Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bitter Harvest ❯ Infected ( Chapter 9 )

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Infected

By: WeaverOfDreams

Song lyrics= ~bold~

She knew it was too good to be true. Ever since that ultimatum from Charen, formerly Redd , her son had been training, losing himself in the endless battle. He had never truly forgiven his father, they remained in polite civility to each other. Bulma saw it however, the underlaying frustration and rage in her son's blue eyes every time he looked at his father. He lost his optimism, his zest, now all he did was brood and train. He was becoming his father. She never realized how much Charen meant to him. It was surprising, they had only known each other for a brief amount of time and yet they effected each other so much. At least, the relationship effected her son greatly. She had to wonder on Charen's true feelings with her parting words. A year had almost come since she left and there was a sense of dread in the air. Would her son fight the woman he loved? She knew he would, he was part Sayijin, he would fight, but would his heart be in it?

She looked out the window watching the lights play inside the gravity room. Flashes of red and yellow streaked around the windows, muted explosions echoing from the inside. He was training hard, the only problem was, he was training with his father, and that was never good, not in the volatile relationship they had now. Bulma sometimes couldn't read her son, he seemed distant. Her mate, well, he always seemed distant, she was used to that, still, whenever they made love now it seemed ,that while he still remained fairly aggressive , not that she minded, he never went too far, like he was afraid he'd hurt her. He would be his old gruff self normally, at the dinner table, around the house, but when they were alone, it almost seemed like he was afraid he'd lose her. Every night , she went to sleep, his arms wrapped around her in a fierce hug, clutching her to him. She had a few bruises from it but nothing she couldn't handle. Bulam knew that he needed to know she was there. She also knew that he was afraid his past would drive her away. She would keep telling him that she knew his past long before this and stayed with him. She knew he was a changed man, at least slightly, not the raving lunatic he was in his youth. She trusted him, believed in him and loved him, that was all that mattered.

The night was eerie calm, no sounds filled the hair, the night was still and quiet. It made her feel edgy. Rubbing her arms, she turned away from the window and made her way to her vanity. She was getting ready for a bath. She checked her face for wrinkles and lines, found a few very faint ones around her eyes and lips, nothing to freak over. Bulma was taking her aging in stride. She still had a man who couldn't get enough of her, still had the body of a twenty year old even after having two children, thank you very much. She was a hot momma, she had to admit. Grinning at her refection, she leaned back on the chair. The training session would soon be over, there was a time limit on the gravity room so that they would over extent themselves. They had a habit of doing that way too often. Bulma sighed and thought of her handsome mate, it gave her goose bumps just thinking about him. She then thought of her son and frowned , a sadness coming into her eyes. He was taking this very hard, becoming hard himself.

With that thought in mind, she heard the gravity room start to shut down as programed. Bulma waited and then heard the slamming of a door being opened. That caught her attention. Vegeta must not be having a good day. She then heard the shouts. Frowning, she got up and walked to the window only to find her son standing in the lawn, pointing a finger at his father to stood in the entrance of the GR. Trunks was yelling at him. She opened the window to listen.

"I've had enough of your sanctimonious bullshit. You think I'm not ready, well fuck you, I am ready. I'm ready to fight Charen, believe me and when it's up to her life or mine, I'm always gonna come on top of the list!" Trunks yelled, his voice full of rage and frustration. Vegeta must have been pushing him hard tonight.

"Who are you trying to convince , me or yourself, Brat? You still lust over her even though she wants to kill you. She's your enemy now. I doubt very highly that when the times comes, you'll have the guts to finish the job."Vegeta said, his own voice leveled up, his cocky preaching voice. This was not going to end well, she could see the tips of her son's ears turning red, a sure sign of his anger.

"You bastard! If it wasn't for you, she wouldn't be my enemy! You know it, I know it, it's a proven fact. Just because you were a sadistic psycho back in the day, doesn't mean I have to pay for it now. But what am I saying, you're still a sadistic psycho." Trunks shouted and that's when Bulma knew he had gone to far. She could see how Vegeta's eyes dilated and turned dark. This was not good. She was going to have to break this up.

Turning from the window, she ran out the room , down the stairs to the outside. She walked over to where the two bulls were squaring off, her robe flowing around her as she walked. Each glared at the other, their fists clenched. Trunks was slightly red in the face while Vegeta's look was much darker. Bulma made her way over to them and then stood in the middle, her hands out to each, as if she could truly stop them bodily.

