Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ 'Change' My Mind ( Chapter 11 )

~`~ Chapter. 10 Change

So now the waves they have subsided and my soul is bleeding
I can't take away all the shame I feel forgive me---Staind

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Vegeta dropped down in front of the building that held his wife and son. He didn't know what time it was, only that it too late for the woman to be awake. He shouldn't have even come back. No telling how mad the woman was, or what she will say now. She more then likely hates him for what he had done. The way she had rejected him had shown him exactly how angry she was with him. And he couldn't blame her. Only himself.

In all the years he had trained his young son, never once had he lost control, except that time when Trunks had caught him off guard and hit him. He could only react in hitting back. But Vegeta had made up for that, taking the kid to the park so he wouldn't go cry to the woman. And it was instantly better. Trunks had forgiven him, not like he needed the brat's forgiveness anyway. But now…would it be that easy? Trunks was older now, not a naive child, so easily persuaded by material objects. No, instead, his young heir was a brilliant man. Vegeta could honestly say, only to himself, that he was proud to be a part of the little tyke. Over the years the child had certainly grown on him, becoming more of a man that he never was but always wanted to be.

Vegeta lifted once more off of his feet, only to float up to the window on the second floor. The woman had obviously thought he was coming back since she left it open for him. He went inside going to the door at the end of the darkened hallway and pressing the code to open it. It swished up silently, revealing a mattress laid out in the middle of the floor where the woman slept peacefully on the right side, giving him his own space to fill in at her left. A small light was on at her desk, so she wouldn't be in total darkness. She always was afraid of the dark. Most of the time she had to sleep with the TV on which bothered the hell out of him.

He floated over her, stepping past her desk, only to stall at the doorway. There he was. His son. The monitors beeped around him, disturbing the silent air. A light sat on a stand next to the bed, illuminating his son's pallid, sweaty features. His bruised cheeks a slight shade of light red. He must have a fever. Shit.

Vegeta slowly stepped up, arms folded across his chest, knitting his brows while hearing the boy's wheeze. It sounded as if liquid was built up in his lungs. He frowned at that. The boy's arms were in metal casts, but that was really all he could see. Stepping to the bottom of the bed, he grabbed the clip board and read the list of wounds, snapping his eyes away in shame once he was done. He shifted to the side, reaching up to pull down the sheet and take a look at the burned wound only to find it covered in blood soaked cloth. Scowling at the tube that was in his son's chest, Vegeta reached behind him and pulled on new sterilized gloves. The woman should have a nurse in here to change his bandages every hour.

But then again…he shouldn't need it. Why was there so much blood? Why wasn't he healing yet? Vegeta went back down to the clip board and read the overall review. Too much blood loss. Shit. Vegeta almost threw the thing back down. And all that was happening over the hours was Trunks losing even more blood because of this huge wound because he didn't have enough blood to heal himself! It was like a big fucking cycle.

He removed the bandage over his burn and cleaned it with alcohol swipes before placing new gauze back over it. Vegeta checked the morphine bag, tearing the empty bag off the wires and hooking a new one back up. He looked around the room trying to decided what else to do to fix the damage he had done. Blood. He needed blood.

Vegeta ransacked all of the cabinets, trying to figure out where he had placed his secret stash of blood for himself. Sayian blood weren't as complicated as human blood. As long as you had a little bit of Sayian fluids in your veins, it would work and not cause any problems. So giving Trunks some of his blood wouldn't be an issue. He scowled as he checked the last one, growling to himself. He must have used it before. A long time ago, obviously since now they had the Rejuvenation tank.

Vegeta turned back to his child, and with nothing else left to do, pulled the sheet back up and sat down in the chair. He watched the boy's chest rise and fall with each weak breath. Shouldn't the boy be on a respirator? He didn't sound right. Maybe it was because of the collapsed lung. Anyway, he wasn't worried. For no matter how much pain the child was in, he would heal from all of it, even if he had great blood loss. It would just take a little longer. Tomorrow he had made sure to help the woman figure out what the hell was wrong with that fucking RT.

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Bulma yawned as she stretched her body. She sighed catching sight of the empty space next to her. Why hadn't he come home? He should know that she wasn't mad. She was just worried. More worried that he hadn't come back. Bulma threw the covers off of her form, getting sight of the clock. Three thirty it read. She groaned but heaved herself up, knowing she had to check on her kid. Bulma wrapped the satin robe around her pajama clad form, tightening the sash before stepping around her desk and into the room.

