When Trunks landed, he landed a good ten yards away from the house; he needed some time to think about what he would say to his mom before she could bombard him with questions.
"Why did he land so far away?" Bulma asked, looking around and up at the sky to see if there was an enemy or something.
"He probably saw you looking at him or something." Vegeta mumbled.
"I heard that. Trunks loves me." Bulma said, annoyed.
"It's not that he doesn't love you; it has nothing to do with that. He just knows how you get." Vegeta sighed as they watched Trunks walk over.
"What is that supposed to mean?!" Bulma asked, becoming very agitated.
"Do you remember his last two girlfriends?" Vegeta asked, looking at Bulma.
"And I was right about them—both of them. Mai went crazy and killed herself. And Cora cheated on him with Goten and is now sleeping with Yamcha." Bulma said, getting Yamcha's attention right away.
"Wait. My Cora slept with not only Goten, but also Trunks?! What the hell?!" Yamcha asked, freaking out.
"You can't honestly tell us you didn't know." Bulma and Chi-Chi said at the same time, both annoyed.
"No, I didn't know. The only reason I knew about Goten, is because she told me just before we came over one day. She never once mentioned Trunks. But then again, she never had a reason to; I never really hang out with Trunks, unless we're fighting someone—or you invite me over." Yamcha defensively explained with his hands up.
Bulma and Chi-Chi just looked at each other and shrugged.
"I guess you're off the hook—this time." Bulma sighed.
"But if I were you, I'd get checked for some kind of STD; I made Goten get tested. He tested negative, thank Kami." Chi-Chi said calmly.
"Yes, I made Trunks get one as well; he also tested negative, But with that girl, you just never know—especially with how many men she's been with." Bulma said, just as calmly as Chi-Chi had.
"You're just saying that because you believe she hurt your son. But in reality, maybe it was your son who hurt her. He hurts relationships just like you and your husband—and even your daughter." Yamcha said, looking at Bulma.
"Excuse me?!" Bulma asked in complete and utter shock.
"Is everything ok over here?" Trunks asked as he walked over with Halley, breathing harshly in his arms.
"Yeah, everything's fine. I'm going to head home now. It was a nice party—until it wasn't. Thanks for inviting me. I hope the girl is ok." Yamcha said before leaving.
"Don't worry about him; I'll deal with him later." Bulma said with a soft smile.
"Fuck that; I'll deal with that scheming bastard!" Vegeta exclaimed, ready to fight.
"Vegeta, calm down; it'll get taken care of. Is that her? What happened to her?" Bulma calmly asked, concerned; she noticed right away that she wasn't well.
"Yeah, this is Halley—Halley Ariel-Stella Faye. I'd love to tell you more, but I have to get her inside; she already has a fever—and having her out in this rain probably isn't helping. Mom, if you wouldn't mind; could you please help me with her?" Trunks asked as calmly as could, walking inside.
"Of course." Bulma said, following him.
"When do you think this rain will stop?" Bulla asked as they all went inside.
"I don't know. Hopefully soon—now that Oiel and his goons are dead." Piccolo sighed as they stood in the kitchen and living room areas.
"Where's that boyfriend of yours?" Vegeta asked, looking at Bulla.
"Kolby had to go to work." Bulla sighed, frustrated; she wanted him to stay longer.
"Well, ain't that a shame?" Vegeta asked as he followed Trunks and Bulma.
"Do you mind if your father comes to help?" Bulma asked, looking at Trunks.
"No, that's fine." Trunks sighed as they got to his room.
"What do you need me for?" Vegeta asked, slightly annoyed.
"Grab some towels and the first aid kit." Bulma calmly commanded as Trunks held onto Halley.
"Where is all that?" Vegeta asked, annoyed.
"Towels are in the bathroom. And the first aid kit is in the hall closet." Bulma said before Trunks could say anything.
"Mom?" Trunks started as his father went out to the hall closet.
"Yes?" Bulma "innocently" asked.
"How do you know where I keep my towels and first aid kit?" Trunks asked, looking directly at his mother.
"Everyone keeps their towels either in their bathroom or a hall closet. You have a closet in your bathroom, in which you keep your towels and other bathroom stuff in. As for your first aid kit; I saw it a few days ago when I was looking for duct tape. So, tell me what you know about Halley. That's a really pretty name. She's from Venus, correct?" Bulma asked, looking at Trunks.
"Yes and no..." Trunks started when his father walked in with the first aid kit and some towels; he handed them to Bulma.
"Where did you find these towels?" Bulma asked, looking at Vegeta, confused.
"Dryer." Vegeta simply answered, folding his arms across his chest.
"Ok. Well, you were saying, Dear?" Bulma asked as she got things ready.
"She's half-Venarian and half-Nekodian with Arien blood running through her veins. More specifically: Ares's blood is running through her veins. Long story short, she's very pure-hearted and is a direct descendant of Aphrodite. Ares picked her to receive his blood for those reasons. Her aunt, who raised her, along with her uncle on Mars, knocked her out so that they could inject his blood into her veins—or blood—or whatever. His blood fused with her blood. From what I understand, either before—or shortly after she was born, Venus was destroyed to the point where nobody could live there anymore. She, her mom, and her uncle escaped and were traveling through space until they met her aunt, who married her uncle. They couldn't have kids of their own... So, when Halley was five—after her mother was killed—they took her in and raised her as their own. But because her aunt was Arien—and the direct descendant of Ares, Halley was raised on Mars. Well—she was actually raised on Mars since she was a baby. Mars is now destroyed as well... So, from what I gather, she's the only Venarian and Nekodian left—and the only one with any type of Arien blood in her. From what I was told, as of October 2nd, she's sixteen. She's very shy, scared and doesn't talk very often. And then, for some reason, when we look into each other's eyes, they sparkle and our breath is taken away." Trunks explained as he set Halley on a towel his mom placed on his bed; she then started towel-drying Halley's hair.
