Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Fixer ( Chapter 18 )

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But tell me
Can you heal what father's done
Or fix this hole in mother's son
Can you heal the broken worlds within
Can you strip away so we may start again
Tell me, can you heal what father's done ----Metallica-

"Good afternoon, Mr. And Mrs. Briefs." A tall young man who sat drinking from a cup in his big chair greeted the two.

Bulma looked around, "Where are all the other doctors?"

"Well, Dr. Jitu isn't coming anymore since she was only supposed to be here for a day anyway, She will call you once she decides if Mr. Vegeta should be put on medication. And Dr. Pow was only here for a the first two days, he will also call you if he wants further conference. And the rest of us decided to split up our examination. In a few weeks we will change."

"And what do you do again?"

"I work in Abuse All types." Bulma nodded and smiled turning to her ever distant husband. She sighed silently to herself knowing the reason for his foul mood. Ever since last night he had barely looked at her, out of shame she concluded. But he needn't work himself up so much about such small things.

Trunks had come home an hour before they left, asleep. The doctors had agreed to stay with her son in case of an emergency and Bulma had paid a nurse to care for the injured while she was out. They had taken a picture of his stomach before allowing him to go home and all showed up well. His abdomen wasn't bleeding as much any more and now were able to put on the fake skin on his midsection. The bacteria was still present, seemingly making its way through Trunks whole entire body. By tomorrow with the help of his Sayian blood and enhanced medicine, the deadly infection should breach the blood.

Bulma, knowing Vegeta wouldn't listen to her to take a seat, took one for herself, snuggling into the cushions of the couch. There was no pain obviously since Vegeta had rolled her over right after she had awoken and healed her light wounds before gently laying kissing upon her back. His way of apologizing and it made Bulma perfectly content to receive such touches from him. Now if only she could get him to relax just a little all would not be in vein.

"So where do we want to start today?" Dr. Niné asked observing his patient who stood at the window like usual gazing out onto the town. He could sense something wasn't right today. But that was normal for patients like this. Sometimes they were fine, sometimes they just wished to die. But it was his job to find out why. "Rough morning?" The older man didn't even respond. He would have to take it in his own hands. "Well, since you have no suggestions, why don't we start with your father. What was his name?"

Bulma watched her lover sadly as he made no sound to respond. It had been hard enough to even get him to come here. Getting him to talk would take much more then promises of Chocolate galore and sex. The words 'Do it for me' more then likely wouldn't work since she all ready used that one to seal the deal on him getting in the car.

She sighed, rising only to have the doctor to halt her process. She stared back at him as he explained, "Please, Mrs. Briefs do not be upset but he is my patient. I need to be able to get through to him without you." With reluctance, Bulma nodded understanding what he meant.

The doctor waited for another five minutes before he spoke again, "What are you thinking about, Vegeta?"

The remark didn't come until several minutes after the question, "Why I'm here."

"Here as in?"

His jaw tightened, "As in this fucking building."

"Why are you here?"

"That is my question."

"Well, it's my question now. So are you going to answer it?"

His muscled arms flexed beneath the long sleeve shirt he wore, trying to master his weak control. This human was trying his nerves, which in another words, was very dangerous. "The woman wanted me here."

"Is that it?" A nod was his answer. "Why are you lying?"

Vegeta growled snapping his head to the young man, "I do not lie."

"Then you are denying the truth." Vegeta turned his body to the human, letting his arms fall to his sides, barring his teeth in response, but the creature seemed unafraid, "Your wife wanted you here. One reason. But there is another. One that you are even neglecting to think of."

Vegeta's fists clenched as he tried to calm himself knowing the woman doesn't want him lashing out at any humans but this man was being awfully pig-headed. Calling him a lair right to his face. "Which is?" He spat sarcastically.

"You may not want to think it, and you may push it away all you'd like, but there is some part of you, maybe very deep inside and very small. But it's there none the less, that wants to know if we can really help you."

Vegeta snapped his head away, crossing his arms over his chest turning back to the window, "That is ridiculous."

"Oh, really? So there is not one single, even a whisper of a thought going on in your head about us having the ability to get rid of those memories you have?" The Sayian shook his head once firmly. Only to receive the shock of his lifetime, "Then leave." The man said carelessly as he rose from his chair.

Even the woman gasped at that response. Vegeta faced the man in his own shock as he gazed dumb-founded at the human being. "What?" He stumbled.

"Leave. Why do I want to waste my valuable time on someone who thinks we're a bunch of shit. Money is time, Mr. Vegeta, and each second we are here, my money is going down the drain, so leave. Maybe I can spend my time on someone who is wanting help. Good day." He held the door open firmly, staring non-threatening but constant in the Prince's eyes letting him know that he wasn't bullshitting.

