-1Can't Rain All The Time
Chapter 19
The Cold Truth
By
Bulma
Trunks watched over his Mother, letting her spill her tears until she cried herself to sleep. He gently dried her tears and tucked her in. He brushed a few stray strands of hair from her face and kissed her upon her brow. He looked upon her sleeping form with a half smile. "I love you Mom. Please don't give up. I'll make things right." It was a promise to her as his retreating form softly closed the door behind him and headed to where he sensed his Father's ki to have a little chat with him.
-GR!-
-Vegeta!-
He concentrated vigorously on the bots in his personal GR that Bulma had built for him. He punched harder at the bot; as if knowing he should have done the right thing, instead of throwing everything in her face was the solution. He didn't want to admit he was feeling guilty, but he felt it knowing on his conscience. He threw another punch at the moving bot, sending it into the wall with sparks flying and it making a dying whirling sound until silence. Vegeta had to stop and gaze at the dead bot. All he could do was stare at it. It was broken and he knew he would not have it fixed by Bulma.
Vegeta wondered if this was foreshadowing the relationship between him and Bulma. She probably had left by now. He shook his head to rid the thoughts that he felt were weak. "Stupid Woman and her backwatered planet!" he hissed, powering up and getting ready to begin his training all over again. She was plaguing his mind; her fear, the look of her eyes ready spill watery crystals, the way she felt so hurt by him. He wondered why he was regretting hurting her so and why he actually felt panic and angered when that ghost was after her.
"Vile Woman!" he screamed out, as he assaulted the other bots, taking out his frustrations. Why? Why was she affecting him so? "Foolish old man! Does she really get under your skin?" laughed a voice from a wall far from Vegeta. Vegeta turned around to look for the owner of the voice. "Up here." came the voice of Trunks as he jumped down in front of his Father. He didn't have his jacket anymore and his trademark sword was on his back.
He walked slowly to his Father; his expression was nothing short of pissed. "Out of my GR Br-" Vegeta was slammed into the wall by a punch in the face sent by Trunks. Vegeta felt the hard metal hit his back, creating a small crater and he fell to the GR floor. Vegeta spit the blood in his mouth and glared at his Son with pure hatred. Trunks continued to head towards his fallen Father. "Get up. We haven't even begun yet." he coldly stated. Vegeta stood up; continuing his glare on his son.
"You have a lot of nerve Brat. This is your only warning; do not cross me!" Vegeta took a fighting stance. Trunks glared darkly. "You bastard! Do you think your threats effect me in the least bit?! You can mess with me, but I will not let you mess with my Mother! She came to you for help and you threw that in her face! You have a debt to pay and you will keep your word!" Trunks yelled. He made another attempt to punch his Father, but Vegeta was ready this time. He blocked Trunks and kneed him in the stomach repeatedly, til' Trunks grabbed it and head butted him; sending them both back from each other.
"I'm going to make you regret messing with me tonight Brat!" Vegeta spat at Trunks. "Try it old man! But I'm going to knock some sense into your thick skull! You almost sent Bulma to her death and you almost put us all in jeopardy with O-Ren's trap! Don't you get it you fool?!" Trunks yelled. "Shut the hell up! I don't give a shit about that Woman and her backwatered planet! It's her problem, not mine!" Vegeta powered up and sent a ki at Trunks, whom deflected it. "You bastard! Don't you fool yourself! You do care!" "Shut up!" The battle ended quickly after that. Trunks and Vegeta exchanged no more words, but in their place fists of anger.
It did not take long for Trunks to beat down his Father to the ground and tower over him. Vegeta did not go down without a fight and tired his own son to his knees. Both glaring at the other, so much hatred and tension in the room, electrifying everything. Heavy breathing and dark looks in just this tiny room. "She asked you for help, why did you really turn her away?" Trunks demanded. "That is none of your business!" Vegeta snapped. Bodies may have been physically spent but both had enough strength to yell at the other.
"Your so petty! Half the time you wanted to cause her to yell at you because you found it amusing. Don't act all high and mighty!" Trunks spat. He read his Father's mind through the bond. "Stay out of this! Don't put your damn nose where it doesn't belong." Vegeta warned darkly. "What the hell are you going to do? Yell at me some more?! Go ahead, I'm more louder and more stubborn than you!" Vegeta looked away angrily like a pissed off, sulking cat. "Help her! Do something! You owe her that much at least!" Trunks demanded.
"why not you help her fat as if you going to whine so much about it?!" Vegeta pointed out. "I can't do it alone. I need the aid of our people and you are the only one to give that order. Help her, for fuck's sake Father, help me help her!" Trunks pleaded. "Why should I?!" Vegeta yelled. "BECAUSE SHE IS MY MOTHER AND I DON'T WANT HER LOSING HER HOME! WE BOTH KNOW WHAT THAT IS LIKE!" Trunks exploded at the stubbornness of his Father. There was a heavy silence. Trunks stood on aching knees and looked down at his Father. "Fuck you then!." He softly spoke and turned to leave.
