08 – Deep Feelings
This is going to be the hardest thing I will have to do thus far. How am I to tell Vegeta? Why the change of heart? As if there is a heart in this cold hard chest of mine. Why did I ever think that things would be different? Many people, including my husband, thinks that I don't have feelings. What a major misconception, I feel just as any warm-blooded human does. The difference is I don't wear my feelings on my sleeves; in other words, I don't show or share my feelings, ever. Until now I thought that was the best, but somehow the happiness of my child is urging me to open up, but the person I must open up to hates me. I don't condone the things I did in the past, but I believe that I have more than paid for my mistakes. I'm sure Vegeta has a heart somewhere in that cold hard demeanor, and the challenge I must face is to find it and make him see.
I quickly assessed the situation at home, we were unpacked, and Krillin was off to de-stress in the training gym. The unhappy news I told him on our trip upset him more than I had thought. Plus, now that he knows that I have to tell Vegeta, he has been like a shell. As soon as Marron left he escaped behind his shield and left to train. I hated telling him, but with the effects that Seventeen has had on Marron, I knew she was lost. But maybe I can salvage someone else, a lost soul living with a lie. How was I to open up and be Emily; someone, not even Krillin, knew? I decided to just go ahead and get it over with, besides if Vegeta wanted to kill me; he would have done it ages ago, right? I left the house and began the longest journey of my life, although the Brief Mansion was not very far away. I made the walk last fifteen minutes instead of the usual five because I was nervous as hell. I really did not know what to expect. As I neared the house I noticed the youngest member of the family, Bra, enter. I reached the door and rang the bell. Opening immediately Bra stuck her head out.
"Yes, can I help... Oh, um, Eighteen, can I help you?" The girl was obviously scared, but why? Oh, yeah, it's me; big bad android.
"Emily." I said and she looked a bit confused.
"Excuse me, I'm Bra."
"No, my new name is Emily. Please call me Emily." The stupid girl's mouth fell open, like I had just told her that aliens had impregnated her. Then again, why would that surprise anyone? I must have looked bored because she snapped back to reality.
"Emily, nice name. Is there a reason you are here or did you just want to tell me your new name?" The audacity of the twit; goes from being scared of me to mocking me just because of a name.
"Listen, tart, I want to speak with Vegeta, is he here?" Ok, so my nice meter runs out really fast; I'll have to work on that. The girl's eyes narrowed with, I guess, contempt. Funny that the expression made her look like a chipmunk.
"I don't know if my father's back yet. I just got home. Let me go and check. You wait here." She closed the door and I rolled my eyes. Where would the airhead want me to wait besides here? I swear she should dye her hair blonde, then people would know that her blue eyes weren't etched with thinking but with blankness.
"Kami, please say that the smarts in that family went to Trunks, if not then Bulma's genius mind was washed down the drain." I couldn't help but say that out loud. Someone, be it people or plants and trees, should witness that prayer. I was about to tap my foot in impatience when the door opened to reveal Bulma, great as if I wasn't feeling bad enough about this.
"Hi, uh, Emily. Vegeta is in the kitchen; you know that place where all Saiyan males go when they aren't working or training. Please come in." Well, a little more respect than I though I would get. I followed Bulma in the house and she showed me to the kitchen. Vegeta had his head stuck in the refrigerator and Bulma had to clear her throat three times for the lug to hear her.
"What is it woman!? I'm trying to eat!" Vegeta yelled without extricating himself from the fridge.
"Eighteen, I mean Emily is here to talk to you." I winced as a glass object fell from his hand and shattered on the floor. He very slowly turned around and closed the refrigerator door. It hurt to see a look of pure hatred directed at me, but then I should be used to that by now. Bulma bustled around him to clean up the remains of a glass butter dish.
"Why the hell would I talk to android scum?! I just found out that her, or it's brother is screwing around with Bra!!" Vegeta practically screamed this as he stalked over to the table and sat down. I was surprised to hear about Seventeen and Bra, why would he pick such an absentminded twit? Although Vegeta sounded mad, the look in his eyes was different, somehow expectant. I sat in the chair facing him and Bulma made some excuse to leave the room. For the moment I looked at him and he looked at me.
He looked the same as he always did; tall spiky hair, intense and dangerous black eyes; wearing a black tank top and blue jeans; altogether very handsome. I know I looked different to him, right after I had Marron I had changed my look. Unlike Seventeen, I didn't want to be recognized as one of the brainless androids that had run around killing people. I had hair extensions put in and then I dyed my hair dark brown, of course my eyes are still blue, but the artificial tan I get painted on every month makes me look more Indian than Japanese. My usual wardrobe right now was beige slacks with a white blouse, sleeveless since it was summer.
