Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Falling in Love a Second Time ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

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

Quick Note: I have finally reposted this! I felt this story seriously needed it. Now just to warn, this story has some drastic changes, so if you think just because you already read the original posting of this you don't need to read this one too, you are wrong! Many improvements have been made, and as always, I welcome constructive criticism or whatever thoughts you may have about the story. And of course, this story will have some lemons in it so if you don't like that stuff… don't read it.

Falling In Love A Second Time

Prologue

It had been six months and there was still no change in her condition. Blame for the accident had been shared by the two closest to her: her husband, who cursed himself for choosing such a weak mate, and letting his battle lust cloud his sense of protection; and her son, for loosing control at the cost of his home and mother. The truth, however, was that neither was consciously at fault, for the incident six months ago was an accident. It should have been prevented, but was not, and in punishment the two men closest to her suffered the greatest price.

Six months prior…

"Come on Dad!" Trunks pleaded with his father. They had come to the gravity room for some post-lunch sparing, and the fully energized boy was more than ready for a challenge. "I am stronger than this! I want to fight with my complete power!"

"As I have told you before boy," Vegeta responded arrogantly as he balled his fists to prepare for another attack. "You are no where near ready to take me on, even with your full strength."

"Oh, yea?" Trunks teased, knowing his father could never turn down a challenge. "You are just afraid I will beat you!"

"Is that so?" Vegeta acknowledged the challenge with a smirk. "Well, perhaps it's time you learn your place, boy." Vegeta warned before charging at his son mercilessly. Trunks, ready for the test, prepared to counter his father.

With lightening speed the two colossal powers clashed. Trunks gave his all, while Vegeta withheld some of his energy. He knew his true strength was more than his son could take, along with the GR.

Trunks quickly caught on that his father was holding out on him, and decided such an action simply wouldn't do. "Really Dad," Trunks mocked as he released a series of ki blasts at his father. "I thought you could do better than this! I mean no wonder Kakarrot can take you so easily!"

Trunks had known exactly what button to push to get his father to lose sight of all else but the battle before him. With one simple comparison, the battle turned ugly. Vegeta, in a sudden burst of fury, raised his energy level and began forming an impressive concentration of ki. Trunks followed suit, forming his own energy blast, releasing it at the same time as his father, to deter his shot. He focused all of his strength to overpower Vegeta's blast.

Father and son then stood, only about fifty feet away from each other, directing energy blasts that could annihilate one another in an instant. They each managed to maintain the standoff for a few minutes before Trunks started to lose control. He was releasing too much energy for his body to handle; he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold the blast much longer.

"Dad it's too much!" The boy suddenly screamed in an attempt to bring his father back to sanity, and dissipate his ki before it was too late.

The plea wasn't in time however, for as soon as his son's words finally registered in Vegeta's mind, a bright light engulfed his body before everything went dark.

It was several minutes before Vegeta finally managed to break through the rubble around him. Pulling himself back to his feet, he quickly scanned the area for damage, horrifyingly discovering everything in the same broken state.

"Boy!?!" Vegeta shouted, desperately trying to feel for the boy's ki. "Trunks?!" He demanded his son's appearance, the thought of loosing him again suddenly too much to bear. He continued to search for another few minutes before he saw a hand emerge from the rubble. He rushed over, grasping the hand, helping his son pull himself out of the wreckage. "Are you alright?!" Vegeta demanded in a more furious than concerned manner as he began inspecting the boy for serious injuries.

"Ah..." Trunks shook his head as he examined himself. "I think so… Just some bumps and bruises," Trunks concluded after standing up and stretching his muscles.

Vegeta allowed himself to release a breath he had been holding, upon hearing the confirmation. But his moment of relief was short lived as his son quickly alerted him to a much more frightening consideration.

"Dende, NO!" Trunks quickly screamed in shock as he looked over at the area of the house that used to be the kitchen. His body began trembling as a look of deadly fear washed over his face.

"What-What is it?" Vegeta demanded as he began surveying the area, trying to decipher what had the boy so anxious.

"Mom!" Trunks cried as he shot over to the area where the kitchen once stood. "She was cleaning up after lunch when the training room blew!" Trunks completed the explanation as he began chaotically throwing rubble aside to desperately try and find his mother.

Vegeta felt time freeze for him as he looked upon his frantic son. 'Bulma,' his mind whispered in utter fear and despondency. Rushing over to join his son in the search for her, he refused to believe that the worst could have happened.

