Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Separated Self ( Chapter 38 )

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If there's a God at Heaven's door, do you think He wants me anymore? It's all left up to circumstances, a whole life filled with second chances.--- Salvia

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Vegeta lowered himself closer to the building straightening his body upright. The sun was just going down indicating to Vegeta that his mate would be awfully mad when he returned home. After his little chat with his son he had taken off to an island that he had become quite fond of over the last few years. Had a waterfall, fresh meat just waiting to be hunted and plenty of land for him to train with. He had been gone all day and more then likely would return to his house tonight all depending on how this meeting went.

It would be the first time he went without his mate and that fact alone made him a bit edgy. Plus he had no appointment but the guy did say come and talk to him whenever he wanted and damn it if there was ever a time for a talk it was now, when he actually felt like it. Vegeta eyed the creatures in the office through the window, seeing his doctor sitting at a desk while another male laid out on the couch. He opted about leaving now but decided he was a Prince and allowed to barge in whenever he deemed necessary.

Vegeta tapped on the window, re-crossing his arms, getting the attention of both occupants. Doctor Niné instantly got to his feet and pressed the button releasing the balcony for Vegeta's feet to rest on. When the sliding door opened, "Vegeta, what are you doing here? I had thought all sessions were canceled until Mrs. Briefs was feeling better?"

"We talk now." Vegeta growled pushing himself in.

Niné followed hurriedly, "I'm sorry Vegeta but I'm with some--" The doctor stalled in his words as Vegeta grabbed the man that had sat up on the couch and shoved him out the door ignoring his protests slamming the entrance shut. Vegeta looked at him smugly.

Fixing his glasses, Niné gave him a disappointed expression, "You are not to do that again. If you need to talk fine but you go on my schedule. You cannot just come here and drive the person I'm with out. If you do that again I will have to find you another doctor. Got it?" Vegeta didn't respond just glaring at him, his cheek muscles clenching. "Good. Now sit and we'll discuss whatever it is that has you riled up."

"I don't want to sit." Vegeta bit as he paced.

"Okay." Taking out his patient's folder, Niné quickly sat in his chair. "Go ahead and tell me what's the matter."

"They won't stop."

"What?"

"These fucking flashbacks! They won't stop."

"You have stopped taking your medication."

"I will not go back on those horrid things!"

"Yes, I understand why. We will find you replacements. You just have to wait."

Vegeta snapped his body to Niné alarming him. It was then he remembered that the anger device that Mrs. Bulma Briefs hooked up wasn't on. "Wait?! I cannot!"

"Why?"

"They are fucking with my head!"

"There's another reason."

"I cannot train! I cannot concentrate! I cannot sleep!"

"Vegeta, I know you are hurting at the moment but you have to calm down. Where's your wife? How come she isn't here?"

Vegeta huffed through his nose snapping his body toward the window to gaze out of trying to calm down his pounding heart. He knew why Niné brought up his mate and used that as a sedative. He closed his eyes and with all of his might pushed the screams, the tears, the groans of pain, the whipping of leather, the calls of help, and the laughter of his own crazed voice, and let her image fill his mind. But it was only for a second before being over flowed by the crowd of his past. Vegeta gripped his head and growled in frustration, biting out through clenched teeth wanting to concentrate on her. "We fought."

"About?"

"Forgetting."

"For getting what? Anniversary?"

"No." He let his hands slide out of his hair, sighing heavily. "She says that I do not want to forget my past."

"Is that true?"

"Of course not." He growled barring his teeth toward the human before visibly calming.

"Then what are you so mad about?" A shrug was all he got in return. "Ever thought about it?" He shook his head. "Want to hear my opinion?" A raised eyebrow caused him to chuckle, "Well, I'm going to tell you anyway. You want to forget. But you punish yourself. And who can blame you. I figure you did a lot more terrible things in life then what you've told me. You think you are a bad person. Tell me Vegeta, do you believe in heaven and hell?" He nodded. "And which way do you figure you are going?"

Vegeta snorted, "What a stupid question."