Vegeta looked around the kitchen and then looked at his hands, obviously avoiding my eyes. I thought and then I realized that I had come here to talk to him and he was just waiting for me to start. I start to say something, you know pleasant, when Vegeta does look me in the eyes.
"You look nice." Kami! I feel a heart attack coming! Vegeta gave me a compliment and he actually seemed sincere about it. I had the courtesy not to hang my mouth open in surprise.
"Thank you, but I need to tell you something and it's going to be hard to accept..." I started. Vegeta gave me a confused look and I noticed that the hatred that was on his face earlier was gone now.
"I don't understand, does this have anything to do with that night so long ago?" I nodded my head and his eyes flashed a storm that was brewing, he ran his hand through his hair and hung his head down. What would he do? Would he get angry? He lifted his head and looked at me, the storm was brewing but it hadn't broke yet. "A month after that happened I asked you! You, you said no!" Along with the storm of anger I could see the pain he was in as well.
"I lied..."
"Yes, you fucking lied to my face, Emily!" The way Vegeta said my name nearly broke whatever heart was in my chest.
"Please don't shout, unless you want Bulma to find out." His eyes flared red and I knew I shouldn't have mentioned Bulma.
"Why are you telling me now? What made you change your mind about ever telling me?"
"I have lost Marron, she's a deceitful and vindictive person that has no compassion. I thought I could teach her to be the things I never was, but Seventeen has corrupted her."
"Yes, I know! She screwed up Trunks' future with Pan last night! She drugged him or something and got him to sleep with her!"
"I thought something like that had happened, but maybe better things will come out of this. I can't help Marron, but I can help him..."
"Who, Trunks?"
"No, him..." I said; intently looking into his eyes. The more understanding that dawned the bigger his eyes got.
"Him! A boy, a son and you never told me!" Vegeta started screaming so I defended myself.
"Because you already had a family! I could not have lived with myself! You had Bulma and a three month old Trunks!" I couldn't help it I started crying. I folded my arms on the table and laid my head on them. I heard a chair scrape against the floor and felt a hand on my back. I continued to cry as I thought about the man trying to console me. What happened to the hard-ass everyone knew? What happened to the death-threats I have become accustomed to? Surely the announcement of another son wasn't the reason for this?
"I see what you mean, but that still gave you no right to keep him from me!" His hand withdrew from my back and I sat up. The look in Vegeta's eyes was blatantly accusing me of concealing the boy from him.
"You misunderstand, I didn't keep him! I entrusted him to a loving family that would take care of him!"
"You, you gave him away?! My son, to another family?! Woman I could have taken him if that was what you were going to do! I could have raised him and Bulma needn't have known that he was yours! Well no matter now, what family did he stay with all these years?" The answer to that question is what I am afraid of. What will his reaction be?
"Goku's..." The storm that had been at bay broke. Vegeta stood up and shoved the table away from him. I knew he was mad enough to kill something or someone so I stood up and backed away. He stood in front of me, without any barriers, muscles bulging and eyes raging. I held up my hands as if to ward him off. He was clenching and unclenching his fists, his whole demeanor was threatening and I was scared.
"I don't know what was going through our minds that night, but I would like to have thought that we understood each other!" The extreme coolness and coldness with which he delivered the words was very unnerving and scary. Of course I knew what he meant, and yes I knew and understood well that he hated Goku and would always hate him. I bowed my head and put down my hands.
"Yes, I understood you better than even you knew, but my decision was not based on likes and dislikes. The truth was; I wanted our son to have a good family, but I also wanted some contact with him..."
"So he knows?"
"No he doesn't, I meant, I have watched him grow up from afar. He doesn't know you are his father and I'm his mother, not yet."
***Author's Note***
I know that this chapter is short and I am sorry, the truth is that the chapter was suppose to reveal a lot more but I decided to add another chapter. The reason is because I love drama and the way I ended this chapter and the way the next chapter will be is a little better than the original plan. So enjoy these new chapters and let me work on the next two chapters. Again thanks for reading and please review.
02-24-04 – I have had a hard time in my classes this semester and so I haven't had that much time to work on chapters nine and ten. I am to a flashback in chapter nine and am stuck. The greatest part of writing a story is reading other people's opinion of the story, so please review. Thank you Kman (kevin1235@hotmail.com) for your inspiring review; it has made me dust off the manuscript and notes and start back on it.
