Daddy's Girl

Chapter 11

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Chapter 11

The urge to move his eyelids was great as the smell of roasted beef spread across the room. His stomach growled, oh, how many dinners had he missed?

""Hey! He's awake!" the childish, unfamiliar boyish voice that came to the very first place on his ears as he awoke wasn't something he was expecting. His icy glare soon examined his surrounding and then it met the wooden wall that formed a very humble house he'd never seen before. Where the hell I'm? It wasn't white wall, white ceiling seen by his eyes; it wasn't a hospital nor his old room in the dome shaped house in sector 439 he was expecting to be. So, my dear family finally decided to kick me out of the house, now? It was impossible if his father, his brother or his niece couldn't feel the power level he and Trunks mustered with all strength on their battle. So, why nobody had come, at least to help him after he was finally knocked off by Trunks' blast? So, everybody was against me now?

Goten clenched his fist aside his body. FINE! He turned his head to face a grinning boy stood by his side who soon backed off and had his grin faded by the stern look Goten was showing on his face.

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Vegeta grunted in annoyance and pushed the up button to increase the gravity level inside the GR.

Another push, another up; another push, another up.

The gravity level increased to the level he'd never been before and his body started to react not so well by the very high pressure.

It was like if it were going to be ripped into two or even to be blown into so many many pieces. He tried hard to kept standing on the floor firmly, but his breath was almost remained as very thin of air on his larynx.

Red lamps and beeps sounds were turned on automatically as signals that the GR would also be automatically shut down to prevent explosion caused by the over pressure inside.

Dark.

"DAMN!!!" He shouted, as his body was flown hardly to the air and his head hit the ceiling as the result of sudden exchange of pressure. It didn't pain him, just annoyed him, of course.

Since the GR explosion incident, Bulma and her father had upgraded it with safety alarm which would automatically shut it down in every over pressure or over heat cases.

He wished the GR would just explode and blow his body with it. He would bear the pain easily, not like the pain which had ached his heart for the last few months.

He thought being dead in Frieza's hand on Namek or when he blew his own body with Saishyuu Saigo no Waza technique before the Majin Buu creature to finish him, were the top of pains. Until he experienced watching his beloved little princess struggling to hold her head high when a man neglected her and her to be born baby. He never saw her dripping even one tear for that man. Her pride was above everything.

It was obvious that she was her father's daughter. He felt proud of it, but at the same time it pained him so badly.

If he had to be punished for all his mistakes in the past, he wouldn't mind. He would happily pick up his penance, even if he had to loose his life for it. What was a third death meant anyway? But no, he couldn't bear seeing his princess suffer. He knew behind her cheerful adorable face, she was suffering, as if she were the one who was being punished for her father's mistakes in the past.

It pained Vegeta much more than everything he ever experienced.

Why should he be punished anyway? Hadn't anyone noticed his change? He had even once sacrificed himself for his loved ones sake. Didn't it mean anything? Why, after all the years he spent on earth in kindness, he was still sued and sued?

Even so many many years ago, before his and Bulma's relationship really grew, that woman had admitted that he wasn't a truly cold hearted man, that he really had a feeling for the others deep inside his heart. It was a memory of a very long long time ago, after the Namek, before the Androids, when he first lived on earth and stayed at Capsule Corps with the Briefs.

Bulma waved her hand before his face with ignorant expression on her face and her focus backed to her fashion magazine just delivered that morning. He had yelled at her to fix the GR as soon as possible after he destroyed some important machines in it, but she hadn't even moved her butt any inches from the spot she sat on with that magazine in her hands.

"WOMAN!!" he shouted, showed off his impatience.

"Not now, Vegeta. I'm busy." She turned another page of her mag.

"BUSY?! ALL what you do is sitting on your lazy butt and watching those worthless pictures you called magazine?! GET UP AND FIX THOSE DAMNED MACHINES!!" He grabbed the mag from Bulma's hand and like a spoiled child he tossed it across the room. Bulma gave him an odd stare and then stood face to face with his not too tall figure. Her hands on her hips.

