Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Healing To Suffer ( Chapter 31 )

~~~` Chapter 30-- Healing to Suffer.

I've built so many barriers

I'm healing to suffer again

Time has given me no remorse

Spiritually bankrupt

Just give me the grace to oppose this sin

Haunted by the things I've done

Is this guilt and shame the price I pay

I hate myself for this weakness--Hatebreed

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Vegeta's eyes snapped from his mate's to the door as the knob jiggled and he was quick to find out who it was only relaxing himself at the familiar ki of his son. Bulma turned her eyes to see her son's lavender head peak through, "Hi." He nervously stated.

"What's the matter?" Bulma asked.

"Nothing. I was just umm…coming to see if Bra was Ok."

"Oh. Well she's fine."

"Oh…well…Ok. Good. That's good to know. I thought she might be scared with seeing that movie and all."

"She's sleeping like a baby."

"Oh. Good. Ok. Then I guess I'll go back to bed."

"Ok."

"Ok." He reluctantly began to retreat.

"Trunks."

His whole body came through, "Yeah."

"Come on." Bulma laughed at seeing him smile broadly before shutting the door and jumping into the bed. She moved to the edge allowing her son to squeeze between herself and Bra, wrapping her arms around him as she kissed his cheek, "My big baby." Trunks snuggled his head into the side of her shoulder on the pillow basking in the soft attentions of his mother, her fingers slowly running through his hair, causing a reluctant purr to slowly sound. "It's a good thing we have a big bed." Bulma stated in a whisper to her husband watching him roll his eyes.

"Mom." Trunks murmured.

"Yeah, sweetie."

"I saw you on the news."

"Oh. It was a deserved hit, Trunks."

"I know."

Bulma's eyes knitted as she pulled her son from her shoulder to make him look at her, "What do you mean you know?"

"Dad?"

"What?" Vegeta huffed, looking at the back of his son's head.

"Does she know?"

The full-blooded Sayian stalled in his response on what that meant. He thought back to previous memories, the real reason the woman hit Epeon, then the words Epeon told the press, the response Doctor Niné had to the news, "Yes."

Trunks couldn't face his father so instead he closed his eyes and buried his head back into his mother's shoulder. Vegeta had cheated on his mom. And somehow, Trunks felt betrayed as well. Here he had thought that his father and mother, yes have their differences, but it is so easy to see how they constantly want each other. It made him empty. When he was little, he had truly thought that his parents were one of the few that would last in this world, even though they fought constantly.

But when you are nine years old, watching your father engage in intimacy with another woman on his bed, your pride in having the strongest Sayian alive as your sire decreases. Trunks had seen it happen so many years ago, had seen his father's hands run along the naked back of a female who was sitting on his lap, moaning and groaning as Vegeta licked at her chest. It was hard to face his father again, no longer having the same feeling he had before for the cold hearted warrior. That was what changed everything.

Trunks had thought that the affair had only happened once considering he never saw nor felt his father near another woman ever again. And his confidence in his father and mother's relationship was renewed. But hearing Epeon scream at the top of her lungs how his mother beat the shit out of her for fucking her husband just wasn't what the poor child needed right now. He was just glad he had put Bra to bed before she could hear of such sinful acts.

Bulma's brows creased when she felt her son's arm that surrounded her waist tightened. He was shaking causing Bulma to become even more worried. "Trunks, honey, what's wrong? Don't tell me you're scared of this storm?" She asked with a bit of humor as she tried to squeeze her head down to get a look at her son's features.

"I saw it." He stated a bit of a whisper having more anger then sadness.

"Saw what, Baby?" Bulma gently caressed his lavender hair.

"Dad and Epeon."

Bulma's eyes flashed up to Vegeta's seeing his own widen, "What did you say, boy?" Vegeta quickly asked making sure he had heard correctly.

"When I was nine. We had that pool party for mom's company. I went to find you. And when I did, you were with Epeon." The last part was barely audible as he whispered it through clenched teeth, trying to suppress his anger and his tears.

Bulma shook her head, gently smiled against her son, "No, honey. Nothing happened. Your father never cheated on me."

"But what I saw.-"

"That's as far as it went. He has told me everything. Listen, last night Epeon tried to get with your father again but he shoved her away, Ok? And then that night he told me everything that happened prior to that event. I fired her today, the obvious reason she is so upset. But you must not believe her when she says those awful things ok? Your father never did anything like that." She reached to grip his chin, raising his head from the crook of her neck, smiling gently as her thumb brushed his stray tear away. "You believe me?" He nodded, "Good. Now let's get to sleep, huh? I am exhausted." Bulma held the child's head to her chest gently stroking his head as she stared at her husband in despondency. She sighed but tried to smile to him, he only responded by shutting his eyes.

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"It's still there, huh?" Bulma laughed gently at the cocked eyebrow of her doctor as he study the x-rays that hung up before the light screen.