"That's what happens when Saiyans find their proper mates. Nekodians as well. I'm not sure about Venarians. But Saiyans and Nekodians, I know for sure." Vegeta confidently explained.
"Her hair's been singed; a good chunk is going to need to be cut. And her cheek—it looks like it's been cut pretty badly." Bulma said as she noticed things that Trunks obviously didn't.
How could he notice her cheek? Her hair covered it—and he was more concerned with her safety.
"Are we changing her clothes?" Bulma asked, looking at Halley; her clothes were soaked—in water, mud, and blood. And on top of it all, she had a fever.
"Yeah... That's why I wanted your help. Well—it's one of the reasons. She needs to be bandaged up as well." Trunks answered, closely watching Halley.
"Of course." Bulma said with a soft, sad smile before she started feeling Halley's hips and chest area.
"Mom—what are you doing?" Trunks asked, confused, and slightly disturbed; Vegeta stared in shock and interest.
"I'm just checking to see if she has any undergarments on. Do you have something for her to wear?" Bulma asked, looking at Trunks.
"Yeah." Trunks said, grabbing a shirt from his dresser; it was one of his long, loose-fitting shirts. The shirt itself was blue with three symbols: a peace sign, the Capsule Corp logo, and the Saiyan Royal family symbol.
He had that shirt specially made at some clothing store about five or so months ago; it represents who he is and where he comes from—basically family.
The peace sign is there because he wants peace on Earth; it's there to remind him to have hope.
"Ok, let's get this done with..." Bulma sighed as she started removing Halley's dress, thigh-high socks, and both necklaces so that she wouldn't choke on them while she slept. She tried to remove the cherry blossom from her hair but couldn't; it was like it was embedded in her hair or something.
"Well, that's not coming out..." Bulma sighed as she undid Halley's buns, letting her hair down.
"What happened to her chest?" Bulma asked, shocked when she noticed where she was impaled; the wound was slowly healing.
"One of those men turned his arm into a sword and stabbed her. I don't know where any of the other wounds came from." Trunks sighed, looking at every bump, bruise, cut, scratch, and scrape on her body, including an "x" shaped gash on her left cheek, under her eye.
"Those are going to leave nasty scars." Bulma sighed as she cleaned all of Halley's wounds.
'That gash—it was the scar in my dreams. Was that something I could've prevented? She has some rosy cheeks—and there's a scar that I could've maybe prevented.' Trunks thought to himself as he stared at her face; he was trying not to look anywhere else—except maybe her stomach, which was clear of any type of damage.
Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.
He was so lost in his thoughts that Trunks didn't hear Bulma talking to him or the knocking at the door.
"Vegeta, see who that is please." Bulma said, looking at her son in concern.
"It's just Kakarot's oldest boy." Vegeta simply said.
"Gohan? Just a second." Bulma said, quickly covering Halley, snapping Trunks back to reality.
"You can come in now." Bulma kindly said as Trunks looked back.
"What brings you here?" Trunks asked, looking at Gohan in confusion.
"Because we witnessed it firsthand; I know she can't die. Or rather, she doesn't stay dead for more than a few minutes. However, I also noticed blood running down her chest from where she was stabbed, leading me to believe that she doesn't heal very fast—or well. So, I paid a visit to Korin Tower and talked to Korin, explaining to him kind of what was going on. I asked for a Senzu Bean. He said he was kind of waiting for one of us to come and ask for Senzu Beans; someone from our group was always coming to get some. So, he gave me two large jars full. One for my family to divide however we need—and one for you and your family to divide however you need. Oh, and here's a single one for Halley. I don't know if she'll be able to eat it right now, but at least you have it for when she can." Gohan said, handing Trunks the single bean and the jar to Bulma.
"Thank you." Trunks and Bulma said in shock, taking the beans.
"That's the same reaction I had—that mom, dad, and Goten had as well. I guess I should get going so you can finish this." Gohan said with a smile before leaving.
"Ok. Let's get her finished up. I wish we could get her to eat the Senzu Bean now." Bulma sighed as she removed the blanket from Halley.
"Mmmm..." Halley moaned in pain after Bulma carefully used a towel with a mixture of peroxide and rubbing alcohol on her chest.
After a minute or two, she went back to harshly breathing.
"You poor thing... Oh, I'm deeply sorry about this." Bulma sadly sighed, running the cloth over her cheek, wiping the blood away, and cleaning the wound. She then bandaged her up.
"Shoot! It's a front clasp." Bulma said, looking at Halley's bra.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Vegeta asked, annoyed.
"I was going to unclip her bra so that I could remove it once the shirt was on her." Bulma explained.
"And?" Vegeta asked, looking at his wife.
"Neither you nor Trunks needs to be seeing her breasts." Bulma sternly said, folding her arms across her chest while tapping her foot, narrowing her eyes at Vegeta.
"She's his mate..." Vegeta started.
"That doesn't matter! She's going to be living with Trunks—here on Earth from now on; she has rights too. One of those rights is not to be forced into anything she may not be ready for. You don't know how she feels about someone she doesn't know, seeing her naked!" Bulma exclaimed, glaring daggers at her husband.
"She's asleep; how the hell would she even know?!" Vegeta asked, nearly yelling.
"Stop yelling; you'll wake her. And mom's right; I will not do anything that Halley's not ready for. And yes, while she's asleep, I will not degrade myself by staring at her when she isn't aware. Now, with all that said: mom, do you need help with changing her at all? If not, dad and I will turn around until you're done." Trunks said, looking at his mother.
