Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Balance ❯ Burden ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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It had all past too quickly.

"A few hours at the most," The doctor said as he began to pack his tools, "I'm really sorry. She was quite a woman."

"Was," he growled, "She's not gone yet, you prick." The doctor backed away in fear of the dark man's eyes.

This evil looking man appeared; well he appeared like he could kill. It was the pallid hand on the dark man's arm that calmed him.

"Father," said the pale, purple headed young man. He had his mother's coloring. "It isn't worth it."

"When she's involved, it's always worth it," he roared.

"It's not his fault."

Amazing how these words could have such an effect on the dark man. He covered his face with one hand and turned away, storming out of sight.

A storm raged outside of the house.

"I'm sorry about that. He's temperamental about mom. He has been for as long as I can remember. What do I owe you?" The boy removed his wallet.

The doctor shook his head, "Nothing. She was quite a woman, your mother. I wouldn't take money from your family for her care. And certainly when there's nothing I can do." The Doctor looked almost as forlorn about the death as the son. "The world's about to lose something incredible, Trunks, in her. Tell him I said that, okay, your father."

"Yes the world is. . . I'll tell him. Though I think he already knows. Just a few more hours?" The doctor nodded and Trunks saw the man out. "I suppose I should find Bra." He flew out into the rain. His leaving served two purposes. The first to retrieve his sister and second to let his parents have some time alone. For Dende knew they needed it.

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She was staring out the window when he came into the room. Staring out the window, hiding her cerulean eyes from his abyssal ones. It would be harder to let go if she looked into them. If she fell into them like she always did.

He had to admit she had aged incredibly. Must have been genes from her mother who had not aged a day past thirty until she died.(a/n: sorry to break the mood here but think about that Bunni Briefs looks nearly the exact same in all of the sagas. Its creepy and it would figure Bulma would be like this as well.) The wrinkles she had were almost pleasant. Crow's feet showed how much she smiled and the lines on her mouth, how much she laughed. They were graceful lines. She was not ugly in the way age turned most people. No, she could never be ugly. Yet she had still aged. And that was the very reason he was about to lose her. A factor he could not control or dominate. Damn it all!

"How much longer," she whispered in that voice he did not know how he would live without.

"I don't want to tell you," he answered truthfully and crossed his muscled arms in typical manner.

"That short, eh? Honestly I never thought it come down to this," She laughed a little and watched the rain on the window, "With all the adventures I've had in my life I though for sure. . ." She sighed and didn't finish. Bulma patted the space beside their bed.

A silent invitation he was almost afraid to take. But as those eyes turned from the window to plead with him he felt himself drawn to her like moth to flame. He sat down and pulled her into his embrace so that the back of her head rested on his shoulder. He buried his face in her blue hair now flecked with gray. She still smelled the same. No medicine or alcohol could be detected on her scent.

Vegeta's breath on her neck made her giggle.

"Like that, do you, onna?"

"I guess some things will never change," she sighed at the name.

"Damn straight, always my onna," he growled. She punched his leg weakly.

"How do we always end up in this same conversation?"

"Don't ask me. You're the one who talks in circles, onna." She punched him again and he laughed into her hair. "Foolish earthling, you think you can harm me?"

"That sounds familiar," she mused. She began to play with his hand that was attached to the arm he had wrapped around her waist.

The touch brought back memories. He still wondered what had ever possessed her not to recoil from his calloused bloody hands. Or what had caused her to take the next step and return it with her silken ones. How would he live without her?

"Do you remember the first time you said that to me?" She said.

"I remember every minute of the time I've spent with you, onna."

"Careful, Vegeta, you're sounding out of character." He had always loved the way his name sounded on her tongue. Man was he going soft or what? He had not realized he had gotten so attached to her. He supposed it had just happened over the years. She was a constant in his life like the sun or training. He had only really realized how much he needed her when . . . he did not like to think about that time.

"I'm afraid," she whispered suddenly.

His arms, still around her, tightened.

"I mean I know what it's like in the other dimension and all but I'm still afraid."

"Why?"