"Stop it, both of you. What are you, a pair of children? Trunks, even though you're still a teenager, that's no excuse for your childish behavior. You've always known about your father's past and you've accepted it, now is not the time to throw it back in his face, in fact ,there is never a time you should do that." Bulma said, scolding her son who winced slightly at her harsh tone. She could feel the smirk curling on her mate's lips. Bulma turned her head towards him," And as for you..stop baiting him. You know this is hard for him. He's already said he'll do what he must and that's enough for him to handle. Think about Vegeta, how would you feel if you had to kill me?" That got stony silence from him, the smirk slipping off his lips, though the darkness didn't leave his eyes. He crossed his arms over his chest and scowled, that being his only answer.

Bulma sighed and then put her arms down, she then reached up and rubbed the bridge of her nose, feeling a headache come on. She looked up into the sky, which was darkening, threatening rain. Shaking her head, she made her way back to the house. " Now both of you, cool off." With that she left them there , standing in the lawn.

Trunks looked over at his father, still mad beyond reason, but he would take his mother's advice. With a very curt nod, he turned and went back into the house. He knew he wouldn't get any sleep so he made his way to the living room. Going to the cd player, he took out one of his cd's and then marched upstairs to his room. Just before he got to his room, his sister's door opened. She came out, her cheeks looking a little red.

"Trunks, I'm warm and thirsty." She said , coming out, her little doll in her arms. Frowning, trunks kneels and placed a hand on her brow. She didn't feel warm. He then realized that is was a warm night out and she just could be a little hot. Taking her hand, they made their way down to the kitchen. He poured her a glass of water and then brought her back up to her room. H placed her in the bed and watched as she drank the water.

"There, do you feel any better?" He asked softly, brushing a few strands of hair from her face. She nodded and then placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Alright , go to sleep ankle biter." Trunks said and then placed a soft kiss on her brow and then tucked her in. Walking out, he turned off the night and then turned on her night light. There was a murmured thank you and then he left.

He went to his room then. Rummaging around his closet, he pulled out his portable cd player and popped the disc it. He checked it , to see if it worked and then went out his window and flew up to the top of his Capsule Corp home. Sitting on the domed roof, he put the cd in and lid down, pressing random on the player. Waited for the first song to be selected and to start.

Down below, Vegeta watched his son make his way to the top of the complex to brood more then likely. He knew he'd be there if the spot wasn't already occupied. Scowling, he too made his way into the house and went straight for the bathroom. He got a little surprise when he saw his blue haired mate in the tub, thick suds all around her. Her eyes were closed and her hair was piled atop her head in a loose bun. She was quiet, serene. Vegeta smirked, perfect. He silently pulled his training outfit off, removed his boots and boxers and then slipped into the large tub. Bulma felt him and shrieked. Vegeta winced, his ears taking the brunt of it. With a hand on her heaving chest, her bright blue eyes glared daggers at him. He smirked of course and Bulma hit him playfully on the arm.

"That's another ten years you've knocked off the end of my life. At this rate I'll be dead by next week!" Bulma huffed, crossing her arms over her sudsy chest, still glaring at him.

He gave a quick shrug and then moved over, pulling her into his arms. She sighed as she always did, her anger forgotten, if she was ever truly angry to begin with. He moved back till he leaned against the back of the tub, pulling her with him, her back to his chest, her body nestled between his legs. Her hands rested on his thighs and she snuggled back into him. He gave a soft growl and nuzzled her upswept hair. She smelled fresh and clean and his. His fingers played over her stomach, not in arousing manner but in a comforting one. He stroked her comfort zones, feeling her relax back, weigh on him. She turned slightly, he grunted as her hip connected with a certain sensitive area of his person. Vegeta shifted and made room. They sat there in the sudsy water, his head tilted back onto the high rim of the tub, her head cuddled into his chest. They relaxed, breathing each other's breath, listening to each other's heart beat. Vegeta could feel her fingers tracing the lines of muscle that ran across his torso and in his arms. Smirking he pulled his head forwards and placed a soft kiss to her brow.

" Well, this is different, I half expected you to jump me by now." Bulma murmured ,earning an indignant snort from him. She looked up at him, a brow lifted. He could feel her bright blue eyes searching his, seeking the answers he knew he could never deny her. He said not a word, letting his eyes tell the story.

"What Trunks said, it affected you." She said as she sat up a little, her hand pressed flat to his chest. He scowled. Sometimes he was a amazed at how well this woman knew him and also amazed at why it didn't bother him when it should. He gave a gruff sigh and then shifted his weight, his hand pressed to her lower back, pushing her forward again to rest against him.

