Wishes from the Heart – Chapter 16
A few days later, Trista finally caught Bulma in her lab. She was thankfully alone. She really didn't know how to broach the subject of them acting weird around her. Was it because she was human? That didn't make any sense! They had aliens with weird skin, and other freaky looking humans running around! They even had dog's driving friggin cars! It couldn't be because she was human. Was it because she was born here!? Did Bulma know who she really was? There was only one way to find out. She was gonna confront the brassy woman about it!
"Bulma, can I talk to you for a moment?"
She watched as Bulma looked up from the computer monitor. The woman frowned. Well! Too damn bad! "What is it? I really need to get this data entered in by tomorrow for the preliminary showing of my new scanner."
"I wanted to know, why do you all keep acting weird around me?"
Bulma didn't look up, but Trista saw her cheeks flush a little.
"I don't know what you're talking about?" she mumbled.
"Yes you do! Don't play dumb with me! I know better by now!"
Bulma jerked her head up, a small smile on her lips. "You do don't you," she said softly. Trista looked at her in confusion.
A frustrated growl blew past Trista's lips. "Tell me. Now!"
Bulma studied her for a moment, before getting up and closing the door.
She hesitated, sitting back down in front of the computer. "Your sister already told you about your parents, right?"
"Yes! Which is insane by the way! How the hell did they just "find" me? And if I was born here, shouldn't I have family members or something?"
Bulma chewed on her bottom lip for a moment.
"I wish you would go talk to your sister some more," the woman stated softly.
Trista crossed her arms and glared at her. "Well, I'm talking to you! And I want some answers before I go back home!"
"But you are home."
"This isn't my home! And it never will be!"
Bulma stared at her, eyes wide.
"Look. I might have been born here, but I was raised on earth! My earth! My version of earth! God, that sounds weird! But I can't stay here!"
"Why not?" Bulma asked softly.
"Because...because...I just can't okay! I don't feel comfortable staying here as long as I have anyways. I was thinking the other day I needed to get back home, and I was hoping you could help me."
"Well, you need to go talk to your sister first before making a decision. I haven't got the time to try to figure out the loop hole right now. Maybe next week, Okay!"
Trista sighed. "I can't talk to my sister anyway. She left a couple days ago." She watched Bulma shake her head.
"She's back. I saw her this morning over coffee." Her gaze studied Trista's. "She really wants to see you."
Trista sighed again in frustration. "Fine," she snapped, turning and walking out the door.
Bulma sat looking at her screen for a few minutes.
"I'm sorry," she softly said.
She looked over as Goku came out of the back room. Her eyes widened at his expression. She studied the muscle in his cheek clenching. Goku's eyes were hard.
"It's not your fault." He said through clenched teeth.
"I tried to convince her to stay longer. Let's just hope it works." She studied her friend for a moment. "Maybe she'll change her mind," she said softly.
There was silence for a few minutes. "Maybe," Goku said, clearly not believing it, before strolling out and slamming the door.
Bulma rested her head in her hands, sighing. "What a mess."
"You need to tell me everything! Now!"
Trista watched her sister study her, holding the door open. After a few moments she moved, allowing her access. Trista walked across the threshold, crossing her arms and waiting for her sister to speak. She looked over. Breanna was still clenching the door knob, even though the door was already shut. She seemed to be hesitating.
"I was afraid you wouldn't let it go," her sister stated, studying the floor.
"Of course I wouldn't let it go. It's my life!"
Her sister finally lifted her gaze, staring at her for a moment before sitting down on the couch. She fidgeted, obviously not comfortable with the truth. Trista went and sat down opposite her, on one of the chairs caddy corner to the television. She waited.
"I'm sorry for the way I treated you back home," her sister said abruptly. She looked at her in surprise. What the hell!
"You sure didn't seem like it when you were doing it! You treated me like a slave!"
She saw Breanna wince, then sigh. "Mom and dad had asked me to make sure you were taken care of. Um...I really didn't know how to tell you all the stuff I knew, so I tried to keep you at a distance."
Trista frowned at her bent head. "It would have been a lot easier than finding out about it after stepping into another universe!"
Breanna's head whipped up. "I know," she said quickly, " I was gonna tell you, eventually. I just..."
A frustrated look passed over her face. "How the hell do you tell your sister she's adopted, then in the next breath, Hey you're from an alien planet! You're not really my sister! Your just a baby we found from another dimension!?" Breanna looked at her, frowning.
"How the hell am I supposed to say something like that!?"
Trista felt her lips twitch. "You just did," she stated softly. Breanna stared at her for a moment, before they both started giggling.
"I'm sorry."
"I know."
"No! I'm really sorry! I should have went ahead and told you, even if you thought I was a basket case!"
Trista looked out the window for a moment, then looked back to Breanna. "You know. To tell you the truth, I think I would have been blind-sided from this," she gestured outside, "no matter how much you informed me."
Breanna smiled. "True."
"So," Trista said abruptly, sitting back in the chair, "What else can you tell me about my secret life?"
