Chapter. 5
A/N: FlashStepX here, I know it's short but bare with it. The world tournament is in a few months. Hope you enjoy it.
Goku was tittering towards running for the hills to standing tall before his Prince; it seemed to be the latter of the two. Only for one reason thou, it was a shame to admit it but...
Goku was scared to move. Vegeta's burning glare hidden behind a calm facade was more than enough to freeze the younger Saiyan in his place, the other occupants didn't chance a glance at that the seething Prince. Goku didn't know what to do, Vegeta's heating stare burned through his eye socks, daring him to mess up.
"But... Vegeta, you have so much. More than even you can eat." Goku said in a hush, but it was heard loud and clear, as Vegeta's calm mask cracked slightly. Making some of his Ki spike, before a threatening growl ripped out of the Prince's throat as those ebony colored eyes flickered with hidden anger that was ticking slowly into rage. Tein, Yamacha, Krillin, and everybody else cringed back, Chichi bit her nails as she watched the show down between the most powerful beings, if she didn't stop this, Bulma's medical compound would be nothing but rumble. Which wouldn't look every good on her at all; quickly raising herself up from the chair she reached out and grasped Goku by the shoulders with a nervous expression.
"I-I think it's time we leave, Goten's birthday is in two more days and we haven't gotten all his little friends gathered up and on the list. Besides I can cook up food then, if you guys are hungry." Gohan, picking up the distraction, he also raise from his seat to help guide his father away from the explosion that is bound to happen. Goten perked up as he came running out from under Piccolo's cape latching onto Gohan's arm, laughing away.
"B-But Chichi whats the point of leaving when there is already food here." Goku said hotly, his chocolate eyes turning to the Prince, who stared at him with unrestrained anger. Vegeta couldn't believe this idiot; he wanted to eat his food when his wife was offering to cook for him. Something inside of him snapped, it was like hot lava was twisting violently in every vein in his body.
Nobody saw it coming, no one but Bulma who couldn't move a muscle under the intense pressure that was emanating from her husband. The air inside the room plummeted and became denser as Vegeta's eyes flickered from dark ebony to harsh crimson that pierced everybody to the core. Goku felt fear stabbing his heart as he stared into the eyes of his friend; Vegeta wasn't in bed no more, more like he was standing right in front of the younger male. Goku started to react before the crushing weight of a fist landed itself in his abdomen making the Saiyan cough up blood before he hit the wall behind him. Before anybody could move the pressure disappeared as Vegeta backed up, Goku lifted his head sluggishly as he stared at the Prince with slight horror as Vegeta's eyes melted into those same dark orbs. His face was blank before a small smirk cracked at the corners of his mouth as he shook his head in amusement.
"Funny for some reason, you aren't even worth fighting? But I warn you, think about touching my food again and coughing up blood won't be the only thing you should be worried about." Goku felt his heart stop, Vegeta's energy felt off. Chocolate brown eyes shrunk in size as he slowly picked himself up, his eyes scanned his friend who had turned his back on him in favour of walking back to the hospital bed, while this was going on Piccolo observed his friend's strange behaviour. It wasn't like Goku to become frighten easily, but the younger Saiyan was displaying it like a painting. Something was wrong. Turning sharply to stare at Vegeta who was leaning on one knee onto the bed, Piccolo felt his throat choke up as he sensed large amount of Ki coiling deep inside the Prince's veins before that too vanished, leaving his normal flow of Ki.
"I want you out of my room, all of you." Vegeta growled, Goku nodded shakily as he grabbed Chichi by the shoulders which alerted Gohan and Goten, they were gone before Vegeta turned around. His eyes landed on Piccolo who stared at him with wonder, the Prince lifted up his hand with a menacing glare as he address to the others in the room that hadn't moved yet.
"I hate repeating myself." Slowly a small ball of light blue Ki had formed in his open palm as he looked to the side, his eyes landing on his wife. She was staring at him with a glare of her own, her foot taping on the tile floor hard making an annoying clicking noise.
"If you so much as dent the wall, you're cooking your own food for a week." Bulma gritted out, Yamacha felt his chest swell with pride at the threat but it was immediately crushed when Vegeta through his head back and laughed.
"That's fine with me." Vegeta turned his attention back at his so called guest to find only Piccolo and Dende present. Great, absorbing the Ki blast that was intended to be thrown, Vegeta let his hand rest in at his side.
"So what do you guys want?" Piccolo stared at the Prince with a steady gaze before he grunted and turned sharply letting his cape flutter behind him; Dende grasped his hands together before looking up with a nervous smile.