-Seraphyne
This is going to be the hardest thing I will have to do thus far. How am I to tell Vegeta? Why the change of heart? As if there is a heart in this cold hard chest of mine. Why did I ever think that things would be different? Many people, including my husband, thinks that I don't have feelings. What a major misconception, I feel just as any warm-blooded human does. The difference is I don't wear my feelings on my sleeves; in other words, I don't show or share my feelings, ever. Until now I thought that was the best, but somehow the happiness of my child is urging me to open up, but the person I must open up to hates me. I don't condone the things I did in the past, but I believe that I have more than paid for my mistakes. I'm sure Vegeta has a heart somewhere in that cold hard demeanor, and the challenge I must face is to find it and make him see.
I quickly assessed the situation at home, we were unpacked, and Krillin was off to de-stress in the training gym. The unhappy news I told him on our trip upset him more than I had thought. Plus, now that he knows that I have to tell Vegeta, he has been like a shell. As soon as Marron left he escaped behind his shield and left to train. I hated telling him, but with the effects that Seventeen has had on Marron, I knew she was lost. But maybe I can salvage someone else, a lost soul living with a lie. How was I to open up and be Emily; someone, not even Krillin, knew? I decided to just go ahead and get it over with, besides if Vegeta wanted to kill me; he would have done it ages ago, right? I left the house and began the longest journey of my life, although the Brief Mansion was not very far away. I made the walk last fifteen minutes instead of the usual five because I was nervous as hell. I really did not know what to expect. As I neared the house I noticed the youngest member of the family, Bra, enter. I reached the door and rang the bell. Opening immediately Bra stuck her head out.
"Yes, can I help... Oh, um, Eighteen, can I help you?" The girl was obviously scared, but why? Oh, yeah, it's me; big bad android.
"Emily." I said and she looked a bit confused.
"Excuse me, I'm Bra."
"No, my new name is Emily. Please call me Emily." The stupid girl's mouth fell open, like I had just told her that aliens had impregnated her. Then again, why would that surprise anyone? I must have looked bored because she snapped back to reality.
"Emily, nice name. Is there a reason you are here or did you just want to tell me your new name?" The audacity of the twit; goes from being scared of me to mocking me just because of a name.
"Listen, tart, I want to speak with Vegeta, is he here?" Ok, so my nice meter runs out really fast; I'll have to work on that. The girl's eyes narrowed with, I guess, contempt. Funny that the expression made her look like a chipmunk.
"I don't know if my father's back yet. I just got home. Let me go and check. You wait here." She closed the door and I rolled my eyes. Where would the airhead want me to wait besides here? I swear she should dye her hair blonde, then people would know that her blue eyes weren't etched with thinking but with blankness.
"Kami, please say that the smarts in that family went to Trunks, if not then Bulma's genius mind was washed down the drain." I couldn't help but say that out loud. Someone, be it people or plants and trees, should witness that prayer. I was about to tap my foot in impatience when the door opened to reveal Bulma, great as if I wasn't feeling bad enough about this.
"Hi, uh, Emily. Vegeta is in the kitchen; you know that place where all Saiyan males go when they aren't working or training. Please come in." Well, a little more respect than I though I would get. I followed Bulma in the house and she showed me to the kitchen. Vegeta had his head stuck in the refrigerator and Bulma had to clear her throat three times for the lug to hear her.
"What is it woman!? I'm trying to eat!" Vegeta yelled without extricating himself from the fridge.
"Eighteen, I mean Emily is here to talk to you." I winced as a glass object fell from his hand and shattered on the floor. He very slowly turned around and closed the refrigerator door. It hurt to see a look of pure hatred directed at me, but then I should be used to that by now. Bulma bustled around him to clean up the remains of a glass butter dish.
"Why the hell would I talk to android scum?! I just found out that her, or it's brother is screwing around with Bra!!" Vegeta practically screamed this as he stalked over to the table and sat down. I was surprised to hear about Seventeen and Bra, why would he pick such an absentminded twit? Although Vegeta sounded mad, the look in his eyes was different, somehow expectant. I sat in the chair facing him and Bulma made some excuse to leave the room. For the moment I looked at him and he looked at me.
He looked the same as he always did; tall spiky hair, intense and dangerous black eyes; wearing a black tank top and blue jeans; altogether very handsome. I know I looked different to him, right after I had Marron I had changed my look. Unlike Seventeen, I didn't want to be recognized as one of the brainless androids that had run around killing people. I had hair extensions put in and then I dyed my hair dark brown, of course my eyes are still blue, but the artificial tan I get painted on every month makes me look more Indian than Japanese. My usual wardrobe right now was beige slacks with a white blouse, sleeveless since it was summer.