She stalled and smiled sadly at seeing her lover sitting in a chair with his back facing her, watching their child sleep. She frowned though at the sound of the boy's breathing. Maybe she shouldn't have taken out the breathing tool.

She slowly and silently stepped up to her husband, sliding her hands down his shoulders before wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning down to nuzzling his neck, "I was hoping you would come back."

"Why? So you can tell me what a horrible father I am?" He whispered bitingly not moving nor reacting to her attentions.

Bulma pulled back slightly at his anger. She knew this was just what he was thinking of himself. He always did this. Turning the things he thought as if she would think the same. She shook her head against him, "No, Vegeta. I don't think you're a horrible father. And I'm not mad." She sighed for he still didn't respond, "I didn't let you continue, Vegeta, because I wanted you to see just what is happening to you. You seem to ignore that there is something wrong. You don't want to admit it. And you don't have to. Not to me. Only to yourself."

"I can control it." He growled taking her words as an insult.

"Ok. If you believe that. Then what happened with you and Trunks?"

"I don't have to explain myself to you or to anyone, Onna."

She sighed against him. He was too angry right now to be reasonable. So she could only try and make it better by backing out of their would be fight, "You're right, my love. You don't." Bulma wished he wasn't so stubborn. But she needed to stop thinking about that. Goku was right. If she got her wish, Vegeta just wouldn't be Vegeta. And besides, his headstrong attitude is what had made Bulma fall in love with him in the first place.

Bulma smiled when she felt a strong, soft hand slowly rub her arm as if apologizing for causing her distress. She heard him sigh heavily before he dropped his hand. "What will they want from me?" His voice seemed hesitant which Bulma knew it was something he didn't want to even speak about.

"Nothing. Nothing that you don't want to give them. They will ask questions, you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but the reason to go and talk to these people is so you can lay some of your demons at rest. They will give you information on how to do that."

"What makes you think they won't run as hard as possible to get away from me?" She could feel the smirk against his cheek.

She smiled at him, "They will make no judgments, Vegeta. Nor will they be scared of you. I'll make sure it. And if you are worried about things like people finding out, they can't tell a single soul without your consent. Not even me. They want to help, Vegeta, not hurt." Bulma reached around, making him turn his head. She watched his cold, dark, painful eyes keep from connecting with hers. She smiled in spite and kissed his lips gently, stroking his tight cheek, "I love you." Bulma kissed him once more before she slowly left his person. "Come to bed when your ready." She stepped to the doorway only to hear his low voice, whisper in what sounded like regret.

"Make your call, Onna." She smiled lightly and walked out.

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Bulma's eyes fluttered open, moaning as she begged the gods to let her sleep just a little bit more. What had awakened her this time…noise…but from where? She rubbed her orbs, trying to clear away the blanket of exhaustion that still hung over her. She groaned, stalling instantly though at the shouts of tortured moans coming from somewhere.

Bulma's body snapped up from her inflatable bed as the sound of a muffled, 'Mommy' cried from the room next door. She flung off her covers, caring not for her robe, and ran as fast as she could into the chamber her son was in.

Trunks' head was thrashing this way and that against his pillow, sweat covered his battered cheek, eyes clenching tightly. His body was trying to move as if in danger but the casts that surrounded his limbs gave him no leisure. He was whimpering badly, groaning and moaning as he tossed his head.

Bulma grabbed a clothe, wetting it with the pitcher of water that sat next to him and covered his sizzling forehead with it. "Trunks.. Shit! He can't hear me." She chided herself as she tried to grip his chin only to have it torn away from her. She needed to wake him. He was obviously having a very bad dream or hallucinating from his fever, which depressingly still hadn't broke.

Bulma's eyes twitched around the room, trying to figure out what she could do until something struck her. She sat upon the bed, removing Trunks' pillows and instead, laid his head upon her chest. Not caring for the awkward position she was in, Bulma began to hum, letting Trunks feel the vibrations upon her chest feeling as if she was purring. She held his head tightly to her for he had wanted to pull away and continued louder.

His whimpering began to slow as he felt the constant beat and rhythm of something that somehow calmed the raging nightmare, easing it away behind a dark cloud. Bulma smiled into her son's lavender locks, kissing the crunchy hair, reminding herself to wash it when he is allowed to go free. She knew Trunks would have a fit if he saw the way his hair was. The perfectionist that he was.

