Despite my irritation of both my parents and my son going behind my back, I was eager to see her. Dad never told me where she lived, and I didn't ask Trunks; little mama's boy probably won't tell regardless.
Vegan doesn't use the credit cards I gave her, so tracking her down was useless. She learned how to live off the land; she would see it as an opportunity to hone her hunting skills. Knowing her, Vegan probably spent the time training. She'd rather sweat out her frustrations than talk to me.
She probably lost all of the curves she gained while living here.
The doorbell made both Trunks, and I jump; he ran ahead, leaving me in the dust.
He threw open the door and squealed in delight, 'Mommy!'
I rushed up to find them in each other's arms; Trunks looked truly happy for the first time since the tournament. I haven't seen a genuine smile from Vegan since then, either.
It felt good to see them so happy, but it stung because I wasn't a part of it.
'Not so rough, sweetheart. Mommy's not feeling well.'
I glanced at her; I couldn't help but notice her when we were in the same room. She still had her ethereal beauty, but she did look a little peaky. She wasn't curvy as she once was, still slender, but mostly muscle; she was about 12% body fat. I couldn't help but notice her hair.
'You lopped off her hair!'
She stood up, and her beautiful once ankle-length hair was now tailbone length.
She'd cherished her hair when we were together, and now...
I didn't want her to change.
'How observant of you.' She purred in that sensual accent as she stood and finally faced me.
Her pale face was even more decolorized; she looked away from me.
Did she find me unattractive now?
'What's wrong?' I flared.
'You've lost weight.'
Her tone indicated that this was not a good thing; perhaps she wished I could stay the same.
'I have?'
'I brought my wardrobe,' she held up a capsule, 'i assume it's black-tie.'
'Yes, black-tie.'
'I'll change in Trunks' room.'
'Just change in your room.'
'Mom doesn't have a room here.' Trunks replied.
The remark hung in the air like a foul odor and made me ill; I looked at Trunks, he stared at his mother as if he was terrified of losing her.
'Your tie isn't tied, Trunks.' Vegan sighed.
She crouches down and ties his tie perfectly; I couldn't help it, but I found myself checking her out her ass.
Still perfect.
'There, perfect.' She said as she stumbled to her feet.
'Yeah, perfect.'
I watched her lean back against the door, holding her head and stomach. She stood there looking so helpless, vulnerable, and beautiful.
'What's wrong?' Asked Trunks.
'I think I consumed some contaminated meat.'
Tch. It's that sayain appetite of her; she'll eat just about anything you put in front of her.
'I have some bismuth subsalicylate in the lab.'