"That's my boy—so responsible! I'm so proud. But seriously, if you could just get the shirt over her head, I can take care of the rest." Bulma calmly replied.
"Ok." Trunks said as he walked over to his bed.
With his mother's help, Trunks got the shirt on, over her head; he and Vegeta then turned around while Bulma finished up.
'Hey, Boy.' Vegeta telepathically said to Trunks.
'Yeah?' Trunks responded.
'You—you make me proud. You treat that girl right. I am glad you found who you were meant to be with. And if you ever tell your mother or anyone else I said any of that, I will beat the ever-loving crap out of you. Do you understand me?' Vegeta sternly asked, arms folded across his chest.
'Yeah, I understand. And thanks.' Trunks replied with a small smile.
"There we go. You may turn around now." Bulma said once she got the bra off.
When Trunks saw her in his shirt, something came over him; he couldn't stop staring at her. Sure, Mai and Cora had worn his shirts before, and he thought they were sexy as hell. But looking at Halley—she looked so innocent yet beautiful at the same time.
"Where and when did you get this shirt?" Bulma asked, noticing the symbols on it; she very much liked it—and wanted one.
"Why is it so huge? It reaches well past the girl's knees. On you, I'm guessing it goes past your ass. I do like that our family symbol is on it—along with your mother's place of work. But what I don't understand is: what's with the peace symbol?" Vegeta asked, looking at the shirt.
"I got it at that one clothing shop just before they closed five and a half months ago. That was the only size they had left for men that I could wear; all other sizes were too small. I had it specially designed, seeing as their prices for having shirts specially designed were half off. Now, I knew I had forgotten something. I had the Capsule Corp symbol and the royal family symbol placed on there because it's who I am. The peace sign is having hope for peace on Earth and everywhere else." Trunks said, bending to look under his bed.
After a minute or two of searching, Trunks pulled out a large, flat box.
"What's that?" Bulma asked, becoming very excited; she had a feeling she knew.
After he opened the box, Trunks handed his mom and dad a shirt with the same symbols but in different placement orders.
"There's one for Bulla as well. I meant to give you them a few months ago—but I stuck them under my bed; I guess I just forgot about them. I hope you like them." Trunks said, looking at his parents.
"I love it!" Bulma happily exclaimed before she attacked Trunks with a hug.
"I actually like it as well..." Vegeta mumbled.
"We should do a family picture together some time!" Bulma exclaimed as Trunks pulled back his blankets.
With Bulma's help, Trunks placed Halley under the blankets and then gently placed her head on the pillows.
Once she was all situated, Bulma placed a cold, damp rag on Halley's forehead to hopefully lower her fever.
"Ok—let's go enjoy your party. I'll come check up on her every so often to change the rag and whatnot. She'll be fine. Come on, let's let her rest." Bulma said, pushing Trunks out of the room; Vegeta just walked out.
"How is she?" Goten asked when they got outside where everyone else was. It had finally stopped raining, and the sun was once again shining—and somehow, the grass was dry but glistening in the sun.
"She's all bandaged up and resting." Trunks answered as Bulma handed Bulla her shirt.
"This is really cool." Bulla said, slipping the shirt on.
"So, Vegeta—what do you think of the comet?" Goku asked, laughing a little, making a joke.
"The girl's name is Halley; she's named after a comet, you idiot!" Vegeta yelled, ready to pummel Goku to the ground.
"Hey! Get back here!" Vegeta yelled as Goku started flying away.
"Uh-uh! You have to catch me!" Goku yelled back; he was leading him away to spar so they could become stronger.
"There they go again..." Bulma sighed in annoyance.
"Yep. What are we going to do with those two?" Chi-Chi asked, annoyed, folding her arms across her chest.
"I don't know." Bulma sighed, watching Trunks; she was worried about him. But he seemed to be somewhat relaxed as he talked with Gohan and Goten.
"Is there really anything you can do with them?" Videl asked, interjecting herself into the conversation.
"I doubt it." 18 mumbled as she sat in a chair.
"It's a Saiyan thing; it's in their DNA. They thrive on becoming stronger." Piccolo said as he leaned against the house.
"You would think that after all these years, you'd know this by now." Yamcha said, walking in on the conversation.
"What are you doing here? Did you really just walk into Trunks's house without asking?" Bulma asked, pissed off.
"Relax, I'm not staying; I just forgot my jacket, wallet—and house keys." Yamcha said, walking over to where he was before any of this happened.
"Before you go... What did you mean by what you said earlier? Vegeta, I understand. But who did Bulla or I hurt?" Bulma asked, folding her arms across her chest, annoyed.
"Just like you, your daughter breaks hearts left and right." Yamcha said, looking directly into Bulma's eyes.
"If you're talking about her last boyfriend; she caught him cheating on her. So, she had to break up with him. Now, she has Kolby—her mate. And who the hell did I hurt? I only had a few boyfriends, and we all broke up mutually." Bulma said, looking directly at Yamcha?
"Seriously Bulma?" Yamcha asked, looking at her.
"What?" Bulma asked, looking at him, confused.
"I love you! I've always loved you! And, I will probably always love you! I know we were off and on, but I never stopped loving you! But then you went and fell in "love" that great oath of a man—if you want to call him that. I get it, you had a bastard child with him. But that doesn't mean you have to try to be a family with him. All he cares about is getting stronger; he doesn't care about any of you. We could've been a family together; I would've raised Trunks along with you! I loved you. I love you! You love me, not him!" Yamcha yelled, shocking Bulma.
"Yamcha, I'm sorry, but I love Vegeta; I will always love Vegeta. If you loved me so much, you would've never cheated on me—several times. I did love you at one point, but you went and threw it all away. I'm sorry, but I don't love you like that anymore." Bulma calmly yet seriously said.
