Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ When It Rains, It Pours ( Chapter 10 )

~~``` Chapter. 9 When it Rains, It Pours

keep on pulling, till it tears and life is lost.

it never ends, it never stops.

blood is spilt, life is lost, it never ends, it never stops.--Adamatium

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Bulma flung up from her couch as she heard Goten's voice scream for her outside her door. She ran to it, not knowing why the hell the child would do such a thing but knew something was wrong. It rolled around in her stomach. She pressed the button, watching as if time just slowed as her son's form came into view, letting little by little of his broken body until it finally revealed Goten's distressed and crying features. Her mouth hung open as she stared at her blood and wrecked child never once seeing him like this. "OH, Kami, Goten what happened!"

"No time to explain, Bulma, where can I put him?"

Bulma waved her hand, trying to kill her thoughts needing to think clearly at the moment. "I have a room back here." She knew he was following as she past her desk and lifted a picture frame. She had made this extra medical room for Vegeta. On several occasions he had tried to destroy himself and either couldn't make it to the med. Bay, or didn't want to be seen by other doctors and nurses that were around. So she made this one to help himself.

She past through the secret pass way, pointing to the operating table, cursing to the gods that the Regeneration Tank was malfunctioning. While Goten set Trunks on the table, Bulma went to the emergency intercom, telling the Med. Ward she needed a full staff to come here immediately. She turned back to Goten, "Take off his clothes." She ordered as she went to the cabinets and got the morphine, needles, and other surgical tools, placing them on the table next to the bed. Bulma went to the washroom where she pulled on a smock and gloves.

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After six hours of cleaning all the blood away, righting broken bones, reattaching tore ligaments, and bandaging all gashes all over his form, they lifted the unconscious child off the blood soaked bed and placed him on nice clean sheets. Spreading a blanket over his naked body, Bulma sighed in exhaustion. The nurse to her right plugged in the needle to make sure the Sayian had enough morphine running through his body to make the patient as comfortable as possible. The male nurse on the opposite side of the bed adjusted to the breathing tube, and then reached under the sheet to make sure the hose going into his chest to inflate his lung wasn't lose.

Forty broken bones in the legs, arms, chest cavity, rib cage, jaw, cheeks, and a small bone in his neck. Two busted eardrums, a broken vein in his eye, a collapsed lung, a concussion, and a large round burn that had cut through all layers of the Sayian's skin, more known as a third degree burn, had resulted from what, Bulma still didn't know. She had a distant feeling, but she chose to ignore it. He wouldn't have done this. No, not on purpose. Vegeta knows better.

Bulma knew her child would be just fine considering the amount of damage he was in, it would just take a week or less for him to heal. And if not then he could just go into the R.T., when it was fixed. Bulma made sure that went on the top of her list to do. She sighed heavily as she tore off the bloody gloves and smock along with the rest of the crew all tired and wanting to go home. "Thanks, guys. I'll make sure to put a bonus in each of your paychecks for your help today. Just leave your name in the inbox on the way out.

After everyone cleared out, Bulma heard the door open, seeing Goten come in silently, "Is he going to be all right?"

"Of course, Goten. If you'd like to see what's wrong there is a list right there. I would tell you but it's kind of long." She smiled all though not finding the humor anywhere. "He's a tough one. Just like his father." She kissed his forehead, brushing his bloody locks away from his face. Bulma slid her eyes up to see Goten look miserably down on his best friend. "So, are you going to tell me what happened?"

His eyes snapped up and Bulma gasped by the anger she saw present in them. She knitted her brows in confusion. He never once showed such distaste in front of her before. "Vegeta." He growled out before looking away at Trunks again.

Bulma's eyes widened as she realized her thoughts were right. The ones she didn't want to believe. Their was an excuse. Their just had to be. Vegeta would never harm his heir in such a way if their wasn't. He couldn't have possibly just lost his control while they were sparring, he's knows how to handle his power. He is a skillful fighter and holds his strength against his son. Always did. Even when they were serious, Vegeta never let his true power escape him because he knew he was stronger then Trunks. He knew it. So why?

