Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Easier to Run ( Chapter 2 )
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By: StaindGT 
Bulma confronts her husband of his problem
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.02.2004 | Updated On: 03.10.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 4.7K | Status: Completed
Bulma confronts her husband of his problem
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.02.2004 | Updated On: 03.10.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 4.7K | Status: Completed
I have decided to hide this story, so it will only be available to certain people. I’m doing this because on Fanfiction, I am redoing the whole story, starting from chapter one and I don’t want those people to read this old one any more. I will be hiding it in one week. If you want to be put on the emailing list, please notify me and I will send you it. Sorry for the inconvience. The story on Fanfiction is the newest version so please revert to that one from now on. Thank you.
~~~~ `` Begin. Chapter 1-Easier to Run If I could Stand up and take the blame I would If I could take all the shame to the grave I would If I could change I would Take back the pain I would Retrace every wrong move that I made I would If I could--- Linkin Park ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`````Bulma stared at her husband as he continued to eat his dinner. Her fork played with the green peas that rolled on her plate, eventually bouncing into some meat. Her eyes flashed down to her food then back to Vegeta. Soon afterwards she placed her fork down and put her hand in her lap with a loud sigh. That was her forth sigh through this meal, and finally Vegeta couldn't take anymore. He slammed his fork down, hating the fact that he was interrupting in his supper, "Brats leave." Trunks now sixteen years old, felt the tension revolve around his parents and quickly got up from the table and grabbed his four-year-old sister's hand. "But I'm not done." She cried but Trunks just shushed her by picking her up and placing her on his shoulders making her happy once again before bouncing out of the room and into the playroom Once the girl's giggles faded, Vegeta flashed his eyes to his mate, "What?" "Vegeta…" She cut herself off not really knowing how to word this especially with a highly sensitive Sayian that will be insulted with the subject she was about to suggest. Bulma mentally braced herself for the man's reaction she knew would take place, "Vegeta…I want you to go see a psychiatrist." He raised an eyebrow, "What the hell is that?" Bulma got up from her seat, pulling a chair right next to Vegeta and sitting down, facing him. Her eyes were unnerving at the seriousness that floated in the vastness of blue. He shifted slightly nervous at what she wanted from him. "I want you to go talk to a person about your nightmares." He instantly rolled his eyes while crossing his arms over his chest, as if insulted, "You are out of your mind." "Vegeta, it would help. You need to talk to someone about them." "I talk to you." "But I can't help you." "I do not need help." Bulma sighed as she dropped her head, her hair falling into her face, "For years Vegeta, you have not gone one night without a flashback. I know it pains you, but maybe if you go to someone who can help you deal with your past, maybe…maybe the memories will start to fade." "Woman, I do not need help. They are just memories, they cause no harm." "Yes, they do." Bulma stood now pacing the kitchen while running her hands through her blue locks, "I sleep next to you every night, Vegeta. I see what those dreams do to you." "I can live with it.--" "Well, I can't!" She turned to him, tears glistening in her eyes as she stared down at him. "I can't take it anymore. Do you know how hard it is for me to watch you? Do you know how hard it is to listen to those dreams you have? I want you to get help. I can't take it anymore, Vegeta.." Vegeta stood, stepping to stand in front of her, "Why didn't you tell me before? You said once that you wanted me to tell you and now you're telling me it's too much for you to handle? I don't need anyone's help, nor do I want it. You wanted to know about my memories so I told you, do not blame me that you are too weak to deal with it." Bulma closed the gap between them, placing her palm on his cheek but he did nothing to acknowledge it. She sighed dropping it, holding her head down in shame. "I'm sorry I'm not strong like you, Vegeta." She then brought her eyes up, "But you are weak too. You are not strong enough to handle those memories on your own." "Watch me." "Fine. Fine. If you don't want help fine, But when you finally realize that it's not a weakness to admit it, I'll be here. And we'll get you the best psychiatrist in the world, one that can handle the things you've been through, and one that can help you where I can not." She kissed his lips just chastely, pulling back painfully as he refused to react. She sniffed turning out of the kitchen. ~~~~~```` A psychiatrist! What the hell is wrong with her? Who does she think she is? Vegeta sighed harshly as he continued to do his warm-ups for his evening training. He pushed himself from the ground on one finger, staring up at the metal tile, sweat falling from his face as he was now on his 3000 one finger push-up under 1000g's. All though his body was working on his training, his mind battled