"I Love You…Good Bye"
Ok, I'd really like some feed back on that last chapter. That's right, I took pride in what I wrote, particularly what I wrote at the very end. I personally felt that to be somewhat of a tearjerker, but that's just me. So if you haven't given a review commenting on it, go back and do so. I'd really like to know what you're feeling, thanks.
Disclaimer: Damn lawyers.
Chapter 12: Gettin' Hurt Again
Trunks cursed himself for feeling bad about what he had said. He didn't have to pay too much attention to where he was driving, considering he was in the middle of an ocean, meaning that he was concentrating on how he felt for Marron. 'She's just a kid. So what if she's pretty and nice and smart and funny…' Trunks felt worse and worse when he started thinking about all of Marron's good traits. The truth was that he hadn't fallen back in love. He just never fell out of love.
Back at Capsule Corp., Trunks was intercepted by Bulma before he could retreat to the safety of his bedroom.
"So, how was your dat- I mean day with Marron?" Bulma asked casually as she practically jumped in front of Trunks so that he couldn't escape up the stairs pretending he couldn't hear her.
"Mom, you're a hopeless romantic." Trunks chuckled. He lifted his mother up to eye level and kissed her on the cheek. He then set her back down and proceeded up the stairs laughing in hysterics about what he had done. And the look that Bulma now wore.
"I knew it, he likes her." Bulma said after the initial shock of what Trunks had done wore off. Bulma shrieked when she felt someone wrap their arm around her waste. "Vegeta! You know I don't like that!" Bulma yelled into the saiyan's sensitive ears. He cringed at the sound but quickly regained control.
"What did the brat do this time?" Vegeta asked softly. He felt Bulma shiver. He took joy in her reaction and softly blew on the back of her neck. She giggled and turned around so that they were facing each other.
"You know our brat, he's so unpredictable." Bulma said, as she grew tense under Vegeta's groping hands.
"Oh?" Vegeta teased her by running a finger down her cheek and to her mouth where she sucked on it, but was quickly taken from her. His other hand was no longer in sight, but traveling south quickly. (A/N: I'm soooo evil) Bulma was obviously growing tired of Vegeta's teasing her and decided to take matters into her own hands.
"Vegeta, dear, I think you should talk to Trunks." Bulma said unwrapping herself from her husband's iron grip. Reluctantly he released her.
"Me? Why me? You're the one who wants him to marry that- that- girl." Vegeta wanted so badly to call her a slut, but from the look that his wife was giving him, he wouldn't be able to get away with it. Bulma reached up and began to caress Vegeta's chest in a seductive manner. She leaned him up against a wall and took advantage of her never aging looks.
"Because, if you do it, it's more effective." Bulma gave him a long good kiss on the mouth. "Besides, I promise to have a special treat for you when you get back." She added the licking of her lips to get the point across. Vegeta folded his arms over his chest stubbornly.
"Don't try and fool me with that seducing technique that's worked for you so many times in the past. Besides, I don't need your permission to get any kind of treat from you. I'll talk to the brat, I don't, however, guarantee any change out of him. So don't hold your breath." Vegeta smirked and proceeded up the stairs. Bulma watched his receding back and sighed.
"They're both hopeless." Bulma muttered to herself and went back into the kitchen where she busied herself with making dinner.
Vegeta knocked on his son's door and didn't wait for a response before entering. He looked about the room in disgust. 'The brat has completely made a mockery out of the term called house cleaning.' Vegeta thought in aggravation. He had always hated it when Bulma forced him to clean the house, but the state his son's room was in was absolute cruelty to the dust bunnies.
"Argh, don't you know what the word cleaning means?" Vegeta spat at his son's figure that was lounging across the bed.
"Sure. I just don't like it, that's all." He looked up and laughed silently at his father's expression. Vegeta had been particularly disgraced at his son's current status: No job, no family, and still living with his parents.
"Don't joke with me, brat. What did you do to your mother?" Vegeta asked lazily. It wasn't the first time he had asked his son that question. Trunks sighed and got up from his bed.
"I didn't do anything to her, dad. In fact, all I did was show her some love." Trunks said innocently. Vegeta reached up and smacked Trunks with a lot of force. Trunks toppled over clutching his face, which had a rapidly growing red hand print across it. "What the hell did I do?" Trunks screamed. Vegeta reached up and smacked him again and again until Trunks was unable to answer him.
"Don't lie to me. I know you did something to your mother. Don't ever do it again. I don't care if it was the most innocent thing in the world; you are to show her respect. You hear me?" Vegeta stated. When Trunks didn't answer he received another blow to the face. "Think it over." Vegeta spat and then walked out of his son's room, crushing anything on the floor in front of him.