"I did not think I would ever have offspring, Woman. But I knew that of I did, I would not want the weight of what I had done to fall on them. I would not want that scar to mar their souls. " Vegeta said gruffly, the warmth of the water and her body seeping into his tired , strained muscles. Bulma reached up and ran a hand over his brow, running the fingertips over the scowl, the bridge of his nose, the thick line of his brow. She smiled slightly.

"Vegeta, what Trunks said, he said out of anger. I know he didn't mean a word of it. He's just really hurt. I know it's almost been a year, but still, I think he truly loved her. And now that he has to ether let her kill him or kill her himself, he's bound to lash out at the people who he thinks is responsible. The past is past, it does no good to re-open wounds. Still, he's young yet, he has a lot to learn." Bulma said placing a soft kiss on his collarbone. She then nuzzled his throat and rested again, letting her words hang in the air.

They sat in the water for a long time, in silence. He nuzzled her hair, whispering soft words to her, one's she knew to be of his native tongue. These however , were different in tone then those other 'love' words. They had a melodic feel to them, almost as if he was half singing to her. Bulma smiled. There were many things about her husband she didn't know, talents she never would have thought he had. She could feel her eyes drift closed and a calmness overtake her as he kept crooning. There was no other word to describe the sound. She could feel the water cool around her and then warm arms lifting her up out of the tub. They carried her out of the bathroom into the bedroom.

Once there, she was stood up. Opening her eyes, she saw him there, his hair half damp, a mess basically. She grinned as he scowled at her and then produced a thick fluffy towel. Bulma stood as he dried her off, taking care with her, making sure every drop of water was taked away from her skin. He sat her down as he dried her legs and then her feet, making her giggle as he found her ticklish spots. He bent and kissed her feet. A humbling feeling came to her as she watched this proud being, bowed before her, on bended knee, place soft kisses to each of her feet. He then stood and tossed her the towel. Bulma raised a brow and then stood, first drying off his hair, massaging his scalp as she did so. She then lovingly rubbed the cloth over his chest and stomach, wiping away all the water. She traveled his arms, his back, stroking his spine. She earned a growl for her trouble. She then told him to sit. He did so and she dried his legs like he did hers. Her eyes did catch the slight hardening of his shaft, her touch arousing him a bit. Just like he did too, she kissed his feet , proper homage to a prince.

She stood and was instantly wrapped up in his arms again, pulled down into his lap, where she sat, cuddled into him. She didn't know what had brought out this tenderness in him but she liked it. It was a side she rarely saw of him so she enjoyed it when it came out, for whatever reason. She felt so at home in his arms. They stayed their, sitting for a long time. As warm as this moment was, her mind drifted back to Trunks. She wondered what he was doing.

Said wayward son remained up on the roof, listening as the music played from the black box beside him. It was his favorite cd's even though there was one song he'd never listen to again because of his parents. He shivered just thinking about it. One song ended and another began.

~I am a man

Cut from the know

Rarely do friends

Come and then go

She was a girl

Soft but estranged

We were the two

Our lives rearranged

Feeling so good that day

A feeling of love that day~

Why was it that everything reminded him of her? He growled and was about to turn the song off when he just decided to let it play. He looked up into the black sky, clouds moving around, coiling and twisting around each other, there would be a storm later tonight, he could smell the ozone. He flet like those clouds, a ball of twisted raw emotion. It was a wonder he never snapped at his sister when she needed a glass of water. He felt so alone. Sure, his mom was there, she comforted him, tried to understand, but it was like she made it worse, this aching feeling that was eating away at his gut.

Anger he needed, rage he wanted to rejoice in it. That made him forget about the pain that had been slowly eating at him over the last year. At first, he was still in shock. He couldn't believe she had lied to him, but truly she didn't know who he was, who his father was. He had see the unbridled rage in her eyes, the pain and deep sorrow that glazed them and made them bright green daggers. That gaze had cut him to the soul, and left him bleeding. He worked through the shock until sorrow replaced. He was a walking wound, miserable. Nothing made him feel better. He had lost her and now he had to kill her. Half of him wanted to just let her win, let her have her vengeance. Trunks knew he was thinking melodramatic, but that's how he felt. Now the time was drawing near. Her words echoed in his mind. They would meet in a fitting place where their destinies would full fill. It had taken him a while to figure it out. He knew it wasn't the tournament , it was another year away. It had to be the ridge, where they had first... felt something for each other. Knowing that sent a cold shaft to his soul.

