Vegeta did not know where he was going. He was flying blindly in the
wind, his eyes watering, not because of the wind that pushed into him as he
flew, but because the sorrow that was building in him. The regret was as
tall as a skyscraper now. His sanity was a bomb that was going to blow up
soon, leaving him nothing but an empty man.
Someday you're going to realize how special she is to you! And when you do, it would be too late to get her back. You'll regret that you weren't by her side when she needed you. I know you love her! But you refuse to admit it! People can be strong even when they love someone who isn't.
Don't you even forget about the child in her stomach, your child. The child will grow up hating you, hating you for never being there to watch him walk and say his first words, for not being there when there was a parent conference, and for not being there at his mother's funeral! And when you do begin to want a child to hold and love, your child will not be there for you because you never were there!
You say Bulma is weak. But you're the one who is! You're too afraid to just admit you have feelings for Bulma. Now that is weak. You can't accept it because you're too afraid. Too afraid! Do you hear me? Good!
You're strong, Vegeta, but you're weak inside. And when you're weak inside, then you aren't strong at all.
Why couldn't he get rid of these words? It was bugging him.
Vegeta grew tired of flying and flew down below, arriving in a beautiful meadow below, with a little waterfall to the side, and little beds of colorful beautiful flowers. The wind blew, and the trees rustled. The flowers bloomed and birds sang sweet songs that could soothe emotions. But not Vegeta.
Inside was a mixture of anger, sorrow, frustration, and confusion. He was mad because Goku was right, he was sad because Bulma was gone, he's frustrated because there are no clues to where she is, and confused because he didn't know what do without her.
He wondered what she was doing right now. Was she trying to fight her way home? Was she conscious? Was she crying? Screaming?.Or laughing.? Why should she laugh anyway? She was far away from her home, friends, and Vegeta.
She's better off dead than to be with you. Ah, Yamcha's words. Was she better off dead that to be with him? Was it for the best?
Vegeta shook his head. No, it wasn't. The best is when she's with him.
But what about the times he neglected her. They weren't for the best. That was.anything but good. And if he wasn't neglecting her.he was arguing with her. He screamed at her, shoved her away from him physically and mentally. Why? Because he didn't know what was going on inside of him. Maybe he did know, but just refused to admit it because he was too afraid.
It's too late now. Figuring out that he loved her after all was too late. It won't change anything. Bulma will be gone forever, probably for the best.
He began to sob, tears appearing in his eyes and began sliding down his hard face. It was the best for her, but not for him. Never.
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Bulma felt her heart wrenching, and she choked back a sob. Her eyes blurred with sudden tears, one already trailing down her smooth face. Her heart felt so heavy, and inside, she felt so sad. Why?
Oniramu looked up from his meal and noticed her eyes of shining tears, her mouth opened slightly, and her stiffness. He heard her sob and breathe hard.
"Bulma?" Oniramu stood up, walking towards her from across the long table. When he reached her, he bent by side to wipe the single tear from her face. "What saddens you?"
"I-I.I don't know." Her voice shook. She began to tremble. What was wrong with her? Why was she crying all of a sudden?
She gasped when she felt his arms circle her and pressed her body to his chest. She needed comfort right now; she wanted to be held, to have a shoulder to cry on. Oniramu was the only one there right now, so she searched for that comfort from him. And he gave it to her openly.
Maids and butlers around there gasped as Oniramu picked up Bulma in his arms and began walking out of the room. Lower classes in the household were not supposed to gossip if they see something different and new, but they wouldn't miss this for the world. They didn't follow them out of the dining room, but were peeking from the side of the doors.
Oniramu rubbed her back as she trembled in his strong arms. She was crying. All the tears came out now like it was endless, her voice loud in the quiet hall. When he reached the door to her room, he pushed her into one arm and used the other to open the door. He walked in and kicked the door softly to close and went to the bed. Pulling the sheets away, he placed her under them, and then placed the sheets over her. He tucked her in, and pulled her arms out to place them over the soft blanket.
Her voice began to calm, her sobs disappearing slowly, and the tears stopped. Her trembling was soon gone, and her steady breathing came in.
Oniramu watched her there with her eyes closed. She was falling asleep. The sorrow inside of her, whatever it was about, must have taken away her energy. But then one eye opened, and then the other.
"I'm sorry." She said softly, having to clear her throat first. "I don't know what came over me."
"It's ok, Bulma darling." Oniramu assured her as he sat closer to her and placed his hand on her soft yet wet cheek. His thumb began to rub the side of her lips. "I would like for you to know if anything bothers you or saddens you, you could confide in me, tell me everything. I want to be there to have your head leaning on my shoulder as you cry, to have your arms around my neck, as you tell me what is wrong. And I expect to be treated the same. When I am down, I want to confide in you, to have your lap to lean my head on as I tell you what distresses me. I love you, Bulma. I love you since the day I first saw you."
