Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Tainted Love ( Chapter 34 )

~~`` Chapter 33 Tainted Love

Once I ran to you. (I ran)
Now I run from you.
This tained love you've given
I gave you all a boy could give you.

Take my tears and thats not nearly all.
Tainted love (ohohohoh).
Tainted love. ---Billy Idol-

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Bulma awoke with a yawn, stretching out only to meet a body next to her. She rubbed her eyes clear of the sleep and peaked over to her son, smiling sadly. He lie on his side, his eyes open just barely as he stared at a picture of him and his ex. She rested her chin on his shoulder, "Good morning, little love."

"Mom."

"Hey, you want to do something today? Let's say me and you spend the day at the arcade, then we can go shopping and maybe, just maybe if you beg, I might just take you car shopping." Bulma grinned knowing that car shopping would surely brighten his spirits considering how long he has been begging her to get a car.

But her joyful mood was crushed by his emotionless, "I just want to stay home today."

Bulma nodded depressingly, "Understood. You want me to make you breakfast?"

"I'm not hungry."

She sighed and kissed his temple before gently running her fingertips through his lavender locks. "Maybe later on today we can talk. There are few things I need to discuss with you. And don't worry; you're not in trouble. Chi-Chi's coming over to watch Bra while your father and me go to my doctor's appointment and then we go to his. We should be home around three."

"Kay." He snuffled.

"Woman! Get your ass down here!" Vegeta barking voice ordered through the intercom causing both to cringe.

"What an ass." Bulma mumbled, scooting off the bed.

"Thanks, mom." Bulma turned back and saw his small appreciative smile. She knew what he meant, and nodded in response.

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"Put your shirt on!" Vegeta quickly ordered as he stomped his way to the medical table she now sat on.

"Vegeta--" Bulma was stifled by her shirt as he physically began to put her in it. "Stop it, you dumbass!" She grabbed her shirt and ripped from her face, quickly wiping her messed hair from before her eyes.

"Why the hell are you stripping!?"

"Vegeta, were you not listening! I have BREAST cancer! So therefore they have to see my BREAST!"

"Don't say that so loud." He chided looking around the empty room. Vegeta glared at her for a moment, letting his mind go over the possible things that could have gone in the doctor's offices before his knowledge on the subject. "Someone has been looking at you?" He bit through clenched teeth.

"Oh, here we go." Bulma rolled her eyes, throwing her hands up in the air.

"Who the hell is it? Is it a male!?"

"Yes, Vegeta. My BREAST doctor is a male. And he has touched my BREAST and seen my BREAST up close many, many times!"

It isn't that she said the word 'breast' with such enthusiasm that made him pissed. And it wasn't so much that she has a male doctor then it was the slow speech one would use with a child that she spoke to him that set him off. "When the fuck were you going to tell me that!? No male is ever allowed to fucking touch you! Where is he?! I'm going to kill him! No one touches what is mine!"

Bulma grabbed his arm before he could make it to the door, his ki unconsciously crashed to zero the second she was close. He whipped around, glaring at her, almost daring her to tell him to stop. "Vegeta please calm down."

"Why the hell should I!?"

"Listen to me. You can be mad with me all you want later, but he is the best doctor in the world. You do want me to have the best doctor, right?"

"That is not the point."

"Oh but it is. There are not many doctors that are females that are still in the breast cancer field since the cure and none of them are the best. I tried, Vegeta. Because I knew you were going to be like this. But I had no other choice so please."

"Why does he need to see it? Or touch it for that matter?"

"What is he going to do? Do the surgery blind and from a mile away?"

"I don't like this."

"Then you can go and sit in the waiting room. As long as you're here in this building, I feel better. You don't have to stay in here."

Vegeta's jaw clenched constantly for the better part of two minutes as his eyes wondered the small medical room before he rolled his eyes in surrender. "Fine." He bit. "I'll stay. But you owe me big time." He snapped away from her and stubbornly plopped himself in the chair in the corner with his arms crossed tight of his puffed chest.

"Besides, I don't even think Od is--"

"Od?"

"Yes. Od."

"What the hell kind of name is that?"

"Obviously his kind of name."

"Who is this 'Od'?"

"Well if you would have let me finish, you would know." Vegeta rolled his eyes and huffed. "Like I was saying, I don't think Doctor Od will be in to do my Pre-admission."

At that moment, a cheery brunette swung open the door with a bright smile. "Hello, Mrs. And Mr. Briefs. I will be your nurse today. And I guess we better get started." She held her clipboard in front of her, "First I have a few questions, if you don't mind. It's just a little survey we do that helps future practices in this profession."

"No not at all. Go ahead."

"First. When did you first notice it?"

Bulma's eyes strayed over to Vegeta's. "A few months ago." That was what Vegeta had said.

"Uh huh. And what were you doing? Were you washing or doing a home test? Something like that?"

"Well…not exactly. You see…my…um…my husband noticed it first."