Vegeta growled at the pure insult the man had obviously stated in high-tech terms. Wasting his time, who the hell does this man think he is?! He is nothing but a pitiful, pathetic human! Vegeta flung himself at the man, ready to pound his head in wanting revenge on the rudeness the creature had shown to his person.

But instead of meeting the man's head, Vegeta met an invisible shield that singed his hand painfully causing him to jump back and hold the appendage to his chest to comfort. "Vegeta.." Bulma's voice sounded as she stepped to him, quickly to look upon his hand only to have him slightly, gently push her away as he placed his hand down to his side. She shook her head at his need to keep his manliness up in front of others, "I told you the first day. There is a shield around here to keep you from harming them. Are you all right? I didn't think I had the vaults put up that high."

Vegeta growled, turning to go to the window only to yet again shocked by the rays of the shield. "You can't go anywhere unless you calm down Vegeta. It will only get stronger by your anger."

As if heedless to her warnings Vegeta's instincts raged. He was trapped. Trapped, like in a cell. He lunged forward being knocked back by electric shocks but paid no mind as he shifted to ram into another part, trying to find anywhere that would help him escape this box. But there was no door. No release. Vegeta roared with power as he tried to find an exit, needing it more then anything at the moment but again and again he was knocked down. His power being sucked by the rays of light that kept stinging his skin, burning hotter and getting more powerful along with his anger.

"Vegeta!" Bulma watched his futile attempts of escape seeing the frightened expression upon his features as if he were a child. He looked…just like…just like a child.

"Why are you so angry!?" The doctor asked from the door, watching in slight worry but not expressing it. "Why are you angry, Vegeta!"

"I need to get out!" He screamed, ramming his body in the shocks of the shield, that seemingly was getting smaller and smaller around him.

"What made you angry?!"

"You!"

"Why?"

"Because you are wrong!"

"About what?"

"I am not a waste!"

"Who said you were?"

Vegeta growled violently as he powered up and flung a ki blast for the man's head only to have it sucked away by the shield, "You! You said I was a waste of your time!" He screamed, lunging his body weight against the electrifying walls.

"Who else said that?" The man calmly said half way in awe at the power of this creature. His hands fell to the wall when the building began to shake.

"What!?"

"Someone told you that you were a waste. Was it your father?"

"I don't care about him!"

"Never said you did." The doctor cringed as Vegeta continued to ram the invisible shield with his shoulder. The Sayian's shirt was ripped now, blood was sprouting from the skin burns. In attempt to get him to stop, Dr. Niné continued to talk, hoping his words would hit the alien's senses, "Your father told you, you were a waste. A waste of his time." Dr. Niné watched as the Sayian's face contorted in expressions of anger and old, old pain but his brutal actions never seized as blood dripped from his fingertips. "A waste of his love." He pushed himself off the wall to near the Sayian prince for the power the creature showed started to falter. "A waste of his blood."

And slowly and weakly, Vegeta's thrashing came to halt falling to his knees numb on the floor, his body shaking, and sweat covering his features. He panted heavily as if his lungs were being clenched with hands.

The touch of his mate when she kneeled next to him caused him to quickly power down not wanting to cause any more harm then he all ready had. He licked his trembling lips, gazing his sorrowful eyes up to his female who stared down at him with compassion while she gently stroked his cheek. "It's ok. You're ok." She whispered to him.

The doctor hesitantly stepped to the couple and kneeled down in front of Vegeta's view, "Do you believe that what he said is true?"

Vegeta gazed at him for a moment, panting heavily wondering how the human did it. How in the hell did this human trick him? Vegeta could have chuckled if he wasn't so damn tired. As he looked away, he nodded once, disgusted with himself at that admittance.

Dr. Niné smiled in accomplishment, "Why don't we take a break for a few minutes. Go get that wound cleaned up. You're free to hang in here." And with that said, he made his exit letting the couple alone.

Bulma was thankful to the doctor when he left. Vegeta hated being weak in front of her, he never allowed it in front of others. It would be a blow to his pride if the man had stayed a second longer.

Bulma's eye squinted in sadness when her lover yanked from her grasp and stood with his back facing her. She watched him take one seemingly hesitant step forward as if waiting for there to be an invisible wall in front of him, denying him room to escape the hole he was in. But when he found none, she could have sworn she heard a small sigh, in relief; she didn't know. He made his way to the glass wall, going through the doorway and resided on the balcony, taking deep breaths to come his shaking body, and quivering emotions.

Never had anyone been able to get information like that from him so easily. Even Kakarot and his words, never once did Vegeta respond to them with anything close to an agreement. So…could it be…that the doctor was right? Could there be a very diminutive, susurration of a thought, of a hope in him that wanted the help? That didn't deny the fact that maybe these people were capable of chasing away the demons that even the woman couldn't relieve?

