Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ 'Walked Away' From Feeling ( Chapter 13 )

~~~~``` Chapter 12 'Walked Away' From Feeling.

No fuckin' tears for them lost years

I took the pain then i turned it to hatred

So dead to me

No fantasy---Forth Finger

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Last Time on Finding Peace…

Dr. Pow spoke first, "First, and I know we all ready covered this. But for the record. Tell us your name and occupation."

Vegeta didn't hesitate, "I am Vegeta, Sayian no ouji of a would be kingdom on a has been planet if both had not been destroyed. Any more brilliant question?"

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All he received as was a light smack on his thigh, "Don't be mean, Vegeta." Bulma chided.

"It was a stupid question." He fought lamely as he crossed his arms and slouched in his seat a bit.

Doctor Pow spoke up again, "What are you hobbies?"

"My what?"

"What do you do? Like to pastime."

"I train."

"That's it?"

"I eat." All of the doctors raised an eyebrow causing Vegeta to sigh, "I train, I eat, I train, I eat, I fuck the woman. And then I train."

"Vegeta!"

Vegeta looked over at Bulma with knitted eyebrows, "What?" She just gave him a sour look.

"It's all right, Mrs. Briefs. He can say whatever he wants, it doesn't harm us." Bulma nodded in response but glared at her smirking husband. The little bastard thought he won. She would have to rectify that later. "Now, do you have any brothers or sisters?" Vegeta shook his head, "Father and mother?"

"Dead."

"When?"

"thirty years ago."

"How did your mother die?" Vegeta adverted his eyes to the wall, not wanting to see the humans stare at him but could feel their eyes anyway. Who were they to ask such a personal question? It wasn't any of their damn business anyway. He didn't have to tell them anything. They had no right to know. "Do you know?"

"Of course I know!" He snapped tightening his jaw but calming slightly as a small hand slowly stroked his thigh. "My father killed her." He rose his eyes only to see them all writing something down on their clip boards, "What are you writing?" The doctors looked up at him.

"Vegeta, they are just writing notes, it's ok."

"No it is not, I want to know what they are writing."

"You can't."

"It is about me, I have a right to know, damn it."

"Vegeta, it's not allowed, just calm down, please. Just let them work." Vegeta glared over at her, soaking in her blue eyes pleading with him to not overreact.

He rolled his eyes in anger, "Fine."

"How old were you when she died?"

"Five. And I will not answer any more questions about her." He stated for finality. They nodded in response before writing down a few things. He didn't like this. How come he couldn't know what they were saying about him! He wasn't allowed, his ass. It was his information and he would like to know what they were doing with it. But he didn't voice. The woman wanted him to do something for her and it is not everything day she asks that of him. So, for the woman, he would compromise.

"How did your father died?"

"I wish by my hands. But unfortunately so, he was killed easily. By being blown up with my planet."

"Why weren't you on the planet?"

[A question I ask myself everyday] Vegeta didn't voice it though as he numbly looked away, "Frieza had me in his possession."

"Do you regret not being on that planet when it was destroyed?"

He was hesitant in this question. The woman's eyes were on him, he felt pressure from her. If he told the truth she would be angry. And if he didn't, she would be able to tell and still be angry. "If your wife is causing distraction for you Mr. Vegeta, then maybe it would be better if she went--"

"The woman stays."

"Maybe I should leave, Vegeta. I don't want to deter you from telling them anything because of me."

Vegeta snapped his head to her, "You stay. End of discussion." She smiled sadly and nodded before gently patting his thigh, reassuring him that she wouldn't leave unless he asked. She watched him sigh through his nose as he answered the question, "I have. Many a time regretted not being there. Not dying with the rest of my kind. But, I do not anymore."

"Why?"

Bulma smiled inwardly. They were really trying him and Vegeta was actually attempting not to cause any trouble. She could only fathom how hard it was for him to talk about his past and here he was, putting forth an effort, just for her. She would have to do something very special for him when this was over.

"Because…the woman…and her brats were worth it."

"You have kids?" Vegeta nodded. "Names and ages."

"Trunks. Sixteen in your human years. Bra. Four."

"How long have you been with your wife?"

"It varies."

"What do you mean?"

Bulma cut in to explain better. "Sayians have different marriage view. In his culture we have been mated for…" She glanced over at her husband.

"Fifteen years, three months, twenty two days."

"But we've been married for…"

"Fourteen years, five months, and twelve days."

"I thought you said your son is sixteen."