Her brown eyes stared at Bulma for a moment, blinking a couple of times to tell them that she was still alive besides the wide smile that seemed to be burned on her face. Then it clicked. "Oh." She blinked over to Vegeta before going back to Bulma, "OK. Next Question." She wrote down the answer before swinging her head back up. "Have you any discomfort at times?"

"A few times, but none to really bother me."

"When was the last time you had a check up?"

"About two years."

"All righty then. Thank you every so much. Now all we need to do is extract some of your blood, measure your breast, and get a urine sample from ya and you'll be good to go. What would you like to do first?"

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Bulma lay snug in the large comfy couch with quilts wrapped around her form tightly in the middle of her living room. The windows all open to let in the chilly air filling the room with the fall scant that she loved so much. All the lights were off, the TV pushed aside so she had perfect view of the sun setting from her cozy cushions inside her home. Vegeta was busy in his GR beating away the memories of his conversation with the therapist. Trunks was upstairs drowning in his self-pity while Bra was over Gohan's with Pan.

The silence of the house allowed Bulma to sigh contently and create a small smile to creep on to her lips. She was so glad that she wouldn't have to go back to work for six months. She could finally take a long needed vacation.

Vegeta had made her tell her parents about what was going on, practically doing it for her by shoving the phone to her ear while he held her down with the other hand and dialed the number. After listening to her mother cry on the phone for an hour, her father finally took it away from her and told her he would take care of the company till she was better and hire a maid to help out with the kids. Bulma was grateful don't get her wrong, but she didn't want any one helping her with her kids. She can do it just fine. Nor did she want to give up her work so a deal was made. The maid would be on standby if Bulma ever lowered her pride to allow someone to help and she would be able to work in her home lab whenever she wanted and everyday in her computer there would be a file on the day's events in the business.

However, taking six months vacation does not go unnoticed by the media when you're as famous as Bulma Briefs. Immediately after Bulma talked with executives, press were lined up at her door waiting for her to come home and asking all kinds of serious questions. She lied of course, never wanting anyone to know what was really going on and told them she wanted to spend more time with her kids and husband. Everyone seemed to accept that which was fine by her.

Bulma sighed again but this one wasn't anywhere close to being content. Vegeta's reaction today at the doctor's office didn't really remove the stress she hoped it would. It was nice having him there, that she wouldn't deny but it seemed he caused even more problems and worries. He seems to have a problem with anyone doing anything to her without his permission. If someone touched her, even if that someone was a girl, he would growl and question their purpose. Don't even get her started on when the nurse wanted to get her blood. 'Incase of Emergency' never works well for a possessive Sayian. It made her wonder how in the world he's going to get through her surgery while staying in the waiting room. She knew he was certainly going to try to get into the operating room. Telling him 'no' was like baiting him to do it anyway. But other then those numerous flaws, he seems very eager to learn about what will be happening. She had caught him a few times reading the pamphlets for men who's wives have breast cancer and how to help them. It made her giggle even now thinking about how he would always hurry to put it back and act like he wasn't doing anything when she came into the room.

The beep of the elevator sounded and out came a miserable child with his head down, hair a wreak and clothes wrinkled. Bulma's brows knitted in sympathy as he stumbled in front of her before dropping to his knees on the floor. He rested his head in the crook of her neck, wrapping his arms around her, feeling her embrace his head and kiss him gently. Trunks didn't say anything for the longest time, instead repeatedly took in his mother's scant and heartbeat. "I miss her, momma."

"Oh, baby, I know. Come here." She tugged on him so he would climb up on the couch, lying next to her. She held his head close to her chest, staring up at the ceiling while he trembled in her grasp.

"Please don't tell dad."

"Oh, Trunks, you know I hate keeping things from him. Besides, he more then likely can feel your depression anyway."

"I don't want him to think I'm pathetic. Kami knows I am."

"No, honey you're not. You father might not understand it, honey, but I do, and I know that it hurts the first time. And it will hurt again. But eventually you'll mend. So just take one day at a time."

"I'm just so mad. No matter how many times she told me she wasn't after me because of the money or my looks it was exactly that only for her sorority." He stalled for a moment, "Mom, I don't want to go back to collage."

"OK."

"I want to work for the company. I don't need collage anymore."

"OK. By Monday you'll be working with your grandfather as Vice-President. He'll show you the ropes."

"Aren't you going to work?"

"No, I have surgery that day."

Trunks moved so his chin rested on her chest, looking up at her, "Is it going to hurt?"

"Yeah. It's going to leave a pretty big scar too."

"Do you want me to do anything? Like stay with you incase you need anything? Or take care of Bra?"

Bulma smiled, smoothing his hair, "No, sweetie. I'll be fine and Bra will be at school, hopefully."

"But what about when you get sick and need things."

"I'll take care of it."

"No. Mom, I will be there. I will not let you go through this on your own."

"Honey, stop worrying about me. I can take care of myself no matter what you may think. Besides I'll have your father there with me."

"Do you really think he'll help?"

"I know your father doesn't really know how to do things like be a husband, but he'll do the best he can. And that's all I can expect."