"Watch him for me?" He nodded as he pulled a chair from the corner and sat down, "If you want to call your mom, the phone is on my desk." Bulma ran out of the room without saying anything else.

Something had happened. Something was wrong with Vegeta. It scared her to the bone at that thought. What could have possibly happened for him to lose control? For him to do that to his child…almost killing him? Was he all right? Was he hurt too?

Bulma ran out the automatic doors to her private building, running along the sidewalk till she cut through the grass going along the side of her house reaching the backyard where the GR stood. At least that fear had been assuaged. But that left more open. If the GR. Had collapsed while Trunks was in his normal form then the end result would have happened. But that thought was dismissed as she stepped inside, eyes darting around, looking for any damage to the machine. None. The bots were still on the ground, rolling around. That meant that they weren't even using them. And from the look of Goten, it looked as if they didn't even start training. So what had happened?!

Bulma gasped, covering her mouth as her eyes caught her husband's form slouched against the wall. His head held in his hands, elbows on knees. He didn't even look up at her. She slowly made her way to him, knelling down, studying his form. Sweat covered his hands and forehead, his eyes covered with his fingers. Dry blood curtained his unimpaired form, splattered here and there, as if he had a paint fight and he was the main target. His knuckles were torn and bruised, faded blood stains wrapped his hands but it appeared as if he had tried to wash the vital fluid from them.

"Vegeta…" Bulma whispered before cautiously resting a small hand upon his shoulder only to have him flinch at the contact. She pulled away immediately, knitting her eyes. Something was definitely wrong. She sat herself down on her knees as she inched closer, grabbing his hands that protected his face. "Vegeta, it's me, baby." She cooed as she leaned her head in to get her face in his sight.

Vegeta heard her voice and instantly took in a deep breath. Her heated scent filled his veins, bringing his mind from the misery he had put it in as to punish himself for the actions he had done. He lifted his coal eyes to her blue concerned filled ones. But he turned his head away in shame, pulling his hands from hers, "The boy." He swallowed hard, hating how it came out in a pathetic, weak tone.

"Is fine. He will be. Vegeta, what happened? Tell me." She pleaded but only to be disappointed when he stood up, she followed the action. Bulma watched as he ignored her eyes pacing back and forth, running his hands through his hair. She had never seen him this distressed before. It scared her.

She yelped when he suddenly grabbed her and pinned her to the wall. His shaking lips pressed hard and uncontrolled against hers, running down her jaw line and nipping on her neck. "Vegeta…stop." She whimpered not liking how rough he was being with her. His knee was between her legs, one hand pinned her arms above her head while the other groped her breast. "No, Vegeta." Bulma growled, knowing exactly what he was doing. He growled at her in transgression.

Vegeta felt her struggled and try to kick him between the legs, disconcerted by her obvious rejection. Why now? Why can't he just get lost in her like he needed to? Why was she rejected him when he needed her so badly? Vegeta pulled from her neck to snarl at her in her face only to be met by her angry visage staring at him adamantly, "No. I am not going to let you forget this one, Vegeta." Bulma spat through clenched teeth.

His physical need for release, his mental distress, his rough hands and unsure, uncontrolled movements only made Bulma realize what exactly had happened. He had a flashback and in result beat the shit out of his child in a blind rage. It had finally happened. The control that he had once before had been broken. No longer could he hold himself back from the past, and no longer was he be safe around his children. Bulma had known. She had known all along this would happened. She just hadn't predicted now.

Vegeta pushed himself away, turning his face aside in obvious guilt and shame. His fists clenched, nails dug into his palm causing blood to drip and mix with the fluids of his son's.

Bulma watched him, waiting for him to do something. She knew he was confused. He didn't know why he had lashed out at the boy, but most of all, he didn't know why he couldn't control it. Bulma wondered what could have triggered such an memory to have him be so violent. What was he fighting? What was the flashback about? Frieza? His father? Maybe Zarbon? She didn't know. She just hoped that he would be able to bounce back from this. Guilt had never shown so much on Vegeta's features before. She was afraid he would do something irrational. Like leave, and not come back. And she had pushed him away when he needed her.