"To hell am I right?" Vegeta didn't respond. "Ok, so I am. That's your answer. You do actually believe you are a bad person. And that's good. Because you know what you did was wrong. And you feel remorse for it. And I hate to tell you, but because you feel guilt. You're a good person." A wild look was received, "Yes, I just said that. You are a good person. Because good people feel bad when they do something wrong. And because you are a good person you will go on punishing yourself subconsciously even, because it's the right thing to do. But that's wrong. The right thing to do is know what you did, learn from your mistakes and then let it go." Niné watched Vegeta for five minutes before writing down on his notebook. He then looked back up, "You said you had a four year old girl, correct?" Confusingly, Vegeta nodded. "Hypothetical. If you were to die tomorrow. And she was to ask Bulma where'd you go. You want to know what she will say? She'll say that you went to heaven and is waiting for her."

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Bulma groaned at the glance of the clock knowing what it meant. It was six in the morning on Monday, and her operation was today. She buried her face in her pillow feeling tears wanting to break lose but always being denied. Her body for unknown reasons felt depressed and worthless and it was all the fault of her disturbing husband. She hadn't talked to him since Friday night and the way they had left things still ate at her. She hadn't meant what she said, she was just so tired of him being miserable, she wanted him to be angry, to yell at her then make love to her. That was what she had planned when she had stepped into his room but then she went off. Bulma wanted to pound herself for being so stupid as to say things like that. She knew better. She knew Vegeta and knew how hard it was to forget. She shook her head in disgust for herself. Vegeta is so strong mentally and physically and if the things he did tormented him still after so long then she would have gone insane the first year of being under Frieza's watch. She didn't give him enough credit.

And now for her stupidity and big mouth she would have to go through this operation alone. And that made her stomach twist in painful knots of nervousness. She turned on the TV. Flipping through it trying to find some good comedy and smile contentedly when 'Save By The Bell' came to screen. She snuggled into her feathered comforter, her face chilled from the early morning brisk air reminding her that the balcony doors were open for the man that decided still not to come home.

She had gotten a call from Doctor Niné who had yelled at her for her idiocy, telling her that Vegeta was too fragile for her torment and if she were to say anything like that again he would remove Vegeta from the household. She had laughed at the empty threat but agreed enough to it. She was glad to hear that he was still alive and close but he gave her no information on where he might be and if he was coming back.

Bulma's eyes fell to the door where the knock sounded. The door was unlocked so the little child let herself in without any allowance and ran to her mother's side. Bulma lifted the large comforter, keeping a sheet wrapped around her naked form only and embraced the child up against her. Bra wiggled her face into her mother's bosom for warmth. "When's daddy coming home?"

"I don't know baby. You know him he likes to leave and clear his head every once and a while but he always returns."

"I know. But I hate it when he leaves."

"Me too, baby. Me too."

Vegeta stood outside the balcony watching and hearing his mate and daughter. He had just been about to show his face when his daughter had walked in. Now his confidence had surely dimmed. Today was the day and he wanted to bring some peace to his mate's mind that he was there for her even if he could never say it. Reading all those pamphlets had actually scared him rather then reassured him. It said that many women go into a state of depression for a few weeks because of some reason or another. Depression was a still misunderstanding to Vegeta but from the looks of it, it means she will lose self-esteem. And it is the husband's job to reassure her that she is still desirable. Vegeta was never good at compliments.

He never told the woman she was sexy or things of that nature. No, she knew it all ready no sense in stroking her ego. But now it seemed her over-confident attitude would take a turn for the worse and that's what scared him. Besides that, he wouldn't be able to mate with her for a week in fear of damaging her wound. That's what was said in the pamphlets anyway. So how the hell did anyone expect him to make her feel wanted?

Remembrance of the woman after Bra was born was too fresh in his mind. It is anything like her mood swings; crying and screaming, and hating and loving; he was going to loose it.

This husband job wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Years ago he thought being a husband meant mating, getting food cooked, and being pampered. What a stupid thought that was. Yeah there was the sex. That has always and will always make the marriage he was tortured into worth it. But on the negative side, he had to learn patience with children. He had to every once and while waste his training time in entertaining them when the woman decided she wanted to go out. And there were times when Trunks was younger that he had to actually cook. And if that wasn't enough, his mate every so little times, made a bath for him. No massaging, no foot rubbing, pampering was literally out of the agreement. Hell if he knew the terms before hand maybe he wouldn't have been all set and ready to go. They should make a book about what to expect. And if they did hell if he would read such a piece of garbage.