He took a deep breath, hoping she would not interrupt him by saying she didn't even know him, but she was quiet. So he continued. "Your eyes are as beautiful as the sky-no, it is not. It outshines the sky. I can lose myself in them, and I want to be lost in you. Your hair is softer than the clouds that they envy you. And it is a privilege for someone like me to be able to touch them, to smell your sweet fragrant. Just trust me, Bulma. I would never hurt you."
He pressed a kiss on her forehead and stood up. "I will give you time alone so you can think of things. I will be back. I won't leave." He smiled and disappeared. There was a whisper when he was gone. "Just call my name and I'll be there."
Bulma smiled, but then the distress took over her heart, and the cries came back again.
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Gohan looked at Goku's concerned face that seems to be staring at space. Goku didn't move for hours already, sitting there. What was he doing?
Without wanting to distract him, Gohan went to his mother. Chi-Chi was making dinner. It was hours ago when Vegeta flew away and the gang split up to go home.
"Hey, mom? Do you know what's wrong with dad?" Gohan asked as he jumped to sit on the table. He may be about twelve, but he was pretty short, and his feet barely reached the floor, just like Goku when he was at that age. Now he was just.tall.
Chi-Chi stirred her huge wooden spoon in the pot of soup she was brewing up. She glanced at her only son and sighed. "Gohan, there are some things you need to know."
"I know he misses Bulma, mom, and that she's gone. But nothing ever distresses dad from going and looking."
"I know, Gohan. But there isn't a trace out there that could lead us to Bulma." When Chi-Chi knew her soup was finished, she turned off the stove and went to sit next to her son. "Gohan, your father and Bulma are the best of friends. I have never seen two very close best friends care and love each other the way they do. They've known each other almost all their life now, and it hurts your father to know he can't find her anywhere."
Gohan was quiet, waiting for his mother to continue. "It was Bulma who found Goku. She accidentally hit your father while he was walking home one day with.a big fish, I think it was.yes, it was a big fish for his dinner. Since that day, they have been friends." She sighed. "If it weren't for Bulma and Goku's meeting, then what we have now wouldn't be here at all. You wouldn't be born, I wouldn't have married your father, the dragonballs would have never been mentioned to your father, and Radditz could've destroyed the whole planet."
Gohan said he understood and left to go study. Chi-Chi watched her son leave and sighed. It was true that nothing ever made Goku's smile down. Would he frown if she, his wife, were gone? For a moment, jealousy spurred through her, but just as fast as it came, it disappeared. She shouldn't feel that way. Goku cared for everyone. Bulma was-still is-his best friend. Chi-Chi smiled. She was so fortunate to have a good husband, one who never really thought of himself. No, there shouldn't be jealous, no need for it.
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Mrs. Brief sat alone on Bulma's bed, thinking of her only child. It was hard to believe that Bulma was actually gone. It hurt inside Mrs. Brief to have no clue where her daughter is, what is happening to her, and why she was gone. Maybe the pain would ease if she at least knew where Bulma was. But to not know hurts, dreading that maybe she was being tortured or dead in some planet that she was taken to.
Mrs. Brief took out more wads of tissue in the box she had next to her, and blew her nose. "Oh, God, please." She whispered. "Help us find our daughter. Tell me where she is at least. Please let her be safe."
Her silent sniffs turned to bawls and she started to scream. "Please! Help us! Help her! Let her be safe! Help us find her! Give me a sign please!"
Nothing happened and she continued to scream. Her voice was way louder and annoying that it was usually. But she continued to cry. Her husband wasn't in the house. He was in some meeting, and would be home soon. Even if his daughter was missing, he was still strong enough to go on. But it didn't mean that he didn't care.
"Don't take her away from me!" Mrs. Briefs yelled, her voice filled with agony, pain, and anger. "What kind of Maker are You!? Do You like watching people cry of their lost ones!? Why!? What did she ever do to You?!"
Maybe it was her pleads. Or maybe it was the fact that she insulted Him by saying He liked people to suffer. Or maybe He did care and He was very kind. Or maybe it was the annoyance of her voice. But whatever it was, He gave her a sign.
By the sliding door, a black sphere appeared. It slowly began to grow and stretch. Purple mist rotated itself around the sphere on the sides. When it reached the ceilings, the growing stopped. Blue mist inside moved forward like a spiral.
"Oh, dear." Mrs. Briefs said. She studied and looked behind it. But the sphere had flattened when it had grown and now was as flat as paper. "Oh, dear." She said again.
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REVIEWS!! NEED REVIEWS PLEASE!! Sorry I haven't been updating guys, but.u know.there was.thanksgiving. Christmas. break. New Year's.and then my birthday (Jan 2, I just turned 14! And I'm only a freshman!) so like.school just started for me after break so like yea.Jan 5.but first day of school after break was pretty cool.but forgetting my locker combination wasn't.but I got it so like yea.
