Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bend. I will not break. ❯ Forgetting and Digging up the past. ( Chapter 7 )

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BEND.  I WILL NOT BREAK. - CHAPTER 7 - FORGETTING AND DIGGING UP THE PAST.


DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL/Z/GT. ALL CHARACTERS ARE A PRODUCT OF AKIRA TORIYAMA. This story may contain Nudity, Sexual Themes, Violence/Gore, Strong Language, Ideologically Sensitive.

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-Vegeta’s Room-


He awoke and looked around his room noting the absence of another warm body in his bed. The only evidence that she had ever been there was her still lingering sent on his bedding and his person. He breathed it in deeply to savor it. He looked again to the empty space in his bed that she once occupied. –It’s just as well.- He thought as he hoped out of bed to shower. He had almost regretted not marking her as his, but it was just a fleeting thought. Her smell was intoxicating and covering his skin it did little to curb his hunger for her.


-Bulma’s Room-


She stretched her limbs as she clinched her jaw to stifle a yawn. She was feeling the effects of the previous night with the dull ache in her body as a reminder. She knew it would never work. She didn’t want any kind of relationship. -It was a onetime thing, right?- She blinked back her blurry vision and got out of bed not bothering to take her sheet long with her. She was alone or so she thought when she saw him smirking at her in all her glory while leaning against her wall. “What are you doing here?”


“Why, does my presence bother you? That didn’t seem to be a problem last night.” He sneered with mirth.


“I came to my room to be alone, and then I wake up and find you here.” She growled out. He was in her territory now and she was already on the defensive after noticing his presence.


“Woman, I only came here to ask you a question.” His smirk disappeared and his face took on a serious expression.


“A question?” She asked in innocent curiosity. He had her attention.


“Yes.” His face remained as stone.


“Okay?” He brain zipped through all of the possible questions he would ask her.


“Are you using some form of hormone suppressant to deter conception?” His stoic façade almost gave way as he saw her jaw drop so fast he was sure it would unhinge itself. It was priceless. Just as soon as her shock wore off he could see her anger begin to boil to the surface. He couldn’t hold it together any longer and his laughter rolled forth in roaring waves. She was about to blow in three-tw—


“IS THAT ALL, YOU JERK!! Let me get back to you in a few weeks and then I’ll let you know if you knocked me up or not!!” Her state of undress was forgotten. She was beyond pissed, but what did she expect from this self loving asshole.


All laughter stopped and he only made a choking sound in the back of his throat. “Onna?” He said with half anger and half something else that sounded kind of like fear.


“You don’t have anything to worry about! Now GET THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM!!!!” She said using her mental tendrils to launch him out the door then slamming it closed.


He chuckle to himself as he rubbed his head. She had actually managed to hurt him this time. He knew she would be fuming for the next week over his comment. –It looks like I’ll be spending most of my time in the training room. If nothing else but to prevent hearing loss.- With that thought he headed for his refuge.


-A Week Later-


During this week’s time: they would see each other several times each day. The first few days Vegeta thought it best to leave her alone. As time went on he would try and goad her into an argument, but to no avail. She hadn’t spoken a word to him since she threw him out of her room. He could tell she was still pissed for this was the longest while in his presence she was silent. Not only did she refuse to speak to him, but she refuse to acknowledge his existence all together. Now it was starting to piss him off. At first he was glad because he didn’t have to hear her bitch. –How dare she ignore me!- He actually missed her voice. Then one day out of the blue she acted as if nothing happened between them. Vegeta didn’t know whether to be relieved or pissed. For now he would follow her example and pretend like nothing happened.

The computerized voice brought both Vegeta and Bulma to attention.


*PLANET ON APPROACH. ESTIMATED TIME OF ARRIVAL ON PLANET CHIKYUU IN 35.08 MINUTES* They locked eyes for a moment. Bulma tore he eyes from Vegeta’s gaze, stood and left the control room to her room to ready herself for the coming mission before returning to the bridge/control room. Bulma peered out the window on the bridge. The blue, green, and white planet came into view. She gasped. Vegeta looked over to her at response to the sight.“That planet… it can’t be.” She stumbled with her words, but she could care less for she was in a state of shock. “This is Chikyuu? But it looks like…” She said to herself.


“Yes, it’s Chikyuu.” Vegeta was confused by her behavior. “Where did you think we were going?” He almost laughed but the shock written of her face was eerie.


Soon after landing they were on the surface and again Bulma was deathly quiet. The planet looked as if it may have been beautiful and full of life once. Vegeta couldn’t help but wonder what exactly was going on in her head. “What’s wrong with you, woman?! “ He was aggravated with her and couldn’t stop from voicing his distaste.


“…my planet… Earth… ruined.” She mumbled and only a few of her words were intelligible.

“You’re not making any sense.” He was really starting to lose his patience with her.

“This is my planet! It’s called Earth.” Bulma said with a voice full of pain. He knew that pain. He knew it firsthand. Then he took to the sky and she followed shortly after. He looked back at her from time to time to make sure she was coming. He was glad that this was a reconnaissance mission. She could sit this one out for the most part. Part of him wanted to comfort her and take her into his arms. The other part of his wanted to slap her and bring her back to face reality. He decided that he would say nothing for now.


They would soon enter what used to be Bulma’s old home town, West City. Bulma stopped mid flight, something had caught her eye and she was staring intently. She flew to an old dilapidated building that somewhat resemble a giant dome. She hover in the air just in front of the old crumbling building. Vegeta noticing Bulma had stopped circled back and flew to her side.


“What-“ It was the only thing he could get out before she cut him off. “It was my home.” She said somberly. “Were you a princess?”


“No, but I was the richest little girl on the planet. I was nine when Zarbon found me here…” She trailed off as if fearing some kind of admission.“What of your family?” He asked in earnest.


“Zarbon… my emwi… is my only family now.” She responded sadly.


“So you and Zarbon are…” He didn’t want to finish the sentence. Something in his chest hurt at the thought that she belonged to someone else.


“Brother and Sister. Emwi is brother, and Suri is sister.” She admitted to him.


“Did Zarbon kill your family?” Since she was talking to him now he tried to keep it that way with asking any question he could think of, but asking this one he wished he could take it back once it was asked after seeing the look on her face it caused.


“No. My mother and father weren’t killed… They were murdered.” She said each word she spoke more quietly than the last. Had Vegeta not had his saiyan hearing he would have missed the last word. Before he could ask who murdered he parents, she answered his unspoken question. “I murdered them.” She nearly broke into sobs.











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