"But... No! It's not true! You still love me!" Yamcha furiously shouted, grabbing Bulma by her arm and roughly pulled her towards him.
"Ow! Yamcha, let go of me! You're hurting me!" Bulma screamed at Yamcha, lifting her other arm to slap him across the face. He, however, stopped her by grabbing her other wrist—tightly.
"Let her go!" Trunks yelled as he, Gohan, and Goten came back from grabbing stuff for badminton from the garage.
"Back off; she's mine! We're in love! You can't stop our love!" Yamcha crazily yelled as his grip tightened on Bulma.
"Mom!" Bulla yelled, scared as Chi-Chi held her back.
Vegeta, sensing something was wrong, went around to the front of the house and then back around. When he saw what was going on, he instantly became insanely pissed off and changed into a Super Saiyan.
"Get your dirty hands off of my wife!" Vegeta yelled, flying in from the side and sucker-punched Yamcha in the face.
He was aiming for the side of his head, but Yamcha turned and looked Vegeta's way.
Yamcha went flying a good two or three yards away; Vegeta was holding back.
"Bulma, are you ok? What happened to Yamcha?" Goku asked once he showed up.
"He dared to lay his hands on my woman. So, I lightly punched him in the face." Vegeta growled.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm going to check up on Halley. Please make him leave." Bulma said, a bit shaken up.
"Bulma wait!" Yamcha called, reaching out for her; she just ignored him and continued inside.
"Yamcha, you need to leave before dad really hits you. That was him being nice when he didn't have to be." Trunks said as calmly as he could. He, too, was pissed; that was his mother that Yamcha laid his hands on.
"That was him being nice, and lightly punching me? What the hell do you see in him?! He wasn't there for you when you were growing up; everyone else was!" Yamcha furiously yelled.
"He's my dad. And no, he wasn't there until I was seven or eight. But he eventually came around. He's here for me now; he's also there for Bulla. And yes, he's still got a ways to go, but he's working on it. Now, please, leave." Trunks calmly said.
"News flash! She doesn't want anything to do with you anymore! You did this to yourself! So leave! Leave me, my wife, and our kids the hell alone!" Vegeta yelled, beyond pissed off. Oh, all the things he wanted to do to Yamcha right now. But for Bulma, he restrained himself so that "Trunks's" party wouldn't be ruined anymore than it was already starting.
"Fine!" Yamcha exclaimed before leaving.
"*Sigh...* I'm going to check on your mother." Vegeta sighed, annoyed before he went inside.
Knock. Knock.
"Yeah?" Bulma called out.
"Can I come in?" Vegeta asked, knocking twice on the door.
"Yeah, come in." Bulma answered.
"How's the girl?" Vegeta asked, walking in after shutting the door.
"She still has a fever... But her breathing has evened out; she seems to be sleeping a little more peacefully. Is he gone?" Bulma replied and then asked as Vegeta walked over.
"Yeah, he left—but I'm sure he'll be back." Vegeta answered as he sat next to his wife.
"*Sigh...* I'm sure." Bulma sighed as she got up; she was going to wet and dampen the rag again.
When she returned, Vegeta was pacing back and forth.
"Something wrong?" Bulma asked, placing the rag on Halley's forehead.
"Everything. I know we've talked about this before—and you've repeatedly said no. But now that that creep wants you, I think it's time you finally let me mark you." Vegeta seriously answered.
"Vegeta... I think you're right." Bulma sighed, agreeing with him, shocking him; he certainly didn't expect her to say yes just like that.
"Wh-what? What changed your mind?" Vegeta asked, standing there, shocked.
"I really do love you. And Yamcha has gone crazy or something. He's already hurt me—something I never thought would ever happen. Who knows what he's truly capable of now?" Bulma said, looking at Vegeta.
"Great. Tonight?" Vegeta asked, looking at Bulma.
"I was thinking we could go to one of Trunks's spare rooms, and do it in just a little bit. I just have to let Trunks know how Halley's doing. How long does this take?" Bulma asked, looking at Vegeta.
"It shouldn't take long. Just keep everyone outside." Vegeta said as calmly as he could. However, deep inside, he was jumping up and down.
"Right." Bulma said with a smile.
Four Hours Later:
Vegeta marked Bulma three and a half hours ago, and it went surprisingly well. Bulma didn't scream or cry out like most girls do. Vegeta declared then and there that he knew she was definitely his mate; she was stronger than even some of the strongest female Saiyans.
As promised, Bulma checked up on Halley every half an hour or so and let Trunks know.
Her fever finally broke sometime within the last hour and a half.
It was getting late; it was around 7:30 PM, and almost everyone had gone home for the night—after thanking Trunks and Bulma for inviting them.
The only ones left were Trunks, his parents, Bulla, Halley, Goku, and his sons. Chi-Chi, Videl, and Pan all went home, saying that they were ok with the guys staying as long as they were home by 10:30 PM at the latest.
"For the most part, this was a good day." Bulma said with a smile.
"Yes, I agree." Goku happily agreed.
"Trunks, what did you think?" Bulma asked, looking at her son.
"It was a good day. It was a—nice party." Trunks honestly answered, pausing to think of the right word to use.
"You had a good time?" Bulma asked, hopeful.
"Yes, I had a good time. But please, don't do this again without at least telling me in a few weeks in advance—not just a week." Trunks said, looking Bulma directly in the eyes.
"Ok, I can do that. I'm so glad you had a good time! So—what would you say to us moving closer to you—and Halley?" Bulma asked, looking at Trunks.
"I can't stop you if that's what you want to do. Why do you ask?" Trunks asked, looking at his mom.
"Well..." Bulma started, looking at Trunks.