"Oh, well. It seems that the spoiled prince of pain in the ass starts to demand his toys." She said calmly.

No matter how many times they had thrown insults at each other, they seemed like never getting used to it. Anger would easily rise in Bulma's heart everytime Vegeta insulted her and vice versa. For the past few months of his stay at Capsule Corps, there had almost never been any full day peace between they two.

It was too much for him. Hadn't he been so cooperative during his stay on earth that he was agree not to cause any single harm thing to the living creature on this mud ball planet until all the androids were beaten into pulp? Blasting some bots during his training was his limit of tolerance. His hands were itch to kill. He must have acted too soft that now this blasted woman dared to confront him this way.

In a split of second he moved his hand that suddenly Bulma had been pushed to the wall. He let his left hand stay on her shoulder and his right one towered above her head in such a way that he now had that aquamarine haired girl captured between the wall and his body.

"Are you challenging me, woman? It seems that you have lost your common senses to act properly in front of the prince of All Saiyans."

"Ow! Let me go, Vegeta! You're hurting me!" She winced in pain and he smirked triumphantly by the scene. The woman must remember who ordered who and who he really was.

"So, I hurt you? Well, you're supposed to know that this is nothing. I could have killed you very easily, you know."

"No, you wouldn't. I know you'll never kill me." She said through her clenched teeth, still in pain, but she kept her gaze firmly toward his onyx eyes, in a brave way.

He had to admit that her stare bothered him in some ways. None, none in his lifetime ever dared to do such a thing to him, especially such a feeble creature like her.

"Why?" He asked her again, so he wouldn't have to think about her brave beautiful eyes which were still swimming in the coolness of his onyx. "You think I'm afraid that Kakarot will hunt me if I really kill you?! Don't be ridiculous! I'm never afraid of that foolish Kakarot! I tell you that I'll find a way to surpass him someday! I swear to you!"

"No, Vegeta, no! That's not why I think you'll never kill me."

"So?!"

"If you really intended to kill me, Vegeta. You would have done it long time ago...on Namek..." Her tone softened on her last phrase. To her surprise, he untightened his grip after that with his hand still on her shoulder though. There was an awkward silence as they were staring at each other, deep, deep searching stares of each of them.

"Tell me, Vegeta, why didn't you kill me on Namek? Because you were not such completely a cold hearted murderer..."

How could he describe the feeling that bothered him that moment? It was something weird to him. Needless to say, he had seen many brave eyes stared at him, but they belonged to warriors, to strong people and they never meant anything to him. But, this feeble woman, the weakest among the Z fighters, had the gut to do it. How could he refrain from...admiring her? Yes, of course he admired her braveness. Staring at the aquamarine haired figure before him, he suddenly realized that it was more than a braveness that he admired. She was completely gorgeous, a kind of beauty that he really barely met during his out space adventures. And then he noticed that her small mouth slightly opened like a spoiled kitten, so tempting, so...

To her surprise again, he pressed his lips against hers hardly, drank her sweetness, moved them like if he was exploring hers. She was very sweet. At first she stood like a statue in shock of his action towards her, but then she started to get relaxed and replied his kiss the same way as him, if we couldn't say that it was hotter.

In the middle of nowhere, in what seemed like a flower field to her, he suddenly realized that he was...kissing her. What the hell...! He broke their kiss in a sudden and harsh manner and pulled himself apart of her. She looked at him quizzically, but before she could snap out a word, he said to her first, "So, it works for you to fix those damned machines, now?!" he smirked.

"Wh...at...?!" she said in disbelief and then PLAAAAKKK!!! She did what she had to, landed a slap on his cheek. He didn't feel anything, of course. Her slap was as light as butterfly's touch to him.