Trunks was fuming. Vegeta had had no right to come into his room and start beating him up for not doing a goddamn thing. 'And my mother wonders where I get it from!' Trunks thought angrily to himself. It was the first time Vegeta had really beaten him up for back talking his mother since Goten and Marron had left. When Vegeta had done it when Trunks was younger, he'd usually go to Goten's but not this time. He wouldn't go crawling back to that back stabber after even after the worst beating.
Grumbling from the pain and in his anger, Trunks got to his feet, still clutching his face. He looked around and realized for the first time in three years what a mess his room had become. He shrugged it off momentarily until he ventured into his bathroom and glanced at his reflection in the mirror. Trunks did a double take and walked over to the mirror. He stood there evaluating his features and looks for a long while.
"What could she have seen in me?" Trunks wondered out loud. He was of course, thinking about Marron. 'Look at me. I look terrible. My hair is matted down and my chiseled abs are turning into a sick looking flat anorexic stomach.' Trunks stared at his reflection in disgust. The beating that he just took from Vegeta had felt bad, but three years ago, it would've been one of the smaller ones. 'What did I do to myself? I'm only twenty-five, yet here I stand evaluating my looks like my middle-aged mother. What did I let myself become?'
Trunks looked at the whelps on his face, ashamed. He knew what he had let himself do. The woman that he had loved rejected him, so he locked himself up in his feelings and emotions. Locked himself away from the rest of the world. He realized how his mother must have felt when he began yelling at her right after Marron left. He had let all hell loose on everyone.
*Flashback*
"Trunks, sweetie, what's wrong?" Bulma asked her son with a sympathetic tone. Trunks hated that tone. She placed a hand on his shoulder. He turned around, his eyes full of hate and anger.
"What the hell do you want?!" Trunks screamed. His mother took a step back, surprised at his sudden outburst.
"Trunks, what's gotten into you?" Bulma asked, almost fearful of the answer. She hadn't taken her hand off his shoulder.
"Nothing has gotten into me, ok, mother? Why the hell do you care if I'm in a bad mood? Why can't you just stay the fuck away?" Trunks screamed and stormed out of the kitchen.
Bulma tried to suppress her tears, but couldn't. She completely broke down. It was the second time Trunks had completely screamed at her for her asking a simple question such as how was your date with what's her face. Luckily Vegeta had been witnessing the fight from his position of leaning against the refrigerator with his arms crossed over his chest. He caught her before she slumped down to the ground and comforted her by rocking her in a motherly fashion.
"I only wanted to help." Bulma sobbed into Vegeta's now soaked shirt.
"I know, Bulma. I know." Vegeta said as he glowered to where his son had retreated.
*End Flashback*
Trunks could feel hot tears sliding down his cheeks as he recalled the fights that he and his mother had had. He decided to take a shower to calm him down. Hopefully that would erase any marks Vegeta had made. He shrugged off his jacket and unlaced his shoes. Eventually he had removed any other burden of clothing and stepped into the shower.
Turning the nozzle of the hot and cold water, Trunks let the scalding hot water cascade down his back. The burning sensation hurt, but was satisfying to Trunks. It ensured that he was alive and still had some life left in him.
Sometimes he just wanted to end it. He wanted to end everything. A simple pull of the trigger and so many things would be made better. The only reason why Trunks hadn't done so yet, was because of Marron. He unconsciously relied on her to keep him alive. Her spirit and her lighthearted sense of humor made him think that there was still a reason to live. After all these years, she kissed him as though they had gone on a date the night before. A simple kiss kept Trunks from breaking down in front of her.
Trunks leaned onto the ceramic tile and felt the chill of it shiver up and down his body. He slid down to the floor where he sat there deep in thought. A shrill yell from Bulma signaled for him that he had been in the shower too long and had to quickly get dressed for dinner.
When Trunks walked downstairs his mother threw a jacket at him and told him to hurry and get his shoes on.
"Where are we going?" Trunks asked as he put his shoes on.
"Out to dinner." Bulma said hastily.
"Why are we getting all dressed up?" Trunks asked curiously.
"Because, we're going out to dinner with the Sons and Marron." Bulma said looking over at her son. She gasped at the large whelp that was still visible on his face. "I didn't mean for him to do that." Bulma muttered an apology about not telling Vegeta what had happened.
"No big deal." Trunks said quietly. That wasn't bothering him anymore. He had to see Marron again. He wasn't sure how she would react. He had been pretty cold to her after she asked him if he was still mad at her and Goten. "Actually, mom. You can make up for it by letting me stay home." Trunks said hopefully.
"Not a chance." Bulma said raising her voice in preparation for an argument. Surprisingly Trunks didn't retort.
"Didn't think so."
*fin
~S saiyan Vegeta4013