"What'd you do?" Trunks and Vegeta asked, skeptical of how Bulma was acting.
"I bought the land next to yours. Now, I just need to build a house." Bulma explained with a small smile, hoping Trunks and Vegeta would be happy too; she already knew Bulla hated the idea.
"Well, travel time would be a lot easier." Trunks said with a smile.
"Country living, huh? Never thought you of all people would leave the city. But hey, I'm all good with this decision; I hate the city. But I'd go wherever you went." Vegeta stated, standing next to his wife.
"Awww! I love you too!" Bulma exclaimed happily, hugging her husband.
Usually, Vegeta—because Goku and his sons were there—would protest and pull away. However, because she finally let him mark her as his, he gave her this.
"Why? Why do you hate me so much?" Bulla complained.
"We don't hate you, Dear." Bulma calmly responded to her daughter.
"Then why are we moving away from the city and to the country—in the middle of nowhere?" Bulla complained even more.
"Change of scenery. Besides, if we move to the country, Kolby can move in as well. We'll build him a small side apartment off one of the sides of the new house." Bulma said, immediately getting Bulla's attention.
"Oh my Kami, you're the best! Country life here we come!" Bulla joyously exclaimed.
"How many acres did you purchase?" Trunks asked, looking at his mom.
"Three and a half. Would've been four, but someone else owns the areas around me." Bulma said, sulking a little.
"Well—we could build fences around our lands. Or we could build one large fence around both our lands and combine them. That's six acres of land, I do believe." Trunks said, standing there, thinking.
"You'd really combine your land with ours?" Bulma asked, staring at her with stars in her eyes.
"I don't see why not. I mean, as long as we each have our own houses, I'm fine with it." Trunks calmly replied.
"Congratulations!" Goku happily cheered, popping one of those streamer party favors he had found.
"Well, I'm gonna head home; Videl and Pan are probably waiting for me, as Pan has to be to sleep soon." Gohan said, stretching.
"Ok. Thanks for coming." Bulma said, waving as Gohan flew off.
"I'm gonna head out as well. See you later." Goten said, taking off.
"Kolby!" Bulla gleefully cried when he walked around the corner.
"Hey. Sorry I missed most of your party." Kolby said, looking at Trunks.
Kolby is a Saiyan who was living near the milky way with his family until they came to Earth. They are a rarity among Saiyans, as they didn't like to fight.
Kolby has short, spiky, deep, dark, almost black, blue hair that looks like a shorter version of Vegeta's hair, and black eyes. He is a full Saiyan who just turned nineteen; he will mark Bulla as his mate one day. According to Vegeta, that will never happen—not in a million years.
"Hell would have to freeze over before I even think about letting him mark my baby." Is what Vegeta always says; that was his favorite line. However, in nine months, when Bulla is eighteen, Bulma said he'll have no say—even though the legal age is sixteen.
Bulma thinks that Vegeta doesn't like him because he has the same personality as Goku—and only fights if needed.
But boy, can he fight?
"It's fine." Trunks replied.
"He's got a girlfriend now; she's his true mate." Bulla replied, being cheeky.
"Really? That's so great! Congratulations!" Kolby sincerely said.
"Thanks." Trunks thanked, rubbing the back of his head; he really didn't like this kind of attention. He cringed at the thought of how Halley might handle it.
"But uh... Where is she?" Kolby asked, confused.
"Asleep with a fever." Trunks replied.
"Oh." Kolby said, accepting his answer while Trunks went to put the badminton stuff away.
"I was wondering if I could take Bulla out to a movie before taking her home." Kolby asked, looking at Bulma and Vegeta.
"Yeah, that's fine." Bulma answered before Vegeta could say something. She knew they were active; she got Bulla set up on birth control a few months ago.
"Thanks mom! You're the best. Love you daddy." Bulla lovingly stated, hugging and kissing her parents on the cheek before leaving with Kolby.
"What about you? Aren't you leaving as well?" Vegeta asked, noticing Goku was still there.
Goku was about to say something when they heard screams coming from inside the house.
Earlier:
Inside:
"Mmmm..." Halley softly moaned, holding her head as she started waking up.
'Where am I? What happened to me? I remember—Mars is gone. I lost my home. My aunt and uncle—they died. They died protecting me. I have nobody anymore. I have no home. Where is my dress and—my tiara? Wh-where's my tiara? It has the pendant of Mars in it! Wait! A boy. I remember a boy—an older boy. What happened to my hair? What happened to me in general? Am I trapped? Am I able to get up and walk?' Halley asked herself, looking around; she was having a hard time remembering where she was—or how she got there. She didn't remember the slime men or what they did to her.
After a few minutes of debating with herself, Halley removed the blankets, slowly swung her legs over the side of the bed, and stood up.
After a few seconds, Halley found she could still stand and walk around just fine despite being a little shaky.
She walked over to the door, took the knob in her hand, and slowly turned it, opening it; she slowly peeked her head out to look around. She didn't sense anything evil—or even dangerous; she walked out and started looking around.
She recognized some things like the kitchen table and its chairs.
The walls, floors, and the ceiling all looked pretty much the same as well. However, on Mars, floors were tile, walls were decorated slabs of cement, and roofs were made of tempered glass. Everything used to construct the houses were mainly used to keep the occupants cool—and to keep anything from bursting into flames.
Buildings on Mars were also much smaller; they usually only one to two rooms—three if you were lucky.
Because of who her aunt was—and her heritage, they lived in a house with three bedrooms: one for aunt and uncle, one for mom (until she was killed), and one for Halley.
The kitchen in her home on Mars was much smaller and had different things. Here, she didn't know what anything was.
Most of the cooking was done over a fire, encased in clay domes, outside, under the awnings. Cooking was done under awnings to protect from the elements on Mar. It also kept the person who was cooking from overheating.