To be honest, Vegeta never once thought that consciously. He was just going for the female. She had done everything in the world for him, given up so much, and suffered to the extreme just to be with him, he felt it was only right to agree to it. He had no right to deny her the one thing she wanted so desperately from him.

But the thing that effected him the most, that made him contemplate more then anything on. Was the fact that the one thing she truly wanted wasn't for him to say those three words to her, or to treat her like his wife instead of his enemy in front of the public. It hadn't anything to do with her. What she wanted more then anything of him, was to have help for him. So he would stop suffering.

Why? Just why? Hadn't he proved to Hades and to Zeus that he deserved no acceptance, no life, and definitely no love? He wasn't pure like Kakarot, he wasn't innocent, he had blood stained on his hands that would last him an eternity, and yet the gods had allowed him something that all creatures would die for. They allowed him to have someone to love him. Not just with the mind, but with heart and the soul.

Vegeta didn't know if it were a punishment, or a gift.

His beautiful mate was a gift from his Sayian gods. She was the gift of forgiveness. Forgiveness from the gods for making his life so unbearable at times, he had begged for death. Forgiveness for all the cruelties he was faced with. For denying him a life as a Prince, as the famous Legendary, and as the son of a loving father, and a living mother.

Bulma was the punishment. Everything that Vegeta had done in his past: all the murders, all the rapings and all the tortures he performed were now punishing him with that fact that he couldn't love the one person he wished with all his soul he could. He was damned to eternity to causing forever hurt upon his mate for not being able to give her what she desired more then life itself. And that, was real pain. Real sadness. And real regret.

Vegeta felt her lips on the back of his neck as her arms came and encircled his abdomen, "Are you are all right? I was so worried. I thought you were going to pass out. Are you in any pain?" Her forehead dropped on his backbone.

"I'm Sayian, Woman."

She giggled, "Stupid me. What was I thinking?" And she just held him. No more words spoken, no movements passed. She just stayed there behind him, holding him the only way he would let her in public. And he was fine with that. For it made it look like he didn't want her touch when really he was savoring the feeling of her body pressed up against his.

"Are we ready to continue?"

Bulma jumped slightly in surprise feeling Vegeta chuckle against her chest. She growled in response only to have him turn around to face her and smirk. "Oh, just shut up." She spat, turning in the building being followed by a smug Sayian.

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"Daddy!" Bra squealed, flinging from the couch to run to the balcony where her father had just landed. She was quick to wrap her small arms around his thigh.

Vegeta dropped his mate from his arms letting her grab the female from his leg then went to greet Kakarot's harpy. "No, mommy, I want Daddy." Bra protested as she wiggled and fidgeted in Bulma's grasp trying to reach for her father who strutted over to the kitchen.

"Let Daddy eat, Baby. You know he gets cranky when he doesn't eat." Bulma positioned the female on her hip waving good-bye to Chi-Chi as the elevator door closed.

"Like me, mommy?"

"Much like you, baby girl." Bra giggled and buried her head in her mother's shoulder. Bulma carried the child over to the kitchen. She punched a few buttons on the fridge door before the door slid open revealing pre-made chicken, turkey, and meat all served on five different plates along with vegetables and fruits before ordering the bot in the pantry to take the plates over to the impatient Sayian. Before closing the door, Bulma grabbed a juice box for her daughter who eagerly took it. "Watcha' do today?"

"Aunt Chi-Chi and me went swimmin'. Then we eatten lunch. Then we watched TV."

"Sounds fun."

"Why you and daddy leave again today, Momma? Why can't I go wit you? Where you go?"

Bulma shifted her eyes to her husband who was at the moment stuffing his face, but very gentlemanly. He cleared his mouth with a napkin, glancing up at the woman and shrugged then dug back into his food. "Well, honey, Daddy's been getting some help."

"With what?"

"Daddy has really bad dreams."

"Like the boogie man?"

Bulma laughed but nodded, "Very much like the boogie man."

"But you said he doesn't exist?"

"He doesn't but in Daddy's dreams he is very much a live. So he's been getting help from people that will chase away the bad people in his dreams."

"Oh…Well, why can't I come wit you?"

"Because some of the things Daddy dreams about are not very nice. He doesn't want to give his bad dreams to you."

"Will them help Daddy?"

Bulma smiled and kissed the child's nose, "Yes." She let the girl drop from her embrace only to watch Bra waddle over to her father and crawl in his lap. Bulma giggled as Vegeta glared at her before glancing down at the body that was in his path to his meal.

Bra blinked her baby blue eyes up her father, smiling, wrapping her small arms around his neck, "Don't worry, Daddy, I'll protect you from the boogie man until those people chase him away."