The little one's actions caught his attention. She ran out the door shutting it behind her. Now was his time. Vegeta entered the room and the sound of him taking off his shirt alerted his mate. She turned to him with wide eyes. He stared at her while taking off his boots then his spandex shorts. Now completely naked he lifted the sheets, smirking when he found her naked body. So she had been waiting for this? He crawled in under them, making sure to keep them over their bodies to keep them warm, for him to use his ki at the moment was impossible in fear of burning her. Lowering his ki to her level sent chills through his body realizing exactly how cold it really was.

His lips met hers in a sweet passion that Bulma would always wither under. Their tongues instantly battled, her arms wrapped around his neck while he scooped her up so his hands rested in her mane, holding her close to him, rubbing his body against her.

When he disengaged himself from her lips quickly kissing down her cheek to her neck, licking past her collar bone and grasping between teeth her hard nipple, Bulma arched in pleasure, before panting out the words she needed to say, "I didn't mean it, Vegeta. I'm sorry I said those--" His finger rested on her lips as he brought his eyes to be even with hers. He shook his head lowering his mouth teasing her lips to open, allowing his finger to fall between them and be sucked and tongued by her glorious mouth. He nipped her nose while his other hand untangled from her hair to lower to her chest just above her breast, his palm lying flat. He felt her heart thump against it in anticipation and basked in the sensation. Slowly he lowered it to cup her breast tweaking the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She moaned against him, her head rising as he began to pull his fingers from her lips getting a last lick in then it traced down the middle of her body. Her eyes followed it though lost the wet fingers behind her blue curls. Her eyes shut tight, throwing her head back when his fingers dipped inside her. Vegeta's lips instantly went to her neck.

Bulma bit her lip in fear of screaming out her pleasure loving his cold fingers being wrapped by her hot lips as he pumped them in and out, his thumb expertly played with the knob of her entrance, drawing her closer and closer to climax. However she was denied when he pulled away. Her eyes opening in question but only to smirk as Vegeta smugly swallowed his own two fingers before quickly pulling them out and rubbing his tips on her lips, taunting her to open but she refused childishly. He caught on to her game taking the wet fingers back in his mouth, getting all the juices he could before plunging in his tongue between her awaiting open lips.

As he kissed her savagely making her taste her own fluids, he widened her legs, not allowing her to put them around his waist. He laid them wide and flat against the bed, before dipping his hips and impaling his shaft into her. Only breaking from their passionate kiss to gasp for air before once again battling one another's tongues. Vegeta moved slowly, his whole body caressing hers while his hands held her head, mingling his fingers between the soft silky hairs. The sheets against his back annoyed the hell out of him but then his mind couldn't really focus on such a little problem. Trying not to let the past of hell take away his need to pleasure his mate kept him going slow and deliberate wanting to let the feeling at the moment take hours.

Though his wanting hours of lovemaking was quickly broken at the feeling of someone watching. He quickly broke and flung his head to the side, instantly being met by wide, innocent eyes. Bulma must had noticed too because she gasped and her hands clenched tight to his shoulders stalling all of his movements. "What are you doing?" Bra questioned innocently. She had wanted to jump on top of them but her curiosity peaked so instead she took the quiet route and watched, waiting patiently for them to notice her.

Vegeta now completely aware of what was going on, swiftly pulled out of his mate and rolled to the side, clamping his hand over his eyes as he panted heavily to calm his over heated body and heavy disappointment.

Bulma panting roughly also, turning to her daughter, "You forgot to knock young one. What did I tell you about coming into Mommy and Daddy's room without knocking?"

"I know but I came in before and I knock and I thought I didn't have to knock this time. What were you doing?"

"Don't get off the subject, Bra. You are in big trouble. Privacy is important and if you don't respect that you are going to be punished."

"But I--"

"Nope, don't want to hear it. Now go to your room and wait till I come over there to talk to you."

Her lip instantly stuck out in a pout, crossing her arms stubbornly over her chest, "Okay." She whimpered, stomping out and shutting the door behind her.

Bulma turned her head to her husband with a sad smile. "Sorry, Vegeta." She flung the covers off of her, however was stalled as a very naked Sayian jumped from bed and locked the door then grabbing her standing form and laying her back down in the middle of the bed. "What are you doing?"

"Finishing what I started." He laid the blankets on top of them before getting on his mate and starting from the very beginning.