"I'll be separated from you," she said and then looked up to see the reaction in his eyes. He was startled, his eyes widening told her that much. She spoke again quietly, "Honestly, I don't know what I'll do."

"I won't be long after you," he said finally. She shook her head however.

"But you're a warrior. You'll have your body. I won't."

"They'll make an exception."

"How do you know that?"

"You're my wife, my mate, they'll have no choice."

Bulma tossed her head back and laughed. "You would do something like that!"

But the laugh turned into cough and the cough turned into hacking.

He felt as her body trembled with each wretched spurt of air.

"I'm sorry," he said as she finally stopped.

"Nonsense," she rasped, "It's not your fault. I'm rather tired."

He sucked in breath quickly. Not quite as audible as a gasp but just as effective in expressing surprise with Bulma being as close as she was.

"No silly," she said, "Not like that. I just want to rest a little. I'm not going to die in my sleep. I refuse to pass so easily. I'll wait till I can say goodbye to everyone."

"You better wait," he said with a bit of a growl, "I'll leave then." He began to extricate him but she squeezed his arm.

"No stay. I haven't slept in your arms in two weeks. Stay, just for a little while."

"Very well, little onna," he whispered into her hair again, "I'll stay."

He removed himself only so he could take off his shoes and get under the blankets with her. They returned to their previous position and her eyes fluttered closed as she fell into deep sleep. He followed her. And strangely enough their dreams were shared. Dreams of the past.

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It began with the wish. That's where it all started. The one that accidentally brought him back to life. They had worded in wrongly.

The wish was supposed to be full proof. Only bringing back the Nameks and none of the baddies the Ice-jin had killed in other days. Yeah, foolproof. Bulma had prided herself on the wording of the wish until. . .

"What in the HFIL is going on?!"

Crap. Bulma looked to see one angered Saiyan prince beside all the green folk. He was hard to miss in his shattered armor and hair that was shaped rather like the flame of a candle. Crapity crap crap crap.

That had been over two months ago and now Bulma was certain she was living in HFIL. She had of course invited (not willingly of course there was some convincing on the part of the Z-senshi) the Saiya-jin to live with her because it was her fault he was alive. Yamcha had promptly moved out due to his presence. Something Bulma desperately wished she could do. The man was intolerable.

"ONNA! GET YOUR FAT ASS DOWN HERE AND FIX THE GR!"

He did not even bother entering the house to scream at her. That alone was enough to send her into a flying rage. She threw open the window to her lab window, which conveniently faced said training facility.

"I HAVE A NAME YOU KNOW, MONKEY! AND IT WOULD DO YOU WELL TO REMEMBER IT! AND I AM NOT FAT," she screamed back at the top of her lungs. "AND FURTHERMORE IF YOU WOULD LIKE- WAIT A MINUTE! YOU COME BACK HERE I'M NOT DONE YET!" Vegeta who saw no point in listening to the puny earth woman's tirade had promptly turned away from her and started walking to the housing compound probably to get something to eat. This sort of thing happened everyday. She was sick of it, and now was the time for pay back

Bulma growled, slammed the window shut and grabbed her tool box. She was so sick of being his slave. She knew he treated others like this but she would be damned if he was going to treat her, Bulma Brief the most beautiful and intelligent woman on earth, like that. She started to form a plan as she muttered about "pompous idiot monkey princes." Oh he was going to pay.

On the next `Balance': What is Bulma planning? A date between Bulma and Yamcha (yech! There will be some bashing here folks). And some of Vegeta's reflections on his situation. As well as a sprinkling of B/V (just a smidge people, she's still dating Yamcha after all)

A/N: Yeah I know the first part is sappy. So sue me (don't really I have nightmares about lawyers) I am female. And I know the second isn't that great but it will get better okay? Let me just say how much I love the B/V genre. When saw on DBZ the Bulma and Vegeta ended up together I thought `What a perfect match!' And I really thought that it was just a one night stand sort of thing until I learned of the existence of Bra in GT (which I hate by the way GT, not Bra). I personally believe there is no such thing as a bad B/V fic (none that I've come across yet) **dodges the fiery flames of reviewers past**

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