Someday you're going to realize how special she is to you! And when you do, it would be too late to get her back. You'll regret that you weren't by her side when she needed you. I know you love her! But you refuse to admit it! People can be strong even when they love someone who isn't.
Don't you even forget about the child in her stomach, your child. The child will grow up hating you, hating you for never being there to watch him walk and say his first words, for not being there when there was a parent conference, and for not being there at his mother's funeral! And when you do begin to want a child to hold and love, your child will not be there for you because you never were there!
You say Bulma is weak. But you're the one who is! You're too afraid to just admit you have feelings for Bulma. Now that is weak. You can't accept it because you're too afraid. Too afraid! Do you hear me? Good!
You're strong, Vegeta, but you're weak inside. And when you're weak inside, then you aren't strong at all.
Why couldn't he get rid of these words? It was bugging him.
Vegeta grew tired of flying and flew down below, arriving in a beautiful meadow below, with a little waterfall to the side, and little beds of colorful beautiful flowers. The wind blew, and the trees rustled. The flowers bloomed and birds sang sweet songs that could soothe emotions. But not Vegeta.
Inside was a mixture of anger, sorrow, frustration, and confusion. He was mad because Goku was right, he was sad because Bulma was gone, he's frustrated because there are no clues to where she is, and confused because he didn't know what do without her.
He wondered what she was doing right now. Was she trying to fight her way home? Was she conscious? Was she crying? Screaming?.Or laughing.? Why should she laugh anyway? She was far away from her home, friends, and Vegeta.
She's better off dead than to be with you. Ah, Yamcha's words. Was she better off dead that to be with him? Was it for the best?
Vegeta shook his head. No, it wasn't. The best is when she's with him.
But what about the times he neglected her. They weren't for the best. That was.anything but good. And if he wasn't neglecting her.he was arguing with her. He screamed at her, shoved her away from him physically and mentally. Why? Because he didn't know what was going on inside of him. Maybe he did know, but just refused to admit it because he was too afraid.
It's too late now. Figuring out that he loved her after all was too late. It won't change anything. Bulma will be gone forever, probably for the best.
He began to sob, tears appearing in his eyes and began sliding down his hard face. It was the best for her, but not for him. Never.
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Bulma felt her heart wrenching, and she choked back a sob. Her eyes blurred with sudden tears, one already trailing down her smooth face. Her heart felt so heavy, and inside, she felt so sad. Why?
Oniramu looked up from his meal and noticed her eyes of shining tears, her mouth opened slightly, and her stiffness. He heard her sob and breathe hard.
"Bulma?" Oniramu stood up, walking towards her from across the long table. When he reached her, he bent by side to wipe the single tear from her face. "What saddens you?"
"I-I.I don't know." Her voice shook. She began to tremble. What was wrong with her? Why was she crying all of a sudden?
She gasped when she felt his arms circle her and pressed her body to his chest. She needed comfort right now; she wanted to be held, to have a shoulder to cry on. Oniramu was the only one there right now, so she searched for that comfort from him. And he gave it to her openly.
Maids and butlers around there gasped as Oniramu picked up Bulma in his arms and began walking out of the room. Lower classes in the household were not supposed to gossip if they see something different and new, but they wouldn't miss this for the world. They didn't follow them out of the dining room, but were peeking from the side of the doors.
Oniramu rubbed her back as she trembled in his strong arms. She was crying. All the tears came out now like it was endless, her voice loud in the quiet hall. When he reached the door to her room, he pushed her into one arm and used the other to open the door. He walked in and kicked the door softly to close and went to the bed. Pulling the sheets away, he placed her under them, and then placed the sheets over her. He tucked her in, and pulled her arms out to place them over the soft blanket.
Her voice began to calm, her sobs disappearing slowly, and the tears stopped. Her trembling was soon gone, and her steady breathing came in.
Oniramu watched her there with her eyes closed. She was falling asleep. The sorrow inside of her, whatever it was about, must have taken away her energy. But then one eye opened, and then the other.
"I'm sorry." She said softly, having to clear her throat first. "I don't know what came over me."
"It's ok, Bulma darling." Oniramu assured her as he sat closer to her and placed his hand on her soft yet wet cheek. His thumb began to rub the side of her lips. "I would like for you to know if anything bothers you or saddens you, you could confide in me, tell me everything. I want to be there to have your head leaning on my shoulder as you cry, to have your arms around my neck, as you tell me what is wrong. And I expect to be treated the same. When I am down, I want to confide in you, to have your lap to lean my head on as I tell you what distresses me. I love you, Bulma. I love you since the day I first saw you."
