Hello everyone, long time, long time indeed. Just wanted to say thanks for the messages. I have been on and off this chapter for years, half of it done, then changed, then scraped, then re-done completely over again. It got to the point that I just wanted to push it out. This chapter is short, shorter than most of my other chapters, but I promise to work on that in the future.
So here it is. Hope you enjoy. [I'm now back on track – started talking to myself again on where the story goes next – so I'll be pushing things out faster. ]
Thanks again for the support. -Waterbliss.
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Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ/ Based off DBM Universe 16 which I also do not own.
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Previously:
"Do, do you remember when I mentioned before that Trunks wasn't fighting at his best? Well this...This would be the reason why..."
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Chapter 9: Hatred
Tension, it had filled the air within seconds after Bulma revealed the truth about Trunk's frightening ascension. Bulma could only bite down on her lips as she awaited the Saiyan to turn his head to give her a mouthful but to her surprise Vegetto managed to keep a steady gaze on Trunks instead. She blinked finding herself in an awkward position and just as she was about to let out a breath of relief his voice finally reached her ears.
"You mean to tell me all this time you knew about Trunk's ascension and yet you decided on your own accord that this was something that I shouldn't be informed of?" Bulma squeaked, quickly reeled her eyes away from the now clearly frustrated Saiyan. Her mouth sown shut refusing to get caught in his venom-laced web. "I don't understand." Vegetto breathed out, surprising Bulma at the sudden change of tone. "Why didn't you tell me?" Vegetto asked proceeding to tense his grip on her before finally relaxing into a sigh. "Do you really hate me that much Bulma?"
"What?" Bulma questioned, an exclamation mark shooting over her head as she managed to turn her attention back onto the confused Saiyan. Their gazes now locked with equal bewilderment. "I don't hate you." She replied honestly. "I know I can be hard on you, but I certainty could never hate you...And to think you call me the stupid one." Bulma added, chuckling a bit.
"Then just when exactly was it that you were planning to spring this little important piece of information on me, woman?" Bulma proceeded to shrug casually causing Vegetto to grit his teeth in response. "So you weren't going to tell me, were you, Bulma?"
"No," Bulma admitted bluntly as she watched his eyes snap shut trying to control his temper. "But it was my obligation as a mother to not do so Vegetto!" Bulma quickly rebounded and was instantly silenced when Vegetto's cold eyes melded into her panicked ones.
"You do understand Bulma that you are also my wife, my mate, and I would expect that you would so graciously humble me by acting like one as well." He said oh so boldly causing Bulma to growl out her own pent up frustrations.
"How dare you, you, you pompous ass!" Bulma screamed only to realize the next few seconds left her breathless. Horror stuck across her face wondering if she had gone overboard. A silly fight escalating into a matter of life and death.
Where had I gone wrong?
Her answer soon came as she felt herself drop into a pillow of laughter. Vegetto's chuckles bringing her out of shock as she realized she was was now safely back into his arm's bridle style.
"Whew!" Vegetto exclaimed, still chuckling away, "That one was certainly close. Had I listened to another second of your silly ramblings we would have gotten hit by that Ki blast."
Ki blast? Burma's mind questioned, ignoring the snide Vegetto made for the moment. She knew he meant Trunks but, for him to endanger her... Bulma was lost on what to say. That strong, brave, determined little boy in the distance, was he truly no longer able to distinguish his own mother?
"Well," Vegetto breathed out, causing her to look up at him with wonder, "It looks like I have no choice but to fight."
"N-No!" Bulma exclaimed whilst a trail of sweat fell down her forehead. Her eye's darted towards the young glaring Saiyan preparing in his hands what seemed to be another large Ki blast. "He won't possibly fire again, he hasn't changed, he's still my baby bo-" Her word's cut short yet again as the elder Saiyan tossed her back up into the air, only to casually knock aside another Ki blast.
The Ki blast caused yet another explosion, and this time the attack was so devastating Bulma could see that the ground beneath her shaking with fury. Once again Vegetto caught her leaving Bulma to gather her thoughts.
