Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Raw ( Chapter 19 )

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The pictures left with me won't fade
These images affect me every day
Cause of you I feel I don't deserve
The life I see in her --Staind-

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Bulma let her eyes flutter open instantly groaning as the light from the sun shined down on her face, causing her to shrink back under her covers. How she dreaded this day and everything it meant.

It meant she was getting old. Something she never once thought she would become in all of her life. Another year older she was today, old-er. That is a stupid word.

But one thing about this day that always seemed to cheer her up was the attention she would receive from all of her friends and family. No matter how 'old' Bulma got, she would never frown upon fabulous occasions like the day she was born. That was a marvelous day indeed for all mankind. For where would the world be without the beautiful, talented, and brilliant Bulma Briefs? The planet would have surely dissolved by now if not for her ingenious inventions.

With those thoughts in mind, Bulma's smile brightened under the covers, wondering what will greet her on the kitchen table. Her children for the past years, had always made her breakfast on this day. Sometimes she would wake late enough for them to serve it to her in bed, others, it was waiting for her on in the kitchen along with beautiful roses and a few gifts Bra had spent hours coloring or gluing together. And Trunks always knew exactly what present to get her, somehow having enough money to pay for it all. Later, her dad and mom would stop by and the older Mrs. Briefs would make a huge lunch, which would serve all of Bulma's friends who would join her on this joyous occasion, before going swimming in the heated pool, or, like last year, go bowling all day long.

There is nothing more funnier then watching Goku bowl. Bulma giggled to herself at the memory. The poor guy and his unbelievable strength had smashed all of the pins with one roll of the bowling ball. All the Sayians had done it at least twice that day, before figuring out how much strength was needed.

With a happy sigh, Bulma threw the covers off her glancing up at the clock and frowning. It was nine o'clock. Usually they would have brought breakfast up by now. But Bulma shrugged, maybe breakfast wouldn't greet her this morning since her eldest child was still bed confined and Bra was too young to do it by herself. She didn't mind though, that didn't mean presents from them wouldn't be sitting on the table.

She quickly grabbed her robe and wrapped it tight around her large shirt she had worn to bed. Bulma ran down the hall, quickly checking Trunks who was still sleeping before tip-toeing over to Bra's room. She smiled with anticipation when the little girl couldn't be found. Presents!

Bulma hurried to the elevator, dancing on her toes as she waited impatiently for it to descend. With a aggravated growl, she all by pried the doors apart before stepping on the second level of her home only to find nothing awaiting her on the kitchen table. In fact, Bra wasn't even there, which was good because no one would be watching her but, why wasn't anyone there?

Confusion took hold of Bulma. She stepped to the playroom door, exiting the house through the sliding glass door to see Vegeta exercising and Bra happily playing in the sandbox, building a large castle. Bulma stepped to the edge of the porch leaning over, smiling, wondering what Vegeta had planned for her today. He usually never did but sometimes she was surprised with the things he offered. Three years ago, when she had woken up the same way she had this morning he had told her in more of an order tone that they were going to the beach. He didn't seem happy with his decision, if pouting the whole time he sat on the sand wasn't a dead giveaway. But Bulma had quickly grabbed his hand and yanked him in the water where she quickly turned that frown upside down.

She giggled to herself in the memory, obviously catching Vegeta's attention as he flipped up to his feet to glance up at her, "Good you're awake. Now I can go train." He stated impatiently, taking off for his GR.

Her smile slowly faded and then became completely nonexistent when he slammed the door to the GR. He's never once trained on her birthday. Well, that's not entirely true, he had forgotten a few times but that was many years ago after the cell games. He couldn't have forgotten could he?

"Mommy!" Bulma turned her eyes to the squealing child as she rose from the sand box, and ran up the steps to wrap her dirty body around her.

"Hey, baby."

"Mommy, I'm hungry. Daddy didn't make me anything." Bra pouted as she was lifted up in her mother's arms who sadly gazed down at her. Has the child forgotten too? That wasn't really a big deal to her but never had Bra not greeted her with a simple 'Happy Birthday' even if she had trouble saying it. One of the boys had always told her what day it was. Maybe she didn't say it because neither of them remembered?

Trunks would surely remember. She knew he would unless he forgot the date which could be possible since he hadn't been out of bed in a week.

"Let's go fill that tummy of yours." Bra smiled with a giggle quickly agreeing.

Bulma glanced back at the GR. Had he really forgotten?