He took a deep breath, hoping she would not interrupt him by saying she didn't even know him, but she was quiet. So he continued. "Your eyes are as beautiful as the sky-no, it is not. It outshines the sky. I can lose myself in them, and I want to be lost in you. Your hair is softer than the clouds that they envy you. And it is a privilege for someone like me to be able to touch them, to smell your sweet fragrant. Just trust me, Bulma. I would never hurt you."
He pressed a kiss on her forehead and stood up. "I will give you time alone so you can think of things. I will be back. I won't leave." He smiled and disappeared. There was a whisper when he was gone. "Just call my name and I'll be there."
Bulma smiled, but then the distress took over her heart, and the cries came back again.
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Gohan looked at Goku's concerned face that seems to be staring at space. Goku didn't move for hours already, sitting there. What was he doing?
Without wanting to distract him, Gohan went to his mother. Chi-Chi was making dinner. It was hours ago when Vegeta flew away and the gang split up to go home.
"Hey, mom? Do you know what's wrong with dad?" Gohan asked as he jumped to sit on the table. He may be about twelve, but he was pretty short, and his feet barely reached the floor, just like Goku when he was at that age. Now he was just.tall.
Chi-Chi stirred her huge wooden spoon in the pot of soup she was brewing up. She glanced at her only son and sighed. "Gohan, there are some things you need to know."
"I know he misses Bulma, mom, and that she's gone. But nothing ever distresses dad from going and looking."
"I know, Gohan. But there isn't a trace out there that could lead us to Bulma." When Chi-Chi knew her soup was finished, she turned off the stove and went to sit next to her son. "Gohan, your father and Bulma are the best of friends. I have never seen two very close best friends care and love each other the way they do. They've known each other almost all their life now, and it hurts your father to know he can't find her anywhere."
Gohan was quiet, waiting for his mother to continue. "It was Bulma who found Goku. She accidentally hit your father while he was walking home one day with.a big fish, I think it was.yes, it was a big fish for his dinner. Since that day, they have been friends." She sighed. "If it weren't for Bulma and Goku's meeting, then what we have now wouldn't be here at all. You wouldn't be born, I wouldn't have married your father, the dragonballs would have never been mentioned to your father, and Radditz could've destroyed the whole planet."
Gohan said he understood and left to go study. Chi-Chi watched her son leave and sighed. It was true that nothing ever made Goku's smile down. Would he frown if she, his wife, were gone? For a moment, jealousy spurred through her, but just as fast as it came, it disappeared. She shouldn't feel that way. Goku cared for everyone. Bulma was-still is-his best friend. Chi-Chi smiled. She was so fortunate to have a good husband, one who never really thought of himself. No, there shouldn't be jealous, no need for it.
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Mrs. Brief sat alone on Bulma's bed, thinking of her only child. It was hard to believe that Bulma was actually gone. It hurt inside Mrs. Brief to have no clue where her daughter is, what is happening to her, and why she was gone. Maybe the pain would ease if she at least knew where Bulma was. But to not know hurts, dreading that maybe she was being tortured or dead in some planet that she was taken to.
Mrs. Brief took out more wads of tissue in the box she had next to her, and blew her nose. "Oh, God, please." She whispered. "Help us find our daughter. Tell me where she is at least. Please let her be safe."
Her silent sniffs turned to bawls and she started to scream. "Please! Help us! Help her! Let her be safe! Help us find her! Give me a sign please!"
Nothing happened and she continued to scream. Her voice was way louder and annoying that it was usually. But she continued to cry. Her husband wasn't in the house. He was in some meeting, and would be home soon. Even if his daughter was missing, he was still strong enough to go on. But it didn't mean that he didn't care.
"Don't take her away from me!" Mrs. Briefs yelled, her voice filled with agony, pain, and anger. "What kind of Maker are You!? Do You like watching people cry of their lost ones!? Why!? What did she ever do to You?!"
Maybe it was her pleads. Or maybe it was the fact that she insulted Him by saying He liked people to suffer. Or maybe He did care and He was very kind. Or maybe it was the annoyance of her voice. But whatever it was, He gave her a sign.
By the sliding door, a black sphere appeared. It slowly began to grow and stretch. Purple mist rotated itself around the sphere on the sides. When it reached the ceilings, the growing stopped. Blue mist inside moved forward like a spiral.
"Oh, dear." Mrs. Briefs said. She studied and looked behind it. But the sphere had flattened when it had grown and now was as flat as paper. "Oh, dear." She said again.
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REVIEWS!! NEED REVIEWS PLEASE!! Sorry I haven't been updating guys, but.u know.there was.thanksgiving. Christmas. break. New Year's.and then my birthday (Jan 2, I just turned 14! And I'm only a freshman!) so like.school just started for me after break so like yea.Jan 5.but first day of school after break was pretty cool.but forgetting my locker combination wasn't.but I got it so like yea.