Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Suffered but Not Today ( Chapter 26 )

~~`` Chapter 25 Suffered

Tried to keep it all inside
Didn't leave me too much pride
I forced it all down inside
Forced myself
To make me suffer---Staind

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Bulma waited outside the bedroom door of her son to come out. She could hear Bra's squealing from the kitchen. She sighed at that thought Chi-Chi had brought up. It would be way too weird if Bra and Goten dated when they got older. She didn't know how Vegeta would react to that nor did she like the idea herself. But then again, if she were to choose any person on earth for her daughter to spend the rest of her life with it would be the older half-breed.

Bulma shook her head. She shouldn't even be thinking about things. It was way too soon to be thinking about who her daughter was going to marry. Let's get her in school first before thinking of such impossible possibilities.

The door opened bringing her out of her thoughts. Trunks sat in his wheel chair, Goku right behind him. "Thanks, Goku."

"No problem, B. Let's go eat! I'm starving!"

"Goku, you already had breakfast."

"Yeah but that was ten minutes ago." A sweat drop rolled down Bulma's temple

Bulma shook her head, watching as her younger best friend strolled happily down the hall. "Anyway." She pointed her son, "You are not staying in that wheel chair. Up now."

"But Mom-" He pouted.

"Nope, if you don't get up and start using your legs Trunks you might never be able to use it with as much flexibility as before. Now come on."

"Hey, what's going on?" Goten sounded as he walked down the hallway, Bra upon his shoulder happily smiling.

"Mommy!" Bra squealed, crawling down Goten's body to hop in her mother's arms.

"Hey, baby doll, did you have a good time?"

"Uh huh, me and Goten watched movies all night."

"That's good." Bulma set the child down who waddled over to her brother and climbed up on his lap. "No, Bra, You're brother's going to be getting up." Bulma dug into her pocket, pressing the button to the capsule to reveal crutches. She handed one to her miserably son. "Come on, get up."

Trunks hauled himself up with the help of the stick and Goten who held his arm on the other side. Once he became stable on his feet, Bulma handed him the other aid, propping it up underneath his armpit. Goten pulled the wheel chair so it wouldn't be in the way, then took his place behind the sick Sayian just incase the man fell back.

Clenching his teeth to ease some of the pain, Trunks moved the crutches forward, taking a deep breath then a small step, causing greater amount of agony then he would like to admit. His blue eyes shined to his mother, begging her to let him stay in the chair just a little bit more but she shook her head.

Knowing that he couldn't turn back now, Trunks moved the crutches again and started off on his left leg, hissing when he moved his right. After twenty minutes and forty little tiny steps, Trunks got to the end of the hallway with his mother and best friend right beside him.

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"I all ready answered that stupid question, I will not again." Vegeta gave his final word, adamantly folding his arms over his chest propped stiff on the couch before the therapist.

"Fine, fine. I'll let you go only because I know you won't answer it. But that brings things for me to think about concerning your wife but I'll leave that to your other therapist." Dr. Niné wrote a few sentences before he began to speak again. "Today, and if we must we will stay here all night. But I will give you some leverage. If you answer my question fully and completely, you may leave immediately after, even if that means our session will be cut short. Agreed?"

"Depends on the question." He stated stubbornly. His eyes roamed to his giggling mate who sat next to him out the couch. Vegeta rose a suspicious eyebrow at what the hell she was cackling about but decided he didn't care and left it alone. He had to admit that he wasn't in the best of moods. Ever since he saw his eldest son on those damn walking sticks groaning in pain every time he stepped on his right leg, his 'good' spirits had diminished rather quickly.

Trunks wasn't one to lie about things like that. When he was a kid, a few times he tried to trick the woman that he was sick and couldn't go to school, but Vegeta simply offered that if it wasn't school it was training. Miraculously the kid ran out the door to catch the bus spitting out that he was suddenly feeling better. Illnesses of this earth cannot harm a Sayian, no matter if he was only a half-breed. Vegeta though wouldn't go as far as saying all illnesses couldn't harm the child.

Ever since Kakarot's heart disease, Vegeta made note in spare time to research on other kinds of illnesses of this world, wanting to know what else could harm a Sayian. He found only a few cancers that were capable of reducing the strongest warrior in the universe to a pitiful heap incapable of getting out of bed till death finally greeted them. But no colds, or flues would bring down such superior blood. Which brought back to the subject that Trunks was no faker.

Trunks was a warrior that needed to prove his strength to him at all times. Vegeta remembered more then not a few times where Trunks passed out during training denying his own words that the boy needed to rest. The half-breed dealt with pain as well as any other Sayian would, with heedless care. So seeing the boy walk with such trouble, Vegeta knew it was sincere. No matter how much Trunks denied it to his father, he was in serious amount of pain with each step.

Hence the reason for his not so corporative mood.

"Explain your mother's death."

"No."