Vegeta smiled slightly as the memory about the younger version of his wife went too far. He never forgot what she had said to him that time "Because you were not such completely a cold hearted murderer...". Not that he was proud or happy about it in the very first place. He had never cared about what people said or what they thought. Other people were never important to him. But her...

He had asked himself about her statement. Was that true? He had never minded to be a cold hearted murderer. In some ways, watching terrified eyes of the people went against their death under his feet, gave him great pleasure. Like he never forgot the giant firework he created through his fingertip on once to be a planet he couldn't even remember the name of on his way to earth for the first time.

He realized there was something inside him that had changed, and that happened gradually in a very long long time until he himself didn't realize this change in the very beginning. He knew completely that his surrounding; especially her, his wife, the adorable Bulma Briefs, had a great contribution to this.

He never regretted to change, though he ever said to Son Goku on their battle when he was possesed by Babidy as a majin Vegeta that he wanted to comeback to his old self; the cold hearted warrior one. That was a lie. He only wanted keep his pride before his long time rival. And Kakarot, being the pure hearted he was, also didn't believe that Vegeta wanted to be the cold hearted warrior again.

"...And slowly, over the years, I started to grow fond on this planet. I even a have a family...I hate that! I want to come back to old self! I want to be a cold hearted warrior again! And I feel relief now..."

"Is that true, Vegeta?" Is that true that you regret your change and want to be a cold hearted warrior again?

No, of course not. But...

And why after all this change, he was still sued for all the mistakes he ever made in his past? Why?

There was the time when he had to admit that he didn't have all the answers. But, hey...suddenly he knew, he knew who would have all answers for him. Somebody he ever asked to about the afterlife when he was about to blow himself against the Majin Buu creature.

"I think you don't take suggestion." Piccolo said as matter of fact, not intended to insult the Saiyan Prince before him.

They were standing facing each other on Dende's lookout. Before the Saiyan prince arrived there, Piccolo had known that Vegeta was coming. Needless to say that he had also known what's bugging the Saiyan Prince for months.

"I don't. But I don't have all the answers for my own questions." Vegeta said back, still in his stubborn manner, with his arms crossed before his chest. Even when he needed something, he didn't ask for it, nevertheless begged. He demanded thing.

The former earth God smiled wisely, "Even if karmaphala is true, why should we let it burden our lives? It isn't written to make people suffer, but to create justice among mankind, that life needs balance. People will face consequences for every actions they do. No crime without punishment and no goodness without reward. It's the law of nature, Vegeta, but past is past, today is today. What we think is a punishment, sometime can be a reward for us, and vice versa. Everything depends on how we interpret our lives. I think it isn't difficult for you to understand this."

The Saiyan prince didn't really get what Piccolo meant, but his stubbornness refrained him from bursting out the question loud. He was of course too proud to admit that. He would find out with his own way latter, he decided.

"Sure!" He said, "I just want to make sure about it." He soon had his back against the former earth God, and Piccolo only smiled in understanding. But before he blasted off back to his home at Capsule Corps, he said, "Thank you."

Piccolo's smile grew wider, he never expected to hear that word from the arrogant Saiyan prince, "Sure, anytime, pal..." he spoke under his breath to himself.

-

"Are you sure about that Mr. Goku?" Bulla asked the spiky haired man who sat on her sofa. Her wide blue eyes shone like diamonds with hopes. She sat on the edge of her bed, across the earth warrior. He had visited her few times before and it became more intense lately. Bulla liked to talk to him. His cheerfulnesses helped her a lot to forget all bitterness in her life. He never talked about serious thing to her, even about his son, Goten and she respected it nor she ever asked about him too.

Goku smiled cheerfully, like usual, "Sure! I've heard from your mom that you couldn't be too tired. But if you really want to take a little shopping outside, I'll take you. No need to ride car, no need to fly. We can use my instant transmission, remember? We can go anywhere on earth without you need to drip even one sweat. What do you think?"

"Wow! I love this! Sure I'd like to go shopping! Can we go now?" the aquamarine haired girl exclaimed enthusiastically.

