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A Chance of a Lifetime – Chapter 26
-A Few Months Later-
She felt a sinking sensation in her chest as she looked at the little white object. The pink lines seemed to shout at her. She sighed, closing her eyes. She swallowed before opening them again, looking back down at the pregnancy test before throwing it into the trash. She got up off the side of the tub, splashing water on her face before leaning against the counter, staring at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were huge, her skin ashen as she rubbed the back of her neck. Pulling a hand through her hair, she balled it up at the base of her neck, leaning her forehead against the cool glass. She swallowed again. Dammit! Why did this have to happen to me! And now I have to act like this is a 'happy' occasion for the sake of Trunks. He would be crestfallen if I reveal how I truly feel. Trista sighed again, wiping excess water off her chin before opening the bathroom door. She turned the light off, sighing as she stepped back into her room. She came to a halt. Vegeta sat on her bed, studying her. Clenching her jaw, she narrowed her eyes, stalking to the door. He was in front of her before she could open it. He laid a hand on her arm, but she shook him off, walking to her bed and sitting down. She listened to the prince slowly make his way over.
"Woman-"
"Leave me alone, Vegeta," she stated, not looking at him. She turned on the bed, settling against the headboard with her legs crossed Indian style, studying the comforter.
She saw him out of the corner of her eye as he moved, a second later she heard a small scrape. She glanced over. He was holding the picture Trunks had given her for her birthday. She watched him set it back down, the necklace he had given her sitting in front of it. She had taken it off after their little...encounter a few months ago. She never put it back on.
He turned to look at her, but she didn't meet his gaze, studying the window on the opposite side of the room as he stood silent beside the bed. She bit out a curse as he sat down in front of her.
"I know what you were doing in there," Vegeta stated softly, watching her narrow her brows. She didn't say anything, just kept her gaze averted.
"What did it say?" he asked softly, watching as she slowly met his eyes.
"Why don't you go pull it out of the trash and find out, Vegeta!?" Trista said, a smirk appearing at the disgusted look that crossed his features.
She looked away from him, grabbing a pillow and hugging it to her, resting her chin on top of it. Trista narrowed her eyes as she studied the bed, not saying another word. The bed dipped as he moved closer to her.
"What did it say?" the prince asked again.
Trista pressed her lips together, stubbornly keeping quiet. Screw him! Why doesn't he leave! I have nothing to say to the bastard! She watched as he laied a hand on her knee.
She jumped up, throwing the pillow on the bed, leaving the room without looking back. She sighed with relief as she felt him move towards the other part of the house, topping the stairs leading to the roof, quickly stepping out and closing the door behind her. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Trista walked over to the chimney, leaning against it and folding her arms. She watched, down below, as Bulma and Goku walked through the garden below, conversing amongst one another. 'At least someone's happy' she thought, feeling tears rise. She quickly swallowed, tamping them down as she looked up, studying the sky. A sigh escaped her, looking at the stars that were just emerging. Trista watched a blanket of midnight blue slowly descend over the sky, the stars appearing, shining brightly with the moon. She finally sat, closing her eyes and laying her head in her hands. She thought about everything that's happened since she got here, when she opened her eyes to Goku and Vegeta standing over her, the former holding her. How scared she had been. She had thought she was going to die, then being kidnapped. The deal with Trunks, seeing her future self on video like that, the bullshit with the androids and cell. Now this! She ran a hand through her hair, ignoring her stomach growling, not moving from her spot as the night lengthened. She looked at the sky again, knowing it was getting later as a chill swept in. She watched, hours later, as the midnight sky slowly gave way to light, the first rays of the sun bright as she squinted, the light hitting her as the sun appeared, slowly ascending into the sky. Her stomach rumbled again, but she continued to ignore it. She watched the moon disappear, the sun's rays warming the chilly morning air as it burned off the fog blanketing the ground far below. Trista wrapped her arms around her legs, staring unseeing as the bright star rose in the sky, bathing her in orange and yellow light. She didn't notice the man sitting above her on the roof, studying her as she sat for hours, deep in thought.