"Oh." The man said with it like it was the obvious response, before he stood up to go to the desk in the corner. He pushed a button receiving a 'Yes, sir?' from a female on the other line. "Cancel all my appointments for this afternoon and redirect them to my lunch period tomorrow. If need be, I will stay late to receive all of them." After the affirmation from the woman, Dr. Niné strolled back to his chair and sat down, before reaching under his chair and picking up a magazine, contently began reading it.

Vegeta's brows knitted together not certain on what the man was doing. The doctor seemed to notice this and smiled while never once lifting his eyes from his reading material. "I told you, we'll stay here all night if we have too. You are going to answer that question."

Vegeta glared for a moment then turned his eyes to the woman, secretly asking if he could do that. She just shrugged her shoulders and leaned over to pick at a magazine that laid on the side table.

Vegeta frowned, tightening his arms over his chest as he tilted back more into the couch.

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Vegeta sighed for the forth time, his eyes sliding over to the wall clock that ticked another minute by. Six twenty-four was the time. Two hours and twenty minutes that he could have been training. He did not have patience for this. His eyes glanced around to the two humans who sat contently that seemed to be very interested in what they read. Was this allowed? Could this human make him say things against his will? He had made it perfectly clear that he didn't want to say anything about her so why wouldn't they listen!

"I'm going to go call Chi-Chi and tell her we're going to be a bit later." Bulma announced before she got up and went out to the balcony to call on her cell phone.

Vegeta followed her with his eyes before letting them rest on the doctor who seemed to be enjoying his paper more then he should. "You know." The doctor suddenly spoke, his eyes never taking attention from the article, "You would have been gone over two hours ago if you would just explain to me how your mother died."

"I have told you once. I have told you twice. I do not want to speak of it."

"Cause it pains you."

"No. Because it's none of your damn business."

"Oh… well, forgive me for stepping over my grounds." The doctor mocked before placing the reading material down on the floor and rolling his eyes over to the angry Sayian. "Does it hurt you that much to talk about it, Vegeta?" Vegeta's eyes looked away. "Have you talked about it with anyone before?"

"No." Vegeta growled through clenched teeth.

"Don't you want too? Don't you think it will make you feel better if someone other then you held the secret of how your mother died? Wouldn't you like someone to share your pain?" Vegeta remained silent and unresponsive. "You have nightmares don't you, Vegeta?" The doctor asked, heading in another approach.

"No."

"Oh? That's not what your wife tell me."

"I have flashbacks. Sayian's do not have foolish dreams like you humans."

"Ok. Flashbacks. Do you sometimes share them with your wife?" With a hesitant one firm nod of the head, the doctor continued, "When you share them, does it feel like…" He searched for a right word, "Does it feel like, a weight has been lifted from your shoulders now that someone knows?"

"No."

"You're lying." The doctor watched in amusement as the Sayian's brows knitted in slight anger. "I can tell just by the tone of your voice. It does make you feel better. Relieved, you can say. Just imagine how much freedom you can feel once someone knows of that secret you've kept for so long? I can tell you something, though, your mother would be able to rest in her grave if you let her."

"And by telling you, she can 'rest' can she?" Vegeta asked with humor. This human must think he is as stupid and naive as a little brat to believe something as that.

"Maybe not me. Maybe her." The doctor pointed to the woman on the balcony.

Vegeta followed the path to his mate who continued to talk to the other woman on the phone, her hands were over the rail as she leaned against it watching the sun set and occasionally laughing. Bulma must have felt his eyes for she turned slightly around and winked at him before continuing on with her conversation.

"You may go. I know you're not going to tell me. Not now anyway." The doctor rose and walked out the door.

Bulma just hung up the phone walking in with a confused expression, "Where's the doctor?"

"He left." Vegeta answered as he stood, stepping up to his mate.

"Oh, Ok. So are we ready to go home?" She asked as she slipped her arms over his neck, kissing him just lightly, playfully.

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Vegeta stretched out his king sized bed, flipping through the channels on the transparent TV screen. After coming home and training for only two hours, Vegeta had given up. His mind was too unfocused as of right now resulting in him getting repeatedly hit with his own ki blasts, angering him even more. So after getting something to eat, he retired to bed, not knowing what else to do at the moment.

He could hear his baby girl's giggles coming from down the hall. He wondered briefly what she was doing but with a glance at the clock and noticing that his mate was with his daughter, he realized she was getting a bath.

Vegeta leaned against the pillow, his burn mark on his chest causing a mental hiss. He glanced down at it, seeing the first degree burn that sizzled over his left torso. The woman will be sure to cause a hissy when she sees that.

He sighed heavily, thoughts of the doctor roaming in his head. Vegeta understood the words the human spoke. Talking to Bulma would undoubtedly help, but Vegeta still denies that help is what he needs. Talking about his mother would not make him feel less of her death. He knew that just by his thoughts alone. The Queen of Sayians was the only one he had trusted, cared for, and he dare go so far as to say he loved her. And in result, he had failed to protect her because he was too damn weak.