Bulma giggled a bit before explaining, "We had a few problems in the beginning. We fought for the first year and a half."

"Do you two fight much?"

He got a smug expression on his face causing Bulma to smile broadly. "Yes."

"About what?"

Humor stuck his voice as he began his list; "Before we came it was about what I was wearing. Then how I brought the little brat a dangerous animal that could have bitten off her head."

Bulma interrupted, "We fight about everything and anything."

"Why? And tell us the exact reason. Like how it makes you feel when you fight. We want you to get deep with your response, Mr. Vegeta."

Vegeta shrugged inwardly. He was never good with 'feelings' the stupidest and corniest human word he has heard in his whole lifetime. "It is entertainment mostly."

"So you never feel bad when she yells at you? Never feel…like say when she yelled at you for buying the child a dangerous animal, did you feel inadequate as a father?"

He frowned as he thought about it, wanting to put in words and not sound too stupid in the process. "Occurring to Sayian customs, I father correctly. But humans ways are much different."

"So is that a yes?"

He shrugged, turning his head away telling them all that he wasn't going to answer. They wrote a few notes in their pads before asking the next questions. "How was your relationship with your father?"

Vegeta's eyebrow rose, "relationship?"

"Yes. Were you two close?"

He stifled a small chuckle, "The closest I have ever been with my father was when he was pounding my face in."

Dr. Niné spoke up, "Did he beat you often?"

Vegeta stared at the young male for a moment trying to word his answer, "Sayians are violent. When we are angry, we do not hide it. We spar, and do not hold back our strength until our opponent either gives up or is unconscious."

"Well, 'we humans', know the difference between sparring, and getting beaten. Do you know the difference, Mr. Vegeta?" His jaw was tightened as he glared at the female. How dare she use such a tone with him! He had just the nerve to tell her that they were paying her big money and if she didn't watch it, she will be out on her ass. But, that little hand still gently rubbed his thigh made him bite his tongue, so instead he nodded. "Did he beat you?" With reluctance, Vegeta nodded. "How many times a week?"

"It varied. If Frieza paid a visit to our palace, then every day till the lizard left. Other then that, it was only when he was bored."

"Do you resent your father for that?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"The bastard's dead. What the hell do I care now? And besides, it made me stronger physically. After every near death injury, Sayians strength increases ten-fold, as you humans say."

"How much of your childhood before your parents were killed do you remember?"

"Two and up."

"Did your parents fight a lot?"

"Yes."

"Did your father ever hit your mother?"

His jaw tightened once again, "I told you my mother is off limits." He growled, before he got up and stalked over to the window.

"Ok, I'm sorry. But you will need to speak of her sometime, Mr. Vegeta. I think that's enough for today." Bulma stood with a smile before shaking all of their hands. "Same time tomorrow?"

"Yes, of course. Thank you again, very much."

"It's a pleasure Mrs. Briefs. Make your payment and appointment at the front desk before you leave."

"OH, and I would like to come again tomorrow. I will need a little more information if I plan on any type on medication."

"No problem just...Can you open the balcony door please?" They looked at her weird but Mr. Pow went over to the control panel and placed his key in the wall keyhole releasing the lock upon the glass door and watching it automatically slid open.

Bulma went up her husband and wrapped her arms around his powerful waist, placing her head upon his stiff shoulder blades. "When will you come home?"

"When my meal is ready."

"Ok, Thank you, Vegeta. I'll see you later." She let him walk out of his embrace before stepping onto the balcony and blasting off into the air. She sighed as she turned back to the gawking humans, "I told you didn't I?" They all blinked at her causing Bulma to laugh lightly, "Can you open that every visit of ours? Vegeta's kind of freaks out on elevators."

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Bulma giggled as she whisked her daughter from her car seat, watching the little one hug her tiny stuffed animal in her lap as she gave her mom a tight hug. Bulma smiled into her light blue hair before slightly pulling away and tickled the little girl's side. "Let me see that toy you won." Bra held it proudly up with a large smile. "What is it?"

The girl giggled, "A fish, mommy."

"I've never seen a pink fish." Bulma smiled as let the child slid down her body till her feet hit the floor. "You want to go see your brother?"

"Yea, Yea!"

"Do you remember what I said?" Bulma grasped the small female's hand leading her out of the garage and down the sidewalk toward the private building a few feet away.

"I can't jump on him 'cause he's very hurt."

"That's right. And you can't be loud either." She took a break to tell the elevator where to go.

Bra looked up at her mother before asking, "How'd he gots hurt, mommy?"