"She can't be-- she has to be-- MOM!" Trunks screamed in hysterics. The fear alone of loosing his mother was maddening, but knowing that he was a direct cause of it was devastating.

Vegeta called for his son to calm himself and focus on finding his mother. Yelling and belting out orders was all he could do to shield himself from the horrifying possibility. He couldn't feel his mate's ki, or sense her consciousness through their bond. The destruction was so complete he couldn't see how anyone other than a Saiya-jin could have survived it. He feared he'd soon learn the worst.

They searched for almost ten minutes before Trunks saw, a few feet away from the collapsed kitchen, what looked like blue hair. "MOM!" Trunks screamed as he sped over to the spot and removed the pieces of rubble that were covering his mother. The slow stream of tears the boy had been weeping, suddenly turned rapid as he lifted the final piece to see he mother's bruised and bleeding body covered with dirt and looking completely lifeless. "DAD!" Trunks called, too fearful to dare touch his injured mother.

Vegeta's head snapped, at the call of his name, towards his son, his eyes locking onto the battered body next to him. "No." His voiced released a long demoralizing gasp before quickly speeding over to his lover. Dropping to his knees on the ground next to her, his body froze at the sight before him. In Vegeta's long violent life he had been privy to the sight of billions of battered, beaten, and bloody carcasses. He had dealt and been dealt punishments more gruesome and stomach churning than the one before him, yet none could compare to that which he was witnessing at that moment. To see his mate, his lover, his wife, the only woman he has ever and will ever care for, lying broken and bloody before him, brought a sensation to him that he had not experienced since his death before Freeza.

He shed tears.

Slowly wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her frail body against his chest and he buried his face in her hair, his soul weeping for the loss of his love.

Trunks' body shook with agony over his mother, as his father, the strongest, most fierce man he reveres, wept. He had never seen such a reaction from his father, he could only fear what that meant now. "Dad," he sobbed, "Please… please tell me she's alright." Trunks hiccupped as he tried to wipe his tears away.

Vegeta seemed unable to hear his son's plea as he had become too consumed in the loss of his mate. "Bulma." He whispered her name, placing a gentle kiss upon her forehead before shifting his head down to rest upon her chest. He closed his eyes as he listened for the only sound that could bring him any hope of salvation, a heartbeat.

Seconds felt as hours as he waited to feel, hear, sense something to confirm his greatest fear or awaken his highest hope. His sign finally came when his body blended completely in tune with hers, and he felt the beating of her heart. It was slow and very weak, but Vegeta knew it was there, it had to be, or else his agony would have been even more profound.

Not wasting another moment, Vegeta shot into the air, heading for the hospital. Trunks took off and followed close behind. They each were silently praying that the woman they loved most in the world would survive their colossal mistake.

Present

The ramifications of that one afternoon are still very much being felt by both Trunks and Vegeta. Since that day Bulma has been veiled by the endless sleep of a coma. Her body has lain motionless since the moment she was crushed by the debris of the explosion. Emotionless and inactive she has been lost to her family since that one fated day.

The memory of that afternoon had haunted both Vegeta and Trunks' dreams every night since. Shell-shocked from the accident, Trunks had turned to pacifism; fearing what further destruction his hunger for battle could bring. Since that day he hadn't taken a moment to train with his father or spare his best friend. He simply couldn't bring himself to start fighting again. That choice, however, only served to separate son from father more so than the accident already had. For in truth, the art of war play was the greatest connection the pair shared. Without it, they were forced to each suffer the consequences of Bulma's absence alone.

Which is exactly what Vegeta had done. Pain, which for Vegeta, was considerably worse than any normal man would have suffered. For not only did Vegeta have to deal with the loss, even if only temporary, of his wife, he also had to suffer the breaking of his bond; a fate, which he viewed as worse than death. Physical, emotional, and mental deprivation had kept the Saiya-jin no ouji drifting back and forth between depression and utter fury. The latter of which was most prevalent in his demeanor.

But after these long six months, a ray of light had finally shined through. For when the pair had reached the greatest depth of their despair, a pair of blue eyes finally opened to alleviate and exacerbate the agony that had been suffered by these two males.

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Author's Note: Short. Yes I know, but it's only the first of many chapters. And don't worry; this isn't going to be one of those incredibly depressing lost love stories. In the next chapter everything starts to take shape when-oh wait, I don't want to spoil it! I guess you will all just have to wait and find out! Updates will be much faster than normal. I am estimating a chapter about every other day.