"Relax," Vegetto quickly told her halting Bulma from pooling over in tears in wonder of what to do about their son's teetering insanity. "I promise I won't hurt him. I'll bring back your son to you safely and you can count on that, okay?" His words, they were almost too good to be true and Bulma really had wanted to nod at his brilliance because surely with that mix of Goku in there – she could trust him. She could honestly trust that Vegetto would not accidentally sock Trunks in the face and thus putting him in a permanent concussion.
But then there was this oddity within his words that Bulma felt herself mulling over. It was so strange that it kept her from becoming complete mush in Vegetto's oh-so gallant arms.
"Don't you mean, our son?" She pressed wondering if it was a slip of the tongue considering Vegetto always did claim that he was apart of the family since he was essentially a part of Vegeta.
Vegetto however made no claim to fix the error. He only replied with a way Vegeta always did by shoving her aside. Thankfully it wasn't as rough, or as hurtful for he gently set her aside on the floor, feet firmly on the grassy ground.
"Stay here, don't move, and I promise, nothing will harm you, Bulma." He said whilst turning his back on her leaving her to blink and nod numbly. "After all your my woman, and nothing touches whats mine." He added, a blush splashing over her nose and cheeks but she managed to grab hold of his arm and yank him to face her so she could plant a quick kiss on his lips.
Vegetto's mouth hung in shock for a moment but snapped out of it rather quickly to shoot off an oncoming Ki-blast once more. The two ki-blasts collided causing a multiple array of colors in different directions but Vegetto had shielded Bulma as he promised and that was enough.
The debris causing a coughing storm for the Blunette but she managed to find the air to breath and opened her eyes to the new view ahead of her. Her eyes wavered at the sight of the destructive fright train that landed just a few feet away from them. Her mouth twitched with uncertainty wanting to desperately call out a name but all she could do was swallow nervously.
Trunks.
'Go,' Bulma demanded, unsure of her own words but knowing deeply that something must be done. Something had to be to save her baby boy. With that she managed to release the elder Saiyan from her grasp. It was then that Bulma could only watch with anxiety as Vegetto stepped forward towards their son preparing a battle stance.
Trunks grinned evilly getting into a fighting stance, beckoning Vegetto with a taunting gesture. Lightning sparked around the boy, orbs of light dancing around in a twist of unwavering courage and killer intent. Madness, ascension, and unimaginable glory.
Are you proud yet? Bulma's mind questioned bitterly, Well are you? Vegeta?
It was then that a gust of air shot back at her, nothing serious, just enough to blow her hair back. Bulma's hands clenched tightly as Vegetto shot forward like a bullet towards her son. Their son. Bulma could only hope that she would be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of the battle before it became a giant blur of nothingness. For her it wasn't just a battle between father and son, but one that needed the mother to witness as well.
However in a twist of cruelty Bulma realized that she wouldn't even have to worry about that. For Trunk's laughter sent her numb. She couldn't believe her eyes – there was just no way! Vegetto had...Had missed?!
'But how?' Bulma's mind cried out in horror. She focused on the back of Vegetto's and then at her son's gleaming aura and then it hit her. 'Why aren't you fighting in your Super Saiyan form?' Bulma cried out through their mental bond and she could swear, even with his back faced that she was able to see a grin grace Vegetto's lips.
'Why would I do that?' He questioned, a humored tone ringing in her mind. 'Do you want me to kill him?'
'E-eh, k-kill him? What are you saying? You're not in a position to joke around you dolt!'
Bulma couldn't believe it – how come Vegetto was always acting so stupid? This certainly made her fume and to make matters worse Vegetto was treating her like an imbecile. She growled, hoping secretly that Trunks would gut him in the stomach. 'Surely, one punch would knock some sense into him.' Bulma thought crossing her arms over her chest. However despite her anger. Bulma felt bothered.
Why hadn't Trunk's retaliated yet?
This was odd indeed. She shouldn't even be able to watch them fight unless all this time they were actually moving...
A bead of sweat rolled down her head.
Of course, that's what it was! That's why Vegetto was laughing at her – they were moving so quickly,fighting in what would be an array of attacks, that she just couldn't catch onto. Bulma sighed in relief. These Saiyans...