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Vegeta could feel his mate's anger as she drove them to the doctor's building. She hasn't said one word to him about what today was, nor was she very pleasant to be around at the moment. This was the price he had to pay though. She would be beyond happy once she realizes what's going on and will apologize for treating him with the rude comments she seems to be filled with today.

Could she honestly believe that he would forget this? He was Sayian. Sayians do not forget anything. Sometimes they don't know the date but never do they forget. Vegeta had remembered the few times he didn't know what day it was. And boy, did he ever regret those. She was filled with malice for a week, not allowing him to sleep in their bedroom nor even come close to her person. She would even stop making food or ordering out for them and instead just hid herself in her projects at work, ignoring all of them. The only way he and his son were able to eat were going out and hunting.

After a week though, she would soon get over it and allow him back in the room except touching would be off limits for a few more days till Vegeta's patients would diminish and he would just attack her ignoring her weak 'no' and soon have her withering in pleasure.

The door slammed causing Vegeta to snap his head seeing that his woman was out of the car with her arms crossed, jaw clenched tightly while she tried to control her anger. Vegeta smirk. She sure had fire in her still.

Vegeta gently shut the door in response, mocking her, stepping up beside her. "What's your problem?" He questioned wanting her to think he had totally and utterly forgotten. It would be more fun that way.

"Just. Shut up." She shook her head. "I'm taking the elevator." She stated hurrying through the doors instead of being carried up the side of the building. She be damned if she let him touch her at the moment. It disgusted her to the extreme that he had forgotten, just looking at him makes her want to scream.

Even Chi-Chi had forgotten. She had stepped through the elevator with a smile causally saying 'Hi, Bulma.' Just like she had said every morning for the past four days. And that was it besides, 'Have a good time.' Before she sat down next to Bra who was still eating her breakfast.

Bulma stomped her way down the hallway, stopping suddenly as a 'Happy Birthday, Mrs. Briefs.' Reached her ears. She turned around with a bright smile, thanking the humans at the front desk and many others that past by her, relaying the same message. It only made Bulma angrier. All these people that she have never met and probably never will, knew what today was and her own family simply forgot! Bulma slammed the door shut to the doctor's private room and smashing her body down on the furthest part of the couch she could away from the Sayian who was sitting on the exact end. Vegeta watched her amusingly as she violently pronounced her entrance after he just finished telling the human not to say anything about the woman's birthday. She turned her body away ignoring the human that sat across from them, the male's eyes on her. "You all right?" Doctor Niné asked with a smile.

"Just fine." Bulma bit back. She could feel Vegeta's eyes baring down at her in humor. Just wait until she tells him what today was. Just wait! Then he'll remember. He'll remember the punishment for his thoughtlessness.

"Ok. Let's begin shall we. Yesterday and the day before we have gone through the extensive conversation about your father. And I think that you have finally taken into mind that you are nothing like him and will never become him. Right, Vegeta?"

Yes, it was true. The words the man had spoken throughout those two days had hit Vegeta close to his heart and mind, at times pushing him to leave for five minutes before he had the nerve to come back. Everything Niné had said had been right on target. Things that Vegeta himself would never ever say out loud or let himself think, the human had brought to the front of his conscious brutally. And now, Vegeta could honestly say, his father's words were harmlessly along with his memory. Vegeta nodded in response to the doctor.

"But, we ended abruptly at the mention of your mother." The doctor continued before Vegeta could cut in, "You need to stop denying that her death pains you and now, you have to face it. I'm positive that you still mourn her death and the only way to let her rest in peace is to let it go. And that's what we're doing today no matter if we have to sit here for hours for you to let it out. I'm not going anywhere and neither are you until we get through this."

The attitude of this human drove Vegeta far enough to earn a growl. But, secretly the human gained his respect over the past three days. Never once had Doctor Niné backed down, or showed any fear during Vegeta's tantrums which happened a few more times since, but none as bad as the first one.

Talking about his mother…Vegeta didn't know if he could do that. The doctor was right, like always it appeared. He still mourned her death for it was such a waste. What was the gods' plan when they killed her? Why did they need too? She was the only one that cared for him, that loved him. Why did the gods' want to take that away from him? It never made sense when Vegeta was a child. It certainly made none now. Vegeta shrugged inwardly, the man had helped him figure out his father, and maybe he could do the same with his mother. Vegeta just didn't know if he was strong enough to explain it all.