She finally went back in, the growling in her stomach becoming persistent, the gnawing making her wince slightly. Trista sighed as she entered the kitchen, noticing Vegeta wasn't anywhere around. She sat at the table after making herself a plate, thankful for small favors. The prince walked in a few minutes later. Trista frowned, stabbing a sausage with her fork. God hates me! That's what it is! I can't get a break, can I!? She stood up as he sat opposite her, throwing most of her uneaten food in the trash before leaving. She didn't look back at him to notice the worry in his eyes. She slowly put her hair up as she walked downstairs, minutes later swinging the lab door open. She sat down at the desk that was now hers, and turned her computer on. Trista ignored the woman across the room, sending her searching looks. She didn't say a word, just booted her monitor up and started typing.
She was still down there, hours later, working on a project with Bulma for the military. Something or other that was supposed to help the men train better. Trista thought it was a waste of money and time, seeing as how most of the earth's defenders were stronger than anything the military could come up with. But she didn't say anything, actually was thankful for the work. Kept her mind off other things. Trunks joined her a little while later, stating boredom since Goku and Bulma went to go check on Gohan, the boy having been set up at a private school by the blue haired woman. She smiled at him, but didn't say anything. They worked in tandem for awhile, until he stated he was hungry.
"Then by all means, Trunks! Go eat!"
The young man stopped at the door, looking back at his mother. She didn't notice the searching gaze as she went back to work.
"Mom," Trunks said softly, watching the woman lift her head to look at him. She raised a brow in question.
"Aren't you going to eat?" he asked quietly, watching with a frown as she shook her head.
"Not hungry. But you go," she said, giving him her back.
Trunks stood there for a few minutes, listening to the clatter of tools and the clank of metal, before sighing and going through the door.
He had noticed his parents not...exactly getting along. He didn't know what was wrong, but it worried him. Seeing his mother refuse to eat, the broken look in her eyes she constantly tried to hide, the forced smile. It sent up a red flag big time, making him want to ring his father's neck! He walked into the kitchen, the man currently on his thoughts already sitting at the table, shoveling food into his mouth. Trunks noticed him look up, studying the door for a moment before looking over at him. He sent the stubborn man a glare. All the prince did was raise a brow.
Vegeta waited for him to sit down before speaking.
"What's the matter with you, boy?"
Trunks sent him a look, not saying anything as he begun to eat.
"Where's your mother? Is she coming up?"
"Nope," the young man said simply, not looking at the prince. A muscle jumped in Trunks' jaw as the man across from him spoke again.
"Why not?"
The prince narrowed his eyes as Trunks banged the table, glaring at him before getting up. He watched the boy put his plate in the sink, slowly turning towards him.
"As if you care," Trunks muttered, before leaving the older man sitting at the table, glaring at his back.
He went to the lab. She didn't look up as he entered, working on the small device on the table in total concentration. He leaned against the wall, studying her for a moment before he spoke.
"Why aren't you eating?"
Trista jumped as he spoke, looking over her shoulder at him before returning her gaze to her work. She didn't say anything.
Vegeta walked up to her, turning her around. He studied her, noticing the pallor of her skin.
"What's wrong?" he asked softly, watching her gaze slide away.
"Nothing," she stated, moving away from him. "Now leave me alone."
The prince clenched his jaw, narrowing his eyes.
"You're so damn stubborn, why would you neglect yourself? What about the baby?" His voice was quiet, his eyes searching.
She didn't look at him, just picked her tools up and began to put them away. She jerked her head around as he laid a hand on her stomach. She jumped back, smacking his hand away.
"Don't touch me," she said softly, watching his eyes widen slightly.
Vegeta didn't say anything for a few minutes, just studied her as she moved away from him, going around to the other side of the table. His hands balled into fists at his sides. He didn't look up as the lab doors opened, listening to Bulma talk on the phone for a moment before moving. He slowly followed Trista around the table, knowing she wouldn't make a scene in front of the blue haired scientist. No one really knew the dynamics of their relationship, and he was glad. He stopped inches from her, watching her grit her teeth. She was dying to tell him off, but didn't want her friend in their business, so she stayed silent. Vegeta took full advantage of this, slipping a hand in her lab coat, underneath her shirt. He felt her tense as he laid a hand over her stomach again, feeling the slight swelling there. He tried to meet her eyes, but she looked away, trying to ignore him and the touch of his skin against hers. She stepped back, shooting him a look after a moment as Bulma spoke to her. She turned thankfully towards the woman.
"Yes, I just have to finish the calibration, and tweak a few things before it's done," she smiled a little at her friend still holding the phone to her ear. "Don't worry Bulma. I have nothing else to do."
