Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Won't Cry, Face It. ( Chapter 33 )

~~``` Chapter 32. Won't Cry, Face it.

Well you've done enough to prove us all
Won't let them get you down
But now I think the moment's there
To show yourself your weaknesses
I see you've figured out by now
This ain't the way that things go
And the time has come to work it out
You will, yeah-----------------------Krezip-

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"I have breast cancer." Bulma stated with a weary smile while nervously staring at her gorgeous son over the breakfast table, a perfect way to start off Thanksgiving morning.

Trunks' jaw fell open in shock, "Wha…"

"Mommy, what's bast canser?" Bra pouted in her confusion.

"Come here." Bulma pulled her daughter from her high chair and rested the little girl in her lap. "Breast cancer is an illness. Bad little bugs in mommy's body are killing the good little bugs that keep mommy healthy. But it's only attacking in mommy's breast."

"Why?"

"I don't know baby."

"Are you gonna die?"

Bulma giggled, "No, baby. The doctors are going to fix me up so I will be as good as new."

"What are they gonna do?"

"Well, give me your hand." Bra's little hand stuck out and Bulma directed it to the side of her breast, "You feel that bump?"

"Yeah."

"The doctor's are going to go and cut it out so it doesn't cause any trouble."

"Will it hurt?"

"Maybe. But I'll be on a lot of pain killers.

"And that's it?"

"Well, not really. After I get better I have to get a shot every week for six weeks. And these shots are going to cause mommy to be very sick for a few days."

"Why do you need a shot, Mommy?"

"So the bad little bugs don't ever come back."

"And then after that?"

"I will be as right as rain." She kissed the child's temple. Bulma lifted her gaze to see her still dumfounded son staring at her with troublesome eyes, "You understand?"

Trunks yanked himself from his stupor, still dazed when he spoke, "I…I thought….I thought that they had cures for that stuff now?"

"Well," Bulma dropped her head with a sad smile, "They do. But I was bad and hadn't gone for a check up these last two years. I hadn't thought I would need it. Both your grandparents have no record of breast cancer. So I assumed."

"Why the hell did you do that?" Trunks almost growled, brows now knitted in anger.

"Watch your tone, boy" Vegeta quickly warned with a growl of his own.

"No, Vegeta." Bulma gently stated, "I deserve his contempt. I'll explain later." She smiled reassuringly before directing her gaze back at him. "I shouldn't have. I was wrong. But, Trunks, everything will be fine."

"Whatever." With that he threw down his napkin and stomped out through the balcony doors and took off to the morning skies.

Vegeta bared his teeth, "What the hell is wrong with him?" He stood to his feet ready to go after the little punk only to be stopped by his mate's hand.

"Let him go, Vegeta. It's the way he deals with things. When he's scared he gets mad, it's in his blood."

"What the hell does he have to be scared about?"

"He's worried about me. Just let him go. He'll calm down and deal with his feelings on his own." Bulma gently stroked her daughter's silky hair, "What say you, little miss?"

"I want to watch my cartoons."

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Bulma growled agitatedly as she continued to pace on her son's balcony. She glanced at his clock through the open doors seeing that it was eleven at night. He hadn't been home all day, and with a concerned call to the campus he hadn't shown up for any classes either. She didn't have Nesa's phone number and she thought about just using her rich ways and getting it but if Trunks was there and Nesa told him, he would be even angrier that she was checking up on him, then he definitely wouldn't ruturn.

Earlier that day she had called Chi-Chi for a normal conversation sneaking the words in about if Trunks was there only to find out disappointedly that Goten and him were suppose to spar that afternoon but the lavender-haired prince never appeared. Bulma had kept the information about her illness a secret. Chi-Chi was a wonderful friend and never once talked to the press about Bulma's private affairs but this was something she didn't want anyone to know except those that were her family. Even Goku had to stay out of this one. If no one knew, then no one worried. Just as simple as that. She wasn't weak. She didn't need people to fret about her.

The trial had gone according to plan. Epeon got nothing. None of the so-called witnesses suspiciously saw anything that Epeon described in the office so the case was dropped immediately. But Bulma wasn't one to let things just go. She instantly filed a lawsuit against the ex-Capsule Corps. employee on charges of sexual harassment against a married man and child abuse. Bulma hadn't decided if she was going to take the woman's money yet, considering she had all the money in the world. But giving the female a good scare will certainly be satisfying enough. The court date was set on Saturday.