His heart rate became lethargic, as he returned to a restful sleep not pledged by nightmares. Bulma gradually lifted his head from her chest and replaced the pillows as carefully as she could as not to awaken him. She sighed running a hand through her own messed hair, begging for a bathroom. She was afraid though to leave him alone. Not wanting him to wake up without someone hear to care for his needs.

Bulma stumbled over her bed, getting glimpse of the clock. Six in the morning was the read out and all she could do was groan. She had work today. She cursed under her breath, turning back to her desk to call up her father. "Hey, dad." She replied after his calm voice answered.

"Hello, Bulma-dear. I guess you want my grandchild back?"

"Well, sometime soon, no rush." She laughed lightly along with her father, "That's kind of not what I am calling about Dad. I need to take this week off. Trunks got in a little accident and I don't want to leave him alone, plus I got some things going on with Vegeta. So if you could, could you pretty please take over for the week?"

"Now Bulma you know that you own the company now--"

"Dad, I don't need another lecture. I know all of the crap. But something happened. And weather you take my place or not, I'm not going to work all this week so all the meetings I have are just going to be cancelled and all that money goes down the drain."

"All right, all right. I'll do it. But first, what happened to Trunks?"

"The boys were training too hard. Trunks lost a lot of blood and broke a lot of things."

"What about the Regeneration Tank?"

"Dad, you know that it's been broken for a few weeks. I still don't know what's wrong with it. And Koren has no more senzu beans. We just have to do this the old fashion way."

"Ok, honey. I'll take your place."

"Thanks, Dad. And could you ask Mom to keep Bra for today? Just for today, I'll pick her up tomorrow morning."

"I'm sure she won't mind."

"Is Bra up? I'd like to talk to her."

"No sweetie, she's still asleep. Had a long day yesterday. We went to Water Works."

"Did she have fun?"

"Are you kidding? Couldn't get her out of the water when the park was closing." Bulma laughed along with her father, wishing she had been there to see her baby pouting and stomping her foot in the water, refusing to come out.

"Thanks, Dad." They said their good-byes and Bulma hung up with a sigh.

"You look awful, woman." Bulma snapped around her head seeing the man she gave her life to lean against the doorway with a smug expression on his face. His arms crossed over his tight, bare chest while one foot crossed over the other.

Bulma smiled, "Why thank you. You look quite disgusting yourself." She commented before running her hands through her hair, trying to fix her appearance a bit.

"Go shower. I can smell you all the way over here."

Bulma glared at him before sticking out her tongue and grabbing her robe. She wrapped it tight around her, "You are such a jerk." She growled before making her way to the doorway where he blocked. "Move. I don't want to hurt your sensitive senses." Bulma slammed her fists down on her hips. How dare he insult her after the night that he had caused her to go through. She swore that sometimes this man only lived to make her life worse.

Vegeta smirked in response before grabbing her waist and yanking her body to fall into his chest. He chuckled at her weak attempt to pull away. Vegeta leaned down and nuzzled her ear, letting the woman hear him take a deep breath through his nose, "I never said it was a bad smell."

Bulma smiled against his cheek as she leaned back, "Are you complimenting me, Ouji?"

"Mistakes do happen." Bulma growled yanking her body away from him, hating how he was loving every minute of her anger.

"Jackass." She mumbled before pushing her way past him to go down the hall to the elevator. "If something happens with Trunks, get me!" She yelled before stepping into the moveable ground.

Vegeta never understood why human use those things. The elevators, that is. Yes he had one in his own home but he never once used it. They were so small you would have to be stupid to go into one of them. Vegeta unconsciously shivered at the thought of being in such a small closed space. He turned away and made his path to his son's medical room.

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Bulma sighed miserably, regretting her move as she turned off the relaxing warmth of the shower. She begged with herself for just two more minutes but she knew that she needed to get a head start on this ever-long day. First off, she needed to find someone that would watch Trunks, who had a parcel experience in medicine just in case something went wrong. Second, which would be the hardest task of all was finding psychiatrists that would see Vegeta today. Unless she went to a Mental Unit Building, which might be her only option. She didn't want Vegeta's chance to be past up. He had finally agreed but that didn't mean it would be the same answer tomorrow. He changes his mind as much as the weather. Sometimes, Bulma chuckled at her thought, he's just like a woman.

Being Bulma Briefs did have some perks though. Any Mental ward would gladly take three times the amount of money they would have made that day just to see one patient. Only problem was, not many would want to take an alien with extreme powers that was very violent when mad. But she would have to reassure them that she had some ideas up her sleeve for that.

