Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of the Saiyans ❯ The Present: Severance ( Chapter 4 )

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Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of the Saiyans

Chapter 4: The Present: Severance

    "Woman get back here!" Vegeta bellowed.  "Get your fatigued ass in here and eat!" Bulma shouted. Vegeta complied, only because he was fatigued and he was rather hungry, as he hasn't eaten since dinner.  He entered the kitchen with a scowl on his face.  Once he saw the large amount of food on the table, he smirked momentarily.  Sitting down at the table, Bulma handed a large plate of eggs, sausage, ham, bacon, steak, and fruit.  Vegeta would deny it, but he did have a slight sweet tooth.  His stomach reinforced his appetite by growling it's impatience. POV: Narrator
    Vegeta began to eat his meal, while Bulma watched him in silence with a smirk on her face.  After he had eaten all of the food on his plate, he walked lazily down the hall to the bathroom.  He did his business, and turned on the shower.  While the water was warming, he shed his stinking training suit and tossed it in the hamper.  Looking in the mirror, he noticed the bruises from his training; as well as the fatigue, from getting so little sleep.
    The main reason why he had been sleeping so little, is because Kakarott was there... in his dreams.  That clueless yet, magnetic smile, drew him.  At the same time he knew there was something else... the cluelessness was not present in his eyes.  His eyes showing such a depth of intelligence, hidden, yet revealed in just a look.  Social ineptitude aside, he wasn't as foolish as he appears.
    After the water reached the desired temperature, Vegeta opened the shower door and steped in.  After cleaning himself he dried himself using his aura, not bothering to use a towel.  Pushing the previous thoughts aside, he walked sleepily over to his bed and climbed in nude, too tired to put anything on, and fell asleep.

 

    Goku finished his breakfast.  Chichi cleared the table, put the dishes in the sink and sat back down at the table.  If it wasn't for that strange look in her eyes, Goku would have dashed out of there as fast as he could, so he wouldn't have to listen to her bitching about shopping and money and jobs, and how stupid he is.
    "Goku, this morning I realized something simple, yet profound."  She stated with a serious look now on her face.  "I don't know how to say it any other way, so I will speak bluntly.  Goku you are free..." He looked at her with confusion on his face.  "...We have both died and have been brought back to life by Shenron.  When we died, our marriage ended.  Yes we aren't married anymore  The contract states '...Until death do you part...' and that is why you are free. I will move out tomorrow morning."  Goku sat there with his mouth hanging open and his eyes wide, dumbstruck, trying to assimilate all that she had told him.  When he finally recovered enough to speak, he said: "Why?"  "Goku, we both know that you will far outlive me.  You have needs that I cannot fulfill.  I am not as young as I used to be.  Besides my father is ill and I want to take care of him in his last days.  And I have become aware that you love someone else."
    "But I love you Chichi." Goku said.  "I know you do, but you love Vegeta more."  Goku fell out of his chair at his ex-wife's words.  If he wasn't in enough shock before, he was now.  "You are drawn to him. He is the only other Saiyan left.  You speak his name in your sleep.  You even cry in your sleep, saying how you wish he knew how you felt.  Go.  I want you to be happy." POV: Chichi
      I sit there at the table observing his reaction to my revelation.  His face paled, awash with emotion: Sadness. Denial, Relief, Frustration as he finally realized what it was he felt for Vegeta, and why had it taken him this long to figure it out.  I watch him try to compose himself, tears in his eyes longing to burst forth.  He looks at me and I give him a reassuring smile, tears also in my eyes.  My eyes follow him  as he get back on his feet, walking out the door, flying into the sky.     The dishes are waiting for me in the kitchen sink.  I get up, push my chair in, and walk to the task waiting for me.  The sink bowl now filled with soapy water, I begin scrubbing the sticky syrup off the plates.  Standing there I begin to sob, the tears I have been holding back, now flowing freely down my cheeks as I am hit full force by the finality of what I had just done.  That was the last time I cook his favorite breakfast as a couple.
    The house is now spotless.  I plop myself down on the couch to rest.  Then I start screeching at myself about what I could have done differently in my life.  After a few hours of  things like "What the hell was I thinking!" and  "That fucking dolt."  Pacing the whole house I get angrier and angrier at myself. I finally collapse into my bed and cry myself to sleep after having several bipolar lapses.
    Freedom.  A priceless privilege.  Yet when it is bought and sold, the price is very great.  I sit on a rocky ledge overlooking the ocean, rolling these musings, and what Chichi told me a few hours ago.  How did she know? I didn't even know myself.  The pain.  It hits me.  It hurts.  I've been crying for hours.  I can't even make a sound, as my throat and my eyes are dry.
    I am being watched from a short distance.  By who, I don't care.  I didn't even feel them approach, their power being suppressed.  My observer just sits in a branch of a tree that is nearby, in silence.  I don't bother to look up, for I now know who it is: Vegeta.  Oddly, he doesn't spout any snide remarks, nor does he preach about how 'True Saiyans don't cry' just silence.  In a way this is comforting.  Words cannot express how I feel right now.  The closest thing I can think of is 'between a rock and a hard place.'
    I turn around and look in his direction.  He floats out of the tree and lands in front of me.  I look at his face.  It appears rather blank, with a hint of, concern?  I do not bother with any pretenses and stare him in the eyes.  This seems to surprise him, since I don't usually have such a serious countenance, unless I am fighting.  Walking toward him, keeping my gaze fixed.  I stop just three fee in front of him.  "Thank you." I say before I fly home, somewhat embarrassed that he saw me crying my heart out.
    Bulma pressed the button to summon the robotic maids to have them clean up the kitchen after she ate lunch.  Vegeta's 'lunch' was packed in the fridge for when he woke up.  After a few hours Trunks enters the house and makes a beeline for the fridge.  After doing that, he heads to the living room and sits next to his mother on the sofa to watch TV.  Bulma turns down the TV and turns toward her son.  "Trunks I have noticed you have been distant with Goten.  He has not been here in a month.  Before he used to practically live here.  Do you want to tell me what is wrong?" POV: Trunks
    I look at my mother and cross my arms.  "Fine. I suppose if I don't tell you, you'll just pester me till I do so here is the story."  I say in an annoyed tone.  "Last month Goku and Chichi were out of the house while Goten had to do some chores before we could spar.  After waiting an hour for him to show up at our sparring grounds, I decide to go over to his house to see if he was finished.  When I arrived  his laundry was not hanging out to dry.  I could sense he was home but he didn't come out to greet me, of  course I had my aura suppressed so I could surprise him.  But I was in for a surprise.  I let myself inside and walked down the hall to his room.... He was naked lying on his bed jerking off to a picture of me!  And was moaning 'Oh Trunks I love you!'  I was stunned. But I recovered enough to go back to the sparring grounds as fast as I could so as not to be caught by him.  Do you know how it feels to have your best friend doing that and thinking of you?" POV: Narrator     Trunks and Bulma's faces were now crimson.  "No I don't Trunks, but you have to tell him how you feel about it."  Bulma said.  "And you did sneak in on him.  So why should you let that drive a wedge between you and him?  Also is it possible you feel the same way and are just hiding?"  Bulma said with a smirk.  Trunks turned  an even darker crimson, but that changed to white as a sheet, when Vegeta walked into the room.