"He was sparring and he fell really hard."

"Did he get cut up?"

"Yep. But he's going to ok." After opening the door to her office, Bulma pointed to the door behind the desk and Bra hurried through it only to yell back.

"Is he takin' a nap, mommy?" She climbed up on the chair next to the bed and stood up, looking down at her broken brother.

"Yea, he's very tired."

"I want to wake him up. Show him what I got." Before Bulma could stop her child, the little girl began shaking Trunks' shoulders, "Wake up, butor. Wake up." The heart monitors picked up while the teenager groaned being pulled so abruptly from his nice and pleasant dreams.

His eyes fluttered open to see the familiar blue, huge orbs and cute round chubby face of his sister and smiled, "Hey brat." He whispered slowly shifting to pull his weak body up only to be denied. He sighed miserably but smiled for his sibling. He flashed his eyes up to his mother who waved to him, while she talked to the nurse that had been looking after him for the last four hours.

"Look what I gots, butor!" She squealed as she shoved the animal in his face.

"Bra, be easy with him. What did I say?" Bulma scowled, interrupting her conversation.

Bra stood still in the chair, sinking her head and pouting out her lower lip as she gazed pathetically , "I'm sorry, butor. Did I hurts you?"

"No, sis. I'm ok."

"Mommy told me you fall and gots cut up."

"Yea, squirt, something like that."

"When can you play again?"

"In a few days. And when I'm all better we'll go to the movies, what do you say?"

She smiled brightly at her brother before bouncing up and down, "Yea, Yea."

"Ok, now come here and give me a hug." Bra leaned down and wrapped her small arms around his front as his large one draped around her.

"Ok, little miss sun shine." Bulma smiled as she lifted the child off him, "Why don't you go get washed up for dinner?" Bra waved by to her brother and grasped the nurse's hand that led her out of the room. Bulma turned back to her son, kissing his forehead, "How do you feel?"

"Like a house landed on me. But I can hear and talk again."

"Obviously, what about your legs and arms?"

"My right leg is numb."

"We had to do a lot of corrective surgery on that one. You might limp for a few days after you start walking again. How about your stomach?" Bulma lifted the white sheet and pulled it to his waist before slowly pealing off the gauze.

"The nurse had called the doctors because it was still bleeding heavily. They used that new skin you made and put it on there after cleaning it up. I don't know if it's working."

Bulma winced as she saw the wound, "They put it on there too early. We have to wait till you stop bleeding. Any pain?"

"My lung and a few of my ribs. But dad says that when it hurts, it's because it's healing."

"I've been meaning to ask you something, Trunks." Bulma began talking as she placed on sterilized gloves to take off the fake skin. "Are you mad at your father?"

"I don't understand what I did-"

"You didn't do anything sweetie."

"Then why did he attack me like that? I've never seen him so…angry."

Bulma looked up him, "He just lost control. You know he loves you more then life itself, Trunks don't you?"

"I guess." Trunks shrugged as he dropped his head and looked away from his mother's movements, not wanting to see the sick bloody sticky skin. He winced as the cold air blew barely upon it.

"He just has some problems he's trying to fight on his own. Maybe if you ask him, he'll try and explain it to you."

"I don't know. He seems to be constantly mad at me. When I was young, it was different. I could read him like a book. Now…he seems like a stranger."

"Awe, Trunks, he's trying so hard to be a good father. He just, doesn't know how."

"Mom, I know. I know all of that stuff. I'm just…just…" his head fell back on his pillow, "am completely exhausted."

Bulma smiled with a small laugh as she dressed the wound after cleaning it. She covered him up with the blanket. "I'm going to give you a sedative to knock you out and hopefully, when you wake up, you will be in your bedroom, so I could look after you better."

"Hey, mom, when I do wake up, could you possibly clean my hair." She giggled but nodded, "And maybe someone else could take out this catheter. It's really annoying."

"Awe, won't let your mommie do it. Well, guess who put it in there."

"Eww, mom!" Trunks blushed brutally as he turned his head away, "Promise me you'll never do that again."

"Hey, I wiped your butt for three years and potty trained you, I don't think putting a catheter in you really is any difference."

"Promise me mom. It's difference now. Plus it's just gross."

"All right you big baby. I let that cute nurse that stayed with you all day do it."

"NONONO!"

Bulma laughed as she poked him with the needle, "Sleep, Trunks-chan." She gently stroke his cheek smiling back at him as his eyes refused to close. Slowly they faded only to pop open again till finally he faded into unconscious.