The woman thanked her, grabbing something from her own desk, and strode out without another word. The smile fell off Trista's face, and she barely glanced at Vegeta before taking her coat off and hanging it up. She ignored him as she left the lab, listening to him fall into step behind her. She paused outside her door, looking at him over her shoulder.
"What do you think you're doing?"
The prince didn't say anything, just narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms. Trista turned towards him, frowning.
"I don't want to see you right now Vegeta," she turned away, opening her door. "So just leave me alone."
She gritted her teeth, sighing when the damn man ignored her, stopping the door from closing and stepping in. He shut it behind him, watching her. She sighed again, laying on the bed with her back to him, closing her eyes. A minute later they popped open, narrowing in outrage as she felt him lay behind her, putting an arm around her. She looked down at his arm, grabbing it and flinging it off her. The man sighed behind her, pushing her back on the bed as he leaned over her. Trista glared at him as he studied her.
"When are you going to get over this little anger issue?" Vegeta asked quietly, watching her eyes widen in outrage.
"Anger issue! Gee! I don't know! What could I possibly have to be angry about?" she said sarcastically, biting off each word.
The prince was quiet for a moment. "You tell me," he said softly, feeling her push against him.
"Move!"
"No," Vegeta whispered, watching her clench her jaw.
"What!? Are you going to practically rape-"
"I never did that!" he snapped between clenched teeth, cutting her off.
She studied his face for a moment, her eyes roaming his features.
"I wasn't willing, though," she whispered, watching his face darken. "What do you call that, Vegeta?"
A muscle clenched in his jaw, his eyes meeting hers as he stayed silent. He suddenly swooped down and captured her lips, listening to her whimper slightly. She pushed on his shoulders, turning her head away.
"No," she said softly, listening to their breathing.
He stilled, his face inches from her neck, studying the pillow beneath her before closing his eyes. He leaned forward and kissed her neck, feeling her shudder as her hands slackened around his arms. She sighed a second time as he kissed her neck again.
"No," she protested halfheartedly, feeling him slip a hand in her pants.
She gasped as his fingers touched her underwear, keeping her eyes closed as he kept his lips on her neck, licking her skin as he moved his hand beneath her panties. She bit back a moan, feeling her body soften as he slowly rubbed her. A gasp escaped a moment later as desire shot through her, her legs widening involuntarily. She heard him move, his body settling between her legs and gently forcing them apart. Trista didn't look at him, keeping her eyes closed and her face averted. Vegeta buried his face in her neck, feeling her shudder again as he rubbed her. He took his hand out, grabbing her jeans and yanking them down. A soft moan escaped the woman underneath him, feeling her lift slightly as he tugged her underwear off. He grabbed her thighs, squeezing slightly before returning his attention to her center. She gasped in his ear, an arm coming up and encircling his neck. She wiggled beneath him, lifting her hips as he continued to rub her. Vegeta kissed her neck again, knowing she wouldn't let him kiss her mouth. She was too damn stubborn. Another shudder went through her as she moaned, writhing her hips. The prince groaned, knowing she was ready, and gritted his teeth. If he made love to her now, she would never speak to him again. He just wanted to show her what she's missing, keeping him from her bed. He suddenly lifted up, studying her flushed face for a moment before moving lower, kissing her stomach. He heard her gasp, lifting her head.
"What are you doing Vegeta?" Trista asked softly, watching him lay another kiss on her belly.
The prince didn't answer her, kissing her stomach again before moving lower. He heard her gasp, a hand clenching his shoulder.
"No-," she began, a cry escaping her a moment later, cutting her off.
She clenched the comforter beneath her, feeling Vegeta lick her again, making her jerk. A sob escaped and she lifted a hand to her mouth, a moan yearning to come out as he continued. She lifted her hips, feeling her stomach muscles clench. Vegeta didn't stop, just continued his assault as she cried out, arching her back and burying a hand in his hair. She settled back on the bed after a few moments, feeling him move back up. She slowly opened her eyes, feeling a flush rise as he looked down at her, licking his lips. Trista looked away from his searching gaze, feeling another shudder go through her as he moved to lay beside her. She didn't say anything, feeling the evidence of his arousal through his jeans. He didn't make a move to do anything about it though, just yanked the blanket down and pulled it over them. She furrowed her brows, staring at the wall in slight confusion that he wasn't trying to take advantage of her aroused state. She didn't want him to, of course, but it wasn't how he acted in the past. He just basically...took what he wanted. She didn't say anything as he put an arm around her waist, pulling her firmly against him, settling against her back in silence.
