Chapter 3: Plan
'I can still feel his hands on my body. His dirty hands all over my bleeding body. God, I can still feel his knife breaking my skin and being covered in my blood. I can still hear myself trying to scream through his hand. It hurt when he put his penis inside me and my walls felt like they were being ripped apart from his rough treatment. He ripped off my clothes and did horrible things. If Vegeta ever found out, he would kill me. I was weak and let another man touch me. And the sad thing is, I can't even cry anymore. I want to be stronger, if not for myself for my family.'
Bulma wrote in her diary. She tucked it away in her pillow case as she stood up with a sigh. Maybe she should tell her mate but what would he think? He would hate her and that would sting more than the feeling of her skin being cut open. Vegeta was her everything. Slowly, she walked out the room and outside. In her red long sleeve and yoga pants, she stood in the snow silently. This had been the first time since the incident that she had been outside. A soft sigh escaped her mouth, her breath floating up in the air slowly. Snow was still falling but slowly. The images flashed in her head. She could see her blood sinking into the snow. It was depressing really. But as she looked at the GR, she decided on something right then and there. She would become stronger. No one was going to do that to her again.
Bulma rushed into her lab quickly. Drawing out the plans for the BR, she set out to work. It would be equipped with everything she would need. And as crazy as it sounded, she was ready to be beaten down if only to pick herself up. Yes, she needed this. If Vegeta got to hide away in the GR, than Bulma could hide out in her BR. When she got a little stronger she would start running the company again. Till then she was about to be put through the worst workout of her life.
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Vegeta walked out the GR to see a globe like structure across from his GR. It was the same size and color. Frowning his brows in curiosity, he walked over to the structure only to be blocked. There was strong, thick glass that was meant to keep everyone away. He wondered what was going on. Lifting up off the ground he looked down at the globe only there were no windows to see into. Sighing with a shrug, he landed on the ground and headed into the house. A new science project Bulma was probably working on.
Bulma started off light with a nice warm up before bumping up the intensity level. Instead of gravity it was intensity from the weather. There was snow on the ground, so it was freezing cold in the room. Robots she had built started coming at her at a level 2 pace. She had built them with weapons to harm her but she would learn to block them in time. Bulma blocked and learned the moves but mostly blocked. It was a lot harder than she thought but she needed this. When a bot came out and stabbed her in the shoulder, she hissed before blocking the next knife. She didn't remove the knife in case it was in a major vein. She continued to block the knives until the timer went out. Many cuts and small incisions littered her back and arms but she was proud. As her breathing leveled out, she headed to the healing tank. It couldn't heal the scars already there and she didn't want it too. They were a reminder of why she would have to do this every day. She turned on some ocean waves with the piano in the background and let the melody flow through her before going on about getting prepared to get in the tank. Stripping, she entered into the tank with the oxygen mask on her face. It would be awhile, so she settled in for a nap.
Vegeta sat in the kitchen with his mate's parents and his son. Where was she? He couldn't feel her ki anywhere. It was like she had vanished. But his instincts told him she was near. Standing up, he patted his brat's head before heading outside once more. He wanted to know what was going on with his mate but he knew it must have been something serious if she went to the lengths she did to avoid him. It stung a little that she didn't trust him enough to tell him what was bugging her. Maybe she figured he didn't want to hear about her problems. But that was it. She hadn't told anyone her problems. Wait what was that thing she always wrote in? It was book that held a bunch of flowers. He had seen it once before. Maybe if he read it he would find out what was wrong with her. Heading into the house, he walked up the stairs and into their bedroom.
Feeling on the pillows, he waited till he felt something hard. He pulled it out of the suitcase and opened the book. Her name and his name were drawn in a big heart. He smiled a little her childishness. Flipping it to the back of the book, he figured it might tell him what was wrong with her now not in the past. What he read broke his heart, had him on edge, and the need to kill whoever did it to her. Why didn't she tell him? She thought he would hate her and kill her? How could he? She didn't ask for whatever happened. That explained why she didn't hug or kiss him anymore. Why she didn't want to have sex or why she just completely avoided him. She was trying to be strong for him. Closing the book, he tucked back into the pillow and looked out the window. So that was what she was doing. Trying to better herself. He didn't mind that she wanted to be stronger but what was it going to cost for her to get there? He would hope for the best and give her space.
Bulma thought hard on the things that had happened and figured she shouldn't take it out on Vegeta. He hadn't done anything to her. No matter how much she wanted to roll up in a ball, he deserved to at least be talked too. She would try not to cry when he looked at her but who knows what would happen. As her eyes opened, the tank shut off and opened. Slowly, she climbed out of it and wrapped a towel around herself. Quickly getting dressed, she headed out the BR and typed the code to get out the glass. She was greeted to her mate standing there looking at her thoughtfully. She sighed mentally and smiled a small smile at him. He raised a brow at her but didn't say anything. Mentally, Bulma was proud of herself. She hadn't even teared up. With that thought in mind, she headed toward the house without so much as a passing glance.
She walked into the kitchen to see a plate with her name on the microwave. Smiling to herself, she warmed up her food and sat at the table. Downing it quickly, she put her plate in the sink. Now she knew how Vegeta felt after all his training. She turned and headed to her son's room. He was sitting on the bed looking at his book.
"Hey Trunks." She spoke softly before sitting on his bed.
"Hey momma. Are you still mad at me?" He asked innocently.
Bulma frowned. "Why would I be mad at you?" She asked.
"Because you didn't want to see me. I thought I did something bad." He said softly.
Bulma picked up her seven year old and held him to her chest. "I wasn't mad at you. I was having a really hard time but I think it's over now." She said mostly to herself.