On Mars, rain was super rare; it rained maybe once every few years.
As far as Halley remembers, she's never seen rain before.
They didn't have anything cold, except water, which people got from a river.
Surprisingly enough, despite all the dust and heat, the river was always fresh, clean, and never dried up.
Bathrooms on Mars were very different; they had outhouses that were cleaned weekly by Mars's sanitation workers.
Halley pressed the plunger on the toilet; it scared the crap out of her. She ended up running out of the bathroom, holding her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming.
She had no clue what beds, couches, and recliners were; she slept on cotton pads with a thin blanket and sat in bean-bag chairs. It wasn't as hot during the nights as it was during the days; nevertheless, it was still warm enough that people didn't need heavy blankets—or blankets at all.
After thoroughly investigating the house, Halley saw a family photo on a shelf in the living room.
'That's the boy I keep seeing in my sleep. That must be his family.' Halley thought as she stared at the picture.
She was so entranced by the photo that she didn't hear someone coming up on her left side.
"You..." The voice growled, causing Halley to turn around quickly; she started slowly backing into the kitchen.
It was Yamcha, but she didn't know him; she didn't even recognize him in any way—from anywhere.
She was not comfortable with Yamcha—this man she didn't know; she was very uncomfortable and scared. There was something about him that made her feel unsafe.
Halley didn't know what to do; she felt tired and weak.
"Why did you have to come around? Why did you come here, to Earth?!" Yamcha yelled at her, scaring her even more with every second that passed—with every step he took.
'Please. Please don't hurt me.' Halley begged in her head; somehow, Yamcha heard her. Without actually knowing how, Halley must've sent her thoughts to him.
"Don't hurt you? Why ever would I hurt you? I mean, since you came around I've admitted to Bulma how I feel about her. But you know what? She says she doesn't feel the same about me; she loves an oath of a man! They even have kids together. It makes me sick! But she was never supposed to know how I felt; I was never going to say anything to anyone . Then, all of a sudden, you show up and I just blurt everything out. Your part Veenian; you're from Venus—the planet of love and such. You must've made me say all that stuff earlier. It's your fault!" Yamcha yelled, scaring Halley even more, causing her to start to shake.
Halley wanted to run—wanted to get away. However, she tripped over her own feet and fell backward onto the floor. That, and she didn't have any energy to run.
"What's the matter? Did you fall and hurt yourself?" Yamcha asked in a child-like tone.
Then his demeanor changed; it became darker.
"I guess you'll do. You are kind of a cute little thing." Yamcha said, eerily calm before charging her.
"Ahhh!" Halley screamed in fear before she started crying. She knew what was about to happen; he was going to attempt to rape her.
There was nothing she could do—nothing but scream and cry—and hope someone heard her.
When everyone arrived in the kitchen, Yamcha was on top of Halley, keeping her from escaping him. He had one of her arms pinned above her head; he couldn't seem to get a hold of her other arm, which, for him, wasn't a good thing.
After a few seconds, one of Halley's arrows appeared for her, and she did the only thing she could think of; she jabbed it into Yamcha's side. Of course, Trunks didn't see that; he just saw red.
"Get off of her!" Trunks yelled, ready to pull Yamcha off of Halley. However, before he could get there, Yamcha was lifted just a little and thrown into the back of Trunks's couch.
Halley had created a small forcefield and pushed him away—Whether she knew or not, nobody knew.
Yamcha was howling in pain.
"Quit your whining; she didn't even throw you that hard. If I were her, I would've thrown you further and harder." Vegeta said, crossing his arms over his chest.
It was then that Bulma noticed Halley's arrow sticking out of Yamcha's side.
"I don't think the throw is why he's hurt; there's an arrow sticking out of his side." Bulma stated, looking at Vegeta.
"You can't tell me that you feel sorry for him. He got what he deserved—not even close. But I suppose, it's what she could do." Vegeta said, looking at Bulma in shock.
"No, I don't feel bad. I'm saying, it's probably the arrow in his side causing him so much pain, not the throw. Hmm? Where did Trunks go?" Bulma explained and then asked, looking around when she didn't see Trunks. He wasn't next to them—and he wasn't by Halley, who was cowering in a corner.
"I'm coming." Trunks sighed, walking over.
"Where'd you go?" Vegeta asked, looking at Trunks.
"My room." Trunks answered as he slowly walked over to Halley.
Vegeta and Bulma just stared at each other before looking back at Trunks.
"Halley?" Trunks asked, kneeling in front of her; she pressed herself into the corner as much as she could.
'How does he know my name?' Halley asked herself, scared, barely looking up at Trunks.
"So, you're a telepath. Though, it seems you don't know how to shut it off. I know your name because Ares told me earlier. Don't you remember?" Trunks asked, looking at her.
Trunks thought that it sounded like an echo when she telepathically spoke. It was nothing like when he and the others would speak telepathically.
'My tiara? The pendant? I have to protect the pendant!' Halley cried, panicking.
"Halley relax; you're going to hurt yourself even more than you already are." Trunks said as calmly as he could, looking at the mess of a girl in front of him.
"You destroyed the stupid pendant with one of these fucking arrows!" Yamcha yelled, ready to use her arrow to attack; he used one of his abilities to shoot the arrow back at her.
Once he shot the arrow, however, she shut her eyes tight. Just before the arrow could hit Trunks (because he was blocking it from hitting her), it disappeared into thin air.
"What the hell?!" Yamcha yelled, pissed off.
"Yamcha, you really need to leave— now !" Bulma strictly warned.
"But... What's that on your neck? What did he do to you?" Yamcha angrily demanded, standing up.
"Vegeta marked me; I belong to him. You cannot touch me without his permission." Bulma calmly answered.