Bulma smiled brightly, leaning against the counter, waiting to see what her husband would do. She knew he never does well with female children. She remembered when little baby Pan had jumped on top of him while he was lying down. It had been one of the normal parties Bulma has for the group every year, the only time they seemed to get together. He had his full of food in his corner and had laid down to take a nap but instead was interrupted by a small child jumping on his stomach. Let's just say when Pan started crying, Vegeta looked like he wanted to blast the damn kid. He looked so helpless carrying the crying child by the arm far away from his body like she was a contagious disease.

Bra never really cried. And whenever she did, Vegeta was quick to shut her up by taking her in his arms and setting her on his shoulders, but that was only when she wouldn't stop any other way. The sour face he wore during those times was always enough to make Bulma crack up laughing, tears springing from her eyes before she ran to get the camera. Oh, she's paid the price for taking pictures of him like that, but there was no price she wouldn't pay to have those pictures past around at parties.

Her face lightened as his hand rested upon the little female's back as if hugging her only to have him soon grip her shirt and lift her off his form to place her down next to him. Bra was giggling the whole time, shining her big blue eyes up at her father who only half way smiled in return before he began eating again with Bra content to just sit next to him. She sure was a daddy's girl.

"I'm going to go check on Trunks." Bulma went to the elevator and hurried to his room. She gently knocked, peaking it open, smiling when she saw her son's azure eyes staring at her through heavy lids.

"Hi, mom." He choked through his tired throat.

Bulma entered, going to his bedside, "How do you feel, honey?"

"Like I'm dying."

"By tomorrow who should be able to sit up in bed. Any pain?"

"My stomach in burning. And my blood feels like its trying to rip out of my body."

"That's because it's fighting a bacteria that seeped into your wound. Have the doctors told you anything?"

"Yeah, Hensi told me everything, she just left to get some more morphine."

"You've been using a lot of that stuff. It's going to have some effects on you when you stop using it."

"Why?"

"With your Sayian blood, Trunks, you get addicted to stuff faster then normal. Without the drugs your body will go through withdrawal. That's why I usually never use it on you guys. But I wanted to ease your pain. So now we have to face the consequences, but by tomorrow, I want you off that stuff. Now, let's exercise your muscles. What do you want to do first?"

"My legs."

"How's your right one?"

"Numb. I can wiggle my toes though."

"Oh, yeah, let me see." Bulma lifted the sheet to bundle at her thighs, grabbing the wiggling toes and tickling them. But the reaction wasn't as it usually would have been, "Man, you must be numb, I would normally have you squealing and squirming." Bulma lifted the paralyzed leg, bending it in all directions having Trunks hiss in pain with each bend.

"So umm…" Heat rushed to his cheeks, "Who put the catheter in this time?" His eyes widened as his mother smiled and winked up at him. Trunks groaned resting his head back on the pillow, "Gross!" he cried. "I'm going to have to bathe for a year to ever get that feeling away."

"Oh, I'm just kidding. One of the men doctors did it. Can't even have my fun." She mumbled slowly massaging his knee. "Trunks?"

"Hmm." He replied, eyes closed as he relaxed under his mother's hand ebbing away the pain in his leg.

"That girl that came by. She was your girlfriend, right?" She smiled at the boy quickly blushed, his eyes lidded in tiredness, nodding. "How old is she? And please don't lie."

Trunks bit his dry lips before sighing, "Nineteen." He watched in amazement as she just nodded before switching her place beside his bed and picking up his left leg, slowly bending it. "You're not mad?"

"Why would I be mad? I wish you wouldn't lie to me but I'm not mad."

"I thought you would freak out since she's three years older then me."

"Are you kidding? If she was five years, I'd be a little worried. But I don't care really. You're a man now. I have to accept that my baby boy is grown up. Just be careful, Trunks. I don't mean just with…you know…the things you teenagers do these days. I mean…" Bulma sighed before laying his leg down and pulling the sheets over him, stepping up to gently bend his arm, massaging it. "Well, there are people out there Trunks that really are obsessed with money. They don't care who they hurt as long as they get it. Just, Don't let any woman get to you that's after your money, Ok?" She graced his flushed cheek with her hand seeing him smile in response.

"Yeah, Mom. I promise."

"Good. And might I say, Trunks, she is one beautiful girl." Bulma smiled adoringly at her son's blush as he nodded. "Now what do you say that we try and get you to eat solid food unlike that tubing stuff."

Trunks dropped his head to the pillow, groaning, "Don't mention food. My body hurts so bad, I know if I try to put something down it, it will just come back up."

Bulma shook her head stepping to the opposite side of the bed again and carefully moving his other arm, "I'm going to have to call that collage of yours and tell them you're not going to be in for awhile."

"Mom, it's not like High school. They don't care for the reason your absent, they won't let you do make up tests or anything."

"Well, I'm Bulma Briefs. I can make them do anything. If they don't let you do make up tests I will tear the place down."

Trunks groaned, "Oh, man, how embarrassing."