-1Arms Of The Angel

Chappie 21

Transformations

By

Bulma

-Bulma/Trunks/Kaioshin!-

PUNCH! Trunks fell into the metallic cell as Kaioshin pounded him in the face, sending him flying in. He threw Bulma in after him and slammed the door. "We will arrive in 6 hours. Until then, play nice." Kaioshin smirked. He turned on his heel and proceeded to leave. Bulma watched him go and cringed when the door slammed shut and locked behind him. "Damnit!" she heard the boy cry out from behind her.

Bulma turned and saw him rubbing his sore cheek. His lip was split open and blood trickled down his chin. Bulma let out a sigh. She reached in her purse and pulled out her handkerchief. "Here, let me look at it." she said. Bulma came over and kneeled before him. Trunks averted his eyes away from her. "I'm fine." he mumbled shyly. "Trunks, look at me." she spoke to him soothingly. He kept his posture. Bulma let out a soft chuckle and took his face in her hands. "Boy, he got you good." Silence. Bulma gently cleaned the cut out. Finally Bulma couldn't stand the silent awkward treatment any longer. "Trunks…is it true what you said? Are you really my son?"

"Why should it matter? You wouldn't understand. And it's not like your gonna want me anyway." Bulma stared at him sternly. She brought her hand back and slapped him. Her sudden, bold, outspoken movement stunned trunks. However, he did not let this show on his outer shell. He kept up his features and finally looked at his Mother. Bulma glared dangerous eyes of blue and breathed heavily in anger. "You know, it would have been nice to know who you were. I am not like that Prince; so do not compare me to him! I always wanted a child and putting up this tough act is pissing me off!" Bulma's eyes then soften as her point got across. "And you don't have need to be ashamed of who you are and where you come from. Because seeing who you are and knowing you are my son, for the first time, I'm happy." A small smile played upon her lips and she embraced him in a Motherly hug.

Trunks stiffened. He would never understand women, epically his own Mother. One minute she was a raging inferno, the next a caring, loving Mother. He finally relaxed in her embrace and rested his head on her shoulder. "Mom…" he whispered. "You know Trunks, you don't have to be afraid and it's all right not to know things or not knowing what to do sometimes. I know why you didn't tell me, but you should know me by now. I love and accept you no matter what. Didn't I make sure of that in the future?" "I wouldn't know. This is the first time I ever got the chance to talk to you or hear your voice on this level." he spoke softly into her hair.

He felt her grip on him more. "Oh Trunks, I'm so, so sorry." "It's not your fault, you were killed. There was nothing that could have been done. And there isn't a day that goes by where I don't miss you." he told her. Before Trunks knew it, he felt tears fall from his eyes that he didn't realize he shed. "It's okay baby, you go on ahead and cry. I'm here for you and from now, I will always be." "M-Mom…" They stayed like that for sometime. Trunks finally cried the suppressed tears he had been denied for so long.

-Later!-

Bulma watched her now exhaughted son, sleep upon her lap. She couldn't help but smile. Even after all the hell he had to undergo, you'd never suspect he had to lead such a life when he slept so peacefully. She heard Trunks mumble something, but continued to sleep on. Bulma brushed a few stray strands of his lavender hair away from the center of his features and framed them with his outline of his handsome features. She admired him so much. He really did look so much like herself and his yet so much did he resemble his Father. His Father. Those 2 simple words sent shivers down his spine and flip-flops in her stomach. By some insane, cruel twist of fate, they had created this wonderful, beautiful being.

Bulma let out a small smile. "But how can this be lil' one? Only something as precious and wonderful as you can only be created out of Love." At this thought, Bulma's mind wandered to how this all happened? Was Vegeta kind? Was he sweet? Passionate? Loving? Caring? Could he love? And if so, how much did he truly love and care for them both? So many thoughts of confusion and wonder piled high in her mind. This all seemed so…surreal to her. Bulma continued to pet her son's hair; it appeared to sooth him greatly.

Unfortunately, they had indeed forgotten all their troubles and the reasoning they had come to be there in the first place. And only to be reminded again as a sudden jerk in the ship, almost made Bulma fall forward. At this, Trunks had awakened. "Mmmm, what's the matter?" he asked groggily and sat up. "I don't know. Something's wrong…" Bulma trailed off a bit dazed. Trunks rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, but stiffened as he sensed something. Something very, very familiar and so frightening. Something that played his every awakening and sleeping moments of life. Frieza was close by.

Bulma could sense the protective change and grew very concerned. "Trunks? What is it? What's wrong?" she asked. "Mom, no matter what happens, stay with me at all times. And whatever happens, I will find you, I will save you, you WILL NOT die. I promise, no guarantee that I will not let you die. Do you understand?" he asked her a lot more alert. "H-Hai." Bulma replied meekly. She had never seen this monster first hand.

Bulma had heard stories far and wide of the cruelty of the Kold's, seen first hand of his work on Earth, and she had caused him so much trouble. She could only imagine just what he had in store for her. With this thought, she shuddered. "Don't think about that. I'm going to protect you." Trunks told her.

"How do you know what I'm thinking about?" Bulma asked. "Through the bond. Since I first came to this time. I have heard every thought, every moment, every pain you withstood." "Everything?" "Even the parts when you think about Dad. And you can't even lie to me. I know what your thinking and what you thought." he let out a small smile as he continued to speak. "And to answer some of your questions, you and Dad were very, very much in love." Bulma stared at him, completely shocked. "And before you ask, I can feel the and sense Dad's thoughts as well." "Oh…" Bulma let out a small sigh and turned away from him as she found the wall a bit more interesting.

