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please review some more. I'll probably try to get a new chapter out in
about the same time that it took to get out this chapter out. Hope you
like this chapter, it's longer than the last and I proofread it better,
too. Yes, I know Vegeta might be a little ooc, but hey give the guy a
break, his wife just died.*
*Vocabulary for this chapter:
Otosan: Father Ojisan: Grandpa Obasan: Grandma
Disclaimer: Why can't I own DBZ, I mean it's not like I'm going to screw it up like the GT creators did, but oh well. Oh, and I don't own the total gym either.
Vegeta On His Own
Chapter 2
Lonliness
Vegeta found himself lying on the couch at home in a daze. It had all seemed unreal, like it was just a bad dream, and he would wake up to find his mate, still pregnant, sleeping next to him, and they would have a baby girl, and all grow up as one happy family, or as happy as you could get with their family. But, just like everything else in Vegeta's life, it was just a bad reality, he was doomed to live a cursed life.
The events that had taken place after Vegeta told Trunks about Bulma's death had seemed unclear. He couldn't remember what the doctors had told him, what the others said. He didn't even remember coming back to the house. It was almost like it had never happened, but it did.
Vegeta looked at the clock on the wall, it was 2 a.m. All the lights were out, and the house seemed eerily quiet. The T.V. across from where he lay was on. The sound was barely audible, as the man on the T.V. screen went on about how he should buy the new Total Gym. Vegeta stared absent mindedly at the screen for a few minutes before turning it off and cursing the stupid infomercial under his breath. He sat up and began to stare at the ceiling, thinking about what he was going to do now. It all happened so quickly, but why? Why did it have to happen to her? He had died twice in battle, both times being wished back. He put his life at stake everyday, he was so careless, too. Some days he wouldn't even care if he did lose his life. She always had valued her life. Why? Because of Trunks, because of her friends, because of her parents, because of her work, because of him.
Vegeta's eyes started to water again. Would his eyes ever dry? His mind then slipped to the tiny little baby he had met today. Kami, was she beautiful. She was really small, though. She had been premature, and the doctors were telling him how there could be complications, but they weren't sure. He just wanted her to be all right. His mind drifted as he thought about her still at the hospital all alone in the nursery with a bunch of pathetic human offspring.
THUD
Vegeta jumped off the couch in surprise, and twisted around into his fighting position only to find his son staring up at him on his hands and knees on the floor.
"Sorry," he whispered as he stood back up, "I tripped on my pants." Trunks now stood at the base of the dark stairs wearing his pajama pants he had just gotten last week. He had gone shopping with his mother when he saw them, and he thought they were so cool, that he begged his mother to get them for him, even if they were two sizes too big.
Vegeta relaxed. "Why aren't you in bed?"
Trunks looked down at the floor and started to rock on the outsides of his feet. "I couldn't sleep."
Vegeta motioned for Trunks to come and sat back down on the couch. Trunks shuffled his feet and flopped down on the couch next to his father. He was still staring at his feet and Vegeta noticed how his cheeks were tear stained. He started to think how hard it must be for him. Here he was only 10 years old and he already lost his mother. Vegeta couldn't even remember his mother, and he had lost his father when he was only six. He remembered what it was like losing a parent, it had turned his heart cold, and if there was one thing that Vegeta wanted more than anything else, it was for his kids to not grow up like him. Growing up and until he came to Earth, he didn't care about anyone or anything, not even himself. What was life to him? It was disposable. And he had gotten a thrill every time he destroyed one, and that feeling would haunt him forever. He didn't want his son to be like that, too.
"You okay?" he asked gently. Trunks just shook his head, still staring at his feet. They sat there for a while just staring strait ahead, not knowing what to say or how to comfort one another. Finally, it was Trunks who broke the silence.
"Did she say anything?"
"Huh?" Vegeta looked confused.
"Before she died," he explained. "Did she say anything?"
"She said she loved you."
"Was she in any pain?" Trunks turned his head to look up at his father.
Vegeta smiled at the question. "She was in labor, Trunks, of course she was in pain."
"Oh," he turned back to face his feet. He thought for a moment then turned back to face Vegeta again. "What's her name?"