After showering, dressing, and making breakfast, Bulma carried a capsule full of warm foods as she walked next door to her private building. She hurried up the elevator and down the hallway, hoping her son hadn't woken or caused any problems since her leave of absence.

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Vegeta leaned his back against the wall, staring upon his sleeping son. The boy looked no better then yesterday, which wasn't a good sign for a Sayian. He would need to do a blood transfusion. When the woman returns that will be the first course of action.

He didn't know why he had agree to do what the female wanted. It wasn't like him to do that at all. But seeing his extremely powerful son lying there looking on the verge of dying, he couldn't help but think what if something happened with the little female? What if he lost control upon Bra like he had done to Trunks? He would surely kill her. Even if she were Sayian she was almost as weak as the onna. And if that event occurred…he wouldn't be able to live with himself.

Who knows, maybe these freaks Bulma wants him to talk to will be able to do something for him. No matter how much he didn't want to admit it, he was a danger to his family and that he couldn't have. He has destroyed everything else in his life, but he be damned if he screwed up the one thing good he's got going for him.

His brows knit when his son groaned from the bed. Vegeta's eyes snapped up to the morphine bag that he had just refilled and watched it drip down into the tubing that went through his skin and into a vein. He frowned. Was that medicine not working on him?

Vegeta pushed himself off the wall to stand next to the boy, seeing if he was waking up. And sure enough, his blue eyes fluttered open weakly until they landed on him. He was more surprised at the small, unsure smile that tried to stretch its way on the boy's chapped lips. But it was soon lost as Trunks began coughing horribly, little specks of blood flying out on to his lips and chin. Vegeta frowned once more. That wasn't a good thing.

Trying to think of the cause, Vegeta lowered the blanket to get sight of the tubing that was going into the boy's chest, finding the problem immediately. The tube was splattered with blood. He wanted to growl at the sight. The boy would need surgery on his lung. There was too much fluid in it to heal by itself. The boy could have been just fine if he only had enough blood but now it was too late for that.

Vegeta snapped his eyes up to the doorway. Good, his mate was returning. She stepped through the doorway with a smile but it quickly faded at seeing the bloodlines of the tube. Bulma slid her blue eyes up to him and he nodded in response, telling her silently there was nothing else that could be done. She sighed but nodded and went over to the intercom to order surgeons and nurses to come to her building.

Bulma stepped over to the bed, kissing her son's forehead and seeing him smile with bloody lips. She grabbed a clothe and wiped his mouth clean, smiling back at him. She leaned back and signed something that Vegeta couldn't understand and watch his son's features depressed some but he nodded in response.

"What did you say?"

"I told him he needed to get worked on."

"I want you to take my blood." Vegeta gruffed before grabbing a empty bag from the cabinet and a valve along with a needle.

"Why?"

"Why else, woman? The boy can't heal without blood that he keeps losing."

"But I would have to test your blood to see if it is compatible first."

"No, you don't. You learned about my blood a long time ago woman. Have you forgotten that we do not have different types as your race does."

"No but I thought because he is half Sayian--"

"It will still work now do it." He shoved the things into her arms before sitting on top of a counter and holding out his forearm.

Bulma sighed as she stepped in front of him. She strapped on gloves before beginning the procedure she had learned in Med. School. After having Vegeta blow up the GR for the first time, Bulma had learned that with her limit knowledge of the body she would be wasting a lot of valuable time staying in the hospital with him for days every month. So after she took the class for her own knowledge, she built the Med. Bay Unit and created funding for Medical research for only the top surgeons and nurses in the world. And in effect, she had her very own hospital right here on her property, saving so much time and money.

She watched the blood flow through the tube into the bag and smiled at her accomplishment. Bulma looked up at Vegeta who was staring down at her with an unreadable expression. She ran her small hands along his thighs as she leaned up and placed a kiss on his soft lips. Trunks quickly turned away with blush upon his cheeks.

"It would have been really nice if you would have joined me in the shower." She nipped at his chin, giggling as he growled in response, more then likely beating himself up for not thinking about that. But Bulma saw the way his eyes moved so they wouldn't meet hers. She took his chin between her fingers, "He will be fine."

Vegeta yanked his head, "I know that, woman. He is Sayian."

Bulma continued to work on the needle into his vine. "Trunks will--"

"Don't." Bulma sighed, watching the blood fill the bag. She moved between his legs, wrapping her arms around her husband's neck and resting her forehead down on his shoulder.

"It will be all right, Vegeta. Trust me."