~Twisting and turning

Your feelings are burning

You're breaking the girl

She meant you no harm

Think you're so clever

But now you must sever

You're breaking the girl

He loves no one else ~

He closed his eyes as the music surrounded him. He knew he would fight. He had to. It was in his blood, once the fight started , he would give it his all, heart and soul. If she wanted her vengeance, she would have to fight hard for it. He would mourn her though, if he won. She would leave a scar on his heart he doubt anyone would be able to heal. He knew this would be a fight that would change him for the rest of his life. Why did it have to be this way? Why was it that his happiness had to be destroyed? His thoughts went on. Soon, in the months after she left, his sorrow was replaced by rage, anger at his father, anger at what he had done, ruined his life, yet again. That rage went from hot to cold and now it almost consumed him.

His mother was right. He needed to cool off, needed to reflect on what he had said, what he had done over the past year. He knew a lot of it was brought up by his anger and hardly any of it had any truth attached. He had lashed all of what he was feeling onto his father. Trunks knew that he could take it, but he was Vegeta's son after all, and at times had said things he shouldn't have, not out of spite but out of sheer rage. He had acted foolish for the better part of the year while his father helped him to train, to learn to become quicker to match Charen's speed. Vegeta helped him to build up his threshold of pain because if Charen got any touches in, they would be crippling.

~Raised by my dad

Girl of the day

He was my man

That was the way

She was the girl

Left alone

Feeling the need

To make me her home

I don't know what when or why

The twilight of love had arrived ~

Sighing, Trunks sat up, feeling the first drops of rain start to fall. It was soft rain, warm on his skin. It didn't come down hard so he remained up there. He felt he was more then ready for the fight, he just didn't know if he was ready to see her again. True, the form he was used to wasn't her real one, but her true form was none the less beautiful. She was the same person he had slept with, the same person with whom he connected with. Perhaps his father was right, would he truly have the will to kill her? He felt in his gut that she wouldn't stop till he was dead. There was no way around it. She was following her laws and her own sense of revenge.

~Twisting and turning

Your feelings are burning

You're breaking the girl

She meant you no harm

Think you're so clever

But now you must sever

You're breaking the girl

He loves no one else ~

Giving a soft growl, he reached over and flicked off the player. He had to apologize to his father for what he had said, there was no need of those words. Picking up the cd player, he flew down from the roof to his window. Climbing in, he pulled off his wet clothes and then pulled on a pair of dry pj bottoms. Running a hand through his damp hair, he walked out of the room.

In the master bedroom, Bulma purred against Vegeta's throat. A dark chuckle came from him, as the brush slid through her hair. She had managed to convince him into brushing her hair for him. She sat down, facing away from him, on his lap as he gently pulls the thick bristled brush through her blue locks. There was a slight knock on the door, to which Bulma's eyes opened .

"Come in." She said softly and then the door opened. Trunks walked in, clad in just his pj bottoms, his hair wet. She frowned and looked at him , then looked to Vegeta, who had stopped brushing her hair. She coughed slightly and then got up. "Umm, I think I'll go kiss Bra good night."

Bulma made her way out of the room and then left them alone. Trunks shifted slightly from his left foot to his right. "Umm, I'm sorry Father, I shouldn't have said all those things and I've been a real bastard this past year. I know you've tried to help me get stronger for this fight, it's just.."

Vegeta held up his hand, stopping him. " She's your mate, I know. I would feel the same as you were it I having to fight your mother. Think no more of it." With those words, his father confirmed what he had been thinking and feeling. Trunks sighed and felt a weight lift off his shoulders.

"Vegeta! Trunks! Get in here, something's wrong with Bra!" Came Bulma's startled voice from down the hall. That put both men into action. They raced down to Bra's room to find Bulma with Bra in her arms.

"What's wrong, what is it?" Trunks said, worried, looking down at Bra. His eyes widened when he saw blue spots marring the skin of her brow and cheek. Her skin was red despite that. Bulma was very agitated.

"I don't know, I came in here to kiss her good night and I saw she wasn't breathing well and she wouldn't wake up. I turned on the lights and saw those blue spots. What's going on? We've got to get her to a doctor, she's burning up." Bulma said, fear coloring her voice. Trunks looked at his father who's eyes were still on the little princess. Deep down, Trunks knew that this wasn't good and that it would only get worse.

To be Continued....

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