Bulma sighed as she turned to hear the door open but frowned to find Vegeta standing smug in the doorway. "He is on his way." He stated.

"Thank Kami. I hate worrying about that kid." Bulma walked up to him, dropping her forehead on his chest. It was quiet for a moment. The only sound was the hum from the computer in the corner. "Vegeta." He flexed his peaks in response causing a small smile to reach her lips. "Do you regret having kids?"

He snorted at that question, backing away from her, "What a stupid question." He replied, strutting his way down the hall and into the main bathroom were the fridgeator was stored.

Bulma shook her head. She suddenly swung around at the shutting of the balcony doors. "Trunks." She whispered in relief but her brows knit increasingly at the sight of the blackness that laid under them.

"I don't want to talk." He growled emotionlessly as he past her only to be stalled by a hand on his chest.

Her calm attitude flipped with his tone. Her fists slammed on her hips glaring dangerously at him, "Well you're gonna listen." She smashed her finger in his chest, "Don't you ever run away and not tell me where you're going. Do you hear?!" He ignored her, swatting away her hand, moving over to his closet to take off his boots. Bulma's eyes slit, "You know, Trunks that I'm very lenient about your curfew. I don't care how long you stay out or when you come home. All I want to know is who you are with, and how I can reach you, and that I know that you are safe. But you better damn well remember that you are only sixteen years old. Still under my care. So until you reach eighteen you better not runaway again."

"I didn't runaway. I was at Nesa's."

"How the hell was I suppose to know that?"

"Oh, cut the crap, mom. You knew I was there the whole time. That's the only reason you didn't call."

Bulma smiled mentally, proud of her son's observation. But she shook her head. "That's besides the point."

"No that is the point. You knew where I was, I did come home, I didn't stay out late. Yeah, I missed school but It's not like I don't know everything anyway. I don't get the point in going to school when I teach the professors. I don't know why you're mad and technically I don't care. I have the right to be mad, not you! You lied to me. You kept your illness from me! I'm not as stupid as you think I am, mom! I'm not a little kid, you don't have to shield me from the world. Shit happens, you have got to let me face it."

"Like you did this morning, Trunks! You ran away!"

"I didn't run away! I just needed time to think! You can't just expect me to be OK with this! You can't expect to tell me you have cancer and have me just sit there and smile like Bra!"

"And I understand that, Trunks! I do."

"Then stop with the bubble, Mom. I'm strong. Just let me deal with it on my own, you cannot expect me to just be all right about you being sick. You mean everything to me so you have got to give me some time to deal with it. But don't keep it from me. When you need help during your sick spells and stuff do not shield it like you do all the time. I am so sick of you being so strong, Mom. It's not healthy for you."

"This conversation has gotten off topic."

"I knew it! You close up like a clam when ever the conversation deals with you. Well you're SOL, mom, because right now it's all about you. You're sick, and you'll need us. Dad may not see it, Bra may be clueless but I can tell. You're scared. And you have ever reason to be. And it's not weak, mom. No matter what Dad says, it's not a weakness to be scared. Or to cry. Now if you don't mind, I would like to be alone." He slammed the door to his private bathroom.

Bulma stomped her foot with a growl. "Oh that little bastard." She whispered to herself before she plopped herself on his bed right in front of his door. "Changing the fucking conversation. Like he doesn't realize I saw where this was going. Just trying to get out of trouble. I'll tell you why I'm mad. You just wait till you get out of there you little brat. And Vegeta says he takes after me. As if. And just when did he think he could talk to me like that. It's all Vegeta's influence that son of a bitch." She mumbled consistently and waited impatiently with her foot tapping the floor, daring the door to open.

After several half an hours, Bulma sighed irritably, her anger fading with each passing second that night wore on. It was at these moments she remembered just how tired she really was. Bulma leaned back on the bed, resting her head on the backboard. Her eyes slowly drifted.

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"Mom. Mom. Wake up." Trunks nudge his mother's shoulder, clad in only boxers after exiting the bathroom after his long bath. He hadn't meant to fall asleep in the water but after the emotional roller coaster he's been on these past few hours, he could have done nothing to prevent it.