Bulma stepped to him, "Vegeta…" But he just turned and walked out without looking back. Second later, she heard him blast off into the air. She dropped her head, praying that he comes back safe and sound.

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Bulma walked into the private room where her son was located and smiled at seeing Goten with his head rested on the bed fast asleep. She stepped back out and picked up the phone, calling her best friend. "Hello?"

"Hey, Chi-Chi."

"Hey, Bulma. How's Trunks? Is he going to be all right? Goten called."

"He's going to be just fine."

"What happened?"

"I don't know yet. But don't worry about it. Hey, could you send Goku over, it's late and I don't want Goten to fly home alone. And besides that little tyke's asleep."

"Sure. Do you want me to come over and help out with Bra?"

"No, my mom has her right now. Thanks anyway."

"Ok, Bulma. Goku will be over soon."

"Thanks." After saying good-byes, Bulma sighed as she stepped back into the room, stalling as she gasped, holding a hand to her chest, trying to hold down her heart, "Goku." She chided in a whisper. "I told you not to do that."

"Sorry, Bulma." He smiled in his Son-like manner. "How's Trunks?"

"See for yourself." She pointed to behind him, which he turned around.

"Wow. What happened?"

"Promise not to tell, or even say anything about it ever again?" He nodded. "I think Vegeta kind of lost control."

The wild-haired man turned to her with a cocked eyebrow, "Vegeta? No, he wouldn't lose control like that. Not against his son." He sounded so assured Bulma wanted to believe him but she just shook her head and made her way to the opposite side of the bed, gently stroking her son's broken and bruised cheek.

"Goku…I'm worried. Vegeta's memories…they've gotten worse. I don't know what to do anymore. I can't help him and he won't let anyone else. I'm just so lost. And mad. The jackass won't even admit it when he needs help. I just wished sometimes he wasn't so damn stubborn."

"You know Vegeta, Bulma, if he wasn't stubborn, he wouldn't be…well, Vegeta."

"Yeah, I guess your right. But still."

"You want me to talk to him?"

Bulma quickly snapped her head up and shook it, "No. If he ever found out I told you about his flashbacks he'd kill me. You know how he hates when I say anything about him, telling you about his memories is a BIG no no on his list. He'll never forgive me. But I don't know what to do. Now, I can't leave him alone with Bra or Trunks. Do you know how hard that is going to be on him? Has to be watched when he's with his own kids? But what else can I do? He's not safe around them. I mean, would you look at Trunks." His swollen face made him look fat, causing Bulma to smile but frown at the same time. His nose was huge, lips chapped but large, cheeks highly discolored, along with a large gash across his forehead and down his eye covered by a white bandage. "What if…what if a memory is triggered around Bra? She is so tiny."

"Bulma, don't worry. I'm sure everything will be fine. Maybe this needed to happen. Maybe Vegeta will realize how unstable he really is. He needs help. I know that. You know that. But he's has to know that. Not just be told."

"I know. I just want to push him in the right direction." She sighed as she grabbed a bag full of liquid from the side table to replace the empty one of morphine, rewiring it to flow through his veins. Bulma dropped her hands to run her fingertips of her son's bandaged arm that was held in a metal brace along with the rest of his body. "He left two hours ago. Hasn't come back yet. I made dinner, but I'm not hungry. If you want to go eat--"

"Thanks, B!" He was gone before she even finished her thought. She laughed lightly as him. The same old Goku.

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Bulma had just finished changing his blood soaked bandages frowning upon them. His lacerations should be in the healing process by now, the smaller ones should all ready be completely gone and yet they weren't. She looked up at his face then snapping her eyes to his heart monitor, it beeped continuously, but just a little below normal for a Sayian. Trunks had certainly not seen his father coming. He wasn't even powered up enough to Super Sayian it appeared, while Vegeta was giving it almost all he had.

