean her
up. Reluctantly he allowed them to take her. As Bulma walked away, she glanced back to see her
father's head in his hands, hunched over in grief. She looked up to the two woman and tugged at
one of their hands. "Where's Mommy?" She asked in innocent inquiry.
A pity look crept into their eyes and they just smiled sadly at her, taking her into one of the
hospital rooms and took off her dress, washing the dried blood off her. They tugged on a fresh
green dress with black ruffles and brushed her hair. Bulma just frowned at them, wondering why
everyone looked ready to cry. When they lead her back to her father, he was talking to some
doctors who were shaking their heads.
As soon as Dr. Briefs saw her, he swooped down and picked her up, hugging her to him tightly.
Bulma didn't know what was happening, but she could feel the grief hanging in the air like a
smothering glove. She couldn't breathe. Why couldn't she breathe?!
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I drew in a sharp intake of air as I collapsed near her.
"So now you know." Was her soft voice. Bulma looked into my eyes and blinked, her eyes sunken
with lack of sleep and grief. "I saw her die." She whispered, "The blood poured from her and
soaked into my dress..." She closed her eyes and turned away, but not before Vegeta saw the
shimmering of tears. "My hands were covered with her life. Drenched from head to toe." Her words
were coming out in gasps now, "I couldn't... couldn't breathe... after that. My dad..."She paused to
swallow, "Smothered me... locked me... locked me away." Bulma paused again, her voice coming
out in short gasps, "I was... home... home-schooled." When she opened her eyes, the room was
spinning and she was lying on the floor, falling through, but still she continues with a bare
whisper, "The closest thing... I had... to... to a friend... was... the VR ma... machine he made..."
Her eyes fluttered, "For me." She passed out as the world faded.
I stroked her cheek with my ungloved hand. "You need rest, Woman." I said gently, picking her up
and carrying her to bed. "It's been a long time since you had it." Brushing a stray hair from her
face, I leaned in a kissed her on her forehead. "Sleep well, Bulma." I whispered as I walked out
the door to see Kakkorot. I greeted him amiably. I knew that he wouldn't leave. He may be stupid,
but he was still Saiyen.
"What's going on, Vegeta?" Kakkorot asked softly, "What's going on with Bulma?"
When I looked into his eyes, I flinched and looked away again. The prince of Saiyens, turning
away because of a third-class warrior. A smirk appeared in his face. Goku is no more a Saiyen than
he is. We are both half-breeds. He is the son my mother had sent down to Earth. He is the son my
father never knew about. He is my brother. And his eyes are our mothers. I know he feels the
connection between us, for we are born at exactly the same time. I, only seconds earlier. I could
feel his concern radiating from him and I thought to spare him from her pain, but still it angered
me - this great fighter of Earth could not prevent the destruction of Bulma's mind.
A thought suddenly occurred to me. A space pod had arrived when she was a child. My eyes widen.
Kakkorot's pod was the spacecraft that had killed her mother! Rage welled up, but I forced it
down. I can't blame him. Never can I do that. He is my brother. The only left of my family. My
mother. He was still a child. He had no idea! Yet... the thought that it was somehow his fault...! It
ate at me until my hands clenched and I fought for control. "She's doing better." I told him
between clenched teeth. "She just needs some rest. Come back later and she'll talk with you."
Kakkorot frowned. "There's something you're not telling me, Vegeta."
"There are many things that I am not telling you, Kakkorot." I told him, forcing myself to relax.
"There are many secrets that have yet to be revealed." I looked at him with indifference. "And you
need to figure them out yourself." I won't help him. The anger within would not allow me to. But I
knew that he wouldl know one day. We are the one and the same. We are brothers.
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I'm going to try and update every other week... but I can't be sure. Sometimes when
inspiration strikes, I write fast, but other times... *sigh*
Of unknown origins eh? So who exactly is this Miss Bulma Briefs? Who is her mother? The woman
KNOWN as her mother... who is she?
Goku and Vegeta are brothers? How can THAT be? (Really, I have no clue... things pop up ^^;;)
Review! Review! Review!
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May - Here's more! And many more to come if you keep reviewing ^.~
mushi-azn - Yay! I missed your reviews -.- I'm contiuning! I'm continuing. I'm going to try and finish
up my stories first and work on my site when I graduate from HS. Which is in a year, but who's
counting? Anyways, keep reviewing!
CuRsEd - Thanks for the praise! I like to think that this story represents a lot of emotions felt by teens
who are still struggling to break free of that barrier... and probably afraid to find out what would
happen to them if they do.
Da Bomb - Not really a serious case of writer's block... I'm just not as interested writing stories in the
past month... but I"m making a comback! ^^
midnightbabiepat - Thankies! ^^
Mara Kraus - And I did start on the next chapter. Yeah, I guess I feel sorry for Bulma and Vegeta...
I wonder if I should write a lemon for them?
Tyhera - Hehe. Wow is a GREAT word.
I love you all! Keep reviewing! ^^