"And if you do, I'll kill you." Vegeta dangerously warned.
"How dare you?! She didn't want that! Bulma, it'll be ok; I'm sure we can figure something out." Yamcha stated, walking towards her.
"I told him he could finally mark me as his." Bulma honestly explained, shocking Yamcha.
"H-how could you do that? How could you do that to me?!" Yamcha yelled.
"Because I love him, not you. And now, I can't even be friends with you. That has nothing to do with Vegeta; it's my personal decision. With what you did to me earlier—and what you just tried to do to Halley!" Bulma yelled, becoming upset.
'How does she know my name?' Halley asked, shaking in her corner.
"I told her. That's my mom; her name is Bulma. That man there, he's my dad; his name is Vegeta. My sister is somewhere; her name is Bulla." Trunks said, looking around.
"She went out with Kolby." Bulma explained.
"Why Yamcha? Why would you do this?" Goku asked, very confused.
"Why? Why?! I'm in love with Bulma! I broke up with Cora for her!" Yamcha yelled, pissed off.
"What does Halley have to do with any of that? She didn't do anything to you; she's been asleep for a long time now." Goku said, looking at Yamcha.
"Because of her, I told Bulma how I felt about her! I was never going to say anything! Then that girl came around! I figured since she's half Veenian..." Yamcha started but was interrupted.
"Venarian." Trunks said as calmly as he could.
"Excuse me?" Yamcha asked, shocked, and annoyed that he was interrupted.
"She's half Venarian. It's pronounced Ve-nar-ian. She is half-Venarian and half-Nekodian." Trunks said, just as annoyed by now.
'H-ho-how does he know that?' Halley asked herself, very confused; her world was starting to spin.
"Whatever she is, she's nothing but a worthless pain in the ass. Who cares if she has Ares's blood running in her veins! She's still nothing special; she can't even fight!" Yamcha yelled, making Halley hug herself and look down; she was starting to feel exceptionally small.
"How do you know that? You weren't here for that conversation." Bulma said in shock, looking at Yamcha.
"The conversation you had with your son and "loving" husband when you first brought the girl in? I was hiding in the garage; I heard everything." Yamcha answered.
"Well, if you heard everything, you would've known I told Vegeta I wanted him to mark me!" Bulma shot back.
"That must've been right after I left. I left while Trunks was giving you those shirts... As I was saying before; she's Venarian and from Venus. So, since she's from Venus (even though she grew up on Mars) she's from love and all that crap. She must've made me confess my feelings. Maybe not directly, but indirectly. She's probably the reason Bulma said it was ok for that thing to mark her—to mark my Bulma. For that, she must pay!" Yamcha explained and then yelled.
"So what?" Bulma coldly asked, looking at Yamcha.
"What?" Yamcha asked, looking at Bulma, shocked at the tone in her voice.
"So what if she's the reason I decided to let my husband—the love of my life—mark me? From what I understand of Aphrodite... From the stories, legends, myths, or whatever you want to call them... If she's around two people who love each other but can't admit it—whatever's in their hearts come out. So, if I allowed Vegeta to mark me, it's what was in my heart. I think I've always said no before because I was scared; I heard it was painful. But it wasn't that bad. Just because you're not getting what you want, doesn't mean you can hurt an innocent girl. Now, please just go—and leave us alone. I don't care if you hang out with any of the others; stay away from me and my family." Bulma said, dead serious, finally getting through to Yamcha, who ran out of the house, holding his side, crying in sadness, anger, and pain.
"I guess I'll go now..." Goku mumbled; he was so shocked that he couldn't be his usual happy, goofy self.
"I know he's your friend, Goku. And that's fine; I can't be friends with him anymore. I can't speak for any of you—and I suppose I shouldn't speak for my family. You can hang out with him whenever you want." Bulma said as calmly as she could.
"I can. He's not to go near anyone in my family." Vegeta growled.
"Here, give him this if you see him." Trunks said, throwing Goku a Senzu Bean; he caught it easily.
"Why are you giving him one of those?" Vegeta asked, annoyed.
"Because... Even though he's an ass, he doesn't deserve to die. Jail sure, but not death. That's not good enough for the likes of him; that's too easy. Now, as for you..." Trunks thoughtfully said before looking back at Halley.
'What is he going to do to me? Ahh! Ow! Wh-what happened to me? What is this thing?' Halley asked, panicking as she felt her chest where there was a bandage.
"Calm down. Relax. It's ok; you're ok. You're safe. I'm not going to do anything to you. You're wearing one of my shirts; my mom is the one who changed your clothes so that you wouldn't become really sick. She also bandaged up all your wounds. The worst ones were on your cheek and your chest—where you were impaled with a sword. You're looking at me like I'm confusing you. Don't you remember any of that?" Trunks asked, looking at Halley, who just looked back, confused; she shook her head no.
'My tiara and the Arien pendant...' Halley thought to herself, looking around.
"Well—what Yamcha said was true. You used one of your arrows to stab it until it shattered. As for your tiara thing... That was destroyed when you shot that Oiel character with your arrow with it attached. Here's what's left of your tiara; the pendant was completely destroyed. There was nothing left of it; I looked when I was stuck on the ground." Vegeta explained as he set her tiara (which was in three different pieces) on the counter.
"Poor thing. Maybe she hit her head?" Bulma asked, looking at Trunks and Vegeta.
"I don't think so. But I don't really know; I couldn't see her at all times. When Gohan and I first got to where she was, she was hiding under an old shed—that's no longer there. One of those men transformed his arm into some kind of lasso and dragged her out from under there. I suppose she could've hit her head that point." Trunks said, looking from his mom to Halley, back to his mom.