She had cleaned out his tubing that was going into his chest trying to figure out if she would have to do surgery tomorrow or it would heal on it's own. For humans, she knew surgery was the only option, but Sayians can heal from even the toughest of wounds. The reasons she hadn't put full casts around his whole body were because she knew he didn't need it. All they had to be was aligned and they would instantly begin healing. But in his current form, he seemed in the same condition as the five hours prior when they just ended. She sighed, dipping her fingers into a water glass she had brought in with her after grabbing a few sheets from her room along with a pillow to sleep on the inflatable mattress that she had set up in her office. Bulma ran her wet fingers of his busted and chapped lips, letting it soak through and hopefully run down his throat to sooth away the soreness that was bound to be there when he awoke.

His burn was what worried Bulma the most. Especially a third degree. His skin was all torn away leaving only blood in its wake. Since burns are very sensitive to any kind of germ, Bulma had to wear gloves the whole time when bandaging him. Tomorrow she needed to make fake skin to put over it so it melted in with his, instead of using the real thing which would cause her to take skin off of her son. She didn't really want to do that. But by tomorrow, he should be ready to have the skin placed on and if not, then they would have to wait. But either way, he was going to have a large scar there.

She looked toward the door, wishing with all her soul that her lover would return. He needn't run like this. Vegeta knew Trunks wouldn't be angry. He shouldn't be ashamed so much as not to come home. But Bulma knew Vegeta more then anything, and right now, perhaps it was best that he was alone, let him contemplate on what all had transpired. Hopefully he would realize that something wasn't right with him.

Bulma muffled a yawn and looked over at the clock. Ten o'clock it read. She hadn't gotten much sleep in her nap considering she was interrupted twice. And barely sleeping the night before had certainly began to take it's toll. She just wanted to be there when Trunks awoke. She knew it was going to be soon.

As if he could read her mind, Trunks groaned weakly, voice tremble before he began to cough. Something was down his throat and it wouldn't move. He began to panic. High pitched beeping sounds began to blare all around him, scaring the shit out of him even more. But the fact that he couldn't move his body had brought a whole knew set of worries to him.

The cool touch on his forehead made him seize his struggling, wanting to be able to hear the reason he was tied down and something down his throat. But he couldn't hear anything. All he could hear was a high-pitched hum. Ok, he couldn't move, he couldn't hear, there was something down his throat, and he couldn't breath through his nose. All of his senses were gone! He cried out in his mind in a terror. He couldn't think, he could barely breath with the stupid instrument choking him and all he could feel were the delicate touches that brushed across his forehead to a person he couldn't even see since he was too weak to open his eyes. He wanted to power up and blast whatever was holding him down to oblivion. Whatever it would take to get him out of the helpless position he was in. He was Sayian after all. He needed control and the ability to protect himself.

Ki! That's right. He could sense ki. Trunks took deep breaths, the hose that filled his throat allowing him access to pull in air. Was it a respirator? It was helping him breath, but he didn't want help, damn it. He wanted to breath on his own.

After trying to calm himself enough to use his six sense, Trunks mentally sighed in joy at the feeling of his mother's ki next to him. And slowly, his breathing began to slow on his own and his panic heart rate went to normal. Just the touch of his mother brought him so much peace. Must be a Sayian thing.

He wondered how he got into this position. He remembered Goten and the fight they were having. That was it! His father had attacked him. Why, was still the question without an answer. So was he in the hospital? Is that why his body wouldn't move? That must have been it. Man, did his stomach hurt!

Trunks felt her fingers poke around his eyelids trying to tell him to open them but his weak body refused so Bulma herself pried the lids apart, sticking her head in his blurry view and smiling. He wanted to growl at her but kept it at bay knowing full well his mother gets angry at him when he does that toward her. Along with his father. It was a natural instinct for a Sayian to growl when they don't like something, or when they really do. As his father had once explained to him. But he had to learn to keep it down, which had been pretty hard in the beginning.