It always seems to come back to that. He had been too weak physically. In every fight that Vegeta had been faced with over the past twenty years of his life, he has always been too weak to win. With Frieza, Kakarot, Androids, Cell, and then Buu. He had failed with each one. And no matter how hard he worked himself, he was never able to kill those that threatened the life of him and his family. It has always been that way.

So when Bulma asks why he trains so damn much, his answers with a shrug. But he knows the reason is always to get stronger. In case ever a threat, he would be able to protect his family. Was there really any other reason?

Vegeta was brutally yanked from his thoughts as his door was pushed open and a very naked little girl squealed in delight as she waddled over to the closet, putting her finger to her lips toward her father before she mischievously shut the door.

Vegeta's widened eyes blinked. What the hell was his daughter running around naked, not to mention soaking wet, and hiding in his closet? His answer soon revealed itself when Bulma came in the doorway, hair stinking to her face, shirt soaked with water, and a towel draped over her arm, "Have you seen Bra? That little bugger got away from me." She dropped to her knees to peak under the bed.

After she rose again to look at him, Vegeta pointed to the closet. She smiled and gently tip-toed to the door, "I wonder where she could be? Bra? Where are you?" She laughed silently when the little female squealed in excitement from inside the closet. "Hmm…I guess she's not in here." Vegeta watched with a raised eyebrow, wondering why the woman was saying such things when she stood right outside the door his daughter had gone into. Human ways are so weird. It still confused him, even if he saw it more times in the past four years the woman act all stupid when around the little girl. Watching TV shows, he realized it was natural for a parent to do silly things in order to make their kids happy. He remembered no such things when he was a child. Sayians were completely different when raising brats.

He watched with disinterest as Bulma flung open the door with a scream causing the child to also retaliate with a scream of her own before she made a run for it only to be caught by the woman, "I got ya!" Bulma yelled out in triumph, tickling the wiggling and squealing girl in her grasp before smashing the naked child on the bed and throwing the blankets over her.

Vegeta shook his head, chuckling lightly at the stupidity of the whole thing. His daughter crawled through the sheets, squealing when Bulma grabbed her foot and began tickling the little appendage resulting in the brat screaming for her life while she laughed.

Bulma yanked the child down to her, "Bra. Let's get Daddy." With a affirmative nod, both the females crawled on the bed. Vegeta eyed his mate, daring her to even try messing with him right now. She seemed to just smirk as they crawled closer before Bra jumped on his lap and tickled his sides. Vegeta only stared down at her with knitted brows.

After several minutes of trying, Bra frowned, "Aren't you ticklish, Daddy?" She asked in a pout.

"Bra." Bulma offered from her position near his legs, "Watch this." Vegeta sent her a warning glare, only getting a flash of the glint in her eyes before she reached out and ran a finger down the middle of his foot. Vegeta jerked in response, pulling his leg away only to have her do it to the other one. He couldn't really move as result of having a naked Chiba on his lap.

Bra squealed, hopping off and jumping up and down on the bed.

Bulma smirked crawling her way up her husband's body on her hands and knees, stopping when she got right in his face. "Play."

"I am Sayian. I do not 'play'." He said the word as if it were foreign.

"Now I know that is a lie." She giggled before reaching and grabbing Bra's foot, causing the youngster to fall on her bum.

"Get the brat dressed woman." Vegeta ordered feeling quite uncomfortable with a naked child rolling in the bed sheets.

"Oh, Vegeta it's harmless. It is not wrong for parents to see their child naked. Remember Trunks? When he was a baby, he loved being naked." Bulma crawled off her husband rolled to bring the child in her arms, who snuggled up against her chest and the blankets. Bed time had past over a half an hour ago. Bulma wrapped the child in a warm fluffy towel that she had brought in, kissing the top of her child's lavender, wet hair, "Goodnight, Baby."

"I love you, mommy."

"I love you, too, baby."

"Can I sleep with you guys tonight?"

Bulma flicked her eyes up to her husband, secretly asking if that was OK. Vegeta just shrugged. She whispered down into the child's ear, "Just for right now, honey."

Bra slowly pulled from her mother's grasp, towel tightly snug around her before she crawled over to her father and plopped down at his side, wiggling as close as she could next to his body and sighing in contentment.

Bulma smiled, moving up to fit herself behind her child but resting her head on her husband's shoulder. "Give me that." She grabbed for the remote only to have Vegeta move it from her reach.

She glared but instead extended her hand to the fullest almost rolling on top of the small sleeping child to retrieve it. She noticed Vegeta's amused smirk and glinting eyes, but it only mad her madder when she couldn't reach it. "Ass." She mumbled before giving up and placing her head against the back board instead of on her husband.

Vegeta grunted in triumph as he just won this battle. He dropped the remote in her lap, letting it be known that he was the victor.