with the conversation he had just finished with his mate. How could she ask him to go see someone-a human-that he didn't even know, who didn't know who he was, to talk to them about his childhood growing up under the crazy lizard, Frieza? That human would not even be able to handle a single little detail from his past then be able to deal with a whole memory. At least Bulma had some background on how bad his life was, he thought she would be able to handle it just a little bit better. He shook his head. He should have never mated a human. It was his fault for having a weakness for her. He should have extinguished his lust toward her as soon as it was lit. But no, he let himself take her, and stupidly get her pregnant. If she wasn't prepared to hear about his memories then why the hell had she asked him to share!? She knew his life wasn't all smiles and laughs. And yet, she did not heed his warning. Stupid human. He was perfectly fine keeping it all to himself. He needed no one. Just like always. He didn't her. He didn't need his children. He just needed to be left alone. Vegeta growled to himself as he flipped himself up right and began punching an invisible force, slightly pretending it was Kakarot before him. Ok…let's be real. True, the nightmares were getting worse. True, it was even getting to the point where he screamed a few times, fell out of bed, and even a couple times attacked the woman. But she was safe. Vegeta pointed out to himself. She was in no harm. He just tried to squish her with his body but he had realized who it was underneath him and immediately gotten up. She was just a little shaken, nothing that his special touch couldn't cure. Vegeta smirked. The flashbacks were expected. They were expected to happen during his sleep and during his waking hours, and while he trained. Who could possibly just forget everything he had seen? Or everything that he had been through growing up under a total maniac? It just wasn't possible. So he didn't see the reason why she asked him to go to see someone. He had been controlling it for almost thirty years, and will continue the same way as he did before. But, he'll admit, he had some sort of escape through his mate. Bulma had helped him many times by listening to him speak and then letting him forget it by drowning himself in her body. That was the only cure that would ever work. He didn't mind it. She sure as hell didn't mind it. And it seemed that after they talked, it would be the most erotic kind of mating. He'll entertain the fact that he, just a little, wanted to talk to her after his nightmares. Not because he knew directly after they would mate, but because it seemed that afterwards, he felt…better. He felt free from the memory as if it were no more. And if that was true…if after every memory he talked about it, it went away then…he'd only have…fifty more years to go till all of them were gone. He certainly had enough time but…she didn't. And what the hell did she mean she couldn't take it anymore!? She wasn't the one that lived it. She wasn't the one that saw it with her own damn eyes. He just shared with her some details, not even that descriptive and now she’s saying she can't take it. How weak. How pathetic. How human.
~~~~ `` Begin. Chapter 1-Easier to Run If I could Stand up and take the blame I would If I could take all the shame to the grave I would If I could change I would Take back the pain I would Retrace every wrong move that I made I would If I could--- Linkin Park ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`````Bulma stared at her husband as he continued to eat his dinner. Her fork played with the green peas that rolled on her plate, eventually bouncing into some meat. Her eyes flashed down to her food then back to Vegeta. Soon afterwards she placed her fork down and put her hand in her lap with a loud sigh. That was her forth sigh through this meal, and finally Vegeta couldn't take anymore. He slammed his fork down, hating the fact that he was interrupting in his supper, "Brats leave." Trunks now sixteen years old, felt the tension revolve around his parents and quickly got up from the table and grabbed his four-year-old sister's hand. "But I'm not done." She cried but Trunks just shushed her by picking her up and placing her on his shoulders making her happy once again before bouncing out of the room and into the playroom Once the girl's giggles faded, Vegeta flashed his eyes to his mate, "What?" "Vegeta…" She cut herself off not really knowing how to word this especially with a highly sensitive Sayian that will be insulted with the subject she was about to suggest. Bulma mentally braced herself for the man's reaction she knew would take place, "Vegeta…I want you to go see a psychiatrist." He raised an eyebrow, "What the hell is that?" Bulma got up from her seat, pulling a chair right next to Vegeta and sitting down, facing him. Her eyes were unnerving at the seriousness that floated in the vastness of blue. He shifted slightly nervous at what she wanted from him. "I want you to go talk to a person about your nightmares." He instantly rolled his eyes while crossing his arms over his chest, as if insulted, "You are out of your mind." "Vegeta, it would help. You need to talk to someone about them." "I talk to you." "But I can't help you." "I do not need help." Bulma sighed as she dropped her head, her hair falling into her face, "For years Vegeta, you have not gone one night without a flashback. I know it pains you, but maybe if you go to someone who can help you deal with your past, maybe…maybe the memories will start to fade." "Woman, I do not need help. They are just memories, they cause no harm." "Yes, they do." Bulma stood now pacing the kitchen while running her hands through her blue locks, "I sleep next to you every night, Vegeta. I see what those dreams do to you." "I can live with it.