"Hmm?"
"My sister. What's her name?"
"I never told you?"
Trunks shook his head. "No, I tried to ask you earlier, but it was like you weren't listening."
Vegeta looked puzzeled. "Oh, sorry. Well her name is Bra." Trunks just nodded his head, and then went on to staring at his feet. He bit his lower lip and didn't say anything for a while, when finally he looked back up at Vegeta and the thing that he had wanted to ask all along finally rushed out.
"OjiisanandObasansaythattheyaregoingtobetheonesthattakecareofme, Whatsthematterdontyoulovemeanymore?!"
"Wow, slow down, Trunks. I had no idea anyone could talk that fast," he smirked.
Trunks bit his lower lip again and then took a deep breath, and said what he had said before only much slower. "Ojisan and Obasan say that they are going to be the ones that take care of me, what's the matter, don't you love me anymore?" His eyes were wide and watery, and he gave his father a puppy dogface.
Vegeta looked confused. "First of all, son, what are you talking about? Of course I'll take care of you. I am your father you know."
"It's just that they said that they were going to take care of me and.."
"Trunks, you probably just misunderstood," he replied.
"So then you will take care of me?"
"Yes."
"Bra, too."
"Of course."
Trunks smiled and gave Vegeta a hug. He just stayed there, with his arms wrapped around his father. It seemed that there, nothing could go wrong and the whole world seemed to be at peace. "Papa?" he asked still hugging Vegeta.
"Yes, son?"
"I miss mom." He tried to choke back a sob, but was unsuccessful, as the tears began to pour out of his eyes onto his father's shirt for the second time that day. Vegeta, however, joined him this time, and his tear slowly made their way down his dark face and into Trunks' soft, purple hair.
They stayed like that until Trunks finally let his sleepiness over take him, and he passed out. Vegeta tried to get some sleep, too, but he wasn't lucky enough, and the peacefulness of sleep never came to him that night. So, instead he turned the T.V. back on to watch anything that could get his mind off of her, but every channel he turned to, there she was, smiling back at him the way she always did.
*o.k. hope you liked that, please review, and I'll try to get the next chapter up in a couple of days*
*Vocabulary for this chapter:
Otosan: Father Ojisan: Grandpa Obasan: Grandma
Disclaimer: Why can't I own DBZ, I mean it's not like I'm going to screw it up like the GT creators did, but oh well. Oh, and I don't own the total gym either.
Vegeta On His Own
Chapter 2
Lonliness
Vegeta found himself lying on the couch at home in a daze. It had all seemed unreal, like it was just a bad dream, and he would wake up to find his mate, still pregnant, sleeping next to him, and they would have a baby girl, and all grow up as one happy family, or as happy as you could get with their family. But, just like everything else in Vegeta's life, it was just a bad reality, he was doomed to live a cursed life.
The events that had taken place after Vegeta told Trunks about Bulma's death had seemed unclear. He couldn't remember what the doctors had told him, what the others said. He didn't even remember coming back to the house. It was almost like it had never happened, but it did.
Vegeta looked at the clock on the wall, it was 2 a.m. All the lights were out, and the house seemed eerily quiet. The T.V. across from where he lay was on. The sound was barely audible, as the man on the T.V. screen went on about how he should buy the new Total Gym. Vegeta stared absent mindedly at the screen for a few minutes before turning it off and cursing the stupid infomercial under his breath. He sat up and began to stare at the ceiling, thinking about what he was going to do now. It all happened so quickly, but why? Why did it have to happen to her? He had died twice in battle, both times being wished back. He put his life at stake everyday, he was so careless, too. Some days he wouldn't even care if he did lose his life. She always had valued her life. Why? Because of Trunks, because of her friends, because of her parents, because of her work, because of him.
Vegeta's eyes started to water again. Would his eyes ever dry? His mind then slipped to the tiny little baby he had met today. Kami, was she beautiful. She was really small, though. She had been premature, and the doctors were telling him how there could be complications, but they weren't sure. He just wanted her to be all right. His mind drifted as he thought about her still at the hospital all alone in the nursery with a bunch of pathetic human offspring.