A half an hour past. Vegeta just stared at the doctor that never once took his eyes away from his. Bulma was sitting on the edge burning with impatience the whole time, her anger not helping much. With a annoying growl, she pushed herself from the couch and stomped over to the window, arms crossed and foot tapping. Vegeta smirked in his mind, still eyeing the human.

"Nukasa."

"Is?"

"My mother's name."

"Do you know how your mother and father met?"

"All non-mated females came to the palace and my father picked her."

"Why?"

Vegeta shrugged with carelessness, "Could have been because she was the strongest female on the elite squad. Or because she was the most beautiful of all Sayians."

"What did she look like?"

Vegeta's eyes shifted finally. They landed on the floor, his arms crossed over his powerful chest, flexing in past pain. His voice now more gentle then before as he gazed back in his memory to truly witness the beauty that was his mother. "Red. She had red eyes. No Sayian had red eyes. It was dark red, like the color of blood. She had long black hair that fell to her waist. She usually had it pinned to the top of her head so it would not get in the way of her training."

"Had she ever hit you?"

Vegeta snapped his eyes to him, baring his teeth, "Never." He growled, simply insulted that this man would ever suggest such a thing.

"Did your father hit her?"

Vegeta once again dropped his eyes, "All the time."

"You've seen it happen?" The Sayian nodded, "How did you feel when you saw that? Helpless?"

"I wasn't helpless."

"What did you do?"

"I attacked."

"But you were just a baby."

"I protected her. That was my duty."

"Now I see." The human nodded as he wrote on his clipboard, "You feel as though you failed her and that is why you still mourn her."

Bulma stared at him from the window, he could feel her eyes burn in the back of his head but he paid no attention to her. Those words he had long ago pushed behind him had finally been said. He had denied those thoughts toward himself, never allowing his mind to think of anything that dealt with his past events. And this human said it without a care, like it was that obvious the whole time.

Bulma let her hand unconscious rise to her heart. She could feel him again. The pain was almost unbearable causing her to silently pant. It all made sense now. The reason he couldn't talk of his mother, the reason his need to succeed in every goal he set for himself, and the reason it had taken her so long to win him over forever. He found out at such a young age how much it hurts to love and denied himself the want to ever feel it again. His mother had been killed, the only female he ever felt for and he couldn't save her. That was why he was so cold those first few years that they met. If he allowed her to get attached to him and somehow she was killed, or hurt, it would be his failure. A failure he wouldn't be able to handle again.

"But you do know, Vegeta. That it wasn't your place to protect her."

Vegeta stared at the wall, not having the will to look anywhere else as he remembered her screams, her cries, and the touch of her hand on his forehead, whispering words in his ear softly. "Whose place was it then?" He asked almost unconsciously, pain evident in his voice.

"I don't know." Niné said calmly, regretting that he didn't have an answer for the man's question, "But not yours." It was silent for a few minutes as Doctor Niné allowed the words to sink in the Sayians conscience. "You say you're father killed her. Did you see it happen?"

Vegeta's eyes slid up to him, "I don't want to talk about that."

"Ok. Ok. We'll take that step tomorrow, but you know you need to live it again, Vegeta. It's the only way. Tell me, how was your connection with her?"

Relieved that some of the drama dissipated, "She was like a earthling mother."

"So she cared for you, and tucked you in at night, told you bed time stories." Vegeta nodded, though disgusted at the pansy word usage. "How did she explain your father's behavior? Did she tell you it wasn't your fault?"

He was hesitant, knowing that he had never talked about his mother deeply, even to the woman. "Constantly. She explained that he was angry because of Frieza."

"Did you understand that?"

"Not at the time. But I do now."

"What changed?"

"I realized that Frieza was not just our enemy but our ruler. But that was only when my father gave me up."

"I'm going to write that last sentence now since we didn't cover that yet. We'll go back to it later. I take it you were close to your mother?"

"I guess you can say that."

"Did you love her?"

"She was my mother."

"So? We figured out that you hate your father. Do you hate you mother?"

"No."

"So you loved her?"

"I all ready said I didn't hate her."

"Ok." The doctor nodded his head with a mocking attitude that Vegeta noticed. "So…did you love her?"

"What is it with you and that question?"

"What is it with you ignoring it?"

"I didn't ignore it, I all ready answered it."

"When?"

"When you asked it the first time."

"I'm sorry I didn't hear you. Can you say it again?"

"I am not going to repeat myself. It's not my problem that your humans can't hear."