--" "Well, I can't!" She turned to him, tears glistening in her eyes as she stared down at him. "I can't take it anymore. Do you know how hard it is for me to watch you? Do you know how hard it is to listen to those dreams you have? I want you to get help. I can't take it anymore, Vegeta.." Vegeta stood, stepping to stand in front of her, "Why didn't you tell me before? You said once that you wanted me to tell you and now you're telling me it's too much for you to handle? I don't need anyone's help, nor do I want it. You wanted to know about my memories so I told you, do not blame me that you are too weak to deal with it." Bulma closed the gap between them, placing her palm on his cheek but he did nothing to acknowledge it. She sighed dropping it, holding her head down in shame. "I'm sorry I'm not strong like you, Vegeta." She then brought her eyes up, "But you are weak too. You are not strong enough to handle those memories on your own." "Watch me." "Fine. Fine. If you don't want help fine, But when you finally realize that it's not a weakness to admit it, I'll be here. And we'll get you the best psychiatrist in the world, one that can handle the things you've been through, and one that can help you where I can not." She kissed his lips just chastely, pulling back painfully as he refused to react. She sniffed turning out of the kitchen. ~~~~~```` A psychiatrist! What the hell is wrong with her? Who does she think she is? Vegeta sighed harshly as he continued to do his warm-ups for his evening training. He pushed himself from the ground on one finger, staring up at the metal tile, sweat falling from his face as he was now on his 3000 one finger push-up under 1000g's. All though his body was working on his training, his mind battled with the conversation he had just finished with his mate. How could she ask him to go see someone-a human-that he didn't even know, who didn't know who he was, to talk to them about his childhood growing up under the crazy lizard, Frieza? That human would not even be able to handle a single little detail from his past then be able to deal with a whole memory. At least Bulma had some background on how bad his life was, he thought she would be able to handle it just a little bit better. He shook his head. He should have never mated a human. It was his fault for having a weakness for her. He should have extinguished his lust toward her as soon as it was lit. But no, he let himself take her, and stupidly get her pregnant. If she wasn't prepared to hear about his memories then why the hell had she asked him to share!? She knew his life wasn't all smiles and laughs. And yet, she did not heed his warning. Stupid human. He was perfectly fine keeping it all to himself. He needed no one. Just like always. He didn't her. He didn't need his children. He just needed to be left alone. Vegeta growled to himself as he flipped himself up right and began punching an invisible force, slightly pretending it was Kakarot before him. Ok…let's be real. True, the nightmares were getting worse. True, it was even getting to the point where he screamed a few times, fell out of bed, and even a couple times attacked the woman. But she was safe. Vegeta pointed out to himself. She was in no harm. He just tried to squish her with his body but he had realized who it was underneath him and immediately gotten up. She was just a little shaken, nothing that his special touch couldn't cure. Vegeta smirked. The flashbacks were expected. They were expected to happen during his sleep and during his waking hours, and while he trained. Who could possibly just forget everything he had seen? Or everything that he had been through growing up under a total maniac? It just wasn't possible. So he didn't see the reason why she asked him to go to see someone. He had been controlling it for almost thirty years, and will continue the same way as he did before. But, he'll admit, he had some sort of escape through his mate. Bulma had helped him many times by listening to him speak and then letting him forget it by drowning himself in her body. That was the only cure that would ever work. He didn't mind it. She sure as hell didn't mind it. And it seemed that after they talked, it would be the most erotic kind of mating. He'll entertain the fact that he, just a little, wanted to talk to her after his nightmares. Not because he knew directly after they would mate, but because it seemed that afterwards, he felt…better. He felt free from the memory as if it were no more. And if that was true…if after every memory he talked about it, it went away then…he'd only have…fifty more years to go till all of them were gone. He certainly had enough time but…she didn't. And what the hell did she mean she couldn't take it anymore!? She wasn't the one that lived it. She wasn't the one that saw it with her own damn eyes. He just shared with her some details, not even that descriptive and now she’s saying she can't take it. How weak. How pathetic. How human.