She said something, her lips were moving but no sounds came out of it. He instantly concluded that he had busted eardrums, the genius that he was. That could be the only reason. He squinted his tired eyes up at her, shaking his head, hoping she would understand that he couldn't hear her. But she just looked at him with a cocked eyebrow before her hands reached out and gripped the tube in his throat. He felt like gagging as she slowly pulled the thing out, causing his breath to catch in his throat, literally.

Bulma was quick to have a hand clothe ready to hold against his mouth as he spit up all the extra fluids that were stuck in his throat. She rubbed his Adam's apple for him with her other hand trying to easy the pain she knew stuck in his lungs. Bulma herself had twice been put on a respirator after her delivery with Trunks and Bra. The birth had been so hard on her human body resulting her to be in intensive care for three days. She remembered all the pain and discomfort at having a tube stuck down her throat, she wanted to ease that for her own child.

Once his coughing fit had ended, she put the cup of water to his lips, letting him suck down as much as possible before he let his head fall back on the bed again. He sighed as the pain began to ease.

At the feeling of a cool clothe on his head, Trunks opened his eyes to see his mother smiling down at him before she began to speak again. He frowned at her before clearing his throat, but no words escaped his lips. He couldn't talk! His breathing increased ten-fold as panic began to form once again. Why couldn't he move his jaw!? His eyes were wide as he gazed up at her, fear present in his blue orbs. Her fingers though, began to gently stroke his brow, her lips were moving as if her words would calm him but her touch was enough to make his mind clear.

Bulma looked at her son in complex, why was he getting so round up? He knows he'll get better. Why won't he speak? Something is serious wrong. She slowly tore herself away from him, hearing him groan in protested but she kept her eyes connected with his, letting him know that she wasn't going far, as she lowered to the foot of the bed. Bulma picked up his list of injuries wanting to know why her son wasn't reacting to her words. She sighed heavily at the sight of a broken jaw and two busted eardrums. He can't talk nor hear.

Bulma stepped up to his face to smile down at him, wanting to calm his fast beating heart and held up her fingers in front of his face. She thanked Kami at that moment that they both knew sign language. Trunks had taken Sign and English Language for foreign credits. And in the process, he had taught her, which she was grateful for, especially now. She signed 'I love you' and he smiled back, calming himself once more. 'Wait. Be back.' She signed before hurrying out of the room.

Trunks watched her leave with his eyes wondering where she was going but in that instant he caught sight of his body. Barely moving his head up since there was a bone cracked in it, Trunks looked down upon himself. Metal bars wrapped around his arms, making them very uncomfortable along with unmovable, but fortunately that was all he could see since the sheet covered him up to the top of his naked chest. He frowned at this. Had his father really done this to him? Whatever he had done to cause this reaction, he needed to find out so he never said or did it again.

His eyes shifted as his mother came back in the room with a pad and pen. He smiled at her. She was quick to jot down something then hold it in front of his view. 'Do you hurt?' it read. This way it was quicker for them to communicate.

He nodded in response.

Bulma went to the wire that ran morphine into his blood and opened up the valve more. She was slightly worried, she had to admit. He was running a high fever and his blood pressure was below normal. And the blood loss wasn't helping much. She never had a pouch of blood from Trunks because no matter what he never gotten beaten to the point where he couldn't heal himself like he was now. And plus, they had the RT before. She growled mentally.

Bulma snapped her head to his whimper, watching him lower his eyes to his own hand. She took his hand in her palm and concentrated on the letters that he spelt into her skin. "What wrong with me?"

She stepped down to the edge of the bed and grabbed the clip board with the list of injuries and held it in front of his eyes, letting him read all of his wounds. His eyes widened as he continued for ten minutes till he pulled his head back and closed his eyes in, what Bulma thought, fright and shock. She turned and grabbed a needle from the operating table. He needed to rest. Before she poked it into his skin, she wrote on her notepad, 'It's a sedative. You need sleep.'

He nodded and closed his eyes feeling the light prick of the needle sink into his bruised skin. Only seconds later was he fast asleep.

Bulma leaned down and kissed his warm forehead, "I love you, baby." She yawned once before exiting the room, leaving it open just in case he woke up in the middle of the night and needed her.