"Mrs. Briefs, did you hear anything?"

Vegeta quickly shot her a glare daring her to defy his words but she didn't even look back at them still staring out the window, anger rippling all around her. "Nope." She replied through clenched teeth. It was obvious she was trying to control her animosity.

"Two humans didn't hear you, Vegeta. You just lost." The male smiled in accomplishment, ignoring the eyes of the Sayian baring down at him, promising a slow and painful death if the blockade wasn't operating. "So…did you love your mother?"

Vegeta ground his teeth together wanting everything to just rip those smiling lips off the stupid doctor. How dare this man find humor out of his anger! It was as big an insult as they come!

The feelings of the electricity walls that surrounded him heated his skin giving him warning that he needed to calm down or get shocked. So, not wanting to cause any trouble today since it was after all his woman's Birth Day, a day that he had come to realize meant much to her for some odd reason. Another stupid human holiday. Why would humans celebrate the day they are born? They are obviously so self-absorbed if they thought their birth was considered a holiday.

Vegeta shoved all stray thoughts aside, calming his body enough so the heat extinguished. He stood up. "It's time to leave." He stated receiving only a smile and a nod from the doctor.

"We'll begin tomorrow with the answer to my question. Good Day."

"I all ready set up an appointment tomorrow." Bulma stated as she removed herself from the window to talk with the doctor.

"I know. Has Doctor Jitu asked you about Medication for him?" Doctor Niné was slightly stunned by the anger the woman showed for her husband. Her arms crossed, foot tapping, eyes throwing daggers at Vegeta who was just smirking with his own arms crossed.

"You should throw him in the ward. Then I wouldn't have to deal with him." Vegeta just chuckled in response, keeping his eyes connected with his angered mate, loving every minute of her rage.

"Umm.." Doctor Niné shifted his feet uncomfortably not knowing really how to answer that. "We really--"

"Yeah she called." Bulma snapped her eyes away letting them land friendly on the doctor, "I haven't decided if I want him anything as powerful as the ones she prescribed. I don't want him to be a zombie or have it effect his activity. Vegeta does many dangerous training and if his body was slow to react or something to that extend, it could end up with dangerous results. And besides," She added with much malice as she threw her gaze over to Vegeta once again with squinted eyes, " if he were too tired to train or incapable, he would surely waste away to nothing."

"Well, we surly wouldn't want that. Talk with her about it, maybe she could figure out something else."

Bulma turned back with a smile, "Yes, I will, thank you." The doctor exited the room with Bulma right on his heels until her arm was grabbed, swinging her around to slam into her husband's chest, "Let go of me." She bit through clenched teeth.

"Watch that attitude of yours, woman."

"Or what?"

"I might drop you." With that, Vegeta hoisted the female over his shoulder, ignoring her fists that smashed into his back as she quietly screamed to let her go. Vegeta strutted to the balcony, his smirk not faltering for a moment, finding much joy in her ranting. He hopped off the balcony, letting their body's free fall, chuckling to the point of laughing as her screams turned high-pitch in fright. But with twenty feet left before they hit ground, Vegeta charged up, blasting away into the sky.

"Where are we going?!" Bulma growled but sighed half-way in relief that Vegeta had taken flight again. She smiled to herself as she noticed all of the news reporters waiting impatiently by her car, staring up at the sky all in disbelief. Bulma waved to them. They had learned long ago that her husband had the capability to fly so it shouldn't come to a shock to them.

"Your younger brat is at Kakarot's."

Hearing his voice made her growl with rage once again, "Why couldn't we drive?!"

"It's faster this way."

"Could you at least carry me correctly!"

"Are you going to keep screaming?"

"Only if you keep carrying me this way!"

Vegeta sighed in indecision, rather liking that feel of her ass under his hand then having her pouting form in his arms. But the annoying sounds of her voice so high causing pain to his very sensitive ears decided for him. He shifted her body so she was cradled in his embrace, her arms crossed over her chest as she sulked. He frowned though catching a glance at her features. If he didn't know any better he could have sworn her face was wet. Could she be crying? No, that is impossible. The woman never cries. Let alone about stupid stuff of being thrown upside down. She gets angry, she screams, she does not cry!

Vegeta didn't ask, not really knowing what he would say otherwise. He never knew how to deal with a crying female. He usually only ended up making it worse. Anyway, once she realized that no one forgot it was her birthday, she'll be smiling like a stupid fool.