Bulma growled awake, her eyes widening as she took in her surrounding and her son's face, "Trunks? What's wrong?"

"You fell asleep on my bed. It's two in the morning. I kind of fell asleep too in the bathtub." He admitted, taking a seat and leaned back, taking the extra space on the pillow his mother was laying on.

"Oh, yeah." Bulma yawned, sitting up, trying to remember what it was she was going to say. "I'm mad at you." She stated, knowing only that but not feeling the same anger as before.

"Yeah, same here." He mumbled back, speaking sluggishly as he stared up at the ceiling.

Bulma turned on her side and laid back down with her elbow propping her head up. She stared at him a moment, "Something's wrong." She stated with a small sad smile as she gently lifted her fingers to his cheek, "You've been crying."

"I have not." He quickly scoffed brushing her hand away.

"Honey. What happened?" She gently whispered more pleadingly then before. "You've been acting weird since you first came back."

Trunks growled caring not for the punishment, as he rolled onto his side, with his back to his mother, "Just leave me alone."

"Why are you so angry?" She whispered to him.

He sighed, his features calming along with his Sayian rage as he gently stated, "I just want to be alone right now."

Bulma chuckled a bit, scooting closer to him and wrapped her arm around his side, resting her chin on his shoulder. "I've been told that I am very stubborn and very persistent so you can tell me now or you can tell me later, either way, you're going to tell me."

Trunks couldn't help his little laugh, nodding his head in agreement. But soon the pleasant mood suddenly was cut off by a more depressing feeling in the atmosphere. Secretly, it made Bulma nervous, never really ever seeing her son be so depressed. She prayed the gods that it wasn't because of her. She whispered his name again only to have him cut her off, "It was all a joke." He whispered, his voice straining.

"What was?"

"Nesa and mine's relationship. At least that's what she said."

Bulma sat up, wanting to make sure she heard right, "What happened?"

Trunks barred his teeth at his tears but he refused to brush them away right now. His mother couldn't see it from where she was sitting so no need for him to add suspicion. "I went over there this morning. We didn't go to class. We stayed in all morning and all afternoon. I told her about you. Then stupidly, like a fucking child, I told her I foolishly fell in love with her. She didn't know what to say at first. Then she started crying. I didn't know what I did. I thought girls were supposed to be happy when guys say that. Then she told me how it was all prank, that she had to lay with me at least two times and have proof to be accepted in this sorority. I felt so stupid! I should never have thought a girl like her would be interested in anything other then what every other fucking girl wants!" He stalled for a moment, taking a deep breath before slowly exhaling, "I'm sorry, mom. I'm just…I'm just not in a good mood right now."

"Oh that bitch! I'm gonna kill her!" Bulma jumped from the bed, her fist raised in the air, "How dare she do such a slutty, shitty, thing to my son! Oh just wait until I get my hands her!" Bulma yelled on about to make her way to the door only to have a sudden angry Sayian before her path.

"No, mom! You can't do anything, OK? This has nothing to do with you."

"You are my son! It was everything to do with me! She fucking used you, Trunks!"

"I know, Mom, damn. But if you go down there I'll be the laughing stock of the entire world. And it doesn't have anything to do with you mom. No matter what you think. This is just between me and Nesa. I dealt with it. I'll deal with it. But you can't help by beating her up, or taking all of her money, or making her miserable. This is what I mean. You've got to pop the bubble mom. I'm a big kid now. And besides…I don't want to hurt her, mom. I can't. I don't know why, but I couldn't even hurt her. Not with words, not with fists, nothing." He miserably stepped back to his bed, dropping down on it with his face buried into his pillow.

Bulma rubbed her eyes with her fingers as she sighed depressingly before making her way to his side, and gently rubbing his back as she placed a kiss on his shoulder, "My baby. I had hoped you would never feel something like this. I know it must hurt. And I guess you're right. This has nothing to do with me. I promise I won't do anything stupid, honey. And all I can say, is that, the pain will pass. Later then sooner, but it will pass."

His muffled voice came through the pillow, "It hurts really bad, mom."

Bulma rested her cheek against his shoulder, "I know, baby."