She felt a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Mom, Dad does love you, but because of the situation and because of me, he's rather…confused and really rethinking a lot of things." He told her. "I know…" Before they could discuss any more of this, the metallic door was thrown open and Kaioshin came in. "Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey. You have an appointment to make." he sneered at them. "Now come on. They want to see you now!" he told them. He came and jerked them to their feet. He cuffed them and headed them towards the bridge that linked his ship to Kold's and down into the hallway that lead to the throne room.

Everything seemed so foreign and out of place to Bulma, however to Trunks, it was another reminder of a familiar hell he had once grown and now subjected to once more. "Now remember, both of you better keep your mouths shut, unless when told to open them. Also, I highly suggest when the time comes to beg for mercy, I suggest you beg as much as you can. I have a feeling King Kold and Prince Frieza have something special for you both." he chuckled. Bulma shivered in fear and Trunks kept up his cold demeanor. "Say what you will Kaioshin, but I promise you, you will get yours in the end." he spoke coldly.

"Hybrid, if I had beating for every time I heard that statement." "Yes well, you never fought me before." "Hybrid, you amuse me. I can see why Prince Frieza keeps you around." "Heh, now who is underestimating." "Do you want to start something?" "Perhaps." "Trunks stop it! We are in no position to do anything." Bulma tried to voice reason. "Yes Hybrid, listen to Mommy. She maybe the winning result of your failure if you do mess with me. Better think of her first unless I have to do something drastic to keep you in line." Trunks closed his eyes and tried to calm down. He succeeded in doing so and remained silent.

They quickly arrived at the throne doors. Trunks could feel the doors radiate with the 2 enormous ki's that were contained within them. Kaioshin opened the doors and threw the 2 prisoners inside. Bulma and Trunks fell onto their knees. Bulma stared at the ground as Kaioshin stood beside them. "Here they are. Now where is my payment for my services?" Kaioshin demanded. "All in good time. All in good time." F. Frieza almost giggled in delight. King Kold remained in his seat as he watched his son get up from his throne and descend towards them.

Frieza stood in front of the 2. Complete silence, not a word or sound was heard. "Hybrid…" F. Frieza finally spoke. Without so much as a warning, he lifted his tail and strike him across the face, sending him flying to the wall. At this Bulma jumped up. "Trunks!" she cried. "Bitch!" screamed Kaioshin and forced her down to her knees by grabbing her hair and throwing her down.

Frieza turned to the rubble his force upon Trunks created. "Hybrid, it seems in my absence, you had been getting new ideas of Family and Love. Perhaps it's time I re-educate you." he sneered at Trunks' fallen form. He grabbed Trunks by the throat as he stalked over to fall warrior. Then with his sharp claws he dug them deep into his throat. Blood coursed down Frieza's hands as he gripped the poor esophagus. With his tail, he grabbed Trunks' swinging feet, held them still, tightly, and pulled. All poor Trunks could do was gasp out in pain. He could fell his world spin and everything began to get blurry and hazy.

"NO! LET MY SON GO! PLEASE! DON'T HURT HIM! I'LL DO ANYTHING!" Bulma cried out as hot, salty tears graced her cheeks. King Kold sneered at this as he stood. "Child, you have no say in any of this. You have caused enough problems for my empire and me. It's about time I get paid for my sufferings." he smiled sadistically. Bulma looked at King Kold as Kaioshin let her go. He advanced towards her. Bulma was too frozen by fear to run.

King Kold grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder. "LET ME GO!" Bulma screamed. "No, I think it's time I teach you a lesson." he smirked. He threw her upon the ground and crawled on top of her. Bulma let out a blood-curling scream. "MOM!" screamed Trunks as he saw this from his blurry eyes. He struggled to get to her, regardless of the pain he was undergoing. "You can't get to her Hybrid. She's at my Father's mercy now, as you are under mind. If I were you, I would start begging for my life." Frieza hissed as he increased the pain he was inflicting.

However, inexpertly a bluish white light filled the room. Trunks could sense Bulma's usually weak ki skyrocket almost surpassing his own power. Her scream filled the air as she let out a giant burst of energy in every direction. Ki flew everywhere from her body as it everything. "WHAT THE…?" screamed F. Frieza as his grip loosened. Trunks took this opportune time to get out of his grip and take cover.

When it was all over, the ship laid in ruins. Dead bodies laid everywhere. Trunks emerged from the rubble with mere scratches covering his body and debris in places he never thought to find debris in. And as if the blast wasn't enough, there stood his Mother with white glazed eyes, as a blue hue surrounded her from. Her dress swayed by her radiating ki and written in a bluish white on her forehead that could be seen across the room, bore the Royal Vegeta-sei house symbol. Bulma was a mere couple of feet off the ground and all Trunks could do was gawk in awe.

His Mother had caused the hell around him. How? She was an Earthling…? Right? Suddenly Bulma's eyes rolled in the back of her head and she dropped to the ground. Trunks rushed over and caught her. "Mom….you have some major explaining to do…" he whispered as he could only stare at the brilliantly radiating symbol on her forehead that she bore.

C'ya

Bulma

P.S. MOMENT OF ZEN!

I'm not ignoring you…

I just don't care…

Matt Say: But you have to care!