THUD
Vegeta jumped off the couch in surprise, and twisted around into his fighting position only to find his son staring up at him on his hands and knees on the floor.
"Sorry," he whispered as he stood back up, "I tripped on my pants." Trunks now stood at the base of the dark stairs wearing his pajama pants he had just gotten last week. He had gone shopping with his mother when he saw them, and he thought they were so cool, that he begged his mother to get them for him, even if they were two sizes too big.
Vegeta relaxed. "Why aren't you in bed?"
Trunks looked down at the floor and started to rock on the outsides of his feet. "I couldn't sleep."
Vegeta motioned for Trunks to come and sat back down on the couch. Trunks shuffled his feet and flopped down on the couch next to his father. He was still staring at his feet and Vegeta noticed how his cheeks were tear stained. He started to think how hard it must be for him. Here he was only 10 years old and he already lost his mother. Vegeta couldn't even remember his mother, and he had lost his father when he was only six. He remembered what it was like losing a parent, it had turned his heart cold, and if there was one thing that Vegeta wanted more than anything else, it was for his kids to not grow up like him. Growing up and until he came to Earth, he didn't care about anyone or anything, not even himself. What was life to him? It was disposable. And he had gotten a thrill every time he destroyed one, and that feeling would haunt him forever. He didn't want his son to be like that, too.
"You okay?" he asked gently. Trunks just shook his head, still staring at his feet. They sat there for a while just staring strait ahead, not knowing what to say or how to comfort one another. Finally, it was Trunks who broke the silence.
"Did she say anything?"
"Huh?" Vegeta looked confused.
"Before she died," he explained. "Did she say anything?"
"She said she loved you."
"Was she in any pain?" Trunks turned his head to look up at his father.
Vegeta smiled at the question. "She was in labor, Trunks, of course she was in pain."
"Oh," he turned back to face his feet. He thought for a moment then turned back to face Vegeta again. "What's her name?"
"Hmm?"
"My sister. What's her name?"
"I never told you?"
Trunks shook his head. "No, I tried to ask you earlier, but it was like you weren't listening."
Vegeta looked puzzeled. "Oh, sorry. Well her name is Bra." Trunks just nodded his head, and then went on to staring at his feet. He bit his lower lip and didn't say anything for a while, when finally he looked back up at Vegeta and the thing that he had wanted to ask all along finally rushed out.
"OjiisanandObasansaythattheyaregoingtobetheonesthattakecareofme, Whatsthematterdontyoulovemeanymore?!"
"Wow, slow down, Trunks. I had no idea anyone could talk that fast," he smirked.
Trunks bit his lower lip again and then took a deep breath, and said what he had said before only much slower. "Ojisan and Obasan say that they are going to be the ones that take care of me, what's the matter, don't you love me anymore?" His eyes were wide and watery, and he gave his father a puppy dogface.
Vegeta looked confused. "First of all, son, what are you talking about? Of course I'll take care of you. I am your father you know."
"It's just that they said that they were going to take care of me and.."
"Trunks, you probably just misunderstood," he replied.
"So then you will take care of me?"
"Yes."
"Bra, too."
"Of course."
Trunks smiled and gave Vegeta a hug. He just stayed there, with his arms wrapped around his father. It seemed that there, nothing could go wrong and the whole world seemed to be at peace. "Papa?" he asked still hugging Vegeta.
"Yes, son?"
"I miss mom." He tried to choke back a sob, but was unsuccessful, as the tears began to pour out of his eyes onto his father's shirt for the second time that day. Vegeta, however, joined him this time, and his tear slowly made their way down his dark face and into Trunks' soft, purple hair.
They stayed like that until Trunks finally let his sleepiness over take him, and he passed out. Vegeta tried to get some sleep, too, but he wasn't lucky enough, and the peacefulness of sleep never came to him that night. So, instead he turned the T.V. back on to watch anything that could get his mind off of her, but every channel he turned to, there she was, smiling back at him the way she always did.
*o.k. hope you liked that, please review, and I'll try to get the next chapter up in a couple of days*