Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Alternate Reality ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter Four:

Hurt.

It was nothing like the physical torment he went through earlier in his life. It suddenly felt as if some hole that hadn't been filled in half a decade was just ripped open again and the void was exposed. Well, now what?

He had a whole day ahead of him, and Vegeta didn't care too much for these foreign feelings of rejection and emotional pain. Emotions were, as he'd believed most of his life, for the weak. But finding out the truth after thirteen years of strong feelings didn't help hide them. So, finding that the one person he had come back to see obviously didn't want to see him, Vegeta decided to visit the second-most important person in his life. Trunks.

The boy, he realized, was thirteen years old, the age when things in his life would change. And it didn't help that his mother was to marry a man who, if it had not been for his unfaithfulness, Trunks would've never been conceived. Go figure.

Something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. The GR. He'd thought that it wouldn't even exist anymore except for the minute detail that Bulma had said earlier. Trunks didn't want to have it destroyed. So, having nothing better to do with the rest of his . . . nineteen hours . . . Vegeta floated down to the ground and walked over to the large machine.

He placed a gloved hand on the door. Now this brought back memories. But without another thought, he felt through the glove; it was warm. He could then hear the distant hum of electricity flowing to it. The thing was running! He then peered in the tiny window to see his son, lavender hair and all, meditating in one hundred times normal gravity. A prideful smirk graced the dead warrior's face. And the boy was only thirteen.

~*~*~*~

Trunks sat in the middle of the room, his eyes closed in deep meditation. He enjoyed this part of the day the most, finding it relaxing, and his thoughts almost reassuring. It was good, every morning, to come and have somewhere to think. It was like his second home.

But something was different today. Something was off, wrong even, yet didn't feel awkward. A different presence. He wasn't sure at first if that's what it was, but by the time he was meditating, it all became clear. There was a different person on the Capsule Corp. compound, and Trunks didn't like it much.

The ki felt very familiar, yet it also felt distant. Like it really wasn't there at all. It suddenly struck him though. It was his father.

His eyes shot open and he immediately went to turn the gravity off and open the door. He stood in the doorway, dumbfounded, staring at the image of his father in a typical pose.

"Dad?" He blinked a few times at the figure who looked, felt, and appeared to be his father. Vegeta said nothing to the boy, but was suddenly pulled into a tight hug.

"Dad!!" Trunks said into Vegeta's chest. "It really is you!" Trunks then pulled away to stare at his father in awe. He was full of questions, but only one seemed to keep resurfacing on his mind.

"What exactly are you doing here?"

Vegeta blinked at the audacity of the boy's question. He then realized that he really had no clue. So he answered the boy as truthfully as possible.

"Visiting," was the only explaination that came to mind.

Trunks, for the first time, noticed the halo hovering above his father's head and a disappointed look crossed his features. "I was hoping that you would stay here for good." The boy's face then took on a sour look. "I wish you could bring mom back down to Earth. She seems to have her head stuck in the clouds a lot lately." His eyes darted to the ground. "And I don't know what she even sees in Yamcha," he said with distaste.

Vegeta smirked at the statement. Trunks was definitely related to his father. "And I take it that you loathe this wedding as well."

"I really don't like it. It's not even the fact that it's Yamcha. Although that really doesn't help. But it's just seeing mom looking for a new dress to buy when I know for a fact that she has one in her closet." Trunks leaned against the large machine and looked to the seemingly cloudless sky. "And also the fact that she wears a different ring on her hand. She acts as if she wants to forget you. To bury her memories of you along with your coffin."

Vegeta turned away and began to retreat. "Perhaps she does." He was stopped by a simple word that he hadn't heard in five years.

"Father," Trunks said to Vegeta's back, "don't do anything rash."

Vegeta smirked, still turned around. Trunks took after his mother too much.

The dead warrior soon realized that he had no clue where he was going. He didn't live at Capsule Corp. anymore. The sickening feeling of deep nostalgia just wouldn't go away. He could still feel the eyes of his son on his retreating back. He didn't turn around though. He didn't give in.

~*~*~*~

"You're up early, love," Yamcha addressed his blue-haired fiancé when she walked into the breakfast nook.