"Am I supposed to laugh?" Od responded with no emotion as he circled the big white spot on the side of a breast. Bulma dropped her head with a chuckle.

"Not you, of course not. You were never known for a sense of humor. Can I put my clothes back on now?" With a nod of his head, he continued to examine the x-rays and read-outs as Bulma redressed.

"So what do you think, doc? Am I going under the knife or what?"

"You know, your humor and sarcastic remarks show signs of denial." He replied. "And yes. To answer your question."

"What's the earliest appointment?"

"Monday. At two o'clock."

"I don't know if that's good for me. My daughter starts daycare and I have a new project--"

"Mrs. Briefs. If we don't get it out as soon as possible other complications might occur."

"Monday it is." She smiled falsely.

The doctor walked back over to his chair, placing his clipboard on the medical counter, "Mrs. Briefs, I know you feel the need that you have to go through this alone, but please, it is so much harder without someone with you. I am sure your husband wants to help with this."

"I know. I know. Guess I have to tell him now. He's kind of going to notice when I have big scar on the side of my breast and the fact that I am going to be throwing up constantly and loosing my hair." She smiled sarcastically, "I think he will notice."

"This is what I am talking about. Bulma, please, as your friend, tell him. Before you breakdown."

"Me, breakdown! Ha you are out of your mind, Od! When have I ever broken down?"

"That's my point. Everyone does, sooner or later, Bulma. This will be emotionally and mentally and physically draining. You need strength in someone other then yourself."

"Hear you loud and clear. I promise I will tell Vegeta."

"When?"

"Soon."

"Before Monday?"

"Before Monday."

"Ok. On Friday you need to come in so we can do a Pre-admission. My secretary will have all the information on what you need to do and what time you will need to show up."

"I'm starting to think that giving you your own office downtown from my company was a big mistake. I actually need an appointment to come down here. Sign my name and everything."

"Yes, well, I know it seems unreal but there are other people in this world besides you."

"Ouch. That one hurt. Don't forget who pays the bills for this building, old man."

"Talk about hurt. I'm not that old." He pouted in his big leather chair.

"Yeah, whatever, grandpa. I'll see you on Friday." Bulma waved making her way to the door but not shutting it without his parting words.

"Tell him, Bulma!"

Bulma shut the door, only to lean against it. She sighed heavily, squeezing the bridge of her nose, "Great, greatgreatgreatgreat. Just great." She whispered under distress before taking a deep breath and holding her head high with a bright smile as if nothing in that room just caused as much stress as a ten-ton weight.

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Vegeta growled stomping out of the NOT working Gravity Machine! What the hell is it that the woman can not create a simple battery that does not give out ever under such intense power!? He had half the mind to do it himself…that is if he knew how to make one. But that was not the point here. The point is that the woman can't do anything right! Damn, does he have to do everything himself?

Vegeta stomped his way down the sidewalk going into the building on the opposite side of his house. It was the woman's main working quarters. And he knew for a fact that she will be there above all place else since that was where her new invention lie. He jumped up to the second story and few into the window after pushing the side panel button. The woman had made sure to keep access to windows in all of her building available to the Sayian. Only because of his constant ranting when he couldn't get in and had to blast his way through. It annoyed the hell out of her but it got the message across.

Vegeta ignored the eyes of the workers in the building but once he sent a glare in everyone's direction they were quick to turn their heads and busy themselves. The angry Sayian went right down the middle of the work area only to be stalled by the sectary that always was stationed outside her door. "Mr. Briefs, you can't go in there."

He frowned. He was always allowed to go in anywhere. Even barge in during the woman's most important meetings. All though the secretary always tried to stop him. Vegeta turned, "Why?"

He cocked an eyebrow as she fidgeted in her place, biting her lip and Vegeta caught the scent of fear. Ok, something was up. "I promised her that I wouldn't tell you." The female stated before hurrying before the door and blocking it with her arms out.

Vegeta grunted. He did not have the patience for this. But he took the challenge anyway and stepped right up to the female known as Tiki. And glared at her with the meanest eyes he could muster without laughing. She quivered before him, turning her head away as she shut her eyes tight waiting for whatever blow the Sayian wanted to give her. She would not sell out her boss. She would surely get fired if she did.

But after a few minutes of not feeling anything and the sound of a door opening, she peaked her eye open to see no one standing before her. "Shit." She whispered before she made her way into the open door's of her boss's office.

Vegeta brow's knitted in agitation, seeing no one in this office. He growled before turning around just in time to see the female hurry in, "Where is she?" He snapped, barring his fangs so Tiki would understand that he was being dead serious.

"Umm.. I Umm..She…ummm"

"She. Is right here." Bulma's amused voice rang through the office causing Vegeta's eyes to snap to the doorway where the woman leaned against it with a smirk. "If you would have been smart, and used your ki senses you would have known that I was downstairs dealing with the new breakthrough. Then I get a call right in the middle of it saying that my crazy and jackass of a husband has busted his way into the building and was scaring my poor little secretary to death. But, I know you aren't as smart as you say you suppose ably are because of course, you would have realized this."