"Sure! Where do you want to go first?"

"What about the maternity boutique I saw on mag? The gowns are so adorable, I've been dreaming about them for months..."

"Okay! Let's go!"

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Bulma was working in her lab, a new project Vegeta had never seen before. It's not like that he ever cared about what his wife did everyday. Holding an iron solder in her hand, her brow furrowed, "Shit!" She shouted as she soldered the wrong cable, "Oh, Dende! I think I'm too old for this."

Vegeta emerged from the dark corner in that lab where he used to watch his wife working, "What happened?" He asked softly, with the tone he only used when they two were alone, "I don't see any old women here."

She smiled, watching her husband walking closer to her. Still on her sitting position, she leaned her head on his wide chest. He bended, wrapped her upper body with both of his muscular arms, "You have to get rest. It's three o'clock in the morning, you know." He whispered.

"Did I make somebody feel lonely?" She teased.

He grunted in protest, "I'm not lonely. I just don't want you to get sick. You never let me train when you're sick and I hate that."

"Oh, really?" she said with a chuckle, "So, I think I'll choose to get sick. I'll be very happy to have you for the rest of the weeks..." Her sight backed to her tools then and she started to do her job again, ignored her annoyed husband.

"Bulma...!" He called through his clenched teeth. His tone announced that he grew impatient.

"Oh, please, Vegeta. Not now. I really have to finish this when I still have time...It's very important..."

"You always say your invention is important! Actually, what the hell are you trying to make this time?"

She stopped her activities again and looked at her husband, "Well, I'm trying to upgrade the delivery room in our infirmary. You see that Bulla's pregnancy seems so hard. In case complication happens when she gives birth to her baby latter, I want everything ready by the time. We don't have to take her to the hospital if we have the technology better here."

"Why not in the hospital? I think sometime you have to admit that somebody else has a better technology than your company. This infirmary thing isn't your specialty...I know where you're better at..."

"It's not about competition, Vegeta, nor pride. It's about our daughter, I don't want she experiences what ever happened to me when I had Trunks..."

"What do you mean?!"

She sighed, "Well, I see her condition now is about the same as I was. The pregnancy was hard, even less the birth process. Trunks was a very healthy baby boy, but I got collapsed for few days after he was born. Luckily, I was in the right hand at West City Medical Center and my life was saved. Everything was supposed to be fine after that but...the press..." Feeling her husband's arms unwrapped themselves from her body, she stopped and saw the expression on his face changed.

"They wrote many bad things about you because you were not...married?" Her husband continued slowly. They were starring at each other for a moment, the full of emotion one. Vegeta had heard the story about Bulma's pregnancy with Trunks few times from other people. Needless to say that he wasn't there that time. Training to become a Super Saiyan was still his priority. He had done it somewhere out space, not only because it was the only place where he thought he could reach his goal, but also because it was the place where he could run from Bulma and her pregnancy.

Now he heard the story from his wife herself and he couldn't help but feel guilty.

"Not that I cared about what people thought or said about me. I just couldn't let it happen to my daughter. That's why I insist her to give birth at home. I have talked to doctor Leon and he agreed as long as I prepared everything completely here. I want to protect her from the press. All what happened to her isn't her fault. She's been hurt enough, Vegeta...I think it's a good thing that she has to take bed rest at home all the time, the press still doesn't know about her..."

"I know..." He said. The guilt that had grown inside him for the last few months haunted him again. He closed his eyes as he felt he almost dripped tears, but warrior didn't cry...

"I'm sorry..." he whispered, tried to fight the urge to cry. Warrior didn't cry, Vegeta, did not...

"Please don't blame yourself...That's all past. I believe that you just want to protect her as much as I do..." She took his hand and held it tightly, and when she thought it wasn't enough, she got up and embraced him. He replied her embrace the same way. They shed out all their emotions together. Together, they would pass all difficult moments in their lives and survive and grow stronger.

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