Trista bit her lip, feeling the heat coming off him. She was very aware of the arm around her waist, the strength surrounding her, coming off the man behind her. She sighed, closing her eyes, deciding to just leave things be for now. She could yell at him later, after she slept. She felt him tighten his hold before slipping off into sleep.
She woke up hours later, her eyes meeting a darkened room as she gasped, a moan escaping mere seconds later. She felt him between her legs again, his hands pushing her thighs apart. A sob escaped as desire coursed through her, her hands clenching the sheets. Her hips lifted, the feel of his mouth not moving from her as she shuddered. She moaned again, her eyes opening as he lifted up. She vaguely registered his naked chest before he plunged into her, tingling racing through her abdomen as he grabbed her waist and held her still, watching her as he made love to her. She arched her back, another sob escaping. She felt him slide an arm underneath her, kissing her stomach and moving up to her mouth. He captured her lips, not slowing his pace, feeling her shudder beneath him. They both moaned, Vegeta feeling her clench around him before he came as well, burying his face in her neck. They lay there, listening to each others breathing, before Trista spoke.
"Get up," she whispered, not moving for a moment as he did as she asked.
She finally sat up, pulling her clothes back on. She ignored his questions as she grabbed clothes out of the dresser, stuffing them in a bag. She finally spoke as she got to the door.
"If you wanted this room so bad," she said softly, not turning around. "You should have said so."
She walked out, ignoring his curses and the snarl that came from him as she closed the door. Trista heard him yank the door back open minutes later, as she quickly walked down the hall to the other part of the house. She listened with half an ear to his heavy footfalls, a little surprised when they reached her. She didn't turn however, just opened the door to an unoccupied room and flung her bag on the floor. She closed her eyes as he stepped into the open door, biting back a curse as he slammed it behind him. She glared at him over her shoulder, the damn man leaning against the door, studying her.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked harshly, crossing his arms.
Trista shot him a look, going into the bathroom and closing the door behind her. She ran a bath, sighing and sitting on the toilet as she waited for the tub to fill. She closed her eyes, running a hand through her hair before taking her clothes off. She gratefully stepped into the hot water, listening as Vegeta seemed to be making himself at home in her new bedroom. She clenched her jaw, a small shudder going through her as she thought about what happened earlier. If he was that caring all the way around, we wouldn't have such a hard time between us! He doesn't even think what he did was bad! What the fuck!? How can he look at me, knowing he had basically taken me against my will, and now I'm fucking pregnant! No thanks to him! The damn man just takes what he wants, and doesn't even take into consideration anyone else's feelings! Why do I even bother with him!? Trista sighed, lowering into the tub until her nose almost touched the water, letting out another sigh. She watched the bubbles form, sinking fully into the water a few minutes later. I hate men!
She watched, a few weeks later, as Bulma and Goku softly talked amongst themselves, strolling around the yard. She frowned as the man put an arm around her friends' shoulders. Bulma smiled up at him, putting an arm around his back. Now why can't mine and Vegeta's relationship be like that! Why do we have so much difficulty!? Why did I have to fall in love with the damn stubborn prince! She watched, not ashamed that she was a little bit jealous, as the couple strolled around the corner. She turned her head forward, a frown still marring her face. She closed her eyes, lifting her face to the sun as she leaned back in the lounge chair.
"Hey mom!"
Her eyes popped open as she looked over. She watched her older son come out of the house, striding quickly over. She knew something was wrong immediately by the look on his face. He had a frown crossing his features, his eyes worried. Trunks stopped at her side, studying her for a moment.
"Have you seen dad?" he asked quietly, his gaze roaming over the compound for a second before returning to her.
Trista pinched her lips together, crossing her arms.
"Nope," she stated, closing her eyes again.
"I'm worried mom," he whispered, watching her open her eyes again.
Trista sighed, sitting up. She patted the spot beside her. He sat, looking at the ground.
"He went to go train in the mountains, Trunks. Don't worry about it."
"Yeah but," the young man studied his mother for a moment, before clasping his hands together. "Wasn't that a few days ago? Shouldn't he be back by now?"
Trista grunted. "Obviously you don't know your father," she muttered, looking over at him. She sighed at the look on his face, closing her eyes.
"Fine," she said loudly, "I'll grab a jacket and help you go search for him." Trista stood, stalking towards the house.
"If you ask me," she muttered to herself. "Whatever bad happens, he deserves it."
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