"It's good to see you in great health once again." Vegeta raise a brow, not one to say thank you he nodded his understanding before Dende bounced on his heels and trailed behind Piccolo as they too left as the door clicked closed.
"You know Vegeta; you didn't have to be such an ass to Goku!" Bulma immediately said with less anger in her voice than she attended as she stood from her seat with ease, she walked over to where the Prince sat.
"He just wanted some of your food, you never refused him before? Is there something wrong?" Vegeta turned softened eyes on her, before they hardened slightly at the mentioning of Kakarrot touching his food; it was enough to send a small burst of rage rolling through his veins. And unknown to him, his eyes flashed to crimson making Bulma flinch back before he snapped out of it to stare in blown iris.
"I'm sorry, no, there's nothing wrong." Behind his parents, Trunks stared at his father with a frown as he took in the crimson colored eyes before they disappeared. Could his father always do that?
Ebony eyes scanned over the person's left arm with a scowl, Bulma bit her lip as tears sprang behind her eyes as she too looked down at her arm that was in the hands of her husband's.
"Does it hurt, when I touch it?" Vegeta mumbled as he turned her arm softly making her scream in pain, he stopped the action immediately as he looked up into her eyes.
"It's broken, I told you that's dangerous. You never listen." Vegeta whispered as he reached behind her to reach for a piece of cloth on one of her many lab tables, they were sitting on the concrete ground of her laboratory. Just minutes before, she was balancing on a ladder trying to fix one small thing on Vegeta's space ship when she reached out to far and lose balance. She ended up falling and smacking her arm hard on the side of one of her metal tables, the noise and her screaming was what brought a frantic Vegeta running towards her.
"Oh ha-ha, you know before you said anything I was using my own body strength to get up there. After you left I went to get the ladder like you asked. But look where that got me." Bulma whined as Vegeta balanced on his heels like a-a... A monkey. Ironic, just need the tail and everything would be set. Vegeta leaned backwards with a large piece of cloth in his gloved hands, slipping her arm into the soft cloth gently he made a make shift sling.
"That should do it; we need to get help now." Bulma pouted as she leaned forwards to sling her good arm around his neck while she felt his arms wrap securely around her as he lifted her bridal style, turning her head slightly right she watched his muscles bulge as he walked up the stairs with a grim face.
"Vegeta, don't look like that, I'm fine." His eyes cast a quick glance at her before he looked straight ahead, but what kept her mouth glued shut was the fierce intensity of Azure colored eyes that had stared into her soul before they retreated. His eyes? Bulma leaned forward and reached her right hand out and grabbed his chin, turning it to make him face her, she was met with confused ebony orbs. Quirking a brow she let go, did she imagine it?
"Mom!" Bulma turned away from what she was reading to look across the threshold to stare into blue orbs, her eyes, and the one thing that he had inherited from her besides his intelligence. Trunks stood there with his hand on the knob. He looked at her with a mixer between scared to confused, as he let go of the door knob to enter her room.
"Whats wrong, sweetie?" Bulma said as she began to rise from her's and Vegeta's bed, she was still in her pajamas while her hair was up in a messy bun with chop sticks stick through to hold it in place, she walked closer to her son. Since it was early in the morning, she guessed that Vegeta was training since she woke up to the norm. He was back to being Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyan's. So she relaxed back into bed to read for awhile since she still had a broken arm, oh well it was quite while it lasted.
"Dad." She was out her own bedroom door before she could knowledge it, Trunks right on her heels as she walked quickly down the dark hallway. Rounding the corner she was struck with a smell like no other, her stomach growled making her realise she had been without food for over a few hours. Turning to look at her son, Trunks didn't look faze by the smell like she thought he would be. Moving silently towards the living room, they were stopped when a beautiful sound met their ears. Humming?
"Trunks, where exactly is your father?" The demi-Saiyan turned his head slightly away from her before he pointed his thumb in the direction of the kitchen. He walked away without another word, leaving her to stand in the living room. She didn't think her brow could go any further upwards than they already were, taking her son's word or in this case gesture, she walked into the kitchen.
Now she might have been dreaming for this simply wasn't real, how could it be? The kitchen light was illuminating the counters that were being occupied with varieties of different sized bowls. A figure stood in the centre, his right hand skillfully flipping pancakes that were on the skillet like they knew how to for years. One bowl that was on his left side was half way full of pancake batter, while by the skillet a platter that was silver in tint held several cooked pancakes. Bulma's eye lashes fluttered as she gazed at her husband's muscular back as he shifted over to the other bowls that were all bunched together; she looked closer and saw the thin steam that came from them. He made more than pancakes?