Bulma half-smiled back at him. Her eyes looked tired still and red with what appeared to be lack of sleep. And she suddenly felt her age. But she still looked young. And that's what counts, she convinced herself. Her little rendezvous with Vegeta didn't help though.

Vegeta . . . Her mind wandered on the subject of the dead ex-lover until she finally settled herself with thinking that she was over him and getting on with her life, getting married to someone else.

"Is there something wrong, Bulma?" Yamcha asked when Bulma became to fascinated with the contents of her coffee cup.

Bulma blinked back to reality at the sound of his voice. "Oh. Yeah. I'm fine," she tried to reassure him.

Yamcha let it slide and pretended to believe her, humoring her false assurances. His eyes went back to looking out the window. Suddenly, he spotted something interesting that shocked him.

It was Bulma's turn to become curious when Yamcha set his empty coffee cup down and walked outside. She walked over to the window and peered out to see exactly what he'd seen, and her brow furrowed.

"Oh shit."

~*~*~*~

Vegeta stopped when he knew exactly who was following him. He couldn't help but smirk when he turned around. "So we meet again as rivals. Funny, don't you think?"

Yamcha glared. "I find nothing funny about it. What are you doing here?"

"I save the Earth and come back to this? Don't I get to come visit sometime?" Vegeta was feeling overly sarcastic at the moment.

"It was your choice not to come back." Yamcha stated.

Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest. "So now I'm the bad guy?"

"You left Bulma alone with Trunks without even so much as a good-bye!" Yamcha was getting angry at Vegeta's attitude. He was almost ready to pin the dead warrior to the ground.

"Oh! So NOW you bring my family up! My family in which you have stolen!"

"You were nowhere to be found! Bulma was helpless and lonely and I was there to help her!"

"You mean you were there to take advantage of her! It's not as if she were dying!"

Yamcha tried to stop himself from yelling at the prince. "She might have."

Vegeta couldn't take it anymore either. The ignorance and audacity of this former rival was getting to him.

"Stop this right now!!" a female voice called from the house.

Both men looked to see Bulma standing there, a look of anger etched across her porcelain face. Yamcha wanted to run to her. Vegeta still wanted to strangle Yamcha. Neither man got what he wanted.

Bulma walked to where the two men stood and proceeded to stand in the middle of them. "Yamcha," she said with a demanding tone of voice, "go inside. This is between Vegeta and I."

Before Yamcha could protest, he found himself walking back toward the house to leave Bulma and Vegeta alone.

"I can't believe you," Bulma asid softly, angrily. "You leave me for five years to show up on my balcony and yell at my fiancé. It was detrimental enough to have you leave like that in the first place."

Vegeta had no words to say, and so he just stood there, listening to her berating and condoning words.

"I guess it really doesn't help knowing that the last time I saw you alive, you were killing innocent people. I never did forget that."

Score one more painful memory. Vegeta would remember that day, that hour, for the rest of his life. The feeling of absolute power as he stood in the center of the ring, staring down his rival with the same cocky grin he had when he had first come to Earth. The blast that he had shot from his hand was ultimately aimed for the man in the orange gi, but was deflected and accidentally sent into the stadium seats. He had killed innocent people for the first time in almost ten years. And it felt great. He held up his right hand and faced his open palm to the right side of the stadium. If Kakarot was going to refuse to fight him, Vegeta would not hesitate to fire the blast forming in his open palm. He could hear the screams of protest by the Supreme Kai and Goku, but he refused to listen. Within seconds, there were two gaping holes in the Tenkaichi Boudokai stadium. And at least a hundred casualties. And Vegeta relished it.

Bulma continued to glare at Vegeta while he recalled the sickeningly painful memory. "I would prefer it if you didn't ever come back," she said, and then turned to walk back to the house.

"Then so be it."

From a corner of the house, a man sat in the bushes, watching the fiasco.

**YAY!!! Done!! Finally!

I know you've not seen me in a while. . . well. . . I've been through a hell of a lot lately and it's effected my writing too. Just watch. You'll see. Breaking up DOES have an affect on things in life. Just wait for Ch. 5.**