"There's the time I got knocked into her. But I didn't see whether or not she hit her head; I only seen her removing her tiara thing, setting it on the ground, and then stabbing it." Vegeta said calmly, looking at Halley.
"If she didn't hit her head, there's only one other thing I can think of that would cause her to lose her memories of just a few hours ago." Bulma said, looking directly at Halley.
"What are you thinking?" Trunks asked right away; he wanted to know how he could help Halley.
"Trauma. Something happened to her—or she witnessed something so horrible or shocking that her mind just shut down. She forgot whatever it is that her mind is keeping blocked." Bulma sadly explained.
'Home. I need to go home.' Trunks heard Halley's thoughts.
"Halley, I have something that'll help you feel better; it'll heal all your wounds. You might have scars, but you won't have to wear those bandages anymore." Trunks calmly explained, looking at her; she was still in the corner, looking down.
'—What is it?' Halley slowly asked.
"It's called a Senzu Bean. See? All it is, is a green bean; it'll make you feel better." Trunks said, looking at her.
'Will you take me home?' Halley softly asked, looking up a little.
"Back to Mars?" Trunks asked, kind of shocked, looking at her.
'Yes.' Halley replied.
"Why the hell would you want to go back to Mars?! From what I understand, it's been completely destroyed and everyone there is dead." Vegeta exclaimed, shocked and annoyed, becoming angry.
"Dad!" "Vegeta!" Trunks and Bulma exclaimed, shocked.
"That's her home; that's all she knows. You could be a little nicer!" Bulma yelled at her husband.
"*Sigh.* But he is right—you have nothing to go home to." Trunks calmly said, looking at Halley as she hung her head again.
'Please?' "Please?" Halley thought and then softly asked out loud, shocking Trunks, Vegeta, and Bulma.
At this point, Halley figured the only way she'd maybe get what she wanted is if she physically spoke—and also make a bargain.
"I don't want to go back; I need to go back... Not to stay. I just need some things; they're very important. I would really like to have them. I know exactly where they are; it wouldn't take me very long to get them—or at least not the ones at home. The last thing is elsewhere. Please? I-I'll do whatever you want me to do; I won't fight you in any way. I know I don't know much, but I can learn. If you want babies, I can do that too. Please? I just—I just— They're very important to me. Please." Halley pleaded through tears—so many tears.
Trunks, Bulma, and Vegeta were incredibly shocked; they couldn't believe what they were hearing.
'Whatever she wants—must be really important if she's speaking, begging, and crying like this. Ares said she rarely speaks.' Trunks thought to himself.
"What the hell could be so important?!" Vegeta asked, pissed off.
"When do you need to go? How soon do you need to get there?" Trunks asked, ignoring his dad.
"Umm... I don't know how you say it here. But the faster the better." Halley softly said, still looking down.
"Do you know where exactly you want to be?" Trunks asked, sighing.
"Yes. 6-15-24 Central Mars." Halley softly responded.
Just looking at her, Trunks couldn't possibly tell her no at this moment; she looked utterly defeated. She's lost so much—and all she wanted was a few trinkets. As long as she one hundred percent knew where they were...
"*Sigh.* Ok. Here's the deal: you eat this Senzu Bean, let me call some of my friends, and we'll all go to Mars. But you only have forty-five minutes. If you don't have everything you need by the time time's up, you're just going to have to live without them. And while I understand you know the area you live in, you do not go running off anywhere; you stay with me or one of my friends. That's my deal. Do you understand?" Trunks sternly asked, looking at her.
"Yes." Halley softly responded, still looking down.
"Good. Here, eat this. I'll be right back. Dad, don't even." Trunks said, handing her the Senzu Bean. He then walked past his parents and to his room while Halley ate the Senzu Bean. She didn't like it very much; she made a face as she swallowed it. But it made her feel better.
Bulma slowly walked over and knelt in front of Halley, trying not to startle her.
"Hi. Are you feeling better now?" Bulma kindly asked; Halley slowly nodded her head.
"You're no longer hurting?" Bulma asked again; Halley slowly shook her head no.
"Can you remove your bandages on your own—or would you like help?" Bulma asked, looking at the scared, distressed girl in front of her.
"Help, please." Halley softly replied.
"Ok. Hold still." Bulma said as she slowly and carefully started removing the bandage from her face.
Five Minutes Later:
"Were you able to get a hold of anybody?" Bulma asked when Trunks came back out.
"Yeah. I got a hold of Goku, Gohan, Goten, Kolby and Piccolo. They'll be here in a few minutes; they just have to get ready. Oh, and Kolby said that Bulla is home sleeping; she fell asleep during the movie or whatever." Trunks calmly answered, noticing Halley was still sitting in the corner.
"I got all the bandages off her; they're all healed. She only has two scars: the one on her chest and the one on her cheek. She's still—I guess upset is a good word." Bulma explained with a sigh.
"Right. Halley?" Trunks asked, standing in front of her.
'Yes?' Halley thought.
"Can you give me your hands?" Trunks asked, standing there, reaching his arms down to her.
She clearly didn't understand.
'Why does he want my hands? But if that's what he wants...' Halley thought as an arrow appeared; she was going to try cutting her hands off.
"No! No, no, no. I mean, let me help you up. Give me your hands, means reach up, and I'll help you stand." Trunks explained when he saw what she was going to do.
'Oh.' Halley thought, blushing, slightly embarrassed as her arrow disappeared.
"So, Mars—it's really hot there?" Trunks asked, gently pulling her up so she was standing.
'Very.' Halley answered.
"So, what I'm wearing now should be fine?" Trunks asked as the others showed up.
'Yes.' Halley answered.
"So, Mars huh? I've never been there; this should be fun!" Goku happily exclaimed with his big goofy smile, showing up with the others...