"You are lying." Vegeta growled reading right through her humored eyes and seeing a secret that lied beneath.

"And what would I have to lie about?" She calmly asked with a raised blue eyebrow.

Vegeta stalked up to her, getting right in her face and sniffing, "You have a scent of a male on you."

Bulma grinned deviously, "Yes, Vegeta, I do because I was downstairs fucking two of my workers that will explain the state of my dishevel and sweaty appearance. Just think of it as payback for your little molestation."

Vegeta did not find her sarcasm funny. She was not at all disheveled nor sweaty in anyway. He barred his fang, "Don't fuck with me."

Bulma's grin faded into a glare. "Don't insult me."

"Where were you?"

"As I said, downstairs working on something." Her aggravation was present this time and Bulma knew she was caught. Her cheek bones flexed as an effect of grinding teeth, sending a scowl directly at her too nosy husband.

"Lie."

"Maybe."

"I will find out."

"Fine. Goodbye."

"Not exactly." The tension quickly lessened between the two as Vegeta leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest with a smirk, "The GR is broken."

Bulma did not loosen her careless but stern features, "I said it will work for sixty days. How long has it worked?"

"Forty-two."

"Then for eighteen days, you are shit. Out. Of. Luck. Or just shit."

"I don't think so, woman."

"Oh? Since when do you 'think'?" Vegeta had no response but instead flexing his biceps in hopes of calming his anger and…something else. Bulma smirked "Tiki, please leave and shut the door on your way out."

The woman gladly took the permission and hurried out, shutting the doors tight behind her.

Right when that door slammed shut, Vegeta immediately had her body slammed against the wall. Each quickly attacked each other's lips as their hands ravished the other's clothed body. Vegeta instantly brought his hands down to her rump lifting her up to wrap her legs around his waist, never once breaking the kiss as he carried her to her desk, sitting her on the edge. Bulma worked on his spandex pants, lowering them just past his tight buttocks, freeing his hard erection while Vegeta pushed her silk skirt past her hips, moving the clothe that covered her entrance to the side before quickly pushing himself inside her. They both groaned at the tight and partly dry passage, causing Bulma to stiffen. It was something she was used too so the pain was barely even noticeable. He was just always so impatient. Then again, she was too.

Bulma's heels dug into his rump as she pushed him harder into her with every thrust of his hips. Vegeta's head buried into her neck, panting heavily in her ear while his hands clenched on her own ass, holding her in place as he continued to pound against her. Bulma bit her lip to keep herself from screaming, groaning low in her throat instead.

Her bottom lips clenched his slick muscle and at that moment both of them climaxed within minutes of starting. Bulma threw her head back, stalling all of her movements as her body tensed. Vegeta thrust into her only two more times, emptying himself inside his mate, lips sucking upon her throat, panting heavily into her sweaty skin.

Vegeta watched with heavy lit eyes and gasping breaths as his wife brought her forehead down to rest against his, kissing his trembling lips with her own, "We have.." she heaved, "got to…stop…meeting like this." Vegeta chuckle tiredly holding her tight and grasping her lips, swirling his tongue with hers while he gently removed his member from her.

After they both cleaned up their appearance, Bulma opened the window to her office as to ventilate the smell of sex from the room, "Why did you come here again?" She asked as she took seat into leather chair, leaning back in it and putting her feet up on the desk.

"The Gravity Room."

"Oh, yeah. What went wrong?"

"I hit the generator."

"You hit the generator…Damn it, Vegeta, how the hell did you manage that? It's under ground for Kami's sake." He shrugged while sitting half his bum on the desk and fiddling with her pencils, "All right, I'll have someone fix it by tonight." Bulma sat up right, shoving papers from the middle of her desk and running her finger down over the large calendar, "What's today?"

"Wednesday."

"Oh, yeah, Shit, I have a meeting in an hour." Bulma leaned back to rub her temple.

"Where were you?"

"I told you."

"You are lying."

"How do you figure?"

Vegeta leaned over the desk to plant his finger right on the day's date above a few words which he read out loud, "Doctor's appointment: Twelve P.M., Which is your lunch hour which was an hour ago. I'm not stupid woman, do not insult me as such."

"Look, I don't want to talk about it now, I've got to plan for my conference but tonight I'll tell you everything."

"What time?"

"I get off work tonight at six then you have an appointment at six thirty"

"Huh. How's your hand?" He grasped it from her temple to gently stroke his thumb over the bandaged knuckles.

"Hurts like hell. I get the stitches out tomorrow."

Vegeta dropped it from his grasp before he got up and stepped over to the open window. "You will tell me."

"Of course." She smiled to his back and watched as he jumped out. Bulma leaned back in her chair and sighed, resting her head in her hand, "We actually had a conversation....huh."