"I'll have a meeting with my council. If they approve, then I'll see what I can do." Vegeta sat up and looked at the cold back of his Son. Trunks stood still at the door, not even bothering to look at his Father. "Do what you want old man. You don't even care." Trunks slammed the GR door behind him. Suddenly it seemed so cold and alone in the GR.
-Morning!-
The next morning Vegeta was called in a meeting with his council members. Trunks hadn't bothered to show up, so Vegeta would face this meeting alone. He sat ahead of his men and looked around. "To what do I owe this pleasure of this meeting Gentlemen?" Vegeta asked as soon as the door closed and it signaled for them to begin. "Prince Vegeta, have you…that is…had any previous relationships with any females in the past?" one of the council men asked. Vegeta raised an eyebrow in question. "I've had a few encounters in the past with a few concubines on Frieza's bases and ships. Nothing too serious." "Do you know of any offspring by these encounters that you sired?" another questioned. Vegeta felt his blood run cold and instantly the picture of Bulma and Trunks appeared in his mind. "No, not that I know of." he lied.
"Sire, our people grow restless. We need a King, not a Prince and since there is no heir to the throne, you can not be crowned King." another spoke. "What are you getting at?" Vegeta demanded, not at all liking where this was all going. "Sire, it's time you think about settling down. Our people need security that our Royal Blood Line will continue on." "Do you question my strength? I am Prince! I will not die! Isn't there some way for me to be crowned King without the useless Mate and stupid Brat?!" Vegeta demanded. He gazed at the group of grim faces that clearly indicated a "No."
Vegeta sat back in his chair. His hands gripping the arm rests and looked around certainly not pleased. "So yours minds are set, are they now?" "Sire, kit's the best for all of us." the head council men finally spoke. "We have the room of possible candidates for your future Mate all ready and waiting for you. After this meeting is adjourned; then we will go to them." "Then this meeting is over with. Lets get this over with so that I can get back to more important matters." Vegeta spat in suppressed anguish.
-Bulma!-
-Later In The Day!-
She had woken up late in her own bed. Last night events still fresh in her mind. She curled on her sides and wrapped the blankets around her frame as she stared at the glass balcony doors. The mid afternoon sun rays poured through the glass and carpeted floor. "Mom…Dad…I'm so, so sorry." she whispered to the serene room.
She timidly got up and swung her legs over the side of the bed and decided to get up. She couldn't save her home laying in a bed all day worried about it. She went over to the closet, grabbed the clothes she planned on wearing for today and headed over to the shower to get dressed and ready.
15 minutes later she exited out of the steamy bathroom, dressed and ready to meet the day. She exited her room and began to head to the kitchens to grab something to eat and find out where everyone was. She entered the kitchens to find Sanshi with Shimaru's arm draped around her, trying to console her. "Come on Sanshi, don't be sad. Please, it's not so bad." "What's going on?" Bulma asked concerned as she went to Sanshi's side. Sanshi lunged from Shimaru to Bulma, hugging onto her. "I-It's t-terrible!" she softly sobbed.
Bulma, who was beyond confused, gently wrapped her arms around the upset girl and looked to Shimaru for some advice. He could only shrug. "I found her here crying. Something happened to Vegeta. He's going to have to pick a Mate, otherwise he won't be crowned King. I don't' see what the big deal is." Shimaru sighed and rubbed Sanshi's back. Bulma looked down at the inconsolable girl. On the outside Bulma comforted the girl, inside her world felt like frozen ice. Vegeta would have to get Mated? Why did this disturb her son much? She hated Vegeta, didn't she? After he was so cold to her last night, she should be glad that was happening to him, right? Bulma felt this wave of sadness wash over her.
Bulma looked down at the girl. Why was she so upset by this? Why was she crying so hard? It made no sense to Bulma. "Here, Shimaru take her. I'm going to find Vegeta. And Sanshi, please don't be sad. I'll get to the bottom of this." Bulma soothingly reassured her.
Sanshi seemed to calm down after hearing this and returned to cling onto Shimaru once more. "Take care of her til' I get back." Bulma told him and she got up tot go find Vegeta. I did not take her long. She could hear his voice coming from down the hall. He wasn't yelling, but rather talking loudly. Bulma slinkier down the hallway and peered into the room. She saw a room full of gorgeous woman; Bulma had never seen such beautiful women before. They all stood in a line as Vegeta walked down them, stating what came to his mind.
The group of Advisors stood together to observe the Prince's tastes. Vegeta would stop by a couple or so girls and pull them out of the lines to look at them more closely, smirking, and making joke comments but yet flattering at the same time. OF course the women would blush and laugh. After he walked to the end he stood and looked at them all. The ones he pulled forward he took them, the rest he sent to leave. "I'll start with her tonight and work my way down. After all, I want to test drive them all before I pick one." He smirked devilishly.
Bulma covered her mouth and walked away. She shouldn't' have felt so hurt, so betrayed. The way he looked at these woman made her sick to her stomach. Could this be jealousy? Could she really start to love that self-centered prick? Bulma's mind may have been denying her, but her body would only slump to the bathroom floor, holding herself as more tears escaped her blue orbs.