Bulma looked up as Trista walked through the door. She glanced at her watch. 12:45 a.m. She gazed at her, curious, as Trista walked through the living room.
"So.." Trista stopped. "How was your visit to your sister?"
She watched Trista half turn towards her, looking at her for a moment before glancing at the floor.
"Fine," she mumbled, looking off to her right, away from Bulma.
"Did you find out what you wanted to know?" She watched as Trista nodded, then turned to go to her room. She raised an eyebrow when the girl stopped abruptly.
"Have you seen Goku today?"
Bulma hesitated before shaking her head. Trista didn't seem to notice. "Why?" she asked curiously.
Trista was silent for a moment. "No reason," she finally said, her voice soft.
She turned and went through the doorway, not saying another word.
What did her sister tell her!?
Trista felt someone smooth her hair back from her face. Her brows furrowed a little. Why am I dreaming of someone doing that? She sighed, falling back to sleep. She felt another touch, this time it was lips on her jaw. She cracked her eyes open. Goku sat beside her on her bed, his feet resting on the floor, gazing down at her. It wasn't yet light out. She glanced at her clock. 5 a.m. She groaned and pulled the cover up a little more. Goku gently pulled it back down. She opened her eyes again, scowling at him.
"Dammit Goku! I haven't gotten that much sleep! Leave me alone," she said softly, trying to jerk the cover back to her chin. She felt him slid a hand under the blanket, resting it on her hip. She burrowed deeper, hoping he would give up so she could go to sleep again. No such luck.
"Goku!" she softly protested. He slowly moved his hand from her behind, gently resting it on her thigh. "I'm in no mood for hanky panky!" She closed her eyes again.
After a few moments, she noticed he wasn't saying anything back. She opened her eyes to study him. His face had a chalky white hue to it. She gasped, her eyes widening. She quickly sat up.
"What's wrong!? It's not Bulma, is it!? Oh, My God! It's not Gohan! Please tell me it's not your little boy!"
She saw him slowly shake his head. She scooted closer. "What's wrong?" she asked softly.
She gasped as he grabbed her, settling her on his lap before she could utter a protest. He buried his head in her neck. She heard him as he took a deep breath.
"Don't leave me," he whispered, not lifting his head.
"Goku," she protested softly. His arms tightened around her. "Please," he whispered.
Trista gulped, closing her eyes. I knew this would happen! I knew he would do this if we hooked up!
"Goku," Trista explained, "I don't belong here. I need to go back home."
He didn't say anything for a few minutes. He finally lifted his head, studying her face.
"You are home."
"No," she said slowly, "I'm not. My home is earth. The other earth. Well, My earth." She furrowed her brows. "This is getting confusing!" she whispered.
"So," Goku whispered, "You won't stay here?" Trista shook her head. They looked at each other as silence fell between them.
"Not even for me," he whispered.
Trista closed her eyes. "Goku," she began.
He abruptly stood up, practically dumping her onto the bed. He walked away for a moment, running a hand through his hair, before turning back. She felt him study her in the dark morning light. "So, that's it!" he asked harshly.
Trista closed her eyes again, resting her head in her hand, willing herself not to cry. Please forgive me Goku. She nodded. Nobody said anything for a couple minutes. She looked up.
He was gone.
Bulma wrung her hands. How the hell am I gonna convince her to stay! She glanced down the hall, listening as Trista moved around in her room. She packing right now and your not doing nothing about it. Repeat! You're not stopping her!
"What the hell am I going to do?" she whispered.
"Talking to yourself?"
Bulma looked up, noticing Vegeta leaning against the doorway.
"I don't have time Vegeta! I'm trying to figure out a way to stop Trista from leaving."
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Just tell the woman Kakkarot loves her."
Bulma stared at him. "Why didn't I think of that!?"
Vegeta smirked.
"Trista, can I talk to you for a moment?" Bulma nudged the door open. She saw Trista sitting on the bed, a small bag resting beside her, fidgeting with one of the straps. She seemed to be deep in thought.
"Are you still leaving?"
Her hopes sank when she saw the girl nod. Damn it! She slowly sat down beside her friend.
Bulma hesitated a moment. "Aren't you going to wait for everyone to get here to say goodbye?" she asked gently.
Trista's brows furrowed. She shrugged. "Thought everyone already said their goodbye's?" she said, her voice low.
Goku! Where are you! "Well," Bulma said slowly, "Goku hasn't-"
"Goku's not going to show up. Believe me." Trista stated, still gazing down at the floor.
"He will!" she protested. "He loves-"
"Don't say it," Trista demanded softly. A bitter laugh escaped her. "Don't lie to me okay?"
Bulma nodded, feeling tears well up. "I wish you would stay."
Trista finally looked up at her. Her face was blank. "I don't belong here. You know that." She stood up, ignoring Bulma's stare. "I'll hopefully see you around, Okay?" she said softly, before walking out.
Bulma banged a fist on the bed. "Damn it, Goku! Where are you!"