Wishes from the Heart – Chapter 27
Goku laid a hand on the prince's shoulder. He felt the muscles bunch and jump underneath his hand.
"I'm not going to kill you if that's what you're waiting for. Like I said, you did what you had to do. It might have been me delivering the final blow in the end."
He watched Vegeta turn slightly towards him.
"It would have killed me too," he confessed, watching the tortured eyes in front of him fill for a moment before Vegeta snarled, jerking his head away.
"But it wasn't you," the prince turned back, in control again. "It wasn't you that had to look into her eyes and know that you're killing one of your own, a good saiyan, a female saiyan."
Goku was quiet for a moment. "It could have been. And it would have been a lot harder on me than you Vegeta."
Vegeta barely nodded, acknowledging Goku and Trista's relationship for what it was, or used to be.
"Do you think that's why she chose me to do it and not you?" Vegeta questioned quietly.
Goku studied him, his eyes narrowed in thought. "She probably wanted her prince to do it. She knew I probably wouldn't have, so she wanted you to give the final blow. Trista probably figured you would respect her wishes in the end."
"That's why I'm telling you now, I forgive you. You did what you had to do. I don't think Trista would want it any other way," he said softly.
Goku closed his eyes, a sigh escaping. "But," he began, opening his eyes again and focusing on the man in front of him. "If you want a fight, so be it."
Vegeta stared at him for a moment. "What?"
Goku lowered, getting into fighting stance. "I have a lot of pent up rage Vegeta," he confessed, watching the prince's eyes narrow. "And if you want to fight it out, so be it!"
The prince studied him for a moment, before a small smirk appeared. "I knew it. You're not always sunshine and rainbows."
Goku smirked right back. "Duh!"
They launched themselves at each other. The echo of sonic blasts reverberated across the desert.
Breanna looked down at her sister.
She knew she wasn't coming back this time. The gaping hole in her chest gave credence to that. Breanna let out a shaky breath, but she didn't cry. She didn't have any more tears left.
Her hand slid up under Trista's, squeezing slightly. She listened as Bulma talked on the phone behind her, making arrangements for them to secretly cart her sister's body home. Her eyes slid shut. A lone tear trailed down her cheek.
I should have taken you home the minute you and Goku popped into my apartment! But I wanted you both to work so much! You deserved so much happiness!
She couldn't help it. A sob escaped her. Breanna quickly swiped the tears away, willing herself to stop. It was no use crying. It wouldn't change anything. She closed her eyes again, laying her hand on Trista's arm.
Her eyes popped open a moment later, turning as the door to the lab opened. The man who loved her sister stepped thru. Goku. Her eyes widened at the state of his clothes. They were in tatters. She opened her mouth, but Bulma beat her to it.
"What happened to you!?" Bulma screeched. She ran over to him, looking at the cuts and abrasions on his arms and legs.
A small, sad smile appeared. Breanna blinked. That's the first he's smiled in weeks.
"Me and Vegeta came to a truce," he stated.
She heard Bulma gasp at the mention of her husband. "Is he...Is he coming back?" she asked in a small voice.
"I'm here," Vegeta said softly, stepping through the door behind Goku.
Breanna heard Bulma screech a little before throwing her arms around him and hugging him furiously. Vegeta chuckled a little, wrapping his own arms around her. Bulma leaned back a moment later, and walloped him on the cheek.
"What was that for!?" Vegeta demanded.
Bulma settled her hands on her hips, still wrapped in Vegeta's arms. Breanna didn't know exactly how she did that. The woman poked him in the chest.
"That's for scaring the bejesus out of me and disappearing!"
She opened her mouth to say more, but Vegeta cut her off, swooping down and settling his lips on hers. Breanna blushed, hearing Bulma's moan all the way across the room. She turned back.
She bit back a scream.
Green eyes stared up at her. Trista slowly put a finger to her lips. Breanna looked at her chest. The hole was gone. Trista closed her eyes again, seeming to sleep. She gripped her hand a moment later when Breanna tried to pull away. "Come back down here later by yourself, okay sis!" Trista whispered, low enough for only Breanna to here. She didn't let go until her sister nodded, then laied back down, a small smile on her face.
I have to be crazy for doing this! Breanna slowly crept down the stairs, leaving the room her sister occupied a few months ago. She bit her lip, pausing at the sliding glass door before silently opening it. She stopped when she got to the lab doors. What if she's crazy again! What will happen if I'm alone with her and she snaps!? Her mind snapped at her, "It's your sister! She would never harm you." A shudder passed through her, fear settling in her mind as she slowly opened the door.
Trista sat on the table, her feet swinging, much like she did when she was little. Breanna fought back tears at the reminder. She noticed the blue spandex also, the armor encasing Trista's chest and stopping at her waist. Apparently she had changed. Her tail swung happily behind her. Breanna focused on her eyes, knowing from Goku and the others that they had been black when she was possessed. Trista's eyes were a clear green, so vivid that it almost hurt to look at them. Her hair stayed chesnut brown. Normal. Breanna sighed in relief. She jumped a moment later when Trista hopped off the table.
"Why are you so jumpy?" Trista asked, gazing at her curiously.
Breanna gulped, a little afraid to even say anything that might remind her of the past few weeks. "You," she paused, taking a breath. "You don't remember?"
Trista's eyes narrowed, her brow puckered in thought. "Mmmm," she tapped her finger on her chin for a moment before she focused her gaze back on Breanna. "I remember something about me sparring with Vegeta and the others, but other than that..." she shrugged.
Breanna stared wide-eyed at her. Could it be she doesn't remember? She watched as Trista grabbed a little bag, the same one she had when she came here. Or is she pretending? Is she trying to trick me? Her gaze focused back on her sister as Trista spoke.
"Oh, before we leave, I need to make a quick pit stop. You can wait for me at your apartment. Kay!"
She seemed...perky! Breanna continued to stare at her sister, amazed at the change in her. She hesitated, almost afraid to ask where she was going.
"Where are you going?"
Trista sent her a saucy grin. "I'm going to pay a visit to Goku."
Breanna bit back a gasp. She had to practically bite her tongue to keep from telling Trista everyone thought she was dead. She watched, her throat closed with too many emotions, as Trista sent her another bright smile, then blasted off.