'I told you I wasn't going to hurt him.' Vegetto replied, smashing her illusion of a grand battle right before her eyes. 'Just scare him a little...' She swore he was grinning away when he said that and it annoyed her to no end.
What he was basically say telling her was that even an ascended Saiyan was no match for him.
It frightened her. Bulma glanced at Trunks, and tensed. His face certainly matching her own as she came to terms with the outcome of this battle.
'Just, just how strong are you?' Bulma questioned, feeling a bit overwhelmed.
'Let's just say that I'm-well-untouchable.' Bulma rolled her eyes. Just what she needed to hear. Another cocky prick she'd have to deal with. Bulma couldn't help but smile.
'Of course, I should have known.' Bulma said, her smile widening with each second. In the back of her mind she saw him. Vegeta. Perhaps just a glimpse, but it was enough to make the tears spring back up. It was then that she saw a brief view of an orange GI. Goku. The two melding together to show Vegetto before her. It was something she had come to terms with throughout this whole trip. An image of them both appearing and disappearing. Perhaps to make get her used to it. Hoping that by continuously appearing before her – the phenomenon would finally stick.
"You d-don't scare me." Trunk's voice appeared weakly. His tone dropping an octave startling Bulma. He was afraid.
Bulma shifted uncomfortably. She had wanted to move forward, but an unknown force wouldn't allow her to move an inch.
'He needs me.' Bulma shot towards Vegetto knowing the unseen force that was holding her back was none other then the elder Saiyan. 'I can get through to him.'
'So can I.' He replied whilst sending chills down her back. 'Just trust me Bulma. I'll get your son back to you I promise...'
Again? Really?
Bulma felt her teeth clench. Vegetto was really pushing her limitations. In fact she was tired of trying so hard to figure him out. She wanted answers – now – even if her son was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
"He's your son too!" She screamed, "Why do you keep denying it?"
"Because..."A familiar voice began. It was struggling for control, struggling to be heard. "Because to him I'm just Vegeta's son." Trunk's face held a plastered hardened look as he continued to stare at Vegetto's right fist. It had flown so fast besides him, nearly causing wound to face...Yet missed on purpose to cause insult to injury.
He was clearly out of Vegetto's league. "No! No!" The boy shouted, pulling both hands to his face while shaking, "I'm not like them!" Trunks whipped his right hand out, a beam of light appearing in his hands. "I'm not like Gohan or Goten!"
"Trunks please..." Bulma breathed out, hoping that her voice would reach him. Please just calm down... While she wasn't exactly sure what her son was getting at. Bulma did know was that he was losing some inner battle and it was killing him. How strange...It's like she was experiencing Déjà vu, all over again.
"Enough!" He shouted towards her. His orbs displaying clear annoyance at his mother's constant interference. Her brow rose in surprise that he actually dared to raise his voice at her but at the same time, she took note of the ball of light forming within his hand. "I'm tired of being treated like a kid! I'm not someone who needs to be babied all the time!"
"Then stop acting like one." Vegetto's voice appeared, setting the boy off like a fire alarm. Trunks practically roared in fury declaring to be treated like an equal whilst finally taking hold of the ball of light. He could hear his mother's voice of concern in the background but he shook it aside. He was finally wide awake – finally given the chance at full strength to prove his worth.
He was in control, and he was going to win.
Trunks reeled his right hand towards Vegetto's stomach in victory. With this blow he would repair the damages that were left behind in his care.
"Acknowledge me dammit! Acknowledge me! FATHER!"
A hand flew to Bulma's mouth as she watched in voiceless horror as Trunk's ki blast connected into Vegetto's stomach. The entire area flooded with debris as she was pushed back with such great force landing on her behind with a heavy thud.
Bulma groaned, pushing aside the trembling feeling coursing through her body as she rose back on her feet. She could hear Trunk's heavy breathing through the dust that was beginning to subside. As his mother she wanted to direly help him but after hearing his echoing cries, Bulma had no choice but to surrender.
It seemed that she really had no place on this battlefield.