"Oh, look who decided to come down stairs." She snapped her head upwards to be startled as her gaze rested on gorgeous eyes she had ever seen. They were the lightest shade of blue that they were almost white, like ice with a light layer of snow on top. Vegeta stood there with a white t-shirt that has the capsule corp symbol resting just above his right pectoral. His training shorts rumbled at the edges like he had been training and were also stained with pancake batter, his face was softened considerably that made him look like he was twenty again, he was smiling at her.
Her heart felt like melting, her eyes roamed over the other changes and found that his hair wasn't combed as neatly as it should have been. A single piece of hair that looked like the starting of his fringe was dangling in the middle of his forehead, he looked handsome. A giggle passed her lips as she spotted pancake batter on his cheek and a little bit on his nose, his face light up even wider at her happy facade.
"So, Vegeta? Whats the occasion, pancakes, I don't remember teaching you how to cook those?" Bulma teased as she looked away from the overly happy Prince, as nice as it was to have him like this, it also had a creepy feeling. His eyes? So she wasn't imagining it before, his eyes do change color, but how?
"Trunks, why don't you go grab him so we can eat; I'm almost done cooking the rest." She nodded quickly, slightly confused and a little worried with the attitude change. She moved out of the kitchen and in the direction of the lab where Trunks was heading to when she last left him. Opening the door, she descended the stairs with ease as she hit the bottom that was a lined with tile. Trunks stood there by one of her projects, his hands smeared with grease from working on it, his handsome face was turned into a grim expression as he moved his wrench in a slightly awkward direction before a beautiful smile spread across his face.
"There, I think that's going to do the trick." Bulma folded her arms across her chest with pride, before Trunks grabbed the grease cloth and cleaned up. He turned to her with a thoughtful look.
"Do you think the personality and eye color changes are because of the seizure? It's been bugging me... I just thought..."Bulma sighed as she unfolded her arms before walking closer to her son.
"It might, but that can't be for sure." Trunks nodded as he put the cloth down onto the many tables, turning he stared into her eyes with a fading emotion that didn't sit well with her but she didn't push it.
"He wants us to eat together, so let's not keep him waiting." Trunks brow rise before he shrugged and chuckled out.
"I guess not."
They exited the lab, closing the door with a resounding click that echoed softly through the dark halls to become shell shocked at what they heard; the voice was smooth and husky with sexiness that struck a core to both mother and son as they raced to the kitchen to see Vegeta walking around the table, setting it up.
Singing.
(Impossible male version Shontelle)
"I remember years ago. Someone told me I should take, caution. When it comes to love. I did I did." Vegeta placed a plate down onto the table with gentleness like no other as he side stepped side ways to resume placing things in the right order.
"And you were strong and I was not. My illusions, my mistake I was careless, I forgot. I did." Bulma turned her head sharply to the side like she just gotten slapped, Trunks shivered.
"And now when all is done there is nothing to say. You have gone and so effortlessly. You have won. You can go ahead and tell them. Tell them all I know now. Shout it from the roof tops. Write it on the sky love. All we had is gone, now. Tell them I was happy. And my heart is broken. All my scars are open. Tell them what I hoped would be Impossible, Impossible, Impossible, Impossible."
She felt her knee's become wobbly, this was Vegeta. Her Vegeta, but his voice didn't sound the same. No it was magical and beautiful. Vegeta had done setting the table and had now taken notice to his family; he greeted them with a smile.
"Let's eat, shall we?"
They both nodded dumbly. What a day.
Bulma walked slowly to her and Vegeta's bedroom with a tired expression, she wanted answers. Vegeta, after breakfast this morning did a complete three- sixty reverting back to normal and as much as they tried to make him open up, he snapped and said that they were annoying him. She sighed, he didn't remember a thing. Clasping the door knob, she twisted it open to find Vegeta on the bed sleeping with a book clenched in his hands. She raised a thin blue brow before walking over to grab it, turning it to read the title.
"The Mind and its Tricks."Bulma cast a worried look at her Saiyan before she flipped the page she saw was book marked. Skimming her eyes on a certain page that had been highlighted, her stomach knotted with uneasiness.
"When the mind begins to project human images into your vision, it means that something with this person has to do with something from your past." She shut the book quickly, looking down at hersleeping husband with concern. What was going on?