Vegeta looked around the kitchen and then looked at his hands, obviously avoiding my eyes. I thought and then I realized that I had come here to talk to him and he was just waiting for me to start. I start to say something, you know pleasant, when Vegeta does look me in the eyes.
"You look nice." Kami! I feel a heart attack coming! Vegeta gave me a compliment and he actually seemed sincere about it. I had the courtesy not to hang my mouth open in surprise.
"Thank you, but I need to tell you something and it's going to be hard to accept..." I started. Vegeta gave me a confused look and I noticed that the hatred that was on his face earlier was gone now.
"I don't understand, does this have anything to do with that night so long ago?" I nodded my head and his eyes flashed a storm that was brewing, he ran his hand through his hair and hung his head down. What would he do? Would he get angry? He lifted his head and looked at me, the storm was brewing but it hadn't broke yet. "A month after that happened I asked you! You, you said no!" Along with the storm of anger I could see the pain he was in as well.
"I lied..."
"Yes, you fucking lied to my face, Emily!" The way Vegeta said my name nearly broke whatever heart was in my chest.
"Please don't shout, unless you want Bulma to find out." His eyes flared red and I knew I shouldn't have mentioned Bulma.
"Why are you telling me now? What made you change your mind about ever telling me?"
"I have lost Marron, she's a deceitful and vindictive person that has no compassion. I thought I could teach her to be the things I never was, but Seventeen has corrupted her."
"Yes, I know! She screwed up Trunks' future with Pan last night! She drugged him or something and got him to sleep with her!"
"I thought something like that had happened, but maybe better things will come out of this. I can't help Marron, but I can help him..."
"Who, Trunks?"
"No, him..." I said; intently looking into his eyes. The more understanding that dawned the bigger his eyes got.
"Him! A boy, a son and you never told me!" Vegeta started screaming so I defended myself.
"Because you already had a family! I could not have lived with myself! You had Bulma and a three month old Trunks!" I couldn't help it I started crying. I folded my arms on the table and laid my head on them. I heard a chair scrape against the floor and felt a hand on my back. I continued to cry as I thought about the man trying to console me. What happened to the hard-ass everyone knew? What happened to the death-threats I have become accustomed to? Surely the announcement of another son wasn't the reason for this?
"I see what you mean, but that still gave you no right to keep him from me!" His hand withdrew from my back and I sat up. The look in Vegeta's eyes was blatantly accusing me of concealing the boy from him.
"You misunderstand, I didn't keep him! I entrusted him to a loving family that would take care of him!"
"You, you gave him away?! My son, to another family?! Woman I could have taken him if that was what you were going to do! I could have raised him and Bulma needn't have known that he was yours! Well no matter now, what family did he stay with all these years?" The answer to that question is what I am afraid of. What will his reaction be?
"Goku's..." The storm that had been at bay broke. Vegeta stood up and shoved the table away from him. I knew he was mad enough to kill something or someone so I stood up and backed away. He stood in front of me, without any barriers, muscles bulging and eyes raging. I held up my hands as if to ward him off. He was clenching and unclenching his fists, his whole demeanor was threatening and I was scared.
"I don't know what was going through our minds that night, but I would like to have thought that we understood each other!" The extreme coolness and coldness with which he delivered the words was very unnerving and scary. Of course I knew what he meant, and yes I knew and understood well that he hated Goku and would always hate him. I bowed my head and put down my hands.
"Yes, I understood you better than even you knew, but my decision was not based on likes and dislikes. The truth was; I wanted our son to have a good family, but I also wanted some contact with him..."
"So he knows?"
"No he doesn't, I meant, I have watched him grow up from afar. He doesn't know you are his father and I'm his mother, not yet."
***Author's Note***
I know that this chapter is short and I am sorry, the truth is that the chapter was suppose to reveal a lot more but I decided to add another chapter. The reason is because I love drama and the way I ended this chapter and the way the next chapter will be is a little better than the original plan. So enjoy these new chapters and let me work on the next two chapters. Again thanks for reading and please review.
02-24-04 – I have had a hard time in my classes this semester and so I haven't had that much time to work on chapters nine and ten. I am to a flashback in chapter nine and am stuck. The greatest part of writing a story is reading other people's opinion of the story, so please review. Thank you Kman (kevin1235@hotmail.com) for your inspiring review; it has made me dust off the manuscript and notes and start back on it.
-Seraphyne