It was almost laughable. After all these years of adventures, Bulma had wanted to say that this was certainly her top pick for the most uncomfortable position she had ever been in. In fact the bluenette could only find comfort in grasping her hands together as she noticed that Vegetto was no where to be in sight, leaving her to once again deal with the aftermath.
Trunks however was uninterested with confining with her. His head shot up towards a figure in the air and Bulma need not to raise her head to know just who was hovering above them. After all, she had known the outcome of this battle the moment Vegetto joked with her. It was only a matter of time before Kami knows what would happen.
If only Trunks would realize this too, but he was stubborn, just like his father. Bulma sighed as she was forced to watch her son's eyes narrowing as a predator locking onto its prey. "I'm not like the others! I won't just back down!"
Trunks then shot up at Vegetto in a brilliant blur, throwing a flurry of punches and kicks, each motion easily side stepped in the air by a smiling Vegetto. Each movement continuously dodged. A game of cat and mouse.
Finally Vegetto caught Trunk's right leg effortlessly and pulled the boy right under his feet in the air. Trunk's growled and squirmed in frustration but Vegetto wasn't letting go any time soon. Trunk's sighed, forcing himself to just let it be. He stayed there in his Super Saiyan, loosely hanging from his father's grip. "Are you ever going to fight me seriously?" He questioned bitterly.
"Not with your mother watching." Vegetto replied, and Trunk's brows knitted together at the situation. He glanced down to see sure enough his mother freaking out below and grumbled.
"Fine." Trunks deadpanned. "Well finish this another time." With that the boy powered down. Vegetto seemed pleased with this and let the younger boy go. Trunks shut his eyes, breathing softly as he slowly drifted down. When the boy opened his eye's they were sharp, green, and focused.
During this bit of momentum Trunks had powered up as quickly as possible and moved his arms so swiftly in sync in such a way that would match his future self's technique when fighting against Frieza. A ki blast erupted from his hands and shot into the unsuspecting face of Vegetto. It was then that the boy felt a grin tug at the corner of his lips. For as the dust cleared the look of Vegetto's face displayed irritation with a small mark placed on his once untouched face. Trunks laughed proclaiming so loudly that he had managed to trick the great Vegetto.
It only took a few seconds for Trunk's to realize what a horrible mistake he made. For it was Vegetto's turn to pack the punch and when Vegetto powered up into his Super Saiyan form, Trunk's laugh quickly died. "Oh fuck." Trunks muttered, as he placed both arms up as to cover himself from uncertain death. He could hear his mother screaming for Vegetto to stop, something the lines of promises and what not. However Trunks could only grit, he should have taken the offer to let this silly fight go when he had the chance. Now, it was just too late.
When the blow came, it wasn't surprising to Trunks that every bone in his body felt like it was being torn in half. It didn't surprise him when the sight of crimson flew from his mouth into the air. For this, this was his punishment for pushing his father too far.
"TRUNKS!" Bulma screamed in terror whilst watching her son get ping-ponged into a crater below. Above Vegetto had already powered down, his hands dropping to his sides casually as if he had done nothing wrong.
When he lowered himself to her level. Bulma wasted no time to sprint up to him, hands balled, burning eyes hidden behind blue locks, before she delivered what she thought to be a well deserved slap. It hurt – hell it stung to no end, but it was the first time Bulma felt really empowered by fury in front of him. Although her inner threshold was shattering beneath her feet another one part of her fought to remain tall.
To think at first she was deprived of her husband but now her son was added into the bargain sale as well...All because of this man, this fucking bastard. He would pay, the dragonballs would make damn sure of it.
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Q&A:
If my writing comes off differently – I wanted to apologize, after all its been around 3 years since I've actually attempted to re-write something. My brains really fried with real life-crap and trying to graduate on time.
I was going to make this chapter continue, and not leave it where it is now – but It's been so long that I think if I kept putting it off I would never look back. So this is my chance to get back into it.
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P.S: I wanted to thank everyone who has been reviewing my story non-stop. I hope that this will ease you a bit. Looking forward to posting the next chapter! See you soon!